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What Happens After Stravaganza

Or: How Baby Names Give Fabrizio an Aneurysm

I have my own headcanons for what happens after the series is finished. Having just finished yet another re-read of the series, I wanted to share my many thoughts with you. I’ve compiled most of these headcanons into this five and a half pages long rant, so bear with me. Let me know what you think!

Intro

Just a couple things before I get started:

First of all, two versions of this ”what happens next/next generation” exist, one based on the canon events and one based on my own “if Stravaganza was a tv show, here’s how I would fix the last two seasons” version. Most of the differences are mainly in the English side of things, but the main things remain the same. I’m only going through my canon compliant continuation here.

And second, a reminder that canon events end in 2006 in England and 1580 in Talia.

This long post will go through the immediate aftermath of the series, what happens in the years that follow, and what happens in the New Adventure Era. That is what I will call the era of the new Stravaganti, though I have only come up with the basic idea for just one so far. There will be a lot of gaps and missing information, so feel free to throw ideas at me, maybe some of them will inspire me to fill in the blanks! Anyway, let’s start where the series left off: The aftermath of Luciano and Arianna’s wedding and Rinaldo’s death.

Immediately after the series

After the series, the gate between England and Talia closes. No-one is able to go to the other world, and they can’t really find any explanations for it. The Talian Stravaganti keep working on it, trying to find the cause and to get the gate open again. Meanwhile, the English Stravaganti move on with their lives. They’re not even aware of the gate closing at first because none of them try stravagating for a while.

Fabrizio wants revenge on Bellezza, blaming the death of Rinaldo on the city and its leaders. It takes a lot of convincing from his family to keep the situation from escalating to an all-out war. Fabrizio reluctantly accepts that Rinaldo’s death was an accident, but he’s now more sure than ever that he wants Bellezza to one day to be ruled by a di Chimici.

Luciano’s warrant in the di Chimici cities is overturned for the same reason it was overturned in Fortezza. This frustrates Fabrizio, but his family once again keeps him from escalating the situation further.

The years in between – Talia

I want to note first that I’m about to list off a lot of different baby names and birth years. I decided not to go with the usual di Chimici naming conventions of giving the same 5 names to all the children. You can also assume that there may have been some miscarriages/stillbirths/children dying young in addition to the children I mention in this section. These are just the ones making it to the New Adventure Era, and they’re all based on Vibes and Divine Messages I sometimes get in my head (also known as Thoughts).

Bellezza

In Bellezza, Luciano and Arianna have (at least) five children, all of whom have ridiculously sentimental names. The first one is Davide, born in 1581. (Luciano has a minor crisis about being a “teen dad” because Davide is born before he turns 20, but no-one else understands what he’s on about because “it’s a normal age to have children in Talia, Luciano”.) The next one is Vittoria (1582). Silvia and Arianna raise her to be a potential new Duchessa after Arianna, though, spoiler alert, that plan won’t go through. I’ll talk more about Vittoria later on. Next there is Cesare (1584), and yes, this is in reference to the post I made earlier. Luciano did indeed get drunk with Cesare when Arianna was pregnant and lost a bet.

The second youngest of their children is Valeria (1587). Once Vittoria is out as a potential new Duchessa, Silvia and Arianna begin raising her as the new candidate instead. Luciano questions whether it would be better to just let the children be children, but Silvia tells him that “that’s not how politics work”. The youngest of the siblings is Guglielmo (1591). Dethridge died shortly before he was born, so Luciano and Arianna named their child in his memory.

Barbara and Marco’s children’s names ended up accidentally having a theme of all beginning with an A. Antonio, the oldest, is best friends with Davide, and the two try doing the ol’ switcharoo their mothers did, but they’re not smart enough to realize that in order to pull it off you need to a) look alike, b) lie well enough and c) have a mask that helps to conceal your identity. The other children are Anna, Agnese and Adamo (after Arianna’s alter-ego in Padavia).

Remora

Eventually Cesare takes over as the Horsemaster of the Ram, though he ends up spending a lot of time in “fancy circles” due to his friendship with Gaetano.

Gaetano and Francesca are still grossly in love even after many years of marriage. Gaetano gets to finally just enjoy the arts and eat good food, though he still sometimes has to worry about Fabrizio’s lust for power and revenge. Gaetano and Francesca’s first child, the one Francesca is pregnant with in City of Swords, is born late 1580, and is a girl they name Lucrezia. They also have Carlo (1582), the future Prince of Remora, Benedetta (1584), Ferrando (1587), future Prince of Moresco (more on this later), Clarice (1588) and Caterina (1593). Fabrizio got so angry when he heard that both he and Luciano would be made Lucrezia’s godfathers that he somehow came down with a fever and missed the christening entirely.

Giglia

Sandro and Brother Dog live happy and long lives. This is very important and worth mentioning.

After Bino (/Falco, 1580), it takes a few years before Fabrizio and Caterina have their next child, Isabella (1587). They still love each other, but their relationship is strained because Caterina has to keep reigning Fabrizio in to keep him from possibly starting a war and spiraling into madness. Over time she learns to do it more confidently, and becomes an expert on handling her husband. Their youngest child, Rinaldo, is born in 1592, and is named so only because a) all the other family names were taken and b) no-one else wanted to name their child after Rinaldo. Little Rinaldo has no interest in his father’s schemes, and rather than marrying to benefit the family, he would like to follow his late uncle’s footsteps and become a priest. Unlike his namesake, this Rinaldo has a genuine interest in religion, and eventually ends up becoming a Pope, though this time there is no scheming involved.

Classe

Beatrice is still officially cast out of the family, but everyone except Fabrizio and Filippo keeps in touch with her. Fabrizio does calm down enough to realize that he has to keep diplomatic relations to Classe in order to avoid a larger conflict, so he has to tolerate Filippo Nucci and Beatrice when it comes to certain official events. Though if he can, he’ll often find a representative to go to these events in his place, and he has not said a single word to his sister since she got married.

Beatrice and Filippo have only two children, Matteo (1584) and Nicoletta (1586). The latter is named in honor of Niccoló, and this annoys Fabrizio a lot.

Fortezza

There is a lot of rebuilding to do in Fortezza after the civil war. There are still tensions in the city between those that supported Ludo and those that supported Lucia. Her and Guido do their best to forget about the war, and they have two sons, Giuliano (1581) and Jacopo (1583). Fabrizio is not a fan of their marriage, and privately he says that the boys are “not real di Chimici”, and he worries about what happens to Fortezza after Lucia dies. In order to keep Fabrizio calm, Lucia promises that although her sons have their father’s last name, the ruler of Fortezza will still be called a di Chimici even after her death. This does not do much to ease Fabrizio’s nerves.

Volana

Alfonso keeps using Volana as a shield against Fabrizio starting an all-out war. Any time Fabrizio gets upset over Alfonso not taking his side on whatever weird plan he has going on, Alfonso kindly reminds his brother-in-law that Volana is the closest di Chimici city to Bellezza and its allies. If a war breaks out, Volana is the first one on the line, and Alfonso isn’t ready to take risks. (He doesn’t mention that Volana has a good relationship with Bellezza. Fabrizio doesn’t need to remember that when he’s being talked out of raising an army.)

Alfonso and Bianca have five children. The oldest, Ferdinando (1581), is named after the late Pope. Alfonso knew it was Rinaldo who was behind his death, and felt bad about it so he named his son in honor of their uncle. This is also why he and Bianca never name any of their children after Rinaldo. (They claim it’s so that Caterina can use that name.) The other children are Eleanora (1582), Giovanni (1584), Luciano (1586) and Beatrice (1588). Fabrizio isn’t happy about Luciano’s name, even though he’s named after Alfonso’s maternal uncle. Fabrizio just doesn’t want to be reminded of Luciano Crinamorte when he’s with his family. He’s also unhappy about Beatrice’s name, but Bianca keeps assuring him that her daughter is named after her aunt.

Bellona

By the New Adventure Era, Filippo still isn’t the Prince of Bellona. His father is old, but still alive, and Filippo is bored and frustrated. He keeps having trouble getting married, and it’s only after Fabrizio arranges him a politically advantageous marriage that he finally manages to find a wife. That’s also why his daughter Francesca, having been born in 1598, is so much younger than the other di Chimici children. Filippo spoils his daughter, but he’s worried that if he doesn’t have a son, the family will face another succession crisis in Bellona, and that’s something they do not need.

The years in between – England

After the series is over, Nick and Georgia manage to keep their relationship relatively drama-free and they stay together even while Georgia is studying and Nick is still in school. He gets so good at fencing that eventually he wins silver in the Olympics. When a reporter asks him how he feels about not winning, he says that he “looks better in silver”. Georgia becomes a journalist and her specialty is writing exposés about shady companies with unethical and environmentally bad practices.

Nick goes to university while still doing fencing (I haven’t figured out yet what he would study), but he is forced to stop doing sports when his leg begins to act up, and he has to have another surgery in his 20s. He and Georgia get married eventually, and they agree that they “might have kids someday, but definitely not now”. This goes on for a long time, but then the pandemic happens (yes, we’re going there). Georgia gets pregnant and they decide to keep the baby, and agree that Nick is going to stay home with it. Their daughter, little pandemic-baby Stella, is born in 2021. Nick uses his time as a stay-at-home dad to figure out what he wants to do with his life now that he can’t do sports anymore. He still often goes to Mortimer’s shop for tea with the baby. (The baby does not drink the tea.)

Isabel’s parents won’t let her do a full gap-year in the US, so eventually her and Sky decide to break up because the long-distance-relationship is a little too much for them. He ends up becoming a fairly successful artist, not world-famous, but definitely known within the art circles. (There may be just a hint of nepotism going on at the beginning.) He studies in the US and ends up splitting his time between the UK and US as an adult. He’s still best friends with Nick (Nick calls him after his silver-interview and asks if Sky saw it and got the joke), and although he’s Stella’s godfather, he’s decided that he’s fine with not having his own children, and is single as of the New Adventure Era.

Matt and Ayesha break up briefly during their college years, but end up getting together again. Ayesha studies law and Matt studies IT. They move to a boring neighborhood near Islington. Ayesha works in London and they have an agreement that Matt stays at home with their kids (2014/2016/2018, all still unnamed) until they've all started school. On the side Matt does some work here and there, and he ends up being the local “computer guy” to all the old people. He helps Mr. Goldsmith set up an online store for his shop, and runs into Nick whenever he has to go help with tech (Nick is still not good at any of that). Matt doesn’t know how to gossip so when Ayesha asks “Oh you saw Nick? What’s up with him these days? How’s the baby?” all Matt can say is “the baby is still a baby”.

Laura has not had any contact with Ludo (now called Luke) in years. His translation was a mess, and unlike Nick, who got an easy and soft start due to being a child, Ludo was in a lot of trouble right from the start. Laura’s parents were rightfully horrified that their child had a 24-year-old boyfriend with no past. Laura kept up with her fantasy about her and Ludo for a while, but eventually it all got too much for her and she decided to stop pursuing a relationship with him. She moves away from London when she goes to university. That’s when she pretty much drops off everyone’s radar apart from the occasional update they manage to gather from her social media. Laura blames herself for Ludo’s miserable life and just wants to get away from all of it.

No-one has really heard from Ludo in years either. He struggled a lot, since he had nothing to build his life off of. David Mulholland tried to help him get started, but it was a lot harder to do for a grown man compared to a teenager. The last anyone heard of Ludo was when he moved to Liverpool for some temporary job, but that was years ago, and no-one is sure if he’s even alive anymore.

Laura ends up back on everyone’s radar when Sky hears from his mother, who is now married to Paul, that Alice and Laura are together. That news is a little awkward for all the other Stravaganti, mainly Sky and Georgia, but Laura seems genuinely happy. She’s able to talk to Alice about all the things that happened to her as a teenager without lying or hiding information, and Alice is now fine with at least hearing about Talia, because she doesn’t have to fear losing Laura to it. Alice, who is now a journalist like Georgia, ended up connecting with Laura when they met because of their work. (I’m not yet sure what Laura does.)

Isabel is the biggest mystery to me so far. She didn’t become an artist in the same sense as Sky, though she’s still very much interested in art. For some reason I’m getting the Vibes that at some point she moved to Scotland and is very happy there. She could be a teacher(?), but honestly, this one needs a little more brainstorming.

The New Adventure Era

Background

After Ferdinando of Moresco died, his son Ferrando inherited the title of Prince of Moresco. However, Ferrando is gay and thus never married, which means that he has no children to be his heirs. He eventually realizes that he needs to sort out the matter of succession before he dies, so that Moresco won’t end up as Fortezza 2.0. At the time Fabrizio and Caterina haven’t had Rinaldo yet, so it is agreed that Moresco will go to Gaetano and Francesca’s second son, also named Ferrando. Once Rinaldo is born, Fabrizio feels that since they are the senior branch of the family, Moresco should go to Rinaldo, but so far he has not pressed the matter further to avoid any more drama within the family. He knows that everyone would side against him and take Gaetano’s side on this, especially since the matter has been clear for years now.

Fabrizio has, in general, matured and calmed down. He is becoming more and more like his father, and this is both a blessing and a curse. He’s less likely to act on an impulse, but he has become very good at scheming and plotting behind the scenes. His one weakness is his wife and children, and Caterina remains the only one that can truly manipulate Fabrizio.

Before Lucien ever stravagated, there were other talismans taken to England and other Stravaganti from that world (as mentioned in City of Masks). However, there was one talisman, taken from Moresco, which never found its Stravagante and remained unused. It was taken to somewhere in the 19th century, but the Talian Stravaganti have mostly forgotten about it by now.

The adventures begin

The New Adventure Era begins in 2021/1601. It has been pretty much exactly 15 years for England and 21 years for Talia since the gate closed.

A new Stravagante from England finds their talisman in Mortimer’s shop as usual. It is the long-forgotten talisman that was brought to England almost 200 years earlier. This one’s “problem” is that they are an only child whose parents are constantly away on business trips, so they’ve been forced to become very independent, almost too much so. They’re also very lonely whenever they’re not with their friends, because there’s usually no-one home. They even had to spend their recent 15th birthday alone, with just a card and a stack of money waiting for them on the kitchen counter. (They used that money to buy the talisman.)

The usual accidental stravagating happens, though this time it is very interesting to the Talian Stravaganti. Why is the gate suddenly open again? Why has more time passed in Talia compared to England? Will the gate remain stable again?

The new Stravagante ends up in Moresco and becomes friends with the younger Ferrando di Chimici, who has reluctantly moved there for the summer so that he can get to know the city he will one day rule. I have not yet figured out any more details for the main plot here, but I know that there will be Hijinks.

I mentioned earlier that we would get back to Vittoria. Well, it turns out that her and Bino have fallen in love and have a secret relationship that they maintain by writing letters and using official events as an excuse to meet each other. To these two idiots think it is soooo romantic that they’re together even though their parents hate each other. (Well, Fabrizio hates Luciano and Arianna, who at this point just consider Fabrizio an inconvenience when it comes to foreign politics.) During the New Adventure Era Vittoria and Bino get found out, and of course this whole thing blows up. Everyone is upset with them, and Luciano and Fabrizio are losing their minds. Eventually Bino, having learnt the art of manipulating Fabrizio from his mother, convinces his father that if he marries Vittoria, it will bring Bellezza closer to the di Chimici. Fabrizio remains under the impression that when Arianna is no longer the Duchessa, Vittoria will be elected and can then be used as a puppet. No-one tells him that Vittoria has no plans of becoming the Duchessa of Bellezza.

In clowncusion

There we go, my ideas for what could happen after the end of the series. Like I said, feel free to throw more ideas at me, I’d love to brainstorm some more fun headcanons. Especially if they torment Fabrizio.

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ayo-edebiri · 5 months

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#Congratulation to David Tennant and Georgia Tennant Michael Sheen for winning Best Comedy Partnership at the I Talk Telly Awards 2023

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pathologicalreid · 4 months

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doctor and doctor | S.R.

in which you add a degree to your repertoire

who? spencer reid x fem!reader

category: fluff

content warning: i tried my best and the process described is pretty accurate to my graduate school but there might be some discrepancies. mentions of marriage and anxiety.

word count: 470

a/n: my brain has been rotting this finals week so i just needed some good academic validation fluff to write. i also got in a car accident this morning (I'm fine lol someone hit my car) so fluff was mandatory. hoping to get a lot of writing done over the school break.

There was an old joke that only five people would ever read your dissertation, you, your supervisor, your two examiners, and your unlucky partner or spouse who has to act as an unpaid proofreader for you. It was something you had heard for the past four years.

Of course, in your case, your boyfriend had three PhDs of his own and was more than happy to read through your dissertation, even though it was pushing five hundred pages.

The BAU’s jet had just landed after a three-day case in Georgia, and you had just hung up after talking with Spencer. You complained about feeling like a sitting duck, waiting to hear from your doctoral advisor to see if your thesis was accepted, and he told you he imagined it wouldn’t be long now.

You had been offered a teaching position starting in the new semester, but it was contingent on your dissertation being approved.

That all led to the email sitting in your inbox, you left your laptop open on the kitchen counter, leaving the email unopened, which is how Spencer found you when he got home.

“Angel?” He said, slightly alarmed, you stood still in the kitchen, watching your laptop like it was going to combust.

Pointing at the device, you took a deep breath, “I got the email.”

Hastily, he set his bag on the couch of your shared apartment before joining you in the kitchen. “Did you look at it?” He asked, leaning over and looking at the screen that displayed your still unopened email. You shook your head, “Were you going to?”

“What if they didn’t accept it?” You whispered, not moving your eyes from the screen.

He waited a moment, “Do you want me to open it?”

You shook your head again, “No, I’ll do it.” You told him, in a sudden surge of bravery, you leaned forward and clicked on the email. Automatically, the email popped up with a burst of confetti – an effect from your email browser recognizing the word ‘congratulations.’ You gasped and Spencer wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight.

It all faded away. The nerves from the past four years, because you had done it.

“I’m so proud of you,” Spencer murmured. “So, so proud.”

You twisted in his arms to look at the screen and read the email in its entirety. “My degree will be officially conferred on the next date designated by the university. Oh, my goodness,” you said, overwhelmed. “I really got my PhD!” You said excitedly, bouncing on the balls of your feet.

“So, when we get married, we’ll both be Dr. Reid,” Spencer said, glancing over at the email before looking down at you fondly.

Your smile spanned from ear to ear, “Yeah!” You said excitedly, the smile dropping from your face, “Wait, what?”

#criminal minds #spencer reid fanfic #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #criminal minds fluff #written by margot #emily prentiss #spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfiction

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alexias-putellas · 4 months

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comfort // l.williamson x reader

l.williamson x reader

oh to live in a world where leah (and beth) were at the wwc 🥺🥺

based on this request!

part two here!

being named captain of the matildas was one of the proudest moments of your life and for a while, you were sure that nothing else was ever going to top that feeling.

until cortnee scored the penalty that meant you and your teammates were in your first ever world cup semi-final. and to do so in front of a home crowd was truly magical.

when you found out that you’d be going up against your girlfriend, your heart did sink a little. leah was extremely competitive and patriotic, her love for her country ever present on the pitch.

you were well aware of england’s winning streak but you had beaten them before and you were damn sure that you could do it again.

ᡣ𐭩

the game was incredibly physical, both teams desperate for the win, but the goals remained level. it was 2-2 and time was running out. you knew what you had to do.

despite the burning ache in your legs, you ran down the pitch like your life depended on it, catching the pass from sam and hammering the ball into the back of the net.

the roar of the fans was deafening as you celebrated with your teammates. sure, the final whistle hadn’t been blown but you knew it was a done deal for your team.

so when the whistle did blow and the arena exploded, you could only watch with pride as the australia sub bench flooded onto the pitch. your teammates were crying, hugging, and congratulating the goalscorers.

you felt someone jump onto your back and you both toppled to the ground. steph helped you up and hugged you tightly, whispering how proud of you she was.

“you should go see her.” she whispered, pointing behind you.

you stared at your club and country teammate in confusion, feeling your heartbreak when you finally followed her gaze.

leah lay on the floor being comforted by keira and georgia, who looked just as devastated.

that’s when the crushing realisation really hit you.

whilst you’d achieved your dreams, you had crushed theirs. you’d crushed leah’s.

without a second thought, you rushed over. keira and georgia hugged you and you told them that you were proud of them and that they should be proud of themselves.

georgia patted your shoulder and then you were alone with your heartbroken girlfriend. you kneeled next to leah, gently placing your hand on her arm.

“leah.” you said softly, making her lift her head.

you weren’t too sure what her reaction was going to be. maybe she’d ignore you, maybe she’d tell you to fuck off before finding comfort in her own teammates. maybe she’d never talk to you again.

one thing was for sure, you did not expect her to throw herself into your arms and sob into your chest. you wrapped your arms around her, holding her shaking body as tight as you possibly could.

“oh, leah, i’m so sorry,” you whispered, rubbing her back and kissing her head. “i’m so proud of you and you should be so so proud of yourself. you have been incredible this entire tournament so have your girls, and that’s all down to you. you captained your team to the semi-finals, baby. that is an extraordinary achievement.”

you held her until she made the move to pull away and even then, you watched her like a hawk. reaching out, you wiped the tears from her eyes, desperately blinking your own away.

she glanced behind you and you knew what she was looking at but that didn’t matter. all that mattered was her.

“i love you.” you spoke before she could.

“i love you too.” she repsonded, her voice still shaky.

“you’ll bounce back,” you placed your hand over hers and squeezed. “you’re leah williamson. the best captain england has ever had. most importantly, you’re my girlfriend, and she is beautiful, she’s strong, she’s—“

“—this close to punching you in the face.” leah held her fingers close together but you could see the smile tugging on her lips.

“aw, you love me too much to do that,” you grinned, yelping as she gently punched you in the arm. “what the hell?”

leah was laughing and you’d never been so thankful to hear it.

you stood up and helped her up, pulling her into a quick hug before asking her to swap shirts. she did it happily and kissed your cheek, murmuring a quiet ‘i love you’ before heading towards her teammates.

you smiled and made your way to your own teammates, wearing your williamson shirt with pride.

#leah williamson #leah williamson imagine #leah williamson x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso fanfics

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adascore · 4 months

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CAPTAIN OBVIOUS

pairings: lionesses x lioness!reader

warnings: sarina scaring the hell out of us. fluff.

author’s note: I know this isn’t how captaincy is announced, but all of this is fictional anyway so it doesn’t even matter :)

masterlist

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''Is everyone in?'' Sarina asked, scanning the room to ensure the complete attendance of the squad and necessary staff.

A few heads nodded at the manager. ''Good.'' The Dutchwoman concluded.

''Before we talk about the upcoming game against North Macedonia, I would like to say something else.'' Sarina began the team meeting, her gaze lingering on Y/N.

The player curiously turned her head to Mary, who was sitting next to her. The goalkeeper merely shrugged in response.

''I didn't want to do it like this, but I think this is the only way to get my message across… Y/N, can you please come stand next to me?'' Sarina's invitation sounded more like a demand, leaving the striker slightly confused at the stern tone.

Y/N hesitated for a moment but stood up, making her way to the front of the room as requested by Sarina.

Glancing at her teammates, she found it challenging to read their expressions. Some were nervously biting their nails, while others were avoiding eye contact altogether.

Strange, the striker thought.

Sarina maintained her serious tone, making Y/N's heart race with anticipation. ''We have noticed some issues lately…'' The room fell silent, everyone's eyes fixed on the player, who was growing more bewildered and scared by the second. She tried to recall any recent incidents that might have triggered this discussion.

''The communication on the pitch, the communication off the pitch, the passes, the attacks… it is all anyone has been talking about on this team.'' The coach's vague explanation was making her worried, because it implied people had been speaking about her to Sarina.

''It forced us to reassess your position in this team.'' The Dutchwoman continued, maintaining her stoic stone.

It was a difficult task to make the Lyon captain nervous, but Sarina was doing an amazing job so far. ''My… position… on the team?'' Y/N spoke slowly, not quite knowing what to make of all of this.

''Yes, we're sorry to tell you this,'' she turned towards Arjan, their assistant coach, who handed her something the player wasn't able to see, ''but you are our new, official captain.'' Sarina's expression did a complete 180, a big grin on her face.

The room erupted into cheers, her teammates bursting out laughing at the player staring at their coach in stunned disbelief.

''Wait, what?'' Y/N mumbled as Sarina handed her the captain's band.

''Did you really think I was going to kick you off the team?'' The older woman exclaimed, surprised her player actually fell for it.

Y/N awkwardly chuckled. ''I mean- you sounded super serious! You should become an actress or something.''

''Congratulations, captain!'' Her team engulfed her in a group hug, feeling pats all over her head.

''I was wondering why none of you were looking at me.'' The newly appointed captain said, everything making sense now.

''I was having such a hard time,'' Ella sighed, before glancing over at Mary, ''you were awful!''

''What? Tooney!'' The goalkeeper exclaimed, clearly offended.

Alessia chimed in. ''You kept hiding your face cause you couldn't contain your smile.''

''I'm just happy for my friend!'' Mary defended herself, trapping Y/N in her arms.

Some of the girls made ‘Awh'-noises, dramatically swooning over the striker-goalkeeper duo.

''Took you long enough to figure it out.'' Mary teased, a mischievous grin playing on her lips.

Y/N scoffed, slightly offended. ''How was I supposed to know?''

''I'm roomies with the captain.'' Alex proudly stated, her eyes sparkled with pride as she side hugged her roommate.

''That's not fair! Alex already has an advantage over everyone!'' Georgia interjected, loudly.

Y/N frowned. ''I've been captain for like 2 seconds, what are you talking about, G?'' She chuckled, befuddled by everyone's enthusiasm.

''You'll understand what I mean when she's suddenly being a lot nicer to you.'' Georgia explained, making wary eyes at the blond defender.

Lucy approached her and grabbed the captain's band from her hand. ''Come on, put it on.'' She held it open for her so Y/N could easily slide her arm through.

As soon as it was tightly attached to her arm, the entire room broke into cheers again.

''You wear it well, Skipper.'' Lucy teased with a playful grin.

She felt someone hugging her from behind. ''Congratulations, darling.''

''Thanks, Jill.'' The new captain smiled, glad her older teammate was happy for her.

Girls like Jill, Ellen, Alex, Lucy and Jordan had been there since she first joined the England team- it was a special moment for them as well to see their younger teammate take over the reins of the team.

''Congrats, sweetheart. You deserve this so much.'' Ellen embraced her, her fellow striker grinning from ear to ear.

''Thanks, El.''

''Speech! Speech! Speech!'' A couple of the girls (Ella, Georgia, Keira and Leah, to be specific) started chanting.

Y/N chuckled at the impromptu request for a speech, feeling the weight of the moment. She raised her hands, signaling for a moment of quiet amidst the cheers.

''Okay, okay!'' She began, a genuine smile on her lips. ''First of all, I want to thank Sarina, and whoever decided this, for giving me this huge honour, and for trusting me to lead this incredible team. I know to some people it's just a band, but I do feel a responsibility to lead by example and for me this means so much more.''

She paused, letting her words sink in. ''I joined this team when I was 18 years-old, and I've experienced so much already. I just want to thank all of you, and also the teammates that aren't here today, for making this such a beautiful group of people and for making this genuinely fun to do. I'm lucky to have you guys as my teammates.''

Her gaze swept across the faces of her teammates, feeling herself getting emotional. ''I will continue to do my best. This isn't just about me, it's about all of us. We're here to support one another and to enjoy all of this together.''

''I'm looking forward to the rest of the year, and it might be to early to say this, but fuck it,'' she chuckled, resulting in laughter from the entire room, ''this summer is ours!''

The meeting room echoed with applause, and somehow she ended up in the middle of a group hug.

Sarina and Arjan watched on as their team celebrated together, content smiled on their faces.

''This is the team.'' He told his boss, a confident tone.

The Dutchwoman nodded. ''This is the team.''

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harrysfolklore · 8 months

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Do you think we can get an Insta blurb with face claim as Georgia Fowler? Idk she’s just sooo pretty!

tysm for the request! i hope you like this 💕

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

2015

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yourinstagram Good morning sunshines ☀️

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ynfan1 STUNNING

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harryupdates Harry liked this post !

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harryupdates Harry on model YN’s snapchat story !

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harryfan1 OH GOOOODDD

ynfan1 omfg they’re dating

harryfan2 idk how to feel

harryfan3 he looks so cuddly

2016

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harryupdates Harry and YN in St Barts today 😬

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harryfan1 oh lord

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ynfan2 CUTIES

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harrystyles Happy New Year x

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2020

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ynfan2 and some harry fans swore they wouldn’t last

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2021

FANS VIA TWITTER

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yourinstagram It’s been hard to keep this one quiet, but now it’s pretty hard to hide. Harry and I couldn’t be happier to share our exciting news with you. We cannot wait to meet you little one and begin our next chapter together. The best is yet to come 🤍

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harrystyles Final month. We can’t wait to meet you, baby x

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harrystyles Faye Anne Styles. Welcome to the world, baby x

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2023

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theharrytea IS THIS ABOUT HARRY AND YN????

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She’s so loved | Beth Mead

"Babe, hurry up, we've got to go." Beth shouted up to you just as you were about to come down the stairs.

You and Beth were part of the england squad for the first time in a year.

Unlike Beth, you weren't out because you had an injury.

You had been out because you had welcomed yours and Beths baby girl.

She was the best thing in your lives, she made you both the happiest you could be.

You had fallen pregnant the same time Beth did her ACL.

As much sympathy you felt for Beth, she found a ray of light within all the darkness.

She got to spend the last bit of time with June, before she passed, and she got to look after you whilst you carried your little girl.

The day she was born, was the best day of your lives.

You will always remember the moment she was passed into your arms.

You looked up at Beth, who had tears rolling down her face, before looking down at the perfect baby girl that you had both created.

You looked down at your baby, Ada June Mead.

"I'm here. This little one didn't want to get changed and threw a mini temper tantrum." You explained to your wife, rushing down the stairs, as she looked down at Ada in your arms. She was smiling away at seeing her mummy.

"Hi there princess, why were you naughty for your mama?" Beth cooed, gently tickling Ada which was met with small giggle.

"Right, is everything packed?" You asked Beth as she counted the suitcases.

Although you'd only be gone for a week, you had a three month old baby who goes through a lot of clothes.

"Everything's here. Time for England camp." A smile appeared on Beth's face and she took your hand in hers as you walked out the door.

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The moment was finally here. You and Beth got to step onto the field wearing your England kits.

You both had worked so hard, especially Beth with her Rehab, to get to this moment.

To step onto a sold out Wembley, with your wife, and your baby girl watching, was a dream come true.

At half time, you and Beth were both subbed on.

You ran onto the pitch, getting into position before the match restarted.

You were down 2-0, but you knew that after the talks at half time, it wouldn't stay that way.

As a striker, you felt like it was your job to score, to get on the score sheet, or at least to help score.

When Georgia scored the first goal, hope spread through your body.

There was no time to celebrate the goal, you had to get another goal.

And that's exactly what the team did.

Just a minute later, Lauren Hemp had scored an equaliser.

The game continued after a quick reset, and at the 90' mark, it was announced there would be an extra 5 minutes.

Both teams had shown that they wanted a winner, but you especially.

You were desperate to get on the ball, trying to get it anywhere on the pitch.

Just one minute after the announcement, Beth had crossed the ball into the box.

Desperately, you ran to receive it and without taking a touch, you nutmegged the keeper and the net swished as the ball made contact with it.

You went running to the corner, the corner you knew Ada and your family was, rocking an imaginary baby in your arms.

Beth ran up behind you, enveloping you in a tight hug before kissing your cheek.

Your teammates surrounded you, hugging and congratulating you on your first goal being back.

You ran back to your positions quickly, so the game could restart.

Four minutes later, the final whistle blew and you began shaking hands with the Dutch players.

Once You had, everyone gathered round and a team talk was done.

As you all separated your ways, doing a lap to thank the fans, you spotted your mum walking out of the tunnel with Ada's car seat in hand.

You jogged over to your mum, hugging her before crouching down to see a wide awake Ada.

After thanking your mum for looking after her, you picked Ada up and took her towards Beth and your other teammates.

"There's my princess." Beth cooed and rubbed Ada's tummy before gently taking her off you.

All your national teammates gathered round, awing at the sight of her in her small England kit, which proudly had Mead on the back.

You watched as Beth handed Ada to Alessia and she started to run towards you.

You opened your arms, and within seconds, Beth had jumped into them.

"I'm so proud of you, baby." She whispered in your ear as her head hurried itself in your neck.

"And I'm so proud of you. So, so proud. You've worked so hard to get to this moment." You told her, putting her back down and pressing a light kiss to her lips.

You felt like you were in a dream, until it was disrupted by Alessia and Lotte arguing.

"I'm her favourite." Alessia said to Lotte and Lotte sighed in response.

"No, I am. You love me more, don't you, Ada?" Lotte fired back, trying to take Ada from Alessia.

You simply rolled your eyes at the two of them before turning to face Beth.

The both of you fell into a pit of laughter before a comfortable silence fell over you.

You rubbed your thumb over Beth's hand as the two of you stared in awe at your daughter with all her aunties.

"She's so loved, isn't she?" You asked Beth, not taking your eye of the team.

"So loved."

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sc0tters · 9 months

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Save a Horse | Ethan Edwards

summary: as the bombshell of Umich, you set your sights on Ethan and don’t give up, not without a fight.

song: Cowgirls - Morgan Wallen

request: yes/no

warnings: underaged drinking, allusions to sex but nothing explicit.

word count: 1.58k

authors note: this has me thinking that a part two should be in order. Don’t usually write with such a boss reader but literally loved it. This thing took me much longer than I want to admit but I wanted the first piece since we hit 500 followers to be perfect! If you want to check out the rest of the celly you can do so here!

You surely knew what you were doing right?

The way you looked tonight in your little costume as you danced with your friends, the way your laugh lit up the room as one of the seniors tried their luck with you. The way your nose did that little scrunching thing that it does whenever you get excited that makes Ethan absolutely weak in the knees.

It should have been torture, the way your eyes lingered over Ethan throughout the night when you’d bite your lip and tilt your hat in his direction.

But the boy remained where he always was as his doubts clouded his mind, you were a total bombshell and you knew it. As a result of that though it meant you had been through the experience of sleeping with some of the hottest guys on campus. Because when you look the way you do and have no desire for a relationship, you’ll have men falling at your feet as they fight to the death to be the one in your bed.

Ethan had started to like you in freshman year, you were a sophomore and at some party when the Canadian spilt his drink on your white shirt and has he begun to panic when your black bra became obvious under the wet fabric. He thought you were going to kill him but instead you flashed him a smile and let your southern charm do it’s thing “don’t worry about it darling.” You sent him a wink as you squeezed his shoulder.

All of his friends had watched the interaction in shock as you sent those boys a salute before you walked off. The sight was amusing as all of the freshman hockey players had their mouths open as their jaws were practically on the floor.

A year on and his feelings for you didn’t let up, during hockey season when you’d see him and congratulate him for the teams wins he swore he might as well have not spoken English because you left him speechless.

You watched hockey? You watched him play? You, the absolute babe watched Ethan?

Was all that could go through his mind.

“You better not screw him over peach,” Owen sighed as he connected to the FaceTime call with you.

Owen quickly became your college bestie when you two had three classes together in freshman year. Sure Owen loved you but he also knew that Ethan’s heart wouldn’t handle it if you did what you always did.

A scoff left your lips “I’m going to his hockey game, not his wedding.” You pointed out as you continued to line your lips.

The hockey player smiled as you said that “wedding, aeh? That’s a little bit early even for you to be thinking about that.” He teased causing you to roll your eyes “now do I look cute or what?” You asked as you flipped the camera off “so sweet peach!” When Owen learnt you were from Georgia that became your nickname, why was only an answer that he knew and refused to tell you.

Ethan almost died when he saw you after game in that 73 jersey, sure he gave it to you in the hopes that you’d wear it but he never actually thought you would be in that yellow jersey and look happy about it “you played well today darling!” You cooed as you pulled him into a hug.

You might have treated Ethan like he was one of your friends, which he still didn’t know how he got himself into that position. But you wanted more from him, all of your advances seemed to either fall on deaf ears or you were starting to think he wasn’t interested in you.

Sure the chase was fun but when you don’t come back with a sliver of success after months of trying, it begins to grow boring. Which was why you had been cold to Ethan this past week. For the first time in years you were feeling stupid about a boy, something about him made you feel ready to change your normal ways and swap them in for something more stable but here he was not interested.

So as you were close to the end of winning another beer pong game Ethan couldn’t help but watch as Nick stood by your side pretending to coach you through the game. When your ball went into another cup “let’s go!” The boy cheered as he placed his hands on your shoulders.

The Canadian grew jealous as he thought about you replacing him with Nick, maybe the senior was the man who you were now talking to.

Despite the fact that you were the only thing that went through his mind. He thought you were interested in him, nobody seemed to captivate your attention in the way that he did. Yet the thing that caused his hesitation was the fact that you never stayed with a person for long once you got their attention.

You pouted your lips as you locked eyes with Ethan. His Scooby Doo jumpsuit made him feel stupid as you looked like a sight for sore eyes with your denim corset and little matching mini skirt.

Somehow despite it all he was all you wanted “I’ll be back,” you mumbled to Nick as you won the game letting yourself take a celebratory shot of vodka.

The senior smirked as he saw what caught your eye “just behave,” he warned as you placed your hands on your hips “when don’t I?” You asked as you smiled.

Ethan watched as you sauntered over to his side “I like this outfit,” you confessed as you toyed with the zipper.

It made him stutter “r-really?” His eyes went wide as he caught the sight of your breasts that were only hidden by the blue material.

You smirked as you pulled him into the kitchen with you “wanna do a shot with you,” you explained as here was your final idea to see if Ethan liked you or not.

This was the moment that if he was able to resist your advance then you’d accept your fate and lose him forever.

Members of the hockey team looked in awe as Ethan’s eyes never left your back, the way he followed you like a little lamb was something they would have teased him about if you weren’t, well you.

Ethan pulled out two shot glasses “you’re gonna drink this one,” he explained as he motioned to his favourite tequila.

You smiled as you twirled your hair through your fingers “I think you’re the one in charge now,” you mumbled as you took the cowboy hat off of your head as you placed it on his own.

He wanted to die as you let out that angelic little giggle “want to see you suck this baby,” you watched as he placed the lime on his lips letting it rest in his mouth.

You nodded as you grabbed the salt shaker from the table “gotta start it off right,” you pointed out as you forced his hand into a fist as you let the salt land on his fist.

Ethan’s breathing turned unstable as his eyes never left yours, not when you licked his hand, not as you took the shot and let your lips wrap around the glass like you would if it was his cock.

When the devilish smile formed on your face was when he finally let his eyes move, you stood on your tippy toes letting bite into the lime.

The sour taste poured into your mouth when you pulled away from him “did I do something wrong?” Ethan asked as he watched you grab the lime from his lips “thought about tasting something sweeter,” you explained as your fingers ran over the rim of your that was still on his head.

If it was the other way around you would have been pulling upstairs so that you could ride him like he was the last man you were ever going to sleep with. But since it wasn’t you tried to remain calm “think you should have worked harder for it cowgirl.” His voice was husky as he placed his hands on either side of you.

Your thighs clenched at the thought of what his fingers could do to you “been making me work for too long with no reward.” You mumbled as your lips turned into a pout.

Ethan smiled as he placed your hat back on your head “now you can really get what you want,” he ran his finger over your plump lower lip.

A groan left your lips as you didn’t know what to do “you’re a cruel man Edwards,” you grumbled as you furrowed your eyebrows “you want your reward?” He wanted to hear you beg.

To see the vulnerability that you had never shown before with anyone else “please,” you whimpered as his thumb massaged the bare skin between your skirt and your top.

The feeling caused you to gasp, it seemed like that was the moment Ethan’s self restraint was thrown out of the window as he let his lips rough up against your own mixing the taste of beer and the different liquors that you had been drinking.

His shorts grew tight as the smell of your perfume mixed with the feeling of your lips made him want to come “let’s move this to the bedroom,” he groaned as he let his lips hover over yours.

“Who’s the needy one now?”

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Long Live || leah williamson x reader

prompt: The journey of the Euros, Leah's ACL, and then returning.

warnings: mentions of injury, some instances of angst

“I said remember this moment. In the back of my mind. The time we stood with our shaking hands. The crowds in the stands went wild.”

All summer you had watched Leah and her England national teammates endlessly work for this opportunity, a chance to play in a Euro final and hopefully win the Euros on home soil. The tournament had begun swimmingly, solid wins against Austria, Norway, and Northern Ireland, ending the group perfect, with zero goals conceded. It was the perfect triumph heading into quarterfinals with Spain, a worthy competitor that brought a different style of play into the tournament. This would be the first time the England side would be thoroughly tested and you could only hope for the vital win.

The Spain match was certainly the most stressful thus far, it had you pacing back and forth praying to some sort of God to allow a miracle to happen and England to move forward. A goal slotted in the back of the net by Ester González sent you into a full-blown panic, but luckily Ella equalized near the end of regulation time to take the game to extra-time. A danger of a strike from Georgia sealed the 2-1 win for England to send them into the semifinals with Sweden.

Throughout the tournament, you were allotted minimal time with your girlfriend, between training and media duties, you had to rely on text messages and late-night facetime calls for communication. You even kept those to a minimum so that Leah’s main focus could be on leading England to a Euros final, especially because she was captaining the team. You vividly remember the night she had called you to let you know the news and your heart beamed for your lover every time she stepped on the pitch with the armband. The inability to not actually spend nearly enough time with Leah had been unfortunate for you, but you knew what this meant to her and you would do it every day over again if it meant that she could play to her very best. Later on you would find out that Leah had kept a very detailed journal of her days on camp, sharing every single memory and thought with you after the come down of the tournament when she returned home.

You could also tell just how the sport of women’s football was growing at each game, thousands of fans attended the matches, breaking records at each stadium. You even spotted several little girls and boys wearing your girlfriend’s kit, imaging one day your own kids wearing their mother’s number on their back. You swelled with pride at every match, seeing Leah’s passion for the game and her ability to lead her team, she and her team were finally getting the recognition they had worked so hard for and starting a new wave of young women playing football.

The next opponent, Sweden, brought one of the most historic goals with Alessia finding the back of the net with her backheel. A 4-0 win that sent England into the finals to face a powerful Germany team. You were overjoyed with happiness while you spent half the summer supporting your girlfriend at various stadiums across England and her dreams were so close you could taste it. At every single game, Leah would look up at her section and you would meet her with flashing eyes and a dimpled smile, you were always there and Leah loved every minute of it.

“I’m so proud of you baby! Onto the finals!” You congratulated her as she made long strides towards the section where you sat, hugging you desperately close. You mostly kept the interaction brief and short to allow her to visit with the several family members that had continuously showed up to support Leah.

She kept you close though, basking in your presence with an arm laced around your waist as she conversed with the people around you. You also spent some time congratulating different members of the England squad who you had come to know through Leah, ushering them well wishes and good luck’s as they passed by.

The Germany game brought you endless nervousness and stress, you desperately wanted your girlfriend to win, you saw all the hard work her and all her teammates had poured in and you wanted nothing more than them to be rewarding with a historic win. The first half ended goalless as you held close to Amanda, she had been by your side all tournament long and you both knew how desperately bad England and Leah wanted this win. Ella came on as a substitute and gave England the lead 1-0, but not long after, Germany unfortunately equalized, sending the match into extra time tied 1-1.

You hadn’t been able to sit the whole match, anxiously swaying back and forth as you watched. The next goal felt like it happened in slow motion, a corner kick by Lauren that bounced off of Lucy and luckily entered the patch of Chloe who nearly sealed the Euros win with an incredible goal. An all-around effort of time wasting and the final whistle blew, ‘England are European champions’ rang throughout a nearly sold-out Wembley stadium as the crowd erupted in cheers.

You jumped up and down while embracing several of Leah’s various family members into hugs, cheering amongst yourselves as you celebrated. England had done it and you were ecstatic for your girlfriend. Once finished with mandatory media duties and celebrating with her teammates, she made her way towards you.

“You’ve earned this love, Leah Williamson European champion!” You exclaimed with tears in your eyes as the confetti fell. “I am so, so proud of you. I’m speechless right now, just so happy baby. You did it!”

“I couldn’t have done it without your support.” She happily expressed, lifting you up while swinging you around as your fingers threaded through her hair, a wide smile cemented on your faces. You met her lips with a bruising kiss, thinking back to all the lonely nights in bed without your lover, remembering all the sacrifices she had made to make it to this moment made this moment all the more sweeter. Your childhood neighbor turned best friend and then eventually lover from Milton Keynes had led her country to a European championship and you couldn’t be happier.

To this day, watching her raise the trophy with her team had been one of your favorite memories, also the copious amount of partying and celebrating that ensued after the finals into the early hours of the next morning.

“You held your head like a hero.”

April 19th will always be a date forever engrained into your mind. A matchup between Manchester United and Arsenal at Leighs Sports Village where Arsenal looked to avenge a 2-3 loss to the Manchester side at the Emirates in the beginning half of the season, fighting to stay in the top of the WSL standings.

You’d woken up early this matchday, looking at the alarm clock that read a few minutes after 8 A.M. in red numbers. Stretching out your limbs and rolling over to your lover who lied in a deep sleep, her chest rising and falling slowly. She looked peaceful and you decided you would let her rest a little longer, knowing that waking a sleeping Leah too early resulted in a grumpy Leah, and you undeniably knew that Leah would snooze her alarm a few times before actually getting up anyways.

You took the time to properly make Leah a sufficient breakfast that included necessary carbs and protein to fuel the athlete, knowing the defender’s usual ham sandwich pregame meal would not be efficient enough for her to play to her best potential no matter how many times you had told her. You’d checked her kit bag twice to make sure she had everything she needed and even added a little post-it note that told her how much you loved her and wished her a good game, placing it in her left boot so she could find it right before the match.

“Good morning super star, ready for today?” You asked the blonde when she came shuffling into the kitchen a half an hour later, rubbing her tired eyes and still dressed in her pajamas. Meeting her upon her entrance in a warm embrace before you ushered her towards the kitchen table to eat her meal while you finished up making yourself a coffee. Manchester United always gave a valent effort, especially when they played against the Arsenal red, but you had little to no doubt that Leah and her squad could pull out an important win.

“Ready as ever, I feel good,” she told you in between bites. “You’ll be there right? I need my good luck charm in attendance.”

“Of course I will baby, wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You told her as you joined her at the table, a large grin plastered across the defender’s face. “But you really need to hurry, you have to leave in 20 minutes.”

“20 minutes?” the blonde questioned, glancing down at her watch to check the time which indicated she indeed need to put a pep in her step. “Where has the time gone? Thank you for breakfast baby.” Leah said placing her dishes in the sink and meeting you back at the table to pepper soft kisses on the side of your cheek.

“Leah, you hit the snooze button 4 times this morning and have the audacity to be shocked you’re running late? Honestly woman you surprise me every day.” You teased towards her as she ran to get dressed and do in her hair in the bedroom while you finished your breakfast at the table, mindlessly scrolling on your phone.

Several minutes later she waltzed out in the Arsenal sweatsuit combo with her sudoku book in hand and her iPad in the other. She met you at the door where you held her fully packed kit bag up for her as she sent you a thankful smile when you placed the bag on her shoulder. You carefully tucked a loose strand of her blonde hair behind her ear that had fallen out of her ponytail, secretly chuckling to yourself at the endless hours you told Leah how much she would regret getting a fringe after the photoshoot was over.

“Love you baby, play well today. Score a goal for me, yeah?” You whispered in her ear, throwing your arms around her neck, hugging her close before pulling her in for a passionate kiss, only forcing yourself to separate when you remembered Leah needed to be leaving or she would miss the bus.

Leah opened the door before turning back towards you, “Just one more hug before I leave? Please?” your girlfriend begged and who were you to deny her, pulling her in for another warm, tight embrace.

“Now go Williamson or you’re going to be late.” You told her, practically having to shove the blonde out the door and closing it quickly behind you to avoid her forming some sort of wild excuse for another hug or kiss. You quickly finished up cleaning the last reminiscent of breakfast before getting ready for the match yourself, throwing on your ‘Williamson 6’ kit and getting into your car to drive to the stadium.

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The stadium was rambunctious, fans filling nearly every inch, excited to watch the next 90 minutes of football between two talented sides. You watched during warmups as Leah carefully scanned the crowd for her section of family and friends, sending her a wave and a smile when your eyes finally met hers as she returned the actions. Soon enough, warmups had ended, and the match was set to begin and you were on the edge of your seat, knees bobbing up and down until the whistle blew. Leah had already sent you a text that she found your little not, accompanying the message with a smile selfie holding the post-it.

Watching Leah play the sport she loved was something you would never take for granted, especially after this game.

It all happened so fast, one second Leah was on her feet and the next, she wasn’t. It was normal for Leah to play aggressively, using her body in ways to excel her game, not wanting to potentially give up anything to the opposition. It was a move she had done countless of times in training and on the pitch, so you expected her to bounce back up quickly and continue on. But she didn’t get up.

Looking down as your girlfriend lay face down on the pitch pounding her hand on the pitch in pain broke your heart in indescribable ways. Each second that passed that Leah did not get up sent a dagger farther and farther into your chest, wanting nothing more than to run onto the pitch and console your girlfriend. You were sure you hadn’t let out a single breath since she went down and it felt like every Arsenal fan, player, and coach also held their breath, they’d seen the injury with Beth, and then with Viv, and now they might have just witnessed another, the dreaded three letter word. The stadium fell eerily silent, everyone unsure of what to say or do next while the medics attended to your wincing lover, and it cut directly right through you.

You found yourself murmuring, “Get up Leah. Please, just get up baby. Please be okay,” as you watched from your seat, heartbroken with shaking legs and red rimmed eyes.

The images of your tear-stained girlfriend limping off the pitch haunted your eyes every time you closed them as you tried to regain your composure throughout the rest of the first half. You wanted to run back towards the changing rooms and demand someone to tell you what was going on, but it would do no good, Leah was with exactly who she needed to be with in this moment but that didn’t necessarily make you feel any better. Sat in the stands you thought about the next leg of the Champion League that she could possibly miss, or the World Cup that was set to happen in the summer, but you forced those thoughts out of your mind, reframing your brain into thinking that Leah would be okay, and it was a minor injury, nothing to worry or fret over. She would be okay, she had to be okay.

An Arsenal staff member had come and found you not long after the halftime whistle blew, he didn’t say much, just a request to follow him. He led you through the underbelly of the stadium and into the physio room where you saw the most gut-wrenching sight. Your girlfriend lied on the cushioned physio table as various trainers examined her knee, her baby blue no longer shed tears and her agonizing demeanor that she showed on the pitch was gone. Instead she lied in a catatonic state while everything happened around her, until she saw you enter.

You step forward towards her, meeting her at her side at the table, still unsure of what the diagnosis was. Your hands interlaced with hers immediately, brushing your thumb back and forth over your lover’s knuckles. She tilted her face to you and uttered the most gut-wrenching letters.

“ACL.” She said monotoned with a tightened jaw and thin lips. You knew she would still need a scan to properly confirm the diagnosis but the instant flash of pain that quickly subsided and the pop of the knee that she described to you after undoubtedly pointed to the tore muscle.

“Oh baby.” Your heart raced wildly. “I’m so sorry.” Releasing a shaky breath that you weren’t aware you were holding in. You don’t really know what to do, you open your mouth to say something, anything, but nothing comes out.

“Oh love, I wish I could take away all the pain from you.” You told her in a whispered hush just loud enough for her to hear. They were the only words that felt right in the situation as the trainers around the two of you talked among themselves on how to proceed next.

Leah wanted to leave as soon as the physios allowed her to, you assisted in getting her to your car that you had driven to the stadium while the Arsenal staff collected her belongings and brought them to you. You sent them a quick thanks and drove home as quickly as you could. This was all new uncharted territory, Leah had never been injured for a potential prolonged time like an ACL injury would have her sidelined and not being an athlete yourself, you couldn’t exactly understand what was going on in your lover’s mind.

The days before her scan were hard, Leah still didn’t say much, keeping to herself in your shared bed a majority of the time, but each night when she believed you were asleep, she would cry with sobs that wracked through her body and sent overwhelming pain and hurt through yours.

A doctor’s appointment and an MRI scan that you accompanied Leah to confirmed the dreaded injury. The medical team discussed the next steps to Leah and yourself about surgery and rehab treatments and after what left like hours, you were finally able to take Leah home.

In bed later that night, Leah worked tirelessly trying to type up a statement to say to her social media to let her fans know what was going on, but with each sentence she typed, she would quickly delete it, leaving her with a blank note once again. The two of you hadn’t really talked about the extent of the injury and what it means for the two of you just yet, again, it was all uncharted territory, and you didn’t want to say the wrong thing and make her more upset than she already was. She’d finally come up with the right words she was looking for and sent out the message, promptly closing her phone and setting it on the bedside table after.

You set down the book that you had been reading right before bed and turned to your girlfriend’s sad eyes.

“Oh my sweet, sweet Leah.” You cooed, pulling her into your arms, gently tilting her chin to look into her eyes before saying, “You know you don’t have to do this alone, because I care about you, okay? And I will be here every step of the way.”

“Please, just hold me.” She cried, and that is what you did, clutching onto her body with a strong hold, rubbing circles into her back as she sobbed into your arms until she eventually tired herself out and fell asleep.

“Of all the years that we stood there on the sidelines. Wishing for right now.”

Driving Leah to the hospital on the day of her operation was when the injury really felt real, up to this point the whole situation had felt like a bad dream, hoping to wake up and Leah would be perfectly fine, but that never happened. You tried your best to keep spirits high in the operation room and distract Leah the best you could by remembering to grab her sudoku book before leaving the house and making Leah pose in her oversized hospital gown for a picture. You told her every positive affirmation you could possibly think of as they wheeled her out of the room, clutching her hand until the last very second she wasn’t in reach, and then you waited, waited for what felt like years.

You’d already taken the time to text Beth and Viv separately to discuss in what ways you could best aid Leah during this journey, talking about what worked and what didn’t work. Several of the Arsenal girls had sent their well wishes to you for Leah, knowing by now she was already in surgery, you sent them a quick thank you message and promised to text as soon as she was out. You also already had the house set up to assist in rehab, purchasing the ice machine that Beth had raved about and miscellaneous things that you had bought online after reading about the best rehab techniques for ACL injuries.

Leah’s rehab was filled with the highest highs and the lowest of lows, but nonetheless, you were right by her side through every step, even when she didn’t want you to be. The first few weeks right after surgery were probably the worst part of her rehab and you could tell the toll it was taking on the defender as she would lash out at you over the simplest of things, quickly apologizing after she realized her negative outburst.

Leah had to physically relearn how to walk and relearn how to use the weak muscle and she felt herself doubting her body’s ability to measure up to what she was before the injury. She spent long days at the Arsenal facility, focusing on her rehab to the point where it was all she thought about, every move she made was to increase her ability to get back on the pitch.

You tried to coax Leah into confiding in you for how she was feeling but most nights it turned into an argument where Leah claimed she didn’t want to talk about it and that she was fine. You knew how badly she wanted to just play football, especially when she had to resort to watching the Champions league matches from the couch with her knee propped up with a few pillows.

“You don’t have to be so stoic all the time Leah, crying isn’t a sign of weakness, you know. You can’t just keep it all bottled up. You have to let it all out of you, otherwise you’ll just explode.” You told her as you watched the match, watching as Leah’s lip trembled a bit as she watched what was supposed to be her on the pitch.

“I’ll never be that me again, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. I don’t know who I am anymore without football.” She said, her eyes never left the television but you could tell the tears threatened to fall.

“You’re still you Leah, the same Leah who leads Arsenal’s defense, the same Leah who led England to a European championship, you just have a new ACL love.” Leah curled more into you, placing her head in your lap while you ran your fingers through her blonde hair.

“I am so very in love with you, thank you for everything, I know I haven’t been the best girlfriend recently but you are my everything.”

“Oh Leah, my sweet, sweet Leah, you are nothing but perfect, sure the journey has not been ideal but I’ve loved you since the moment I first laid my eyes on you and an ACL injury doesn’t change anything about how I feel about you. I just need you to let me in, talk to me about what is going on in that pretty little head of yours, okay?” You bent your head down to place a soft kiss on her cheek, and you felt Leah give a small nod in your lap.

Watching the World Cup from your shared home also felt like a punch to heart, knowing that if this injury hadn’t occurred, Leah would be there and you would too. The Australian times meant waking up early, most days you were up before the sun, but Leah woke up every match day and watched as her team continued to win throughout the major tournament. When England made the finals, you knew Leah needed to be there and she knew too, next thing you knew you were on the long flight over. The loss in the finals was hard but there was so much to be proud of and you knew the England girls found comfort in having Leah in attendance.

The second half of Leah’s rehab was much better, especially after the conversation you had as Leah now let you in, told you how she was feeling through every high and low of recovery. Once Leah was able to get back into the gym and very light football trainings, her spirits were lifted dramatically, she was closing in on her return to the pitch.

Throughout recovery, Leah did several media outings, finally getting the time to attend the events and let herself really enjoy having a break from football, trying to look at the positives in the situation. You accompanied her to nearly all the events and took the time to thoroughly enjoy just being a couple, relinquishing in the time allotted allowed to just be with Leah.

“Hold on to spinning around. Confetti falls to the ground. May these memories break our fall.”

With every month that passed since Leah’s injury, you knew she was getting closer and closer to stepping back on the pitch. She had now joined in on full training and was looking very solid. You thought back to all the tribulations Leah had overcame to get to this very moment, all the nights she sobbed in your arms and wished everything had gone down differently, all the days she spent cooped up inside doing her various stretches and rewatching her previous matches.

All of the members of the Arsenal physio staff had worked diligently to get Leah ready to return, they had done well in their efforts when Beth and Viv returned and you were sure they knew when Leah was ready, on account that Leah herself was ready to return.

You sat on the couch after returning home from work, searching through the television channels to find something on that was worthwhile that wasn’t some trashy reality show. A click of your front door and your girlfriend practically ran into the living room, jumping on top of you on the couch, screaming words you couldn’t exactly catch because she was speaking so quickly.

“Lee slow down. What happened?” You asked, pushing the heavy blonde off of you and throwing her to the side of the couch, chucking a small pillow at her as she made a loud huff when you forced her off you.

“It’s happening baby. They said I can come on during the Reading game, most likely in the second half” the blonde exclaimed from the top of her lungs, standing nearly bouncing off the couch with energy.

“This is everything you’ve been working towards baby, all your hard work has paid off. I’m so proud of you baby. You’ve earned this moment.”

You couldn’t help but jump up and down at the news, you were really the only person who was able to see every up and down of Leah’s rehab journey and you had stuck by her side every step of the way.

The League Cup against Reading couldn’t have been better, the Arsenal were up 4-0 when Leah came off the bench in the final half hour to replace Jen. The crowd roared like never before when Leah began warming up and erupted when she was finally subbed on.

To make the moment even sweeter, Leah went on to provide an assist to Beth near the 80th minute to make it 5-0. You held your breath each time she moved on the pitch, the images of her injury replayed in your mind over and over, but each time Leah moved and dribbled around, she proved that she was fit to come back and be an even better player than before. The game ended with a win and you couldn’t help but run towards the pitch as soon as the final whistle blew and Leah found you immediately.

You give in to the magnetic pull between the two of you, wrapping your arms around the back of her waist and pulling her against you, your lips crashing into hers. Your heads twist and tilt and readjust clumsily. You breath hard against her sweaty, salty skin as she drags her fingers down your jaw and off the end of your chin over and over, trying to pull you impossibly closer.

“Oh my Leah, you’ve really outdone yourself. I am so deeply proud of you.” You told her once the two of you separated, wiping the small tears that feel from her eyes.

It was nearly almost an exact year from the date the Leah tore her ACL that she made her return to Wembley for the England squad and you couldn’t be pleased with your lover.

“If you have children someday. When they point to the pictures. Please tell them my name.”

Several years down the road, you were sat with your wife and two daughters at the kitchen table looking over various scrapbooks and photo collections just reminiscing.

“When did mama get hurt?” Your eldest daughter, Emily, asked, pointing to a photo that you had taken of Leah in her oversized hospital gown right before her ACL surgery.

“I hurt my knee in a match and I had to get surgery to fix it.” Your wife told her.

“Was it scary?”

“It was a little bit scary, but I had mommy by my side and all your aunts at Arsenal to help me through it.” She explained, wrapping her arm around your waist and pulling you closer to her chair and giving you a small kiss on the cheek.

“This is the picture when mommy was able to play again. She was out for nearly 9 months.” You told her, shifting the photobook to the next page that had all the pictures you’d taken during the Reading match.

“9 months? That is like a million years.” Your youngest daughter piped in.

“It sort of felt like a million years some days.” Leah said looking down at her watch, “Okay girls, bedtime, remember we have to wake up early for Emily’s match.”

You gave each of your daughters a tight hug and kiss while wishing them a good night’s sleep and making sure to tell Leah no funny business, she had a habit of letting the girl’s convince her into reading more than one bedtime story.

While Leah put the girls to bed, you made sure to pack Emily’s kit bag, packing tiny ham sandwiches cut into triangles into the bag, a habit that your wife instilled in your daughter before each match. When Leah returned to the kitchen, she pulled the post-it notes from the junk drawer and began writing a note to Emily, wishing her good luck and telling her how much the two of you loved her, a habit you had done with Leah before her games.

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Kinda hate how this turned out but it is finished nonetheless

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso one shot #woso fanfics #leah williamson x you #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine #leah williamson #woso #woso community #woso soccer

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tethered-heartstrings · 7 months

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people who entirely blame jack for what happened with will didn't watch the same show. as the audience, we see that will isn't sleeping, and that hannibal lied about his stability, and will's blackouts and sleepwalking. we are an outside observer privy to information other characters don't see. jack only knows what is told to him, he can't read minds. he can't know how bad will is doing if will doesn't tell him. he trusts will is a grown adult who will take care of himself. a socially and professionally trusted and admired medical professional tells jack that will is fine! what reason does jack have to not believe that will is capable to not only do his job but make the sound decision to stay or go. why is jack the bad guy here?

and regarding will getting arrested, ALL the evidence was against him. he had no memory and no alibi for the murders he was being convicted of. he was at sutcliffe's office when he was murdered, after hours, when no one else (supposedly) was there. he was the last person to see georgia alive. he knew he went to minnesota with abigail and came back without her, no memory of leaving but the hallucination of having killed her. he threw up her ear. flesh and bone and hair of every victim was woven into his lures, a hobby that everyone knew he had. what exactly was jack supposed to think? was he supposed to ignore evidence? it would be against all logic and common sense to just assume will was innocent. even will doubted his own innocence. ofc we, the audience, knew he wasn't guilty, but jack can't see what we see. he even risked his career, against his better judgment, to help will. he had no reason to, but he cares about will. he cares about him a lot, and a lot more than people give him credit for.

jack cared about will deeply, saw him as a friend, for the entire show. giving him the benefit of the doubt up until the very end. the confidence he has that will is a good and trustworthy person in the last episode gets him mocked for "not seeing will as he truly was" but when he assumes will is a killer in s1 people also get mad at him for not having *enough* confidence in will. which is it?

jack is a good agent, a good friend, and did what he could given the tools he had to do his job. he can't help people who refuse his help (aka will), he can only try so much.

and hannibal is a master manipulator. he played every single character on that show and had them convinced he was normal and safe, sometimes for years. every single person who outright blames jack for everything got as manipulated by hannibal as jack did! because hannibal planted distrust between will and jack, and with the audience and jack. if you think jack is the problem, congratulations, you got played by the villain of the show.

#jack crawford #will graham #hannibal lecter #hannibal #hannibal nbc #nbc hannibal #had this drafted since july lmao #the speaking clown #this is a pro jack blog #and before anyone makes acab jokes. maybe don't compare a fictional character to irl cops that systematically harm and kill innocent people #in real life and do so repeatedly and brutally and get away with it on paid leave #the scene where freddie lounds gets roughly handcuffed and mandhandled IS inappropriate but DOES NOT compare to #the heinous acts of real life cops

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i’m proud. | Sydney Lohmann

category: fluff.

summary: where you and your girlfriend have to go up against each other in the euros final not knowing how either of you will react to the final result.

word count: 4.5k.

a/n: my first fic, it’s been a while since i last wrote anything, so, heads up i may be rusty.

Euro 2022, the summer of pure success for the lionesses. Not losing a single game in any of their runs, they were in it to win it on home soil.

Cruising through the tournament, you didn’t once stop to realise that you could face your lover in the final. The overwhelming pleasure of striking a ball in the back of the net in front of tens of thousands of people, didn’t once make you come to terms with the situation.

Of course you didn’t forget about Sydney, face timing every night, not before pushing an annoyed Georgia Stanway out into the hallway to get a private moment with her.

Every time her face popped onto the screen after a few seconds, all and every part of your conversation didn’t mention the topic of football or the pressure of getting to the designated final. Just ‘I miss you’ and ‘i love you’ s were said and the mentioning of plans for your awaiting holiday to ibiza you had booked with some of your Bayern teammates.

After winning the semi final against the swedes, with a cheeky 4-0, is only when you come to realise the possible line up for the final.

After scoring two of the goals against Sweden, you were the top candidate to do the after match press. So, in which, you were pulled away to do so after congratulating the other team on their somewhat successful tournament.

“Y/N, congratulations on securing England a place in the final of the Euro 2022 tournament on home soil. How does it feel?” The interviewer asks, eagerly holding up a microphone for you to take hold of.

“I can’t even begin to imagine, this is what me and the team have always wanted. I can’t even describe the feeling, I feel the need to win the trophy!” You gasped, trying to catch your breath and overcome the immense feeling in your chest.

“Aha, so, you winning this game has concluded us with the final of England v either Germany or France. Which team do you think will head through tomorrow and would you rather fight for the cup?”

Your heart stopped for a second, completely forgetting the countries included in the other segment.

“Erm, well… i know, for sure, that both teams have had a good run thus far. I have different opinions on both, to be fair, if i had to choose… i wouldn’t choose either but whatever comes for us we’ll attack from point forward.” You looked down while answering that question, the intensity of your mood to celebrate almost halving.

“I have 100% confidence in this lionesses squad and i definitely can tell you that we are the best chance England has to winning something, we’ll give it our all, Germany or France.” You nodded, regaining your composure.

“Thank you Y/N, and congrats again we’ll see you at wembley!” The brunette lady smiled at you, taking back the microphone she previously gave you.

“Thank you.”

With one last final smile, you hastily walked back to the changing room waving at some of the remaining fans while doing so.

“There she is, our star player of the match! What took you so long?” A slightly intoxicated Ella Toone shouted across the changing room of Bramall Lane.

You didn’t reply, simply sitting in your cubby, yanking off your boots and stripping off the sweaty gear you still had on. You blocked out the terrible singing coming from your teammates and focused on what you were doing, grabbing your wash bag and wrapping your towel around you to head to the showers.

Before you could do so, Leah had grabbed your arm.

“Is everything okay? Did the media say something?” She looked concerned, a slight frown appearing on her face.

“No, no nothing bad. Just… a bit overwhelmed is all.”

“I know it’s a lot, being so young in a massive tournament with a lot of newfound pressure… but trust me, your acing it so far. Look at where we are, the final baby!” She exclaimed with a passionate smile on her face, her eyes glistening over. You took notice to the fact that she must have been crying earlier, the visible streaks still showing.

You gave her a reassuring smile, but don’t say anything.

“Hey, it’s not just that is it? Is it about, maybe, facing Germany in the final?”

You look up at her with a slight expression that revealed the answer.

“Y/N, you don’t need to worry. Sydney will love you no matter the circumstances, besides it’s not even decided who our opponent is in the final yet.” Leah cups both your cheeks as it was obvious you hadn’t seemed to have stopped debating it. “Look, we will all watch the game tomorrow, maybe give her a call tonight explaining your concerns. That might help?”

“I don’t want to distract her with my worries though, she could become off her game tomorrow…”

“Okay, but don’t ignore her. I know what your like when your mind controls you, couldn’t get hold of you for weeks the last time that happened.”

You giggled slightly due to your pettiness, Leah let you go with a soft smile and a rub of your arm and you made your way to the small shower room.

Everything will be okay.

syd<3

you: i love you❤️.

The next day, Englands opponents were named for the final: Germany.

After beating France 2-1, the Germans appeared just as confident as the lionesses were. With their famous history of winning 8 euro championships, Germany were automatically pinned the favourites.

After watching the match in SGP’s game room, the lionesses showed no bother. None of them but one.

You were picking your nails harshly the whole time, due to feeling bad for wanting Germany to lose so you didn’t have to face Syd or even your other Bayern teammates in the final.

Seeing the smiles on their faces, especially hers as she was televised chatting to Klara and Laura in the middle of the pitch brought great dread upon you.

Leah was looking at you the entirety of the game, noticing your out of body stance. You continued like that until way after the match, that is until your phone started vibrating on your lap.

Turning it over, your lock screen was full of text messages from your girlfriend, opening them to read them.

syd<3

see you at wembley, baby.

Love you loads xx

miss you xx

You stared at the messages for a while with a sleepy smile on your face, beginning to type until you were interrupted by a flick to the head.

“Come on, we’re all going to our rooms. Don’t want to be a loner now do you?” Your best friend and soon-to-be Bayern teammate, Georgia Stanway bends down to look you square in the face.

Your phone dropped to the side as you swung your arm lazily at her head, obviously missing her on purpose. She put her hand out to help you up, you allowed her to and picked up your belongings making your way to the comforts of your room.

You didn’t mean to leave her on opened.

Meanwhile, sitting on the coach to go back to the training grounds the german women’s national team were currently using, Sydney looked at the bubble appearing at the bottom of her screen, eagerly awaiting your answer.

She couldn’t wait to see you in real life again, to hold you, to kiss you. She really had missed you. Her mood dropped when that bubbled elipsis stopped moving, she thought that you’d come back and reply. Yet she was wrong.

Sydney automatically felt she had done something wrong, scratching her head to think of anything she’s said.

Maybe, Y/N isn’t happy i got through. I was happy? I replied to her message. I’m proud. Sydney’s head nearly combusted due to her overthinking, biting her nails and fiddling with her jumper.

“Hey, you okay?” She heard her all time best friend, Klara Bühl whisper next to her.

“Yeah fine.” She smiled looking at Klara quickly before flipping her phone over in her lap and looking out the window.

Obviously, Klara didn’t take the excuse. Having known each other most of their lives their friendship came with a few perks, knowing when something is wrong is one of them.

Klara can read Sydney like a book and vice versa.

“Is it Y/N?” Klara rose an eyebrow as she stared at the side of Syds face.

“No, not exactly. She hasn’t done anything wrong. Just i miss her and she didn’t reply to my messages. I’m sure it’s nothing.” Sydney gave Klara a reassuring smile, but really it was to reassure herself. “I guess it’s a bit hard to come to the terms that one of us has to break another’s heart to win what we’ve always been working hard for.”

“Mhm, i’m sure nothing too bad will happen. Will u still love Y/N if England win?”

“Of course, what kind of question is that?” A look of horror washed over Sydney’s face.

“Then you have nothing to worry about, i’m sure Y/N thinks the same.” Klara gave her a grin, “Besides, you’ll have to practice your comforting skills. We’re definitely winning this tournament.”

Sydney giggled slightly before flipping her phone back over to see if she had any new notifications. Klara saw what she was doing and engaged in a new conversation, something other than football to distract her.

England v Germany, Wembley Stadium. 31st of July, Kick off: 5pm.

The lionesses had managed to fill the stadium for the first time ever. 87,192 people came to support them, them being a few girls from around the country who loved to kick a ball for a living. It was incredible.

You hadn’t managed to bump into Sydney yet, both opposing teams having done their pitch inspection one after the other.

Once out for the warm up, you noticed Germany had beat the lionesses to their home pitch. Eagerly awaiting to ‘smash’ the lionesses once again in a final.

You spotted a small ponytail of blonde hair in the middle of a scrimmage, full focus on her face. The cute expression brought a smile to your face, always did.

“Y/N! Eyes forward! Focus!” One of the trainers shouted at you as you missed your turn to practice shooting.

A bright blush came to your cheeks as all your teammates realised who you were looking at before smashing the ball into the top corner, too quick and too far for a talented Mary Earps to save. All while Sydney was getting the same treatment for her reaction to that shot.

Germany were as quick to leave the pitch back to their changing rooms as they were to enter, leaving the lionesses to trail behind.

You weren’t too far behind Syd, whistling lowly to grab her attention before she pushed open the changing room door. You gestured for her to come over to where you were standing against a wall away from both the changing rooms.

“Hey..” You whispered, biting your lip as your lover came into close view.

“Hi..” A small sparkle of adoration flickered across her eyes as she got as close to you without touching. “How are you?”

“Nervous, I can admit to that.” Holding your hand out for her to finally hold, while standing up straight, “but ready to beat your ass.”

“Haha, yeah sure. Dream on, we’re taking it home.”

“You wish.”

You both stood in a calm silence for what felt like a while, until you blurted out:

“Are we going to be okay? After this? I know i’ll be proud if you win and i won’t be angry or anything or hold it against you, i promise our relationship will stay the same and...” You quickly rambled out, twisting your hands together.

A small frown appeared on Sydney’s face, her hands lifted up to cup your cheeks and she leant her forehead against yours.

The small action made you calm down immediately.

“Everything will be fine, our relationship will be fine, the feelings mutual. I win? I win. You win? You win. There’s no going back. There’s no going back from the i love yous, Y/N. You’re mine forever.”

Your eyes met hers as she gradually released herself from your hold, your lips brushing against hers as she lifted her forehead back.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Just as you were about to finally pull her in for a good luck kiss, you were both interrupted by two slamming doors. Georgia and Lina.

Like you had been caught doing something much more, you both jumped away immediately and headed for your designated rooms not before giving Sydney a quick kiss on the forehead.

Again, everything will be okay.

Due to your mishap and unfocused situation during the warm up, the trainers advised to Sarina that you should be benched. Harsh, i know, we know but oh well. You took it with a pat on the back and a reassurance to go on with Alessia and Ella as a ‘super sub’. Sydney was also on the bench, so that left you to watch on before you could make your impact when the time comes.

The first half was tense, both teams creating chances, having shots on target and collecting yellow cards. It was obvious both teams wanted that trophy and accompanied medal today.

During half time, you and the other two super subs were informed you will be heading on about 10 to 15 minutes into the second half.

Fran Kirby for Ella Toone.

Ellen White for Alessia Russo.

Beth Mead for Y/F/N Y/L/N.

When it came to the time, you three were standing together. Stretching and warming up while waiting for the 4th official to make the call. You could hear the crowd go nuts, the appearance of the three young star players of the tournament giving them hope. You were gonna give them that hope.

Looking back, you could see the German bench. A familiar figure taking off her sub bib and tying her laces ready to also be substituted.

Tactical. She knew you better than any of the other german players. Credibly, you are the one to stop now.

Once Beth came off, you switched your game mode on and sprinted into position. You felt relaxed, calm and composed. You had confidence with the attendance supporting you and looking at your teammates faces, they thought so too.

Your thoughts came true as in the 62nd minute a long ball from Keira Walsh to Ella Toone, led the English side ahead. It was a beautiful goal, and assist, Ella chipping the ball calmly over the keepers head. The stadium was rocking, everyone was celebrating so hard you think the whole of London thought there was an earthquake happening.

1-0, England.

Before the restart, Germany decided to make a few substitutions. Your girlfriend being one of them, coming on for Sara Däbritz. You looked at her as she jogged into position, but she didn’t reciprocate, choosing to stay focused and not let any distractions bother her.

That proved right for her as we were taken off guard, Lina Magull’s shot, assisted by Tabea Waßmuth, went directly into the top corner. There’s was no way that could have been saved by the keeper, the defence was broken into and we were stolen from.

One all. Extra time.

Gathering over into a huddle beside the dugout, we all looked at each other as we sipped our water bottles. This was going to be tricky. Sarina decided to push us, wanting to get the trophy decided to the winner during extra time. There was no way any English player would want to go to penalties in an all important final, female or male. It wouldn’t work out. No way.

Sarina, being as relaxed as she is, brought great composure on the whole team. Ever since she arrived the whole team has never trusted a manager more, she wanted us to win, english or not. We wanted to make her proud.

Starting extra time was tricky, but not too tricky. England was gaining and creating more. One specific corner came in handy. Lauren Hemp stood up to take it. Thank Fuck she did.

It was an alright corner, you stood outside the 6 yard box waiting for the arrival. It was like time went slow and you could see exactly where the ball was going and coming in a perfect light.

You slammed your head on it and it slotted right past the keepers hands and you slipped right past your girlfriend who was marking you.

2-1, England.

You didn’t know quite how to react, you may have just scored the winning goal of the euro final. You just took off at lightening speed towards the dugouts, no need for a celebration as your teammates had all jumped onto your back causing you all to fall over.

You were shaking, your eyes already glossed over but there was still minutes on the clock, still time for Germany to react.

One thing you knew you and your team were good at was time wasting. Sarina asked you all to keep pushing during the second half of extra time, but you all reassured her that this technique will work. We are all English and arrogant, we always like to poke fun at our opponents, especially when they’re losing.

Our tactics definitely worked, winding up the Germans to the point where yellow cards were flying everywhere, more than the ball itself. We got the better half of it, gaining corners after corners and throw ins after throw ins until finally that whistle is blown.

Sarina’s face said it all, England have won their first ever tournament, on home soil, at Wembley.

Dropping to the floor, you covered your mouth with your hand as it fell open. You looked around and took it all in from there, you had done it.

“Y/N!! OH MY GOD.”

Alessia was the first one to you, as she was closest, pulling you up and gripping you into a hug.

The hug brought you back to reality, a few tears escaped the corner of your eyes and you looked over the pitch to see your teammates all the same. A pure look of euphoria spreading around the team.

Until you eyes caught sight of you opponents. They were all crying, laying on the floor, in each others arms, staring at the ground. They were the complete opposite.

Even though the German WNT had a lot of trophy history, the players still deserved it. Most of them young and new to the senior team, so they were in the same boat as any of the lionesses.

After the trophy ceremony, your eyes landed on a broken Sydney along with Laura and Klara fiddling with their silver pendants. You pondered whether you should walk over, not wanting it to be too soon. You choose to though, risking your chances.

Approaching carefully, you laid a small smile upon your face before a clumsy Ella Toone swings her arm around your shoulder and screams in your ear, “Champions baby!!” Right in front of them.

You jokingly pushed her away with a grin on your face before returning to your route. You took small steps until you were given a hint that it’s okay.

Klara noticed you first as Sydney bent down to sort her shin pads out. Removing her arm from around Laura, she gave you a quick hug and you reciprocated without a doubt and made sure to rub her back in sympathy.

“Congratulations.” She sniffled, giving a timid smile.

“You guys did so well, i’m so sorry. You deserve this just as much as we do.”

“Next time.” Laura winked.

You looked at Sydney next, her eyes big and wide. You heart immediately cracked, as she looked at you. You’ve never wanted to see her this upset in your life, ever, it made you forget everything that you’ve just achieved.

You took her into a tight embrace and she buried her face in your neck. You could feel a puddle of tears droop down the front of your jersey and the slight shake of her body. Your arms managed to hold her as tight as possible, rubbing her back as gently as you could before she abruptly pulled away. That made you panic, but her expression made you think twice.

“Stop. Go celebrate.” She managed to let out, nodding, “I’m fine.”

“Your not fine, i’m staying.”

“Y/N, please. I’m not asking you to i’m telling you.” she caught your hand in hers after you wipe a tear from her face and gave your palm a quick kiss, “Go.”

“She has us, she’ll be fine.” the others responded and encouraged you to go on.

“I’ll find you later, okay?” You whispered in her ear as you gave her one last hug on the pitch.

“No, celebrate with your team Y/N. Have fun. Don’t stress. I’ll see you in a few days. I promise.” Now getting impatient, she tries to push you away feeling that she is distracting you from the fun your teammates are having with the fans.

Unsure, you started walking backwards still looking at her, her shooing you away with her hands causing a little giggle to escape your mouth.

The lionesses had done it, they won their dear trophy.

Later on in the night, the lionesses were dancing the night away in a big room situated for them in their hotel. Loads of alcohol was passed around to family and friends, your parents already slightly tipsy becoming clingier to you and saying how proud they are.

You had your fair share of alcohol and dance floor moments, now you were sitting down on the floor against the wall with your phone in your hand.

Syd<3

you: you up still?

You didn’t have much hope she was still awake, but you had a feeling.

Syd<;3: yeah x

Your phone buzzed in your hand, the notification displayed at the top of your screen. You smirked slightly placing the top of your phone on you lips, an idea popping into your head.

You checked Sydney’s location on find my iphone and said goodbye to your parents, telling them you were tired and was going to bed. Not before picking up a bottle of champagne.

You had made it out to the lobby when you catch sight of Leah.

“And where do you think your going, missus? Especially with booze.” Leah slurred, pointing at you.

“You’re so drunk,” You laughed, “I’m going out.”

“Where?”

“To where the german team is staying.”

“Oh right, you go see your girlfriend. Don’t worry about us.”

“I won’t.” You waved over your shoulder at her and chuckled at her when she tripped on a little step.

Luckily, outside your hotel there were a group of taxis and so after telling them where you would want to go, you were on your way.

Once you arrived at the entrance to their hotel is when you remember that you didn’t know Sydney’s room number, deciding to try the front desk to squeeze the information out of the small man that was just sitting there looking at you blankly.

“Hi. Do you happen to know what room Sydney Lohmann is staying in? Please?” You gave him an unsure grin as you tapped your fingers on the desk.

“I’m sorry but i can’t give that information out, you know… safety reasons.” He went back to typing on his computer.

“okay…” You turned around and headed towards the lifts, hoping to find someone you knew from the team.

“Y/N?” An unsurprised voice sounded from behind you.

“Lena.. hi.” You twisted your body around to face her and gave her a cheeky grin.

She sighed immediately knowing what you want. “She’s in room 236.”

“Thank you, thank you.” You turned back to the row of lifts and called for one. The lift doors opened and she got in with you.

“Erm do you happen to know…”

“floor 3.” She mumbled still looking at her phone.

“mhm.” You hummed pressing the button, guessing hers was the same when she made no move.

When the doors finally opened, you scrambled your way out looking at every room number until you found 236.

Knocking gently, in case she was now asleep, you leant your head on the door frame waiting for the door to move.

When it does you are given the sight of Sydney in her towel, her eyes immediately widening, “What the fuck?”

“Hi.” You gave her a little wave, the past alcohol now hitting you. “I brought this..” You mumbled as you held up the bottle of champers in her face.

Tucking her towel securely in place, she lifted her hands to stop you waving the bottle around and pulled you inside. “I can see that. How did you know where i am? I never told you?”

You stared at her as you flopped onto her bed, immediately coming to the knowledge that these were significantly more comfier than yours. “Your beds are much comfier than ours, that’s not fair.”

“Y/N, listen to me.”

“Huh? Ok, ok. I stalked you on find my iphone and Lena was in the lobby.” You gave her a big grin, looking up at her.

“You’re so stupid. Why didn’t you just ask me?” She giggled, walking over to her suitcase for a pair of underwear.

Getting up with her, you pulled her into your front by her waist and started tracing your lips down her neck.

“Y/N, no this is not the time.” Sydney sternly mentioned when your hands tried undoing the knot at the top of her towel. “You’re drunk.”

“Am not drunk.”

Sydney gave you an ‘are you serious look’ as she pulled on her underwear, grabbing the rest of her pyjamas to put on in the bathroom.

“Hey, where you going? Not fair.” You whined as you sat back on her bed.

She simply blew you a kiss in return.

Once she returned from the bathroom, she found you sound asleep on the bed. She sighed at the fact you still had your shoes on and the trickiest things to get off of you without waking you up.

After she had achieved to do so without waking you up was when she realised how intoxicated you actually are. Going back to the bathroom to rummage through her wash bag for any pills, she found a near empty pack of paracetamol and placed it on the bedside table closest to you with a glass of water.

After tucking you in she travelled round to her side, where she was pulled in roughly by you. Your arms clung on to her, almost afraid she’ll leave. Sydney ran her hands through you hair as you laid upon her chest, “I love you so much and i’m so proud. Always.”

Placing one final kiss on the top of your head before drifting off as well.

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ingravinoveritas · 3 months

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Today has been an incredibly busy day, but in addition to it being Michael's birthday, it was also the day of the BFI screening for The Way, Michael's directorial debut. Congratulations, Michael!

(Picture via Twitter.)

A friend of this blog/on-the-ground correspondent was actually able to attend today's screening, and has shared some interesting observations about the event and particularly about Anna, who was in attendance and seated very close to them. My correspondent has asked to remain anonymous, but these were their observations:

- Michael was very charming and self-deprecating throughout the Q&A. (Note from me: Not at all surprising, and one of the reasons I love him.) - The show itself was incredibly intense and had a lot of deeply heavy moments in the first episode. CW for suicide, so folks who may have that as a trigger are advised to exercise a lot of caution. - One of the characters in the show is named Anna and is tall, blonde, and slim and written as a migrant outcast in the town. AL does not play this role, but just the fact that it exists in a show Michael directed is...a choice.

Bringing us to our correspondent's observations about Anna specifically:

- In the theatre before the screening started, correspondent reports that Michael was talking to everyone but Anna/seemed to be talking around her. Quote from correspondent: "They hardly interacted. If I didn't know of her [already], I wouldn't have known they were together at all." - AL was chill, but looked bored throughout the screening. This was corroborated by a photo that was sent to me of Anna sitting next to Georgia (who was also in attendance) and looking very detached/bored with what was happening. - Correspondent reports that they somehow missed Georgia entirely/did not see her there at all, suggesting that Georgia was keeping a low profile. - Final observation from correspondent: Michael and Anna did not leave the event together. Michael exited through a side door and left AL behind in the main room.

While I will not say that a definite conclusion can be drawn from these observations, I do think it is interesting that at least some of what we've gleaned from photos and social media seems to correlate to what can be seen in person. I also find it interesting that AL seemingly has an avatar of herself in this show who is written as an outcast, and I wonder if this also has a correlation to real life, in more ways than one.

I'd certainly be curious to hear from my followers about what you think, so please feel free to chime in on this post. And a huge amount of thanks and gratitude to my anonymous correspondent again for sharing all of this!

#michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #the way #BFI screening #i also feel like him leaving without her is just...yeah #yikes #choices #not all of them good #but i will leave it to my followers to make up their own minds #anna lundberg #discourse

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miyuhpapayuh · 9 months

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𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

Her red bottoms click against the black marble with each stride she takes, her fiery red curls flowing down her back.

Pushing through the glass doors, she pulls her deep burgundy, fur computer chair away from the desk and sits down, grabbing her buzzing phone.

“What?" Simone's sultry, yet irritated voice fills her ex-boyfriend's ears.

"Why you keep sending me to voicemail? You too good to answer me, now?" He spats.

"Anything I do is too good for you, B. I don't even know why I gave your dumb ass a chance, in the first place." She scoffs a laugh, pulling the phone away from her ear and putting it on speaker.

"Wow.... that's how you do me?"

"You cheated on me. What am I supposed to say to you? What do we have to talk about?"

"I keep trying to apologize—"

"Save it." She hangs up and blocks the number, rolling her eyes as she turns around and stares out of her big window.

"Boys."

"Indeed," Jada comes in with a bottle of champagne. Simone turns back around and laughs.

"Is it too early to celebrate?" She asks, sitting the chilled bottle on the desk.

Simone checks her watch and shakes her head, reaching into a compartment under her desk, pulling out two wine glasses.

"It's five o'clock and right about now!... I need a damn drink."

“Let's pop this bottle then, bitch!"

Pulling the cork out of the bottle, the popping sound echoes throughout the space. The fizzy alcohol slightly spills from the top and down the side of the bottle.

The clinking of their glasses and laughter is just what she needs, after another long day of being the best editor in chief in Atlanta, Georgia.

Allura has been her reigning domain for about three years and counting, and she's never felt so powerful.

Having one of the biggest offices with the nicest view on the corner of Peachtree was more than a lifelong accomplishment for her, especially doing it all at the young age of twenty-five.

“Congratulations! We all know that your name should be on every issue. I'm so glad that you're finally being recognized for all the work you put in to make us look fabulous!"

“Thank you, chica! You're up next!"

“Simone, you've got a call on line three,” her personal assistant, Logan, buzzes through.

Sitting her glass down, she pushes the little red button and thanks Logan, before picking up the phone.

“Hello?"

“That beautiful voice is one I could listen to, forever."

A deep chuckle rattles through the phone and down her spine, but she quickly recovers, raising her eyebrows at Jada.

“Is that so?"

Jada grabs the champagne bottle and her glass, before slipping out of the door. Simone laughs and shakes her head.

"Indeed. How's your day going?"

"Well, our next issue just went out and my name is on the cover.”

The excitement in her voice is unmistakable.

"That's incredible, princess."

she swoons at the nickname.

"I'm so proud of you. Did you celebrate?"

"Thank you and yes, my best friend and I popped open that damn champagne bottle that's been staring at me for weeks!"

"Weeks." He reiterates, making her laugh.

“I thought you were gonna wait 'til I made it back, to open it."

"Well, originally, I was— why didn't you call my phone? This, technically, isn't a business call."

The deep chuckle returns. "You're a very busy woman, Ms. Carson. I didn't wanna disturb you."

“Hm... fair enough," she sticks her tongue into her cheek, "enough about me... how are you?”

"As long as I'm talking to you, I'm great."

She giggles, sipping on the golden toned liquid that's left in her glass.

"When you kiss ass, you get both cheeks, don't you?"

“Hm, I guess I should pay you a visit, soon. You get a little rowdy, when I'm away for too long—"

“—is that right?," she cuts him off.

A pet peeve of his. He licks his lips and laughs, but she knows it's less than amusing to him.

“That's right. You like startin' fires, but I'm coming to put ‘em out."

She crosses her legs, smirking as her plan works, once again.

“When?"

“Soon."

“I won't be waiting."

A little lie never hurt anybody, right?

Lie on this phone, again, Simone."

She rolls her eyes as if he can see her.

"I'll see you when I see you."

She hangs up and steps away from her desk, heading out of her own office and further down the hall to Jada's. Walking into the creamsicle colored office, Simone takes a whiff of the cinnamon incense burning, before that amused chuckle fills her ears.

“That was a quick little conversation." Jada eyes Simone as she moves towards the window, with a sly smirk on her face.

“What can I say?" she sighs, "we don't beat around the bush."

"Mmhm. He gon' come beat them walls down, ain't he?" She asks.

A boisterous laugh escapes her, before she can stop it.

“Is he really?!"

The excitement is unmistakable in her tone as she moves from her chair to poke Simone's side.

“He's always poppin' up to put me in my place as he calls it."

“When's the last time he came down?"

“February," she replies.

"It's damn near May, girl!"

“I know, Jada. How do you think I feel?”

“I'd be dead by now, no lie. The way you talk about him, he's the truth."

Simone pulls on her open collar and sighs. "...with his arrogant, fine ass."

They both laugh and move away from the window. "So," closing her office door, Simone raises an eyebrow at Jada. "Where's lover boy?"

“Oh God," Jada rolls her eyes, "he's around here, somewhere. I had to shoo him away—"

“Why?!"

“Cause he's tryna make me fall in love with him! I do not wanna do that. We can fuck— we can do that all day long— but that's it."

"Yeah, right. You know you want him all to yourself.”

“In the nastiest way, possible.... yes."

"Hm.....well I'm gonna head home. Enjoy the champagne."

"I will! Text me when you make it."

"Will do."

Heading back into her maroon hued office, she grabs her phone off her desk and her bag from her bottom drawer, before turning off her lights and locking her door behind herself.

Heading towards the elevator, she pushes the button to take her downstairs. Her phone goes off with a message. The doors slide open and she steps on, pushing the golden button with the dim 1 on it, lighting it up. She pulls her phone out and scoffs a laugh.

Call me when you get home.

So you can harass me, some more?

Cut that out. I just wanna talk.

Stepping off the elevator, she makes her way down the wide hall and passes the receptionist, waving her goodbye.

“Have a wonderful night, Ms. Carson."

“You too, Liz."

Making her way outside, she heads towards her red Mercedes and gets in, plugging her phone up to her Bluetooth. Summer Walker's voice flows through her speakers as she makes her engine come to life. Instead of quickly going home to call the smug bastard that weakens her knees, she cruises down the street, watching as the pink sky turns into a deep orange.

"My last nigga was a bitch nigga I need a nigga wit bout six figures. Someone who know what to do with it, yeah Someone who ain't on that goofy shit..."

“Ugh," she turns down her street and slowly pulls into her driveway, cuts the car off and walks up the brick-lined sidewalk. Once inside her loft, she locks her door and kicks her heels off, heading into her living room to plop down on her sofa.

Running her hands through her curls, she pulls her phone out and shoots a text to Jada, before tapping his contact, watching the call connect after two rings, his handsome face coming into view.

"Don't you look gorgeous.”

"You got me beat, handsome."

"I could never.”

He props his phone up and places his salt and peppered, beard-clad chin into the palm of his calloused hand, his eyes wandering down the valley of her exposed chest.

"You left the house, like that?"

"I'm grown, yes." He laughs.

"Nobody had a heart attack?"

This makes her laugh.

"The usual perverts, but it's nothing I can't handle. How was work?"

"It was fine. Just a regular day at the office, honestly. I'll be glad when I can come back."

"I thought you could just do it, without needing permission?"

"It's a little more complicated, this time. I got some deadlines to meet and then I can be outta here."

The slight pout on her face makes him smile.

"You miss me, don't you?"

"Unfortunately." Her expression straightens, but he's unfazed. He even laughs.

"Nah, you blew that mean ass act, when I picked up the phone… callin' me handsome and flippin' your hair. Don't try it, now."

"That doesn't mean anything."

She props her phone up against the stack of records on her pink tinted, glass table and leans forward, her cleavage daring to jump from underneath the silk fabric.

"You're such a tease.”

"You like it, though."

Standing back up from the couch, she grabs her phone and heads upstairs, into her bedroom. He scoffs.

"My feet are killing me,” she stresses as she lets the phone fall onto the bed, while she pulls a navy blue bralette and panty set out.

"You're annoying, but your hands work magic. I could use that, right now." She continues.

Stripping out of her work clothes in record time, she ignores his chuckle and pulls on her set, grabbing the matching robe off her vanity chair.

"When I come back, you can get all the magic you desire."

"Can I, really?" She asks in a sarcastic tone, as she sits down at her vanity and props her phone up.

A deep sigh leaves as he stares at her. "Damn... you definitely can, babygirl."

"You should find a way to come back, sooner."

"I'll see what I can do, but I can't guarantee anything."

"But, I miss you," that famous pout returns, causing him to chuckle.

"I miss you more, princess. Quit pouting."

"I'll stop pouting, when you get here."

He shakes his head and stands up, walking into his kitchen. She hums to herself as she watches his back muscles flex underneath his shirt, with the slightest movements.

"Jesus." She mutters to herself, as he turns around to face the camera, his black sweats hanging low on his hips. Her eyes linger on his outlined print, causing a chill to creep up her spine.

"Did you hear me, babygirl?" His tone is full of amusement as he watches her eyes dart up to his face.

"What did you say?"

"You've got some gifts coming your way, tomorrow."

"What kind of gifts?" Her ears perk up.

"Just a couple of things to hold you over, until I return."

"You didn't have to get me, anything—"

"Yes I did. I know you still don't like asking for things, but we'll break you out of that. It's just a couple of gifts, I promise."

"But, babe," she whines.

"Imani. I've already told you, my money is yours to spend." She sighs, staring at her nails.

"I want you to take me out when you come back."

"Where do you wanna go?" He comes back to his chair, giving her a full view of his grown out beard.

"I don't know, yet. It's one of those restaurants where the flowers hang overhead and there's lights everywhere! I just wanna get dolled up, eat good, drink good... come back to my place and fuck good."

He raises an eyebrow at her, but she just innocently smiles. "You're something else."

"That's why you put up with me." She winks.

"That and many other reasons. But, I'll see about the restaurant and set everything up."

"Thank you, baby."

"You're welcome. What's on the agenda for tomorrow?" She groans at the mention of her backed up schedule.

"I've got a press conference in the morning. The building is supposed to be getting redesigned and my goofy ass decided to put my two cents in, and now I gotta sit in for the meeting after that. Then, I've gotta help Jada find her sister the perfect wedding dress, before next Friday— it's just a little too much going on."

"You've got this, business woman. Hard work pays off, right?"

She nods, placing her chin in the palm of her hand. "That, it does."

"It's all worth it, then."

Staring at the clock on the other end of her vanity, she sighs. "It's almost seven and I haven't eaten a thing."

"You drank on an empty stomach?"

"Yeah, but I only had half a glass. I might just order a pizza or something. And no, I don't want you to buy it for me. I'm still mad at you for paying my rent."

"You can front all you want, but I take care of mine. You keep your money in the bank and let me spend mine on you."

She rolls her eyes, fighting the smirk that makes its way onto her lips. "I'm hanging up, now."

"Why?"

"Cause, I can't fight you through this screen." He laughs.

"Keep that same energy, babygirl."

"It's kept. Goodnight." She blows a kiss.

"Goodnight."

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