#chase/niamh

[trulyhblue]

Armband

Niamh Charles x Chelsea! Canadian! Reader

Warnings: fluff, cocky! Niamhy, suggestive.

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You were quite new to the team, only joining the Blue’s side in July, but it felt like you had known Niamh for a lifetime.

You were Canadian, but you grew up in Manchester with your parents, playing in the City Academy before playing professionally for them until your move to London. Because of this, you knew Jessie and Ashleigh well. You grew up playing alongside Jessie at the National Camps, debuting for the Senior team in the same year. Winning the Olympics was a dream come true, especially with girls you have known since you were little.

Manchester City was a dream worth chasing. You were friends with Lauren Hemp, Ella Toone — before and during her move to United — and all the rest. When you found Chelsea interested in you, it was undeniably difficult to say no. While you had grown up in the North, the move down was something that ignited a certain thrill within you.

You met Niamh at your first training session. Jessie had been partnered with you for drills, and you were in the middle of introducing yourself to Guro when the brunette came barrelling in. Her flyaways were barren across her face, cheeks nipped red from the cold weather. Her hands stuffed in her pockets, she nearly tripped you to the ground at the speed at which she ran towards you. You had known her from previous matches against her, both for Canada and City, but something about being on the same team with her felt distinct. Sure, you had admired her beforehand, but it was different now.

“Jeez, Charles, give her some room, will you?” Guro scoffed, playfully pushing the girl back a bit. You watched as she nipped the inside of her cheek, looking at you so intently that you struggled to keep eye contact.

Niamh held out her hand, grabbing yours and shaking it. You could hear Jessie giggling from behind you. “My name’s Niamh.” She announced, continuing to shake your hand. “I’m Niamh.”

Her nervous state was apparent, and Guro was in a fit of laughter at the interaction she was watching.

“Hi, nice to meet you.” You replied, hoping your dismissal of her apprehension would cool the flames in both your cheeks. “I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you.” She gulped, obviously baffled at what to say.

You couldn't help but smile, nodding. “Erm, yes, you too.”

“Fuck, let go of her hand, Charles, you're ‘gonna tear it off.” A voice called from behind. You turned to find the Australian Captain trampling over, slinging a welcoming arm over your shoulder. Her laid-back persona made it easier for introductions. Unlike Niamh, who was a worrying mess in front of you.

“Right, sorry.” The English woman muttered, tearing her hand away and shoving right back in her pocket. Her cheeks seared with an even deeper embarrassment, and you shook off the motion with a tight-lipped smile.

“You’re alright, really.” You smiled, hoping the reassurance consolidated the girl.

It must've, since Niamh gave you a wide smile back, shuffling by your side ever since.

All of the Chelsea girls were lovely. You had no problem fitting into the Grove there. After a few weeks of making scare appearances as a super sub, you became a regular starter for the Blues. Your presence on the field was noticeable, and fans reeled at how you brought more opportunities down the field and into the back of the net.

“Would you be able to give this to Niamh for me, please?” One fan said after a game, handing two matching friendship bracelets with your names on one of them each. Erin was beside you, signing off the posters, when she caught a glimpse of them. Without a second thought, she waved over Niamh, who wasted no time in sprinting towards you.

“Hello.” She spoke, trying hard to discreetly slip her arm around your waist. You leaned into her side, showing her the two bracelets.

“Look how cute.” You smiled, ignoring the way some fans had started recording. You slipped a hand into Niamh’s jacket pocket, holding out the present with your other hand.

Niamh picked up the one with your name on it, slipping it on her wrist and displaying it to the little girl who had made it. “Very cute. I wish we could wear them during games.”

Subconsciously, you put yours (Niamh’s) one on too. The two of you were pretty much hugging at this point. The wind had sent chills through you, your kit doing little to warm you up.

The two of you took a photo with the fan before calling it a day and trudging off back to the changing rooms. You shivered as the wind picked up, holding your arms over your chest tightly as you tried to fight the cold.

Without much thought, Niamh shrugged off her jacket, hauling it around your figure and zipping it up for you.

When you got back to your apartment, engulfing the comfort of your bed after a hard-fought game, you opened up your phone to find hundreds of people tagging your account. You managed to click on the video, smiling to yourself at the sight of you and Niamh huddled together, talking to the little girl with bracelets adorned on your wrists. You clicked on another image, this time a photo, of you blanketed in Niamh’s jumper, your arm wrapped around her waist with one of her’s around your shoulder. The photo was everywhere on social media, including the Chelsea Account. 

After a couple more months, you ended up extending your contract until the end of 2027 by Christmas. You loved it there. Your friendship with the team had grown all the more closer. You felt a sense of home and solidarity that you had never felt before.

Your relationship with the team was selfless. Jessie and you had never been closer. Sam and Millie had taken you under their wing, calling you the baby of the group, since you were the shortest between you, them, Guro, Niamh, Erin, and Jessie. Fans had taken a ripe liking to you all over social media. But not just you by yourself, but with a certain brunette in your wake.

You and Niamh had grown very close over the time you spent in London. She wasn't as shy as she made herself out to be when you first met. She was cunning, confident, funny, and easy to be around in any environment. All of your teammates teased the living daylights out of the two of you, especially Niamh, who didn't waste a second in making sure you were always okay.

She would check on you when you went quiet. She always ran to you for partner work during drills, after goals, and when the full-time whistle would blow. The two of you had a habit of huddling together in any setting, holding each other’s hands or waist, cuddling their side or touching you in some way.

Everything you did with each other was full of love and adoration. It was only you two that didn't see your friendship blossom into a relationship. You weren't daft, you knew the speculations surrounding what the two of you were. There was no denying the physical acclimation you had around each other. Hell, Sam sent at least two memes a day about how whenever you were seen together, you were always touching each other.

Over Christmas, Niamh asked you out. She was a nervous wreck, which reminded you all too well of when you first met her. It was after a game, in the changing rooms. She had been given a bouquet of flowers by a group of fans, who told her to ask you out with them. She was reluctant, not only because she didn't want you to feel uncomfortable or pressured by the media to say yes, but the mere fact of ruining the relationship you already had with each other made her hesitant enough.

Of course, you said yes. It was a no-brainer, and after a few more dates you were officially together. It wasn't any more public than before. Only your close friends knew, but the public was already quite content with the PDA you already showed each other before you were dating. The only thing they needed was confirmation, but Niamh and you were happy to keep in vague.

After you said yes, the two of you became inseparable, both on and off the pitch. Niamh ended up extending her contract as well, and the chemistry you built made for an unstoppable case on the field. By the time the season came back after the break, you had moved in together. The happiness both of you felt was indescribable.

Today, Chelsea was up against Manchester United, your old rival team. Ella Toone was one of your childhood friends and was who you were marking. Not only was ManU a competitive, difficult team, but it was a team you were familiar with. They were always pushing in the midfield and up against the forwards. Their chances during set pieces were worrying to any defensive back line. With the combination of Mary Earps and a sophisticated midfield variation, you knew that you were in for a ride.

When Sam did her ACL, people started to underestimate Chelsea’s shot at winning the league. Everyone was starting to wonder whether the Blues were even contestable for the semis. After a poor attempt last week against West Ham for the FA Cup, you were adamant about proving yourself to the people who were doubting your ability to win. You were a midfielder, and while you had masterclasses in the centre field, your stats didn't excel in goals. You had many assists, but never many goals.

You were tying your laces when you felt your girlfriend's arms curl around your waist. You were leaning against your cubby, back facing Niamh. You were slightly bent as your finished the knot in your shoe, feeling the women behind you grasp your hips with a slight squeeze.

“You ready to smash it today, baby?” She muttered, her lips shadowing your ear, sending shivers down your body. You held composure well enough, straightening up and letting her wrap her arms over your abdomen.

“Mh, bit nervous, but yeah.” You replied, relishing Niamh’s pattern of breath. “How ‘bout you?”

Niamh pulled your body to face in front of her, your back now flushed against the wall. You managed to make eye contact with her dilated pupils, feeling one of her hands make their to the back of your neck.

Before she spoke, your eyes filtered down to the fabric that wrapped around her arm, the word ‘Captain’ sprawled across the armband. Niamh watched the way your eyes widened, and how you bit your bottom lip at the sight. Niamh smirked in response, pressing her front into yours so that most of your body was hidden to the rest of the room.

“What's the matter, baby?” She gloated, rubbing a hand up your side. Your cheeks flushed when she refused to break eye contact, holding tranquillity at the sight of your girlfriend as captain. It was a sight you weren't used to, but it was something you couldn't get enough of.

“Nothing. I'm— we should go line up in the tunnel.” Your breath hitched. Niamh was staring down at you while groping your waist.

Neither of you said anything until you were out on the field. You could hear the crowd cheering in anticipation. You shook your opponents’ hands aimlessly, your mind sauntering on the previous sight of your girlfriend.

“Earth to Y/N, hello?” Jessie’s voice snapped you out of your trance. She must've watched you wander to your position in a haze, since she was smirking knowingly at your flushed cheeks. Erin came up behind the two of you, laughing when she caught a glimpse of your state.

“She looks like she's already played the ninety minutes.” The Scottish woman quipped, bringing her hands up to play with your cheeks. You pushed her off playfully, gushing at the ground. “Shut up, you two.”

“God, if this is your reaction to Niamh in an armband, I wonder what Niamh would do if she saw you.”

“Go away, you pricks.” You snapped, flanking them away with your hands, trying to cool your cheeks before the game.

After the team photo, you ran back to your position, jumping up and down as the whistle blew.

The game was inevitably tough, but something had ignited inside of you at the sight of your girlfriend. As embarrassing as it was to admit, you were running up and down the pitch with the one endeavour to make your girlfriend watch you.

Chelsea was controlling the game for the most part, and it didn't take long for Guro to find you inside the box.

The crowd erupted in cheers, your teammates sprinting over to where you stood starstruck. This was one of the scarce amount of goals you had scored that season.

As you were making your way back to the middle, you felt a familiar figure creep up behind you with her hands soothing the tension in your shoulders.

“Making me so proud today, aren't you, baby?” Niamh whispered, running back to her spot in defence before you could reply.

The first half ended as quickly as it started. United had sent a flyer into the back of the net just before the whistle blew. You avoided Niamh like the plague in the changing rooms, knowing you would cave to her touch as soon as she laid hands on you. In any other circumstance, it was you who would tease, but it always ended with Niamh taking over. The two of you were strict in keeping your private life and career separate, but no one seemed to mind your change of game when Niamh was Captain.

You were having an absolute masterclass of a game by the sixtieth minute, scoring your second goal on seven minutes in. Chelsea was now up two-one, and Man U were starting to bring on subs after a close set piece that almost led to a goal.

You made a break down the wing after Lauren sent a cross-over to the field. You sprinted down the line, trying to find a way into the middle. United were tight in keeping you out, and by the time you had made it down the line, attempting to pass it to one of your teammates, you felt a pair of boots collide with your own, sending you face-first fo the floor.

The ball was long forgotten by the ref, who blew the whistle immediately, medics were sent over. While your muscles started to strain at the energy of the game, you didn't feel instantaneous pain from the fall.

You were rolling onto your back, wincing as you got up, when you first heard your girlfriend’s voice boom over the hustle of the crowd.

“Are you alright there, Zelem?!” She scoffed. You watched a smug Katie Zelem trampling off from where you sat. She didn't look like she meant the tackle, but the heat of the game left her feeling less apologetic than usual.

“Oh, let it go, Charles.” Zelem clapped back, walking towards Ella and Millie, who were tense at the sight of Niamh’s uncommon anger. “She's fine.”

“I don't think you understand.” Niamh marched towards her, grabbing the girl’s jersey, and forcing Katie to face her. “You get the fuck off her and the rest of my players. Don't be salty cause we’re winning.”

Katie rolled her eyes at that. “Don't be salty cause your girlfriend can't handle a tackle.”

Erin and Jessie were surrounding Niamh moments later, dragging her away from the United mob and towards you.

The medics have already cleared you to keep playing, and you were already up and ready to go by the time your girlfriends grabbed your hand.

“Are you sure you're okay?” She asked, taking in your flustered appearance. What she didn't know was that you were overwhelmed at the way Niamh looked just then, not by the absolute mouthful of grass you just inhaled.

You could only muster a nod, squeezing your girlfriend’s hand once before slipping away from her touch. You were now hungry for not only Niamh but that third goal. You wanted to prove yourself to everyone that you could do it.

And so you did.

It was a Chelsea corner, and you made the run from outside the box near the open post, where no one had thought to mark. You jumped as high as you could, feeling the ball hit your head in the right direction. You fell to the ground before you knew where the ball was going, letting the movement and relief of the crowd pull you to your feet. You ran to the corner of the field, taking in the shouts and cheers of the crowd and letting your teammates engulf you from behind. The weight of everyone sent you down as more and more girls piled on top of you.

This was your first hat trick ever at Chelsea, and you were relishing the feeling of the euphoria for the rest of the game.

When the final whistle blew, you nearly collapsed from exhaustion. Everything you wanted to go right in the game went right. You were reeling at the win, looking across the field for a particular someone.

“Guess I know what to do to make you score some goals.” Niamh chuckled, grabbing your waist and lifting you into a spinning hug. You gripped onto her and giggled, letting her twirl you around.

“Thanks, Niamhy.” You smiled, gazing up at your girlfriend’s proud eyes. “You looked so good today, baby.”

“You think so?” She asked, though both of you knew she was just egging you on.

“Mhm. Looked so good.”

“You always look good, my stargirl.” The taller girl grinned, looking down at you slyly. Her lips met your ear, her voice sending chills down your spine. “But I guess I’ll need to reward you for doing so well. Show you how good you were for me.”

You didn't get to respond, feeling Jessie pull you away with the Player of the Match trophy shoved into your chest.

You knew you’d see her soon… you were looking forward to it.

niamhcharles

niamhcharles — she scores more when I am Captain.

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Comments:

samanthakerr — yeah the girls 🙌🏼

*liked by yourusername, niamhcharles

User8 — they will never beat the dating allegations

^ user10 — at this point they are embracing it

guroreiten — she always score goals, Charles 🙄

^ niamhcharles — READ THE CAPTION

^ guroreiten — I DID

^ niamhcharles — i said she scores “more” goals

^ guroreiten — oh, okay.

^ user1 — LMAO

yourusername — always complimenting me 😍

^ erincuthburt — too much apparently… as if she didn't do it enough in the Change Rooms

^ niamhcharles — i did it more when we got home

^ erincuthburt — youre blocked.

User22 — they are so pookie together

^ user76 — omg yes

jflem_ — that armband ignited something within her

^ yourusername — EXCUSE ME?????

^ user2 — LMAO JESSIE

^ user3 — don't expose her like that 💀

^ yourusername — Ikr 😖

erincuthburt — Niamh needs to be in that armband more often 😂

^ yourusername — maybe I just had a good game?!?!

^ erincuthburt — we all have our superstitions

^ user6 — LMAO ERIN IM CRYING

User78 — If you look closely I’m jumping off the bridge

^ user90 — mood.

User67 — okay but when Niamh protected Y/N at the Man U game!? 😋😋😋 wishing I was Y/N right now.

laurenhemp — where were those hat tricks at City, Y/N???

^ yourusername — you stole them all

yourusername — can a girl just score a hat-trick because shes good? 😖😖😖

^ niamhcharles — you did it all by yourself 🫶🏼

^ yoursusername — thx niamhy 🥰

^ guroreiten — suck up

^ samanthakerr — suck up

^ milliebright — suck up

^ niamhcharles — a proud suck up x

^ jflem_ — 🤢

^ niamhcharles — ok bye.

user7 — THIS IS SO CUTE BYE

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[inuyashaluver]

I love your Niamh fic how about one with Niamh where Niamh sees her Girlfriend after a few years and you are standing there with Flowers in the crowd??

flowers - niamh charles

niamh charles x reader

description: in which you’re far away from home - your girlfriend struggling without you here, what happens when she sees you again?

warnings: some tears, mentions of gagging?

a/n: hiya!! thanks for the love and the request, hope you enjoy ❤️

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you and your girlfriend, niamh met through the one and only, sam kerr. you play for australia, while niamh played for england. sam introduced you over 3 years ago when you played against england.

sure you’d played against each other before but you never had the chance to really look at each other, to interact with one another until your captain dragged you over to officially meet - just knowing that you and the defender would get along.

“great game out there, had me chasing you everywhere” niamh smirks, giving you a quick squeeze on the arm as you stood in front of her.

“well, great game to you too, you’re definitely a favourite defender to play against” you smirk back at her. the both of you engage in light conversation, the mutual intrigue fueling something special.

she asked you to coffee and you instantly agreed, both of you wanting to get to know each other more. you discovered that you’re literally perfect for one another, completely complimenting each other. and so, the years went by and you’re in a romantic relationship, the sweetest, most genuine love you’ve both ever felt.

while niamh was in england playing for chelsea, you stayed in australia, playing for sydney fc. you’d recently signed for chelsea without telling niamh. you’d always been one to find keeping a secret hard, so you employed your australian captain to help you out - she immediately agreed and kept niamh from being suspicious, well…she tried.

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“hey, sam, any reason why my girlfriend hasn’t called me in two days but you talk to her every two seconds?” a scowl was evident on niamh’s face, her voice was imbued with venom. (someone had (y/n) withdrawals)

sam visibly tensed. “niamhy, you’re crazy, she’s just busy” she waves her away but niamh won’t move, standing directly of sam with one of the angriest expressions that she’s ever seen.

“no, i’m not crazy, what’s crazy is that my girlfriend talks to you more than me” niamh crossed her arms in front of her, anger radiating off the girl.

“listen, niamh, call her, i bet she’ll answer, you’re overthinking!” sam pleaded, niamh huffs in frustration and walks to her cubby, plopping down with a grumble. you always called each other everyday, multiple times during game days. it was game day, where was your call?

suddenly her phone rings, your pretty face shown as the contact photo, ‘my love❤️ ’ was calling. sam watches her across the change room, niamh’s face brightens when her phone vibrates.

niamh immediately picks up, “hi, baby” she breathes out relieved.

“hello my lovely, niamh” you coo,

“so you do have a girlfriend?” niamh says cheekily, you can’t help but let out a little laugh.

“sorry, baby, things have just been crazy at the moment” you could imagine niamh’s face right now, she probably looked like a kicked puppy and you couldn’t help but feel guilty.

“i know, baby, i’m sorry” niamh sighs, clearly upset.

“listen, i’ve got to go, i promise to call you a little later, okay? i love you”

“i love you too” you hang up with a big mwah on the phone. niamh is absolutely dejected, a small tear escapes her eye as she clutches her phone in her hand, all she wanted was to hold you. so tight so you wouldn’t leave her. maybe that could happen sooner than she thought.

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the reality of the situation is that you are staying at sam’s house, all you belongings in there. you were currently getting ready to go to the game to watch your girlfriend and your new teammates. you were dressed in your girlfriend’s jersey, going to a nearby florist and getting niamh a bouquet of all her favourite flowers.

sam organised you a place in the friends and family section, you felt like your heart was in your mouth. you kept bouncing your leg uncontrollably, you had a hat on your head in attempts to conceal your identity, but you were absolutely terrified that niamh could spot you.

she looked so upset as she walked out, you just wanted to hold her while she cried. both of you were slightly struggling with the distance between the both of you. you knew she was heartbroken every time you hung up the phone but you were too. crying almost 4 out of 5 times when she said “i love you, baby, bye”

the game was going well, niamh played well despite her emotions, just wanting to get it over and done with. by the time it had finished, it was 2-1 and chelsea had won. niamh and your teammates do their laps of photos and signatures, a fake smile evident on your girlfriend’s face.

you take off your hat when sam approaches, asking her to get niamh over to where you were.

you watch niamh the entire time, your face was full of worry as she trudged around the pitch. you watch as niamh is turned around by sam, her finger pointing to where you were. niamh’s mouth hung open, she was frozen. there stood her favourite girl, a big bouquet of her favourite flowers in your hands, smiling at her shyly.

you send her a wave and see niamh begin to smile, she sprints towards you, face full of shock as she nears you.

she immediately envelopes you in a tight embrace, the flowers falling to the pitch. you wrap your arms tightly around her neck while hers hold your waist. both of you were crying, feeling each other shaking with emotion.

“my girl” you coo, cradling her head to your neck as she hides her face there. “aw niamhy, your flowers, baby” you whisper, she just shakes her head and pulls you impossibly closer.

“i’ll get them later, just let me hold you” she pleads, placing multiple pecks on the skin of your neck, you can’t help but let out a giggle at the ticklish sensation. “let me look at you” you whisper, she pulls away just slightly, her eyes flickering between yours, both of you taking in each other’s appearance.

“what are you doing here?” she smiles, moving her hand to cradle your face, running her thumb over the apple of your cheek.

“here to see my favourite player, of course” you wink, she smiles at you, grabbing your waist in between her hands and lifting you over the barrier so you could stand in front of her. pulling you into another tight hug before pulling away from you, holding both of your hands in hers, lightly swinging them from side to side.

“how long are you here for, my love?” niamh questions, a hint of sadness in her words. “however long you want me, charlesy” you wink, she looks at you confused, “what do you mean, baby?” she lets out a little nervous laugh.

“do you know why i haven’t called you in two days?” you say cheekily, niamh raises her eyebrows at you expectantly.

“i’ve been staying at sam’s, signing a contract for my new club” niamh’s eyes widen, gripping your hands tightly and pulling you slightly closer to her.

“what club?” she smiles, she’s just excited that you’ll at least be in the same country.

“chelsea, baby!” you exclaim, letting out a little yelp when niamh picks you up in a hug, your legs instantly wrapping around her waist as she held you tightly.

“if you’re joking, i’ll beat you up” she pulls her head away from your shoulder to look at you, you just shake your head lightly with a smile, tears beginning to form at seeing her tearful eyes.

“it’s real, niamhy baby” you coo, moving to kiss her cheek when she moves her head so you kiss her lips instead. she moves her mouth tenderly with yours, her hand cupping your jaw and running her thumb over it as she slips her tongue into your mouth. you can’t help but whine into her mouth, it has been so long since you’ve kissed like this, your noises spurring a slight grin to be evident in her kisses.

after a bit, you pull away from her in need of air, resting your forehead on hers. both of you breathing heavily and grinning.

“you’re here” she breathes out, you place a kiss on her forehead, gently scratching the back of her neck while looking into her eyes.

“i’m here” you reassure, pulling her into another hug and staying in the tight embrace until you hear dry wretching coming from the side of you.

niamh reluctantly puts you down, standing behind you and holding you to her chest. both of you are faced with sam kerr with a disgusted face.

“gross, maybe i shouldn't have helped you two get together” she grins amusingly, you can’t help but roll your eyes and lean into niamh when she giggles in your ear, pressing an affectionate kiss to your temple.

“yeah, yeah, kerr, whatever you say” niamh starts cheekily, “now, let me take my girl to the change room and then take her home” she moves her hands to squeeze your hips, flipping you around to face her before hoisting you up over your shoulder, bending down to pick up her bouquet.

you let out a bright laugh when niamh begins to run, placing you in her cubby, changing her shoes and chucking on one of your hoodies, your heart soared at the sight. she was really in front of you, all your emotions flooding in at once.

she stands in front of you, looking at you expectantly but she’s faced with your tearful expression and pout, cooing at you immediately and holding your face between her hands.

“why are you crying, baby?” she wipes your tears off your cheeks, “i missed you, niamhy” she pouts at you, “i missed you more” she kisses your lips gently, pulling you into another tight embrace before dragging you out to her car. she can’t keep her hands off you, terrified that you’ll disappear again but you definitely won’t let that happen.

your debut at chelsea had niamh extremely proud, so excited to be playing with you finally after all these years. you manage to get a goal in the final 5 minutes, niamh sweeps you up in a hug before you can even register that you got the goal. “that’s my girl!” she exclaims, the rest of the girls around you hugging the both of you in celebration.

everything was perfect, you and niamh couldn’t be happier.

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you know the drill - just pretend it’s you xx

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niamhcharles17: baby girl is here to stay, blue is your colour, my love

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yourname: here to stay with my favourite girl who looks best in blue

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↳ niamhcharles17: oh

↳ yourname: baby, it’s not what it looks like

↳ niamhcharles17: yeah, okay, cheater

yourname: i’m niamh charles’ biggest fan! getting her name tattooed as we speak

↳ naimhcharles17: you didn’t

↳ yourname: come and find out

[flemingsfreckles]

Puppy Love

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Preview: you come home to a surprise from your girlfriend

Warnings: none

WC: 1.3k

A/N: here’s a very short blurb a wrote based off the middle photo of Jessie with the puppy. I’m in the process of working on 3 other fics that are multi part (better boyfriend is one, the other two are stuff that isn’t out yet) those just take a while so I’m taking time to write some small short stuff as well because it prevents my writers block from showing up.

“Oh no come back here with that” you hear your girlfriend yell at someone or something as you walk in the door. You set your keys down and begin to take off your shoes when you feel a warm soft body against the back of your leg. Turning around you see a small brown puppy standing looking up at you, one of your shirts hanging from its mouth.

Only a second later your girlfriend comes flying around the corner into the entryway, nearly slipping with the combination of her speed, her socks, and the tile flooring. She catches herself against the wall and looks up at you with huge eyes.

Jessie looks frazzled in every way. Her hair is sticking out in every direction, her cheeks are bright red as if she’d just been to training, she’s wearing only shorts and a sports bra. You can see a couple red nail scratches across her arms and she’s breathing heavily.

“Jessie.” It doesn’t take long for you to make the assumption that your girlfriend had brought home a puppy.

“Hi.” She gives you a tight lipped smile, just looking up at you before the puppy takes off running again, through your legs and off toward the kitchen.

“Oh my god” you hear Jessie mutter and she turns and chases after it. You’re not even sure if you should follow, still processing the scene that you came home to.

You take a few steps in the direction that Jessie ran off in and see her coming back toward you, a wiggling puppy in her arms. Your shirt now in her hand. She holds the puppy out to you, holding it under its arms like a small baby.

“Hold her.” You don’t have much of a choice so you put your arms out and take the puppy from her. The puppy is small and a little ball of fur in your arms, for a split second you forget that you should be questioning your girlfriend about what is going on. Jessie throws on the shirt the puppy had stolen and holds her arms out to take her back. You hand her back and you two just stand looking at each other, the puppy whining to be put down.

“Jessie, why is there a puppy in our house?”

“She needed a home.” She gives you a quick glance before her attention is redirected to the dog.

“So what? You thought ours was a good option?” You feel your voice raise slightly, you really weren’t mad, just more confused at the impulsive decision Jessie made, and a little frustrated that she hadn’t checked in with you before she brought home a huge responsibility.

“Maybe?” She looks at you with hopeful eyes. “Come on babe we’ve thought about it a couple of times.”

She wasn’t wrong the two of you had thought about adopting a dog on a couple occasions now that you lived together, you both wanted one but you never followed through in the process of actually picking out a dog. Something always got in the way.

“The dog came from Niamh’s neighbor, their dog had a bunch of puppies. The rest got adopted but no one wanted her because of her ear.” She holds the dog's ear up for you to see, but it was missing a large portion of it.

“It’s not her fault she was born like that. How could no one want her?” It looks like your girlfriend is on the verge of tears looking at the puppy’s face. “I know I should have asked babe but I didn’t. I’m sorry for that. She’s already house broken and can walk on a leash. Can we keep her please?”

You didn’t have a good reason to say no. You both wanted a dog, you were ready for the responsibility and you couldn’t help but admit how cute it was to see Jessie playing with her. She was poking its nose with her own, the dog trying to lick her face every time she leaned it.

“Sure Jess, we can keep her.”

“Yay! Did you hear that, you can stay.” She is back looking at the dog in her arms, talking to it as if she could understand. The dog just wiggles around, excited by the attention from Jessie not her actual words.

“I haven’t named her yet, I wanted to wait for you.” She sets down the dog and leans toward you, lips pursed waiting for a kiss. You lean in to place your lips to hers, giving her a quick kiss. It’s short and sweet, a nice welcome home.

“When did you have time to pick her up?” You point at the dog who has run over to the doorway and is rolling around on the rug scratching her back.

“After training, I went with Niamh, then we went to the store and bought all the things for her.” She points over to the pile of toys, a bag of food, two bowls, and a crate. You just nod. “She might want to go outside. She goes by the door when she needs to go. She’s so smart. Do you want to join us on a short walk?”

“Sure babe.” Jessie hurries over to where the puppy was rolling, grabbing the leash and harness that had been hung neatly next to both of your keys.

It’s warm out, the sun is just starting to set as you start your first walk with just the three of you as a small family. You walk for a couple minutes before the unnamed puppy starts sitting down, every couple of steps, bored of walking she sits and chomps at the grass.

“Come here.” Jessie says in a high pitched tone, the same tone she used earlier to talk to the puppy. She picks up the dog once again.

“Babe, what are you doing?”

“Her little legs are probably tired. She’s had a busy day.” You couldn’t help but smile, looking at your girlfriend grinning ear to ear as she held the puppy in her arms. She looks so content with the ball of fur. She carries her for the rest of the walk, letting the puppy lightly bounce in her arms as she walks alongside you.

You spent the rest of the afternoon playing with the puppy who you both agreed to name Maple both after her color and because you shot down Jessie’s original idea of naming her Moose but you refused to name the dog after another animal. Early into the night Maple found her own way into the large crate Jessie had bought and lined it with a bed and blankets.

“Look, she's sleeping.” You point out to Jessie as you both were standing in the kitchen waiting on a bag of popcorn to be ready. Jessie looks over to where Maple was, sound asleep in the pile of blankets.

“She’s so cute.”

“I cannot believe you brought home a dog.” You truly were shocked when you walked in the door earlier that day, the last thing you were expecting was a puppy.

“I know, I was a little worried you’d be mad.”

“How could I be when I had her cute face and your cute face both giving me puppy eyes?” You gently grab Jessie’s chin and place a kiss on her lips.

“Plus it’s good practice for when we have kids.” Jessie says when you pull away from her. The thought of having kids with her sends a flutter to your stomach. You knew it wouldn’t be soon, but in the future it was definitely something you both had talked about and wanted.

“Yeah it is but you better not bring home any kids without telling me first.”

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a start of something great ✮ l. walti

pairing: lia walti x fem!reader

summary: another accidental encounter, could things end bad? or is it the start of something great.

part one, two, three, four and five.

after that encounter with a certain swiss player, you couldn’t help but find yourself thinking at her. maybe, it was the way you felt her trace your face, you had felt it as you were slowly waking up.

you had just finished training, a certain brit swung their arms over your shoulder as you walked back to the locker room.

“any plans, n/n?” niamh asked, as jessie fleming hummed—after you had met the chelsea duo, they had adopted you into their duo, making it a trio.

“i was planning on getting a puppy, my apartment is a bit quiet.” you replied, as niamh hummed at your words.

“what breed?” jessie asked, as niamh dropped her arm from your shoulder to her side. the three of you had just entered the locker room, proceeding to your own locker.

“a golden.” you gave her a small smile, before heading to the showers, the towel was over your shoulder, as you held the two bottles, shampoo and conditioner.

after you finished showering, you wore a black turtleneck, with black plaid pants. bidding goodbye to jessie and niamh who gave you a small smile, you rushed to your car—not wanting to be late to meet the puppy.

you named her, hestia after the greek goddess of the hearth, home and fire. frankly, you thought she was an underrated goddess and fought strongly that she is still the 12th olympian.

hestia had already gotten her shots that were needed, the anti rabies vaccine and others. you already prepped the bowls, dog food, and toys.

you strolled through the park, the grey leash was already with its collar, as hestia kept pulling you somewhere—the leash ended up slipping from your grasp, as she ran forward.

your eyes widened as you chased after her, she didn’t go to far—as she sat, behind her ears were getting scratched.

“are you lost?” the familiar voice asked, as she analyzed the dog tag.

“hestia, i wonder who named you.” you cleared your throat as the brunette looked up to you, her face flushing as she realized it was you.

“i’m sorry if she disturbed you. the leash had slipped.” you explained, as lia hummed at your actions. she held out the leash, as you grabbed it, wrapping it a few times around a finger.

“she didn’t, don’t worry. so, why hestia?” lia asked, as she stood up—looking into your eyes, to which you avoided looking at the sky. if you didn’t do that, you would’ve seen how she blushed, how her eyes landed on your physique, and how she loved how the turtle neck suited you.

“i named her after my favorite greek goddess, hestia who is the goddess of hearth.” you said, before picking up the puppy. she cuddled into your arms, as you chuckled at the hestia’s behavior.

you didn’t know it but that was the start of something great. you two had spent the day talking about random things, mainly about life outside of football.

as you rested your head against the headboard, you felt your phone vibrate as it was held in your hands—quickly looking at the screen, you saw an instagram notification.

liawaelti has started following you.

a soft yet wide smile appeared, as you hummed. it took you a while to follow back, locking your phone as you turned to fall asleep.

y/nleon has started following you.

if only you could imagine how bright her smile was, or how you’d occupy her thoughts—ever since the world cup. the little misunderstanding, to her apology, and your unexpected transfer—not to mention her drunken mistake.

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all of the girls you loved

A/N: i am a SUCKER for a good song fic and obvi a sucker for some good Taylor content (gif creds: @merakiaes)

Pairings: George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Every woman that he knew brought him here. You want to teach him how forever feels. 2.6k words.

Warnings: so much crying why am i in a mood, fluff mostly!, song fic, song lyrics, pet names (poppet, dear), heartbreak, brief angst, ONE FUCKING CURSE WORD. jealousy, being stood up

1984

"your mother brought you up loyal and kind"

You'd been chasing the little red haired boy through the train station for the better part of the last ten minutes. But only because he tugged at your hair and stuck his tongue out at you. He started it. He's got this worn grey sweater, and you can tell his jeans were hand-me-downs from the patchwork in the knees. Probably from the boy, his older brother, with the wavy red hair carrying far too many books and stumbling up the train's steps.

Your antagonist giggles and ducks behind the brick pillar in the center of the station. You roll your eyes and round the otherside, tapping on his shoulder with a grin. He yelps and skitters away behind his mother. She has a small baby tucked in her arm and another cooing from a pram decorated with ribbons, lace, and wicker.

"Georgie!" She scolds him for tugging on her skirt before looking down to see your little face staring back at her. "Hello, dear, what's your name?"

The boy peeks his head out from behind her leg, round cheeks flushed a soft pink from all the running. You fold your arms over your chest and scowl at him.

"Determined little thing, aren't you?" she says with a sweet smile and kind eyes, "Have you been terrorizing this young lady?"

"It's not my fault, mum! She looks funny!"

"George. That's not how we talk about other people, now, is it?" she warns.

"No, mum."

"No, of course it's not. Now, you apologize this instant. Your brothers give me enough grief as is."

His wicked gaze meets yours, and you scowl hard as you can back at him. He squints. You purse your lips.

"I'm sorry because my mum told me so!"

You pout, "apology not accepted! I hope I never see you again!"

And with that, he watched the little girl with the wild hair and the polka-dotted pinafore skip away. Never to be seen again. Until the next year. And each year following the last.

1994

"teenage love taught you there's good in goodbye"

George has got a mouth full of the loudest bubblegum in existence when he comes roaring up behind you in the hallway, laying his arm across your shoulders.

"Evening, poppet. I assume you've heard the news," he chirps, smacking his gum in your ear proudly.

"You're disgusting, George," you say, shrugging his arm away but still matching his pace, "and I don't care that you bribed Niamh Ward into being your date to the Yule Ball."

"I didn't bribe her! She asked me and I said 'yes'"—he blows a gummy bubble in your face, and it bursts with a ringing pop—"D'you reckon she'll kiss me if I dance well enough?"

He twirls off down the hallway, ending his mini routine with a flourish of jazz hands.

"I don't reckon any girl will ever want to kiss you with moves like that."

"Oh, you're just a cynic. I'm perfectly snoggable, whether I can dance or not." He takes your wrist and drapes your arm in the crook of his own, and you scoff when he leans in to pop another bubble in your face. "Who's taking you to the ball, anyway? That Durmstrang halfwit?"

You yank your arm away and stop dead in your tracks. It's a well-known fact that you'd been waiting for George to ask you to the Yule Ball since first year. You thought for sure he'd ask you. But the time came and went and you each found other dates, other outfits, other plans. And you hate that deep down, a small part of you is still waiting for him to ask you. But you'd never do that to Niamh. Not even for George.

"As a matter of fact, yes," you say, "and his name is Johan—"

"What kind of name is Johan?"

He's still smacking his gum like he knows exactly how to get on your nerves. And after all these years, it's no wonder.

"You're so immature. I'll see you later."

"Oh, come on—"

"No, George," you huff, not turning around until you clear the corner and wipe your wet cheek with the sleeve of your robes.

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The Great Hall has never looked more decadent. Draped in glitz and the magic of the holidays. Everyone's absolutely buzzing with excitement, ever-present gossip, and the beauty of students dressed to the nines. And in the midst of it all, you still spot him from across the room.

Of course, Johan is the perfect gentleman. He even asked if you'd like to match your gown to his traditional red dress robes. It was a lovely idea, and it wasn't hard to pick out a lovely chiffon, maroon dress. He said you looked beautiful and danced with you most of the night, but there was still that sickly ache in your chest like flesh and tendon left split by two cold hands. George's hands.

After you told Johan you didn't feel well, he left you alone at one of the shimmering tables. You felt bad practically leading him on, but it's not like you'd been lying about your attraction to him. Just about your attraction to George.

You don't turn to face the person who plops onto the stool beside you. You're pretty dedicated to flicking the thin straw around the rim of your glass at this point.

"I left my date to come talk to you, so you better have a stellar reason for looking so glum."

George. You know he's trying to cheer you up. And he knows it's not exactly working how he'd hoped. "Come on, poppet. It's the Yule Ball. You've been looking forward to this for, what, six years?"

He hates that when you turn to face him, you've got tears dripping from your chin, jaw, nose, lashes. He hates that there's a small part of him that wishes he could have fixed it for you. 

"What's wrong?" he whispers, scooting closer and catching a slow tear slipping over your cheekbone. You flinch away and lean your head in your hand, closing your eyes.

"You have no idea."

George chortles and shrugs, "well, yeah. That's sort of why I'm asking." You land a hearty wallop on his arm, not even looking when you swing your fist at him. "Alright, that was deserved. Now, tell me. I don't like it when you shut me out."

"Why are you doing this, George? Why don't you just leave me alone? Go hang out with Niamh or something," you say. It's accusatory, sure, but that's the point. The inflection was aimed for the heart. Spear tipped with arsenic just to make it sting more.

He chews the inside of his cheek, rubbing the back of his neck when you dodge his gaze and sniffle.

"That might be a tad difficult seeing how she stood me up."

Shit.

"George, I didn't mean—"

"No, no, it's okay. She caught a... a stomach bug, or something. Spent all morning hunched over the girl’s toilet," he mumbles, loosening his tie. And you catch just the smallest smirk tugging the corner of his mouth. Like there's some kind of amusement in his own misery. "I feel bad for her, honestly."

"I'm so sorry, I had no idea." You grab his hand and lean closer. He looks tired up close. Like the light usually at home in his eyes as twinkled out and left him dimmed.

"You've nothing to be sorry for. Fate is fate, after all." He brushes his hair out of his face and takes a deep breath, squeezing your hand. "Dance with me?"

Yes, of course, you want to shriek. I'd love nothing more from the boy who used to yank on my hair and call me names and tell me he loved my sparkly shoes. An honor, you think, but the words don't reach. Just a smile.

"Sure," you say, letting him tug you in the direction of the crowd. The right direction, you think, the direction you've longed for. Then he spins you into his chest, and you feel the shallow rumble of his laugh in your fingertips.

"Was Johan a better dancer than me?" he says, swaying your bodies like tender obligation. You cock an eyebrow.

"Johan stepped on my toes every four steps and nearly tore my dress."

"...So?"

"Yes," you tease.

"Shut up. Let me make this dance a good one. For you."

You look up at him and he thinks he's never seen someone look so clueless and yet so completely beautiful. From the gloss on your lips to the gems on your shoes and even now, mascara smudged and hands shaky, he thinks he'd like to look at you for as long as you'll let him. And when you shuffle closer between songs, he has to catch his breath against your temple.

"Your hair's gotten so long, Georgie," you whisper, slipping your hand up and over his shoulder, to the back of his neck with a smile pressed to his warm cheek.

"Like it?"

"I’ll always like it."

He pleads to Merlin you can't feel the rattletrap pounding of his heart. His hand moves of its own volition, spread across the small of your back like he's seen in some romance films. The slow dance scene is always the most romantic. The pinnacle of their love thus far. The event to dissolve any prejudice leftover in their heads, and any pride hidden in the last cracks in their hearts.

"George, I have to tell you something important—"

"Shh, poppet, just dance with me a little longer."

And you suppose. It could wait that little while longer. Another dance. Another day. It'd come up again and break your heart, but it'd be too pressing to put off eventually.

So you let him hold your hand a little tighter, sway you in circles a little slower, and keep your heart beating a little louder.

1996

"every woman that you knew brought you here // i wanna teach you how forever feels"

The something important you had tried to tell George that night was that you'd be staying with your estranged aunt in Spain over the course of the next school year. Your final school year. You'd be leaving Hogwarts—leaving George—and spending the year homeschooling over in Spain.

You left that Spring to spend your days in the Spanish countryside, drinking in the sunshine and dancing to the music of the cicadas. It had devastated George. It had devastated all of the Weasleys. They were so used to housing you most summers, and the change was quite unwelcome. Less place settings, less baggage clunking up the stairs, less laughter. He could only hope you were happy. And that he'd be able to see you again one day in the future.

"Georgie?"

You caught him off guard. He nearly tripped and cracked a tooth on the steps when you called his name. He and his twin brother had made a spectacle of Ninety-three Diagon Alley in the time you'd been away. And you had just happened to wander in and find him hurrying up the technicolor stairs after his brother.

Nothing felt real when he met your eyes for the first time in a year and change. The sirens and bells and sparklers went fuzzy as he realized just how beautiful you'd gotten since he last saw you. Beautiful enough to make him wildly nervous. Enough to make him sweat.

"My Poppet." He says it gently, grinning when you bat your lashes and hold your arms out.

"Christ, I've missed you, George," you huff, burying your face in his shoulder when he wraps his arms around you.

"You have no idea."

You tease him with a laugh, "Well, yeah," pulling away to wrap your lithe fingers around his tie. "Look at your hair! It's so short!"

"Like it?" He runs his fingers through the scruff at the back of his head. You squint and pat the soft tufts at the top of his head.

"I love it. You know I do."

He sighs, ushering you to the back of the shop all while trying to conceal a giddy smile.

"I've had an entire year to reflect on all the reasons why you abandoned me, poppet. I made a list"—He takes your wrist and drapes your arm in the crook of his own—"Starting with that time I told you your unicorn shirt was quote, unquote, 'for babies'."

"You have to include my stunning defense, Weasley"—you clear your throat—"'I am a baby, and you're just a rotten little boy!'"

"How could I forget?" He pushes open a door to the very neglected office towards the back of the building. Papers stacked on the desk, a cobweb in the corner. Well-loved. "A little privacy, mademoiselle?"

"I'd be delighted."

He sweeps the dust off a brown leather chair by the desk, offering the seat to you with a shy smile.

"Oh, George," you whisper, fiddling with the clasp of your purse with watery eyes and a pout like the one you gave him the first time he saw you.

"Come here, sweetheart," he says, hurrying you into his embrace with the feeling of being gutted by your sad eyes weighing heavy on him.

"There's just so much"—you gasp and cover your mouth when you sob—"So much I've missed and so much I want to tell you and so much I wish I had seen and done with you..."

"I know. I know, I feel the same," he huffs, "I missed you more than words can describe. I didn't know what to do with myself."

"I'm so sorry, I never meant to hurt you, I thought—"

"No. No, poppet, of course not"—he holds you tighter, pressing you to the curves of his body, holding you like clay and hot glass—"You came back, that's all I could ever ask for."

You pull back and let him wipe the tears from your cheeks, leaving faint kisses on each temple. And when he finally tears himself away from your skin, he's only left desperate for the contact. His thumb brushes you cheek, and you hold his wrist, lashes fluttering to meet his soft gaze. Desperation. Exhaustion. Relief. It's all there in the palm of your hand, and just at his fingertips.

Twelve years is far too long to be loving anyone the way you love each other. Completely but without the parts of love we sometimes need most. The honesty and openness, the comfort, and more than ever, the kisses. He curses his wild eyes for sweeping the length of your parted lips. His wild eyes giving away his secrets and calling him a damned fool.

You catch his mouth with yours, innocent at first peck, but he kisses you back, unsure of where his hands should go, wanting perfection, especially when your nose bumps his and makes you smile into the wetness of the kisses.

"I want everything," you whisper, forced to choose between air and George, "I have loved you since the day we met."

"That's very cheesy, my dear." He rests his forehead against yours, cupping the side of your neck, thumb resting gingerly over the column of your throat. Just to hold something delicate. Fragile. His.

"Think you can do better?"

"Hmm," he clears his throat, "You stole my heart and... I don't think I want it back."

"Gross! You win."

"I meant it."

He winks and pecks your bottom lip sweetly, only to realize you're tearing up, head tilted back and hands fanning at your eyes. He holds your waist and you shake your head with a defeated laugh.

"I'm such a crybaby."

"My favorite."

"You're awful, Georgie."

"I know," he says, finally, "I know."

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[queen-of-reptiles]

𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙴

description: In which one of Chelsea's defenders is sick of losing to her girlfriend and her girlfriend is sick of being blocked by her own lover...

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athenea del castillo x female reader

disclaimer: I am in now way saying athenea is bi-sexual or lesbian, this is all fiction

warnings: language, bad google translation, angst, also just fluff

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y/n huffed out a breath, begging for the half time whistle to blow as she chased down her girlfriend, quickly shoulder checking her from the ball.

Athenea rolls down, crying out in annoyance as y/n sends a quick pass to Niamh, watching as her team quickly work, Sam managing to sneak a goal just before the whistle blew.

y/n threw her hands up, cheering as Jess jumped on her back, yelling about her pass to Niamh. Emma sent y/n a thumbs up and a nod, the blonde manager the only one to know about her and Athenea, other than y/n's best friends Millie Bright and Rachel Daly.

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y/n hadn't been able to sleep the night prior to this, nerves of facing her girlfriend for the first time since the world cup final haunted her. She was sat in the hotel garden, looking out when Emma saw her from her room.

The manager had gone down to tell her defender off, knowing how important the girl was defensively and with her set pieces, but stopped when she heard the girl speaking a language she didn't even know she could.

"Ambos somos demasiado leales para nuestro propio amor y no quiero que eso nos haga daño a largo plazo." She had whispered to her girlfriend, phone in her hand.

We are both too loyal for our own good love, and I don't want it to hurt us in the long run.

"Estaremos bien, sol, siempre lo estaremos." Athenea had promised her.

We'll be alright sunshine, we always are.

"Yeah, well. I'd much rather see you in a Chelsea shirt tomorrow." y/n had huffed to her girlfriend who let out a light laugh.

"Vamos Real Madrid." Athenea hummed and y/n chuckled.

"You Del Castillo are a fool if you think you will get past Chelsea." y/n chuckled.

"Si soy un tonto. Soy tu tonto." Athenea hummed.

If I am a fool, I am your fool.

"Será mejor que nos vayamos a la cama mi amor." y/n sighed into the phone.

We best get to bed, my love.

"Te veré mañana, te amo." Athenea had hummed.

I will see you tomorrow, I love you.

"Te amo." y/n had repeated.

I love you

Then the phone was off and y/n was once again left alone, or so she thought as she wondered why they were still hiding their love from the world.

"I didn't know you could speak Spanish." Emma stated and y/n froze, she turned and winced at her manager, sending her a sheepish wave.

Emma sighed, any annoyance at the 22 year old for being out of bed late left her when she had heard how heartbroken the girl sounded on the phone to her lover.

"How long?" Emma asked, nodding at the phone.

"Since we were 17." y/n answered her, not bothering to hide it now.

"5 years?" Emma asked in shock and y/n nodded. "No one knew for five years?" She asked again.

"Our families do, yeah, and Millie and Rachel on my side know. But that is it." y/n hummed.

"Why didn't you tell anyone?" Emma had asked confused.

"Because all people do is make up stories, rumours they can't do that to a relationship they don't know exists." y/n explained and Emma nodded.

"So, you lost to her at the world cup." Emma said. "Will you lose tomorrow?" She asked.

"No, not tomorrow. Vamos Chelsea." y/n had grinned at her manager who clapped her on the back.

"Come on kid, get some sleep." Emma hummed and the girl mock saluted and waddled away, leaving Emma shaking her head.

"5 years." She whispered incredulously as she followed the player inside.

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Now, in game, with Emma's thumbs up, y/n knew she had done a good job. 2-1 up before half time and potential to extend that lead as they walked toward the tunnel.

Sam jumped onto y/n's back, smiling from her goal as she pinched y/n's cheek, Millie, currently unplaying, telling her to stop annoying the younger girl.

"Surprise mother fucker." y/n suddenly said, spinning wildly as Sam screamed in shock, the defender stopped and Sam jumped off, only to crash to the floor dizzy.

The locker-room erupted in laughter at the star striker who pouted as the defender helped her up and they waited for Emma and their team talk.

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Ten minutes into the second half, something was clear. And that was that Athenea was gunning for her secret girlfriend. Any time y/n had the ball, Athenea would be over her, and not always in-line with the rules.

Chelsea currently had a corner, and as per set piece request, y/n waited patiently just outside the box, Athenea noticed her, looking back at Jess Carter and Niamh Charles who were still holding the back line.

Athenea ran forward, jostling her shoulder into y/n's back slightly, but the Chelsea player huffed and pushed her weight back, causing a small shoving fit to happen.

y/n let out a shout of annoyance at the ref, who seemed to finally notice the predicament. However, Athenea hadn't and shoved again, y/n rolled her eyes and keeled forward.

It was dramatic, y/n knew so, it was hard to knock her down, but as soon as she hit the grass the whistle was blown and a bright yellow card shown in her girlfriend's direction.

Athenea let out an annoyed call, but stalked away when the ref glared. The corner was finally taken, it bounced from a defender's head straight to the feet of y/n and she fired.

The ball seemed to ricochet at the back of the net as Athenea let out a curse in Spanish, but y/n ignored it as she raced to Sam and threw herself at her, the Australian catching her as she cheered.

It was y/n's tenth goal for Chelsea in one year and y/n cheered at the small amount of Chelsea fans who had followed them to Spain. She kissed her badge as she walked back, high fiving Jess and Niamh as she sent a thumbs up to Ann in goal.

The next fifteen minutes were filled with rough tackles and fast plays, y/n almost losing a limb at one point she felt. She could see Emma discussing about taking her off and as they lined up to another Chelsea corner, she wanted to make a difference.

Sam had directed her into the box this time, Niamh on the outside if needed. Athenea had followed and the two began jostling, the corner was taken, and before anyone could blink, it had bounced off y/n's head and into the net.

"Holy shit!" y/n yelled chasing after Sam who was screaming as well.

Athenea let out another curse, her team now 4-1 down and as they walked back, her girlfriend grinning made it worse. Play restarted and as minutes ticked by, the 78th minute almost done, Athenea ran at the goal.

y/n let out a sigh and chased after, making the decision and sliding down, her feet kicking the ball as Athenea fell on top of her. The Spanish lady groaned and stood up, shouting in annoyance.

"She got the ball, she got the ball." The ref denies and Athenea turns to shoulder barge y/n, but the English girl beats her too it and essentially shoulder checks her onto the ground.

"There's your foul." y/n hissed and Jess immediately pulled her away as a yellow was show in her direction. She was pulled off after, Emma telling her she was lucky it wasn't a red.

The game ended the way she left it. 4-1. And even though they had won, y/n was not in any way happy. Millie had wrapped her in a hug, knowing the upset that was coursing through her veins.

y/n went around, shaking a few players hands, conversing in their native language which shocked them. Finally she approached Athenea.

"Buen juego" y/n said, holding her hand out.

good game

Athenea looked like she was about to cry but y/n knew her well enough to know it wasn't about the game. She and Athenea were both loyal to a fault to their clubs, their countries, but they had never been like that.

They had known each other so long, understood so much of each other and yet were still learning things everyday and in that moment, the crowd, the game, the world no longer mattered, only their relationship.

"Lo siento, estaba tan enojada, y yo ..." Athenea began, but y/n hushed her.

I am so sorry, I just was so angry and I...

"It's okay. It's okay. I was an asshole too Thea." y/n promises, the nickname slipping from her lips before she had registered.

Athenea had always wondered what people would say if they were to find out about the two. They had been hidden for so long now, it seemed almost laughable.

"Lo siento." y/n repeated, holding her hand out.

Athenea had another idea however and tugged the taller girl in for a hug, the two hugging rather tightly as all their teams paused in shock.

Sam leaned over to Millie, the blonde not looking surprised like everyone else, she looked over to her manager who just continued talking with the Real Madrid Manager the two clearly aware also.

"That doesn't look like competitors." Sam says to Millie as the two pull away.

"Ya no me importa esconderme más." Athenea whispers to her lover, the girl watching her.

I do not care for hiding no more.

"Promise?" y/n asked and Athenea nodded and y/n grinned, leaning down to place a long kiss on her lover's lips.

It was almost comical, the reaction of shouts from the players and fans, trying to grasp what was going on as the two pulled away, swarmed by blue and white shirts.

"Ay!" Athenea called, her voice sharp as her team shut up.

"Yes, Athenea and I are together, no we didn't feel the need to share it." y/n explains as Sam stutters.

"How long?" Lauren asks confused and scratching her head.

"5 years." Athenea shrugs and once again it chaos descends.

"Surprise?" y/n says to them, before she grabs her girlfriend and runs off down the tunnel.

"Motherfucker!" Sam says before the group chase after.

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username1: 5 YEARS?? 🤯🤯🤯

username2: 5 WHOLE FUCKING YEARS - NOT A SINGLE PERSON SUSPECTED WONDERED WHATTT 😱😱

username3: this is why I have trust issues

username4: I'm just so confused on how they managed to hide a WHOLE ass relationship??? 😭

username5: HARD LAUNCH HARD FUCKING LAUNCH

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added a lil creative liberty and lengthened the time they had been dating to extend thy drama!

Hope you enjoyed !

also this was supposed to be up last night but ya girl went out and got drunk lmaoooo ! xx

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Queenie ! x

[doudouneverte]

LW

a/n: I don't know what to say so just fuck off Rubiales, Vilda and the Spanish Federation

*not my GIF*

Pairing; Laura Wienroither x Chelsea WFC! Reader; Chelsea WFC x AustriaWNT!Reader (also Zinsby x platonic!reader)

Summary: You love Laura since as long as you can remember but she's oblivious so, this season you decide to get more direct but you can't count on your teammates for help.

Type: Fluff AF

Warning: nothing

word count: 1916

note: in a univer where the two LW never tore their ACL

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You've known Laura since you were young. You both played together back in Austria, and you quickly fell in love. Well, the problem was that even if you showed her your affection in every possible way (staying polite and respectful, of course), she never got it.

Coming back to England after the national break, you had one idea in mind: definitely confess your feelings for the last time. But you didn't want to be rude or anything, so you needed a plan.

And what is more helpful than an almost-married couple on your team for love advice? So, for your first day back at training, you were quick to find Magda and Pernille, who were chatting about something.

"Moms, I need your help." You declared getting instantly their attention, as well as other teammates' in the room. "I want to confess my feelings to Laura, and I need advice."

There was silence for only two seconds before all the room burst into clapping and cheers. All your teammates knew that you loved the defender since you joined the club last summer, and it was confirmed when they saw how you act around her every time you played against Arsenal.

"And that's when we make our apparition." Sam said, sliding to your right side, while Guro was sliding to your left side.

"Uh, well, actually, I wanted..."

"Don't worry, Y/n, we're the best wingmen, well, wing women, you could dream of." The Norwegian cut you off, making some of your teammates laugh.

"I really appreciate that, but..."

"Where are we starting?" The Australian said this time, "Oh, I know. We can make a big panel with 'Laura, I love you' written on it."

"Yeah, and you could show up at their next match with it." The winger approved.

"But I think we can do better than that." Sam said, she was really thinking deeply about that.

"Don't you think we should stop them?" Pernille whispered to the Swedish defender.

"Yes, but I want to know how far they'll go," Magda admitted.

And that's how the whole training session went: the two players proposed some extravagant ideas, and you politely refused them.

"And if we do something more simple?" You asked, gaining their interest, and you watched around to see something that could help you until you spotted Eve. "We can just write her a poem with flowers." You proposed.

"It sounds boring." Guro said, hurting your feelings.

"Yeah, totally overacted." Sam confirmed.

"Well, at least it's still the most realistic thing to do." Niamh said, coming from nowhere.

"Yes, and it's still pretty romantic if you find the good words." Jessie added.

The two strikers looked at each other for a long moment before agreeing, "Okay, we will try that." The Norwegian said.

You released a breath you didn't know you were keeping and thanked your auto-designated sisters. Now, the second step was to write the best poem, and for that, you had an idea.

Back in the locker room, you were searching for someone when you collided with Magda. "Hey, careful little one. Why are you running?"

"I convinced Sam and Guro not to do one of their plans, and now I need help to write a poem." You replied.

"A poem? It seems pretty romantic." The Danish said.

You didn't stay longer and resumed your way to the locker room, where you found your French teammates. "Eve, I need your help."

"The last time you said you needed somebody's help, which was literally a few hours ago, you finished being chased by Sam and Guro during the entire training session." She gently reminded you, making you laugh.

"View it like this; it's a little funny." You admitted. "But really, I really need your help. I convinced Sam and Guro to give up their crazy for something more... realistic. And now I need someone who knows how to write a poem."

"I don't know why, but it sounds more unrealistic than their crazy ideas." The French player joked. "I'm not really good at writing poems, so let's not talk about writing them in English or German, but I can suggest some famous poets if you want."

"It would be fantastic." You said. After a few names written in your notes and a little drive back home, you were ready. You spent almost all your next free day writing it, and when you were proud enough, you let your teammates give their opinions.

"Honestly, it's pretty cool." Millie said.

"Yeah, we can feel all the love you have for her." Pernille added, making you more proud.

Now only one last step remains in your plan.

A few days later, Laura was ready to train with her teammates when Katie came in the locker room with a letter.

"Girls looked at what I found. They said it was for some of us, but there is not a name, just the initial LW." After hearing this, Manu almost groaned in exasperation.

She was aware of your crush on the defender; she was the one who made you realize it, and she was the one who convinced you to finally confess your feelings. You read her the letter, and her reaction was the same as your teammates'.

Everything was good, but she should be prepared for you messing up at least one thing.

"And there are flowers too." Stina remarked.

Lia Walti and Laura were focused on the flowers, while Leah Williamson was reading the letter loudly. When she finished, everyone in the locker room was shocked by this. It was more than good; for some, it was maybe the best thing they heard, but one question was on everyone's mind.

"Who wrote this?" Katie asked.

Leah looked at the bottom of the paper, and her eyes were wide open. "Y/n Y/l/n." She announced.

"What, Y/n, like Chelsea's player?" Jen asked.

"Apparently yes." The blonde captain replied, a little surprised by that.

"Well, now the important question is, who's LW?" Manu asked, trying discreetly not to put more pressure on you.

"Well, she's not clear about. She talks about a recent injury, but the three of us had a recent injury, so I don't know." Lia replied.

"Well, if I remember correctly, we play them tomorrow, so maybe you could ask her after the game." Frida said.

Meanwhile, Laura was processing everything. It was impossible that it could be her; maybe you just fell in love with one of the older players during your first season here. She didn't know, but somewhere in her mind, she felt like she would be sad if you didn't talk about her.

The next day was match day. You were really worried because Manu told you the next night that you messed up with the most important part of the plan, and now her teammates are trying to figure out for whom you wrote this.

In the locker room, Magda sensed that you were a little stressed by that and tried all she could to relax you. "You can always tell her everything in person if she doesn't understand it." She told you, joking about how many times you tried to be subtile, but the defender never got the hints. "You just need to be you. You're an amazing person, and I'm sure she doesn't need a poem or flowers to see that, but you'll need all your courage today to tell her how you feel after we beat them, okay?"

Like your captain predicted, you won the game, and you even assisted on a goal. But now the real thing could start. On your way to Arsenal's side, you were stopped by some teammates wishing you good luck. You walked to your destination until you were stopped by two figures just before you reached your national teammates.

"I think we need to talk." Leah said with a treating tone. You looked at the two of them, a little confused.

"I think she wants to say that maybe you have something to say to us." Lia corrected when she noticed how you seemed uncomfortable.

"Uh, I don't want to be disrespectful or anything, but what are you talking about?" You asked.

"What do you mean you don't know–" Leah started to say a little irritated by the situation, but she was cut off by her teammate.

"Who is LW?" Lia asked. It took a moment for your brain to understand what was happening. The two players, the irritated tone, LW, and—wait, LW? The letter?

"Oh, my god, are you talking about the letter?"

"Yes, we're talking about the letter. What did you expect?" The blonde captain asked.

"But why did you read the letter?"

"Because you wrote it." The brunette said this time.

"Wait, does one of you have a crush on me?"

"What? Of course not!" They told you at the same time. "But you have a crush on us," the English player added.

"Me? Of course not. Well, don't get me wrong, but my heart already belongs to someone else."

"So why did you write something like this if you already love someone?" The Swiss captain asked.

"Because LW is Laura." You said like it was obvious (technically it was). There was a little silence after your words; the two Arsenal players exchanged an awkward look before they looked behind them to finally notice the Austrian player.

Laura seemed shocked by the news. Fortunately, the two older players left you after they apologized for this misinterpretation.

"Oh." The defender said.

"Yeah. Oh." You repeated.

"But since when?"

"I don't know, maybe since we played together back in Austria."

"Wow, it's been a long time then. But why didn't you tell me anything?"

"Are you kidding me?" You rolled your eyes. "I really spent all my time giving you hints. It was so obvious that Sarah and Laura treated to lock us in a closet until I found the courage to confess. And it was only on our second camp."

"Wow, now I feel stupid." She said, and you laughed a little. "I mean, at the last camp, I heard you talk with Sarah P, and you said that you already had a pretty girl in mind when she asked you about meeting one of her teammates."

"Yes, that's because this pretty girl is you." You said and almost cringed at how it seemed cheesy.

Laura played with the hem of her shirt a moment before she met your eyes. "Can I ask you something?"

"Go on."

"Do you want to go on a date with me?"

You were shaking, unable to control yourself. "Yes, of course yes." You replied, and she smiled.

"Can I ask you another thing?"

"Yes."

"Can I kiss you?" At this moment, it was like your soul was leaving your body; you felt too much happiness for a lifetime. You nodded with a big smile on your face. She approached you, and being smaller than you, she landed one hand on your shoulder while the other cupped your face. She pushed on her toes and gently pressed her lips against yours.

"Finally!" Manu yelled. "It started to be physically painful to see you two in the same room doing nothing but looking at each other like teenage girls."

You pulled away to give her the middle finger until you heard Pernille said "Behave Y/n." You groaned but returned your attention to the girl in front of you, pressing a quick peck on her lips before joining your teammates.

[godeatershq]

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M: Park Serim,  Jan Buxaderas, Alex Fitzalan, Gabriel Guevara, Jacob Elordi, Henry Eikenberry, Avan Jogia, Damson Idris, Joshua Stradowski, Maxence Danet-Fauvel, Jeff Satur, Taylor Zakhar Perez, Jordan Fisher, David Castro, Nicholas Cirillo, Keith Powers, Jeremy Allen White, Drew Starkey, Charles Melton, Joshua Heuston, Thomas Weatherall, Darren Barnet, Noah Centineo, Brenton Thwaites, Zethphan Smith-Gneist, Michael Cimino, Evan Mock, Felix Mallard, Dylan Minnette, Froy Gutierrez, Barret Carnahan, Gavin Leatherwood, Ross Lynch, Ruairi O'connor, Harry Collett, Tom Glynn-Carney, Jabari Banks, Luka Sabbat, Algee Smith, Rome Flynn, Will Poulter, Charlie Gillespie, Chase Stokes, Léo Daudin, Jonathan Daviss, Caelan Moriarty, Willem De Schryver, Alex Aiono, Aramis Knight, Archie Renaux, Deaken Bluman, Jorge Lopez, Mason Gooding, Reece King, Rudy Pankow, Drake Rodger.

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Don’t let them see you. Don’t let them notice you. Don’t ever step foot in Underhill.

With a deathbed promise to her mother and a curse that exiles her from the realms, Alannah has no intention of ever leaving the fringe. She is content to live her life quietly and unseen by those in the forest. Until she saves a human from a harrowing death at the hands of a Fae prince. Elliot thanks her by upending her life, getting her cat to talk, and convincing her that she isn’t as content as she thought. When he finds a possible solution to her curse, the three of them brave the realm of Underhill to find the queen that placed the curse on Alannah’s family. Instead of removing the curse, the queen gives Alannah an impossible quest. To find a person of Fae and Witch blood.

Alannah’s journey through Underhill is rife with attempted assassinations, new and unexpected allies, and experiences and emotions that Alannah doesn’t understand. Underhill is nothing like she imagined. It is strange. It is wonderful. It is full of old and deadly secrets. To survive her journey, she must learn how to rely on others. And Alannah learns that being connected is so much better than being alone. If she succeeds, she’ll never have to be alone. But is she ready for the truth and its consequences?

Never go into Witches End. There is nothing but death and grief in that soil and everything beyond it is not for us.

Makenna has never belonged. As a fire witch born in a village of healer and blamed for every fire-related incident even if she wasn't at fault, she has always lived on the outside looking in. When Makenna's sister, Niamh, is horribly burned during a ritual, Makenna is chased into the lifeless woods of Witches End. But the woods are not empty. A plea turns into a bargain and Makenna pledges her nights to a shapeshifter named Fen. But Fen has many secrets and Makenna is plunged into the mystery of the Morrigan and the spell performed hundreds of years ago to seal away a terrible foe. All secrets have a price and Makenna just might pay with her life.

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[intothewildsea]

@beautiful-mischief continued from X.

Niamh was relieved she hadn't made Aislinn go on a wild goose chase all across the castle. She would've been even more embarrassed than she already was. At least it had been Aislinn and not one of the other guards, who probably would've scolded her even though that was something she couldn't control.

The moonlight shone down on the two of them. She noticed how it illuminated Aislinn's dark hair in a halo, how it made her beautiful eyes shine, and gods, Niamh just wanted to kiss her. The urge came on so suddenly that it took her breath away.

No one else was in the garden. So she stepped closer and leaned in, pressing her lips to Aislinn's. It lasted only a moment before she pulled away, cheeks flushed a pretty pink.

She'd wanted to do that for a long while. Maybe in her still sleepy state she'd finally felt brave enough to do so.

[inuyashaluver]

Hi bestie!! Love ur fics smmmm

If you have time do you think you could write one for Niamh Charles? Maybe something like she has a secret gf and her teammates find out! Ilyyy

secret - niamh charles

niamh charles x reader

description: in which niamh’s secret relationship with you gets discovered at a team bonding night when they see the two of you locking lips in the corner

warnings: swearing

a/n: hiya bestie!! thanks for the love and request omg ily, enjoy!! ❤️

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you and your girlfriend, niamh met in the england u17 team, you getting signed just a couple months behind her. you’ve always been really shy, niamh the exact opposite. it took her over 5 months to get you to even have a conversation longer than 10 minutes.

honestly, at first, she thought you didn’t like her, as you never looked her in the eyes without looking away quickly with flushed cheeks. you only talked to her when necessary and she couldn’t take it. she was so intrigued by you, honestly having a fat crush on you, without knowing that you felt exactly the same - hence why you couldn’t talk to her, you were just scared of messing up your words and embarrassing yourself.

one day, niamh was sitting with alessia and chatting with her, when suddenly, her favourite girl came and sat next to her, letting out a small “hi” with a shy smile. niamh snapped her head towards you with a bright smile, “hey” she breathes out.

alessia watched the interaction and grinned at the two of you, claiming ella was calling for her and she rushed to stand up and run away from you two, the two of you didn’t acknowledge her, only looking at each other with bright smiles.

you both talked and laughed with one another, niamh was so excited that you were finally talking to her, your shy smile making her heart leap out of her chest. over time, the two of you kept talking, smiling and laughing with each other. the two of you getting more connected with each other and becoming more physically intimate.

and without anyone’s knowledge, by the time she was 19 and you 18, you started dating. everyone genuinely thought you were just best friends pining over each other. if only they knew, when no one was around, the two of you would be making out and quickly pulling away when someone came in. even your closest friends truly believed the two of you were just clueless idiots.

it was honestly amazing how the two of you hid your relationship in the beginning stages, almost getting caught a couple of times when niamh left a hickey on the top side of your neck, seen when the two of you were training with the u20 teams. “oi! you’ve been in contact with vampires have you?” ella exclaims during training, everyone’s eyes on you, including your girlfriend who had pink cheeks. everyone breaks out into chatter, teasing you relentlessly as you push people away from you when they ask who it was.

ella and alessia walk up to niamh, “you jealous, niamhy, someone’s got your girl” ella says with a grin, shoving her lightly on the shoulder as niamh shakes her head. niamh’s eyes never left you, you were currently sprinting around the field with the rest of the girls chasing you. “i still think she likes you, niamh, don’t stop trying” alessia says sympathetically, niamh fakes sadness, nodding along with her words. if only they knew, she was the one that gave it to you the night before.

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now in present days, you and niamh get called up for the england senior team as well as signing with chelsea together. your relationship was still a ‘secret’ but not intentionally, both of you still getting teased relentlessly about it by all your teammates, all of them still thinking you’re just best friends who flirt and touch each other affectionately.

the thing is, the relationship wasn’t necessarily a secret, the two of you weren’t really hiding it anymore, both of you assuming everyone would catch on. now that you were both older, your lingering touches and kisses on the forehead and cheek should have said it all, but everyone in the woso community didn’t think anything of it, as the two of you were always like that with each other.

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the lionesses were overseas in australia for the world cup, the team having down time and deciding to watch a movie all together in the training facility. you and niamh were in the change room alone, you told niamh to go first, both of you having a little make out session as you pushed her out the door. holding onto her hoodie while walking her backwards, she whined when you pulled away from her.

“be quick, baby!” you grin and nod at her, giving her another quick peck, quickly giving her a smack on her backside when she turned from you, “cheeky” she winks at you walking to where the rest of the girls were. you quickly had a shower, wearing one of niamh’s hoodies and a pair of her shorts. surely people would have picked up on this but everyone thought it was normal - literally how?

you walk towards the room to see your girlfriend sitting on a beanbag at the back of the room, the rest of the team engrossed in the scary movie on the screen. niamh perks up seeing you, smiling brightly when she takes in your appearance. you give her a soft smile, walking up to her and gesturing for her to move over so you could sit. she shakes her head and taps the top of her thighs, wanting you to sit on her lap.

you shake your head gently at her and sit sideways on her lap, niamh immediately holding your waist with one hand and running the other one over your bare legs. she smiles up at you, bumping your nose with hers, giggling when you place a quick kiss on hers. you lean into her, holding on of her hands and playing with her fingers, both of you focusing on the movie for a second before you puffed out an exhale, niamh giggled because she knew you were bored.

you move your head slightly to place a kiss on niamh’s neck, smirking when she slightly squirms under you. she looks at you with blown out eyes, a suggestive smile evident on her lips. you grab the base of her neck to pull her closer to you, “focus on the movie, niamhy baby” you whisper and she swallows the lump in her throat. she tries to focus on the movie but the trail of kisses you’re leaving on her neck is extremely distracting.

she looks around, noticing all her teammates are still extremely focused on the movie, a couple screaming at a scary part. she tugs a piece of your hair back, your eyes now looking into hers. you smile at her innocently and her heart is beating so fast.

she moves your head to place a kiss on your lips, it was supposed to be short and sweet but both of you got so caught up in it. another make out session quickly progressing, “sit properly, baby” she grips your hips and gestures for you to straddle her lap, immediately giving into her and wrapping your arms around her neck, playing with her hair that was now down. you both would do anything for each other.

you both continue to kiss, her tongue infiltrating your mouth and you give her a small whine of appreciation. her gripping your hips tightly to show how much she liked it. your mind was completely hazy, you were so focused on niamh, nothing else mattered at this moment.

niamh hears a loud scream coming from the opposite side of the room, assuming it was the movie but the lights get turned on and loud cheers and chatter are heard by niamh. she pulls away from you confused, holding your body close to her protectively. you frown at her and then take in the situation. you didn’t move from niamh, only moving closer to her when you see the wide eyes and smiles from your teammates, all of them looking at you in disbelief.

“what the fuck is going on here!” leah starts, a grin evident on her face. you look at niamh, making eye contact with each other before looking back at the rest of your team. “you two finally got the balls to make a move huh?” ella teases, you quirk your eyebrows at her, moving to stand up and pulling niamh up with you. her arm tightly wrapped around you as she holds you to her chest.

“i think you guys are confused” you start, you weren’t the shy girl they knew too well, you were speaking with full confidence. everyone looked at you expectedly. niamh places a quick kiss on your cheek for encouragement, smiles going unmissed by the team.

“niamh and i have been dating for a while” you say with a soft smile, holding onto the hands wrapped around your waist. everyone looks at you surprised, numerous “since when!” and “what the fuck” heard all around the room. you look back at niamh over your shoulder and she speaks up this time.

“guys, she’s been my girl this whole time” she says with a bright smile and a giggle, “we’ve been dating since this one was 18” she gives you a squeeze, nudging her head at you.

alessia was the first to speak up, “so you were the hickey giver!” niamh immediately protests, “fuck off! she did too!” you laugh brightly at her, “sorry guys, we thought you knew, we’re very lovey dovey” you say apologetically to everyone.

“we just thought you were idiots, who would have thought you were dating?” ella says with a bright smile. niamh sways you both side to side, everyone looking at you both with soft smiles, finally knowing why the two of you were so affectionate.

the team were now piecing together all the obvious signs that you were dating. both of you always had kiss swollen lips and messy hair when you emerged from the change rooms together, everyone felt stupid.

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“i thought they knew the whole time?” you say to niamh, sitting next to her on the bus on the way to the match with your legs in her lap again. “me too, baby, i thought we were obvious” you nod in agreement with her. “it’s because you didn’t kiss me here enough” she taps her lips mockingly and you raise your brows at her, “oh really?” you smirk and she nods frantically, “i think you better make up for lost time” she shrugs, giggling when you immediately place your lips on hers.

she immediately deepens it, both of you only focusing on each other again. alessia and ella, sitting behind you immediately start wolf whistling while watching you. you turn to glare at them and they immediately stop, you’ve always had a mean glare ever since the youth teams, they knew better than to try you right now.

niamh leans down to whisper in your ear, “not my shy girl anymore, are you, baby?” giving you a kiss on the shell of your ear. you place a hand on her cheek, “it’s all your fault, charles” tutting at her.

she gives you a cheeky smile, giving you a quick peck on your lips before you snuggle into her, both of you taking a quick nap. everyone fangirling over you, taking photos while both of you cuddled and slept on the bus, letting the both of you rest until the match.

⋆ ★ ⋆ ★ ⋆ ★ ⋆ ★ ⋆

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niamhcharles17: it has come to our attention that none of you knew we were dating but i’ve loved this girl since i was 17 so, here’s the confirmation! @/yourname

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[saemi-the-writer]

Niasra (Niamh/Asra) in 5 minutes

More undercut, if you're interested :)

Niamh likes to borrow Asra's scarves and gilets, sometimes a shirt she leaves half-open on purpose because she knows he likes what he sees! Asra borrows some of her accessories and tunics from time to time.

Asra was so anxious to cause another crisis that he swore to not confess his feelings for Niamh, especially after the events in the Prologue. He was also worried Niamh was falling for him primarily by default or due to the lack of options, since she didn't get to make many friends during the 3 years after her resurrection. Niamh sometimes questioned her feelings for Asra, wondering if she was really in love with or deeply attached to him. But then, she realised she really loved the person Asra was and cherished the moments they shared because she loved him and not just because he had been her "master". So she decided "I have to clarify my intentions and feelings to him" and confessed first.

Asra knows how to cook and is quite good at it, but he likes to indulge in Niamh's great cooking <3 While she cooks most of the time, the two like to prepare dinner together, especially when they have guests.

Niamh was never fond of bugs, and due to her past trauma with the Plague beetles deeply set in her, she might freak out depending on its size/type. She might squash it *while* screaming or chase it with a broom (like Sophie in "Howl's moving Castle").

Asra catches the bug to let it out or feed ut to Faust - if the latter doesn't catch it first.

Niamh is the housekeeper of the two! That's why Asra is the one who goes to buy groceries, deals with some customers and does some other tasks in the shop. He doesn't want her to overwork herself or live off her.

Asra can still be overprotective of Niamh, but he tries his best not to smother her. Niamh can be protective, but since she dislikes when people are too protective of her or make her feel like she's fragile or can't handle herself, she refrains from overdoing it.

Asra is the most jealous of the two. A tiny part of him fears Niamh would find someone who "would never let her down" and leave him. Niamh refused to watch the memory of Asra and Julian because she thought it was none of her business, but she still felt a pang of jealousy and considered it inappropriate. She sometimes wondered (worried) whether Asra had someone he met during his journeys in the past.

Asra and Niamh have their disagreements, but they don't argue or fight often. When it happens, it can be because one of them (or both) was really tired/frustrated and somehow snapped at the other or took it out on them; like Niamh snapping at Asra because he's messy or Asra taking a jab at Niamh about her collecting/recycling habits. The subjects that are still quite sensitive are Lucio (for a while), Asra leaving or keeping (too many) secrets from her, Niamh's overly idealistic views (wanting to give a chance a bit too quickly, especially compared to her past self) and touchiness. Asra is usually the first to apologize because he's so afraid to repeat the same mistake and to come back too late that he sometimes apologized when he wasn't in the wrong. Niamh felt awful when it happened and made amends for it.

They are both popular for different reasons. Asra was already quite known and became especially famous after the Plague. Niamh was well-liked in the past, her resurrection made people a bit wary/freaked out at first; but she remained discreet. She became quite popular during the Trial, especially when she revealed she used to be Chimerae.

Niamh has a bit of separation anxiety, due to the faint memory of Asra leaving during the Plague and his travels away from the shop.

Asra is more likely to take the shot for Niamh, even if he knows she would hate it. Niamh has her mind set on "we must live together", but she would take a hit for him too.

[eparch]

Cat of the Grove

(Also on AO3)

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There is a Cat in the Grove

and it is one of many,

but this is the one that dares

climb all of mother's boughs.

As saplings, we watched it:

1. trot after our Luminary

2. mewl until fed

3. curl up for a nap

...at the mother avatar's feet.

(She does not shoo it.)

There is a Cat in the Grove

that has been there since we awakened.

The firstborn care for it

as they care for us

but they tell no stories

of how it came to the Grove.

So we take upon ourselves

the task of telling travelers—

the humans and the Norn

the Charr and, yes, the Asura too:

This is the firstborn

of all cats in the Grove.

It was here before us,

and it shall be here forever,

for firstborn cannot die

if they do not leave the Grove.

We are met with peculiar stares

and then we flee from our Luminary

who comes to scold us for telling lies.

There is a Cat in the Grove

that does not have a name.

As Wardens, we watch it

play amidst our practice targets

and hone its claws on them

just as we hone arrows and blades,

so we call it warrior.

As Menders, we watch it

seek our ill and our injured

and it lays at their sides

until they are cheered by it,

so we call it healer.

As Gardeners, we watch it

hunt vermin and pests

and keep our fields free

with its frequent patrols,

so we call it defender.

It does not seem to mind

the names we give it

as long as it can play and love and hunt.

There is a Cat in the Grove

who fusses and frets like the Menders

and of late it stays close

to our mother the most.

Few times it's left her boughs

where it nestles on the scars

left behind in the attack.

There is a Cat in the Grove

and one day it yowls and it shrieks

louder than before

until we are all awake,

from the upper chambers to Astorea

we hear it

and then we feel our mother weeping

and then we feel ourselves

the great loss of our brother

the first of firstborn

gone forevermore.

We will hear later

stories from the west,

and face together uncertainty

from the travelers that once filled

our Grove with laughter and cheer.

The humans and the Norn

and the Charr and the Asura—

for now they will give us

distrustful stares.

So we turn to our Luminary,

to the firstborns still here,

as if we were saplings again,

newly awakened.

We mourn together

for brothers and sisters and siblings lost

and for the first of firstborn

and they tell us stories

of his long travels and great deeds

and they tell us stories

of the Cat in the Grove.

Aife tells us he brought it

from far, far away

when it was smaller,

young like our people then,

and he returned with it on his shoulder

showing his brothers and sisters

his newfound companion.

Niamh tells us he played with it

but was never the only one

for Wynne and others too

would craft for it sticks

and let it chase leaves

all around the first gardens

(but not Faolain,

who thought to torment it

foolishly and futilely).

Kahedins tells us he showed it

to mother many times over,

and each time she would say

"I do not dictate the creatures

that emerge from the Dream."

and he would seem aggrieved

until it sought him

to comfort him.

Malomedies tells us he taught it

to seek out Caithe when hungry,

both from frivolity he liked to hide

and from wishing she would

open her heart to it

and then Caithe as thanks

taught it to sneak upon him

when he was engrossed in a book.

There is a Cat in the Grove

watching from the boughs

as the first saplings in years

finally awaken from their pods.

Our new young wake

with both Dream and Nightmare

flitting between their eyes—

but they are here.

They are here

and that is enough. 

And the Cat seems pleased

to have new quarry to chase

and mewl at until fed.

There is a Cat in the Grove

who the travelers like to point at. 

The humans and the Norn

and the Charr and the Asura

all come and tell us

that it is growing quite old,

and yet it still chases

saplings and pests alike,

and it still jumps into our beds

to share in our warmth,

and it still torments our Luminary

with its mewls and big eyes,

and it still naps where it pleases

in mother's boughs,

in mother's chamber,

but lately it's taken

to napping at the feet of the likeness

of the first of firstborn

who treated it as a friend

and then shared with it our home

and with his kindness made it

the Cat of the Grove.

-End-

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just a little poem I've been working on for the past few days. It was actually a shitpost between myself and @icebrooding about Trahearne and cats but I ended up doing a whole thing with it. I guess it's from a collective secondborn/somewhere in that timeframe POV. Thanks for reading.

[weaveroffates]

Niamh

Harper (Animulus) Niamh --> Trafalgar Niamh

Race: Selkie.

Age: 27 (post-timeskip.)

5'6"

Dark brown, almost black hair. Pale green eyes/Sea Glass Green. Pale skin, covered in freckles.

Seamstress/Quartermaster of the Heart Pirates.

~♡~ Backstory Notes. ~♡~

Harp Seal.

Her Father was a selkie who fell in love willingly with a human woman who loved him back and started a family.

Niamh had three older brothers. Mervyn, who was seven years older than her and was also a selkie. Murphy & Maccon who were two years older than her but didn't get the selkie genes(?)

Mother was an ambassador for her home island after retiring from her life of masked adventuring.

An event( ?) Happens that kills her father and separates her from her mother and her brother Maccon when she is around 10 years old.

Mervyn, Murphy, and Niamh were taken. when the trio tried to escape later. Murphy was killed and Niamh sustained injuries, got an infection, and eventually lost most of her hearing.

Mervyn dragged his sister to the nearest island and thought he had hid her well enough so he could try and get medical supplies from some locals.

But it wasn't enough as she was found by an elderly widow who thought Niamh was a "gift from the sea." Who proceeds to take her seal coat and hides it to keep her. Mervyn is unable to find it and pivots to help her adapt. Sign language, which many on the small remote island didn't know.

Hearing aids are a hard to get item? At least how far north she lived. Very expensive?

Mervyn went to a life of crime to try to afford one hearing aid. Later when she gets a replacement, Niamh keeps this one for sentimental reasons.

Mervyn also, sadly dies soon after he gets it for her. [Sickness/seal coat destroyed?]

She lives on the island until she is about 17-18 years old. Continues to look for her coat, but when a coat is buried the selkie owner of the coat cannot sense it.

Finds out she's been betrothed to the son of the light keeper, her searching becomes frantic.

The Heart Pirates arrive on the island within the first year of their travels (Law being about 17 years old when they meet.)

They help get her coat back and she asks to join them since she had no other place to go. (Law hands her back her coat.)

Dream was to travel and see the rest of the world? Wants to see fabrics and patterns from all over.

Also the Polar Tang had four teenage boys, the horrors. (Probably better than I've experienced tbh.)

Becomes the Quartermaster. [I kinda mixed the army definition with the pirate one.]

In land armies, a quartermaster is an officer who supervises logistics and requisitions, manages stores or barracks, and distributes supplies and provisions.

The quartermaster ranked higher than any other officer aboard the ship except the captain himself, and could veto the captain's decisions whenever the ship was not chasing a prize or engaged in battle. The quartermaster also was chiefly responsible for discipline, assessing punishments for crewmen who transgressed the articles. Taken from the Wikipedia Article for Quartermaster.

She mainly tells Law to take a nap and takes away his coffee when she does veto something.

Makes the crews custom jumpsuits, fixes clothing, and embroiders the jolly Rodgers on them. Also embroiders their names into their clothes.

Whenever someone has joined the crew to stay, she makes them a unique quilt for their bunks.

Made most of Law's clothes, curses the feathers. The animal prints are her fault, she likes them

Sealskin worn like a poncho/cloak.

Her bounty poster names her "Scary Neeve" As they misheard her/mistook her saying the town she joined the Heart Pirates as her name.

Due to the nature of have the aids and them acting more of an amplifier Niamh has to take breaks from them as they give her migranes since everything is loud.

sometimes will trade off which ear she will hear out of when needing to wear them for long periods of time.

gets vertigo easily, takes medicine for this but sometimes it's just best to rest. Rest sometimes is just sitting and crocheting.

Has balance issues before it gets real bad, Law and crew tend to watch for this.

Also gets sick if she's too far away from the sea, Zou is torture.

Her sign language is a dialect from the North-Blue.

~♡~ Romance ~♡~

Romance with Law is slow, not even considered until they are around 22/23 years of age.

Niamh doesn't push for it actually, and is content to be his friend.

It's when she almost dies during a squarmish with marines that he goes '*oh shit*' And aganises over it.

Like she was is a medical coma to reduce brain swelling.

Gets overprotective once she awakens to the point he pisses her off and they have a fight.

Have an argument, reveals feelings.

Take it slow? Nah.

Handfast ceremony with the crew as witnesses, oh god what have we done.

Keeps relationship hidden from everyone outside the crew, doesn't get revealed until after Wano.

Rather private with the crew as well.

~♡~ Sealskin, Tattoos, and piercings. ~♡~

Whatever she embroiders on the coat becomes a tattoo on her human body? It stings to do this?

She adds the Roger along the bottom.

Laws shoulder hearts to her coats shoulders.

Later she will get a heart tattooed on her ring finger.

A big piece that makes a sternum tattoo that wraps to her back? Not sure.

Remakes parts of Law's hat out of her sealskin as a wedding present. Her kind can live longer then humans but she's essentially giving a piece of her life away. Maybe that is what saves him from blackbeard later on. She can also feel vague pains from him in her soul when he gets hurt. (Or

Has multiple ear piercings. Ear cuffs and whatnot as well.

most of them are gifts from law. He likes to see the glittering on her ears.

~♡~ Niamh Personality ~♡~

Quiet, much more of one to observe then to be in the action.

Steady like the sea, and stubborn.

Has a need to fix things, even to her own detriment.

An icy anger, but patient.

She is uncomfortable with those not from the crew, and in a group of unknowns she is a wallflower.

She's not great with socializing because of her disability, those skills were not learned growing up. It's better now then when she first joined the crew.

Is often described as motherly/sisterly.

Her love language is time and making gifts for those she cares for. Which works great with her chosen profession as a seamstress.

Has a great interest in fabrics, stitching, thread, yarns, etc. Fashions maybe, but everyday wear is what she likes to make.

Likes patterns, and will make pieces that are to be styled with a plain piece. Like laws Zou look or Punk hazard are good examples.

But Law is a POS and pairs weird shit together.

The orange and yellow from Stampede for example.

She gets annoyed at him for that shit

"Maybe you should pick my outfits if it annoys you so much" he flirts "Maybe I will." She replies not taking it for flirting at all.

~♡~ Weapons/Fighting ~♡~

A pair of tailor shears turned into daggers, & various sized needle throwing knives.

Hand to hand, very much a rogue.

Kicks like a horse, has extra strength because of selkie/swimming.

~♡~ Hobbies/Things she likes ~♡~

Sewing, embroidery, quilting, knitting, crocheting, etc. If it has something to do with crafting, she probably does it.

Seashells & Jellyfish.

She does enjoy reading, but likes more to be read to while she does something with her hands. Audiobooks are her friend.

Drawing and doodling as well.

Tea person, doesn't like coffee.

~♡~ Family ~♡~

Spouse: Trafalgar Law

Children(?)

Coraline (Future)

Father: Alsvid

Mother: Animulus Calliope

Siblings:

Mervyn

Murphy

Maccon "Mac"

Maternal Aunt/Uncles/Cousins.

Paternal family (?)

[morganaseren]

WIP Wednesday (Werewolf Niamh/Werewolf Bethany)

Tagged by the lovely: @jellydishes

Tagging: @noeldressari, @this-is-something-idk-what, @chaosroid, and whomever else wants to feel like sharing something!

I think I’m running out of things to share though. 😂 Have a scene from one of my AUs!

AU: You’re the Sunshine on My Life (formerly known as the Mated Pair AU set in a modern Thedas)

Pairing: Niamh Cousland/Bethany Hawke (OTP: In Search of Silver Linings)

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Niamh was at home out in the wilderness.

It was ever a freeing experience, running across open, grassy plains still wet with the morning’s dew. Leaping over one of near endless, babbling streams, she allowed the natural gravity of the world as well as the comforting scent of pine and earth to ground her when her feet hit the rocky bank on the other side. Her body was already unconsciously on the move as she came out of her crouch, sprinting through the forest of towering trees. It was there that ancient instincts sprang to life. She couldn’t help her grin, allowing her fangs to elongate with the gesture, as she basked in the sensation of complete and utter abandon.

Why?

Her keen hearing easily caught the rush of footfalls behind her as she ran further from her pursuers, but the act itself was a challenge—a test most daring to capture a woman who would not allow herself to be caught by anyone other than the best.

And was Bethany not the best?

Niamh knew her answer when she felt the woman’s magic sing in the air, followed by startled yelps and the sound of cracking tree limbs—a likely indication Bethany had just flung her would-be rivals out of the way. The chase could only end with one logical conclusion after all.

Darting past boulders, bushes, and fallen trees, Niamh traversed deeper into this sacred, wooded place, but she didn’t slow nor did Bethany. In fact, she could feel the warmth radiating from the other woman as she quickened her own pace.

The mating run had gone on for hours by then—long enough that the stars had already blanketed the sky to frame the twin moons overhead. While Bethany’s determination had never waned, Niamh could sense her weariness.

The fatigue had nothing to do with physical exhaustion of course; Niamh had long understood all that the other woman was capable of.

No.

Bethany grew weary because she desired her prize.

Bethany wished to claim her.

No sooner had that thought finished that Niamh felt herself tackled from behind. Instantly, her sense of balance was lost, but worry didn’t fill her. Bethany would never intentionally harm her, and that point was proven well when the world around her shifted with a final rollover. When Niamh’s back met the cool grass once more, it was with utmost care, and she looked up to see her intended mate looming over her.

The gleam of pure satisfaction blooming within the amber depths of Bethany’s eyes was an attractive sight along with her lazy grin. Bethany adjusted her weight then, shifting to lay her elbows on either side of Niamh’s head as she leaned down toward her. Niamh could feel the low vibrations emanating from Bethany’s chest as the other woman gave a quick lick across her lips, sending a bolt of desire down her spine.

“Mate?”

Niamh could easily turn her away.

The capture held more weight than the chase itself after all. The latter was a test of her would-be suitor’s prowess to ensure they could hunt and provide for her, but the former also allowed her to assess them. Per the bylaws of their culture, if Niamh found them wanting in any manner, she could demand her release, and they would have no choice but to let her go and find a more suitable mate.

But Niamh merely smiled as she cupped the side of Bethany’s face. Her thumb swiped across her lips before she used the pad of it to slowly caress the long fang peeking out from them. At such a close distance, there was little denying the way those honey-brown eyes suddenly went dark with aroused interest. Bethany shifted above her again before settling herself more firmly between Niamh’s legs before leaning down to purr against her lips.

“Mate.”

Passion accompanied that insistent tone—of what Niamh was to her and what she wished to do with her.

And Niamh found herself unable to deny Bethany.

“Then come take me.”

[fcmalerage]

female muses.

phoenix jung. twenty-eight. street racer. kim jennie.

river choi. twenty-four. socialite. yu jimin.

yumiko tanaka. twenty-six. florist. sana minatozaki.

hiraki tomizawa. twenty-six. fashion designer. hirai momo.

maze chang. twenty-seven. hotel operations manager / sniper. ngc1961 / amberly yang.

kayla jeon. twenty-eight. middle school teacher. im nayeon.

ruby klein. twenty-six. law student. maddie phillips.

jane smith. thirty-two. retired assassin. jessica chastain.

aaliyah parrish. twenty-six. trust fund baby. savannah lee smith.

fallon wrobblewitz. twenty-eight. actress. camila morrone.

stacey kaufman. twenty-five. journalist. sydney sweeney.

amelia hernandez. twenty-seven. art curator / professional sculptor. kathryn bernardo.

addison tiu. twenty-five. bartender. chase sui wonders.

thea perez. twenty-six. art curator. camila mendez.

veronica diaz. twenty-eight. model. kylie versoza.

criselda fernandez. twenty-five. surgery intern. maris racal.

henrietta sy. twenty-four. student / social media influencer. chie filomeno.

jordyn summers. twenty-five. podcaster. niamh mccormack.

seoyon lee. twenty-seven. nurse. han so hee.

chanel ongpauco. twenty-six. socialite. kelsey merritt.

lydia gomez. twenty-four. vocalist of the band badec!sion. sab quesada.

male muses.

coen park. twenty-eight. superstar. kim taehyung.

jaehyun wang. twenty-nine. music and arts professor / producer. min yoongi.

jayce valentine. twenty-six. food delivery man / drug runner. drew starkey.

canon muses.

wanda maximoff. twenty something. gratiela brancusi / elizabeth olsen. (for content purposes only!)

jean grey. twenty something. abigail cowen.