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#Chelsea one shot
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Mason Mount - Always
POV: You & Mason Mount used to be in a relationship and have a child together, however you split up because things weren't working out but still have the same social group, so end up on an evening out together.
Contains: Mature Language, Angst & some Fluff
Music Choice: Bon Jovi – Always
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The car pulls up outside, 7pm on the dot as he said in his message. Mason steps out the car and heads towards the door which I already open having been eagerly awaiting his arrival.
"Hey" I say as I smile at him through the open door.
"Hey" he says back, leaning forward to give me a hug "You look good"
I laugh slightly, looking at the white shirt and black jeans he's chosen for the night "Thanks Mace, not too bad yourself" he smiles and looks over my shoulder "Freddie has just gone upstairs to bed, my mum's reading him a story so if you wanna shoot up and say night you can"
"Thanks" he says as he heads past me and up the stairs.
I hear the shouting as soon as Mason open his bedroom door "Daddy!!!" screams Freddie as I hear Mason respond.
Sharing a child with someone can be difficult but I think me and Mason are making it work. We had been together for 3 years before we found out we were having Fred, then he arrived and it was the most amazing bubble that slowly started to breakdown, days and nights spent being a single parent when Mason was away training or at matches, times when he would like us to do couple things but wouldn't seem to understand how tired I was from running around after a little one all day. As time went on, we realised we would be better off as friends, we would be better off apart.
When we split Freddie was almost 2 and it was difficult at first, my heart hurt whenever I saw him and then when I saw him dating again, I felt myself break, but I had to stay strong for Fred. It had gotten a lot better now; Freddie was almost 3 & ½ and we seemed to have this co-parenting thing down to a tee.
"Ready?" he said as he appeared back down the stairs with a smile on his face.
"Yep" I said picking up my bag and keys and heading towards the door.
The first part of the car journey was good, we chatted about Freddie's Nursery days, speaking about things he had been up to, funny comments that he came out with as well as some of our favourite memories. We speak about the party ahead, Nadia's birthday, Marcus Betinnelli's wife, having been invited as we still speak and hang out together, so it was nice of Mason to offer to drive.
We stop on our way there to pick up 2 of Mason's friends, Jayden, and Woody. When we arrive outside, they come out and head to the car.
"Alright geeez" shouts Jayden as he tumbles in to the back with Woody following behind "Don't worry y/n I'll squeeze my long legs into the back while you have all the room up front"
I roll my eyes before I respond, "Hello Jayden, so lovely to see you again" I say with a sarcastic response, I change my tone before turning to look at Woody "Hey Woods."
"Hey you" he says back with a smile.
The car journey is then filled by Jayden's brash stories about his recent night's out or girls he's been talking to, I get to the point that I want to just get out and walk the rest of the way, but I turn to slightly look at Mason who smirks and rolls his eyes as I smile back. Jayden insisted we listened to his playlist which I shut down, which lead to him sitting huffing about every song playing from Mason's Spotify.
When we finally pull up outside the club I have already had enough of him and cannot wait to be in a club away from him.
"Are you looking forward to the party y/n?" Jayden says as he leans forward as I unbuckle my seatbelt.
"Yeah, it will be really nice to see Nad's and the girls" I say as I look towards the door, reaching for the handle.
"Do you wanna tell your face you are happy then, like maybe slap a smile on your face?" Jayden says with a laugh.
I freeze as I go to leave "Surprisingly, Jayden, not everyone wants to walk around with a 'Wallace' smile on their face looking thick as fuck like you, some of us actually have some intellect and think before we speak" I say as I head out of the door.
As Woody gets out, I hear Jayden speak from inside the car.
"Lucky escape there though mate, she always seems like hard work and she can't take a joke, poor Fred having her as a mum" he said with a laugh
"What the fuck did you say about her? She's a better person than you could ever dream to be, plus she is best mother in the world so don't ever question that, Freddie is lucky to have her and so am I, so shut your fucking mouth Jayden" I hear Mason almost spit at him with rage and I walk into the club with a smirk on my face.
The party is well underway and after a few drinks I am chatting to Nadia, Mia and Cat about life, our families, how are kids are doing and how fun it is to let our hair down. I made it my mission to avoid Jayden after his stupid comment earlier but that also meant distancing myself from Mason. Although whenever my glass was empty another would appear with a smile and a nod from him.
After a little while we head to the dancefloor, leaving the boys and the rest of the group stood around the bar. We end up dancing away to some TikTok song that none of us know the dance moves too but find it hilarious making up our own. Nadia heads off to the toilet as Cat makes her way back to the bar. Me and Mia continue dancing for a little bit longer before we decide to go and get a drink, a couple of girls dressed in next to nothing were slut dropping all over the floor, causing us to roll eyes and laugh. The blonde one in the middle attracting attention left right and centre. However, something got in the way before we could make our way back to the group.
A fight erupted on the dance floor, some lads arguing over the blonde girl who had been trying it on with others. Punches were thrown and people were shoving to move out the way as one of the lads smashed a bottle waving it around towards the other boy. I scrambled as fast as I could towards the stairs that led up from the dance floor, being shoved by someone on the left, my foot stood on on the right, feeling panic engulf me when I could see the blood dripping from the boy by the side of me, having been slashed. Mia had squeezed her way in front of me, our hands separated and gone out of sight. I take one last look as I see another punch land on one of the boys and them hit the dancefloor with a crash. As I turn my eyes back my vision is blurred white, a set of arms wrapping around me and dragging me away from there.
When we have reached safety, I looked up to see Mason with his arms wrapped around me still, shaking slightly, checking over my body making sure I'm not hurt.
"Are you okay?" he said breathlessly, checking my arms, legs, and neck before cupping my face.
"I'm fine, I thought you were at the bar?" I say
"I was, but then Ben said there was a fight, and I couldn't see you, so I came to find you" he said, dropping his hands "I came to find everyone that wasn't with us" he says suddenly shy about his admission.
"Let me go and get you a drink" he says as he disappears off.
I take a seat in the booth, with everyone talking about what has just happened, security guards flooding the room, the dancefloor, dragging people out.
Ben sits down next to me "You okay?"
"Yeah, only a bit shaken up, glad Mason came when he did" I say.
"Yeah, he needed to get you and make sure you were safe" Ben says as he sips his drink.
"He said he came to gather everyone back up?" I said to Ben.
"I shouldn't be doing this or getting involved but that's not what happened at all" Ben says looking over at Mason who was ordering some drinks at the bar "He panicked, he started screaming 'Where's y/n?' and when we said you were still on the dancefloor he ran, even at training I have never seen him run that fast, he just sped off towards the fight, Jayden tried to grab him, so did Woody, I even think he shrugged of Bets" he said "they were saying it wasn't safe but he told them to go fuck themselves and he needed to get to you, so that's what he did, in a heartbeat he was there"
I sit for a moment, processing the information, thinking it all through.
Had he really just come to rescue me?
Had he really panicked like that?
When Mason came back, he placed my drink down in front of me and took up the seat next to me in the booth, his thigh touching mine and his arm draped over the back of the seat behind me. He didn't leave my side for the rest of the night, not when Jayden asked him to go with him to see some of his friends who had turned up, not when Ben suggested doing shots at the bar, not even when a song came on that I knew he loved, he stayed there, right there by my side.
I turned to him about an hour after "Can you take me home?" I whispered.
"Of course, lets go" he said.
He told Woody and Jayden they would have to sort themselves out and after I said my goodbyes we were out into the night and already in his car on the way home. After we had been driving for a while, listening to him sing along to the radio as he tapped his hand against the steering wheel, looking over at me from time to time, I turned to him
"Why did you run to save me?" I said
"I was gathering everyone" he said shrugging as he carried on looking at the road
"I spoke to Ben, I know the truth, so why did you run to save me?" I say as I tap his knee to get him to acknowledge me.
"Because ... because of Freddie, I didn't want something to happen to you, for his sake" he said looking down at the wheel "and for mine, I couldn't lose you, I couldn't see you hurt, I always want to protect you, I will always be there for you, forever and a day"
"But you could have got hurt?" I say as I lay my hand on my thigh.
"That's the price I would pay to have you safe" he says as he smiles at me, and I smile back.
He takes a hand off the steering wheel now and brings it down to his thigh first, then the gear stick and then over towards my leg, before resting it upon my hand and squeezing down. I turn my hand up to face his and he locks his fingers into mine and I squeeze his hand back.
When we arrive back at my home, his fingers still remain entwined with mine.
"Do you wanna come in for a drink?" I say as he smirks "Only a drink!" I reiterate laughing to myself.
"I'd love to" he says as we get out the car and head into the home.
We stay as quiet as possible aware Freddie and my mum are asleep upstairs, having stayed over to watch him, and make our way into the kitchen. I pull a couple of cans out of the fridge and sit them down on the island, opening mine and bringing it to my lips.
When I look at Mason again, he is just stood watching me, the glisten of his drink upon his lips as he smiles at me.
"Thank you for saving me, I don't think I said it yet but thanks" I say, running my hand over the marble island top.
"You don't need to thank me at all" he says as he steps closer to me.
"I do" I say as I step closer "But just a note, if it had been you in that situation, I wouldn't have hesitated either" I smile at him.
He then steps closer, wraps his hand around the back of my neck and kisses me lightly on my lips, then pulls away and goes back deeper. My hands wrap around his back and onto his face as his hand connects with my back too. His tongue pushes into my mouth, kissing and swirling with one another. He reaches his hands down and grips the back of my thighs and lifts me up and places me down onto the island.
I reach my hand into his hair, scratching the back of his neck the way he likes, his hands travel up my thighs as my hands reach for the buttons on his shirt. Frantically wanting one another, desperately needing to feel one another again.
At that point I hear the floorboards creak upstairs and a voice from the top of the stairs.
"Mama are you home?" says Freddie with a yawn.
We breakaway and Mason helps me down off the side and I walk to the stairway.
"Yes baby, I will be up in a minute, go back to bed okay" I say with a smile.
"Can you bring me some milk?" he says as he runs back to his room.
"Of course," I shout back.
I turn to Mason with an embarrassed flush upon my cheeks as Mason's face mirrors mine.
"I should go" he says with a shy smile.
I walk him to the door, and we pause, and he kisses my lips again.
As our lips separate, he rests his hand on my cheek before speaking "Let me take you on a date" he says.
"What?" I say with a laugh.
"A date, please let me take you out on a date, I've changed a lot in the last 2 years and seeing everything happen tonight its just made me think life's too short and I couldn't imagine you not being in it" he says as he kisses my lips again.
"Okay, message me with the details" I say as I kiss his back.
"Expect a message as soon as I get home" he says as he kisses my lips again "Give Freddie a kiss from me and I'll be over in the morning to take him to football"
"I will" I say as I kiss him again "See you in the morning"
"See you in the morning" he says as he heads out into the night, feeling my heart burst, reminding myself tonight why I will always love him.
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Here is an idea for Charli grant reader is Kyra older sister and Charli has a crush on her and Charli always trys to flirt with reader but always stutters eventually reader ask Charli out and they go on a date after the date kiss and Kyra wasent alright with it at first but ended up being alright with it in the end.
Cooney-Crush My Heart (Charli Grant x Cooney-Cross!Reader)
A/n: for the purpose of this story, reader and Katrina lived in London a year before KCC and Charli
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You always loved that football was something you shared with your sister. Both of you were now playing professionally in London. She’d just signed for Arsenal, while you’d been playing for Chelsea for a year. As well as that, you both played for the Australian national team. While the Australian cohort in London was constantly growing, somehow you ended up best friends with the England defender, Niamh Charles. She was your best mate, and you’d decided to move out of your rent-a-mum, Katrina’s, house and in with Niamh, after living with Mini for the entirety of last season.
“One of my children is fleeing the nest then?” Katrina teased when you told her the news. You could only laugh with a nod.
“Lucky, there will be room for Charli and Kyra now” she smiled.
“Charli is moving to England?” You asked, rather quickly.
“Her transfer to spurs just went through” Katrina informed you.
You were the oldest of Katrina’s adopted kids. The one she trusted to have serious conversations with. The one she trusted with Harper the most. Her mum instincts were unmatched, and that’s how she knew the minute you and Charli were introduced that you were both liked each other. You were quiet, so she never thought to bring it up with you and make you awkward.
“Harps come say goodbye” Katrina shouted. The little toddler came running towards you, immediately demanding to be picked up.
“I’ll see you soon kiddo” you pressed a kiss to her cheek and let her down as she ran off giggling “Thanks for everything” you said as you hugged Katrina.
“I still expect babysitting duties to be upheld” Katrina smirked as you laughed.
“Anytime you need me” you smiled.
It was your actual mum that made you collect Kyra from the airport. But she just failed to mention that a certain blonde would be with her and also needed a lift.
“You didn’t tell me your sister was coming” Charli punched Kyra as she caught you standing on your phone at the arrivals gate.
“My sister is here?” Kyra giggled, rubbing her arm from where Charli had just hit and looking around to try and spot you. “Y/n” Kyra shouted when she found you standing against a wall scrolling on your phone. You looked up with a smile, a smile which quickly turned to a look of anxiety when you noticed Charli beside her.
“Shit” you mumbled as you somehow managed to lift your hand up to wave to them. Kyra practically jumped into your arms, making you laugh before placing her back to the ground.
“Hi” Charli smiled.
“Hey” you smiled back, opening your arms for her to fall into, which she did. “I’ll take them” you said, pulling her suitcases, and only her suitcases, towards the exit.
“Thanks y/n, don’t worry about me” Kyra shouted as you laughed.
“You’re both staying with Mini then?” You asked and Kyra nodded.
“Don’t tell me we’re sharing a room” Kyra teased.
“God no” you laughed. “I moved in with Niamh” you smiled as you slipped the bags into the car.
“Oh, your girlfriend” Kyra teased while Charli’s smile quickly dropped off her face.
“Kyra how many times? She’s not my girlfriend” you rolled your eyes before finding Charli’s through the mirror. “Niamh is just a mate” you nodded before pulling your eyes towards the road. You pulled up outside Katrina’s house, helping the two, well Charli, carry her bags in. You hadn’t seen Katrina or Harper in a few days so you went in to say hello.
“My kids” Katrina smiled as the three of you walked through the door. “Harper look who’s here” she shouted as the toddler came running. She ran by Kyra, and then Charli before jumping into your arms.
“Hello monkey” you laughed putting her on your shoulders. “Kyra and Charli are here too” you squeezed her legs as she waved to both of them. Charli looked at you in awe with how you interacted with the toddler.
“Where’s mummy?” Katrina asked the toddler who pointed towards the kitchen that Clara was in cooking dinner.
“Go tell mummy that we’re here” you told the toddler as you placed her carefully down on the ground and she ran off towards the kitchen.
“Are you staying for dinner then?” Katrina asked as you checked your watch.
“Uh” you hesitated.
“Stay?” Charli asked as your head shot up.
“Yeah, uh, yeah I have time” you nodded. “You can take my old room. It’s bigger than the other one” you smiled at the blonde as you took her bags upstairs.
“Again, thank you y/n” Kyra shouted, running after you with her own bags in hand.
“Stay?” Katrina teased in Charli’s tone of voice.
“Shut up” Charli groaned.
“That is no way to speak to your mother” Katrina smirked. “If you wanted, I could talk to Kyra about” she began.
“No, no. There is nothing to talk about” Charli shook her head.
“What? No! I want that room” Kyra shouted.
“Piss off” you shouted back.
“Go help your other mum, I will sort this out” Katrina pushed Charli towards Clara in the kitchen as she went up to break up you and Kyra fighting. You had her in a headlock when Katrina got to the top of the stairs.
“Let me go” Kyra demanded as you laughed.
“Little baby Kyra gets the little baby room” you teased.
“Y/n, enough” Katrina huffed as you instantly let go. She wasn’t your real mum of course, but boy was she just as scary. “You, go downstairs” Katrina pointed at the staircase and looked on as you quickly jogged down. “You, put your stuff into that room and be down for dinner in the next five minutes” Katrina frowned as Kyra stumbled into the smaller bedroom with her bags.
“I didn’t even know you were moving to London” you whispered to the younger girl, as you both were setting the table. Clara had gone to get Harper changed.
“It was a spur of the moment” Charli giggled to herself.
“God, I can see why you and my sister are friends” you chuckled.
“London just seems so big” she gulped as you nodded.
“I definitely thought the same, but you get used to it” you shrugged.
“Maybe you could show me around?” Charli hinted.
“Yeah, absolutely, sure” you agreed, in three different ways. Charli wasn’t too sure how to react. She hadn’t expected you to say yes.
“Oh, um, great” she nodded. The rest of the family piled in as you plated up the food. You’d headed home straight after, back to you and Niamh’s place.
“That you?” Niamh shouted.
“If you is me, then yes” you called back making the girl laugh.
“You have dinner yet?” She asked.
“Yeah, I ate at Katrina’s” you nodded.
“Aw, mummy made you dinner?” She teased as you punched her in the arm. “How’s your sister?” She asked.
“Annoying as ever” you shrugged with a laugh. “Actually, Charli is here too” you mumbled as Niamh’s eyebrows shot up.
“As in Grant? As in your sister’s best friend that you are in love with?” She smirked.
“Shut up” you groaned.
“Sorry, I meant your sisters best friend that you are secretly in love with” she whispered in a more sarcastic tone.
“I’m never drinking around you ever again” you laughed. It was a drunken night when you’d won the league that you told Niamh you liked Charli. You thought she’d be too drunk to remember, but she’d brought it up just about every day since.
“Are you ever going to tell her?” She asked.
“No way” you shook your head. “Kyra would flip and anyway, it’s just a stupid little crush. She doesn’t like me that way” you shrugged. You’d just sat down on the couch with a mug of tea, and Niamh with food, starting to watch an episode of the show you and Niamh were watching together when your phone beeped.
Charli
Hiii
Want to take me sighting seeing tomorrow?
Y/n
Heyyy
No
Charli
Stop being annoying
Y/n
The first sight you can see is my house
Charli
Fine
See you at 8am 😏
Y/n
Do not come to my house at 8am Charlotte Grant
Hello
Charli
I’m serious
That is still night time
Fine I’ll see you at 8am
You’d never been one for mornings. Early morning starts last season consisted of Katrina physically pulling you out of bed. But now, Niamh had taken over that job. But you got yourself up and Niamh thought she was seeing things when you arrived into the kitchen at 7:30am.
“Am I dead?” She asked.
“I’m going out” you informed her.
“I just can’t believe you got yourself out of bed” Niamh laughed. “Are you meeting someone?” She asked.
“Yeah, Charli” you replied as she smirked and began to say something. “Don’t start, it’s too early” you huffed as she remained quiet. Niamh was the one that answered the door when it knocked, an equally nicely dressed Charli on the other side.
“Hey, you must be Charli” Niamh smiled.
“Yeah, it’s Niamh right?” Charli said as she nodded.
“Y/n is just in the living room, think she fell back asleep” Niamh laughed. “Be my guest at waking her up. It’s a daily struggle” Charli walked into the living room, where she found you asleep sitting up on the sofa.
“Y/n” she hummed softly while gently rocking you.
“Mmm?” You mumbled.
“You still okay to come out?” She asked and you nodded and opened your eyes.
“Next time we go out we’re doing it at night time” you groaned as the blonde giggled.
“Would you rather spend the day in?” She asked. You debated it for a minute, but you’d actually planned to take her to some nice places, so you shook your head.
“Nah, we’ve got things to see” you smiled, rubbing your eyes and standing up. You took her to all the tourist attractions that didn’t cost a bomb. You also took her on the tube, and explained the different lines and how they worked. You actually had a really nice day.
“Any suggestions for food? I am starving” she mentioned as you walked back towards the station.
“Why don’t you come back to mine? I think Niamh’s made dinner” you suggested.
“Would she mind?” Charli asked.
“She usually cooks big portions” you laughed. You both ate a lot of food, so you usually both cooked to serve 6-7 people. You brought the girl back to your house, where Niamh had cooked and was more than happy to whip out another bowl for Charli.
“You want to stay and watch something? I can drop you back later?” You asked as Charli smiled and nodded. “I can go get you spare clothes, just so you’ll be a bit more comfortable” you said, putting your food to the side and jogging upstairs.
“So, how are you finding London?” Niamh asked, digging into her food.
“Yeah, it’s definitely bigger than I imagined” she laughed.
“Yeah it is” Niamh nodded. “It’ll get easier” she reassured her. “Especially when you’ve got a personal bodyguard” she laughed.h
“Hello?” You answered the phone coming down the stairs with spare clothes in hand.
“Y/n Cooney Cross, where is Charli?” Katrina snapped down the phone.
“In my house?” You frowned. “Is everything alright?” You asked.
“She was meant to be home over an hour ago” she huffed.
“Sorry that’s my bad” you lied. “I will drop her home in about an hour, we’re just having dinner”
“Okay” Katrina sighed in relief that her other child was safe. “Also, while I have you, can you mind Harper tomorrow for a few hours?” She asked.
“Yeah of course” you smiled. “Everything alright?”
“Clara just has an appointment in the morning” she sounded stressed. Expanding a family was stressful.
“Well, I’ll see you in the morning” you nodded.
“Great, I’ll bring Harper over to you at about 8”
Fantastic.
You got back into the living room with clothes, as both girls fell silent.
“Here” you said handing her the clothes as she took them from you and headed to get changed.
“I hope you don’t mind, I have to look after Harper in the morning” you told Niamh.
“It’s no issue” she smiled. She knew you idolised Katrina and you loved Harper. “But I will throw that child on you tomorrow if you are not awake when they get here” Niamh laughed.
“Your clothes are too big” Charli laughed as she came back in with your clothes looking baggy. KCC was small but y/iCC was big.
“Niamh might have something better” you stood up but Charli grabbed your hand and squeezed it.
“It’s fine” she smiled, as you sat back down beside her. “I would much rather be in your clothes” she whispered. You grinned to yourself and hit play again and the three of you watched on.
“I’m gonna hit the hay” Niamh yawned as the show ended.
“It’s 9pm?” You laughed.
“Which is why it doesn’t bother me when I need to get up before 8am” Niamh smirked. “Make sure to clean up before you go to bed”
“Alright mum” you teased as Niamh headed off to bed. “Wanna go home?” You asked the girl sitting next to you.
“Can I stay for another while?” She asked and you nodded with a smile. You changed what was on the TV to a movie. Your issue with sleeping wasn’t limited to being difficult to wake up, you also fell asleep extremely quickly. Charli had also drifted off, letting her head fall ontop of yours that had already fallen onto her shoulder.
“Actually” Niamh said as she re-entered the room, but stopped herself when she noticed you were both asleep. She got a blanket and put it over the two of you and sent Katrina off a message to let her know that you’d both fallen asleep and it was fine for Charli to stay. Katrina and Niamh kept in touch, like two mums co-parenting a child. You being the child in the scenario.
You woke the next morning to Charli asleep beside you and your arm wrapped around her. She was also dressed in your clothes and looked cute, tucked up against you.
“Cha cha” you mumbled.
“Only Harper calls me that” she laughed.
“Yeah, well Harps is going to be here in soon” you shrugged.
“Oh, Harper is already here” Niamh came in with the toddler who demanded to be lifted up onto the couch that you and Charli had made into a make shift bed.
“Hey Harps” you smiled picking her up and plonking her in between you two. “Where’s mummy?” You asked.
“Mummy is gone. Mummy is angry with y/n for being asleep, isn’t she Harper?” Niamh smirked as the toddler nodded. “She said she’d be back around 2” Niamh nodded as she shuffled off to make breakfast.
“Movie day or London day?” You asked the toddler.
“London day” she shouted back.
“Okay, give me 5 minutes” you smiled as you picked her up and spun her around like an airplane. You dropped her beside Charli as you got up to get changed.
“What’s a London day?” Charli asked.
“We go out and do something” you shrugged, leaving the room before wincing. “Would you want to come?” You asked, sauntering back into the room and seeing the girl smile. “Is that okay Harper? If Charli comes too?” You asked the already nodding toddler.
Charli got changed into her outfit from yesterday again. You grabbed a few slices of toast and gave Charli your car keys.
“No, I want train” Harper said shaking her head and stomping her feet.
“Okay, okay, no car” you replied pointing to the rack where you usually left them for Charli to put them up.
The three of you headed out, and Charli could have melted with how good you were with Harper. The little toddler practically spent the day on your shoulders, or holding your hand. You’d do anything that child asked you to do, and that is why Katrina trusted you with her. You’d let Katrina know that you’d meet her back at her own house, to save her coming to yours.
“Come on, let’s get your mummies something before we go home” you smiled, tugging the little girls’ legs who sat on your shoulders.
“This” Harper shouted, pointing at a bouquet of flowers. You made eyes with the florist. She was an attractive blonde, and definitely your type.
“Could I grab these, please?” You asked as she smiled at you.
“Of course, I’ll get them wrapped up for you” she picked them up and took them to the desk. “Is she yours?” She asked, eyes falling to Harper who was holding your hand.
“No, my little sister” you chuckled.
“She’s so cute” she giggled, “Are these for someone special?” She asked.
“Mummies” Harper shouted making grabby hands for the bouquet, making you and the girl laugh. Charli watched on as the florist clearly was flirting with you, but you seemed oblivious. You paid for the flowers and headed out of the shop. With Harper back on your shoulders, you needed to hang on to her, so you handed Charli the bouquet of flowers. You liked how natural it felt handing her them. You noticed how happy she looked being handed them, even though they weren’t for her.
“You know she was flirting with you?” Charli laughed, but inside she was not laughing.
“Oh, uh, I don’t think so” you shook your head. You didn’t really care to look at other girls, it had always been Charli, ever since you first met.
“You’re oblivious” she rolled her eyes.
“I just don’t care” you shrugged.
“Why? Do you have a girlfriend?” She asked.
“No” you shook your head.
“Good” she replied quietly. You were silent on the journey home. You got back to Katrina’s house, stopping in quickly to say hello and to make sure Harper didn’t destroy the flowers before they got to Katrina. “Thank you, for last night and today” Charli smiled.
“It’s no stress” you reciprocated her smile.
You walked towards the door as Charli’s heart dropped. Maybe you were just oblivious when people tried to flirt with you.
“Charli?” you said when you got to the door.
“Yeah?” She replied.
“Are you doing anything tomorrow?” You asked.
“Um, no. Why do you ask?” She blushed.
“Would you maybe” every ounce of confidence you had gained was gone now, but when you caught her eye it all came rushing back. “Would you maybe want to go out with me?” You stuttered.
“Like, on a date?” She asked and you nodded. “Yeah, I would love that” she smiled.
“Cool, I’ll pick you up then at 7?”
“7am, right?” She teased. You playfully rolled your eyes and left the house then, practically running home to go to sleep so it would be tomorrow.
“Did I hear that correctly?” Katrina smirked.
“Hear what?” Kyra asked, coming through the door.
“Y/n just asked Charli” Katrina began.
“If I would rather Chelsea or Arsenal” Charli blurted out to interrupt Katrina.
“And what did you say? You better have said Arsenal because there is no Australians on the Chelsea team” Kyra protested.
Everyone looked at Kyra with their mouths open and frowning.
“Like at Arsenal you’ve got me, Steph, Caitlin. Who even plays for Chelsea?” Kyra pondered.
“Y/n/n” Harper shouted.
“Sam” Katrina added.
“A bunch of nobodies that’s who” Kyra protested, storming upstairs.
“I don’t want to tell her” Charli whispered.
“As long as you both understand how much more complicated it gets if you don’t” Katrina said as Charli nodded. “Thank god you’re not my real kids” she chuckled leaving the room.
“If they were ours then two of them going on a date would be pretty awkward” Clara laughed.
You practically busted through your front door, bypassing the living room where Niamh was and going straight to the kitchen.
You opened the fridge and grabbed some leftovers of Niamh’s cooking before joining her in the living room.
“You’re late” she frowned.
“Sorry I missed curfew again mum, please don’t ground me” you teased.
“Oi, that’s mine” she shouted at the bowl in your hands.
“What’s mine is yours, and what’s yours is mine Niamhy” you smirked, taking a forkful of food into your mouth as she groaned.
“Wanna do something tomorrow then?” She asked.
“I’m free in the morning” you shrugged.
“As if you’re going to get up in the morning” she laughed. “Are you minding Harper or something later on?” She asked.
“Uh, no” you shook your head. “I have a date”
“A date? Does this mean you’re finally getting over your little sister’s best friend then?” Niamh laughed, picking up the remote to change over to the show you had been watching together. But when you didn’t respond, she knew by the look on your face who the date was with.
“Your date is your little sisters best friend” she sighed as you hummed. “Shit man, did you tell Kyra?” She asked.
“No, fuck no” you shook your head frantically. “She would ruin it”
“It’s your funeral” Niamh shrugged. “On the other side of things though, I am happy for you. I know you like her and she clearly likes you” Niamh smiled.
“Yeah, yeah just put your stupid show on” you laughed.
“It’s our show” Niamh protested before flicking it on. Like usual, you were asleep in seconds.
“Which friend?” Kyra asked as Charli got ready for your date. “A friend or a special friend?” She teased, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Why does it matter?” Charli groaned.
“So it’s a special friend then” Kyra smirked.
“It’s just a dinner” Charli hummed.
“Well, I wanna meet them. Do I know them? Is it a guy? A girl? Do they play football? What club do they” Kyra began firing out questions.
“Kyra enough, please” Charli sighed. “It’s a nothing with a nobody”
“Alright, if you say so” Kyra grinned, clearly up to something. “But if he, she or they don’t have you back by 11pm they’ll have to answer to mum” she skipped into her room and got ready herself. She was heading out with her Arsenal team mates tonight.
Kyra had thankfully gone out when you arrived to collect Charli. You still had a key but you decided to knock.
“Did you lose your key?” Clara asked with a grin as she opened the door.
“I just thought it would be more respectful to knock?” You were clearly anxious, but Clara knew exactly how to ease you down.
“Harper, guess who’s here” she shouted as the toddler came flying towards you out of nowhere.
“Y/n/n” she squealed as you picked her up.
“Harps” you chuckled.
“That’s for you kid” Katrina smiled at Charli who was applying some make-up in the mirror.
“Jesus, I am so nervous, my hands are sweating. Do you think it’s normal how sweaty my hands are?” She held them out as Katrina grabbed them.
“Hey, listen to me. It’s okay to be nervous. I know she is too. But you both really like each other” Katrina reassured the now nodding girl. “After you” she gestured towards the door.
You stood with Harper in your arms as you looked up to the shuffling noises from the top of the stairs. You couldn’t think straight when you saw how good she looked.
“Holy fu-” you began but Clara nudged you into the arm. Hard enough to stop the next word leaving your mouth, but not too hard that you would drop Harper. You placed the toddler on the ground, before fixing your jacket.
“Hi” Charli smiled.
“Hey” you grinned. “Ready?” You asked as she nodded. She headed outside, as Katrina pulled you back.
“Good luck” she smiled, and gave you a quick hug. You waited for the door to close before you said what you’d been thinking.
“You look really nice” you smiled.
“Thank you” she beamed. “As do you” she added with a giggle.
You took Charli to a fancy restaurant in central London and invited her back to your place afterwards, which she accepted. It was late when you’d gotten back to your house as you’d stayed after dinner to have a few drinks. Niamh was already in bed when you’d got home. You hadn’t been on your phone at all tonight as you were too caught up having a nice time with Charli. You’d missed Niamh’s message letting you know that Kyra was staying with you tonight because she forgot her key to Katrina’s, but had her one for your house. You’d went to get Charli spare clothes again, as she settled on the couch waiting for you to come back. She was finding something for both of you to watch. You came back with clothes and she headed to your bedroom to quickly get changed, while you grabbed some snacks from the kitchen.
“These are so baggy” Charli giggled as she came in dressed in your clothes.
“You decide on a film?” You asked as she nodded and pulled you by the hand onto the couch. “Just keep it low, Niamh’s in bed” you said before she pressed play. The movie played lowly in the background, but it was merely background noise. Even after talking all through dinner and drinks, you just wanted to keep talking to her.
“I meant to ask, did you like the place that we went to?” You asked as Charli smiled.
“Yeah, the food was really good. Thank you a lot for paying too, you didn’t need to do that” She was tracing her fingers along your hand.
“Don’t be silly” you shook your head. “I asked you out, didn’t I?”
“I didn’t think you liked me, like that” Charli mumbled.
“I’ve liked you for a really long time, Charli” you stuttered out.
It didn’t take long for the confidence to pick up and you leaned in to kiss her. She kissed you back, instantly. It got fairly intense, pretty quickly. Mainly due to the fact you’d both been hung up on each other for years. She swung a leg over yours and placed her hands to the back of your neck, while yours hell to her thighs. Your hands had just started to tug up the T-shirt she was wearing.
“The fuck is this” Kyra demanded as you instantly broke apart. You were a bit shell shocked why your sister was here as you hadn’t seen Niamh’s message.
“Ky” you began, placing Charli beside you and standing up.
“She’s my best friend” she shouted. You desperately tried to calm her down while also trying not to wake Niamh.
Caitlin and Steph came through the door to make sure Kyra got in okay, only to walk into what was unfolding.
“You’re both fucking dickheads. You’re meant to be my best friend and you’re meant to be my sister” Niamh was up now too, jogging downstairs.
“Kyra come on” Caitlin frowned as she shoved the girl outside your house, taking her to stay with her and Katie.
“Are you two okay?” Niamh asked as you sunk into the couch beside Charli.
“If it’s any consolation, honestly loving this” Steph smiled pointing to you two.
“Steph take me home” Charli said as she got up.
“Wait, Charli” you pouted trying to reach out for her. But she was gone, Steph following off behind her after rubbing your shoulder and closing your front door.
“Shit man” Niamh grumbled as she brought you in for a hug. You didn’t really know what to do or what to say. You just stood rooted to the spot. She eventually got you settled on the couch as she headed into the kitchen to make tea. You were sat in the exact same position, hunkered up and staring at the wall when Niamh got back. “Here, mate” Niamh said, handing you a mug of tea.
“Thanks” you mumbled taking it from her hands.
“It’ll all work out, you know?” Niamh smiled sympathetically and placed a hand on your shoulder. You just nodded unconvincingly as the two of you sat in silence and stared straight ahead.
“Can you just put something on tv?” You grumbled as Niamh nodded and hit the tv on. She usually sat on the armchair, beside the couch, but sat beside you on the couch and put her head on your shoulder. That’s how the two of you drifted off to sleep. Niamh was a good mate.
Caitlin had dropped Kyra back to her house the next morning, while Charli had ended up staying with Steph, and was still there.
“Morning sunshine” An oblivious Katrina smiled as Kyra pushed by her and went straight upstairs. “Caitlin?” Katrina frowned as to why her fellow Aussie teammate was stood in front of her.
“Morning” she groaned.
“Start talking” Katrina snapped. Caitlin explained everything very quietly so that Kyra couldn’t hear them talking. Katrina knew she had her work cut out for her. She thanked Caitlin for looking after Kyra and getting her home safely before she headed up to Kyra’s room and knocked.
“You okay?” Katrina asked the young girl hunkered up on her bed.
“Did you know?” She asked. “About y/n and Charli” she added to clarify what she meant, although Katrina knew what she meant.
“I knew they were going on a date” she nodded.
“Why would you not tell me?” Kyra groaned.
“It’s not my place and they asked me not to. They were both scared to upset you”
“How could they do this? Charli is meant to be my best friend and y/n is my sister” Kyra huffed.
“Have you spoken to either of them?” Katrina asked as Kyra shook her head. “They really do like each other, I think you should talk to them”
“And what? Give them my blessing? I don’t think so” Kyra shook her head.
“Stop acting like a child” Katrina warned.
“What if they break up? I’ll lose my best friend or my sister. Or what if they both don’t talk to me?” Kyra pouted.
“But what if it works?” Katrina argued. She could tell that sent Kyra into a spiral so decided to leave her with her thoughts. “Come and get tea when you’ve settled” Katrina said before slipping out of the room and down the stairs.
Niamh had convinced you to go and speak to Katrina, as she knew Katrina would be able to help process your thoughts a bit better. So, when you got to Katrina’s, it was just unfortunate the first person you met was a mopey Kyra coming downstairs.
“What do you want? Your girlfriend isn’t here” Kyra huffed.
“I just came by to” you began before she cut you off.
“I don’t want to hear your stupid fucking apology” she shouted, a bit too loudly for a certain toddlers ears.
“Oi” Katrina shouted. “Both of you give over”
Kyra stomped back upstairs before stopping and turning to look down at you.
“I’m never going to be okay with it” she slammed her bedroom door and never came back out.
“You okay?” Katrina asked as you nodded.
“I’m sorry for shouting with Harper here” you mumbled.
“It wasn’t you” Katrina pouted at how visibly upset you looked and tried to reach for your arm.
“I need to uh, get home” you shook your head and pulled away from her.
“Y/n/n” Harper shouted as your fingertips gripped the door handle. “Movie day, movie day” she demanded.
“Not today Harper” Katrina cooed picking her up and the toddler pouted.
“Do you want to do movie day with me and Niamh?” You asked as the little girl nodded frantically. “Is that okay with mum?” You turned to Katrina.
“Only if you promise to cheer y/n up” Katrina smiled. You took Harper back with you to have a movie day in your house, which Niamh was more than happy to take part in. It also got Harper out of the house so when a certain blonde got home, no child had to be a witness to the screaming match that was bound to take place.
Charli got home shortly after you’d left, with a concerned Steph following her in to talk to Katrina. Charli immediately ran upstairs to her bedroom.
“Mini, I wish I could describe the look on y/n’s face when Charli left” Steph sighed.
“I don’t know what to do with them all” Katrina shrugged.
“I’m glad they’re your kids and not mine” Steph chuckled. “Speaking of your kids, where is your actual one?”
“She’s over with y/n and Niamh. I’m going to leave them two to work it out without little ears around” Katrina informed her.
Not too long after Steph had left, Katrina and Clara also headed out, to give Charli and Kyra space. Charli had just sat in her room all day watching reruns of shit tv when she was eventually disturbed by a knock on the door.
“Hey, uh, can we talk?” Kyra grumbled. Charli nodded and sat up on the bed as Kyra sat on the bottom. “Are you and my sister like”
“It’s nothing” Charli shook her head.
“I didn’t walk in on nothing” Kyra frowned.
“It was one date and one kiss. It meant nothing. It won’t happen again” Charli was of course lying about it meaning nothing, but was trying to make peace. “So we’re fine, right?” Charli pouted.
“Yeah, it’s cool” Kyra nodded. “So are you two like friends still?” She asked.
“We’ve always just been nothing, she’s just your sister” Charli shrugged.
You on the other hand, found it better to just avoid the two of them. You’d stopped coming by the house and just ignored Kyra’s calls or texts. You decided not to go back to Australia for Christmas, instead spending it with Niamh’s family after a lot of pestering that you couldn’t be alone. You’d almost become a different person. You’d barely looked in Kyra’s direction when you’d played her a few weeks ago in the league. But clearly your real mum had given her some kind of a pep talk to come back and try to fix things with you. So, she did it in the only way she knew would make you agree to spend time with her.
“London day” Harper squeaked as she jumped on your bed while you were still asleep.
“Harps” you groaned, picking up your phone to check the time.
“She wanted a London day with her big sister” Kyra chuckled and startled you a bit.
“What are you doing here?” You frowned.
“London day” Harper demanded as you and your sister laughed. You got changed quickly, lifting Harper up on your shoulders where she happily sat for the whole day. On the way back, you stopped into the same florist you had the day with Charli.
“Oh, look who’s back” the florist smirked as you came through the door.
“Harper say hello” you smiled squeezing her legs. The toddler gave a quick wave before giving you a tug to let you know she wanted to be down. She walked around with Kyra to pick some flowers.
“You’re so cute with her” the girl mentioned with a flirty tone.
“Oh, uh, thanks?” You laughed nervously.
“These flowers aren’t for someone special this time, are they?” She hinted as you shook your head. “Would it be weird if I asked you for your number?”
“You want my number?” You said in disbelief.
“Is that okay?” She asked.
“Uh, yeah” you nodded, taking her phone to put your number in. You had to move on eventually, right?
“I’ll call you” she smiled, putting her phone back in her pocket. She took the flowers from Harper and you paid for them, like usual.
“Did you get her number?” Kyra asked when you got outside.
“She asked for mine” you shrugged.
“And what? You just gave it to her? What about Charli?”
“What about Charli?” You frowned. “You said you wouldn’t be okay with it, and we haven’t spoke since”
“But you still like her?” Kyra asked.
“Feelings don’t just go away over night” you shrugged.
“It’s been four months” Kyra pointed out.
“Well I’ve really liked her for years so sorry for still feeling”
“Years?”
“It doesn’t matter Kyra” you huffed.
“No but it does” she said softly.
“When I heard she was moving to London, I really thought it might happen” you sighed. “But it doesn’t matter, I don’t want you upset or”
“Years, huh?” She asked and you nodded. “Harper, we got the wrong flowers” Kyra playfully pouted. “These aren’t mummies favourites, whose are they?” Kyra smirked.
“Cha cha” Harper giggled.
“Let’s go back” Kyra said, taking Harper from you and handing you the flowers. “Go tell her” Kyra smiled.
You stood puzzled before she shoved the flowers harder against your chest.
“You’re sure?” You asked as Kyra nodded with a smile, turning off with Harper on her shoulders now.
You took off on a run towards Katrina’s, hoping that Charli would be home. And strangely, she was the only one home. She was startled by how whoever was here had just burst through the front door and got up to check who it was.
“Y/n?”
“Hey” you mumbled.
“Katrina isn’t here” she replied instead of greeting you.
“I came to see you, actually” you practically whispered. She didn’t answer so you just continued. “Listen, Charli I really like you and I have liked you since the day we first met. I get this is awkward with Kyra and everything, but I want us to be something, even if that’s just friends” you stuttered out.
She hadn’t said anything, and like the idiot you were, you were gearing up to say something else, which she seemed to sense because just as you opened your mouth to speak again, she stepped forward to put her lips on yours. You both melted into the kiss. This one a lot more gentle than the previous one you’d shared.
“So you want to be friends then?” You smirked.
“Oh, so badly” she teased, kissing you again. “But what do we say to Kyra?” She winced.
“She’s surprisingly now on board” you shrugged. “Oh, these are for you” you smiled, handing her the flowers that had firmly stayed in your hand since you got here.
“Just to be clear, we are more than friends now, right?” She asked as you nodded and kissed her again.”
“Jesus, not infront of the baby” Kyra shouted, covering Harper’s eyes as they came through the front door.
“Come on Harps, let’s go start dinner” you smiled, as the toddler came running after you towards the kitchen.
“That didn’t take long” Kyra laughed as Charli rolled her eyes playfully. “Come on, let’s help your little girlfriend make dinner then” she smirked as they headed towards the kitchen.
Funny enough, Kyra never had to worry about you and Charli breaking up.
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write the niamh **** i dare you!!!!!!! never knew i was this down bad for her until she came out in the captains armband and i was like…there’s something about this, she is confident and she is hot and respectfully i shouldn’t say any more
Back To You
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Niamh Charles x Aussie! Reader
Warnings: Smut 18+, massive praise kink, degradation, vibrator, thigh-riding, edging, breeding kink, angst, a bit of Man U hate, semi-public themes, coarse language.
A/N — the demand for Niamhy is finally here…. I honestly don't know what came over me. Bit long, hope you enjoy!
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Time after time, you had watched your girlfriend get angry on the pitch.
You had seen her push and shove, swear and tackle. Niamh wasn't an extremely violent person by any means. She could be kind, gentle, loving, and full of empathy, and in most cases, she was. She wasn't always an intolerance on the field, usually keeping the pace instead of arguing and slowing it down. She was determined, you were technical. All relationships aside, the two of you blended well on the field.
But, Niamh was many things that you weren't.
You had joined Chelsea after progressing through the United Academy. You were born in Manchester and grew up playing football. The move down to London was difficult, but you made your WSL debut in the Blues jersey, and have stayed loyal to them ever since. Unlike many of your teammates, you were very shy. You’d much rather carry the ball down the field than give a shot at goal. You liked weaving in between the midfield and opening up opportunities for your teammates rather than pursuing something for yourself. There was a joke among the Football community that you were allergic to the penalty area because you tried to avoid it at all costs.
You were on the younger side of the team as well, meaning you had less experience than some of your friends. The girls were always there to lift you up and support you, but you managed to stay under the radar, behind the inevitable spotlight.
“Ready for today, Y/L/N?” Sam asked, pulling you out of your daze as you laced your boots. The news of your skipper tearing her ACL was fresh in your mind, but her presence in the room still comforting before a game like this.
Millie was opposite you, patting your knee a few times as she chuckled. “Gonna show those reds a masterclass today, aren't ‘ya?”
You blushed at that, staring down at your boots to avoid the bashful compliments you were receiving. You didn't start often, being classed as a constant sub instead. Today, you were starting. It only made you more anxious that it was against your parent club, one that you used to stay loyal to. One that United fans still ridicule you for leaving. You were an anxious person anyway, but a sold-out stadium and a phone full of social media only fueled your apprehension more.
Your teammates knew of this stress you placed on yourself, and what others placed on you. They had told you thousands of times that Chelsea was lucky to have you, but you constantly lacked the confidence to agree with them. You wanted to prove to everyone that you were capable of exceeding expectations.
“Piss off, you two.” You heard a familiar voice snap. “Leave her alone.”
You looked up to find your girlfriend grabbing your hand, pulling you up so she could wrap her arms across your shoulders. You engulfed her usual scent and sighed in contentment, hugging her back with your arms around her waist, your head against her chest.
You heard Sam scoff, the two women giggling to each other like school girls.
“Captain Niamhy to the rescue.” Your usual skipper teased, poking your side. You yelped, and Niamh sent a glare towards Millie. Sam wobbled closer to the two of you, laughing at the blush that painted your cheeks.
“C’mon, Mils. Let's leave these two love birds by themselves.” She chuckled. “Niamhy wants to show off the armband.”
“I’ll take your crutches, Kerr.” Niamh retorted, ignoring the two women as they sauntered off, placing her attention back on you.
You had left her wandering hands, turned towards your cubby, searching your bag for a hair brush. The anticipation of the game was continuously creeping up on you, and Niamh noticed your apprehension from a mile away.
Your breath hitched when you felt your girlfriend’s hands grip your waist, her front pushing up against your arse. Her voice was softer, raspier. Your bent figure made her bend down so that her mouth was level with your ear.
“You're going make me so proud today, aren't you, Baby?”Her tone sent a shiver down your body, her hot breath fanning down your neck. “‘Gonna show everyone how good you are for me?”
You nodded, feeling your throat close at your flustered state. Your face flushed an embarrassing shade of crimson when Niamh pushed you further into your cubby, moving one of her hands down to the inside of your thigh.
“You’ve got to use your words, yeah?” She muttered, maneuvering your arse so it aligned with her front. “I want to hear you on the field today, okay? Even if I'm on the other side. Understood?”
“Yes.” You muttered.
Niamh tutted. “Yes…?”
You felt all your composure start to fizzle down to your core. “Yes, Niamh.”
“Good.”
You were about to groan before Niamh pulled you upright, tightening her grip on your waist once more before leaving a chaste kiss on your forehead. You threw your head back and sighed, trying desperately to compose yourself before anyone questioned you.
You followed the team out onto the pitch, not realising that Niamh’s little stunt was to take your mind off the game. You moved through shaking everyone’s hands with ease, taking your position without a second glance towards anyone.
The whistle blew, and you were off.
Chelsea were determined to prove themselves after the poor efforts of the West Ham game. People were doubting the Blues after Sam’s injury and the girls all wanted everyone to know that they were serious contestants.
You were never predictable in the midfield, despite never really moving in and out of the middle very often. You found yourself creating as many chances as possible, crossing the ball into United’s half to the best of your ability.
The constant booing from United and cheers from Chelsea were a healthy, even mix, heightening the odds of the game as it progressed. You made as many breaks as you could before you felt the air in your lungs deflate when your body hit the floor.
You were slightly winded from the tackle, needing a moment to gather yourself before making the effort to get back up. Katie Zelem was the one stalking away from you, holding in a smug grin when some of the Chelsea girls threw their hands up in contention — your girlfriend included.
You shook the exchange off, hoping Zelem thought you weren't fazed by the late challenge. The crowd spurred the game into a further frenzy, coercing both sides to exacerbate their emotions.
You strained your neck from side to side, picking up the ball that had rolled away and getting ready for your free kick. Fortunately, the penalty was within United’s half, so naturally, Chelsea banked up near the goal, waiting as you began to run. You watched as the ball was sent over the top of most of the players in the direction of Lauren near the goalpost. With a flick of her head, the girl sent the ball hurling past Mary Earps’ head, speeding over to you in celebration as the United fans were up in arms at the assist you just had.
The team surrounded the two of you, hugging each other before making the swift return back to your position. Millie and Guro made a show of patting your head. Lauren shook your shoulders while Erin jumped up and down. You searched the group for Niamh, but frowned when your girlfriend was on the other side of the field.
“What is she doing?” You asked to no one in particular, staring down Niamh as she spoke with the Ref and Zelem.
Erin shrugged, throwing an arm over your shoulder. “Who cares? All you need to worry about is doing more of what you just did.”
You chuckled at the Scottish woman, using your hand to propel her away playfully. Both sides took their positions, ready to start over. United started with the ball, passing back to their defensive line before weaving it forward.
You weren't too pleased with the style of aggression that both teams were playing with, wishing that you’d walk away with a clean win and sheet. You knew from playing with most of the Manchester girls that they were taught to fight back with twice as much wrath if they were placed into a compromised position like this. Millie Turner was marking you non-stop, and Maya metres away from you at all times. You struggled to keep the ball by your feet without someone coming up behind you and snaking away quicker than it arrived. You were growing more and more irritated as the game progressed, causing you to make stupid mistakes and overthink.
Hayley Ladds sent a shot through Hannah’s hands leading into halftime. Lucia Garcia was holding onto your shirt, yanking it back in an effort to stop you from defending. You watched the Manchester girls crowd each other like your team had done at the start of the game.
You had half a mind to stomp over to the group and pull them apart, but as you looked around, you realised the rest of your team wanted to do the same. The continuous physicality of the Reds was not something you were used to. Chelsea had been dominating the league for the most part — this was not something you were expecting.
The halftime whistle blew, calling the game to a temporary halt as both teams made their way to the changing rooms.
You marched over to Hannah, patting her on the back before retrieving the ball. The girls watched you run back to the middle of the field, placing the ball in its starting position and running back. You could hear the fans screaming as your studs hit the concrete floor, yet you kept your head down to drown out your internal disappointment.
On the rare occasion that you did start, you tried your absolute hardest to keep the ball rolling. You were determined to show people that you weren't just a sub, that you were a valuable asset to the team that deserved to be a part of the starting eleven each week. Back home, you played almost every game during the World Cup with the Matildas. When Steph wasn’t Captain, it was either you or Caitlin. When Sam came back, people found out why Chelsea was lucky to have the two of you. You grew up playing alongside your Aussie teammates, so it was no wonder you moulded so well with them.
You just couldn't understand why you couldn't apply yourself here.
You were about to walk into the Changing Rooms when you heard someone call you out from behind. You turned, finding Katie Zelem walking towards you.
“Can't handle a tackle, can you?” She quipped, watching you remove your shin pads from under your socks. “Even Charles thinks so.”
“You're real cocky for fourth on the table.” You retorted, crossing your arms over your chest. “See you in the second half.”
Zelem stepped forward, scoffing. “Thats if you're not subbed off.”
You shrugged, sliding behind the door and slamming it in response. You knew Katie was saying it in the heat of the moment, but it irked you all the same. Off the pitch, you would apologise and probably trade shirts or something. Now, all you were thinking about was staying on that pitch.
The break went by fast, and you hadn't talked to anyone except for Zelem during that short time.
Guro asked if you were alright, but you shook her off. Niamh had caught onto your mood and figured it best to let you internalise what you were feeling.
Walking back onto the pitch with this newfound persistence meant for a different game. You came on wanting this win more than anyone. Despite the contrary belief of fans, people on the internet, Zelem and anyone else, you wanted to prove this to yourself.
The whistle blew, and you sprinted across towards as an attacking mid. You held out your hand when Guro got hold of the ball, darting down the wing near the edge of the field. Soon enough, the ball fell to your feet. You were expecting the cross to be quick in your feat past Toone and Garcia, moving diligently through their backline for the first time that game.
It seemed that both teams were surprised at your spur of movement. No one was used to seeing you near the goals, now all of a sudden you were on your way to scoring one. You heard Lauren beside you in the penalty box, calling for a pass, but you felt your knees give out when unknown studs hit the back of your shin. The decision of a penalty sending everyone to their feet in either disarray or ecstasy. Everyone expected you to cry out in pain when the whistle blew for contact, but you sprawled back onto your feet in a heartbeat, shoving Katie’s shoulder with so much force it nearly sent her toppling backward.
“What's wrong?” Zelem asked, swiping her shirt in order to rid the mud that had tracked her jersey. “Why the grumpy face?”
“You’re an absolute ride-off, you know that?” You spoke, keeping your eyes focused on her.
“I'm not the one always falling—”
“Oh, fuck off, Zelem!” You snapped, loud enough for the Ref to hear, as you sent another potent push towards the United Captain. A yellow was shown to both of you, leaving Katie to storm off and you to contest the card as soon as it was given.
You were about to give the woman a mouthful when someone came up behind you, grabbing the fabric of your jersey and pulling it into their waist.
You looked up to find Niamh making sure you didn't gain a red, moving you away from the scene with a knot between her eyebrows.
“Did you see her knock her over?” Niamh asked the ref, who was shaking her head at you. “She's been on her the entire game. It's been contacted, late challenges the entire time.”
The ref gave your skipper a warning look, enough for both of you to step away. “You’ve been given the penalty.” She simply put it, motioning for the shot to be taken.
You managed to leave Niamh’s grasp, leaning your hands on your hips as you waited for Guro, who was standing not far from you, to take the shot.
“What are you waiting for?” She called out. “You take it.”
It wasn't much of a shock considering you were the signified penalty taker for your National Team, but Guro’s decision still surprised you nonetheless. You found Niamh beside you still, looking at you up and down with a concealed smirk. You were undoubtedly dirty from the amount of time you spent on the floor, your hair slightly chaotic with strands falling from your face. Your cheeks were tinged a stingy red from the demand of the game, and beads of sweat framed your face.
Your appearance reminded Niamh too much of something else, causing her mind to reel at the thoughts of you lying beneath her. There was someone about you today that sent her into a frenzy. Between the two of you, it was usually Niamh who got herself in trouble with the Refs. You weren't ever the one to contest a card — even when you only had a handful — and instead you’d be the one pulling Niamh away from doing just that.
The reversed roles spurred something within the Captain as she watched her girlfriend line herself up to take the Penalty. You were searching the box for somewhere to slot it into, knowing Earps was ready to defend like her life depended on it.
The stadium went into an eerie silence as you heard the whistle mark your turn. You felt the wind propel you forward, using all your might to kick the ball as hard as you could. Watching anxiously, teething in slow motion, you felt your legs carry you across the pitch, cheering when the ball crashed against the back of the net.
Teammates were on your back instantly, hurling you to the floor, screaming amongst the fans. They shook you, congratulating you, the feeling like you had just scored your first-ever goal resurfacing. You clambered up to face the crowd, smiling as a wave of blue rose to their feet.
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The game ended with Chelsea fans swarming the tunnel, fans reaching their hands down so they’d meet yours. The short circuit around the pitch was full of euphoria. Everyone was reeling at the game, and compliments were showering at the sight of your Player Of the Match award.
“Yeah, the Aussie!” Sam shouted, meeting you in the Changing Rooms with a bone-crushing hug. You laughed at the woman’s energy, letting her sway you back and forth before lifting the trophy up into the air.
Following Sam’s mischief, Millie’s arms snaked around your waist, lifting you up on the spot. “Look at you go, Missy! Making us proud today, aren't ‘ya?”
“Wasn't all me.” You mumbled, cheeks fragmented with a prominent blush as your teammates scoffed and ridiculed your modesty from around the room. To say they were proud was an understatement. Half of them had already posted for social media, Sam letting everyone know that you were a Matilda with a of you with your national flag wrapped across your shoulders and the Player of The Match Trophy, with the caption ‘a smashing Tillie’ on her story.
“I remember your first goal for Australia,” Sam said, pretending to wipe tears from her eyes. You huffed, shoving her slightly.
“That was years ago, Kerr.”
Sam sighed, shaking her head. “I remember it like it was yesterday.”
Your shower was a nice treat for your teething muscles, your sweats and Niamh’s jumper keeping you warm as you packed your bag and waited for Niamh to finish her media duties.
Once you saw her leaving one of the reporter’s sides, you noticed the dark tinge behind her eyes when she met yours. The smirk that aligned her face on the pitch carried itself to now, making its way across her face as she trampled over to where you stood.
Wrapping her arms around your shoulders, shovelling your head into her chest, she groaned, breathing in the scent of your freshly washed as dried hair.
“Ready to go?” you asked, hoping your girlfriend was just as eager to get back to your shared apartment as you were.
“You did so well today, baby.”
You watched Niamh break away from your shared contact, looking at her jumper hugging the curves of your figure, making it known that she’d much rather see you without it instead.
“Want to show you how proud I am.”
She threaded her fingers across the hem of your jumper, tucking her hand underneath the waistband of your trackpants, and toying with the elastic. Your breath hitched at the cold that pricked your skin, hoping Niamh was too preoccupied with her antics to notice the ache between your thighs.
“Niamhy.” You whispered, looking down at the pavement, waiting for your girlfriend to unhook her lingering hands.
“What do you want me to do, Baby? Want me to show everyone here how good you are?”
“Niamh, I—”
“Good girls get rewards, y’know?” Niamh pulled you closer, her hand moving out of your pants and over your arse, giving it a small squeeze before using her arms to lead you towards the car. “Bet you’d enjoy me fucking you for everyone to see. Show everyone who’s slut you are.”
You couldn't reply. If you did, it wouldn't be coherent. You were silent the whole way home, save for the sacred whimper that fell from your lips when Niamh’s hand squeezed your thigh, the distance of her fingers growing closer to where you needed her in each growing second. You could feel the radiation of desire emitting through the car all the way home. You were itching to feel some kind of relief, especially after the stunt your girlfriend had pulled before the game.
You forgot all about Niamh’s actions throughout the game, only remembering it when the waves of arousal moved down to your core. All you could think about was the way Niamh’s fingers ghosted your clit, teasing you with soft patterns across your legs.
When you arrived home, both of you pretty much bolted inside, dropping your bags onto the floor, only just making it to the bed when your lips met hers in an endeavoured embrace.
You let a moan leave your lips when Niamh pushed you onto the bed, crawling on top of you to swallow your unseemly noises with her tongue. The air in the room was thick as you lifted your hips, attempting to grind against her hips for some well-needed friction.
“So desperate, aren't we?” Niamh tutted, holding herself up with her arms to watch your neediness from afar. She licked her lips at the sight of you writhing beneath her. Your thighs clenched together, rubbing together in despairing need. Much to your dismay, Niamh pulled your knees apart, holding them to the bed with her own legs and a potent smile.
“Niamhy, please.” You whined, the lack of touch sending you into a new dimension of misery. Niamh crained her lips to meet your neck, finding solace in your moans when her lips found your sweet spot. She sucked and licked, rolling her tongue around the growing hickey. She held your legs open, leaving no room for friction. Your head faced the ceiling, your eyes clasped shut as you sighed at the hot marks left all over your neck. With your arms, you threaded Niamh’s hair through your hands, pushing her head deeper into your neck, bringing it down near your breasts.
“Good girls use their words, don't they?” Your girlfriend asked, peeling away from your body, leaving a cold absence behind.
You audibly moaned at the loss of contact. “I've already been a good girl. Been so good, and you said I’d get a reward.”
“Been so good for me, haven't you Babygirl?” Niamh smirked, her lips shadowing your ear, teeth nibbling the skin. “Such a good girl for scoring, aren't you? But maybe I should've bent you over during the game. Show everyone what you deserve. To have you bent over and wet for me.”
“Yes, so wet for you.” You replied, squirming as you felt your core drip with arousal. “Just want you so bad, Niamh.”
“Bet you do.” You felt one of her fingers inch up your jumper, letting the cool air nip your skin. You arched your back, feeling a wave of pleasure overcome you when Niamh’s hand met your breast. “Always wanting me to fuck you senseless like you're mine.”
She fondled it slowly, flicking your nipple in between her fingers, watching your eyes roll back when she pushed down on your cleavage. “Such a good slut for me though. So ready for me always. Are you ready for me now?”
Your head seeped into the pillow, the feeling of your breasts being attended to sending you into ecstasy. “Oh— yes, Niamh. Please, so ready for you. Want you inside me so bad.”
“Let me take this off first,” Niamh muttered, stripping off your jumper hastily, groaning at the sight of your chest on full display. You moaned and wiggled at the air hitting your nipples, making them harden for Niamh’s sole exhibition. Without hesitation, she took one of your nipples into her mouth, sucking harshly, nibbling slightly, leaving dark, heavy marks across both your breasts. Her hands groped both of them, moving them to her liking and rubbing them back and forth at varying paces. You writhed beneath her, your cheeks aflame at the sight of the marks littering your chest.
“Marking me up so good, baby.” You sighed, hoping the praise would speed up the process. “Wanna be your good girl so bad, Niamh.”
“So perfect for me.” She mumbled, her speech impaired as she was too busy marking you to lean up. “Taking me so well, aren't you? Is that what you want? You want me to fill you up? Make you so full of cum?”
Your instant agreeance made the girl chuckle. “Want you to fill me up. Wanna make my captain proud, Niamhy. Want you so bad.”
When hearing those words fall from your mouth, Niamh couldn't help but moan. She didn't know you had been turned on by her captaincy. If she had known prior, she would've brought the fucking armband home with her. She wouldn't fucked you multiple times with the band stuffed in your mouth, around her arm, or anywhere that remotely turned you on. She would've been lying if she hadn't found your unknown kink arousing, for the thriving want of tasting you grew as your sweet nothings filled the air.
Niamh pulled her head down, kissing down your abdomen and torso, looking back once more at the mess she had made over your chest before kneading your hips for some sense of relief.
“You've made me so proud, Baby.” She found the waistband of your pants once more, this time, taking her time to find the strength to pull them down. “But rewards can vary, remember? Sometimes, good girls get to choose what they want when they've made their captain proud.”
“Just want you, Niamh.” You whined, crying out when you lifted your hips for what felt like the hundredth time, only to meet nothing.
Your girlfriend hummed, inching down your pants, hoping you’d make your decision more sufficiently than that. “I'm afraid you're gonna have to be more specific than that, my love. Good girls who get to choose their rewards have to use their words.”
When you didn't immediately reply, Niamh shook her head, looking towards the draw that sat by your bedside table. “I thought you said you were my good girl?”
“I am! Just want you, though.”
Niamh knew when you got like this, you just wanted to be told what to do. You were always the quieter one in every situation, introverted and kept to your own. In many ways, Niamh liked that about you. Your outgoing person today against United was something she could get used to. But she wanted to make you feel more comfortable in speaking your truth. She wanted you to know that your decision was valued among discussions. She was not sure how to implement this into everyday life just yet, but she found that during sex, even if Niamh was dominating the exchange — which nine times out of ten she was — she wanted you to have autonomy over what you did.
This was just one example among many, and when you didn't comply, she’d have different methods to get you speaking.
She waited an extra moment just in case you changed your mind before leaning towards the table and searching for something in particular.
You were so subbed out that you didn't even notice the noise until you felt Niamh pull you upright, pulling you up to stand in front of the bed while she peeled off her top, leaving her in a sports bra and training shorts.
When you noticed what she held in her hands, you groaned. “Niamhy—”
“Shut up and listen.” She ordered, her firmness overpowering the contrasted softness she once held before. You straightened up, rubbing your legs together and moaning at the basic sense of relief that flooded down to your clit.
“Take off your pants. Keep your underwear on.”
You made no argument in that, taking no time in chucking your pants in the opposite direction, leaving your tarnished, drenched underwear on show.
“Come here.” Niamh stretched her legs out and beckoned you over. “Don't sit but hover.”
You did as you were told, not entirely wanting to act like a brat after you've just been promised a reward. Your legs ached from the game and from waiting for some kind of relief, shaking ever so slightly as you waited over Niamh’s leg for further instruction.
“Here’s what's going to happen,” You felt your cheeks darken at your girlfriend's firm tone, biting your lips and watching the woman play with the vibrator in her hand.“Since you expect me to do all the work and make all the decisions, you've landed yourself here.” You nodded intently, not exactly sure where this was heading. “You've got to realise that you need to tell me what you want to do sometimes, okay? It's not always about what I want to do. You've got to want it to. Do you understand?”
Even with the sternness of her tone, her underlying motives were precious. You nodded again, your legs growing even more sore as your thighs flexed at the stretch over Niamh.
“Yes, Niamh. I promise I do.”
Your girlfriend inevitably noticed your ache but chose to continue on her rant, knowing that you knew you weren't going to go to sleep tonight unsatisfied.
“You’ll get your reward after this,” With a flick of a switch, you heard the vibrator sound from beneath where you hovered. “You're going to get off on my thigh and the vibrator without my help. All I'm going to do is watch you.”
You let out a guttural moan when Niamh placed the toy against your thigh, looking at her with the utmost displeasure when she chose to put it there instead of your clit.
“You get to come,” Niamh grabbed both of your hips, squeezing them and making sure they were up and away from any friction. “But only when you to tell me two ways you want me to fuck you tonight.”
Your jaw slightly dropped at that. You were never the one to say anything incredibly vulgar, always alluding to what you wanted through noises and actions. Niamh always got slightly annoyed when you weren't confident in what you wanted, especially after your climax when she’d cuddle up beside you and rid of all the juices that leaked from your core. Niamh knew how to please you better than anyone else could, and she knew that you knew that. In fact, she took great pride in knowing that you trusted her to get you off without needing to tell her. But it was a long time coming. You knew that Niamh wanted you to speak your truth, not just in the bedroom but everywhere. You didn't want to stand out or say something not worthwhile. You were quite content with staying under the radar.
But despite this, Niamh waited for your approval of the idea, only turning up the vibrator and placing her hands behind her head when you spoke audible clearance.
You lowered yourself onto Niamh’s thigh as soon as possible, reeling your head backwards when the vibrations made their way into your core. Your girlfriend groaned st the sight of you rubbing your heat against her, finding it difficult not to grab you and fuck you right then and there. She watched you roll your hips back and forth, letting you use the headboard for you to balance yourself with extra support. It took you a while to find a rhythm, only consistent in your movements when some of the fabric of your underwear rubbed up against your clit, making you moan out at the contact of your swollen nub. Niamh saw the vibrator appear in and out of your humps, finding herself staring at the gleaming patch of arousal coating her thigh. The toy buzzes against your thigh, aiding you in your endeavours to get off.
The flustered state and external shyness in what you were meant to say daunted you as you felt your climax approaching.
You refused to look at Niamh in hopes that she would forget about her orders and watch you cum all over her instead.
The fabric against your clit rubbed itself back and forth diligently to the extent that the combination of the vibrator, and the slick made your breathing uneven and the coil in your stomach build to higher distances. You felt your tits move as you kneaded one and pitched the other nipple, closing your eyes and imagining Niamh.
You let out a pornographic moan, euphoria almost washing over you when your core clenched around nothing and started to release. You were about to finally feel a sense of relief when hands found your hips, lifting you away from any friction whatsoever as the vibrator was switched off.
“I can do this all night, y’know.” You heard her say, scoffing when you pouted. “I know how to get off on my own. I've got the videos of you cumming all over my face to prove it.”
“I was so close.”
“You could be so close every single time,” Niamh took the vibrator away, wiping the creamy liquid that coated the toy. “But if you do it again, I’ll edge you all night until you're overstimulated and forget everything except my name. You’ll be begging to cum and you won't even think about cumming for the next month.”
“Niamh, that’s—”
She cut you off with a sudden buzz directly on your clit. Your eyes widened at the vibrator next to your nub, moaning and crying out at the instant pleasure that fell over you. Your core was already sensitive to the teasing and edging, so your senses were heightened at the feeling. You knew Niamh wasn't bluffing, and you knew you wouldn't be able to get away with this.
She slipped off your underwear, letting the air reach your swollen clit.
“You're going to hump my thigh with this vibrator inside of you and tell me how you want me to fuck you.” She started. “Or, every night, I tie you up and make you watch me fuck myself to videos of you for the next month.”
She lowered you back onto her thigh, smirking when you whined at the vibrator pushing its tip inside of you. The toy wasn't able to fit wholly inside of you, only having to latch onto your clit and slightly inside your hole for it to work its magic. It made you crave for Niamh’s finger to fill you up and push your prior orgasms into you. You wanted her to fill you up with her strap and fuck you into ecstasy while you screamed out her name over and over again. You remembered many nights when Niamh would coat her strap with her own cum and fuck it into you. Her phone would be propped up somewhere, showcasing the juices forced up your hole. Niamh has a photo of you doing absolutely anything.
“Niamhy, want you— want you to—”
“Tell me, sweetheart, what do you want?”
When she was away for National Camps, and you couldn't Facetime due to the time difference, you sent her a video of you fingering yourself while whining about how much you missed her fingers.
“Want you to fill me— with your fingers-”
“Gonna make sure you're full of me, baby.”
She had a video of you getting yourself off with her watching. She had photos of you in all types of positions. She had an album of you screaming her name, calling her everything under the sun, cause she told you to and you always complied.
“Your mouth— your strap, Niamhy, want your dick inside me so bad.”
“Pound into until you're subbed out, am I?”
You remember watching a video of you riding her strap with her England Jersey on, bouncing up and down on the toy with your tits bobbing in front of the camera.
“Want to ride you like now. Eat me— eat me out, Niamhy, baby.”
“Fuck, baby, say my name.”
You knew that if you didn't comply, Niamh had plenty of things to keep her occupied.
The vibrator rolled inside of you, sending your back arching and heat throbbing. “Niamh, baby, I’m— fuck! I'm so close!”
Niamh was flushed, encaptured by the visual show of your tits and the way you bounced on her thigh so that the vibrator would dig its way into your core.
“Come for me, baby.” She spoke, jolting her knee so that the pressure in between your thighs would double.
You screamed, letting out the loudest of moans, as you felt your come coat the vibrator entirely, leaking all over Niamh’s thigh and yours.
“Such a good girl for me, aren't you gorgeous.” Niamh’s voice was raspy and hoarse. “Ride it out for me, baby. Yeah— just like that.” Her grip on your hips sent your orgasm out as she moved your hips back and forth until it was too much.
You moved to the side, collapsing so that your back was against the bed.
Niamh climbed on top of you, a devilish, content smirk lining her lips.
“We’re not done yet, love.”
You whined, but internally, you were excited for the night you were about to have.
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A/N — oh my god.
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pers1st · 13 days
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JUST A SPARK... PROLOGUE - leah williamson
it's never quite as it seems
warnings: death, grief, this is pretty angst tbh
master list / next chapter
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It rained again. Ever since you had moved to England, the weather seemed to taunt you for leaving the country you actually considered to be your home. Your nonna, your mamma, and even your Dad stayed behind in Italy, and just like that, every dream of what England should’ve been was crushed between your tight fists. It rained. Every single day that you had lived in England, it rained. Today was the tiniest bit better than what yesterday’s clouds had provided. Instead of furious down-pouring that almost silenced your every thought and made the pitches impossible to train on, the water was splashing from the sky rhythmically, staining your windows as it peacefully dropped.
You were sitting on your couch, a mug of tea in your hand that you found oddly comically typically English, watching as the weather let you down once again. You missed Italy then, more than you usually did. Dreams of your summers spent in Tuscany, sitting on the terrace with your friends, sipping on a pearly white wine as the birds breezed past you cascaded in your mind as you stared out of the large, rain-stained window of your living room. Reaching for your phone, you huffed, realizing the closest you could come to being back home was a phone call. Although it wouldn’t be enough, it would certainly have to do.
The first sign that something was wrong was the way the ringing of your phone wouldn’t stop for far too long. There was very little time difference from England to Italy, and if it was an hour earlier, you would have believed your parents would’ve laid down for their daily nap, but it was almost six in the evening and there was no way they weren’t awake right now. When the call was finally picked up, the second sign hit you like a truck. Instead of your mamma’s sweet voice, you could hear a total mess unfolding, a sob ringing through the line, a dish being thrown to the floor.
“Mamma? Mamma, cosa non va?” (What’s wrong?), you asked, panic striking your tone as you sat up, gently disposing the mug of tea to the very edge 0f your couch table. 
“Mamma?”, you repeated as any clue of what was going on was still withheld from you.
“Morto. É morto” (Dead. He’s dead), your mother cried, and at once, the oddly comically typically empty English mug fell to the floor, shattering into a thousand pieces.
The flight back to Italy was painfully silent. You didn’t allow yourself to listen to music, too scared to listen to anything just in case you forgot your father’s voice. Your train of thoughts was absolute nonsense, to put it into harsher words, but it didn’t matter to you.
After speaking to both Emma Hayes and other officials of the club, most of whom you had never met, you had voiced the will of your mother to be buried in Italy rather than in London, where he had been born, and had taken the next flight out to your home country, ignoring the protests of men who had never truly known your father, claiming they wanted to come with you. You knew, however, that your father wished for more. The legacy he held at Chelsea wasn’t unknown, but you knew that none of the men in suits had ever mattered to him, and that none of them would have known him truly. It was quite ironic- the fact that you were defaming the very club that had raised not only you but your father as well, and that he had only left behind once you had been old enough to live on your own, and watched as your family moved back into the country you so desperately longed for.
Being back, now, felt like a slap to the face. Your mamma was still inconsolable, although your nonna tried her best to pick the broken pieces from the floor and hold them together just to take another weight off your shoulders. No twenty-three year old should watch as their father was buried, but life was not fair and you had no way to deal with it other than to just deal with it. Silent tears crept down your cheeks as you listened to Father Marcus tell anecdotes of your father’s life, and of his career, and you wondered whether he would’ve liked to be buried nearer to his own home. Italy had always been your mamma’s, but after witnessing the agonizing love between your parents for a time that felt far too short now, you figured that he would want to be wherever she was. The cemetery was only a five-minute walk from your parents’ casa, but it was a three hour flight from your flat. 
Still, the walk felt painfully long as you followed most of your parents’ friends to your childhood home, and rain began to softly splatter from the sky as you trotted among the crowd. For the first time in a long time, you didn’t fight it, rather grateful that anyone was unable to tell whether your cheeks were wet with the rain or stained by your tears. You wondered whether this was your Dad telling you to get your act together. It certainly seemed like something he would do, and the thought put the faintest of smiles on your lips. Afraid to seem like a mad woman to the rest of the grieving crowd, you slipped past Father Marcus, away from the procession, as you fiddled your phone out of the pocket of your coat, watching as rain wet the screen.
Another smile crept up on your face at the multiple messages you had received over just the past few hours you had neglected your phone. 
Most of your Chelsea teammates were sending you their wishes, along with Emma, but what interested you most was a missed call from an unknown number. An unknown English number.
Silently, you glanced towards the front of the procession, seeing they had almost reached their destination as you found your mamma at the very front, weeping in your nonna’s arms. You should be there, right now, with her, but you simply couldn’t. 
Instead, you reached to call the number back. The other line picked up surprisingly fast.
“Hello, Y/N. I was hoping you would call me back. I hope it’s an okay time for you”, a woman on the other line spoke. Furrowing your eyebrows, you nodded, forgetting that whoever it was couldn’t see your movements.
“Oh, sí. Yes, it’s a perfect time, actually?”
“Really? Because I was informed by your club that you were… back in Italy. For…”, the woman trailed away, and you exhaled shakily.
“No, no, it’s okay. I just saw your call, so…”, you tapped your foot against the wet pavement rhythmically, eager to know who you were speaking to.
“Well, it’s Sarina Wiegman here, I’m sorry. I should’ve started with that. Anyways, I was wondering whether you would be interested to join the Lionesses for the Arnold Clark Cup, this year. I know of  your circumstances right now, so I don’t need an answer right away.”
You let out a shaky exhale at her words. You had always thought about playing for England, as you had joined both their youth teams as well as Italy’s, while you had still played in the country. They had offered you a place in their senior team far earlier than England had, and although you couldn’t have been sure whether England would ever offer, you had always held out for something. For what, you didn’t know. Although now, it suddenly seemed to make sense. 
Your father had played for England, had even captained his country for a short while, and although you had always dreamed of playing for Italy when you were younger, infatuated with their men’s team’s success, much to your father’s dismay, you had not agreed yet. The reason only came to you now. And suddenly, it was so painfully clear.
“Yes, yes. I would really like that”, you smiled to yourself, glancing up at the cloudy sky to clear your teary vision. It didn’t help in the slightest.
“Great! The call-up will be published tomorrow, we’ll send you all the details in an email. I look forward to seeing you in camp!”, your manager cheered, and although it tasted bitter-sweetly in your mouth, you voiced your excitement as well before hanging up the call. 
You would play for your father’s country, if all went to plan. You would finally step into his footsteps. You would continue his legacy, whether you really wanted to or not.
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an untold story ∞ j. fleming
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pairing: jessie fleming x reader
summary: you were her untold story, a story that she’d never tell. but when a sea of chelsea players ended up finding an old camcorder on her coffee table, they’d never expected what would happen. swedish-canadian!reader
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a group of three took a seat on the couch, waiting for their freckled teammate who had gotten stuck in london traffic. it was supposed to be bonding time between the group of four, but it just so happens that the owner of the apartment got stuck in traffic buying ingredients for their get-together.
“a camcorder?” niamh said, as she carefully grabbed the camcorder she saw on the table. penille looked at the british woman who just gave her a lopsided grin.
magda just sighed, it was like there were two children that she had to take care of. niamh opened it, turning it on to see that it was working and it was in a good shape.
of course, it was—it held memories of her first love, and she wishes that they would be their last. niamh looked at the videos that were in the sd card to see jessie with an unfamiliar girl?
“it’s baby canada.” niamh said, chuckling at how young jessie looked. despite the canadian being in her mid twenties, she still had the baby face.
“wait, is this y/n?” niamh said, as she had gotten a closer look at the video. madga raised her eyebrows at the mention of her swedish teammate.
“what do you mean, niamh?” magda gave the british woman a look, as niamh passed her the camcorder. magda’s eyes widened as she realized it really was y/n.
“y/n l/n?” penille asked, as she played against the young defender. not only that but the love of her life was quite protective of her.
“they knew each other?” niamh shrugged, but stood up in realization.
“they were teammates in the youth levels, before she represented the swedish team.” niamh commented, forgetting the small piece of information.
magda hummed, but she had accidentally press the start button. she tried to exit the video, but she couldn’t.
the video started, a younger looking y/n was seen. a look of amusement was shown on her face.
“freckles, why are you behind the camera.” a 12 year old looking y/n asked, jessie’s chuckle was heard.
“i’m usually the one in front of the camera, n/n. let me be the videographer once.” y/n had a lopsided grin.
“alright, what are your questions for me, älskling?” magda raised her eyes at the swedish endearment, but felt her heart swoon.
“what would you like to be in 5 years?” jessie showed a peace sign in front of the view, as y/n playfully shoved her finger away.
“hopefully on the senior team, playing alongside you.” niamh chuckled at your answer, you weren’t however. but you did play together on the youth levels. penille gushed at how cute the young defender was, while magda had a soft smile.
“if you weren’t a footballer, what sport would you play?” y/n looked deep in thought, as she hummed.
“track and field, or perhaps badminton?” younger jessie chuckled, as y/n gave her a soft glare.
“i want you in the video with me, please?” y/n gave her a pout, as jessie sighed before taking a seat right near y/n. magda watched as jessie’s right hand became intertwined with y/n’s left hand.
“favorite footballer?” y/n looked at jessie with a smile, as she poked the young midfielder’s nose.
“you, freckles.” y/n said, as the video came to an end.
“so they’re childhood friends.” penille said, as niamh had her eyebrows furrowed.
“how come we don’t know this?” she asked, as magda gave her a soft shrug.
“there’s another one.” niamh said, playing it. it was jessie and y/n in their teenage years, more specifically 16-17.
“hi, i’m jessie and i’m with-“ the intro started as jessie gave y/n a soft look.
“y/n l/n.” y/n said, as jessie playfully pushed y/n who chuckled at her expression.
“more specifically, my girlfriend.” the trios eyes widened at the revelation. niamh had her hand over her mouth, as magda quirked her eyebrows up, and penille just gasped.
“yes, i’m jessie’s girlfriend.” y/n had grabbed jessie’s free hand, and placed a gentle yet loving kiss on the dorsal side (back of her hand).
“hopefully my last.” jessie said, as y/n grinned at her words.
“they dated?” niamh said, as magda gave her a look. it was an invasion of privacy, yet they couldn’t find themselves to stop the video.
“freckles?” y/n asked, as jessie turned to look at her.
“yes, n/n?” a soft look was shown on y/n’s face.
“i love you” those three words were said soft, as niamh’s eyes widened.
“i love you, dimples.” you laughed, as your two dimples were shown. she poked your right dimple as she chuckled.
there were a lot of videos of the pair, but one had catched niamh’s eyes. it was a video of jessie alone, dated way back during her college years.
“hi, it’s me jessie. i don’t know how to feel—y/n got into a terrible collision against the opposing team. she doesn’t remember me.” the canadian midfielder had tears in her eyes, as she grabbed the nearest tissue.
she was seen wiping the tears, as she held onto a stuffed bear. it wore small clothing, more specifically a costumed made jersey. it was y/n’s national jersey, the number 17 was shown and it was in swedish colors. she represented the U-23’s rather than the youth level jessie is representing.
the video had came to an end, as they looked at each other—a soft smile but it didn’t reach their eyes. the opening of the front door was heard, as niamh scrambled to close the camcorder, gently placing it back to where she got it.
the trio acted like they were in a small conversation but it didn’t work. jessie reached the living room, as she looked at them, analyzing their actions.
she gazed at the camcorder as she rushed to it, grabbing it before heading to her room.
“you didn’t touch it, did you?” jessie asked, as niamh whistled.
“we didn’t mean to see the videos.” niamh’s soft voice said, as jessie had flared at her words. but she didn’t do anything, except sighed deeply.
“i’m not mad, i just—i miss her.” jessie said, her voice broke as magda pulled the canadian into a hug. she hid her face into the crook of the captain.
penille softy patted her back, as niamh looked at her in concerned.
“she doesn’t remember me. and i tried so hard to talk to her—but i just can’t.” jessie said, as madga placed a soft kiss on the crown of her head.
pt 2 incoming
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pulisicsgirl · 11 months
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caring for you - mason mount
summary: following Mason's surgery, Y/N does everything in her power to take care of him and keep him comfortable, and his parents take note
pairing: Mason Mount x reader
word count: 2.2k
warnings/tags: brief mentions of surgery and medicine, PDA in front of parents, fluff
requested: yes!! here
notes: I'm back (for now)!! I'm about to start finals week, so hopefully I'll have more time to write once I've made it back home! I received this request a while ago, and I was thinking about writing something about taking care of Mason after his procedure last week, so I figured I'd combine the two! Hope you like it!
Also I feel like this started out really strong and the end is absolute garbage, so I'm very sorry about that
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Since the moment the two of you had arrived at home from the hospital, you hadn’t let Mason leave his spot in the corner of the ‘L-shaped’ couch. As soon as you walked through the door, you had (gently) pushed him down onto the soft cushion, tucking a soft blanket over his legs. It was only a few minutes before you had a bottle of water and a couple of snacks by his side in case he needed them.
The surgery had been relatively minor, all things considered. It was an outpatient procedure, scheduled for the early hours of the day. So by the time it reached the late afternoon, the doctor had discharged Mason, instructing him to take it easy for the next couple of weeks to avoid agitating the incisions before easing back into his regular training regimen. The doctor had informed you that everything had gone very well and there should be nothing to be concerned about.
So of course, you were very concerned, just a ball of anxiety, making sure that Mason didn’t lift a finger for the rest of the day.
Mason had been pretty tired once the two of you had arrived home, so you left him to nap on the couch while you tidied up the rest of the house. Mason’s parents were making the drive up from Portsmouth to spend the evening in London. Mason hadn’t been able to see them in a while and took advantage of the free days he would have following his operation to invite them to spend some time with him (and you).
Part of you had been worried that Mason would be too exhausted after the early morning he’d had and the surgery to visit with them. But you also knew that, like you, Debbie would be worried about Mason following the procedure, and just being able to see him would do wonders to calm her nerves.
So as Mason took a well-deserved nap, you moved about the house, sweeping the floors, wiping down the counters, and making sure that everything had been put in its proper place. You washed the dishes that had accumulated in the sink over the last couple of days and put them away. You were sure to pass through the living room every few minutes to make sure Mason was still sleeping peacefully. You felt a warmth spread through your chest each time you checked on him, the blanket tucked up under his chin and a slight pout on his lips as his face was smushed into the pillow.
It came time for Mason to take the next dose of one of the medications the doctor had sent home with him, and he had just begun to stir from his nap as you sat down on the couch by his head. You reach out, threading your fingers through his hair as he began to blink his eyes open, humming at your gentle touch.
“How you feeling?” you spoke softly to him.
“ ‘m good,” he mumbled, a grin on his face as he looked up at you with nothing but pure adoration in his eyes.
You returned his smile. “Good. Well, it’s time for you to take your medicine.”
He sat up slowly, grunting with the effort, which instantly put you on edge, worried that he was in pain. He must have noticed the look on your face when he looked over at you.
“I’m fine. I promise,” he moved himself up on the couch so that he was sitting next to you. He placed his hand on the back of your neck, gingerly leaning over to kiss you on the forehead. “Stop worrying yourself so much.”
You smiled sheepishly at him, feeling a little silly for how worked up you had been the whole day, but you couldn’t really help it. You would truly do anything for Mason, and the thought of him in pain was something you never wanted to even consider.
“Your parents should be here any minute,” you informed him once he had swallowed the pills. “Dinner is almost ready, so we should be ready to eat as soon as they arrive. Are you feeling hungry?”
“Of course. Especially if it’s your cooking.”
“Oh, shut up, you.” He laughed at your deflection, knowing that you had no clue how to accept a complement. Even so, he delighted in giving them to you often, watching your cheeks flush red and your eyes dart to the ground.
It was only a few minutes before you heard the knock on the front door, knowing it could only be Debbie and Tony. You gave Mason a quick kiss, instructing him not to move from the couch as you walk to the door. You opened it, greeting his parents as they both pulled you into warm hugs. You had met Mason’s family several times before, but your relationship with them was still new enough that you felt nervous any time they came around. You felt as though you needed to somehow prove to them that you were worthy of their son’s love, despite Mason’s constant reassurance that it was unnecessary, insisting that they already loved you. You still tried your best, though, making sure that everything was perfect at the house before they came over.
You led them to the living room so that they could greet their son and told them you’d be in the kitchen, putting the final touches on the food you had prepared. You caught Mason’s eye before you turned away, and he flashed a quick grin at you.
You were dishing the food into bowls when Debbie entered the kitchen, a kind smile on her face as she offered your help. You informed her that you were nearly done, but she could help with carrying the dishes to the boys.
“He seems like he’s doing well,” she said.
You nodded in agreement. “I think so. He hasn’t told me he’s had any pain since we got home, and I just gave him another dose of the pain medicine that the doctor sent home with us before you got here. Though you and I both know that he probably wouldn’t say anything even if he was in pain.”
The two of you shared a laugh over the stubborn boy that was dear to both of your hearts.
“How are you doing?” she asked suddenly.
“M-me?” Her question caught you off-guard as you dished food into the fourth and final bowl, and you looked up at her. Her lips were drawn together in a tight line as she examined your face.
“Yes, you. I know you well enough to know you’ve been running yourself ragged all day to keep him comfortable.”
“Oh,” you breathed, a warm feeling spreading through your chest at her motherly concern. It meant more to you than she realized that she would express that kind of affection for you. “Y-yeah, I’m alright. He’s a pretty good patient, so he makes my job easy.” You pressed a smile to your face despite the emotions you felt welling up inside you.
You handed Debbie the bowls containing food for Tony and herself and let her know you’d be in the living room in a moment. She walked out of the kitchen, and you lingered behind for just a moment, dabbing the tears from the corners of your eyes in an attempt to keep your mascara from running.
Just that simple question from Mason’s mother was so important to you. Knowing that she approved of your relationship with her son and saw how much you wanted to take care of him—it did wonders to calm your nerves surrounding your relationship with her and Tony.
Once you had collected yourself, you picked up the two remaining bowls and met Mason, Tony, and Debbie in the living room. You had decided that it would be best for the four of you to eat on the couch so that Mason could remain comfortable, and you could all continue to visit together.
Plus, you knew Mason and his father really wanted to continue watching the football match that had started a mere 20 minutes ago.
As you approached Mason, he gently swung his legs off of the couch cushion, patting the space where his legs had just been to signal for you to sit down. You did so carefully, still holding both bowls of food and he placed his legs across your lap, draping the blanket back over both of your legs. You were a little taken back by the display of affection in front of his parents but brushed it off as you handed the bowl to him.
He gave you a curious look, brows slightly furrowed, as he noticed the misty look in your eyes. You just replied with a slight shake of your head, a signal that the two of you would talk later.
You eagerly watched Mason and your two guests as they took the first bite of their food. It was one of Debbie’s recipes and you hoped desperately that you hadn’t let them down with the dish. As soon as you knew Mason had a surgery coming up, you had texted Debbie asking for the recipe for his favorite meal of hers, wanting to spoil him after the procedure.
Debbie and Tony both smiled, humming in appreciation as they got their first taste, and Tony remarked how good it was. Mason, ever the dramatic one, let out a groan, dropping his head onto the back of the couch, using words like “incredible” and “scrumptious” as he voiced his gratitude for the meal. He merely grinned at the way you rolled your eyes at him while your cheeks flushed red.
By the time the halftime show was wrapping up, you were collecting everyone’s dishes and carrying them into the kitchen to tidy up. Debbie appeared moments later, pushing you back into the living room and insisting that it was “the least I could do” to clean up your kitchen. You hesitated for a moment, but eventually gave in.
You walked around behind the couch, threading your fingers through Mason’s hair to get his attention, He dropped his head back, eyes gazing up at you lovingly.
“Do you need anything?” you asked as you scratch his scalp lightly with your nails.
“Hmm,” he pretended to think for a moment before tapping his lips with his index finger. “Just a kiss.”
You laughed at him, leaning down as you held your hair out of the way so it wouldn’t get in Mason’s face. You pressed your lips to his gently, expecting to give him a quick peck. But Mason seemed to have other ideas, holding your face to his for a few seconds with a hand that had reached to the back of your head.
He let you pull back after a moment, and you gazed down at his upside-down face, adorning a lovestruck grin. You weren’t sure what had gotten into him today, but something had gotten him in a touchy and lovey mood.
“Anything else?” you whispered, caught slightly off-guard by his actions. Mason just shook his head, gesturing for you to come back to sit on the couch with him, and you resumed your position under his legs.
As you watched the football game, you did your best to keep up with Mason and Tony as they talked over the strategies of the teams and the technique of the players on the screen. The exhaustion of the day was finally catching up to you, and you felt your eyes slip closed, your head falling forward just slightly before you jolted awake.
Noticing this, Mason pulled you into his side and intertwined his legs with yours. Your head rested on his shoulder as he leaned back on the cushions, shuffling down slightly so that your neck wouldn’t be uncomfortable. Too tired to protest the PDA in front of his dad, you draped your arm over his stomach and quickly fell back asleep in the comfort of Mason’s arms. He ran the tips of his fingers over the skin of your arm, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head every couple of minutes as he listened to your steady breathing.
A knowing smile took over Debbie’s face as she re-entered the living room after finishing up in the kitchen.
“She’s a keeper, that one,” she pointed to your sleeping form. Your cheek was pressed firmly to Mason’s chest, causing a slight pout to form on your lips.
He looked down at your face, a smile spread across his lips. “She’s just amazing,” he replied earnestly. “She’s so selfless and hardworking, always taking care of me. I don’t know what I would’ve done without her today.” He looked back up at his parents, holding you a little tighter. “I’m… really happy with her.”
Debbie and Tony smiled back at him, happy to see their son in a healthy and successful relationship.
“People like her are hard to come by,” Tony remarked. “You better do everything you can to keep her around.”
“Oh definitely,” Mason grinned, looking back to the football match on the TV screen. “At this point, if she leaves me, I’m going with her.”
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awfcspencer · 2 months
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Teacher’s Pet || jessie fleming x reader
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jessie fleming x ucla!reader
prompt: You and Jessie have a class together at UCLA.
warnings: none! fluff
UCLA had always been your dream school. Located in the sunshine state, surrounded by beaches and warm weather, it was a highly sought after university. You had worked your tail off in school to make sure you received the best marks and made sure to volunteer often and join extracurriculars to strengthen your application to the prestigious school. It took weeks to finally hear back from UCLA, but your dream had come true and you had gotten in.
Arriving on campus was a surreal feeling. You had dreamed of being here for years and now you were finally here. UCLA was a massive campus, there were parents and students everywhere moving into the dorms. You had the help of your parents to help you move in so they took the bulk of the load, leaving you to get the rest. You were keen on taking one trip, knowing that the longer this takes, the busier the campus will get. So you pack the last few items high, barely being able to see the sidewalk ahead of you. It was all going according to plan until you unknowingly ran right into someone.
“Hey! Are you okay?” you hear from a soft voice as you are now sprawled out on the sidewalk, the items that were previously in your hands now thrown in different directions. You turn around and are met with piercing brown eyes and a hand reaching out to assist you up. Her hands are soft and she has freckles all over her perfect looking skin.
“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry. I totally did not see you there.” you immediately say out, feeling bad that you practically body checked the poor gorgeous girl. You begin to try to collect your stuff before this interaction gets any more awkward for you, cheeks blazing red.
“I don’t think you could see anything over that pile of stuff you had.” She joked out, her laugh was sweet, not to loud and not to quiet, you could listen to her laugh on repeat. “But seriously I am all good, no harm.” the girl in front of you said. She proceeded to bend down and help you grab the remaining pieces of stuff, briefly making hand contact as you both reach for the picture frame that was left, quickly you both realize and move your hands. Her cheeks now matched yours and she quickly put her hands behind her neck. You knew she had gotten nervous, but she looked so cute nervous, a shy girl.
“Well I need to get back to my parents.” you say, knowing they are probably wondering where you were. “Sorry again for running into you!” you yell out as you make your way to your dorm room. As you are walking back, you swore to yourself as you should have asked for her name, or maybe even her number. You turn back around and all you can see as she leaves is the UCLA Women’s Soccer backpack.
The rest of the day went swimmingly and the next few days were spelled out with random freshman orientations and meetings. Monday was your first day of classes and you couldn’t be more thrilled. You particularly enjoyed school, always being naturally gifted at it. Monday arrived and you made your way to chemistry. You had been one of the first to arrive so you picked a seat near the front of the class and got out your computer and notepad to get ready for class.
The class began to fill up rather quickly as the time drew nearer to 10 a.m. You weren’t paying attention until a backpack had been dropped on the floor at the desk next to yours, immediately noticing the women’s soccer badge. Maybe now was your chance to ask whoever it was if they knew the sweet girl you had ran into in the earlier days. Looking up to see who had sat next to you, you are met again with those same brown eyes that played on repeat in your head since you had first seen them.
“Hey nice to run into you again.” you blurted out, nerves taking over and you had no control over the words that left your lips. “I mean, nice to see you again, definitely not run into you again.” quickly saying as you try to regain your composure. There was something about the brown-haired girl in front of you that made you nervous.
“It really is all good.” she replied as she sent you a toothy smile. “My names Jessie by the way and to be fair, you could run into me every day.” Her comment only made you blush harder, unable to properly respond to her sentence as your brain was filled with fuzzy thoughts, but it was if you were saved by someone above because the teacher began talking about the syllabus and her rules.
The next few weeks of classes, you and Jessie had gotten closer, talking before and after class. You had found out that Jessie was from Canada and absolutely had a passion for soccer. You loved seeing her light up whenever she got the chance to talk about the sport. But you were also able to learn more about the girl on the inside, she was typically very shy and reserved but once she was out of her shell, she was way more open, and incredibly funny. You and Jessie also began having little study sessions together because with Jessie’s busy student athlete schedule, she had to miss class sometimes and you would help fill her in on what she missed.
Tonight was a really important match for UCLA as they took on Stanford, another powerhouse PAC-12 team and an in-state rival. Jessie had begged you for days to come to one of her games and you had finally caved, secretly liking when she begged. You sported the 21 numbered jersey as you watched Jessie do her thing on the field. It was like watching poetry in motion when Jessie had the ball, putting the icing on the cake when she scored a hammer of a goal in the 82nd minute. You cheered loud and proud throughout the whole game. When she scored, she looked up into the bleachers and sent you a wink.
Finding her after, you congratulated her on the crucial win as you heard all week how this game was a must win for the team.
“You did so good J! I am very impressed. If only you were that good at chemistry.” you sarcastically joked with her as you gave her a big hug. Even post 90 minutes, she looked stunning.
“That hurts” she replies as she clutches her heart, pretending to be offended.
“Oh whatever.” you say back to her, gently shoving her shoulder.
“Are you coming back to my dorm? So we can study for the midterm exam coming up?” she questioned you, sending you the biggest puppy dog eyes she could muster up. You couldn’t possibly say no to her.
“Yeah of course I can, but only because you always have the best snacks in your dorm” you tell her.
Back in the dorm Jessie had hopped in the shower quickly as you reviewed some of your notes and the study guide the teacher had given you. Your thoughts lingered and you began to think how you were undeniably falling for the girl. She was sweet and kind, she wouldn’t even hurt a butterfly. Your personalities mixed perfectly and she was incredibly easy to talk to, you could spend hours talking to her about anything. But you did not want to ruin the friendship you had with her, it was to important to you. What if the feelings were not mutual? You couldn’t possibly bare the embarrassment.
Jessie snaps you out of your thoughts as she called your name.
“Hey! You all good? You looked very deep in thought.” she spoke as she had finished her shower and replaced her previous outfit with a pair of sweats and a UCLA jumper. She smelled like vanilla and coconut and her curly hair fell perfectly off her shoulders.
“Yeah all good, don’t worry about it.” you brushed it off, hoping she wouldn’t push you on it. Now refocusing on the computer in front of you.
“No if it’s affecting you, we can talk about it. I want to be there for you.” she quickly responded back, moving onto the bed to sit next to you as she placed a finger under your chin and pushed up so your eyes would meet. Before you knew what you were doing, you placed your lips on hers and she returned the action. Shockwaves were sent through your body as your lips met, moving rhythmically. Her lips were soft and plump. You two eventually pull apart, both needing to catch your breath.
“Wow” is all you can shakily say. You look up at Jessie and send her a big grin. “I’ve been thinking of doing that since I met you the first day on campus.” you admitted.
She simply just replies back by meeting your lips again. Saying, “Me too” in between breaths.
After a few minutes, you now remember why you were even in Jessie’s dorm to begin with.
“J we need to study for our midterm” you explain out to her as you move to fix yourself and find your notes that were sprayed on the floor, pushed out of the way earlier. Jessie simply stayed still, pouting like a child because you stopped kissing her.
“I don’t want to study now.” she said out, crossing her arms, resulting in a laugh from you.
“We can make it a little game, you get a question right and I will give you a kiss.” you said, trying to persuade the pouting girl.
“Fine.” she stated out in a sarcastic annoyed voice, “Didn’t realize my girlfriend was a teacher’s pet” she joked out.
“Girlfriend?” you questioned out, “Fleming you haven’t even asked me yet” looking towards her, eyes meeting.
“Will you be my girlfriend?” she begged out, putting out her lip.
“Only if you get a B or better on this exam” you reply back, knowing exactly how to rile her up.
“Hand me the study guide” is all she said, immediately pulling out her textbook and computer. All you could do was laugh at the girl.
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leilakisakabiri · 10 months
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Spanish Boy (Gavi)
Summary: You and Gavi attend a Chelsea game and he think’s you’re a little too into the game, or more specifically number 11.
Warning(s): None
A/N: Please send in requests if you have any! Guys I wanted to make this angsty but it just ended up being fluff like usual. Oh well. 
Word Count: [1735]
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“Ahh I’m so excited I can’t believe I finally get to see them play.”
Gavi grinned in the seat beside you, bumping your shoulder. 
“I’m glad you get to see them, but to be honest they’re shit this season.” 
You gasped offended, “Ok Gavi not everyone has to win La Liga to be considered good.” 
“They don’t even play in that league!” He argued. 
You rolled your eyes, “Whatever, UEFA, basically the same thing, just different clubs.” 
He narrowed his eyes at you, “You sure you’re a Chelsea fan, or are you just going to see who I think you wanna see?” 
The two of you were currently driving to the Chelsea game happening in London. You had surprised Gavi with tickets last week and while at first he was just as excited as you, his excitement had quickly turned to annoyance once he realized just exactly why you were so intent on going to the game. 
He was sure you didn’t even care about Chelsea, more interested in supporting the player with the number 11 stitched on his jersey. 
He had walked in on you and your friend talking about said player just a few days ago.
Your friend had been saying how you were so lucky, and how hot he was, and you had just been giggling along. 
Gavi had backed out slowly from the kitchen once he heard your conversation, not wanting to intrude, and honestly a little hurt. 
Since then, his excitement had diminished immensely and now he was hating himself for scheduling a private tour of the stadium before the game started. 
“We’re here.” You said excitedly, looking out the window to see the large stadium come into view. 
Although you had traveled quite a bit to support Gavi at his games, the sheer size of some of the stadiums still took your breath away. You couldn’t believe that something that big was made for people. 
The driver took you to the underground entrance to give you some privacy from the fans that had already started congregating at the stadium entrance, counting down the minutes till the gates opened. 
“Ok we have two hours before the game starts. Let’s go get the tour.” Gavi said once the two of you had gotten out of the car, walking towards the entrance. 
You pulled his hand as he walked forward, stopping him, “Thank you Gavi. Really. This means a lot.” You said sincerely. 
The boy smiled at you, “No problem.” 
Once you walked into the building you were even more awestruck, the fangirl side of you taking over. 
You had grown up in a football household, meaning that every Saturday morning your TV would be playing various matches happening around the country. 
You had seen this stadium so many times on the TV when you were little, but now standing inside it, the Chelease logo apparent in everything, it was so surreal. 
You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard Gavi greet someone, “Enzo how have you been?” 
You had to physically stop your mouth from dropping open. 
Enzo Fernandez was standing in front of you, and apparently Gavi knew him. 
You finally found your voice, “You guys know each other?” 
Enzo nodded, “Yah we met each other back at the World Cup.” 
Gavi nodded affirmatively.  
“Anyways let me show you guys around real quick.” Enzo spoke, gesturing for the two of you to follow him. 
“Ok, but don’t you have to get ready?” You asked him. 
He shrugged his shoulders, giving you a grin, “Eh, 20 minutes won’t hurt anyone.” 
You laughed at his answer, wishing you could take pictures of everything as he showed the two of you around. 
You finally got to the tunnels, and he pointed to just around the corner, “Over there is the locker rooms. I would show you, but the guys will probably be here soon.” 
“Oh, don’t worry about. No problem at all. We should probably get out there anyway.” You reassured him, waiting as Gavi said goodbye. 
You had just turned around you when you felt a body collide with yours. Hands reached out to grab you, stopping your fall. You looked up once the world stopped spinning, coming face to face with a very apologetic player. 
“Eu sinto muito linda.” He spoke, reaching up to pull off his headphones, eyes focused on you. (I’m so sorry beautiful)
“Sem problemas.” You said softly, still trying to gather your bearings. (No problem)
You saw his eyes light up, “You speak Portuguese?”
You were about to respond when you heard someone clear their throat behind you. 
You mentally hit yourself. 
You looked over your shoulder to see Gavi come to stand beside you. 
“Joao.” Gavi spoke, his voice coming out harsher than needed. 
“Gavi.” Joao replied, voice taking on a similar tone. 
You looked between the boys. It was no surprise that they weren’t exactly friends. Joao used to play for Atletico Madrid, one of Barca’s biggest rivals. The two had problems on the field long before you, and whatever stand off they where having now. 
“Well enjoy the game.” Joao finally said, moving past you. 
You gave Gavi a look telling him to play nice as well. 
His lips remained in a firm line but he let out a small, “Thanks.” 
You had just started walking again when you heard Joao call out, “What’s your name?” 
You turned back, puzzled if he was talking to you, but by the way he was making direct eye contact with you, you guessed he was, “Y/n?” You said, but it came out more as a question. 
He nodded, a smile playing on his lips, “I’ll remember that.” 
You felt Gavi stiffen next to you but he didn’t say anything. You could see the veins on his arm jut out as he balled his hand into a fist. 
You were both silent as you walked to your seats. 
Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore. You tried to break the silence with a lame joke, “So that was kinda intense back there huh?” 
You saw Gavi give you a glare before he turned back, focusing his attention on the field. 
“Oh c’mon now you’re ignoring me?” You asked. 
He didn’t answer. 
“The games not even going on. You’re literally staring at grass.” You huffed, trying to get him to break. 
He hummed in response, but still no words. 
“Did I do something?” 
Again nothing.
“Ok so I did do something?” You questioned. 
Silence. 
“Ok I’m taking your silence as a yes.” You continued. 
Nothing. 
“Bro I really feel like this is one sided.” You muttered. 
“Did you just call me bro?” Gavi questioned finally breaking his silence. 
You let out a cheer, lifting your arms in the air, “Hooray, he’s finally talking to me, and it only took me calling him bro to respond. How sweet is he?” 
He glared at you again not appreciating your sarcasm, “You know why I’m mad.” 
“But I don’t. So if you could just tell me.” You dragged out, leaning your head on his shoulder. 
He turned to look at you and suddenly your faces were centimeters apart. You couldn’t focus on what he was saying too consumed memorizing the pattern of the freckles that were scattered across his nose, so light that if you weren’t standing close enough you would miss them. 
“Are you even listening to me?” He asked getting frustrated again. 
You chastised yourself, you really needed to start paying more attention. 
“Sorry I got distracted.” 
“Oh let me guess. Did Joao just walk onto the field?” He asked bitterly. 
Now you were confused. 
“Wait what? Joao? Why would I care about him?” 
He looked at you with the blankest stare, “So you’re going to sit here and tell me you weren’t flirting with him in the hallway?” 
“Flirting? What no way! We just bumped into each other!” You defended. 
“Right. Well in that case let me just go bump into Rosalia.” He muttered. 
“Gavi!” You smacked him on his arm, fighting back a laugh. 
That was the thing about you and Gavi, you could never stay serious for long. Even when something was bothering the other person, yes you would talk about it, but a few jokes would still be made, giving your relationship the air of lightness and security that you loved. Your relationship made you want to fly with Gavi, not drag him down with your baggage. 
“I’m sorry if it looked like that, but honestly, I only like you.” You said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
“Someone tell that to Joao.” He joked.
You grinned at him, “I will. After the match if you want.”
He grabbed your wrists, trapping you beside him, leaning in, “You. You stay away from him.”
You were centimeters away from him again and this time you couldn’t help it. You leaned in closing the distance between you.
You kissed him sweetly, pouring all the emotions you felt for him, all the love, all the things you wanted to say to him but were too shy to. 
Your hands traveled from his shoulders up to his annoyingly soft hair, one hand getting tangled in his locks, while the other went around his neck, bringing him closer to you.
Damn you really needed to steal his hair care routine. Shit was so soft. 
He bit on your lower lip playfully and you felt a shiver run through you.
You both pulled away after a bit, out of breath. Chests heaving as you looked at each other with glazed over eyes and lazy smiles.
“Hope no one saw that.” You whispered not willing to move away. 
“Hope Joao saw it.” He whispered back, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
You both didn’t say much after that, watching as the match started.
The game ended up going well with Chelsea winning 2-0.
You both cheered once the final whistle blew, happy that the team you had come to support had won.
The team came over to the fans’ side of the stadium, celebrating their win.
You cheered along with everyone, “Hey Siri play London Boy.” You joked.
Gavi heard you, giving you the dirtiest glare.
“Kidding!” You laughed.
“He’s not even British! He’s Portuguese!” Gavi exclaimed.
You wrapped your arms around him, “It doesn’t even matter, cause I love my Spanish boy more.”
You felt Gavi cringe beside you, “Yah that doesn’t sound as good.”
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alltoolewis · 8 months
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Timeless- Mason Mount
I'm finally off for the summer & finally back writing! This one is super special and is inspired by timeless by Taylor swift, if you haven't heard the vault track please listen to it while reading this! This has to be one of my favourite things I have ever wrote... Hope you all enjoy & I can't wait to write more! Hope this apologies for my absence Love you guys x
P.S I will not comment on him leaving to united btw... as Liverpool fan I am devasted 😒
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Summary- When you and Mason are cleaning your nan's attic you discover a book of your grandparents love story... helping Mason think of the perfect anniversary present for you...
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"Mase please.." you squealed as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, taking you by surprise as you continued to search through the old dusty boxes "This really needs doing and I never would of agreed to let you help if I knew you'd be messing around like this!" You didn't realise that agreeing to clean you nan's old attic would result in your clingy boyfriend of almost 5 years joining you. What was suppose to be a solo task, turned into a duo one the minute his brown eyes grew wide at your claim that you were leaving him for a couple of hours alone.
"I didn't know showing my beautiful girlfriend of 5 years love was classed as messing around..." he pouted, loosening his grip of you but of course not fully as his arm still hovered your waist. "It's not 5 years yet loser" You smirked, throwing something you believed was an old sock that was hiding in the box at him "We're still 3 weeks of that title!"  You still couldn't believe that it had already been that long. It felt like just yesterday that he caught your attention in the dimmed lightened room, his laugh being the loudest noise as the speakers blaring out the music you had always hated silenced, allowing you to hear what has since been your favourite sound. Since that night you had been by each others side, through the ups and downs, the spot next to him was always yours and vice versa... there was no Mason without (y/n) and he prayed there'd never have to be!
Silence filled the room once more, however the smiles never faded as you sorted through all your nans precious things. Growing up you never thought of your nan as a hoarder, her house was also tidy barely anything on display except the odd pictures of core memories but little did she know that she kept the purest things locked up here. From her old ballet shoes to her old school books, her old prom dress to a rock she found on her secret dates with your late grandfather... she kept everything.
"What's this?" Mason asked curiously, lifting up a book covered in dust and cobwebs. Being nosy of his new finding, you quickly went to where he was sitting next to him on the old fragile footstool, floor creaking as you did so. Your eyes hovered over the brown book in his hands, that it was safe to say that  time has took its toll on. Crouching down in front of him, your hand swept across the front cover, tears immediately filling your eyes as you read the words...
'THE STORY OF ANNIE & JOHN'
The words were followed by a photo of them together, smiles brighter than the stars as the look of love was written in there eyes. You had already heard the story of your grandparents many times from your nan... but seeing it in hidden pictures made your whole world freeze.
Noticing the sudden emotion in your face, Mason sighed "You okay, darling?" wiping away the fallen tears as they fell down your cheek, letting his hand hover there as a guard. Nodding, you gulped "Yeah... yeah I'm good.." Smiling he patted his knee, silencing telling you to come over which of course you obeyed. 
Now the book was on your knee as Mase held you tightly on his lap, head leaning over your shoulder as he traced comforting shapes on your arm. "Are you going to have a look honey?" He could see your clear hesitation to open it, as your hands strummed over the outskirts of the pages. Apart of you wanted to open the book, see the love of your grandparents everybody talked so dearly about, the love that was always compared to yours and Masons, however the other part of you couldn't help but think you were invading the privacy... you knew there story like the back of your hand. A secret romance that was forbidden by there families, your grandmother being in a privileged family who had a tradition to pick other privileged people for there children to fall in love with. While your grandad was the son of the maid, 2 years older than her but fell head over the heels the second he caught eyes with in his word 'a princess' They hidden what they had for years, scared that there families would tear them apart... but faith took its role and 12 years later they were happily married as a runaway couple, ready to start there new lives together.
As your mind wondered away, you felt his hand lace over yours, squeezing it tightly "It's okay (y/nn)? She would want you to see this??" You knew he was right... she'd be screaming for you to open it if she was there. Listening to him, you squeezed his hand back before opening it up. 
The pages looked just as battered as the front cover, but the love was still clear as rain. The book had different chapters, just like a fairy tale. It began with there first year, where your pop's mum first got the job and he was allowed to be involved in the staff picture where your grandmother stood just 5 people away. 
"I didn't know your grandad was in the war.." Mason whispered, scared to ruin the moment as you were flicking through there years together. It was there 7th year 'together'... the year your dad got drafted to fight in the war. "He didn't want to go" You mumbled back, hand touching the envelopes your nan had clearly stuck in the book "He wanted to stay with her although no one knew about them... he wrote her love letters, signed them off as Dave so no one knew it was from him"
"Didn't she call him Dave all the time..." Mason chuckled, squeezing your hip gently. He only had a few years with your nan, while with your pops he only had 1 short one & for the longest time he was convinced he was called 'Dave' "Yep!" You giggled back "Even after all those years together she still called him it. It was there secret code word..."
For the next couple of hours you flipped through the rest of the book, pausing to read the letters, see the small details of the grainy images. From there wedding to the birth of your mum, from the day they ran away together to the day your grandad came back to find your nan had been set up to marry someone else... it had all be recorded in the book.
Your heart broke when you flipped to the last filled page in the book, your grandads order of service leaflet from his funeral. Your heart broke even more when it came clear that your nan had placed it in by herself... ending there story together...
Noticing the tears falling faster down your face, Mason closed the book placing it gently down as he wrapped his arms tighter than ever around you, allowing you to sob in his chest. He didn't say much as you cried, just rubbed your back and whispered a few words of comfort, knowing what you needed most was time to absorb what you just saw.
Once you calmed down, you lifted your head back up to look at his warm brown eyes, his hand instantly going to your cheek "They we're amazing (y/n).." He smiled, causing you to mirror it back "They would been so happy you got to witness it through there eyes..."
"They were timeless..." You breathed out, looking down to the book on the floor that was bound to come home with the two of you.
"Just like we will be.."
Your head shot up to look at him with blood shot eyes "You think?"
"Oh I know we will!" He smiled, causing you to cuddle deeper into him "I hope so Mase..."
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3 weeks later.....
"Mase stop!" You laughed as he picked you as you went to put the key in your new shared home in manchester  "Please stop we need to get in before it rains... stop messing around!"
"I didn't know showing my girlfriend of 5 years of affection was classed as messing around..." He sulked as your laugh continued to echo around the house, taking the heels that had killed your feet all night "and before you start I can call you that now!!"
"I know..." You smiled, turning around to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, one of many that day "and I couldn't be prouder to now say it.." Mason returned the kiss as he muttered I love you, which of course you mumbled back. Somehow you two ended up in your bedroom, his jacket through on the floor as the zipper on your dress began to be pulled down.
Just as it was about to get even more heated, he pulled back causing you to sigh dramatically. "Don't be dramatic lovie, we have all night to do that.." He laughed, dragging you to the end of the bed "But first I want to give you your final present of the night.."
"but mase you've already given me loads today.." You groaned, hating how much he had already spoiled you today. Giving you far to many presents, making you bed in breakfast and then taking you to the fanciest restaurant in Manchester. You honestly didn't know how he'd make the day even better before he pulled out a box placing it gently on your knee... "Now this one is kind of for the both of us..." He smiled wrapping his arm around you "But I think you'll appreciate it.."
Carefully, you untied the little red bow on the box lifting the box up with the expectation of finding more personalised jewellery. However your heart dropped to the floor as you saw something you'd never thought you'd see...
A book... Similar to the one of your grandparents but instead of there names it read...
'THE STORY OF (Y/N) & MASON'
And just like the other one, a picture displayed below it. One of you and him at the champions league final, your smiles brighter than stars and the same look of love they had.
"Oh my god M-Mase..." You speechlessly gasped, covering your mouth as tears escaped your eyes "I c-can't believe it.."
His eyes mirrored yours with tears as he placed his hand on top of yours "Open it darling.." He whispered, voice full of love "Don't be scared to read this one... it's ours only"
Listening to him like always, you opened the book, smile immediately spreading across your face as you flipped through to see the many filled pages of your story so far.  The first day you met at that party, the first selfie you took together, your first chelsea game, the day you moved together... every memory shared together was captured in perfect unison to the orginal.
"I didn't even know this exsisted!" You laughed messily, as you looked at the picture of you drunkenly asleep on Mason's lap at his Chelsea leaving party. You couldn't remember much of that day, other than you drunk the night away in hope that it took the sting away from living the beloved club and city... 
"Ben took..." Mason smirked "He sent it me the next day along with the video of you doing my celebration on top of the table..."  "Please say that's a joke.." You muttered as you hid your head in embarrassment, hoping that he  was lying..
"Nope!" He chuckled "I'll show you that later darling, first you have to finish this book!"
So you did. There wasn't much after that, other than his first day at united and your new home in Manchester... little did you know there was one final page to your story you were yet to experience...
"What's this?" You questioned as you flipped the page to see a brown envelope stuck to the page, similar to love letters your grandad use to write. Unable to say much, Mason whispered "Open it and see..."
With shaking hands you pulled out letter which was folded in half, his scruffy handwriting evident. You shot him one last look, nervousness written all over his face as you began to read the love letter addressed to only you....
My dear (y/n),
I've never been good at doing speeches or expressing how I feel, but with you by my side I feel as though I can do anything, so here I am... Ever since I saw you my whole world changed for the better. You fixed the hole in my life like a puzzle piece and ever since then I knew I'd never want to lose you.
The other week when I held you in your nan's attic made me think of if we met in another life, would be the same as we are right now... and the truth is sweetheart we would of have! Even if we met on a crowded street in the 40's or if I was sent to war and you were forced to marry another man... my head would of still turned for you just like it did at that party...
you still would have been mine, I'd of make sure of it!
I'm going to love you for the rest of our lives, till we have grey hair, mini mounts running around the place, a cardboard box stored of memories we made, we'll have it all! 
Our story starts now Angel... 
we're going to be timeless...
look forward...
Mase x
Tears poured down your face as you followed the letters instructions, showing him down on one knee, a small box with the most gorgeous diamond ring displayed in it, one that coincidently resembled the one your nan had...
"Mase..."
"(y/n)... will you please make me the happies man alive & spend the rest of your life with me??"
Unable to speak you nodded your head, falling to your knees as you wrapped your arms around him. "I love you so much.." You sobbed into his neck.
"I love you so much more..." He cried back, pulling back from you for a brief second to slip the gorgeous ring on your finger "This is your nans ring" He smiled "I asked your parents if it was okay if I gave it you... I want us to be a timeless classic like your grandparents, I want to fill that book up with you till the day we are torn apart by fate..."
Once more you were speechless as his arm wrapped around you, your head lay on his chest listening to the heart which had loved you for 5 years... there was no (y/n) without Mason and you prayed every minute of the day that you'd be the couple your grandparents were. A love so strong it could be seen from miles away, a love everyone dreamed of but only a rare few could experience... one that even time couldn't forget... Your going to be... 
TIMELESS
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pitchsidestories · 7 months
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The Princess Diaries II Zećira Mušović x Reader
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The Swedish Princess got enganged. Scroll further to find the whole transcript of their adorable engagement video with the swedish national team goalkeeper
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Interviewer: So how did you two first met? gives them both a curious look
Zecira: To be honest I did not recognize who she was back when. grins sheepishly
Princess!Reader: That's true, for me personally I found that very refreshing smirks
Zecira: She says that now but I don’t think she did back then throws a teasing smile at her
Interviewer: What happened ?
Zecira: It all happened during a football game looks into the eyes of her fiancée
Princess!Reader: Yes, it was a sweden game of course slowly nods while she can't look away
Zecira: I think we even won that game smiles
Princess!Reader: Yeah you did so naturally I went to the after party to congratulate the whole team and you might have heard about it but swedish female football team partys are legendary chuckles
Zecira: You make it sound like it was a big deal laughs
Princess!Reader: Well it kinda was, you girls were securing the third place in the world cup her tone getting more serious
Zecira: Maybe it was kind of a big deal
Princess!Reader: See?
Zecira: So anyways, she was standing there and I didn’t know who she was speaks animatedly with her hands
Princess!Reader: Yes, which was nice and akward at the same time but my instinct was just go with it shrugs
Zecira: I might have had a few drinks already so I just went for it
Interviewer: You flirted with the princess ? shakes his head in surprise
Zecira: Yeah. But I didn’t know it at the time
Princess!Reader: True
Zecira: I only found out hours after that
Princess!Reader: Magda and Frido had to spoil it and tell her about my identity rolls her eyes
Zecira: Didn’t stop me from texting her though smiles confidently
Princess!Reader: Of course not because Z loves a good challenge winks at her fiancée before turning her face back to the camera
Zecira: I do grins bright
Princess!Reader: And what a challenge it was for our both families to accept this entwines her fingers with Zeciras while speaking about it
Interviewer: Tell us more about it.
Zecira: Well, my parents were panicking quite a bit shrugs it off
Princess!Reader: They did until I met them for the first time, remember that love?
Zecira: That’s what you say, they still panic before you come visit them jokes
Princess!Reader: Same, to be honest
Zecira: No, you don’t. Wait, you do? gives her an astonished look
Princess!Reader: Yes, I always feel like I might not be good enough for you in their eyes.. bites her lip
Zecira: Even though you’re a princess?
Princess!Reader: That does not mean I'm the perfect daughter in law, love..
Zecira: It doesnt? winks at her
Princess!Reader: Oh you disagree, huh? looks at her in amusement
Zecira: I do nods
Princess!Reader: Maybe your parents will change their minds too someday in a hopeful tone
Zecira: What am I supposed to say about that, huh? hides her face behind her long hands for a moment
Princess!Reader: next question, please ? turns her head to the interviewer
Zecira: See, she never wants to talk about that huffs
Interviewer: I can tell. But what the swedes want to know how was the propasal and who asked the big question?
Princess!Reader: I did. Really.
Zecira: She did sighs
Princess!Reader: Much to Z's dismay, she even shed a few tears gives her fiancée a teasing smile
Zecira: I had an allergy! laughs
Princess!Reader: In our flat in London ?
Zecira: Yes !
Princess!Reader: So you're allergic to romantic moments ? sounds skeptical
Zecira: Maybe.
Princess!Reader: Maybe?
Zecira: Yeah, my nose is running and my eyes are watering when there’s an emotional moment. Must be an allergy throws her hands up in defence
Princess!Reader: No, that's called feelings chuckles
Zecira: It is? irony dripping from her voice
Princess!Reader: Yeah
Zecira: Oh
Princess!Reader: So yes, we can't wait to get married as you can see grins
Interviewer: I can tell. Any plans for the future?
Princess!Reader: Actually, we do, which one do you think we can tell them, Z ?
Interviewer: you have several plans? interjects
Zecira: Of course but we also know that some things can't be planned..
Interviewer: For example?
Zecira: Children getting serious
Interviewer: That’s… a big plan laughs surprised about Zecira's openess
Princess!Reader: It's but we..
Interviewer: Yes ?
Princess!Reader: Nevermind blushes
Zecira: Let’s just say that our future plans are not that far into the future offers a mischievous smile to the camera
Princess!Reader: Exactly, that might be a good end for our interview, right?
Interviewer: Usually I should end the interview but sure. I think we got enough gives them a satisfied look
Princess!Reader: thanks shakes the hand of the interviewer
"Let’s leave, love.", with a huge smile on Zecira's face she took your hand in hers to get out of the studio where the engagement interview took place.
Hopeful you looked up to the taller woman: "Right, someone has a game to play and I hope Frido secured a good place for me."
"I’m sure, she did.", the goalkeeper reassured you.
With a glance at your phone you answered with a nod: Ah yes, she texted me earlier and is already waiting."
"See you after the game.", your fiancée hugged you fiercly.
Cheerful you wished her good luck.
In a flirty tone Zecira replied:" I don’t need that. I got you here."
Suddenly Fridolina who was still healing from her knee injury appeared at your side:" Don't worry, I'll take care of your princess for you."
"I hope you will.", Zecira said.
Quickly the injured blonde football player responded:"Promise."
"You better should. I’ll see if she’s happy after the game.", the goalkeeper warned her teammate jokingly.
After the match, you were in the stands, leaning down towards your fiancée so you could kiss her: "Your saves were amazing, Zecira !"
"Just for you, love.", the taller woman answered, looking overjoyed about the win.
"For you, the team and me."
"Yeah, fine.", Zecira snotted.
Your cheeks were flushing while you admited:"But it sounded very cute from your lips."
Cheekily your fiancée asked:" How does another kiss from these lips sound?"
"That sounds perfect." , you declared before the goalkeeper was drawing you in for an even more passionate kiss.
"Come here then."
To our readers: Do you like this form of storytelling? Should we do it more often ?
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The 4 times Jessie realized she loved you, and the 1 time she did something about it
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w/c: 1400
a/n: really fluffy, hope you enjoy xx
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1.) Innocent touches
In the quaint town where you and Jessie Fleming  spent your formative years, movie nights were a cherished tradition. The sun dipped below the horizon, leaving the living room bathed in the soft glow of lamplight. The air was filled with the familiar scent of buttered popcorn, and laughter echoed as the both of you settled onto the plush couch, your eyes fixed on the flickering screen.
As you reached over to grab the popcorn bowl, your fingers brushed in a seemingly innocent gesture. "Oops, sorry," you chuckled, not noticing the subtle change in Jessie's demeanor. For Jessie, time seemed to pause in that fleeting moment. A gentle spark ignited within her chest, a sensation she struggled to comprehend. Lost in the movie, you remained blissfully unaware of the subtle shift
Jessie stole glances at her best friend, trying to decipher the warmth lingering in her chest. It was a momentary touch, but in that instance, Jessie felt the boundaries of your friendship expanding into uncharted territory. As the characters on the screen continued their antics, Jessie's mind was elsewhere, grappling with the newfound awareness. Could a simple touch hold the potential to redefine a relationship? She pondered the question, her thoughts a whirlwind of uncertainty and curiosity.
The characters on the screen continued your antics, but Jessie's mind was elsewhere, grappling with the newfound awareness. Could a simple touch hold the potential to redefine a relationship? She pondered the question, her thoughts a whirlwind of uncertainty and curiosity.
As the credits rolled, signaling the end of the movie, Jessie found herself lost in contemplation. The room, once filled with laughter and shared moments, now seemed to pulse with unspoken tension. It was a tension that Jessie wasn't sure she was ready to unravel, yet it lingered like a delicate thread, connecting her to a reality she hadn't fully explored.
2. The Shared Secret:
Under the watchful gaze of the moon, Jessie and you often found themselves immersed in late-night conversations. The symphony of crickets serenaded them as you confided a hidden passion. Jessie listened intently, not just to the secret itself but to the vulnerability in you's voice.
"That's amazing, you," Jessie responded with genuine enthusiasm. "I had no idea you felt that way."
you chuckled, a hint of self-consciousness coloring her cheeks. "Yeah, it's something I've kept to myself for a while."
As Jessie absorbed the weight of you's revelation, she realized the depth of the connection they shared. The trust and vulnerability exchanged under the moonlight created a bridge between them, revealing layers of each other's souls that went beyond the ordinary. It was in that moment that Jessie recognized her feelings for you were evolving into something deeper.
your conversation meandered into the late hours, topics shifting seamlessly between dreams, aspirations, and shared confidences. The night air held a certain magic, and Jessie couldn't help but wonder if this newfound intimacy was a prelude to a deeper connection.
As dawn approached, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, Jessie felt a mixture of exhilaration and trepidation. The shared secret had opened a door to unexplored territories, and she found herself standing at the threshold, contemplating the path that lay ahead.
3. The Comfort in Silence:
By the riverbank, where the flowing water created a gentle melody, Jessie and you found solace in each other's company. A lazy afternoon unfolded as they lay side by side, the sun casting a warm glow on your surroundings. The rhythmic sound of the river seemed to synchronize with the beating of your hearts.
"You know," you broke the silence, "these moments with you are some of my favorites."
Jessie smiled, her heart echoing the sentiment. "Mine too, you. It's like we have our own little world here."
In the tranquil intimacy of that moment, Jessie acknowledged the emotions she had been harboring. The unspoken language of your companionship revealed a longing that hinted at something more profound than mere friendship.
As you continued to bask in the serene atmosphere, Jessie couldn't help but feel a gentle tug at the strings of her heart. The shared silence spoke volumes, and she wondered if you sensed the same undercurrents that were reshaping your connection.
The rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds became the soundtrack to your contemplation. Jessie's mind, now a canvas of introspection, painted scenarios of shared futures and unexplored emotions.
4. The Unspoken Jealousy:
An unexpected wave of jealousy crashed over Jessie one day as she observed you engrossed in conversation with a new teamate. Trying to conceal her emotions, Jessie walked home with you, a subtle turmoil stirring within her. you, ever perceptive, noticed the change in her demeanor.
"Jess, is everything okay?" you asked, concern etched on her face.
Jessie hesitated before responding, "Yeah, just had a weird day."
you studied her for a moment, a silent acknowledgment passing between you. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"
The unspoken words lingered in the air, and Jessie, with a heavy heart, nodded in response. It was a moment of acknowledgment, a recognition that your relationship was evolving, and Jessie was beginning to grapple with emotions she had yet to fully understand.
As days turned into weeks, Jessie found herself navigating the intricacies of her own emotions. The unfamiliar pang of jealousy had unveiled a side of her feelings she hadn't anticipated. She questioned whether this emotional turbulence was merely a passing storm or a harbinger of deeper revelations.
The town, with its familiar streets and comforting routines, seemed different to Jessie now. Every interaction with you carried an undercurrent of unspoken tension, an uncharted territory that both fascinated and frightened her.
5. The Subtle Glances:
Subtle glances had woven an intricate language between Jessie and you. Across the bustling school courtyard or during family gatherings, your eyes would meet, linger, and then avert. Each stolen glance became a silent confession that spoke volumes.
One afternoon, as you sat on the porch, Jessie couldn't help but catch your eye. "What?" you teased, a playful grin on your face.
"Nothing," Jessie replied, her cheeks flushing. "Just... I don't know. Us, I guess."
you raised an eyebrow, a curious smile playing on her lips. "What about us?"
Jessie hesitated before admitting, "There's something about the way we look at each other. It's different, i just don't know why."
Your expression softened, and for a moment, your eyes locked in a silent understanding. It was a realization that they were navigating uncharted waters, and the unspoken language of stolen glances was steering them toward something profound.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the porch, Jessie and you remained in your silent reverie. The weight of unspoken words hung in the air, an invisible bridge that connected your hearts in ways words couldn't express. 
You leaned in closer and kissed Jessie's lips, embracing the feeling of her body pressed against you as the tension between you both heightened. Her breath came in quick and shallow breaths as you held her close, your hands caressing her skin and your fingers digging into her arms as your lips embraced. You felt her heart race against yours as the heat of your passion overtook you both. With the sun setting below the horizon, you remained in a silent reverie together as the unspoken words hung heavy in the air, connecting your hearts.
With the unspoken words finally broken and the tension finally let loose, you found yourself carried away in a flood of feeling. Jessie's body pressed up against you as your lips embraced in a heated kiss. Her breath came in quick and shallow breaths, her fingers digging into your arms as she embraced you. You could feel her heart racing against yours, the heat of your passion overtaking you both.
As your lips parted and your bodies separated, you both breathed a shaky breath, trying to catch your breath as you processed the wild moments that had just passed. and as you locked eyes, a shared smile broke across both your faces. It was a moment of realization, a turning point in the silent dance that had been unfolding for so long. With the weight of unspoken feelings finally acknowledged, you both leaned into each other, foreheads touching in a silent promise of more moments yet to be shared.
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lc-fics · 1 year
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Mason Mount - Call Me By Your Name 18+
POV: Dating Mason in Private and he is on the Twitch Stream
Contains: Mature Language 18+
Music Choice: Lil Nas X - MONTERO (Call Me By Your Name)
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I wrote this about the stream he did with Woody a while back but felt the need to post it on here now!
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"NO WAY" I can hear Mason shouting from the other room.
Tonight, was the night of his gaming stream on Twitch, I always stayed out of the way when he had anything public. We had been keeping our 'relationship' quiet, it was basically a fuck buddy situation that now had turned into a little bit more, most nights spent together, and days too.
I could hear him laughing and making remarks about Woody's performance, joking about comments on the chat. I knew he would be on the stream for a while, but I was hoping it wouldn't be too late. He had gone upstairs to get ready earlier, and I stayed downstairs, when I heard the shower turn off, I listened to his footsteps hit the landing before stopping at the top of the staircase.
"Baby, can I borrow you up here please?" he shouted.
"Sure" I said as I headed up the stairs, seeing his naked ass heading into our room.
As I walked into the bedroom, I saw his naked body stood within the dressing room, walking through where his gaming station is, towelling his hair. I feel myself internally groan.
"Not sure what I should wear?" he said, smirking at me, knowing exactly what he is doing.
"Well, I mean you could log on like that, I'm sure you would rack up a lot of views" I smile as his body comes towards me. His arms wrap around my back, my hands rise up to his naked chest, round his neck, across his tattoo. His lips connect with mine and I feel his semi pressing against my stomach, my tummy goes wild.
My tongue enters his mouth, feeling his warm lips smooth against mine. His hand grips my ass as I break away from our kiss, kissing down upon his neck. I hear him moan, knowing I am sucking so sweetly on the spot that sends chills down his spine.
"Fuck baby" he moaned.
I ran one hand down his abs, before reaching towards his v lines, brushing slightly against his thickening dick. I hear him moan again as I go to wrap my fingers around him.
A ringing can be heard.
Mason comes back to reality and reaches to his phone on the bed.
"Woody's calling" he says, connecting with my hand so that we are both wrapped around him, holding it still.
"Hey bud, you okay?" he says, smiling at me as my hand twitches, dying to move "Oh shit, I had no clue of the time, I'll be on in like 2 minutes"
I shake my head at him as he pulls a face in apology.
"Sorry babe, we will have to pick this up later" he winks at me, I watch his body walk into the bathroom, spraying some deodorant and aftershave while I pick him out a hoodie and some lounge shorts. He smiles in appreciation as he comes out the bathroom, throws them upon his body, kisses me once more on the lips and heads to his computer, headphones on, absorbed.
I lay on his bed, flitting through Instagram before heading to Tumblr, scrolling aimlessly. Then I come across a couple of live photos of him on the stream, from where I am laying, I can't see him, just can hear him. Comments rolling in about how hot he looks, fuck, he really does.
"Nah I can't see anything" Mason says, "Okay, yeah, lets reboot and log back on in 5" he turns his camera off and unplugs his headphones.
I stand from where I am as he slides his chair back.
"The stream has gone down babe" he said "So I may be on here a bit later, sorry"
I walk towards him; he pulls me onto his lap kissing me.
"Do you think you can wait that long for me?" he winks as he pulls away from me "Been laying on my bed thinking about me"
"Of course, touching myself thinking it was you right?" I wink back at him, as his hand travels along my thigh, reaching the shorts of my pjs.
"Just need to make sure you are ready for me later as this cock isn't going to suck itself baby" he speaks against my neck, kissing me.
"Who said anything about later?" I say as his computer flashes up.
"Mason, are you still there? We think the feed is working now so if you can put your camera back on and get ready for the game that would be great" says one of the guys on the feed with him.
I slip off his lap, between his legs and underneath the table, seeing the gap out the back of the desk open, thinking I can use that as an escape later on when I've done what I wanted to him. I place my hands on his thighs, pulling him and his chair back towards the desk. His eyes look dark, and he licks his lips, I press my finger against my lips as I slide my hands up his thighs, pulling his loose shorts down slightly, hidden from the camera. He picks up his headphones, plugs them back in and turns the camera on.
"Yeah, I'm here, sorry" he smiles "ready to go!"
I take that as my cue as well, reaching towards his hardening dick, working it slowly and gently with my hands. I can see his face from here, his eyes, the way his tongue is darting across his lips, trying to concentrate on the game, trying to not get distracted by me.
I work him up and down for a little while longer, keeping the pace, slow and steady, teasing him, building him up. He leans down away from the camera view, presses the button of his mic off and moans.
"Fuck baby" he moans as I shh him.
"Go back to your important game" I wink at him.
He clicks the button back on and lifts his head up, frowning at the screen, responding to his friend's questions through the headphones.
"I'm ready, yeah I know" he said with a laugh, my hand still tightening as I reach his tip, feeling the pre-cum coat my fingers "This will be the round, we will do it boys" he says, smirking, tilting his head back to show his smile, knowing he is struggling.
I lift myself up slightly on my knees and run my tongue from the base to the tip, swirling, sucking slightly before running it back down. I can see he is now fighting every urge to moan, he bites at his nails after biting on his lip.
My mouth sinks down on his dick, all the way to the base and back, slowly yet making sure I am keeping contact with all of him in my mouth. I hollow my cheeks, sucking slightly over and over again feeling him pulsing, twitching, eager to release. His head dips down out of camera view again, pressing his mic off
"Shit, you are gonna make me fucking cum" he moans.
I slip his hard dick out of my mouth with a pop, keeping my hand wrapped around it, "Good that's the plan" I smirk.
He lifts his head back up, presses his mic back on and gets on with his game.
I take him back into my mouth, faster now, more forceful, sucking and coaxing his high from him, wanting to see him lose his mind while trying to keep his cool. I hollow my cheeks again, taking him as deep into my throat as I feel him start to unravel.
"Ah no!" he shouts at the screen, aware that his current game has ended, he throws his head back in apparent frustration from the game, covering his face with his hands but as I feel his cum shooting out of him and down my throat, I can tell he is hiding the euphoria he is feeling.
When his faces comes back into view he is smirking, smiling, I can see that just fucked look upon his face that I have such a pleasure of seeing. I take one last lick of his dick, to the tip, before taking the waistband of his shorts and lifting it as he appears to shift in his seat.
I scurry backwards before slipping out of the back part of the table, standing, out of camera view, seeing him smirk, he looks up with a smile and then looks back down and I head back to the bedroom to wait for him.
Another 30 minutes pass and I'm scrolling through my phone seeing pictures of Mason on the stream tonight, laughing to myself at what we have just done until I hear him say bye and come into the room.
"Proud of yourself?" he says as I smile at him "Okay so you just had me quiet, now I want you calling out my name that loudly my neighbours know exactly whose fucking you"
And with that he strides over to me, lays his body on top of me and starts kissing me...
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jude5bellingham · 25 days
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imsg ౨ৎ levi colwill
pairing: levi colwill x reader
notes : popipo pipo!
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trulyhblue · 3 months
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Baby England
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Lionesses x Young! Reader (platonic), Leah Williamson x reader (platonic).
Warnings: fluff, a little bit of angst, coarse language, school, young reader.
A/N — still can't get over Sam's ACL. Like I woke up just to cry? No, thank you.
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The Games Room was quiet for what seemed to be the first time ever. The team was sprawled throughout the room, some of them on their phones, others by mountains of pillows. Georgia and Keira were in the indoor pitch juggling with one another. Alex was having a soft conversation with Hempo, laughing at something one of them had said.
The serenity of the room was something you didn't catch often. Usually, the hustle of the team would echo across the walls, loud pints of laughter and screaming coming from one corner of the room to the other. Lucy was often yelling at Mario Kart, and Ellie was always strutting around Table Tennis in triumph, while everyone else grumbled on about how she was too good.
But for now, it was silent, save for the low conversations from the different groups. Even Lessi and Tooney were keeping in check, sharing a rocking chair with mounds of blankets hauled over the top of them.
For anyone else in the room, it would've been extremely relaxing.
For you, it was anything but.
You wanted to snap your pen in half, feeling the fatigue of yesterday's game daunting on your muscles. The words on your laptop were dancing behind the blur of your eyes. You struggled to stay concentrated as Leah sat next to you, taking her eyes off her phone every once while to make sure you were actually doing your homework.
The Euros were speeding by quicker than any of you could imagine. The outcome of your results, and the number of fans that had started to compile over the weeks, was indescribable. This was your debut camp for the Lionesses, and while you spent most of your time on the bench, making late appearances in the 70th minutes of games, you wouldn't change it for the world.
However, with all the excitement and privilege that came with representing your country in such a prestigious competition at Sixteen, you were faced with the challenge of keeping up with school.
When you first signed with the Lionesses, your parents were determined to keep you in school. Your education was very important, and if football ever ended badly for you, they wanted you to have something to fall back on. Growing up through the youth groups, and developing skills in the Arsenal Academy, you were used to the physical and emotional demands of a professional football career. Your parents were incredibly supportive of your dream to play, but their underlying worry when you were called up to the National Team was daunted on them.
So, to make everyone happy, you decided to take on the complicated challenge of juggling both football and school. This meant that in your spare time, all you did was study for exams, take the exams, and then study for the next one. It was an endless cycle of school and work, but you knew that it would be all worth it in the end.
The worst thing about it was that none of the girls were your age. Some of them had Uni work to do, but you were still mastering high school subjects. The workload wasn't nearly as draining, and they seemed to have it all sorted out in a few short hours while you were spending all of your extra time peeling away your useless worksheets, essays and papers.
Lots of the girls were lenient. None of them liked the idea of you cooped up in front of a screen. Hempo would buy you some crisps from down the road. Mary would make TikToks with you, Beth would scoop you up for cuddles and a movie. LJ would pull you away for Mario Kart. All the girls believed that you needed a break, especially in such a stressful time.
But Leah was the exact opposite.
You had known Leah since you were seven. You had met her during one of your Arsenal Youth games, immediately looking up to her as an older sister and role model. Even as a teenager, Leah holds a protective arm around you. She was always ready to defend you on the pitch, not only as a Captain, but as a friend. She wasn't afraid to put you in line — she was the only one who could send you running laps if you were too cheeky. She was strict, especially when you parents weren't there to boss you around, and everyone knew that her authority over you was nothing to debate.
You were training with the Arsenal Women's Team while you were still at the Academy. You're not quite sure why you were chosen in the squad, as you struggled to believe you made the cut at such a young age, but the England Captain didn't hesitate to make you put in the work.
She was a bit like your agent, always persuading you to do something when you weren't sure what to do yourself. You still weren't signed with a WSL team, but as the Euros progressed, teams from everywhere were banking up to sign you as soon as possible. You tried hard not to delve too deeply into it. You knew Arsenal was a main contender, and that's where you most wanted to go, but your focus right now was the Euros... and the essay in front of you.
"C'mon, get it done," Leah ordered, scrolling aimlessly through Instagram, her hand carrying the weight on her head against the desk. You had been sitting there for over an hour, a total of one paragraph typed out on your screen. Outside, you could see Beth and Lotte playing Basketball. You threw your head backwards, groaning in respite. This was the last thing you wanted to be doing.
"No use whining about it." She spoke, still not looking at you. "'Might as well smash it out now so it's done."
"'Dunno what to write about." You grumbled, shoving your hands into your pockets. You managed to slip a glance towards Esme, feeling your hopes lift up when she gave you a knowing nod.
But of course, Leah caught the interaction. "Hempo, no." She snapped, sending the Forward back to her seat. "You don't get crisps when you've done nothing to deserve it."
"Leah-"
"-Get on with it."
You slouched back into your chair, making sure your Huff was loud and overly obnoxious. Leah had no reaction, leaning back in her chair, and continuing to scroll on her phone.
"Y/N." She murmured in warning.
When you made no effort to keep going, she finally looked at you.
You could tell she was over it. She wasn't obliged to sit with you, but it was an unspoken rule that she did, otherwise, you would never get it finished. The older woman secretly felt bad for making you do it. If it was her choice, you wouldn't be doing school during the tournament. She understood your reluctance, but both of you could guess the consequences of your actions if you weren't handing it in.
"You've got half an hour." She snapped, her glare darkening. If she wasn't strict now, it'd end badly. "If it's not done, I'll bench you."
From the corner of your eye, you could see Lauren stop her Lego abruptly. Esme was no longer looking at her phone, instead tilting her head away from the tension rising in an attempt to not get involved.
Leah didn't have the power to bench anyone, the older girls knew that. But to your virtue, you thought that Leah was capable of anything. An abuse of power, maybe, but it worked all the same.
You begrudgingly tapped at your keyboard, making a point to roll you eyes when Leah set an alarm for half an hour. You were determined to keep your spot as a preferred sub, refusing to let Leah feel all smug at the fact that you couldn't finish the stupid essay.
Lauren continued on with her Lego. Esme was starting a new bracelet. Beth and Lotte's giggles were drowned out by the determination written all over your face. Without your knowledge, more and more people began to cram into the Game Room. First, Lucy, then Kei and Gee. A few minutes later, Alessia and Ella were doing a TikTok, their voices growing louder as the minutes went by. LJ walked past with confusion written across her features. She leaned over your shoulder, eyes slightly widening at the page full of words. She glanced to Leah's phone and the timer, then at Leah, who was staring off into the distance.
By five minutes left, you had written nearly two whole pages. Your hands were cramping, and your feet couldn't keep still. Chloe and Katie were surrounding you behind LJ, waiting for you to snap out of your trance and notice the crowd that had complied.
You were reading over your final sentences when the door crashed open, revealing Millie and Rach running in frantically with a cameraman hot on their trail. Their presence was so boisterous that everyone stopped to see who it was, watching in curiosity when the two women started searching the room.
"We need the Baby!" Millie screamed, scrambling onto the floor to check underneath the lounge. "We need the baby!"
Rachel was running to the bean bags, dashing past Lucy, Keira and Georgia playing Mario Kart. Everyone laughed in amusement at the cameraman struggling to keep up with the two of them.
"Where is she?!" Rach screeched at Esme and Lauren, ignoring the fits of giggle the pair were in. "Where's the baby?"
"Over here, idiots," Zelem stated, causing both their heads to dart in your direction. The girls surrounding you were quick to scatter, knowing the wrath of the two women was not something easily escapeable. Millie was about to yank you from under your shoulders when Leah moved in front of you, her prior amusement halting, replaced with her usual sternness.
You were closing your laptop at the sight of the camera, beaming at the thought of freeing yourself.
"Not now, Bright," Leah uttered, wrapping an arm around the back of your chair. "She's got school."
Instead of leaving you be, the duo closed in on you, beckoning the camera over to your work sprawled across the table.
Both of them held tiny mics, holding them up to their mouths as they spoke.
"Here we've got the Arsenal Protege in her natural habitat. Born and raised in red, she seems to be researching ways to leave."
"Both Arsenal and Leah."
Leah's face contorted into deep offence. "Hey!"
"Yes, it appears she is." Rachel nodded vigorously, picking up your book, pretending to read it. "She has written down Aston Villa as her top contender. Not only is she fast, but smart too."
Millie hugged you from behind. "But we all know what side of London she's thinking of, isn't that right? Smart, little, blue she'll be, am I right, Williamson?"
The camera panned to Leah, who was not looking at all amused. The thought of you being at any other club felt absolutely gut-wrenching to her. Like her, you had grown up bleeding in North London. She wouldn't trade any other player twice as good as you if that meant you'd stay. But while she'd never admit it, Leah wasn't worried about you leaving Arsenal. She was more worried that you'd leave her.
"Over my dead body." She snapped, wrenching the Chelsea woman's arms away from you, swerving your chair back to face your laptop. "Now, off you go, she needs to get this done."
"I've finished it, Lee." You muttered, feeling embarrassed at the fact that fans would prune over the way you were bossed around. When it came to your figure in the media, it was mainly regarding your blamelessness in comparison to your more experienced teammates. You were often babied by the girls, and fans adored the interactions you would have with them, especially with Leah.
Your Captain looked at you, crossing her arms. "You promise me you're done?"
"Promise." Your cheeks heated as the snickers fell from Daly's lips. You nodded, slowly inching off your seat. "Please, Lee, I've been stuck here for hours."
"Yeah, c'mon, Williamson, let her come to the dark side." Millie barked, causing Leah to grumble at the notion.
It took her a few moments to decide whether or not to let you go, huffing in defeat when she turned off her phone. "Fine. But no Chelsea or Villa talk, swear to Go—"
You were off before she could finish her lecture. Millie had picked you up, lifting you over her shoulders as Rach followed behind. The three of you ran into the indoor training pitch, with the poor cameraman following after you hopelessly.
When Millie plopped you down, you engulfed the warmth of someone's lap. You craned your head back to find Jordan looking back at you, her beady, toothy grin beaming back at you. The Arsenal midfielder wrapped her arms around you as you made the effort to snuggle into her body. Jordan was like your second mother when you were away from home. She was an ongoing support that wore her heart on her sleeve. She was different from Leah's opposing relentless, being more of a calm before the storm, less sentimental but effusive nonetheless.
You were supposed to be Jordan's substitute during your time at the Euros, but her knee injury had ruled her out. Therefore, the woman was only there when the squad wasn't training.
You noticed the multiple cameras surrounding the couch you were all squeezed on, but the attention felt a little less daunting with the comfort of the girls around you.
"We've got some questions for you," Millie spoke, revealing some palm cards from God knows where.
You nodded, keeping your head on Jord's chest. "Ask away."
"Who is your favourite teammate?"
You thought to yourself for a second before shrugging. "Jordan."
Rach scoffed. "Boring."
"Yeah, next!" Millie rolled her eyes. "Who would win in a fight, me or Daly?"
"Why am I answering these?!" You laughed, shaking your head. "You could've asked anyone."
"Those aren't the real questions." Jordan prodded, leading the two women to laugh their heads off at their supposed humour. You looked around at everyone, extremely confused about what you were here for. There were a few PR Managers behind the media setup, all with clipboards in their hands. You managed to catch Jordan eyeing Bright and Daly, squeezing your body a little tighter.
"Yeah, yeah, we're just having a laugh." Mils chortled, straightening up before continuing. "We're to announce that Baby England here has been asked to answer a few questions on behalf of the team."
You watched the centre-back intently. "Why me?"
"Dunno." Rach shrugged, followed shortly by Mil's voice. "Just 'cause."
"Alright, then, by who?"
"God, you'd think with all that schoolwork you'd be a bit brighter."
Jordan huffed from behind you. "Hurry up!"
"Alright, alright." Rachel scoffed, taking out the same cards as Millie had, the England Lioness logo plastered on the back. "So, seriously now, how do you think the Lionesses have worked throughout the Euros?"
You were never the one to be faced with serious questions in interviews. In fact, you had only ever attended one or two. At Arsenal, you were in the Academy, meaning the media surrounding you and your team was very scarce. As a representative of your National Team, the two interviews you had been a part of were your induction and your Player of the Match award at the end of one of the games. You weren't used to being in the spotlight like your England teammates, but you were not opposed to being overshadowed by them either. You knew you had a lot to learn, you were happy to play alongside them.
“Erm, I'm not quite sure.” You posed, blushing at the laughter that followed. “I'm very proud to be a part of it… this is a big opportunity for me, and I'm grateful for having the chance to represent my country.”
“True English,” Mils said fondly, finding the camera with her eyes. “Modest as always.”
Jordan hugged you tighter. “Let her finish, Millie.”
“But I think all of the girls think that, even to a bigger scale than me.” You continued, fidgeting with your hands. “It's a home Euros so… we all want to bring it home. I think that's one of the main contributors — the pressure, but also the idea of winning. We all want our families and country to be proud. So, yeah, and because we all love football. That's a given.”
“That was a bloody good answer, Baby England,” Rach commented. Her hand was rubbing your shoulder, her legs crossed over each other on the lounge. The Defender behind her was smiling, propping herself into a more comfortable position before she spoke.
“Speaking of,” She smirked. “Are you bothered by your nickname ‘Baby England?’ Do you feel a bit bugged by it?”
You giggled into Jordan, your cheeks inevitably heating up. “Erm, yes and no. I mean, I know I'm the youngest but I’ll go back to training and the girls will be teasing me for it.”
“Do you want to stay in the Academy?” Rach asked. “What’s your plans after the Euros?”
“Not sure.” You shrugged. “Hopefully we finish with Gold, that's the hope, obviously. But, I’ll just have to see.”
Both women looked at each other, then the camera, hiding their smiles concurrently. Jordan and you watched in confusion.
“Should we start the list of offers you've got right now?” Daly chortled. “I can think of five on the top of my head.”
“Who’s your top five?” Millie continued, leaning in and mouthing her club Chelsea.
“Leah would kill me!” You laughed, shaking off the question. “I was talking to Lessi and Lotte about the States, cause my parents still want me to have an education. But to be fair, my agent hasn't told me any offers. I don't think she will until the Euros are over.”
“Well, you heard it hear first.” Rachel beamed. “Baby England to Villa!”
The Cameraman was about to end the video when a booming fury echoed from across the room.
All heads turned to an enraged Leah storming over. “I said no Villa talk!”
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yourusername — sorry @ rachdaly, no Villa talk
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milliebright — u say nothing about Chelsea, right?
^ leahwilliamson — don't even go there.
lionesses — football’s coming home 🫶🏼
racheldaly — I’ll find a way
^ leahwilliamson — no you won't.
user1 — Leah fighting for Y/N’s spot at Arsenal more than Arsenal themselves LMAO
^ user2 — she really said North London Forever
lottewubbenmoy — Baby England 🫶🏼
alessiarusso99 — beautiful girls
*liked by yourusername, leahwilliamson
User3 — is this an Aston Villa denial confirmation?
^ user4 — I think shes just referencing the YouTube video or Her, Jordan, Mils, and Rach.
^ user5 — shes got all these offers, who knows
^ user3 — she practically confirmed she was going to North Carolina in that video tho
^ user4 — 🤷‍♀️ you could say that is is an Arsenal Confirmation since Leah’s in it. Fr tho idk.
Leahwilliamson — my 🌟 girl
^ user6 — their friendship is so cute
User7 — All these clubs want her, WHERE WILL SHE GO
^ yourusername — 👀
^ user7 — STOP DO NOT DO THIS TO ME
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pers1st · 14 days
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just a spark
IN WHICH….
two players who really shouldn’t like each other feel… just a spark that ignites so much more.
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🎙️ the greatest of stories starts with a death and an offer.
pairing: leah williamson x chelsea!reader
genre: enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, smut (maybe?)
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- prologue
- chapter 1 (coming soon)
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yungbludz · 1 year
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victory — mm
AHTHOR: jesus i need to stop writing
SUMMARY: in which he plays against her dad’s team…
WARNINGS: none
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“And it’s another goal for Chelsea’s number 19: Mason Mount!”
You listened to the loud screams coming from the Chelsea fan, trying so hard to hide a smile whilst seeing their golden boy run around, his tongue sticking out. You had to keep yourself together as you sat in the box of the opposite team but you internally celebrated his goal. Manchester City’s coach cursed under his breath after seeing that Chelsea had added another goal to the score: 2-1.
“I wonder what he’d think if he knew his daughter is in love with me.” Mason had teased before the day before the match. You rested your head on his naked chest before slapping his hip delicately. He loved to bring up your dad and how he had managed to win his daughter over.
“I’m going to dedicate to you every single goal, baby.”
And he did. He really did. The game went on. It was just a few minutes after the 80th when Broja went to shoot his shot but Días took him down, committing a foul in the penalty area which resulted in giving Chelsea another occasion to score a goal. You hissed, watching as the Man City players tried to take the referee out of giving the opposite team a penalty kick but you all knew it was nearly impossible. You saw your dad throw his hands in the air, but not say anything because he knew it was pointless. That was a clear foul.
After a few more seconds you saw Mason position the ball and you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling to obviously.
“Three goals. Four if I’m feeling generous. But you have to wear my shirt.” He had told you, drying off his body with a towel. You scoffed, not buying his words but the player sounded and was dead serious.
“I am not wearing a Chelsea shirt next to my dad, Mase.” You explained. You would have loved to show your support but you also didn’t want to be disowned by your own father. Mason chuckled and put the towel down, his hands cupping your cheeks.
“Then you’re going out to celebrate with us.”
You thought his overconfidence was a bit over the top but you had to admit you were wrong. Everyone’s eyes were on Mason as he prepared himself to shoot the ball. And then it all happened so quickly, his foot kicked it in the top right side of the net and it was goal again. The number 19 celebrated again, holding his three fingers up as he ran around the field.
“And it’s a hat trick for Mason Mount!”
The game was near the end and even though Man City had tried its best to recover from those three perfect goals it was near impossible when Havertz scored the fourth one. When the clock hit the 98th minute it was game over. Chelsea had won 4 to 2 against Manchester City and there was nothing else left to do.
Your dad went to shake Potter’s hand, a fake smile on his lips. You knew he was probably disappointed in himself and you obviously felt bad for him and the players, seeing Jack congratulating his Chelsea friends before going straight into the changing rooms. You waited a second, enjoying your boyfriend being praised by his fans and teammates. You got distracted for a second, a woman asking you if she could pass so you stood up to give her space and when you sat back down you saw the unexpected happen: Mason was walking in your father’s directions, who was not paying much attention to the Chelsea scorer.
“Sir, those goals were all for your daughter.” You couldn’t hear their interaction but you could see the look on their faces. Mason’s smug never left his lips as he shook your dad’s hand who looked as if he had just seen a ghost.
“Don’t make me break your legs today, Mount, go celebrate with your team.” And with that he looked up to see you, the glare he shot you let you know that he wasn’t pleased with whatever your boyfriend of five months had told him.
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