The moment had arrived when F/N's teammates decided it was time to let them in on a little secret. that the Lionesses had a tendency to "baby" them from time to time. It had been a source of amusement among the team and they couldn't resist spilling the beans.
One evening, while the teams was gathered in their hotel room, Rice, Grealish, Foden and Pickford sat F/N down for a serious discussion, or so it seemed. They all wore exaggerated, stern expressions that F/N couldn't help but find suspicious.
"F/N" Declan Rice began, his voice grave, "there's something we need to talk to you about."
F/N raised an eyebrow, glancing around at their friends. "What's going on?"
Jack Grealish leaned forward, placing a hand on F/N's shoulder for dramatic effect. "You see, mate, we've noticed something... peculiar."
Phil Foden chimed in with an equally serious tone. "It's about the Lionesses, F/N. They seem to have a soft spot for you."
Jordan Pickford nodded gravely. "A very, very soft spot."
F/N's confusion deepened. "Soft spot? What are you guys talking about?"
Declan Rice cleared his throat and then began to recount some rather amusing incidents involving the Lionesses. "Remember that time Bronze tied your shoelaces during practice?"
*FLASHBACK*
"Oi, F/N," she called, her voice carrying across the field.
F/N looked up, Their brow furrowing in confusion. "Yeah, Lucy?"
Lucy, not one to beat around the bush, simply bent down and began to tie F/N's shoelaces, Much to F/N's confused face
"Lucy, I've got it," F/N protested, trying to pull their foot away, but Lucy's grip was firm.
"Nonsense," she replied playfully slapping their boot to signal stop moving. "We can't have you tripping over your own shoelaces, can we? Safety first, mate."
The male players couldn't help but watch the spectacle, their amusement growing with each passing moment. F/N's protests grew more and more comical as they tried to wriggle out of Lucy's grasp.
"Lucy, seriously, I can tie my own shoelaces," They insisted, but Lucy was having none of it.
"There you go," she declared triumphantly, having successfully tied a perfect knot. She gave Jack's boot a playful pat. "All done. You're welcome." Lucy said with a smile and ran back on the pitch
F/N sighed in disbelief , realizing that there was no arguing with Lucy's determined instincts.
*FLASHBACK END*
F/N's eyes widened in realization. "...........that was one time.......well she still does it" they looked down scratching the back of their head
Jack Grealish couldn't contain his laughter. "And what about when Millie Bright offered to carry your bags after training because they looked heavy?"
*FLASHBACK*
"Oi, F/N," she called out, her voice carrying across the hallway. "Need a hand with that?"
F/N, determined to prove that they could handle their bag on their own, shook their head vigorously. "Nah, I've got it Millie. Thanks though."
But Millie was having none of it. Ignoring F/N's protest, she strolled over to them, a confident grin on her face. she grabbed the heavy bag, hoisted it onto her shoulder and began to carry it up the stairs with ease.
F/N stood there, their mouth agape, watching in awe as Millie Bright effortlessly managed what they had struggled with just moments ago. Rachel Daly who was walking with Bright couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.
