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Skating Into You ⛸️🏒

Modern Arcane AU —> hockey player!violet x hockey player!caitlyn x figure skater!reader

Words: 6114

Summary: All three student athletes at Piltover college, two hockey players and one figure skater create a caring relationship built (physically not mentally) on ice.

--

You stood at centre ice, the world has gone quiet.

Then you pushed off at the start of the music.

Your blade pressed into the ice, a clean push. Familiar. Instinctive. And suddenly you were gliding, the stillness breaking beneath you in smooth, deliberate lines.

Coach Kai stood on the edge of the boards shouting corrections as you moved from turns to jumps. The cold rushed up through your legs, sharp and grounding.

The control didn’t last long though. Because they always arrive loud. Hockey players do.

The doors slam open, laughter echoing through the arena as gear bags hit the floor. Sticks clatter. Someone swears. Someone else shoves back.

And at the centre of it. Vi. Always Vi.

She’s still in partial gear, helmet hanging off her fingers. Shoulders back and eyes forward ready for practice. A bruise formed along her jaw like it belongs there. It probably does.

“Oi!” she calls, spotting you already on the ice. “Princess is running late today.” You don’t look at her. You push off instead, clean edge, sharp glide, carving across the rink like glass splitting under pressure.

Behind her, Caitlyn watches more quietly. She always does.

“Late?” you call back, breath steady despite the speed. “You’re early.”

Vi snorts, hopping the barrier like rules are more of a suggestion than anything else. Her skates hit the ice with a dull scrape, toned legs pulling her to a stop.

“Practice starts at ten,” she says. “You’re usually done by now.”

Coach Kai’s voice cuts across the rink. “Edges! Hold your edge. Don’t rush it!”

You don’t answer Vi, moving quickly to push off. You drop your weight slightly, knee bending deeper as you lean into the curve. The blade bites sharper this time, steadier, your body aligning the way it’s supposed to.

Better.

But not perfect.

“Again!” Kai calls.

You reset without hesitation.

Vi watches you as you move, her usual restless energy dialed down into something more focused. Her head tilts slightly, eyes narrowing as if she’s trying to work you out, like you’re a problem she hasn’t quite figured out yet.

“…Are you always this intense?” she asks.

You don’t stop skating. “Are you always this annoying?”

A grin flashes across her face immediately. “Yeah, actually.”

Caitlyn steps onto the ice more carefully, keeping close to the boards, her presence calm and deliberate in contrast to Vi’s chaos. She doesn’t interrupt, doesn’t demand attention, she simply watches, tracking the details.

“You hesitate right after you land,” she says after a moment, voice even, thoughtful rather than certain. “Just for a second. It’s like you don’t trust it to hold.”

You falter slightly, just enough to feel it.

Not enough for most people to notice.

But she notices.

Your gaze flicks toward her. “…What?”

She shrugs lightly. “I don’t know the technique. I just… watch people a lot. Patterns, I suppose.”

There’s a brief pause. Coach Kai squints from the boards before calling out, “She’s right.”

You blink, thrown off more by that than anything else.

Vi looks between you and Caitlyn, baffled. “Wait… she’s right?”

Caitlyn doesn’t react to the surprise. “It’s just an observation.”

You push off again before the moment can settle, this time faster, stronger, letting your body adjust just slightly based on what she said. When you land the jump, you hold it a fraction longer, steadier, and the difference is immediate, it feels smoother, more controlled, the exit cleaner.

Coach Kai claps once in approval. “That’s it.”

You slow, turning back toward the boards, toward them. Vi is staring at you now with open interest, the usual teasing replaced by something brighter, almost impressed.

“Okay,” she says, shaking her head. “That was hot.”

“Vi,” Caitlyn says, her tone flat but not entirely unamused.

“What? It was.”

You let out a quiet huff of laughter despite yourself, shaking your head before glancing toward Caitlyn. “Thanks.”

She nods once. “Of course.”

For a moment, none of you move. You’re close enough now to notice the details, the faint scrape along Vi’s jaw, the way Caitlyn’s gaze still lingers on you like she’s replaying the movement in her head. The cold doesn’t feel quite as sharp as it did before.

Coach Kai breaks the moment with a sharp clap. “Alright, wrap it up! Hockey’s got the ice.”

Noise rises instantly behind the glass, cheers, complaints, the chaotic energy returning all at once. Vi rolls her shoulders, already shifting back into something looser and louder. “Hear that? Our turn, princess.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Try not to fall over.”

“Oh, I’m definitely falling over,” she replies easily. “Just taking someone with me.”

“Preferably not me,” Caitlyn adds.

“No promises.”

You skate toward the exit, but you don’t leave right away like you normally would. Instead, you linger by the boards, unlacing your skates slowly, watching as they take over the ice. Vi moves like she owns it. Fast, aggressive, colliding with a teammate within seconds and laughing like it’s part of the plan. Caitlyn, on the other hand, is controlled and deliberate, every movement measured, every decision intentional.

For the first time, you find yourself watching them the same way they’ve been watching you.

“Are you practicing at the same time tomorrow?” Vi calls, gliding backward with far too much confidence.

You glance up, meeting Caitlyn’s gaze. She’s already looking at you, waiting, her expression calm but expectant.

You hesitate for only a second before answering. “…Yeah.”

Vi grins, satisfied, while Caitlyn’s smile is smaller, quieter, but no less certain.

As you step off the ice, the cold finally begins to fade from your legs, the thought lingers that your routines have always been precise, structured, and entirely your own. Now, though, something is shifting at the edges, something louder and less predictable working its way in, and for the first time, you’re not entirely sure you want to keep it out.

---

You weren’t too sure what this was.

A flirtationship? No.

A relationship? Definitely not.

Because they were already in one.

Vi and Caitlyn weren’t subtle about it, not if you knew what to look for. It wasn’t loud or overdone, but it was there in the easy way they existed around each other. The casual touches, the unspoken understanding, the way Caitlyn would steady Vi with nothing more than a glance, and Vi would listen without a fight.

They were solid. Established. A couple.

Which meant whatever this situation was, It didn’t make sense.

And yet, somehow, you were still in the middle of it. Like many things in your life it started small enough that you could’ve brushed it off.

Vi’s attention wasn’t unusual; she was like that with everyone. Loud, physical, always in someone’s space. But with you, it lingered. Her shoulder bumps lasted a second too long. Her teasing felt… pointed.

“Careful, princess,” she’d say, skating past you just close enough to knock your balance. “Wouldn’t want you falling for me.”

You rolled your eyes. “You wish.”

“Don’t have to,” she shot back with a grin and a wink to top it off. “Already happening.”

You told yourself it was just how she was.

Except… Caitlyn never stopped it.

It got worse, or better? You couldn’t tell. The day they brought the team to your dress rehearsal.

You stepped onto the ice expecting quiet. Instead, there was a full hockey team pressed against the glass like it was a finals game.

“Oi! Princess!” Vi called immediately, grinning. “Don’t choke!”

“Encouraging,” you muttered, spinning away from them as a small smile graced your face.

Caitlyn, beside her, didn’t look away from you. “Ignore them. You’ll be fine.”

“Them?” Vi scoffed. “I’m her favourite.”

You rolled your eyes, and then your music started. You didn’t think about them while you skated. To be honest you didn’t think about anything while you skated, as you let the ice and music take you.

But without fail every time you finished a section, there was a tap-tap-tap of sticks against the glass, a loud “YES!” from Vi, and a quieter, “That was better,” from Caitlyn.

By the time you finished, they were both already waiting at the board.

Vi leaned over dramatically. “Yeah, okay, that was insane.”

“Vi is right, it was. ” Caitlyn said.

“Insanely hot.”

“Violet.” Caitlyn pushed her girlfriend's shoulder.

You laughed softly, before you could stop yourself. And that should’ve been the end of it. It wasn’t. After that, it just… kept happening. Not so much big moments but small ones.

Vi stealing your gloves and skating off with them.

“Give them back.”

“Come get them.”

“I will trip you.”

“Worth it.”

Caitlyn, from the side: “She will actually trip you.”

“…Noted.”

The three of you sitting on the floor after practice, backs against the boards.

Vi talking about a hit like it was the greatest moment of her life.

You explain, badly, how scoring works in figure skating.

Caitlyn listens to both of you, somehow following everything.

“So you’re judged on… vibes?” Vi asked.

“It’s not vibes-”

“It’s vibes,” Caitlyn said calmly.

You stared at her.

She almost smiled.

---

It didn’t stay on the ice.

That was the problem. Or maybe it wasn’t a problem at all, just the beginning of something that refused to stay contained to one place.

Because at first, it made sense. You were the figure skater. They were hockey players. The rink was the shared space where those two worlds collided, overlapped, then separated again like nothing unusual had happened.

But then it started showing up elsewhere.

Outside the glass.

Outside the rules of practice.

Outside anything Coach Kai could shout corrections at.

The first time Vi caught you outside of the rink, it was already dark outside, the parking lot lit by tall, buzzing lights that made everything look colder than it felt.

You were walking toward your car with your bag over your shoulder and skates in hand, moving slower now that the adrenaline from training had finally worn off and the deep ache settled in your body.

“Hey!” Vi’s voice cut across the lot.

You turned. “You’re still here?”

She jogged over, still in half gear, helmet tucked under one arm. “Yeah. Coach was still yelling at people, so I escaped.”

“That sounds responsible,” you said, unlocking your car.

“It is,” she replied confidently, leaning casually against your car like she belonged there. “Anyway, I’ve got a question.”

You paused with your door half open. “That sounds like a lie.”

Vi grinned. “It wasn’t. Mostly.”

You sighed. “What do you want?”

“Do you always leave like this?” she asked, nodding at your routine. “Practice ends, and you just disappear.”

“I'm going home,” you said.

“That’s not what I mean,” Vi said quickly. “You don’t stick around. You just… vanish.”

“I don’t vanish,” you replied. “I leave.”

From a few metres away, another voice joined in.

“Vi, leave her alone.”

Caitlyn was walking over at an easy pace, jacket still on, gloves tucked into her pocket. Calm as always. Her eyes flicked to you for a second before settling on Vi.

“I’m not bothering her,” Vi said immediately. “I’m asking a question.”

“That’s bothering her,” Caitlyn replied.

You couldn’t help the small laugh that slipped out at that.

Vi pointed at you like she’d caught something. “See? She’s laughing. I’m not bothering her.”

“I laughed at something else,” you said, though you didn’t really argue it strongly.

Caitlyn looked at you. “You’re leaving now?”

“Yeah,” you said.

She nodded once, like that was all she needed. “Drive safe.”

Vi leaned down slightly to peer at you through the open door. “Don’t fall asleep at the wheel or whatever skaters do.”

“I don’t fall asleep at the wheel.”

“You could,” she said, completely serious.

You shook your head, but there was a faint smile there now as you got into the car.

Neither of them moved right away.

Vi stayed leaning against your car, watching like she was waiting to make sure you actually left.

Caitlyn stood a little further back, hands in her pockets, eyes still on you.

Only when you started the engine did Vi straighten and give a lazy wave.

Caitlyn nodded once.

And you drove off thinking that was probably the end of it.

---

The first time they both spotted you on campus and not in or near the rink, it was pure coincidence.

You were walking across the courtyard between buildings, bag over your shoulder, earbuds in, completely in your own world. You looked like you always did off the ice, quieter, more contained, like all the sharp edges had been tucked away somewhere else.

“HEY!” Vi’s voice cut through the noise of campus life like it belonged nowhere near it.

You stopped, turning slightly. “You’re loud everywhere, aren’t you?”

She jogged up beside you while Caitlyn followed shortly behind, grinning like she’d just won something. They were both still in team hoodies and joggers, and Vi’s hair damp like she’d just left training.

“I didn’t know you had classes around here,” she said.

“I didn’t know you paid attention in lectures,” you replied.

“Rude,” she said, not offended in the slightest. “I was skipping.”

“Of course you were.”

“I told you she studies in the arts building,” Caitlyn said to Vi.

Vi blinked. “You stalked her schedule?”

“I looked it up,” Caitlyn corrected. “There’s a difference.”

You stopped walking. “Why would you look that up?”

Caitlyn didn’t hesitate. “You leave the rink right after you finish training. I was curious where you go, besides home of course.”

“That’s still kind of stalking,” Vi said, impressed.

“It’s not,” Caitlyn replied calmly.

You sighed. “I have class.”

Vi nodded like that had explained everything. “Right. So you just… exist quietly between ice sessions.”

“That’s one way to put it.”

Caitlyn studied you for a moment. “You’re different here.”

You frowned slightly. “Everyone is.”

“No,” she said simply. “Not like this.”

Vi leaned closer, squinting at you like she was trying to solve a puzzle. “You look less… untouchable.”

“That’s a weird thing to say,” you replied immediately.

“It’s accurate though,” Vi said.

Caitlyn didn’t disagree.

---

The party wasn’t your idea.

It never was.

Your friend had said something about “getting out more,” dragged you in through the front door, then immediately disappeared into the crowd like they’d completed their mission and logged off.

You were left standing in the entryway with a drink you didn’t remember accepting and music shaking through the walls like it was trying to rearrange your bones. And a dress that hugged your figure perfectly but you kept feeling the need to pull it down more on your thighs.

Perfect.

You were already deciding how soon was socially acceptable to leave when you heard it.

“NO WAY.”

That voice didn’t belong in a crowded house like this.

You turned.

Vi.

Of course.

She pushed through the crowd like it was optional scenery, hoodie half-zipped and a grin that widened the second she saw you.

“Princess!” she said immediately, like it was your full name and title.

You sighed. “Please don’t call me that in public.”

“No,” she said easily. “I think I will.”

Behind her, Caitlyn arrived more quietly, cutting through the noise without fighting it. She didn’t rush. People just… moved.

Her eyes found you immediately.

“You’re here,” Caitlyn said.

“I was invited against my will,” you replied.

Vi laughed. “That’s the best kind of invitation.”

Caitlyn looked at you a moment longer than necessary. “Do you want to stay?”

It was direct.

Simple.

Not teasing.

You paused. “I just got here.”

“That’s not what I asked,” she said.

Vi leaned in slightly. “That’s a yes-or-no situation, princess.”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t know yet.”

Vi nodded like that was acceptable. “We’ll fix that.”

---

Somehow, you ended up with them.

Not because you were pulled.

Just because you didn’t move away.

Vi stuck close immediately, loud even when she tried not to be. Caitlyn stayed on your other side, quieter but always there, like she’d decided your space was something she could occupy carefully.

It didn’t feel like being trapped.

It felt like being… kept track of.

In a way you didn’t hate.

“You’re doing that thing again,” Vi said at one point.

“What thing?”

“That quiet thinking thing,” she replied. “Like you’re planning an escape route.”

“I’m not.”

Caitlyn glanced at you. “You usually are.”

You blinked. “Why do you both say that like it’s normal?”

“Because it is,” Vi said.

That should’ve annoyed you.

Instead, it made you laugh under your breath.

Caitlyn noticed immediately.

“You do that more around us,” she said.

“What?”

“Laughing,” she clarified.

You shrugged. “Maybe you’re less unbearable than I expected.”

Vi gasped. “That’s basically a love confession in my language.”

“It’s not,” you said immediately.

Caitlyn didn’t react to Vi’s comment. She just watched you for a second longer.

Like she was considering something.

Then she said, very evenly, “Do you want to go somewhere quieter?”

You hesitated. “Yeah.”

Vi immediately perked up. “Backyard. Less chaos. More existential conversation. Perfect.”

“I don’t do existential conversations,” you said.

“You will,” she replied confidently.

---

The backyard was cooler, quieter, the noise of the party reduced to something distant and muffled. Someone had strung up cheap lights that flickered slightly in the wind.

You ended up leaning on the low stone wall.

Vi dropped into the grass like she had no respect for posture.

Caitlyn sat beside her, controlled, composed, like she always was.

You stayed slightly apart at first.

Then Vi patted the space beside her. “Sit.”

“I am sitting,” you said.

“That’s not sitting,” she replied. “That’s hovering emotionally.”

You sighed and sat properly on the wall.

Vi grinned like she’d achieved something important. “There. Improvement.”

Caitlyn looked up at you. “You’re more relaxed when you’re not in structured environments.”

“I’m always relaxed,” you said automatically.

“No,” Caitlyn said softly. “You’re not.”

That made you pause.

Not defensive.

Just… aware.

Vi, for once, didn’t interrupt.

Instead she said, a little quieter, “You don’t really let people in, do you?”

You looked at her, then down to the floor shoulders lifting up in a single shrug.

Caitlyn didn’t contradict her.

But she added, “Not here.”

You frowned slightly. “What does that mean?”

Caitlyn met your eyes. “With us.”

Silence settled.

Not awkward.

Just real.

Vi stretched her legs out in front of her. “We’re kind of already in your space a lot anyway.”

“That’s because you show up everywhere I am,” you said.

“Yeah,” Vi said simply. “On purpose.”

That made you look at her.

She didn’t look away.

Caitlyn spoke again, quieter than both of you. “We like being around you.”

It was straightforward.

No games.

No teasing.

Just the truth.

And somehow that was worse than anything else.

Because it didn’t give you an easy way out.

You looked between them. “You both say things like that like it’s normal.”

Vi shrugged. “It is for me. For us.”

Caitlyn nodded once. “It’s becoming normal.”

That line hung there longer than anything Vi ever said.

---

After that night, something changed.

Not loudly.

Not suddenly.

Just… in how they stayed.

Vi started showing up next to you without announcing it, shoulder bumping yours like it was instinct now.

Caitlyn started walking closer than she used to, not touching, but never far.

And you stopped stepping away.

---

The rink was supposed to be empty.

It usually was at this hour, late evening, lights dimmed except for the ones above the ice, the building settling into that quiet hum that only existed after teams left and maintenance hadn’t started yet.

You liked it that way.

No noise. No eyes. Just ice and breath and repetition.

You were halfway through a clean sequence when you felt it, off to the side, near the boards.

Not a coach. Not maintenance. Someone watching.

You slowed slightly on the landing of your next turn, blades carving a shallow arc as you came out of it and looked up.

Vi was leaning against the glass.

Team hoodie on, duffle bag hanging off her shoulders. Grinning like she’d been caught doing something she absolutely intended to be caught doing.

Caitlyn stood beside her.

Not leaning. Not slouching. Just watching you properly, hands in her jacket pockets, expression steady in that quiet way she always had.

You stopped fully this time.

“…You’re both still here?” you called across the ice.

Vi shrugged. “We waited.”

“For what?” you asked.

Caitlyn answered first, like she always did when Vi hesitated for half a second too long.

“For you to finish.”

That made something pause in your chest before you could stop it.

You pushed lightly off the ice, gliding closer to the boards but not too close. “Your practice ended two hours ago.”

“We know,” Vi said.

Caitlyn nodded once. “We stayed anyway.”

There wasn’t anything demanding in it.

That was the problem.

It wasn’t pressure.

It was intentional. 

You exhaled through your nose. “Why?”

Vi and Caitlyn exchanged a look.

Not long.

Not complicated.

Just enough.

Then Vi looked back at you.

“Because we wanted to talk to you,” she said.

You blinked. “You could’ve done that anywhere else on campus.”

Caitlyn’s voice stayed even. “We didn’t want to rush it.”

That made you go quiet.

Because nothing about them ever felt rushed.

Even Vi, who moved like she lived one second ahead of everyone else, was still standing there instead of cutting in. You rested your forearms on the top of the boards, still on the ice side, still separated.

“Okay,” you said carefully. “Talk.”

Another pause.

Not awkward.

Just deliberate.

Vi scratched the back of her neck once. “This is weird.”

Caitlyn didn’t look at her. “It’s not.”

“It is,” Vi insisted. “You don’t usually, you know, say things out loud like this.”

Caitlyn finally glanced at her. “You already said we would.”

Vi sighed. “Yeah, but I didn’t think it would feel like this.”

Your eyes flicked between them. “Am I interrupting something?”

Vi opened her mouth.

Then closed it.

Then looked at you properly.

“We both care about you. A lot.” she said.

Silence landed harder this time.

Not heavy.

Just real.

Caitlyn stepped closer to the glass, closer to you, her gaze steady.

“You’ve been in our space for a while now,” she said. “Not just the rink. Everywhere.”

“I didn’t choose that,” you said automatically.

“I know,” Caitlyn replied. No challenge in it. Just a fact.

Vi pushed off the wall slightly, pacing a small line behind Caitlyn like she needed movement to keep her thoughts straight.

“It’s not even like we planned it,” she added. “We just… started looking for you.”

You frowned slightly. “Looking for me?”

Caitlyn nodded once. “After practice. On campus. Between training.”

Vi stopped pacing. “And it became normal.”

You looked at them both now.

Really looked.

Not as athletes from different sports.

Not as people who just happened to keep showing up in your orbit.

But as Vi and Cait.

Together.

And now here.

At your ice.

You swallowed. “And what does that mean exactly?”

Vi let out a short breath. “It means I like you. A lot.”

Simple.

Unpolished.

Caitlyn didn’t wait for a reaction before speaking.

“I do as well.”

No hesitation.

No softening.

Just certainty layered over something quieter underneath.

You went still.

Because this wasn’t new information anymore.

It was confirmation of something that had already been happening without permission.

You looked down at your skates for a second, then back up.

“…You’re a couple,” you said carefully, more a statement than a question.

Vi immediately nodded. “Yeah.”

Caitlyn didn’t move. “We are.”

That was where the confusion should’ve ended.

But Vi added, a little quieter now, “That doesn’t change this.”

You frowned. “Doesn’t change what?”

Caitlyn’s voice stayed steady. “How we feel.”

Silence again.

The ice creaked faintly beneath you as you shifted your weight.

You exhaled. “So what, I’m just supposed to… what? Fit into that?”

Vi shook her head quickly. “No. That’s not what we’re asking.”

Caitlyn agreed immediately. “We’re not asking you to fit anywhere.”

That made you pause.

Vi looked up at you again, less sharp now.

“We’re telling you it’s there,” she said. “That’s it.”

Caitlyn nodded once. “And that we’re aware of it.”

You blinked. “Aware of what?”

Vi didn’t even hesitate this time.

“Of you,” she said.

That landed differently.

Not dramatic.

Just honest enough to sit under your skin.

Caitlyn’s gaze didn’t waver. “We didn’t expect it to become this.”

The rink was completely still now.

Just the hum of lights.

And the three of you.

You pushed off slightly, just enough to glide closer to the boards again.

Not away.

Not forward.

Just closer.

“…So what happens now?” you asked.

Vi shrugged, but it wasn’t careless. “We don’t know.”

Caitlyn answered softer. “We figure it out.”

A pause.

Then Vi added, a little more like herself again, “Preferably without you ignoring us or disappearing, because that’s been annoying.”

That got a faint huff of laughter out of you before you could stop it.

Caitlyn’s expression softened slightly at the sound.

“You do that often,” she said.

“What?”

“Laugh,” Caitlyn clarified. “Around us.”

You looked at her for a second longer than you meant to.

“…Maybe you’re just funny.”

Vi immediately lit up. “I knew it.”

Caitlyn didn’t argue.

She just watched you.

And for the first time, it didn’t feel like you were outside of something.

It felt like you were standing right at the edge of it.

And they were waiting, together, for you to decide if you stepped in.

---

Four months later, it didn’t feel confusing anymore.

It just felt normal.

What had started as something awkward and hard to define had slowly turned into something steady in your everyday life, like routines you didn’t think about anymore, like classes you always went to, like the rink you always ended up back at.

It still didn’t look like other people’s relationships, but that didn’t really matter anymore.

Mostly because it wasn’t about labels or comparisons.

It was just the three of you.

Vi and Caitlyn were still very much Vi and Caitlyn. Caitlyn calm and observant, Vi loud and affectionate and always invading your space like it was her job.

And now you were just… part of it.

Not on the outside of their relationship anymore.

Not something complicated or uncertain.

Just included.

Wherever they were, you were there too.

---

Like mornings when you’d wake up for class and find yourself already wrapped in Vi’s hoodie, because she’d put it on you during the night without even thinking.

“You stole my hoodie,” she’d say when you pointed it out.

“You put it on me,” you’d reply.

“Yeah, because you looked cold,” she’d say like it was obvious.

Caitlyn, already awake and reading at her desk, would just add, “You both act like you’re arguing, but you’re agreeing.”

And then she’d quietly hand you your bag before you left so you weren’t late.

---

On campus, it was the same.

Vi would find you between classes and immediately fall into step beside you, lacing your fingers with hers.

Caitlyn would fix your hair without asking when it got messy from the wind.

“You don’t have to do that,” you’d say once.

Caitlyn would just look at you and say, “I know. I want to.”

And then she’d do it again the next day anyway.

---

You’re trying to study.

That’s the goal.

Vi is chewing on a pen.

Caitlyn is actually studying.

You are too easily distracted.

“Why is this so quiet?” Vi whispers loudly.

“It’s a library,” you whisper back.

“So?” she whispers even louder.

Caitlyn doesn’t look up. “Vi, if you get us kicked out, I’m leaving you here.”

“You wouldn’t abandon me,” Vi says confidently.

Caitlyn pauses. “I would.”

You snort quietly.

Vi turns to you immediately. “See? She’s scary.”

You reach over, take the pen out of Vi’s mouth, and put it on the table.

“Stop eating stationery.”

Vi grins. “You’re taking care of me.”

“I’m preventing chaos,” you correct.

Caitlyn, still reading “Same thing.”

---

It starts completely normal, the kind of normal that doesn’t feel like anything at all when it’s happening.

You’re standing on campus between classes, talking to someone from one of your lectures. It’s nothing serious, just coursework, deadlines, the usual complaining about how early everything is scheduled. You’re smiling a bit, nodding along, not thinking much of it.

It’s harmless.

At least to you.

Vi sees it from across the path.

And she stops walking.

Not dramatically. Not loudly. Just this subtle pause where her whole attention locks onto the scene like it suddenly matters more than anything else going on around her.

Caitlyn notices immediately beside her.

“Vi. You're staring.” Caitlyn says, her tone calm like she’s commenting on the weather rather than diagnosing a problem.

Vi doesn’t even look at her. “I’m not.”

Caitlyn raises an eyebrow slightly. “You are.”

“I’m just looking,” Vi insists, crossing her arms like that somehow proves her point.

“You’re glaring,” Caitlyn corrects gently, already sounding resigned.

“I am not glaring,” Vi repeats, but her feet are already moving again before she finishes the sentence.

Caitlyn sighs under her breath. “Oh no.”

By the time Vi reaches you, she doesn’t announce herself like she usually does. There’s no loud “hey” or shoulder bump from a distance. She just appears at your side, sliding into your space like it belongs to her.

Her arm goes around your waist in a way that looks casual and you can feel that it’s slightly more deliberate than usual.

“Hey,” she says, way too relaxed for someone who just crossed half a courtyard. “Are you done here?”

You blink, a little surprised by the interruption. “We were in the middle of a conversation.”

The person you were talking to looks between you both, clearly sensing they’ve suddenly become very unnecessary in this situation.

Vi turns her head slightly toward them, still keeping her arm around you. “Yeah, sorry,” she says politely enough, though it’s very clearly not negotiable. “We’ll pick this up later.”

And just like that, they leave.

You stare at her for a second longer than necessary. “What was that?”

“What was what?” Vi replies immediately, far too innocent.

Before you can even answer, Caitlyn arrives behind her, slower, calmer, taking in the scene with one glance that says she already understands everything happening here.

“You were jealous,” Caitlyn says simply, like she’s stating a fact she’s already accepted.

“I was not,” Vi says instantly.

“You were,” you add, still confused but starting to realise what just happened.

Vi keeps her arm around you a little tighter, like that solves the accusation. “I just don’t like people taking up your time when I haven’t seen you all day.”

“That was a classmate,” you point out.

“Exactly,” Vi says like that makes it worse, not better.

Caitlyn steps closer now, resting her hand lightly on your arm, not pulling you away from Vi, just grounding the situation so it doesn’t spiral into chaos.

“You didn’t have to interrupt,” Caitlyn says softly, but there’s a hint of amusement under it.

Vi finally looks at you properly now, her expression less defensive and more honest. “You were smiling at them,” she says, quieter this time.

You pause slightly. “That’s because we were having a normal conversation.”

Vi shrugs once, like she’s decided that’s irrelevant. “Don’t care.”

Caitlyn lets out a small breath that sounds almost like a laugh, shaking her head slightly as she looks at Vi.

“You’re ridiculous,” she says.

Vi leans her head slightly against you for a second, completely unbothered again now that she’s said her piece. “Am I wrong though?”

You look at Caitlyn.

Caitlyn looks back at you.

Then she says, completely calm, “No. But you are still ridiculous.”

Vi smiles instantly like that’s all the validation she needed.

And just like that, she relaxes again, like nothing ever happened, her arm still comfortably around you as if it was never in question.

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You’re lying on Vi’s bed, in between Caitlyn’s legs, her long fingers gliding through your hair. All three of you watching a movie no one is actually following.

Vi is halfway lying on top of you.

“You’re heavy,” you complain.

“I’m emotionally supporting you,” she says.

Caitlyn, without looking away from the screen: “You’re crushing her.”

“I am not.”

“You are,” you both say at the same time.

Vi pauses. Then shifts slightly, but still doesn’t move off you.

“…Better?”

“No.” you say. Vi responds with a swift kiss to your lips before resting her head in the crook of your neck. Caitlyn laughs at your expense not before placing a tender kiss on your temple. Eventually you shut up and watch the movie, situated comfortably between your two girls.

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The rink is already half-empty when you step off the ice, blades scraping softly as you coast toward the exit. Your legs feel heavy in that familiar way, like they’ve finally decided they’ve done enough for the day and are no longer accepting requests.

You’re sitting on the bench, halfway through untying your skates, when your phone buzzes.

Vi: I’m outside. Don’t move.

You stare at it for a second.

You don’t even get a chance to reply before the door to the arena swings open again.

Vi walks in like she owns the place.

Not in gear this time, just hoodie, loose jacket, hair slightly messy like she didn’t bother fixing it after practice. Caitlyn is right behind her, more composed, already holding your spare bag like she anticipated this exact moment.

Vi spots you immediately.

“Perfect timing,” she says, walking straight over.

“I can walk out myself,” you reply automatically, already pulling at your laces.

Vi crouches in front of you anyway.

“No,” she says simply.

You blink. “No?”

“No,” she repeats, like that settles it.

Caitlyn leans against the boards beside you, watching the entire thing unfold with calm amusement.

“You were supposed to wait outside,” she says to Vi.

“I did wait,” Vi replies, already reaching for your skates.

“Five seconds,” Caitlyn corrects.

“That’s waiting.”

You shake your head slightly, trying not to smile as Vi starts untying your skates for you like she does this every day, which, honestly, she kind of does now.

“I’m perfectly capable of doing this myself,” you say.

“Yeah,” Vi replies without looking up, fingers working quickly at your laces, “but then I don’t get to do it for you.”

That makes you pause slightly.

Caitlyn notices immediately, of course she does.

“She likes picking you up,” Caitlyn says simply, like she’s stating something obvious.

Vi glances up for a second. “I do.”

“You’re acting like I can’t bring myself home,” you say.

Vi finally finishes one skate and moves to the other. “You can. I just think you shouldn’t have to right now.”

Caitlyn steps closer, gently taking your jacket from the bench and holding it open.

“You pushed hard today,” she says. “We’re taking you home.”

You look between them. Vi still crouched in front of you, focused on your skates. Caitlyn is standing beside you, already ready to wrap you up in warmth the second you’re done.

And you realise this isn’t really a discussion.

It’s just… what they do.

Vi finishes untying your second skate and looks up at you with a grin like she’s very proud of herself.

“Alright,” she says, standing and offering her hand. “Passenger princess, let’s go.”

You narrow your eyes. “I am not the passenger princess.”

Vi gasps dramatically. “You absolutely are. You sit in the car and do nothing. That’s the role.”

Caitlyn, deadpan as ever “She’s right.”

You sigh, but you take Vi’s hand anyway.

Because she’s already pulling you up, and Caitlyn is already stepping in beside you, and your bag is already on her shoulder like it belongs there.

And by the time you reach the car, Vi has opened the door for you before you even get there.

“You’re ridiculous,” you say.

Vi grins. “Yeah, but you’re in the passenger seat.”

Caitlyn slides into the driver’s side, glancing at you both through the mirror.

“You’re both impossible,” she says.

Vi leans over the seat slightly. “But we're your impossible.”

And somehow, that’s exactly how you end up, buckled in, warm, skates gone, hands free, watching the city lights pass by while Vi talks nonstop in the back seat and Caitlyn drives like she’s done this a hundred times before.

And you don’t argue anymore.

Because being the passenger princess?

Apparently, you didn’t get a choice in that.

[uniquedinosaurdreamland]

Lionesses x Reader

-Spiderman and Cinderella-

Cute little start to a maybe series xx

Lionesses x Reader, Lionesses x R!Children!

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Your whole life was flipped upside down at sixteen. You were on your way to become an amazing football player, playing the the U17’s Lionesses as well as in the Liverpool Academy and were deemed one of the best upcoming players. But It all went down hill when one night at a party you got drunk, slept with a guy and before you knew it, you were standing in a bathroom with a positive pregnancy test staring right back at you.

Conversation after conversation followed with family, friends and staff about what to do next. You had managed to contact the boy from that night only to get ghosted and to find out he had left town the next week with his family.

You support system was made up of the best people in your life, being there with you through everything even when learning that it wasn’t just one baby but two. Nine months later your beautiful twins were born, Theo Luka Y/L/N coming out first followed by his sister Maisie Luna Y/LN. Your heart was full from the moment your babies were placed into your arms and you knew you would give them the world and more.

Nobody expected you to return back to football but just four months later your were back in the academy, juggling school, football and your twins but in the end you made it work. Now fast forward three years with your two bundles of joy now being three years old you were on your way to your first senior call up for the England National team.

You were the last to arrive at St George's Park due to having two bubbly, energy filled toddlers who refused to wear anything beside a Spiderman costume for Theo and a Cinderella dress for Maisie. Arriving just in time for dinner, you left your bags as you were notified someone would take up to your room that only held you and the twins.

There was no time to be nervous when entering the dining hall, having two of the most extroverted toddlers ever they didn’t waste anytime in rushing through the doors and towards the food. Taking no notice of the many eyes that snapped to the two toddlers, like always in their own little worlds.

“Slow down guys, I will get your food. Be patient please.” You ran in after them, smiling apologetically at the chef who didn’t know what to do with two kids babbling at him in a toddler language he couldn’t quite understand.

“You got some energetic kids there.” You turned around to the voice of Sarina, smiling as she pulled you into a hug before bending down to the twins levels. “Hi, my name is Sarina. What are your names?”

Maisie and Theo looked up at you simultaneously, making sure to give them a small nod to tell Sarina their names. “Spiderman” Sarina let out a laugh at Theo’s answer.

“Well nice to meet you Spiderman, and I am guessing you are a princess.” Sarina turned to Maisie after shaking Theo’s hand gently.

“I am Cinderella.” Maisie said poking out her chest in pride, you couldn’t help but smile as your new coach stood a curtsied to Maisie, the toddler letting out her tiny giggles that never failed to melt your heart.

Sarina stood with you as you grabbed plates and filled them with food you knew Theo and Maisie would like, lucky for you they were absolutely angles when it came to eating, when they were younger both of them even ate dog food for you childhood dog that was set out at your parents home.

“Two hands.” Placing the tray carefully into Maisie’s hand. Unbeknownst to you Leah and Lucy had stood from their respective tables and made their way towards the group of you.

“Need a little help there mister?” Leah bent down grabbing the tray from Theo’s hands to her own as he saw the young boy struggling. “You wanna come sit with me, I’m Leah.” Theo once again looked warily at the blonde stranger reaching behind him to tug you shirt, causing you to turn around.

“Hi.” You couldn’t help but be awestruck at the two world class defenders in front of you, managing only a small greeting.

“Hi, I’m Leah I can take this little guy to come sit with me.” The blonde greeted showing off her trademark smile.

“Oh god, you really don’t have to.” You said shaking your head knowing Theo was in his most energetic mood and he was eating his dinner which meant he was very messy.

“Mummy I want to go.” You looked down surprise at Theo.

“Okay then off you go, I want all the veggies gone when I come check.” Not another word was uttered from your three year old as he happily took Leah’s hand as she led him to her table that sat Keira, Georgia, Beth, Jordan and Katie. You didn’t even notice Maisie was already sat at a table with Lucy, Rachel, Millie, Mary and Alex.

“What just happened?” You said to no one in particular, Sarina laughing and patting your back.

“You got free babysitting, just go with it.” Sarina smiled before making her way back to the staff tables.

You didn’t have to worry about where to sit cause as soon as you turned around from grabbing your plate the loud voice of Ella Toone rang out calling you over to sit down at a table that held herself, Alessia, Lotte, Esme, Lauren and Chloe. Your nerves shattered away as you fell into a comfortable conversation with the group of girls, not taking any note to the conversations your twins were having with some of Englands best.

“Is your Mummy good at football?” Rachel asked Maisie who was stuffing her face with food, sat comfortably in her chair that had four cushions stacked to keep her in level with the table.

“My Mummy is the best, she gets all the balls in the net.” Maisie smiled at Rachel who she had now named Ra-Ra, the three year old having a nick for coming up with nicknames for people with names she deemed to hard or long to say.

“She sounds pretty good.” Millie smiled at the little girl across the table.

Back at the table Theo was sitting in he was telling a long story about how he was going to be the best football player ever. “What position?” Keira asked the boy, who thought about his answer for a sec.

“Keeper like Jordan Pickford and Mary Earps.” Theo replied with a big smile on his face.

“Yo, Mary you’ve got a future keeper here, says he wants to be like you and Pickford.” Georgia yelled to the table Mary was sitting at, she caught Theo’s eye giving him a big smile and thumbs up.

“Theo what happened to becoming a striker like your mum.” You said to Theo having caught wind of the conversation that was happening across the room.

“Keepers at the unseen hero’s of the game.” You jaw dropped as the three keepers around the room cheered at your son’s words.

“Who told you that? also your veggies better be done.” Your son’s face dropped from his sly smirk into a annoyed face as he looked down at the broccoli and carrots on his plate that you knew for a fact he did like but just didn’t eat it straight away to annoy you.

Having lost track of the time as everyone sat and talked you looked down at your phone to see it was the just about time to put the twins to bed, knowing they were bound to crash soon you knew it was time to get them to bed.

What you hadn’t expected to see when you stood up to grab the two toddlers were both of them fast asleep Theo in the arms of Beth and Maisie asleep in the lap of Millie, looking tiny in comparison to the brick wall.

“It will never seize to amaze me how they always fall asleep with everyone else but me.” You smiled at Beth who gently passed Theo into your arms.

“You’ll be back down right we are all just hanging out down in the team room.” Leah asked before you could step away from the table.

“As soon as these two are settled I will be back, by the looks of things I will be back very quickly.” You smiled at the table walked over to the other table where Maisie was cured into Millie’s chest.

“I can bring her up.” Millie immediately offered, making your heart melt at the kindness from all these women just on your first night.

Soon enough with Theo in your arms, Maisie in Millies as well as Rachel tagging along for the ride you made it up to your room without any toddlers waking up. “Was it hard to come back from giving birth?” The question came out of no where from Millie as you placed Theo into bed.

“I though about not doing football and just giving up all together, I was sixteen, still in school with twins it was almost impossible to do it. But football is everything to me and I really wanted to come back and I knew if I worked hard enough I could make it my career. It was hard, but even getting this call up makes it feel all worth it.” Millie and Rachel nodded along to your words as you placed both twins on one of the beds, making sure to set up a baby monitor in case they woke up.

“They’ll be fine in there?” Rachel asked.

“They’ve had a long day i’ll be very surprised if they wake up before I come back to the room, they somehow always wake up when they feel my presence come back.”

Coming back to one of the team common room everyone was sitting around in their different groups. You decided to join a group of the younger girls who were playing a game of uno.

“I’ll deal you in.” Alessia said smiling up and giving you seven cards to play the game.

You were able to play about two rounds with Niamh taking the win for one round while you took the win for the other. Most of the girls also had a big travel day so everyone headed to bed early including you, waving goodnight to Esme and Lauren who took the room beside you. You quickly entered the room quickly checking on the twins, getting ready for bed and falling straight asleep.

[uniquedinosaurdreamland]

Ingrid Engen & Mapi León x Reader

-Annoying-

yay (kind of hate the ending but lol)

Ingrid Engen & Mapi León x Reader -Annoying- 🩷

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“Who pissed in your coffee this morning sunshine?” Lucy smirked as she caught sight of you walking into the change room with a scowl covering your face. “Where are the other two, thought you guys were attached at the hip.” Lucy continued to tease.

“I can’t deal with Mapi right now, so I am going to stay far away from her otherwise I will kill her.” You said to your national teammate trying to control your emotions and stay calm. The morning started like any other waking up between your two girlfriends, engulfed in warmth until you all had to get up and get ready for training.

You don’t know why but Mapi had woken up in an extra annoying mood and her sole purpose was to make you want to pull your hair out. She knew how much you hated to be poked and tickled so all she had been doing those exact things, in the bathroom, when you were making coffee, when you just passed each other in your morning routines and even when you were walking down the stairs causing you to almost slip as well as lose your shit. Mapi had also turned to making fun of your height, you were only a few centimetres shorter then the older women but that was enough for her.

You had grown up with three older brothers who took pride in how ticklish you were and who sit on you and poke and prod until you couldn’t breathe. They had traumatised you so much that you hated anyone even making the movement of poking or tickling as it made you squirm. Yet Mapi didn’t care, loving your pouting face when she did it.

She had riled you up so much you had decided to drive yourself to training instead of getting driven by Ingrid. “You're an idiot.” Ingrid directed to Mapi, shaking her head as she watched you pull out of the driveway.

“Come on, it was just a joke, Corazón.” Mapi said, trying to defend herself.

“You know how much Y/N hates you poking and tickling her, and yet you continued.” Ingrid replied, grabbing her keys from the counter to take the other car to training since you had taken the main one.

“She’ll get over it.”

You in fact did not ‘get over it’ instead you worked hard to ignore your Spanish girlfriend through the entire training session, moving away when she stood too close, ignoring her calls from across the field, deciding to only speak to the older woman when you were placed on the same team for a game at the end of training.

Ingrid watched from the sidelines with Frido and Keira sat on either side of her, she laughed lightly as you scored a goal moving to high five your team members except for Mapi who had her hand up for you only to get brushed. “What's up with your girls?” Frido asked.

“Mapi was annoying Y/N and now Y/N won’t speak to Mapi so I’m just leaving them to sort it out, like always.” The three watched as Mapi ran by you pushing out a finger to hit your side, you scowled, hitting her hand away while Mapi smirked back winking.

“At the World Cup Ella and Alessia tried to tickle Y/N, she almost killed them. Lucy can vouch for me, she was the one having to hold little miss sunshine back from strangling them.” Keira said remembering the time you had been napping on one of the couches at national camp and Ella and Alessia had woken you up by tickling you under your arms and around your neck.

“Mapi needs to learn when to stop and she will learn her lesson once she takes it too far. Y/N did grow up with three older brothers.” Ingrid said shrugging her shoulder, she’d seen enough of Mapi teasing you and she knew you always got the last laugh.

Not even a minute later Mapi had snuck up on you and proceeded to tickle you, you let out a scream as you tried to get out of her tight grasp. You had finally been pushed over the edge and once you finally got out of her grip you turned around using all your force to tackle your Spanish girlfriend to the ground. Mapi wasn’t a typically ticklish person but you knew of the one spot on her neck that was very ticklish.

So with Mapi’s arms pinned under your knees your hands made their way to that spot that made the defender laugh and squirm underneath you. Mapi begged you to stop, being too weak from being tickled to throw you off. After a few moments she finally mustered the strength to get her arms from under your knees to grab your waist and flip you over onto your back.

“Calm down mi amor.” Mapi laughed as she now had your hands pinned down.

“I hate you.” You said through gritted teeth.

“I am sorry I have been annoying you. I will stop now if you calm down.” Mapi said looking down at you with her signature smirk plastered on her face.

“I hope you know I will get you back.” You stared back up at her as she got off you offering you her hand to be pulled up.

“I’m sure you will Cariño.” The slightly taller woman said, pressing a soft kiss to your hairline, smirking as she noticed you trying to hide your smile at the action. The whistle had been blown to end the game without you two realising so you both started to walk to your other girlfriend who stood talking with Frido and Keira waiting for you both.

Mapi stopped to talk as you grabbed a water bottle to drink from, before you made your way to the locker room you had one last plan. Turning to Mapi once again who had her back faced to you, you put your foot up and pushed it into the back of her knee successfully giving her a dead leg. You laughed loudly as her knee crumbled, with the mix of the dead leg and the hard training session her leg wasn’t working.

You weren’t sticking around to deal with Mapi’s annoyance, ignoring her colourful language and laughing as Ingrid hit her on the back of the head running to fall into step with Lucy. You were quick to move to the shower once you got back to the locker room. You had finished getting dressed in your (Ingrid’s) hoodie and some shorts.

“You are annoying.” Mapi said as the three of you said your goodbyes and moved to the parking lot to head home.

“I know.” You smiled back. “But I’ll go get some stuff for dinner on the way home, so you can’t stay mad at me.” You said as you walked to the car you had taken while Ingrid and Mapi walked to the other one.

Starting the car and pulling out, sending light smiles to the fans that were hanging around the entrance. Your shopping trip was quick, grabbing the last few things to make your mum's famous soup recipe before making your way back home. Quickly grabbing your training bag and shopping bags from the boot you unlocked your front door and headed into the kitchen.

Blowing a kiss to Ingrid who sat on the couch reading a book, not knowing where your other lover was but just figured she was in your shared room somewhere. Not having to start dinner for another two hours you put all the groceries away before moving to the couch flopping down so your head was sat on Ingrid's lap.

“Hei Kjære.”(Hello Darling) Ingrid smiling down at you moving to press a soft kiss to your lips, you smiled against hers as she pulled away to continue her book. You smiled as Bagheera jumped up onto your lap, your fingers threaded themselves though his fur getting a satisfied purr from the cat.

You were too focused on Bagheera to notice Mapi finally made her way from the bedroom to the lounge. The older woman smiled at the scene in front of her before moving to take Bagheera away. “Hey, give me my precious boy back.” You whined as Mapi moved the now sleeping cat to his bed.

“No cause you need to hug tu novia.”(your girlfriend) Mapi smiled, moving to lay down.

“You're annoying though.” You looked up at her teasingly.

“Lástima.”(Too bad) Mapi said before running full speed ahead to launch herself on top of you. Immediately burying her head into your neck, your hands made their way up her hoodie to scratch her back lightly.

“Why can’t you get along like this all the time.” Ingrid said, looking down at the two of you.

“Because my love, Maria is like a child she needs attention all the time and she thinks in order to get the attention she wants she has to poke and tickle.” You smiled up at your Norwegian lover, Mapi didn’t seem to like your comment as she grabbed onto your sides and dug into them with her fingers.

You immediately tried to get her off and you did which meant that Mapi was now on the ground. “I take it back.” Ingrid mutters under her breath as she once again watches the two of you get into a play fight. Which ends up with you over Mapi’s shoulder as she pokes you in the stomach over and over.

“STOP PLEASE STOP.” You yelled.

“Say I am the best most amazing person ever.” Mapi said, stopping her movements for a moment.

“No.” You squealed again as Mapi started to poke you again, not letting you move down from over her shoulder as you banged on her back. “Fine, you are the best most amazing person ever. Happy.” And with that you were placed back on your feet.

“Very.” Mapi looked down at you, as you moved to get out of her grip and return to your position on the sofa she pulled you in and connected your lips. Mapi moved to deepen the kiss, your legs feeling weak as she squeezed your hips, but before she would get carried away you pushed her away gently.

“I have to get dinner ready.” You said simply pecking her lips one more time before moving to the kitchen, Mapi happily making her way over to Ingrid to cuddle into her side.

You spent the rest of the night eating and watching a new movie that Ingrid had picked out, you were first to call quits and head to bed finishing your night routine before hopping into bed while your lovers finished the movie. An hour later the movie finished and Ingrid and Mapi headed up to bed, catching sight of you snuggled into the sheets made their hearts flutter.

Ingrid climbed into her side on the left after she was finished, closely followed by Mapi who took her side on the right on either side of you. Ingrid and Mapi’s hands intertwined over your waist as Ingrid snuggled into your neck and Mapi pulled your head gently to rest on her chest, the three of you now in a deep sleep tired from the fun but annoying day you had.

[uniquedinosaurdreamland]

Ingrid Engen & Mapi León x Reader -Nap-

Hi everyone, this is my first post on here so I really hope you like it and give me some requests please 💛

Ingrid Engen & Mapi León x Reader -Nap-

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It was very rare to be home before your girlfriends got back from training when you were called in for shifts. Being a paramedic in Barcelona meant that when you were on call it was for long hours though the whole night or the whole day. Growing up in London, England, you were immediately drawn to human anatomy and seeing the work paramedics drew you to the adrenaline filled job.

You first met Mapi and Ingrid about a year and a half ago when you were visiting your childhood best friend Keira Walsh when she first moved to Barcelona. Unlike the midfielder you knew Spanish very well from taking it in your GCSEs, and on a night out with Keira’s new teammates you had spent pretty much the whole time speaking to the couple who had taken an interest in hearing about you and what you do for work.

Fast forward about a year of dating the two women. You couldn’t be happier, going through long distance for the first couple of months until you secured a position as an EMT in the busy city and there was never a dull moment.

In the early morning you had left the house before either of your lovers were up, saying a quiet goodbye before leaving to start your predicted twelve hour shift. You drove around with your partner Gabe who had grown up in the city, no major calls starting out making it pretty easy. Though every single time the Q word came up what happened after would never be good.

“Quiet today.” Gabe said causing you to groan as not even a second later you were called to a car accident with multiple vehicles and injured people.

“Idiota.” You said as you turned the ambulance around to the place of the accident. Getting to the scene you were immediately pulled to work taking note of the multiple emergency personnel and blood and bodies scattered around the road with people trying to aid.

It took a long time to calm down the chaos, working on multiple patients that needed to get to the hospital quickly. You worked purely off adrenaline, split from Gabe as you worked on a five year old girl who had pain in her chest and a broken arm. It seemed like the driver of a truck had gone out of control going down a busy highway taking out a lot of cars on the way.

You were used to traumatic calls, you had time to think about everything later but in the moment you had to save the patients that were still alive. After a couple more hours and dropping off patients at the hospital you and Gabe were driving through the streets. The two of you didn’t talk as images flashed through your brain.

The memories of patients some it which you could save but others where people were to far gone to save.

“Podemos traernos del turno? No podemos continuar.” (Can we brought of the shift? We can't continue.) Gabe said to the emergency base knowing that both you and himself were not mentally okay to continue the shift.

Once you got back to the Ambulance base you said goodbye to Gabe and headed back to your apartment, you were called off five hours before your shift was to end and now had the whole apartment to yourself as your two girlfriends were still at training. You made sure to send a quick text to them both telling them what had happened and how you were going to shower and sleep once you got back, knowing they probably wouldn’t see it for another couple of hours.

Unlocking your front door, putting your bags down and heading straight to the shower to scrub the dried blood and sweat off your body from the day. After twenty minutes you were out and dressed in one of Ingrid’s shirts and a pair of Mapi’s old Barcelona shorts, climbing into bed under the covers and immediately falling asleep.

…

Mapi read your text once she pulled her phone out of bag after training, eyebrows furrowed as she read what had happened showing Ingrid who looked over her shoulder. The two quickly showered trying to get home to you as quick as they could, saying goodbye to their teammates before driving to their apartment.

The two women's eyes softened as they landed on your sleeping form snuggled into the covers. Ingrid grabbed your uniform that was on the bathroom floor, taking it to wash while Mapi walked over to your sleeping form. “Hola mi amor.” Mapi whispered, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead.

Mapi smiled gently as you cuddled into her side, still half asleep. Ingrid came in not long after immediately hoping on the other side of you and wrapping her arm around your waist. At this point you were just pretending to be asleep wanting to stay like this forever with your two favourite people.

“We know you're awake.” Ingrid whispered into your ear, causing shivers to run up your spine.

“Leave me be.” You muttered back burying your head further in Mapi’s side, the two women laughing lightly choosing to just let your rest. Mapi moved from her sitting position of the bed to move further down making sure to settle your head into a comfy position on her chest, taking her other lover's hand resting them over your waist.

Ingrid stayed awake scrolling through her phone as you and Mapi fell asleep once again, the warmth taking over. An hour and a half passed and soon dinner time was fast approaching and Ingrid needed to know what you guys wanted. “Min elsker tid til å stå opp.” (My loves time to get up.) Mapi woke up as soon as she heard Ingrid’s voice but like always you stayed asleep.

“Just leave her.” Mapi said, looking at Ingrid.

“I need to know what she wants for dinner.” Ingrid said, sending a pointed look to the defender.

“You know she’ll eat anything you make.” Mapi said as she manoeuvred herself from under you to enter the kitchen, pressing a sweet kiss to Ingrid’s cheek as they started to get dinner ready for the three of you.

Thirty minutes passed and you were brought from your nap by the feeling of being alone in bed, and you were right as you noticed that neither of your lovers were next to you and both sides were cold. Grabbing your phone from the bedside table you saw a message from Keira and others notifications from other apps, moving to respond to your best friend planning some breakfast plans for the two of you.

Walking out of the shared bedroom your senses were met with an amazing aroma of fresh food and your two beautiful girlfriends standing in the kitchen making the food (Mapi messing around more than helping). “Morning sleeping beauty.” Mapi teased, smiling brightly as she realised you had woken up from your nap.

“You're so funny.” You joked back, teasing her even more by dodging her kiss to land on your cheek instead of your lips.

“Oi.” Mapi yelled, grabbing both of your cheeks and pulling her lips to meet yours, giggling into the kiss as she poked at your sides.

You took your seat at one of the chairs at the kitchen island, each of you talking about your day. Not long later Ingrid had finished dinner asking you to set the table, quickly complying so you could eat the perfectly prepared meal. Eating in comfortable silence, with conversations flowing around every so often.

Since Ingrid cooked it was either Mapi or you cleaning up and of course it was decided by a simple game of rock, paper, scissors. “Suck on that loser.” You laughed as you showed scissors while Mapi had paper.

“No best of three-” Mapi tried to argue.

“Elskling.” Ingrid said looking up from her phone, knowing that Mapi had suggested whoever won first had to do the washing up, shutting your idea down of best of three. Mapi pouted as you pressed a light kiss on her cheek before moving to snuggle into your other girlfriend who was waiting with her arms open.

Ingrid was very used to her girlfriends' childish fights, always there to diffuse them, but secretly she loved seeing either you or Mapi’s pouts when you were told off. It took Mapi ten minutes to clean up so soon enough she was back in the living room jumping onto the couch taking you and Ingrid by surprise.

Ingrid had settled herself with her book with you tucked under her arm with your back resting against her side, Mapi slotted herself in between your legs resting her head on your stomach while also grabbing your hand to intertwine your fingers into her hair. Love Island was on so that was playing on the TV. Neither one of your girlfriends liked the show but couldn’t bring themselves to tell you to turn it off due to how much it made you laugh and just how much you enjoyed it.

Your giggles were heard through the room, Ingrid smiling to herself at how happy you were and Mapi finding comfort in your joy as your fingers continued to comb through her hair and glide over her tattoos. You would never grow tired of the warmth Mapi and Ingrid gave you and their ability to make any day 100% better.