Matilda's Imagines

Nerf Battle

The Matildas' team bonding day had started innocently enough—board games, snacks, and laughter filled the cozy team lounge. But things took a chaotic turn when Kyra and Y/n stumbled upon a stash of brightly colored Nerf guns hidden in a closet.

"This," Kyra said, holding up a neon-orange blaster with a mischievous grin, "is about to get interesting."

Y/n's eyes lit up, her ADHD-fueled energy kicking into overdrive. "You're on, Cooney-Cross! Prepare to lose!"

The two quickly divided the room into battle zones, tipping over couches and using chairs for cover. Before anyone could stop them, the war began. Foam darts flew through the air as Y/n and Kyra weaved and ducked, their laughter echoing off the walls.

Caitlin and Macca cheered them on from the sidelines, occasionally catching stray darts and tossing them back into the fray. Alana tried to stay out of it but couldn't help laughing when Y/n popped up from behind a chair and nailed Kyra square in the chest.

"You're going down, Y/n!" Kyra yelled, dramatically clutching her side before firing back.

"Not a chance!" Y/n shot back, darting behind a couch.

But as the battle escalated, so did the chaos. Cushions were strewn everywhere, a vase teetered precariously on the edge of a table, and stray darts littered the floor.

Mini, who had been in the kitchen preparing snacks, walked in just as Kyra leaped over the couch to ambush Y/n.

"ENOUGH!" Mini's voice boomed, cutting through the chaos like a whistle at halftime.

Everyone froze. Y/n and Kyra stood mid-attack, foam darts clutched in their hands, looking like kids caught raiding the cookie jar.

"What is going on in here?" Mini demanded, hands on her hips as she surveyed the wreckage.

"It was just a game," Y/n said sheepishly, her adrenaline suddenly replaced with guilt.

"A game that trashed the room," Mini replied, her tone firm. "You two need to learn when to stop. This was supposed to be a relaxing team bonding day, not a battlefield."

Kyra raised a hand, attempting to defend herself. "In our defense, it was fun..."

Mini's glare silenced her. "Both of you—clean this mess up. Now. And no more Nerf battles for the rest of the night."

Y/n pouted. "But Mini—"

"No buts," Mini interrupted. "If you want to act like kids, I'll treat you like kids. Clean up, and then you're both helping me set the table for dinner."

Y/n and Kyra exchanged glances, their annoyance quickly replaced by a shared smirk. Cleaning up together wouldn't be so bad, especially if they could turn it into another competition.

As they worked to restore the room to its original state, Caitlin leaned over to Macca. "Think Mini's too hard on them?"

Macca shook her head with a grin. "Nah. They need it. Besides, you saw Y/n's face—she knows Mini's just looking out for her."

By the time dinner rolled around, the room was spotless, and Y/n and Kyra were back to their usual antics, this time racing to see who could set the table faster.

Mini watched them with a small smile, knowing she'd handled the situation just right. The team might be chaotic, but they were a family—and families found ways to balance fun and discipline, even in the middle of a Nerf gun war.