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Happy Birthday, Gio Queiroz ! 🤍🤍

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not your average holiday dump indeed laura cause wow

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la reina glowing and relaxed on her vacay 🌊🧡

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Moodboard for Swedish Summer Nights

Fridolina brings her Spanish girlfriend and Barcelona teammates home to experience the charm of a Swedish summer. read here

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Swedish summer nights II Fridolina Rolfö x Reader

romantic masterlist | platonic masterlist | word count: 1326

summary: Fridolina brings her Spanish girlfriend and their Barcelona teammates home to experience the charm of a Swedish summer.

author's note: hi, we hope you like the fanfic, do let us know what you think.🤍🤍

disclaimer: everything in this fanfiction is purely fictional and nothing corresponds to reality.

You stared out at the deep blue of the lake, the surface glistening in the sunshine like a million tiny diamonds. It was calm and peaceful, almost too beautiful to be real. A whole lake right in front of the charming Swedish summer house that Fridolina had taken you to.

“Amor, you want us to do what?”, you asked again.

Fridolina rolled her eyes with a fond smile on her lips: “You heard exactly what I said.”

Kika appeared on the porch in jeans shorts and a neon bikini top. It looked cute but you were immediately reminded of Ibiza, not of Sweden.

“We’re ready!”, she beamed.

“Perfect, let’s go then.”, Fridolina said, taking the picnic basket, she had packed earlier with one hand and a stack of fluffy white towels in the other hand. You followed with blanket and a thermos of coffee.

You all settled on the dock, spreading out the blanket and setting everything down as the rest of the Barcelona girls joined.

Even Ingrid, a fellow Scandinavian like Frido, was absolutely in awe: “Oh, the lake is gorgeous.”

Ellie sat down on the picnic blanket, closing her eyes for a moment to soak up the sun: “This is heaven.”

“It is.”, you agreed, letting your feet dangle in the cool clear water.

“I could get used to this Scandi summer thing.”, Kika giggled.

You were used to the Spanish summers. In fact, you didn’t know anything else until you met Fridolina. And she was determined to prove that Scandinavian summers could be just as perfect.

So far, she might have a point.

“So, who wants to go in first? Älskling?”, Fridolina asked suddenly.

You looked up in surprise: “Uhm…”

Before you could even form a coherent thought, you felt a slight push on your shoulder. Suddenly, you hit the water. It was colder than you had anticipated. You resurfaced with a gasp and splashed water towards your girlfriend.

“Hey!”, you laughed.

Fridolina shrugged innocently: “Someone had to start.”

“It’s freezing!”, you complained as you swam over to the edge of the dock.

“That’s Sweden, darling.”, she grinned.

You knew this was revenge for all the times you dismissed her complaints about the heat back in Barcelona.

“Frido, amor, come a bit closer.”, you said, blinking up at her with big, pleading eyes.

“Why?”

“Please.”, you drew out the word dramatically.

“Okay, fine.” She sat down right at the edge, clearly expecting you to climb up and kiss her.

“Gracias.”, you said sweetly but instead, you grabbed her head and pulled into the water.

The blonde blinked, her hair slick with water, shining like melted gold in the sun. “No.”, she said quietly, half-laughing.

“Sorry.”, you murmured, kissing her face cheeks, nose, forehead.

Ingrid’s girlfriend smiled from the dock, feet in the lake, a half-finished crossword resting on her thighs. “Can’t believe you fell for that.”

“It was obvious.”, Kika grinned, slipping into the water with the others. Ripples spread around them.

Fridolina tilted her head, the corners of her mouth turning up. “Maybe I let it happen.”

“Oh, did you?”, you teased, drifting closer.

She floated beside you, soft-eyed: “You know I can’t say no to you.”

“Spaniards are hard to resist.”, Ingrid called, joining her Spanish partner on the dock, leaning in, arm around her waist.

“She knows what she’s talking about.”, the older woman remarked with a warm grin.

You smiled back, then looked around. The lake was still. Laughter echoed across the water Kika, Ellie, and Esmee tossing a water ball between them.

Fridolina wrapped her arms around you from behind, her voice low near your ear: “She’s right.”

“Girls?”, Ellie asked, turning toward you.

“Yes?”, you answered, shading your eyes from the sun.

Fridolina’s brows drew together slightly: “What is it?”

“Can we go back inside?”, Ellie requested, her voice quiet.

Fridolina nodded: “Of course.”

“Are you alright, Ellie?”, you asked gently.

She nodded back, quickly: “I am.”

Slowly, you all packed away the things you’d brought to the lake. Towels were folded, sandals slipped on, laughter fading gently into the calm of early evening. The walk back to the summer house was quiet, the air cooling slightly, the scent of pine and water hanging in the light breeze.

You held your girlfriend’s hand as you walked, surrounded by the soft chatter of your friends. Looking up at her, you said: “We could watch the sunset on the patio. We’ve got enough blankets, haven’t we, Frido?”

She nodded, smiling: “I’ll bring them out.”

Candles were lit and placed in small glass lanterns, casting a warm glow as everyone settled into the wooden chairs. The patio overlooked the lake, still and golden beneath the setting sun.

Esmee’s eyes were on the horizon. The sky was streaked with soft orange and lilac, melting into the water. “Even the best painter couldn’t have done this,” she thought. Out loud the defender observed: “It’s the perfect start to summer.”

Ellie, sitting beside her, leaned back: “We can’t just let the day end like this, though.”

You looked over: “How would you end it?”

Ewa was already smiling: “A recap of the season’s highlights.”

You liked that. She’d had a brilliant first year at Barcelona and with her by your side, you'd almost been unstoppable.

But before any of you could get to the recap, Ellie jumped up and disappeared back into the house.

“Yeah, but can’t forget the snacks.”, she called out.

“Never, they are the best part.”, you smiled, sliding down onto Fridolina’s lap, ignoring the empty chair beside her.

She watched you with gentle eyes, her hand slowly running through your hair, flipping it softly over your shoulder.

“I agree.”, your girlfriend said.

“Could you two be a little less cute?”, Ewa asked, grimacing in mock disgust.

Without missing a beat, you and Fridolina replied in unison: “No.”

“Don’t be mean to them, Ewa.”, Ingrid laughed.

You gave the Polish striker a playful, pitying pout: “We’ll find you a girl too in no time.”

“What? That wasn’t what I meant!”, she said quickly, her cheeks flushing.

Fridolina raised her eyebrows: “But maybe what you need.”

“No.”, she replied a little too fast.

Before the teasing could go any further, you swiftly changed the subject, nodding toward the lake. The sun hung low but hadn’t quite disappeared yet. Dusk was settling in, casting a warm reddish-orange glow over the water. Dark silhouettes of pine trees framed the view in the distance.

“What do we think of the view from here?”

“It’s beautiful.”, Ingrid said, her black hair catching the colours of the sky.

You nodded, resting your head against the nape of Fridolina’s neck.

The season’s highlights were quickly forgotten as you all sat outside late into the night, talking about everything and nothing.

One by one, your friends slowly headed off to bed.

You and Fridolina followed soon after.

Your bedroom was upstairs, right under the roof. It was small but incredibly cozy. Through the open window, you could hear the crickets chirping outside and something splash in the water of the lake.

You lay on the bed, turning to Fridolina: “It’s after midnight and it’s still light outside, Frido.”

“I told you. That’s the Swedish summer.”, she chuckled softly, her eyes already half-closed but one arm wrapped around you.

You couldn’t help but smile at how peaceful it all felt: “It’s really magical.”

“You like it?”

“I do.”

She blinked her eyes open again, studying your face: “I was worried you and the others wouldn’t enjoy it as much as Spain.”

“Maybe we all needed a change of scenery before the Euros though… So, thanks for taking us to this place, it’s perfect.”

Despite the mild air, you cuddled closer into her side.

She pressed a kiss to the top of your head: “My pleasure. I’m happy you all got to experience Sweden.”

You smiled: “I love seeing it through your eyes.”

“And I love sharing it with you.”

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i love your writing and i have a rather long request so dont feel any pressure to write it but i was hoping you could write a reader x grace clintom

they've been dating for a while now but they haven't seen each other in a couple months. its decided that the whole England team is going to have dinner together as like a celebration(I dont mind for what), r didn't expect grace to be there as she was doing something(you can chose why). r gets to the place last and so when she walks in the whole team are sitting round the table, except grace who is standing in the kitchen, so the whole team watches whats happening as reader and grace two just stare at each other, until one of them makes a secret gesture to like ask for permission, and the other gives a nod back, and then they kiss and everyone is watching so they all find out about their relationship and the rest of the evening they all ask questions and grace and reader and really flirty and blushing(can end in smut if you don't mind writing that) feel free to change any bits you want i know its quite long but its just an idea

Hi anon,

thanks for your request. You can read scrapbook memories here. 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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Scrapbook memories II Grace Clinton x Reader

romantic masterlist | platonic masterlist | word count: 1654

summary: Reader who plays for Lyon surprises her girlfriend Grace by appearing at a dinner with the fellow Lionesses in England. requested

author's note: Hi, we started writing this before Mary Earps international retirement and Millie Bright’s withdrawal from the Euros, which is why they still appear in the story. We hope you don’t mind and still like it regardless.<3

disclaimer: everything in this fanfiction is purely fictional and nothing corresponds to reality.

You were convinced that what made the English Women’s National Team so special was their team spirit. There was something magical about how every player genuinely cared for one another. You absolutely adored it.

To keep that connection strong, the team often organised casual team nights together. They were always full of laughter, good food, and even better conversations but since you had left the WSL to play for Lyon, you often missed out on most of those nights. But tonight, you decided that it was time to join.

This time, it all took place at Alex Greenwoods place. Just a relaxed dinner with all the Lionesses.

Alex was busy, stirring pots and seasoning dishes while Lauren and Jess chopped vegetables at the counter.

“Y/n is late, as usual.”, Alex said, pausing for a moment as she glanced over the crowd filling her flat.

“I was on time. At the wrong door but on time.”, Lauren chimed in, gesturing a little too wildly with her knife, causing Alex to suck in a breath and widen her eyes.

Jess laughed: “That’s so typical for you, Hempo. You always do that.”

The she turned sharply: “Millie, no! No snacking yet.”

She tried to bat away Millie Brights hand who had managed to successfully steal a piece of raw carrot from the chopping board.

Millie rolled her eyes, stealing a carrot anyway: “It takes forever for you girls to cook. The Arsenal girls are already bored.”

She pointed her thumb over her shoulder toward the living room where most of the other players were caught up in some small talk.

“Children, behave,” Alex warned playfully. “And no, Leah, we won’t have any ham sandwiches. They taste like nothing.”

“Excuse me?”, the team captain who had just walked in said, pretending to be offended.

From the living room, Beth called out: “But she won’t eat real adult food.”

“It’s adult f-…”, Leah started, then cut herself off and quickly looked around for help, “Grace, come here. Stop looking at the door. You agree with me, right?”

“What?”, Grace asked, torn from her own thoughts, only reluctantly turning to the blond defender.

“We need your opinion on ham sandwiches.”, Leah repeated impatiently.

“I have no opinion on them.”, Grace replied, smiling but clearly confused by the interaction.

Alex clapped her hands once with authority: “We’re done cooking. Everyone out of my kitchen.”

All the players were scrambling to their seats as Alex carried dishes to the table. Only Grace hung back, still preoccupied with her own thoughts.

You walked straight into the chaos that had erupted around the giant dinner table, and you immediately felt a warmth in your chest that reminded you of home.

“Hi. Sorry, I know I’m late again, but I brought those gorgeous flowers for the hostess.”, you said and greeted Alex with a hug and a quick kiss to her cheek.

The defender took a moment to admire the tasteful bouquet in her hands before turning her attention back to you. “Oh, you just know how to impress a girl.”

“You’re welcome. It’s great to have you back in the team, Al.”, you replied, gently squeezing her shoulder.

She chuckled warmly: “Glad to be back.”

“Now that we’re complete, we can finally start eating,” Alessia said.

You were genuinely grateful to be reunited with the familiar faces who, over time, had become like a second family. After everything you'd been through together, on and off the pitch, they were your people.

And yet, even in this comforting chaos, your eyes were searching for the woman you loved most.

You rarely kept secrets from your England teammates, but this one was different. Maybe it was finally time to share it. And there she was: Grace, leaning casually against the wall, that cocky smile of hers playing at the corners of her lips. It wasn’t just a grin; it was an invitation.

You and Grace had talked about telling them. The timing felt right. So, you walked towards her, ready to take her hand and speak the truth.

But Grace had something else in mind.

She believed in gestures, ones that didn’t need explanations. So, when you reached her, she pulled you in and kissed you, soft but sure, with all the quiet affection that words would never quite capture.

The room fell still.

Then gasping. Eyes widened.

It was Leah who found her voice first: “What is happening?!”

“Oh my god, you two are dating?!”, Lauren squealed.

“We... uhm. I wasn’t expecting her here.”, Grace admitted, still slightly breathless. That part was true, planned to surprise her with your visit here.

Teasingly, you asked: “Because the Lionesses party was in Manchester?”

“Yes! The London girls are here too, but Lyon is...”, Grace trailed off, flustered, an adorable blush creeping up her cheeks.

The distance between you had always been a challenge, something you discussed often. But if Keira and Laura could manage it and Lucy and Ona, too, then so could you. Your love was strong, and you were lucky enough to see each other at England camps and rare free days.

“I travelled with Lessi and Leah from London to Manchester, but one of them was too clumsy, which is why I had to get new flowers for Alex.”, you explained, smirking.

An innocent smile appeared on Alessia’s lips: “It wasn’t me.”

“That absolutely sounds like something you’d do.”, Ella remarked, eyeing her best friend with theatrical suspicion.

Sheepishly, the blonde replied: “Me? I was innocent!”

“Can we talk about the flowers later?”, Leah cut in impatiently. “How and when did the two of you even get together?”

Even though everyone had been starving just moments ago and the dinner was lovingly decorated with mouth-watering dishes none of them made a move. Right now, their hunger was for answers. Concerning your romance.

Grace ignored their questions, whether on purpose or not, she was still staring at you.

“I didn’t think you would even come…”, she said slowly, as if still trying to make sense of your presence.

You tilted your head with a shy smile and admitted: “Me neither. I thought you might be busy. It’s been a while since we last saw each other.”

“When you didn’t show up…”, Grace started but you never found out what she wanted to say. Leah cut her off.

“Hello? Lovebirds? We want some answers!”, she demanded, snapping the two of you out of the little bubble where only you and Grace seemed to exist.

“Oh.”, Grace said, blinking rapidly in surprise, like she’d only just noticed the rest of the room that there were other people in the room too.

You smiled at her one more time before you tore away your gaze and turned to Leah: “What did you want to know again?”

“How you two met!”

“Obviously through a lionesses camp.”, Grace replied with a wry grin.

Lucy scrunched up her face and gave the two of you a disbelieving look: “Why didn’t we notice? You’re both not very good at keeping secrets.”

You shrugged innocently: “You girls were just really blind.”

“Yeah, you were.”, Grace agreed, chuckling.

Lucy didn’t look impressed. She shook her head: “No, I can see very well now. Even without my glasses.”

The joke was right on the tip of your tongue, ready to be delivery but Khiara beat you to it, a cheeky smirk on her lips: “Are you sure? You’re pretty old.”

Lucy shot the young goalkeeper a challenging look, daring her to say that again.

Alex cut in and pretended to sharply glance at Khiara: “Khi, respect your elders.”

Grace laughed quietly, turning back to you. Her eyes were soft and there was a warm fondness in her voice: “They are so chaotic again.” Then a bit quieter: “But I missed you.”

You beamed at her, pressing another quick kiss to her lips, unnoticed by the rest of the team: “I missed you too. And their chaos.”

“Same, it’s never boring with them.”, she said and took a step behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist. Resting her chin on your shoulder, she held you tightly as the team erupted into a debate about age and respect.

“Not even in four weeks of camp?”, you teased, grinning.

Grace took a moment before declaring: “It’ll be tough, but I’ll be with you. So, it’s going to be alright.”

You didn’t hear the gasps or the jokes still echoing from the table. All you saw was her and the quiet, certain smile that always brought you home.

Grace cleared her throat, a little flustered: “So, uhm... what exactly are we celebrating again?”

“It’s an End-of-Season, Everyone-Is-Healthy, and Euros-Camp-Is-Starting-Soon party!”, Ella chimed in, almost bouncing in her seat.

Grace managed to find a glass and lifted it, grinning: “Cheers to that!”

“I support that too.”, you whispered in her ear, your smile matching hers.

Millie clapped excitedly: “Let’s get this party started!”

“Finally! Mary let’s dance.”, Alessia grinned, dragging the keeper toward the living room, now a makeshift dance floor. Leah had already taken over the speaker, blasting one of her matchday playlists.

Mary shot Leah a look over her shoulder: “Louder!”

Grace leaned in close, her voice low and warm:  “So... dance floor or kitchen?”

You paused, pretending to weigh it up:  “Let’s go to the kitchen.”

“Yes! I’m starving for more kis—” She didn’t get to finish.

“Grace!” Alex cut in sharply, clicking her tongue. “There are children at this table.”

“Do you mean me? Rude.”, Khiara pouted.

Alex gestured broadly at the entire table: “I meant all the children here.”

“Why are you looking at me?!”, Lucy protested, laughing.

You glanced over your shoulder, smiling at the team in all their chaotic glory before slipping into the kitchen.

“Finally, some peace.”, you said.

“I could stay here all night.”, Grace hummed, then kissed you softly, a kiss that said more than words ever could.

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can i please request a renee slegers x reader about what they get up to celebrating the champions league win

Hi anon,

we hope you and the other lovely anons who requested a Renée Slegers fanfic will like something so out of the ordinary.💗

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Time to say goodbye to the Norwegian princess. 💔

Wishing Ingrid all the best in her next chapter. 💙❤️

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I ❤️ RENEE The fic was so cute! Already waiting for more renee fics

Thank you so much for your kind comment, anon. We're glad you enjoyed the Renée fanfic.

While we’re excited that you’re looking forward to more Renee stories, we don’t currently have new ones planned.🤍🤍

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Happy Birthday, Ona Batlle ! 💙❤️

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Something so out of the ordinary II Renée Slegers x Reader

romantic masterlist | platonic masterlist | word count: 1628

summary: Renée and Reader celebrate the UWCL win. requested

author's note: hi, thank you for reading. Your thoughts on the fanfic or even just a quiet “I liked this” mean more than you know. 🫶🏻🫶🏻

disclaimer: everything in this fanfiction is purely fictional and nothing corresponds to reality.

It was absolute chaos at the final whistle. You could not believe what you had just witnessed from the sidelines. Arsenal had just won the Women’s Champions League title for the second time, even after such a chaotic season.

You stood there in awe, watching the players celebrate with the fans, hugging each other and holding their family members tight. You blinked away a few tears, moved not only by the success but also by the love this team had for each other. You wiped at your eyes as the team got their medals and lifted the trophy.

Everything still felt like a dream. That was until you were pulled from your position on the sidelines into the celebrating mass of people at once. You let yourself enjoy being part of it for a moment, feeling the wave of exhilaration and excitement crash over you. But then you remembered your job.

You wove your way through the bouncing crowd until you finally reached their coach.

“Renée, the press conference is waiting.”, you called over several heads, pointing at your watch to make sure she understood.

She moved closer to you, so you stood face to face: “Can’t this wait?”

You knew how badly she wanted to stay here with her players, how much effort she had put into this last game. And for a second, it almost tempted you to say yes. But you couldn’t.

“Uhm… no?”, you replied, your voice rising at the end as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“This is a once in a lifetime moment.”, she said, gesturing around herself. There was a quiet weight in her voice when she said it, like she knew just how rare these moments were.

She was so annoyingly charming, you had to fight the urge to kiss her right then and there.

You bit back a smile: “It is. I promise, afterwards you can keep celebrating.”

Renée tilted her head slightly, considering you with a look that always made you feel like she could read you far too well, then nodded and held out her pinky: “Pinky promise?”

“Yes, pinky promise.”, you laughed, linking your finger with hers.

Renée pulled her hand back first and gave you a short nod: “Okay, fine.”

“Thank you,” you replied politely, your gaze lingering on her a moment too long.

“Let’s go.”, Renée said and suddenly grabbed your wrist. You barely had time to react as she cut a path through the mass of players, dragging you along with effortless certainty.

“We don’t have to run!”, you called to her, breathless from jogging and laughing at the same time.

“Yeah, we do.”, Renée replied simply, only starting to slow down once you reached the empty tunnel and casually pulled you into a dark corner.

Her lips were on yours before you could even catch your breath.

“Oh, I see why now.”, you smirked between two kisses.

The moment of togetherness was interrupted by Leah who cleared her throat, arms crossed, eyes fixed on you: “Aren’t you two running late for the press conference?”

“Shh.”, her coach replied, pressing a mischievous finger to her own lips.

A light smile appeared on the defender’s lips: “Just saying.”

“Go mind your own business.”, Renée answered, nodding toward the blonde’s waiting teammates in the background.

The intimate, fleeting moment was gone. The noise returned in full force. Around you, footballers in red jerseys swarmed the room, laughter and movement all around.

An excited Beth shouted: “Yes! Come on, Lee, the party’s in the changing room!”

“Ugh.”, Leah groaned playfully.

Hand in hand, you moved quietly through the bustle toward the press conference room.

Many faces inside there were familiar. Some, you knew, were fans too, their eyes wet, expressions mirroring your own emotions. But you focused on your job, steadying yourself as questions and answers ricocheted across the room.

A relieved sigh escaped your lips as you reached the final line: “Press conference done.”

“Finally.”, Renée stated happily.

You both walked back toward the celebrating players.

“It still feels like a dream.”, you murmured.

Smiling, the Dutch woman nodded: “It does.”

“Y/n, come here!”, Victoria yelled, beaming with joy.

You chuckled, scanning the room for your gear: “Wait, I’ll get my camera.”

“What do you need your camera for?”, Renée asked, holding you gently by the arm, sounding genuinely confused.

Not for the first time, you had to remind her with a soft smile: “To take pictures. It’s my job, in case you forgot.”

From her stories, you knew this world still amazed her, the idea that media work around a women’s football club could be a ‘proper job.’ A decade ago, it hadn’t been. Things had changed quickly: the professionalism, the visibility, the crowds.

Still, you were over ten years younger, and the generational gap had always been something you teased each other about fondly, playfully.

Renée lifted an amused eyebrow: “Oh, is it? I thought your job was to celebrate with me and the team now.”

“I can do it all.”, you reassured her, grinning, your voice full of confidence.

She gave you a challenging look: “Prove it.”

You laughed, heart light, already reaching for your camera, ready to capture the celebrations through your lens, without forgetting to savour the moments with the team who had worked so hard to make this final win against all odds possible.

Victoria wrapped her arms around Renée’s shoulders: “Smoke a cigar with us.”

“No.”, the coach shook her head.

The midfielder persisted: “I mean, not really smoking, just for the picture.”

“Still no.”, she responded, unmoved.

“We can do one.”, Katie offered.

Smirking, you snapped a photo of them as they posed with cigars between their teeth.

“What about you? Why don’t you take a photo with them?”, Renée asked with a grin, handing back the unlit cigar to Katie.

“I will.”, you smirked at her, raising your eyebrows challengingly.

You took the place between the players just as Jess Glynnes voice started to fill the room.

“Give me your camera.”, Renée said.

Reluctantly, you handed it over and posed as she snapped the picture.

Alessia watched from the side and joked: “Are you two switching jobs? Will you be our new coach?”

She grinned brightly at you.

You tilted your head as if considering it, but Kim cut in before you could answer: “Y/n might still be a bit too young for that at 25.”

Then Renée spoke, her voice drawing your attention back to her and you realised that she hadn’t taken her eyes off you.

“She has all the time in the world to decide if she wants to be a coach one day.”, she said, serious but with a warmth in her voice that made your heartbeat faster.

You found yourself wanting to believe every word.

Still, you shrugged casually: “And for now I enjoy the moment. As you all should.”

“Don’t worry, we will.”, Leah assured you with a laugh.

Just as Renée handed the camera back, Beth appeared beside you, taking your hands in hers and bouncing with excitement: “Dance with us!”

You had no choice, you were already being dragged toward the dance floor.

You shot Renée one last apologetic smile.

She just laughed: “Cute.”

Vivianne joined her, eyes fixed on her own girlfriend dancing: “Why don’t you join your girlfriend?”

Renée shook her head: “She’s having fun with the players.”

“That’s true.”, Viv smiled, watching you and Beth bounce around more than dance.

“I don’t want to interrupt.”, Renée added to her previous statement, her eyes soft and a gentle smile playing on her lips.

You returned to her a bit later, breathless and with sweat on your brow but still glowing with excitement.

“Are you leaving? I’m coming with you.”, you said, reaching for any chance to touch her again.

Renée quickly pressed a kiss to your forehead: “You can stay if you want.”

You shook your head, linking arms with her: “No, we agreed to continue tomorrow.”

She smiled and nodded: “That sounds reasonable.”

As you left together, you looked up at her, biting your lip: “But I want to be unreasonable somewhere else.”

 “I’m sure you can also be unreasonable in my hotel room.”, your girlfriend smirked mischievously.

“That’s the plan.”, you replied, grinning.

As the hallway noise faded behind you, both of you drifted into a quieter rhythm.

When Renée opened the door to her room, she glanced at you shyly. ” That’s my favourite part of the night.”, she confessed.

“Mine too.”, you admitted, smiling as she stepped aside to let you in.

You both changed quickly, moving in familiar silence. The linen was cool against your skin, a sharp contrast to the warmth you still carried from the evening.

From the window, the lights of Lisbon twinkled like scattered gold, and the soft hush of the waves offered a lullaby only the two of you could hear.

Lying beside you, Renée propped herself up on one elbow, studying you with quiet affection.:“Love?”

“Yes?”, you turned to her, brushing a stray strand of hair from her cheek.

She closed her eyes briefly, as if to savour the touch: “I’m glad we shared this tonight.”

“Me too.”, you said, your voice low. “It’s a night I’ll remember.”

She let out a slow, contented sigh: “It really is.”

You traced your fingertips along her arm: “We can talk more about it in the morning. But for now...”

Her brow arched in playful suspicion: “For now?”

“Let’s do this instead.”, you whispered, leaning in.

Your lips met in a kiss, slow and certain.

The rest of the night unfolded wordlessly, in quiet touches and shared breath, as the city sparkled outside and the sea whispered just for you.

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Fic idea for Katie McCabe x reader

Arsenal have just won the Champions League but no one knows about their relationship so they don’t get to celebrate together much. In the evening maybe some light smut as their own person celebration. Then on the Monday at the fan celebration Katie is very drunk still and announces their relationship to the world including teammates. Poor R was just trying to make sure Katie Je the trophy didn’t go over the edge. Also maybe R is trying to take the mic from Katie because the staff think Katie’s said enough drunk things. (We all know that Katie was very drunk at the celebrations on Monday)

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Drunken confessions II Katie McCabe x Reader

romantic masterlist | platonic masterlist | word count: 1562

summary: After Arsenal’s UWCL win, Reader and Katie celebrate privately. But at the fan celebrations, a drunk Katie announces their relationship to the world. requested

author's note: hi everyone, this will be our second last fanfic about the UWCL final, after that there will be another one with Renée Slegers. Enjoy ! 🤍❤️

disclaimer: everything in this fanfiction is purely fictional and nothing corresponds to reality.

The final whistle echoed through the stadium. Players dropped to the ground, whether it was from exhaustion, relief or frustration. The Arsenal fans erupted into deafening cheers. Their team had just beaten Barcelona in the Champions League Final.

You stood frozen in the middle of the pitch, catching your breath, barely able to comprehend what had just happened. Suddenly, you were sandwiched in a tight hug between Lotte and Alessia.

“I can’t believe it! We won! Against Barcelona!”, Lotte shouted, bouncing with excitement.

Alessia, on your side, added with a beaming face: “We did it!”

You shook your head in disbelief, trying to take everything in.

“Everyone was unreal today.”, you agreed, ecstatic.

Lotte grinned and ruffled your hair: “Especially you.”

“Honestly!”, Chloe chimed in, appearing out of nowhere to squeeze you from behind.

“Stop, girls. You’re making me blush.”, you protested with a laugh, wriggling out of their arms.

But Chloe just shot you an evil grin: “Good.”

“Good?”, you echoed, pretending to be offended.

Chloe smirked: “Yes, you look pretty with a blush and tonight you’re in need of a good fu-…”

She didn’t get the chance to finish. Your jaw dropped in shock, and you let out an embarrassed squeal.

“Chlo, not in front of the children!”, you hissed, nodding toward Rosa and Katie Reid who were just strolling past you arm in arm.

Chloe rolled her eyes: “They don’t know what I’m talking about.”

You quickly changed the topic, nodding toward the rest of the team as they moved toward the stands to thank the fans: “It’s time to celebrate now anyway.”

Subconsciously, your eyes scanned the pitch, looking for one particular person.

The celebrations on the pitch were incredible, but after the medals were awarded, the party moved inside the stadium for your own private party as a team.

Jess Glynne was performing, and you were dancing with Alessia, both of you buzzing with adrenaline.

“This is so fun. I still can’t believe it.”, you shouted over the music.

The striker nodded: “Me neither. One of the best nights ever.”

She turned to Lotte, waving her over: “Lotte, come and join us.”

“Coming.”, Lotte called, setting her glass down on a table and joined your little circle.

“Perfect.”, you grinned at her.

Until someone tapped your shoulder.

You turned around, suddenly standing face to face with Katie.

The Irish woman’s lips formed a perfect pout: “Hey. I didn’t get to celebrate with you at all tonight.”

“Sorry.”, you said.

While Jess sang Hold My Hand, Katie leaned in and whispered: “Let’s leave.”

“Yes, please.”, you replied, already smiling.

She laced her fingers through yours and pulled you from the crowd: “Come on.”

“Coming.”, you responded, letting her lead the way.

A laugh slipped out as you both ran through the hotel corridors. You tightened your grip on her hand: “Someone’s in a hurry.”

“Yeah, I am.”, she wasn’t shy to confess this, breathless and grinning.

“Lucky for you, love, you don’t have to wait any longer.”, you murmured, swinging open the door to your room.

Katie stepped inside and spun towards you, pressing a hungry kiss to your lips. She smiled against your mouth: “Good.”

You matched her kiss with growing heat, hands roaming instinctively to her waist.

The door clicked shut behind you.

You didn’t bother with the lights.

Her fingers found the hem of your shirt, slipping underneath as she pressed herself closer. Her breath was warm against your cheek as she mumbled: “Missed this.”

You smirked into her kiss: “Then don’t wait.”

You stumbled back towards the bed, tangled together in touches and low laughter, clothes gradually giving way to skin. The air between you grew heavier, charged. Her mouth was everywhere, slow, deliberate.

You gave in to her, to the moment, to the way everything else faded when it was just the two of you, celebrating the biggest moment of your careers together.

But the celebrations didn’t stop there, they had only just begun.

By Monday, your team was celebrating the trophy win with thousands of fans outside the Emirates Stadium. A sea of red and white stretched out before you. The air buzzed with chants, cheers, and the hum of pure, unfiltered joy.

Your heart melted at the sight of children in oversized jerseys, some bearing your name, other your teammates'. Their smiles were as wide as the banners waving above them.

You burst into laughter when you spotted Renée striking her iconic pose: cigar in mouth, just like that old photo from her Rosengård days.

“Oh my God, Renée.”, you called out, grinning.

“That’s our coach!”, Katie shouted, practically bouncing on the spot. She was living for this , the noise, the people, the madness, the life of the party in human form.

You smirked: “It is.”

“Fuck yeah!”, your girlfriend added, eyes gleaming with pride and maybe still a little drunk. You weren’t sure she’d sobered up at all since Saturday night.

But the crowd adored the brunette for it. And honestly, so did you.

Admittedly, Katie brought the party to the stage. But you had to intervene when she leaned over the barricade in front of the stage, letting the trophy dangle precariously in front of the fans.

“Katie!”, you shouted, immediately grabbing her arm and forcing her to pull the trophy back on stage.

“I’m good, I won’t drop it.”, she only laughed, completely unbothered.

“Sure.”, you said, raising your eyebrows, slightly relaxing now that the trophy was safely back on stage.

Katie turned to you, still grinning: “You can fucking trust me.”

You ignored her, placing the trophy into the safe hands of one of your goalkeepers. But when you turned back around, Katie had somehow gotten hold of a microphone and was now yelling something at the fans.

You cringed but let her continue for a few minutes.

“Okay, that’s enough. Let me hand that to another girl…”, you said gently, reaching for the microphone after another display of how drunk she actually was.

Katie shielded it quicker than you expected, shaking her head adamantly: “No. Let me talk to them!”

With a sigh you lifted your hands in defeat: “Okay, fine. One last song and then Lee will get the microphone, do you hear me?”

Leah just smirked from behind you: “Let her have fun.”

“But she’s so drunk. It’s a bit embarrassing.”, you laughed.

“Now everyone listen up!”, Katie suddenly yelled into the mic, way louder than necessary.

“Oh god.”, you muttered under your breath.

Leah shrugged: “It’s better than her trying to wrestle Kim.”

You chuckled: “Good point, poor Kimmy.”

You looked over to your captain but thankfully, she seemed to be enjoying herself.

“Y/n, come here!”, Katie’s voice suddenly rang out over the mic.

You froze: “What? Why?”

“Just come here.”, she urged again.

Slowly, you made your way over to her. “Okay?”

She wrapped her free arm around you, pulling you in close and shouted into the mic: “This is the girl that I love. My girlfriend!”

She planted a kiss to your cheek while your heart dropped for a second, like you missed a step on a staircase.

It went quiet for what felt like an eternity, only broken by the gasps of fans and your teammates alike. Until suddenly, the crowd bursted out into cheers.

You could feel the blood rushing into your cheeks.

You slapped her lightly on the arm: “Katie!” Not sure if you were actually mad at her or not.

She looked way too pleased with herself and handed the mic off: “Now Leah can have the mic.”

“You definitely had enough drinks to last days,” you said, suppressing a smile.

Your girlfriend chuckled: “For days? Don’t be dramatic. I’m Irish.”

“Yeah, I saw you and Emma proudly declaring your love for Ireland at the party.”, you recalled. The former goalkeeper had been a mentor to the defender for a long time now and was someone she now called a close friend.

Theatrically, Katie pressed a hand to her heart and solemnly declared: “Ireland, Arsenal, and you.”

At that moment, you wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole. “That’s it, we’re going straight home afterwards.”, you muttered.

The Irishwoman rolled her eyes: “Boring.”

Her declaration of love hadn’t gone unnoticed by your teammates, who were burning with curiosity.

It was Leah who spoke up first, demanding answers: “No, first of all, you need to tell us everything! Why didn’t you tell us you were dating?!”

“You lot are noisy and annoying.”, Katie muttered.

“And you’re a lightweight. I’m never letting you live that cheesy line down.”, the blonde shot back.

Calmly, Lia looked up from her phone: “I don’t think you’ll have to. It’s already all over social media.”

Katie grinned, clearly pleased with herself. She tightened her arms around your shoulders: „Good, because this girl here belongs to me.” “I think we all got that now.”, Leah remarked, smiling.

That evening, your bedroom was filled with laughter and low light from the fairy lights. You turned to meet your girlfriend’s gaze: “I love you, you annoying idiot.”

“I know.”, she answered smugly.

Your lips met in a kiss, from which you broke away, swearing: “Jesus, you need to brush your teeth again!”

Katie just laughed, pulling you back in: “Get over it, you love me.”

And, despite everything, you really, really did.