Matilda's Imagines

Sneaky

The Matildas had gathered for a casual evening at Alanna's place, celebrating their latest win. Laughter filled the room as music played softly in the background. Drinks were passed around, but everyone knew the rule: Y/n, as the youngest, wasn't allowed to drink alcohol.

Y/n sat on the couch, a can of Coke in her hand, her usual ADHD energy channeled into rapid chatter and fidgeting with a stray straw she'd picked up from the table.

"Good to see you sticking to the rules tonight, Y/n," Kyra teased, nudging her lightly.

Y/n grinned. "Of course! Just a good ol' Coke for me."

Mini, sitting nearby, gave her a warning glance. "You better be telling the truth, kiddo. I don't want to have to babysit you."

"Promise!" Y/n said, holding up the can like a trophy.

What the team didn't know was that Y/n had managed to sneak a small bottle of rum into her bag before arriving. After her first innocent sip of Coke, she'd discreetly added the alcohol to her drink when no one was looking.

It started slow—just a little giggle here, a bit of extra energy there. But as the night went on, her behavior grew more erratic.

"Why is the room spinning?!" Y/n suddenly exclaimed, flopping dramatically onto the couch.

Kyra raised an eyebrow. "Y/n, you've had one Coke. Are you seriously that hyper?"

"Hyper? Me? Nahhh, I'm perfectly normal!" Y/n said, waving her arms in exaggerated motions.

Mini, ever the observant one, started to notice Y/n's behavior. She was talking faster than usual, her movements more uncoordinated, and her laughter louder than necessary.

"Y/n," Mini said firmly, crossing her arms. "Let me see your drink."

Y/n froze, clutching the can protectively. "Why? It's just Coke!"

"Y/n," Mini repeated, her voice leaving no room for argument.

Reluctantly, Y/n handed over the can. Mini took one sniff and her eyes narrowed. "Rum? Seriously, Y/n?"

The room fell silent as everyone turned to look at her.

Kyra burst out laughing. "Oh my god, she spiked her Coke!"

Y/n shrank into the couch, her cheeks red. "I just wanted to feel like part of the team..." she mumbled.

Mini let out a long sigh, her expression softening. "Y/n, you know the rules. You don't need alcohol to be part of this team. We love you just as you are—hyper, chaotic, and all."

"I'm sorry," Y/n said, her voice small.

Alanna leaned over, ruffling her hair. "You're lucky Mini caught you before you went full Tasmanian Devil."

Caitlin smirked. "Or before Kyra dared you to do something ridiculous."

Mini handed Y/n a bottle of water. "Drink this. And tomorrow, you're running extra laps at training."

"Fair," Y/n groaned, sipping the water.

The next morning, Y/n woke up to a mild headache and a lecture from Mini. But she also found a note slipped into her bag from Kyra:

"Sneaky, but you've got a lot to learn, kid. Stick with Coke next time. Love, your annoying sister."

Despite her embarrassment, Y/n knew one thing for sure: no matter how much trouble she got into, her team always had her back.