#Niamh Charles fic

[thirstywoso]

Frustration | Niamh Charles x Reader

A/n: I haven't written a fic in around 7 years but after that "we are Chelsea" episode with Niamh I had to write this. It's not edited and it might not be very good but if you enjoy and want a pt2 or more fics send in your requests

Warnings: smut 18+ mdni

A little angst if you squint, fingering r receiving, oral r receiving, thigh riding, squirting, praise kink and masturbation

Word count: 3k

Let's go

Just like most days you were sat in the passenger seat of your girlfriends Skoda Enyaq, this time on your way to Jessie's new apartment for a bonding night with your other team mates.

Although you had your license Niamh preferred to be the designated driver in your relationship before you'd left your house you did insist to her that you we're more than capable of driving seeing as she had yet to drive around that part of Cobham. Just like you knew she would she declined and slipped into the drivers seat. Sighing defeatedly you huffed into your seat. Your girlfriend just smirking at you handing you the aux.

"Baby, you know you're my passenger princess and you are better at playing the car DJ" Niamh giggled.

"Fine!" You mocked offence.

Once down the road and into unfamiliar territory for Niamh you began to direct her telling her what lane to be in and when to signal even though she had the satnav on. She let you carry on a few times before huffing!

"Y/n/n, I've got it"

You knew she hated backseat drivers but you were just trying to be helpful, after a few moments singing along to one of the songs you had put on you'd all but forgotten not to direct Niamh's driving.

"You're in the wrong lane, Jessie's road is the last exit on the rounda... bout" you mumbled out the last part when you caught her eye and she had that stern look plastered on her face. You suddenly remembered what you had done, Niamh wasn't easily frustrated but you knew that was one of her pet peeves.

You could tell she'd stiffened up slightly where she was trying to keep calm and so you put your hand on her thigh and gave her a soft smile. She softened in your touch and smiled asking you to turn up the music as it was one of your favourite songs playing.

"Turning saints into the sea.." you sang in unison as you pulled up in front of Jessie's apartment noting some of your other team mates cars in the lot.

--

By now you had been at Jessie's for a few hours you'd all watched a movie, had eaten the pizza's you'd collectively ordered and had played some of the games as that's usually what you do at a games night.

You were currently playing Pictionary and you were on a team with Jessie whilst Niamh was with Guro, Aggie was with Cat and Zecira was with Nathalie. You and Jessie were winning by miles whereas Niamh and Guro weren't having as much luck. Yourselves mocking and teasing them, it was then you saw the way your girlfriends jaw clenched that she was genuinely annoyed at herself losing.

"Baby don't worry you'll do better next time" you laughed.

"Yeah baby, maybe we will go easy next time" Jessie mocked.

"Give over Jess, you know I could crush you any day of the week"

"Niamhy it's okay Jess was only kidding"

"Yeah Charles it's all good"

"Whatever, let's play a different game"

It wasn't often you drank considering you were a professional athlete much similar to the other girls in your presence, that's why at team bonding nights you all usually got carried away.

As it was getting later and you'd all had a fair bit to drink, Guro suggested that it would be fun to play a game of truth or dare. Which if it went the way it usually did would end in drama.

"Guro you have to go first as it was your idea, so truth or dare?" You questioned

"Hmm, dare"

After a few seconds of trying to come up with a dare for Guro, Aggie chimes in.

"I dare you to chug the rest of your drink"

"Easy" she retorted after swallowing her mouthful and tipping the now empty bottle upside down.

Zecira seemed slightly bored of the tame dares yawning slightly and took it upon herself to spice things up.

"Let's amp it up a little ladies, Jessie truth or dare?"

"Dare"

"I dare you to kiss y/n for at least 5 seconds"

"But.. Niamh"

"But.. but it's just a game Niamh won't care, will you Niamh"

"Sure go ahead" Niamh said nonchalantly, although when you looked at her to gauge how she was really feeling you could see a tinge of jealous behind the smile on her face.

"Fine"

With that Jessie leant over and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before pulling away slightly, before she had fully sank back to where she was sitting you pulled her back in for a slightly longer kiss which she reciprocated.

"Finally, that's what I'm talking about"

Zecira always loved in her words to 'liven the party'

After a few more rounds and the feeling of Niamh's eyes burning into you, it was your turn.

"I'm going to go with truth"

Nobody had asked you yet but you had already given licked whipped cream off of Guro's cheek and gave Niamh a lap dance which definitely did not start a fire down below for her and the blush in her cheeks was from the alcohol she was drinking and couldn't possibly be anything else. You saw a smirk appear on Zecira's face and almost regretted asking for a truth.

"Who's a better kisser Niamh or Jessie"

Everyone's heads whipped around to look at you, Niamh almost getting whiplash and Jessie's cheeks burning red. You hesitated to answer because it was such a silly question, well to you at least. You soon realised that maybe hesitating wasn't a great idea because Niamh soon got up and stormed out onto Jessie's balcony.

"Thanks Z"

You went out into the balcony and shut the door, Niamh didn't even turn to look at you, she knew you were there but in the moment she didn't even want to look at you.

"Why'd you hesitate y/n/n?"

"What..? Baby please don't be silly right now. I didn't answer because it's obvious, you're the best kisser out there.. not that I kiss other girls. I mean not that I haven't in the past but you know since you and me, me and you"

Niamh chuckled whilst she turned and cupped your cheek kissing you gently.

"Sweetie shh, I know. I just get jealous sometimes like maybe you could do better than me and Jessie is so amazing and after seeing you kiss earlier it just kind of hit a nerve"

You kissed her again in reassurance

"You know you're cute when you ramble though, I'm sorry I walked out. My emotions are just not as in check as I'd like them to be, what with your backseat driving, losing game night and seeing you kiss my best friend"

"You're just a sore loser Niamhy but you know I only ever want you"

"Well after that lap dance I really want you"

"I'm that good huh?"

"That good" she smirked

"How about we head home and we sort out how emotionally.. and sexually frustrated you are honey"

Niamh didn't need asking twice she grabbed your hand and dragged you back inside. Making some poor excuse about not feeling well and needing to go home and she will make it up to them. With that she shoved you out the door quickly following bundling you into a taxi home.

Your teammates looking at each other knowingly and giggling at Niamh's excuse this time because this happened most game nights.

When you got back home Niamh couldn't unlock the door quick enough, when you finally did get inside you both kicked your shoes off somewhere random on the floor as a tomorrow problem.

Within seconds Niamh had you over her shoulder carrying you to the bedroom, you knew all that extra time she was spending in weight training was paying off.

After kicking the bedroom door closed Niamh dropped you onto the bed making quick work of her clothes and nodding at you to do the same.

Soon both of your sets of clothes were discarded haphazardly on the floor, Niamh signalled for you to move up the bed. You pushed yourself back until your head rested on your pillows and Niamh crawled on the bed above you.

For a second you thought she was having doubts because she hoovered above you staring down admiring the way your lip tucked behind your teeth and your chest heaved with need.

"Baby, if you'd rather not tonight we can cuddle instead"

"NO" she practically yelled

"Sorry, no I want to but I just couldn't help but take you all in, I can't believe you're mine sometimes" admiration dripping off every word.

"Shut up" you giggled and gently slapped her arm. Which flexed under your touch causing your breath to hitch. Niamh smirked knowingly and with that pressed her thigh down into your centre leading to another gasp.

Before long her lips were back on yours deepening the kiss, feeling your tongue run gently against her lower lip. Sighing and relaxing into the kiss. Your fingers scratching gently and the nape of her neck and tangling in the fine hairs there.

Biting your lip and carefully pulling away, her lips attached themselves to your neck slowly trailing up and down sucking on your weak points. Her favourite was just below your ear where your jaw met your neck, she could spend all day there if you let her. Listening to the way your breathing sped up and the small whimpers you made.

Niamh kept her attention there for awhile before sinking lower, peppering your chest with lazy kisses before taking your left peak into mouth and gently sucking and rolling the bud with her tongue. She meant on her elbow and caressed your face whilst swapping to your right breast and paying it the same attention.

Her free hand snaking between your legs making you gasp as she hit the jackpot. Her finger teasingly fuming through your folds causing her to smirk against your chest, mumbling around your nipple causing the vibrations to stir something in your lower stomach.

"So fucking wet for me"

"All for you" your head stretched back against the pillow eyes screwed shut needing more. Tight circles started to be drawn around your clit before gliding back between your folds just before it became too much. She knew your body well and better than yourself sometimes.

Your hands soon found their way into her hair as she kissed her way down your toned stomach and along your inner thighs. She continued to tease you before looking up at you. Two of her digits circling your entrance, she gave you a questioning look which you answered with a small nod.

"Words baby, you know I don't find anything sexier than consent"

"I always want to make sure you enjoy what I do and that you want it as much as me"

"Please Niamhy"

With that she sunk two fingers into you, your back arched slightly and she pressed gentle kisses to your thigh as she worked herself into you. It didn't take long for her to find a comfortable rhythm and it helped with you being so wet.

Then came the sensation of her gently blowing against your clit which made your legs twitch. Before you knew it her tongue was gently aiding her fingers between your legs and darted out of her soft pink lips rapidly as she lapped at your sensitive bud.

Alternating between suckling and flicking her tongue over where you needed her most. More of your juices coated her fingers and with that she slipped in a third which was rewarded with a moan that ripped from deep inside you. Curling her fingers deep inside you whilst you grabbed and her hair pulling her impossibly closer.

"Good girl baby, you're such a good girl for me"

Niamh knew how much you loved being called a good girl during sex and it worked you felt yourself getting closer to your peak.

"That's it baby, you gonna cum for me"

"Pl..please"

"Go ahead"

With a few more thrusts you were coming apart underneath her moaning her name, which she would deny but was a massive ego boost for her.

She then kissed her way back up your body before using her hips to aid in thrusting her fingers harder into you.

"One more please baby"

Before you even had a second to think your eyes went white with pleasure and you felt yourself gush into Niamh's palm.

"Fuckkkkk"

She had the biggest dopiest shit eating grin on her face, so pleased with herself.

"I didn't know you could do that"

"Neither did I" you said shyly

"Please don't be embarrassed, that was so fucking hot"

Kidding you sweetly before asking if you were ready for her to pull out. When you nodded she removed her fingers making your legs twitch slightly as your pussy ached to me touched again after what happened next.

Niamh took her finger into her mouth swirling her tongue around them cleaning every last drop of you off of her digits.

Her lips reconnected with yours before you could even think of something to say, tasting yourself of her lips brought another rush of wetness to your core.

You flipped over your positions straddling Niamh's muscular thigh which she tensed below you. Her hands gently squeezing on your breasts as you ground down. Your sensitive nub bumping along each definition.

"You want more?"

You knew she wasn't judging you and was just more curious about your needs than anything.

"Almost there"

Your hips rutted against her becoming more staggered the closer you got. Collapsing back on top of her after your third orgasm. Groaning in her ear as you came down, only adding to the rush of wetness between her own thighs.

"Your turn" you mumbled sleepily

"Not tonight sweetie you're warm out, let me clean you up"

You didn't argue, you knew she was right and you were too tired to reciprocate. You weren't as worried as you would've been at the start of your relationship because you know that not every time is about give and take and some days it's just better to give than receive and visa versa. Although you'd never turn down your favourite meal. Niamh.

Whilst you were thinking about how lucky you were Niamh came back into the room with a wash cloth and some water for you which you happily sipped as Niamh carefully cleaned you up without trying to overstimulate you.

Once finished you cuddled up under the duvet, entwining your legs with Niamh's only for her to let out a little gasp as your leg connected with her centre by accident.

"What was that?"

"Nnnothing"

"It certainly didn't sound like nothing, you're still worked up aren't you?"

Niamh nodded her head but reiterated that she didn't want any reciprocation because she knew your body was exhausted.

"Fine, I won't touch you but I want you to touch yourself for me"

"Baby no, let's cuddle and get some sleep"

With that you gently cupped her discovering how wet she really was, she rolled her eyes in response.

"Please Niamhy, for me. I want to watch you get off for me"

Niamh didn't make an effort to move.

"It'll be incredibly hot knowing your thinking about me and then tomorrow it's my turn to treat you like a queen"

Niamh sighed knowing you wouldn't let up and knew it would be quicker to get it other with so you could go to sleep.

Niamh slid her fingers between her legs as you pulled back the duvet to watch. Her fingers slipped between her pretty pink lips and sunk into herself. She wasn't one for teasing when it came to herself. She had a job and she wanted to get it done.

"That's it baby add another for me, stretch out that tight pussy for me"

Niamh groaned as she added a second finger her brows furrowing and her lip caught between her teeth as she concentrated on your voice, you wrapped your hand around her wrist so you could feel closer to her enjoying the way her tendons flexed against your fingers with every thrust inside herself.

You didn't know where to look eyes darting back and forth between where her fingers disappeared and the concentrated and determined look on her face.

It didn't take long as she was so worked up

"Please can I cum baby?"

"Hmm I don't know"

"Don't fucking tease me, I'm so close! Please!"

You loved hearing her pleas and beg but tonight you just wanted to see her satisfied.

"That's it baby let go"

Niamh's head snapped back as she released. After a few minutes of catching her breath she disappeared to the bathroom cleaning herself up. She slipped into a pair of your training shorts and one of your old college tees. In return she brought you some of England shorts and a UCLA shirt Jessie had given to her one time after she'd gone back to visit.

She helped you into the clothes before laying down and pulling you onto her chest. Your head resting listing to her chest rise and fall rhythmically, your legs draped over hers. She kissed the top of your head and tucked you both under the duvet.

After awhile you thought she had fallen asleep as her breathing was shallow and steady.

"I love you Niamh"

"I love you too y/n"

"Now get some sleep"

[jflemings]

— phases

pairing: niamh charles x canadian!reader / part 2 here

synopsis: niamh is forced to watch you change

warnings: angsty angst angst, a lil smut, reader likes both men and women

a/n: this bitch is so long oh my god, part 2 won’t be this lengthy (hopefully)

♫ what’s queued masterlist

tryin' to find a new you but I heard you got lost

tryin' to figure your worth

what the hell does that cost?

niamh lazily lounges on her and jessie’s couch, her feet are comfortably propped up on jessie’s lap as the two of them share a big bowl of popcorn. zećira is sitting on the recliner to the defender’s left nursing her own bowl of popcorn, not paying attention to the way niamh shifts in her seat. the englishwoman checks her phone for what seems like the thousandth time that hour, groaning softly when she realises that you, yet again, have left her on delivered.

zećira doesn’t take her eyes off the movie playing as she speaks “she’s hanging out with the city girls” she says whilst stuffing a handful of popcorn into her mouth “i saw her on filippa’s instagram story”

niamh snaps her head towards her friend and teammate “who?” she questions uselessly, not even realising she was being watched.

“y/n” jessie answers, also still occupied with the movie.

“and how do you know that?” the defender says suspiciously, narrowing her eyes at the canadian

“i don’t” jessie shrugs “i just figured that’s why you were on your phone”

zećira points at jessie to confirm that she’s right, turning her attention back to niamh who’s nervously biting at her nails. the two women look at eachother with both confusion and concern before jess places a soft hand on her best friend’s shin.

“what’s up?” she asks quietly “something other than her being out and about is bothering you. what is it?”

“i’ve just heard that she’s been… i don’t know? different?”

jessie’s eyes drop slightly “she’s just sorting some stuff out, that’s all”

judging by the look niamh gives jessie, it’s clear that she’s not buying whatever her friend is trying to sell her “jess that’s bullshit. don’t sugar coat what she’s going through”

“i’m not” jessie defends, her face going hard “it’s not my business to say anything, niamh”

“she’s lost!” the defender pushes, fighting the urge to raise her voice and start a fight over something that isn’t worth it right now.

zećira sinks into her seat. jessie and niamh weren’t known to argue but she knows that you’re a sensitive topic given the fact that you’re jessie’s national teammate and niamh’s… ex almost girlfriend. she blows air out of her nose in anticipation as she watches jessie’s brows furrow and shoulders tighten, fully prepared to turn off the movie and sneak out of their house before they notice.

“she’s not lost. just because she’s trying to figure herself out doesn’t mean she’s lost, god” jessie defends forcefully before shaking out her shoulders and lowering her voice “let her figure it out. she’ll come around”

when I'm kissing ya, grippin' ya thigh

I realized you are destined and meant to be mine

jessie was half right, you had come around a week later, both figuratively and literally. you had texted her that you wanted to catch up and go out for dinner at you and niamh’s favourite shared spot which then led to the two of you making out on your couch.

you were currently straddling the chelsea defender, kissing her neck feverishly whilst your hands snaked up under her jumper and shirt. her hands grip your thighs and she throws her head back, a quiet moan passing by her lips with ease as you drag your teeth over her pulse point.

“missed you” you murmur into her neck “hasn’t been the same since i left”

niamh foolishly melts at your words, one of her hands moving to grip your breast through your bra “should just come back” she says breathlessly “team needs you”

you laugh lowly as you pull yourself off her neck completely and eye your handy work, guiding niamh’s jaw so you can get a better look “the team needs me or you need me?”

niamh wines when you undo the button of her jeans and slowly slither your hand into her underwear “is there a difference?” she questions breathlessly.

“i don’t make a habit out of having my hand down all my ex-teammates underwear so i’d say there is” you tease, brushing your fingers ever so slightly over where she wants you.

the defender is clearly done with talking. she crashes her lips into yours and leans forward, unintentionally causing your fingers to press to her clit. she moans into your mouth and shuts her eyes even tighter as you move your fingers “i need you too” you reassure her just as breathlessly.

as niamh watches you get off her lap and get on your knees in front of her preparing to take her jeans off, she decides that the two of you were made for eachother.

who am I to conflict with you living your life

just know when you call

i'm at the end of the line

no matter the situation, or the time of day, niamh knew that she would always be available to you. she knew that no matter how complicated your relationship got or how hard she fell for you, she would always answer your call.

she was always the one to let you come to her in fear that she would be interfering in your life. after speaking with jessie again, and kadiesha and ashley, she quickly realised that this really might just be a phase you’re going through at the moment. before you left chelsea you really did feel lost and like you didn’t belong. there had been nights where you were questioning your career and your place in your relationships, and everytime you had gone to niamh for some advice.

niamh remembers the night you decided that kingsmeadow was no longer home very clearly. you two were just sitting in bed when you’d abruptly said that you’d spoken to your agent about transferring and that arsenal, west ham and manchester city all wanted you.

she had been shocked but supported you regardless, reassuring you over and over that nothing was going to change for the two of you. in the beginning in truely hadn’t but the more settled you got with your new club, the further niamh felt you were going.

despite this, she would still stay on the phone with you when you’d call her at odd hours almost in tears because you were scared you’d made the wrong choice, scared that maybe you should’ve just stuck it out at chelsea. niamh would always interrupt you and tell you that you did what was best for you and your career, tell you that you had done all the growing you could with the blues.

that unwavering loyalty has lead niamh here, sitting up in bed at two in the morning blinking sleep out of her eyes and staring blankly at her phone. she knows that you’d only call her at this hour if you really needed her so she sighs and answers the phone.

“niahmy” you say quietly, your voice cracking in the middle of saying her name “i need some help”

she furrows her brows as worry begins to settle in her chest “anything”

hitting all the right cues

and you leaving your mark

but i know that ain't you

you're just playing your part, baby

since moving to manchester city niamh couldn’t help but notice how you’d changed on the pitch as well as off it.

people had speculated that you’d been brought in to replace hayley raso on the wing, having built a reputation surrounding your speed and the way you could get on the end of any pass and get the ball in the back of the net. you were also infamous for the non-aggressive way you played.

now though, you were getting yellow cards for shoving, shirt pulling, late tackles, the lot. despite this, you were still scoring goals and gliding past defenders with ease, leaving people to assume that your sudden aggression came from the way city was training.

niamh knew better though. the way you train doesn’t drastically change the way you play that quickly, especially since you were never one to play dirty. as she watches you argue with the ref over a yellow card and late tackle she can’t help but sigh and furrow her brows in disappointment.

it’s so clear to her that all you’re doing is putting on an act and filling a role you feel like you have to play. she rolls her head on her neck and crosses her arms over her chest, just hoping that you’ll end the little show you’re putting on soon.

jessie drops back and cokes up beside niamh briefly “i don’t know what she’s doing” she says quietly “she’s arguing a yellow that she deserves”

niamh sighs and uncrosses her arms, choosing to place them on her hips instead “does anyone know what she’s doing?” the defender says bitterly “if she wanted to hold up the match she’s got her wish”

“did you two get the chance to talk after dinner last week?”

niamh’s face burns “not really” she answers quietly, hoping that jess will just drop it.

jessie raises her brows and smirks “right. i still think you should, she really values your opinion you know”

“…yeah, right”

I'll practice my patience

while you're getting wasted

you’re bordering on drunk when niamh and alessia walk into the bar. the drink you’re nursing spills over the rim as you dance with mary, your eyes never leaving her face as you laugh and sway your hips.

niamh walks straight up to the bar before even going to find lauren to wish her a happy birthday, ordering her usual and finding a table to sit at by herself for a moment. to anyone else she probably looks like a miserable bitch the way she’s not celebrating her national teammate’s birthday but she knows that she can’t face you sober.

the defender sips her drink and scans her eyes over all the partygoers. she spots lessi chatting away with a group of girls and hums, grateful for the fact that she doesn’t seem to be pissed about being ditched almost as soon as the pair walked in.

niamh’s alone time is interrupted by a thick australian accent “you’re a very patient person, y’know that?”

the englishwoman looks up to see alanna kennedy standing at the edge of her seat. she’s got a party hat perched on the top of her head that reads ‘BIRTHDAY GIRL’ in bold pink lettering and the streamer pompon that sits on top of the cardboard looks like it’s been rugged at more then once. niamh smirks at the sight of the australian defender adjusting her hat before taking a long sip of what niamh can only assume is a rum and coke.

“what do you mean?” niamh questions almost stupidly

alanna sits uninvited and places her glass on a coaster “i love y/n, really i do, she’s great, but you have the patience of a saint”

it’s clear that the aussie is drunk, judging by her slightly slurred words and lax attitude, but niamh has a feeling that she means everything she’s saying. alanna waves her hand about and purses her lips “but you’ve gotta cut yourself some slack here charles, make a move!”

niamh rolls her eyes “i’ve made plenty of moves” she assures confidently, throwing her arm over the back of the booth seat she’s currently sitting in.

“not those kind of moves” alanna protests with a fake gag “have you told her you love her?”

niamh choked on her drink, spluttering and wiping her mouth whilst the city player opposite her just looks on with an amused twinkle in her eye. the question suddenly brings niamh back to earth. she’s sitting here having a personal conversation with a teammate of a teammate and she still has no idea what even lead to alanna sitting down with her in the first place.

the brit shakes her head just as alanna finishes off her rum and coke and slaps the table, standing abruptly whilst shaking her glass “until you tell her that, you haven’t made any moves”

you fucked with him but we both realize that he was bogus

I'm the one for you so why do I feel like I go unnoticed

I'm talking more than clothes hitting floors

we're falling off track but not the rack like a chore

the new guy you’re seeing is a twat and niamh would tell you as such if you didn’t have her in such a compromising position.

jessie, thanks to a fucking miracle, is out for the day and won’t be home until late in the afternoon, leaving you and niamh to be as loud as you want in an empty house. you’ve got her pushed up against the back of her bedroom door in just her bra and pyjama shorts, the latter of which you’re eager to take off, as you guide her hand into your own pants.

she gives you want you want slowly, ghosting her fingers over you whilst smirking, loving the sight of you squirming and almost begging for more. now that she’s got the upper hand, niamh pushes herself off the door and walks the both of you back to her bed, pulling her hand out of your underwear as she pushes you down onto the bed. you don’t have time to whine at the loss of contact because as soon as you’re in a comfortable enough position, you’re being stripped of your shorts and underwear, niamh’s fingers going back to their rightful place.

she runs a single finger over your folds, ghosting over your clit and back again in a repeated motion before using your own slick as lube and pushing herself into you.

you gasp at the intrusion “niamhy” you whine frustratedly.

“hmmm” she hums nonchalantly “you got something to say?”

“move. i need you to move”

she kisses her teeth and slowly pushes another finger in, absolutely loving the way your face contorts with pleasure “i didn’t hear a please in that sentence”

her dominant tone of voice has you uselessly bucking your hips in an attempt to create more friction “please move, niamhy, please” you beg whilst throwing your head back.

she slowly begins to pump her fingers, scissoring them every so often to ensure that she’s stretching you out enough “what would he say, hmm? what would he say if he knew i had you like this” she taunts, the cockiness overtaking her the more you beg.

the defender angles her hand awkwardly to thumb at your clit, her pace still not as fast as you would like. when you still don’t answer her she asks you again “what would he say y/n”

“h-he would say he knew” you gasp “he would say he knew all along”

“and why would he say that?” niamh taunts, now curious as to what your answer is going to be. at first she was just saying it to make herself feel like you had finally chosen her, like she had won.

“because– ah fuck” you groan loudly as niamh begins to tightly circle your clit “because he saw the-the hickeys!”

niamh can’t help but slyly smirk at the thought of her handiwork being on full display. butterflies erupt in her stomach at the thought of you stammering through an explanation, red faced and embarrassed that you had been caught and that he had figured out who was responsible for the marks that had littered your chest.

“might have to leave a few more, just to be sure he gets the hint”

even though you ain't mine it's the fact that I'm yours

you’re laying on niamh’s bare back tracing patterns down her spine delicately “what did you mean when you said ‘just to be sure he gets the hint’?” you question quietly.

niamh stirs under you ever so slightly before shrugging her shoulders “i don’t know, heat of the moment i guess”

you nod and begin to say something when your phone begins to ring from the bedside table. you climb off niamh and reach for it, pressing decline before texting back whoever was calling. you lock your phone and place it in your lap before turning to niamh sullenly.

your hand softly lands on the small of her back and you lean down to her ear “i’ve gotta go” your murmur, kissing her neck “but i’ll call you later?”

niamh nods and turns so she’s facing you. her mousy brown hair spills over her white sheets and her cheeks are still partly flushed from her comedown “tell him i said hi” she mumbles as you pick your clothes up off her floor.

you pause and fiddle with the shirt in your hands “we aren’t exclusive or official” you say softly, turning your back to her to avoid her eyes “so i’m not cheating on him”

“i never said you were”

“right”

I promise you, baby, I'm sober

just wait 'til you give in and finally come over

I can't wait to tell you

I told ya, I told ya, I told ya

niamh doesn’t really know just how she ended up in this situation.

actually, that’s a lie, she had spam texted you practically cussing out the guy you had been seeing on and off, insisting that you two were much better together.

now she stares at your contact lighting up her phone. she knows that if she leaves it you’ll eventually give up and just decide to text her but she so badly wants to just talk to you, she just wants to hear your voice.

niamh answers the call wordlessly, leaning on the wall next to the door of the club bathroom as she waits to hear what you’ve got to say.

“niamh” you breathe

“mhm” she mumbles back to you “what’s up?”

“you can’t say those things, you’re drunk and don’t mean them”

she scoffs loudly “i’m not drunk”

“well you should be!” you exclaim angrily “you can’t just say that shit”

“why not? scared your little boyfriend will see it?” she spits back just as angry, hurt and annoyance bubbling in her throat.

you go silent “he’s not my boyfriend” you speak quietly “but yeah, we’re going really well and i’m really enjoying my time with him”

niamh shakes her head and leans back against the wall, shutting her eyes and allowing a deep frown to grace her lips. she sigh’s frustratedly “yeah you’ll enjoy your time with him until he takes too long to call you back or can’t make you cum for the fourth time in a row. then you’ll come back to me”

“fuck you niamh” you spit angrily before hanging up without warning.

jessie walks out of the stall wearing a confused expression, her eyebrows furrowed and mouth pinched as she looks at her best friend expectantly. the taller girl offers no explanation as she waves her off, rolling her eyes and pocketing her phone before leaving the bathroom.

'till fate brings you home

I'll wait through your phases, phases

niamh is sat in between jessie and erin in the cafeteria picking at her food and only half paying attention to the mindless conversation being had at the table. the two of you hadn’t spoken since your argument two weeks ago and everyone could see that it was slowly killing her.

her usually bright demeanour was dull and drowsy and her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. a hard pat on the back breaks the defender out of her trance and she looks over to see erin’s smiling face

“she’ll come around” the scot tries to encourage “it’s not the end of the world”

niamh leans her head on one of her hands miserably “i’ve really fucked it this time”

erin shakes her head “no you haven’t, she probably just wasn’t ready to hear what you had to say. if the guy’s as much of an arse as you say he is then y/n will be back sooner than you think”

“it’s a phase for her niamhy” jessie assures confidently “her feelings for him are nothing in comparison to her feelings for you, you know that”

“the universe will sort you out, don’t you worry about that” erin exclaims with a final hard pat on the back “fate ‘n all that”

niamh smiles at her friend’s optimism, ducking her head to hide the blush that’s blossoming on her cheeks. jessie knocks their shoulders together affectionately before finishing off the last of her fruit and leaning into niamh’s personal space.

“all you’ve gotta do is wait it out. she’ll come back”

I'll wait, I'll wait through your phases, phases, oh

(girl, you know I'll wait for you)

[leah-lover]

Meeting again. Alexia × reader

Part 2

Reader comes back to Barca after 3 years.

The last 3 years have been a grind.

After I left Barcelona, I signed with Manchester city. Alexia and I haven't talked since that conversation at the door. My friends at the club were surprised at my sudden leave from the club we all thought I would retire at but I explained that I just needed a change of scenery and that if it all went well I would be back after one season. The fans were also shocked but I explained that for my mental health I had to leave and they understood that and supported my decision.

After I landed I stayed at Leila’s house while my affairs were getting sorted. The club was welcomùing and so were the girls. I had never played in the WSL before but it was a welcomed challenge. Their style of play was different, the culture surrounding the sport was different and so was the atmosphere, the support and the gay community.

All I focused on was my job. I Was friendly with the girls but never too close. I got fitter, healthier, faster, and more tactically efficient.

In my three years I won 2 WSL titles, 3 FA cups and 2 conti cups. We never made it to the champion’s league but the progress we made was enough for us to be feared globally.

My media presence and influence also grew. I had a disabled growth in the amount of following and input on the sales. Overall I was an entirely different person than the one I was before I left Alexia. The only true thing that mattered to me was myself and my growth.

By the end of my third season, after it had been decided we were the winner because of the difference in points between us and Chelsea, Leila came to me after practice one day.

“ hole chica, i need to talk to you about something.” She said after sitting next to me in the locker room.

“ Okay, go for it.” I replied.

“I noticed this a long time ago but I didn't know how to say it. You are giving my love. You haven't seen you in a long time. The cheerful, happy, complete you. Yes you have been doing well in other areas but you haven't been living a live amigo.” she said, caressing my back with her hand.

I looked up to her with a smile on my face, “ you are concerned, its cute, but don't be i am doing just fine.'' I said.

“ and that the problem you shouldn't be fine you should be more than, fine.” she said before I signed the camel out of her month. “ look so as to not hide anything from you, barca have contacted me.” she added.

Her statement has caused a jolt in my brain. Suddenly all the things that I had suppressed were coming back and all of Alexia back with it. But I stayed put and didn't move at all.

“ With Lucy now gone they need me to be the center back and want to build the old band back. They wanted me to open the conversation with you too but you weren't answering any of their calls or emails.” She said,

It is true Barca have been trying to contact you with no luck. The idea of barca was a distant thought in my brain. I couldn't do it. I couldn't be near her again, not when I just started to forget.

I remained silent and did not move, which prompted Leila to say. “ she drove you out of your club, your home, she doesn't deserve to stay in it while you suffer here. She should be the one suffering, not you. You love the chamipian’s league. You should go back and win it agin. You should fight to get back on the national team and play in the world cup. She has been getting a lot of the glory you deserve.” She was now angry.

“ Okay, I will think about just calming down,” I replied. I got my bags after that and left.

On my ride home all I was thinking about was the fact that she was right. I shouldn't hide away while Alexia is enjoying herself in Barcelona, not while she broke my heart.

As soon as I got home I called the president of barcelona. “ I heard you have a contract for me.'' I said as soon as he picked up.

The following weeks were hectic, me and Leila said our goodbye to the city girls and the staff. We packed up our bags and headed home.

This time she was the one living in my apartment. Our move has been kept quiet with only the necessary people knowing. The club wanted our home communing to be a total surprise. Leila and I negotiated both a multi year contract that we were both happy with.

After we were both settled in and at the start of pre season the club tweeted “ we can now officially announce that our og forward and center back are back safely home.'' The tweet was accompanied with a photo of both me and Leila signing our contracts.

The internet went crazy, we almost broke twitter with an announcement. I then thanked my city family with a post and logged off to prepare for my big day.

I was going to meet Alexia, the love of my life, the last person in my bed, my hero,and the reason for my heartbreak the following day.

I was very nervous so Leila opted to drive. We listened to music in hopes of getting nerves to calm down but with no luck.

When we arrived at the facility Leila held my hand and said “ we got this we are in this together. I smiled at her and started walking.

We went directly to the manager’s office. He gave us the rundown of everything and asked us to come to the field once we finished our fitness test.

We spent a couple hours in the gym getting our test done. Leila’s eyes never left mine reassuring me that everything will be okay. I managed to relax a little in the familiar space.

After we were done the physio asked us to go to the field.

All I could feel was my heart in my throat and the butterflies in my chest. Leila squeezed my hand to reassure me that it will all be fine.

I forgot what it felt like to be in the sun so that was all I was thinking about. Suddenly I heard clapping, Jonathan had introduced us to the team.

The first one to hug me was Ona, then Cata, Panos and all the rest except Mapi, Ingrid, Patri, Claudia and Alexia. They were all standing apart from everybody just watching as the rest of the team gave Leila and i hugs and kisses.

I knew this was gonna be hard but i didn't anticipate this. This will be more painful than hell will ever be.

[chelscait]

Ik you did a sleepy lessi x reader but could you maybe do one with Niamh, cause i feel like she’d be the clingiest when tired 🥹

sleepy. | Niamh Charles

You had just landed in Australia and to say everyone was tired was the understatement of the year.

You knew what was coming to you through the airport; a stubborn Niamh.

Since waking her up on the plane once you landed, she had been clinging to you ever since.

“Niamhy, i know you’re tired but can you let go of my arm for one minute, it’s a bit of an awkward position.” You worded out as you struggled to function through the airport with her acting like a Koala.

She did as you asked with a whine before settling with holding your hand instead, which didn’t make much difference but if you told her again you know she’d get moody.

Once you got to baggage claim is when you let her run wild. She stood in front of you, reaching back to guide your arms round her neck to snuggle her from behind.

You swayed back and forth in your position until you felt Niamh’s dead weight grow heavier and heavier.

“Niamh, surely you can’t fall asleep like this.”

“-m not. Just got eyes closed.” She mumbled opening her eyes to a squint to find you looking at her.

You smiled at her cuteness, leaning in to press a few kisses on her lips as this may be the only few hours you can act as a couple over the next few weeks.

You spotted all the suitcases come in and stiffened up slightly, awaiting arrival.

“Why don’t you go sit down, i’ll get the bags.” You negotiated as you pulled back a bit, rubbing your hand up and down her arm to warm her up from the cool airport air conditioning.

“Okay.” She easily agreed which made you furrow your eyebrows before she answered your suspicion by sitting down on the floor in front of your legs.

“Baby, i meant somewhere more comfortable.. you’re going to make your bum all dusty.”

She shrugged in reply, leaning her head against your knees which wasn’t very comfortable for you and for her.

It was a struggle trying to grab your suitcases of the carousel, but you managed with the help of Lucy whilst Niamh was still at your legs.

“Come on, get up, let’s go. How about we get a sneaky bar of chocolate in one of the shops? How does that sound?” You bent over to her head, only speaking loud enough so only she could hear.

She replied by lifting her arms up for your to pull her up, keeping one hand in yours once she was up and ready.

You kept your promise, buying her an overpriced kinder bueno before she happily snacked on it whilst getting on the bus.

You allowed her the window seat before scooting in beside her, Niamh immediately laying her head down in your lap as best as she could.

You played with her hair as you struggled to get her to sleep a bit more, whilst that was all you wanted to do.

“Are we nearly there yet?”

“No, honey. Still a few more hours.”

She rolled over so her head was facing upwards in your lap and you looked down at her, her eyes telling you what she wanted.

You giggled as you leant your head down pressing kisses all over her face as well as her lips before you pulled away, Niamh grabbing one of your hands to fiddle with your fingers.

“You guys are disgusting, some of us are trying to sleep here.. keep the PDA down.”

[trulyhblue]

someone asked who all my baby oc’s are and I thought I would share a little list!

bug jamie foord — bug and bingo

character traits — bubbly, compassionate, ambitious

- loves her bingo toy

- extremely outgoing + loves her aunties very much

- born on the 09/09/2019

- favourite food is oranges

emmeline y/l/n — brown-eyed girl

character traits — enduring, intuitive, sincere

- quietly spoken, incredibly empathetic

- fluent in english and norweigan

- born on the 21/02/2018

- favourite food is butter chicken

lilo ella mae russo — lilo’s sparkle

character traits — sympathetic, endearing, considerate

- fluent in Italian and english

- has a collection of every kit Alessia has worn since she was born

- is known for her constant choice of pink for everything

- born on the 02/09/21 (same as ella’s)

- favourite food is orange juice (drink ik but still)

I'm very willing to add more baby fics as they are literally my favourite thing to write ever. So pls send them in!!

[wosowrites]

Smitten for you (Niamh Charles x Reader)

warnings: none

a/n: let’s pretend Niamh was at the euros based off this request here

prompt: in which you and niahm are just completely smitten for each other which is shown during a day at the beach.

Opposites attract was not the way to describe you and your girlfriend Niamh. You were the same. Both cuddly, soft, hard headed, teasing footballers. You loved being around each other and just constantly cuddling. You had met Niamh as you had started playing for the junior lioness teams at the same time. You had been together since you were 15. Immediately, you clicked, finding comfort in each other. Now, you were 8 years strong. You had announced your relationship three years ago, receiving almost nothing but support and love from fans. Key word being almost. You had gone through a hard patch two years ago, that proved to be hard for the rest of the Lionesses as well. You and Niamh were both getting excessive hate, and the pressure had made you turn on wsh other. But other than that brief, horrid week, you were un separable. The amount of time you weren’t together was scarce, and you never got tired of each other.

Today was two weeks after the Euros win, the whole team was bathing in joy. You had all decided to take the month off and go to Australia. Partly to scope out the area for next years World Cup, and partly to soak in the sun and get a tan in before the start of the club season for some. You had all been in Australia for three days now, but we’re yet to make it to the beach. Getting everyone up and out of the hotel was almost an impossible task. But today, Rachel and Mille had taken it to themselves to make sure everyone got to the beach. They had chosen one in the outskirts of Sydney after doing research on it two nights ago. A quick search on google let them find that they could reserve a part of the beach that was private and they opted for that. The area was extremely large and had a beach volleyball net.

So, at 9:30, the girls came barging into your room, how they got a card, you would never know, and woke up Niamh and you. They dragged her quite literally out of bed to demand help to wake up your teammates around the hotel. At 11:00 you were all out the door and heading to the beach that was only a twenty minute walk away.

"I hate you Millie," you groaned, having expected to sleep in, cuddle with Niamh and then have a nice peaceful breakfast. "You won’t hate me when you see that beach, it’s amazing," she said, super smiley.

You groaned in response and stopped in your tracks to wait for Niamh to catch up. "C’mon baby, we’ll sleep on the beach," you said, draping an arm around her waist. She had put on jean shorts and a big tee shirt over her white bikini, while you had opted for light and white beach pants, choosing to just wear your black bikini top as a shirt. It was warm, and sunny, and you had sunglasses on to not blind yourself.

She put her own arm around your shoulder, using her other one to hug you as you kept walking. You giggled and peppered her face with kisses, happy to be with your girl. "Keep it for the bedroom, hey!" Leah yelled from behind you, making Alessia, Georgia, Keira and Lucy giggle. Niamh kept her arms around you and you used your spare one to flip her off while keeping your gaze forward.

Just to tease them, you stopped in your tracks and grabbed Niamh’s waist to pull her into you. She lazily draped her arms around your waist and you put your arms around her neck, kissing her passionately and smiling into the kiss. "EW! CHILDREN!!" Ellie screamed, throwing an empty coffee cup at the both of you. You squealed and jumped back, scared that there was still coffee in the cup. "We’re not 15 anymore Ellie!" You yelled at her, keeping your walk going but now surrounded by the younger keeper and the girls that had just yelled at you to stop kissing Niamh. "Well when I look at you both I still see the blushy 15 year olds that freaked out of joy when they held hands for the first time." Ellie said. "Oh shush, we’re way past that," Niamh said, winking at you. "Gross!" Lucy groaned, shoving Niamh and sending her flying to the side, making you all laugh as the brit took her bearings.

You arrived at the beach soon after, surprised to see that Rachel and Millie had seemingly actually planned out things. There were dozens of lawn chairs around the area, picnic baskets and a beach volleyball court. The water was shiny and blue and everything seemed rather…

"Dude, this is kind of romantic. Like we’re one big couple," you joked, teasing Millie. "It’s not! It’s just- it’s- oh you know what. You’ll be the first in the water," Millie said.

You didn’t have time to answer as suddenly you were being thrown over Millie’s shoulder and no one was helping, everyone choosing to record instead, even your girlfriend. Millie was strong, and buff, and she ran to the water with you over her shoulder and once you got to the water, she walked in ankles deep before flipping you into the water.

Your body sunk in the surprisingly deep water, hair floating, pants soaked, the whole package deal. You came back up, hair all over your face, shivering from the oddly cold water and your white pants sticking to your body. "Millie!" you squealed, pushing the hair off of your face and rushing out of the water towards Niamh.

Your girlfriend was quick to wrap her arms around you, making her body wet as well. "That was cruel! I’ll have to walk home with wet pants!" you scowled at her, laughing slightly as it was funny. "They’ll dry," Millie said.

Everyone chose their spots along the reserved part of the beach, pulling out towels and taking off cover ups to be in their bathing suits. Most girls started off tanning, but a few of the more excited ones jumped straight into the water. You and Niamh decided to tan a bit. Or more like you decided to tan and Niamh decided she didn’t want to tan more, so you lied down on top of her. You spent the first hour sleeping on Niamh, her arms wrapped around you and yours resting at her side. Your sleep was awaken hours later by screams and splashing which could only mean one thing, Ella and Alessia had made it to the water.

You woke up first, climbing off of your girlfriend and waking her up in the process. "What’s going on? Come back," she said drowsily. "Nope, it’s water time. Literally everyone is in the water. Let’s go!" you begged Niamh, grabbing her hands and pulling her off the lawn chair.

You held her hand in yours as you pulled her to run towards the water. The splashing water chilled your bodies as you made your way into the sea, jumping into the blue ocean together.

"Cold! Fucking cold!" Niamh groaned, hugging her body. "At least you have a girlfriend to warm you up!" Mary scowled, splashing more water onto the young woman.

You all spent the next hour doing chicken fights, playing water volleyball, and just swimming in general before some of the girls decided they were going to go eat. "Go set it up! We’ll be there in a second," Niamh said, calling after the girls that were climbing out of the water.

Niamh turned to you, pulling you in by your waist and letting her thumbs slide under the sides of your bikini bottom. "Here? Really?" you laughed, looking into her eyes and subconsciously doing the triangle method.

"No, nothings going to happen. I just want to tell you that I’m really lucky. And I know I say I love you a lot but I really do. I want you to know to what extent I do," Niamh said, moving a hand up to brush wet strands of hair off of your face, and then rubbing her thumb up and down your cheekbone. You kept on looking into her eyes, tilting your head gently and smiling at her softly. "Where is this coming from, my love?" you said softly, wrapping your arms loosely around her neck and pulling her in. The water was about waist deep, and your bodies stuck together in the ocean, nothing had ever felt more romantic. "To be honest that bathing suit is just really doing it for me," Niamh teasingly whispered into your ear.

You pulled away from her and jokingly pushed her backwards, sending her stumbling. You hadn’t meant to push her hard enough for her to fall, but she went tumbling into the water, disappearing into its ocean blue. You quickly covered your mouth with your hands, shock in your eyes. But as your girlfriend emerged, the shock turned into laughter. "I’m sorry baby," you giggled, not sounding sorry at all.

"Oh i’ll show you sorry," Niamh said, rushing towards you and body checking you under the water.

You dragged her down with you, your eyes both open as you looked at each other in the water. It felt like a movie, all very disney, but gay.

She kissed you, the salty ocean water in your eyes should have hurt, but it didn’t, not really.

You both emerged gasping, clinging to each other and giggling.

The rest of the day was spent eating, playing frisbee and volleyball, and just having fun. When you got to the hotel, you laid down in your bed and scrolled on instagram. On Ellie’s story, a video of you and Niamh in the water, you pushing her, her pushing you, your laughter and fun radiating through the phone.

Little lovebirds, it was captioned.

[l-e-e-woso]

131 with niamth charles

Wasn't The Same - Niamh Charles

Italics = Spanish

Prompt 131 - “I’ll spend a thousand lifetimes coming back to you.” 

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You had grown up in Barcelona and the football culture was everywhere, I mean Camp Nou was a 15 minute walk from your home, nothing could get better than that…right?

That’s where you were wrong, it could get better. Unknown to you, your parents had signed you up to play in the Barcelona youth team and somehow you got in. 

It had become very clear very fast to the coaches that you had a lot of talent at the sweet age of 10. Which is when you became the Captain of the youth team until 2014 when you tore your ACL at the age of 15 which is devastating for an adult nevermind a young child. 

After a year of rehab you got back on the field but it wasn’t the same as before, it was like a switch had been flipped. You tried to not throw yourself into tackles, passes wouldn’t connect, giving the ball away at crucial moments in the game, distancing yourself from teammates, not going to team bonding at all and turning up late or not at all to training.

This caused the manager to give you the talk because he gave you a year after your rehab to get your act together but it did not work. He didn’t want to let you go because he knew what type of player you could be but he couldn’t take any more chances on you. So you got transferred to Liverpool in 2016 where you played until 2019 when Barca placed a bid on you which Liverpool could not say no to.

Playing for the Barca first team had always been your dream since you saw Messi when you were a little girl and Alexia when you were in your teens. It had been your ultimate goal to be able to play on the same team as La Reina Alexia Putellas.

Now Alexia was like your older sister and best friend, where you found one of them the other wasn’t far behind. This had caused the fans to start speculating things about the two of you, which you both quickly put to rest saying that the two of you were basically siblings.

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When you transferred to Liverpool at the age of 17 you were very nervous, you hadn’t been to another country ever so this was a very new experience for you but you knew you had to power through it if you ever wanted to get back to play for Barca.

Suddenly everything changed when you met Niamh Charles, even though you knew very little English the two of you instantly hit it off.

After just a few months at the club you and Niamh started dating, the whole team thought the two of you were adorable and constantly teased the both of you. Over the four years you were at Liverpool your and Niamh’s relationship only got stronger.

The two of you were starting to take the next step in your relationship aka moving in together, you got told that you were being transferred back to Barca and you just couldn’t say no which left Niamh heartbroken but ultimately she understood. You told her it was a four year contract and you would come back after the contract ended.

_________________________

When you got to Barca you were in awe of all the players, especially Alexia. I mean she was your idol and you were playing in the Barca first team with her. This caused a lot of your new teammates to tease both you and Alexia.

After about two and a half years you were starting to feel very depressed without Niamh beside you so you turned to Alexia for help because you simply did not know what to do.

One day you just turned up to Alexia’s apartment with tears streaming down your face which caused her to look at you in concern when she opened the door. “Y/n? What are you doing here? It’s 1am.” Alexia says while letting you into her apartment and sat down on her sofa while you cuddled into her side.

“I don’t know if I can do this without her…I cannot go another year without Niamh. We were talking on facetime the other night. She was saying that she doesn’t know if our relationship is going to last much longer if we continue to be separated.” You say as tears stream down your face and you grip onto Alexia’s shirt tightly as she rubs your back trying to sooth you.

“Look I’ll talk to Jona, he will most likely want you to stay till the end of this year and then he could look into transferring or loaning you to the WSL. I’m not promising anything but I will try my best to help you.” Alexia pulls you into her tightening her arms around you and presses a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Thank you Ale…” You mutter as you drift off into a deep sleep on Alexia’s shoulder.

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Whatever Alexia did, it worked. You were transferring to Chelsea, you couldn’t thank Alexia enough, you told her that if she ever came to London she could stay with you to which she obviously said yes.

At this precise moment you were walking to your first training session with Chelsea. You already knew literally already knew all of the girls thanks to your daily facetimes with Niamh.

Niamh was currently facing away from you talking to Guro, Erin and Sam when they spotted you but you put your finger to your lips because you wanted to surprise Niamh.

You crept up behind Niamh and wrapped your arms around her waist then whispered in her ear. “I told you I’ll spend a thousand lifetimes coming back to you.” This caused Niamh to gasp before turning around and kissing you passionately as a few tears travelled down her face. 

“You asshole! You didn’t tell meeeee!” Niamh pouted at you which made your heart beat like a thousand times faster than it already was. “But…I love you.” Niamh whispers as she pecks your lips as her arm around your neck so you couldn’t move anywhere. 

“I love you with my whole heart Niamh Charles…”You whisper back to her with your thick Spanish accent and a huge grin.

The two of you pull away from your hug to see most of your new Chelsea teammates looking at the both of you with small smiles.

“I’m glad you're finally here! You have no idea how much she talks about you, she never shuts up!” Sam says as she points at Niamh as most of the team laugh at Niamh’s embarrassment which causes you to chuckle.

“Aw you talked about me!” You say in a teasing tone so Niamh playfully pushes you and glares at you. “Shut up…” Niamh blushes but you knew she would get her payback once the two of you got home later that night.

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Taglist:   @sofakingwoso @dutch-gay86 @gt713 @mmmmokdok @xxforeverinadayxx  

[inuyashaluver]

ello! can i request a sisters bestfriend fic with niamh charles where youre jessie flemings sister and came to live with her and meets niamh and they fall in love

sister’s best friend - niamh charles

niamh charles x reader

description: in which your sister’s best friend are secretly dating, until your sister spots a hickey and it all comes crashing down

warnings: flirty, swearing, little long

a/n: this is a cute request hehe!!, thank you for the request, love, enjooyyyy!! ❤️ feeding you all with niamhy content x

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you and your girlfriend, niamh had a funny start to your relationship, through mutual pining and endless amounts of flirting, you began to date secretly, until it was blasted out to your sister.

—

you were also a footballer, playing alongside your older sister your whole life. the fleming sister duo was relentless and everyone knew that, hence why clubs would offer you both package deals just have you under their belts.

and so, in 2020, you and jessie were offered deals as a winger and a midfielder for chelsea, both of you agreed.

your sister may seem shy but she was always the one that made friends first. it took you quite a while to warm up to new people, not because you had anything against them, it was just..difficult for you.

it was one of the main reasons you confided in your sister but she didn’t mind, you were best friends and she wanted to protect her little sister no matter what.

the first time you and jessie went to training, you were extremely nervous. you stayed back while jessie acquainted herself with everyone, one person she particularly took a liking to was niamh.

you were changing into your boots when someone plopped down on the bench next to you, you look up to see niamh looking at you with a bright grin. “hey, you’re (y/n) right?” she questioned, you nod and smile shyly at her. “hi, you’re niamh?” you ask softly, she nods back at you, mirroring your shy smile.

you engage in small talk, finding yourself extremely comfortable around niamh. jessie, also changing into her boots beside you, looks pleasantly surprised to see you making friends. throwing you a wink and a thumbs up when you glance over at her.

you could all tell you were going to be best friends.

—

one day during training, you and jessie pair up for drills. during a mini game, you and jessie are on the same team while niamh is placed on the other. niamh makes an effort to be the one marking you for the match.

the girls obviously knew of yours and jessie’s reputation but seeing the two of you work your magic on the pitch was intimidating even for them, they were glad to have you on their side.

everytime you got the ball, it was difficult, niamh was able to predict your every move and it got you frustrated. it was the fourth time she was able to clear the ball from you, and when she heard you groan she laughs.

“good thing we’re teammates after all this, huh, fleming?” she says cheekily, running beside you as you watch the other team get a goal when sam gets a hold of the ball.

“yeah yeah, charles, whatever” you tease, trying to shake it off before the next play started. whenever niamh would mark you, her hand would make its way to your waist. it made you nervous, it made you even more nervous that she’d see the effect she has on your poor cheeks but she does. and she loves it.

—

you smile when you see jessie and niamh joking around with each other, they were goofing off and play fighting when jessie yells your name, causing you to turn and smile amusingly at them. they had gotten so close in a short amount of time, it was incredibly cute.

“help your sister!” jessie pleads, niamh was fully on top of her and pressing her into the grass of the pitch, you laugh while shaking your head and drinking your water just watching.

“no, (y/n), don’t help your sister!” niamh laughs, looking up at you with a charming smile that made your stomach swarm with butterflies.

“jess, i can’t really do anything” you shrug, laughing at your sister’s expression of betrayal, suddenly, she whispers something to niamh that you can’t hear, they both look up at you with mischievous grins and you make a run for it.

“get her!” jess exclaims, both of the girls hot on your trail as you sprint as quick as you could away from them, dropping your water in the process that jessie quickly picks up.

niamh reaches you first, lifting you up off the ground causing you to let out a little yelp of surprise.

“sorry, she put me up to this” niamh says lowly in your ear, you were sure you were bright red at this stage. niamh places you on the ground and straddles your waist, pushing you into the grass with her hips as she held your hands with hers, smiling at you apologetically but also cheekily.

jessie then bolts over, squeezing the entire contents of your water on you and niamh. you both gasp in surprise, obviously the water was just meant for you. jessie laughs loudly, bending over and holding her stomach while you both look at each other, drenched and in shock.

niamh still above you, rips off her training top and chucks it at a now running jessie, she’s now left in just her sports bra. you look up at niamh with an unreadable expression, she laughs when jessie falls over before she looks down at you, mouth slightly agape when your eyes meet. “oh, sorry!” niamh exclaims, moving off you and holding your hands to help you up.

“it’s okay” you breathe out, now unable to look at her. niamh swears her heart stops when she sees you take off your wet shirt also, watching as you wring it out with a shake of your head. both of you walking together in just your sports bras and shorts has you both extremely nervous, both of you internally conclude you like each other.

when you both near the change room, you both try to get into the door at the same time but failing. you both laugh and niamh places a hand on the small of your back to let you go first. your skin burns under her contact, slightly disappointed when her hand leaves.

at yours and niamh’s red cheeks, jessie looks at you challengingly, narrowing her eyes at both of you. she quickly lets it go, there’s nothing there and she knows it. (silly)

—

at yours and jessie’s flat, niamh would come over quite often as she lived really close, hanging out in your living room with jessie. sometimes you would hang out with both of them, not missing the way niamh’s eyes would brighten when you would sit next to her. at this point, both you and niamh knew you liked each other, you were both waiting to see who would make the first move.

you and niamh would shamelessly flirt with each other, surprised your sister wasn’t at least suspicious about the two of you. she thought it was innocent and just the dynamic between the two of you. the tension was growing between the two of you and everyone knew it, except for jessie.

—

it was a random game day, all of you agreed to carpool in jessie’s car. when you arrived at niamh’s place, jessie told you to go and get her, you hesitated but nonetheless got out of the car and knocked on the girl’s door with a shy smile.

she opens the door with a bright grin, she winks at you before bending down slightly to catch a glimpse of jessie’s car. “i need five minutes!” niamh yells, jessie just nods and waves her off, scrolling on her phone.

niamh smiles and nods her head to her door, inviting you inside. “you look pretty” she says sweetly, closing the door after you enter.

you shake your head amusingly, giving her a light shove, “you’ve seen me look like this almost everyday, charlesy” you smirk, she laughs and moves slightly closer to you, “yeah i know, but you look really pretty” she challenges, you smile and move slightly closer to her as well, making her smile nervously.

“you look really pretty as well” you say shyly, niamh moves her hand up to pinch your cheek quickly, moving quickly to grab her kit bag from her room.

you wait by her door, smiling when she comes out from the room, “got everything?” you question, you watch as niamh opens her bag and gives it a quick glance before nodding.

she walks up to you with a cheeky smile and you narrow her eyes at her, “i need to do one more thing” niamh claims, you nod, “hurry up then” you place a hand on the strap of her bag and she tugs the bag forward, causing you to stumble directly into her arms.

you look up at her in shock, both of you pink in the cheeks at the proximity. she trails her eyes over your features before settling on your lips, looking at your eyes quickly. you nod and she smiles, closing the gap and kissing you softly, you lean into her, placing a hand on the back of her neck to keep her close to you, she moves her hand to your waist, pressing you against her as you share the kiss.

she pulls away with a quick peck, you giggle once you pull away.

“what’s so funny?” she teases, kissing your lips once more to stop your little fit of giggles. “the time you finally make a move is when my sister is waiting for us outside to drive us to a game” you lean up to kiss her again, she tries to deepen it but you push her away gently,

“you look so good, i couldn’t help myself” she retorts, tugging her bag over her shoulder and winking at you. “let’s go then, pretty girl” she smiles cheekily at you, placing her hand on the small of you back and directing you to the car.

after fighting about who should have the front seat, niamh begrudgingly settles in the front seat when you squeeze her bicep warningly.

“five minutes? that was 7” jessie groans, starting the car again and driving off. “didn’t realise you were counting, baby canada” you tease, jessie glares at you in the rear view mirror and you and niamh stifle giggles when she curses you under her breath.

niamh subtly moved her hand behind the back of the front seat, you move your hand towards hers and hold it gently. when your hands make contact, she squeezes it every so often, making you both smile.

—

when you arrived at the game, you and niamh would look at each other subtly, giving each other little heart attacks when you would touch one another. whether it was a hand on the arm or back, it would have you both extremely shy.

during the game, you were passed the ball from jessie, you work it upwards towards the goal and see niamh open, you make eye contact quickly before sending it to her, letting out a bright smile when she sends it to the back of the neck.

you can’t help but laugh when she bolts over to you and lifts you off the ground, you subtly kiss the top of her head when you cradle her head to your chest. it was quick but felt slow motion to you and niamh. the moment between the two of you was interrupted when your sister hugs you both, kissing your cheek affectionately before she claps niamh on the back.

when you and niamh get into the change rooms first after full time, niamh hugs you again tightly, kissing your cheek repeatedly making you laugh brightly. “you’re the best” she gushes, kissing your lips quickly before pulling away before anyone comes in. “you’re the best” you mock her accent, receiving a little shove from her when you laugh a bit too much at her look of shock.

—

jessie drives you all back to your flat, all of you collapsing on the couch exhausted. you and niamh huddle up under a blanket as you watch a movie, you were cuddled up into her side as she drapes an arm over your shoulder, your legs intertwined under the blanket.

jessie smiles at the both of you, before focusing back on the movie. (she’s clueless and both of you can’t believe it) niamh absentmindedly rubs her thumb on your shoulder as she pulls you closer, occasionally whispering in your ear and making you both giggle with each other.

at one point, jessie stands up and claims she’s going to bed, “night, see you at training, niamh?” jess asks tiredly, halfway near her room as she spoke. “yep, night!” niamh yells after her, waiting for her to close the door before turning to you with a big smile immediately.

“i think it’s too late for you to go home, niamh, i think you should stay here to be safe” you say shakily as she kisses your cheeks softly. she hums against your skin, “it’s half past eight, baby” niamh says teasingly, letting her lips kiss all over your face.

“and? half past eight is late, you can sleep in my room” you smirk, she giggles and nods, leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss, she cradles your jaw with one of her hands to keep you close to her, letting out a little gasp of surprise when your tongue swipes against her bottom lip.

at that, she quickly hoists you up on her waist, clumsily walking towards your room without breaking the kiss.

she closes your door gently and lays you down on the bed, pulling away breathlessly to look at you as she hovers over your body. you smile at her lovingly, her heart beats out of her chest. you both spend the night making out, the girl leaving a couple of marks on your body but you dismiss it, no one would see it anyway.

—

you woke up early in the morning for training, niamh sleeping soundly on top of you, her chest rising and falling as her arms are wrapped around your waist, head on your chest and your legs were tangled in the sheets.

you slot a hand through her hair, “niamhy” you say softly, smiling as she stirs. “niamh” you whisper, this girl needed to go home asap to get ready for training. “baby” you plead and suddenly the girl is wide awake, hovering over you with a smirk and kissing your lips quickly. “oh you little shit” you laugh when she parts from you, she squeezes your hips gently before getting out of bed, you let her out quickly, not before she pecked your lips repeatedly as you shoved her out the front door.

you get dressed for training and wait for jessie, “you’re up early” she says surprised when she walks into the kitchen. you shrug and hand her a protein shake, she takes it looking at your rare cheery self in the morning before grabbing her back and heading to the car. you were picking up niamh again.

when you pulled up to her place, jessie nods her head to the door and you excitedly get out to retrieve niamh.

when you knock on the door, it’s answered almost immediately, she grabs your hand excitedly and pulls you inside, yelling to jessie “give me 5 minutes!” again jessie waves her off and goes on her phone.

niamh smiles at you brightly before gripping your hips and pressing you against the door, kissing you sweetly. “hello, beautiful” she whispers against your lips, “hi, baby” you grin, pecking her lips quickly. she rushes to her room to get her kit bag, giving you a wave of deja vu. “got everything?” you smile, “no” she smirks and quickly kisses you, moving your lips with hers before she hastily pulls away.

“will you be my girlfriend?” she asks nervously, you grin brightly and nod your head, she pulls you closer and kisses you until you’re absolutely breathless.

slinging an arm over your shoulder while she opens the door and heads to the car.

—

training goes well, you pair up with jessie to keep her off your back, a few of your teammates caught the lingering looks and touches with niamh and smirked at you knowingly. it was clear everyone knew but your sister.

it was until all of you were in the change room and were getting changed to go home, you take off your training top and completely forget about your current appearance under the shirt. you hold your hoodie in hand about to change before you hear a fearful screech coming from your sister beside you.

“what the fuck are these?” she cries, staring at you chest completely bewildered.

niamh tenses from the other side of the room when she hears the scream, looking over at you nervously. everyone was watching you expectantly, “they’re bruises jess, they’re from the game” you laugh nervously, niamh looks between the sister duo nervously. jessie seems almost convinced until none other than sam kerr held her hand up for a high five at niamh, causing jessie’s eyes to widen, and causing you and niamh to sigh.

“niamh charles” jessie says angrily, niamh curses under her breath and shoves sam, but nonetheless moves over to you and jessie.

“hi” niamh breathes out, making you laugh but immediately stopping at the glare of your girlfriend and your sister.

“we were going to tell you, jess, it’s really fresh” you plead, holding niamh’s arms and pulling her close to you. “yeah i can fucking see that” she scoffs, referring to the marks littering your chest and neck.

“it’s serious, jessie, i really like her” niamh says earnestly, looking at you with an affectionate smile before settling back on your sister.

jessie looks at you both angrily before it fades into happiness, “this is good actually, if you get married, niamh will be my sister” jessie concludes with a shrug, you and niamh burn.

“jessie!” you yelp, hiding your face in niamh’s arm out of embarrassment, causing your girlfriend to giggle profusely.

jessie walks up to niamh, a serious expression on her features, “you hurt my sister, i hurt you, got it?” niamh nods understandingly, “never” she promises, smiling at your sister reassuringly when she claps her on the shoulder.

—

you and niamh have now been dating for over 3 years. jessie truly loved your relationship, happy to see her sister and her best friend so happy. you’d become a popular couple, people loving how your relationship was filled with love and laughs.

you and niamh brought out the best in each other and everyone saw that.

⋆ ★ ⋆ ★ ⋆ ★ ⋆ ★ ⋆

you know the drill - just pretend it’s you, ily magda!!

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niamhcharles17: easy to say i’m a fleming magnet

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yourname: a hot one too

↳ niamhcharles17: my pretty baby

_jessflem: we have beef, charles

↳ niamhcharles17: what!

↳ _jessflem: you stole the innocence of my dear sister

↳ yourname: it’s been three years! get over it!

↳ _jessflem: no!

↳ niamhcharles17: sorry jessie

↳ yourname: baby, don’t apologise

↳ _jessflem: buy me a coffee and all will be forgiven

[totaly-obsessed]

Who:

Anyone already on my Masterlist Teams: Arsenal | Barcelona | Manchester United | Manchester City | Chelsea Nationals: Lionesses | Matildas | DFB Frauen

If you are not sure about a player, just send in a request and we'll see! I just write about Women's football!

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I write fluff and if the request is right maybe even some angts! I do not write smut! - I love reading it but horrible at writing it!

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[pixiesfz]

okay so this idea is a bit out there but you know that girl on tik tok who has the woso wall and talks about all the drama in woso.She also has a wall trying to figure out if Lucy and keira are dating or ona and Lucy so I think it could be cute if you made a fic about that girl making a wall about if reader and jessie are together or if they’re dating different players and then them finding out about it and stuff.Idk I just made that up in my head so you don’t have to do it it’s just an idea 😘

YES OMG WAIT THIS IS FUNNY

on the wall j.f

plot: your sister sends you a tik tok that has you and your secret girlfriend having a serious conversation

warning: that crazy tik tok lady

It was a Tuesday afternoon when your sister sent you a link, you had just returned from your trip to Canada where Jessie took you to meet her friends and family and you couldn’t have been happier.

devils spawn: little sis…

y/n: what is it Katie?

devils spawn: you’ve made it to the wall

y/n: huh?

devils spawn: *insert link*

You furrowed your eyebrows as the link took you into tik tok, a video that already had over 65,000 likes.

“Now Tom” a woman’s voice started as she pointed at a wall, your eyes shot up at the amount of pictures of your sister and her current girlfriend and also ex girlfriend as well as other soccer players such as Lucy and Keira.

Then you saw what she was pointing at a picture of you that was next to a picture of Jessie.

You I paused the video and watched along.

“Now the McCabe sisters did not go home for their Christmas holidays this year” she stated as you looked at recent pictures from your trips to Canada and Ireland.

“Now this is y/n Mccabe, Katie’s younger sister, we’ve mentioned her a couple of times when she posted pictures of her, Katie and Caitlin” and you thought back to that post that was a couple months ago.

How long has this been going on? You thought.

“Now I haven’t put it on the board yet because their wasn’t enough evidence but it is rumoured that y/n is dating a Canadian soccer player Jessie playing who plays for Chelsea, a rival of Arsenal.

“Why would she date the enemy” the guy asked and the woman looked at him “because that’s a cool love story Tom” she rebutted.

“Well anyways, it’s confirmed that y/n dated Georgia Stanway when she was on a loan at man city” she said and pointed to an old photo of you and Georgia when you played for the team “broke up when Georgia went to Germany, we don’t know if Jessie has dated anyone other than the fact that some Chelsea fans thinks that her and team mate Niamh Charles could be an item as they are very close” she pointed at photos of both Jessie and Niamh which you paused the video to laugh at the conspiracy of her girlfriend and her bestfriend.

“But y/n was seen spending Christmas at Canada which is where Jessie is from but this isn’t the only time they’ve been caught together, at the World Cup Jessie was seen watching the Ireland vs. Australia game with an Ireland top on, very similiar to Caitlin” she rambled on “I don’t have a good enough photo of that” she muttered “then there’s also a group of pictures online that looks like a double date between the two couples” she pointed at two photos that were stuck next to each other, one with Caitlin and Katie and one with you and Jessie, though you had posted the photo months apart it was clear it was the same place.

Your mouth kept on dropping as the girl talked about instances where it could’ve been possible that you and Jessie were a thing.

When Jessie came back from training you shoved the phone into her face “watch” you demanded and say her down.

You watched her reactions as she furrowed her brows “what the heck?” She asked as you nodded “how did they know about that?” She asked when the woman talked about Jessie at your game “apparently people are more observant then we think” you told her and she glued her eyes back onto the phone.

“Remember this Tom cause I don’t think this will be the last time we talk about this couple” the woman stated before the video ended.

Jessie turned to you.

“That was the second weirdest thing I’ve seen today” she said and you furrowed your brows “then what’s the first?” You asked “well Erin showed me a video-“ “I already don’t want to know” you shut her mouth and she laughed.

“How did you find that?” Jessie asked “Katie sent it to me. They’ve been doing videos on her and Caitlin and Ruesha for a while now” you said as you scrolled through the account.

“It’s a little bit weird but expected” Jessie said and you turned to her “how so expected?” You asked and she shrugged “I mean I don’t extremely like it but women’s football is now getting more hype and I guess more fans”

You nodded at your girlfriend “I don’t like how people are caring more about our love life’s then our talent, I bet this woman doesn’t even know what position we play” you said and Jessie took your phone out of your hand.

“Should we just tell people we’re dating to make them stop making assumptions then?” Jessie asked and you looked to the wall “I don’t know” you said “I guess I’m just trying to get used to it all” you shrugged.

Jessie reached her arms around you and pulled you into a hug which you accepted “well you have me and I’ll help you get used to it all” she said and kissed you on the forehead, you smiled before pushing bf her off “have a shower you smell” you told her and she laughed.

“Well you just hugged me so I guess we both need a shower”.

You ended up getting used to the videos people made about you and Jessie, finding some of them funny and even entertaining some of it.

You commented on the wall girls tik tok once asking Tom to blink twice if he needed help and the media went crazy for it.

You and Jessie did eventually open up to the public about your relationship, posting a photo of you at a Chelsea dinner with Jessie’s hand on your thigh as you kissed her cheek.

‘she may look happy here but we made a bet that she would wear my Arsenal kit if we won the derby so @_jessflem you ready?’ Was your caption.

You were so overwhelmed by the amount of love and craziness that happened under the post you left your phone for the day whilst Jessie read out the comments begging for the photos of Jessie in the kit.

Jessie reposted the post adding a message saying that nobody would ever see the photos of her in your kit.

“That wasn’t as hard as we thought” Jessie said as she pulled you into her chest that night and kissed you goodnight

[onlyhereforthestories]

Pretty In Pink (Niamh Charles x Reader)

Happy Birthday Little Hermana! I hope you have an amazing day and the football goes the way you want! I hope you enjoy this little fic

You were both excited and nervous for today. It was your girlfriend and her teams game for the semi-finals of the women's world cup which is why you were so nervous. You were excited because it was your birthday and you were finally in Australia at least close to your love.

Niamh had no idea you were here, her parents had managed to get you a ticket in the family section and helped you sort out flights and accommodation last minute something you were extremely grateful for. It had been over a month since you had last seen her in person and if you were being honest it was starting to wear on you.

You had first met to woman when she had transferred from Liverpool to Chelsea in 2020 but it had taken a god year for anything to happen between you two due to the pandemic. When you eventually got the courage to ask the full back out, neither of you looked back and the relationship has blossomed over the last 3 years.

Just before Niamh had left she had asked you to move in with her and you had of course agreed which had been what you have done in the time she had been away. Taking the time and space you had alone to get your life integrated into her space, well your joint space now. you were still on break since the WSL season was obviously over and that meant your media duties were pretty limited and the stuff that was needed to be done could be done by some of your amazing team.

With the selling of your single bed apartment, you had sent what rent money you needed to Niamh and the rest was spent on the flights and accommodation for where you were currently sitting in a hotel room in Sydney Australia. You had been here for 2 days now and that meant you had managed to semi acclimatise to the time zone changes and were ready for this evenings match.

Gearing up in your number 3 Charles jersey, you received the text from her parents that they were outside your hotel ready to head to the stadium with you. Taking a few breaths and sending a good luck text to your girlfriend you headed out to meet them. You had been trying to make sure you texted Niamh at times you would have been if you were still in your home country so she didn’t have any idea you would be there today. The woman was not too happy she was missing your birthday and had spoken about her disdain for not being with you on your day, something that had not happened yet. Little did she know it wouldn’t happen this year like she thought it would.

As your car approached the ground you could feel your nerves building, your girlfriend had only played a few minutes this tournament but being English yourself meant that it wasn’t just her you were nervous for. Football has always been a passion of your hence why you pursued a career within the profession so watching players represent your country meant a tot. you also knew a lot of them from your time as one of Chelsea's main media personal. So yeah you were bricking it.

You got to your seats in time to watch the girls warming up, the family section was right by the pitch but a little away from the bench so you knew unless Niamh looked for her parents she wouldn’t spot you. What you hadn’t expected was for all the English girls to head for the family section after their warm ups were done, before heading into the tunnel. You could see Millie spot you first, her eyes shining with mischief as she spun around obviously in search of your girlfriend.

They were too far away to hear what the blonde had said but whatever it was had Niamh looking frantically at the family section. Her eyes locked with yours and you felt at home once again, the time a part melted from your mind and you were once again content with life. And that might sound cheesy but that’s just the way she made you feel, safe with one look.

You met her at the railing and were happy to be pulled into a bone crushing hug. Her head buried its way into your neck and you felt her press a few kisses there as she soaked you in. You rubbed your hand up her back closing your eyes to commit this moment to memory, you were in a beautiful country on your birthday about to watch the love of your life and her country women compete for a place in the biggest final there is in woman's football. It honestly doesn’t get any better than this.

“Happy birthday baby.” Niamh didn’t wait a second to say it as her eyes locked with yours once again. You beamed at her in response trying to convey with your eyes how much you loved her.

“Best birthday gift ever is being here to hear that and see you in pink in person. Need to make sure I thank your parents again for getting me here.” The eye roll was worth the teasing, you don’t think you have ever seen our girlfriend in anything pink before so you were soaking this in. You saw Niamh glance in the direction of her parents and reach out for them. You heard her thanks whispered to them in the hug she shared with them and you felt your heart burst at how much you being there meant to her too.

“Soak it in baby, I know I look good but you won't see it often. Pink really isn’t my colour, ruins my cred.” You giggled at her obvious joking before pulling her back into a tight hug having missed the contact.

As she pulled away from the hug, you saw most of the other girls leaving the section and knew it was game time. You reached out to brush your hand on the woman's cheek which she melted into before kissing your palm and starting to pull back to walk back to the field.

“Oi babe. No matter what happens today it is the best day ever because I get to be here with you but if it's possible a win would be the icing on my birthday cake” you sent her a cheeky wink as she muttered no pressure then under her breath before running to catch up with the rest of the girls.

You knew that no matter the result you would be proud of every one of them out there, but no one more than your girlfriend who did look mighty fine in pink.

[leahsgirl]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ current wips ⋆⭒˚.⋆ last updated: 2/4/24

just to let you guys know i didn’t die but writers block has killed me off. 🥰

leah williamson

⭑ take care of you

⭑ are we really pretending?

⭑ home

⭑ reunited

⭑ secret admirer

⭑ the other woman

⭑ love makes you do the dumbest things (or just makes you dumb)

⭑ never let me go

⭑ well this is new

lucy bronze

⭑ possessive

⭑ pride on the pitch

⭑ back to you

alessia russo

⭑ the aussie effect

ella toone

⭑ secrets out

⭑ dramatic much

stina blackstenius

⭑ hopelessly oblivious

niamh charles

⭑ baby bump

untitled fics for:

⭑ leah williamson, ella toone, lucy bronze, stina blackstenius, georgia stanway, grace clinton, alessia russo, alex greenwood, katie mccabe, niamh charles, kyra cooney-cross, victoria pelova, chloe kelly and many more!!

[jflemings]

— one shot

pairing: niamh charles x canadian!reader / part 1 here

synopsis: fate has brought you home

warnings: technically cheating, a lil bit of angst, the end is kind of lazy but whatever

♫ what’s queued masterlist

flashbacks in italics

think I got the blues from you but I don't know

I just can't see why you keep holding on

every time you call me, girl, there's something wrong

three weeks. you had been radio silent for three whole weeks before you called niamh drunk off your ass and babbling.

she had thrown herself completely into training as a way to distract herself from your absence, trying to avoid thinking about you for too long. jessie had cornered her roommate and best friend one afternoon after niamh had all but stormed into the change rooms after training, throwing around her bag carelessly and loudly before sitting down with her head in her hands.

she had been worried sick about you and that worry only amplified when she picked up the phone to you crying on the other end.

“we fought and he, he, got up and stormed out of the bar” you sob into the phone, words slurred from both the alcohol and the crying “please niamh”

she shoots up in bed, already sliding out from under her covers and looking for her keys “i’m coming, okay? i’m on my way. send me your location and i’ll come get you”

“o-okay” you hiccup “i’ll be waiting outside”

“ask for some water, i’ll be there soon”

“thanks niamhy”

just give me one shot

with all my speed, I'll give you one heart

so bet on me, I'll play my cards right

you stumble into niamh and jessie’s place, your attempt at being quiet failing miserably as your knee collides with the wall. niamh cringes but keeps her hands planted on your hips, guiding you straight into her room.

she sits you on the end of her bed whilst she pulls out clothes for you to sleep in, sparing an innocent glance at you every so often. the sound of rain against niamh’s bedroom window is almost enough to send you to sleep whilst you’re sitting up but you blink yourself awake and lean back on your hands, squinting at the defender’s figure in the low light of her bedroom.

“niamhy” you whisper “can i tell you something”

niamh stands up and throws the clothes on the bed next to you before outstretching her hands “anything” she replies just as quietly.

you take her hands and stand before she begins to unbutton your jeans, allowing you to hold her shoulders to steady yourself “we argued about you tonight”

“me?” she asks shocked, pulling your jeans down your legs as swiftly as she can “why me?”

“because i couldn’t tell him that i don’t have feelings for you”

niamh is shocked into silence. if you had asked her before everything went to shit how you felt about her she would’ve been able to give you an answer no problem, but with this new guy in your life and everything surrounding your relationship getting mixed up, she had begun to think differently.

she decides not to answer you and instead holds out the pyjama shorts she grabbed, allowing you to step into them without much hassle. she snaps the waistband against your skin and holds the hem of the crop top you’re wearing.

“i’m gonna take this off, okay? just so you can wear this sleep shirt” she assures you, wanting to be clear about her intentions.

you nod uselessly and lift your arms, your eyes still half lidded and dazed “sorry” you mumble almost directly in her ear.

“what for?” she asks confused, her cold fingertips brushing your ribcage “you’ve got nothing to be sorry for”

“i treat you like shit”

“you don’t treat me like shit”

you huff frustratedly just as niamh gets your top over your head, fully exposing you to her. she focuses on pulling her shirt over your head rather than what you just said, wanting nothing more than to leave this conversation for when you’ve got a clear head.

“you think me coming over here to fuck you and then not speaking to you for weeks isn’t treating you like shit?” you ask her accusingly, your voice muffled by the shirt “you don’t even call me out on it niamh”

the defender pulls the shirt fully on and kicks your discarded clothes into a corner of her room along with your shoes. she really doesn’t want to do this with you right now but you don’t seem to get the hint as she walks to the other side of her bed.

“niamh!” you exclaim louder than intended “call me out on it!”

“will you pack it in, jessie is asleep” she whispers harshly through gritted teeth “you want me to call you out on it? fine! yes, you treat me like shit. yes, i let you do it. yes, everybody fucking knows i let you do it but what else am i supposed to do?”

“stop letting me!”

“why don’t you just stop doing it?” her voice is just above a whisper and despite how tall she stands, she looks so small in the dim light of her bedroom “just give me one chance! that’s all i’m asking for”

tears well in your eyes as your arms fall by your side helplessly. every part of you wanted to give in, wanted to tell her that you’ve given her chance after chance but you know that’s not true. you had been stringing her along and not being honest with her for the sake of yourself, for the sake of never confronting your feelings and the wrong you had been doing.

you sigh “just give me a bit of time” you plead “just so i can end it with him and have it be completely done”

niamh rubs her brow bone tiredly, fatigue plaguing her features “i’m not waiting around forever”

“and i won’t make you. please, i just want to do this the right way” you beg her, dropping one knee on the edge of her bed heavily. you sway slightly and you plant your right hand on the plush comforter to steady yourself as you try your hardest to at least look sober.

she cracks a slight sad smile at you as she plays with the hem of her own shirt, her brows furrowed in thought “okay.”

I think he knew about me all along

“where’d you go the other night? to niamh’s?”

he shoulders past you and lets himself into your flat, his tone accusing and blunt as he loudly tosses his keys. your shoulders drop as you shut the door and you turn to face him with your arms folded over your chest.

“she’s my best friend” you scoff “and it’s not like i could come back here after you made a scene in the pub”

“so what, you leave me to come back to your place while you go and fuck your best friend? c’mon, y/n, how is that fair?” he exclaims, the rasp in his voice only amplifying his accusation

“i didn’t sleep with niamh!”

“maybe not that night but i know there have been other times!” he shouts at you “you can’t even deny it! i saw those hickeys!”

you run your hands from the top of your head to the base of your skull, slightly pulling at the roots frustratedly while you try to hold it together “we weren’t exclusive”

“maybe not in your eyes, but i’ve been serious about you the whole time” he grits out, slumping down into one of your bar stools “you can’t even show me the same respect”

“i was very clear with you about how i wasn’t looking for anything serious. if you saw something different even after i said it to you multiple times then that’s on you” you say bitterly whilst walking past him and to your couch. part of you felt like it wasn’t fair to react the way you were but what you were saying was true: you had been extremely honest with him about what you were looking for.

there’s a beat of silence before the bar stool creaks ever so slightly as he shifts his weight. you keep your back to him and flick through every streaming service you have, almost praying that he just up and walks out of your place without more arguing.

he rubs his hand over his face “be honest with me” he sighs out, causing you to turn to him “i was never gonna be able to compete with her, was i?”

“no one can” you mumble almost immediately, your eyes beginning to sting “i wanted to try, really i did, but she’s just—”

“she’s niamh”

it’s your turn to sigh “yeah”

I bet it hits you when you breathe it in

I bet he wonders where the hell you've been

I bet you told 'em we were nothin'

“she’s my best friend!” you almost shout “there’s nothing going on”

“you two have slept together, y/n!”

“once. we’ve slept together once.”

he rounds your bed picking up his clothes carelessly, throwing on his shirt and grumbling as he goes “once my ass” he accuses, throwing his arms out “you run back and forth between us like there’s no issue! i can’t believe i’m letting you make a fool out of me”

“there’s nothing going on!” you shout, throwing your covers off you as you stand hastily “niamh and i are best friends and we have been for years! you wouldn’t be reacting like this if i was hanging out with alanna”

“oh, so you’re fucking alanna too?!”

“i’m not sleeping with either of them!”

the silence that suddenly over takes the room is deafening. the tense discussion had quickly turned into a full blown argument with you being on the receiving end of accusations. it’s not like he was wrong exactly, but you haven’t seen niamh in weeks with all your time being taken up with training, games and the man standing at the end of your bed. it wasn’t fair for him to say for a number of reasons — as you had relentlessly tried to argue — but he wasn’t having a bar of it, his mind had been made up about niamh for weeks now.

it started with a hesitant question about where you’d run off to after a night out, followed by a smart ass comment about your best friend, which had then lead the two of you here arguing after spending what you would call a lovely night together.

you feel as though all air has left your lungs, deflating them rapidly and crushing your chest from the inside “there’s nothing going on between me and her” you mumble into the quiet

he sighs deeply and sits on the end of your bed, broad back facing towards you “i’m sorry” he mumbles back to you “i shouldn’t have yelled like that”

“it’s okay” you assure him before sitting down next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder “she’s my best friend though and she’s not going anywhere”

he turns and places his lips against your forehead “i know” he murmurs quietly, both regret and disappointment present in his voice “all i ask for is honesty”

your stomach churns and you screw your eyes shut. honesty. right.

“i know”

when you say you love me like that

you ain't gotta hold back

It'll just take a second

to believe in us, to believe in love

as soon as you had broken up with him you had cried by yourself in your living room, the weight of the situation and your actions suddenly crashing down on you. no one would come before niamh, you have known that for a while now, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t try to see other people. there had been other men and women before now, every single one of them ending too soon because your heart just wasn’t fully in it, your head always being too distracted with thoughts of niamhniamhniamh.

you’d cried and then picked yourself up and gotten in the shower, preparing for a quiet night in alone. what you didn’t expect was niamh to turn up on your doorstep with your favourite takeaway and a soft smile.

“what are you doing here” you rasp, stepping aside to let her into your home.

she shrugs “thought you could use some company” she says quietly, placing the plastic bag down on your counter and pulling out cutlery and plates “you stopped responding to my texts so i thought i’d check on you”

her blue eyes shine in the low light of your kitchen, the worry that was present before beginning to fade once she really takes a look at you “thanks niamhy” you say to her before moving to sit on a bar stool.

niamh begins to plate up your shared dinner, mindlessly humming along to the theme tune of the show you’ve been binging. she moves through your kitchen freely and comfortably like she lives here, and you realise you’ve never been more grateful to live somewhere that’s still close enough for you to see her like this.

“i love you” you blurt out without thinking, the words simply escaping you.

she turns around shocked, her jaw slightly dropped as she tries to figure out exactly what you mean by that. her lack of reply has you reeling and suddenly feeling insecure, like maybe you’re moving too fast. she’s here for you as a friend. not a girlfriend.

“uhm, wait no i—”

“don’t take it back” she interrupts, her expression going from shock to worry rapidly “please. don’t take it back”

under the weight of her intense stare you feel small “okay” you say quietly, your cheeks heating up and making you dizzy.

“i love you too” she says back just as quietly, her voice firm and sure. niamh leans over the counter and takes your hands in hers, kissing your knuckles carefully “so much. i love you so much”

the soft nature of her actions and her words bring tears to your eyes again, relief crashing over your heart in waves. you’d spent so long searching for her in other people that you almost can’t believe where you’ve ended up, the crushing feeling that had once weighed you down so heavily finally being lifted off you by her hands.

a stray tear falls down your face and she’s quick to wipe it away with her thumb, smiling softly at you again “c’mon, let’s eat”

you nod simply and stand, grabbing your dinner and leading her to your couch where you sit thigh to thigh, picking food off of eachother’s plates and giggling at the characters on your tv.

niamh throws her head back laughing loudly at whatever she thinks is funny, her eyes screwing shut and her hand coming down to slap her thigh repeatedly as she catches her breath. you love seeing her like this, like you always have. in every way that she’s tough and determined she’s just as soft and gentle, and you can’t help but feel like you’re falling in love for the first time all over again, with the same person.

no more dreamin'

give me one shot

when you awake the next morning clothed and in niamh’s arms you can’t help but smile. her soft snores fill your ears as she snuggles further into your shoulder, her arms tightening around your waist in her sleep.

you manage to roll over in her hold and face her, the defender’s loving aura somehow only amplified as she sleeps peacefully. you trace the lines of her face delicately, running your pointer finger over her jaw, chin, lips and nose before holding her cheek. as her eyes begin to flutter open the pad of your thumb soflty caresses her cheekbone.

“morning” niamh mumbles, her voice thick from sleep “you alright?”

“mhm” you hum back, admiring how blue her eyes look in the morning light. your hand moves from her cheek to down her neck before you wrap your arm around her neck, pulling her impossibly closer to you.

her arms tighten around you as her face finds the crook of your neck. she presses her lips to your neck lightly, trailing kisses up the column of your throat lazily “let’s just lay around” she says against your neck “i don’t wanna move”

you can’t help but giggle as she rolls the two of you over so you’re now fully laying on her front. your heart flutters in your chest at the domestic nature of waking up in niamh’s arms, the warm feeling spreading through you freely once you notice that she’s slowly begun to go back to sleep.

despite how the two of you got here, it’s in this moment that you know there’s truely no one else for you except your niamhy.

[leah-lover]

Meeting again. Alexia x reader part 3.

Reader is confronted by her friends.

Saying that tension was in the air would be an understatement. After the hellos, hugs and kisses the whole team went back to the changing room and took Leila with them. So there I was standing in front of Alexia, mapi, ingrid, parti, claudia, and aitana.

The silence was loud and their glares were unforgiving. All i thought to myself was that i didn't belong in barca anymore, i was cursing myself for ever choosing to leave city before Ingrid said “ We cant talk about this here how about we go to a restaurant and have a proper conversation.”

The rest of the girls seemed to agree with her, then Parti jumped and said “ okay then we will meet at our usual spot in about an hour, you still remembered no ?” she asked me with a sarcastic tone.

Confused, I only nodded and waited for them to all get inside before I breathed again. This encounter was harsh but I had a feeling it wasnt gonna get any easier.

After an hour I found myself at a table in my favorite restaurant with feelings I buried three years ago. All the anger, shame, and sadness came back with it. I waited a little before they all came together except alexia who was running late.

“ So how do you want to start this? Maybe with an apology for what you have done.” started Patri as soon as she sat down, which earned her a jab from Claudia who told her to be nicer.

“ i don't know what had gotten into you these past three years Patri but i don't this i have anything to apologies about.'' I replied with a defensive tone.

“ yes you do carino. You let us, no goodby no nothing we had to learn the news from instagram like everybody but we are not everybody we are your family and we felt hurt. Plus you didn't talk to us for 3 years. You denied every try at contacting you. You abandoned us you……” said mapi softly so as to not sound angry because she wasn't. They all went angry; they were just hurt.

“ Look, we don't have to do this. I came here to do my job and play good fucking football. I did this for my career not to rip my insides out again.'' I replied, trying to hold back my tears.

“ Darling, we are not trying to hurt you, we are trying to understand you. We are just curious why our best friend left us. ” explained ingrid with a concerned look on her face.

“ there is nothing to understand that your bestfriend is dead. She died three years ago. I have been a walking corpse since I left. I don't feel anything i am numb to everything.'' I managed to get out before a few tears left my eyes.

I then got up and went out. I was overwhelmed and all the feeling came back rushing. Which led me to hyperventilate. Suddenly I felt a hand on my back.

“ I am sorry about our reaction. We didn't know this would happen. We acted out of love for you. We missed you. We just are so very sorry just come back inside.” said aitana before pulling me into a hug.

I then started crying, all the tears i have been holding back decided to go out all at once.

“ i love her tan, i still do, i abandoned her, i gave up on her i didn't fight for her.'' I said while crying into tana’s shoulder.

“ I know darling, I know. She loves you too. She has been suffering without you we all have. Now just come back inside please.” she added running her hand through my back.

“ i dont think it's a good idea, I just want to go home now.” I said after we separated.

“ okay. Call me when you are ready to talk, okay.” she added before going back in.

When I got home Leila was already there. So as soon as I saw her on the couch I went straight to her and laid on her chest.

“ How did it go?” she said, running her hand through my hair.

“ fucking horrible.” I answered.

“ Do you want some ice cream?” she asked. “ I will get you some ice cream.” she answered herself after looking at me.

When Leila was gone the doorbell rang so i went to answer it.

And there she was in front of me, beautiful as ever. “ I know you want space but we need to talk.” she said and I ushered her in.

“ I miss you and I want you back.” she started after sitting on the couch. “ I know I was shitty to you, you didn't deserve what I put you through. I changed carino. You motivate me to get my priorities straight. You are my number 1 priority. You matter more than football more than le and more than life itself. Please give me a chance again. Please mi amor.”

Her words left me speechless. I was too tired to start over. I just want to be comforted and loved.

[trulyhblue]

Hi can I request hc of emmeline and niamh please and also of emmeline with other chelsea players. Will emmeline sometime join niamh in the international camp? Emmeline and guro intentionally trying to make niamh jealous as they spend time together and niamh is not allowed with them while niamh complains to her girlfriend.

Baby England and ingrid. When she arrives in Barcelona for first time she hides behind Lucy and ingrid thinks how cute she is. Baby England is short as of now and she seriously looks up to talk to ingrid and frido and wants to be tall like them. She loses the ability to speak when alexia is around and after meeting Alexia for the first time she returns back and leah and Jordan has to listen to her rambling about Alexia.

Baby England part 4 please 🥺

- Emme is very outspoken, but also quite reserved, pretty much EXACTLY like Guro.

- Niamh’s girlfriend (I'm going to call her you) is very protective over you but she knows that Guro and Niamh will always take very good care of her and Guro has taken care of Emme countless times so youre content with that.

- for international though, Emme is only allowed to go when its in England.

- as she gets older, she becomes closer with all the england girls and they all seem to find her more cuter each camp

- you want Niamh to focus on her job instead of Emme even though Emme isn't that hard of work.

- during the world cup, Emme would always be face timing Niamh, making sure she was sleeping well and getting lots of cuddles. In my mind, Emme gets sick really easily (bad immune system) so she isn't really allowed to fly internationally unless its essential, so while both of you wished you were with Niamh, it made the reunion much more heartfelt.

- I think by the time Emme was a little older, maybe seven, she was allowed to go on camps.

- Baby England IS SHORT CANON.

- and yes she does have to physically look up to the scandis.

- her crush on alexia is now a worldwide inside woso joke, but Alexia is like the only one oblivious to it.

[wosowrites]

WOSO MASTERLIST

-Leah Williamson

Legacy’s Daughter

International Break

I’ll Take Care Of You

Hot Tub Tease Part 1

Hot Tub Tease Part 2

Hot Tub Tease Part 3

Under the Surface

Starting a New Streak

Clothing Swap

Stop the Teasing but don’t Stop

-Jessie Fleming

I can be your New Home Part 1

I can be your New Home Part 2

I can be your New Home Part 3

Winter Olympian

All Tatted Up Part 1

All Tatted Up Part 2

Running out of Time

Are You Jealous?

Canadian Wonders

Media Day

Our Story

Goalkeeper

They’re gone now

Kissing Strangers

In Front of the Camera

In Front of the Camera part 2

In the End

Against All Odds

For Her Safety

Moose

-Jill Roord

Mama & Mommy

One Shot

The Two Roord’s

-Mapi León

The Girl in the Bleachers

New Fear Unlocked

Collision Madness

-Vivianne Miedema

Always Here

They Know

Sick for you

-Alexia Putellas

The Jacket

Award Night

Mama Putellas

One Time Won’t Hurt

-Guro Reiten

Us Always

I Had To

Into the Closet

-Jordan Nobbs

Loosing Control

Back with Her

Miles Difference

-Kristie Mewis

The Confidence she Needed

Soft for Her

-Katie Mccabe

Her Clumsy Girl

Yellow Card Madness

Kids and Katie

-Sam Kerr

Not so Champs

Even Protectors Break Down

-Ona Batlle

Comfort Spaniard

Tattoo Tour

Don’t Let Me Go

Good Girl

-Lauren Hemp

Soft for Her

-Erin Cuthbert

Saving the Game

-Niamh Charles

Smitten for you

-Caroline Graham Hansen

Going Through It

Going Through It Part 2

-Entire Teams

Cool Heart, Hot Headed (Lionesses)

Sleeper (Man United)

-Patri Guijarro

Greece and Wives

-Gio Queiroz

Little Does He Know

-Alessia Russo

Sun Through the Curtains

-Platonic fics

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