Little Mewis

I WIN!

You'd returned to the pitch after your two weeks break, stronger than ever thanks to the support of your family and friends when you'd gotten some surprising news.

"Girls!" Jonas called right before training started that morning. "Come here!"

As they gathered round, the Manager cleared his throat. "So, girls, we've got a new signing joining us today, and I want you all to make her feel welcome."

"Who?" Kim asked, eyebrows raised in confusion. Apparently, Jonas hadn't told anyone about this new signing, even you and Kim.

"She's from the US," Jonas said vaguely. "She used to play for the Portland Thorns, Manchester Uni-"

"TOBY!" You screeched, tackling the older Striker to the ground. "I FOOKIN' KNEW IT!"

She chuckled, trying to push you off of her in a futile attempt to sit up. "I know, Chris was trying to change the subject last week before you figured it out."

"Hold on!" You beamed, sprinting towards the locker room to grab your phone before sprinting back out, dialing a number. "SONNETT!"

"Hey, firecracker, what's up?" The Defender greeted, obviously in a good mood that you were about to ruin.

"I WIN, CASHAPP ME NOW!"

"TOBIN WHATEVER YOUR MIDDLE NAME IS HEATH!" Sonnett complained, instantly understanding what you were implying. "WHY DID YOU SIGN FOR ARSENAL? I BET OTHERWISE!"

Tobin glared at you. "You two knuckleheads bet on me?"

"Yeah." the two of you deadpanned in unison.

"How much did you two bet?" Alessia questioned, a look of matching curiosity on her's and Steph's faces.

"A hundred bucks."

"WHAT?!"

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"Chrissssssss," you whined, pressing an ice pack to your shoulder which had bruised upon impact with the ground. "Toby's a stinky ass poo-poo head."

Christen suppressed a grin. "Why?"

"She tackled me," you fake whimpered, waving the ice pack in front of the camera. "It hurts."

"She and Sonnett bet on me!" Tobin protested, the rest of the Gunners laughing at the interaction. "It wasn't my fault!"

"Yes it was!" You glared playfully. "Don't deny it."

Tobin shook her head. "And you wonder why you're called the team Baby."

"Ye', I do."

"You act like a baby. Duh."

"Do not!" You pouted.

She gave you a look.

"...okay."

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"Oi!" You shouted, gaining the attention of all the Gunners sitting in the living room. "Who in the fookin' fook' put a fake piece of shit on me toilet seat?"

Lotte and Caitlin shared a subtle smirk that you most definitely noticed.

Your eyes narrowed as your teammates chuckled. "Caitlin, Lotte, do you have anything to say?"

The Aussie shook her head. "No, we haven't done anything."

"Mhmm," you grumbled, unconvinced. "You can't out-prank me, Caesar. I'd watch your back."

The two raised their eyebrows as you wordlessly took a seat on the floor next to Viv.

"Caesar?" She whispered questioningly.

"Caesar was murdered by Marcus Brutus. One of his closest friends. Caitlin and Lotte... they'll be pranked by me, of course. With the help of their best friends."

Viv shook her head, amused. "Only you, kind, only you."

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"Samuel, how wonderful to see ye'," you greeted, placing a hand on the older Striker's shoulder. "I need a favor."

"Holy shi— why are you everywhere? I swear we always run into each other," Sam sighed, rubbing her temples. "What's the favor? The team's waiting on Guro and I to get coffee, we don't have long."

You waved to the Norwegian before saying, "I need some phone numbers."

"Which ones?" Sam asked, eyebrows raised suspiciously. "And what for?"

"Mackenzie Arnold's and Alanna Kennedy's," you stated simply. "For pranking purposes."

"What'd they do to you?"

"Nothin', I just wanna perform some Caesar-style pranks."

"I'm not even gonna ask."

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"Hello?" Mackenzie picked up the phone on the third ring. "Who is this?"

"Hoi," you responded. "It's Y/N Mewis, just calling to ask a question."

"How'd you even get my number?"

"Sam."

"Ah."

"Anyways, how'd you like to help prank Caitlin?"

"I'm down!"

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"Hoi, is this Alanna Kennedy?"

"Yes, this is she, may I ask who this is?"

"Y/N Mewis, just calling to see if you'd be interested in pranking Caitlin Foordy McFoorderson?"

"Count me in!"

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"Little Mewis, are you alright?" Kim nudged you worriedly. "You've been quite spaced out recently."

"Just thinking," you said, a devilish grin beginning to dance its way onto your features. "Caitlin and Lotte think they're funny, but I'll have to show them what a true comedian looks like."

Kim placed her hands up in surrender. "I'm not getting involved."

"Good idea, cuz it's 'bout to go down."

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Fun, short lil chapter bc I'm busy todaaaay

Hope you enjoyed, thanks for reading!