#ellie carpenter x reader

[woso-dreamzzz]

Breakfast V

Ellie Carpenter x Daniëlle van de Donk x Child!Reader

Summary: You get hurt

Ellie didn't know what could constitute picking you up from Lindsey's in the middle of date night but all she knew was one minute she was going to the bathroom and the next Daan was running in saying that they had to leave.

You're in tears when she and Daan get there, sitting on Lindsey's sofa as you sob.

You've got one hell of a black eye. It was practically swelled shut and you were cradling your right wrist, keeping it close to your body as you cry.

"Mamma," You cry, reaching out your good hand for Daan," Het doet pijn (it hurts)."

Ellie has no idea what you're saying but she gets the general gist of it as Daan inspects you.

"What the hell happened?!" She demands.

"She slipped!" Lindsey replies, throwing her arms up as if to defend herself," Down the stairs! It was an accident!"

Ellie wants to scream at Lindsey for not watching you properly but settles on bringing the first aid kit over to Daan so she could wrap your wrist.

It doesn't look too bad, just a little sensitive but Ellie still knows you'll be going straight to the doctor tomorrow morning to get it checked out properly.

She knows you're okay (at least, she knows that it's not worth a hospital visit) but it doesn't stop Ellie from shoulder checking Lindsey on the way out.

Daan sits in the back with you on the way home and you curl into her so easily that Ellie imagines that's what you used to do when you were younger and still living in London.

You're exclusively speaking Dutch as well which is something Ellie barely has a grasp on besides the basics.

Frankly, this is all freaking her out. Not your injuries, Ellie can deal with that but just how distraught and emotional you are. She's never seen you like this before, curled up on Daan's lap like the little kid you actually are.

You wipe your nose on Daan's shirt and she doesn't even blink, gently stroking your back and whispering to you in equally soft Dutch.

"Mijn oog doet pijn en mijn pols (my eye hurts and my wrist)," You say as Daan inspects you again.

Your eye is looking better now that you've gotten home and kept an ice pack pressed against it. The swelling has mostly gone down so you can open and close it again but it's still turning a purplish colour.

Your wrist didn't seem sprained or broken either, just sensitive so hopefully sleeping in the bandage tonight will stave off the worst of it and the trip to the doctors will confirm that.

"Sorry dat ik date night onderbrak (sorry for interrupting date night)."

Mamma just shakes her head, pulling you even closer to her. "Nee, verontschuldig je niet. Het was een ongeluk. Je hoeft je nergens voor te verontschuldigen (no, don't apologise. It was an accident. You have nothing to apologise for)."

You don't quite believe her but Mamma doesn't lie to you so you have to take her word for it.

Her arms around you are warm and safe and you're tucked securely under her chin where nothing bad can happen to you.

"Mamma," You say," Ik denk niet dat ik morgen naar turnen kan gaan (I don't think I can go to gymnastics tomorrow)."

Whatever you say has a little bubble of laughter exit Daan's mouth and Ellie relaxes considerably. She's been completely lost for most of the conversation but Daan doesn't seem too worried with what you're saying so she relaxes.

She stays on the edges though, hovering. She isn't quite sure what she's meant to do.

Sure, she and Daan are getting married and, sure, she's got adoption papers that are being filed after the wedding but she's never been in a situation like this.

Ellie isn't sure if she's overstepping by coming into the little bubble of comfort that you've created with Daan. She's not exactly sure of the procedure for this kind of thing.

You seem to know though.

You catch Ellie standing there from the corner of your eyes and you put a hand over Daan's shoulder to reach for her.

"Mum," You whine," Mum."

Ellie's body moves on auto-pilot, her hand capturing your own as she sits next to Daan, squished up against you both as close as she can get. Her brain doesn't even realise what you've called her.

It all seems so natural, to you and to her.

There's no reason to make a big thing about it. It was always going to happen eventually.

You move from Daan to Ellie, wiggling in her lap for a moment before going almost completely limp, like you were sleeping but Ellie knew you weren't.

You curled into Ellie like how you curled into Daan, completely relaxed and boneless.

"Mag ik bij jou en Mum in bed slapen (can I sleep in bed with you and Mum)?" You ask Mamma.

"I think that can be arranged."

[kamotecue]

sick day ✫ e. carpenter

pairing: ellie carpenter x reader

summary: when ellie carpenter’s protective and caring side comes out, after y/n has a terrible fever. lioness!reader

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you snuggled deeply into the blanket that’s wrapped around you. you had just gotten a high fever, hence you felt a bit feverish at the same time a bit hot. you didn’t pay attention to the door opening, revealing your girlfriend, ellie.

“baby? are you feeling alright?” ellie asked, as you slowly turned to her, a wave of nausea hitting you as you closed your eyes.

“i feel a bit under the weather.” you replied, as you felt the bed sink making you open your eyes to see ellie with a worried look.

“have you ate yet?” ellie asked, as she placed her hand on your forehead, it was a bit hot. you softly shake your head, as she gave you a kiss on the forehead.

“i’ll make breakfast and you’ll take your medicine, okay?” ellie said, to which you gave her a soft smile. you didn’t like being sick, it made you felt weak. ellie stood up, as she opened the door heading to the kitchen to set a small meal.

you just laid there with your eyes closed, as another wave of nausea hit you, making you rush to the bathroom, throwing up in the toilet seat. as you simply flushed the toilet before sitting against the wall.

“baby?” ellie’s voice rang as you softly called out to her. shuffling was heard, as she made her way to the bathroom, to find you half awake.

“let’s brush your teeth before eating.” ellie slowly helped you up, in case you had the urge to puke again. she grabbed your green toothbrush, applying the white toothpaste that you loved out of the other flavors, as some were a bit too minty.

you opened your mouth, as ellie carefully brushed your teeth. once you were done, you both headed to the dining area to see a plate of avocado toast with a side of eggs.

“you don’t have to finish all of it, as long as it makes your stomach full.” ellie gave you a kiss on the head as she placed two pills that would reduce the fever on your place.

“won’t you attend training love?” you asked, as she shook her head.

“i called the manager and said, you’d be taking a off day.” you gave a soft smile, as you continued to eat.

“you didn’t have to, you know.” ellie simply chuckled, leaving you confused.

“i know, but i wanted to take care of you.” after you had breakfast, you changed into a more comfortable pair of clothes as you cuddled into ellie on the couch. she was watching one of her favorite shows, and you just watched along with her, however you’d gaze up at her face from time to time, slightly admiring your girlfriend.

[wileys-russo]

for a potential Ellie Carpenter blurb : maybe some domestic fluff where Ellie is exhausted from all that running around after a match-packed week and reader, her girlfriend, takes care of her.

(Any other details would be up to you)

roadrunner II e.carpenter

you crossed your arms tighter as the airport doors opened and a crisp breeze blew through, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet as you waited patiently.

bundled up in your girlfriends favorite hoodie she'd so kindly forgotten to pack, you definitely didn't hide it, you were engrossed in the smell of her perfume but it just wasn't the same as the real thing and these last two weeks you'd missed her terribly.

coming off the back of five back to back wins in the span of two weeks with lyon ellie had been called up to her national camp for pre world cup friendlies against new zealand.

she'd flown out from france on tuesday night, arrived in australia friday mornning and played the first game sunday afternoon. from the facetimes or phone calls she somehow managed to squeeze in among her action packed schedule you could see the jetlag was affecting her.

you'd never completely understand what she went through to play for club and country of course, whenever you were called back to england for national duty of your own it was a couple of hours on a plane and that was hardly comparable in the slightest.

however you'd warned her time and time again about burn out and listening to what her body was trying to tell her with the insane travel schedule she stuck to throughout the season going continent to continent.

but each time you tried the blonde would only wave you off making a sarcastic joke and often sending your head spinning with a feverish kiss in an attempt to change the subject, though by now you knew her games all too well.

you perked up as a crowd of tired looking passengers burst through the arrival gates standing on the tips of your toe to try and spot your girlfriend, a frown settling into your features as seemingly everyone headed their separate ways and there was no sign of ellie.

"not looking for someone are we?"

you spun around at the thick australian accent, a grin curling into your lips as the blonde stood behind you with a smile of her own. "how the hell did you get behind me? i was looking so carefully!" you laughed as the two of you pulled one another into a bone crushing hug.

"not carefully enough babe, i'm too good at being sneaky im like a ninja!" ellie pinched your sides teasingly as you pulled away with a roll of your eyes, pecking her lips a few times and grabbing her bags, ignoring her calls that she had them.

"shut up and tell me you missed me." you teased, the taller girl sighing dramatically and pausing as if to ponder her next words.

"need i remind darling that i am your ride home and i have the house keys?" you warned jingling them as the two of you made your way out of the airport and toward the car. "missed you so so so much." ellie wrapped her arms around your neck from behind and kissed your cheek repeatedly.

"much better." you complimented with a wink, smacking her hand away as she tried to grab one of the bags off you. "aren't you going to tell me you missed me?" ellie countered with a playful frown as the two of you neared the car.

"mmm but we promised not to lie to one another." you teased, clicking unlock on the car and squealing as ellie attempted to pick you up and spin you around, her bags falling to the floor as she stumbled and nearly dropped you down with them.

"okay! lets not forget you've just flown for two days." you laughed as you shoved her toward the passenger side and quickly loaded her bags into the back. "thats normally my job." the defender pouted as you opened the drivers door and slid inside.

"snooze you lose and you need a good snooze." you smiled softly, leaning over the middle console to kiss her properly and mumbling how much you missed her against her lips, gently grabbing her hands in yours as she tried to grip the back of your need to deepen the kiss.

"i meant it el, home and sleep." you cautioned firmly though not unkindly, the time nearing 8pm anyway. "food, home and sleep?" the australian asked hopefully as you nodded with an amused smile.

"how could i possibly forget that the way to your heart is through your stomach?"

~

only when you got home after grabbing takeout on the way back, ellie did not want to sleep. "el!" you groaned, dragging your hands down your face as the two of you finished dinner and she insisted on washing up, and then unpacking, and then doing her laundry.

"what? if i do it now then i save myself doing it tomorrow, or you doing it for me!" the blonde replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, the bags under her eyes growing darker and darker with each passing minute.

"ellie, my love." you moved your body to block the exit of your shared bedroom, your face softening as ellie sighed and placed down the basket of washing.

"you're racing around like a roadrunner and you've been on the go for weeks now. we have two days off before we're back to training and you need to rest." you reminded, hands falling to gently clasp her face.

"its nine at night and you've been flying since monday morning, you might feel awake but you look like shit and i can see in your eyes that you are fighting exhaustion. please let me look after you so you're looking after yourself baby." you requested, thumbs tracing the sharp curve of her jaw, bracing as suddenly the tall defender collapsed into you.

"do i really look like shit?" she mumbled into your shoulder making you chuckle, body sagging and melting into yours as you held her tightly and smiled.

"you always look beautiful but today lets just say you look a bit beautifully disheveled." you tangled a hand in her hair and moved to scratch at her scalp as she heavily exhaled and you shifted a little as more of her weight bore into you.

"okay. how about this-" you gently pushed her backward until she was sat on the edge of the bed, her arms moving to wrap around your waist as her head fell to your stomach with a hum.

"-you go and pick a movie, get comfortable. i'll pop your washing on and we can lay down together and watch something until you fall asleep, deal?" you bargained as ellie exhaled heavily but nodded in agreement.

"good." you tilted her head back with your finger and placed a tender kiss to her lips. breaking away you hurried to grab her basket of washing, darting off to the laudry as your girlfriends footsteps made their way toward the living room and you heard the gentle thud of her body slumping into the sofa.

returning a few minutes later you smiled to see her wrapped up in a blanket, blonde hair hidden beneath your favourite hoodie she'd taken with her. "swap." the australian called out as you arrived beside her, sitting up and starting to take it off.

"what?" you laughed as she rolled her eyes and huffed, tugging impatiently at the hem of your own hoodie and repeating herself. "alright alright, needy." you teased, tugging off the hoodie and trading with her, both of you pulling the material over your heads.

"this one smells much more like you." ellie mumbled happily, going to lay down again as you stopped her, slipping in behind her into her normal position of the big spoon. "do you want a drink or anything?" you whispered into her hair as she clicked play on the movie.

"no, just a tall glass of you." the australian replied charmingly with a smile, eyes drooping a little as she fought back a yawn. "always the charmer aren't you carpenter." you teased as she settled herself into you, flipping around onto her stomach as her head rested on your chest and her hands dug into the small of your back.

"oh els no come on!" you whined seeing which movie she'd selected, one of her favorites she'd watched to death and back, and one that you despised and she well knew.

"you'll fall asleep like ten minutes in and i'll be stuck." you complained, her hand moving over your mouth the only response you needed. unable to argue with the adorably tired smile sent your way you melted, pressing a kiss to her nose and grinning as she scrunched it up.

"go to sleep angel." you whispered watching as a few minutes in she was fighting to keep her eyes open, one hand sneaking up the back of her hoodie and the other messing with her hair, your nails raking up and down the toned and tanned skin of her back.

"mm that feels nice baby." the australian mumbled, eyes fluttering closed finally as her body relaxed and her breathing evened out. within a couple of minutes you bit your lip to stop from laughing as she let out a small snore, a tell tale sign that she was exhausted and out cold.

but you'd be sure to tease her for it once she was a little better rested tomorrow.

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SNAP OUT OF IT. | ellie carpenter

ellie carpenter x reader

genres: soft angst, comfort.

warnings: english!reader, some swearing words, couple fights, r being stupid again, wc semi-final.

notes: uhhhh i really enjoyed writing this, also writing ellie it's so satisfying because no matter the situation she's always understandable 😭

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Sometimes you need to be injured to understand things and patiently resolve them.

Believing in me is scary, but let me tell you one more secret: Discovering love is loving without fear; the beginning is sweet and the end is sour.

PK.

The last thing you felt was your nose staring at the grass with all the strength in the world, even with your attempt to protect it with your hands.

Perhaps it was quite strong, mainly because the odor of blood emitted more and more into your nostrils every second.

Your ankle, aching and tensing, which at least was an answer that you hadn't been injured enough to leave the pitch.

You're not used to this kind of tackle; normally you are determined enough to dodge.

But Ellie Carpenter didn't make mistakes. No matter who it was, it was always a success; even if you were her girlfriend.

❝ Hey, is everything okay? ❞ A muffled female voice echoed through your ears. You weren't in the best situation to look who it was, but you mentally hoped it was the Australian.

The voice now became a whistle; probably calling the medical team. At this point, the woman whose saying was actually the referee.

Progressively, muffled voices began to appear, and you at least wished one of them was Ellie.

It slowly started to irritate you. The subtle conversations around you were sickening, the blood dripping from the tip of your lips and the shame of getting hurt in front of a worldwide audience didn't help.

You pushed yourself up, pressing both palms to the bloody grass and slowly rising; sitting down.

Reddened cheeks, a mixture of embarrassment and drops of blood, your light blue uniform slowly absorbed each of those drops. ❝ Shit. ❞ You groaned.

❝ Is everything ok with you? ❞ They asked that again. But this time, it was Greenwood who was there. ❝ Can you stand up?! ❞ She was attentive.

You just nodded your head in confirmation. Even though it was a strong impact against the ground, it wasn't the worst thing in the world. ❝ I'm fine. ❞ You mumbled.

Took time to breathe deeply as you sat on the stadium lawn waiting for the medical team.

It was the year of the World Cup, the big semi-final against Australia and one step away from the final. Up to this point, you have played perfectly so you could take England all the way.

But now? Things went downhill, in reality, it wasn't like England depended on you; we're talking about the woman on the other side.

The woman who was five meters away, looking at you, the one who didn't dare approach you after the tackle.

Ellie Carpenter was like a sentence in some book that you start to love. The type of phrase you tattoo on your skin to remember, that stays in your mind.

And that was what enchanted you; Carpenter was the woman of your life and you loved it.

But at that moment, that magic disappeared. You at least expected her to come up to you and apologize or whatever two human people would do.

Raso reached Ellie, placed her arm on Ellie's shoulder and the two turned as if they were going to discuss something. No more or less.

And it stung your heart, like a stab so sturdy that it created a lump in your throat. It was no longer the pain of falling to the ground that was bothering you, but the pain of hers idiocy.

An urge to cry grew inside you, immense chagrin bubbled up. The fact that Ellie hadn't come to you until now had destroyed you enough to make yourself angry.

Of course, a while back you two promised to show the minimum amount of affection in public to respect the relationship. But that? That was already an baloney, conceivably even a lack of esteem towards you.

I mean, that's what you thought. The Australian defender turned back and laid eyes on you. The typical regretful and scared look, desperate to see you well.

But you were too blind to see this, perhaps because of the oxygen in your brain, of anger or appertaining to so many people being in front of you.

Within minutes, you had a cotton ball stuck in your left nostril. People had already dispersed and Alex pulled you to your feet.

You were already standing, the referee was explaining the rules for the free kick meters after the center line; such words that entered one side of the ear and came out the other.

It was the last minute of first half stoppage time, you were begging for it to end once and for all. The euphoric feeling of playing was gone, and you just wanted to go to the locker room.

You kicked without thinking, seconds after the whistle. Unsuccessfully, it went outside.

The high-pitched sound rose three times in a row.

Greenwood patted you on the back, indirectly advising you to go straight to the locker room. The captain went ahead and you stayed behind, after all, a tug on your shirt stopped you.

The clear blue eyes, as the ocean, stare at you. Such eyes that you were so used to seeing in your everyday life.

❝ Hey. ❞ She let go muttering, still holding the sleeve of your jersey.

It sounds so scary that you were so wrathful, that Ellie's face was sickening at that moment. You couldn't bear to see her.

❝ I'm sorry, I didn't mean to— ❞ Before the Australian could apologize for her actions, you pushed her hand away.

❝ Forget it. ❞ To be honest, any unusual word in your vocabulary with the defender was terrifying.

❝ [reader], it wasn’t— ❞

❝ Your intention? I know. ❞ You interrupted her.

Ellie knows you very, very well. But when you acted so stupid, it was like all your months together were thrown into the fire and you just became another stranger.

❝ Can you stop being like that for once and listen to me?! ❞

❝ If you wanted to talk to me, you should have come sooner, no? ❞

❝ That's what I'm trying to explain to you, if you would stop being stupid. ❞ Gradually, the defender's patience disappeared.

❝ Am I being the stupid one now? It wasn't me who neglected to stay by your side. ❞ You had a habit of acting as if you were the center of the universe. ❝ Don't waste my time anymore, please. ❞

The feeling that you are worthless to no one is scary. And that's what Ellie felt.

❝ Right. ❞ She murmured, clearly holding back tears. Ellie's voice was a completely broken tightrope, struggling between not crying and not screaming.

You had more words stuck in your throat, you wanted to say how stupid Carpenter was to leave you there, how stupid she was for not even talking to you. But to be honest, that was already too much.

Hearing Ellie's intonation break in half broke his heart. This just showed that sometimes, you weren't prepared at all for such rough falls.

But in this life, who is?

You turned your back on Ellie, before things got worse; before you turn it into a dead end.

Watching Ellie play for the last forty-five minutes while you were on the bench was the worst thing ever seen today.

I mean, anyone could clearly say that the Australian was not doing well in terms of her own performance.

And this created an vast discomfort within you, after all, it was obvious that you were to blame for this.

Carpenter was the type of person who didn't care about other people's comments, paying minimal attention to opinions; good or bad.

But you were an exception. You had the privilege of always being able to comment or advise something in your girlfriend's life.

Yes, exactly. You should have been careful with your words.

Your fingers drummed on own upper thigh, while the same leg shook with anxiety. You just wanted it all to end soon.

Not just because of Ellie, but you guys were winning; you were reaping what you sowed.

You wanted to hear the last whistle and run in front of that field and finally be able to celebrate advancing to the finals.

And said and done, it happened. Three whistles were enough for you to leave the bench and run to the first teammate you saw.

Hugs, celebrations and pure self-resilience. Your mind acted like a switch, going from overwhelming worry and anxiety to the greatest euphoric feeling of your life.

Within moments, the muffled sound of joyful shouts and Earps tirelessly repeating words of victory near you were your joyful moments.

But your life was a faulty switch, the nonsense comes back at you like a rubber band pulled against your own skin, without control.

Obviously, your eyes are like a machine configured only to focus on the one piece of your life.

Even if you had won, you still lost.

You know when people say they hate seeing the love of their life sad? That's exactly what happened.

One of the scariest moments of your life was looking in detail at Ellie's tired and destroyed face.

You were terrible, you were bad. How many times have you made Carpenter's heart a wreck that keeps pounding for you?

You swallowed hard before abandoning your team and stepping firmly onto the greenish ground, heading towards her.

Ellie had taken off her headband before sitting on the grass, near the goal area.

It's kind of funny that you have the courage to go to her after everything.

The Australian was sitting with her back to the crowd, facing your direction, looking at the ground. It's even surprising that she didn't notice you getting close.

❝ Hey. ❞ You said awkwardly, standing in front of Carpenter.

She did not answer. In fact, she didn't even look at you.

And that hurts a lot. You tried again, but now sitting next to her.

You stayed quiet, not even looking at her. The silence at that time remained, the only thing that passed by were the screams of the crowd.

❝ You should be with them. ❞ It was Ellie's first sentence after minutes of crushing silence.

❝ I can celebrate a victory several times. Staying with you is unique. ❞

The defender slowly turned her face towards you, with a beautiful but lying smile. ❝ I'm sorry. ❞

❝ Don't apologize. ❞ You muttered. ❝ I went excessive angry with you. ❞

❝ I should have stayed with you when I did that. ❞ Ellie whispered. ❝ But I was scared. I didn't want to see what I did to you. ❞

You didn't answered back, but kept cutting the few grasses of the stadium with your fingers. Carpenter stared at you, as if you were a child playing in the playground.

❝ You are under no obligation to do anything. ❞ You said.

❝ Yes, I do. You love me, and it's the least I can do for it. ❞

You laughed while holding back your laughter. It wasn't funny, but you weren't expecting it.

❝ To be honest, I was very sad to see you like this. ❞

Ellie smiled a very naive smile, as if she was slowly forgetting the things that had happened. She brought her body closer to you, so she could lay her head on your shoulder.

❝ I thought you said you didn't like being with me like this, in public. ❞ You joked.

❝ Oh, shut up. ❞ She crossed one of her arms around yours. ❝ I hope next time you keep your mouth shut for the entire ninety minutes. ❞

❝ Okay, from now on. ❞ You gestured as if you were closing your lips.

❝ No! ❞ Carpenter laughed as he lightly pushed his body. ❝ Not now! Currently, I just want to hear your voice and be by your side. ❞

Despite everything, it's very funny and incredible how easily you made Ellie forget the defeat a few minutes ago, and how she made you forget all your problems.

She was the type of person that when you meet, you two just fit. You feel as good as if you've known her your whole life, and you don't need to hide anything.

You took a strong, calm breath, as if you had finally overcome the pain.

❝ I was thinking about you the entire second half. ❞ It's actually interesting, for the simple fact that Ellie always told you to be professional and not mix sports and dating.

❝ I know you. ❞ You said before letting out a giggle. ❝ And you could tell, since I didn't take my eyes off you. ❞

❝ Yuck! You seem like a dramatic romantic. ❞ Deep down, the Australian love it.

You slowly wrapped one of your arms around Ellie's body, so you could comfortably place a peck on her temple. ❝ Maybe. ❞

❝ Stop being an idiot. ❞ She joked.

❝ Only if you promise not to be sad with me anymore. ❞ You raised your right pinky.

Ellie smiled a beautiful smile, the kind that warms your soul; She closed his pinky with hers.

❝ I promise. ❞

[gunnerfc]

Ellie Carpenter NSFW Alphabet (18+, Minors DNI!)

A: Aftercare

Ellie is usually the one who requires more aftercare after sex, but the times that she’s been the more dominant one, she’s so focused on how to help you calm down

B: Body Part (their favorite body part of themselves and their partner)

Ellie’s favorite body part is her actually her whole body, because no matter what she does, she’ll some sort of reaction from you

Her favorite of yours is your mouth (specifically your tongue)

C: Cum (anything to do with cum)

There will be an intense makeout after one of you goes down on the other

D: Dirty Secret 

Would be open to a threesome depending on the person

E: Experience (Are they experienced? Do they know what they are doing?) 

Yes and no, she’s experienced but her previous partners weren’t as in tune with her and her body like you are so it feels like a brand-new experience

F: Favorite Position 

Your head between her legs with her legs wrapped tightly around your head/shoulders

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)

It changes each time, but most times she’ll start a bit giggly and then get more serious as you go on

I: Intimacy (How intimate are they during the moment?)

Ellie’s intimacy is normally before sex because during sex she’s so focused on what you’re doing she sometimes forgets to be intimate unless you’ve been apart

J: Jack off (Masturbation HC)

Ellie doesn’t care, if either of needs to get off and the other isnt around then go for it!

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks) 

Temperature play with ice, it drives her crazy

L: Location (Favorite place to have sex)

Ellie is a big fan of shower sex so any shower is fine with her (but she also doesn’t care about the place if it means you pleasuring her)

M: Motivation (What turns them on?) 

Seeing you all sweaty after a game or training which almost always leads to shower sex

N: No (Something they wouldn't do)

Ellie doesn’t like having her body tied up, she wants to always be able to touch you

O: Oral (Preference on giving or receiving)

Receiving!

P: Pace (Fast & Rough? Slow & Sensual?) 

Depends on the mood, most times it’s fast and rough but sometimes if you’ve been apart for a long period of time it’s slower and more intimate

Q: Quickie (Thoughts on quickies) 

Enjoys them! Mostly happens right before you leave the house or after a game/training in the shower

R: Risk (Are they open to experimenting) 

Yes and no, Ellie is open to some ideas but not everything but as long as you two talk about it then she may consider something she didnt before

S: Stamina (How many rounds) 

Many rounds, She has so much energy and sex is a good way to tire her out

T: Toys 

You have some but they don’t get used super often because Ellie prefers you using your mouth/fingers to make her cum

U: Unfair (Do they like the tease)

She doesn’t really tease you, she does outside of the bedroom but in the bedroom, she’s on the receiving end of the teasing

V: Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make) 

Ellie is very loud, you have gotten a noise complaint before which made her embarrassed and a little turned on at the thought that she was that loud

W: Wild Card (Random HC)

After you received the noise complaint from a neighbor, Ellie was less embarrassed than you were and the next time you two had sex she made a comment about “trying for two” which didn’t happen but she obviously still enjoyed herself that night

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s pretty high, will defiantly have a lot of sex whenever you can

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

If she’s been on the receiving end for most of the night, she’ll fall asleep pretty quickly

[ouiouibaguettt]

Yellow

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ellie carpenter x reader

Y/N is the sister of Alexandre Lacazette here.

words: 2.8k

warnings: slight mentions of bad comments

→ two lovers in australia before the wwc2023!

→ inspired by yellow by Coldplay

Masterlist

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Look at the stars Look how they shine for you

Arriving at the airport after a 1-day flight. You took out the camera to continue the series of vlogs that you posts every day and which you started the week of the warm-up match against Ireland. 

"Hey guys how are you today? Personally I'm pretty good-" you said before being cut off by your teammate Selma Bacha.

"She's only in a good mood because she's going to see her girlfriend again tomorrow" she said before catching up with Grace Geyoro and Viviane Asseyi to escape you. 

"I mean she's right, I'm going to see Ellie again tomorrow." you say with a big smile before getting back on topic. 

"Anyway, we've just arrived in Melbourne to get ready for the game against Australia on the 15th of July. Honestly, I think it's going to be a tough match,  it's not at the same level as Ireland, even though Ireland had some very good players. So we're going to have to move our asses to try and win the match. I'll make a transition to show you my room at the hotel afterwards," you say before hiding your camera with your hand and turning it off.

And everything you do

Yeah, they were all yellow

Once you’re arrived at the hotel, and found out about the accommodation for the coming week, you were relieved to find yourself with Selma, your partner since the Olympique Lyonnais academy. 

"Yes, Y/N/N, we're in the same room", Selma said, jumping onto your back before bringing you down to the floor with her. 

"Yes I can read Selma" you say as you pushed her off your back to get up. Returning to the room, you take out your camera to resume the vlog. You put your hand back in front of the camera before taking it away to say.

"I'm back! So I'm going to show you the room," you say before starting to show the room. Once you’re finished, you dropped yourself onto the bed to conclude the day's video: 

"Well, guys, that was our beautiful room, so I'll see you tomorrow with Ellie! Sel' do you want to say something?" you asked your flatmate, "Yes, hang on, I'm coming" she said.

*big thump* 

"Sel' ça va?" you asked between two laughs, tears welling up in your eyes as the fall was so ridiculous. 

"Ca va" said Selma, getting up and walking more calmly towards you. "Kisses guys, sleep well, don't forget to support France for the World Cup please, goodbye" she said as she climbed back into bed. 

"You heard the boss, good night and see you tomorrow," you say, switching off your vlog before connecting the camera to the computer to post the video. 

I came along I wrote a song for you And all the things you do

As a player living under the shadow of your big brother, you were used to receiving comments like "you're not as good as your brother", "stop playing football", "well, lacazette's sister sucks lmao", but that didn't mean you were happy to receive these kinds of comments. That's how you found yourself at 2am on twitter and Instagram reading the comments you received every day. These comments made you fall asleep at 5am.

And it was called Yellow

When you woke up, Selma saw that you were still asleep, which was strange because, apart from when you are with Ellie, you are an early riser. It was when she saw the phone in your hands that Selma realised why you still hadn't woken up. So she had the wonderful idea of surprising you. Selma walked over to your camera to start the vlog of the day. 

"Hi guys, it's Selma, I know you were expecting to see Y/N/N, but she's still asleep, she hasn't had the best night, so to change that I'm going to call Ellie, because I know she's already awake, get her over here so she can wake up our favourite person. It's clearly a genius idea". She says as she picks up her phone and dials Ellie's number. 

"Hey Ellie, I'm sorry to bother you but would you like to come to our hotel right now? Because I have to tell you, Y/N/N didn't have the best night of her life. She was still asleep when I woke up, with her phone in her hands, and I think she's been on the internet again to see what people are saying about her," said Selma, worried about you. 

"Don't worry, you're not bothering me. Oh yes, why not, it's a good idea and it'll be good for her not to think about it while I'm with her" said Ellie, going back to her room to get her things, a Matildas tracksuit set. 

"Okay good, and yes, I think so too. I'm going downstairs to let the receptionist know you're coming so you don't get turned away," said Selma as she started to leave her room and head for reception. 

"Ok thanks, I'll be there in 10 or 15 minutes, see you later" said Ellie as she hung up.

So then I took my turn Oh, what a thing to have done And it was all yellow

Once Ellie arrived outside the hotel, she was immediately greeted by one of the receptionists. "Hello, what can I do to help you?" asked the hostess. 

"Hi, I'm Ellie Carpenter, Y/N Lacazette's girlfriend, I've come to visit her. Her flatmate, Selma Bacha, told me she'd told you?" said Ellie, hoping she hadn't given the wrong information. 

"Oh yes, I see, well Mrs Carpenter, your girlfriend is on the 3rd floor, room 312. Have a nice day" said the hostess. 

"Thank you very much, have a nice day too" thanked Ellie before taking the lift to room 312 on the 3rd floor. Arriving at the door of the room, Ellie took out her telephone to warn Selma.

to Selmama

I'm at the door

By the time she had put her phone away, the door opened and Selma Bacha was overjoyed to see her Lyon team-mate here. 

"Ellie" Selma shouted in a whisper as she came to give her a hug. 

"Thanks for coming" she thanked her quickly before letting Ellie into the room. 

"No worries, you know I'd do anything for our favorite person" Ellie said with a heart filled look on her face. 

"Oh that's lovely an digusting at the same time" said Selma smiling before resuming her sentence.

"So, you've got the key card on Y/N/N's bedside table if you need it, I'll go with Grace, Kenza and Viviane. Have a nice day, lovers." she said as she closed the door. Now alone, Ellie took off her shoes, then went straight to your camera to resume the vlog, "Hi everyone, this is Ellie, my moment of glory is going to be short as I'm just going to film myself waking Zoe up" she said as she placed the camera on a piece of furniture so that it was well positioned.

Your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful And you know, you know I love you so

"My love, wake up" said Ellie as she sat down next to you and stroked your cheek. 

"Hmm Ellie, what are you doing here, let me sleep, I'm so tired. Give me your jumper im cold and i miss you" you grumbled as you pulled the duvet up over your face. 

"I am here because Im worried about you and because I love you. Now do you want my jumper?" asked Ellie. 

"Yes please give it to me, and no need to be worried i just read those comment last night and I shouldn't have done now cuddles please." you say holding out your hands at her like a baby. 

"Argh Ellie your jumper's all yellow" you complained girl. 

"Don’t do it again baby you are an excellent player okay? So I have to take it back?" questioned Ellie. 

"No, I'm only going to wear it because it's got your scent on it and I missed you, come on come here i ant cuddles please" you say as you put on the famous yellow jumper and grabbed Ellie by the waist to lay her down beside you. 

"I missed you too," said Ellie, putting her hand on you cheek to draw you into a kiss.

You know I love you so

After spending the morning in bed, our lovebirds got up and got ready, although you preferred to keep Ellie’s jumper, to join Caitlin Foord, and Sam Kerr at a restaurant for lunch time. When they got there, you were greeted by whistles because of the yellow clothes you were wearing. 

"That's the last time I wear yellow for you Els" you say with your cheeks flushed. 

"Don't say that, yellow suits your tan" laughs Sam before saying hello. 

"I'm going to leave again if you don't stop" you tried to intimidate the 3 matildas. Once the meal was over, the 4 people decided to go their separate ways, Sam and Caitin heading back to their hotel, and Ellie and you to your hotel, but before you could do so Caitlin turned round to say. "We'll be waiting for you in 6 days Y/N/N, I hope you're ready to lose", narrowly missing the middle finger you gave her.

I swam across I jumped across for you Oh, what a thing to do 'Cause you were all yellow

Having spent the rest of the afternoon lounging by the pool, watching their series, you and Ellie went back up to your room to enjoy a couple of hours together before having to separate for the next month. 

"Why does all of your tracksuit are yellow? That colour isn't on your flag dude it's weird" you asked. 

"I don't know it's not me who create your tracksuit, and- woah hold on miss, did you really call me 'dude'" said Ellie. 

"Yes, I did, what are you gonna do 'du-'" you say before being cut off by two hands coming to tickle her on her hips. "AH- E-Ellie stop it please" you say with tears in your eyes and between two breath. 

"Said you're sorry for calling me 'dude' im your girlfirend not your dude". she threatened you. 

"I-Im sorry, now please s-stop it i can't take it anymore" you say trying to push away Ellie who had ended up on top of you. 

"Ok, Ok I will stop" said Ellie but didn't take her hands off your hips. 

"Why are you looking at me like that" asked the Australian, "Like what?" you replied. 

"Like I've just tied up all the stars in the sky" replied the blonde. 

"You're the most beautiful star" you say with a cheeky grin. 

"Okay softie come here now" replied Ellie drawing you into a kiss before resting her head in the crook of your neck.

I drew a line I drew a line for you Oh, what a thing to do And it was all yellow

When Ellie left, you noticed that she had forgotten to take her tracksuit jacket, so you took out her phone to tell her.

to Baby Aussie You forgot your jacket x

from Baby Aussie I know, I did it on purpose because I know you love yellow, and my stuff so it’s gift xx

to Baby Aussie I hate you, but thank you, I love you!! xx

from Baby Aussie I love you too baby xx

Resting your phone on your stomach, you couldn't help but feel butterflies in your stomach at the thought of having Ellie's jacket with you for the next few days. When it was time for dinner, you had barely got out of the shower so you grabbed the first clothes you could find before putting them on and hurrying down the stairs so as not to be late. 

"Nice jacket, Y/N." Grace told you, laughing along with Viviane and Selma. 

"I didn't know you'd changed nationality" said your coach as he left to sit at the other coaches' table. 

"Huh?" was the only thing you could reply before looking at your clothes, it was when you saw the Matildas jacket that you understood her team's jokes. 

"Leave me alone" you say as you sat down next to Selma who was filming the scene with Amel and Wendie, all posting you in Ellie's jacket, and mentioning the two of you in a instagram’s story. You decided to repost it with "I look good in yellow don't I", before switching off your phone.

And your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful And you know, for you, I'd bleed myself dry For you, I'd bleed myself dry

from @elliecarpenterr yes yellow looks good on you, but my jacket looks even better on you!

from @elliecarpenterr at least the fan are going to be happy with this content.

You saw Ellie's instragram messages as you went back to your room, so you decided to reply quickly before getting ready for bed so you could be in shape for the first training session of the week. At the end of the first training session (which was more of a muscle warm-up) of the day, you joined your foursome before going to the table for lunch. 

"Are you worried about the Australia game?" asked Selma as she bit into her apple. 

"Honestly, yeah, they're monsters mate" said Viviane as she scrolled through tiktok. 

"Yeah I agree with Viv, Sel" said Grace as she played subway surfers on her phone. 

"Yeah same as the other two, from the keeper, to the striker this team is amazing" you say watching Grace play and laughing at the tiktoks Viviane shows you. 

"Fuck, I forgot to post my vlog yesterday! Never mind, I'll continue it for a while before posting it tonight," you say, slapping your forehead. You ran back to your room to get the camera before turning it on and picking up the vlog where you left off. 

"Hi guys, day 3 in Australia, Melbourne to be precise, yesterday I got to spend the day with Ellie as you've seen our stories, today however it's training for Friday's match" you say as you sat down next to Selma. 

"This morning was pretty easy, because it was weight training to strengthen and warm up our muscles, and this afternoon it's little games and matches. Selma, any comments on this morning's warm-up?" you asked, pointing the camera at Selma. 

"It was fun, there was a good atmosphere," she said before returning to her apple. 

"Thank you Selma, Grace and Viv, how did you find this morning's session?" You asked the two other players in front of you. 

"It was cool", "It was exhausting" said both of them at the same time, while you showed yourself to the camera with a face filled with terror at the fact that both of them had spoken at exactly the same time. 

"Wow that was weird don't do speak at the same time again please" you say before you had to say goodbye to your vlog as lunch break had just finished.

 "Well, the break's over, so I'll see you later," you say as you turns off your camera.

It's true Look how they shine for you Look how they shine for you Look how they shine for Look how they shine for you Look how they shine for you Look how they shine

Unfortunately you couldn't finish the afternoon's training session because of a sprained ankle, so you'll have to miss the match against Australia and the 1st World Cup match against Jamaica. You were on one of the sofas in the hotel lounge, in your Olympique Lyonnais shorts and ellie's yellow jumper, when you decide to finish the day's vlog. 

"I'm back earlier than planned, I've sprained my ankle so I'll be away for at least 2 weeks, and yes I can see you coming, yes I'm still wearing ellie's jumper because I miss her and it smells like her. So that's it for yesterday's and today's vlog, be well, be good, big kisses to you tomorrow" yoou say before quickly publishing the video and falling asleep on the sofa in the yellow jumper.

Look at the stars Look how they shine for you And all the things that you do

[mccardswife]

heyyy, recently i have been thinking about writing one shots for woso and others, i’ve suddenly gotten the interest for it again which im really happy about. i probably have lost some creativity so i would be really happy if people will suggest what i can write. Requests and tips will be open!!

i would love if people came with requests for example for arsenal wfc, barca, woso, also national teams like engwnt and uswnt and more!! just feel free to request and ask me about anything!

goodbye for now<3

[billybob598]

how would we feel about a ellie carpenter x ufc!reader?

[woso-dreamzzz]

Breakfast III

Ellie Carpenter x Daniëlle van de Donk x Child!Reader

Summary: The match against Arsenal

You don't know how you feel now that Beth is back.

You don't hate her. You don't think you can ever hate Beth. She used to do your bubble baths and read you stories with funny voices.

But...You don't want to see her. You don't want to have to play nice with her and be friendly.

You walk out with Ellie for the match and make sure not to wriggle away even when she teasingly flicks your ear. Usually, you walk out with Mamma but she's playing super sub today and Ellie scooped you up before you could scamper away.

Beth waves at you in the tunnel and you shrink away.

"You can just tell her to fuck off, pipsqueak," Ellie says as you walk out with her.

"Mamma says you swear like a sailor and not to listen to you," You reply and Ellie looks a bit hurt by that.

"She said that? Clearly, she's never heard herself. Talk about a potty mouth."

"Don't be mean to my Mamma!" You say back, glaring though there's very little anger in your tone.

"Right," Ellie says," Well I think little pipsqueaks who turn on their partners in crime should run back to their Mammas."

You huff. "Play good, Ellie," You say begrudgingly because Ellie's ruffling your hair.

"Of course I will," Ellie boasts," I'm amazing."

You dig your fingers into her side. "Humble, too." You run off to Mamma a moment before Ellie can retaliate.

You're all smiles as you approach before you make eye contact with Beth and it immediately drops when she gives you a special little wave she always used to.

You get the icky feeling in your stomach and rush to hide your face in Mamma's shirt.

She presses the back of your head into her, rubbing over your hair softly. "What's wrong?" She asks. Mamma isn't usually this serious with you. She's always more joking and soft. She's not a serious person.

"You've been out of it all day," She says," What's wrong? Huh?"

You glance out across the pitch as the match goes on. You pick out Ellie and Beth easily - Ellie dispossessing Beth and kicking the ball all the way up and away. You bite at your lip.

"Mamma," You say," If Beth is here...Do you still like her?"

Mamma looks a bit confused at you and she adjusts you on her lap. "Where's this coming from, huh? You can still be friends with Beth if-"

You shake your head, your bottom lip wobbling. "I don't want to be friends with Beth!" You cry out," I don't! I don't! I don't!"

Mamma looks alarmed at your sudden influx of emotions and she immediately reaches out for a blanket to cover you with. She cups your face.

"Okay," She says to you softly," You don't want to be friends with Beth. That's okay. Can you explain why though?"

You can't though and you huff out a big sigh and rest against Mamma's collarbone. You clamp your fist around her top. "No," You say," I just...It's different. We've got Ellie now." You stop for a moment just to suck in a ragged breath. "I don't need Beth like I used to. I'm sorry."

"Okay." Mamma's fingers run up and down the length of your spine. A kiss is pressed to your temple. "Thank you for telling me. You don't have to be friends with Beth, alright? You don't have to pretend that everything's okay with her when you feel differently. You never need to apologise for your feelings."

You sniffle. "Thank you, Mamma."

You're more settled after that, happy to turn in Mamma's arms and watch the match.

Arsenal puts up a good fight but no one is beating Lyon today. You happily clap your hands and stand on Mamma's lap to get the best view.

It's a few minutes before Mamma's meant to come on that everything goes to hell. She's already started warming up so you're sat between Ada and Lindsey, who are meant to be resting for the match.

You're leaning away from Lindsey's tickling hands when Beth comes streaking down your side of the pitch, right in front of the bench and tackles Ellie to the ground.

It's not exactly the cleanest of tackles and their legs get tangled with each other and you're on your feet as soon as you catch a glimpse of Ellie's pained face.

Mamma catches you quickly, intercepting you as she jogs back to the bench while you peel away from your babysitters. "Hey," She says softly," Hey, no. You can't interfere. You know the rules."

"Ellie!" You cry out, reaching for her as the medics swarm around her prone body," Ellie!"

Beth gets up with no injuries of her own and it makes your blood boil. It's completely unfair that she gets to just walk away while you and Mamma's Ellie are left hobbling off.

"Ellie!" You try to squirm out of Mamma's grip but it's like iron and she walks you over slowly.

"You're not worried about little old me, are you pipsqueak?" Ellie teases even as she winces.

Mamma leaves to get subbed on and you pad to Ellie's side.

"You're hurt," You say," Is it bad?"

"A week or so of rest," She says," But that's it. A nasty tumble, that's all."

You sniffle a lot and bite the inside of your cheek so you don't cry. "Are you sure? Promise?"

"Promise, pipsqueak," She says," I wouldn't lie to you."

You believe her and you harshly wipe away your tears to curl into her side.

You do it so naturally that Ellie's a little shocked. She knows, of course, that you tolerate her in your house, in your space, in your company. She knows that you're at least semi-happy about her relationship with Daan but this is a whole new ballpark.

She hadn't even considered that you would be so emotional about her getting injured. It's barely a scrape really and the week off is more so making sure it doesn't turn into something serious but you're treating it like she's broken her leg or something.

She holds you tight against her side as you sag into her grip, matching your breathing so both of your chests are rising and falling in sync.

You stay next to her for the rest of the match and you make sure to hold Ellie's hand nice and tight when you head onto the pitch to shake everyone's hands.

You shove your way in front of Ellie and cross your arms over your chest.

"Go away," You say to Beth as she approaches," Go away!" Your whole little body shakes with an unexplained emotion deep in your gut. "I won't let you hurt her!"

"I'm not going to hurt her," Beth tries to assure you and you can't settle," Why do you think I'm going to hurt her?"

You won't settle not with you and Mamma's Ellie standing behind you. You clench your hands into fists. You don't know why you want to cry. You shouldn't want to cry but you do.

"You shouldn't hurt people!" You say through the choked-up feeling in your throat," I won't let you!"

You're full-on crying now as you try to stay strong to protect Ellie.

Mamma notices though and breaks off her conversation with Viv to kneel in front of you. "What's wrong?" She asks," What happened?" She looks wildly between all of the adults then back to you.

"I won't let Beth hurt Ellie!" You say through heartbroken sobs," Not like me!"

"Not like you?" Mamma echoes," Oh, y/n, it's okay."

"What do you mean I hurt you?" Beth is wary in approaching you, just out of arms reach. "I'm sorry if I hurt you. Can you tell me when?"

You wipe your nose on Mamma's jersey and soak in the warmth of Ellie at your back.

"When-When me and Mamma left and I never saw you again..." You sniffle again and lay your head, exhausted, on Mamma's shoulder. "You can't come back and be friends with me. I'm not little anymore!"

A fresh wave of tears drop from your eyes as Beth inches a little closer.

"I'm sorry," She says softly," I'm very sorry I hurt your feelings. And I'm sorry I tried to pick up where we left off without thinking about how much bigger you've gotten. I'm very, very sorry."

"Go on," Ellie says softly in your ear, rubbing your back.

You look up at Beth over Mamma's shoulder. "I'm sorry for not using my grown-up words but not for my feelings because I should never have to apologise for my feelings."

Ellie snickers a little bit behind you but Beth offers her fist for you to bump your own against.

You do it cautiously and Beth smiles at you.

"I'll see you around, yeah?"

"Yeah."

[kams-corner]

Ellie Carpenter Recommendations

[disclaimer: i did not write any of the stories in these masterlists, full credit goes to the respective authors]

Key: *fluff, **angst, ***smut

* | ** snap out of it - oneshot Sometimes you need to be injured to understand things and patiently resolve them.

* baking cookies - oneshot sometimes it takes more than one try to make a batch of cookies

* breakfast - oneshot (platonic child reader) ellie's in your house again

* | ** yo soy culé - oneshot you have to find a balance between supporting your girlfriend ellie and your childhood team barcelona at the champions league final 

* sick day - oneshot when ellie carpenter’s protective and caring side comes out, after you have a terrible fever

* yellow - oneshot two lovers in australia before the wwc2023

[wileys-russo]

your camera roll as Ellie Carpenters gf please!!!

ellie my love, her and dvd are the cutest fr

POV your camera roll as ellie’s gf;

[sunsetkerr]

for the time being, I am going to pause my sam requests for the next week. until then, please send in requests for the players on my masterlists!! (tillies + misc woso), these can be headcanons, one shots, blurbs, etc.

can't wait to explore more of my wag universe with you all xx

[outsideratheart]

Champions League (Ellie Carpenter x reader)

A/N: here is a random Ellie fic which came out of nowhere. Also, I am extremely tired so I apologise for the lack of errors, i have proof read it but only once. I also want to apologise for the lack of creativity in the fic name, let me know if you have any ideas for a better name and I will change it.

It has been two years since the loss to Lyon in the Champions League final and you wanted your revenge. When you watched the semi final match between the two French teams you were hoping that the 7 time champions would win and when they did it meant that you had the opportunity to rewrite history. As soon as the final whistle blows you send your girlfriend a text that simply read See you in Turin.

You met Ellie when she debuted with the Australian senior team in 2016 and although you would never admit it, especially to her, you fell for her that first day. It only took a few weeks for you to ask her out on a date and on your second date you asked her to be your girlfriend. It may have been too soon but you didn’t care, things with Ellie felt right and you didn’t want to spend one more day without being able to call her yours.

It had been 39 days since you said you goodbyes in Australia after a few international friendlies but with your busy schedules it felt much longer. In the tunnel you are the last person in the Barcelona line up , your eyes finding the number 12 straight away. You much prefer to look her in the eyes but the view from the behind satisfies you almost as much.

For the first time in your career you are being marked by your girlfriend, something you knew would happen but it did make your job a lot harder. When Lyon score in the 6th minute you are furious. The next big play happens in the 14th minute, you are running down the left hand side, Ellie is by your side trying to get the ball off you but you wouldn’t give up without a fight. The two of you are shoulder to shoulder, fighting for control when you come out victorious. You send a ball into the box and Jenni gets her head onto it, sending the ball in the back of the net. The game is tied.

You celebrate with your team and make your way back to your own half ready for the game to reset. It is when you get back to your position that you realise something is wrong, Ellie is still down after your battle. Any other player and you would be questioning the seriousness of their injury, wondering whether or not this is part of their strategy but not with Ellie, she never stays down unless it is serious.

You watch from a distance knowing that you cannot go to her without raising questions, she is too far away and she has a few of her team mates around her but this does nothing to lessen your concern.

As you watch her stand to her feet you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. 

A few minutes later, Wendie sends the ball out wide for Ellie, knowing that you are faster you make to run aiming to intercept the ball. Ellie tries to make her run too but she doesn’t get the opportunity, you watch as her knee completely gives way, your girlfriend falling to floor in result.

The ball in still in play but you don’t care. You run as fast as you can to be by Ellie’s side.

“Els” you say as you crouch down in front of her.

“Y/N” she replies. 

Looking into her eyes you get all the information you need. This is bad, really bad.

“Wendie” you shout getting the defender’s attention “Get your medic!”

You know that cameras are on you and whilst your relationship wasn’t a secret, the two of your never officially confirmed it, meaning that the majority of the world and even some your team mates didn’t know that you were dating. Keeping this in mind you think carefully with how you act with Ellie. 

When the medic comes you are hesitant to leave her but you aren’t given a choice as the Lyon staff push you out of their way so that they can work on their player.

“No, don’t leave” Ellie begs.

“Don’t worry, I’ll stay close” you say as you stand by some of her team mates watching the medics access her injury.

The ref takes this opportunity to call for a drinks break, leaving just and you the Lyon captain on the pitch.

Wendie takes a drink out of the medical bag and hands it to you.

“I know I will be wasting my breath if I tell you to get get a drink, take this”

 The veteran defender knew about your relationship so when the ref comes over to ask you to walk away she tells them that it is ok.

Your inner panic only intensifies when you watch the medics call for the stretcher. Realising that they had completed their evaluation, you retake your position by Ellie’s side.

“It’s fucking torn” Ellie tells you, her voice a mixture of pain and frustration.

You want to tell her your sorry, you know that it is partially your fault. The beginning on the injury clearly happen after you altercation only a few minutes earlier.

“You’ll be ok Ellie” that is all you can say before you are once again pushed aside.

You watch as she is put on the stretcher, her eyes remain on you as she is carried toward the tunnel. You follow behind her, stopping where your Barcelona team mates are getting instructions from Jonatan.

“Here” Alexia says passing you an electrolyte drink “You ok?” She asks quietly so only you can hear her, you simply nod in response.

The game continues and for the rest of the first half you are off and the team know it but you still do your job, playing balls into the box yet none of them result in anything. You head is all over the place and you are struggling to focus on the game knowing that your girlfriend is hurt. You send a pass to Mariona but it is intercepted by Horan, your error resulting in Ada scoring.

The half time whistle is blowed and both teams go to their locker rooms.

When you get to your locker you go straight for your phone seeing if there are any texts from Ellie. This is something that you always did, seeing as though you played in different countries. If either of you got injured during a game you would always text the other to let them know your ok.

You know that you should be listening to what your coach is telling the team but you can’t, the only thing you can focus on is Ellie.

“Y/N” your heads shoots up upon hearing your name.

“I know that number 12 made things harder for you before she went off but I need you at your best in the second half, no more amateur mistakes” Jonatan tells you, basically blaming you for the goal in front of the entire team.

The team take a few moments to regroup, some players talking to each other, some giving themselves a mental pep talk. 

You are hunched over, resting your elbows on your knees when you feel someone rest their hands on your shoulders.

“It wasn’t your fault” Jenni tells you as she softly massages your shoulders trying to calm you down.

Over the years you have become quite close with the forward, both on the pitch and off. She found out about your relationship with Ellie when she, Alexia, Lola, Carmen and Virginia spent the summer in Australia so she knew that your focus would be on your girlfriend.

“Yes, it is” you reply shortly.

Alexia joins Jenni in front of you.

“Go see her” your captain tells you as if it is that easy.

You think about it for a second, could it be that easy. Sure some of the team will be confused but a few of them will know your intentions. There is only one way to find out. You stand from your locker and go to leave.

“Where are you going? We need to come up with a game plan” Patri asks confused by your actions.

“I am going to see my girlfriend. Then I will come back and tell you how we are going to win” you say as you leave.

“Girlfriend?” Multiple players say in unison.

“Number 12, Ellie Carpenter, the player who got taken off on a stretcher” Jenni tells the them whilst also trying to explain your behaviour.

You meanwhile knock of the locker room of the French team slightly nervous of the reaction of whoever opens the door.

“This isn’t your locker room” Danielle says, her tone pissing you off.

“Can you get…” You begin to say, you voice carrying though from the hallway to the locker room gaining the attention of some of the other players.

“Let her in” Ada tells the Dutch woman.

“Why?” Daan asks. Never in her years of playing has a player entered the oppositions lock room at half time.

“She can come in” Sonia Bompastor says.

Upon hearing her coaches voice, Daan moves aside allowing you entry.

“She’s in there” Sonia points to the treatment room in the far corner.

You can feel everyone’s eyes on you as you walk through the locker room, clearly some are confused by you being there, others know exactly what you are doing.

You knock on the door not wanting to interrupt. A member of the Lyon medical team opens it, letting you in before leaving you to be alone with your girlfriend. When you enter you see her laid on the treatment table her knee elevated with a ice pack on it.

“Lyns I said I needed a few moments alone” Ellie says not bothering to open her to eyes so that she can see you are not her team mate.

“I just walked through the lion’s den to see you but I guess I can leave” you say trying to lighten the mood.

Her eyes open as she hears your voice. Her stoic expression softening when you realises that it is you.

“I needed to know you’re ok” you say.

Ellie taps the space next to her and you sit down, dangling you leg of the edge.

“You shouldn’t be here. You should be with your team. I bet Alexia is furious that you’re here” Ellie says still not believing that you are there.

“It was her idea. You see she knows that I am head over heels in love with a certain Australian and knows that in order to have me at my best I needed to see you. I don’t know if you saw any of the game after you left but I was all over the place” you tell her.

“It’s my ACL” she tells you “I will need surgery” 

You watch her expression change, her facial features softening, tears brimming her eyes.

“I will be by your side” you rest a hand on her hip “every step of the way” 

You don’t know what to say, you know that no words will comfort her in this moment. You try something else, you lean down to kiss her, she meets you half way. The two of you stay in the kiss for a few seconds, there is no movement, the connection between the two of you is enough to bring peace to one other.

Christiane enters making the two of your separate “It’s time for you to go Y/N” she says softly as she watches the moment between the two of you.

You give Ellie one more quick kiss before getting up to leave.

“Y/N” Ellie says, you turn to face her “I will be ok, you don’t have to worry about me. You go back out there and give it your all. I know you play for our opponent but you owe it to your team and your fans to put on your best performance. I know what you are capable of, my team also knows it. You go out there and give us hell” 

Ellie’s words speak volumes, instilling all the confidence that you need.

When you get back to your locker room the team can tell that things are different. You are focused and your determination is contagious.

You walk about out onto the field, stopping at Sonia before you take your position.

“Thank you” you tell her.

“No need to thank me. When we beat you I want it to be when you are playing at your best, it will make the win even more satisfying” the Lyon coach says confidently.

“Not a fucking chance” you say mirroring her confidence.

The whistle blows signalling the start of the second half and you are off like a bat out of hell. Kadeisha Buchanan is an excellent player but there is a reason by Lyon started Ellie instead of her, you could run circles around the Canadian defender and you do just that every time you have the ball.

Around the 60th minute mark the referee is talking to Ada and Mapi, giving them both a warning. During this exchange Jonatan makes a sub, you look to the sideline hoping that your number doesn’t come up, thankfully it doesn’t but something else catches you eye or more like someone. Ellie is on the Lyon bench, her leg is bandaged, she is wearing a knee brace and you can see a pair a crutches beside her. This brings back the concern you felt at half time and for the next ten minutes you struggle to focus again. When the ref whistles for a drinks break you take this opportunity to reset, get your head back in the game but your concentration soon shifts to the Lyon bench, in particular to the the blonde that stole your heart all those years ago.

Your physio hands you a note and you know straight away who it is from. Opening it you read

I am ok but you’re not. Please don’t worry about me. Go back out there and score me a goal.

Looking up from the note you find Ellie already looking at you. Her eyes pleading for you not to worry. One last look at the note and you nod your head, you were going to score and despite the circumstances you were scoring for her. You quickly tuck the note into your shin pan sleeve making sure it is secure before going back onto the pitch.

There are 20 minutes left in the game, that is more than enough time to do what your girlfriend asked.

Even with you giving it everything you have, Lyon prove why they are considered one of the best clubs in the world but it is in the 86th minute when you show them why Barcelona should never be counted out.

Lyon have a corner but they send the ball straight into Sandra’s hands. She sees you making a run and sends it out to you. You are quicker than the French team’s defenders and you soon find yourself alone in the French half, you can hear players behind you but they don’t matter, the only player you are focused on is Christiane Endler. 

It is rare that you miss 1v1 with the goalkeeper and today is no different. Endler is favouriting the left side of the goal because she knows you are left footed but your right foot isn’t to be disregarded and you proof this when you cut the ball onto your right side, taking a shot and putting in the bottom right corner. 

You run to the corner flag sliding on your knees in front of the Barcelona fans. Soon you are buried under your team mates. Every one of them giving you praise.

The final whistle blows and you fall to your knees, fists to the sky as you scream in victory. You did it, the team did it, you all got your revenge for the 4-1 loss you endured in 2019.

It takes a few minutes for it to sink it, you had won. You are celebrating with you team when you see Ellie consoling hers.

After the ceremony you feel it’s the right time to approach Ellie. You didn’t want to intrude when you saw her with her team mates earlier on but now you wanted to see her.

You don’t go straight to her though, you stop at some of her team mates who you now considered friends.

“Keep your head up, you’ll be back here. We both will. This the the start of what I hope is a very long rivalry” you tell Ada as you hug her, kissing her temple as you do.

You stop at Wendie who it sat in the floor head hanging between her legs. You whisper words of reassurance in her ear.

Then you get to the person you wanted to see most.

Ellie’s arms wrap around your neck tightly. You take her weight when you hear the crutches fall to the floor.

“I’m so sorry” you say, your sentence having multiple meanings which Ellie picks ups on straight away.

“I know what you are doing, don’t” she lifts her head from the crook of your neck, your faces now dangerously close “this” she looks down at her knee “isn’t your fault, it is nobody’s fault, things like this happen in football”

You listen to her words even though you disagree with them, your eyes remaining on her injured leg.

“Look at me” she demands but you can’t “Baby, please”

When you do look at her, it is just in time for her to see a tear fall down cheek.

“I am proud of you Y/N. Watching you play is one of favourite things even if it does mean watching you beat us”

A small laugh escapes your lips.

“There’s that smile I love” she tells you “I don’t want to see you tonight”

Her words cause every muscle in your body to tense up in fear.

“I want you to go out and celebrate with your team”

“But”

“No Y/N. You have worked so hard this season and even though I know it isn’t over I want you to celebrate, celebrate this win. You scored the winning goal in a champions league final and I know that you team will want to thank you for that”

You know that Ellie is right but it still doesn’t sit well with you.

“Please tell her” Ellie says to someone behind you.

You turn to find your captain. Ellie’s arms fall from around your neck, one now hung over your shoulders and you arms wraps around her waist to support her.

“Please, if anything Alexia will be on my side. We still have the Copa Del Reina, then we will celebrate after that, right?” 

Much to your surprise the Catalonian shakes her head in disagreement.

“Nope. I plan on celebrating this win. What we did tonight means a lot to the club and to the fans” Alexia says.

Knowing that you can’t change your girlfriends mind and that your captain is clearly set on celebrating the win, you admit defeat.

“Fine” you cave.

Alexia tells you that you are wanted for media and you tell her that you will join her in a couple of minutes. She walks away leaving the two of you alone.

“Can I kiss my champions league winning girlfriend?” Ellie asks you knowing that there are cameras everywhere.

Her question is unexpected but nonetheless you nod your head. The kiss is brief, she knows that is will be all over the internet within an hour.

When she pulls away you have a huge smile on your face. You bend down to pick up her crutches making sure that she doesn’t put weight on her leg. Lynsey joins you when she senses that you are about to leave. She promises to look after your girlfriend to which you thank her.

You begin to run off to where Alexia is waiting near some interviewers. 

“Y/N” You hear Ellie shout.

“When you’re done celebrating my loss come and find me”

“Text me the details and I’ll be there” you blow her a kiss before joining your captain.

Later that night, more like early the next morning, you find yourself wonder the halls of the Lyon hotel, you say each room number as you walk past it, counting up until your reach your girlfriend’s room. You knock considerately not wanting to wake her nor her room mate up if they are asleep.

You hear someone jumping around, a few seconds later a tired looking blonde opens the door. 

“I’m looking for my girlfriend, maybe you have seen her. She is Australian, has blonde hair and she has just lost the champions league. I am here to make her feel better” you tell her, you words slurring due to the alcohol you have consumed.

“You have clearly had a good time tonight, I like drunk Y/N” Ellie says ignoring your comment about her loss knowing that you mean no harm, you just didn’t have a filter when you were drunk.

“You don’t have your crutches. Do I have to carry you to the bed?” You ask, Ellie’s nods her head enthusiastically.

You pick Ellie up bridal style, focusing extra hard not to hurt her, that and to actually walk in a straight line. You place her gently on the bed. She watches as you look around her room.

“Lynsey has joined Cat and Daan for the night” Ellie answers your unasked question “She thought we might want to celebrate your win” 

You shake your head at her bashfullness. Her eyes never leaving you as you take your shirt off leaving you in only shorts and a sports bra.

“As much as I would like that, I just want to hold you tonight”

You take your place next to Ellie in bed. She lays her head on your chest, her hand resting on your exposed torso. You stroke her head gently, as you begin to unwind from a very eventful day.

“I’ve missed this” Ellie tells you.

“I’ve missed you” You say barely a whisper.

Only a few second later does Ellie feel your heartbeat even out and she knows you’re asleep.

The two of you wake up several of hours later. You leave to go back to your team and Ellie joins hers. Once again you were separated but you found solace in the fact that in just over a week the season would be over and you can once again be together, this time with no interruptions.

[femininefutbol]

yo soy culé

prompt: you have to find a balance between supporting your girlfriend ellie and your childhood team barcelona at the champions league final 

word count: 2k

a/n: this is an alternative universe where ellie didn’t get hurt during the final

-

The loud ringing of your phone brings you out of your daydream, the Turin sun almost blinding you as you open your eyes to look around to find where you left your phone. 

Although the pain of having the sun beam into your eyes seems well worth it when you see the contact who is calling you. 

“Mi canguro!” you speak excitedly, the sound of your Australian girlfriend laughing into the other end of the phone at the nickname causing you to smile happily. 

“Hi baby, are you enjoying Turin so far?” Ellie asks you, making basic conversation just wanting to hear your voice seeing as she won’t get the opportunity to see you before the final tomorrow. 

“I am, I’ve been sunbathing all day, how did you enjoy training in the heat?” you tease. 

“You just had to mention sunbathing didn’t you?” she asks in return, not bothering to answer about training, more focused on the fact that you know exactly how to annoy her in the right way. 

“I had to tell you so you can spot me tomorrow, I will be a lot more tanned than you remember” 

“So I have to look out for the beautiful tanned Spaniard in a Lyon jersey” Ellie’s comment causes you to laugh. 

While you are undoubtedly in love with her there is absolutely no way that you would ever voluntarily wear a Lyon shirt, especially not tomorrow when they are versing the team you have supported since you were a small child. 

“That’s a negative El, you know I have to support my team. I won’t boo when you touch the ball though” you respond. 

Your comment now makes Ellie laugh, she is well aware that there was basically no chance that you would be sporting Lyon gear tomorrow, with the closest you’ve ever been to ‘supporting’ the French team is wearing her jumpers around your apartment. The comment about not booing her is the main reason for her laughter though, the memory of the way you two met coming back to her. 

-

You have just moved to Lyon and in an attempt to find some normalcy in your new life you attend a football match. You aren’t particularly interested in the French league but you already know that you can not support Lyon, the hatred stemming from the Champions League final defeat they pulled off over your team last season. 

You have always been extremely vocal while watching football matches, thus anytime a Lyon player is in possession of the ball you make sure to boo them. 

Your passion for the game catches Ellie’s attention when she is positioned on your side of the pitch for the second half, the booing for her more intense than the others due to how well she is playing and how much you wish she wasn't such a good player. 

At the end of the game Ellie feels the need to speak to you, interested in you and admittedly stunned at how beautiful you look. 

“Bonjour” Ellie speaks, the horrible French accent making you laugh. 

“You are not French” is your immediate response, it comes out in a semi-harsh tone but in reality you say this in order to stop the embarrassment which would be watching her attempt to hold a conversation with you in French. 

“You are correct, I am Australian. You are not French either though” Ellie speaks on her observation, noticing your accent definitely doesn’t match those of her French teammates. 

“Non mais je pourrais passer pour Français” you answer, your Spanish accent disappearing as you speak perfect French. 

Ellie tilts her head slightly, still new to the country herself so while she recognises some of the words she can’t piece together what you have said. 

“I could pass for French though, no?” you reiterate what you said. 

“Ohhh” Ellies exclaims, “So you support Bordeaux?” she asks changing the topic of conversation. 

Now it is your turn to look at her, your head tilting slightly as you have no clue where the question has come from. 

“Bordeaux… the team we just versed, I assume you are a fan since you were booing us the whole time” Ellie explains. 

“Ahhh. No, I just hate Lyon” you answer, the bluntness coming as a shock to Ellie, she is ultimately amused by the comment though.

“Do you plan on coming to more Lyon games?” she asks, a silent agenda hidden behind the simple question.

“Oui” 

“I hope I can change your mind then, it was nice meeting you, I’m Ellie” 

“You won’t, it was nice meeting you too, see you next time Ellie” you respond with a wink, leaving before she is even able to ask for your name, the interaction leaving her with an insatiable need to win you over. 

--

“So you are really going to wear a Barcelona jersey tomorrow?” she asks. 

“Of course, I am still deciding between which one to wear though, I bought the home kit and the away kit, which do you think will look better?” 

“There’s no chance I can sway you to at least dress neutral?” 

“Have you been able to convince me to support Lyon?” you retort. 

“Not yet but it will happen one day” she answers, the cheekiness of her full display as she has been saying for months that she feels like she has been wearing you down and that one day soon you will definitely show up to a Lyon game in her jersey. 

“Well then maybe ‘one day’ you will convince me to dress neutral when you verse Barcelona, don’t get your hopes up though” you respond with a similar cheekiness, as this type of teasing has become extremely common in your relationship. 

“Ellie recovery time!” you hear someone yell in the background of Ellie’s phone call. 

“You have to go?” a slight sadness overcoming you due to the limited time you’ve been able to interact with your girlfriend in the past couple of weeks. 

“I do but I will text you and a pre-game phone call tomorrow, yes?” 

“Yeah of course, I can’t wait to see you tomorrow even though the circumstances are horrible” you answer. 

“I know you are secretly rooting for me to win” 

“It’s no secret, I want the best for you, not your team though” 

You hear a few chuckles through the phone, an indication that Ellie’s teammates are now listening to the call as well. 

“I love you so much Ellie, and to the rest of you, play horrible for me tomorrow” you speak, again hearing chuckles at your comment. 

“I love you so much too (Y/N), I can’t wait to see you tomorrow even though you will be in the wrong jersey” Ellie takes the last bit of time she has to continue the teasing conversation. 

“Wearing a Barça jersey could never be wrong. See you tomorrow mi canguro” 

“See you tomorrow baby!” is the last thing you hear before the line goes dead, leaving you alone once more, allowing you to get back to peacefully sunbathing. 

-

Waking up to a new day you are extremely excited for the day. Before you can ruminate in your feelings about the day too much your phone begins to ring.

“Buenos Días mi canguro” you answer, the phone call being the turning point that causes you to leave your bed, you make your way over to the balcony of your hotel room. 

As you open the door to your balcony you are met with the sight of hundreds of Barcelona fans standing in the street, the sight causes you to smile to yourself, a feeling of pride that your hometown team is having such an impact. 

“Good morning baby, how has your morning been?” Ellie attentively asks, something you love about her is that even in these big moments, before important games she is always more than willing to talk about you and how you are doing, not being someone who is egotistical or selfish. 

“I just woke up actually, but oh dios mío, you know what I just realised” you speak excitedly. 

“What did you just realise?” 

“I am in Turin, and so is Alexia Putellas” you explain, the mention of your football crush causing Ellie to groan. 

“Baby, you know I am in Turin too, yes? And that you are dating me?” 

“Of course, but come on, it is the Alexia Putellas we are talking about” you further explain. This topic is another point of teasing in your relationship, you making it clear to Ellie from the beginning of your relationship that you have a huge crush on the Catalonia born footballer and that will likely never change. 

“If we are being like that, I am the Ellie Carpenter” Ellie states. 

“Ellie, your ego is becoming too much, tone it down” you joke, the two of you cracking up laughing, “but yes, dating the Ellie Carpenter is lovely” 

“Well I’m glad, I have to go now though, I love you and can’t wait to see you after the game”. 

“I love you and can’t wait to see you soon. Goodluck but not really” you speak. 

“Thank you, it means a lot” Ellie speaks genuinely, knowing that is the best type of support she is going to get from you today. 

-

It comes to the end of the game, a clear 3 - 1 result to Lyon, while you are so proud of Ellie you can’t help but feel absolutely heartbroken for the Barcelona team, tears escaping your eyes at that heartbreak that is clear on every Barça player's face.  

You have to wait for the medal and trophy presentation to occur before you are able to see Ellie for the first time in almost a week. 

As she makes her way over you can’t help the smile that breaks onto your face, the joy that she holds is infectious and while you want to be so mad that she played so well you are just extremely proud of her. 

She gets up onto the railing, pulling you into a tight hug immediately, “I’m so so sorry about the result baby” she whispers sweetly, she knows how much Barça has always meant everything to you. 

The sentiment just proves to you that she is the only one that you could ever love. The fact that she takes the first opportunity to apologise for winning rather than celebrating her win with you which you know she definitely wants to do makes your heart flutter. 

“No, I am so so extremely proud of you mi canguro” you hug her back tightly. 

She pulls back slightly after a few moments, pressing a passionate kiss to your lips, you take the chance to hold her cheeks in your hands, not particularly caring about the fact that the internet is going to have a field day with the fact that Ellie is dating a Barcelona fan. 

“Not to brag or anything but is your little football crush doing it like this?” she asks, holding up her gold Champions League medal.  

“That was 100% bragging Ellie, don’t worry I’d still choose you over Alexia even if you didn’t come away with the gold medal today” you inform Ellie. 

“Oh I know. You want to wear the medal though?” she offers. 

You accept, allowing her to take the medal off from around her neck, placing it over your head, moving your hair out of the way so it sits on you properly. 

“This view is so much better than the thought of seeing you wear a Lyon jersey” Ellie admits, the fact that you wearing the literal proof that Lyon beat Barcelona, meaning more to her than a piece of clothing ever could. 

“I could never wear a Lyon jersey but I do hope you know that I am so proud of you in everything you do” you kiss Ellies lips sweetly, the kiss only lasting a second. 

“I do” Ellie answers, deep down she knows that the teasing will never stop but she wouldn’t have it any other way because moments like this prove that what you and her have is deeper than football.