#matildas fic

[jflemings]

— my stomach’s all in knots

pairing: kyra cooney-cross x raso!reader part 1

summary: in the aftermath of kyra’s revelation she comes looking for you, only to learn that you were looking for her too

warnings: kinda long whoops

a/n: part 2 to my lacy inspired fic! this took longer than i thought it would to write it bc i kinda lost inspo for the plot :/ but it’s here now!!

kyra couldn’t sleep even when she tried. her conversation with charli on the bus had really gotten to her, leaving her staring at the ceiling of her hotel room at three in the morning going over every interaction she’s ever had with you.

she wondered if charli was the only one who saw it, katrina for sure knew, mother’s intuition and all that, but none of her other teammates had said anything remotely close. except maybe caitlin and sam. and mary hinted at it that one time after the game against ireland. but other than that, no one else seemingly caught on. kyra huffs and rolls onto her side and away from charli who’s sleeping soundly on the other room, closing her eyes and relaxing her tense shoulders to try and be carried off to sleep.

—

to say kyra looked like shit the next morning was an understatement. her eyes were puffy and her movements were slow and sluggish in comparison to her normally energy-filled body language. she didn’t even care where she sat after she got her breakfast, only realising that she had plopped herself in between sam and steph when sam gave her a hard pat on the back

“look alive, kyra” she says cheerfully, ever the morning person, “you look like you haven’t slept”

kyra’s head falls to the table in front of her and she groans “i haven’t” she grumbles “couldn’t. thinking too much”

steph and sam share a look over kyra’s head, the two of them clearly confused about what was keeping her up through the night. steph places a gentle hand on the young midfielder’s shoulder “are you alright?”

she lifts her head and places it on her hands, her eyes accidentally falling to you from across the room. you were laughing with your sister and mary brightly, your breakfast long forgotten in front of you. the look on your face makes kyra groan again.

sam follows her line of sight and tilts her head “you two fighting?” she questions

kyra snaps her head towards her captain “no! why? do we look like we’re fighting?” she asks hastily

“either that or you’ve just realised you’re, like, in love with her or something” sam says again, mopping up her egg yolk with toast “which would mean that you’re the only one who didn’t know” she snickers to herself, not really paying attention to the colour that rapidly drains from kyra’s face.

steph does though, and she’s quick to put the back of her hand to kyra’s forehead, her brows furrowing with worry “you are so pale, are you sure you’re alright?” she asks “have you drank any water this morning?”

sam looks up from her egg and toast to see what her co-captain is going on about, eyes widening when she really takes a good look at kyra. she casts her eyes over her shoulder to search for you, only to find an empty seat where you had been sitting not even a minute ago. kyra chews on her bottom lip nervously as she watches the cogs turn in sam’s head.

she had been joking, sure, but there must have been some element of truth to sam’s attempt at a jab if this was how the young midfielder was reacting. sam’s jaw drops “oh my god you didn’t know”

kyra groans loud and places her head in her hands in distress “of course i didn’t know! how did you know?”

“it’s written all over your face” sam says nonchalantly, shrugging before putting the yolk soaked toast in her mouth “whole team knows, i think”

kyra’s eyes go wide at sam’s words, her heart beginning to beat rapidly in her chest at the thought of being so obvious about her unknown feelings that her teammates picked up on it before she did. panic really sets in when she realises what whole team means, and she takes her head out of her hands hastily “hayley, does that mean hayley knows too?” she questions, the panic present in her voice.

before sam can give kyra an answer she dreads, alanna speaks up from the opposite side of the table “hayley wouldn’t know even if you tattooed it on your forehead” the defender reassures oddly, finishing the last of her orange juice and neatly packing up her plate and cutlery “and even if she did know, she wouldn’t care” the tall blonde says pointedly as she stands.

kyra blows a breath of relief just as steph pats her head and points at her plate “you need to eat, it’ll probably settle your nerves a bit”

“…yeah, sure”

—

kyra had been avoiding you all morning. usually the two of you would partner up for drills but instead, she was glued to charli the whole time, not even so much as sparing you a glance. you got the hint pretty quickly and flung your arm around your sister

“looks like we’re partners today, hayles”

hayley looks between you and kyra “not with your partner in crime this morning, then?” she says teasingly.

you roll your eyes and shove her shoulder in the direction of the passing drill you were walking to, brushing her comment off your shoulders. she snickers and grabs a ball, dropping it at her feet and placing her boot on top of it “don’t look so disappointed, y/n, i’m just as good of a partner as your girlfriend” she flashes you a signature smile

“she’s not my girlfriend” you argue quietly, over aware of the fact that charli and kyra were maybe ten meters from you “and keep your voice down, she’s avoiding me enough as is”

hayley rolls her eyes “she’s not avoiding you, she’s probably just not all with it today. charli said that she hardly slept last night” she says, kicking the ball to you

you furrow your brows in thought. whenever you and kyra roomed together she was always the first asleep and always the first to wake up, albeit reluctantly, so the fact that she apparently didn’t sleep last night paired with the fact that she was late for breakfast this morning had you asking yourself questions.

“she was late to breakfast as well” you say lowly, passing the ball back smoothly

“yeah i saw that too” she agrees lightly “if you’re that worried about it just pull her aside and ask her. if she tells you to piss of then there’s not much else you can do about it, but at least you made the effort”

—

your sister’s words weigh heavily on your mind for the rest of the day, making your mind distant as you think about what to say to kyra. the two of you hadn’t spoken a word to eachother after training, through gym or at lunch and dinner, choosing to instead steal stolen glances from across the room.

you had retreated to the room you shared with hayley whilst some of your other teammates split off into smaller groups to hang out. next door, you could hear mary and cortnee laughing loudly over charlize who was obviously just trying to plead her case about something, your cracked door letting you hear almost their whole conversation.

once the trio’s joyous laughter subsides charlize rule’s muffled voice becomes more clear “did either of you talk to kyra or y/n today?”

your eyes go wide at the innocent question, deciding that she obviously doesn’t know that your door is open, or even that you’re in the room next door.

there’s a beat of silence before cortnee answers her “i talked to y/n this morning at breakfast but kyra was a bit, um, distracted i guess. she wasn’t really hearing anyone when they spoke to her”

“oh” the young forward replies “are they okay?” charlize asks, her voice coated in a worried tone that she’s clearly attempting to hide.

you smile at her concern and nervousness to ask the obvious question. you knew her well as a result of the pair of you playing together at sydney fc for two seasons before you made the move to arsenal, so her worry for you was something that wasn’t unusual. what was unusual, however, was the quiet that followed her question. the silence was slowly becoming awkward and you cringed at the thought of both mary and cortnee not knowing how to answer her.

“they’re okay” mary assures softly “i think they’re just figuring things out”

“figuring things out? what, like they broke up or something?” charlize asks

broke up?

you sat up in bed and let the covers pool at your waist. did she actually think that you and kyra were together? had you seriously been that obvious?

“kyra and y/n aren’t together” cortnee says confused

“they aren’t?”

oh, you would give anything to be a fly on the wall right now.

“no? well…” mary trails off “no, they’re not. they’ve just got a little thing going on, but i don’t know if they know”

“we don’t really talk about it” cortnee adds “even though kyra is crushing on her hardcore”

your world stops for what feels like an eternity as you turn your friend’s words over in your head repeatedly, the words kyra, crushing and hardcore ringing through your mind like an obnoxious primary school sports carnival chant. the confidence that cortnee’s voice oozed was hard to ignore and even harder to forget. she spoke like nothing could change her mind, like she was just simply relaying facts.

it makes your heart beat faster in your chest as you throw the covers off yourself and swing the door open, speed walking down the hall to charli and kyra’s room.

you don’t even knock properly before barging in hastily. you come face to face with charli, mini and harper, the three of them donning shocked looks as you quickly scan the room for the freckled face you’re dying to see.

harper waves at you from her spot on charli’s lap before turning her attention back to the movie that’s playing on the tv. you weakly wave back at her before locking eyes with charli

“kyra?” you question

the blonde defender smirks and nods her head sideways “downstairs”

you don’t even get out a proper thank you before you’re off down the hallway again, practically skidding to a stop as the elevator doors open. hands catch your waist before you take a tumble and you look up hoping to be met with brown eyes, but frowning when instead you’re faced with baby blues.

alanna’s eyebrows crinkle as she smirks “you alright razzle?” she says teasingly, still not letting go of your waist.

rolling your eyes at the blonde and the nickname, you try to side step her and get into the elevator but she doesn’t let you get that far before tightening her grip on your shirt. you huff in defeat and look over your shoulder “lani”

“razzle”

“please let me go” you plead, raising your eyebrows as you tug on her hands

the older defender gives you a lopsided smile “so what, no apology for almost sending me flying?”

“…sorry, lani” you say quietly, taking a breath when she lets you go “i’ve really gotta do something though.”

alanna watches you step backwards into the elevator with a small smile playing on her lips, her tired eyes looking at you softly “she’s with hayley” she mutters before taking her key card out of her pocket and turning on her heel. the doors close painfully slow, leaving you with nothing but your own thoughts and reflection as the levels count down.

—

kyra can’t seem to get comfortable in the leather lounge chair in the lobby of the hotel; she keeps shifting her weight from one butt cheek to the other and uncrossing and recrossing her legs. hayley sits on the opposite side of the midfielder, her eyes narrowed in focus as she looks over the ‘guess who’ board game.

“does your character wear glasses?”she asks, not looking up from the little characters in front of her.

when she doesn’t get an immediate response from her teammate, raso looks up through her eyelashes “kyra!”

“yeah, what” she responds after being pulled back to reality, her leg mid air and hands lazily thrown over the sides of the chair “oh! no”

hayley raises her eyebrow but flicks down the little characters that have glasses. kyra huffs and gives up on getting comfortable, throwing her legs out in front of her and sinking into the periwinkle blue leather. she grabs her own game board and rests it on her chest as she chooses a random trait to single out.

“does your character have brown hair?” she asks lazily

hayley’s lip quirks “you asked me that already” she says slowly “are you alright?”

kyra hums and rubs her nose before getting frustrated again and pushing herself back up in the chair. her back is now straight and her socked feet are planted flat on the ground “no! i can’t get comfortable in this stupid fucking chair” she huffs

“no — i know you can’t get comfortable in the chair, i mean are you alright in general” the older player clarifies “you weren’t yourself today”

kyra pauses, licks her lips and then leans over so her elbows are placed on top on her knees. her head falls into her hands “…no”

hayley hums and puts the game on the table in front of her “do you wanna talk about it?”

“promise not to be mad?” she asks quietly, anxiousness swirling in her brown eyes like a whirl pool.

hayley almost can’t believe what kyra’s just asked her. her? be mad at kyra? never. well, not never, but certainly not right now.

she raises her brows and leans back on her seat, throwing her left leg over her right one “promise” she assures just as quietly.

kyra takes a deep breath and really thinks about what she’s about to tell hayley. if alanna was right about the fact that hayley really didn’t know that she was in love with her sister — like kyra herself had been twenty four hours ago — then this could go one of two ways. either she freaks and tells kyra that she shouldn’t, or she truely doesn’t care.

“i, um, i really like y/n” she admits quietly “actually i love y/n and i think i have for a while.”

a pregnant pause overtakes the two football players and anxious coils wrap themselves around kyra’s stomach, and the longer hayley looks at her blankly the more she regrets what she just said out loud.

to kyra’s surprise, hayley smiles “yeah?” she asks cheerily

kyra furrows her brows in confusion but mimics her friend’s smile “yeah”

hayley nods in the direction of the elevator “then what are you sitting around telling me for? go see her! she’s just hanging out in our room!”

“what?” kyra’s eyes blow wide “are you serious?”

“yes! do you know how long i’ve had to sit around listening to her go on and on about you? oh my fucking god!” the winger sighs “please put me out of my misery.”

kyra wastes no time practically jumping onto her feet and into her slides, bolting off towards the elevator and bouncing on the balls of her feet as she waits impatiently. the elevator dings not long after she presses the button to go up and she hurriedly steps in, the biggest grin not once leaving her face as she waves to hayley just as the doors close.

she watches the numbers go up until they stop on the floor where the team is staying. the doors are barley open before kyra is barrelling out of them, tripping over her own feet as she goes, and then breaking into almost a sprint to get to the other end of the hallway. her slides make a loud slapping sound that she is sure will get her in trouble tomorrow but right now, she doesn’t care, she just wants to get to you.

she sees the door to your room is cracked and slows down, catching her breath as she grips the cold strep handle and pushing it open all the way. her face completely drops when she sees that the room is empty, a mess of bedsheets on one bed and your phone still plugged in on the night stand. she groans loudly and tips her head back in defeat.

“kyra why on earth are you running down the hall in slides” a voice says from behind her

kyra practically jumps out of her skin before turning around to face a tired looking katrina with her hands on her hips. kyra grimaces “sorry”

mini rolls her eyes “you two are hopeless” she mumbles, rubbing her brow bone “raz went looking for you downstairs, she practically took the door off its hinges when she burst into the room”

“she’s looking for me?” kyra asks dumbly

“yeah. can’t you just call her or something?”

kyra peers back into your room “she’s left her phone here” she explains sheepishly.

“then sit your ass down and wait” mini says, waving her hand about “she’ll come back when she realises you’re not down there”

kyra nods her head and slides down the wall next to the door, fiddling with her thumbs to keep herself occupied, the grin that she’s worn since she skidded into the elevator not going away as she waits.

—

hayley looks up at you in shock as you staunch her, your tight figure looming over relaxed one “kyra?”

your sister breaks out into a smile “our room” she responds excitedly “you just missed her actually, she practically tripped over her own feet when she jumped up to go look for you”

a blush creeps up your neck “i need to talk to her”

“i know” hayley says smugly “she needs to talk to you too”

an infuriating smirk plays on her lips exactly the way it would when the two of you were kids and she knew something you didn’t. you can’t help but slap her shoulder harshly “hayley! you can’t say that”

“can’t say what? that your friend wants to talk to you?”

one thing about growing up with hayley is that you learnt pretty quickly when to pick your battles and when to just admit defeat. usually, you would take the bait that she’s dangling in front of you, but a nagging thought in the back of your head tells you that you haven’t got time for that. if kyra has been running around silly like you have then you can’t leave her waiting any longer, even if you are so tempted to sock your sister in the shoulder again.

her smirk turns into a soft smile when she sees your body relax “just go” she waves off, clearly only playing.

you do as you’re told and turn back the way you came, greeting the elevator with an eye roll “if you could talk i know you’d be laughing at me” you mumble to the inanimate object “but i know you’d be laughing at kyra too so it doesn’t really matter”

—

you walk out of the elevator slower than you have before so you can catch your breath. your feet shuffle on the carpet almost lazily until you look up and see the person you’ve been looking for sitting outside your hotel room. her knees are pulled up to her chest and she’s wearing a smile you’ve never seen on her face before, the apples of her freckled cheeks are dusted pink and her hair is messily sprawled out against the wall.

you don’t waste any time approaching her and holding out a hand “i’ve been looking for you”

she shyly smiles “i’ve been looking for you too” she admits as she lets you pull her up “i, um, i really need to talk to you”

the two of you are practically nose to nose and your hands are intertwined in between you “go on then”

“i really like your ribbon”

you furrow your brows and feel your ponytail for a ribbon you were sure you weren’t wearing today, frowning when you feel nothing but an old hair tie “my ribbon?” you question.

kyra screws her eyes shut as her cheeks get darker “what i meant to say is that i like your ribbon because it means that you’re easier to find on the pitch, makes me feel better knowing i can see you”

“you ran around our hotel to tell me that you like the fact that i wear a ribbon during games?” you tease her, suddenly loving the way her cheeks look when they’re red.

she opens her eyes “no, i’ve been running around because i wanted to tell you that i’m in love with you but i haven’t quite figured out how to say it yet” she explains.

a smile overtakes your face and your hands grip kyra’s face softly, your thumbs tracing over her cheekbones affectionately “i reckon that’s a pretty good way to say it” you whisper to her

“yeah?” she whispers just as quietly, slowly leaning in

you guide her face towards you, your lips ghosting over her own “mhm” you mumble “‘m in love with you too”

the confirmation is all kyra needs. she closes the gap and lets her lips softly mould against your own, her hands holding your elbows to ground herself. when she pulls away, she smiles tiredly at you “you think hayley will care if you switch rooms?”

“i think hayley would move me herself if she saw us right now”

kyra smiles and kisses you again quickly “good because i don’t wanna room with charli anymore”

#pegs tillies #pegs woso #pegs writes #kyra cooney cross #kyra cooney cross x reader #kcc #woso imagine #woso fic #matildas fic #matildas x reader #kyra cooney cross fic

[vanteguccir]

Matilda | Matt Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo x reader

Summary: Where Y/N remembers her traumatic past, but Matt is there to support her and help her heal the wounds through a day on the beach and playing with toys while recording a video.

Warning: Fighting, crying, cursing, toxic and manipulative parents, traumatic childhood, a mention of aggression. ANGST with a happy ending.

Requested?: Yes, by anon.

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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The sun was radiant in the blue sky as Y/N, Matt, Nick and Chris arrived at the beach on a sunny Saturday, the sound of the boys' little cousins' desperate pleas begging to be allowed into the water filled their ears, along with the waves gently lapping on the shore and the smell of the salty sea, bringing a feeling of comforting familiarity to Y/N.

They quickly chose a spot on the soft sand that was close to the area where the children would play, spreading their beach towels and opening an umbrella to protect themselves from the scorching sun.

"Babe, can you put sunscreen on my back, please?" Y/N asked as she adjusted herself on one of the colorful towels, crossing her legs over the soft fabric.

"Of course, hon." With a gentle smile, Matt picked up the beach bag that rested on the sand, fishing out the sunscreen and approaching his girlfriend. He knelt, positioning himself behind her. "Bend forward a little, my love."

The boy opened the tube, squeezing it lightly and pouring a significant amount of the product onto the palm of his hand before setting the packaging aside. He brought his hand closer to her warm skin, watching a shiver rise up her back at the contact of the cold cream, starting to spread it gently on Y/N's back, his large and skilled hands massaging it with care and affection.

Y/N closed her eyes, losing herself in the comforting sensation of Matt's touch. She could feel the warmth of the sun on her skin and the cool ocean breeze caressing her face.

A loud, joyful scream from one of the children made her open her eyes again, looking up and focusing on where they were running, chasing each other while their hands tightly gripped colorful, plastic beach toys.

The laughter that followed them took her back to a time when she herself longed for that innocence and freedom, but rarely experienced it. Her childhood had been marked by absent parents and a lack of emotional stability that left deep scars on her soul, her mind recreating a scene extremely similar to the one she was experiencing at that moment.

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The sun shone high in the sky, warming the small playground where a 5 year old Y/N sat. She dangled her little legs on the wooden bench as she watched the other children play excitedly around her. The playground was filled with laughter and happy screams, but for Y/N, all she felt was loneliness.

Her parents, as always, were absent, lost in their own problems and worries. They rarely had time for Y/N, and when they did, she always felt like an intruder in their busy lives. She could hear their voices shouting at each other a few meters away from where she sat, while her father's phone rang incessantly.

As she watched the other children play with their parents, a lump formed in her throat. She desperately wanted to be like them, to have the attention and affection of her own parents, but she knew that this was just an unattainable dream for her.

Suddenly, Y/N felt a heavy hand on her shoulder, making her jump in fright. Her father was there, looking at her with an impatient expression on his face, the ring of his phone echoing loudly against her ear as the image of her mother with crossed arms and angry eyes appeared behind his back.

"Y/N, let's go. We have things to do." He said abruptly, not caring about the sad expression in her eyes.

"B-but daddy, I-"

"Now!" Her father raised his voice, squeezing the skin of her shoulder with significant force in his fingers, practically pushing her off the bench.

Y/N stood up immediately, her heart heavy with sadness and loneliness. She wanted to say something more. She wanted to beg for a moment of attention and affection, where they could play together on the seesaw or the slide, but she knew it would be useless. Her parents were always too busy for her, always too far away to listen.

As they walked back home, Y/N felt a feeling of deep emptiness settle inside her. That was just another normal day for her family.

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As her painful childhood memories resurfaced in her mind, Y/N felt tears begin to stream down her cheeks. She knew, even at the tender age of five, that her childhood was being stolen from her, that she was being forced to grow up too fast, to adapt to a world where love and attention were luxuries she could never afford to have.

The girl tried to hide it, wiping her face quickly and looking away to the horizon, but the weight of her memories was difficult to bear.

"And... Done!" Matt's voice interrupted her train of thoughts, waking her from her reverie. Matt's hand, now slathered in sunscreen, moved away from her skin, retrieving the tube again before rising from his sitting position.

Y/N whispered a gentle "thank you", blinking quickly to clear away the new tears in her eyes before her boyfriend saw them, a small sniffle escaping her, which she covered with a fake cough.

“Y/N, is everything okay?” Nick - who was standing a few meters away - asked, his voice filled with concern as he noticed the tears in her eyes.

Matt, who was next to their bag holding sunscreen again, looked up at his brother's question, his brow furrowed in confusion as he quickly turned around, looking at his girlfriend.

"I'm fine, Nick. I think it's just the sun." Y/N forced a shaky smile, rubbing her eyes with her closed fist, feeling a stab of pain in both of them from the roughness of her movements.

Nick accepted the explanation with a nod, but Matt could see the truth behind Y/N's forced smile. He approached her again, sitting next to her and wrapping an arm around her shoulders affectionately.

"Sweetheart, you know you can tell me anything, right?" Matt whispered softly, his voice gentle and comforting.

Y/N looked at him, seeing the genuine concern in his blue eyes. She was tempted to open her heart to him, to share the depths of her pain and anguish. But the fear of being judged or rejected still kept her hesitant.

"I know, Matt." Y/N muttered, her voice choked by the weight of her emotions. "I just... I was just thinking about some things, that's all."

Matt wasn't convinced, but he knew that pressuring her wouldn't help her open up. He just held her tighter, offering her silent comfort, his arm working to pull her so that she lay her head on his right shoulder, sealing the top of her hair for long seconds, the fresh smell of sunscreen surrounding their bodies.

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After leaving their cousins ​​at the triplets' aunt and uncle's house again, Y/N and the brothers returned to their childhood home, having the need to return a little earlier so they could record the video that would be posted that Wednesday.

While Nick organized the equipment and Chris set up the table that they would be sat while filming, Matt approached his girlfriend - who was carrying her bags back to Matt's old room -, worried about her somewhat distant expression.

"Is everything okay, petal?" Matt asked softly, walking alongside Y/N towards the bedroom.

The girl paused for a moment, feeling grateful for Matt's concern, but also determined not to make him worry about her, knowing the importance of recording that video, since they couldn't publish the one of last Wednesday.

"I'm fine, baby. I think I'll stay in the room for a while while you record." Matt frowned at her airy response.

"Are you sure? Don't you want to be with us, maybe behind the cameras?" His voice came out small, full of concern, but Y/N just smiled gently in response, appreciating Matt's gentleness but knowing she needed time alone to process her own emotions.

"No, baby. I think I need some time alone." Matt nodded, accepting her decision with understanding.

"Okay, I'll be here if you need anything."

A few minutes later, after a hot and invigorating shower that seemed to wash away all her sorrows, Y/N left the room, her hair damp, and a feeling of freshness surrounding her.

She was heading towards the living room to grab Chris and Nick's bags and take them to their respective bedrooms when she heard voices coming from the kitchen. Curious about the frequent laughter, she followed the sound and found the triplets sitting on the marble table in front of the camera, opening children's toys and testing them out as content.

An excited smile spread across Y/N's face almost automatically. She approached slowly, watching them excitedly, a small "wow" escaping her lips as she saw her boyfriend pick up the colorful cardboard package with a small lamb inside.

Matt, who was showing Snowy to the camera, turned around when he heard Y/N's footsteps, his eyes automatically lighting up when he saw her there.

"Baby! Do you wanna play with us? Look, this is Snowy!" His voice came out excitedly as he quickly showed the toy to his girlfriend, a childish smile gracing his face.

Y/N nodded excitedly, feeling suddenly energized by the relaxed and fun atmosphere in the living room.

"It's so cute, Matt! I've never had one of those." She responded just as excitedly, quickly moving closer to them.

Chris got up from his seat, taking a new chair and placing it on Matt's left side so that it was on the other end opposite Nick.

"Thank you, Chris." Y/N smiled in gratitude, sitting on the upholstered chair and resting her arms on the gray marble.

The girl looked at the lamb in Matt's hands with a sparkle in her eyes, feeling a wave of nostalgia and joy invading her heart. She reached out to stroke the soft fur, feeling an immediate connection to the toy that she never had as a child.

"Here, petal. Try it!" Matt handed it over quickly, the three brothers watching her as she tried to understand how the toy worked.

"This is like a toy I would like." Nick commented briefly.

"It is so cute!" Y/N squealed, her smile lighting up her face as she turned it upside down.

"Wait, I think you turn it on here." Matt leaned closer to her, bringing his right hand closer to the toy and pressing the small, almost invisible button.

Y/N shook the lamb gently, moving it in the air in the hope that it would make it react in some way.

"Wait, let me-" Matt touched the lamb's back after Y/N placed it on the table with a confused expression.

A surprised scream escaped Y/N and Matt as they saw the toy slowly begin to walk, the girl weakly slapping her boyfriend's shoulder as she frantically pointed at Snowy with her other hand.

"Oh my God!" Chris laughed, getting Nick's attention and watching the toy walk towards them.

"Let me put the leash on it!" Nick asked with a smile on his face, taking the toy and attaching the small lilac string to it before letting it walk closer to Y/N again.

Matt stared in amazement at the lamb, wrapping his right arm around his girlfriend's waist and pulling her closer, while his free hand held the small blue bottle, wanting to feed it.

Y/N laughed loudly, feeling completely at ease and free to be her true self. She never had the opportunity to have toys as a child, so that moment meant a lot to her.

As she played with the lamb and the other toys, Y/N felt overwhelmed by a sense of peace and joy, determined to enjoy every moment of the experience, keeping it in her heart as a precious memory of the childhood she never had.

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The sun was beginning to set over the horizon when the video came to an end. Nick and Chris were busy putting the toys into boxes to deliver to children in need the next day, when Matt approached Y/N with a mysterious smile on his lips, watching her return from his brothers' room after finally taking their bags to there.

"Baby?" Matt called softly, his voice full of restrained enthusiasm. "I have a surprise for you."

"A surprise? What is it?" Y/N looked at him quickly, eyes shining with curiosity and excitement as she felt her heart start racing.

Matt just shook his head, a smile playing on his lips.

"It's a surprise, baby. You'll see."

While Nick and Chris finished putting away the equipment, Matt led Y/N out of the house, quickly shouting to his brothers that they would be back soon before closing the door behind him.

The two walked silently towards the car, Matt quickly opening the passenger door for her gently before getting into the driver's seat, noticing from the corner of his eye his girlfriend bouncing her leg up and down anxiously.

The boy quickly brought his right hand to her leg, firming his grip there so that she stopped her frantic movements before stroking the covered skin lightly.

"Relax, pretty girl."

After making sure she was fine, the brunette started the car, driving down the long road, the sun setting painting the sky with shades of pink and orange as they drove away from the city.

Y/N curiously observed the route, trying to guess where they were going. The playlist she and Matt had created at the beginning of their relationship played softly on the radio, filling the car with a selection of their favorite songs that reminded them of each other.

As they got closer to the shore, Y/N felt a pang of anticipation growing inside her chest, her eyes darting across the landscape quickly as her mouth opened slightly.

"Matt, where are we going?"

"You'll see, babe. We're almost there." Matt just smiled, keeping the secret.

Finally, the car parked in one of the beachfront car spaces, and Y/N looked out the window, her eyes widening in surprise as she recognized the familiar scene.

"The beach?" She asked, confused. "What are we doing here?"

Matt turned off the engine and turned to Y/N, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"It's your surprise. Let's enjoy the beach. For real this time."

The sun was already almost completely gone when Matt and Y/N found themselves walking along the beach, their hands intertwined and their feet sinking into the soft sand, while their free hands held tightly to the pair of their own sneakers. The sound of the waves gently crashing beside them created a serene soundtrack to the moment.

Matt looked at Y/N beside him, seeing the mix of emotions on her face as she looked out to the sea, her eyes fixed on the waves, and her brow frowned tightly.

"Hey princess, is everything okay?" Matt asked softly, his soft voice bringing her back to the present while he squeezed her fingers gently.

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes shining with a mixture of sadness and determination.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just trying to process some things." Her voice came out lower than expected, her tongue escaping her mouth and quickly wetting her lips in a nervous act.

Matt nodded understandingly, offering her silent support as they continued to walk along the beach. He could feel the tension in her shoulders, and he was determined to help her find happiness in that moment.

So, suddenly, Matt stopped and looked at Y/N with a mischievous smile on his lips.

"How about we go for a swim?"

Y/N stopped next to him, processing what he said for a few seconds before her eyes widened in surprise, a smile slowly stretching on her face.

"Right now?"

"Yes, right now!" Matt exclaimed, dropping his sneakers onto the sand and taking hers, doing the same before grabbing her hand again, running towards the sea and pulling her tightly behind him, a scream lost against the wind that hit her face.

The two ran across the sand, laughing and screaming in euphoria as the waves lapped at their feet. They threw themselves into the sea, the cold waters enveloping them as they jumped and played like two carefree children, their clothes sticking to the skin of their bodies, but that was their last worry.

Y/N felt a sense of freedom like never before. The salt water washed away her pain, while Matt's laughter filled her ears in joy. For a moment, she allowed herself to forget all the weight of the past and simply live in the present moment, surrendering to the happiness that radiated from each pulse of the sea.

"This is amazing!" Y/N shouted, laughing as she jumped over or into the waves alongside her boyfriend's.

"You are amazing!" Matt replied, a radiant smile lighting up his face as his eyes traveled over the features of Y/N's face, his dilated pupils almost taking the shape of two hearts.

They played and jumped in the waves until they got tired, with each moment sinking deeper into their brain like a precious memory.

When they finally left the sea and threw themselves on the sand, panting and exhausted, Y/N felt a sense of peace and calm invade her being. Matt lay down next to her, their hands touching lightly, both ignoring the strange feeling of the sand against their wet bodies.

Y/N sighed deeply, staring to the starry blanket of the sky above them. She pondered deeply before turning to Matt, lying on her side, the corners of her eyes reflecting the starlight.

"You know, I've never had a real childhood." She began, her soft voice thick with emotion. "I've never talked about this to anyone before, but I know I can trust you, and I feel like it's time to reveal it... after today."

Matt turned so that he was equally lying on his side on the sand and facing her, his eyes showing immense tenderness, encouraging her to continue.

Y/N took a deep breath before speaking again, her words filled with painful memories of her troubled childhood.

"My parents were always busy with their jobs and making money, the more money the better... They rarely had time for me. The only memories I have of my parents are of them yelling at me or at each other." Her voice wavered as she fought to control her emotions. "Sorry." She laughed in disdain at her body's reactions.

"You don't have to be sorry, petal. I'm here with you." Matt whispered quickly, lifting his free hand and bringing it to her waist, caressing the skin covered by her wet clothes.

Y/N closed her eyes before speaking again.

"I felt so lonely, Matt. I never had friends because I was always very closed off, maybe because of the events at home, and the fact that I was quiet seemed to scare the other children away..."

Tears began to form in Y/N's eyes as she relived the painful memories of her neglected childhood.

"I felt so lost and abandoned." The girl continued, her voice shaking with the intensity of her emotions. "I prayed so much to whatever was hearing me to have a normal childhood, with friends and play times, but all I had was loneliness and sadness." She swallowed hard. "You know, my mom used to hit me sometimes... Nothing very serious, she just got angry because of how I behaved so quietly and different from her." Y/N shook her head quickly, a sob escaping her throat.

"Baby..." Matt traveled his hand from her waist to her free hand, holding it firmly, allowing her to cry without interrupting, knowing that she would never go beyond her limit by telling him about her traumas.

Y/N smiled weakly through her tears, feeling grateful for Matt's comforting presence. She snuggled closer to him, sand creeping up her legs, laying her head on his chest, just below his chin, taking comfort in the warmth of his body.

"It's okay, really-"

"No, sweetheart, this is not okay. Please, don't talk about your pain as if it's all alright." Y/N sighed deeply.

"My dad called me last week..." The girl murmured, changing the subject as she played with Matt's fingers between hers. "He wanted to see me again. He said he missed me." She laughed, her laugh full of irony and sarcasm.

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Y/N's phone vibrated in her pants pocket, interrupting her as she tidied up her shared room with Matt, taking advantage of the fact that he was recording a video with his brothers. She picked up the device, her brow furrowing as she saw an unknown number on the screen.

"Hello?"

"Y/N, it's me." Her father's voice sounded on the other end of the line, and Y/N swore she felt her heart instantly freeze.

"Dad." Her voice came out indifferent, completely the opposite of her emotions.

"Hey, hi! Hm, I passed by your old room the other day and thought about you, I've been missing you, you know? And I'd like to see you. Can we set up a date?"

Y/N was silent for a moment, fighting a flood of conflicting emotions. She knew she didn't want to see her father, not after all the trauma he and her mother had caused herself. But she didn't want to be rude either; despite having grown up in a troubled home, she learned from life to be kind to everyone.

"Sorry, dad." She murmured finally, her voice firm. "I'm busy. I can't." Her father was silent for long, agonizing seconds, seeming surprised and angry at the same time. "That was all that-"

"What do you mean you're busy? Are you avoiding me?" Y/N took a deep breath, closing her eyes tightly and trying to remain calm.

"It's not that, dad. I'm just busy at the moment. I need to go..."

"That's unfair, Y/N!" Her father snapped, his voice rising in anger. "I really don't understand you. First, you left home at 17 and completely disappeared from our radar in such a way that I only see updates of you through your boyfriend's ridiculous YouTube channel. All you had to do was find a rich boy, so you totally forget about me and your mother. I fed you and gave you a roof over your head all your life, and you treat me like this? You're an ungrateful brat!"

Y/N felt tears well up in her eyes, a mixture of sadness and frustration flooding her body in an atrong shiver. She knew she couldn't continue this conversation if she could even call it a conversation.

"Whatever you say, dad. I have to go." She responded quickly before hanging up the phone, her trembling fingers moving automatically as she blocked the number.

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"I said no. I was so short with him. Do you think I was wrong, Matt?" She cried harder, her body shaking as the intense sobs tore from her throat.

"No, never! Baby, listen to me. Fuck your parents, okay?" Matt pulled back slightly, lifting her head gently so he could look into her eyes, seeing a strand of surprise pass through her pupils. "Fuck them for always treating you in a horrible way and totally contrary to how parents should treat their children. Fuck them for fucking your head so much to the point that you feel guilty for not wanting them in your life anymore."

Y/N tried to look away, but Matt's hand beneath her chin held her firmly - but gently - in place, stroking her jaw with his thumb lightly.

"You're amazing, Y/N. You're a strong, amazing woman, and I don't want you to feel guilty about everything that happened in your childhood because none of it was your fault! You don't have to be sorry for leaving them and growing up..." The tone of his voice was firm, while his eyes carried a tone of seriousness unlike any Y/N had ever seen.

Y/N scoffed, trying to shake her head no, her mind reminding her that she wasn't any of those good things.

"I'm serious, pretty girl. You're so strong, the strongest woman I've ever met." He whispered, loosening his grip on her chin slightly, moving his hand up so that it cupped her cheek, caressing the soft skin gently. "You can let it go, you know? You can let it all go. I promise."

"I love you. I love you so much, Matt." The girl murmured, pressing her cheek against his palm and closing her eyes slightly, her wet eyelashes caressing her flushed, wind-chilled skin.

"I'm always here for you." Matt reinforced, leaning his head close to hers and lovingly sealing her forehead with his lips for long seconds, exhaling the salty scent left by the sea.

"Now, how are we going to get back to the house with wet clothes like that?"

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My asks are always open. My requests are closed at the moment since I have many to work in, but you can always send questions or simply talk to me 🩷💋

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[sallow-gaunt]

Headcanon

Sebastian is a good student. He’s bright, he’s charming, and it’s no wonder his teachers think he’s capable because his parents were both professors so it would make sense that he’s grown up well-read and educated.

But then Anne gets cursed before the end of their fourth year and stops attending Hogwarts - as his fourth year draws to a close, his grades begin to slip because he’s not paying attention in class, he starts breaking curfew because he’s staying up after hours to research cures, all he can think about is how to help his sister and it negatively impacts his studies. He puts on a facade in class, but his smiles are fake, and when he thinks no one is looking, he turns sullen. The only friend he spends much time with anymore is Ominis, and while their friendship is admirable, it’s a far cry from the boy who used to banter with everyone, the boy who always had something to say. The professors try to be understanding given his circumstances, but they’re all undeniably worried about him.

At the beginning of fifth year, this behaviour continues - but there’s something different, if only slightly. Hecat notices it first in the first DADA lesson of the year when he duels the new fifth year; despite the fact he loses this duel, she notices the way he grins at the new student, his boyish face bright in a way it hasn’t been since his sister was cursed. It’s nice to see him smile again, she thinks.

The next to notice it is Professor Weasley, when she comes to fetch him from detention with a “special task”; he looks surprised but relieved to be out of detention, and listens as she explains that she wants him to take the new fifth year to Hogsmeade for supplies. She doesn’t miss the way he beams ear to ear upon hearing that the fifth year asked for him specifically when encouraged to go with a friend, and as he goes to meet them in the entrance hall, there’s a sudden bounce to his step. It makes her smile to herself, pleased that he seems genuinely happy.

It doesn’t take long for all of the faculty to notice it, and it becomes a hot topic of conversation among them. Garlick insists that she keeps seeing him and the new fifth year laughing together on their way to Herbology, even on days they don’t work together; Sharp notes that while Sebastian still works with Ominis, he’s often seen at the potion station of the new student, the two of them talking in low teasing tones that suggest a friendly banter. Ronen disclosed that while the new student often chooses to sit with Natty or Poppy for Charms, he’s caught them and Sebastian looking at each other from across the classroom; everyone has a good chuckle when even Fig remarks that he’s often seen Sebastian waiting outside of his classroom when the new student leaves, as if the Slytherin boy has been waiting to see them. Many of the other teachers also recall seeing the two in each other’s presence around the school constantly, sharing sweets and talking.

They all agree that the presence of the new fifth year student is the cause of Sebastian’s uplifted mood, there’s no other explanation quite frankly. He’s not completely the same as he was before - he is still breaking curfew, still not focusing completely on his work, still seems sullen on most days - but when he’s around the new student, he’s definitely happier and more like his old self.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #headcanon #matilda weasley #eleazar fig #aesop sharp #anne sallow #I might write a full length fic or one shot one day who knows #just having a lot of Sebastian feelings today #sebastian x mc #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x reader

[mintywolf]

Her unsteady glance about herself doesn’t catch on a blue damask evening gown, but everything is only a blur of unfocused shapes and bright colors. She draws in a stuttering gasp, and then another, as gradually her surroundings begin to resolve themselves into a bewilderingly comfortable living room and the oddest assortment of people she has ever seen. ... They all look worn and bone-weary, but alive with expectant joy. They are all staring at her intently. They are strangers. -- 33 years ago Matilda made a dying pact in the arms of her murderer. Now that pact lies sundered by a lightning strike, and her soul with it. Waking again in the arms of loving strangers who seem to regard her as family, she tries to put together the pieces of the life she can't remember and what she means to the people around her.

Remember Us, a story about memory (and its loss), fake marriage, real marriage, family, home, the passage of time, resurrection, and ears, is now complete!

(I never did manage to finish all the chapter illustrations I had planned to do but here are a few. Maybe more in the future!)

#critical role #critical role fanfiction #critical role fic #imogen temult #laudna #matilda bradbury #bells hells #imodna #southerngothic #the ears are important

[trulyhblue]

Media Duties (Pt 2 of Communication)

Kyra Cooney-Cross x Dutch! Arsenal! Reader

Warnings: fluff, REALLY bad translated Dutch, language barrier, suggestive if you squint really hard.

Masterlist

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While your English was far from great, it was slowly improving.

You spent most of your time at training listening to the conversations around you, trying to match words to emotions and faces to sounds. Your Netherlands teammates had slowly integrated the second language into your Dutch conversations, and your Arsenal teammates urged you more and more out of your shell.

You were still very soft-spoken, ushering a few words here and there, smiling when the group set off into chuckles at something one of them — primarily Katie — had said.

After games and training, Vic and you would go out to dinner, listening to her order before doing so yourself. It was embarrassing at first and continued to be until you memorized the pronunciations entirely.

Viv often invited the two of you over for dinner. It became a sort of tradition after training on Mondays and Fridays; when neither of you were willing to cook. You would listen to Beth talk about everything because she regularly did so whenever she had the chance. Viv would tease her for talking too much, but you enjoyed the blonde’s bubbly personality.

Alessia would come over to yours when she wanted to, using the few Dutch phrases she knew to bond with you. The ex-united player was very giggly, and wouldn't stop giggling until someone had to physically restrain her. In your opinion, she had the easiest accent to read.

Kyra’s on the other hand, was not.

Kyra was stuck to your hip the moment you met. You weren't used to having someone as physically clingy as the Australian, but you didn't seem to mind it. She would bring you a chocolate every morning, cheekily popping her one in her mouth with a smile. She would give you her packet when you left yours in your cubby, and when the two of you were subbed off, she’d sing your ear off with the strangest songs you ever heard.

When she first slept over with you, Victoria and Alessia, she refused to play Monopoly if she wasn't the dog, and you had to remind her that she wasn't actually going into debt — she could've just mortgaged her properties — but she threw her hands up and claimed everyone was gaining up on her. She took the blankets all to herself when you went to sleep, and when you whinged about how you were cold, she curled both her arms around your waist and cuddled you like a teddy bear.

Unrecognizably, Kyra’s Dutch started to improve. Neither of you noticed it at first, having used Google Translate in the first few weeks of meeting each other, but ever so slowly, the Australian found herself talking small phrases to you in your native language.

It wasn't like she went home and practised them on Duolingo, no, she’d never…

“My jacket looks good on you,” Kyra said to your hunched figure. You don't look up at her, but from her tone, you can tell she is smug.

Today's game against Chelsea was a big one. The famous London Derby was well awaited, with the Emirates banking up to pretty much sell out by the morning of. You kept seeing the anticipation of the game on social media. Tweets on the starting eleven predictions and score prognosis were being thrown left and right, causing you to feel slightly displaced regarding the upcoming match.

You had sat next to Kyra on the bus, having done so for every game this season so far. The trip to the stadium wasn't far, yet the suspense of the crowds daunted you as your head leaned against Kyra’s shoulders.

You were a part of the starting eleven, meaning you’d be up against Jessie Fleming and Erin Cuthbert. The young Aussie beside you wasn't, which rattled you even more. The combination of you, Vic, Kyra and Katie in Midfield was unstoppable, but on the rare occasion that you were all on the field at once was rare. Vic and Lessi were sitting in front of you, making TikToks. Vic had gotten up early this morning, but you two still managed to nearly miss the bus. Alessia was wearing her usual multiple layers of clothing, while Vic was only in her kit.

You matched Kyra’s silence for most of the ride, her small conversation being met with your distant hums. She could tell you were nervous, you didn't know how, but she knew.

“Domme meid.” Silly girl. She muttered. This nickname wasn't new to you. In fact, it was used quite frequently by your Netherlands teammates. Nonetheless, the quip made you look up, meeting the Aussie’s beady, brown eyes and childish smirk.

“I am not silly.” You retorted. “You are.”

“I am what?”

“Silly.”

Kyra shook her head, running her hand through her hair, her smile brighter. “Je stress te veel.” You stress too much.

“Ik niet. Je bent te relaxed. Ik benadruk omdat ik het goed wil doen.” I do not. You are too laid back. I stress because I want to do well. Your voice was pointed, the glare from your eyes making your point known.

But your gaze softened upon seeing Kyra’s eyes widen, her nose twitching as her lips fell into a frown. She didn't understand.

“Sorry.” You sighed, smoothing your shorts out with your hands. “I am… I am stressed… I want to…”

“Do well?”

You nodded, her face smoothing over. “Yes.”

“You are a very good player.” Without much thought, Kyra took your hand, her thumb drawing patterns over your palm. The blush that fell over your cheeks was noticeable. You could tell by Kyra’s smile. “You play very well.”

You could tell Kyra was struggling to find the right words to say. She bit her lip in thought, pulling out her phone. You knew what she was doing right away.

When she finished typing, the familiar voice rang out.

“Je zult niet begrijpen wat ik zeg als ik Engels spreek. Je moet je vandaag geen zorgen maken, want je bent een van de beste middenvelders die ik ken. Je hebt ongelooflijke vaardigheden. Je verdient het om trots te zijn op wat je kunt doen.” You won't understand what I’m saying if I speak in English. You shouldn't worry about today because you are one of the best Midfielders I know. You have incredible abilities. You deserve to feel proud of what you can do.

Your cheeks were very red by this point, your grip on Kyra’s hand tightening as you listened to the voice pour out of her phone.

“I want you to… play.”

“I might come on. You never know.”

You shook your head, telling her you didn't understand. She started typing up a storm once more, and you watched in adoration as a concentrated crease formed between her eyebrows.

“Als je je nerveus voelt, kijk dan rond en tel hoeveel mensen je trui dragen. Elke week zie ik hoop. Dat zal je laten zien hoeveel mensen in je geloven, zelfs als je dat niet doet.” If you are feeling nervous out there, look around and count how many people are wearing your jersey. Every week I see heaps. That’ll show you how many people believe in you, even if you don't.

You beamed, moving closer to Kyra by hugging her waist, using one of your arms to push underneath the hem of her shirt. You fiddled with the fabric to whole way there, feeling a wave of calm and peace flow over you.

***

Not once had you interacted with a reporter throughout your time at Arsenal. Never once did you find yourself in the awful situation of being caught out after a game.

Until now.

The game went incredibly well for the Gunner, coming away with a four-one win against the top of the ladder in front of nearly 70,000 people. You played the whole game, assisting one of the goals, and receiving player of the match.

This was your first time accepting an award at Arsenal. Kyra got the fan’s Player of the Month in November, which was definitely well deserved. At first, you had thought Alessia wouldn't obtain today’s award, but you were pleasantly surprised when Kyra came running up to you with the trophy, probably snatching it off someone so that she could be the first to hold it.

“Look at you go, Y/n/n.” She spoke, slipping her arms around your waist, spinning you around. “So proud of you.” This was a very special moment for you. You were trying awfully hard in your new club, and it felt like all of the tough work was paying off.

You were about to answer Kyra, praising her on the game she had, being subbed on in the second half, when you felt a presence come up behind you, alongside several cameras.

This was not your first time in front of the media, being known for your charismatic media presence back at AFC Ajax. You noticed fans loved the challenges you did with your old teammates and the joy you’d bring to the videos that would gain so many more views than all the others. You’d been tagged in all these tweets begging you to be in an Arsenal video, but you knew it wouldn't be the same.

You’d stutter, unable to find the right words you were thinking of in Dutch. Your humour wouldn't be as quick and witty in English. While you had grown an uncanny friendship with all of the Arsenal girls over these last months, you had known your Ajax teammates for four years, some even longer if you played with them at youth level.

“Y/n, congratulations on the game today and, of course, on Player of The Match, how would you describe this moment?”

The reporter was quick to point her microphone at you, waiting as you stood there speechless at her words. You only caught onto snippets of her speech. You hadn't heard the first part of her question, being too caught up in your moment with Kyra.

The Aussie was standing next to you, her arms still wrapped around your waist. She must've caught onto your stunned disposition since she swiftly moved you from side to side, stalling the moment by dancing with you cheekily.

The reporter laughed at the interaction, the cameraman panning to catch Kyra’s cunning smile and your flushing cheeks. She took the trophy from your hands, holding it up like Simba from The Lion King. You were giggling at the sight, and the camera caught Kyra’s beaming, proud response to your reaction.

“Well, I think this moment speaks for itself. Kyra, do you think Y/n’s commendation was well deserved?”

Kyra took her arm and swung it over your shoulder, giving you the trophy back with a toothy grin. “Who else would they give it to?”

“Lessi.” You suggested, modest in your attempt to calm the hyper state Kyra was in. The reporter laughed as Kyra gasped.

“You’re just being humble. She's a stress head, y’know, always worrying about the game. But look,” She pointed at the trophy, specifically your engraved name. “The amount of jerseys with her name on it says enough.”

“How are you going to celebrate now?” The woman asked, the microphone now between the two of you.

“Play a game of Monopoly.” Kyra smirked, watching you scoff.

“No.”

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victoriapelova — disgusting, the two of them 🤢

Tagged : yourusername, kyracooneyx

comments :

bethmead_ — let them be!!!

user1 — I wonder what they’re smiling at 🤔

^ yourusername — google translate 💗

^ user2 — SHE’S SO UNIRONICALLY FUNNY LMAO

^ user3 — IKR LIKE THE HEART SHES SO CUTE

alessiarusso99 — I'm already motion sick! Don't need that 🤧

^ victoriapelova — AGREED

^ kyracooneyx — your TikToks make us sick. Keep them in drafts, no one wants to see them ‼️

user4 — my two pookies 💞

* liked by kyracooneyx

katie_mccabe15 — @ yourusername where is my cuddles?! 😡

^ kyracooneyx — why cuddle you when she's got me?

^ charligrant — your cuddles are lethal, Kyra. I've nearly been suffocated to death.

^ alessiarusso99 — blink if you need help.

User12 — THEM IN THE INTERVIEW TOGETHER UGH THEY WERE SO CUTE

^ User15 — THE WAY KY DANCED WITH Y/N/N CAUSE SHE WAS NERVOUS OMG

yourusername — Vivi in the back 🤣

^ viviannemiedema — I was sleeping, shush.

^ user5 — looks like she's manifesting a win

^ viviannemiedema — I was.

user7 — they are so dating

^ user8 — they literally met like four months ago I doubt it

^ user9 — call me delulu, but they are trululu

^ user10 — no one can tell me otherwise after her POTM interview

^ user11 — THE WAY KYRA LOOKED SO PLEASED WITH HERSELF WHEN Y/N STARTED GIGGLING

^user10 — “who else would they give it to” “lessi” LIKE AWWWW SHES SO HUMBLE

(pretend its the Arsenal jerseys hahahaha)

kyracooneyx

kyracooneyx — Domme Meid

*comments are limited*

yourusername — silly girl 💗

alessiarusso — cute ig

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[russos-one]

Kyra Cooney-Cross x !FemReader

[The Sleepover]

Summary- Kat goes out and leaves Y/n and Kyra to take care of Harper

Warnings- So much fluff

Word count- 1142

not proofread because I'm lazy

Y/ns Pov

“Okay I will be back in around an hour or two. Remember no candy and no staying up past midnight" Katrina tells the both of us, but to be honest I don't even think either me or Kyra or listening both are too infatuated by Harper.

"Did you hear me?"

"Yes mummy!"

"Loud and clear"

"Have fun!"

As soon as Katrina leaves me and Kyra quickly grab the candy we stashed under the bed while Kat was having a shower

 "Okay Harper pick a movie, Kyra and I will get the candy set up and then we can all make a pillow fort together! Also, Harper don't tell your mum about the candy or then we will all get in trouble and I think your mum might take me and Kyra's phone away I wouldn't be surprised if she did, to be honest"

Harper goes over to the tv to pick the movie while me and Kyra prepare the abnormally large bowls of candy and set it in front of the tv.

"Harps, did you pick a movie?" Kyra asks

“Yeah I chose the grinch because he is green like Shrek and he is also very funny"

"Good choice Harps!"

"Time to make the fort!"

“Yay!”

Me and Harper find all the pillows that we can in the hotel room while Kyra gets a giant blanket to drape over the pillows to act as a roof for the fort. Harper and I set the pillows up on the edge of the bed to act as walls then Kyra drapes the blanket as a roof.

“All finished Harps”

“You like it?”

“Yes! It's amazing”

Harper says with a large smile on her face which instantly brings a smile to I and Kyra's face happy that she's happy,

“We’re glad you find it amazing Harps”

“Are you ready to watch the movie and eat some candy now?

“Not too much candy though ‘cause your mum will get mad at us and get us in trouble and we don't want that because she's scary and gives us that disturbingly scary ‘mum’ look and it makes me and Kyra poop ourselves a little”

“Not a little its a lot” Kyra adds on

“Yes, we poop ourselves a lot”

Harper laughs and agrees to not tell her mother

“Okay let's get to watching the movie then!”

We all go into the fort and get all cosy with the blankets and pillows. Kyra and I both have a bowl of candy each with Harper in the middle of us with our arms draped over her shoulders. After a few minutes, i look at Kyra with a loving look and whisper a quiet “I love you” to her

She turns to me with a red face and whispers back “I love you more, my love”

I reply

“Impossible” and give her a soft kiss which is interrupted immediately by Harper who is quick to say 

“Ewww, yucky”

I quickly pick Harper up and place her in my lap.

“Did you just call my kisses yucky”

I lift up her shirt just a bit and blow raspberries on her stomach and she starts laughing, in between her giggles she quickly says

“Kywaaaa, help me!”

Kyra quickly picks her up and Harper hides her face in Kyra's neck.

“Oh no where did she go!”

Harper quietly giggles and holds onto Kyra even tighter.

I carefully get out of the pillow fort and look around the room for her. I first looked under the bed for her.

“Are you under here Harps?”

I can hear her faintly giggle into Kyra's neck

“I guess she's not under there”

I quickly get back up onto my two feet and walk over to the bathroom to check behind the door

“Are you behind here Harper?”

She giggles once again and says

“No!”

I gasp

“Was that you Harper?”

I slowly walk back over to the bed and start slowly crawling over to Harper while signalling to Kyra to be quiet as I get closer and closer I quickly grab her from Kyra's grasp and lay her down on the bed and start tickling her

“Say sorry about calling my kisses yucky or I won't stop tickling you”

Between her giggles she lets out a loud

“Okay I'm sorry”

I stop tickling her

“Are you really sorry”

I say while looking into her eyes 

“Yes, I'm very sorry for calling your kisses yucky”

“Good”

As I lift Harper up again I realise that Kyra was filming the whole thing, quietly laugh and place Harper between the two of us as I do that I say

“You cheeky bugger”

“What? It was too cute not to film! You guys looked adorable”

“I don't doubt that, Harps over here always looks adorable”

I say while nudging Harper and I drape my arm over her shoulder and Kyra does the same.

After a while i look down to see that Harper has fallen asleep against Kyra “Babe” 

I whisper quietly, she looks to me and says

“Hmm?”

“Harps has fallen asleep”

“Aww, she looks so cute”

“I'm going to clean the room real quick, get Harps nice and comfy will ya?”

“Okay, tell me if you need any help”

“Okay, my love”

I quickly get out of the fort and take the blanket and fold it up and place it at the end of the bed I then take down the pillows carefully so one doesn't fall on a sleeping Harper and a soon-to-be sleeping Kyra. I put away all the candy and then I finally get to bed and snuggle in behind a peacefully sleeping Kyra who has her arm draped over Harper's stomach and is sleeping in front of Kyra who is leaning on her side. I drape my hand over Kyra's waist and whisper to the both of them

“I love you both very much”

Kyra sleepily whispers

“Love you more, my love”

I quietly whisper

“Impossible” 

And we all peacefully fall asleep together

Bonus

Katrina’s Pov

“Im bac- oh, thats cute”

I quietly whisper after I realise they are all asleep in bed. I smile happily and take a photo of the three of them all snuggled together and make my way to the bathroom to have a shower and take off my makeup. I quickly shower, take off my makeup, put my pjs on, and then comfortably lay in bed, not before taking at least 17 videos and photos of the three of them all snug together. I slowly close my eyes and fall asleep beside my little family.

#incorrect woso quotes #woso #woso community #woso couples #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso imagines #woso one shot #kyra cooney cross x reader #kyra cooney cross #auswnt #Katrina gorry #katrina gorry x reader #woso x reader #woso fic #x reader #fem reader #matildas #austrlia #womens soccer #womens football #KCC

[heatherfield]

♪ I don’t want you, but I need you. Don’t want to kiss you, but I need to… ♪ The heady notes of the music swirled around them, stoking the ache in Brom’s chest as he and Matilda drifted closer together. In some ways, he still felt like he was walking on thin glass, like he needed to be careful with every step in case he shattered this delicate new thing with Matilda—something that he was desperate not to mess up.

Walk Me Home: A "Headless" Fic, Chapter 14 [ read | watch ] ↳ art by @booigi-boi, commissioned by @ilikecrocssuckit – thank you!!

#headless: a sleepy hollow story #headless series #bromtilda #matilda bishop #brom bones #shipwrecked comedy #booigi-boi #ilikecrocssuckit #fanart #walk me home fic #fanfiction #user ilikecrocssuckit #user booigi boi #i can't believe this exists! it happened!! ahhhh XD #finally ready to share whoops #spoiler: they don't kiss in this chapter #it takes a lot longer #abraham van brunt

[desperate-gay]

Can you write a kyra cc sickfic about Kyra catching a stomach bug and reader + auswnt look after her, she’s at first stubborn to admit she’s ill but when she maybe throws up after eating or smth she admits defeat?

Just a request, don’t HAVE to do it. Xx

Stomach Bug

Kyra Cooney-Cross x fem!reader

You should have made her stay home. You knew she wasn’t feeling good from the middle of the night when she was kicking and pulling up the blankets constantly from her temperature rising and falling. Then, when you woke up, you noticed how pale her usual tan skin was. She insisted that she was just fine even if you didn’t believe her, but she was stubborn as always and wanted to head to practice.

After a few minutes of bickering back and forth, you eventually gave up and got ready to head to training together. When you arrived, many of your teammates picked up on how sick Kyra looked and asked if she should head back home. Once again she continued to assure that she was okay and began to warm up.

So here you are now, practicing with several mini-games while keeping a close eye across the field at your girlfriend. You notice her stumbling a little bit and pausing to take deep breaths. Tony blows the whistle and shouts it's time for sprints, worrying you that Kyra will feel even worse if she keeps up her I’m fine front.

After 3 or 4 sprints, you see the girl run off the pitch and to the nearest garbage. You jog your way over to her and rub her back as she continues to empty her stomach into the bin.

“Hey, coach-“ You begin but Tony nods his head, knowing that both of you need to leave.

“Feel better, Kyra,” Tony says as he waves you both off.

“Yeah feel better, Cooney!”

“We love you!”

“Take care!”

Kyra smiles while nodding at the team as you guide her back into the locker room with your hand on her back. Before leaving, she rinses out her mouth at the best of her ability to get the horrid taste out while you gather up each other’s stuff.

“I can carry my stuff, y’know.” Your girlfriend says, noticing you carrying both your and hers bag on your shoulders.

“I am aware, but you’re sick and I can take care of you.”

She smiles when you peck her cheek and continues to walk to the car. Her smile soon drops at the sight of you holding the keys and heading to the driver's side.

“What are you doing?”

You turn around and look at her with a confused expression, seeing her standing still in the middle of the lot. “What do you mean what am I doing? I’m driving us home.” The small frown on her face shows you exactly what is wrong. “Kyra, you’re sick! You can live with me driving you once in your lifetime.” You laugh at her nonsense and nod your head at the car, waving for her to get in.

With a huff, she finally sits in the passenger seat with a frown still plastered on her face. “Don’t get used to this.”

“I won’t, baby. Do you need a bag or anything, or do you think you’ll be fine the rest of the way?”

“I’m okay, I think it was just a one-time thing. I just need to rest in bed for some time.”

You nod your head in understanding and start to drive home. The whole time Kyra stares at the buildings passing, pressing her head against the cold glass of the window to soothe her burning skin.

Once you pull up to your destination, you keep your kit bags in the car and quickly take the brunette into the house.

“Go lay down, pick a movie, and I’ll make some soup for you, okay?” Kyra doesn’t put up much of a fight, exhausted and slightly queasy, she heads into your shared bedroom and rips off her top so she remains in her sports bra and shorts.

Luckily for the both of you, she doesn’t get sick again, but she becomes such a baby when even slightly sick.

“Baby! Where are you? I’m supposed to have my cuddles!” She shouts into the air, not even bothering to look for you.

You shake your head with a small laugh and finish up what you’re doing. She hears a door open and sees you step out of the bathroom. “I had to pee, I told you that before I got up, dummy.”

You move the blankets and get comfortable on the bed before Kyra latches onto you, nuzzling her face into your neck.

“You’re supposed to love me, not call me a dummy.” She grumbles against your skin.

“You’re such a baby when sick, but I love you anyway, even when you’re insufferable.” She lightly smacks your leg, making you giggle and kiss her warm cheek.

“I love you too.”

#kyra cooney cross x reader #kyra cooney cross #matildas #tillies #australia #woso x reader #woso fic #woso imagine #woso #lgbtq

[wosokisses]

💋 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐫 💋 ~ 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘴

~ 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @iinsertblognamee

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘥!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘴 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @sunsetkerr

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘢𝘧𝘭𝘸!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @futfemfantasies

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘢𝘴!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘢𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @katiemccabesdesciple

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @wileys-russo

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵

~ 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘮 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @iinsertblognamee

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 ( ? ) , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘯 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @inuyashaluver

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘱 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @pixiesfz

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘢𝘴!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 , 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 , 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘺

~ 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘴 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @iinsertblognamee

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵? ~ 𝐛𝐲 @iinsertblognamee

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @chaosology

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘺 , 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘺 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @greynatomy

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @woso-dreamzzz

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘬𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘪𝘴 𝘹 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 + 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘴 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @greynatomy

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @futfemfantasies

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘢𝘴!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 , 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘺

~ 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘢 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @iinsertblognamee

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘩 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @sunsetkerr

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @chaosology

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @maxsimagination

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @sunshine-theseus

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥

~ 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @sunsetkerr

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @chaosology

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @yeeterthek33per

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @pixiesfz

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 !!

💋💋

#woso #women #woso community #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso fic recs #woso imagine #woso one shot #sam kerr #sam kerr x reader #sam kerr imagines #sam kerr oneshots #samantha kerr #auswnt #australia #wwc 2023 #matildas #tillies #wosokisses #💋

[ac3may]

“ the wag diaries ”

Dating ~ Sam Kerr ~

~~~~~~~~~~

• Sam was definitely the more comfortable flirter before getting together

• but as soon as you were official?

• you gave as good as you got

• and somehow she found herself loving that more

• you say “jump”, she says “how high?”

• you humble her and keep her grounded

• she cares for you and teaches you that your Miss Independent act wasn’t necessarily healthy or necessary

• Sam’s favourite hobby is teasing you

• she gets to the point where you tell her to “fuck off” though and she’s like a schoolchild in trouble

• doesn’t know where to look or how to approach you when she gets on your wrong side

• knows full well you can survive without her and she'll have to keep winning you over to keep her place

• you know you can't though, not really

• as much stick as you give her, your life post-Sam has made you a much happier person and there’s nothing you’d wouldn't give her up for

• sometimes its fun to see her get a little hot under the collar though

• as if he couldn’t get worse he does, Elys becomes the bane of your relationship in the most classic annoying younger brother fashion

• secretly you love it though, seeing Sam adopt him as if he were her own brother warms your heart

• she and Enya already had a strong relationship as teammates but even the crowds begin to notice the extra protectiveness she shows on the pitch

• the feeling is returned when Sam sees you interact with her younger sister too

• although a number of their conversations are teasing over the red vs blue football rivalry 

• everyone thinks Sam would be the hardarse in the relationship but it's you putting her in check and telling her to cool it on the pda

• she knows you need and love the extra care and attention

• the affection surprises you anyhow

• it takes time to get used to how exceptionally soft she is

• and how much she spoils you

• especially after the hardcore flirting

• doesn’t stop her RKOing you onto the bed though

• Sam goes from spending time with her cat and sister in an otherwise large and empty house to cramming into a three-bedroom flat with you and the twins

• despite the endless teasing that follows her from home to training she somehow loves it more

• although she is constantly begging to spend the night at her place (not that her little sister would be any better)

• you always get your way though, like the princess you are

~~~~~~~~~~

I said I had thoughts in the bank! Both are dating head-cannons tho so sorry if that’s annoying or whatever

#chelsea fcw #ace writes stuff #chelsea women #sam kerr #sam kerr imagine #sam kerr x reader #chelsea imagine #sam kerr fic #wag diaries #matildas #sam Kerr blurb #woso x reader

[jflemings]

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crossed out titles are wips

☆ angst

✿ fluff

❥ nsfw

🀥 personal fav

✰ SERIES

WHAT’S QUEDED

PORTLAND CALLING - JESSIE FLEMING

✰ JESSIE FLEMING

- blurb masterlist

- patiently ✿

- mum!jessie headcanons ✿

- remember to say goodnight ✿ ☆ 🀥 , tuck you in ✿

- inevitable ☆ , unforgettable, unexplainable ✿ ☆

- dancing shadows ☆ 🀥

- mine ✿

- out of the woods ☆ 🀥

- third time’s the charm ✿

- rockstar’s girlfriend ✿ ❥ , pt2

- your nickle ain’t worth my time ✿ ❥ (rockstar’s gf universe)

- birthday wishes ✿

- oddly specific gf!jessie headcanons ✿ ❥

- stay ✿ 🀥

- jealous!jessie headcanons ✿ ☆

- fleece ✿

- flower fairy ✿

- rascal ✿

- visiting hours ✿

- viral ✿

- proof of life ✿

- the better option ❥

- you lead and i’ll follow ✿

- pomegranates ☆

- party of two ✿ ☆

- lipstick stain ❥

- lovechild ✿

- more than friendly ✿

- gossip ☆ ✿

- die for ✿

- iris ✿

- let the light in ☆, pt2 ☆, pt3 ☆ ✿ - please read the warnings

✰ KYRA COONEY-CROSS

- in the open singer!reader x kcc smau ✿

- dedicated to you ✿

- like ribbons in your hair / inspired by lacy by olivia rodrigo ✿ 🀥

- my stomach’s all in knots / lacy p2 ✿ ☆

- big sister duties ✿

- run ✿

- our 32 ✿

- safety pin ✿ ☆

- the only exception ✿

✰ HAYLEY RASO

- disconnected ✿

- look at us now ☆

✰ SAM KERR

- golden girl ✿

- ran the block ✿

- still into you ✿

- trivia ✿

✰ CORTNEE VINE

- cruel summer ☆ ✿

✰ STEPH CATLEY

- garden ☆

✰ LEAH WILLIAMSON

- clumsy girl ✿

- oblivious about the obvious ✿

- into your arms ☆

✰ ALESSIA RUSSO

- frangipani flowers ✿

- she knows it ☆

- you could start a cult ✿

- yard sale ☆

✰ NIAMH CHARLES

- phases ☆ ❥ , - one shot ☆ ✿

- run for the hills ☆

- mine ✿

✰ GRACE CLINTON

- all of the girls you loved before ✿

✰ LOTTE WUBBEN-MOY

- sous chef ✿

✰ KATIE MCCABE

- baby? ✿

- lover of mine ☆ ✿

#woso soccer #woso #woso imagine #matildas #matildas imagine #kyra cooney cross #sam kerr #hayley raso #ellie carpenter #matildas fic #pegs tillies #pegs woso #katie mccabe #jessie fleming #leah williamson #grace clinton #lotte wubben moy #niamh charles #alessia russo #cortnee vine

[luellasplanet]

just bestfriends. (courtney nevin)

word count: 439 (short, sweet and to the point!)

first fic that’s not inspired by a song!!

the innocent yet intimate act of brushing fingertips as you lay in silence staring up at the ceiling. soft rustling of freshly washed sheets as freshly shaven legs moved about underneath the thin summer linen. 

the only source of light was from the open windows, that were on your side of the bed. ‘your side’ ha, what a joke. 

it was courtney’s bed, in her room. you didn’t have a side. yet every time she would ask you to stay the night.  just like clockwork, you would make your way to the left hand side of the bed. 

she had even created a section of the bedside table dedicated for your things. 

sleepovers during winter were even better. being tightly pressed up against eachother, trying to preserve as much heat as possible, with matching pairs of woolly socks adorned on your feet due to your room being absolutely freezing at any given moment. 

the way her breath would fan your neck as she peacefully slept, completely and absolutely unaffected by the close proximity.

legs entangled with her arm haphazardly thrown over your waist as you stared up at the skylight for hours, listening to and watching the rain smashing against the window at a rapid pace. 

her grip would subconsciously tighten everytime there would be a thrash of lighting. your fingers drawing small patterns and shapes on her bicep as you slowly drifted off to sleep. 

then there were nights where you were practically laying on top of her, if you moved your face even an inch forward, it would’ve resulted in your lips against her neck. you wouldn’t of minded though. 

sometimes you could swear that you could feel her heartbeat begin to increase, but maybe it was just your heartbeat you were hearing. 

courtney would be too engrossed with the movie infront of her too even pay the littlest amount of attention to you. 

yet, you somehow found peace behind her not paying attention to you, listening to the calming sound of her heartbeat while she absentmindedly twirled the ends of your hair. allowing you to peacefully let sleep override your senses. 

it was perfect. you and her against the world. although she wasn’t yours, she would never be yours. 

simply just a bestfriend who would occasionally glance down at your lips as you lay talking in the darkness. a bestfriend who would have her arm round your waist at any given moment. a bestfriend that you looked at like she put the stars and moon in the night sky. 

simply just bestfriends. 

#luella’s fics #courtney nevin #woso fanfics #woso #woso x reader #football #matildas

[harrysfolklore]

hellooo! i love ur ig povs

i was wondering if u could do one with matilda djerf

HARRYS HOUSE IS OUT NOOOWWWW, and of course i did a blurb about it, enjoy! of course i picked her bc theres a song on the album called matilda

IF YOU LIKE WHAT I POST, CONSIDER SUPPORTING ME <3

ask me anything | masterlist | likes and reblogs are appreciated !

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yourinstagram good morning new york city, harry’s house is dropping tonight and i’m trying to look collected but i’m not

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harryfan1 SAMEEE

gemmastyles I’m dying over here

↳ yourinstagram like that’s our baby

annetwist ❤️❤️

harryfan2 you’re listening to it on that picture aren’t you

↳ yourinstagram i’m following my tradition of listening to harry’s albums when they’re released 🥰

↳ harryfan3 SHES SO REAL

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harryupdates Harry via YN instagram stories ! And also a sneak peek of the pop up shop

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harryfan1 she’s the luckiest person alive

harryfan2 i love that they’ve been dating for 12 years now but she still gets excited like any other fan

↳ harryfan3 she’s just like us but she actually gets to date him

harryfan4 i can’t wait for the pop up

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harrystyles See you everywhere at midnight.

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harryfan1 IM GOING TO CRY

jefezoff 🥺🥺

harryfan2 I CANT BELIEVE ITS COMING

yourinstagram I LOVE YOU

yourinstagram so proud of you in every single way, bubs. HARRY’S HOUSE TONIGHTTTT LETS GO

↳ harryfan3 i’m crying she’s the best

annetwist So excited ❤️

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harryupdates Harry via instagram stories !

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harryfan1 OMGGG

harryfan2 he’s so cuuuuuute

harryfan3 i’m so happy he’s posting stories regularly 😢

harryfan4 THE HOUSE STICKER IM GOING TO CRY

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yourinstagram CHEERS TO HARRY’S HOUSE THE ALBUM OF THE YEAR

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harryfan1 LAJSKA BESTIEEE

harryfan2 what’s your favorite song?

↳ yourinstagram MATILDA

annetwist Best of the best ❤️

harrystyles We’ve been doing all this late night drinking xx

↳ harryfan1 HES SOOO

↳ harryfan2 a comedian

↳ yourinstagram 😭😭 i love you

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harrystyles Harry’s House. Out now.

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harryfan1 SO PROUD OF YOU

harryfan2 BEST ALBUM EVER

yourinstagram i love you. thank you for all the ways you’ve made me proud for the past 12 years. you’re the most important person in my life, bubs 🥺

↳ harryfan3 i’m crying

↳ harryfan4 this is how i feel about harry too

annetwist ❤️❤️

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yourinstagram if you thought that i wasn’t going to post something long and sappy about harry’s house, we’ll you thought wrong.

 this is the 3rd time i get to be by your side when you release an album, and every single time i’ve been flooded with the same bittersweet feelings, the happiness and pride to see you achieving your dreams, and the nostalgia when i look back and realize that it has been a long road. 

harry, i love you so much, thank you for letting me be part of this journey and just being you, you’re a light for me and all those who love you.

harry’s house is out now 🥺

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harryfan1 i’m CRYING

harryfan2 this is so sweet, she’s the best 

gemmastyles Not you making me cry 😢

harrystyles You’re the reason behind all of this. Thank you. I love you x ❤️

↳ harryfan1 I CANT

↳ harryfan2 this is absolutely adorable

jefezoff ❤️❤️

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[celestial--sapphic]

Kiss me (like you wanna be loved)

Ao3 link

Summary:

Evelyn Caddel takes Poppy up on that offer of a butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks (minus Highwing) and fifth year does not end the way in which she expected. In fact, it's much, much better.

Or: Self indulgent Poppy Sweeting x f!MC to fulfil my sapphic heart

Pairing: Poppy Sweeting x f!MC (Evelyn Caddel)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Word count: 10,858

Chapter: 1/?

Relationships: Poppy Sweeting/Evelyn Caddel / Poppy Sweeting/Original Female Character

Tags: Developing Relationship/First Relationship/First Kiss/Post-Game(s)/wlw/Sapphic/LGBTQ Female Character/LGBTQ Themes/Evelyn is an anxious mess when it comes to pretty girls/Fluff Slytherin/Hufflepuff relationship/pick and choose historical accuracy/Imelda is a bitch but we love her/Poppy Sweeting is Bisexual/MC is a lesbian

#poppy sweeting #Evelyn Caddel #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #WLW #Sapphic #LGBTQ #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #imelda reyes #natsai onai #mirabel garlick #aesop sharp #matilda weasley #sirona ryan #Albie Weekes #This is my first fic so im scared AF #But we need more queer women content in the HL fandom

[pb-and-jammothy]

I'm probably going to sound deranged, but cut me some slack, it's 5am and I am being held in a chokehold by this thought and I need to inflict on others and sibling isn't awake because again, 5am, so now I must inflict this on unsuspecting Good Omens fans on tumblr dot com.

So we all know how Nanny Ashtoreth is Crowley's interpretation of how to be a nanny, with a demonic twist, and is based on Mary Poppins, right?

And we all know that Crowley is, um, efficient with plants, I suppose, and while I do think it made sense for Crowley to be the nanny because imagining how Aziraphale might react if a young Warlock put sticky toddler hands on a book it's probably for the best.

But

And you have to hear me out here

What if...

What if Aziraphale, taking on the nanny position, decided to base the vibes on Nanny McPhee?

Technically timings work out for his interpretation of a nanny to be based on the movie since Warlock would have been born in 2008 and the movie came out in 2005, but I don't really think of Aziraphale as the type to watch tv shows/movies.

However, hope is not lost, as, when looking the movie up I found out it's based on a book series that came out in the 1960's-70's called Nurse Matilda.

Now I don't know like anything about the books, but from what I remember about the movie, Nanny McPhee does seem like a good model to base behaviour off of when trying to be the nanny to the (incorrectly assumed) Antichrist since her whole thing is teaching unruly children to behave with a little bit of magic thrown in there.

Anyway, I needed to inflict this on others so if you read all this, thank you, I'm going to bed now goodnight

#good omens #Crowley #Nanny Ashtoreth #Mary Poppins #Aziraphale #Brother Francis #Nanny McPhee #Nurse Matilda #ineffable husbands #I will awake either having dreamt about this or completely forgotten about this #only time will tell #oh I'm gonna Have to add this to my ever growing (and lagging) fic ideas note #one day I will get to writing some of it #and that day probably won't be for a few months #but I might see if I can make a crack at it once my current and upcoming wave of assignments are done #maybe even before the next wave but I'm doubtful

[taasgirl]

school assignment! (ew)

THANK YOU TO EVERYONE! the link is closed now, but it you want any of the results lmk

hey guys i know this is super random but i'm currently in my final year of high school, and i'm doing an irp (individual research project) about women in sport.

it would seriously mean the world to me if you could complete this very short survey, as it would help me so much.

i need a few more answers (any gender!) and if you're a boy or identify as male, your responses would be greatly appreciated!

if you could share this too, it would genuinely be awesome.

here's the link - everything is anonymous!

#arsenal wfc #football #football fanfic #football imagine #fc barcelona #football fic #barca femeni #womens sports #barca women #chelsea women #liverpool women #womens super league #womens football #womens soccer #leah williamson #sam kerr #matildas #hayley raso #ona batlle #lucy bronze #ingrid engen #maria leon #mapi leon #woso community #woso #woso appreciation #katie mccabe #lionesses