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ugotcooneycrossed · 7 months

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get her back! • leah williamson

w/c: ~1.2k

leah williamson is the most frustrating person you've ever met in you're entire life- and you are without a doubt, 100% infatuated with her

a/n: inspired by the idea that boyfriend leah would be so toxic and iwl id happily accept it

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you’re on a trip with some of the united girls in ibiza- an after-season holiday before the world cup, which turns into you being dragged through crowds and running into what seems like the entire super league.

you properly meet leah there- you’ve crossed paths before in the season of course, it’s hard not to, when you’re trying to score and the blonde absolutely bodies you out of nowhere.

and much like during games- she crashes into you, only this time her drink spills all down your front, and her hands reach out to grip your arms to stop you from falling back.

“sorry ‘bout that sweetheart.”

she’s smiling at you while she says it- eyeing you up and down, her eyes twinkling with something. and your brain short circuits at the sound of her voice- your mouth going dry at the sight of her abs on full display.

“hey- you play for united yeah?”

all you manage is a nod- brain too preoccupied with the way her thumb brushes your arm occasionally.

“cool- i’ll see you around.”

she winks at you and disappears into the crowd again.

you stare after her- mouth open slightly and cheeks flushed.

“what are you doing standing there like a fish mate?”

Tooney jumps on your back- her arm wrapping around your neck.

“ewww- you’re all sticky too, what’s wrong with you?”

“Tooney- i think im in love.”

you’re out at dinner with the girls later that night- and they’re all having the time of their lives making fun of you for your little crush on the England captain.

“you know- if you wanted to make the senior team so bad, sleeping with the captain is a sure-fire way to do it.”

Ella and Mary high-five- their laughs booming, as they fall off their chairs, while you slink further down into your own.

“you know- i really, really regret telling you this.”

the two ignore you- too busy laughing, getting louder and louder the more you complain.

Alessia pats your thigh, smiling at you sympathetically.

A voice calls out over Mary and Ella’s laughing.

“right- what’s so funny then?”

Leah appears on the other side of the table- arms folded over her chest, and eyebrow quirked up in question at the two rolling around on the ground.

“nothing!”

you’re quick to interject, shouting way too loudly and averting your eyes from everyone when they stare at you.

“hey lee!”

Alessia gets out of her chair to hug the older girl, and the others follow her lead.

you stay in your chair though- eyes on your lap, hands gripping the chairs armrests.

you can feel eyes burning into you and you get up- announcing to everyone you’ll be at the bar.

you take a moment to catch your breath as you walk over, giving the bar tender your order and fumbling around for your card.

when you go to tap your card to pay for your drink, a hand reaches out before you can- a sleek black card shines at you and you follow the arm to see the face of leah williamson, smirking at you.

you finally look at her, she’s dressed in a black suit- her shirt barely buttoned, sleeves rolled up, ring clad fingers twirling her card.

“what’s your poison?”

“huh?”

she nods to the drink in your hand.

“oh- uh-“

she cuts you off before you can speak.

“i’m more of a whiskey girl myself, I must say.”

you nod fiddling with your drink.

“what’s your name anyway?”

Leah looks at you up and down- taking a sip of her drink.

“(y/n).”

“cute- look i’ll be honest, i find you very attractive, so, want to come back to my room?”

you wake up the next morning to a shirt being chucked at your head, taking it off you see leah lent against the doorframe, brushing her teeth.

“you should probably go soon.”

she disappears back into the hall without another word, and you throw your hands over your face groaning.

you’ve dug yourself into a grave- and every time you think of Leah- it gets deeper, and deeper.

well, maybe not when you think of her- ‘cause you’d have definitely fallen through to the other side of the world by now. but when you think too much about her- it some-how spirals into you sending her a text, and Alessia’s disappointed face as you abandon whatever you were doing in favour of ‘just one more kiss.’

stupid leah- with her stupid smirk, and her stupid voice, and the stupid way she knows exactly where to kiss you to make you weak in the knees.

stupid leah, and her stupid car, picking up stupid you.

“i hate her!”

thrashing around on top of Alessia’s bed you grab her pillow to scream into.

“do you?”

“yes! i do! she’s so frustrating. one minute she tells me i’m the ‘only one’- then i find her making out with other girls?! she only ever calls me when she wants something! i tried to tell her Lessi i promise- but when she does that stupid little smirk- oh my god! i can’t take it!”

“then why keep going back to her?”

you don’t make the squad for the world cup- it’s not exactly a surprise but it still stings a little. another year of “oh, it’s all right.” and “next year you got it!”

swallowing down the hurt you end up going out with the girls to celebrate anyway- throwing your arms over Alessia and Mary you kiss their cheeks.

you're about two drinks and four shots in- when you’ve been left alone at a booth, with no supervision you pull out your phone and text leah.

you hear a voice clear their throat- and you blearily make out Alessia in front of you.

“don’t tell me you texted her?”

“… no?”

“i hate you.”

your breathy voice wavers- brain foggy with the way leah attacks your neck, the older girl’s hands gripping you- one hand tangled in your hair, the other holding your hands together, pushing and pulling you in any direction she pleases. her lips curl into a smirk against your neck and she stops kissing you, and pushes you completely away from her.

“hate me huh? guess we can stop this.”

“no.”

“no?”

you glare at the shit-eating grin spreading on her face- grabbing the front of her shirt and yanking her closer to you.

“no.”

leah is fuming, and you’re loving it.

with mostly everyone gone in Australia- you’ve gravitated more to the blonde, much to Alessia’s disappointment, when she saw both of you making out in the back of Alex’s story one night.

tonight though- you’ve been flirting with this one girl, running your hands up her arms, giggling and squeezing her biceps.

you can see leah in the back- jaw clenched, her angry pout fixed on her face.

you don’t even know the other girls name- you just know she’s helping you make leah very, very jealous.

when you go to the toilets- leah follows behind you, slipping in and pushing you against the door.

she doesn’t speak- only gripping your face with one hand and shoving it to the side, while the other feels you up, she attacks your neck, sucking and biting.

“shut up.”

you smile.

"i didn't even say anything."

you wake up the next morning alone again- your neck mauled and dignity only slightly gone.

you find a note on your bathroom mirror.

‘you’re mine. don’t forget it.’ – l.w

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

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wileys-russo · 6 months

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That pic of mary and the baby hello…..i know you have written similar stuff before for her but could you do a blurb where the reader and mary have a baby together? maybe reader brings them to a match, once it’s over mary comes over to see them and takes the baby who instantly buries their head in her chest and all mary’s teammates notice and rush over to come see their favourite supporter

part of the a date to remember universe series 🫶🏻

crowd favourite II m.earps

you’d finally convinced your wife to let you bring your little bundle of joy to her first ever international football match, an england friendly against germany which being a euros rematch had already attracted a sold out crowd.

your wife forever over protective of both you and your little now nine month old daughter had banned the two of you from the previous england games claiming that the crowds became far too rowdy.

after a couple of months you’d started to take delilah to some of her home united matches, mary much more trusting of the crowds it drew in and knowing worse case she could be by your side in a minute if need be.

but now when you were up in the family and friends box staring down at your wife who was merely a spec in the wonderous size of a packed out wembley stadium, you’d needed to assure her over and over you would both be absolutely fine.

“well now do my eyes deceive me or is mrs earps finally off house arrest?” your head moved up toward the grinning blonde making her way over to you as you carefully stood with your daughter in your arms.

“hi lee.” you greeted the captain with a smile, kissing her cheek as she hugged you with one arm mindful of your daughter. “god she’s getting big, look at the hair on her!” leah gasped in surprise, ruled out from the game with a tweak in her knee sarina didn’t want to risk.

“you should see mary’s baby photos, this is nothing!” you laughed, kissing your daughters forehead affectionately before carefully passing her over to leah. you watched with a fond smile as the younger girl cooed at your daughter, face brightening as delilah rewarded her with a few giggles for her efforts.

“are you coming down?” leah asked nodding outside where you knew she’d shortly head down to sit behind the players bench with the rest of the staff. “i don’t think I have the clearance for that!” you laughed, handing off your daughter again to marys mum as she returned from the bathroom.

“please. look who you’re with! this face is all the clearance you need my girl.” leah grinned gesturing to herself making you roll your eyes playfully. “go! i’ve got her sweetheart she’s due for a nap soon anyway, mary will appreciate you being there.” julie smiled warmly.

“i’m just gonna see if she’ll feed before kick off. she was really fussy this morning with the bottle and mary not being home.” you sighed at the memory, barely able to have her drink more than a few mouthfuls.

taking delilah and grabbing your bag you moved toward the parents room, locking the door after you.

“-and you’re sure you don’t mind?” you asked your mother in law for the third time after your returned who shook her head with a laugh and waved you off. “darling she’s fed and fast asleep. go and enjoy the game!” the woman shooed you away as leah grabbed your hand, pulling you with her as you blew your daughter one last kiss.

“alright leah relax you’re gonna rip my arm off mate!”

“hi sexy.” you grinned at your wife as she finally made her way over after saying hi to as many fans as she could, the rest of the girls not far after her revelling in their 3-1 win.

“mary!” you squealed as your wife manhandled you up and over the barrier, placing you down on the pitch and kissing you fiercely earning you a few wolf whistles as you pulled away and buried your face in her shoulder.

“you’re so sweaty.” you mumbled with a sigh as she hugged you tightly, making a point to rub her face into your shirt as you pushed her off. “hello mrs earps! now where is mini earps?” you were quickly tugged into another sweaty hug by millie.

“up in the box with mary’s mum. nice to see you too brighty!” you poked accusingly at her chest. “excuse me it’s not my fault your bulldog of a wife won’t let us meet her unless through facetime!” millie pouted, several of the other girls around you joining in on their demands to meet delilah.

“hey i’ve been ready to bring her to the last three england games.” you defended, your wife sending you a murderous side eye for throwing her under the bus as her friends and team mates continued to whine at her.

“oh you guys haven’t met her? what a shame!” you were once again lifted into a sweaty hug as a smug alessia twirled you around and placed back on your feet, ignoring the unimpressed protests that followed her remark.

“stop winding them up. i’m raising you to be a pleasant and humble individual young lady!” you smacked her on the arm with a warning look as the blonde only grinned and kissed your cheek before you were pulled in by tooney who continued the teasing that the two of them saw your daughter almost daily.

“not a single one of you are laying a finger on her until you’ve showered, changed and washed your hands at least twice!” mary shouted sternly above all the noise, several of the girls all racing off to the change rooms making you laugh at their obvious eagerness.

“now look what you’ve done. whipped them into a bloody frenzy!” mary grumbled as she hugged you from behind, placing a few lazy kisses to your jaw as you leant into her secure hold, wincing slightly as she adjusted her arms to sit higher.

“hey love you alright?” she was back in front of you in an instant, hand caressing your cheek with a concerned stare as you nodded. “my boobs are killing me, i got her to feed earlier but i need to pump soon.” you mumbled in annoyance at your least favourite part of motherhood, your constantly aching chest.

“well i’ll make sure to give them lots of love and extra special attention and kiss them better for you later tonight baby.” the keeper whispered in your ear with a cheeky grin, hand moving around you to harshly squeeze your bum before giving it a smack as your eyes widened and you pushed at her chest.

“hope you’re washing your hands twice too after that little show mother mary!” millie and rach grinned wiggling their eyebrows at the woman, eyes widening as she lunged at them, chasing them off the pitch and back into the tunnel.

“hi gorgeous.” your wife was the first to appear upstairs, followed closely by a handful of her teammates whom you’d assume the girl kept held hostage in the change rooms until she was ready to come up herself.

“she just woke up, look whose back lilah!” you cooed rocking the infant in your arms as mary beamed, tickling underneath her chin as your daughter reached out for her eagerly.

a resounding chorus of aw’s echoed as mary scooped her up and your daughter buried her face in her hoodie covered chest, mary attacking her with kisses on every inch of her body as you watched on with a smile.

“right! make an orderly queue please girls. and no pushing! yes mills i’m looking at you when i say that.” your wife ordered sternly, bouncing your daughter on her hip as her team mates hurried to line up for a hold, the entire ordeal making you laugh.

“ah no! you let them have their turns you both saw her yesterday.” you were quick to grab both ella and alessia as they rushed past you, yanking them down into the seats beside you and ignoring their protests.

eventually they both gave up and rested their heads on either one of your shoulders, the three of you chattering about your plans to take delilah to the zoo next weekend. yet another thing you’d sworn the pair to secrecy over not wanting to upset the rest of their team mates much as the two loved nothing more than to flex their godmother and favourite aunty status about.

mary caught your eye with a grin as she protectively watched over your daughter, shaking her head at your two adopted daughters sprawled across your sides.

but neither of you would change a thing, your perfect little family.

#mary earps x reader #woso x reader #woso #woso fanfics #mary earps #woso imagine #woso blurbs #engwnt

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britneyshakespeare · 2 years

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Just wanted to say that we linguists consider ourselves scientists, although I agree we're the best field and should be put above regular scientists :)

Oh definitely! I separated them from 'scientists' in my rhetoric bc I know the public perception of language is that it is not a science, but honestly fuck that. And fuck the whole 'STEM person/humanities person' binary to begin with. I don't study linguistics in college (although I'd love to, I just can't with my current resources), but it's been a major fascination of mine since I was a teenager. Even though I've never taken real "classes" on the subject, I've definitely done a lot of reading, listening, and viewing about languages and linguistics over the years. I know a little bit more than the average layperson.

I think linguistics is the perfect field to prove how STEM and humanities really aren't opposed to each other at all. As a poet, I happen to think of myself as Not Like Other Poets in terms of my motivations and philosophies of poetry (aroace and all that, I already stick out in the most stereotypically 'amorous' medium of all the arts), and even though in my beginner years as a young teen my poetry was very much my 'emotional outlet' for my turmoil and all that, yadda yadda, as I've matured and kept writing my main obsession with poetry has been the technical side of it, and language as a whole. I don't have a lot of "Muses"—the reason I write as much as I do isn't because every day I'm just "inspired" and need to "let it out" through words, but mainly just because I like words. I like what they can do, how you can turn them around. I don't always need an idea. I'm having a little play time.

My hot take as I've continued with my higher education is that literally all subjects are humanities. Because we don't study anything that isn't of human interest. The real world is interdisciplinary as hell. And there is no such thing as a good education if it is not a well-rounded one. We scaffold knowledge into various subjects for teaching's sake, but really they're all connected in some way or another. We can say some fields are more qualitative and others skew more quantitative, but there is both some level of objectivity and imagination necessary for being really good at any subject. I wrote an award-winning essay when I took an English composition class as a freshman on this topic, actually, how creativity is a necessity for scientists, and for the final essay in that same class I wrote about how scientific knowledge can, and should, inspire poetry.

Personally I feel very put off by the perspective of STEM and humanities opposing each other for several reasons. One of them is that it feels very much like people view them as your Manly Man Real Smart People Subjects versus Stupid Girly Feely Shit. And the second is that I love, and dare say am intelligent in the areas of, pretty much any subject that falls under the core curriculum subjects in the United States, that being English Language Arts/History/Science/Math. All of these disciplines enrich my way of thinking, illuminate my view of the world, and offer limitless knowledge. We use this term in my teaching classes (I should probably mention that I'm an education major, if that isn't obvious, lol): "lifelong learner." It's what we as teachers should be, and what we should inspire our students to become. It's very cheesy-sounding but it's truly the desire I've always had for myself and the reason I want to go into teaching, despite the fact that it's not the most glamorous or well-off position I could choose for myself in this day and age.

I could go on a lot longer but anyway yes, I've gotten sidetracked, linguists are Absolutely The best scientists in the game. Cut above the rest. Sexy as all hell. You are beautiful, anon, and you have twinkly eyes.

#i feel like this rant is probably not what you were expecting but rather a witty reply at most #but JOKE'S ON YOU anon i've had this rant stored up in my head a long time! and u gave me an outlet to expel it #i hope you're having a good day #anon #dianswered #rant #i was playing a trivia game w a group of ppl a few weeks ago and one of the categories was science #and there was a language-related question that came up under it and someone goes 'how is this science?'#and i went 'linguistics is a science' and this guy at the other end of the table kind of smirks 'yeah SOFT science'#he said it in a not-really-judgy tone altho i guess he is more of a self-identified 'stem person' than i am #i as a poet and person who mainly knows about literature and am active in the literary world do not get to claim that label openly #but am viewed as a 'humanities person' obviously #and he doesn't think i'm stupid or anything and it wasn't a microaggression but when i even HEAR the words 'soft science'... u know h8 it #anyway unsolicited book recommendation but i've also really enjoyed the book 'elemental haiku' by mary soon lee #i'm thinking about scientific poetry again. i've been reading/seeking out a lot of it lately.

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taissaturnersgf · 14 days

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Taissa’s empathy is so underrated and never talked about. Taissa is known for being cunning, sassy, and eager to win at all costs.

She has rage, she has ambitions, and she has a sharp tongue that she isn’t afraid to use.

But she’s also the one who checked on everyone the days after the plane crash.

The first and only thing she thought about right as they got out of the plane was VAN, where is she? is she okay? As soon as they saw each other, their instinct was to check on their wounds.

She assured Coach Ben (even if the situation can be interpreted in various ways) when he was under major pain and panic.

That same night, it was her that noticed Laura Lee having a hard time, and made sure to see after her.

“You okay Laura Lee?”

She was the one checking in on Mari when she looked so lost and distressed.

She’s the one who helped Akilah with her hair, an action that carries so much symbolism, that shows how the only two black women have each others’ backs.

She’s the one who made sure Lottie was safe inside the cabin, being worried for her.

She’s the one who first noticed Shauna’s pregnancy, and helped her every way she could, even if it could mean trouble. Taissa was there for her when Shauna wasn’t there herself.

She’s the one constantly protecting Shauna, Van, even Jackie while she and Nat argued.

Taissa rushed in between her girlfriend and a WOLF, in a confused yet determined attempt to help her, and ultimately saved Van’s life.

She stood behind with her, and let the others go. She kept carrying her using all her strength, knowing that she might not make it, just because she would never, EVER, let herself leave the love of her life behind.

She can show so much love and care, especially with Van. Much of her loves is hidden behind her determination, but her softer side comes out, even if as a whisper, just to make sure her friends are okay. The masks she made for herself and Van, the lengths she’s gone for the team, the passion and seriousness she puts on all that she does… there isn’t a time where she doesn’t spend her waking moments thinking and planning and taking care of the people she loves.

She’s the one who tried to reason with the girls while Jackie froze to death.

All her actions, her decisions, everything she ever did, she did FOR THE TEAM. Cutting Allie out for Nationals, looking for the lake in the wilderness, exploring and going lengths in search of someone, ANYONE, who could help them.

“If I’m wrong, I’ll die up there.”

And don’t get me started on adult Taissa. Looking after Nat, taking care yet again for Shauna.

I love Taissa’s rage, her seriousness, her refusal to take shit from anybody, her quick insults and sarcasm.

But it would be wrong to exclude this part of her. Because Taissa NOTICES, Taissa CARES.

#yellowjackets #taissa turner #taivan #lesbian #taishauna #jackie taylor #jackieshauna

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ttoddii · 2 months

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touch starved bada headcannons

pairing(s): bada lee x f!reader, bada x floor (are you proud of me carly)

warnings: smut, MDNI, AGELESS BLOG DNI, phone sex, exhibitionism(?), long distance, not proofread, bad description, bad grammar, lowercase intended.

a/n: the cunty idea that me and carly had been talking about since the very first day we met. i hope y'all enjoy this, even when i write smut like i'm virgin mary 💀

special note: i love you carly bestie mwa mwa.

taglist: @missminho; @taniio; @vvsbada (comment under my posts to be add/remove)

⊹₊ ⋆ you and bada had always been like moon and star, wherever she is, you are, and vice versa, so when she has to leave for one of her oversea dance class, and you guys were forced to be separated, bada did not take that lightly.

⊹₊ ⋆ bada would call you every single night saying that she miss you a lot, and she wish you could be there with her right now.

⊹₊ ⋆ would be very open with you about what she want to do if you're there. hugging you, kissing you, fucking you senseless.

⊹₊ ⋆ touch starved bada who would go to class planning to focus on work but immediately think of you when she grind herself against the floor.

⊹₊ ⋆ bada who would try to regain her composure but couldn't help it when her mind is clouded with how pretty you look under her when you guys are fucking in bed.

⊹₊ ⋆ usually when bada dance she would already feel the hotness build up through time, but this time, when she's away from you, and her mind is hazy from how she couldn't focus, she could feel her whole body burning from neediness.

⊹₊ ⋆ bada who would take glances at the clock every now and then to wish for the time to pass by quicker.

⊹₊ ⋆ when the class is finally over and everyone take their leave, she would immediately take out her phone to text you.

⊹₊ ⋆ poor baby has to deal with her touch starved self on her own :(

⊹₊ ⋆ would call you as soon as you reply to her text and tell you how needy she is.

⊹₊ ⋆ "fuck baby i am so hot right now i need to let off some steam"

⊹₊ ⋆ touch starved bada who would touch herself everywhere while on call with you in hope to let the hotness die down.

⊹₊ ⋆ she would be touching her breast, wrapping her arms around her waist, imagining how you would do the same to her when you guys are in bed.

⊹₊ ⋆ bada would grind against the floor, searching for the friction she much needed, but never get what she want, it's just not you :(

⊹₊ ⋆ touch starved bada who would occasionally give out a breathy moan or fasten up her breath when she touch herself in the right place.

⊹₊ ⋆ bada would make sure to compliment you, imagining you under her while she grind herself against the floor, making you blush even through the screen.

⊹₊ ⋆ "fuck baby you're doing so good, keep grinding, just like that"

⊹₊ ⋆ bada who would turn on the camera so you know how badly she needs you to be there so she could do all the things she's doing on screen.

⊹₊ ⋆ mean bada who would make you turn on your camera so she could see your pretty face while she say the dirtiest things to turn you on.

⊹₊ ⋆ "god i wish i could thrust up that pussy right now"

⊹₊ ⋆ "darling i think i'm about to cum"

⊹₊ ⋆ bada who would ask for permission to cum while her brows furrow and her teeth bite down on her lower lip.

⊹₊ ⋆ bada who would definitely fuck you until you cannot walk properly when she come back.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ bonus:

🌊: pick up the phone, i won't wait for long.

scared that she is having trouble with something, you immediately pick up the call that shows on your phone.

"bada what happened?", you asked, your hurried tone clearly indicating that you're worried about her.

and bada respond with turning on her camera, her body barely being cover with how she had thrown her jacket to the side, her thin shirt not doing its job with how her sweat seep through the white fabric, revealing the bra inside.

"fuck, i'm just... very needy right now, need to fuck you so bad", bada said, her voice low and husky with how she's feeling.

and you stare, wishing that you could be there when bada almost lay on the floor, her strong lean arms holding her body up as her lower body thrust itself to the floor slowly, yet sharply.

"gonna fuck you so good you can barely remember who you are, gonna please you, you would like that wouldn't you"

you could only stare, speechless at what she's doing, but you would also feel yourself getting hotter by the second as you look at how your girlfriend grind on the floor, thinking of you.

but again, you can take control, with how hazy bada's eyes are, how needy she is, how she is basically squeezing her own breast, how she needily try to get herself some friction from grinding against the floor.

you can definitely take control of the all mighty girlfriend you has.

"bada, touch yourself for me"

#bada swf2 #bada smut #bada lee smut #bada x reader #bada lee x reader #swf2 x reader #swf2 #⟢ tod's chaos #☪︎₊ ⊹carly bestie

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willixmsonswife · 9 months

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rest/leah williamson

*leah williamson x fem!reader *the word 'rest' is simply not included in leah's vocabulary *tiny argument and mentions of her torn acl at the beginning but happy end :)

*2.75k words

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"I tore my acl." Those were definitely not the words I wanted to hear from Leah when I walked into her room. I had watched her limp off the pitch during the match and I wasn't able to concentrate on the rest of it. I had to wait until she was in the hospital to see her because the security wouldn't let me. "She's my best friend, she needs me!" didn't really change their mind.

So I waited three hours in my apartment, car keys in one hand, phone in the other. I almost dropped my phone when it rang and immediately accepted the call. "Hello?" I tried to hide the worry in my voice but it was still very present. "Hello is this y/n y/l/n?" An unfamiliar voice answered. "Yes, that's me. Who is this?" Maybe it wasn't the call I was expecting. "I'm a nurse at the St. Marys Hospital in London and I'm calling for Leah Williamson. She would've called herself but she has to undergo an MRI at the moment. I'm calling you because your number was marked as the one to call if something happened and I think she really needs someone to be by her side." I felt my heart drop further and further while the nurse talked. Leah had to undergo an MRI by herself and I was probably the only person that knew that she was terrified of those machines. Plus, an MRI was not a good sign for her knee. "Okay, thank you for calling me. I'll be there in 15 minutes." I hung up and just stared at my phone. What if she really tore her acl? What if she couldn't play football for the rest of the year? That would be pure torture for her and it would absolutely destroy her not only physically but mentally. She worked so hard to be selected for the World Cup and wore the captain armband with pride every single time. I had to be there for her through all of it. I stood up and drove to the hospital as fast as I could.

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"Excuse me? I'm here to see Leah Williamson. A nurse called me earlier saying that-"

"Ah yes, you are miss y/l/n right?"

"Yes, yes that's me."

"Miss Williamson is currently staying in room 204 which is just across the corridor on the right side." She pointed towards the direction and I thanked her before searching for the right room. 200, 202, 204. There it was. I took a deep breath. I had to be calm now, I had to pull myself together for Leah.

I knocked three times and heard her response soon after. "Come in." So I did. The first thing I saw as I entered were her jersey and her shorts, neatly folded on a chair at the other end of the room. I took a few steps towards her bed but she only looked at me when I stood directly next to her. "I tore my acl." Her eyes were bloodshot and I could hear in her voice that she already cried. "Lee, I-"

"No. Please don't say anything. I don't want to hear your encouragements and how everything's going to be fine! It's not! I'm not able to play in Australia and I'm gonna let the whole team down! It's not going to be fine!" Her voice became louder and louder while she talked and she screamed the last sentence. I was well aware that this anger was not directed towards me but more towards the fact that this happened to her, now, and that she couldn't do anything about it. So instead of telling her that, I hugged her tight. I could feel her tense muscles relaxing at my touch and she just gave in to her feelings. "Why did it have to be me? Why now?" She said in between sobs, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know Leah, I'm so sorry." I just held her and rubbed her back comfortingly while she cried.

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This whole situation happened over two months ago. Leah was now past the surgery and had started rehab. It was going well but one thing bothered me extremely. "Leah?" I stopped the episode I was watching and sat up from the sofa. The apartment was completely silent now that the tv had stopped. "Lee?" I went upstairs and knocked on her bedroom door. "Yes?" I opened the door and was met by Leah standing in front of her closet, only dressed in shorts and a bra, holding up a dress and a blazer. My eyes instantly moved from her well trained body to the floor, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable. "Oh hi y/n. What's up?"

"I, eh- I called you from down stairs. Wanted to know what I should make for dinner."

"Oh right. You-" She turned around to face me and saw me looking down, embarrassment unfortunately still clearly written on my face. "You can look at me y'know?"

"Oh, I just- I didn't know if-"

"y/n, we're living together. We're best friends and room mates. I'm absolutely not bothered by you looking at me and it does not make me feel uncomfortable. Trust me." I lifted my head and her piercing blue eyes looked straight into mine. My cheeks immediately turned a bit redder but I tried to ignore it, hoping that she didn't notice. Unknown to me, she did and she wasn't upset about it one bit. "So, dinner. What should I make?"

"Actually, I'm going out this evening. You only have to cook for yourself."

"What? You're going out? Again? With who and where?"

"With Alex, she invited me as her plus one to this event and-"

"Lee you can not possibly be serious right now."

"What do you mean?"

"Leah, you had your surgery two months ago and only started rehab, It's going well, yes, but the doctor still said that you have to take things slow especially going out for so long. You already met up with over ten different people in not even two weeks! You have to rest and give your knee a break, please."

"Oh and you suddenly care about that? So you don't want me to return to my normal life and just have fun with my friends? You want me to stay home and just do nothing apart from the rehab? What great best friend you are!"

I tried my best to stay calm, not wanting to start an argument at this moment.

"That's not what I said and you know that. I just don't want you overwork your knee and set you back in you rehab because we both know that that's the last thing you would want right now. You just have to accept that your life is not the same as before right now but-"

"I know that it's not the same! I had to actually come to terms with the change, you didn't! You could just continue your life like nothing happened because nothing happened to you! You didn't tear your acl, you didn't have to undergo surgery, you don't have to go to rehab four times a week because your life didn't change one bit!" I did not expect her to start yelling at me. I just stood there and didn't move, scared that she would just snap again. I did not deserve any of those accusations and I was totally aware of that.

"You know what? Go to your event. Why don't you just stay at Alex' house for that matter? So you two can just party all night long and forget about everything."

I saw in Leah's eyes that she knew she had overstepped a line. "y/n-" She took a step forward and reached for my hand but I stepped back.

"No. You don't get to do that Leah. I know that your life is hard right now but I'm doing everything I can to help and support you. I cook for you, I drive you everywhere, I go to rehab with you because you don't want to feel alone and I even started to work from home just so you don't have to feel lonely in our apartment! And you know why I do that? Because I love you okay? I love you Leah and I would do everything for you, even tear my own acl just so you have someone who feels what you had to feel! I love you way more than I should and I'm sorry that I care about your health and your wellbeing so much."

With those words I left her room and stormed into mine, which was just across from hers. I slammed the door shut before she could even think about following me. Hot tears streamed over my cheeks as I sat down on the edge of my bed. Leah and I rarely argued which I was extremely thankful for. And normally we always apologized to each other minutes after it enden because we couldn't stand the thought of being mad at one another. But not this time. This fight was the biggest one we've had and I knew that it wouldn't just be solved by saying sorry.

Thinking about the fight, I realized what I said to her. Did I actually confess my feelings to her in an argument? Oh god. I let myself fall onto my bed and just wanted to turn back time. How could I be so stupid and let my emotions get the best of me?

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About half an hour later I heard Leah's door open. I could hear her stop in front of my door and I imagined her standing there, only a few meters away from me, contemplating what to do or say next. Then she knocked. "y/n?" I couldn't get myself to answer and just continued to stare at my ceiling. At least I had stopped crying now. "I- fuck. I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry. That argument escalated way too fast and I- I don't even know what I wanna say. I'm sorry. I'm going now, Alex is waiting outside. Call me tomorrow, please."Her voice broke and I could hear that she was as close to crying as I was. And yet, I didn't answer. She was allowed to do whatever she wanted and I was not going to stop her. I listened to her steps as she walked downstairs, struggled to put on her shoes and finally left the house. She didn't slam the door like I did, she closed it carefully, like everything was normal. Except it wasn't. I had this weird feeling like something heavy was laying on my chest and I couldn't breathe properly. Maybe it was good that she left, maybe that was what we needed. A watery smile appeared on my lips when I thought about it. Who was I even kidding? I already missed her even though she only left 10 minutes ago. How pathetic was that? I slowly made my way out of my bed and carefully opened the door as if someone was still here that I could possibly bother. I took the same steps down stairs that Leah took only a few moments ago. The tv was still on pause so I just sat down and continued to watch F.R.I.E.N.D.S aimlessly. Just when I thought about calling Keira to tell her about everything that had happened, I heard someone opening the door. Who was that? The only person who had a spare key was Keira and the last time I checked she was in Barcelona. My eyes were fixed on the door. The remote In my right hand, I was ready to throw it at- "Leah?" I lowered my hand and looked at her confused. "What the fuck are you doing here? You're supposed to go out with Alex." My confusion was replaced by slight anger as I recalled the events from earlier. "Oh y/n, I- I didn't expect you to be downstairs. I thought-"

"What are you doing here Leah?"

She closed the door behind here and took her shoes off before she came to sit on the couch next to me. I turned so I could face her and watched her carefully as she placed a bag on the small table next to us. "Please let me talk y/n. I need to apologize to you."

I nodded, signaling her to continue and that I was listening.

"Okay so, I need to tell you that I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said any of the things that I said earlier because you don't deserve it. You did everything you could for me and I took it for granted which it's absolutely not. You didn't have to do that and yet you still did because you care for me. You stayed by my side during the time before the surgery, encouraged me right before it and were the first to visit me afterwards. You helped me come home and made me feel more at home than I ever felt before. I want to thank you for that. It might take more than just this apology but I'm willing to do everything for you that you did for me."

"Leah-"

"No, I'm not finished." She took my hands in hers and gently stroke her thumb over the back of my hand.

"During those couple months, I could always count on you, you were always there for me. You made me feel things I never felt before. I'm not the best at expressing my emotions and I think you're aware of that." I chuckled and a small smile made its way onto her face. "But this is different. Every time you drove me somewhere, rehab, the store, literally anywhere and put your hand on my thigh to comfort me, it felt like small fireworks exploded in my whole body. I had no idea why that was the case but I just always wanted to be close to you. Every single touch, every single look, every single hug wasn't enough because I wanted to feel you close the entire time. What I'm trying to say is, I think I fell for you. No, scratch that. I'm madly in love with you y/n and when you told me that you felt the same in my room, my brain just couldn't process the fact that you actually said that." She let out a slight chuckle and looked directly into my eyes. "I like you too y/n."

"I- wow. I did not expect that. Are you serious?"

"One hundred twenty percent." I smiled and leaned forward to hug her. "Thank you Lee, I really appreciate it." I felt her place a kiss on my temple and my heart swell at that small gesture. "So what's in that bag?" I asked as I let go of her. "Take out from the Japanese restaurant that you love so much. I thought you might don't wanna cook after this whole thing."

I just looked at her, sitting in front of me, eyes full of love. "Thank you Lee. It's perfect honestly." I grabbed one of the take out boxes and Leah got us two forks from the kitchen. We settled on the couch and continued to watch the episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S that I had started.

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I finished before her and 'obliviously' put my hand on her thigh, tracing random patterns on it. I could feel her tense and just grinned. She placed her empty box on the table and I shifted in my seat until I faced her. She sensed my gaze on her and turned her head. "Do I have something on my face?"

"Nope, nothing." I moved my hand up a bit more and Leah's cheeks turned a dark shade of red. "So, I set off small fireworks in you?" I smirked at her teasingly and she just looked down, trying to hide her now crimson red cheeks. I lifted her head with one finger and leaned forward. "Was is too much?"

"Not at all Lee. I'm just glad to know that I'm not alone with that feeling." I whispered against her lips before I closed the gap and enjoyed her soft lips on mine. We parted after a few seconds and I rested my head on her chest. "It might take more than one kiss like that to convince me that you're not lying about this." I grinned and Leah let out a small laugh. "I think that's possible to arrange."

i'm baaack! this maybe took a bit more than a few day but eyyy, at least i finished it. i hope you liked it :)

and this whole text is not proofread so i apologize in advance for any possible mistakes

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I’ll Take Care of You (Leah Williamson x Reader)

Warnings: ⚠️homophobia⚠️

A/n: based off the song Take Care by Beach House. Also I know a few things aren’t accurate but just pretend. The words in itallics are the song lyrics :)

Prompt: Little moments of the reader and Leah taking care of each other, and just being in love.

Stand beside it, we can’t hide the way it makes us glow

You and Leah were standing in front of a yellow-ish back drop, both wearing fashionable outfits and getting ready to take pictures. You would be the first duo on the cover of the British GQ MOTY magazine, and you were ecstatic to be on the cover of a magazine, it was a first for you. You were both styled by the incredible Angelo Mitakos. Leah’s first outfit was a big baggy pair of jeans and a white tee shirt, along with a black captains armband and a pair of white sneakers. She looked amazing. You, however, we’re wearing a similar look but with beige trousers, and a white tee shirt, along with black mary janes and white socks. "Stand beside it! It makes you glow." Leah laughed as you stood directly under a bright light, squinting. Leah grabbed her phone and took a picture of you. She then walked to you and showed it. You looked adorable, your arms flopping at your side like an angry kid, your eyes small due to the squinting and your skin shiny from all the subtle makeup they had put on you.

It’s no good unless it grows, feel this burning love of mine, deep inside the ever spinning, tell me does it feel?

You and Leah were in the backyard of her childhood home, gardening. Her mother and father were inside, cooking away and laughing together, a happy old couple. You wished for that with Leah as you watched them, dancing around the kitchen and laughing. You soon felt a finger swipe your cheek and your head swivlled around to see Leah laughing at you her left hand covered in dirt. "Leah Williamson! I’ll tell your mother!" You threatened, wiping the dirt off your cheek but smiling at her wildly. "Focus on the carrots! If you plant them wrong then they won’t grow. They’re not good unless they grow!" Leah said, pointing at the carrot seeds you were supposed to be planting. You looked back at Leah and lunged on her, making her fall over into the grass. Leah shrieked but let you lie on top of her. "What are you doing?" She laughed. "My overalls are gonna be dirty." She said, looking at you. You placed your palms on both side of her body and looked down at her. You smiled and leaned down to pepper her face with kisses. Suddenly, you switched positions, grabbing her back and rolling so that she was over you. "Now my overalls are dirty too." You said, looking into her ocean blue eyes. "I hope you know how much I love you. How my heart… burns for you." Leah said to you, propping herself over you with her arms. You tilted your head slightly at her words. "I do know. I do, Lee."

It’s no good unless it’s real, hillsides burning, wild-eyed turning, till we’re running from it

You stood in a shoe store. Staring at a pair of supposedly vintage 1980 jordan’s. They were your dream shoes. But you wanted to know if they were real. If they were authentic. "Baby… I love shoes, and I love you. But you’ve been looking at those same shoes for thirty five minutes." Leah whined. You spun around to look at her. "I don’t want to ask him if there authentic. It’s rude." You said, looking at her with puppy dog eyes. "Then I’ll ask." Leah said, standing up and walking towards a man that worked there. She had a quick word with him and then walked back to you. "They’re authentic. He says you can check the tag in the shoe yourself." Leah said, walking behind you and placing her hands on your waist as you grabbed the shoe off the shelf. "Oh yeah… he’s right. It feels authentic." You smiled. "Why does it matter so much if it’s real or not?" Leah asked. "You’re joking! It’s no good unless it’s real, Leah." You said to her.

I’d take care of you, if you asked me to

"Yes. I promise. It’s all good. Serve yourself anything from the pantry, she won’t mind." You told Leah over the phone. You were staying at your sisters house while she was on vacation with her boyfriend. You and your sister both lived in London, but the heater in yours and leah’s apartment was broken so you were staying at your older sisters place. "I love you too, Leah-" you told her. "Yes! I’m sure! Leah just take something darling! I’ll be home in 20." You repeated, laughing and hanging up. You were in line at a coffee shop, your sister didn’t own a coffee machine and you and Leah were extremely coffee deprived. "It’s wrong you know." A voice said behind you. You turned around to look at a beefy looking man. "Excuse me?" You asked confused. "You’re a fucking dyke. God doesn’t forgive that." He said loudly. People were looking at the both of you now, but you chose to be the bigger person and you just turned to look in front of you, trying to hide the fact that your heart was beating stupid fast. "Fucking sinner. We should shoot you all in the fucking head." He yelled at you, pushing your back and sending you flying forwards, hitting your head against the counter and feeling warm blood trickle down your forehead. He left quickly after that and customers as well as baristas surrounded you and helping you up. A nice man gave you napkins and the barista gave you your order for free. But you walked the short walk home shaking. And when you got home, you broke down crying. "Baby, baby, what’s wrong?" Leah said, quickly coming up to you and taking the coffees from your hand. She put them on the counter and kneeled beside you as you had slipped down to the floor. You explained to her between hiccups what had happened. That night, you feel asleep with your bodies tangled, Leah holding you tightly, and her words of love in your ear. "I’ll take care of you. You’ll be okay."

In a year…

One year together. One year with Leah. How did you celebrate? Hiking. You both loved hiking. You rented a convertible, drove one hour to the best hiking spot in England, blasted music on the drive there and then climbed up the most breathtaking mountain. Once you got to the top, you installed a picnic and watched the sunset together. "You could?" Leah said to you. "No. I dont get cold." You lied, goose bumps on your arms. Leah trailed her fingers up your arm. "You sure about that?" It was a bit colder now that the sun had set, and you could only see Leah through a lamp you guys had brought. "Okay i’m a tad cold." You said. Leah pulled out her hoodie from her bag and handed it to you. You slipped it on and then both decided to get going back to the car. The hike back down was filled with laughter, teasing and kisses, and as you drove back home in the dark, the stars bright, the roof down, the air warm, you watched Leah sleep out of the corner of your eyes.

…or two,

Leah’s POV:

Two years with y/n. Two years with the girl that makes my world spin every day. Two years with the girl that makes my heart beat, and sometimes, my blood boil. But I wouldn’t trade her for the world. For our anniversary, we took a week off and went to spain. We visited Lucy and Keira and hung out with the Barcelona squad. We sightseed, hiked, and went to see the Barca men’s team play Real Madrid. It was a very exciting game. Eventually, we went out to eat supper on your last day. Eating late made y/n grumpy, but we didn’t really have a choice due to everything opening so late. When we had had a supper of tapas, i walked back, hand in hand with y/n, to our hotel and she fell asleep right away in your bed. I smiled at her tired figure, slipping off her shoes and socks and throwing a cover over her. I took a quick picture of her and gathered my favorite photographs of her to make an anniversary post. I looked down at her beautiful person, smiling at her slightly open mouth. I sat down beside her in bed, pulling the covers over us. I played with her scattered hair on her pillow, looking at her with nothing but love. "I love you. I love you so much. I love how you sleep, and how you play football. And I love how you smell and how you look disgusted when your confused. I. Love. You." I told her, before falling asleep.

You say swimming in the lake, we’ll come across a snake

Leah’s only secret from you was her fear of snakes. She hated them, but it was embarrassing to her, so she never told anyone. Most of the Arsenal girls had rented a big cottage together for a week they had off, it was chaotic, but amazing. The cottage had its own personal lake, and the girls were going to take advantage of it. You were sharing a room with Leah, Beth and Viv. It would not be a romantic holiday. But you didn’t mind, you were happy for this team bonding opportunity with the girls. In the washroom, you and Leah were taking your turn to change. Leah slipped on a black bikini that you tied in the back, you loved how they showed off her tattoos and her abs. You followed suite by putting on blue bikini with white flowers on them. You loved this bikini. "I can’t believe you didn’t bring the one I got you!" Leah whined as you both walked out of the room with jean shorts on. "Leah that bikini is for when our friends aren’t around." You laughed.

The lake was surprisingly warm, and some people swam and splashed around for a while, while other chose to just tan. Katie, Viv, you, Beth, Leah, Gio and Rafa were in the water the longest, playing with a ball, doing chicken fights and just messing around. But eventually you got tired. "I’m going out." You told the girls who whined. Leah grabbed your waist and spun you around as you tried to walk away, brining you in to a kiss as the girls cheered. "I’ll join you in a few minutes." Leah said. "Okay then." You smiled. You walked out of the water and onto the beach and lied down on your towel beside Lotte and Sabrina. You laid on your stomach, soaking in the sun when you heard a loud screech and splashing. You sat up to see Leah running out of the water and toward you. You stood up quickly and Leah took the opportunity to tackle you into a hug. You put your hands over her head, holding her steady. You knew it was nothing serious as you saw the girls in the water chuckle. "What is it baby?" You asked, laughing a bit. "It’s not funny! There was a snake in the water!" Leah said, still holding you tightly against her. "Water snakes aren’t poisonous. Not in this part of the world anyways." You whispered to her, gently strolling her wet hair. She eventually pulled away and looked at you with a frown. "I don’t like snakes. At all." She said. "I know." You answered. Leah looked at you suspiciously. "No you don’t. It’s my secret. I’ve never told anyone." Leah said. You smiled at her lovingly and tapped the towel beside you. She sat down beside you, resting her head on your shoulder. "You refuse to watch the second harry potter movie and when we watch any of the other movies you excuse yourself to the washroom, or to get more snacks every time Nagini is on screen. I was looking to get another tattoo and you were adamant on not letting me get a snake tattoo. I know you." You told her. Leah stayed silent for a while before lifting her head from your shoulder and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "I take care of you, Leah. You know that."

Feel it’s heartbeat, feel what you hear, far so fast it feels too late

Today had been a bad day. You were experiencing horrible period pain and all of training you were making mistake after mistake. It got so bad you took yourself off the pitch an hour in. You had asked Leah for a moment to yourself as she tried to follow you into the changing room and she respected that which you were thankful for. You were unhappy, in pain and angry. You had thrown your cleat against the wall and then doubled over from the cramps. Now, it was 9:00 pm and your head was lying on Leah’s chest. Your hand was over her heart, you liked feeling what you could hear, and her heart beating, knowing it was beating for you, that was the most comforting thing ever.

I’d take care of you, if you asked me too, in a year or two

Leceister v Arsenal. It was the 47th minute when a corner was taken for Arsenal. The ball was sent in and Leah made a run towards the front post, the ball hitting her head awkwardly. She didn’t go down but you jogged over to her, noticing the dazed and foggy look in her eyes. "You okay?" You told her, a hand on her back. "Yeah. Get back to your position." She said almost incomprehensibly. You nodded but made a point of walking close to her. She only made it to the outside of the box when she started falling to her knees, clearly having passed out. You were expecting that to happen, or at least, you were ready for it. you grabbed her under the arms and caught her fall. She leaned forward on her arms as medics came running over. Head injuries were taken very seriously. You stayed by her side the whole time as the woman too a look at Leah’s head. Eventually, she got back up and was okay to continue. You clapped her on the back and smiled at her, leaving your position. When the game ended and both teams made it to the tunnel, you found Leah and hugged her. "Shit. Don’t do that again." You told her, pulling away and cupping her face. "I’ll try." Leah laughed.

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haii I can request modern lottie headcanos ?

Warnings: Jock (but also nerdy?) Lottie, Lottie is a loser-virgin, use of every single cliche in the book, for the sake of the story let's pretend they have this instant chemistry moment, fluff fic, humorous writing, not proof read, the author regrets begin born.

A/N: hey anon, remeber when I said I had an idea and wanted to make this a oneshot instead of a headcanon? Well, I completley forgot my idea and this brewed in my head last minute, so I tried to put this thing thogeter. This story isn't very good but I hope you will like it!

Lottie is one of the most popular girls in school. She is on the soccer team, she is rich and she is beautiful, men and women alike fall to their feets for her attention. She simply has to get to the top of everything, whether it is school or soccer, making the ones around her jealous of her or to be her. Lottie is tough, both in body and spirit: during practice she manages to get going for hours, even when her teammates are tired. During exams, she remembers almost everything she studied and only a few times she has failed, due to laziness and too much faith in her abilities. She has told herself to never slack off ever again and so she continues practicing after school in her backyard, no matter if it's freezing or raining or just a bad day, she pushes her body to the limit almost every day. She studies hours on hours on hours, just after her endless practice, till midnight; sometimes she consumes her dinner while studying for her next exam. Lottie has virtually no time for herself anymore, but she knows it's her fault. She knows that she does this to appease her father's wishes for her life and that she will never make him proud. She tells herself that she's ok, that she can continue doing this without repercussions.

She is on fire today, she has just passed one of the most difficult tests of the year without breaking a sweat attracting to herself the envy of various people -and Natalie's-, had successfully exposed a presentation in class -"How cults can change people psyche", by Lottie Matthews-, and now is practicing, having just scored a goal after being chased by Taissa and making her repeatedly taking her to the ground. Lottie is triumphant, sweat coating her skin and a smile gracing her lips, the same smile that made people develop crushes for her. "Ok team, I want you to try and score a goal, Lottie, Taissa and Van, you guys try to stop them, ok?" Coach Ben says.

Lottie moves to her place near Taissa, ignoring the looks the girl gives her, Van behind the, waiting for the ball. When the coach blows the whistle, the teams move: Shauna passes the ball to Mari, in a fake attempted attack from right, trying to get past Taissa, the ball is passed to Laura Lee who has already run across the field enough to not be worried about Taissa. The only obstacles left between her and the goal are Lottie and Van. The latter won't be a problem, when Laura will kick the ball from the underside angle, sending it to the far corner of the net; the real problem is Lottie. The girl is tall and strong enough to turn the situation to her favor and virtually leave Laura's and the rest of the team empty handed. And, to top it all off, she's on fire today. So, Laura Lee devises a plan: as soon as Lottie will corner her, she will fall back and kick the ball as high as she can, attempting to send it through the net. Lottie will not budge, she thinks, -"She is too smart to fall for this..."- but she will at least attempt to try.

Lottie has stayed still until now, determined to be the one to stop her teammates. Her muscles tighten, ready to strike, until her attention is on someone else, someone on the seats.

There are quite a few people here besides you and your friends. They had invited you to watch the Yellowjackets practice, more in particular to watch the Yellowjackets practice. You have sat in the nearest line to the field, wanting to crawl out of your seat whenever one of your friends made a loud remark about one of the girls. "Like, oh my God look at Natalie '' Hayley sighs dreamily, "I want to make sexy pottery with her '' Jessica scoffs at her "Say what you want about Natalie. Have you looked at coach Ben? He is so hot!" she says while twirling a strand of her hair. "I think he's gay Jessica..." she gasps "How would you know? The other day I saw him handing to Travis a bunch of condoms, he must like girls!", "That's not how it works Jessica..." you argue with her "Shut up," she scoffs at you. You turn your head away from her to avoid her anger, looking towards the field as you see number seven -Lottie, that must be her name- moving in position to defend the net. "...and how would you know? Your life is so boring, you never even had a relationship yet!"eyes scanning her face up and down, you look at Jessica ``I haven't but at least I don't drool for every human beginning in school" you remark at her, earning a glare that could kill.

"Shut up! Stupid asshole..." your eyes return to the soccer field, now focused back on the players: you see Lottie staring at you, her eyes never leaving yours even for a split second, you and your friends must've been loud for her attention to be on anything else other than practice. Neither you or her break eye contact, both in an almost hypnotic state, so, neither you or her notice Laura Lee screaming out for her teammate.

The second Lottie refocuses back on the game, the ball hits her face at full speed; Lottie stumbles back holding her nose, blood flowing freely from it, she loses her footing and falls on the ground. "Fuuuck!'' The team rushes to their friend, Laura Lee is profusely apologizing while trying to hold her best friend who isn't in the right mood to be manhandled. Coach Ben kneels next to Lottie and inspects her face: on the bridge of the nose, right where the ball has hit her, Lottie has a small red bump and her nose seems to be slightly pushed to the left side. "We need to take the infirmary..." he states and helps Lottie up, before Misty can get her hands on her classmate's face and cause more damage. She walks back with Ben with shame, and when she looks back to see you worried over her, she can't bring herself to look at you.

At the infirmary, she gets a pack of cold ice and after one hour, the nurse, a middle aged old woman who looks like she's done with life, walks over to her and takes away the ice pack. Her hands move and test around Lottie's nose, manhandling her -she looks like a small scared child-. "Take a deep breath with your mouth...", she's confused as hell but does so, feeling the nurse's hands move again on her nose, "...and don't panic". -What?- the nurse's fingers block her nose and push strongly to the right side, readjusting the bone. Lottie lets out a banshee-like scream "Fuck me!" and she hold her face, muffling her scream in her hands, "Don't move too much or you could crook it again". Her fingers move across the nose skin, it definitely hurts but now she can breathe again: the nose still has a small red bump at the middle of its length. "Yeah, that's not going away", the nurse says while arranging some things in a box, "What?".

Her father had wanted to sue both the nurse and Laura Lee's family as soon as he saw how his daughter's nose looked, but with some convincing, Lottie had managed to make his anger drop. Today, some time after the whole fiasco, Shauna has come to pick her up for school, usually she would use her father's limo but today she felt like beginning with a friend -and exploiting her a bit- than with the old decrepit driver her father hired. As soon as she enter Shauna's car, the other girl lets out a small pained hiss at Lottie's nose. "...Is it that noticeable...?", Shauna let's out a small hum and moves uncomfortably under Lottie's dark gaze. "I mean... I see it because I was there, but it's not tha-" Shauna is interrupted by Lottie's frustrated sigh and cries. "God! This is just what I needed..." she mutters into her hand, Shauna drops her hand on her friend's shoulder "Come on...It's not that bad, no one will notice". Lottie moves to look at Shauna, her eyes are tearful, "That's literally the first thing you noticed about me today". A gulp travels down Shauna's throat "Uhm..." the taller girl looks her dead in the eyes "This is the part where you, as a friend, would comfort me". The car engine starts, Shauna lets out a embarassed cough while she starts to move the car "...Let's go".

"Ouch..." Taissa says to her while munching her sandwich, the whole soccer team is in the cafeteria for lunch, Lottie had been the last one to join the team 'cause her classes ended later, of course that would involve her not-so-glorious entrance in the room, where everyone had looked at her weird or with pity. "Laura Lee hasn't come today...She's feeling pretty guilty for what she's done. I think this will stay inside her little fanatic brain for a while" Taissa laughs while exchanging a kiss with Van, "And she's right. If I were you, Lottie, I would have punched her in the face ages ago" Natalie barges in the conversation. "Changing topic, tonight there's a party. At Randy's' ' the blonde girl mutters while focused on rolling something that Lottie is pretty sure isn't a normal cig, "I don't know if I'll be there... I don't feel really good". Natalie lets out a scoff, momentarily messing up her rolling before continuing again, "Come on Lottie, It's only a party. Besides, your 'little incident' is not that visible ''. Taissa stares at Natalie with a look that says 'Really?' , "Geez, how about some fucking decency Natalie?" she spats out receiving a roll of eyes from the other girl "The point is, going to a party won't be that big of a deal". Everyone seems to turn to Lottie, waiting for her response, "...Ok".

Night has come, and with it, Lottie's uneasiness. The party had proved to be a lot more crowded than she imagined, it was packed with people who were beginning to drink by the time the Yellowjackets had come. Jackie had placed her hand on Lottie's shoulder, stroking it reassuringly "Don't worry Lottie, we won't go anywhere" and for a split second, Lottie had believed her and smiled reproaching the smile, before she had looked away -for one fucking second-, and all of her team had left to so their things: Taissa and Van had two red cups in their hands and were flirting to one angle of the room, Jackie had blindedly followed Jeff somewhere with Shauna trailing behind her and Natalie was gone to God knows where, probably doing drugs with those toxics of her friends. So, as she had been sure all this time, Lottie was alone. A sigh escaped her lips, her brows furrowing in annoyance and creating a small wrinkle between them, and worry showing in her eyes. She makes a bee line to the kitchen, finding it almost empty except for a drunk couple in one of the dark corners; on the table amidst all the discarded red cups and leftover foods, sits a clear glass bowl of red-blood punch with some ice and a slice of orange floating in. Lottie takes one of the clean cups and fills it to the brim with alcohol. She drinks her worries away feeling the liquid heat her from within, before she knows she has gulped down half of it. Her hands search for her cigarettes in her jeans pocket, finding only a few left: taking one she holds it between her lips but realizes she has forgotten her lighter at home, "As if this night couldn't be any worse...".

When you walk into the kitchen, you see the same girl who yesterday almost got half of her face blown off -Lottie, you remind yourself-.

She's dressed in high waisted dark gray jeans, a long sleeved black shirt and a pair of glasses which made her look far more nerdy than she might have intended. "Oh, hi!" she turns around so quickly that some of the liquid spills out of the cup and pours on her fingers, but she doesn't seem to care all that much, all her attention is on you. "H-Hi...!". Walking over to her, you smile "You are Lottie right? You got pretty hurt some time ago, huh?", gulping down dryly her eyes focused on your lips resting on the cup ridge "Uhhhh, uh, ehm, yes yeas, yeah that's me...". Eyes hazy and unfocused, she doesn't hear you calling out for her "...ttie. Lottie? Earth calls to Lottie, are you there?" she jolts up a second, straighten her spine and avoids to look you in the eye. "Uh, yeah I'm here, just a little distracted" her throat clears and she lets out a small laugh. You look at her, you notice the way she seems to be around you: gone is the confident jock from the soccer team, all that's left of her is a girl who's too shy to talk without stuttering every few seconds. "Say, would you like to get to know each other?" her throat clears before she nods her head slightly with a little smile. "So, what do you like to do, you know, besides soccer?" you lean on the table while sipping on the punch, "Well, I like partying, usually, and -you know- soccer is all my life. I play the guitar sometimes..." your gasp interrupts her, "You'll have to let me hear something one day!". Lottie tells you more about her life: she tells you about her father and mother, about how she's always alone in that big cold house of hers, about how she likes the soccer team a lot -except Jackie sometimes- and of her love for teen dramas, especially Dawson's Creek.

The alcohol starts to make your body heat, she looks so good under dimmed lights; you sip down the last drops of the alcohol and throw the empty cup on the table, slightly scaring Lottie. "Would you like to dance?" her eyes move to yours and shakes her head in approval "Of course!" you take her cup and set it on the table, placing your hand on hers and leading her to the living room.

The room is lit by red light, the music is so loud it makes her heart jump in her chest, but Lottie can barely hear it over the loud beating of her heart in her ears. You get close to her body and feel its heat, how her skin shivers when you touch her a little too long and how she can't even place her shaky hands on you. Everything is slow, heated, the red lights paint Lottie in a way you haven't seen before; you lock eyes with her and for a moment, you feel the need to kiss her, even if you have known her only for a few hours. You get closer to her, so much so that you can feel the raspiness of her breath when you eye her lips. It isn't surprising then when, in the euphoria you're both experiencing, you don't hear the heavy steps of someone getting closer to you.

You get yanked from Lottie's grip, someone spins you around until you've met with his face again. "What the fuck are you doing?!" he snaps at you, his brows are furrowed and he looks even more of a rabid dog than when you left him. "Hello Brandon..." he grips your arms tighter, bruising your skin underneath; his breath is on your face,reeking of alcohol. "Hello'? What the fuck are you doing with this bitch?!" he starts to tug you around, all the while continuing to spit in your face insults.

As soon as he lets go of you Lottie reaches out and manhandles you behind her; a stern look appears on her face. "Hey, what's your problem?" she looks him up and down, studying him "My problem is you, and people like you" he spats out. "Like me?" she can feel her blood pressure rising, his implication not missed by Lottie.

Brandon's friends are near him, some giggle but others are trying to hold him down from exploding further. "Yeah, people like you and this bitch over here" he gestures at you with a nod, he seems to get even more red than he was before, almost looking rabid, "What the fuck are you talking about?".

Brandon seems to have been pushed over the edge, a wild look in his eyes, he sweats and screams on Lottie's face "You fucking faggots! You gross shit! Scum like you shouldn't even exist!" people are gathering now near, the music seems to almost have gone silent, flashes and giggles surround you. Lottie grips your hand tight, so tight that it hurts, "Lottie..." she turns around, her other hand placed on your hip and starts to lead you out of the party.

"Let's go" her voice wavering: for a split second, she saw her father spilling insults at her after she had told what she really was. "Yeah you better go! We don't want disgusting shits like you around here" Brandon is held back by his friends when he attempts to chase after you.

Through her clouded mind, Lottie doesn't miss Brandon's next words "You aren't even that good at soccer, I bet your father is really proud of his shitty disgusting lizzie daughter". Lottie feels her knuckles crush bone beneath them, and regains her consciousness, realizing she had punched Brandon right on the nose, in the exact same way she was hit the day's priors. He falls on his ass in the middle of his friend group, spurting insults and imprecations at you and Lottie. Before you can look at him, you're tugged out of the party. You run with Lottie, both with the fear that he might get out of his friend's grapes and follow you; you run across the small patch of woods just outside of Randy's house.

The night is lit by countless stars in the sky, wind blows through the trees and inside of your heart an euphoric feeling blooms. When you end up at the other side of the trees, in a clearance, you start to laugh at your heart's content; your laugh is so contagious that it starts to affect Lottie too -who previously was looking at you like you were mad- making her let out chuckles of her own.

You hold on to her, much like you did when you were at the party, she hides her face into your neck while still giggling: you start to notice the position you're in, her breath hitches when she notices how close you are and -more importantly- where her face is. Dark eyes reflect the night sky, she looks at you with something akin to adoration for a second, before she composes herself and let go of you, clearing her throat. "So ummm... who was that guy?" you rethink about the events of the night and -trying not to think- about how good Lottie looks right now. "He was my ex-boyfriend. He has been going a bit crazy since I broke up with him. I told him I... liked girls and he has been bothering me ever since I left him" Lottie let's out a small 'oh' of approval, taking in all that you said. "So... you like girls" she hums in thought; you inadvertently let out a laugh "Of course! I thought it was pretty obvious from how I was looking at you". Her face becomes beet red -'Shit, I looked so stupid! Why did I asked that?!'-, she scratches the back of her head while averting your gaze. Her hand is held by yours, she follows your movement and when she turns around, she's met with your lips on hers. She can't move the lips back, too stunned by your action to reciprocate the kiss but just when you thought of pulling away -'maybe she doesn't like me'- you feel her hands cupping your cheeks and deepening the kiss. -'Whoa... sparks...'- she thinks while deepening the kiss even more, it feels like millions of little light sparks shine on you and her. She's so close you can barely breathe, the air itself feels intoxicating, this is just too good to be true. When you pull away, both of you are blushing and messy, she looks amazing under the moonlight: hair messy, glasses slightly sliding to the side, skin so red and eyes watery. "Wow... this feels very... romantic..." she sighs into your neck, holding your chest to hers "We should do this more often..." you kiss her again, giddy, holding onto her neck "We definitely should!".

Something moves in the bushes rapidly, making both of you jolt up in fear that your ex might've catched up, Lottie is already ready to throw another punch, just when from the darkness between the trees, the Yellowjackets appear, all of them. "G-God!" an echo of 'oooh's' rise up from the group, Van begins the lead of them "Oh so that's what you were doing Lottie! We feared you got into a fight!". Van gets closer to you two, throwing her arm around Lottie's shoulders "Are you gonna introduce your 'friend' to us?", the taller girl puffs out a breath in annoyance "Oh fuck off!".

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