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woso-dreamzzz · 1 month

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Bonding

Arsenal Women x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Bonding night with the Arsenal girls

You're dressed in your special Auntie Stina Arsenal jersey as she assures your Morsa that everything is going to be okay.

Momma and Morsa have a special awards night thing that they have to make an appearance at so Auntie Stina is babysitting you. Your usual babysitters in Zećira and Jessie are busy tonight too so Auntie Stina gets to take you to Arsenal bonding night.

You're very excited and it's all you've been thinking about all week.

Momma and Morsa say goodbye to you and you instantly run up to Stina's car so she can get you clipped in and you can get to Captain Kim's house faster.

"Look who it is!"

Katie's waiting for you both by the door and she swings you up easily onto her hip and tugs at your jersey teasingly.

"A true gunner in the making! You'll play for us when you're older, right?"

You nod. "Yes!"

"Even if your mams want you to play for Chelsea?"

You pull a face, sticking out your tongue. "Not-Wolfsburg sucks!"

Katie laughs, delighted, as she gives you a high five. "That sounds right." She lets you climb down and scarper inside, toeing off your shoes in the entrance hall before following the sounds of music and talking further inside the house.

"Hi, Captain Kim!" You say when you see her," What's happenin'?"

Captain Kim laughs, her hand coming to rest of your shoulder as Jen wrestles with Beth on the floor.

"They're just being silly," She tells you," And trying to knock all of my things on the floor."

As if to prove the point, Beth crashes into a little side table with an ornamental vase wobbles precariously as she launches herself straight back at Jen.

"You should tell them off," You say," That's what my Morsa does when Erin and Guro are being silly in a dangerous way. She's the Captain like you're the Captain so you can tell them off if you want."

Kim laughs slightly. "That's a good idea. Captains do get to tell people off. Do you want to help me?"

"I'm not a captain though."

"But you are the big boss. I think that means you've got some captain powers too."

"Really?"

She nods. "Really."

"Okay!"

Captain Kim leads you over to where Beth and Jen are still wrestling. She whistles, shrill and high pitched and exactly the one Morsa uses when she needs to get Erin and Guro's attention.

"Stop wrestling in my house!" She orders before lightly nudging you.

"Yeah!" You say," 'Cause you're going to break something and then Captain Kim is going to make you do laps!"

From behind you, Katie chuckles.

"Yeah, you two!" She teases," Listen to Kim and the big boss!"

"Yeah!" You agree, stamping your foot so they know you're serious.

"Sorry, y/n," Jen laughs," We'll stop."

"Good," You say," Or else you'll have to run laps tomorrow."

You shriek as you're lifted into someone's arms. You're flipped upside down as Leah's hands attack your sides.

"Look at you!" She laughs as you shriek and try to wiggle away. "Little captain in the making!"

"My mummies are captains!" You say when she finally puts you the right way up.

"You've got it in your blood!" Leah proclaims, tickling your sides again," Me and Kim'll make you into a proper captain though! Arsenal style, yeah?"

"Yeah!"

You think Arsenal bonding night is a lot of fun.

Katie helps you make a pizza where you put your pepperoni slices in a crude rendition of the Arsenal badge and she takes lots of pictures of you winning at Twister.

You end up sat between Auntie Stina and Beth for dinner as Auntie Lina selects a movie for you all to watch while you eat.

"Beth?" You ask.

"Yeah?"

"Can we call Daan? I miss her at Arsenal."

Beth laughs, already digging out her phone. "I think quite a few fans would agree with you."

The phone rings a few times before Daan's face fills the screen. Daan is a very happy person, you think, because she's always smiling when she sees you. You smile too.

"Hey, y/n!" She says," What're you doing on Beth's phone?"

"Callin' you!" You answer," Auntie Stina brought me to bonding because my mummies are busy!"

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

"I beat Leah and Captain Kim at Twister! I got chocolate as a prize!"

Daan laughs. "Good! Keep them humble!"

You giggle too. "Is Lyon fun like Arsenal?" You ask.

"It's fun," Daan replies," But I'm still learning the language. I'm sure it'll be more fun when I can speak French properly."

You nod wisely. "That's like when I came from Germany. I only knew a little English so I had to learn so I could have fun."

"It's exactly like that," Daan says," Hey, who knows, maybe you'll have to learn French too when you're older."

You think about that for a moment. You know when you're older, you really want to play for Wolfsburg. Arsenal too and maybe Barcelona as well but you'd never really thought about Lyon. You already know German and English so having fun at Wolfsburg and Arsenal should be easy.

If you went to Barcelona then you would have to learn Spanish. If you went to Lyon then you would have to learn French.

Your Momma tells you that you're very good at languages. She says she's always impressed by how easily you pick it up. Sometimes, she calls you a little chameleon because you speak your English like you were born here rather than with an accent like she and Morsa do.

You don't think it'll be too difficult to learn French if you went to Lyon.

Daan stays on the call for a bit longer before promising to send you her Lyon jersey and you migrate from Beth and Auntie Stina to the floor with Leah and Katie.

You drag a blanket with you, tucking it around both of them like you do when you have sleepytime with Jessie and Niamh. The movie is still playing but you're a little tired so you lean heavily into Leah and kick you feet up into Katie's lap.

You yawn.

"You tired, kid?" Katie asks and you nod.

"Gonna finish the movie though."

Leah chuckles, the force of it rocking your whole body as she softly cards her fingers through your hair. "I'm sure you will."

You're out like a light before the second act begins.

#woso x reader #arsenal wfc x reader #arsenal x reader #arsenal wfc #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso #The Big Adventures Universe

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kamotecue · 3 months

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the unexpected transfer ✮ l. walti

pairing: lia walti x fem!reader

summary: after the world cup, you decided not to renew your contract with barcelona. a shocking transfer to the women’s super league had caught their attention, especially since you might not be on the same team. spanish!reader, leon!reader

part one and two

as the news of you not renewing a contract with barca, the whole football world was stunned as your transfer had been kept a secret, but you fixed the cap which hid your facial features as you rummaged through heathrow airport.

you’ve only brought a suitcase, and your personal bag filled with your belongings—the boxes had already been shipped to your house. a brunette female had caught your attention as she wore the club’s color—not to mention the logo was clearly seen.

“ms. leon, i trust that your flight was comfortable?” you appreciated the gesture, being in first class but during solo flights, you preferred being in the economy. but you gave her a small nod, talking was something that you had to warm up for.

as you arrived at the grounds, a few people were seen waiting out front of the building, you greeted them with a charming smile as the tour official began—the cameraman was filming you, as you listened well.

it was time for you to change into the jersey, the number you chose was 25 as 5 had already been taken. the pictures was the easiest part, you did a couple of poses—you holding your jersey revealed that you signed until 2025, a couple of waves to the camera and your personal favorite—the peace sign.

you faced your empty locker, pulling the shirt over your head, not noticing how the door swung open—revealing a certain canadian and her duo. what caught your attention was the tumblr, it had slipped from the canadian’s grasp and hit the floor, making you accidentally hit your head on the wood.

a wince escaped your lips, as you pulled the shirt completely over your head revealing jessie fleming and niamh charles, the chelsea duo. jessie flushed pink, as she frantically bent down grabbing her tumblr while niamh snickered at her friend’s clumsiness.

you brought your hands to your ears, adjusting the volume of the hearing aids, it’s what caught the attention of the two players.

“i take it, you’re the new signing?” niamh had asked, as you gave her a little nod. you pulled the black turtleneck over your head, slotting your arms through the holes before pulling it down.

“i’m sorry about that, my hand slipped.” jessie said, as a small chuckle escaped your lips.

“it’s alright, it happens. i’m afraid i need to go.” you softly said, grabbing your bag as you rushed by—the awkwardness was getting to you, as you exited the training grounds.

your transfer was officially, exactly at 12:00 am the club had released the pictures, welcoming you to the team and tagging you on the post.

┊┊┊┊ ➶ ❁۪ ｡˚ ✧ ┊┊┊┊ ➶ ❁۪ ｡˚ ✧

you know the drill, pretend that this is you with the number 25 on the jersey.

chelseafcw here’s to our newest signing, welcome aboard the chelsea family, @y/nleon!

liked by _jessflem, niamhcharles17, mbrighty04, liawaelti and 21,931 others.

_jessflem: welcome to the team, y/n! :)

niamhcharles17: couldn’t believe the rumours were true, glad to have you!

y/nleon: it’s good to be here!

user1_y/nfan: lia walti liking a chelsea post? 👀

#woso x reader #woso imagine #arsenal wfc imagine #lia walti x reader #lia walti #lia walti imagine

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iinsertblognamee · 8 months

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Buzzfeed; The 10 Times Sam Kerr and Y/N Arnold Made Us Believe in Love

any pictures are just for illustrative purposes, no face claim

10. They've Known Each Other for Years Before They (Finally) Started to Date

As many Matildas fans may be aware, the couple had met on the field back in 2011 when Y/N made her debut for the national team. It was Caitlin Foord (Matildas team member) who spilled the beans years later, claiming that from the moment they met, that was it. Although the pair weren't hiding their attraction to each other - when Y/N scored the second goal against Norway sending them into the next stage of the World Cup, Sam had been seen kissing Y/N during the celebration.

Picture Left; Westfield Matildas FIFA Women's World Cup 2011 squad Picture Right; Y/N Arnold scoring the second goal for Australia against Norway

In later years, Arnold was asked about the attraction between her and teammate Kerr, and she answered "We were both young when we met, she (Kerr) had taken me under her wing and a great friendship bloomed because of it. I think it was very much puppy love, rushed and a little naive - the rush of sneaking around and all that was thrilling and we liked each other enough to fall into it I guess. Feelings got hurt in the process and we removed ourselves (from the fling) before it could get too serious. She's always been my friend first and I think that really stood true during the following years and when we were both older and more mature we decided to go for it again - and here we are."

Clip; '21 Questions with Chelsea's Sam Kerr' The Women's Football.

Bonus; While being interviewed Sam Kerr admitted that she had a crush on Y/N Arnold from the moment she met her, although she didn't think the feeling was mutual. "It was our first training session together (Y/N and Sam), and we had been paired up and I was just so distracted by her that I kicked the ball too strong and hit her right in the face." she continued to explain, "I thought well that's my chance gone, though Y/N was so nice about it and even joked that she'd be able to tell our kids all about it later. Always nice to hear your crush talk about your non-existent kids." The interviewer adds, "Did she end up telling your daughter?" Sam nods her head as she laughs "It's one of Delilah's (Sam and Y/N's Daughter) favourite bedtime stories"

Turns out not even Sam Kerr can escape having a crush on Y/N Arnold. Do we blame her?

9. They Rekindled Their Romance in 2015 when both were signed on by Sky Blue FC

Picture Left; Y/N Arnold and Sam Kerr Picture Right; Y/N Arnold, Caitlin Foord and Sam Kerr

Both girls were signed on in 2015, joining Matildas team member and friend, Caitlin Foord. It's not certain what exactly happened during the off-season between the pair but by the time they were both on the field the attraction to each other was obvious.

One incident included when Y/N had been involved in a rough tackle, Kerr running to aid where fans spotted Sam planting kisses on her forehead as she was looked over by the team medic. At the end of the game when asked about the incident Sam simply said " I went to check on my teammate".

Clip; Interview with Sam Kerr regarding the game

Although we don't know what was said between the pair or if kisses were shared, we can't deny the chemistry the two have.

Dating rumours started after that match, with a 'source close to the couple' claiming that 'the pair had been living together for months and were very happy. Although the hit Y/N had taken a few days before had put everything in perspective for the pair. The two of them are ready to take that next step and come out to the public'.

These claims sent fans into a spin, asking both Kerr and Arnold as well as the other Sky Blue team members about the pair. The answer simply was that they were just 'close friends'.

8. Their love language is physical touch

'Close Friends' is one way of putting it. The pair when seen together can't seem to keep their hands off each other - and we're not mad. The public displays of affection are one we're living for.

so cute

7. They post about each other

It's no secret that these two scream 'couple goals' and continue to prove it with their Instagram posts. From birthday posts to game-day celebrations these two are each other's biggest fans. (And so are we!).

and of course with the post that started it all.

Instagram post; samanthakerr20 'Guess we should make it Instagram official'.

It was Y/N Arnold's big sister who gave us the confirmation we needed, with her comment 'Been dealing with this for years, it was bad enough in person and now I have to see it on social media too?'

6. Their Families

It's not gone unnoticed that Y/N Arnold's big sister is another Matilda star, Miss Mackenzie Arnold. Who also holds the place as one of Sam's Best Friends.

Although Sam wasn't sure that was quite the case when asked in an Interview what was one of the scariest things she's ever had to do. Her answer "Telling my girlfriend's sister (Mackenzie Arnold) that we were dating." she went on to explain that the pair had been keeping their relationship private in the first few months before Mackenzie had walked in on the two of them in a comprising position. "I just remember throwing the blanket over us and trying to explain what was happening but nothing would come out, I mean was in bed with my best friend's little sister. Y/N thankfully managed to break both me and Mac out of our shock and within seconds Macca was out the door. We ended talking later that night and I was so sure that she was going to kick my ass, but instead admitted that she had known for weeks and was seeing how long it would take for us to confess."

Thank god the two besties made it through. It seems that Sam and Mackenzie aren't the only two best friends. Y/N and Sam's sister seem to be close too, with Y/N being a part of her bridal party and the Godmother to one of her children (Along with Sam).

Picture Left; Y/N Arnold, Sam Kerr, Unknown and (Bride) Maddi Picture Right; Maddi, Sam Kerr and Maddi son (Y/N and Sam's Godson)

The Aussie girls have been seen having shared Christmas with both families and Y/N mentioned in an interview that both her mum and Sam's mum would catch up with each other - as far as sharing a hotel room when the pair would come over to London to see the girls.

Seems the Arnold-Kerr families are as tight as can be.

5. Tattoos

It's not a secret that Sam loves her tattoos, showing them off whenever given the chance. But we recently learnt that Miss Y/N Arnold had given Sam her very own tattoo tribute.

Take about permanent love.

4. A wedding

Yep. That's right, the pair got married back in 2020 with family and friends to witness just before the pandemic took over. Although we still have no pictures from the ceremony itself the honeymoon photos are just as cute.

When asked about the wedding, Sam gushed about how beautiful Y/N looked in her dress (we can imagine) and said it was the best day of her life. Although we're sad we didn't get an invite in the mail - we are very happy for the couple. And of course, at the confirmation from Y/N herself that she was now Mrs Kerr (the back of her jersey is now Arnold-Kerr)

3. A Scare

Any soccer fan knows what happened on the 11th of March 2022. The collision between Y/N Arnold and a West Ham team member had the soccer world at a still.

After the game, a statement was released explaining that Y/N was at the hospital getting medical care and would be out until further notice. It was also noted that Sam would be out for the next two games.

As scary as the situation was, Sam had been by Y/N's side the whole time, when Sam scored the next goal after Y/N had been taken off she kissed her ring finger. It didn't take long after the final whistle for both Sam and Mackenize to be off the field and making their way to Y/N.

A week later Sam posted a picture of Y/N, with a thank you for all the kind wishes.

We are just glad that Y/N was okay.

2. A baby

The pair certainly know how to surprise us - on Boxing Day in Australia (2022), Sam posted a snapshot of Y/N and a bump.

Instagram post; samanthakerr20 'hey baby & baby'

Fans (and us) went wild, the comments flowing with congratulations and support from fans, friends and family members. Although we were unsure when the baby was due, we didn't have to wait too long.

The next month (January 2023) Sam posted once again.

Instagram post; samanthakerr20 'Delilah Arnold-Kerr, 21/01/2023'

And from that the newest member of the Arnold-Kerr clan was born.

In separate interviews for the Matildas, Y/N and Sam were asked about parenthood. Y/N stating 'It's definitely crazy, I mean she's been here for three months and she's already grown so fast".

Sam commenting 'Our family and friends have been really supportive and helpful y'know. Both Y/N and I training for the World Cup so the time management with a baby and training is hectic. And of course, Y/N is just superwoman, D and I are very lucky to have her in our lives."

My favourite part was when at the end the interviewer asked how parenting looked on Sam and Y/N responded 'Well she's definitely my favourite milf'.

We 100% agree with you Y/N.

1.The World Cup

Although Sam was called out of the game due to a calf injury that didn't stop her (and baby Delilah) from cheering on the girls during the match. Every time Y/N would get the ball, a cheer could be heard from Sam. Talk about a supportive wife!

And when Sam was let back on the field the next game you best believe that Y/N cheered the loudest on the field.

But it was at the end of the game when Sam ran towards the crowd, grabbing Delilah and bringing her over to Y/N - the two of them sharing a kiss as the crowds around them cheered. Their little family is forever in our hearts.

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slvt4lanadelrey · 11 months

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Daylight | Jenna Ortega

Warnings: swearing

Jenna smiled graciously at the interviews, waving her hand at the camera directed at her face.

"Hello, my name is Jenna Ortega." She sweetly stated, smiling brighter at the black box in front of her. The interview began, a simple discussion on the young actresses life: talking about her future plans, her love life, everything a viewer would want to know about someone they practically worshipped.

"So, any partner in the picture?" Jenna immediately flushed, thinking about her latest interaction with a girl she met a few weeks ago. Jenna was stuck, her tongue rolling over her front teeth in thought; would you want to be named?

"Her name is Y/N."

Jenna's face was tinted with a pink hue, her blush easily picked up on the receiving side of the camera. The women directing the video smile, urging the women to carry on.

Jenna rubbed her hands together, smiling into the open space.

"I met her a couple months ago, she took my breath away in simple terms." She gazed past the camera, almost like she was in a trance at the thought of you.

"Personally, I think we had a meet-cue. She was at the beach, playing football. One of her friends kicked the ball too far, and it landed right beside me. Immediately, she came rushing over, extremely apologetic. She was rambling, a nervous wreck when she released who I was." Her dark eyes turned into a honey like fountain, irises diluting when she recalled the whole interaction.

"I'm warning you, Chelsea. Don't kick the ball too fucking far!" You warned your friend, the kick kicked the ball into the air retracting her foot before slamming it into the ball. Ignoring all the shouting you sent her way, the ball went past your body and landed right beside someone who was simply trying to lounge on a beach chair. You turned to face Chelsea, jaw slate with anger.

The girl who was just sprinkled with sand sprung to her feet, wiping away the irritating sand from her body: avoiding it invading her bathing suit.

You pushed your foot into the sand, sulking as you walked over to the instantly beautiful girl.

"Excuse me." Your voice betrayed you, speaking like a dog toy. You coughed, standing up slightly taller.

"I'm so sorry, my friend can't aim to save her life. Do-"

She turned to face you, her hair brushing out of her face and meeting yours. The first thing you took in was her eyes, she had piercing brown eyes: dark enough to be black, but you could see the slight caramel colour in the sunlight.

"Oh. You're Jenna Ortega, Wednesday Addams.." you were star struck, mouth dropped at the humiliating situation your friend put you in. Her face scrunched, her cheeks slightly sunburnt.

"Oh. No. I mean, no I don't know. I don't want Wednesday—" again you coughed, offering her your sweaty hand.

"I'm Y/N, who-who are you?" You knew you were making a fool of yourself, but hearing the silk-like sound of her laughter made everything seem fine.

"Pretty sure you already know who I am." The girl replied, shaking your hand. Whether it be the boiling weather, the lack of water in your system, but you could have sworn she had just as sweaty hands: did you have the same reaction to her? Was she nervous? Were you making her uncomfortable?

You retracted your hand, laughing into the air.

"Again, I'm so sorry." She shrugged off any problem, bending over to grab your ball for you.

"It's fine, honestly." She spoke like liquid gold, an absolute goddess to the ear: your body shivered, knees nearly bucking at the sound.

"Yo!" Chelsea shouted from behind the both of you, pressing a hand to her forehead.

"Hurry up and get her number, I wanna play more footy!" Your friend was known for being blunt, not reading the situation at all.

Jenna hummed into the air around the both of you, a teasing smirk on her lips when you looked back at her with an apologetic eye.

"Is that why you kicked a ball at me?" Jenna teased, pressing the ball to your chest. You shook your head, suddenly unable to speak.

"No, no. That's- she's–I didn't." You sighed, knowing you couldn't worm yourself out of this.

"I wouldn't purposely kick a ball at an unsuspecting victim." You tried to act as cool as possible, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand.

"Wouldn't you? Then, why did you do it to me?" Jenna asked, a snip In her tone. You released a heavy sigh, the weather causing a knot in your shoulder.

"I didn't mean to." You all but whined out, projecting your voice out to gain any sympathy.

"So you don't want my number?"

Your mouth dropped, you were left to stare wide-eyed. She was staring, she was known for having doe eyes with an adorable smile. Currently, she wasn't looking at you like a piece of meat to a hungry tiger; siren eyes, plump lips she'd occasionally damp with her tongue, a smirk on them too.

"Oh." Was all you managed to speak out, awkwardly standing on your feet; the sand was hot, burning your bare feet.

She challenged you with the look in her eyes, raking up and down your body.

"So do you want it?"

After that bold move on her part you two started dating, casually meeting up: every Wednesday, Friday and Saturday to spend time together, and you'd even went with her when she needed to re-shoot some scenes in her current film.

When she finally came to light, releasing she was sitting in an uncomfortable chair, eyes prying into her private life like vultures.

"We love that for you, Jenna. She honestly seems like a keeper." The interviewer smiled, turning back to the questions she prepared earlier that day for the women sitting in front of her.

Jenna ignored the change in pace, still so lost in the memories the both of you had already made.

"Yeah, she's only the best person. She's so authentic, honest and I think that is a really valuable quality because you can't just become it; you have to be it by nature." Jenna smiled, nodding along to everything she was saying; blushing at her own words.

"Of course our relationship isn't perfect, she has the power to annoy me. I- I really hate everything soppy, and I don't know, love in general was really off putting. My Y/N changed everything, she's my favourite view, her voice is my favourite sound, she's just my favourite person ever—"

"I really think i- I think I love her?"

When the interview wrapped up, Jenna was quick to leave waving goodbye to the staff before taking charge towards your house.

You were busy cooking, pouring different spices into the bowl in front of you. You hummed to yourself, singing along to the music playing around your whole kitchen. The soft symphony of the singer's elegant voice, preaching in such a way it brought a spark to your heart.

You were so caught up in the moment, mind completely focused you didn't hear the slam of the door, nor Jenna treading through your house with soft pads.

She leaned into the doorframe, watching how you acted when you were alone.

So carefree, reckless-abandon, and smiling like nothing could go wrong. Your back was turned to her, spinning on your heels with a huff of your chest.

After a little while, you finished up your cooking, put the food into the oven and she hugged your back.

Her face was pressed into your shoulder blades, taking in your sweet scent.

"I miss you." Jenna whispered into your ear, pressing a chaste kiss below your earlobe. Your body shivered, smiling into the room. You spun away, wrapping your arms around the girl.

"You were only gone for a few hours, Jen." You giggled, holding her tight into your arms. She didn't mind the tight hold, encouraging the way you clung to her.

"Did you not miss me?" She shrank into herself, a frown playing on her lips.

"I always miss you." You pressed a kiss to her lips, revelling in the way she kissed you just as hard back. Pushing your back into the counter, holding your face in her hands: stroking her thumb over your cheek bone, humming into the fast paced kiss.

"Wanna have dinner with me?" It was a rhetorical question, of course she wanted to spend more time with you; she'd take advantage of every moment she could spend in your arms, in your space, simply just near you.

"Duh."

You served her the meal, sitting down in front of her. She started talking about her day, you listening contendly.

"The interviewer asked about you." Your head perked up, a coy smile playing on your lips as your cheeks flamed red; the thought of Jenna being open and claiming you as her own sent a frenzy through your body.

"Yeah?" Jenna nodded, placing another fork full in her mouth, she tilted her head giggling before speaking again.

"I sort of told the world that I loved you, before I even told you.'" Your fork dropped, colliding with the floor with a loud clatter. Your eyes landed on hers, an audible gulp radiating through the room.

"You love me?"

Jenna smiled, the same smirk of her face just like the day she gave you her number.

"Obviously." She proudly stated, no shame or doubt in her mind as she claimed her truth. You stood up, kissing her skin with her lips. Her cheek was hot underneath your lips, burning to the touch.

"I love you." You told her, smiling into the crook of your neck.

"Well, I am Jenna Ortega." She jokingly said, giggling with you pulled away. You crossed your arms, rolling your eyes at her huge ego.

"Hurtful." You grumbled, pouting like a toddler, she cupped your cheek pressing her lips to yours.

"I love you too."

You pulled away, wiping your mouth dry.

"Even when I panicked and left you that one day?" You nibbled on your bottom lip, the single one problem in your life was the fact you were prone to fleeing a situation you couldn't handle; leaving Jenna, letting the door slam behind you as you did. Jenna nodded, adamantly.

"Even more so, you showed me a private side to your life, opening up to me so I could see the real you. Even when you get nervous, when your body forces you to leave, I'll still love you, Y/N." Jenna promised, kissing your face once again. You smiled, taking a deep breath.

"Oh god. I gotta learn how to fight, especially if people know who I am now. I know people will be mad that Jenna Ortega has a girlfriend."

#jenna ortega #tara carpenter #lgbt #jennaortega #wlw #vada cavell #lorraine day #wednesday addams #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x fem #jenna ortega x fem!reader #taylor swift #daylight #Spotify

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yelena-bellova · 11 months

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Heartfirst: A Ted Lasso Story - Chapter Five

Chapter Five: Golden Boy

Plot: Zava arrives at Richmond and some of the staff are more thrilled than others…specifically Y/n.

Warnings: f!reader, language, (16+)

Word Count: 4.6k

A/N: This chapter was quick to be cranked out, and Mr. Tartt finally enters the chat.

I’ve gotten a few requests for tags and as with most my fics, I’m only tagging 16+ with ages in bios. Looking out for younger eyes 👀

Hope you enjoy this one!

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The moment Zava had uttered the word ‘Richmond,’ Nelson Road was thrown into complete chaos.

Y/n, Keeley and Higgins had been working overtime overseeing plans for the official welcome event. Not only did Zava’s level of fame demand a big deal, but the whole city of Richmond was beside themselves with glee. They had to go all out.

“Okay,” Y/n said, typing out a quick text at Keeley’s desk, “Higgins says the red carpet was just delivered along with the banners.”

“Perfect,” Keeley replied, ticking off a box of the event’s long to-do list, “Did he say anything about ticket sales?”

Y/n and Keeley had been double-teaming the matter of Zava’s recruitment and had been meeting or speaking each morning since the Chelsea match. They were beginning to find their rhythm, passing tasks back and forth with a smooth stream of communication.

“Sold out,” Y/n answered, locking her phone and setting it down with a smile, “And have you been checking Twitter?”

“Oh, I know,” Keeley’s eyes widened, “Richmond’s been trending nearly every day. The power of celebrity!”

It was a PR blessing. Zava’s signing with the Greyhounds had completely blotted out the sewer meme, Nathan Shelley’s hateful comments, West Ham…the world’s eyes were on Richmond in the best possible way.

“Alright, so 10AM for the event’s start,” Y/n ran her pen down her task-list, “I doubt he’ll want to take pictures with fans, but there’s time to. But maybe a group one with the team would be a good idea?”

There was a light knock on Keeley’s door.

“Come in,” she called.

Opening and revealing Keeley’s latest hire, her friend Shandy, Y/n instinctively stiffened a little.

“I just thought of a great idea,” Shandy said with great enthusiasm, “What if we had…Zava dancers? Like they get for sports in the States,” Shandy gestured to Y/n, ”What do you think?”

Y/n and Keeley both wore the same over-exaggerated smile as they listened. Visions of Laker Girls and Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders danced through their minds.

“That’s…” Y/n slowly nodded, glancing over to Keeley, “An idea.”

“It certainly is,” Keeley nodded back before turning to Shandy, “But I don’t think we’ve got time to pull it together.”

Shandy’s shoulders fell in disappointment, “Oh, that’s true,” she pointed between Keeley and Y/n, “But still, save it for another time.”

“Definitely,” both women replied encouragingly, satisfying Shandy enough to head back to her desk.

Spending so much time at the KJPR office had presented Y/n the opportunity to help Keeley get Shandy adjusted to corporate life. It hadn’t taken more than two days for Y/n to realize it was a task that might kill her. She was carrying on as a favor to Keeley.

“Oh,” Keeley reached across and tapped the back of Y/n’s hand, “How’s it going, having Trent around?”

“Well, he’s catching us on a good week,” Y/n sighed as she began to gather her things. She had to get to Nelson Road and help oversee set-up with Higgins. “To be honest, I haven’t seen much of him, or anyone for that matter. It’s just been me and Higgins rushing in and out of each other’s offices. And Dani knocking on my door at least once a day asking if we should be doing more for Zava’s arrival.”

Keeley smiled as Y/n’s sentences ran on, “Oi, remember to breathe.”

Y/n chuckled, she’d been holding her breath since her first day at Richmond. There was no exhalation in sight.

“I’ll breathe,” she replied, opening the door and looking back to her boss, “Once this is over.”

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The next day, Nelson Road Stadium was bustling as soon as there was light in the sky. Come 10AM, the stands were packed with fans, all awaiting the arrival of the newest Greyhound….

Who hadn’t bothered to show up.

“Where the hell is he?” Rebecca hissed as Keeley, Higgins and Y/n all did double time on their phones, “Leslie! We do have a signed contract, don’t we?”

“Of course,” Higgins replied, “We have an e-signature. That’s legally binding,” his confident smile began to waver, “I think. I’ll make a call.”

Higgins went off with his phone while Keeley nudged Rebecca, “His agent hasn’t heard from him, but she’s tracked his phone, which is currently in Mykonos.”

“If he’s changed his mind again,” Rebecca whispered, “I’m going to look like an absolute asshole.”

“Well, there’s been no sightings of him anywhere,” Y/n continued scouring Twitter, “Doesn’t mean he’s not here…” she paused, flipping perspectives, “But it also doesn’t mean he is.”

“Maybe we can try and cheer them up somehow?” Keeley suggested, scanning the pack of bored reporters surrounding them.

Seated in the row behind them, Shandy popped up, “Do you want me to take my shirt off and run across the pitch?”

As Y/n attempted a deep breath, Rebecca smiled knowingly, “You must be Shandy.”

“Shandy’s shadowing Y/n and I for the day,” Keeley answered excitedly, “To get the hang of things, you know?”

“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” Shandy greeted Rebecca, “I’d love to go for a coffee and pick your brain sometime. Like, how tall are you?”

Y/n glanced up from her phone to catch Rebecca’s confused expression, meeting her boss’s eyes and giving a thin-lipped smile.

“Shandy,” Keeley turned to her employee, “Would you go to concessions and start selling merch at half price?”

“Great idea,” Shandy smiled before back tracking the step she’d taken.

“Keep your shirt on,” Keeley directed sweetly.

“Right, of course,” Shandy nodded, patting Rebecca and Y/n on the shoulders, “Bye, babes.”

“She’s a live one,” Rebecca chuckled before checking her watch.

If anything was said after that, Y/n’s ears didn’t register it. All she could hear were the mumbles and murmurs of the reporters surrounding them. Where’s Zava? Is he ever coming? Did he change his mind? Her mind was working overtime trying to figure out how to dig their way out of this, in case he really had ditched them. She couldn’t stand to have another failure heaped on her shoulders.

Ted’s midwestern accent broke through the noise of her head.

“Hey, guys,” he whispered, taking Higgins’ empty seat, “Are we sure that Zava has the right address? I hate to think he’s sittin’ in the middle of Virginia right now waiting for us, you know?”

Higgins came walking back with an answer, “So, I just talked to legal about Zava’s contract. An e-signature is 100% binding. Tiny wrinkle, instead of signing his name, he signed, ‘You’re Welcome.’”

Y/n pursed her lips, “Lovely.”

“Shit,” Rebecca cursed, her nerves growing by the second, “What are we going to do?”

“Hey, look, superstars play by their own rules,” Ted replied, “Back in ‘98, I waited over three hours for Public Enemy to take the stage of this joint called the Cubby Bear. When a man with a giant clock around his neck is that late, it ain’t about time. He’s makin’ a statement.”

As much as it pained Y/n to take anything real away from another one of Ted’s rambling tales, he had a point. How many asshole celebrities made a crowd wait just to get a little extra ego boost?

“Right,” Rebecca slashed her hands through the air, “I’m calling it. We’re going to go upstairs and figure out what we do next,” she looked to Higgins next, “Leslie, I want you to talk to the crowd and tell them…something.”

“Of course, Rebecca,” Higgins replied calmly, “I got this. Back in uni, my deejay name Damage Control.”

“I didn’t know you deejayed,” Keeley commented.

“I didn’t actually, but I had the name ready if I ever started.”

Y/n was beginning to feel as frantic as Rebecca. “This feels like a great story for a later time,” she said, failing to totally hide her annoyance.

“Shit, right,” Rebecca rose from her seat, “Come on, let’s go.”

As Higgins made for the stage, Ted, Rebecca, Y/n and Keeley hurried past the press, trying to give reassuring grins. Nothing was out of the ordinary. This was the plan.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Rebecca huffed once they were safe within the building, “Why does anyone put up with this lunatic?”

“Because as humans, we adapt to accommodate genius,” Keeley answered.

“Genius doesn’t outweigh flightiness,” Y/n replied, walking in step with Ted.

“Who is the greatest actor alive?” Keeley continued, “Or was, before he retired?”

In tandem, Rebecca and Y/n both answered, “Daniel Day-Lewis.”

Ted veered off path, “Tony Curtis. You said alive? Jackie Chan. Wait, you said retired? Daniel Day-Lewis.”

“Exactly,” Keeley led them up the stairwell, pausing outside Rebecca’s office door, “When he gets into character, he stays in character and everyone else adapts to him. Did you know, that when he made Lincoln, he actually texted Sally Field as Abraham Lincoln?”

“Well, that’s ridiculous,” Rebecca dismissed the trivia, “Abraham Lincoln couldn’t text.”

“Exactly,” Ted agreed, “Every time he looked down, his hat would fall off.”

“Hey, listen,” Y/n chuckled, wondering if ADD was somehow formulated, bottled and pumped into the air of Nelson Road Stadium, “The distant sound of booing.”

“Look, this Zava might be a genius,” Rebecca passed Keeley to reach for the doorknob, “But he’s definitely a self-absorbed prick.”

Rebecca threw the door open to reveal the prick himself, seated at her desk as if it were his own.

“Your desk is covered in biscuit crumbs,” Zava stated.

Ted, Keeley and Y/n stood behind their boss, sporting various faces of shock.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Rebecca asked, breathless with rage, “We’ve waited two hours for you.”

This did not bother Zava. “Time is a construct,” he shrugged, “Like gender and many of the alphabets.”

“Get out of my chair,” Rebecca demanded, graduating to indignant as she marched towards her desk. She exhaustedly gestured to Ted, “This is your manager.”

“Hey, how you doing?” Ted greeted with his usual cheeriness, “I’m Ted Lasso.”

Zava and his new coach shared a grin with hands extended as they crossed the room. When they met in the middle, Zava slapped his hand to his chest and became gravely serious. Ted awkwardly did the same.

“My leader,” Zava said, “I am an empty vessel filled with gold,” he took hold of Ted’s arm with his free hand, “I am your rock. Mold me.”

Y/n ran the analogy through her head, coming up empty on logic.

Ted gave a low whistle, “Well, hey, if you score goals like you talk, we gonna be just fine, buddy.”

“Right. And this is Keeley Jones and Y/n Y/l/n,” Rebecca said, gesturing to the two women, “They handle all our publicity.”

Keeley was more willing to greet Zava than Y/n, whose steps toward the legendary footballer were justifiably hesitant.

“My queens,” Zava took each of their hands, pressing gentle kisses to both.

“Okay,” Y/n mumbled under her breath and fought the urge to pull away.

“My actions today have made your jobs much more difficult,” he said with, seemingly, genuine sorrow.

“No,” Keeley shook her head, “Don’t worry about it. No such thing as bad press, right?”

“My integrity disallows me to agree with that statement,” Zava replied with a warm smile.

“But there is such a thing as angry fans,” Y/n politely smiled, wondering how long she had to hold the man’s hand. She could hear Rebecca mumbling some curses under her breath as well.

From behind them, Higgins came through the door with Shandy in tow, going on about something related to Zava’s food allergies. They both froze as they registered the sight in front of them.

“You’re here,” Higgins gaped.

Zava nodded, “And you are there.”

“And this is Leslie Higgins,” Rebecca introduced, “Our director of football.”

“Ah,” Zava sighed, placing a hand on each side of Higgins’ face and pressing his forehead to his. He lowered his voice to a whisper, “You are the glue.”

The room stood in confused anticipation.

“Thank you very much,” Higgins replied. Out of the entire group, Ted was the only one still excited.

“I will go see the team now,” Zava announced, slapping Higgins cheek and heading down the stairs.

Rebecca stretched her arms out and yelled, “Do you even know where you’re going?”

“I do not,” Zava called back, yet kept walking.

Ted, Higgins, Shandy and Keeley looked back to Rebecca, Zava’s mere presence rendering them all speechless. Y/n was the only one matching Rebecca’s frown.

“Are you kiddin’ me?” Ted muttered, “Wowie zowie. You know what, maybe I oughta tag along in case he gets nervous. Seems like he can be a little bit of a wallflower.”

“Great,” Rebecca’s hands slapped against her sides, “And now I’m in a rush. Leslie, tell me, how did the damage control go?”

“Oh, it was a mess,” Shandy answered for the man, “But he was adorable.”

“Oh, thank you,” Higgins nodded, looking back to Rebecca and pointing behind him, “Who is this?”

Keeley came to stand at Shandy’s side, “This is Shandy, we work together. And she’s a great friend of mine.”

“Ah,” Higgins smiled knowingly, all the pieces falling together suddenly.

“Right, I’m off,” Rebecca said, gathering her purse and crossing the room. She paused at Y/n’s side, “If you can try and get His Mightiness to pose for a few pictures on the pitch, it would be appreciated.”

Y/n sighed, “No promises.”

Rebecca left on her unknown mission, Shandy and Keeley went on their way back to the KJPR office and Higgins went to oversee teardown. Y/n went back to the pitch, where the fans were packing it in and the reporters had all but left. She found the staff photographer and asked him to head to the practice pitch while she went and collected Zava.

Y/n knocked on the coach’s office and entered, pausing beside Trent Crimm in the adjoining room, “Can I borrow Zava for a few minutes?”

“Just missed him,” Roy replied.

“For the day?” Y/n raised an eyebrow.

“Yep,” Coach Beard nodded, him, Roy and Ted staring at something on their whiteboard.

“He just walked in here,” Y/n gestured from the door through the office, “Said his ‘hellos’ and’s just…done?”

“Seems that way, yeah,” Ted replied, somewhere between a smile and a straight line.

Y/n could only imagine what her face looked like, how her frayed nerves and barely concealed frustration were becoming more obvious by the second. She looked to Trent Crimm, silently begging him to tell her she wasn’t the only one who disapproved of the star footballer’s behavior. Trent replied with a reserved shrug and a stretch of his lips.

“Beautiful,” Y/n smiled as best she could, “If anyone needs me,” she turned on her heel and walked back out the door, “My head will be embedded in the drywall.”

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It was a few days later and the media frenzy still hadn’t died down around both Zava’s arrival and his lack of public appearance. Y/n was fielding call after call from publications, requesting one-on-one interviews with the legend or asking when his first presser would take place or asking if the reason he didn’t show up was because he was having doubts about joining Richmond…

Better yet, Zava didn’t feel it necessary to speak to anyone.

He had, however, taken over the locker room. Four lockers had been reserved just for him plus a recliner. He’d gotten the boys to do group meditation each morning. He had the whole team eating out of the palm of his hand and to be honest, Y/n couldn’t understand why.

Thus, with Zava occupied, the focus shifted to the other Greyhounds. Keeley and Shandy had arrived to discuss interviews with some of the other players. Y/n had calls scheduled all afternoon, mostly about Zava, but also regarding a few potential endorsement deals for the boys. She was thankful for the solitude and her cheeks were pleased not to fake a smile around Shandy for the afternoon.

“Oh,” she said as she clocked Roy Kent passing her office, “Coach Kent.”

Roy reversed course and paused in her doorway, “Yeah?”

“Would you mind checking in with the guys downstairs? Keeley’s with them now,” Y/n asked, unable to leave her desk, “I would, but,” she gestured to her open laptop, a horde of new emails having just been delivered.

“Fine,” Roy replied, deadpan as ever before pausing, “You said Keeley’s with them?”

Y/n took stock of his expression, though it was nearly impossible to find whatever emotion he was actually feeling. She hadn’t seen the man smile once since she’d been at Richmond.

“Mm-hm,” she nodded.

He stayed silent, perhaps mentally preparing himself for the interaction, before nodding to Y/n once more.

“Uh, Roy,” Y/n called him back once more, fiddling with her pen, “Zava…he’s…worth it, right?”

Roy’s brows furrowed deeper, “What do you mean?”

“The fifteen calls I’ve been on today,” Y/n expanded, “The welcome event we had to cancel. The inevitable comments we’re going to have to walk back,” she paused, “He’s worth it?”

“Fuck yeah,” Roy shrugged, “Absolutely.”

While the two of them were barely acquainted, Y/n trusted Roy’s opinion. He knew football better than anyone else in the building. If he thought the headache was a worthy price to pay for victory, she’d learn to tolerate whatever chaos Zava caused.

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Finally, the day of Richmond’s much anticipated match came around.

Upon arrival, Y/n made a point of confirming that His Majesty was actually on the premises, to which she was told he was in the locker room.

“Afternoon, all,” she greeted Rebecca, Higgins and Keeley as she slid into her seat.

“He is here, correct?” Rebecca asked, already a step ahead.

“There has been a sighting,” Y/n replied, a hint of a tired smile playing at her lips, “It’s packed. Did we sell out?”

“Just about,” Higgins answered excitedly, “I can barely feel my hands.”

Y/n settled next to Rebecca just as the first half kicked off. She clocked Zava in the middle of the field, in conversation with Jamie, before the two separated. Jamie kicked the ball to Zava, unremarkably, and Zava slammed his foot against it, sending it soaring across the field and into the goal.

The first fifteen seconds of the match and the crowd was already on their feet, deafening screams filling the stadium.

As Y/n celebrated with Rebecca, Higgins and Keeley, she thought back to Roy’s words earlier in the week.

“Alright,” she mumbled to herself, “Worth it.”

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What Zava brought to Richmond wasn’t just talent, it was magic.

With each match they won, their standings in the Premier League went up and up. The entire city was buzzing, thrumming, with excitement every weekend they Greyhounds were on the pitch.

Not only that, but Y/n was getting more and more invested in the game herself. She paid closer attention to the players, predicting possible moves before they made them, and jumping to her feet when they scored. The inkling of pride she’d felt at the Chelsea match was beginning to bloom, and she found herself starting looking forward to spending weekends in the owner’s box with Rebecca, Higgins and Keeley.

It was the win against Brentford that cemented their six-game win streak, leaving the entire team, on and off the pitch, ecstatic.

After the match, Y/n slipped into her office, grabbing her laptop to take home and return a few emails.

“Oh, Y/n,” a voice called down the hall. Y/n looked up and saw it belonged to Sam.

“Hey,” she greeted, “Congratulations.”

“Thank you,” he grinned, “Listen, tomorrow night, I’ve invited everyone to the restaurant for a little preview. I would really love it if you could come.”

Y/n had successfully dodged every post-match invitation the boys had thrown at her. Be it not feeling well or extra work or a call from back home she had to take from some relative…her excuses had run dry. More importantly, she felt like a terrible person each time she had to leave Sam, almost always the inviter, disappointed.

If everyone was invited, it was more or less a work get-together. It wasn’t like it was just friends or a one-on-one hang.

“Sure,” Y/n conceded, “Sounds great.”

Sam’s smile broadened with the answer, making his hands into victorious fists. “I’ll send you the address.”

“Can’t wait,” Y/n replied, lying just one more time.

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The next night, Ola’s was filled for the very first time.

All of the Greyhounds, the coaches and a few plus-ones were seated and partaking in the Nigerian cuisine Sam had ushered into Richmond. The setting was laid-back, but everyone was still riding the high of their win against Brentford.

Y/n had mostly stuck with Rebecca and Keeley at the bar, eventually bouncing around to a few of the players. While she was still reserved, the team and her had gotten to know each other more over the past six weeks.

“Sam,” Y/n finally caught the arm of the restauranteur, “This is incredible.”

“Oh, thank you,” Sam pressed his palm to his heart, “I’m so glad you are enjoying yourself,” he leaned in and lowered his voice, “To be honest, I was a little nervous what you all might think.”

Y/n waved off his concern, a glass of wine in her other hand, “It’s a smash. Be proud of yourself.”

“Thank you,” Sam smiled once more before leaving to go and check on another order.

Y/n paused and took stock of her surroundings, watching the cheerful conversations around her. Her gaze fell on a table in the corner of the second room, where Jamie was sitting by himself, looking particularly unhappy. Curiosity got the better of her and she made her way over.

Jamie looked up as Y/n approached. She didn’t say anything, so he decided to. “What’s that face?”

Y/n’s eyebrows remained scrunched, “I’m just trying to figure out why you’re pouting when you’re on a six-game streak.”

“I’m not-“ Jamie caught himself, he knew he wasn’t exactly being subtle. Shaking his head, he looked back down at his untouched plate, “It’s nothing.”

A loud laugh bounced off the walls, drawing Y/n’s attention down the line of tables to see it belonged to Zava. She didn’t miss how Jamie’s frown intensified at the sound.

“Let me guess,” she sighed, settling on the edge of the booth, “You’re not a member of the fan club.”

Jamie didn’t answer, glumly fidgeting with one of his rings instead. Y/n recalled that during one of their last games, Zava had stolen a goal from him. Jamie had yet to score a single one so far in the season.

“If it’s any consolation,” Y/n swirled the wine in her glass, “I can’t say I’m president of it either.”

Jamie raised an eyebrow at her, his interest peaked, “Yeah?”

“Aside from the fact that he’s made my job a thousand times harder,” Y/n complained, “I guess I just don’t…get him? I’ve caught the tail end of some of his locker room motivational speeches. It’s like he knows where he’s going the first few seconds and then takes his hands off the wheel for the last five.”

Jamie laughed, the first time he’s smiled all night. “You didn’t catch the one yesterday. Car went off a fuckin’ cliff.”

Y/n chuckled, covering her mouth to dampen the sound. “It’s like he loves to hear himself talk but doesn’t actually listen to anything he says…” Y/n grasped the air and twisted it, “But also believes he’s a prophet?”

Jamie shook his head with a smirk, thankful someone else could see what he saw.

“Still,” Y/n shrugged, her eyes scanning the Greyhounds around them, “He’s taking you guys to the top. That’s gotta feel good.”

Jamie’s smile straightened back out and he dragged his teeth over his bottom lip.

“Well, I’m sorry,” Y/n chuckled lightly, “Number 4’s a pretty big improvement from 20.”

“Yeah, but look how he’s doing it,” Jamie complained, “Stealing goals, prancing ‘round the field like some show pony-“

Y/n snorted into her glass, thankful she had yet to take a sip.

“What?” Jamie asked.

“I’m sorry,” Y/n smiled, really trying not to laugh, “It’s just when I started the job, I decided to look up some Youtube videos of the team. And I’m remembering this one hotshot player who never passed the ball to his teammates and did all these ridiculous things like rip his shirt off whenever he made a goal or chant his own name with the crowd…”

Jamie stiffened, he hadn’t expected the callback to his past.

“Whatever,” Jamie brushed it off, “Point is, things were fine without him and-“

“And I don’t think anyone’s less of a Jamie Tartt-head just because Zava Fever’s going around,” Y/n finished for him. She’d watched Jamie play for weeks now, she knew how talented he was. The infatuation with Zava would pass, but Jamie could build a legacy that lasted.

Jamie’s eyes, somewhat lost, tracked upwards to meet Y/n’s. One look told him that she truly meant what she said.

“Thanks,” Jamie nodded.

Y/n nodded, she hadn’t intended to have such an involved conversation, but Jamie was a neutral party. She didn’t feel one way or the other about him. Plus, he was the only other person who could admit to Zava having flaws.

“But just so we’re clear,” Jamie leaned over slightly, lowering his voice, “Still a prick.”

“Oh,” Y/n’s brow creased, “Definitely.”

They shared another hushed laugh.

“Hey, guys,” Shandy came out from around the corner and greeted them.

Jamie and Y/n both welcomed her, but after seven weeks working side by side with Shandy, Y/n was running out of enthusiasm to muster up.

“So, Jamie,” Shandy leaned against the corner wall, “Wanted to see if I could recruit you for this little Bantr campaign we’re running.”

Y/n recalled Keeley mentioning the commercial her and Shandy would be shooting that week. Some of the Greyhounds would be featured anonymously to try and entice people to sign up.

“I’ll leave you two to talk,” Y/n politely smiled, finishing the last of her wine and leaving the glass, “Have a good night.”

“See ya,” Jamie nodded, shooting her a smile before returning to the conversation with Shandy.

Y/n made the rounds saying goodbye before heading out, stepping out onto the London street corner. There was enough nightlife around that she wouldn’t have trouble catching a cab.

“Hey, Y/n.”

She turned to see Ted standing a few feet away from her. “Hi,” she replied, they had hardly interacted all night, “Are you waiting for a cab?”

“Oh, no,” Ted shifted awkwardly, pointing back to the restaurant, “I’m, uh, waitin’ on someone.”

Y/n understood, unwilling to dig any deeper into the statement, “Got it.”

“Yeah,” Ted mumbled under his breath before perking back up, “You have a good time?”

“Yeah,” Y/n nodded.

“Good,” Ted smiled, “It’s good to see you gettin’ out of the office, hangin’ out with everybody.”

“Well, I mean,” Y/n chuckled awkwardly, “I think Sam just invited me because he had to. It’s not like it was a personal thing.”

Over the last few weeks, Ted had gotten to observe Y/n quite a bit. She stayed in her office as much as possible, she always took lunch on her own and the only thing she wanted to contribute to the conversation was small talk. She was removed and she wanted it to stay that way.

Ted knew there was a reason, though he wasn’t going to push to unearth it. But for Y/n to come out after hours with the team, to smile and laugh and let herself have a good time, it meant something. Even if she couldn’t see it.

“Okay,” Ted nodded, letting her think whatever she needed to think, “Well, do you need a ride home?”

“Oh, no,” Y/n replied, spotting a cab coming down the road and flagging it down, “I’m good. I’ll see you later.”

Ted smiled, sticking up a hand and waving as she climbed into the cab. If Y/n wanted to keep herself closed off from the Greyhounds, that was fine.

They could wait her out.

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Carve your name into my bedpost II Millie Bright x Reader

chelsea women masterlist I word count: 1856

"All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation My hands are shaking from holding back from you (ah, ah, ah) All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting My hands are shaking from all this (ah, ha, ha, ha) Say my name and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend" ~ Taylor Swift, Dress

Since Millie Bright joined the Chelsea FC Women squad in 2015, the friendship between you two has grown and deepened over the years. You began to work for the blues around the same time as physio for the women’s team. The same amount of time the defender had spend at the club you had a crush on the broad-shouldered defender who’s hugs always brightened up your day, even the particular grey ones due to the English weather. Pun fully intended. But you were sure whatever was going on you were supposed to stay best friends. All those things went through your mind earlier that day when the English football player was named captain for Chelsea during the season 23/24 which was about to start soon.

Millie’s snot brought you back into the present moment, arguing with you over her phone: “No, I’m coming to your place, don’t start without me. Rach texted me; she will join us later.”

“I’m fine, I can do this on my own. Really you don’t need to come.”, you told your friend.

The northern woman scoffed at your remark: “Too late. You said you need help building your new bed, so I’m coming over.”

“Thank you, Millie.”

“No, worries. And don’t do anything until I’m at your place.”, she demanded with a smile on her pretty lips.

You could not help to roll your eyes a little by the comment the blonde made: “You don’t think I’m strong enough, huh?”

“No, I know you can be clumsy.”, the defender laughed.

“Oh, please that one time.”, you tried to downplay your clumsiness. On the other side Millie grinned: “You know exactly that you’re!” With a loud sigh you gave in: “Okay, I’ll wait until you arrived.”

A few minutes later you opened the door for your best friend, your face being lit up the moment your eyes were set on her: “Hi, don’t worry, I got some snacks and drinks for my little helpers.”

“I hope they’re at least good snacks. If I’m being paid with food, I want it to be delicious.”, the blonde winked at you.

With a sweet smile you promised her: “Of course they’re, if you’re lucky you can get paid with hugs aswell.”

“Who said I like hugs?”, Millie asked in a playful tone.

“You might be tall, broad shouldered, muscled as hell and have a lot of tattoos but I know you still like them, you paused for a second before adding, you know looks can be deceiving.”

The defender just rolled her eyes at you; “Stop quoting Mapi’s tattoos.“ You innocently blinked at her; “Don’t worry, you’re still my favourite defender, Millie.“ She scrunched her nose in mock disgust but you didn’t notice.

You led her into your bedroom where multiple pieces of the furniture were laying on the floor, covered in packaging material. “So, those are all the parts we need to build the bed.“ Millies’ gaze wandered over the floor and then back to you; “What’s all of that?“

With a guiltless smile on your face, you moved closer to her, the instruction manual in one hand; “Here are the instructions and in the end it’s supposed to look like this.“ You pointed to the picture on the front of the manual.

Millie immediately grimaced; “Really? That’s the bed you chose?“ “What? You don’t like it?“, you yelled out, feigning outrage. „No.“, Millie continued teasing. With a smirk, you crossed your arms in front of your chest; “I thought you like challenges. This is one.“

“You can stop that. I’m already on it.“, Millie finally gave in and sat down on the floor. You followed suit and watched her starting to assemble the first pieces of the bed frame; “Okay, tell me, how can I help you?“ The defender nodded towards the manual; “Hold the instructions for me.“ “Okay, I got you.“, you replied, doing as you were told, even though you knew she only wanted to keep you busy while she worked.

She laughed at how serious you took your task; „Thanks.“ “You’re welcome.“ “Very good job.“ You let her work in silence. Millies messy bun bounced on top of her head as she put the pieces together and your bed slowly took shape.

Your gaze was fixed on her prominent biceps that constantly flexed and relaxed. You couldn’t stop yourself from touching her arm; “Your strength is really impressive.“ It was genuine awe mixed with a bit of teasing. Your touch send a shiver through Millies body that was barely noticeable. “Please don’t disturb the work.“, she warned with a laugh.

“Okay fine, I’ll let you continue in peace.”, you sighed. Relived that she could focus on building your bed now and stop being distracted by your presence which made Millies heart race faster and made her questions her feelings toward you, the defender said: “Thanks.”

It took a few hours until the woman from the Northern part of England finished your bed but when it was finally done you let out a delighted squeak: ”Doesn’t the bed look amazing? Time to test it.”

Immediately you two jumped onto the bed at the same time, that was the moment when the Chelsea player confirmed giggling, It doesn’t look amazing. But at least it’s sturdy.” “Well, we kind of proved the sturdiness now.”, you told her, the comment turning the cheeks of your best friend red.

“Not too bad. For now, let’s check if the mattress is comfy too.”, Millie decided, laying fully down with her body on the mattress and gazing on to the ceiling because she knew looking into your face in this moment would only make her blush deeper.

Meanwhile you kept your gaze on her, mildly amused: “It’s very comfy if you ask me.” “I think I have to agree. You’ll sleep well in here.”, the defender admitted, her hand running through her light hair, turning the bun even messier.

A small gesture you could not help but noticing, before you confessed half-jokingly half serious: “Without you I’d still have slept on the mattress.”

Looking at you with a side eye the blonde replied grinning:” You’re lucky you’ve me.” “I’m very happy to call you my best friend.”, you said in an honest tone.

The tension between you two was getting almost unbearable which caused Millie to clear her throat: “You’re very welcome.” Quickly the Chelsea player decided to ask nervously: “So, I guess we’re done here.”

“Right.”, you nodded slowly not sure in which direction this confirmation would take you.

The defender reminded you with a smirk on her face:” But I was promised snacks.” “Wait, right here, I’ll get them for you.” your best friend looked up to you grateful as you were serving her the food she asked for: “Thanks.”

With interest, you watched her try the offered snacks; “And? What do you think? Am I paying you right?“ “Yeah, definitely.“, Millie nodded, still chewing. A satisfied grin tugged on your lips; “Good.“ “Delicious.“ “You can get the hugs after you ate if you want them.“, you suggested amused.

“I want them now!“, protested the defender. “Alright, come here.“, you stood up, dragging her up with you. You wrapped your arms around the waist of the taller woman and pressed your cheek against her shoulder. The hug threw her off balance; “Woah, wait,“

”Woah?“ ”Don’t make me lose my balance.“, Millie laughed, pushing herself against you to steady you both. You grinned up at her; “I won’t. I will catch you.“ “You can’t catch me if your hugs are the reason I lose balance. It’s physics.“, Millie reminded you.“Want me to stop?“

The smile disappeared from the defenders face; “No…“ “Are you sure?“, you smirked but still let your arms drop to let Millie out of the hug. “Sure. Come here.“, she replied, pulling you back into her and carefully picking you up to carry you over to the bed.

You laughed while she dropped you on the mattress; “Time for bed.“ “Sleepy after your nations league games?“, you teased as Millie sat down beside you. Millie laughed, “Actually, I meant for you.“ You nodded in agreement; “Yes, being a physio can be very tiring.“ “Good that you have your new bed now.“ You watched her lay back on your bed.

Slowly you turned around to face your best friend, searching for her familiar blue eyes; “Millie? Will you stay the night?“ “You know I don’t live that far away.“, Millie stated plainly and you distinctly noticed that she didn’t decline. “I know that…“, you mumbled but before you could add something, Millie slowly nodded; “But I can stay.“ “I’d like that… very much“, you whispered, suddenly painfully aware of how close your faces were. And without thinking further about it, you bridged the gap between you two and pressed your lips on the football players’.

Surprised the defender stammered: ”What was what?” The bewildered look on the blonde’s face made you regret your fearlessness: „Shit, I’m so sorry.”

“No.”, determined the defender shook her head. Now it was your turn to be the one who was looking confused: “Wait, what?” “Do that again.”, Millie demanded. Your heart was pounding hard against your chest as you followed her wish, nervously you took a moment to watch her following facial expressions:” What do you think?” “This is nice.. I like it.”, the Chelsea player replied. Truthfully you told her: “Me too.”

“Hello girls! Finally!”, Rachel greeted them cheerfully as she entered the bedroom with a spare key to your home in the free hand. The Aston Villa player laughed because you two looked very embarrassed and she did not get why. Anxiously her best friend questioned her sentence:” Finally?”

“I mean finally, the bed is built.”, Rachel stated smirking. A giggle escaped the defender’s usually huge mouth: “Oh you mean that.” The grin of the Aston Villa player intensified: “Oh and you two were about time too.” “What?!”, you exclaimed astonished by the statement of your good friend. Flustered Millie added: “I thought we were talking about the bed.” “I thought so too.”, you mumbled under your breath.

The bright smile stayed on Rachel’s lip while she joked:” Oh sure. I was definitely talking about the bed.” “Rach!”, you screamed embarrassed. The woman who was called after shrugged her shoulders in a nonchalant manner:” I was just checking if you’re done or if you still needed help. But it looks like all is well, so..see you tomorrow.” “See you tomorrow, Rachel.”, Millie said her goodbye to her best friend. “Good night you two.”, Rachel waved at you before she went to leave your home for now.

After you could hear the Aston Villa player was ultimately gone you hid the face in your hands:” Oh my god.” “She knows.”, the blonde laughed. “Sounds like she knows us better than we do.” A crooked smile lit up the defender’s face: “I’ve to kill her for that tomorrow.” “But for now.”, “For now?”, Millie threw her eyebrows up teasingly. “Can we go back to kissing?” “On your new bed?”, the blonde wanted to know. “Yes.”, you nodded. “Coming!”

#millie bright #woso x reader #millie bright x reader #engwnt #lionesses #woso #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso one shot #chelsea fcw #chelsea women #rachel daly

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gurxreiten · 1 year

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#put this picture on my grave #hardersson #magdalena eriksson #pernille harder #fav #woso #chelsea women #chelsea fc #cfcw

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drakesfeelings · 4 months

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could you please do a clingy cole Palmer imagine. there’s never any about him and he’s honestly so sweet😭🩷

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ COMPANY

summary. it’s your day off, and cole’s clinginess comes to interrupt it.

requested - taking requests here

trigger warning. nothing but fluff !!!!

side note. first time writing for cole palmer, hope you’ll like it babe—still working on the other requests dw lmao

NINE O’CLOCK JUST RANG, but you don’t seem to care—deep asleep.

only the sound of air conditioning and your regular breathing are heard in the room, and the fact that you’re not running around the house in a hurry means that today is your day off.

usually, cole—knowing your schedule—always takes care of joining you the day before your day off, taking advantage of the concordance that the latter has with his.

but that was before his coach decided, not too long ago, to remplace their day off with training.

so, sadly, the chelsea player isn’t by your side.

still deep asleep, you shift randomly—stealing cole’s part of your bed and pressing your face in his pillow, humming his sent like the lover girl that you are.

and as your dreams start to get interesting, the horrible ringing from your phone suddenly stops them.

« ugh ! you groaned, feeling robbed by who-knows-what that decided to interrupt your beauty sleep. »

your eyes blinded by the bright light of your phone screen, you have to blink more than once to finally be able to see who the fuck is calling you—which is, surprisingly, your lovely boyfriend.

« good morning babe, cole speaks up once you accept to join the facetime. you’re at home ? »

« where do you want me to be cole ? you respond, searching for a new comfortable position in your bed, your phone firmly trapped between your fingers. why ain’t you at training ? you mumble once you realise that your boyfriend isn’t actually suffering through practice. »

« coach cancelled ! he smiles brightly, extending his arm whose holding the phone and dancing like the dumb—sleep depriver—boy he is. so, grumpy, don’t panic if you hear your front door open, you don’t question him more and, after letting him kiss the phone as a way of saying goodbye, you hear him hang up. »

slowly diving back to your sleep, cole seems to arrive just in time before you finally succumb.

locking the front door; getting rid of his shoes and training bag, he finally makes his way to your room—more than ready to cling onto your warmth and dive into a deep sleep.

entering it, he can’t help but smile at the picture that’s in front of him; you, in his sweats and shirt, comfortably hogging his side of the bed, eyelids firmly closed.

he mutters no words, changing himself into a more adequate outfit for sleep—basket shorts—and quietly making his way to the bed.

« it’s me, he whispers while wrapping his arms around your sleepy form. »

humming, you finally gather the energy to turn in his direction; eyes still closed. smiling, the boy automatically grabs your hips, pulling you closer to him, and puts his head on your chest—his nose pressed against your collarbones.

« mmh, cole i’m hot, you mumble, still not making more efforts to get him off of you. »

« i know you are, gorgeous. that’s why i’m with you since- »

« stop playing with me cole, he laughs, nuzzling his face more in your boobs. why you’re so clingy ? suddenly you love me, what the fuck. »

« shut up, you know i love your grumpy ass. just feel like clinging onto my love, i can’t ? despise the extra warmth the boy is adding to your body, your heart melts. »

god, how are you supposed to keep up with the grumpy act when he’s all cute like that ? damn, men really liked ruining women’s plans.

not having any other choice than accept your fate, you let yourself sink into him—his body firmly pressed against yours soothing you to sleep; just like his steady breathing that hits your chest.

with cole who is clinging onto you for his dear life, you finally fall asleep—again.

but not alone this time; with the man that seems to be coming straight out of your dreams: your favorite clingy and blonde chelsea player.

@ drakesfeelings 👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽

#cole palmer #cole palmer x reader #cole palmer imagine #chelsea #chelsea fc #chelsea players x reader #footballer x reader #hot footballers #cole palmer fluff #football fluff #football imagine

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glimmerofawesome · 2 years

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#here's the full ab pictures from the other night #I literally was taking a picture of the group and went wait...did I get accidental abs #magdalena eriksson #chelsea fcw #chelsea women #chelsea preseason 2022 #usa tour 2022 #usa tour pics

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sinful-lanterns · 3 months

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About Chelsea's cat... Imagine Reader decides to match their outfit with one of Sitri's sweather and Chelsea is now taking tons of pictures with heart eyes and a huge smile on her face. Not wanting to be left out, she immediately buys a matching dress as well and now you look like a couple with an adorable little child 🥺

She will definitely shove those pictures in the faces of the other members of the club and the ship Chelsea x Reader is skyrocketing in the campus

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AWBDIIWKRKEK

I bet you that the photos blow up all over Chelsea’s social media. All the PTN women are super jealous as they scroll through their feeds, and the rankings of which woman is best for Reader suddenly get UPDATED.

Now Chelsea’s rating on the “Top Girlfriend for Reader” blog is a lot higher thanks to the cute cat photos. Leave it to Sitri to help make her mama popular, cuz now Chelsea is on her way to claim the top 5 spot 💕

#⛓️ interrogation complete #🐾 anon #university au

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mxsonxmountx · 11 months

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MM x They Don’t Know About Us

Word count: 1143

Requested: Yes/No

Requests: Open/Close

Bold: Mason

Italics: you

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They don’t know about the things we do, they don’t know about the I love you

All your childhood you was told to not to date Mason because of his behavior and attitude to women, although he was always very kind towards you, when he came to over people it was always different. He would bad mouth them, sleep with a different girl every night. You always told yourself that you would see past that but others couldn’t. Especially the Chelsea boys. The Chelsea boys to you wasn’t just friends, they were also brothers to you. You’ve known them for a while and they treated you like one of their own. It was another daily trip up to Cobham for you to go and collect Mason. Kepa and Reece both noticed you first and didn’t hesitate to come over to your car and have a quick chat to you about the train session and of course to your surprise, Mason.

“Boys, I can promise you that he’s not like that anymore. He’s a changed man. I swear. I know we’ve said this before, but I’m sure of it this time round”. The way Kepa looked you to say he knows something is doing on, but he never dared to say it to you. Minutes after, Mason headed over to your car and hoped in the front. Desperately wanting to kiss you but unable to because of Kepa and Reece still talking to you.

“Right boys, we better go. See you in the morning” “bye boys, be safe”

“What did they want?” “Nothing much, just told me how you still haven’t changed, but I told them that you have. Hopefully they won’t suspect anything Mase. It’s the last thing we need.” “They won’t suspect nothing. They don’t know about us. It’s our little secret.”

Although since you’ve been dating Mason, he’s been a whole new person, being early for training, forever treating you right, manners have improved massively which his family was impressed by. You’d stay at masons every other night so none of the lads would click on, yeah you’d be there sometimes when they was round but nothing more.

“I love you, you know that right?” “I love you too Mase”

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They don’t know how special you are

Saturday night. Date night. He’s booked a private area in the back of a restaurant where he begged nobody could see him and especially you. Although neither of you was ready to tell everyone, neither of you wanted the paps to find out first, you’ve done so well to keep it quite now and nothing was going to ruin it.

“This is lovely Mase, thank you” “only the best for my girl”

You both posted a picture of the night both with serval hour’s gaps apart and both different picture so nobody would click on. Both of you hated doing it, but you knew it was for the best.

Sunday morning. Breakfast in bed. Bed hair and sleeping in his shirt. One of masons favourite looks on you and he would tell the world then if he could but he didn’t.

“Breakfast in bed? What’s this in aid of?” “Nothing? I wanted to impress you and maybe spend a little time with you, before you have to go” “oh Mase, we can always spend time together… always. Plus a little birdie told me there’s a Chelsea end of season ball coming up soon…” “About that… I want you to come, but I hate hiding you…” He was right. You knew about the part from Reece, he messaged you about it. Mason told you weeks before, the only way you’d go with him was if you both came out about your relationship, but you second guessed everything. All the hate, negative comments, the abuse that Mason would get and you just couldn’t do it... yet “maybe if we go as friends, nobody would know?” “that’s what I’m thinking, going to buy you the most prettiest dress, pay for you make up to get done and hair. They don’t know how special you are to me” “I’m the luckiest of them all, lucky to have you. I don’t need you to buy me anything, don’t want them to think I’m only with you for the money” “I want to buy it for you… anyway eat your breakfast because there’s a load of washing up for you to wash up” Mason laughed, he understands where you’re coming from with everything, but he knows he will protect you at all costs.

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I want to tell the world that you’re mine

A month later it was time for the end of season party, your royal blue dress arrived a few weeks ago. You argued with mason to tell him not to buy it for you but he couldn’t help himself, you had all your hair done in the afternoon and you did your make up yourself in the evening a few hours before you had to both leave. Mason looked outstanding as per usual. Tonight was maybe the only night that you was looking forward too but also dreading considering none of his team mates knew that you and him was together. A car was picking yourself, Mason, Ben and his plus one up around 7:45pm.

“Not too sure how I’m supposed to keep my hand off you tonight. You look too good” “I can most certainly same the same about you. Ben and his lady are coming here at 7:30. Thought we could get some picture of us 4 just together?” “Oh erm yeah that’s fine. He’ll be the first to know right?” “Yeah but it’s not like he hasn’t seen you here before and he’s probably already put one and one together. So what’s the point of hiding my princess” “I don’t want to be hidden anymore, I’m ready and prepared what everyone will throw at me” and with that there was a knock at the door and it was Ben and his lady. You had to admit that she looked absolutely beautiful. “Are you and Mase, you know? Official?” “We are Ben, why do you think I’ve been here so often... im surprised he never told you boys in training” you chuckled at bit but it was more of a nervous laugh if anything “oh no he never. We all had our own idea but we all left it until you or Mase said something” You got pictures together, minutes before the car arrived to take you to the party. “You’re going to be fine, I promise” “I know I will, I have you beside me” your nerves gradually went and before you all arrived you was calm.

“Boys, this is my girlfriend” “hello boys” “Reece bro you owe me money, I told you they was dating” “wait Kepa and Reece had a bet on us both?!”

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