This may be me sending a message into the void but I need help.
Does anyone know the author/have a copy of the single Olivia Schough/Caroline Seger fic that was on AO3? It was part of an AU series where Christen Press had kept playing in Sweden and never returned to the US.
I loved it and it was one of my favourites but when I had the urge to reread it today it wasnât there :(((
My deepest darkest fantasy is that I collapse on the street and I am rushed to the hospital. They perform a bunch of tests and find out I am severely deficient in some kind of vitamin. Then I start taking the vitamin and I become the happiest cleverest person alive because all my problems were caused by this one deficiency
Summary: Kid!R has a very full day but it always comes back to not wanting to wear a coat.
A/N: This is very dialogue heavy and if it seems like a hot mess its because I tried to think like a 3-year-old. Also, how many conversations do you think I've had with my mother about weather appropriate clothing?
Game day is your favorite day of the week.
Mostly because it means that you get to lay in bed for a long time and you donât have to get dressed and go to nursery or your babysitterâs house.
And sometimes, if youâre really lucky like you seemed to be this morning, you get to have a cuddle with your moms in the big bed.
Grabbing your stuffed moose, Ălg, you roll out of bed and make your way down the hall to your mothersâ room.
Opening the door, you arenât surprised when your Danish mother lifts her head and watches you make your way to her side of the bed.
âWhat are you doing out of bed lille skat,â your mamma asks you.
âI want to lay in the big bed,â you tell her softly.
She doesnât respond, just picks you up and pulls you into the bed, where you make yourself comfortable immediately.
The last thing you hear before you drift off is your mamma mumbling about how cuddly youâre being while stroking hair.
Youâre practically dead to the world after that, only stirring when you get passed from one set of arms to a different but still familiar pair.
Shortly after that, youâre awoken by a voice asking if youâre ready to wake up and start your day yet.
âNej,â you whine, trying to bury yourself further within the blankets.
âNej,â the voice, which your slightly more awake brain recognizes as your Morsa, says in fake shock, âBut our friend Ălg is awake and ready to eat breakfast. We wouldnât want him to starve, would we?â
Peeking your head from under the blanket, you see your Swedish mother looking at you and holding your favored stuffed animal.
âIf Ălg is hungry, I guess we can get out of bed,â you say, sitting up.
âGood choice, Ă€lskling,â Morsa says before she gets up and carries you to the kitchen for breakfast.
âMorsan,â you say, once youâve reached the kitchen and sheâs placed you in your seat.
âYes.â
âSunâs out today, donât need to wear my coat,â you tell her pointing out the kitchen window.
That gets a laugh from both your mothers, Mamma placing a plate in front of you while ruffling your hair.
âSorry skat, itâs still February, the sun is tricking you,â she says, making you pout.
Breakfast passes smoothly for you, in that youâre more focused on whatâs on your plate than whatever conversation your parents are having.
When youâre done, and your face and hands more than thoroughly covered with food, your mamma takes you from the table to help you get ready for the day.
It goes well until it comes time to get dressed.
âWhat jersey do you want to wear today, Y/N/N,â Mamma asks, opening your drawer.
âJessie?â
âYour Jessie jersey is short-sleeved,â she tells you, âIf you wear that you need to wear both a hoodie and your coat.â
âNo. No coat,â you say, eyes already beginning to fill with tears.
âYes, my love, you have to wear a coat,â Mamma says again, âNo matter what kit you choose, youâll be wearing a coat.â
âNo, no, no,â you wail, tears starting to fall, âNo coat.â
Before you can work yourself into a full tantrum, you feel your mamma take your hands in hers.
âListen to me, Y/N,â she says firmly, âYou and I both know that screaming and crying is not the way to get what you want, Iâm sorry you're upset so I'm going to give you a moment to calm down, and then we can try again.â
Taking a deep breath, you roughly wipe the tears from your face, grimacing when your mamma stops you only to do it with a wet wipe instead.
âFinished,â she asks, only continuing when you nod, âAlright. Now we can go back and forth all day about what youâre going to wear but whatâs not up for debate is a coat, understand?â
âYes, Mamma.â
âGood, so letâs go back to jerseys.â
âWear Jessieâs?â
âWe can make that happen,â Mamma says, âBut if you wear just that, youâll get cold, so you need to wear something warm.â
âWonât get cold, promise.â
âI know you think that but Mamma has been here for a long time,â she says slowly, âSo you have to trust me on this one. Okay?â
âOkay.â
âGreat, so we have a couple of options: you can wear a long sleeve shirt or a hoodie as your extra layer,â Mamma explains, âIf you wear the hoodie you can wear it underneath your jersey so that everyone can still see your jersey when we get to Kingsmeadow.â
âLong sleeves,â you say simply.
âGood choice, skat. Now, will you be wearing a hat as well?â
âUhm,â you say thinking about it.
Then you hear your morsa shout from the hallway.
âThat was rhetorical, Y/N/N,â she calls out.
âDonât know what that means,â you yell back, then in a much softer voice, âMamma, what does that mean?â
âIt means that the question doesnât need an answer,â she tells you, tugging the long sleeve shirt over your head.
âOh, thatâs stupid.â
âYouâre not wrong but letâs try to use kind words.â
âOkay.â
With that crisis averted, the rest of the time spent getting ready goes well.
Even the part where your Morsa forces a hat onto your head and your coat onto your body happens without much fuss but thatâs mostly because your mini-tantrum has worn you out.
By the time youâre awake enough to protest, sheâs carrying you through the players' entrance and into the locker room.
The second the door closes behind your small family, youâre instantly taken from you Morsaâs arms, the culprit none other than Zeçira.
âEveryone, Magda and Pernille brought my good luck charm,â she announces, carrying you to her locker, âDid you wear my jersey today, Y/N/N?â
âNo,â you tell her, âWore it last time. Wearing Jessieâs today.â
âOh so youâre Flemingâs good luck charm today,â the Swedish goalkeeper says, getting back up and placing you in the space between Jessie and Niamh Charles.
Luckily for you, the two young players are more than happy to keep you company in the spare that they have before they need to head out for warm-ups.
âLose the battle again today, Y/N/N,â Niamh says, helping you take off your coat.
âI donât like it,â you tell her pouting, âDonât like the hat either.â
âYea mate, we know.â
âItâs not all bad though,â Jessie says, âIf you werenât wearing a hat I couldnât do this.â She pulls your hat down further so that it covers your eyes. âMuch better.â
Pushing the hat back away from your eyes, you begin to grow frustrated when Niamh reaches over and pulls it down again.
âCut it out,â you whine, looking up at her.
âYea Niamh, cut it out,â Jessie says, trying not to show her smile.
âSorry, Y/N/N,â Niamh says, âI know you like being a living ice cube.â
âItâs okay,â you say, forgiving her easily, âWe can play still after the game.â
âSounds like a plan, mate. I bet you and me can score tons of goals on Zeçira.â
âAnd Jessie too,â you say, unwilling to leave your favorite Chelsea player out of the planned fun.
âYes, Jessie too. Maybe Alsu will want to play as well.â
âOf course, I want to play,â the Russian woman shouts from across the room.
You smile widely, glad that all four of your favorite Chelsea players have agreed to play with you after the game.
A few minutes later, Emma comes into the locker room to give her pregame talk and send the players to warm up, so you go around giving your customary prematch high-5, making sure to pause and give both your moms a cuddle.
Once in the stands with your babysitter, time passes quickly as she lets you do and eat whatever you want. By the time the game is over, youâve had a hotdog, a cheeseburger, some chips, and a soda.
Itâs safe to say that you go a little overboard with the freedom your babysitter allows.
At the end of the match, youâre allowed on the field and while you do take a moment to congratulate your parents on their performance, it takes less than a minute before you wiggle away and run toward where Jessie and Niamh are kicking around a ball.
When you reach the players you waste no time, stealing the ball away and sprinting towards the goal as fast as your little legs will carry you. Youâre laughing gleefully as Jessie and Niamh, and Alsu when she spots you, all put on a show of trying to stop you.
Once you get inside the 6-yard box, you come face to face with Zeçira who dramatically dives the wrong way when you shoot. When it crosses the line, you can hear the fans that remain break out into raucous applause.
You and the four footballers continue your mini-game for a while with them allowing you to take up different roles on the field. Your smile only grows wider each time you steal the ball or stop a goal after Zeçira gives you her gloves.
Eventually, after your third attempt to take off your hat and coat, the players decide that enough is enough and Jessie carries you back to the locker room.
Unfortunately, neither of your moms are to be spotted in the changing room and although you can hear the showers running, you arenât willing to check there and instead wander back out of the room and down the hall to where the press conferences are held.
After taking off your outer layers of course.
Opening the door, you quietly make your way to the front of the room and the table where Coach Emma and your Morsa are sitting answering questions.
When you get there, you stand silently between the two women, head barely peeking out over the top of the table, patiently waiting for Morsa to finish speaking.
When she does, you make your presence known by climbing into her lap.
As you try to make yourself comfortable, you can hear the soft laughter of the reporters and youâre pretty sure you hear Emma say something about being joined by the youngest member of the squad.
None of that matters to you though.
Youâre more than content to sit with your head on your motherâs chest, zoning out as she answers the boring questions.
You stay like that for a while, feeling the vibrations of her voice through her chest before you notice sheâs turned her attention to you.
âAre you going to answer the question Y/N/N,â she asks when you make eye contact with her.
When you stare at her in confusion, she repeats the question.
âThey want to know who your favorite player is.â She then helps you shift on her lap so that you can speak into the microphone. âGo on.â
Leaning forward you go to speak into the mic pausing for a second to look at your Morsa, when she nods her approval you continue.
âMy favorite player is Rolfö,â you say.
âItâs not one of your mummies,â one of the reporters asks.
You shake your head, leaning back once more, feeling your mother laugh again but you tune back out before you hear if she says anything.
The memories you have of the rest of the press conference are blurry, you hadnât been paying attention and you really had only come in here because you wanted to be held anyway.
Which is why no one should be surprised when you fall asleep despite all the bright lights shining in your face.
You wake up slightly in the locker room when your mamma tries to put your coat on you. You know itâs her because only she would try something like this.
So without opening your eyes you begin to whine in protest, âNej, Mamma, jag vill inte ha jackan pĂ„ mig.â
You're pretty sure that your protests are ignored, especially since you fall back asleep almost instantly.
Magda đđđ: "It's really great. I am so happy for her that she made it all the way and came back from her injury. It was a difficult season with a major injury I witnessed very closely. How she worked so hard and came back in such a good shape as if she had never been out after surgery and five months of recovery. I am incredibly proud of Pernille and everything she has achieved in her career. But this was probably the hardest adversity so far and she managed to turn it into something that makes her even stronger. And now she goes into the World Cup with an incredible hunger. It will be great to follow."