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I'm reading you from Argentina and I loved your Daphne fic (although I have to say I'm not an Arsenal fan...a Barcelona fan).

I loved it too much but I'm feeling sorry for Daphne, because she hates her and goes to see her. I understand that she's hurt but it's like she's going too far.

I need someone to tell her that it wasn't on purpose, that it was an accident. (Please give the girl a spine im begging you on my knnes)

I used Google traductor,sorry for any mistake!waiting for the neta part.

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Awwhh, that’s nice to hear that you love my Daphne fic🥹 it means a lot🫶🏽

Yeah, my girl is going through it😅

I’m busy with thinking for ideas for the next part, if you have any ideas, let me know☺️

(I also love Barca hihi🔴🔵)

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Pls can you do Leah x chelsea!reader. Like how they would handle their relationship while playing for rival clubs ❤️

Hiya!!

Here below you can find the Leah fic, i hope you like it :)

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Keeping it balanced

Leah Williamson x Chelsea!reader

Summary: Leah plays for Arsenal and you for Chelsea, so you need to find a way to navigate your relationship.

word count: 3.3k

The door slammed shut behind you, Leah already walking to the kitchen and slamming cabinets shut with more force than necessary. The drive to your shared apartment was quiet and filled with unspoken tension. The radio had been off, your hand wasn’t placed over Leah’s and the two of you didn’t talk to each other. The two of you had promised at the beginning of your relationship, that what happened on the field, would stay on the field, but it wasn’t always that easy. You played for Chelsea and Leah, well she played for the rival team, Arsenal.

Today had been the North London derby at Stamford Bridge. It wasn’t an really intense game, until the 80th minute or so. You had the ball and tapped it forwards, but an Arsenal player tackled you inside their own box, which led to a penalty. Everything escalated quickly. Leah had been arguing with the ref and trying to keep one of her teammates, Katie McCabe far away from the ref, because Katie was already yelling at the referee that it wasn’t a foul.

You didn’t hear what Katie said, but quickly the ref had replaced the yellow card with the red. Katie had given the ref a sarcastic clap of her hands and walked off  the field, you could almost see the steam coming out of Katie her ears. The match had ended in a 1-0 win for you, which meant a loss for Leah, who was still looking through the cabinets.

You stood in the hallway, your shoes and jacket, and your bag still tight in your hand. You shook your head and finally dropped your bag with a thud on the ground. You knew that this was going to be a great (not) evening. You slipped off your shoes and hung your jacket up on the coat rack, dropped your keys in the bowl on the cabinet that stood in the hallway. You moved through the small hallway to the living room, Leah was throwing things on the kitchen counter.

You knew she was going to make some yoghurt with fruits in it. She always ate that after a match, just to fuel herself. You reached the kitchen and leaned against the doorframe, your hands crossed loosely in front of you chest. “Le.” You said and waited for her to turn around, but she didn’t. When she turned around, you saw the angry frown between her brows, so you knew that she was still in the match and this was something the two of you agreed on. Leah moved to the island counter and started to make her lunch.

You moved from the doorframe and stopped right behind the defender. You took another step forward and turned slightly, so you were leaning with your hip against the counter and were watching Leah her side profile, the angry frown still there, her shoulders tense and jaw clenched. “Love.” You breathed out and Leah her movements stopped, the pack of yoghurt still in her hand, but then she put it down on the counter.

You let out a quiet sigh of relief. Leah was finally listening. “Talk to me.” Leah her frown disappeared, her jaw unclenched and her shoulders loosened. You reached for her jaw, your fingers cupping it and forcing her to meet your eyes. “Hi.” You whispered when her eyes finally met yours, you saw that there was a storm behind her eyes, one that had to come out eventually. The two of you were quiet for a while, giving the tension the time to disappear.

Leah took your wrist gently and pulled your hand away from her jaw, her eyes leaving yours. The tension that was starting to disappear, re-appeared again. “It wasn’t a penalty.” Leah huffed in a breath, as she started to get her lunch ready. “Leah, love, we talked about this.” You said calmly, even though you felt your own frustration brewing. Leah just shook her head and moved to the fruits. “That stupid ref is always in Chelsea their favor.” Leah muttered bitterly and that was the last straw for you. “What do you mean by that?” Leah flinched at your words.

Your voice wasn’t soft and understanding like a few seconds ago, it was now frustrated.  “Like you don’t know.” Leah huffed once more and you pushed yourself off the counter, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. “It’s always the same. You had the ref of today also against Manchester City away. It was 2-0 for City and in the second half, the ref was Chelsea’s twelfth player on the field. She handed 2 red cards to City that weren’t even red’s and you went on and won the game!” Leah yelled and spun herself around, meeting your eyes again.

“Oh, c’mon! That was 2 years ago! Are you seriously still on that?” You said and shook your head in disbelief, and uncrossed your arms. “Oh, I have plenty of other examples where the referee was in Chelsea’s favor.” Leah bit back, her voice low, almost like a growl. Leah shook her head, because it was of no use to argue with a Chelsea player and she turned her back towards you again. “Chelsea probably throws money at the referee’s.” Leah muttered under her breath, after she had turned her back to you, while you let out a scoff from disbelief.

“What did you just say?!” You yelled your question. You had heard her, but it had pissed you off. Leah turned herself around again and her eyes met yours, both your eyes were looking at each other, like the two of you were in a duel. “I said,” Leah started, her voice again low and not wavering. “that Chelsea probably throws money at the referee, just to get a win.” Leah repeated what she had said a few seconds ago and you narrowed your eyes at her, your hands turning into fists at your side.

“Oh, fuck you Leah! You just can’t stand that you haven’t won the league in the last 5 years!” You shot back and took a slow step forward, so the two of you stood eye to eye, chest to chest, both breathing heavily. “I don’t fucking care about that and you know it! I fucking care that games are played fairly, by my team, by your team and by the referee!” Leah yelled and turned on her heels, leaving you and the yoghurt on the counter forgotten.

Leah slammed the bathroom door shut behind her, the sound echoing off the walls of the now quiet apartment. You stood motionless in the kitchen, your chest rising and falling fast, you unclenched your hands, but they now trembled at your side. From  the kitchen you heard the shower getting turned on. You knew when Leah was pissed about a lost match, she would take an ice cold shower, just to cool herself from the raging heat inside herself.

You looked at the bowl of yoghurt on the counter and took it in your hands, and walked to the fridge and put the bowl inside. The argument felt heavy on your chest, it always did, when you and Leah would have an argument, which luckily didn’t happen that often. You quietly cleaned the counter, just to make yourself busy. When you had cleaned everything, you took a seat on the couch, turned the tv on and opened Netflix.

You scrolled through it, but nothing that you wanted to watch or liked. Out of Frustration, you turned Netflix off and just put the tv on a random channel. You wrapped yourself under the blanket that rested on the arm rest of the couch, your head on the fluffy cushion that Leah had bought for you and It took a while before you let yourself doze off to sleep completely. Your mind was still a bit caught in the argument you had with Leah, but eventually sleep took over you.

You stirred awake, the tv was turned off, the blanket hadn’t fallen off you, it was gently tugged around you, which confused you. Usually, when you would take a nap on the couch, the blanket would be on the ground, but it wasn’t now. So, you knew that meant one thing. Leah had turned the tv off and had tugged you in, but the defender wasn’t next to you on the couch. Leah always took care of you, even if she was angry at you, but Leah her pride was too high to admit it.

You blinked a few times before propping yourself up on your elbows. The sun had dipped lower, but it was still light outside. You stretched yourself out on the couch and wiped the sleep from your eyes. You pushed yourself up and sat on the couch, your feet hitting the cold wooden floor beneath them. You stood up and patted to the hallway, so you can pack out your bag and put your match clothes away. Once in the hallway, you noticed that Leah her shoes were gone and her keys in the bowl.

You frowned, because she usually would leave a note that she had left the house. You figured that she was still angry from the argument and you headed to the laundry room. You flipped the switch of the small room, the sound of the washing machine filling the small space. “Damn it, Leah.” You muttered, because Leah had her own laundry already in the machine. “Where the hell are you?” You moved to the bathroom and put your dirty laundry in the basket.

Then you heard the lock of the door open, someone shuffled inside the house and the sound of grocery bags. “Leah?” You walked out of the bathroom and into the living room. You turned your head to the kitchen and Leah was already busy with putting the groceries away. You observed her for a second, her body was still a bit tense, her jaw lightly clenched and frown between her brows was still there.

“You went to the grocery store?” You asked after a minute of silence. Leah didn’t turn around, she only offered a small shrug of her shoulders. “You could’ve put my laundry in the washing machine as well, you know?” Leah stopped her movements, but quickly continued. “Why would I touch Chelsea gear, let alone wash it?” You frowned, because Leah had never before had a problem with washing your laundry. Sure, it would take you a few sweet words for her to wash your Chelsea gear, but she would do it.

You moved closer and now rested your hands on the counter, and let out a quiet sigh. “Are you still mad about the argument?” You asked hesitantly, afraid that you would strike a nerve. You waited for Leah to respond, but she didn’t, she didn’t even stop with what she was doing. You usually could read Leah like an open book, but now it felt like Leah was a book that didn’t want to be opened.

The night continued with the same energy, no talking, no touches, no sweet whispers to one another and no kisses. It felt like you and Leah weren’t in a relationship at all. Dinner went by quietly. Just two people sitting across from each other at table and having dinner, not giving each other a glance. The room was silent, the only sounds came from cutlery hitting the plate and the sound of the washing machine.

You had opened your mouth a few times, to start a conversation, but you closed your mouth just as quickly. Leah stood up from her seat, the chair legs scraped against the floor and Leah took her plate. You sighed and quietly continued to eat the last things on your plate, while Leah moved from the kitchen to the living room. You didn’t bother to talk to her anymore, because she wouldn’t react anyway. This has been the longest time that the two of you hadn’t talked after an argument and it was only the second.

You have been together for 2 years and only had two arguments, one was when you began dating and the second was this one. Your first argument was after the first derby you played against each other, when the two of you started dating, you agreed together, to keep everything that happened on the field there, but today you hadn’t. You hated it.

You just wanted to be close to her, cuddle up next to her on the couch and share the blanket. You wanted to kiss her and hear her whisper sweet nothings in your ear, when you would kiss her, but that wouldn’t happen tonight, but something inside you told you that it would happen. You didn’t walk to the couch, you just headed to the bedroom.

When you closed the bedroom door behind you with a soft click, tears started to form in your eyes. You moved without thinking through the room, changing into your nightwear, walking to the bathroom; cleaning your face and brushing your teeth. Once you were back in the bedroom, you slipped under the sheets. You turned on your side, facing the side where Leah would usually sleep.

You placed your hand on the empty side of you, a blonde hair got tangled between your fingers, this was the closest you have been to Leah for the whole day. You missed the closeness and you just wanted her next to you. There were footsteps heard in the living room. You assumed that Leah was getting something to drink or a snack, but the footsteps never walked closer to the bedroom door. You sighed and rolled over on your other side, facing the wall and you closed your eyes.

You opened your eyes after a few seconds and they landed on a picture of you and Leah, where the two of you were on vacation to Ibiza with a few other players. You had jumped on Leah her back in the picture, Leah her grin was wide and honest, her head turned lightly, just so she could see you from the corner of her eyes. You smiled softly at the picture, before burying your face deeper into your pillow.

After minutes passed and you started to drift off to sleep, a faint knock was heard on the door. You blinked with your eyes, the light of the streetlights filtering through the curtains, while you propped yourself up on your elbows and saw Leah standing at the door. You quickly turned the lamp on your nightstand on and lightened the room. You blinked with your eyes, to adjust to light and looked at the time. 23:30. “I’m sorry.” Leah whispered, soft, almost too soft to hear, but you did.

You didn’t have to say anything, you just patted your hand on the empty side of the bed. Leah patted immediately to the bed and slid under the covers next to you. She hadn’t laid down, but she already pulled you towards her. You didn’t resist and wrapped your arms around her waist and placed a long kiss to her temple. “I’m sorry, y/n/n.” Leah whispered again, her face buried in your neck, taking in your sweet perfume that you had worn today. You only hummed softly and let your hand circle on her back.

“I know, love.” You whispered and kissed the corner of her mouth, before resting your head against hers. “I wanted to hug you when you had fallen asleep on the couch earlier.” You smiled softly. Leah her voice was small and fragile, like she was afraid that you would be angry at her. “I know.” Leah looked up at you, the angry frown that she had worn all day was replaced by a confused one.

“Leah, you tucked me in with the blanket and turned the tv off, because you know that I’m a light sleeper.” You stated with a smirk and glister of something in your eyes that Leah couldn’t quite place. “You also went grocery shopping, even if it was my turn and you cooked, which was my turn to do as well.” You continued and Leah rested her face in the crook of your neck again, her lips brushed gently against your neck. “I didn’t put your laundry in the washing machine, because-” You cut her off with a light laugh, a laugh that made Leah her heart flip.

“-because I didn���t whisper sweet things in your ear and kissed you?” You finished with a teasing smirk and you felt Leah her cheeks go warm against your neck. You never really needed to say much, to get the fierce Arsenal defender flustered and you loved it. “But,” you started and you felt Leah tense up in your arms, her heart beating faster and holding her breath.

“we should stick to the promise we had. Leaving everything that happens on the field during the match, on the field.” Leah nodded and her body relaxed, her grip tightening around you, just a bit tighter, afraid that you would slip away. “I didn’t want to go to sleep angry.” Leah murmured, her lips again brushing ever so slightly against your neck. “I know, love.” You whispered again, your hand on her back, moving to her hair. Your fingers tangled in her hair, as you pulled her closer.

“Promise me something, love.” You whispered against Leah her hair and Leah nodded softly, as she laid on top of you, letting you massage her scalp. “I don’t want us ever to fight over a match,” You started and Leah, who had shifted and now laid with her head on your lap, she opened her eyes and looked at. Leah nodded lightly and with your free hand you stroke gentle circles on Leah her arm. “and we talk everything out, and don’t go to bed angry with each other.” Leah nodded once more.

You let your hand leave Leah her hair and you leaned down, kissing the corner of Leah her mouth, but Leah turned her head, so you kissed her on the mouth now. You smirked against her lips, letting out a soft laugh and Leah moved her head up, deepening the kiss. “You are so clever.” You murmured, as your mouth moved from Leah her lips to her jaw. “I’m always clever.” Leah hummed and booped your nose, which made you chuckle softly. “You are something else, Williamson.” You teased and leaned down again, brushing your nose against Leah’s, who giggled beneath you.

“There it is.” You hummed, which made Leah frown. “Where’s what?” You didn’t say anything at first, you just moved your lips to her throat and placed a long lingering kiss there. “Your giggles,” You stated simply and pulled back to meet the defender’s blue eyes once more. “I had missed them all day.” You confessed.

Leah her cheeks flustered a little and she turned her face into your lap, hoping to hide her flustered cheeks. Minutes passed before the two of you laid under the covers. You had your arm around Leah her waist and Leah had buried her face into your neck. Even after today, you knew that you always would find your way back to her.

“Le?” You whispered in the dark, your arm still loose around her waist. Leah only hummed in response, letting you know that she was awake. “I do want to talk about our argument.” You whispered softly, your hand now making circles on her waist.

“Tomorrow?” Leah her voice was thick with sleep, her eyes still closed and her neck nuzzled deeper into your neck. “Yes, tomorrow.” You agreed and kissed her hair, the light scent of shampoo still there. You rested your head on hers and the both of you fell asleep shortly after that. 

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Leah Williamson stories

Keeping it balanced (Arsenal)

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NO I DIDNT SAY IT WITH THAT INTENTION STWAP 😭✋🏻

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Chelsea fans are insufferable irl I can’t imagine in that universe 💀

I have seen some fans, but others are alright.

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Ok but no one is taking into consideration how this is affecting Daphne like… girlie is not ok and she is alone, that won’t end well for her 😔

Great, now you put this in my head hehehe

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The happy ending where both are back together (for good)

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Hiya, Suushiiiines,

What do you guys want to see in the next part of my dvd series?

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GRUMPY UNIVERSE MASTERLIST

alessia russo x daughter!reader | explore deeper into what life is like for the english, arsenal forward — alessia russo as she navigates her growing footballing career, her mini me following alessia every step of the way!

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lovie's next steps | (13+) see what life is like for the russo-williamson household post retirement from football as alessia's daughter continues the legacy.

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The final shot: Champion, but at what cost?

Daphne van Domselaar x Chelsea!reader

a/n: Read pt.1, pt.2 and pt.3 first, before you read this one.

Summary: Daphne just won the Champions league, but it doesn't feel like it. But then you show up in front of her hotel room door.

Warnings: Slightly suggestive in the end and panic attack.

Word count: 6.3k

You stood up from your seat when the final whistle was about to blow. The fans in blue and red shirts were chanting ‘Barca’ on repeat, to encourage their team forward. You sat in the VIP area of the Estádio José Alvalade with the family and friends of your best friend, Leah, who was on the field, playing the best she had ever played. You knew it was strange to watch a match, the final of the Champions league especially, where Arsenal, your rival team plays against the team that knocked Chelsea out of the Champions league.

Leah had begged you to come and reluctantly, you had said yes. Leah had texted you a few weeks back that she could buy you a Arsenal jersey with her name on the back. You had texted her back, “over my dead body” and had blocked her for three days. And now here you are, not with an Arsenal or Chelsea jersey on, just in a t-shirt and shorts and then the final whistle blows. Leah her parents next to you, jumped in each other’s arms.

They were screaming that they were so proud of their daughter and the Arsenal. You scanned the field below you. Leah had dropped on the field, her hands covering her face. A smile appeared on your lips. Even though you bled blue through and through, your heart couldn’t help but beat faster at the sight of your best friend so happy. You saw how Leah got jumped by Kim, who hugged Leah tightly, and soon other players joined in on the hug.

Without really thinking, your eyes wandered to the Arsenal goal and your eyes landed on her. She sat crouched on the ground, looking around the stadium. You saw the light shake of her head, full of disbelief. You felt something in your chest tighten at the sight of Daphne. You hated yourself for searching for her on the field, even after everything, your eyes kept looking at her.

You saw the light smile on her lips, her eyes closing for a second, just to take in the noise around her and the celebrations of her teammates around her. You kept looking at her as she stood up and walked out of her box. Daphne got jumped by Manu, with so much force that made Daphne stumble back with Manu in her arms. “We did it!” Manu yelled in Daphne her ear.

The corner of Daphne her lips twitched into a faint smile. She still couldn’t believe that it was real, that this was real. You saw how Daphne embraced her other teammates, not with a sad smile, but not with a bright and proud smile either. Even though the two of you hadn’t talked for months and had broken up, you could tell when Daphne wasn’t happy and you could tell from her smile that didn’t reach her eyes, that she wasn’t happy.

After more minutes of Arsenal players and staff hugging each other, shaking their heads in disbelief and celebrating. They had made a guard of honor for the referee’s and the Barcelona players, so they could get their medal. Your eyes wandered again to Daphne, who stood besides Manu, who was bent forward and her hands in front of her face. Manu stood up straight with happy tears in her eyes and you saw Daphne cup her face, telling Manu something. Your stomach flipped at the sight. You felt something on your cheeks, like Daphne was cupping your face right now.

You turned your attention away from them when the speakers came through. “Please, give a loud applause for the referee’s!” The whole stadium started clapping and so did you. After a while both the referee’s and Barcelona had gotten their medals, and now it was Arsenal’s turn. The speakers came through again and the corner full of Arsenal fans started to cheer loudly, and so did Leah her family next to you.

You saw how all the Arsenal players got their golden medal and then it was Daphne her turn. She smiled politely at all the people that shook her hand and then she stood in front of the person who would hand her the medal. Daphne shook the man’s hand and bowed her head. The medal was now around her neck, but Daphne didn’t touch or kiss it, she just walked towards the podium at the center of the field.

You had to be honest with yourself. Your heart broke a little at the sight, because Daphne should be happy that she was a champion of Europe, but you saw it in her eyes, even from a distance, that she was not happy or stood proudly with the medal around her neck. Your eyes now went to Leah, who laughed with Kim, after she had pointed to someone to the bench. Leah smiled mischievously at the person Kim pointed to, before walking forward and collecting her medal. You saw Leah waiting at the end of the podium for Kim, who got handed the silverware.

Kim reached Leah, who took the other ear of the trophy and the two of them walked to where their teammates were practically jumping in anticipation for the trophy to be lifted. “The champion’s league winners; Arsenal women FC!” The speakers yelled. Kim and Leah stood in front of the champion’s board, the golden confetti already in the air and then, Kim and Leah lifted the trophy into the air. Red and white confetti got popped into the air. You watched from the stands, tears pricking in your eyes. You didn’t know if it was from sadness, because you would never get the chance to lift that trophy or if it were happy tears, because your best friend just won the Champion’s league with her childhood club.

“C’mon, y/n!” Amanda, Leah her mother shouted. She was already on the stairs, but you hesitated, because you are (were) a Chelsea player and it would be weird if you would be on the field and celebrating with Arsenal, the rival. You shook your head, because you weren’t a Chelsea player right now. Right now, you were the friend of a Champions league winner. You moved from your place and followed Leah her family down the stairs.

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The Arsenal hotel was buzzing, music blaring out of the boxes, drinks flowed and people danced like it was the best party ever. Daphne stood on the dance floor, where Jess Glynn was singing her popular songs. Daphne had a beer in her hand, the foam of it had disappeared and the beer wasn’t cold anymore. Daphne would usually dance along to the music, but not today. “Daph! C’mon, you had three songs of Jess on your warm-up playlist!” Steph yelled, after she saw that Daphne wasn’t singing along to the song.

Daphne didn’t know what it was. She knew that she should be happy. She had just won the Champion’s league on her first season with Arsenal. She should have been drunk by now, but her beer was untouched. Before Daphne could do anything, Katie took her glass of beer and handed Daphne a new beer. It was cold, the foam almost spilled from the glass. “C’mon, Daph! Let loose, you deserve it!” Katie slurred, already completely drunk.

“Daph, if you don’t chug it right now, you will be the next to sing!” Katie threatened teasingly and Daphne her cheeks burned bright red, but luckily it got covered by the red lights of the room. Daphne moved the glass to her lips and took a sip from the beer. The bitter taste of the liquid fell on Daphne her tongue and she swallowed the cold liquid down. The beer burned a little in her throat, because of the alcohol.

“Daph, you can do better than that!” Katie teased and Daphne rolled her eyes in annoyance and a bit of amusement. “Will you shut up if I chug it?” Daphne teased with a smirk. “You will not hear from me the whole night.” Daphne raised an eyebrow in amusement, because Katie probably wouldn’t back off. “Scouts honor!” Katie said and gave Daphne an absolutely horrible sign with her hand. Daphne shook her head and a small smile tugged at her lips.

“Fine.” Daphne finally gave in and moved the beer once more to her lips. Daphne knew that she wasn’t great at chugging contests, but if it would make Katie back off, Daphne would chug the beer gladly. Katie cheered her on when Daphne started to chug the beer down. Daphne felt streams of bear going down her neck, but then she slammed the empty glass on the table and cleaned her mouth with the champions jersey she was wearing.

“Yes, Daph! That’s what I’m talking about!” Katie howled. Daphne shook her head and cleaned her neck with the collar of her shirt. “You want another one?” Katie teased and Daphne gave Katie a pointed look, because she did what Katie asked. “Alright, never mind then.” Katie laughed and walked away with the trophy still in hand. Daphne swore to herself that Katie wouldn’t let go of that trophy anymore, even if her life depended on it.

The party continued and Daphne started to feel the beer she chugged, taking a toll on her. Daphne knew she would get drunk fast, she didn’t need much, one beer would be enough to make her tipsy. Daphne took a seat at one of the tables and looked around. She looked to her left and saw Katie and Caitlin completely over each other, Lia and Mariona were hand in hand on the dance floor, Beth and Viv shared a kiss on the right side of the room and Daphne saw Leah sitting on Elle her lap, taking pictures.

Elle her hands on Leah her waist and Leah bit on the gold medal in her mouth. Daphne sighed and turned her head back to the stage and there she saw Jess and Alex all over each other as well. Daphne leaned against the chair and tilted her head, and looked now at the ceiling. Daphne was surrounded by couples that celebrated the win and Daphne was alone. She wanted you here, god she wanted to.

She wanted to show off the medal around her neck, whisper sweet nothings in your ear and kiss you on the middle of the dance floor with everyone watching, but that was only a dream that would never come true. Daphne wondered why she was still here, partying, but not really. She was done with seeing all the couples around her, knowing that she would never have that, not anymore, at least not with you.

After a while, Daphne had enough and she stood up from her seat. Without saying anything to anyone, she walked out of the room and headed to her hotel room. “What’s the point?” Daphne muttered under her breath and finally reached her room. Daphne walked through the door and slammed the door hard shut behind her, making the door rattle a little on their hinges. Daphne was done with pretending and took off the medal that she didn’t want, and threw it without looking somewhere in the room.

Daphne pulled off the champions shirt with the number ‘25’ off herself and threw it in her suitcase. Absentmindedly, Daphne took one of your sweaters that she had packed with her to here. Daphne ran her hands through her hair after she put the sweater on and she took a seat on the edge of the bed, her hands still in her hair and her eyes closed. “I wish you were here.” Daphne whispered under her breath and she let herself fall on the bed. The sheets ruffled silently under Daphne her body. Daphne opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling.

The room fell into a silence, the only sound came from people walking in the hall every now and then, the traffic outside or the ruffles of the sheets when Daphne moved. Daphne closed her eyes once more, trying to calm her mind and the emotions she was feeling, if she even felt anything at this point. Daphne her mind wandered back to the party, to how most of her teammates had their girlfriend or boyfriends with them to celebrate this achievement and Daphne didn’t, that hurt more than Daphne cared to admit.

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You arrived later at the hotel where Arsenal was staying. In your hotel you were debating if you should come or not, but Leah had begged you to come, so you did. You entered the room. The room was completely lit with red lights. The smell of beer and champagne didn’t go unnoticed. There was red and white confetti on the ground, that was sticky from the spilled beers and you saw the trophy in the air. “y/n!” You heard your name being yelled from a very hoarse voice. You turned around and were met with Beth, who had a half empty beer in her hand.

“Beth!” You yelled and pulled her into a hug. “You are going wild I see.” You teased with a smirk and Beth rolled her eyes, but no annoyance behind it. “Oh, you haven’t seen Katie yet.” Beth retorted and took a sip from her beer, and you just shook your head. “Do I want to see Katie?” It was a rhetorical question, because you absolutely didn’t want to talk to Katie McCabe in her drunk state. “Actually, no. You really don’t want that.” Beth laughed hard, which was influenced by the alcohol in her system.

“I’m going to look for Leah. Enjoy the night and please, be careful.” You warned with a smirk and pulled Beth into another hug. “No promises!” Beth yelled after you, when you had turned on your heel. You moved through the crowded space, trying to get a glimpse of the blonde defender and then you spotted her with her girlfriend.  

“Leah!” You yelled and the blonde turned her head to you. “y/n!” Leah stood up from Elle her lap, where she was seated and met you halfway, when you walked towards her. “You made it!” Leah shrieked into your ear, after she had pulled you into a hug and you chuckled at that. “But I do miss one thing.” Leah stated and you heard the mischief in her voice, so you raised an eyebrow in suspicion. “What are you-” Before you could even finish your question, Leah had thrown a Arsenal jersey at you and when you realized, you threw it on the ground.

“What the hell Williamson?!” You yelled in disbelief and looked at Leah again, who was smirking so widely. “I said I would get you one, didn’t I?” Leah stated with a smirk and you rolled your eyes, because Leah had in fact said that over a text. “And you know what my response was? ‘Over my dead body’ and I blocked you for three days! Ring a bell?” You huffed and Leah was deep in thought, like she was solving a very hard puzzle.

“Mmhh, not at the moment.” Leah hummed with a smirk and you rolled your eyes, but with no real annoyance behind it. “Alright, I can just leave and not be your best friend anymore.” You threatened, but the tease in your voice was unmistakable and Leah gasped dramatically. "I can’t believe that thought even crossed your little Chelsea mind." Leah said dramatically and placed one of her hands on her heart, like you had stabbed her right there.

“Fine, I was just joking,” You said with a smirk and Leah pulled you into a hug again, and you whispered softly in Leah her ear, “partly.” Leah pulled back and gave you a playful shove, and you just smirked back at her. “Alright, drama queen. Why don’t we get something to drink, before I really get infected by your red Gunner blood.” Leah let out another dramatic sigh and walked together with you to the bar.

“In all seriousness,” You started and Leah started to walk slower, and you adjusted to her pace. “I’m really happy that you won it and before you start. I’m saying this as your best friend and not as a Chelsea play-” You stopped and didn’t let the word ‘player’ roll off your tongue, because you weren’t a player anymore. Leah her gaze locked onto yours, her eyes softened at the word you couldn’t say. “Hey,” You looked up when you heard Leah her soft voice. “you’re still a player, maybe not out there on a field chasing the ball or scoring goals, but in here.” Leah said her voice still soft, but firm and she tapped with her index finger on your chest, just above your heart.

“in here, you are still the fierce Chelsea player and the most annoying striker I had to defend in my entire career.” You blinked rapidly with your eyes, hoping to blink the tears away. “And for your information, that’s me talking as your best friend and your captain of your national team.” Leah clarified and you couldn’t help the small laugh or sob, you couldn’t tell, escape from your throat.

You wiped the tears from your eyes with the palms of both your hands. “I didn’t think you were the sentimental type.” You murmured with a small smile and looked at Leah, who smiled at you. “Well, to be honest, I’m not. I took that over from Elle.” Leah stated and that earned a full laugh from you, as the two of you reached the bar.

“You know, you haven’t asked about her ever since you walked through the door.” You raised an eyebrow and took the beer Leah handed to you. “I don’t know who ‘her’ is.” You lied and Leah heard it, of course she heard. Leah gave you a look, that meant: “Don’t lie to me”. You sighed and ran your free hand through your hair. “Can we not?” You asked, not pleading, but hoping that Leah would understand that you didn’t want to talk about her. You scanned the room and didn’t see the tall goalkeeper anywhere. “I know you looked at her during the match.” You snapped your head back to meet Leah her gaze, who was casually taking a sip from her beer.

“Leah-” You had barely started your sentences, before Leah cut you off with her hand in the air. “Go. Talk. To. Her. Her room number is 221.” Leah stated, before leaving you dumbfounded at the bar, the beer in your hand forgotten. “Damn it, Leah.” You cursed under your breath, before standing up and leaving the beer on the table, and you headed to the door.

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Back in Daphne her room, Daphne hadn’t moved from where she was sitting, on the edge of the bed, her hands curled into fists in the sheets and she stared at the carpet floor of her room. Daphne hated that she felt like this, she hated that she wasn’t happy that she won the champions league, hated that she was jealous of all her teammates with their loved ones and hated it even more that you weren’t sitting next to her right now.

“I just wish you were here.” Daphne whispered and looked up at the ceiling, like she was begging someone from above, that you would knock on her door right now and that she could see your face. Daphne her plea fell in the room and she let herself fall back on the bed with a heavy sigh, and closing her eyes, but then there it was. One knock, then two and then three. Daphne ignored it at first, probably figuring that it was one of her teammates, who finally noticed that she wasn’t at the party, but then the knocks came again.

Louder. Harder. Daphne finally opened her eyes and shook her head against the sheet, before she pushed herself up by her elbows. Daphne reluctantly pushed herself up from the bed and patted to the door. When Daphne reached the door, her hand rested for a beat on the handle, before opening it, not bothering to look who was at the door.

“I don’t want company.” Daphne muttered and was about to close the door, but then the voice of the person filled the empty hallway. “Is that how you treat the person who’s leg you snapped in two?” Your voice wasn’t teasing, wasn’t with humor. It was flat, no emotion behind it. Daphne stopped mid-motion closing the door, her body tensed at your words and her eyes landed to the floor, only seeing the noses of your shoes.

You observed her for a beat. You frowned lightly, there was no golden medal around her neck, no champions jersey and her voice smelling only faintly with alcohol. Without saying a word, Daphne opened the door wider and turned around, giving you a choice: leave or enter the threshold. You waited a second, then another and another, before stepping inside and closing the door softly with a ‘click’. Daphne was already sitting on the edge of the bed, her head hanging low and her hands gripping her thighs hard, hoping to ground herself and trying not to break down in front of you.

Your eyes wandered from Daphne to the room. You scanned it thoroughly. It was a mess and you knew Daphne was always neat, there was never a t-shirt on the floor or a sock and when the two of you would be on vacation, Daphne her suitcase would lay in one of the corners of the room, her clothes folded neatly in it, but now? Now there were clothes discarded on the floor, the bedsheets were not made and then your eyes landed on a particular spot in the room.

You frowned when your eyes landed on the shiny gold medal on the ground with the blue ribbon attached to it, the white letters on the ribbon could be read, because of the light of the nightstand lamp. Next to it laid the red jersey, the same jersey Leah had thrown at you for a joke. Before you could take in more of the mess in the room, Daphne her voice filled the room, “I’m sorry.” It was barely audible, but because of the silence in the room, you heard it.

Her voice cracked, it trembled and it was filled with something you couldn’t quite place. “Sorry?” You echoed softly as well and your gaze landed back on Daphne, who looked really small, sitting like that. “You’re sorry?” Your voice was sharp like a knife and your eyes turned darker. Daphne her body flinched ever so slightly at your words. “For what exactly?” You continued and took a step closer, the wood under the carpet cracked, making Daphne look up. You saw that Daphne her eyes were glassy, but you didn’t stop, you couldn’t.

“Are you sorry for the fact that you ended my career? That you snapped my leg in two, huh?” You hissed and your voice was full of anger now. You stood face to face with the woman you had given your whole heart to and she broke it by ending your career, with that one crucial save. You didn’t wait for Daphne to respond and took another slow step forward. “Or? Are you sorry that you haven’t contacted me ever since we broke up?” You hissed again and this made Daphne rise from the bed, both of you standing inches away from each other.

“That’s not fair!” Daphne bit back, her jaw clenched and her fists trembled at her side. “Oh, now you want to talk about fair?” You snapped back, your own jaw clenched as well, your eyes still full with fury. “What’s not fair is, that you get to play the game you love the most and me? Guess what? I won’t step on a football field, wear my Chelsea jersey ever again or wear that gold medal around my neck, or should I say any other medal?” You said through gritted teeth and Daphne couldn’t respond, her throat got dry and she felt the guilt growing inside her chest.

“Because you know why? Because your pride of having a clean sheet was more important than me!” You yelled and took one final step closer, and shoved Daphne with both your hands, making her stumble back on the edge of the bed. “And the worst part is, I still fucking care about you!” You yelled again and this made Daphne freeze. You took a small step back, your chest rose and fell heavily, your chest tightened and your jaw still clenched.

“I saw how you didn’t take most of the goal kicks and then I knew, you’re still not 100% with that ankle.” You shook your head, because how the hell could you still care about her, after everything. After everything she had caused you. You still cared about her. That was something you hated to admit, but you just did. The woman who ended your career, who ruined your future in football, was sitting in front of you and you still cared about her.

You turned around, your back facing Daphne, who was still wrapping her head around the words you had said. “And the worst part is, I still fucking care about you!” Your words were on a loop in her mind. Daphne her head filled with questions, ‘Was there still a chance?’ ‘Had you never let go of what you felt?’ ‘Could there be a ‘them’ again?’ Daphne rose again from the edge of the bed, her legs were shaking and her hands trembled at her side. You felt her presence behind you, the warmth of her body was only a few inches away from you. Daphne thought, no she hoped, that this was her chance to make things right.

Daphne instinctively took one final step closer, her hands brushed your waist, just lightly, barely even there. The touch sent a shiver down your spine, but you couldn’t turn around, because you knew that you would crumble under her eyes. The eyes that you still remember from the back of your hand, the eyes that always knew what you wanted with one look. Daphne waited a beat, giving you the chance to pull away, to yell at her again, but you didn’t.

You stood frozen to the spot and the warmth of Daphne her palms now rested firm, but tender on your waist. Your breath hitched, when you felt Daphne her breath against your ear and her lips brushed your ear now. You parted your lips, hoping to tell her to stop or that this wasn’t the reason you were here, but nothing, your voice was gone and only a soft sigh left your lips, before you could stop it and that was the only thing Daphne needed.

She spun you around and the two of you stood face to face again. The tension from earlier had disappeared like a puff of smoke and it was only filled with the intimate moment that the two of you had shared on multiple occasions. One of Daphne her hands left your waist, the warmth of her palm got replaced by the cold air of the hotel room. The only warmth of the room hung between your bodies. Daphne her fingers trailed over the fabric of your shirt upward to your cheek.

Daphne pushed a lock of hair behind your ear, her hand lingering longer than necessary, before resting on your cheek and her thumb brushing tenderly over your cheek. Before you could do anything, Daphne leaned in, her lips brushing yours and it sent again a shiver down your spine, that had never changed, even if you tried. Daphne didn’t kiss you yet, she was again waiting and giving you the chance to pull back, but when you didn’t, Daphne pressed her lips on yours. You rested one of your hands on Daphne her arm, grounding yourself in the kiss.

You tried to keep the coldness you had earlier, but even you knew that it had long disappeared when the words, “I still fucking care about you.” Had left your mouth. You finally gave in and leaned into the kiss and the hand that was holding your cheek dropped to your waist. Daphne pulled you closer, deepening the kiss and moved the two of you to the closest wall. Your back hit the wall with a soft thud, even though Daphne her kisses weren’t gentle anymore, she was still gentle with her hands, she always had been.

You rested your head against the wall and Daphne her lips moved from yours, to your jaw and Daphne left a trail of fiery kisses down to your neck. Your lips parted and you moved your head, giving Daphne more access to your neck. Daphne moved her lips back up and connected them with yours once more, her hands fiddled with the hem of your shirt, before both her hands slipped under the fabric, making you gasp softly against Daphne her lips, who took the opportunity and slipped her tongue past your parted lips.

Daphne her fingertips danced on your warm skin, constantly sending small shivers through your body. Your head was a fog, the walls you had built around yourself towards Daphne crumbled and all just from her touch. Daphne continued to explore your body under her fingertips, the body she had memorized a hundred times. The fog in your head disappeared when Daphne her fingers left your skin and was pulling your shirt up, but you pushed her off you. Daphne looked confused at you, wondering if she had misread everything.

“What-” Daphne her voice came, still breathless from the intimate moment, but you cut her off with the cold look. Daphne her voice faltered and tried to take a step forward. “Don’t.” Your voice was cold and distant again and you took a few steps back, your hand raised, making Daphne stop in her step.

“I thought-” Daphne her cracked voice, barely a whisper filled the room, but you cut her off ending her sentence, before it even started. “You thought wrong!” You snapped and Daphne flinched at your words. “This was a mistake. How can you do that? I came here to talk and you what? I say that I still care about you and you think we can fuck and make up?” Daphne looked down at the ground, her hope of getting you back shattering in this moment.

“This isn’t a fucking Disney movie Daphne! Just because I still care, doesn’t mean you can kiss me like that!” You yelled and shook your head, trying to clear your mind. “You kissed me back.” Daphne her voice wasn’t an accusation, it was a fact. “Yeah, that’s on me. But Daphne wake up! There is no hope here left,” you gestured vaguely in the space between you. “you ended my career, you never texted me and never visited me during rehab.” You stated coldly and your jaw clenched. “Don’t you dare! You broke up with me, remember!” Daphne shouted back, her jaw clenched as well.

“Yeah, well, a friend would’ve still visited.” Daphne her stomach twisted at the words, she knew that it was true, but she couldn’t visit you, she just couldn’t. “You’re a coward Daphne! Grow the hell up!” Daphne opened her mouth to respond, but you were already at the door, not giving Daphne a final look and you slammed the door shut behind you, leaving Daphne alone again.

The slam of the door echoed through the hotel room and Daphne stood frozen in the room, she hadn’t moved, hadn’t blinked and hadn’t breathed. And then, Daphne finally blinked and again, hoping that what just happened was a nightmare, but it wasn’t. It did happen, you had yelled at her and left her. Daphne her heart hammered against her ribcage, her breathing was shallow and uneven.

Daphne forced her eyes shut, tears fell from her eyes on her cheeks and she dropped to the ground when her knees buckled beneath her. Daphne caught herself on the bed, her tears falling on the sheet. Her sobs filled the room and her fists slammed on the sheets. Her breathing became erratic and when hand clutched against her sweater, hoping to ground herself. Her breaths became shorter and harder to get in. Daphne started to panic, the crushing feeling on her chest came, just like what happened a few months ago, when she had returned home from the hospital.

“No-ple-” Daphne tried to say through her short breaths. It was happening again, she was having another panic attack and this one was worse than the last one. “I-I can’t-breathe” Daphne whispered through ragged breaths and clutched her hand that was on the sheet, her knuckles turning white. Daphne her vision was blurry because of the tears. Daphne her heart hammered harder and harder against her ribcage, it felt like her heart was ready to leave her as well.

“It hurts.” Daphne finally managed to say, without pausing. Daphne was falling apart, she thought she had you back, but she had misread every word you had said and it pushed you away even further. “Why didn’t you just fucking visit her!” Daphne cursed at herself, hitting her fist on the bed, but it didn’t do anything. “You are a fucking coward, Daph!” Daphne cursed once more.

She knew she should’ve visited you, but she thought that you didn’t want her to, that it would hurt you even more, seeing her at rehab. “I should’ve texted you.” Daphne now whispered, her breathing finally coming back to normal. Daphne knew that she should’ve texted you, even if it hurt like hell. It was the least you deserved, to get something, anything from Daphne, but you got nothing and when Daphne heard you say it. She wished she could turn back time, not even to your rehab.

Daphne would turn back time to the moment in the Chelsea match, to make herself stop from the dive, the dive that had ruined everything that the two of you had built, but Daphne couldn’t turn back time and couldn’t fix what she had broken. Daphne stood up after she had calmed down more and slipped under the bedsheets, tightening the sheets around herself and closed her eyes, tears streaming from her eyes. Daphne didn’t want to cry, it should be one of the best days of her career. She won the Champion’s league, but it didn’t feel like it, not in this moment, not after you had left again.

Downstairs you moved through the final hallways. You stopped at one door, you needed to walk through the party that was still in full swing and you didn’t want to talk to anyone, especially Leah. You let out a deep sigh and opened the door, the music that was first muffled by the door was now blasting in your eardrums. You held your head down, hoping that no one would see you and that you didn’t have to explain why you would be leaving early.

You moved through the crowd, but bumped into someone on your way. You looked up and was met with Leah her eyes, confusion in the blue eyes of the defender. You gave her a small smile that didn’t reach your eyes, before walking past her. Leah being Leah, knew something had happened. She followed you and started to call for you, when the two of you were out of the room. “y/n!” You didn’t turn around and kept walking, your footsteps echoed off the walls, but the footsteps behind you followed.

You reached outside, the cold air biting against your warm skin and you tilted your head up to the sky, and you closed your eyes. A beat passed and then you heard the footsteps stop a few meters away from you. You didn’t need to guess who it was, because you knew who it was. “Leah, go back to the party, I’m fine.” You lied and waited for Leah to turn around, and to hear her footsteps fading, but they didn’t.

“y/n, what happened?” You turned your head to her, meeting Leah her eyes finally. “She messed up.” Was all you needed to say, for Leah to frown in confusion. “Okay, what happened?” You sighed and Leah led you to the bench that stood in front of the hotel. “You want the short version or the long one?” You asked and Leah gave the look that meant, “The long version.” You took a deep breath and started to tell her what happened. What felt like an eternity, you finally had told the full story and Leah was stunned.

“So, you said that you still care about her and she kissed you?” You nodded and saw that Leah was puzzling in her mind. “And then we fought, because Daphne thought that everything was okay, but it isn’t. It will never be okay, Le.” You whispered, your head in your hands. “Can we drop it?” Leah opened her mouth, but you gave her a pleading look. “I don’t want to think about it, at least for tonight.” Leah closed her mouth again and nodded in understanding, and wrapped her hands around you. “Thank you for coming, even if you didn’t want to come.” Leah murmured, her head resting on your shoulder.

“Are you saying that as an Arsenal player, my lionesses captain or as my best friend?” You teased, hoping to lighten the mood. You heard Leah chuckle softly next to you. “You can fill that in yourself, I’m just here.” Leah stated with a smirk and you rested your head against Leah’s. “I’ll take the best friend.” Leah only hummed and whispered, “Then I will be here as your best friend.” The two of you fell into a comforting silence, there were no words needed and you didn’t need any words from Leah, you just needed her next to you in this moment of peace. 

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Can arsenal announce her stay already…..

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Hiya!!

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hi, you’re awesome! would absolutely love a beth mead fic! maybe a sick reader who pushes through training or a game and it doesn’t end well? thank u xx

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Pushing through sickness

Beth Mead x engwnt!reader

Summary: You have been sick for a while, but you push through it during training and it doesn't end well.

Word count: 3.2k

It was a sunny summer day. You had your bag in the backseat of your car and you sat in the passenger seat. Your girlfriend, Beth, sat behind the wheel. She hummed along to the radio and you stared out the window. You have been quiet the whole drive and morning. You weren’t usually the quiet type.

Beth knew that you weren’t the quiet type, everyone who knew you well did. Beth had let it slide. She assumed that you were nervous for the pre-euro’s camp. It was your first major tournament for England and of course you were nervous. Beth knew that you would be called up, because you had a great season at Arsenal. You had started most of the matches and had played in almost all the Champions league matches, including the final against Barcelona.

“Are you excited?” Beth her voice dragged you out of your thoughts and you turned your head towards her. “Yeah, but I’m a bit nervous.” Beth nodded in understanding, but she heard your voice. It wasn’t your normal voice. Something was off, but Beth couldn’t quite place what. You swallowed and your throat burned. 

“That’s okay. I was nervous as well on my first tournament. I was so nervous that I had forgotten my football boots.” You snickered and shook your head. Your soft snickers quietly turned into coughs. Your throat had been burning for weeks. You just assumed that it was nothing to worry about. Just that you had caught a cold during a late night walk with Beth. “How do you forget your football boots? Honestly, babe, how?” You teased and Beth rolled her eyes with a smile on her lips.

“You are never going to let me live that down, I’m afraid.” Beth sighed and you hummed in response. “Never.” You said and placed your hand over Beth’s, who’s hand was on the gearshift. Beth made a right turn and you traced circles on the back of her hand. “What is it like?” You asked and Beth frowned, because she didn’t know what you meant. “What’s what like?” You chuckled softly. “A first major tournament for your country?” You stated and Beth finally caught up.

“Well, it’s something you need to experience yourself. Everyone reacts to it differently,” Beth started and you listened. You were still drawing circles on the back of her hand. “But I remember that I was in awe, about all the fans that were in the stands and how many people there were. I felt proud that I had got the opportunity to represent my country on one of the biggest stages of football.” You were completely speechless after Beth finished.

Beth told it like she was reliving it all over again. You saw Beth having a smile on her lips and the fire in her eyes when she spoke about it. “You-” You started, but you didn’t really know what to add to that. “That was really heartwarming.” You murmured and stilled your fingers on the back of her hand. You felt your throat burn once more and now you coughed out loud. Beth looked quickly at you. “Are you okay?” You nodded and removed your hand from your mouth.

“Yeah. My throat just tickles.” You answered with a smile and leaned your head on Beth her shoulder. Beth heard your breathing. It wasn’t your normal breathing, but Beth didn’t really know what to call it. The drive to the training ground was quiet. Once the two of you arrived, Beth took it upon herself to carry your bags. “Baby, I can carry my own bags.” You said with a smile. Beth ignored you and took your bag and her own.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked with both hands on your hips. Beth gave you a smirk and turned on her heels. You let out an exaggerated groan, but quickly followed your girlfriend. “You know,” You started once you walked next to her. “you can be very bossy.” You stated and tried to get your bag from Beth her hand, but she didn’t budge. “I just know when my girlfriend is not fully 100%.” Beth stated simply and leaned in, placing a kiss on your cheek.

You huffed silently, but couldn’t help the small smile tugged at your lips. “Is that your way of saying that you love me?” You teased and Beth shook her head, and let out a chuckle. “You know I don’t dance around those words. I literally told you last night before we went to bed that I loved you.” Beth stated with a smirk. “Really? I can’t recall that. Could you tell me that again?” you asked with a mischievous smirk and Beth turned her head to you.

“y/n y/l/n, I love you to the moon and back.” Beth said full with love and your eyes softened. Even though you asked for it. Your heart skipped a few beats. You let out a flustered laugh and wrapped your hand around Beth her waist. “I love you too.” You hummed and the two of you walked to the main building. Once inside. You both took a seat in the common room. You always sat next to Beth and laid your head in her lap, so she could run her fingers through your hair. And that was the same today. The two of you sat on the bench in the lounge. You had kicked off your shoes and laid on the bench.

Your head on Beth her lap and Beth started to run her fingers through your hair. The burning in your throat returned and now your nose started to get blocked. Forcing you to breathe through your mouth. You moved your head uncomfortably on Beth her lap. “Everything okay?” You looked up. Meeting Beth her eyes and they were filled with concern. “Yeah,” You nodded and finally found a comfortable position. “didn’t sleep right last night. My neck hurts.” You stated and Beth her fingers started to move through your hair again. The burning in your throat hadn’t faded, but Beth her touch eased the starting pain in your throat.

As the training came closer. The team sat in the locker room. You sat (as usual) next to Beth, who was talking to Leah next to her. The burning and tightness hadn’t faded in your throat. In the last 20 minutes, you had coughed more and sneezed. Beth hadn’t said anything about it, because you always reassured her with, “I’m fine” or “it’s nothing”. Beth just nodded, because you knew your own body better than her. But Beth couldn’t help it and just stare at you, to see if you were really okay.

You put on your training kit shirt. It was purple. Not the kind of color you would pick, but it started to grow on you. Most of the team started to leave for the field, but you were still halfway with your gear. “Hey.” You looked up from tying your laces. You met the eyes of your girlfriend. “Beth, I’m fine. Really.” You assured her, before she could even ask her question. “Are you sure? Like, 10000% sure?” Beth asked. You smiled. You always loved how protective and concerned Beth got over you. “Because if you aren’t, I can tell Sarina that you’re not feeling well.” Beth offered and you shook your head.

 “Baby, I’m okay. I’m just a bit slower today. There’s nothing wrong with that.” You stated with a smirk and Beth looked at you. Searching if she saw any sign of discomfort. “Babe, with that look, it looks like you are taking my clothes off in your mind.” You teased and Beth her cheeks turned bright pink at your flirtatious remark. You have always been the big flirt in the relationship.

You always loved to flirt with Beth, just to get a reaction from her and you always got one. Once Beth her cheeks were less pink, Beth nodded. “Okay, but tell me if you’re not feeling well, okay?” Beth said in defeat and you nodded. “I need words. Promise me.” You knew that Beth was a person that needed words. Not a shrug, not a nod, just. You stood up after you had laced your shoes. You stepped closer to her and cupped her face, making her look you in the eyes.

“I’m good. I promise.” You whispered and kissed her lips softly. You held your hands on her shoulders. You felt the tension leave her body and she kissed you back. You let your hands move up to her neck and Beth her hands found your waist. The burning in your throat was still there, but you ignored it.

Before the two of you could be too carried away with the kiss, Beth pulled back, meeting your eyes once more. “I trust you.” Beth whispered and you chuckled softly. “Well, apparently not much, because I wasn’t allowed to make breakfast this morning.” You hummed. Your hands still on Beth her neck. Beth huffed and her hands were still resting on your waist. “You ruined the morning coffee two days ago.” Beth deadpanned and you shook your head. You had to give her that one, because you indeed had ruined the coffee.

“Good thing is that I’m a footballer and not a barista.” You joked and that earned a chuckle from Beth, who removed her hands from your waist. You groaned at the warmth that left your waist and Beth smirked at you. “C’mon coffee ruiner. We need to get on the field.” Beth declared and held out her hand. You took it without a second thought and the two of you walked out of the room.

Practice was going smoothly. You defended like you always did. Sharp and focused. Halfway through practice, a high ball came and you stepped in front of the striker and headed the ball away. The minute the ball hit your head, you felt nauseous. You had to blink a few times afterwards to get your vision back. Your throat didn’t burn anymore, it just started to hurt every time you swallowed.

“You okay?” Leah asked and you nodded slowly, and straightened yourself. Leah looked at you for a beat longer, before turning her attention back to the exercise. When the training continued. The nausea in didn’t disappear, it only increased. You started to move slower and let attackers through, that you would usually stop easily.

 Training continued and the team was now playing 9v9. You tried to focus on the ball and you tried to give sharp passes. You gave them at the start, but as minutes passed, your passes became sloppier and your coaching from the back, that was usually loud and clear, were now only soft and didn’t make sense to the people you shouted it to. Your nausea came to its peak when you headed another ball away. You opened your eyes and saw black again for a few seconds. Your legs started to get weak and your hands trembled at your side.

You took a step forward, but that was a big mistake. You dropped to your knees. Your hands flat on the green turf. Your vision started to blur and the voices of your teammates became only a sound in the distance. You were sick and you knew it. You let the sickness take over and you position yourself with your back on the ground. You looked at the sky. It was not sunny anymore.

The clouds had covered the blue sky and covered the bright yellow sun. On the other side of the field, Beth her eyes landed on you. “Stop!” Beth yelled to everyone and was already running to you. Everyone on the field stopped and their eyes followed Beth running to you. “Hey, baby.” Beth tried to say as calm as possible. But the fear and concern in her voice wasn’t something you could miss. You blinked and Beth her face hovered above yours. You tried to only focus on her face and voice. “Hey, Beffy. I think I’m not that well.” You said hoarse and tried to smile, but you saw that your girlfriend wasn’t smiling. Your eyes got heavy and then everything went black.

You opened your eyes and the bright light of the room was too bright for your eyes. You blinked rapidly at the light, letting your eyes adjust to it. Once your eyes had adjusted, you realized that you were in the medical room and you frowned. You looked around the room and the team medic was writing something. Their backs turned to you. You turned your head to the left and saw Beth, who hadn’t noticed that you had woken up.

“Hi baby.” Beth her head snapped up. Her eyes were filled with concern and something else you couldn’t quite place. “Hey.” Beth said softly and walked over to you. “What happened?” Beth frowned. Hadn’t you remembered anything? “You can’t remember?” You nodded vaguely as you tried to recall what happened. “I know I wasn’t feeling well and then I heard your voice, but then nothing.” You answered and Beth sighed. Her hand found yours. Her fingers lacing yours together. “You collapsed during training.” Beth murmured and you saw the frown between her brows. You sighed and let your head fall into the pillow.

 The medic turned from the table where he was standing and moved to your side. “Your heart rate has gone down. It was nothing serious, but,” You froze at the ‘but’. That was never good. “You have been sick for a while. And you pushed through your sickness today and your body just gave out.” The medic stated and you nodded in understanding and Beth? She shook her head.

You had promised that you would be honest and Beth had asked many times today if you were okay. “So,” The medic continued. “you should go home and get some proper rest.” You nodded and looked at your hands in your lap. At that moment, Sarina walked in. Her face was full of worry. “How is she?” Sarina asked and looked at the medic. “She’s okay. Her body needs rest.” Sarina nodded and turned herself to you and Beth. “Why didn’t you say anything?” You met Sarina her eyes. “I just… I didn’t want to look weak, because I want to prove myself to you and the rest of the team.” You whispered and your voice cracked at that.

 “y/n,” Sarina said with a sigh and took a step closer to you. “you are not weak if you need rest. That’s brave. Brave that you can tell that your body needs rest.” Sarina assured you with a comforting hands on your shoulders. “Now. You go home and rest just like the medic ordered.” You nodded in defeat and Beth took a step closer to you.

“Let’s go.” Beth her voice came through. It wasn’t her usual sweet and full of love voice. This was something else, but it was still filled with concern. “Beth, you still need to train.” You protested weakly, but Sarina shook her head. “No. She can get you home.” Sarina her voice came, before Beth could command on your protests. Beth her arm found your waist holding you up and her other hand was placed on the small of your back.

You didn’t protest this time and let Beth help you out of the room. Beth had both your bags in one hand now and the other was still holding your waist. The walk to the car was quiet, but filled with tension. Beth helped you in the passenger seat, once the two of you had reached the car.

Once Beth drove off, her hands were tight on the steering wheel, the radio was off and Beth her eyes were locked on the road. You looked at her and this time really looked at her. Your girlfriend’s jaw was tight, her breathing was heavy, but then you saw her eyes. They were still filled with concern. Beth wasn’t mad. Was she angry that you weren’t honest with her? Yes. But she was more concerned about you at the moment.

The rest of the drive was still quiet, but the tension of earlier was gone. After 20 minutes, Beth drove and parked the car in the driveway. You didn’t unbuckle your seatbelt, you were waiting. Waiting for Beth to say something or maybe look at you disappointed. “Are you mad?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but the question hung in the car. Beth stayed quiet for a beat, before answering, “no, I’m not.”

You let out a quiet sigh of relief and met for the first time this whole drive Beth her eyes. Beth smiled at you softly and took your hand in hers, giving it a light squeeze. “Let’s get you inside.” You nodded and unbuckled your seatbelt. Beth helped you out of the car and the two of you entered your shared apartment. Beth kicked off her shoes and didn’t let you take off your own shoes.

Once your shoes were off, Beth walked you to the couch. You let yourself fall into the cushions and she laid a blanket over you. “I’ll make you some tea.” You nodded and pulled the blanket tighter around you, while you heard Beth move around the kitchen. A few minutes passed and Beth appeared in front of you with a mug of fresh mint tea.

You sat up straight, the blanket pulled around your body. Beth took a seat next to you and pulled you back against her chest. Beth her arms wrapped loosely around your waist. You had the mug wrapped in both your hands and you leaned further into your girlfriend’s embrace. “I’m sorry.” You whispered and brought the mug to your mouth. “It’s okay, just tell me next time, please.” Beth hummed and placed a gentle kiss on your temple. “I will.” You whispered again. You let your head fall back and rest against Beth her shoulder.

Beth drew lazy circles on your waist through the blanket. “I knew you weren’t feeling well.” Beth said softly after minutes of silence and you turned your head slightly. Meeting her eyes through the corner of your eyes. “How?” You asked softly and Beth shrugged lightly. “Always when you aren’t feeling well, you go quiet. You are not your enthusiastic self and always force a smile that never reaches your eyes.”

You nodded slowly and when Beth had said it. You realized she was right. You weren’t energetic today. You didn’t wake Beth with a hit of your pillow, in fact,  Beth woke you up and that doesn’t happen a lot. You put the mug down on the coffee table and leaned back. You turned your body and were cradled against Beth her chest. Your head rested on her chest, hearing the heartbeat under her chest. “Thank you.” You mumbled, already half asleep.

“For what?” Beth frowned and stopped mid-motion with drawing circles on your waist. “For always noticing when I’m not feeling well.” You mumbled against her chest. Beth laughed softly and returned drawing circles on your waist. “I’ll always notice, even if you don’t see it.” Beth hummed and rested her chin on your head. After a while, both of you fell asleep against each other. And now, rest didn’t sound so bad with Beth here with you.  

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Beth Mead stories

Pushing through sickness (England)

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I want to start writing a fic for Leah, so if anyone has ideas, feel free to send them

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Rewarding || Daphne van Domselaar x Reader

You and Daphne celebrate your Champion's League win.

18+

WC: 1.9 k

It had been easy enough to sneak away from the team once everybody started to move back to the locker room. Both you and Daphne had a good excuse as to why you weren't with everyone else. Kim and Lia had let Katie and some of the others go absolutely crazy with the champagne. There was an event later in the night, so you mananged to get back to the locker room showers without even having to use the excuse of wanting to wash the alcohol off of yourselves.

"Thank god for stalls," Daphne said as she knelt down in front of you. You couldn't find it in yourself to do anything other than nod when you saw her in front of you. Her hands came up to grab your hips, and you instinctively spread your legs for her a little. "What a reward for a game well played."

"Daphne," you whined. The adrenaline had every nerve in your body practically vibrating with anticipation. Daphne knew that you were riled up from the stakes of the game. That was why she had moved so quickly to get you here, even if she was stalling just a little bit to tease you now. "Daph, please. I need you."

"Anything for you, and whatever you want," Daphne told you. Her words made your stomach flutter and heart race. She told you that every single time she was between your legs, and it never failed to work on you. Daphne adjusted the grip of her hands a little as she leaned in to lick a slow stripe along your cunt.

"Oh my god," you moaned, unable to keep yourself quiet. Daphne shot you a warning look, and you remembered that you weren't at home or in your hotel room. She hovered above where you wanted her until you clamped your hand over your own mouth. Both of you knew that this was risky because you had never been good at keeping quiet, but all it had taken was a single shared look and it was like you didn't have a choice.

Daphne kept her tongue flat as she lapped at your entrance. Her fingers moved down to rub over your clit. Your back arched off of the shower wall, and Daphne only pulled you even closer. She pressed her tongue harder against your skin as she dragged it up to meet where her fingers toyed with your clit. You bit down on your hand as Daphne sucked your clit into her mouth. Your hips rolled forward, and Daphne moved her hands to hold you against her mouth.

"D-Daphne, I'm so close," you whimpered. Daphne hummed as she flicked her tongue faster and harder. You could feel your orgasm build up quickly until the tension snapped like a rubber band in front of you. Daphne kept her hand between your legs, cupping you as she stood up. Your body fell forward against hers, and you let out a small shudder at the feeling of her fingers brushing against you. "I can't believe we just did that."

"I'm not done with you yet." Daphne slowly moved her hand away, wiping away the traces of your arousal on your own stomach. She turned you around so that the two of you could quickly take a shower and get going. You weren't going to complain about Daphne's rushing, not when you knew exactly what was going to be in store for you back at the hotel.

Daphne had snuck into your room the night before to sleep next to you and stash her backpack in your room. It was the same backpack she always brought along with her whenever she stayed at your flat in London. You knew what was always in that bag, just like you knew that win or lose, Daphne was using her favorite toy on you. All the win had really changed was the ruthlessness and frustration in her thrusts. Daphne was in a good mood from her win, so she was going to want to show off a bit.

"Why don't you make things nice in here while I get ready?" Daphne suggested once the two of you had made it back to the hotel room. She took her backpack into the bathroom with her, leaving you by yourself. You put some music on from your phone and began undressing yourself. You had come from the game, and there wasn't enough time for you to put something frilly on, so you decided to just put the shirt that Daphne had left on.

Daphne stepped out of the bathroom with nothing except for the harness on with the dildo jutting out proudly between her legs. You had worn the strap-on a few times, but never as confidently as Daphne did. Her confidence was definitely one of the sexiest things about her, especially in the context of the bedroom. If she was ever unsure of herself, Daphne never let it on. Even now as she stared at you wearing nothing except for her shirt and spread out on your hotel room bed, Daphne seemed to know exactly what she wanted to do to you.

"You're still soaked. I could have made you cum a hundred times and you'd still be waiting for this, wouldn't you?" Daphne asked. It was a rhetorical question, just a bit of dirty talk, but you sitll nodded nonetheless. Your mouth and throat went dry as her fingers pressed against your entrance. Daphne slowly worked one of them inside of you, and you were rewarded with the second as your hand wrapped around the shaft of her dildo.

"How can I think of anything else when I knew what was waiting for me here?" you asked her. Daphne put a little bit of lube in her free hand and stroked the dildo along with you. You were wet enough that you weren't sure how much preparation you needed, but Daphne wanted to be thorough. She liked going out with the team, but you knew that tonight she wanted you all to herself.

"I get it. I'm always thinking about you," Daphne confessed. It was said extremely casually. Daphne didn't give you a chance to pause and think about what she had told you. Instead, you were brought right back into the moment at hand as her fingers curled inside of you. She was well on her way to making you cum again, and you knew that Daphne would before she even attempted to put an inch of that strap inside of you.

"Fuck, right there Daph," you moaned as she continued to curl her fingers inside of you. Daphne pushed your hand away from the dildo's shaft as she knelt down in front of the bed. The carpet was softer on her knees than the hard floor of the showers, so Daphne didn't mind taking her time in devouring you this time. Her tongue moved slowly and unfocused as she took her time in tasting you.

Daphne's fingers slowed down a bit, and she added a third. The stretch wasn't too bad, even if she did stop the strokes of her tongue so that you could really feel it. You weren't anywhere near begging for more, but you knew that you could have taken more from her. Daphne was generous with her attention, and you were rarely ever left wanting for more without getting it.

Daphne knew you almost as well as she knew herself. She knew your limits and how quickly you could become completely disheveled. She knew your tells, and Daphne watched closely to track how far along you were. Your breathing had picked up quite a bit and most of the noises coming out of your mouth were squeaky, so Daphne knew that she had some wiggle room. You weren't close yet. Daphne would keep going until you got quiet, your body going still beneath hers as her fingers pulled an orgasm from you.

Daphne pulled her fingers out from inside of you and made a show of cleaning them off as she stood up. She didn't care that you weren't watching her do that, focusing instead on the hand that was still stroking the dildo. She applied even more lube to the toy until it was practically dripping as she lined it up with your cunt. Daphne knew that you were watching and waiting for her to make that first thrust inside of her, but she didn't move at all until her fingers had been sucked clean.

"Are you ready baby?" Daphne as she ran the head of the toy over you clit.

"Yes, please. I'm so fucking ready," you told her. Daphne bit back a smirk at your eagerness. She didn't want to come off as cocky so early, despite having already made you cum twice. Daphne planted her hands on either side of your body as she began to thrust into you. Your legs wrapped around her waist as you laid back to let her set the pace.

Daphne's thrusts started off slow and shallow. She was trying to frustrate you a little. There were certain noises that Daphne wanted to hear, moans broken with little groans as she pulled out quicker than what you wanted. You sat up and wrapped your arms around Daphne's neck in an attempt to keep her closer. You didn't want her to pull out of you at all. You wanted to feel her inside of you until you couldn't handle it for a second longer.

"Deeper. I need to really feel you," you told her. Daphne pulled back a little bit to steady herself on her feet before she picked you up into her arms. The show of strength sent heat straight to your core, and you swore for a moment that a new wave of arousal hit you as Daphne finally buried herself inside of you. You could feel the harness against your skin, and despite the fact that there was no way she was getting any deeper inside of you, you wanted more. "Deeper, please."

"So fucking needy," Daphne teased. You let out a little whine as she started to move you up and down on her strap herself. You rocked your hips against her harness when you could. The friction of the fabric againt your clit was driving you crazy. Daphne was grunting and growling a little in your ear with each snap of her hips. You knew that it was impossible, but you wondered as your body started to shake if you had ever actually stopped cumming earlier.

"D-Daphne." The noise that came out of your mouth was almost unheard of. Daphne grabbed your hips and held you against hers. Your hips moved wildly as you got yourself off. Daphne peppered your neck and jaw in kisses as your head fell back. You felt on the verge of overstimulation, but nothing felt like it was enough for you. Despite the seeds of pain beginning to sprout as your body warned you that you were on the verge of too much, you kept going. You wanted to cum so badly, to see the look on Daphne's face when she saw the mess you would make on her strap. This was just as much for her as it was for you, and you knew how badly Daphne wanted to spend her night ruining you.