#Niamh Charles x reader

[chelseacult]

False Hope

Niamh Charles x Reader

Summary: off at an away game, you and Niamh ditch the team dinner for a night in at your hotel.

Word Count: 1.8k

The thickening tension in your joint hotel room could be cut with a knife. The look of concentration on Niamh’s face as she eyes down the chessboard considering her next move intimidates you. You struggle to predict where she’s planning on placing the knight that her fingers rest on. She picks it up, and that’s when you see her game plan. She’s got you hook, line, and sinker with one move. You’re about to lose.

You let out a defeated sigh upon realizing that she’s going to beat you again. At the noise, she glances up at you. She hesitates for a second before reversing her path and placing the piece back where it was. Her hand leaves the knight, switching over to her last standing bishop, and she slides it down the board. 

“Your turn,” she urges as she leans back in her chair, looking up at you with an encouraging smile. 

You look down at the board, noticing that her move has left her king vulnerable. You look back at her, shooting her an unimpressed look. “Babe, come on.”

“What?” she asks with a slight tilt of her head.

“There’s literally no way you missed that,” you gesture to the chessboard. 

“Missed what?” she pretends to be confused, leaning forward to inspect the board. You reach forward, moving one of your pieces and capturing her king, signaling your win.

“You won!” Niamh gasps, theatrical enough to let you know she’s not actually surprised. The way she’s smiling at you is usually enough to make you melt, but you’re more focused on the fact that she just let you win.

“I know you saw that! Stop letting me win,” you say exasperatedly, your voice laced with more annoyance than you’re really feeling. 

“I’m not! You’re getting better! I’m so proud of you,” she says excitedly. She abruptly rises from her seat and rushes over to you, pulling you into a tight embrace. The angle’s a little awkward with you still sitting, but the warmth of her lips against your temple and the soft whisper of “good job, baby” against your skin distracts you from the straining of your neck.

The minuscule amount of annoyance you’re still feeling dissipates when you see the look on her face as she pulls back. She’s the most competitive person you know, but she looks over the moon at your win.

“Rematch?” she asks, sliding back into her seat. You nod.

The two of you get back into action, tension once again rising as you take turns stealing each other’s pieces and attempting to keep the other on their toes. As it always starts, Niamh is outplaying you, and you’d bet money that your loss is impending. As you’re waiting for the inevitable checkmate, she switches up her attack. Almost identical to her ploy earlier, Niamh moves her pawn forward, freeing up a direct path for you to capture her king for the second time tonight. 

“Really?” you exasperrate, staring at the board in disbelief. 

She brushes off your complaint with a smirk. “You should think about going pro. Beating the team’s resident chess champ isn’t a simple feat, you know.”

“I’ve never seen you make a move that stupid.” You lean back in your chair, arms crossed, eyebrows raised as you stare her down.

“Honest mistake, love. I’m off my game today,” she chuckles, giving a slight shrug.

“I see right through you.” Despite your words, you mirror the smile on her face. 

“If you don’t want to admit you’ve beaten me fair and square, we can call it a draw.” Her gaze flickers to the board momentarily, then back to you, amusement present in her eyes. “I’d savor the moment if I were you, though. Probably won’t happen again,” she adds with a smirk.

You scoff. “You’re taking your supposed losses too well. If you really want to sell it, you need to act more upset.”

“I could start crying if you want,” she jokes, the knowing glint in her eyes still present. 

“I mean, yeah, that’d be in character for you.”

She laughs. Your laughter follows.

“But, seriously. The pawn out of all pieces to-” you start, but she raises a hand, stopping you mid-sentence. “Don’t ruin this for yourself. Enjoy the win,” she urges.

“Round three, then? Maybe we can get you on a winning streak,” she asks, pointedly ignoring the glare you shoot in her direction. The underlying message in her words is clear: I’m going to keep letting you win.

“A pity win streak, thank you so much,” you deadpan, unable to stop the hint of a smile threatening to break through. She must notice your failed attempt to keep your smile at bay because her grin widens the longer she looks at you. 

A rush of feelings hits you then, and you’re overcome with love for the woman seated across from you. She just let you win again, and she’s happy about it. It’s almost subconscious when you stand and walk over to where she’s sitting. Her smirk softens as you lean down, and she tilts her head to meet you. Your lips meet hers, pressing a brief kiss against them. 

“I love you. Even when you lie to me,” you whisper, feeling her smiling against your lips.

“I love you too,” she whispers back. 

You turn to walk back to your chair, but she grasps your wrist and tugs you back in. Her hands reach either side of your face, warm as she pulls you down to her level. She presses a series of sloppy kisses against your lips, and the laugh you muffle between the kisses causes her smile to widen.

She watches as you retake your seat, her face a bit redder than before. It’d be impossible to miss the adoration in her eyes. You’re positive that both her growing blush and look of adoration are reflected on your own face.

The two of you begin resetting the board, preparing it for another round. The silence is comfortable as you put the pieces back in their respective positions. 

“I don’t let just anyone beat me, by the way,” Niamh eventually states.

Your attention shifts back to her, noting the small smile on her face. “Oh, you’re admitting it already?”

The smile on her face shifts to a look of feigned confusion as she glances up at you. “Admitting what?”

“I give up,” you huff.

“Good. Your start,” she smiles, nodding to the board and gently nudging your foot with hers.

As you go to move one of your pieces, there’s a loud series of knocks at the door, causing you both to flinch. 

“Room service!” Niamh shouts. 

You send a confused look her way. “You ordered room service?”

“Nah, joking. I don’t know who it is,” she laughs. You let out a sound that mixes a scoff and a laugh as you stand up and head to the door. You’ve barely undone the lock before Sam comes barreling into the room. 

“What are you guys doing? Come on, team dinner! We’re all going,” she yells. You and Niamh let out matching groans at the reminder of the event you were both hoping to avoid. 

“How’d you know our room number? Creep,” you ask with a teasing lilt.

“I have my ways.” Sam stops in her tracks as she notes the chessboard on the table. “You guys are seriously hiding away to play chess? Nerds.”

“Rude!” Niamh utters under her breath. Sam waves a dismissive hand in her direction. “Who won though?” she asks.

Niamh gestures in your direction, and her proud smile almost makes you believe her false narrative of your success.

“What? No way. She let you win?” Sam shifts her attention to you.

“Ye-” you start.

“No! She just has a good teacher. Best on the team, I reckon,” Niamh says smugly, subtly winking in your direction.

Shifting her attention back to Niamh, Sam gives her a skeptical look. You turn to Niamh and mirror the look on Sam’s face.

“Don’t gang up on me!” Niamh exclaims.

“Niamh, you hate losing,” Sam says pointedly. 

“It’s not preferred, but I don’t hate it,” she argues.

Sam raises one eyebrow. “Yes, you do,” she counters.

Niamh sighs, then shrugs. “She just gets really happy when she wins,” Niamh admits almost sheepishly, making an effort to avoid eye contact with you.

Sam’s exaggerated fake gagging cuts off the teasing remark on the tip of your tongue. 

“Stop, I’m disgusted. And we need to go! Niamh, get up,” Sam gestures for Niamh to get out of her chair, prompting another groan to leave her lips. You shuffle over to her, holding out a hand to help pull her from the chair. 

“You’re also late, if you failed to notice,” Niamh remarks to Sam as she takes your hand, giving it a grateful squeeze as she stands.  

Sam shrugs. “I have an excuse. You guys are here being losers.”

“You’d die if you saw the puzzles we brought,” you laugh, the laughter of the other two following shortly after. 

“Gonna pretend I didn’t hear that. And don’t get me started on how you bribed Sonia to assign you guys the same room.”

“We’ll give you some tips!” Niamh playfully remarks as Sam walks back to the door.

“Lobby. Five minutes,” Sam says sternly, pointing back and forth between the two of you. “If you’re not there, I’ll come back up and drag you both out of the room.” She exits before either of you can respond.

You turn to Niamh with a smug grin on your face. If the bashful look on her face tells you anything, she knows exactly what you’re about to say.

“You admitted it.” You punctuate your statement with a gentle tug of her hand, urging her to meet your gaze. She obliges, her fingers momentarily tightening around yours as she sighs and turns toward you.

“Alright,” she drawls. “I let you win. I thought you’d let it go by now.”

“You know better than that.”

She huffs out a laugh. “I know. Ever the persistent one, aren’t you?” she teases, leaning forehead to kiss your forehead. The warmth of her lips on your skin spreads like wildfire through you.

“Come on,” she mumbles against you before pulling away. “Sam will kill us if we make her wait any longer.”

“Fine,” you relent, extending a hand towards her. “But we’re having a rematch when we get back. And you’re not going easy on me this time.” 

“Deal,” she agrees, smiling as she firmly shakes your hand. 

Her grip lingers a little longer than necessary. As she lets go, you catch a flash of something unreadable in her eyes. It’s enough to have you wondering if she intends to keep her word. When she leans in to kiss you one last time before you exit the room, you realize it doesn’t really matter. 

a/n: this idea popped into my head while I was watching an old lionesses YT vid where chess was brought up. sorry if the chess lingo is confusing, hope you enjoyed!

[skipper1331]

Before the Blues // Niamh Charles

a/n: based off this request

When you signed for Real Madrid it felt euphoric.

It was a difficult decision to leave your hometown club in Sweden, but yet so easy. Real Madrid could offer opportunities and chances that you wouldn't have had in Sweden which was why you signed the contract - a new challenge. You wanted to grow in yourself, your technique and performance - besides Real was the first major club to offer you a contract.

You thought that dreams would come true at Real Madrid

But you quickly realized that that wasn‘t the case at all.

From a loving club who understood everything, no matter if it was something with your family, something work related or sickness to a club with a toxic environment. Players were fighting constantly and coaching staff was rude and mean towards their players. You also didn‘t like that the team didn’t seem like family at all, more focused on who was playing the best at the moment, who earned the most money, scored the most goals, etc - you simply didn‘t feel at home.

Talking to your manager about your thoughts and concerns, he took them very seriously as he looked for new offers from different clubs or even just for loan somewhere.

No options.

So you gave your best to show the world your talent, you started almost every game, scored goals and defended brilliantly.

After one and a half seasons, it seemed to work. Offers came flying in from the german league, French league, NWSL and WSL. The last one, your personal favourite. The league was competitive, many international players played there and each club seemed to have formed a family, something that was so important to you.

The rumour that you were joining Chelsea spread around rather quickly, your teammates catching on immediately. They didn‘t ask you if it was true, no. Instead they took your stuff, ripped it or threw it in the bin as they made your life horrible for the rest of the season. Besides destroying your stuff, they also tried to injure you in trainings or hurt you verbally. It was nothing but horrible and terrifying.

What‘s your biggest regret?

Real Madrid, you thought.

You were gone the moment the season ended, leaving the club as soon as you could - there was no bye bye, no thank you to the club - nothing.

Arriving in London felt like a fresh start, you hoped everything would turn out well but were prepared for the worst.

In your first few weeks in London, you got introduced to each of the players and coaching staff and also you got shown around the facility. You adapted to the teams playing style quickly, their healthy environment encouraging you to develop and to act confident on the pitch, even though you acted towards your teammates shy and reserved off the pitch.

It wasn’t that your new teammates were rude or anything, in fact they were so so kind and welcoming that you were shocked about this behavior. It felt weird being around them as the toxic handling of RM still left deep wounds and insecurities in you.

Chelsea seemed like the exact opposite to Madrid, though. Nothing at Chelsea seemed toxic. Everything was sorted out through communication and honesty - something you admired.

This can be my home.

Most of the time you stuck to your Swedish fellows yet slowly but surely you started to open up to the rest of the team and became a part of them.

This can be my family.

-

"Do you need help?" Niamh asked as you stood lost in the hall, not knowing where to go.

"I‘m looking for the gym?" your cheeks turned red under her intense gaze.

"Oh yes, let me show you" the girl smiled. Parts of you expected her to laugh at you but there was no sign of making fun.

This wasn‘t Real Madrid - this was Chelsea.

Feeling like she didn’t know you yet, she tried to make conversation "So, do you like fish and chips?" also she wasn‘t the biggest fan of awkward silences.

"I’ve never tried it" you admitted, the defender gasping, clutching her heart dramatically.

"You just killed me"

You giggled at her antics, smiling shyly as she seemed so shocked about the fact that you haven’t had the English delicacy.

The two of you continued your conversation as she walked you to the gym. You enjoyed talking to Niamh - she was attentive and genuinely interested in what you had to say.

"And here‘s the gym" she explained when you arrived at your destination.

"Thank you for showing me, I’ll try to remember it"

"Don’t worry" she watched you enter the gym, some of your teammates already doing their workouts. Niamh didn‘t know what was going trough her head - clearly not a lot - when she called after you, "I’ll pick you up at 7 tonight." you turned around, confused. "for fish and chips" she added quickly before she fled the scene.

You smiled to yourself, internally taking a note to send her your address.

-

Exactly at 7, the defender knocked on your door. Neither of you was wearing something fancy, just casual clothes as this wasn‘t a date.

While Niamh drove you to her favourite fish and chips place, the two of you talked about everything and nothing. Talking to Niamh felt like as if you knew her your whole life already. And even though you sometimes did not understand her jokes - due to the language barrier - she always made sure to explain them or the words that had made it difficult to understand.

You shared a surprisingly delicious meal together while you got to know each other better. It was easy to be her friend, she was kind and attentive, funny and charming and- well, your standards weren't exactly high, after everything you'd been through at Real Madrid any kindness you could get was something you gratefully accepted.

-

And just like that the weeks continued, you spent almost all of your free time with Niamh. She showed you around London, secret (food)spots and places she thought was important for you to know.

Though, she also loved to have a night in, just watching movies or literally anything that involved you.

Some of your team mates would say Niamh was smitten, also following you around like a lost puppy with at least on hand on your body.

The weather still new for you and you were cold? No problem, her jacket was already given to you.

Thirsty? Two bottles already next to you.

Tired? Piggyback and you could use her as a pillow.

Bored? Playing games.

She would do anything to see the smile of yours and the way your eyes shone.

"Do you mind me asking, you don’t talk much about Real Madrid, why‘s that? All people I’ve met who transferred here talk at least a bit of their old club but not you. I‘m curious. Well, I know you‘re shy but- do you miss your team? Is that just your way of grieving?" The defender asked who was laying beneath you on the couch. Your head was resting on her chest while her fingers absently played with your hair.

You didn’t reply but close your eyes, trying to convince her that you fell asleep, bored by the movie and so relaxed by her back scratches.

"Hey? Y/n- Oh" she looked down, seeing your closed eyes, "you sleepy girl. Always falling asleep when it‘s my choice of movie" she giggled before turning of the tv, letting you rest in peace.

-

Being back in Spain, in Madrid, wasn’t something you enjoyed but something that had to be done. It was your job. It was your job to play against your former club in the Champions League. You were ready to beat them, ready to show them what they lost and what you deserved. Because you truly did deserve better than the treatment you got in Spains capital.

"You okay?" your favourite Blue asked, grabbing your wrist as you walked back from the warm-ups.

"What? Yeah, yeah I’m okay" you mumbled, looking around, the opposing girls throwing glares in your direction, already gossiping.

You tried to walk away, back in the changing room but she stopped you again, "hey- whatever it is you can talk to me, okay? It doesn’t need to be now" she squeezed your hand, "I’m here for you. Remember that" she pulled you in for a hug, pressing a promising kiss to your forehead. A gesture that didn’t go unnoticed by some of the real girls.

"Thank you" you inhaled deeply before pulling back, "now let‘s go and smash them."

-

"How‘s your little girlfriend" one of the Real Madrid girls asked as Niamh stood ready for the corner, "she‘s quite a bitch, you‘ll realize soon" the opponent whispered before she cleared the corner which would have been the perfect opportunity to score for Chelsea if Niamh would‘ve jumped. But she didn‘t, her feet were too heavy.

Everybody was frustrated, Niamh especially. Her team was playing well, you were being incredibly but as soon as you had the ball, your face touched the ground, dangerous tackles sent your way.

"The next tackle‘s gonna end with broken ankles" someone whispered in Niamh‘s ear, "that snitch bitch"

Her brows furrowed, she was confused. Transfers are normal in this business, so what‘s the problem?

"What the fuck? Ref! That‘s a card!" your team mates argued, though the ref silenced your friends immediately.

-

"Ah!" you cried when your legs were taken out by someone in white once again. It was getting on Niamhs nerves. She was by your side in an instant, helping you up. Thankfully, the foul wasn’t as tragic as she thought it would be, the words 'broken ankles' haunting her.

And again, the ref didn‘t show a card towards the opposing team.

More snarky comments were sent her way throughout the game such as "she’s a whore", "it‘s sad that you’re in love with a loser", "she‘s nothing but a burden" and more.

It made her angry, furios even. How could they say something like that? So when yet another tackle came sliding in, she did the same. two can play a game, she thought.

Out of anger the young lioness pulled at a white jersey, drawing the foul. A yellow card was shown quickly, Niamh kind of proud of her card. She was protecting what she loved. And she really did love you, even if you didn‘t know that.

Sadly that hadn’t reduced her anger fully, just a bit. So, when the game was stopped due to a bloody nose (which belonged to you) all her madness was back and this time she wasn’t able to control it anymore. The whole game she had desperately tried to keep her cool, for her own sake, for you and for the team. But she couldn’t think anymore. You were bleeding. The Real Madrid player grinning as she watched you get treated.

When said person was near the defender, she stuck out her leg, body checking her to the ground. The opposing striker fell to the ground, rolling around, crying - being dramatic. Of course the ref immediately pulled the yellow card and showed it to Niamh.

The second yellow card which meant Niamh got sent off. There was no point in arguing with the ref, the decision was made and not debatable.

Niamh marched off the pitch, rudely replying to anyone that was near her.

-

The game ended 2-2.

you didn’t bother to shake hands with any of your former teammates but ran to the changing rooms.

You found the young Chelsea player sitting in the locker room, staring at the floor, hands holding her head, quiet sniffles escaping her.

"Hey" you whispered as you took a seat beside her, putting an arm around her which made her cry even more. She hugged you back, neither of you caring about each others sweat.

Trying to calm her down you cradled her head, whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

"What happened out there?"

Her posture stiffened, pulling back out of your grasps.

"Nothing" she turned away, avoiding your gaze.

"Niamh, something clearly happened out there and you‘re upset about it, talk to me"

The older girl was fighting an inner battle, embarrassed about her behavior and what her feelings had caused but not regretting fouling the other player just the outcome of it.

"Niamh-

"I‘m in love with you, okay?!" she looked at you, "i really like you and apparently everybody knows that but you" she admitted, cheeks turning red.

"You like me?" your eyes widened at her confession, it seemed impossible for someone like her to like someone like you.

Shrugging with her shoulders, she sheepishly replied, "Yeah"

"It‘s okay if you don-"

before she could finish her sentence, you slammed your lips against hers, your hands finding its way around her neck as hers went to rest on your hip.

"I do too"

"Finally!" you heard Sam yell, some other girls whistling at the sight in front of them.

This is my family.

-

That night you laid in the hotel bed with Niamh next to you, her hand holding yours as you both stared at the ceiling.

"Are we ever gonna talk about what happened at your time in Madrid?" she asked.

"Are we gonna talk about todays match?"

"Maybe some day" she replied and you did too, "maybe one day"

"But" the lioness sat up, prompting her weight on her elbow to look at you, "maybe i can take you on a date tomorrow" smiling shyly while she brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"I‘d like that"

[etherealstar-writes]

I WANNA BE YOURS | WOSO X READER | PT 17

pairings: woso x reader

summary: in which you're accidentally added to a random group chat, not knowing they're all actually famous footballers, and obliviously end up having many of them competing for your love and attention.

part: seventeen

part one here

✦ ——— ✦ ——— ✦

Y/N PROTECTION SQUAD

lotte has anyone checked on y/n lately?

lessi no why? what's up

lotte i feel like she's been trying to ignore us and the groupchat is quite dead that itself should be ringing some bells

niamh last time i saw her was when we went to nandos together a week ago but i could tell she was feeling a bit down, and these past few days she keeps saying she's busy or tired whenever i try to make plans with her

charli same here

leah wait you guys went to nandos again?!

steph that's what's concerning you the most rn omg? nandos? and not my child?

kyra i think we should revoke leah's privileges to be in this chat tbh raise your hand if you agree ✋

niamh ✋

lotte ✋

lessi ✋

charli ✋

katie ✋

steph ✋

georgia ✋

ona ✋

ella ✋

viv ✋

leah EXCUSE ME?! ALSO SINCE WHEN WAS VIV PART OF THIS GC?!

kyra see that just shows how uninvested leah is in this gc she isn't worthy to be part of the y/n protection squad

leah kyra istg you're gonna catch these hands the next time i see you

steph oi you won't lay a hand on my children not on my watch, williamson

kyra thank you mum 🥰

the REAL karate kid guys have we noticed that y/n's disabled comments on all her posts lately?

viv the fans and media can be quite toxic i won't be surprised if they caught up to her

niamh sent a few screenshots

kyra oh.

lotte no wonder she's been trying to avoid us she's most definitely seen all those tweets

katie i'm gonna fight em 😈

kyra i'm joining you 😈

niamh count me in 😈

georgia me too 😈

lotte guess i'll see you all on the battlefield

steph the battlefied it is

✦ ——— ✦ ——— ✦

THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM

brightness why are we at war in twitter rn

sam the skippa HELP this is so entertaining

rusty metal @ the imposter aka y/n ❤️

meado y/n you need to see this

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ what is happening

mccard y/n protection army reporting for duty

meado

willybum DAMN YES STEPH

rusty metal i need more popcorn for this

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ stop you guys tysm i'm crying

the REAL karate kid you see those are the more .... civilised ones and then there's kyra's ones

pest don't be shy show em 😈

the REAL karate kid

willybum KYRA 😭😭

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ thank you kyra 😈

pest you're very welcome y/n 😈

kie ONA WHO TAUGHT YOU THIS 😭😭

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ PLS IM SO PROUD OF YOU ILYSM HAHAHA

pest our teachings have paid off

ona they sure have pookie 😈

rusty metal STOP 😭😭 you two are banned from teaching her slang

pest it's not our fault you're a grandma

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ okay but genuinely thank you so much everyone you guys really didn't have to back me up there but it truly means a lot to have your support i love you all so much 🥺😭❤️🙏

pest we love ya too y/n ❤️

mccard ❤️

stephy ❤️

neev ❤️

cha cha ❤️

elton ❤️

meado ❤️

viv ❤️

ona ❤️

rusty metal ❤️

the REAL karate kid ❤️

stairway ❤️

willybum ❤️

✦ ——— ✦ ——— ✦

[woso-dreamzzz]

Friends

Niamh Charles x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You get a new friend

Niamh waves a little at you as you toddle around the changing room.

You're still new to Chelsea, to England as a whole so Niamh watches you from a distance.

It's weird having a kid at practice all the time but Magda and Pernille are still trying to sort out a nursery place for you so you're always with them.

Magda, especially, seems ecstatic that you're here. She hovers incessantly, always standing behind you on your little toddling adventures and sticking as close to you as possible.

It must be a new mother thing, Niamh supposes. Not that Magda's really a new mother but this is the first time she's had you living with her and being such a big constant in her life.

There must have been some degree of separation between you both when you and Pernille were still in Germany. There's so much Magda hasn't done with you yet so it makes sense why she's hovering.

You look like Magda, Niamh thinks, just from your general face shape but you act like Pernille, from your stance to the way that you speak. A perfect blend of your parents.

There's no question on who you belong to.

You're toddling again now and Magda is watching you with eagle eyes as she's trapped in a conversation with Millie by the door.

You're inspecting one of the benches, touching it curiously.

You drop one of your toys. The weird-looking bird one as you crawl under the bench to look at the underside of it.

Niamh reaches for your swan, picking it up and gently wiping off the dust from the floor.

It's an old toy but well loved, clearly tattered with a few fraying seams and nearly too much stuffing in one of the wings. But Niamh's never seen you without it and your elk toy, though she's heard you insist on calling that toy girl-moose even after a few weeks of calling it girl-elk.

She turns your swan over in her hand, throwing it up and catching it.

It always looks so big in your hand but it looks small in Niamh's.

"That's mine!"

Niamh looks down, feeling little hands on her legs. One hand reaches up to try and get your toy back.

You've got Magda's frown on your face but your accent is all Pernille.

"Yeah," Niamh says," It is."

"My moster Frido got her for me."

It's the most English Niamh has ever heard you say, at least to her so she crouches down next to you so she's on your level.

"Your swan is very pretty."

You look delighted that someone is talking to you about your toy and you hold up your moose.

"This is girl-moose because she is a moose and a girl." You flick her ear. "Used to be girl-elk but I like moose better so is back to being girl-moose."

"You're very smart."

Your head bobs up and down. "Momma says that! Because I speak languages well!"

"You do!"

You poke your chest. "I'm y/n but Momma and Morsa call me Princesse."

"I'm Niamh."

You let Niamh keep holding girl-swan as you grab her other hand.

Millie and Magda are by the door but separate when you come barging past, dragging Niamh with you.

"We're friends," You tell her as you toddle along out onto the training pitch," So I will introduce you to my other friend."

There's a few people out on the pitch and Niamh assumes you're going to drag her over to Pernille.

She knows Pernille's your mother but on multiple occasions you've called Pernille and Magda your best friends.

But it's not Pernille you go to now.

In fact you bypass her completely, pulling Niamh past.

"Jessie!" You chirp," My Jessie! New friend! Niamh, do you know my Jessie?"

Niamh laughs. "I do know Jessie."

"Jessie's my friend," You tell her earnestly, dropping her hand so you can hug Jessie's leg," One of my bestest friends after Morsa and Momma. You can be our friend too!"

Jessie's grinning, a hand holding onto your shoulder as you suddenly go a little shy.

"Do you want to be our friend, Niamh?" You ask, suddenly self-conscious.

Niamh grins. "I'd love to be your friend."

[enwoso]

could you do a Niamhy blurb? Reader didn’t get a good nights rest and basically becomes a koala, just snuggling into Niamh at any point they can? Something cute yknow :)

CLING TO YOU — niamh charles

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“hey love, you okay?” niamh asked knowing it was you that was wrapped around the back of her just by the smell of your perfume as she spoke with lauren.

resting your head on her shoulder as you exhaled, humming tiredly against her as you felt her hold your hands in hers as she carried on her conversation with lauren about the upcoming away match with the lionesses in a days time.

but you weren’t really paying attention to what was being said at all, more just wanting to be near to niamh.

you hadn’t had the best night sleep last night, you had put it down to the hot weather during the night making your room at st george’s park sticky and uncomfortable as there was no source of cool air.

so you spent the entire night tossing and turning, kicking the covers off you cause you were too hot but then grabbing from them moments later when you were too cold again.

but really you knew in the back of your mind it was because you hadn’t had niamh close to you. you finding it so much easier to fall asleep when she was around, being able to fall asleep on her as you listened to her heart beat as her hands played with your hair.

and after a long and intense training session on top of hardly no sleep by the time lunch rolled around you were definitely feeling tired.

“babe, love? y/n?” niamh called out as she tapped on your hands you being totally zoned out, not even noticing she was talking to you or the fact that she was no longer talking to lauren.

“hm?” you hummed finally hearing her, as she spun you around so that you were now stood in front of her, a worried look on your girlfriends face.

“are you sure your okay?” she asked again, you yawning before you got a chance to speak, nodding “m’ just tired”

“i thought you said you had a good night sleep?” niamh frowned as she wrapped her arm around your waist guiding you towards the room at st george’s park which was where the player could just sit and chill without it having to be in their rooms.

you shook your head, “no was too hot and i didn’t have my niamhy cuddles” you said tiredly, pouting as you sat down on one of the couches. your head immediately resting on your girlfriends chest.

“oh baby, why don’t you have a nap now and i’ll wake you just before our meeting later on?” niamh suggested as you slowly nodded your head unable to have the energy to do anything else.

your arms wrapping around your girlfriend like a koala as she played with your hair just like she always would, as your eyes began to feel heavier as they slowly fluttered closed and your breathing evened out.

“sleep well, pretty girl!” niamh whispered softly kissing the top of your head.

[insomniakisses]

would you write established relationship alpha niamh helping reader with their heat but being away for the first day or two for an event or smth so reader is extra desperate for her by the time she’s home 🫶🫶

Let me help you

Warnings/Notes: 18+ Smut, MINORS DNI, omegaverse au, Alpha Niamh (She has a dick), Omega Reader (AFAB ANATOMY), mentions of heats, creampies, P in V sex, daddy kink, marking

You had gone into head a few days ago, trying to deal with it on your own to no avail. Niamh was away currently and had been for a few days, traveling for an important match. It’s why you didn’t call her. You couldn’t.

The minute you so much as suggested you were in heat she’d be speeding home to you, match be damned. You couldn’t have that, her career was important and she wouldn’t get far if she was always abandoning matches for you.

You’d taken pain killers and had been sleeping the days away, knowing if you started touching yourself and didn’t get a knot soon it would feel so much worse.

Unbeknownst to you, Niamh was coming home a day earlier than planned and was about to walk in any minute.

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“Baby?” Niamh called out into the seemingly empty house, no noise greeting her back. Not even the low hum of the TV or the sound of the shower running. Strange.

Her face pulling in confusion she sets her kitbag down and slips off her jacket, leaving her in her shorts and chelsea hoodie.

Kicking her shoes off next she makes her way upstairs, feet hurriedly slapping against the hardwood floor as she hurries to your shared bedroom.

“Baby where are yo-“ her sentence falls flat as she pushes open the door and sees you.

Lying naked on the bed shivering from the slight fever your neglected head has set in and tears streaming down your flushed cheeks. “N-N-Niamh….” You whimper, lip wobbling as you reach a shakey hand to her.

“It’s okay baby, I’m here” she coos slipping off her shirts and hoodie, her underwear following as she throws everything in a heap by the bed.

Your girlfriend, now naked, hurriedly crawling on top of you and pulling you into a sweet kiss. “Let me help you baby” she whispers as she trails kisses across your neck coming to a halt at your mating gland softly sucking and nibbling at it as she spreads your legs.

She guides you softly into the mating press position groaning when she runs her tip through your folds and feels how wet you are. Slick practically dripping from you as she guides herself in both of your heads being thrown back, eyes rolling in pleasure.

“Fuck baby, that’s it let daddy take care of you” she groans leaning to kiss and bite across your neck.

She sets a deep soft pace, fucking into you lovingly as she holds you close. Guiding your legs to lock around her as she sinks deeper relishing your moans and whines as she thrusts deep into you.

“Daddy please” you whine tugging her closer helplessly just needing to cum, she chuckles and nibbles onto your mate gland getting you ready to be re-marked.

Her land slips down to rub at your clit softly bringing you to the edge as she nears her own. Her breathing becoming pants and groans as she twitches inside you.

“That’s it, that’s it baby. Cum for daddy” she whispers against your neck shooting a load deep into you as you clench hard cumming around her cock.

You whimper feeling hot spurts of cum continuously shoot into you as she eases her knot in, slipping it in with a pop the two of you letting out needy groans before she bites down onto your neck, re-marking you as her omega. Soothing your whines as she rubs your clit, your eyes flickering shut as all the sensations.

[russo-woso]

Hiya :) would you be able to do a Niamh Charles blurb where it’s so so cold that R is visibly shivering,, Niamhy notices and wraps R in the parka Niamh is still currently wearing. R basically clings to Niamh for warmth and with that Niamh provides :) thank you love🥰

Cold || Niamh Charles x reader

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Summary You cling onto Niamh to warm up

The January winter air surrounded you and Niamh as you walked along the stream.

The air was bitterly cold, nipping at your covered skin violently.

Despite the four layers you were wearing, you were freezing.

You had a hat and scarf in that protected your skin from the dangerous cold but still, it did nothing to warn you up.

Fluffy socks were under your hiking boots to warm up your feet from the snow beneath you.

When Niamh suggested a nice stroll in the park in the snow, you immediately said yes, finding it such a romantic idea, but as of right now - it was the worse idea known to mankind.

“Love, are you cold?” Niamh questioned, hearing your teeth chatter together.

“No, I’m okay.” You attempted to say without shivering.

“Baby, you’re freezing I can tell. Look, you’re shivering.” Niamh said, stopping and looking at you concerned.

“Maybe im just a little cold.” You admitted

“Come here, love.” Niamh motioned you towards her as she unzipped her new parka coat that’s you’d gotten her for Christmas.

Luckily for you, the coat was a size bigger than what Niamh needed so you could stand in the coat with her and have it zipped up.

“Jump for me, baby.” Niamh told you, you obeying her words and jumping into her arms as your legs wrapped around her waist.

Her hands supported you up as you rested your head on her shoulder.

“Feel a bit warmer.” Niamh asked, you nodding contently as you pressed a light kiss to her neck.

“Lots, thank you Niamhy.”

“Anything for you, love.”

[inuyashaluver]

Can you do something about niamh charles captaining the chelsea game please :)

oh captain - niamh charles

niamh charles x reader

description: in which your girlfriend learns a new fact about you, one she wouldn’t let you forget anytime soon

warnings: suggestive

a/n: niamhy has me in a chokehold, thank you so much for the request, captain niamh is mwah, ily and enjoy!!

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you and your girlfriend, niamh, knew everything about each other. it wasn’t even an exaggeration, niamh was your lifelong childhood friend that you grew up with.

there wasn’t a minute where the two of you weren’t glued together and your closeness proved that.

that’s why it was so shocking for niamh when she figured out your weakness. the armband.

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you and niamh met in school, stuck together from the time you were both 8. you were both relatively quiet and gravitated towards each other to separate from the chaos of everyone else.

it had been like that ever since, even the smallest bit of distance proving difficult for the both of you.

niamh was the one that actually got you into football, you always watched her practice and the girl would beg you to be an attacker just so she could get better.

you both quickly realised you were actually good and when you went to your family saying you were playing football with your best friend, they were pleasantly surprised.

little did everyone know how successful you and that special someone would be in the future.

there was always awareness for the two of you that you liked each other. everyone could feel the undeniable tension when the two of you would shamelessly flirt until you two got too shy and had to stop, only to pick it up a couple minutes later.

and so, at 18, niamh asked you to be her girlfriend during your weekly friday movie night.

“hiya” niamh smiles when you open the door, pulling you into a bear hug that nearly had you toppling over. “hi, niamhy” you giggle, giving her a gentle squeeze before dragging her inside.

“thief, i was looking for this,” niamh laughs, her hand coming up to tug the bottom hem of the hoodie you were wearing, her gaze lingering on your pink cheeks fondly.

“you left it here, so technically it’s my property” you say cheekily, pulling niamh by the hand to sit beside you on the couch. niamh laughs brightly, shaking her head amusingly as you smirk at her.

you both sit, fluffy blankets immediately envelope you and niamh, thighs brushing together gently as you sat beside her.

“your name is charles, then? something you’re not telling me?” niamh traces her finger over her last name on your back before she nudges your shoulder with hers, you giggle, nudging her shoulder back,

“hm, maybe we’re secretly related?” you tease, “oh god, i hope not” she breathes out, looking over at you and patting your thigh so you’d make eye contact.

the way she was looking at you made you feel incredibly nervous, her blue eyes boring into yours.

“well i was going to ask you to be my girlfriend tonight so not ideal if you’re a family member, gorgeous” niamh says simply, watching as your eyes widen in shock with a smile playing at your lips.

“what?” you try hard not to smile, clearly failing at the bright grin that takes over your features. “do you see my predicament? i really want to ask” she chuckles, smiling at you gently as you comprehend what was happening.

you take a deep breath, launching forward to pull her into a kiss, she gasps against your mouth, no ounce of hesitation showing as she moves her lips in sync with yours.

you smile against each other during the kiss, niamh’s hands cupping your cheeks while yours rested on the base of her neck, both of you gently running your thumbs over the skin.

niamh pulls away slightly breathless, smiling at you brightly, “is that a yes then?” she mocks, “hard no” you tease her, making her pull you towards her again for another kiss.

this one was much more passionate than the first. she pulls away again barely, “now?” the word brushing against your lips, “try again” you whisper, she pulls you into another kiss, one that made you feel light headed, feeling like if you stood you’d fall to the ground.

you pull away with a quick peck, “it was a yes the first time” you giggle, niamh gives you a firm kiss, “i know, baby”

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you and niamh both played together at liverpool before the transfer to chelsea, the two of you unstoppable on the pitch. you and niamh expected the best from each other, the two of you asking for constant feedback to push harder.

you and niamh obviously had a lot on your shoulders but the only people you wanted to impress was each other, the giddy feeling of pride for one another feeling like a drug you both couldn’t drop.

niamh would be the first one to you when you’d get a goal, sweeping you up in a tight hug and kissing your cheek repeatedly.

“you’re perfect” niamh grins, her lips still lingering on your cheek as she pulled you to her, you tuned out everyone else in the group hug, the only arms you felt around you were your girlfriend’s.

whenever niamh would tackle someone well, her eyes would drift to you almost immediately, looking for your little nod or smile of approval, only pushing to get it again. she turned into putty around you, collapsing in your arms after each match with a homely smile.

“you played so well, my love” you grin, giving her a quick kiss before her face tucks into where your shoulder meets your neck. “you too, baby, almost too good” she’d tease, her arms wrapped tightly around you afraid you’d disappear anytime soon.

it was well known niamh was the clingier one in your relationship. not saying you weren’t because you most definitely were addicted to niamh, but this girl had to be touching you whenever she could.

you both got teased about it but it didn’t phase you, your solidarity with each other offering comfort that nothing else could.

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you two still had your dedicated friday’s to your movie nights (like you didn’t have one almost every night). you were flat on your back while niamh lay on top of you, melting into your body when your hands raked through her hair, the gentle scratch of your nails against her scalp making it almost impossible to move.

you both had a game tomorrow and niamh insisted that you both had adequate rest before the match tomorrow.

niamh nuzzled into you gently, sighing happily when you placed a gentle kiss on her hairline.

“kill me now and i’d be okay with it” niamh moves her head to kiss your sternum before moving up slightly so her face could hover above yours.

“who would help me hide the body?” you smile up at her, tucking her hair behind her ear. niamh thought about it for a moment, almost too seriously, “well i would do it the best so maybe not” she teases, kissing you gently, you laugh against her lips.

“you’re so silly” you smile, she playfully bites the side of your neck, “you love it” she mocks, her hand running down your arm slowly until her hand interlaced with yours.

she hovers over you when you don’t respond, giving you a challenging expression until you laughed, “mhm, i do” you nod, giving her hand a gentle squeeze as you other one rests on her waist.

“ready for tomorrow?” she questions, moving to lay on her side next to you, prompting you to do the same, your hands interlaced in the middle of you.

“it’s just a regular game, just a little nervous” you shrug, your eyes tracing every detail of her face, making her stomach flip no matter how long you’d been together.

“you’re not getting lazy are you, baby?” she teases, you roll your eyes fondly, “never, love” you smile, puckering your lips for niamh to give you a kiss that she happily gave you.

you both chatted back and forth with the gentle hum of the movie filling the rest of the air, both of your attention solely focused on each other.

niamh knew she was captain for tomorrow, for the first time ever. she was about to tell you then and there because she received the text when you were in the shower but it slipped her mind once she started kissing you. you were always one to distract her.

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the next day, you were weary of niamh’s sudden excitement, her being the one to drag you out of bed with a bunch of kisses distributed around your face and your lips.

she drove to the stadium excitedly, her hand gently squeezing your thigh every couple of seconds. you were truly confused, this match was important but not one that would have her reacting like this. she was up to something and you were gonna get to the bottom of it.

when you both made it to the change rooms, niamh pushed you towards aggie, making you fall into the blonde’s arms while niamh ran off to her cubby.

you didn’t see her hide the armband in her boot, making it look like she was just double checking everything when you looked at her in shock after recovering from falling.

you narrow your eyes at her when she approached, your arms crossed over your chest as you met in the middle.

“hi, gorgeous” niamh says smugly, holding her arms out to you and frowning when yours stayed crossed. “you’re up to something and i don’t like it, niamh”

a little pout was evident on your face, your eyebrows furrowed at niamh’s behaviour. “baby” niamh sings out, her hands moving to grip your hips as she pulled you a little closer.

“you’re so lucky i love you, niamh charles, honestly” you point out, making the taller girl grin and squeeze your hips gently. “i love you too, beautiful” she cheeses out, “don’t be mad” she teased, her arms wrapping around you to pull you into a hug.

you really tried to stay firm with her, still not understanding why she was being so secretive but niamh always managed to pull you out of an angry mood. she presses a kiss to your cheek, “you can’t stay mad at me forever, babe” kissing your cheek again, pulling you closer.

“niamhy” you groan before you break out into a smile, “stop it, i’m angry” you attempt to push her away but she only grips you tighter, her lips pressing against yours.

on instinct, your arms wrap around her neck and pull her closer, making her grin against you knowing you cracked, you pull away with a glare, “shut up” you grit, “okay” she grins, capturing your lips in another quick kiss before you both began to get ready for the match.

you were ready first, going to the mirror to do your final touches and came back to a sight for sore eyes.

there stood your girlfriend, looking beautiful as usual in her kit but something was different. a neon yellow band hugging her bicep with a big ‘C’ printed on it.

your breath hitched, you and niamh just looking at each other. your eyes dart around her body, taking in her appearance before settling back on the band. your mouth opened to say something but nothing came out.

niamh had a shit eating grin on her face, trying not to laugh at your reaction. “you alright?” she laughs, walking a little closer to you. you genuinely felt like you couldn’t breathe, not understanding why this was so mind boggling to you.

you weren’t sure how it was possible but she was even more attractive, the band giving her a confidence that was incredibly overwhelming and just overall jaw dropping.

you couldn’t even look her in the eye, suddenly going shy when she got close to you, seeing the way the band fit so well against her bicep.

“you’re captain?” you breathe out, eyes still trained on the band. “yes i am” she grins, her hand gripping your chin and tilting it upwards to meet your gaze.

“why are you all shy?” she teases, her other hand resting on your hip. “i’m not” you scoff, but your pink cheeks said otherwise. “sure you’re not, baby” she smiles, clearly enjoying this.

feeling a little brave, your hand made its way to her bicep, your thumb brushing over it with wide pupils.

“you look so good” you blurt out, almost regretting it knowing how much it would inflate her ego.

“who knew you’d like this so much” niamh says cheekily, watching as you gripped her bicep tighter. “calm down, charlsey” you grin, your free hand moving to the back of her neck to pull her into a kiss.

niamh could tell what you were feeling, the butterflies in your stomach clearly making its way into your kisses because it spread to her. you were both so giddy about this, you loving niamh in it and niamh loving your reaction.

“we need to line up” niamh pulls away, “your captain says so” she smiles, you couldn’t control the little noise that came out from the back of your throat, niamh was riling you up and you knew it.

although, clearly it was working because you couldn’t keep your hands off her.

“one more” you whine, pulling her into another kiss as you both neared the tunnel, “baby,” she breathes out against your lips, “they’re waiting” you kiss her again,

“don’t. care” you say between kisses, your hand planted on niamh’s cheek while the other roamed her left arm, squeezing the yellow cuff sitting there.

she grabs your face in between her hands, kissing you quickly before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the tunnel. your hand didn’t let go of hers when she led you to your spot.

you give her a pleading expression, she shakes her head fondly, a quick peck placed on your lips before she puts some distance between you. she would give into you in a heartbeat and conditions weren’t exactly ideal.

“later” she says firmly, squeezing your hand and walking to the front of the line. your heart eyes were evident from your spot, watching niamh’s every move as she talked to her mascot, she was the only one with one and it only made things worse for you. she was killing you. and she knew it. she loved it.

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the game progresses, both you and niamh playing extremely well, managing to get yourself a goal. and when the celebration came, you smiled brightly at niamh before your eyes fell to the armband.

when she pulled you into a tight hug, she chuckled, kissing your cheek repeatedly with words of praise spilling from her mouth.

you were bright red when she pulled away, watching as she threw you a cheeky wink before she ran back to her position.

after the game was over, you both did your laps of signatures and photos, waiting for niamh as she pulled for interviews.

when she was done, she walked over to you painfully slowly and as soon as she was in reach, you dragged her into the darkness of the tunnel again, your lips finding her in an instant.

“why couldn’t i be captain earlier? look at you” she whines, the words quickly cut off with your lips pressed on hers again. you pull away breathlessly, your cheeks pink as you looked at her, feeling like you’ve kissed her for the first time.

you pull her down slightly so her ear was next to your mouth, “can you bring this home?” your hand snapping the band against her skin, making her jolt lightly.

she nods, kissing the tip of your nose with a smile. “i already had a spare one in my bag” she grins, running off to the showers to get you home as quickly as possible.

let’s just say, that armband has more positives than anything.

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

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You called | Jessie Fleming x Chelsea!Reader & Niamh Charles x Best friend!Reader

5k celebration prompt: "You came." - "You called."

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Usually you were the one bringing the vibes to the locker room. It didn’t matter if it was before a game or just before training. You were the locker room DJ, trying to get everyone in a good mood, and were always found chatting with your teammates.

Today before training however, your teammates weren’t met with your usual bubbly personality. You walked into the locker room with your headphones on, and no sign that you were going to take them off. Sending a small smile their way before sitting down in your own cubby.

A few looks were shared between your teammates. “I’ve got it.” Niamh said softly, earning a nod from her fellow worried teammates. Niamh was your best friend and roommate, so the team trusted her to be the one that could come through for you.

Once everyone else had left the room, Niamh moved to sit next to you. She nudged your shoulder with her own to get your attention. “Oh sorry.” You say while sliding your headphones down. 

“Don’t worry about it. I just wanted to see if you were okay to join practice or if you wanted to head home.” Her voice was soft, as if she was afraid that if she spoke any louder, you would break. 

“Yeah I need to join practice.” Her brow furrowed slightly. “You need to?” 

With a nod you answered, “If I want to play on Sunday then yes, I need to.” Niamh understood then. She knew your mom’s birthday was coming up, the first one after she had passed, and you had been down the last couple of days because of it. 

Niamh had been there for you since you first shared that you were struggling with your mum’s birthday coming up, and you had shared that you wanted to play on her birthday, because you wanted to make her proud.

Today was the last training session before the match on Sunday. Sunday, the day of your mom’s birthday. So, you needed to join practice to make the squad for the game.

“Come on then.” She stood up and held out her hand. “Let’s go and make your mom proud, alright?” You let her pull you up and walk out to the pitch together. 

For a moment you could put all your other thoughts aside and just play football, but once you were back in the locker room, your headphones came back on and you blocked out the world around you.

Your teammates had worried looks on their faces, but they went unnoticed by you. “Did you find out what’s going on?” Guro asks Niamh. “Yeah, her mum’s birthday is coming up on Sunday.” 

Niamh didn’t have to say more, the team all knew how hard your mom’s passing had been for you. And with the many firsts without her you had already faced, they knew you would just need some space.

“Ready to go home?” Niamh asked once everyone had packed up and left. You nod and follow her to her car. 

When you got back home, you went straight to your room and fell down onto the bed. Niamh was putting her bags away first and then wanted to check on you, but as she walks up to your door, she hears you talking to Jessie. Niamh backed up and let you have time with your girlfriend.

Jessie had moved to Portland after she signed for the Thorns, and you had been doing long distance for the first time. It had its ups and downs, but in the end you and Jessie made it work. It was moments like this that you hated the distance though.

It didn’t take long before your tears started rolling down your cheeks. “I wish you were here.” You said softly, before you let Jessie answer, you added. “But I know I can’t ask that of you.”

“I know, baby. I wish I could hold you and offer you more comfort than just my voice.” Jessie wanted nothing more than to reach out through the screen and pull you into a hug.

You stayed on the phone with Jessie for hours until you fell asleep. She stayed on the call as long as she could, like you had done many nights before, only hanging up when she had to go. She texted you a sweet message before ending the call and heading out.

The next morning, Niamh had gotten breakfast ready while you were getting dressed. When you got downstairs, you thanked her before silently eating what she prepared. 

“Are you ready to head out?” She asked with the keys in her hand. “Just one thing, I’ll be right there.” Niamh nodded and headed to her car to put the bags into the car and give you a moment. 

You headed to your room and grabbed one of the pictures that was hanging on your mirror. It was a polaroid picture your dad had taken of you and your mom when they took you to your first ever football game. Both you and your mom in a Chelsea jersey. You let your fingers move over the text your mom had written on the picture. 

After snapping a quick picture of it and posting it to your story, you headed to the car where Niamh was waiting for you.

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y/n_y/l/n just posted to their story

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The car ride to the stadium was quiet, the only sound coming from the radio that was softly playing. Niamh was the one to break the silence just before you took the turn to the Stadium. “I bet she’s always proud of you.” The comment instantly made your eyes water. “She was always in the stands when we played at home, watching you play. I know that if she would’ve been able to, she would’ve traveled everywhere we played.” 

You smiled through the tears, knowing that Niamh was right. If it wasn’t for her own job, she would have traveled the whole world to see you play. “Thank you.” You say as you wipe away your tears as you enter the parking lot.

Once in the locker room, you sat down in your cubby to get ready. Someone else taking over DJ duties, as you were not feeling up to that still. You put the picture of you and your mom in your cubby to have it with you. You were in your own bubble getting ready, until Niamh nudged your shoulder. “Look up.”

You lifted up your head to see what she was talking about and were met with Jessie. It took you a second to realise what was happening, a moment where you were just staring at her. When it finally sunk in you got up and ran into her arms. 

“You came.” You said as you held her tight. “You called.” She said as if it was the most normal thing to fly from Portland to London on a whim, while her season was in full swing. “But your game.” You said as you stepped back. “Don’t worry about it. You needed me, so I cleared it with the coach and got on the first flight out.”

Once you had your moment with her, she hugged the rest of her former teammates. “Alright, have a good game everyone.” She waved before taking you to the side. 

“You’re gonna do great out there. Your mom would be so proud of you for being out there.” She brought you in for another hug. “I’m gonna join your dad in the stands, and see you after the match, alright?” 

“My dad is here?” You asked confused. “He said an important meeting came up, and he didn’t know if he was going to be able to make it.” Jessie smiled and nodded. “Yeah, his meeting was picking me up from the airport. We just didn’t know if we were gonna make it before kick off. Luckily traffic wasn’t too bad.”

You couldn’t believe it. Having both Jessie and your dad in the stands today meant the world to you.

After celebrating the win with the team on the field, you headed home. Jessie and your dad were already there once you and Niamh got back. 

“We got a cake. It was your mom’s favourite.” He said, his voice breaking slightly. You knew how hard her death had been on him as well. “I thought we could light some candles and celebrate her.” You nodded and smiled, while tears formed in your eyes. “That sounds nice.”

You give your dad a big hug, before you get the cake ready together. It was a nice moment, with a lot of emotions, but you were glad you got to spend it with the people closest to you.

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HOT TO GO! II Niamh Charles x Reader

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a/n: hi, it's based off this request here, have fun. <3

Usually the atmosphere in the dressing room would never be this relaxed right before a London Derby.

But this was a friendly against Arsenal. And it wasn’t even in London. So the tension and explosive nature of such a game were slightly subdued.

You slipped your sock on and pushed your shinguards down while simultaneously humming to “HOT TO GO!“ which was playing in the background.

Niamh was right next to you, tying her shoes. Her jersey hung right behind her, and alongside it, the bright yellow armband with the big C on it.

You smirked: “Nice armband, Captain Charles.“

She looked up. Her gaze shifted from you to the captains armband and back to you.

“Thanks.“ Her voice rose at the end, making it sound like a question. Still, her cheeks blushed in a subtle pink.

Smiling, you leaned over and pressed a kiss to her cheek. An inconspicuous way of showing how proud you were of her.

“Ugh, can’t you two be less couple-y for once?“, Erin groaned from the other side of the room, her face a grimace of disgust.

“We’re not doing anything! At least I don’t.“, Niamh protested and pointed innocently at her chest.

Nathalie laughed: “Then get your girlfriend to behave.“

You rolled your eyes in a playful gesture: “Oh come on. This was all innocent.“

Niamh turned to you with one eyebrow raised and her hand on your thigh: “Ignore them, babe. Erin’s just jealous and Nat wishes Aurora was still on her team.“

“WHAT?!“, they both said in unison.

You smiled at you girlfriend, knowing it would annoy your two teammates: “You might be right about that.“

Erin shook her head, visibly annoyed: “Let’s go warm up, Nat. Or else I’m going to puke.“

Giggling, you watched as the two left the dressing room.

“Come on, you two lovebirds need to warm up as well.“, Zecira reminded you. She was clearly biting back a grin.

Niamh got up, ready to follow the others outside as well but she patiently waited for you while you slipped into your shoes.

“Sorry, love. Blame it on the Chapell Roan songs they played. They got me in this certain mood.“, you apologized with a wink and pressed yourself into her side.

“Come on. As captain I can’t be the last to the warm-up.“, Niamh smiled.

You let go of her and nodded: “Right. Especially not on a derby day.“

Side by side you entered the pitch for the warm-up, doing your exercises.

“Girls, get ready! The game is about to start.“, Millie called across the pitch, repeating the instructions from the coaching staff.

While everyone went back into the dressing room to switch from their warm-up shirts to their actual football jerseys, you used the break to run to the bathroom.

A tradition that was part of every game for you. But this time you were lost in thought, still repeating the chorus of that song in your head.

“Ready!“, you announced as you walked back onto the pitch, high-fiving your teammates.

Once you reached your girlfriend, she just looked you up and down: “Nice Shirt.“

“What? Shit?”, you cursed when you realized you were still wearing your warmup shirt, your skin turned pale despite the tan from the summer vacation.

The horror and embarrassment were written all over your face.  Before you could think any further about what to do next your feet started running.

“Jersey to go for y/n.” With a huge grin on her lips Lucy threw your jersey at you which you pressed relived to your chest.

“Thanks.”, you mouthed gratefully as you quickly put the new third kit on.

“Everyone ready now?”, Niamh wanted to know, still looking pretty amused by what just happened to you.

“Yes, everything’s sorted out.”, you assured her.

“Luce, we’ll never let y/n forget that this has happened, right?”, Millie bumped her shoulder against the brunette defenders one.

“Never.”, she agreed smirking.

“You two aren’t as quite as you think.”, you intervened, wishing a hole on the pitch could swallow you whole to save you from the awkward situation.

“You know you deserve it.”, Lucy kept teasing.

“That was so embarrassing.”, you muttered hiding your burning cheeks with your hands while you were getting ready for the group photo.

“Stop thinking about it. This could have happened to everyone.”, Niamh tried to cheer you up, putting an arm around your shoulders encouragingly.

The two of you and the rest of the team waited for the photographer to frame this memory. After that was done, everyone was beginning to move again, eagerly anticipating the start of the derby.

“Right, but I just know that it’ll haunt me in my dreams.”, you admitted.

“That’s what you get for flirting with the captain.”, Millie threw in with a wink.

“Y/n?”, Niamh immediately approached you after the referee blew the final whistle.

“Yes?”, you looked up, feeling her gaze linger on you.

“Good game.”, your girlfriend congratulated you beaming.

“Thanks, another derby win for us and you didn’t play bad either.”, you commented cheekily.

“Oh wow, nice of you.”, she chuckled.

“I know.”, you laughed.

“At least I didn’t forget to put my jersey on.”, Niamh reminded you.

“Cold captain, what about the it-could-have-happened-to-anyone-talk from earlier.”, you pouted playfully.

“I take that back. I only said it because you seemed embarrassed.”, the defender declared.

“You can sleep on the floor tonight.”, you gasped, pretending to be offended by her thoughtful gesture.

“Okay, and you can make sure you never forget your stuff again.”, she countered promptly.

“Fine.”, you agreed.

“Are you done now?”, Niamh asked, her hand resting on your back while you made your way to the changing rooms. The heat hasn’t dropped down yet, and the sun still shone strongly on both of you.

“I am time to go to our room with no shirts on.”, you announced.

“I can tell you’re not the biggest fans of shirts.”, your girlfriend remarked smiling.

“You know it’s still hot so they can go.”, you decided bluntly, referring to the song from earlier, but also the temperature which was making the thought of nothing on very delicious.

[pelova4president]

To your rescue

Lauren Hemp x Charles!Reader

summary~ You get into an argument with your girlfriend. You’re stubborn, and Lauren is too, but luckily another Charles is there to help.

Being Niamh Charles’ little sister you were meant to be a footballer too. You grew up playing all sorts of sports with your older sister. Your household was very competitive, not just sports, card games too and that’s what got you to where you are now.

Niamh always had your back. She joked and complained a bit about you whenever you were with her. But you knew she spoke highly of you to others. Your bond had grown even stronger through your shared love for football.

Niamh ended up playing for Chelsea where as you ended up at another blue club, Manchester City. You got to play with your sister’s bestfriend Lauren.

Lauren is a very interesting person. And that might’ve been what got you to love her so much. Nobody really knew what was going on in that head of hers, if there was even anything going on at all.

You honestly don’t remember when they started to be friends but Lauren was always near. Niamh and Lauren were always together, it was like they could know what the other was thinking without even saying anything.

Lauren was already part of the family by the time you started dating. No matter how many hints you gave her, she didn’t seem to notice them, Lauren was absolutely oblivious to them.

You’d absolutely had it by the time you admitted your feelings out loud. You had taken her out to a coffee shop after training, it wasn’t commen for you to get some alone time with her.

You sat her down after ordering and got straight to the point. “Lauren i really like you and i’d love to go on a real date sometime.” you told her.

Lauren was a bit shocked at your confession. “Uuh okay, yeah same.” she answered.

You had to laugh a little at that. She didn’t expect it but it didn’t necessarily surprise her either. But as fast as your question was answered she went to another subject.

Lauren didn’t have to think much about accepting your offer. She had talked about you a few times too many to your sister. Niamh caught on and asked Lauren about it. She may not have realised she was in love with you but when Niamh asked her it all clicked. She has loved you for longer than she knew.

Niamh was okay with it and there was nothing stopping her but she just didn’t have the balls to ask you out and she didn’t know if you liked her anyway.

But god was she happy you asked her, otherwise this would never have gotten any further than longing stares.

If you hadn’t asked her you wouldn’t be in a longterm relationship, footballing together, living with each other and loving each other so openly and passionately.

And if you’d ask what Niamh thought about your relationship she always said ‘Lauren was always like family now she’s just officially family’.

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You and Lauren never really have arguments, if there were any they were tiny. Those arguments were about what show to watch or what chocolate to buy and you’d just end up buying two different chocolate bars. There was always an easy solution.

But now it was about something important. You needed a new couch in your shared home and Lauren thought a mustard coloured one would look good. In your eyes this was fugly, yeah you said fugly and Lauren was beyond offended.

“Lau, baby i just don’t think a yellow couch would look good in our home. It just doesn’t match anything babe.” you pleaded with her.

“Yeah it does! Look, we have mustard in our fridge and yellow flowers!” she tried to convince you.

“Come on, that doesn’t even count!” you told her annoyed.

“I’ve let you pick out almost anything in the house, i just want the yellow couch.” Lauren said irritated.

“That’s not even true! We’ve done half half plus the couch is like a big deal, we can’t just buy one that doesn’t match anything Lauren.” you started to get a bit angry at Lauren. Why couldn’t she get that the couch would look so ugly with the rest of your furniture.

“Whatever.” Lauren said coldly and walked out of the front door.

You knew she went to your sister, she always goes to your sister. But right now it seemed like the right move, Lauren was never so upset about anything and it bothered you that you were the reason.

It was 10pm and Lauren still wasn’t home. The argument was really getting to you. You had texted Lauren about ten times but she didn’t answer any. Was she really that mad at you?

You just needed to know Lauren was okay and safe so you texted your sister.

you

is Lauren with you? You don’t have to tell me anything, just wanna know if she’s safe

charles #2

yeah, she’s safe

You texted ‘i love you’ to your girlfriend. That was really all you needed before you went to bed.

You woke up at 2am by your bedroom door opening. You turned your bedside lamp on and rubbed your eyes to your girlfriend standing in the door opening. Lauren held a bouquet of flowers in her hands and a little sad smile displayed on her face.

Looking at the ground Lauren broke the silence. “I have flowers for you.. because i’m sorry. I don’t want to fight. You can have your couch if you want.” your girlfriend apologised.

There grew a little smile on your face too. “Thank you Lau, i’m sorry too. Come cuddle with me please.” you asked her with your best puppy eyes.

The English forward gave in and crawled into bed with you. You clicked the light off and Lauren spooned you from behind, her face in your neck and your limbs tangled into each other.

You let out a happy sigh and closed your eyes.

“Do you really not want the yellow couch though?” Lauren asked tiredly.

“No baby, we can do something colourful just not yellow, okay?” you tried to negotiate with your girlfriend.

“That’s okay. I love you.”

“I love you too Hemps”

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[p0orbaby]

Hiya, I’m not sure if you write for Niamh but I had a blurb idea,, and if you obviously don’t write for her it’s totally a-okay :)

Reader falls asleep on Niamh during a team movie night and Niamh feels like she can’t move or wake R up because she’s never seen R this peaceful or comfortable

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It’s supposed to be a team bonding night. Someone’s idea of cohesion apparently involves watching Shrek for the fourteenth time in the dimly lit corner of someone’s living room. You’re slouched into the cushions next to Niamh, the faint scent of popcorn lingering in the air.

The scene in question: Donkey introducing his waffle-making prowess. Everyone’s laughing, the kind of tired laughter that comes after a long training day. You’re vaguely aware of Niamh muttering something about how she could really go for waffles right now when you let your head drop to her shoulder.

It’s not deliberate; you don’t plan these things. But Niamh freezes like you’ve just told her you’re about to run away and join a circus. You feel her body tense underneath you, like she’s debating whether she’s allowed to breathe.

You don’t notice, of course, because within seconds, you’re out like a light.

Niamh, on the other hand, looks like she’s being held hostage. Her eyes dart around the room as she tries to work out her next move.

“Everything alright, Niamh?” Guro asks, nudging her from the other side.

“Yeah, yeah,” Niamh whispers, though it’s very much not alright. You’re now fully nestled into her side, breathing softly, your hand unconsciously gripping the hem of her hoodie.

She feels her heart clench. When was the last time she saw you like this? Peaceful. Completely relaxed. Never, that’s when.

“I can’t move,” she mouths to the Norwegian, who raises an eyebrow.

“You can’t move, or you won’t move?”

Niamh shoots her a look. “Shut up”

“You’re whipped,” Guro whispers, smirking before turning her attention back to the movie.

Niamh tries to focus on the film, but all she can think about is you. You’re impossibly warm against her, your breath tickling the curve of her neck. The room starts to feel claustrophobic, and she’s vaguely aware of her arm going numb under your weight.

She considers shifting you, just slightly, so she can feel her fingers again. But then you sigh contentedly, nuzzling closer, and she decides that maybe she doesn’t need full circulation after all.

“You’re gonna have to pee eventually,” Guro whispers again, clearly enjoying this.

“Shut up,” Niamh hisses.

When the movie ends and someone turns the lights on, Niamh winces like she’s been caught doing something illicit.

“Is she asleep?” someone asks.

“Yes,” Niamh says, a little too defensively.

“No way.” Millie leans over to get a closer look. “She never sleeps during movie night”

“Well, she’s asleep now,” Niamh snaps, glaring at Millie like she’s about to throw hands if anyone dares wake you.

“You’re a goner, mate,” Millie says, laughing as she heads to the kitchen.

Eventually, people start packing up and heading out, leaving Niamh trapped on the sofa with you still draped over her. She debates waking you up—seriously debates it—but then she looks down at your face. You look so utterly content, and she knows she’s not going to be the one to ruin it.

So instead, she settles in, letting her head rest against yours. “Guess we’re staying here tonight,” she murmurs softly, running her fingers lightly through your hair.

You don’t respond, of course, but she swears you lean into her touch. And that’s all the encouragement she needs to endure the dead arm and growing hunger pangs.

[pixiesfz]

goodbye gift n.c x reader x j.f

plot: You and Jessie are both leaving Chelsea, leaving Niamh and you all have some unfinished business you need to take care of

warnings: smut, threesome,

a/n: this was written and almost done and I was actually proud of it and then tumblr DELETED IT

January was a hard month for the Chelsea team.

Jessie had announced her departure for the NWSL almost immediately after the Christmas break, Portland thorns offering her a ground breaking offer.

A week later you announced that you were leaving for Barcelona, your contract was up and they wanted you, you accepted.

Chelsea were losing two key midfielders, you were both leaving the team, leaving Niamh.

You were sitting with your national teammate Sam in the physio room, she had done her ACL and you were eating your lunch whilst sitting on the table with her.

Sam decided to wait until her physio left to back your leg “Ow! Sam what the fuck!” You yelled, rubbing your leg.

“I wanted to know if you and Jessie have finally done it, since your both leaving, get rid of that sexual tension”

You rose your eyebrows “first of all, we do not have sexual tension, second of all not that it’s any of your business but no we have not”

“Well why not?” Sam said and you rolled your eyes “well because we don’t have sexual tension” you said and the fellow Australian gave you a pointed look.

“And I have a healthy knee”

Sam pointed at you “cmon we all saw you two at the last continental cup after we all went out”

It was true.

The whole team had gone out to a club to forget about your loss to Arsenal, you and Jessie had been closer than usual, having both been together the entire game as midfielders.

“We didn’t sleep together that night” you told Sam who snorted “ya should’ve”

Looking back on it you smiled, remembering the feelings of Jessie’s hands on your waist as you danced.

“Just remember you only have one week left”

Niamh was sat on Millie’s kitchen bench, eating pasta that her fiancé made “so when are you going to do it?” Millie asked her and she furrowed her brows “do what?”

“Make a move on y/n before she’s gone, I know you guys went for it at a team meeting”

Niamh shot her head up “how did you know that?”

Millie smirked “you both were gonna for about ten minutes so I just assumed”

“So you guessed”

“And I got it right yay me!”

Niamh rolled her eyes “She’s moving to Barcelona and neither of us want a relationship right now”

Millie smirked, “who said anything about a relationship”

It was now a week before you and Jessie had to leave to your new teams and after the speeches your friends had been given to the three of you, your nice sneaky glances had become obvious and longer.

It was obvious to the team and especially Guro who ran up to the Canadian and English players at the end of the session.

“Do you both like Y/n?” She asked and Jessie turned red as Niamh looked away, Guro gasped “You have a crush on the same girl!” Niamh covered the girls mouth as Jessie turned even more red “can you shut up” she whispered to the girl who was smiling, ear to ear.

“Does this not affect your friendship at all?” Guro asked and both girls shook their heads “none of us want a relationship” Jessie said and Niamh nodded “yeah but like you’re all leaving eachother and none of you had made a move?”

Both girls nodded before Guro smirked.

“TEAM NIGHT AT YA YA’S EVERYBODY BE THERE!” She screamed before looking at Niamh “that’s near where you live right?” Niamh nodded and Guro ran off towards you with a smile, wrapping her arm around your neck “your gonna have fun tonight”

You furrowed your eyebrows with confusion but brushed it off.

You and Kristie sat on your bed with different outfit options “Samantha!” You called out to your friend who slowly walked in, already knowing your question “what” she said and you pointed to the clothes “which one?” You asked and she looked over “none”

“What do you mean none, I’m not going naked” you said, crossing your arms and Sam laughed and went up to Kristie, whispering something into her ear which made her gasp

“Can I know?” You asked “I would have said it out loud if you could know” Sam responded before walking out, leaving you with Kristie.

“This is gonna sound weird” she started “but do you have any pretty lingerie?”

That’s where you lead now, in a dress suit and matching skirt, your black lingerie bra on view for anyone to see.

“My fiancé is a miracle worker” Sam cheered as you walked out “Ha Ha” you fake laughed and grabbed Kristie’s arm “let’s go”

Niamh and Jessie were already sitting at the bar “So it’s not crazy if we-“ she stopped her sentence once when she noticed Niamh was looking at the entrance which she followed “oh fuck”

“Fuck indeed” Niamh agreed with her best friend as they looked at you, your cleavage and legs on display and saying hi to all the girls.

You spotted the two girls and smiled, quickly walking over to them “hey you two”

“Hey- uh- hi” Jessie blushed and Niamh smirked “hello y/n”

You looked past them and to the bartender “three shots please?” You said and he nodded.

Guro, watching from afar saw you take your first shot with the pair “everyone leave! Go!” She ushered the team, all making sly comments whilst all of you three were too distracted with each other to see the whole bunch of them leave.

“My round next” Jessie smiled before bringing her card to pay “we should probably talk to the others” you suggested, ignoring Niamh’s palm that was know on your thigh “Do you want to?” Jessie asked, passing you your shot which you nodded at “yeah”.

You all got up to walk, Jessie’s hand resting on your lower back “can’t find them” Niamh said from the other side of you, stepping slightly forward to check it out.

“Did they all leave?” Jessie asked, her grip tightening on you as people walked by. You noticed as you walked further through the girls always had you in between them.

After accepting the fact that your team had left you still had decided to stay sitting down in a private booth, empty drink littered around the table as you spoke about little things.

There was never a minute one of their hands weren’t on you, weather Niamh had her hand on your arm or Jessie had it on your lap, slowly growing closer and closer to a place that was growing wetter and wetter for the two girls.

“I think we should get out of here” suggested Jessie who was looking down on you, her hands rubbing up and down your arm “to where?” You ask “My house” Niamh said, “none of you guys live in your houses anymore” she said, reminding you of you and Jessie’s departures.

Jessie leaned down to your ear, “I don’t want to leave here with any regrets do you?” She asked and you turned to her, looking at her eyes which were stuck to your lips as you crossed your head “Can’t leave anything back in London” Niamh whispered in your left ear, her lips resting on your skin as you turned towards her, her stare the same as Jessie’s.

“So what do you say?” Jessie asked, her hand sliding up your thighs to the end of your skirt “should we go?” Niamh said, her hand doing the same.

As their hands grew closer to you your breath shortened, feeling flustered from all the attention but still nodding “We need your words y/n” Niamh said, her lips dragging from your ear to your jaw where she pressed small kisses.

“Yes” you stuttered, turning your head to Jessie “please”.

Jessie was already close to you but still closed the gap between you both with a small kiss as Niamh started to knock suck at the skin being shown, brushing your hair back as Jessie pulled at it.

Jessie pulled away first “let’s get out of here”.

The quick walk to Niamh’s house still felt an hour long as your need for them grew. You had wanted them both, at first separately but now…

you couldn’t think of anything better.

Just like in the club, Jessie took the job of placing her hand on your back, now it took a lower place and you took hold of Niamh’s hand who was navigating in front of you, taking the lead.

The two girls knew the house well as they walked in, turning on certain lights as if they were in a routine. Jessie turned towards you with a blushed smile and brought you into a kiss.

It was different from your kiss in the club and you knew it was because you were now in a private space, Jessie loved her privacy.

You heard Niamh drop her keys onto her kitchen bench before her steps walked into a room, you assumed a bedroom.

“C’mon you two” Niamh said as you and Jessie separated and walked past Niamh who was staring to you with an unreadable expression “do you wanna do this?” She asked and you nodded walking towards her.

When you walked into the room, Niamh behind you you smiled, Jessie had already taken off her top and you helped her with her bra, Niamh behind you, stripped off your jacket and unzipped your skirt which you stepped out of leaving you in the lingerie set Kristie had told you to wear.

You turned towards Niamh and started unbuttoning her dress shirt “this was planned wasn’t it” you wondered out loud

“Are we complaining?”

You heard Jessie chuckle at her friend before her lips attached to your neck, you immediately buckled your knees, faltering your paste of undoing Niamh’s shirt which she helped you with.

When Niamh was finally undressed she pushed you onto the bed and Jessie followed, she pulled you into her chest as Niamh walked to the other end of the bed.

Jessie wondered her hands around your chest, pressing kisses to you shoulders before pinching your nipple, causing you to moan.

Niamh lowered herself down to your legs, separating them, kissing from your ankles all the way to your thighs which you started to squirm, Jessie’s smirk being felt against your skin as she saw the effect Niamh gave you.

“Niamh please” you begged the girl who looked up at you “please what?” She smirked and you rolled your head back “answer her” Jessie told you, lifting your head back up.

“Niamh please fuck me” you let out and the girl waisted no time, bringing one of her fingers into you as you gasped, gripping Jessie’s arm.

“You gonna take her fingers baby?” She asked and you nodded “need more” you said as Niamh added another one, and started to speed up “oh fuck” you moaned, squeezing Jessie’s arm tighter.

Jessie’s eyes grew dark watching you moan out Niamh’s name and she grew more wet “can you take another finger?” She asked you and you squirmed at the thought but nodded “such a good girl”

After Niamh added another finger it wasn’t too long until you needed to cum “fuck, Niamh please!” You moaned, Jessie’s fingers playing with your nipples when you finally came undone, Niamh letting you ride out your high as Jessie pulled your head into a kiss.

Niamh came up to also pull you into a kiss, going from one friend to the other. Jessie was sweet with her kisses as Niamh was more dominant.

You felt the warmth of Jessie's body move away, leaving you to lay down fully on the bed, Niamh and Jessie tried to switch spots but you reached out to grab Niamh's wrist, missing the way Jessie reached into her bag.

"are you okay?" she asked you and you nodded "want you to sit on my face" you told her and you saw the confident girl blush and raise her brows "really?" she said and you pulled her closer "please".

Once you made yourself comfortable Niamh rested herself on your face and you almost moaned at the sight. Jessie walks back over to you, your view blocked by Niamh as you waited for her to be comfortable.

You felt the dip in the bed as Jessie crawled on top before you felt the Canadian girl's tip play through your folds, causing you to gasp, sending shivers down Niamh's spine.

Your grip on Niamh's thighs tightened as Jessie positioned herself into you "You ready?" she asked and you nodded your head, your nose hitting Niamh's clit as she rolled her head back at the friction.

You started licking through Niamh's folds at the same time Jessie pushed into you slowly, both moaning your name as you tried to remember the sound forever.

Niamh gripped into your hair as you tried to muffle your moans into her, using her as a form of relief when Jessie kept hitting you in the right places.

"fuck y/n" Niamh moaned out before coming on top of you, making a mess on your face which you smirked at, licking your lips as she got off of you, leaving you to Jessie as she quickened her pace.

You rolled your head back in ecstasy, yanking at her hair which she thankfully wore out "fuck Jessie, just like that" you panted, finally coming undone for the second time that night before you pushed Jessie away, feeling over stimulated.

"You okay?" Jessie asked you and you nodded "just need a little break" you told her, quickly giving her a kiss before turning to Niamh and doing the same.

"then we can go back to it".

[etherealstar-writes]

I WANNA BE YOURS | WOSO X READER | PT 16

pairings: woso x reader

summary: in which you're accidentally added to a random group chat, not knowing they're all actually famous footballers, and obliviously end up having many of them competing for your love and attention.

part: sixteen

part one here

✦ ——— ✦ ——— ✦

THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

felt lotte 😔

neev you went to a wsl match and to an arse-nal one of all ?! i thought you were a chelsea supporter y/n 😔 how could you do this to me bae

kyra who the hell would be sane enough to support chelshit?

elton PLS

willybum CHELSHIT HAHAHA

neev are we seeing this rn sam @ samtheskippa the disrespect

sam the skippa kyra lillee cooney-cross

kyra erm mum, save me @ stephy

stephy i ain't getting involved in this

kyra 😔

meado oh my lord

tom holland's twin i have a concussion y/n ✌️ twinning

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ want me to come over and we can watch movies i'll bring ice-cream

tom holland's twin pls do 🙏

stairway why is lotte getting special treatment? i sprained my ankle the other day

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ sucks to be you

elton are you seriously still mad at us for accidentally giving you a concussion

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

neev i'll make it up to you with nandos i'll pay 🙏

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ okay

willybum that's all it took for you to forgive her? nandos?

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ hey, nandos is fire 🔥 only ppl with taste can understand

mccard real

kyra real

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ and i can never stay mad at you guys for long

the REAL karate kid yayyy

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ but tillies are still my number one

willybum NOOO

kyra YESSS as you should 💪

the REAL karate kid okay but you support arsenal yeah? 🥺🙏

neev NAHH chelsea 🤍💙🥺🙏

brightness chelsea 🤍💙

flaming hot chelsea 🤍💙

sam the skippa aye up the blues 🤍💙

elton NAHH yanited 🔛🔝

earpsy yesss ❤️🖤

zelem ❤️🖤

turner ❤️🖤

hempo it's actually mancity thank you very much

lani ayeee

esme yess

chloe that's right

kyra nah y'all are absolutely delulu it's fairly obvious y/n should support ausenal we're superior 💪

wilybum you mean arsenal 🤨 ❤️🤍

kyra yeah that of course 😁 ❤️🤍

the REAL karate kid ❤️🤍

meado ❤️🤍

tom holland's twin ❤️🤍

mccard ❤️🤍

ford ❤️🤍

stephy ❤️🤍

stairway NAH WHAT THE FLIIP WE HAVE MOST OF THE ARSENAL TEAM HERE THIS IS UNFAIR

neev YEAH UNFAIR FR

cha cha i was gonna suggest spurs ....

willybum OH HELL NAH

the REAL karate kid NO

elton ABSOLUTY NOT

cha cha okay okay geez

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ i think i should remain unspoken about this topic before things get more out of hand ....

neev NAH this is an important life decision y/n

rusty metal wait y/n barca will welcome you with open arms

willybum THEY AREN'T A WSL TEAM LUCY

rusty metal i thought it was just clubs in general 😔

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ barca is lookin very convicing ngl and i most def support ausenal (and lotte) 🇦🇺✊

mccard technically i'm an honorary aussie so do i count in ausenal 👀

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ of course

neev i thought we had a connection y/n 😔

willybum why not lionessenal 😔

meado that is a terrible name

the REAL karate kid fr

willybum sue me for tryin why don't you think of something better then

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ nahh doesn't hit the same as ausenal

willybum i liked it better when you didnt know who we were and supported me 😔

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ that isn't very cash money of you willybum

ona you should come to barcelona y/n!

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ anything for you ona 🙏

stairway nahhh come support bayern in germany 💪

kie barca is superior actually

rusty metal that's right!

willybum they're overrated

kie you did not

ona added la reina

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ MOTHER ALEXIA EKBHFlkuweqBFQLUEB NO WAY OMG IVE PASSED AWAY

neev HELP the alexia putellas being added to this gc was NOT on my bingo card this year 😭

ona alexia, leah williamson just said barca is overrated

willybum deleted a chat

willybum i don't know what she's talking about alexia you're amazing

la reina thank you? your nickname is ... creative

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ alexia will you adopt me?

la reina what?

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ what? erm you are insanely peng oml

ona i thought i was peng 😔

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ YOU ARE

ona then you need another compliment for her

kyra alexia is very mother actually

cha cha she is fr

neev seconded

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ but steph is mother for me 🙏 alexia is literally la reina, my queen 😩

stephy what in the world are you guys talking about 😭

rusty metal wait what am i then?

neev grandma duh

rusty metal i shouldn't have asked 😭

ona grandma lucy hahaha

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ ona i'm packing my bags rn coming to barca right away for you

ona i shall be waiting

willybum i can't believe we're being forgotten about 😔

kyra no one cares lord farquaad

willybum you pest 😒

willybum changed kyra's name to pest

pest wow

willybum suits you very well

pest that's not gonna stop me from pestering you, willybum you do realise that

willybum steph control your child

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ but i never did anything 😔

willybum NOT YOU ALSO SINCE WHEN HUH? 😭

stephy do you have a problem with my children, williamson?

willybum erm no

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ mother, kyra is hogging your favourite son from your favourite daughter

stephy kyra give calvin back to y/n

pest wow i'm the neglected middle child i guess 😒

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ L

✦ ——— ✦ ——— ✦

not me finally posting another crappy chapter 🤭

next part here

[woso-dreamzzz]

Zoo

Jessie Fleming x Child!Reader

Niamh Charles x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: A day out with Jessie and Niamh

"Jessie! Jessie! Niamh!" You call out, practically skipping down the front steps of the house, wiggling out from under Pernille's arm to crash into two of your favourite people.

"Careful, princesse!" Pernille yells after you but you ignore her.

Niamh laughs as she catches you, lifting you easily up onto her hip as Jessie gives the run down of what you're doing today to Pernille.

You get a bit impatient though because you already know where you're going and what you're doing so Niamh puts you into the car.

"What are you looking forward to today?"

"Tiger!" You say," Rawr!"

"I think the tigers are a great idea," Niamh says, throwing the car in reverse just as Jessie slides in and does up her belt.

"Jessie!" You say," Tigers go rawr!"

There's not a lot of time spent in the car because Niamh pulls up to the zoo fairly quickly and Jessie helps you out of your seat, holding your hand like she's Momma when she doesn't want you running off in the car park.

You're a bit impatient though and pull a little but Jessie doesn't mind as she gets you through security.

"I think tigers last," She says," So they're the last thing we see."

You grumble a little because Jessie is like Momma sometimes, making you wait for the best thing until the end.

"Oh, come on, Jess!" Niamh complains," I wanted to see the tigers!"

Niamh's a bit like Morsa, you think. All tall and funny and constantly getting on Momma's nerves in the best way possible.

"Later," Jessie says," Let's go look at the bug house first and we'll work our way up to the tigers."

"Are we getting lunch?" You ask as you watch one of the zookeepers feed a tarantula," Or did Momma pack me something?"

"Are you hungry?"

You shrug. "Little bit."

Jessie rummages through the backpack Momma gave her, pulling out your favourite goldfish crackers to munch on as you wander around the zoo.

Eventually, your feet start hurting so you get Niamh to pick you up and walk you around as you look at the big animals like elephants and giraffes.

You do stop for lunch though even though Jessie says it's stupidly overpriced and very bad for you.

There's not a lot of pasta on the menu, which is your favourite and all the sandwich options have icky stuff like mayo instead of butter and bread with seeds instead of just plain so you settle on some mac and cheese and a little pot of fries.

Niamh steals a few of them so you puff out your cheeks in outrage but ultimately keep eating. You slap her prying fingers away when she tries to grab more and Jessie giggles.

You stick your tongue out at Niamh for a moment before pushing your little portion of fries towards Jessie.

"Do you want some?" You ask her and Niamh's jaw drops in shock.

Jessie winks at Niamh. "You know what? I would like some. Thank you."

"You can have as many as you want!"

"What?" Niamh demands," What about me?!"

You give her a disappointed look like Morsa does when Momma puts broccoli in the oven and calls it cooking. "Maybe if you didn't steal some earlier, I would let you have some now. Stealing is bad Niamh."

"Yeah, Niamh," Jessie snickers," Stealing is bad."

Niamh doesn't steal any more of your fries so you finish your mac and cheese and share the rest of your fries with Jessie just to prove a point.

"Tigers now?" You ask after Niamh brings you back from the toilets.

"I don't know..." Jessie pretends to think, tapping her finger against her chin," Aren't there more animals to see first?"

"Jessie, please!" You grab her hand and try to pull her up," Time to see the tigers."

"Alright," She says eventually, right when Niamh swings you up for a piggyback ride," Let's go see the tigers."

You've been out a long while, hours since you left the house and in that time, Magda and Pernille have done a deep clean. They've washed the floors, cleaned up the shower, changed all the bedsheets and done three rounds of laundry.

It's a little empty in the house without you and Magda feels herself just kind of drifting around, anxiously looking out through the windows for Niamh's car.

"Waiting around won't make them come back quicker. They're getting dinner right now."

"Dinner? I thought we were feeding her tonight!"

"I'm sure she'll be hungry when she comes in," Pernille shrugs, flipping aimlessly through the tv channels," But hopefully, they've worn her out enough that she'll just want to go straight to bed without a bath. I mean-"

The doorbell rings and Magda doesn't stick around long enough to hear the end of Pernille's sentence.

"Morsa!" You say as Magda throws up the door.

She stares down at you in shock.

"Got my face painted like a tiger! Rawr!"

You're definitely going to need a bath tonight.

[enwoso]

NEW TRADITIONS — niamh charles x reader

twelve days of christmas | day 4

based on this request

this christmas, your girlfriend of a year and a half, niamh had convinced you spend christmas day with her and her family up in her home town of liverpool.

you say convincing but really all the girl had to do was ask, but now it had come to the day you were starting to feel a little overwhelmed.

it was nothing against niamh or her family, if anything you couldn’t be more greatful that they had invited you to join their christmas day, that and the fact you loved niamh and the rest of her family as if they were your own.

you felt a little out of place, the christmas traditions that niamh had with her family like all wearing the same christmas jumper or not opening presents until after dinner when the rest of the family had arrived were unfamiliar to you and you felt as thought you were intruding.

which is why you’d excused yourself to go to the bathroom but really you were sat in your girlfriends room on her bed trying to hype yourself back up before dinner was ready.

“love?” you could hear niamh call out for you from the other side of the door, “there you- are you okay?” niamh asked as a flash of worry flashed across her face as she looked at your anxious state as your hands bounced on your leg.

you only hummed to niamh’s question as you concentrated on steadying your breathing. niamh only becoming more worried by your response as she walked deeper into her childhood room.

“love?.. baby?”

no response. niamh got a bit closer and kneeled down in front of your taking your hands from your lap and placing her own over the top, your head moving slightly as you looked up meeting niamh’s worried eyes.

“baby, what’s wrong?” niamh asked as you let out a shaky breath, a small shrug coming from you.

“i just feel like a bit out of—“ you paused shaking your head, now realising that the words coming out your mouth just made you sound pathetic. “-no it’s fine i’m just being silly”

a pout came across niamh’s face as she listened, it was her turn to shake her head. “it’s not silly, your feelings aren’t silly love. now what’s got you hiding up here?” niamh asked as a loving smile appeared on her face, replacing the pout.

“i just feel out of place, like these are your traditions that you have with your family” you mumbled, your cheeks going a little red as you still did feel a little silly admitting it out loud.

“oh love, i’m sorry i didn’t notice sooner” niamh wrapped you in a hug, placing a sweet kiss to your lips which did help to settle some of the feelings you had.

the hug lingered a little longer before niamh pulled you up from sitting on the edge of her bed. “now is there anything i can do to help” niamh asked you humming for a moment or two.

“just hold my hand” you asked as niamh nodded, as she over exaggerated you movements and her own until your hand was in hers before using her strength to pull you in for another kiss which poured everything you both were feeling in the moment into it.

“now are we ready to go back downstairs as i know dinner is nearly ready and if we leave it any longer my brother will have stolen all the roast potatoes..” niamh asked as her eyebrows rose, you now feeling a lot calmer having your girlfriend by your side as you both made you way back downstairs.

going back downstairs and niamh never left your side, from leaving her childhood room every task became a two person job, even pulling out a chair at the table.

niamh also managed to wrestler her brother for the last roast potato, that drawing a few giggles out of you as you watched her fight for it with her younger brother.

but even during that niamh’s hand never left yours and if she couldn’t hold your hand, it rested on the next closest thing — your thigh.

as the night went on, the feeling of being an outsider was long gone as you moved into smooth sailing talks with the charles’ family, feeling like one big happy family at christmas.

“to new traditions!” niamh cheers as everyone raises a glass cheering to niamh’s toast. niamh glancing over to you as a big smile was now on your face, your smile shining as niamh found herself smiling. her hand resting on your thigh as she mouth an ‘i love you’ your way.