#Maddison Bear

[barkrocks]

dare i say...cw nancy drew...good?

#or at least if not Good in the traditional sense then still a lot of fun #i was specifically avoiding it because i could not bear to see the cw massacre nancy my best friend nancy drew #but ended up binging it in like five days #ndcw #also side note. kennedy mcmann and maddison jaizani prettiest women alive?

[samkerrworshipper]

togetherness pt.3 | matilda’s x reader

lowkey have come to detest this series chase i started it in first person and i no longer write in that format butttt some of yall want it so i have to supply 🤷‍♀️

warnings/themes: self harm implications, talks of past sexual abuse, lots of trauma, comfort, just general sadness tbh

As we pulled up to our own hotel Sam and Steph were smiling like idiots, joking about something or another. I was lost in thought, thinking about everything that had just happened. My haze was cut short though as my door was opened for me and Sam stood on the outside, waiting for me to hop out. I unclicked my seatbelt hurriedly before climbing out of the car and ducking behind the car to grab my bag quickly. My coping mechanism was to grab my phone out of my pocket and to start to scroll through it as I waited on Sam and Steph to collect their own things. My phone was my social crutch, when I felt awkward it was what I leant to.

“Kiddo, let’s go?”

My head was pulled from my phone as I came to the realisation Sam and Steph had both collected their belongings and were walking towards the front of the hotel, Steph passing her car keys off to the valet. I scurried after the two older women, my behaviour was oddly skittish and I was sure the both of them were picking up on it.

We flashed our ID cards at the front desk before making our way into the team front room where we left our kit bags, just so there was no confusion of them in the rooms. We all individually stowed away our bags, collecting whatever essentials we needed from our bags before leaving them in their spots for the night. I grabbed my drink bottle, my airpods and my ugg boots from my bag before walking over to the food table, it was the table where they left all the snacks that were there to be taken at any time of the day. I picked up a packet of gummy bears instead of a granola bar, Leah wouldn’t have been happy with my switch but I wasn’t eating a granola bar so it was an improvement?

After grabbing the bag of gummy bears, filling up my water bottle and grabbing a bottle of gatorade I followed Steph and Sam towards the elevators, waiting patiently as they clicked the button for our floor. They conversed between the two of them as we went up in the elevator, just general stuff.

“So Y/n/n, we’ll go get Steph’s stuff and we’ll bring it into your room and we’ll move whatever of your stuff is there into my room, okay?”

I nodded at Sam, excepting that this was happening.

As the doors opened I found myself following behind them as they walked towards their room. I followed them into the room as Sam unlocked it with her keycard. The room was similar if not identical to Ellie’s and I’s. Two, matching queen beds, a joining ensuite and two reasonable sized wardrobes. Steph very quickly packed her stuff up, throwing it all into her bags before procuring Sam’s help to move it down the hall. I wordlessly unlocked the door to formerly Ellie and I’s room. When we walked in Ellie was already in there, sitting on her bed, cuddled up in a pile of blankets and sweatshirts. She looked like she’d been crying and I found a part of me feeling bad for her. She was a good person, a person who had been through a lot considering her age.

“Y/n, can we talk?”

I couldn’t find it in me, even with the guilt riding through my body to look at her eyes. I knew that they’d betray me, that I’d no longer be able to be mad at her or annoyed if I was forced to look into those eyes.

“Ellie, how about we try this tomorrow morning? Y/n/n's tired, she’s not feeling too well.”

Steph’s voice was pretty forceful but Ellie found room to rebut.

“I just want to talk to her for fucks sakes, I deserve that at least before my fucking roommate is uprooted.”

I jumped back at Ellie’s harsh tone, finding myself in Sam’s personal space bubble. She didn’t flinch back at my sudden intrusion, instead pushed one of her own arms to my side, steadying me slightly.

“Ellie Maddison, you have already caused yourself enough trouble for one night, I would stop now. I already told you, Y/n/n isn’t feeling up to it. We can try this in the morning, if she wants. We wouldn’t be uprooting her if it wasn’t for you two behaving like three year olds. You both need sleep, not more petty arguing that is going to get us nowhere. Y/n, grab your things, we can talk this all out in the morning, both Sam and I are too tired to put up with any more of it.”

I scurried to collect my bag, I’d never really unpacked so it wasn’t hard. I just grabbed my pillow, bag, phone charger and backpack before scrambling my way out of the room. Sam helped me to haul my big bag down the hallway and into her room.

As soon as we closed the door behind us I could feel a part of me break, the part that broke inside of me every night when I crawled under the covers of my hotel bed or I collapsed on the floor of the ensuite. The vulnerable part of my soul that had never been prepared for this, never prepared for fame or attention. I mean as a kid I’d shied away from it as much as I could, kid Y/n was an insecure, anxious mess who had no idea what she wanted, that part of me was still the same.

“Do you need help unpacking? Steph had housekeeping come in today and clean our sheets so the beds are all clean, I try to keep fairly organised and clean but just a disclaimer that there are some stories about me sleep-talking that I neither deny or confirm.”

“I think I should be fine to put it all away, thank you though.”

Sam smiled at me and nodded, it seemed like there was something else hanging off of the tip of her tongue that she was deciding whether or not to say.

“Okay then, I’m just going to have a quick shower, I do not apologise if I start to sing, it’s a canon event.”

I snorted and nodded Sam’s way as I watched her dip into the ensuite. I set myself the task of firstly, getting changed. I clawed off my layers of matilda gear and very quickly changed into a pair of Qantas pyjamas that we’d gotten on our flight to Sydney, they were fresh and unopened and everything about them seemed comfortable. After I was done getting changed I set myself the task of stowing my bag away on my side of the wardrobe, I didn’t do much more than that, I didn’t really want to unpack right now. So I did a very quick version of my skincare routine and then climbed into my bed. It was comfy, the same as my one in the other room except it just felt different. Once I’d properly situated myself in the pillows I grabbed out my phone and started to scroll on instagram.

It was safe to say that when I was in a bag head space I spiralled a lot.

So when I was in the dumps about a bad game I would often find myself reverting to the hate pages on the internet. The internet is a fucked up place. Some of the things that strangers are willing to put out in the world about a person they don’t know is fucked. It was still a bad habit of mine though to constantly look at those posts.

Leah was always confiscating my phone after bad games, after bad days. She knew me too well, knew how when I got wrapped up in my own head there was nothing to do besides just be there for me. I fiddled anxiously as I flicked through the countless news articles that had been posted. The Australian had a particular hatred for me, had since I was a rookie and since they’d found some photos of me doing drugs back when I was a teenager and published it on the front cover of the Saturday papers. I’d had a particular shared hatred back at them after that. They had a field day every time I had a bad game, I was pretty much the leading lady of page 6. Our game last Saturday had been no different, one wrong kick and I was washed up and cracking under the pressure. The slew of twitter pages and reddit links that I’d been sent after that had been enough to make anyone feel sick to their stomach.

That was why I think I’d gotten roomed with Ellie, she was probably the most hated in the media on the team besides me. I think Sam had thought maybe we’d bond over it but neither of us were vulnerable enough to talk to the other about it. So it had just stewed between the both of us and honestly probably made it worse than it should have been.

“I don’t think I have ever seen a person in such an intense staring competition with their phone.”

I squealed as Sam very stealthily grabbed my phone from my own hands. I immediately sprung up, trying to retrieve it from her hands, I hadn’t had the opportunity to lock it.

“What are you hiding?”

I saw Sam’s interest peak as I fought intensely to grab my phone back. She held it above her head and I might have been taller than her but I couldn’t for the life of me manage to retrieve it from her hands even as I attempted to use her body as a climbing frame. After a few jumps and attempts I gave up, collapsing back into my bed and covering my body and head with the sheets and duvet. The room stayed silent as Sam did the inevitable and looked through my phone screen.

“Y/n.”

Her voice was even and I felt her bodyweight sink down onto the spot at the bottom of my bed. I felt her arms work their way up to the top of the duvet and slowly try to pry them out of my own hands. She succeeded fairly quickly, smiling at me as my face was revealed to the light of our hotel suite.

“There’s that pretty face, no need to be ashamed honey. You ought to not read into what Roger writes, he hates anything to do with women's sports, especially women who are succeeding so heavily at such a young age. You shouldn’t let your mental image of yourself be contorted by words written by a person who doesn’t know you or care about you, don’t do that to yourself, you deserve better.”

I looked at Sam, in all of her glory, sitting above me, an old nike shirt that looked like it had been washed 600 times. Her hair was brushed smoothly back into her classic low pony. It made me cry. Not sobbing crying, just wet, fat tears dripping down my face as I thought about that article. I could probably quote most of the journalist's work, I’d read it over and over and over.

“Come on now, don’t cry, please. You’ve done enough crying for tonight, don’t make me tickle you.”

Sam’s eyebrow rose in challenge as she stared down at me, silently challenging me to keep going. When I did, her hands found their way to my sides and started to tickle me intensely. I immediately let out a choken laugh, trying to suppress my giggles and cries.

“S-Sam stop ittt. S’ not fair.”

She smirked at me as she continued her abuse of my sides.

“Stop crying then, c’mon, there are better things to do with your time then cry over bullshit. I know Williamson would have my head if she knew that I was letting her girl get down in the dumps over something that’s out of your control. I am telling you now, honestly, your whole career there is always going to be someone who is going to try and take you down, journalists, social media, other players. It’s wrong, but we are women in a field that is predominantly presumed to be male dominated, we aren’t appreciated, we’re underpaid and we are slaughtered in the press for anything. The more you feed into it the worse it’s going to get, and I understand that the other stuff isn’t going to just go away but it is going to eventually get better, I promise you that.”

“You promise?”

Sam rolled her eyes and extended her pinky towards me.

“I pinky promise.”

I rolled my eyes at the cliche but interlocked my own pinky finger in hers and shook it. Sam reached down to wipe the tears from my face and smiled at me, a little glint in her eye.

“Now, I think it’s about time we got you tucked in, it’s been a big day for you.”

“I’m not tired.”

Sam rolled her eyes at my immediate defiance and plonked herself down next to me on the bed, resting beside me against the headboard. She lazily placed one of her arms around my shoulder, there was something so simple but complex about the whole situation.

“Do I need to explain to you the importance of getting eight hours?”

“This feels like one of those captain moments where you try and mom me into doing something that’s not going to happen.”

Sam snorted at my reply, nodding her head concedingly.

“Is the defiance just a young people thing or do you just enjoy being a pain in the ass?”

“There’s no fun in it if I agree to everything you tell me to do.”

Sam’s eyes damn near rolled into the back of her head.

“Is it hard using defiance as a defence mechanism constantly?”

The question took me back a little bit, it hadn’t been what I was expecting. She’d turned a pretty mild conversation into something deep so quickly that it took me a few seconds to recover.

“I don’t use defiance as a defence mechanism.”

My voice wavered a little bit, just enough for doubt to seep in.

“Yes you do.”

Sam’s voice was so matter of a fact, like she knew me better than I knew myself.

“No, I don’t.”

“You push everyone out, you don’t listen to anyone who is trying to help you out, you do things that are harmful to yourself without caring, you play with injuries, you put yourself in harms way a little bit to often, you hide your emotions, I could keep listing off if I wanted to.”

I hated how right Sam was, how observant she was, it made me queasy.

“Okay, so I do some of those things, but that doesn’t make it a defence mechanism.”

“What does it make it then? A form of self harm? A form of punishment? I think you’ve punished yourself enough, when does it all become enough, when in the mind of Y/n do you atone for your sins? Because from where I’m looking at it you are leading yourself in the direction of a cliff's edge and you aren't going to stop until you are over that cliff.”

I gulped, unsure of what to say to my skipper, because I couldn’t lie to her, not for the life of me but I also wasn’t going to sit here and listen to her pretty much tell me that I was suicidal or something.

“You don’t know what I’ve done or who I’ve hurt to get here.”

“I know you're a good kid, with a good heart and if Williamson decided to take a shot with you then you have to be worth it. I know you carry baggage, a lot more than you’ll ever tell anyone, some things that you don’t even tell Leah. I have my inferences, I know things are rough with your family, always has been. I know you're hard on yourself, far too hard on yourself considering you are nineteen. I know that you never saw yourself here, never saw yourself as being capable of being here and now that you are you are having an identity crisis because you are secretly terrified that you are never going to be good enough to be here, even though you are. You’re hurting a lot, I know roughly what you're doing to self soothe, it’s not good and I’m worried about you, all of us are.”

I bit down on my lip, staring out at the wall in front of me, unsure of what to say to Sam, because she was right in so many ways but her words were also like a stab in my heart, because until someone is telling you about your behaviours I don’t think it subconsciously sinks in.

“Something to think about, I’m always here kid, if you ever need to talk, or need help, or just someone to keep you company then I’m here, whatever you need.”

“I didn’t ever plan on being a professional football player,” I snorted in between my words, realising I was actually about to go down this path with my captain, a woman who had pioneered womens sport in Australia, “This sounds stupid but all I ever wanted growing up was to own a cattle station, wanted to live the humble life out on the farm. I know that sounds so stupid, because it’s so simple. But I never planned for this, I never wanted this. My parents put me into football and gymnastics when I was six and I was good at them, really good and it was for fun so it was fine. Then it wasn’t for fun and I was playing in national teams and olympic qualifiers. Then I broke my back falling off of a beam and I was happy, I was glad, because it meant that I could do what I wanted. Then I was in the party scene and everything was good, until it wasn’t. Then my parents were shipping me off to the AIS and I didn’t have a say. Next thing I’m here and I’m doing this and I’m grateful, don’t get me wrong. But a part of me never wanted this and I know that’s bad of me to say because there are thousands of girls who would die for my spot but it’s the truth.”

I took a deep breath as I finished up my spew of words, it was a lot, I wasn’t an oversharer, most of it was probably word vomit but there was something about Sam that just made me feel comfortable with being vulnerable, I didn’t know what it was.

“That’s not stupid, having dreams isn’t stupid and it’s okay for you to be upset that you didn’t get what you wanted. You have a gift Y/n, the way that you play on the field is truly exceptional and I am telling you now that if you want to be the best professional footballer, then you can. You could be one of the best players in the game, better than me or any other player on this team, I believe that whole-heartedly. You deserve that, if you want it. If you start to make healthier decisions for yourself, decisions that don’t harm you. When was the last time you ate a proper meal? The last time you took time out of your day to look after yourself? How long until it starts to seriously harm you? Do I need to tell you how dangerous it is for a professional athlete to not be looking after their body, you are important Y/n, and so is your health.”

I fiddled with a loose thread that was protruding from the doona below me. My captain's words were sinking in, deep, like a tattoo. Etching its way into my skin, painfully.

“I am fine, our doctors have had no issues with clearing me, I eat and I do look after myself.”

My justification was weak, it was in my voice and in my mannerism. My statement just wasn’t believable, as much as I was trying to push it.

“So you know how to pass a medical test? I’d expect you too considering you fooled Tony the whole time you were at the AIS that you weren’t using. I’ve heard the story, it just proves to me that you know how to get around testing.”

Fuck. Fuck. It wasn’t surprising Sam knew my history with drugs, I mean anyone who read the papers knew, it wasn’t private information. I was clean now, four years and proud of it. I’d had a bumpy road to recovery but I’d gotten there with time.

“I can look after myself.”

“Doesn’t seem like it.”

“It’s none of your business.”

“See, as soon as anyone tries to care for you, you close up.”

“I don’t close up. I just don’t respond to being interrogated.”

“You aren’t being interrogated.”

“Sure seems like it.”

“That’s a bit overdramatic, all I am trying to do is care for you, something you are adamant on avoiding.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, because I couldn’t deny Sam in what she was saying, I did push people out who tried to care for me. Long ago Leah had accepted there were some parts of me that I was never going to be able to talk to her about, that was why she’d forced me into seeing a therapist.

“I don’t need you to care for me.”

“The scars on your thighs say otherwise.”

I blinked for a few seconds, taking a deep gulp as the words that Sam had just said set in, had she actually gone there? Had she actually just said that.

“That was a low fucking blow.”

Sam was clearly taken aback by her own words, it had clearly just spilled out of her. Sam was no filter, so it had come to me as no surprise that she frequently blurted, just the fact she’d said that though hit me deep.

“I’m not wrong.”

I could feel tears stemming at the back of my eyes, at the realisation that I was about to have this conversation.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Does Leah know?”

“She’s had her queries, she doesn’t push it.”

“She doesn’t push the fact that you cut yourself?”

If her previous words hadn’t hit hard, those ones had, because those words, that assumption, that accusation was so confronting.

“It’s not like that.”

“Explain to me what it’s like then.”

I pushed Sam’s arm off of my shoulder, feeling like I need a more face to face conversation. I pushed myself off of the bed head, so I was sitting between Sam’s two legs, my legs crossed. It was vulnerable for me, just talking to someone about my feelings was vulnerable for me.

“When I was 15, when I gave up the drugs. I was in a lot of pain, I hated myself. It wasn’t easy, I mean I was trying pretty much everything I could to get injured. I got arrested for speeding underage twice, both times Tony had to bail me out. I was just a mess, so I started to hurt myself, to stop myself from seriously injuring myself. It was the only thing that I could do that would make me feel better, the only thing that I could turn to when shit got real. So it became my thing, then I turned pro and I stopped for a while, especially when Leah started to get on my case about it but then we got to training camp and it was all too much so I started again and I know it’s a bad habit and it’s serious but Sam, I wouldn’t be here right now without it.”

“Are you suicidal?”

It was a question I definitely wasn’t prepared for.

“I’ve had suicidal thoughts over the years, I’ve had my fair share of bad moments but no, I’m not suicidal. I don’t do it because I want to die, I do it because it gives me relief, from life, from football, from stress. For me it's an outlet, when life gets hard that’s how I deal with it. It's unhealthy but it’s what works for me and I know that it’s bad but it’s what works.”

Sam nodded at me, there was a certain softness to her words and features the more I spoke to her, the more barriers that I let go. Sam’s own hand found its way to my bicep, silently comforting me and telling me to stop rambling.

“I get it. You do what you have to do to survive, and there is nothing wrong with that. You do what you have to do to get through the day. You’re not broken. This isn’t something to be embarrassed about or guilty for. You are still a child Y/n, in so many ways. The world is hard sometimes, what we do is hard sometimes, we all have needs. You scavenge for anything that helps you to get through because you want to survive, you want to be ok. Then it works, so you continue to survive. Good for you, you figured out how to survive. You don’t need to spend everyday in survival mode anymore though, you have love in your life that prevents the constant need to survive.

The words burnt my soul and I could feel the tears brimming up again. I hated crying.

“You’re living your old life Y/n/n. But it’s done, it’s over. You get to have the good things that you never had, you can meditate, or go on holiday, you can read books, you can learn a new language, you can learn how to live in a way where you don’t have to hurt to handle all of the things that scare you. No shame, just growth, okay. You don’t have to hide in your ensuite at night by yourself, like you taught yourself to do to survive, am I clear?”

Sam’s eyes bored down into my soul, her words were so strong and definite.

“You’re going to call me, or Leah, or your therapist next time you feel like doing it, that’s an order. You are going to call one of us, call me, and I’ll talk to you, I’ll talk to you for however long it takes for you to understand that this,”

Sam’s hand fell down to my thigh, where we both knew the scars laid, underneath my sweats,

“Isn’t the solution, not anymore, we’re leaving it in the past. This isn’t your way to survive anymore, from now on you aren’t going to just survive, we are going to make you live, I promise you that. From here on out you are going to live, and enjoy living. I am going to try my hardest to keep to that promise, but you need to as well. Promise me you are going to try and do more than just survive, because this shit in the press, it sucks, but it’s going to go away and once it does you are going to be lost, you are going to struggle and that fight that you put in everyday to be here, it’s not going to be as present and when that happens, when all of the outside threats are denominated you are going to hit rock bottom, there’s one positive of hitting rock bottom though, there’s only one way up and when you realise that you have the potential to go upwards and you want to, life is going to get better.”

“Y’know I get why Polks and De Vanna recommended you for captain.”

My words were said with tears and snot running down my face, with the realisation that right now, I was being held accountable for my shit and it was a hard realisation. My captain's words had hit home for me with the realisation that there wasn’t room for me to behave like I previously had.

“I try my best, I expect you to do the same. This relationship, this situation, it doesn’t work if you aren’t prepared to put the work in, if you aren’t prepared to hit rock bottom and work upwards from there. When you do hit that bottom, I want you to call me, tell me you’ve had a bad day, or don’t, talk, or listen, whatever you need.”

I nodded at Sam.

“I am going to try.”

She smiled at me and nodded, all encouragement and comfort.

“Okay then, okay. Come here kid,”

Sam opened her arms for me and I collapsed into them, grateful for just the warmth and comfort of Sam’s arms. I understood why all of the girls gravitated to her, why they seeked her out so often. She understood, she didn’t judge, she listened and then she gave advice, good advice, meaningful advice. One of her hands went to my back, gently rubbing across the nooks and valleys along my back. The other hand reached to the nape of my neck, gently twisting and brushing out the hairs that laid at the beginning of my hairline. I lent into her touch, silently finding so much comfort in her actions.

“M’ sorry, sorry that I didn’t come to you earlier.”

“It’s okay kid, I understand, you were scared and you didn’t know who you could talk to about that. What’s important is you know now, you know that I am always here for when you need help and I expect you to come to me from now on, no more hiding and struggling in silence, okay?”

I nodded into Sam’s arms, just silently finding so much peace and solace in being held. I hadn’t been held in months, not since I’d been with Leah and the last few months with Leah had been hard to say the least. She’d done her ACL, and it wasn’t anybody's fault, I hadn’t been prepared for it though. Both Leah and I were going through rough patches and neither of us were prepared to look after another human being besides ourselves. There had been countless nights between the two of us spent crying and fighting with each other. It was rough, we’d worked through it though. It was hard though, and a part of me felt guilty for not being okay, and a part of me felt like Leah was going through so much worse than me and I could never burden her with my stupid problems.

“Now, I think it is definitely time that we get you tucked in and asleep, I won’t take any arguments, you look like you could sleep for days if you needed.”

I just nodded at Sam, any fight, any defiance that had been in my body was gone, I just didn’t have it in me. She was right, I was tired, I’d hardly slept the whole world cup. I was an insomniac, so that was to blame partially, partially I also just didn’t feel safe sleeping. Ellie was always on the phone with her girlfriend, when she wasn’t she was trying to talk to me or do yoga or something. She’d also been slaughtered in the press most of the tournament, it was messing with her, everyone could tell. Her techniques for combatting her anxiety about it though was annoying to say the least, being the younger one in the situation I didn’t have the confidence to tell her that her habits were fucking annoying to say the least.

I didn’t fight back as Sam gently laid me down on my bed, pulling the covers up over my body and very gently tucking me in.

“Have a good sleep, kid.”

She smiled at me and I smiled back.

“You too cap, thank you, I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me.”

Sam patted me on the head, giving me her signature smirk.

“It’s no trouble, now get some sleep yeah, I need you to be coherent for tomorrow.”

I nodded along with Sam’s statement, watching as she got up off of my bed and walked towards the light switch, turning it off before jumping into her own bed. She rustled around in her sheets for a few minutes before finding her spot, a few minutes after the rustling ended I heard her breath slow and even out, indicating that she’d fallen asleep.

The situation was not the same for me, it took me a few hours to fall asleep and once I did I only slept for two hours, it was fitful sleep, very light and not very good. I laid in bed for a while before deciding around 5 that I was going to go for a run. I got up as quietly as I could, throwing on a pair of shorts and a sports bra. Once I’d gotten dressed I picked out my pair of running sneakers before creeping my way out of the hotel room and trying my very hardest to keep my steps silent as I walked down the hallway and into the elevators that took me down to the lobby. Our hotel was about 200 metres from the beach, so I made the decision I would take my morning run along the beach.

It was still dark out as I made my way out onto the main road and started my jog down to the water's edge. The sun probably wouldn’t rise before I came home. I planned to do about ten km, the beach was around 4 or so long so If I ran up and then down I would probably do about that. As soon as I got down to the waters edge I started to run properly.

Running had been one of my releases since I was 12. Whenever I was angry I went for a run, when I ran everything stopped. It was just me and the music that I had running through my headphones. It felt the same as I set my pace along the sand, like all of the fucking mayhem from the past twenty four hours was just mellowing out, becoming background noise. If I could always be running I would. The only time I ever felt like I was myself was when I was running. The feeling of your heart pounding against your chest, the feeling of your breath hurting in your throat and the dryness in your throat. As I ran the sun slowly started to rise, slowly climbing along the horizon. I made it about three quarters of the way before I ran into someone, one of the last people I wanted to be seeing.

For a second I wasn’t quite sure who it was, they were the only other person on the beach, standing along the shoreline. As I sprinted my way back to my starting spot the body slowly started to become bigger and the fear in my gut slowly grew. I couldn’t make out much more than their body, with the lack of lighting present in the room. As I slowly approached though, more features slowly started to become more recognisable and I silently screamed internally as I realised who exactly was.

As I approached them I slowed my pace, down to a slow jog, almost a walk. I slowly approached them and internally froze as they turned to face me. Fuck.

“It’s a nice morning.”

Lucy’s face was stone serious, and her words didn’t reflect the general attitude that she seemed to hold.

“So you're enjoying the motherland, then, the sunrises are unbeatable.”

“I’d be enjoying it more if I hadn’t been pulled out of my bed at 5am this morning to come and find you because Kerr texted Leah saying you’d disappeared and she didn’t know where to.”

“I’m allowed to go on a run.”

“You didn’t leave a note, after having what I’ve perceived as a fairly rough twenty four hours.”

“I don’t need the lecture.”

“La Reina wouldn’t have a bar of this attitude.”

“Alexia isn’t here.”

“It could be arranged, if I deem you in need of some attitude adjustment.”

I braced myself in front of Lucy, she was a scary woman. When I’d started in the WSL I’d originally been selected by Barcelona, then after half a season I’d been traded to Arsenal. I’d liked it at Barca, if I hadn't been traded I probably would have still been there, Barca was good, when I’d gotten there I had been a basket case, it had been what I’d needed. I was 17 at the time, and had no idea what I’d wanted, Barca had taught me how to wake up every morning and do something with life.

Lucy opened her arms up to me and I let myself fall into them, letting the older woman embrace me. Her arms were strong and they hugged me to her tightly, comfortingly, in the way that a mother would embrace their child. That was what Barca had given me, a good relationship with people that were like substitutes for my mom.

“It’s good to see you, Luce.”

“It’s good to see you as well kid, although I would have preferred it to be under different circumstances.”

She released me from her arms and sat herself down on the sand, nodding at me to sit down next to her. I followed suit, so we were both sitting on the sand, looking out at the sunrise.

“You’ve been doing it again.”

“I don’t know what you're talking about.”

“I don’t want to tell Ale that you’re lying to me as well.”

I crossed my arms across my chest in frustration, grumbling at Lucy.

“She’s not even my captain anymore.”

“She’s still the woman who took you under her wing, she’s your blood, mija.”

I pursed my lips and looked out at the horizon, the sun was truly rising now, the bright pink and oranges mixing into a tie dye across the sky.

“How’d you know I was going to be down here.”

“Just a hunch, I know how much you like your runs.”

“I wasn’t running away or anything, I just needed to think.”

One of Lucy’s arms fell over my shoulders, it was heavy but so soft at the same time.

“I know mi amor, you should have told someone where you were going though, especially considering the events of the last few hours, you worried a lot of people.”

“Leah told you?”

“She told me she was worried about you, that you had a lot on your plate right now, more than a 19 year old should be handling.”

I pursed my lips again, Lucy’s words were so pensive, so calculated but present at the same time. It was bizarre.

“I, just, this world cup, it was supposed to be the defining moment in my career, when I proved to everyone that I was as good, if not better than everyone else they were comparing me too. But I haven’t been performing, the press hates me, I just can’t catch a break.”

“Sounds like you need a sabbatical.”

I snorted a little bit at Lucy’s words.

“I’m serious, you know, after this, you should take some weeks off. Leah needs it as well, go somewhere, wherever your heart feels like you need to be and just live, or learn to live. Turn your phone off, eat as much as you want, exercise as little or as much as you want, just let yourself be happy, without everyone else, without football, without social media and other people. Learn to love yourself.”

I’d been handed so much emotional advice over the last few hours, it was a lot to absorb, a lot to think about.

“I miss La Reina, I miss Barca.”

“I know mi amor, but you have to be here, you have to be in London. It’s what you are destined to be doing, Ale and us all miss you but you are doing such good things where you are.”

“Your taking me back to the hotel, aren’t you?”

Lucy nodded at me sadly and I took one final deep breath before lifting myself off the sand and dusting any remnants of it off of my clothing. I helped Lucy up and then we both started to walk towards the beach exit.

“I’ll be there to watch you tomorrow, Kei, Leah and I. Play for us yeah? Make us proud.”

The walk back to the hotel was rather sullen, both Lucy and I staying fairly silent, her guiding me to the doors with a hand secured on my lower back. When we got to the door I gave her a hug before parting ways and stepping into the lobby. The team room was a little bit more alive then it had been when I’d walked through earlier in the morning. Kat, Harper, Charli and Ky were all awake, having breakfast together, as well as a few of the other veterans. I made my way through the lobby as quickly as I could, I couldn’t be bothered with talking to anyone.

When I did get back to my room, I was very surprised to find Sam, Steph, Haley and Alanna waiting for me. I was the first person to speak, slipping off my shoes next to the door and breaking the tension.

“Isn’t it a bit early for a mothers group meeting?”

#woso #woso community #sam kerr #sam kerr imagine #matildas x reader #matildas #matildas imagine #leah williamson #arsenal wfc #lucy bronze #steph catley #ellie carpenter #sam kerr being protective #older sister sammy k #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso x reader #little bit sad #self h@rm #pain #i’m sad

[cantquitu]

This will come as a shock to many, but I regret to inform you that Harry Styles has one again launched a stealth attack on Louis Tomlinson. Vicious, petty, unprovoked... it bears all the hallmarks of a Styles assault.

As you know, only the most unhinged discerning Louis Tomlinson fans are equipped to identify and track Harry Styles' vindictive strategies. We are grateful for their service as without them, the wider world would never know what he's capable of. However, I will do my best to give clarity and context to this latest offense. And what an egregious offense!!

This very week, Harry Styles joined the England football team at a London venue for a party thrown by James Corden to celebrate Declan Rice's 50th cap for England. 

A couple of blurry pap photos show him leaving early in the night, while a ton of star players like Jordan Henderson, Jude Bellingham and James Maddison partied on until 4am. You know where this is going, right?

Who else is English, likes football, and supports the England team?  

Okay, okay, roughly 50 million people...but bear with me. One of them is LOUIS TOMLINSON! 

Need I say more?

This was clearly an attempt by Harry Styles to gain Louis' attention and RUB IT IN HIS FACE! Partying with the England team, which Louis would no doubt love to do??!! Unhinged behaviour from Styles!!

As one of Seasurfacefullofclouds1's anons so astutely put it, 

"This man goes out of his way to befriend and be around people that Louis has vocally showed so much support of over the years or called his "idols". I personally believe something did happen between them on a romantic level years ago and Harry's toxic ass either never got over it or holds some kind of twisted resentment over it...It's abusive and manipulative". 

They then poignantly ask, "Why can't Larries see this?" Why, indeed.

Some may wonder, when else has Harry gone out of his way to befriend Louis' idols?  Two words:

LIAM GALLAGHER.

Five years ago, Liam Gallagher revealed that he and Harry were both working on their albums at RAK Studios at the same time, and hung out a few times. Harry even bought him fish! Seabass!

Harry clearly went to great lengths to orchestrate this in advance, because he KNEW that Louis was about to enter his Liam Gallagher cos-play era. He befriended Gallagher before Louis had even debuted his temporary new accent, changed his walk to match LG's, or started saying  "youknowworrimean?" at least 17 times per sentence.

PREMEDITATED!

And it goes further than that! Gallagher shared in the press that he lives in the same area as Harry, and frequents the local pub right next to Harry's house. In 2019 Liam was at the pub having lunch with Andrew Wyatt and asked Harry to join and HE ACCEPTED. There's even photographic evidence courtesy of Wyatt and some fans!

From this I can only deduce one thing, and it's a chilling thought...

In 2012, when Harry Styles was buying his home, he bought one in Hampstead right next to that pub. Was he playing the long game, waiting seven years for Liam Gallagher to invite him for a pint in the hope it would gain future Louis Tomlinson's attention? After all, that's the kind of petty, obsessed demon he is.

SEVEN YEARS. Reflect on that.

Sea herself puts it best when she says,  "Imagine your divorced dad keeping track of your divorced mom's friends, throwing parties for these friends, befriending them, buying them ££thousands in gifts and favors, inviting paps to take photos and write gossip columns.

Creepy".

Yes, just imagine!

How long will Harry's crazed and creepy attention-seeking spree go on for? Will Louis finally crack and give him the response he so obviously craves? HOW MUCH IS ENOUGH??!

#louis tomlinson #larrie bullshit #seasurfacefullofclouds1 #evil harry styles #STOP HIM!

[hendolish]

💜for Madders x Trent

🖤 for Hendolish

🙏always thrilled to see your writing

james maddison/trent alexander-arnold - suddenly i see ♡

(💜 surprise/impulsive kiss)

As they sit together on a beach in God-knows where, Madders feels a sudden surge of boldness wash over him. Without thinking, he leans in and presses his lips against Trent's, a spontaneous and impulsive gesture fuelled by the warmth of the afternoon sun and the laughter that fills the air around them.

For a moment, time seems to stand still as their lips meet, the world around them fading away as they lose themselves in the sweetness of the moment. And then, just as quickly as it began, the kiss is over, leaving Madders feeling exhilarated and breathless.

As he pulls away, he can see the surprise and delight reflected in Trent's eyes, a mirrored reflection of his own feelings. And in that moment, Madders knows that this unexpected kiss has changed everything, igniting a spark between them that neither of them can deny.

jack grealish/jordan henderson - way too good at goodbyes

(🖤 kissing while crying / goodbye kiss / desperation)

As Jordan stands before him, his expression pained and conflicted, Jack can feel his heart breaking. He knows what's coming before Jordan even says the words.

"We can't do this, Jack," Jordan murmurs, his voice heavy with regret as he curls a hand around his arm. "Our lives are too hectic, too unpredictable. It's not fair to either of us."

Desperation wells up inside Jack, an insistent need to make Jordan understand, to make him stay. Without a second thought, he reaches out and pulls Jordan close, bringing their mouths together in a desperate kiss.

Their mouths meet, salty tears mingling with the taste of their lips, a bittersweet reminder of the emotions swirling between them. It's a kiss filled with longing, with unspoken words and unfulfilled dreams.

But as quickly as it began, the kiss is over, leaving Jack breathless and shaken. He looks into Jordan's eyes, searching for any sign of hope, any indication that they can make this work.

But all he sees is resignation, and Jack knows that despite his best efforts, he may have just lost the one person he can't bear to lose.

♡

#thank youuu🥰 #softness and then some heart wrenching angst 🫶🏻🫶🏻 #don’t say I don’t treat you guys 😉😉 #england nt #england #england national team #england football #football #football rpf #fics #hendolish #jack grealish #jordan henderson #Grealish #Henderson #man city #manchester city #ajax #trent alexander arnold #james maddison #Liverpool #spurs #tottenham hotspur #ask game

[diamondcrownacademy]

DCA Info Part 68: Meet Maddison Liddel 💀

Twisted from: Alice from American McGee’s Alice

Maddison Liddel (マディソン・リデル, Madison Rideru) is a 2nd year student affiliated with the Futterwacken dorm and is the twin sister of Allison.

History

Maddison was born and raised in the Kingdom of Gardenia, being the daughter of Lewis Liddel and Quincie Harriette, as well as being the younger twin sister of Allison Liddel.

The sisters’ early years were tolerable because not only did they have each other, but they had their mother to comfort them when their father scolded them. However, when their parents divorced and Quincie lost custody of her daughters due to Lewis having more influence and pulled strings to win the court case.

Personality

In contrast to her free spirited sister, Maddison is quiet and reserved but she’s noted to be clever. Despite her stern look, she does care about her sister.

Appearance

Maddison is a girl of average height in her mid-teens. She has dark turquoise eyes, however her hair color and hair style differs greatly in both designs. Her ensembles have darker, more muted colors.

First School Uniform

In her first school uniform, Maddison’s curly hair is the same color as her sister’s and she has bangs parted to the side.

She wears a cerulean blue dress over a black diamond pattern skirt. The top portion of the dress features a black diamond printed portion with gold trim and buttons and lace trim, puff sleeves with white cuffs with gold buttons and in the center of the top are four turquoise gem buttons, with two on each side. The skirt of the dress is asymmetrical and is worn over lace. The black diamond printed underskirt has the symbols Jupiter and Eris on the left side of the skirt. Maddison’s footwear consists of a pair of cerulean heeled shoes with gold soles and heels alongside a pair of leg warmers with a black diamond pattern, gold trim and buttons and lace trimming.

Maddison accessorizes with a pale gold hair pin shaped like a cracked heart with a cracked crown with one half having a red jewel. She also accessorizes with a black glove on her left hand and a cerulean and white arm warmer on her right hand with a black bracelet with a gold pocket watch attached to a gold key resembling the symbol for Mercury.

Second School Uniform

In her second school uniform, Maddison’s skin is now more peach colored, her hair is now off red and she has cerulean nails.

She wears a dark muted cerulean dress with a gold collar trim, a ruffle collar with white trim, white gold trimmed cuffs, a white upper apron, and the skirt having gold trim. For footwear, Maddison wears a pair of dark muted cerulean boots with gold detailing, as well as three black straps and gold buckles, as well as white and gray stockings.

Maddison accessorizes with a dark muted cerulean checkerboard hair bow with a scarlet jewel brooch that resembles a demonic eye, a red clock brooch, a pale gold belt with a pair of turquoise to red ombre heart shaped brooches with the left one having a demonic happy face while the right one has a worried expression. The most notable accessory is the skull-like head with a pink bow attached to a key.

School Statistics

Sophie is a 17 year old 2nd year student. She is classified as Student #4 and is in Class 2-E. She is a member of the Fairy Keeping Club and her best as well as favorite subject is Animal Linguistics since she finds it easier to talk to animals. Her least favorite school subject is Party Hosting since she is not fond of them anymore due to her household situation.

Relationships

Maddison cares about Allison and has a good relationship with her.

Trivia

• She shares her birthday with Allison on May 4th, making her a Taurus.

• Details on both of her ensembles references Alice from American McGee’s Alice, while her second ensemble bears some resemblance to the ensemble of the game’s protagonist.

• The eye jewel on her hair bow on her second ensemble resembles an Eyepot.

• The skull like head on her second ensemble resembles the doll like enemies in Alice: Madness Returns.

#maddison liddel #DCA info #bonus information

[lxndonorris]

football masterlist //

Aaron Ramsey:

movie date (S)

fun at the pool (S)

sneak peek (S)

Alvaro Medran:

make the best of it (F)

André Silva:

rooftop snuggles (F)

thirsty (S)

habits of my heart (S)

cinderella (F)

Ben Chilwell:

special present (S)

hungry for you (S)

his jersey (S)

by your side (F)

Benjamin Pavard:

in your eyes (S)

Ben White:

morning shower (S)

Brahim Diaz:

first day training (F)

Declan Rice

Yoga (S)

naughty one (S)

Dominic Calvert-Lewin:

national pride (S)

Dries Mertens:

just a nightmare (F)

Eden Hazard:

my girl (S)

lazy boy (F)

Emre Can:

magic touch (S)

Eric Dier:

scaredy cat (F)

Harry Winks:

roses and foam (S)

Gianluca Frabotta:

selfie (F)

Héctor Bellerin:

pillow fight (F)

my favorite shape (S)

sleepy boy (S)

Jack Grealish:

 something in your pants (S)

thighs (S)

a mouthful of lust (S)

so tight (S)

Jadon Sancho:

first time’s song (S)

James Maddison:

new Joggers (S)

comforting warmth (F)

that’s mine (S)

Jannes Horn:

cuddly morning (S)

Jude Bellingham

new heights (S)

Kai Havertz

fiery red (S)

Kepa Arrizabalaga:

papito (S)

Konstantinos Mavropanos:

kiss the pain away (F)

Kylian Hazard:

soft, cuddly bear (F)

Leon Goretzka:

coffee date (F)

suit up (S)

teddy bear (AF)

warm heart (F)

inside the locker room (S)

Lorenzo Insigne:

Domenica (F)

Luca Zidane:

hoodie thief (F)

Lucas Hernandez:

Two for one (S)

bruises and scars (S)

Luka Jovic:

late night bath (S)

Manuel Neuer:

who’s in charge? (S)

Marc Bartra:

big guns (S)

confessions (S)

Marco Asensio:

a little teasing never killed nobody (S)

beach boy (S)

Marcos Llorente:

hips don’t lie (S)

Marcus Rashford:

lullaby (F)

striptease (S)

Mason Mount:

drunks tell the truth (S)

Memphis Depay:

inked (S)

mile-high club (S)

shower time (S)

Miroslav Klose:

who’s in charge? (S)

Munir El Haddadi:

those three words (F)

Olivier Giroud:

becoming reality (S)

Patrick Cutrone:

teach me a lesson (S)

Paulo Dybala:

nailing it (F)

Phil Foden:

revealing sight (S)

Robin Koch:

jealousy (S)

another type of dessert (S)

Roman Bürki:

valentine lovers kit (S)

aftermath (F)

Ruben Loftus-Cheek:

one night stand (S)

Theo Hernandez:

 Two for one (S)

dance for me (S)

Thorgan Hazard:

Lovefool (S)

booty boy (S)

Tyrone Mings:

nighttime struggles (AF)

#football imagine #football x reader #football imagines #football masterlist #lxndonorris

[pluckysidekick]

45 days! We’re in shouting distance of the Nancy Drew Season 4 premiere, and hopefully only a few weeks away from the trailer, and maybe even some preview footage. We continue to see featured actors added on IMDB. The latest is Dane Schioler as “Young Logan” in episode 2.

Presumably this means there will also be an “Old Logan”. Episode 2 is of course the same one we saw in the M3gan trailer and that Kennedy referred to as having a vibe similar to Burning Bride (we talked about the possible role of the Nurse in my last blog). No other hints other than the fact that Dane bears a passing resemblance to Alex.

In cast news, Leah mentioned on Twitter that her hilarious Orphan Black-esque take on working in the restaurant industry is one of the reasons she was considered for the lead in the upcoming film Elemental (watch the video on Twitter, it’s a classic). She also stocked up on merch while visiting Pixar Studios.

Maddison dressed up for a swanky dinner in Vancouver this weekend, while Alex celebrated his girlfriend Hannah’s birthday. And Riley, who was recently engaged to his long term girlfriend, was featured in some beautiful engagement photos taken back in British Columbia on a break from his filming of Station 19 in LA.

Hope we get some more hints this week…

#nancy drew #nancy drew cw #ndcw #elemental #maddison jaizani #leah lewis #riley smith #alex saxon #nancy drew season 4 #nancy drew s4 #author: pluckysidekick

[harrysfolklore]

I might jump off a very tall somethings if the Maddison bear fc didn't get a harry happy ending

ahhhh im sorry to disappoint but he’s going to be the joe and charles is going to be the travis lol

#anon

[zahra-burch]

[enter, pursued by bear...]

zahra burch!

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quick facts

name: zahra marina burch

age: 27

birthday: february 1st

gender: cis woman

sexuality: bisexual

star sign: aquarius

place of birth: crescent city, california

occupation: manager of 'vintage vibe'

appearance

faceclaim: maddison jaizani

height: 5’3

build: slim

eye color: dark brown

hair color: dark brown

piercings: none

tattoos: several

short history

zahra's family moved to town the summer before first grade, so while they're not technically locals, they've certainly been here long enough to feel settled (or as settled as her and her mother could ever feel)

zahra's mother began waitressing at a local coffee shop and breakfast spot, 'brewty and the treat', and eventually became the manager there. the shop wasn't far from campus, and was a common hot spot for students, so it wasn't uncommon for zahra's classmates to be familiar with her mother and vice versa

her 'father', meanwhile, was an emt who worked long hours in the next town over

zahra attended st marys (class of 2015!) on an arts scholarship, although her grades were to the point of just skating by in most of her other classes

zahra would often be described as eccentric, showing up in bright and mismatched outfits, over the top makeup, rather out-there hairstyles, and always an odd thing or two to say to those passing by

spent the majority of her time in school backstage in the theater, painting sets and props…never finishing until the last possible second, but managing to pull it off after a few all nighters

while working on a project for history class junior year, she took a dna test and spent time at the local library researching her genealogy with the help of their records. the genealogy test came back that her father was not her biological father, and that she had a brother who went to st marys. she matches the birthday to chris, and is convinced that he's her long lost, secret sibling.

zahra spends the next few months preparing to approach chris at graduation, excited to finally have a sibling and fantasizing about a close relationship. she attend the party, before leaving early to finish up a set for an upcoming performance. she falls asleep in the theate and wakes up to hear that her brother has gone missing after the end of the year party, she's heartbroken. heartbroken and looking for someone to blame…

although zahra used to be close with her 'father' when she was really young, they drifted apart as she got older and he worked longer hours. once she realized that he wasn't her biological father and that he had been lying to her (never mind that her mother was also doing that…mom can do no wrong!) the relationship deteriorated even further, and she eventually gets it into her head that he's somehow responsible for chris' disappearance

senior year is a struggle, and although she's able to scrape together her portfolio in between assisting with the search efforts, even after receiving an internship with the potential for further training and work, zahra's unable to bring herself to leave where chris went missing.

so she stays, and the next ten years are spent growing more convinced of her 'father's' role in chris' disappearance, jumping around from odd job to odd job, until she finally settles into the role of manager of an 'upscale' thrift/secondhand/vintage store in town.

zahra never actually left after chris' disappearance, too caught up in the event and the fact that it meant she didn't have a chance to actually tell him what she'd found out and have a close, sibling relationship like she'd fantasized about. so when the im comes, she's ready to attend.

wanted connections

( just a few ideas, but i'm up for anything! just shoot me a message!)

enemies (girl can hold a grudge)

lowkey obsessive crush (‘guilty as sin’ vibes)

best friend

co-workers/former co-workers (she truly did bop around after high school, so it could have been anything local!)

theater/art friends

someone who was/is a regular at the coffee shop her mom worked at!

ex-friends

hookups

exes (any gender)

#about #hello friends!!! i am so excited to get to write with you all!

[thestarvingchef]

Have you seen the show The Bear? If so, what are your thoughts on it? Are there better ways to run their restaurant?

Hey thanks for the ask!

I have seen the bear, it’s actually one of my favourite shows even if it does give me panic attacks. (Especially the Carmy at Maddison park with his old chef scene. Eerily accurate to my experience.) I personally think that carmy and syd do their best, and with season 2 having Ritchie and everyone else coming into their own I think the management is getting better. Part of what I feel could be a downfall is Carmy and his lack of patience. He often becomes angry and prone to outbursts which can seriously effect things. And controversial but honest opinion, Syd lacks the experience to lead things, she’s a great cook but her only venture in leadership failed, she’s still young so I feel the stress and pressure of being head chef will catch up to her. I personally feel Marcus has the greatest potential of anyone in the show to lead. Also, they are moving to quick while still in debt, they are multiple hundreds of thousands in debt and have opened a new restaurant where they probably won’t make much money for the first few months. It could be a major downfall. If it was me I’d have done pop ups of the new restaurant and marketed Carmy more. Build a reputation first to support your new business.

Amazing Ask!

Cheers

Tay

#cook #chef #foodie #cheflife #the best #cooking #cheftay #AskTay

[maddisondonovan]

"You should find another guiding light, but I shine so bright."

full name. Maddison Grace Donovan

nickname(s). Maddie

age + birthdate. 34. February 14th, 1990

occupation. Owner of The Haven, Yoga Studio

currently living in. Downtown

gender + pronouns.  Cisfemale ∘  She/Her

hometown. Covington, Georgia

full name. Maddison Grace Donovan

nickname(s). Maddie

age + birthdate. 34. February 14th, 1990

occupation. Owner of The Haven, Yoga Studio

currently living in. Downtown

gender + pronouns.  Cisfemale ∘  She/Her

hometown. Covington, Georgia

character inspirations. Sutton Brady and Caroline Forbes

PINTEREST ╱ CONNECTIONS

personality .

zodiac chart: Aquarius sun, Libra moon, Aquarius rising

mbti personality: ENFJ-T

moral alignment: Neutral good

ennegram: type 9 (The Peacemaker)

hobbies / interests:  Traveling, Yoga, Hiking

positive traits: Confident, Kind, Independent, Ambitious, Outgoing

negative traits: Controlling, Stubborn, Judgmental, Vain, Vulnerable

family .

parents: Andrea & Scott Donovan

siblings: Older Brother, Theo

children: None

pets: Golden Retriever, Bear

breakdown .

tw: cancer,

Born in Covington, GA - Maddie is the youngest child and the oldest daughter to Scott and Andrea Donovan. Her older brother is 5 years older than her.

She was a social butterfly in school. Friends with everyone, on the cheerleading team, captain of the soccer team, on the homecoming committee, and in the yearbook club.

She had always dreamed of leaving Georgia, and seeing the world - but got cold feet when it came time to pick a college, and ultimately, after a breakup she decided to take the leap and move to New York City, where she attended NYU.

She spent the next four years studying business management, before graduating with a business management degree.

After college, Maddison took a job at a local gym chain, working her way up to regional manager in the New York area - she kept her small studio on the upper east side, and during her off time she traveled the world, checking off her bucket list with each place she visited.

Six months ago however, Theo called her to give her the news that their mother had stage 3 Leukemia, and without a second thought - Maddison packed up her small studio apartment, and made the move back to Georgia.

Now, she has opened a Yoga Studio downtown and rented a two bedroom apartment close by.

In between the studio, and caring for her mother - Maddison is getting reacquainted with the small town she left behind so many years before.

headcanons .

Maddison never settled down, and never wanted kids - the idea kind of terrifies her, which is why she hasn't had a serious relationship since college.

Bear is five years old, and her best friend. That dog goes everywhere with Maddison.

Her mom is the parent she is super closest with, and her being sick has really affected Maddison more than she would like to admit.

Aside from owning the yoga studio, she often teaches classes. Usually in the early mornings - since she is a early riser.

#covingtonintro #abt maddie

[leafs-lover]

Quinine-Bear🥹

Where does the nickname come from and do all the kids have some?

Quinn has quite a few nicknames, the most of any child. She loves the princess, pumpkin, sweetheart, peanut, all those sorts of names that don’t originate from her actual name, and is called all of them.

Quinnie Bear is one Auston gave her when she was only a few months old, they had been watching Winnie-the-Pooh earlier in the day, so the theme song/ melody was in his head. He took her for a diaper change and she was fussing because she hates the cold, so Auston started singing the song to calm her down, but after getting halfway through it and forgetting the lyrics, he’d start over. Eventually instead of Winnie -the-Pooh, he sang Quinnie-the-Pooh and is sort of stuck little miss was a bit of a stinker so it made sense

From there, Quinnie-the-Pooh evolved to Quinnie Bear, which went to Bear, and when she was having temper tantrums, Auston would call her a grizzly bear which she hated, so he doesn’t say that anymore. She also has Quinn-a-lynne because it rhymes, but Quinn always responds with “my name is Quinn Leigh” because she doesn’t get it. She earned the slightly ironic nickname of Lightning McQuinn after she wanted to show Auston how fast she was in a race and came in last, but not even a close last, like a horribly off-pace last. Whenever she plays a sport and messes up a simple play, Auston will playfully mutter to Tia with a proud smile, Lightning McQuinn, which always earns him a scolding.

Tia almost exclusively calls Benjamin by his first name. As a baby, Auston called him Benny a lot as a cute name, and Benito as a playful one. There is Benji or Ben, and Benji evolved to Banjo and Banjo sticks for a while. As he becomes a toddler he attaches himself to Tia and basically refuses he see Auston, even if Tia is at grocery shopping or at work, he will refuse Auston. Because of his sometimes prickly attitude toward him, Auston named that version “Ebenezer” (as in Scrooge). That name does fade as he opens up to Auston and stops blatantly favouring Tia but around 13 he starts talking back and getting an attitude, so that nickname makes a re-appearance.

Maddison used to get called princess, but by about three she would quickly retort “I’m not a princess” so all those cutesy nicknames stopped until Quinn was born (and she loves them all). Maddie is an obvious nickname, or Mads, Mitch started Mad-Dog which she loved and it stuck for a while. Auston used to call her Sunny, but by six she told him she didn’t like when he called her that. For a while there was Maddie-moo, and every time Auston would do his best cow impression to make her laugh, which eventually was shortened to Moo. The only time she is really called Maddison is when she is in trouble.

Taylour is the one without a lot of nicknames. He has Tay, but even then his parents generally go by Taylour, as he grows up he becomes worried when his parents don’t call him Taylour and instead use some shortened version.

When Jumbo nicknamed Fred, Fredzilla, Taylour loved it, so Freddie started calling him Taylosaurus Rex, which quickly was shortened to T-Rex. Some of his friends have called him T, which he doesn’t care about but it bothers Auston because he assumes they are talking about his mom, then he has to remind himself they aren’t and it’s a whole fight in his brain for about six seconds whenever he hears it. He actually ends up getting more of the hockey style nickname of Matty or Matts and those stick more than anything else.

#too far gone asks #too far gone #tfg: taylour james #tfg: Maddison grace #tfg: Benjamin Levi #tfg: Quinn Leigh #tfg: am #tfg: tia adams #Auston and tia

[xx-carnage-xx]

CLETUS KASADY | FUN FACTS

• Listens to Motley Crue

• Was originally serving eleven consecutive life sentences in Rykers Prison (and was fully prepared to make it 12 after killing his cell mate Eddie Brock cause Eddie was annoying him with his constant exercise/clapping)

• Was convicted of eleven murders but bragged about a dozen more

• Symbiote is described as being made up of black and blood by an eyewitness to Carnage’s first string of crimes

• Calls Spider-Man “Webster” the first time they fight

• Writes “Carnage Rules” on walls in either his own or his victim’s blood after he kills someone when he first becomes Carnage. It’s like his calling card

• Apparently had a stuffed teddy bear named Binky back when he was put in St.Estes Group Home. He also eventually (still as a child) burned down said group home

• Certified Cop Killer™️ (and this is just in his first slew of appearances)

• Allegedly (as of The Amazing Spider-Man: Carnage Part One) pushed a girl in front of a bus. He presumably did this as a child still.

• Before he was captured he was said to have been a ‘quite man who paid his rent on time’ by his landlord.

• Was described as a “Strange Lad. Poor Student,” and apparently there was some tragedy that happened at homecoming when he was still in school that presumably had something to do with him

• Carnage doesn’t trigger Peter’s Spider-Sense

• Can solidify his “costume” in a way Venom never could according to Peter

• The Carnage symbiote when detached from the “main body” can’t maintain molecular integrity (ie: if Carnage throws a symbiote projectile that detaches from his body it will disintegrate shortly after impact)

• He was a “Family Annihilator” (in criminal minds terms at least) in regards to how he became a serial killer before the symbiote. Kind of, he also killed on an individual bases often.

• Sometime after being defeated in Carnage: The Conclusion (I’m presuming) Cletus is incarcerated at: “Ravencroft, a maximum security institution devoted to the study of the criminally insane” - according to Ben Reilly in Web of Carnage Part Two)

• Has been calling the symbiote “Red” since Carnage: Part Two

• Likes grey poupon mustard on his sandwich (a sandwich that he was making in the house of one of the people he’d killed’s kitchen. The scene was still yet to be discovered by authorities)

• More susceptible to sonic (high frequency noise) attacks than to heat, as Carnage fell onto the third rail at Penn Station that “thousands of volts” of electricity were being channeled into and brushed the heat off with a joke. On the other hand he’s defeated in Carnage: The Conclusion by Spider-Man setting the speakers at Maddison Square Garden to the same frequency as the Fantastic Four’s sonic emitters. Carnage also goes down (by virtue of being younger than the venom symbiote) faster than Venom.

• Uses Webster & Webstinker in reference to Spider-Man. (I’ve pointed out Webster already but I just think it’s that adorable)

#updated regularly• #+w #my shit… #🕸️

[fand0mh03]

AHS Coven as things my friends have said

Cordelia: “It was documented in the books.”

Maddison: “What books?!

Queenie: “I had four cups of coffee and eight oreo fillings before this, get on my level”

Zoe: “What is this? I don’t want this”

Maddison: “What is it?”

Zoe: “My fifth grade graduation certificate”

Maddison: “Big moment for you, huh?”

Zoe:”these are the sweatpants I’m getting”

Maddison: “they look like if Kermit and a bear had a baby”

Zoe:”great I’m gonna get them then”

Zoe: “They’re about to kiss, and they’re probably naked too”

Misty: “If I were you, I’d drink today”

Cordelia: “Misty get out of the cow!”

Cordelia: “Maddison don’t you dare!”

Mallory: *wrapping herself in blankets* “I wanna go home, I want home innocence back”

Bonus quote:

(I got this off of YouTube couple)

Misty: “what are you eating?”

Cordelia: “chips”

Misty: “and not me?”

Queenie: “WHAT”

#Ahs #ahs fanfic #ahs coven #ahs fandom #american horror story #Queenie #Cordelia Goode #misty day #zoe benson #Madison Montgomery #Mallory

[storiesagehumileation]

the court room

Maddison nervously tiptoed into the court room, her gaze firmly fixed on the floor. She knew that if she dared to look up and meet her family's eyes, she would be overcome with emotion and break down in tears. Maddison had left home at 21, made her way to the city and established a successful career as a lawyer. Now, at 35, she had brought shame and disgrace upon her family.

Maddison had criminally stolen thousands from a child charity, profiting from the death of innocent children. The judges were elated to have the green light to use humiliation as a form of punishment for Maddison's awful acts. Normally, the judges were careful when and where to use such a harsh form of punishment, but in this case, they were all too eager to take the route of humiliation. Despite the joyousness of the judges, it is clear that Maddison's actions were inexcusable and deserve to be reprimanded.

Maddison felt a wave of humiliation and anger wash over her as the judge announced her sentence. She was to be kept under house arrest for fifteen hours a day, and for the other nine she would attend nursery - as a little girl! Maddison had to stifle a scream of protest as the judge added that she would be wearing nappies and would be changed on the babies' changing mat. The thought of having to play and dress in infantile clothing, as well as wear nappies, was too much for her to bear. But she was powerless to do anything about it and all she could do was stand there in shock and disbelief, as the judge reminded her of who was in charge.

Maddison was overcome with emotion as the judge continued. She was to be placed under house arrest, with officers coming to check on her twice a day - and each time, she was expected to be completely naked in her parents’ home. If she was ever caught wearing clothes, she would be sent to prison and then continue her house arrest. To make matters worse, her family would be witness to her nudity, with her mother, father, and siblings having a full view of her vagina, breasts, and bottom for the entirety of the next year. Maddison would be confined to the living room, which had been outfitted with a potty, play area, and crib.

Maddison was horrified at the judge's sentence - to be treated like a baby and have her every need met from a bottle! She'd be confined to a play area with no electronics and if she was naughty in 'nusery' even her bouncer or playmobile would be taken away leaving her with no form of entertainment. 'What a cruel punishment!' she thought. Maddison had wasted the stolen money on a holiday and handbags, and now she had to pay the price. No doubt she was regretting her choices, but she had no choice but to accept the judge's ruling. She sat back in her chair, wailing and pleading for mercy, but nothing could change the judge's decision. Maddison was resigned to the fact that she'd be spending the next year of her life in an infantile state.

Maddison was marched out of the room by the judge, as he set up the court. Everyone in the room stared at Maddison as she slowly made her way to the middle, her body trembling with fear. She looked up apologetically at her mother who had stepped forward to see her daughter, who had made the deal with the court for Maddison's freedom - if not for her, Maddison would have spent the next decade locked away.

Maddison had no time to process what was happening. For stealing the money, she was now beginning her year of humiliation. Maddison's mother then walked in, pulled up a chair and sat down, looking Maddison in the eye with a disapproving sigh. Though Maddison feared a spanking was about to occur, her mother took the opportunity to infantilize her. Maddison was forced to lay over her mother's lap as her bottom was lightly tapped and rubbed while her mother sung children's songs, making her feel ridiculous and foolish. Maddison's humiliation was taken to the next level when her mother removed her skirt, leaving her in her panties. Reaching down and still singing, her mother took her jacket and shirt off without much fuss.

Maddison's childish display was met with embarrassment and ridicule as the court room laughed at the sight of the grown woman beginning to kick and scream in a manner that could only be described as a full blown tantrum. Her mother mockingly laid her on the floor as if to emphasize her embarrassment.

As Madison began to stand from her tantrum, she was met by her mother's hands on her underwear. Turning to face her mother, Madison pleaded with all her might, screaming that she was not an infant. Her mother was annoyed, but chose to mock her daughter and said if she was not an infant then she must be a grown woman. Madison nodded, and her mother continued, saying that if she wanted out she would have to prove it by twerking in front of the court. Thinking this was a true deal, Madison reluctantly lowered her bottom and began to twerk in front of the entire court room as the court looked mockingly on the grown woman.

Maddison was left twerking for five minutes before her mother marched over and pulled her underwear to the floor, taking her bra off. Maddison was then bought back over her mother's lap, kicking and screaming, and spanked in front of the entire courtroom. The screams of humiliation and regret could be heard down the street. After the spanking, Maddison was stood so everyone could take a look at her privates. Taking her by the hand, her mother marched her to the children's lawyer and spanked her again, demanding she apologize for stealing the money with each smack. Desperately trying to cover herself, Maddison apologized and apologized for her actions. On the last smack, she was turned around and her mother demanded she twerk for the entire room again, this time completely naked. The sight of her very white behind and tiny breasts added to the humiliation of the situation.

Maddison was filled with snot and tears as she was marched back to a potty chair, her mother's cooing voice mocking her as she made it clear that there were only two options: go on the potty or do it on Mommy's lap. Maddison felt completely humiliated and, defeated, she succumbed to her fate and did her business in front of a room of strangers. As she pushed out her poo poo with great force, a loud fart echoed through the room. Maddison felt utterly disgraced by the situation she found herself in, and it was obvious that this was going to be a long, difficult year for her.

#diaper domination #humiliation captions #embarrasment #discipline #stories

[melodythebunny]

just really random doodles feat. the parents mainly

edmund loves to tease erik about his love life. tim just thinks its adorable. Erik just wants to be left alone. And Matthias is the person they run to whenever Erik is trying to shoot them

(i really should draw them more XDD)

Pan doesnt know how to deal with kids. hence why Pamela mostly took care of paul. Not that some of his father habbits didnt rub off on him. like smoking-

Tambry hates matt ever since the whole bear with a gun incident and blames Maddison for not caring enough. :c

#tambry #maddison #pamela #Panaev #tim #edmund #erik #my art #eddsworld related #eddsworld #matt eddsworld #tom eddsworld #eddsworld paul #eddsworld art #eddsworld au #my ocs #eddsworld fanon #eddsworld prequel au #prequel au