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Come sit - Aggie Beever-Jones

Summary: Aggie’s gaming. Y/n's on her lap. Fingers are busy, mouths are busier, and winning means more than just scoring on screen. Turns out Aggie’s best skill might just be multitasking.

Warnings: (+18) SMUT. Aggie’s gaming, but her girlfriend is squirming in her lap--literally. Expect multitasking, casual dirty talk, teasing, and overstimulation. There’s a little power play, fingering and oral (r receiving), light marking, and soft aftercare (eventually).

Word count: 4.5k

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Aggie was in her element–legs spread wide in her gamer chair, controller in hand, blue headset on, eyes locked onto the screen.

She was talking shit in that charming way of hers, a smug little grin tugging at her lips as she racked up another kill.

What was she playing? Y/n had no idea; she just knew it had something to do with shooting. It didn’t matter, though, because Aggie knew enough for the two of them.

They had just gotten home from their training session, Y/n at Arsenal, Aggie at Chelsea. It was a routine for them now. They would get home, take a shower, make dinner together, fight for having to share the stove, make up, then eat and relax.

What would change sometimes was the relaxing part.

Sometimes it would look like just falling into bed immediately after washing the dishes–with Aggie being the little spoon, of course. Other times, they would just rot on the couch together.

But sometimes it looked like this: Aggie was playing on her little game–she hated it when Y/n called it that–while Y/n did other stuff, like reading or practising piano.

Y/n leaned on the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her girlfriend with a lazy smile, admiring her side profile and thinking how much she wanted to kiss the little frown on her forehead.

“You look ridiculous,” Y/n said. “This headphone is way too big for your head.”

Aggie turned, didn’t even miss a beat in her game. “You were the one who bought it in the wrong size, baby.”

“And you didn’t want to return it.”

“Because it’s comfortable,” she said, mashing buttons. “But you know what’d be more comfortable?”

“Huh?” Y/n said, smiling, already growing on her face.

Aggie jerked her chin toward her lap. “You. Come sit.”

Y/n didn’t hesitate. She padded over in just a hoodie and underwear, climbed into Aggie’s lap, settling sideways so she could loop her arms around Aggie’s shoulders.

Aggie barely adjusted. She just shifted the controller slightly and tucked her chin onto Y/n’s shoulder, letting her fingers fly across the buttons.

“You look obsessed”, Y/n murmured, nose brushing to the side of Aggie’s face.

Aggie kissed her jaw, eyes still on the screen. “With the game or with you?”

Y/n hummed. “Mmm, both.”

“Fucking idiot, this one,” Aggie muttered at the screen. “Doesn’t even know how to play properly.”a

“It’s just a game,” Y/n said, pecking her cheek. “You’re supposed to be relaxing.”

Aggie was silent for two whole seconds–Y/n counted. Eyes completely glued to her character on the scream, making him…fly?

“You relax me, though,” she finally said, picking up right where they left off.

They sat like that for a few minutes. Aggie’s hands were busy on the controller, but her body was soft beneath Y/n’s, warm and familiar.

They sat like that for a while.

Aggie’s hands were busy, her body warm. Every now and then, she would mutter at the screen or whisper, “You comfy?” whenever Y/n shifted in her lap.

It was innocent. Totally innocent.

Until it wasn’t.

Y/n shifted slightly to her right, adjusting so her hips didn’t nudge against the chair. Y/n's breath hitched as she felt a familiar heat begin to build within her as her hips pressed against Aggie’s thigh.

She stilled. Then shifted again, slower this time. As if testing the waters.

It felt good, warm. Then she did it again. Her cunt almost in contact with Aggie’s skin, if it wasn’t for the piece of underwear she was wearing.

Aggie’s eyes flicked toward her. Her hands faltered for just a second.

“Why are you moving so much, baby?” she asked in a low voice, but there was a teasing tone lying underneath it, as if she knew exactly what was on Y/n’s mind. “You're gonna make me die.”

Y/n froze like a deer in headlights.

She wasn’t usually shy about sex stuff—not with Aggie. But she also didn’t want to interrupt.

Or maybe she just liked it. Liked how casual it was. Maybe that’s what turned her on.

“Sorry–” She said, her voice slightly trembling. “Mm, it’s nothing.”

Aggie tilted her head, brushing her lips along the underside of Y/n’s jaw. “Liar,” she whispered softly. “You’re squirming.”

“I’m just trying to get comfortable…like you said,” Y/n said, trying to explain herself without giving too much away.

“Hm,” Aggie let the controller dangle against her leg as her hand slid up the back of Y/n’s hoodie, fingers tracing over her spine. “Feels like you’re trying to distract me.”

Y/n leaned back just a little, enough to catch Aggie’s eye and pressed her back even more into Aggie’s chest. “I wouldn't do that.”

Aggie’s smirk deepened. She leaned in and kissed Y/n’s neck slowly and deliberately, leaving a wet trail behind.

Y/n exhaled shakily.

“I could ignore it,” Aggie murmured, dragging her lips lower. “Keep playing. Let you keep grinding on my lap like this, all needy and desperate.”

Y/n whimpered, hips shifting again, this time not so subtly. “Don’t be mean.”

Aggie groaned softly, her grip tightening on Y/n’s waist. “Fuck. You’re so obvious, baby.”

Y/n turned her head, caught her mouth in a kiss, messy, open-mouthed, all tongue and breath. Aggie turned fully in the chair, pulling Y/n into her with both hands.

Y/n gasped as Aggie’s hand found her ribs, right under her breast. The skin was soft, delicate to the touch.

“Still want me to keep playing?” Aggie asked, voice all rough and smug. “Or do you want me to put the controller down and take care of you?”

Y/n shook her head quickly, already breathless. “I-I think I want you to do both”

“Both?” Aggie grinned. “You want me to get you off while I play, pretty girl?”

Y/n nodded, cheeks pink. “Yes.”

Aggie smirked.

“Then just relax for me.”

For a moment, nothing happened. Y/n thought maybe Aggie was going to make her do it all on her own. Just grind on her lap until she came, all whiny and desperate.

But then, Aggie began moving the joystick and pushing the button with one hand as her free hand cupped around Y/n’s breast, pinching her nipples.

“Mm, feels good,” Y/n moaned as another jolt of pleasure ran through her body. She pressed her chest into Aggie's hands, as she grinding her hips more against Aggie’s tight, feeling the friction against her clit. “I want you, please?”

“Shh–I need to concentrate, baby,” Aggie said in a husky voice, biting the side of Y/n’s neck, making the girl squirm even more. “Be good for me, yeah?”

Aggie’s hand left her breast, it slid down, her finger tracing a path down Y/n’s stomach and then thigh. Her finger found the soaked fabric of Y/n’s underwear.

“So wet and I barely touched you,” Aggie said, but her tone was now casual, as she turned to the TV, playing the game and moving the joystick with ease, as if she didn’t have a girl rutting into her.

Y/n's breath hitched, her face hot. Aggie moved the controller with one hand while the other pushed beneath her underwear, fingers brushing between her folds, teasing, barely there.

First, Aggie touched the inner side of her tight, barely touching her where she needed the most. The anticipation was building as she waited for Aggie to make her move, to stop all the teasing.

Then she slid two fingers inside, very slowly, her thumb brushing Y/n’s clit in lazy, practiced circles.

Her touch was sending a jolt of pleasure through Y/n's body. She let out a soft moan, her body arching into Aggie's touch.

“You’re lucky I’m good at multitasking,” Aggie said, a cocky grin on her face. “ Or I’d have you begging for me already–I don’t think you could make yourself cum just from grinding against my leg.”

Aggie's fingers moved inside of her so easily, her thumb finding Y/n's clit and circling it in a way that made Y/n's toes curl. It was slow, precise, almost technical.

Aggie had done that a lot of times to Y/n–not while she was playing thought, but she knew Y/n’s cunt enough that she didn’t even have to look at what she was doing, or even stared at the girls face, the littles sobs she was letting out right below Aggie’s ear was enough.

Y/n's breath came in short, sharp gasps as Aggie thrusted her finger against Y/n’s tight walls, nudging at a spongy spot, making Y/ns contract against her fingers.

Aggie adjusted her aim in-game, thumb twitching over the joystick while her other hand curled just right inside Y/n. Deadly precision on both fronts. “If I lose, I’m blaming it on how fucking good your cunt feels, not my aim.”

And then, like the tease Aggie is, she paused mid-finger-thrust only to reload her weapon in the game and resume like she hadn't just left Y/n panting.

Aggie was going fast now, and Y/n could feel herself getting closer, the pleasure building with each stroke of Aggie's fingers. She gripped the arms of the chair, her nails digging into it as she tried to hold on, to stay focused and enjoy it more.

“You like that, don't you?” Aggie whispered into Y/n's ear, her voice low and husky. “Getting fucked while I play?”

Y/n could only moan in response, her body trembling with pleasure. She could feel Aggie's fingers moving inside her, and could feel the pressure building. She was so close, so close to the edge.

“Look at you squirming just from my fingers. You love being my little distraction, don’t you?”

Aggie's breath was on her neck, her teeth grazing her skin. It was too much, too much to handle.

“You’re so wet, lovie,” Aggie whispered on Y/n’s neck. “That’s what I do to you? You’re not cumming until I get this kill, so be a good girl and take it.”

Y/n bit her lips, rolling her eyes.

“Too cocky,” Y/n gasped, squirming as Aggie hit that spot again.

“I’m confident, there’s a difference,” Aggie said, moving the joystick faster.

Aggie continued to finger her more intensely each time, especially when her character in the game was face to face with the enemy.

Aggie’s thumb flicked expertly, both on the controller and on Y/n’s clit, like it was no big deal she was doing both.

“Dripping just from a few touches,” Aggie murmured, her tone way too casual for someone with their fingers deep inside her girlfriend. “You get needy just from sitting in my lap?”

“Stop teasing me like that,” Y/n said, cheeks red.

“Why? Don't like it?” Aggie asked as she thrusted even further into Y/n’s cunt. “She likes it though, can feel her asking for more.”

Aggie’s fingers worked her harder now, it was like she was trying to sync it–combat and fingering..

When Aggie touched her clit faster, Y/n's body trembled as she felt an orgasm building stronger this time.

“That’s it, baby. Let go for me. Wanna feel you fall apart right here, in my lap.” Aggie said, kissing Y/n’s cheek, feeling the saltiness of her sweat on the girl's skin.

Y/n’s moans grew louder, breath coming in ragged gasps as she finally came, her body shaking in Aggie’s lap.

Aggie didn’t stop, her fingers slowing only as Y/n slumped against her, spent and trembling. But the second Y/n whimpered again, pressing her hips forward, Aggie’s touch sharpened.

“Please don’t stop. Please–fuck–just like that.” Y/n gasped, voice breaking, high on the rush of it, on how Aggie took her higher and stayed there with her.

Aggie hummed low in her throat, the sound vibrating against Y/n’s back.

“Still so needy?” she murmured, dragging her fingers in that same perfect rhythm. “Didn’t I just make you come?”

Y/n couldn’t answer; she just let out a strangled noise, legs shaking.

Then, Y/n's body went completely limp, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as the orgasm left her with only a warm feeling on her whole body.

Aggie grinned, her fingers still moving inside Y/n. She could feel Y/n's body clenching around her, and could feel the wetness coating her fingers.

Y/n’s heartbeat was rapid and erratic against her chest. The tension on Y/n’s body draining, and being replaced by a well-known satisfaction.

Aggie continued to play the game, her fingers still moving inside Y/n. She was focused, determined to finish the level. Her eyes never left the screen. The only proof she was doing anything was the slick, obscene sound of her fingers inside Y/n and the flush painting on her cheeks.

Y/n held her wrist shakily. “Please,” she whispered, leaning her head back into Aggie's chest. “Too much.”

Aggie slowed the movements of her fingers, her touch becoming gentle as she caressed Y/n's sensitive skin, until she wasn't moving anymore, but still leaving her finger inside.

Y/n looked up at Aggie, her eyes shining with something Aggie could only describe as adoration.

Aggie smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Feeling better now, lovie?"

Y/n blushed, her cheeks flushing a deep red. "Uhum, thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Aggie leaned down, her lips brushing against Y/n's ear. "Good," she whispered, her breath hot against Y/n's skin. "Because I'm not done with the game yet."

Aggie gently took her finger’s off of Y/n’s cunt and placed them on her mouth, eyes still on the tv, her other hand very much controlling the game.

“Clean them,” Aggie said, tapping at Y/n's inner lips.

Y/n opened her mouth without question, sucking them in as Aggie’s other hand returned to the controller.

As Aggie continued to play the game, her fingers gently tucked inside Y/n’s mouth.

It helped Y/n somehow. With her mouth occupied, she could breathe in and out of her nose, she could calm down–relax. All while watching Aggie game.

Y/n relaxed against her chest, her mouth busy, her body still tingling as she listened to the soft clicks of the controller.

Y/n was focused on watching Aggie, she didn’t realise when the girl quickly set the controller aside and brought her hand to Y/n’s chin, cleaning her face.

“You’re drooling all over me, baby,” Aggie said. “Got my finger in your mouth, my tights are all wet because of your cunt, what now, huh? My messy girl,”

Y/n said nothing, just kept on sucking Aggies’s finger’s more, it was like it was grounding her, keeping her still.

Aggie dropped her controller onto the desk with a lazy little smirk. “Victory,” she hummed, looking way too pleased with herself.

Her fingers were still lazily inside Y/n, just the tips curling every now and then like she was playing a second game on the girl’s tongue. “Right. That’s enough, baby. Let’s get you to bed, yeah?”

Y/n let out a soft, breathy whine, small and stubborn, shaking her head against Aggie’s shoulder.

Her mouth was still full of Aggie’s fingers, wet and suckling like she needed them to stay put. Her eyes fluttered shut when she felt the tiniest shift of pressure again, like Aggie was testing how far she'd go just to keep her quiet.

Aggie chuckled under her breath, voice low. “Oh, sweetheart,” she murmured, brushing her lips to Y/n’s temple. “I’m not asking, lovie. I’m telling you.”

She slowly pulled her fingers from Y/n’s mouth with a wet little pop and brought them to her own lips, tasting without shame. “Mmm,” she grinned, locking eyes with Y/n. “I can still taste your cunt.”

Y/n flushed instantly, body jolting with another quiet whimper, and Aggie just shook her head, affectionate but smug. “Go on, then,” she said, pressing a kiss to Y/n’s overheated forehead. “Bed. Now. I’m coming right behind you.”

Y/n staggered up, legs still trembling, grumbling something that barely sounded like English, and padded off down the hallway in nothing but her hoodie and a dazed, fucked-out haze.

Aggie took her time. Shut off the monitor. Pushed her chair back. Stretched, like she hadn’t just had a warm, painting girl in her lap five minutes ago.

She pulled her hoodie off slowly, dropped it onto the floor, and padded over to the bed. Aggie showed up five minutes later–the lights were already off, and Aggie wasn’t wearing any shirts.

Aggie got on the bed and wrapped her arm around Y/n’s waist, tugging her close until there was no space left between them. Her voice was lazy and smug at the same time.

“I could do this all day,” she murmured, nuzzling into the back of Y/n’s neck. “Win a game, wreck my girl, rinse and repeat.”

Y/n let out a tiny noise, barely above a whisper; it was her first real sound in what felt like hours. “You didn’t even pause the game…”

Aggie grinned against her skin. “Hmm,” she hummed, nosing at Y/n’s hairline. “Look at my girl talking, huh? Missed your voice.”

Aggie kissed her neck once, then again, slower, mouth open now.

Her teeth scraped gently at the skin just beneath Y/n’s ear before she sucked a little mark into place, proud and possessive.

“I think I wanna taste you,” she whispered. “Would you let me?”

Y/n didn’t even hesitate. “Uhm–please.”

Aggie chuckled, her fingers already sliding lower. “Of course you would,” she purred, her voice thick. “My pretty girl always lets me.”

By the time she crawled up between Y/n’s legs, Y/n’s thighs were already trembling. Aggie ran her palms up them, soothing but firm.

“Still so worked up,” she murmured, smiling. “You’ve been quiet all night, baby. But I can feel how loud you are right here.”

“Still so wet.” She pressed a thumb against the soaked fabric between Y/n’s legs, teasing, slowly.

“Please, Aggie…”

Aggie leaned down, kissed her inner thigh, then the other. “Mm, I love when you beg. But right now I wanna take my time.”

She peeled Y/n’s underwear down and off, and dropped them somewhere without looking.

Then she settled between Y/n’s legs like she belonged there. Like this was just part of her routine…beat the final boss, make her girl come on her tongue.

Casual Tuesday night date.

When her mouth finally touched Y/n’s cunt, it was soft. Slow. Like she was savouring a dessert, which in some way she was.

A low moan slipped from Aggie’s throat, and she murmured directly into her core. “fuck, you taste like heaven–so sweet.”

Y/n's hands flew to Aggie’s hair, not pulling, just needing something to hold onto as her hips arched off the bed.

“Right there, baby–” Y/n moaned.

Aggie didn’t stop. Her mouth was slow but steady, her tongue confident, moving in a rhythm that made Y/n’s whole body tense, then tremble.

Aggie paused only once to murmur, “How many times do you think I can make you come?”

Y/n couldn’t even answer. Just whimpered, back arching.

Aggie grinned. “That’s what I thought.”

And then she went back in.

It felt like hours to Y/n, but mere seconds to Aggie.

Y/n was trembling, legs shaky and spent, but there was still something wild in her eyes–something stubborn, like she didn’t want the night to end on her back.

Aggie had made her come twice without breaking a sweat, and it was driving her insane. She wanted to give it back as well.

So when Aggie finally pulled back, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand like it was casual–like she hadn’t just turned Y/n into a puddle, Y/n surged forward.

She pushed at Aggie’s shoulders.“My turn.”

Aggie blinked, surprised, but only for a second. Then her smile curled into something devastating.

“Oh?” she said, raising a brow, letting herself be pushed halfway onto her back, arms bracing behind her. “Look at you, getting all bold on me.”

Y/n straddled her lap clumsily, trying to pull off Aggie’s shorts, but her fingers were shaking too much to get a grip, her mind too dizzy. “Let me… just–”

Aggie laughed, low and warm, letting her tug, but not moving to help. “You’re cute when you try to take control,” she murmured, leaning in to nip at Y/n’s jaw. “But sweetheart…”

And then she flipped them, fast, dominant, but also sweetly.

One hand on Y/n’s thigh, one on her wrist, pinning her right back into the mattress like she weighed nothing.

“...I’m not done with you yet.”

Y/n gasped, her breath caught in her throat. She tried to push up again, but Aggie just held her there, so gently firm.

“Mm.” Aggie kissed down her neck, tongue flicking against the spot she’d already marked earlier. “You think you’ve got the energy to handle me, love, after all the times I’ve already made you come?"

Y/n squirmed, biting her lip, trying not to moan at how easily Aggie kept her down. “I could try–I just…wanted to be on top.”

Aggie smirked against her collarbone.

“Oh, I know you want to. But right now?” She slid two fingers down between them, found Y/n’s cunt again, grinning at the way her hips jerked. “You’re not calling the shots yet, baby.”

She kissed her. Deep and slow, fingers teasing but not giving in. “Maybe after one more.”

Y/n whined into her mouth.

Aggie smiled. “Yeah. Just like that.”

..

Morning sunlight filtered in through the blinds, catching in the tangled mess of limbs on the bed. Y/n groaned quietly, face buried in a pillow, hair sticking up in every direction possible.

Aggie was already awake. Lying beside her, propped up on one elbow, watching her with this mix of soft awe and growing panic.

Because…fuck.

Aggie had made Y/n come three more times. Three. And then Y/n had passed out immediately, boneless and mumbling something that sounded like ‘don’t move me.’

And Aggie... didn’t move her. She didn’t clean her up, didn’t get her water, didn’t even offer a sandwich or something for her to eat. She just fell asleep next to her like a selfish asshole.

Now Y/n was still sprawled out, looking both peaceful and totally wrecked, and Aggie felt like she needed…to write a formal apology? Maybe?

She reached out gently, brushing a hand down Y/n’s back.

“Baby,” she whispered. “Are you awake?”

Y/n made a noise that was half grunt, half growl, shoving her face deeper into the pillow, ignoring Aggie completely.

Aggie smiled.“Okay, so that’s a yes.”

Another muffled groan came from Y/n.

“I’m sorry,” Aggie said softly, dragging her fingertips along Y/n’s hip,

“I should have gotten you water, snacks–or–I don’t know..wiped you down like a decent person.”

“Mmh.” Y/n shifted an inch and then flopped dramatically back into place. “Why are you talking in my ear?”

“Because I’m worried about you, lovie.” Aggie grinned.

Y/n cracked one eye open. “It’s 6 a.m.”

“You didn’t pee, you didn’t eat, and I’m pretty sure your legs were shaking even in your sleep,” Aggie said seriously. “Wanna make sure you’re alright.”

“I was sleeping.”

“Do you want a shower?” Aggie offered. “I’ll carry you. Like a princess. Then I’ll make you toast and orange juice and…or you prefer pancakes?”

“Shut up,” Y/n said. “You’re so annoying with aftercare–or whatever, I just want to sleep.” She reached out and tried to slap Aggie’s arm.

Aggie caught her hand and kissed her knuckles, totally unbothered. “I could’ve at least given you a banana or something.”

“Stop talking about bananas,” Y/n groaned. “Stop talking, period.”

Aggie pressed a kiss to her temple. “Fine. But you’re eating something in like–10 minutes, I’m not kidding.”

Y/n mumbled something too incoherent to translate, and Aggie just smiled, curling around her, hand smoothing over her stomach.

“Do you still love me?” Aggie whispered. “Even if I’m a terrible post-sex girlfriend?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” Y/n muttered, barely awake, while she waved Aggie off and buried herself deeper into her chest.

Y/n said, barely awake, muttered, and buried herself deeper into Aggie’s chest.

Aggie kissed the top of her head and whispered, “I’ll earn forgiveness with breakfast.”

Aggie was true to her word.

Exactly ten minutes she gently nudged Y/n awake again, a banana held up to Y/n's face like it was a gourmet offering alongside a glass of water.

Y/n sat up with the enthusiasm of a corpse, eyes still closed, hair a tangled mess. She took the banana from Aggie's hands and took small bites of it, her face still set in a frown.

“That’s my good girl,” Aggie said, smiling.

Y/n mumbled something like 'Never calling me that again.'

Then Aggie made her drink the whole glass of water. She even wanted Y/n to drink more, but the girl was already full.

Y/n finished her banana and lazily rubbed her eyes. She needed to start the day. She swung her legs off to the side of the bed.

And then she really woke up.

Her eyes shot open. “Oh bloody hell.”

Aggie flinched. “What? What?!”

“My thighs–what the fuck.” Y/n tried to stand but instantly sat back down. “They are burning”

Aggie’s face dropped.

“Oh, shit. What leg? Both legs? Was I too rough?”

Y/n gave her a death glare. “My fucking hamstrings, Agnes. You kept them–” She waved vaguely in the air. “--up on your shoulder.”

Aggie suddenly looked like she had committed war crimes.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking–I should’ve stretched you out after or…or, hm, maybe massaged you or–shit, you have training today, don’t you?”

“In two hours,” Y/n said flatly.

Aggie’s whole body deflated. “I’m sorry!”

Y/n narrowed her eyes. “I’m going to murder you.”

“No, you’re not,” Aggie said softly, cupping her cheek with one hand and smoothing her hair with the other.

“You are going to drink more water, and maybe eat another banana–because potassium– and then I’ll massage your poor thighs and tell you how pretty you sounded every time I got a headshot.”

Y/n stared at her. Aggie was going crazy, she was sure.

“That’s not a normal sentence, you freak.”

“I’m panicking,” Aggie said miserably, resting her forehead against Y/n’s knee. “I didn’t mean to injure you.”

Y/n carded her fingers through Aggie’s hair, softening a bit, seeing that Aggie really looked guilty. “You didn’t injure me, you just… overachieved.”

Aggie looked up at her. “I should’ve given you a protein shake before you fell asleep.”

“You’re so dramatic,” Y/n said fondly.

“I love you,” Aggie whispered. “Please don’t go to training and tell everyone I… broke your pelvis?”

“No promises.”

Aggie gasped.

Y/n grinned, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. “Massage gun is in the bottom drawer. You have twenty minutes to earn forgiveness.”

Aggie was already moving. “I will never take your thighs for granted again.”

..

a/n: I spent the night awake trying to write this little thing because I was obsessed.

Hope you guys like it!! pls pls pls let me know what u think!!

[pitchsidestories]

all the stars are closer II Keira Walsh x Lioness!Reader

romantic masterlist | platonic masterlist | word count: 1284

summary: Keira's girlfriend watches from the bench as Keira scores her first goal for England and they share a sweet, unforgettable moment celebrating together after the match. requested

author's note: Hi everyone, a bit late and perhaps not the best timing after Tuesday's results, but we hope you'll still enjoy the oneshot. Happy reading !🤍🤍

disclaimer: everything in this fanfiction is purely fictional and nothing corresponds to reality.

You shrugged into your jacket with a smile as you took your seat on the subsitutes’ bench. That game had been so much fun. Everything had seemed to fall perfectly into place. Sure, you would’ve loved to stay on the pitch for longer, but you were more than happy to make room for one of the younger players. With 70 minutes of game time, you really couldn’t complain.

Watching from the bench wasn’t too bad either. It was just as entertaining, especially when the game had some surprises in store. Like when the ball landed right in front of Keiras feet. You expected her to pass, like she always did. But this time, she pulled back and took the shot.

“Oh my god!”, you yelled, leaping up from the bench and ready to celebrate the goal.

But the ball missed its target, rolling out of play.

Leah, already subbed off as well, gave you a lazy smirk: “Calm down, y/n. She missed.”

“But it was so close.”, you pouted playfully and plopping back down on the bench.

Ella leaned over to you: “Is it true that Kei has never scored for England? Seems like a curse.”

You opened your mouth to reply but Leah beat you to it: “You know her. She rather passes the ball to someone before actually shooting herself.”

“Nothing wrong with that.”, you added with a shrug.

Leah raised an eyebrow: “Even I scored more than her.”

“Yes but she makes other players shine with her decisions and position play.”, you countered which caused your teammates around you to groan loudly.

Elle let out a frustrated sigh and waved you off: “Stop talking to her, Lee. She only sees the girlfriend.”

“You’re right. Also it’s disgustingly cute how she’s Keiras number one fan.”, Leah rolled her eyes jokingly.

“Girls!”, Alessie cut in, directing the attention back towards the football pitch in front of you.

“What?”, Leah asked but you were already on your feet again, raising your arms in triumph.

“Kei just scored!”, you yelled, grinning from ear to ear.

Leahs jaw dropped: “No way.”

You hugged the defender in excitement: “She did it, Lee!”

“Can’t believe it.”

On the field, Keira was immediately embraced by her teammates, everyone immeasurably thrilled for her.

“Eight years in the making, I just googled it.”, Ella commented, holding up her phone and pointing to the screen.

Leah nodded: “Almost.”

You sank back into your seat with a contented sigh: “What a night.”

“She wanted to get that off her to-do list before turning 28.” Teasingly, the Lioness captain wiggled her eyebrows.

A cheeky whistle escaped Ella’s lips: “28? You girls are getting old—wait, is that a grey hair, Lee?”

“What? You’re only two years younger!”, Leah protested, her lips forming a pout.

With a playful glance at the Manchester United player, you quipped: “Not the brightest candle on the cake.”

“She still thinks she’s a youngster,” the Arsenal defender said, shaking her head in disbelief.

Alessia quickly turned everyone’s attention back to the pitch as the game came to an end: “Let’s join the others to celebrate the win!”

Excited, Aggie wrapped her arms around you for a quick hug as soon as your feet hit the grass: “Did you see her goal?! I told her to shoot more!”

“We did,” you replied, pausing before adding, “and well done yourself, Aggie.”

“Thanks,” she beamed at you, her eyes sparkling. The younger player had scored her first goal tonight too. There was definitely something in the air in Bristol tonight—something that made both the young and experienced player’s shine.

“You had a fantastic game.”, your words trailed off as your gaze found your girlfriend across the pitch. Your cheeks flushed, and you looked back at Aggie: “If you’ll excuse me for a second.”

"Sure, I’ll leave you lovebirds alone now.", the blonde smirked knowingly, clearly amused.

Still catching her breath, Keira greeted you with a smile that could light up the entire town: “Hi.”

“Hey,” you grinned at her, lifting her up effortlessly.

She let out a slightly embarrassed laugh, her hands running through her ponytail: “No, don’t.”

“Sorry, it had to be done,” you chuckled, slowly lowering her back to the ground.

Keira buried her face in the crook of your neck, mumbling: “You’re worse than Lee. She already squished me to death.”

“I’m not,” you disagreed. “She said you wanted to tick off the goal for England from your list of things to do before you turn 28.”

Keira groaned at the mention of a list she’d never even made. “That’s not true.” More seriously, the midfielder added, “It just felt right tonight.”

It seemed like the stars had aligned perfectly for this moment—under the lights, in front of home fans, with her family in the stands, and with you by her side. Everything about tonight felt destined to happen.

"Still proud of you, even if I know you don’t want to hear it," you said, your hands gently cupping her cheeks.

She smiled sheepishly: "You’re right, I don’t. But thank you anyway."

“You’re welcome.”, you replied, thrilled.  

Keira softly smiled at you, a hint of red creeping into her cheeks: ”I’m glad that I got to share it with you.”

“Me too. It was definitely a special night.”, you agreed sincerely and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek.

“It really was.”, she murmured, biting her lip.

Reluctantly you let go of her, smiling cheekily: “Come on, the people want to hear from you, goal scorer.”

“Oh no.”, Keira sighed when she spotted the journalists waiting impatiently for her, microphones in hand.

You chuckled quietly: “I know you can do this.”

“Sure.”, she said distractedly as she interlaced her fingers with yours and started to drag you along towards the press.

Once you realised what she was doing, you firmly planted your feet into the ground and stopped: “Excuse me? They don’t want to hear from me tonight.”

Keira nodded innocently: “Oh, they definitely do.”

“Liar.”

“I’m not!”

Still, you followed her, fingers brushing as you walked side by side. Just before parting ways to go to your respective interviews, you winked at her: “See you afterwards.”

“See you.”

In contrast to your girlfriend, you didn’t mind interviews at all. In fact, after nights like these you loved talking about the team’s performance and of course, you couldn’t stop yourself from praising the goalscorers.

While you were still mid-interview, Keira was already done, keeping things short and concise. She stood waiting on the edge of the pitch when Lucy walked over, a Belgium shirt slung over her shoulder.

“Done with media duties and waiting for your girlfriend, Kei?”, Lucy teased with a grin.

Keira nodded towards where you were standing behind a glass panel: “Yes. Apparently she can’t stop talking.”

“Typical for her.”, Lucy laughed.

“Takes forever.”

“There she comes.”

“Finally.”

You reached the, with a grin and wrapped your arm around Keira: “Time to go.”

“Please.”, Keira said with a pleading smile.

Together, you disappeared back into the dressing rooms, getting ready to go back to your team hotel. Just as you left the stadium to walk to the bus, your arm looped through Keiras, you pointed up towards the night sky.

“Don’t the stars look closer tonight?”

Keira followed your gaze, eyes squinting and nose scrunching: “Do they?”

“Yes, look.”, you nodded, insistent.

“I think you’re imagining that.”, the midfielder smirked.

“Hey, I don’t, okay?”

“Okay, whatever you say.”

You stopped and turned towards her: “Thank you.”

And so you stood there, under a sky full of stars, and kissed her once more, still basking in the glow of a night neither of you would forget.

As always, your comments, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated. <3

[woso-dreamzzz]

Injured (Alexia's Version): Future IV

Aggie Beever-Jones x Putellas!Reader

Summary: You and your 'new friend' in Mallorca

There's a soft pad of feet outside the cabana and you peak an eye open.

Your partner for this holiday approaches, fresh from the ocean and your open eye tracks her progress towards the towel that she uses to dry off.

"I don't think I've ever been to a better beach."

"I told you." You sit up, rolling your shoulders. "Everything is better in Spain."

Aggie sits on the edge of your sunbed, fingers slowly walking up your bare leg until they rest on the curve of your knee. "Well, you've certainly shown me that."

You sip at your drink.

It's gone kind of warm in the hot summer sun but it's still drinkable, still full of flavour that gives you that nice buzz in your veins.

"Well," You say, your quiet voice carrying across the air like a secret," I do try."

Aggie's hand climbs up to your thigh, rubbing your skin lightly as she shuffles closer.

"You've done a very good job at it."

You move closer as well until there's barely a centimetre between you.

"Isn't it so nice that this cabana is private?" You drawl, fluttering your eyelashes as you press as close as you can without actually touching your lips against hers.

"Just us," You continue," So far away from anyone else. Just me and you."

"It's perfect," Aggie husks and you finally connecting your lips, grabbing at the back of her neck to deepen it.

She allows you that control at least.

Aggie's fallen into this role fairly well. She knows this isn't going to end in a relationship and, frankly, she doesn't care at all. Straight out of a relationship herself, she's completely fine with this just being a friends with benefits situation.

Your hand pulls at Aggie's neck and she grins into the kiss, finally taking control of it.

You lay back against your sun lounger, grinning as well when Aggie hovers over you.

She's panting, glancing around. "How long until you think that waiter guy's coming back?"

"Forty five minutes? An hour?" You say," He came by a few minutes before you came back."

"Excellent," Aggies says," That leaves us plenty of time."

The sun dips below the horizon, painting the sky in red and pink and blue.

You sip at your drink, eyeing Aggie over the top of her menu.

"What?" She says," Is there something on my face?"

"Nothing," You laugh," You look very pretty tonight."

"Flatterer."

"I'm just telling the truth."

"You're in a sappy mood today."

You lift up your drink. "Must be the alcohol."

You both laugh and you relax easily into small talk.

"This trip has been lovely," Aggie says suddenly as the evening winds down," Thanks for inviting me."

"Thank you for not being intimidated by my mother."

That match when you first met, Aggie had nearly been caught on the wrong side of Alexia's wrath after absolutely clattering one of the Barcelona players two minutes into the second half.

"I won't say she's not scary," Aggie says," But I know how to stand my ground."

"I'm glad and pray you never have to meet her in her own house," You tease.

Aggie winks. "Good thing I'm not your girlfriend. God help whoever meets your mother as your girlfriend."

"I can drink to that."

[repulsiveliquidation]

One Thing Led to Another || Aggie Beever-Jones

warnings : smut 18+, face-fucking, strap sucking, strap-on sex, cunnilingus, rough sex, rough oral sex, orgasm control, aftercare.

a/n : everyone say thank you spicy anon

Aggie was a confident woman. She knows her skills on the pitch speaks for itself. 

Those rules apply for her skills in the bedroom. There was this aura about her, she simply knew they were good, there was no need to tell her. 

She loved it best when you were pliant and obedient. Pretty eyes fluttering up at her. Arms tucked behind your back. Jaw slack for her to fuck. 

That's how she had you in front of her right now. Knees aching, arms shackled behind you, jaw sloppy and hers to use. 

Aggie leaned over you, lips sporting her gorgeous smile. She kissed your nose before standing back up to hold her cock right in front of your face. 

“Shall we go again, darling?” Aggie asks mockingly, the tip of her strap teasing your lips. She presses in when you open your mouth to answer, the sound of you choking sends shivers down her spine. 

Her hands pull and grab fistfuls of your hair, using the leverage to fuck your throat. She moans like she feels the sensations, a manic smile on her face. Aggie watches your eyes water and your throat sputter, her hips not being gentle one bit. 

“You look so pretty like this babygirl,” she groans. “Such a good toy for me aren’t you?” 

Aggie pulls out and pats your cheek hard a couple times, pinching your cheeks together before smashing her lips to yours. She kisses you sloppily, tongue slipping into your mouth too. 

She moves over to the bed and sits down, beckoning you to kneel before her. 

You do, sitting right in front of her neatly. She caresses your cheek, pecking your forehead. You begin to relax when she pulls your head back a little roughly only to slap her strap on your lips. You whine, hands aching to hold onto her thick thighs; you knew better than that. 

She forces the silicone deep into your mouth, moaning when you take the whole thing. She gets a little excited, hips fucking into your mouth a little too desperately. She sits back down and lets you take over, watching as your hands hesitantly frame her cock to suck. 

Your lips wrap around her cock perfectly, taking the whole appendage easily. You breathe through your nose steadily, pulling back to spit all over her. 

Aggie can’t catch her breath, the sight of you practically drooling for her cock sends her spiraling. Her knuckles are white from holding onto the white sheets too tight, fingers begging to be tangled in your hair again. One hand wins, resting on top of your head to guide you up and down on her cock. 

She pulls you off just before the pure sensations send her towards a hands-free orgasm. You settle into her lap, arms wrapped around her neck while you kiss hotly. She grabs a fistful of your ass, spanking you hard. You moan into her mouth and she swallows, rough hands kneading your full ass. She’s a tits girl but loves to have your ass in her hands. 

She spanks you hard a few more times, sucking your tongue gently. Your hips can’t help themselves, grinding down on her cock. You can feel it poking your inner thigh, all you needed to do was adjust yourself just a little and it would slip right…

“Ah ah ah, no ma’am,” Aggie teases, grabbing your hips. You look up at her and she’s got a look in her eye, one that you know very well. 

“Just let me enjoy you for a bit, yeah?” 

You nod, letting her maneuver you how she liked. You lifted off her and her cock slipped in, much to Aggie’s delight. You sink down and feel the whole thing fill you, your eyes locking in with Aggie. 

“Easy baby, that’s a good girl,” she praises, strong thighs helping you ride her cock. She takes your breast in her mouth, moaning when you melt into her. 

The sensations drive you crazy, her hands guiding your hips into her cock while her mouth suckles on one breast after the other. You’re not bothered to keep quiet as the sound of skin slapping and your sultry moans fill the room. 

A switch goes off in Aggie’s brain when you moan her name like a whore, her entire body suddenly overcome with strength. 

She picks you up off her cock and throws you onto the bed, pressing your legs back and fucking into you. 

“Aggie!” you cry, pussy taking her cock much deeper than you did mere seconds ago. She growls, leaning over you to suckle and bite your tits. Her hips don’t waiver, pounding right into your sweet spot.

“That’s my girl, taking my cock so well angel,” Aggie praises, hands pressing you right in half. She’s getting frustrated, eyes going dark and lustrous but she still tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear kindly. 

She pulls out and flips you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up for her. She spanks your ass before kneeling behind you. She spreads you wide open, lips sucking hard on your slick folds. You can barely think straight, before you are overwhelmed with sensations. She tongue-fucks your pussy, moaning at the taste of you and the lube on her tongue. 

“Mmh,” she moans, tongue flicking over your clit hard. You’re a moaning mess, hands unsure of what to hold onto. She spanks your ass one more time before standing up and slapping her cock on your pussy. She presses in and you whine, head spinning with the highs and lows of your arousal. 

She reaches for your arms to hold on to, using them to fuck into you harder. Her hips are strong and firm, the feeling of being bent in half sends you shuddering with pleasure. 

“Aggie, Aggie please baby,” you beg, voice stuck in your throat as the air gets stuck in your lungs. She’s stuffing you full to the brim, and you’re this close to losing it. 

“Getting close, precious?” she asks innocently, hips never losing their strength. 

“Yes, please i’m so close to cumming,” you whisper, sweat forming on your brow from how hard you were holding it in. She lets your arms go and you fall onto the bed, panting hard. She pulls your torso up to her chest, lips pressed right onto your ear. 

She pounds right into your sweet spot this way, one hand holding your arms behind your back. 

This was pleasure at its finest. 

“How about you hold it in for me, sweetheart?” she asks in her sweetest voice, hips slowing to a hard thrust every few seconds. 

“C–Can’t Aggie, suh–so fucking c–close,” you croak, tears falling down your cheeks as her hips slowly begin to speed up. 

“Hmm, I don’t want you to come just yet, darling,” she whispers into your ear. “I want you to hold it.” 

“Please Aggie, gonna cum…” you try and beg again, thighs shaking with how hard you were holding your orgasm in. 

“Hold it.” 

“Aggie! Really c–can’t!” 

“You can sweetheart, just a little more.” 

“Please hurry, hurry hurry gonna cum…!” 

“Cum.” 

Your muscles relax and your high hits and oh boy you’re seeing stars. Aggie pounds into you through it and she comes with you, your highs bouncing off each other. 

She reaches around and fondles your clit and a gush comes out of you. She doesn’t stop touching you and you’re making a right mess on the sheets but you don’t care; this is the best orgasm you’ve ever had. 

“Aggie…” you whine, reaching for her when she finally pulls out. She takes her strap off and pulls you into her arms, taking you into the bathroom. 

The shower is warm and you're standing together in each other’s arms. She’s kissing every bit of skin she can, hands caressing your every curve and valley.

You hold her face in your hands and kiss her sweetly, the warm water cascading down your body.

“Thank you,” you whisper between kisses, feeling her hands hold your waist and pull you closer. She nods into the kiss, cradling her head as she deepens it. 

“I love you,” she replies, heart growing fonder when you whisper it back to her. 

[wlwsoccerfics]

A different Kind of Teenage dream (AggieBeever-JonesXReader)

A/N: i tweaked the Story a bit.

Warning: very little Angst but Lots of Fluff, mentions of adoption.

Summary: your Family with aggie came together in an unusual way. But you Love the Life you build with her.

It was saturday morning. You were already awake since 4am, which was two hours ago. Aggie was waking up Yara. Her goddaughter. Well now adoptive daughter of the two of you. The little Girl was 2 years old. Her Mom was an old friend of aggie and you two have been taking care of her most of her Life. At First it just started with yaras birth Mom needing a break. The Breaks became longer and happened on daily Basis at some point so the two of you had a talk with her and she asked you to adopt her cause she realized she can't be a parent. So that's what you did.

It was such a big step for the two of you. But you were very much in love with eachother so this was making alot of sense and seemed like the logical next step.

It didn't matter how young you were. Aggie was the women of your Dreams in every way. You have been with her for almost 5 years and the two of you would get married in a few months.

You just finished the chocolate Chip Pancakes your two year old daughter had requested. You also Made a fruit salad with strawberries, Apple, grapes and blueberries. Aggie came downstairs with Yara on her right hip.

"Mommy!" She happily said when she saw you. "Mama, down please!" Yara told Aggie. Your fiancee put your daughter on the floor and Yara ran over to you. You picked her up and kissed her nose.

"good morning, my little butterfly." You replied with a soft smile. Holding her close. She cuddled up to you. Aggie walked over to you and pecked your lips gently. You happily returned the gesture.

"i Love the two of you!" You told both your fiancee and your daughter.

"Love my mommies!" Yara replied and giggled.

"i Love both of you as well! So very much!" Aggie answered. Smiling at you and Yara. You put Yara down so she could climbed into her Chair, while you placed the Plate with Pancakes and the Bowl of fruit salad on the table.

Placing a mug of freshly brewed coffee in front of aggie before placing a Glass of chocolate Milk in front of Yara.

"thank you!" Yara happily said.

"yes thanks Babe!" Your fiancee stated. Smiling at you.

You sat down with your own mug of Coffee.

"you are welcome! Everything for my favorite Girls!" You answered. Yara started eating a Pancake.

"it's so yummy!" She informed you.

After breakfast you cleaned up while Aggie was fixing something on your Car.

"Mommy?" Yara asked softly.

"yes Sweet Girl?" You asked.

"we get a puppy?" Your daughter asked.

"a puppy?" You asked again.

"yes please! Thank you!" She stated. You laughed softly.

"so polite. We have to talk with Mama about it!" You explained to her, wiping down the kitchen counter with a kitchen towel.

"what do you need to talk to me about?" Aggie asked, standing in the doorway of the kitchen. Yara walked over and hugged her legs.

"Mama? We get one puppy?" She asked cutely. Aggie smiled gently.

"you want a puppy? Yes sure. Let's get one!" You hear your fiancee say.

"guess we are getting a puppy!" You replied and the Happy noises coming from your daughter made your heart explode. So much joy and you wouldn't change that for anything in the world. You have known eachother for almost 10 years. so really this was a Teenage dream come true in a way.

Sure enough you went to the pet Store to grab everything you needed for a Dog. Yara suggested you would actually Go to the shelter and adopt a Dog. Which you and aggie were all in for.

"Mommy? Mama? We buy this toy?" Yara asked, holding Up a pink cow squeaker.

"yes sure!" You stated. You ended up with a handful of Dog Toys and everything else you needed for your new Family member.

You then drove to the animal shelter. Both you and Aggie were quite surprised when your daughter said she wanted to rescue the Dog that has been there the longest. Which happened to be a one eyes Australian Terrier which the three of you fell in love right away.

"His Name is Buck!" Yara announced, cuddling him while he licked her face. Smiling softly.

"welcome to the Family, Buck!" Both you and your fiancee said softly.

[ouiouibaguettt]

Tackling the Hearts

YN YLN -> your name & your last name

masterlist (1) - (2) - (3) - (4)

5,7k of words! Hope that you will love it!!

request from @liverpoolfan96:

Aggie one but this time enemies to lovers reader plays for Barcelona first leg they got into and always commenting on each other instagram and in 1st leg had a fight players at to stop same second leg but in end after game second leg sorted it out and had a date and got together

The sun had just begun to dip behind the mountains as the first leg of the Champions League semi-finals approached. The atmosphere at Camp Nou was electric, buzzing with anticipation. Barcelona, led by their formidable goalkeeper YN, was facing off against Chelsea, and the stakes were higher than ever.

YN had always been competitive, driven by a desire to be the best, but there was something about Aggie Beever-Jones that made their rivalry more intense. The Chelsea forward was not only a force on the pitch but also a constant presence in YN's notifications. They had exchanged barbs on Instagram for weeks now—snarky comments, teasing memes, and the occasional underhanded dig. What started off as harmless fun quickly escalated into something far more personal.

On the field, the intensity of their rivalry reached a boiling point. Every tackle, every run, every pass felt like it carried more weight. YN’s eyes constantly flicked to Aggie, who was always close by, a cocky smile never far from her lips. The crowd roared as the match hit full swing. Barcelona’s players were moving with precision, working as a unit, and the energy was palpable.

It was clear that the semi-finals were the most intense challenge yet. But for YN and Aggie, it was more than just a game—it was about proving who was better. As the match neared its climax, YN found herself in a race to stop one of Aggie's dangerous runs. But just as Aggie reached the edge of the box, she took a harsh tackle from Barcelona's defense, leaving YN on the ground.

Frustration boiled over. YN shot up, glaring across the pitch at Aggie. The Chelsea player smirked, mouthing something that only fueled the fire. Without thinking, YN took a few steps toward her, fists clenched. "You think you can walk all over us?" YN’s voice was low and sharp.

"Maybe you’re just mad because you’re not as good as me," Aggie retorted, her voice dripping with condescension.

The taunts flew back and forth, and before long, the two were nose to nose, shouting over each other, pushing each other in a physical confrontation. It didn’t take long for their teammates to rush in.

Jana and Aitana, YN's best friends, were the first to intervene, standing between the two players. "Stop it!" Jana snapped, shoving both players back. "This is a game, not a personal vendetta!"

But the intensity of the moment was palpable. Chelsea players, including Lucy and Keira, rushed over, trying to separate them, their eyes full of disbelief and frustration.

“Both of you need to calm down,” Lucy said, her arms crossed and her tone firm.

Despite the scuffle, the match went on. The tension hung in the air like a storm cloud, but Barcelona pulled away with a dominant 4-1 victory. The final whistle blew, and while Barcelona celebrated the win, YN couldn’t shake the feeling that the altercation had done something more than just distract her.

The locker room was buzzing with excitement, but YN’s head was somewhere else. As her teammates laughed and joked about their impressive scoreline, YN’s phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out, seeing a new comment from Aggie on one of her posts: a simple smirk emoji. It stung more than it should have.

Jana, noticing her quietness, raised an eyebrow. "You good?" she asked, as she threw on her shirt.

YN didn’t respond immediately. She stared at the screen of her phone. "She’s insufferable," YN muttered under her breath.

"I get it, but you need to let it go," Jana said softly. "We won the game, that’s what matters."

"I know," YN replied, trying to push the tension away. "But it's like she’s trying to get to me. It's not just the game, it’s everything—every comment, every match."

Aitana, who had been quietly lacing her boots, looked up with a knowing expression. "She's baiting you. Don’t take the bait. Focus on the next match. This is far from over."

As YN left the locker room, the weight of the first leg still lingered, but her teammates were right—there was more to come. The second leg was just around the corner, and Barcelona had the advantage with their 4-1 victory.

But as the bus ride to the hotel continued, all YN could think about was Aggie. How much longer would their rivalry last? And why, despite the animosity, did YN feel like there was something more there?

As the night settled in, YN found herself scrolling through her Instagram again, the same comment from Aggie staring back at her. Despite everything, there was a part of her that felt something other than irritation.

The second leg couldn’t come soon enough.

The second leg was set. Barcelona had an incredible 4-1 lead from the first match, but YN knew that Chelsea would come out strong. This wasn’t over. The tension had only escalated since the last time the two teams met, and YN could feel the heat of the rivalry burning through every practice, every comment on social media, and every glance on the pitch. Aggie was relentless. YN was equally so.

The match kicked off at Stamford Bridge, and it was clear that both teams were giving everything they had. The crowd was alive with energy as Barcelona and Chelsea battled for control. Aggie and YN were once again glued to each other, every moment of the match felt like it was filled with bad blood. However, Barcelona’s offense was too strong for Chelsea to handle, and by the end of the match, Barcelona won 4-1 again, securing a resounding 8-2 aggregate score.

While the team celebrated, YN couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling of unfinished business. The rivalry with Aggie still burned inside her, and she knew deep down that she wasn’t done with it yet. It wasn’t just about the game—it was about everything. The frustration, the jabs, the way Aggie seemed to get under her skin in ways no one else could.

As YN walked back to the locker room, she could see the Chelsea players, including Aggie, moving toward the exit. Aitana, always perceptive, noticed YN’s eyes lingering on Aggie and approached her with a determined look.

“You’re not going to keep stewing about this, are you?” Aitana asked.

YN just shook her head, letting out a frustrated breath. “It’s not over. I need to talk to her. I can’t let this go.”

Aitana looked at her friend with a serious expression. “Then you need to apologize. This thing, this fight—it’s not you. It’s bigger than just the game. But if you want to fix this, you have to make the first move.”

YN hesitated for a moment, then nodded, knowing Aitana was right. “Okay. I’ll go.”

After a few minutes, Aitana led YN down the hallway toward the Chelsea locker room, where Aggie was talking to her teammates, clearly frustrated but holding her composure. It was then that Keira Walsh, who had been a quiet but steady presence in the chaos, stepped up and grabbed Aggie by the arm.

“You need to go,” Keira said quietly, but with a sense of authority. “It’s time for you two to talk.”

Aggie’s eyes widened in confusion, but before she could say anything, Keira was already pulling her along.

“What the hell—?” Aggie started, but Keira didn’t let her finish. She walked her right into a quiet corridor, where YN and Aitana were waiting.

Aitana threw YN a knowing glance, and YN stepped forward. “Aggie,” she began, her voice sincere. “Look, I know we’ve been at each other’s throats, and I’m sorry. I don’t want this rivalry to be personal anymore.”

Aggie took a deep breath, her face softening slightly. “I get it,” she said. “I don’t want to hate you, YN. I don’t want this either. But… damn, you’ve made me want to kick your ass every single time we play.”

A small laugh escaped YN’s lips at that, but the tension was still palpable. They were both on edge, but there was something softer now, something real between them that neither could deny.

Before either of them could say anything else, Keira suddenly clapped her hands, a mischievous grin on her face. “Alright, girls, you’ve had your talk,” she said, practically dragging both of them towards the supply closet down the hallway. “Time to make sure you don’t run off and keep fighting.”

“What the hell are you doing?!” YN exclaimed, eyes wide as Keira pushed them both into the small, dimly lit room.

“Just talk it out. No distractions,” Keira said, as she closed the door behind them with a wicked grin. “You two clearly need to sort things out. No one leaves until you do.”

Before either could protest, the sound of footsteps faded away. They were alone.

For a moment, it was quiet. Both players stood there in silence, the weight of the situation suddenly hitting them. YN and Aggie, trapped in a small space, surrounded by cleaning supplies and boxes. They were close—too close—and neither was sure how to break the silence.

“You know this is ridiculous, right?” YN said, crossing her arms over her chest.

Aggie sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. “Yeah. It’s kind of embarrassing, to be honest. I don’t even know what we’re doing anymore.”

“Yeah, me neither,” YN admitted, shaking her head.

They were both standing a little too close, the air charged with tension that wasn’t quite as angry as it was before, but still thick with something neither of them could name.

“You think this is stupid?” Aggie asked, voice quiet. She was looking at YN now, something unspoken between them.

YN nodded slowly, her breath caught in her throat. “Yeah. But it’s hard to ignore when you’re constantly… in my face.”

The words hung between them, but there was something different in the air now. Instead of the biting insults, there was a strange understanding. Their rivalry had always been more than competition. Now, it felt like it was shifting into something they couldn’t control.

Before YN could say anything more, Aggie leaned in, closing the space between them with an intensity that took YN by surprise. The kiss came quickly—suddenly—but neither of them pulled back. It was raw, heated, and for the first time, it felt like the rivalry had finally found an outlet.

In the small supply closet, what started as a confrontation turned into a kiss neither could deny.

And just like that, the line between enemies and lovers blurred.

The small, dimly lit supply closet was silent except for the quiet breaths of both players. Aggie and YN, still close enough that their lips could practically taste the words they hadn’t yet spoken, were breathing heavily, their hearts racing. The kiss, sudden but inevitable, seemed to have no end in sight. It was as though they had been waiting for this moment all along, hiding behind a rivalry that had kept them apart for too long.

YN's hand found its way to Aggie's neck, pulling her in closer, feeling the heat of their bodies clash in a way neither of them had expected. Aggie, just as lost in the moment, slid her hands around YN's waist, tugging her even closer. The world outside of the closet seemed to disappear as their bodies and lips spoke a language neither of them had prepared for. The competitive edge they had built up between them for years slowly melted away, replaced by an undeniable pull.

They didn’t know how much time had passed, but every moment felt like it had been building up for an eternity. YN could feel the way Aggie's hands moved with a gentle urgency, and it was as if they were both finally letting go of everything that had kept them apart.

However, Aitana and Keira were just outside, leaning against the door, their eyes wide in amusement. They had initially intended to give the two players time to "discuss" their differences, but seeing how heated things were getting, they exchanged knowing looks.

"You think they're really talking it out?" Aitana whispered, grinning. Keira raised an eyebrow, folding her arms.

"I think they've said everything they need to say already," Keira replied with a smirk. "But let's make sure they don’t lock themselves in here forever."

Without another word, Keira gave the door a soft push. It creaked open, revealing the two footballers tangled in a passionate kiss. Aggie’s hands were buried in YN's hair, and YN was pressed so close to Aggie that it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

Aitana stifled a laugh, and Keira’s eyes widened, both of them clearly surprised but not entirely shocked. They’d known the tension between YN and Aggie had been simmering, but this? This was more than they had bargained for.

“Uhm… well, this is definitely… not what we expected,” Keira said, her voice breaking the charged silence.

Both Aggie and YN froze, their eyes snapping open in simultaneous shock. Their faces flushed with embarrassment as they quickly pulled away, standing awkwardly, trying to regain some semblance of composure.

“What the hell, Keira?” Aggie managed to say, her voice low but tinged with something else now. “What are you doing?”

“We were just checking if you two were ‘discussing,’” Keira responded, her voice teasing but with an undertone of amusement. Aitana, still grinning, nudged her friend.

“You know, I think they were discussing a lot more than just football,” Aitana said with a sly wink.

YN couldn’t help but laugh awkwardly, running a hand through her hair. “I… uh, we were just… well, it’s complicated.”

“You think?” Keira teased, smirking as she stepped back and opened the door fully, ushering both of them out into the hallway.

“I didn’t think we were going to walk in on that,” Aitana added, her laughter echoing as the tension in the room began to shift. The two players had gone from rivals to something else entirely, and the realization was still settling in.

Aggie and YN exchanged a glance, both of them smiling in spite of themselves. The heat between them was still present, but now, there was a new sense of understanding. No more fighting. No more competition. Just… whatever this was.

Keira, ever the instigator, looked at YN and Aggie with a knowing grin. “So, what’s next for you two?”

Aggie bit her lip, clearly still processing everything. “I think we’re going to need some time to figure it out. But I’m not going to lie… it’s definitely… different.”

YN nodded. “Yeah, a little too different for comfort.”

“But I think I’m okay with it,” Aggie said, her smile softening as she glanced at YN.

Aitana raised an eyebrow. “Well, as long as no one tries to kill each other next time you play, I think we’re all good.” Her teasing tone made the moment feel lighter, and YN chuckled, feeling the last of the tension between her and Aggie evaporate.

Keira smirked, clearly pleased with the turn of events. “I can’t believe we’re witnessing this. You two… from hating each other to this? What’s next?”

“We’ll figure it out,” YN said softly, her gaze lingering on Aggie. “One step at a time.”

Aitana gave them both a knowing look, her grin never faltering. “Good. Now go have that date, and no more hiding in supply closets, alright?”

As the group of players made their way out of the hallway, YN and Aggie lingered behind, still processing everything that had just happened. Their rivalry, their anger—it all seemed like a distant memory now, replaced by something new. Something neither of them had expected, but both of them couldn’t ignore.

And so, as the day ended, YN and Aggie found themselves walking side by side for the first time without animosity, without resentment. Whatever had started in that small supply closet had marked the beginning of something else entirely.

And neither of them could say what it was. But it was theirs.

The following evening, the chaos of the semifinals had calmed, but the whirlwind between YN and Aggie was far from over. The tension had shifted into something entirely new, and after what had happened in the supply closet, neither of them could pretend they weren’t intrigued by what was blossoming between them. What had once been fiery rivalry was now turning into something neither of them had anticipated.

YN sat in the lobby of her hotel, staring down at her phone in her hands. She’d managed to shake off the nerves, but they had returned the moment she received the text from Aggie earlier that day.

I’ll be at your hotel at 8. Be ready, no excuses.

A few hours later, she was standing in the lobby waiting, dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a loose top, but even in the simple outfit, she felt a rush of excitement—something was shifting in the air, and she was ready to see where it would take them.

She barely registered the sound of footsteps approaching until she heard a soft voice calling her name.

"YN."

Turning around, YN’s breath caught in her throat. Standing in front of her was Aggie, her blonde hair falling just right, her outfit more polished than usual but still effortlessly beautiful—she was wearing a sleek black dress, one that hugged her figure perfectly, paired with a leather jacket thrown over her shoulders.

"Hi," Aggie said softly, her voice warm. She smiled shyly, glancing at YN for a moment before looking down at her shoes, a rare moment of vulnerability flashing across her face. "You look… amazing."

YN grinned, feeling her own heart skip a beat. "You don’t look so bad yourself."

Aggie’s smile widened at that, and for a moment, it was as if everything outside of this moment didn’t matter. The last few days—the rivalry, the fight in the supply closet, the teasing from their teammates—it all seemed like distant memories. In front of YN now was a new Aggie, someone who was no longer a stranger, and yet, someone she was only beginning to understand.

"Ready?" Aggie asked, breaking the silence.

YN nodded, a little giddy but trying to play it cool. "Lead the way."

The two of them walked through the quiet streets of Barcelona as the sun dipped below the horizon, the city lights beginning to twinkle above them. The soft hum of the evening felt intimate, like the world had shrunk just for them.

Aggie led YN to a small, cozy restaurant tucked away on a side street. It wasn’t flashy or pretentious, but it had a warmth to it that made YN feel instantly at ease. It was a little Italian place, a nod to Aggie’s own heritage, and YN couldn’t help but feel a little touched that Aggie had chosen something so personal.

As they sat down at a small table in the corner, their conversation naturally flowed. They talked about their childhoods, what it was like growing up in different countries, and the struggles of balancing football with everything else in their lives. They shared laughs, small smiles, and even a few shy glances as their newfound connection began to bloom.

YN found herself relaxing into the date, feeling her walls come down. For once, there was no tension, no bitterness—just the warmth of a woman she was starting to see in a new light.

Aggie, on her part, was just as captivated by YN’s presence. Every time their eyes met, there was a certain energy between them, an understanding that they had been enemies for too long but were now something different. She was learning to appreciate YN in a way she never had before—away from the pitch, away from the competition.

"So," YN said, breaking the comfortable silence between them, "what happens now? I mean, after everything that’s happened… are we still pretending we hate each other?"

Aggie raised an eyebrow, leaning back in her chair, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. "Well, I don’t know about you, but I think I might be ready to start pretending I like you."

YN laughed, shaking her head. "You mean that?"

Aggie’s smirk softened, and for a brief moment, her eyes flickered with something deeper. "I think so. Honestly, I never thought I’d say it, but… I’m glad we’re here. I’m glad you’re here."

The sincerity in her voice caught YN off guard, and for the first time, she allowed herself to fully acknowledge the connection between them. The competitive edge, the rivalry, the fights—it all felt irrelevant now. In front of her was Aggie, a woman who, despite their differences, had shown her something new about herself.

"I’m glad too," YN murmured, her heart racing. She had no idea where this would go, but for once, she wasn’t afraid of it. "I never thought we’d end up here, but I’m glad we did."

Aggie smiled warmly at YN, her gaze lingering a little longer than usual. The air around them shifted again, and suddenly, the walls between them had crumbled entirely.

They spent the rest of the evening talking and laughing, enjoying the simplicity of being together. There was no pressure, no expectations—just the quiet comfort of two people finally allowing themselves to be vulnerable.

As the night came to a close, Aggie walked YN back to her hotel. They stood outside for a moment, the cool night air brushing against their skin.

"Well," YN said, trying to suppress a smile, "I guess this is goodnight then?"

Aggie nodded, a soft smile spreading across her face. "Yeah, I think it is."

And then, in an impulsive move, Aggie leaned in, pressing her lips gently to YN's cheek before pulling away, her cheeks flushed. "Thank you for tonight," she whispered.

YN, completely caught off guard, smiled softly, feeling a rush of warmth spread through her chest. "It was perfect."

As the cool night air surrounded them, Aggie turned to walk away, a slight smile still lingering on her face after the soft kiss to YN's cheek. But before she could take more than a few steps, she heard YN call her name.

"Aggie!" YN's voice was firm, but there was a vulnerability in it that made Aggie pause and turn around.

Aggie raised an eyebrow, wondering if something had shifted in the air once again. "Yeah?"

YN took a deep breath, her heart racing a little faster. She was suddenly aware of how much she had been holding back. The walls, the rivalry—everything that had kept them apart for so long—seemed so irrelevant now. She needed to take the plunge, needed to stop pretending that she wasn't feeling something real, something more than just competition.

Aggie looked at her, and for a moment, there was silence. Then YN took a step forward, closing the distance between them. Aggie's eyes widened slightly, but before she could speak, YN was right there in front of her, their gazes locking for a split second before YN moved in, their lips crashing together.

It was different this time—not tentative or shy, but full of the emotions they’d been hiding for so long. YN's hands found their way to Aggie's waist, pulling her closer, and Aggie responded with equal intensity, her arms winding around YN’s neck as they deepened the kiss. The world around them seemed to blur—there was no rivalry, no Chelsea and Barcelona, no fights or tension. Just them, the heat between them rising with every second, everything building to something they both knew they couldn’t deny.

The kiss was desperate, urgent, and it left both of them breathless when they finally broke apart, their foreheads resting against each other.

"God, I’ve wanted to do that for so long," YN muttered, still catching her breath.

Aggie laughed softly, her chest heaving with the same excitement. "You and me both."

She paused for a moment, looking into YN’s eyes with a look that was almost vulnerable, something she hadn’t shown before. "Are you sure about this?"

YN smiled, the uncertainty from before finally slipping away. "I’m sure."

Aggie chuckled softly, a glint of playfulness returning to her eyes. "Good. Because I’m not letting you go now."

Without another word, they kissed again, slower this time, savoring the closeness and the spark between them. It was no longer about proving something to each other—it was about this moment, the undeniable pull they shared.

As they pulled away again, this time lingering in the embrace, YN smiled softly.

"Stay," YN whispered.

Aggie hesitated for a brief moment but then nodded, her hands sliding up to cup YN's face as she leaned in for one more kiss before they continued walking into the hotel together, leaving the world outside to fade away.

The next morning, YN woke up with a soft smile on her face, still feeling the warmth of the previous night’s kiss lingering on her lips. She wasn’t sure what was happening between her and Aggie, but whatever it was, it felt right. She turned over to see Aggie still sound asleep beside her, her hair tousled and her breathing steady. YN couldn’t help but smile, her heart feeling light for the first time in a long while.

But that peace was quickly shattered by a loud, familiar knock on the door.

"YN! Time to wake up, we’ve got to go back to Barcelona!" Mapi’s voice rang through the door, followed by a few more knocks that were more insistent than necessary.

YN groaned, reluctantly pulling herself out of bed. The last thing she wanted was to deal with Mapi’s teasing—especially not when Aggie was still lying beside her. She glanced over at the bed, making sure Aggie was still asleep, then quietly tiptoed to the door to open it just a crack.

"Mapi, please… Give me five more minutes," YN mumbled, still half asleep.

Mapi, however, was having none of it. She pushed the door open wide, practically barging into the room. The instant her eyes landed on the bed, her eyes widened, and she stifled a laugh.

"Well, well, well," Mapi teased, her grin widening mischievously. "Look who’s been busy."

YN froze, her heart racing as she spun around to see Mapi standing in the doorway, a knowing smirk plastered across her face. She quickly turned back to Aggie, who was still snoozing peacefully, oblivious to Mapi’s intrusion.

"Mapi," YN hissed, her face flushed with embarrassment. "Not right now."

Mapi, however, wasn’t backing down. She leaned casually against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest as she watched YN squirm. "Oh no, I’m not going anywhere," Mapi teased. "I have to make sure this isn’t a dream."

"Seriously," YN groaned, her voice a mixture of annoyance and amusement. "You can’t just come barging in like this!"

"Oh, but I can," Mapi said, clearly enjoying herself. "You’ve been keeping secrets, YN. I thought you were the ‘good girl�� of the team."

YN sighed, her face now completely red. She really didn’t need Mapi digging into her right now, especially not with Aggie still in the bed. She gave Mapi an exaggerated look of frustration.

"Mapi, I swear to God, if you don’t get out, I’ll—"

But before YN could finish her threat, Mapi took one last look at the bed, raised an eyebrow, and walked out of the room, throwing a playful parting shot.

"Ingrid! Ingrid!" Mapi’s voice echoed down the hallway. "YN has a girl in her bed!"

YN’s eyes widened, and she sprinted toward the door, ready to shut it before Mapi could cause even more chaos. But of course, it was too late.

"Ingrid, you heard that right?" Mapi continued, her voice getting louder as she made her way down the hall. "YN's been hiding a girlfriend! Oh my God, this is so juicy! We have to talk about this later!"

By now, the entire Barcelona team had likely heard Mapi’s shouting, and YN could only imagine the teasing that was about to ensue. She quickly closed the door with an exaggerated sigh, locking it behind her.

Mapi’s voice rang out once more, this time in a playful shout from the hallway. "I’ll let everyone know what I saw—don’t worry, YN, I’ll make sure the whole team hears about your secret romance!"

YN groaned and walked back to the bed, where Aggie was still sleeping peacefully, completely oblivious to the storm that had just erupted outside the room. YN sat down on the edge of the bed, rubbing her face in embarrassment.

"Great," she muttered. "Now the whole team’s going to know."

Aggie stirred in the bed, blinking her eyes open. She stretched and yawned, and when she finally saw YN’s flushed face, she raised an eyebrow.

"Everything okay?" Aggie asked, clearly still groggy from sleep.

"Well, Mapi just told the entire team that I’ve got a girl in my bed," YN replied, her voice filled with mock frustration.

Aggie’s lips curled into a grin. "Wait, what? That’s hilarious. You know, I think your team’s going to have a lot of questions for you now."

YN gave her a look, but then her face softened, and she leaned in to kiss Aggie on the forehead. "I don’t care what they think. But maybe we should get out of here before Mapi comes back with more gossip."

Aggie chuckled, then pulled YN closer. "Yeah, let’s do that. But after everything, I’m still glad we’re doing this."

YN smiled, her heart fluttering. "Me too."

As they got ready to leave the room, YN couldn’t help but feel a little grateful for Mapi’s teasing, even if it had been embarrassing. It had made the situation feel real, like everything between her and Aggie was no longer a secret.

And as they walked out of the hotel room, YN knew that whatever happened next, the Barcelona team—and probably the rest of the football world—was about to find out that YN wasn’t just a competitor on the pitch, but a woman in love.

YN stood at the entrance of the hotel, her team already gathered and ready to leave. The energy was mixed—some were excited for the upcoming games, others were already chatting about the next training session. YN, however, was distracted, her mind not entirely on the trip back to Barcelona. Her thoughts kept drifting back to Aggie.

She glanced over her shoulder and saw Aggie standing at the door, her hands shoved into the pockets of her jacket. The sight made YN’s heart skip a beat. The whole situation felt surreal—less than a day ago, they’d been enemies, and now here they were, barely able to keep their hands off each other.

"YN," Mapi’s voice cut through the air, and YN turned to see her friend grinning widely, clearly ready to tease her more. "The team’s waiting."

"Yeah, I know," YN said, trying to keep the smile off her face. She took one more look at Aggie, who was still standing there, watching her with those soft, knowing eyes.

Just as YN turned to walk toward the bus, she felt a sudden hand on her arm, pulling her back.

"YN!" Aggie called out softly, her voice making YN’s stomach flip.

She stopped, turning slowly, only to find Aggie right in front of her. The world around them seemed to fade into the background as Aggie cupped YN’s face with both hands.

"I just wanted to say goodbye properly," Aggie said quietly, her eyes filled with a mixture of affection and something deeper, something more real than the rivalry they’d once shared.

Before YN could respond, Aggie leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss. It was slow, tender, and completely unbothered by the chaos happening around them. In that moment, nothing mattered but the two of them.

The kiss was soft, but it lingered, both of them savoring the moment before they had to part ways. YN’s heart raced, her hands finding their way to Aggie’s waist, pulling her closer. She felt the warmth of Aggie’s body against hers, the passion and sincerity of the kiss making her forget the world around them.

But as they finally pulled away, reality hit. The Barcelona team, who had been watching from the windows of the bus, erupted into loud, exaggerated whistles and cheers.

"Oh my God!" Ingrid shouted from inside the bus. "YN’s got herself a girlfriend!"

Mapi, standing nearby, grinned wickedly. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun to tease you about."

YN rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the grin that tugged at her lips. She glanced back at Aggie, who was now smirking, clearly enjoying the teasing from her side as much as YN was on hers.

"Well," Aggie said with a playful wink, "I guess this is it for now."

YN nodded, still grinning. "I’ll see you soon."

With one last lingering kiss on the cheek, Aggie stepped back, giving YN the space to climb onto the bus. As she did, the entire team inside greeted her with exaggerated gasps, winks, and even a few catcalls. The teasing was relentless, but YN didn’t mind one bit. She knew exactly what she wanted, and this moment felt like the beginning of something new.

As the bus doors closed, YN settled into her seat, her heart still racing. She caught sight of Mapi across the aisle, who shot her a knowing look.

"So, is that your girlfriend now?" Mapi asked with a smirk.

"Yes," YN answered confidently, not bothering to hide the smile on her face. "And I’m proud of it."

The team around her erupted into laughter and more teasing, but YN didn’t care. She was no longer the girl caught up in a rivalry—she was someone who had found something real, something worth fighting for.

As the bus pulled away from the hotel, heading toward the airport, YN looked out the window at Aggie one last time. Their eyes met, and Aggie gave her a little wave. YN smiled back, feeling a sense of peace she hadn’t expected to find.

This was just the beginning.

[pelova4president]

Green looks good on you

Aggie Beever-Jones x Reader

summary~ You’ve been friends with Aggie for as long as you can remember. You just don’t know when you started to catch feelings. Aggie keeps giving you mixed signals and it’s driving you insane. Will she finally confess her feelings with the help of her teammates?

Aggie has been your bestfriend since preschool. You were inseparable since the day you met her. Aggie wasn’t like all the others girls in your class. The blonde girl was funny and witty, just like you. It clicked immediately and you became bestfriends.

Aggie loved football and so, as the supportive little friend you were you would go and play with her. You weren’t really good and hardly any real competition for her but she enjoyed it anyway.

In school she would go up to the boys and ask if she could play with them. The first few times they told her no and she’d accepted that. But you were angry, they couldn’t just exclude Aggie like that.

You were standing behind your bestfriend and Aggie asked them again if she could play along and yet again they told her no. You don’t know where you’ve gotten the courage from but you walked towards the boy talking and pushed him.

“You can’t tell her no! You’re just scared she’ll beat you!” you yelled, your little eyebrows furrowed in rage.

Aggie smiled at your outburst but as some of the boys were walking towards you she got into action. She took you by your arm and signalled for you to leave.

“No Ags, i’m not leaving. They’re mean to you and you should play too!” you told her, still staring at the annoying boys infront of you.

“Fine, Aggie can play with us.” the tallest boy of the bunch said. A few boys groaned but agreed anyway.

When Aggie was able to play with the boys you didn’t have to play with her anymore. You didn’t have to stand in goal and act like a keeper even though you’d dodge every ball. You didn’t have to come home with grass stains all over your clothes because Aggie wanted to practice sliding and tackling.

You were her cheerleader on the sidelines and every time she’d score she gave you a big smile as celebration.

It wasn’t long until Aggie got to play for a real football team. Every sunday you got out of bed early, ready to go and see your bestfriend play. Her parents would drive to your house to pick you up and go straight to her club.

The first few times you did watch, but sometimes you were a bit bored and started picking flowers and made a necklace out of them. When Aggie was done she’d come up to you and you’d hand her your selfmade necklace. The two of you would act like she’d just won the World Cup and couldn’t shut up about it the whole ride home.

At the age of eight Aggie got scouted. You were over the moon for her. She deserved it but it meant you’d get less time with her. But it was her dream and that was all that mattered to you.

You still got plenty of time with her and you got to see her play every weekend. She was still she same Aggie but there were more feeling involved.

When Aggie got into the older age groups it scared you a little. It wasn’t all about the older girls that could hurt Aggie in a game but there was also more competition for you. You were scared of losing your bestfriend. She was talking about all those girls you didn’t know like they were her bestfriends. Those girls were so so pretty, you couldn’t compete.

When you were fifteen you finally realised it, you had a crush on your bestfriend. You had a crush on Aggie Beever-Jones.

At first you hated it, you even cried to your mom about it. It wasn’t so much the fact that you liked girls, it was the fact that you liked Aggie that bothered you so much. You just didn’t want to ruin your friendship. Aggie was everything to you.

It wasn’t really a surprise to your mom. She saw it coming but she hated to see you so sad.

“Why don’t you just tell her how you feel, she would never be angry or mad at you, love” your mom advised you.

“I just don’t want to lose her. She’ll be weirded out by me.” you groaned into her shoulder.

“Aggie would never be weirded out by you and i think you know that sweetheart.” she kissed your forehead.

But you couldn’t tell her, it would ruin your friendship.

There were times that you thought Aggie was giving you hints. She got more touchy than she normally was and more jealous whenever you talked about another friend of yours.

“Aggie are you jealous?” you asked her with a slight smile.

“No, i’m not jealous.” she told you coldly.

“She’s not my bestfriend, you are.” you’d assure her.

Aggie would groan and mumble a bit, “That’s not what i’m worried about.”.

Her football career and personal life melted into one when she signed her first contract. Football was her life now and she’d have to find a way to find a good balance.

Aggie took you with her to party’s and dinners of her Chelsea teammates and you knew most of them by then. Aggie had told you about most of them in detail so you wouldn’t be so nervous to meet them. And luckily they were nicer than you would’ve thought.

You don’t know why - maybe it was because Aggie took you everywhere with her, or the way you looked at each other, or how she would hold you, or how she talked about you - but every teammate of Aggie assumed you were dating, so when Aggie told them the two of you weren’t dating they were a bit surprised.

“How long have you been together anyway?” Millie Bright asked when you told her about your childhood together.

You looked panicked and didn’t answer. But Aggie did. “Oh we’re not together Mil. Just friends..” she smiled.

“Huh wait- you two are just friends?” a very loud Scottish accent almost yelled.

This time you answered, “Yeah.. just bestfriends.” you smiled politely.

Millie and Erin found each other after dinner and planned something. They just couldn’t fathom how the two of you weren’t together already. You obviously liked each other and Aggie only talked about you. And you went beyond red every time Aggie smiled at you or gave you a compliment.

Zećira interrupted the two friends to see what they were talking about and when she heard what the subject of conversation was she had to be in on it. The keeper waved Niamh over and they had it all planned out. As proud as they were of their little plan they couldn’t have you find out.

“So you’re single right?” Zećira asked you.

You nodded as you felt half of the Chelsea team’s eyes on you. You got red as a tomato as the following words fell out of Zećira mouth.

“So you’re down to date. Niamh here is single too. The two of you would make a perfect couple, don’t you think Aggie?” she grinned.

Aggie rolled her eyes, “hmm, yeah” she put on a fake smile.

Niamh was on you all evening. If she wasn’t near you on the dance floor and talking you up, she was getting you a drink.

“You look absolutely stunning.” the temporary captain whispered in your ear.

A dark blush rose to your cheeks and you thanked her. “You don’t look bad yourself.” you told her.

Aggie saw everything and without really noticing it she was holding her glass a lot tighter than necessary.

“They look good together, don’t ya think?” Erin asked the jealous forward.

“No, they don’t” Aggie flatly said.

Erin laughed at that. She had seen the way Aggie was keeping an eye on you all evening and she’d be lying is she’d say she didn’t atleast enjoy annoying Aggie a little bit. It was funny seeing her so jealous when she would never admit her feelings for you.

“Look i get it mate, you like her. But she likes you too. Just go and tell her.” Erin told you. Aggie shook her head.

“Beever-fucking-Jones, grow some balls man. She’s been eyeing you up all evening and you’ve been undressing her in your mind too. Get your fucking girl mate.” Erin was done with all this bullshit. She pushed Aggie off her chair and towards you. The Scottish player signalled for Niamh to walk away.

Aggie was nervous to talk to you. She didn’t want to ruin your friendship either.

“Hey, can i speak to you please.” you nodded. “I mean like, outside or something.” she corrected.

You walked towards the little garden with her. You could still see the inside of the bar with all the girls inside.

“I’m just gonna say this because i don’t want you to date Niamh. Or anyone else for that matter.” Aggie sighed.

“I really like you. Not just as a friend or bestfriend but like really really like you. I love you, i’ve loved you since.. i don’t even know when and i really really would love to make you my girlfriend.” Aggie said the last bit with her head down.

You took her hand into yours, rubbing over her palms. “Ag, i would really really love to be your girlfriend.” you grinned.

“It did take you a long time though but i’m glad you finally made a move Beever-Jones.” you laughed.

Aggie gasped. “You could’ve made a move too!” she defended herself.

So you made the next move. You kissed her, like you’ve wanted to all those years.

“AGGIE HAS A WAG!” you heard a familiar Scottish player scream.

“Does your team really have come with you?” you asked her.

“Yep, it’s a package deal.”

[dqrciedaily]

day in the life, abj

a/n: first fic! also i know aggie didn’t play in the derby but i’m ignoring that x

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“morning everyone welcome back to my channel! today i’m finally going to be doing a day in the life after so many requests to do one!”

at fourteen you started a youtube channel just like all your other friends, making random slime videos and gymnastics tutorials with your cousins. which later turned into a channel with over four hundred thousand subscribers.

the gymnastics tutorials and slime videos long gone but now were replaced by vlogs, get ready with mes and q&as.

as of late the vlogs had some cameos of the blonde girl in the background but the two of you had never explicitly mentioned that you were dating.

the city stirred with the promise of a new day as y/n woke to the gentle rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains. beside her, aggie lay in peaceful slumber, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with each breath. y/n couldn't help but admire the beauty of her girlfriend, her heart swelling with affection.

the camera was already set up and ready to go catching the intimate women between the two lovers.

with a soft smile y/n leaned in to press a tender kiss to aggie’s forehead, eliciting a soft murmur of contentment from her lover. "good morning baby," y/n whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair from aggie’s face.

aggie stirred, her eyes fluttering open to meet y/n’s gaze, a warm smile spreading across her lips. today was special, not just because it was their nine month anniversary, but because they had both decided it was time to officially hard launch their relationship.

after breakfast prepared by y/n, the two set out for a morning stroll through the streets of london. y/n mindlessly spoke to the camera, capturing every moment of their walk, the way aggie's laughter echoed through the streets, the way their fingers intertwined as they walked, the way they stole glances at each other when they thought no one was looking.

after a quick pit stop at the farmers market the duo trudged back to their shared home carrying the heavy paper bags. their second stop of the day was aggie's football match, a london derby at stamford bridge, y/n had been eagerly anticipating for weeks. with her camera rolling, y/n cheered from the stands, her voice heard above the roar of the crowd as aggie showcased her skills.

with each goal chelsea scored, y/n’s pride swelled, her heart bursting with admiration for her talented girlfriend. and when the final whistle blew, signaling chelsea’s victory, y/n couldn't contain her excitement, rushing down to the barriers waiting for aggie so she could wrap aggie in a tight embrace, her camera capturing the raw emotion of the moment.

after the match, aggie and y/n retreated to their apartment, where they indulged in a homemade meal. as they sat across from each other at the table, their conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by laughter and shared memories. the moment was featured in the video with soft music over it.

with their hearts full, aggie and y/n settled in on the couch, snuggled up beneath a blanket as they watched their favorite movie. with y/n’s camera capturing their every shared glance and whispered conversation, they lost themselves in the comfort of each other's company, the outside world fading into the background.

as the night wore on and the credits rolled, aggie and y/n found themselves reluctant to leave the warmth of the couch. but eventually, exhaustion crept in, and they made their way to bed, where they curled up together beneath the covers, their bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle.

quiet mumbles of goodbyes and thanks for watchings finished off the vlog as in the quiet stillness of the night, aggie and y/n found solace in each other's arms, their breathing syncing in perfect harmony.

[gunnerfc]

First Time | Aggie Beever-Jones x Chelsea!Reader (18+)

Summary: Your first time with Aggie [fluffy smut]

Warning: fingering (aggie receiving), oral (r receiving), aggie calling r ‘princess’, r calling aggie 'baby', nervousness

WC: 1.7K

AN: saw a clip of Aggie from some event on twitter a few days ago and her outfit had me like 🧎

You giggled as you walked down the hall toward your apartment, your hand intertwined with Aggie’s as you swung them between you. You had been out with your teammates celebrating your latest win, all of you excited about advancing further in the Champions League. You only had one drink but your happiness stems from being able to finally spend time with your girlfriend. 

The entire team had been so focused on winning this game that trainings were harder and longer which meant less time to spend with Aggie. There was something different about tonight though, she had been so touchy with you the whole time you were at the bar. You had recently talked about taking the next step in your relationship but with your hectic schedules, you hadn't gotten the chance.

When you reached your door, you let go of Aggie’s hand to unlock your door. You turned to lean your back against the door frame after pushing the door open. “Do you wanna stay,” you mumbled, hoping the forward would say yes. 

Aggie took a step closer to you, a small smile on her face as she placed her hands on your cheeks. “You want me to stay,” she teasingly asked before leaning in for a kiss. This kiss felt different than any other kiss you two have shared. The two of you have made out plenty of times before but something about this kiss had something more to it.

Your lips moved against hers, neither of you trying to overpower the other and taking your time. Without looking, you pushed yourself off the door frame to guide the both of you into your apartment, your lips never leaving Aggie’s. Your hands roamed each other’s bodies, pulling at each other’s clothes. 

You tried to navigate around your apartment while walking backward and being preoccupied, but luck wasn’t on your side when the back of your foot hit the end table next to the couch. You tripped backward, forcing your mouth off Aggie’s as you almost fell. Aggie quickly caught you before you could hit the ground, both of you started giggling as Aggie helped you stand up. 

“I knew you loved me, princess. You didn’t have to actually fall for me,” the blonde teased as her arms wrapped around your waist. You playfully rolled your eyes at her words before your arms moved to wrap around her neck.

“I couldn’t help myself,” you joked as your fingers trailed up and down the back of her neck. Aggie laughed softly before you two were in silence, eyes locked with each other with looks of love for the other gracing your features. 

Aggie pulled you into another kiss, this one quicker than the first before pulling away to guide you toward your bedroom. You let the blonde lead the way, your breathing starting to pick up in anticipation. You knew you wanted to take this step with Aggie, knowing it was going to make your relationship even better. 

Once you were in your room, you both took your time undressing. Neither of you wanted to rush anything that was about to happen. After you were both undressed, your eyes dipped down as you took in your girlfriend’s body. You took a deep breath before you made eye contact with the forward and you could tell she did the same thing based on the smirk on her face.

Aggie took a step closer to you, your bodies flush against each other. You could feel your heart hammering against your chest and you were sure Aggie could tell how fast it was beating as well. “Are you sure, princess,” the forward cooed as her hands once again held your face. Aggie’s thumbs rubbed your cheeks softly as she waited for you to answer. 

“Yeah,” you nodded, a smile on your face. Aggie matched your smile as she pulled you into a deep kiss. You let her lead the way, wanting her to dictate how things went tonight. While your lips moved against each other, Aggie guided you toward your bed, letting lay down comfortably before her body was on top of yours. 

You felt a low moan creeping out as her chest was flushed with yours, applying a small amount of pressure to your hardening nipples. You felt yourself grow wetter in anticipation, needing your girlfriend to give you a release. Aggie could sense you needed more and didn’t want to keep you waiting. 

The forward pulled back from your lips to trail kisses down your jaw and neck. She paused at the side of your neck, nipping at the skin to leave love bites in her wake. You didn’t hold back your moan this time, letting a quiet moan slip from your lips at the feeling of her lips against your skin. Aggie smirked against your skin at the sounds you made before continuing down your body, leaving small marks as she went down.

When the blonde got to your hips, she left a trail of kisses from one hip to the other. You brought one of your hands to tangle in her hair, attempting to push her further down. Aggie pulled away from your body slightly to look up at you through her eyelashes, you locked eyes with her which earned you a small smirk. Your head fell back against your pillows at the sight of your girlfriend almost between your legs.

Aggie gave one of your hips one last kiss before moving until she was face to face with where you needed her most. Aggie could see how wet you were once she was there, her smirk never leaving her face. The blonde blew lightly on your cunt, the sensation pulled a louder moan from your throat. Your breath stuttered at the feeling as your hips rolled lightly. 

Aggie moved her hands to hold your hips down as she placed a light kiss to your clit. You were non-stop moaning now, the build-up was affecting you greatly. Aggie placed another kiss to the sensitive bud before taking it into her mouth, sucking on it softly. Your back arched at the feeling as the hand in her blonde hair tightened. Aggie sucked on your clit for a few seconds before pulling back with a small ‘pop.’

Aggie tilted her head down slightly to run her tongue through your folds, moaning lightly against you as she tasted you for the first time. Your breathing had picked up significantly now as your head was tilted back against your pillows. The forward took her time, pulling you closer to the edge one lick at a time. You rolled your hips against her mouth, helping to bring yourself closer to coming. Aggie’s grip on your hips tightened some as she continued eating you out, your loud moans echoed off your bedroom walls.

“I’m so close, baby. Please,” you begged, so close to letting go. Aggie’s mouth sped up, her nose bumping your clit with each movement which added to your pleasure. 

Your back arched further off the bed as your orgasm hit, loud moans spilling from your mouth. Aggie didn’t let up as you came all over her mouth, helping you ride your high. You whine at the overstimulation, using the hand in her hair to pull her head back some. Aggie let you pull her hair, her lips and chin were glistening in the moonlight coming in from your window. 

You stare up at the ceiling as you catch your breath. Aggie kissed back up your body before pulling you into a quick kiss, both of you moaning at the taste of you on her mouth. “You okay, princess,” Aggie cooed against your lips after pulling away. 

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak at that moment. Aggie smiled at your reaction, you hadn’t looked at her yet so you missed the look of love in her eyes. You took a breath before tilting your head down to lock eyes with your girlfriend. You used the hand that was still in her hair to pull her down into a searing kiss, and it was Aggie’s turn to moan loudly. While your lips worked against hers, you trailed your other hand down her torso. 

Aggie was using her arms to prop herself over you and when she felt your hand drawing closer to her soaking cunt, her arms buckled slightly. She quickly locked her arms again to keep herself from falling on you as your hand reached where she needed you most. 

Aggie moaned against your lips when your fingers brushed her clit, her breathing picked up slightly. When two of your fingers ran through her folds, she pulled away from your lips as a louder moan echoed off the walls. Her forehead met yours and her eyes were screwed shut when your two fingers pushed into her. You moved your fingers in and out of her slowly, letting her get familiar with having your fingers inside her.

Your hand sped up some as you heard her whispering ‘please’ repeatedly, already so close to coming after she made you cum. The palm of your hand brushed against her clit as your thrust into her which added to her pleasure. After a few more thrusts of your fingers, Aggie came around them with a loud gasp. 

You slowed your fingers some to help ride her high before pulling them out of her completely. Aggie whined lightly at the loss of contact, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. The blonde could feel her arms growing weaker and moved herself to your side before she fell on you. It was her turn to stare at the ceiling as you rolled your side, propping your head up on your arm.

“Good, baby,” you swooned, one of your fingers tracing random circles on her stomach. Aggie let a breathy laugh before turning her head to face you.

“So good, princess,” the blonde sent you a bright smile and the grin on your face matched hers. You leaned over to give her one more quick kiss before you cuddled into her side. 

Aggie’s arm wrapped around your shoulder while yours held her waist. You could feel the love radiating off the blonde as she held you and you felt your skin heat up. You knew taking this step with Aggie would improve your relationship but now that you’ve had sex, you weren’t sure how long you would be able to go before it happened again. 

[luellasplanet]

opposite’s attract. (aggie beever-jones)

word count: 1.9k

i think i changed the tense in this about ten times so let’s ignore that shall we x

aggie and y/n were never ever seen without each other. the duo were so similar yet so different. people often wondered how they became such good friends and later on girlfriends.

aggie was always with the boys at lunch time, jumping in the mud and leaves, creating an absolute mess of her uniform and overall being a total pain to the teachers, who were always shouting at her to behave herself.

whereas y/n was softer spoken than aggie, rather preferring to sit under the trees during lunch and talk about what she was going to do at netball later on that day or preferring to have her head stuck in a book and her head in the clouds.

the duo met on one random thursday in year three, aggie watched on from behind one of the trees as y/n gave into one of the year sevens who wanted her lunch. passing along the sandwich and chocolate bar with ease. the girls were easily a good half a foot taller than the year three so they towered over poor y/n.

from that day forward aggie vowed to be y/n’s knight in slightly muddy armour, always keeping an eye on her at lunch if she was by herself. forever standing up for y/n if someone was bullying her.

21 DECEMBER 2014

“aggie no! you wouldn’t!” the shorter girl was currently being pinned down to the bed as aggie threatened to pour the glass of water on her.

aggie was insistent that y/n had to be her defender for her in the garden, so that she could practise her shots. it was pissing down with rain and there was simply not a chance in hell that y/n would be getting sick this close to christmas.

y/n’s screaming and laughter had alerted aggie’s mother as she peered into the doorway. “aggie get off poor y/n right now.” the woman always had a soft spot for y/n, she was practically her third child after all.

grumbling under her breath, aggie flopped to the side and off of y/n, placing the glass down next to her. “dinner will be ready in five! come and set the table please.”

despite their differences in the sport they liked what the two had in common however, was their shared love for food. the duo raced down the stairs eager to eat supper.

after a more than filling meal and a very intense game of footsie under the table, tiredness starting to settle into their systems, a movie in front of the fireplace was just what was needed.

the four beever-jones’ and the honorary beever-jones all settled underneath various blankets and cushions on the two couches and love seat.

fire crackling softly, lighting the entire room is a soft orange hue while an old christmas movie played on the tv.

19 MAY 2017

today should’ve been one of the best days in y/n’s netball career, but instead after arriving at the wrong netball courts, then her team losing three out of four matches and her not being able to shoot more than five goals into the net, she was simply done with everyone and everything.

not a single word was spoken in the car on the way back to the y/l/n house, the only thing that could be heard was the soft buzz of the radio and the sound of other cars on the highway.

there was simply nothing anyone could say to make her feel better. seven months of training, for the biggest u14 netball competition, down the drain in a couple of hours was the most soul crushing experience for a fourteen year old.

the orange and pink uniform was digging into her shoulders and the seventh place certificate was placed haphazardly on the seat next to her.

y/n’s older brother tried to make a small joke but seeing the glint in her eyes he shut up immediately as he didn’t want to upset his sister even more.

the car ride was half an hour but it felt like an eternity. time didn’t feel real for y/n as she exited the car and grabbed her bag from the trunk.

taking refuge in her room when she got home, all she wanted right now was to have a nap and suddenly realise this was all a sick dream and she would wake up and all would be fine. but it wasn’t a sick dream it was a reality that she would have to face sooner or later.

loud footsteps could be heard from the staircase before her room door was roughly shoved open. “there’s my favourite netball star!” the sob that followed shortly after erased the smile from aggie’s face very quickly.

clearly no one had told her how the tournament had gone.

one look at y/n’s tear stained face and wobbly lip was the only thing that aggie needed to see before she dropped her sleepover bag on the floor and jumped onto the bed next to y/n.

“i messed up everything aggie, i’ve never seen my coach so upset with me in her entire life! i couldn’t even shoot properly and i kept getting blown for contact and stepping and-” aggie’s soothing hand on her back quickly stopped your rants. although your words were muffled because your face was smothered by the fluffy pillows, she could still make out how upset you were.

“oh y/n/n, i’m sure no one is upset with you, it’s only one tournament. i’m sure no one will remember this in a few months.” an idea struck to mind and with a teasing smile plastered on her face, aggie whispered to y/n “and besides you’ve been so busy crying you haven’t even noticed i’m sitting on your bed in my sweaty and muddy footy clothes!”

your head shot up immediately to notice that aggie was indeed sitting on your bed in her football clothes. it was tradition every saturday the two had a sleepover, rotating every week who’s house they would sleep at. “agh go shower you dickhead.”

placing a hand on her heart aggie placed a faux look of hurt on her face “you wound me y/n/n, you really do.” before getting up and going to the bathroom. where of course you had already laid out a fresh towel for aggie to use.

30 DECEMBER 2019

you had long grown out of her timid phase and was now the confident young woman your parents always told you she had to be.

your sixteenth birthday party was hopefully going to be the highlight of the entire christmas break, well besides christmas itself.

a rooftop party where none of your siblings would be present and no parents in sight sounded like the perfect idea to get a little drunk. (spoiler it wasn’t a little)

music blared out of the speaker, the base from the speakers sent shivers up everyone’s spines as they all mindlessly danced. after maybe four too many shots and a whole lot of encouragement from some out of school friends, y/n found herself in between a whole lot of sweaty bodies swaying and jumping to the music.

“i’m just heading to the bathroom quickly, i don’t feel too good.” you said to no one in particular before rushing off the dance floor and into the bathroom. the music in there was much softer and more calming, which helped with the upcoming headache forming behind your eyes.

barely managing to run into the nearest bathroom stall, back slumped against the wall as your hands gripped the porcelain toilet seat. trying to control your breathing and gain back the ability to see straight.

“y/n open the bloody door, right now!” aggie’s urgent voice and fist rattling hard against the wooden door increased the banging sensation in your head. blindly reaching up towards the lock of the door, you barely managed to turn the lock in order to let aggie into the small bathroom stall.

muttering a few curse words under her breath, aggie let herself into the bathroom before closing and locking the door behind her. bending down to your eye level. “who are you? i’m not sure my girlfriend would like it if she knew i was in a bathroom stall with a stranger you know…” y/n’s vision was blurred so she couldn’t quite see that it was her so called ‘girlfriend’ next to her.

“your girlfriend mm, now who would that be?” teasing tone very evident in aggie’s voice, but of course that completely washed over y/n’s head as another wave of nausea hit.

even with your head over the toilet seat and tears prickling in the corner of your eyes you still managed to mutter out how much you loved aggie and how extremely mad your dad would be if he saw you like this.

but of course this small interaction between the two of you would not be remembered in the morning, or how you had made it home in one piece after the night's events.

you didn’t remember how aggie had to keep her arm tightly around you as the two of you walked (stumbled) across the pebble stone sidewalk, how aggie’s jacket was draped over your shoulders and most of all when aggie dropped you off at your front door. the lingering kiss that you left on the corner of aggie’s mouth which sent butterflies into the blonde’s stomach.

CURRENT DAY

all those little memories were often reminisced at family dinners with both beever-jones and y/l/n family members present.

or in hushed conversations as the sunlight started to set on the bustling city of london, soft conversations about anything new or old as the room slowly began to lighten. rustling of freshly washed sheets and quiet laughter, before feet padding against the wooden floors and music could be heard.

the sounds of the frying pan sizzling with butter and the shower being turned on full blast.

y/n and aggie worked in perfect harmony, knowing each other's schedules like the back of their hands. you were fortunate enough to have an extra twenty minutes at home before you had to leave. which meant that you assisted aggie’s getting ready.

making sure the blonde had her protein shake prepped and ready, as well as making sure that her kit bag was clean and organised.

it was simply the little things that y/n did for aggie that meant the most to her. aggie would always press a lingering kiss to your lips before leaving the apartment, never forgetting to say “bye, i love you, see you later!” before she left.

then when the two of you got home later that evening, after giving the house a bit of TLC and aggie preparing dinner for them both. you would both settle down on the couch with a fluffy blanket draped over your legs.

a movie or series on in the background as the light from the tv, light the room in a soft hue of different colours. although the routine may seem boring and tedious to some, aggie and y/n wouldn’t have changed anything for the world.

the random saturday night dates, shopping on a wednesday or thursday, offering to pet sit y/n’s brother’s dogs when he was out of town and even the late night walks hand in hand to whatever destination their legs took them.

simply just y/n and aggie against the world, forever and always.

[wosospacegirl]

Aggie is soooooo boyfriend and I love it !!!

she looks really good in that pic btw 🤌🏻

I know your ask was innocent, but oh, it made me have some thoughts about boyfriend!aggie smut

Update: You can read it here

[pitchsidestories]

we've got you II Lionesses x Teen!Reader

romantic masterlist | platonic masterlist | word count: 1164

summary: Reader makes her debut for the Lionesses, scoring a goal in her very first match while quietly battling her anxiety. requested

author's note: Hi, we hope you enjoy this fanfic—it touches on a topic that’s very close to our hearts. Thank you for reading, and we hope it resonates with you as much as it did with us while writing it.🤍🤍

disclaimer: everything in this fanfiction is purely fictional and nothing corresponds to reality.

"Y/n? It’s time to go.”, Mary Earps called softly, knocking gently on the door where you were hiding behind it.

"I'm coming.”, you replied quickly, though your body refused to move. Anxiety twisted in your chest, your thoughts racing in a relentless cycle. Each one was worse than the last, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest, your palms growing clammy.

The door swung open, and Lucy Bronze stepped in, her eyes expectant. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she glanced at you: "What are you waiting for, kiddo?"

"I—.”, you started, but the words caught in your throat as Millie Bright stepped forward, interrupting you.

She gave you a reassuring smile, her voice warm and steady. "We got you, okay? There’s nothing to be scared of. Just pretend it’s like training."

"But it's not. What if I let the team down? Maybe I’m not worthy of Sarina’s trust.", you voiced your fears, swallowing hard as they lodged in your throat.

Leah Williamson, her face as serious as ever, stepped forward: "We win as a team, and we lose as a team. It’s going to be fine."

"Exactly.”, Mary added with a nod of assurance.

You lifted your eyes, awe and gratitude filling you. Their words, their support, lifted the heaviness from your shoulders: "I know, I do, and you girls are all so sweet."

"There’s no 'but'. You earned it.”, Lucy said firmly, her voice full of conviction.

Feeling the weight of her words, you whispered, standing a little taller: "Thank you."

"Let’s go, star girl.”, Mary cheered, a playful glint in her eyes.

Alessia gave you an encouraging tap on the shoulder: "You got this. We’ll help you."

Leah ruffled your hair affectionately: "Yes, you can count on us."

And in that moment, you realised—there was no more hiding. It was time to step onto the pitch and play.

Once the game began, there was no time to overthink. Instead, you found yourself swept up in the rhythm of the match, moving with the flow just like the rest of your teammates. In the midst of a perfect link-up play, you found yourself in front of the goal. With a quick, confident shot, the ball soared gracefully into the net.

You threw your arms up in celebration, but before you could take it all in, you were surrounded by your teammates, their joy infectious as they engulfed you in a team hug.

"Debut and a goal! You’re insane, Y/n!", Ella Toone shouted excitedly into your ear, her voice barely audible over the roar of the fans celebrating.

With a chuckle, you gasped out: “Ella, please, don’t strangle me."

As soon as you managed to wrestle yourself out of Ellas hug, Mary appeared behind you.

“Yes! Leave some for the rest of us, Tooney.”, she grinned, wrapping her arms around your waist and squeezing tightly.

You groaned until the goalkeeper finally set you down again.

“It still feels unreal.”, you said, more to yourself than to anyone in particular, your gaze drifting across the stands with celebrating Lionesses fans.

“Congrats, Y/n.”, Keira smiled shyly, giving you a high-five.

“Hey, I need to congratulate you too.”, you laughed, pulling her into a quick hug.

Keira chuckled: “Oh please, took me only 83 tries.”

“To be fair, your first shot, the one that hit the post, was even better, but a goal is a goal.”, you shrugged.

The midfielder playfully rolled her eyes and turned to the others: “Wow, the goal really got to her head. First game and she’s already criticising me.”

“Oh wow.”, Millie laughed.

You blinked at them with innocent eyes: “Didn’t say anything.”

“Girl, come here. I need to take a photo with you too!”, Aggie hollered, jogging over with her phone held up, ready to take a selfie.

You waved Keira over: “Keira, join us!”

“I have to think about it.”, she mock-pouted but when you and Aggie gave her matching puppy-dog eyes, she finally caved: “Okay, okay, fine.”

“Thanks.”, you beamed and positioned yourself between her and Aggie. Aggie pressed the button, capturing the three of you smiling proudly into the camera.

She studied the photo: “Perfect.”

“Our first-timers.”, Mary said, her voice exaggeratedly emotional.

“Mary, you look like a proud mum. Do you need a tissue?”, Beth teased.

The goalkeeper shook her head: “No, I’m good but maybe Lucy does.”

You turned your head to look at the defender who shot Mary a disgusted look: “I’m not crying. There’s just something in my eye.”

She wiped under her left eye and when your gazes met, you noticed the glassy sheen in her eyes

“You’re not crying on my behalf, are you?”, you asked, half-joking, half-concerned.

“No, of course not, kiddo.” She gave you the same annoyed look she’d given Mary.

“I hope so!”, you teased.

Lucy grimaced: “I never cry, you know that.”

“Only when it comes to football.”

“Not even then.”, Lucy replied firmly.

“Lies.”, you laughed.

Your bickering was quickly interrupted by a voice with a Dutch accent: “Y/n, great game.”

Sarina smiled at you, clearly satisfied, and gave you a pat on the back. Looking at your coach in this moment, you wondered what you were even scared of before the game.

“Thank you, Sarina.”, you beamed at her, a soft blush creeping onto your cheeks.

She observed calmly: “You must be proud of your first goal in your first game.”

“It feels like a dream.”, you thought to yourself—though you hadn’t realized you'd said it out loud. Everything felt lighter than it had just a few hours earlier, when anxiety had clung to you.

The Dutch woman hummed thoughtfully: “I hope we’ll see many more performances like that.”

“I was really anxious before the game, but the girls have all been so lovely… so I’d like that very much.”, you admitted quietly.

Sarina nodded toward your teammates: “And I’m sure the girls would like to see you here more often too.”

With a big smirk, Leah kissed the top of your forehead, the way you'd seen her do with Beth Mead after big games.

“We do.”, the England captain confirmed, her tone almost solemn.

A feeling of deep gratitude spread through your whole body: “Thanks. That means so much to me.”

“Now you’re officially a part of the team!” Grace screamed happily in your ear before pulling you into one of her famous bear hugs.

“Fought her fears like a real Lioness,” Mary winked.

Still in Grace’s hug, you groaned, “Ugh, Mary, stop it!”

“Get used to it,” Ella responded with a dry smile.

On that wonderful night, you made yourself a promise: being in this team was a real honour. And if facing your fears was the price, then so be it—because now you knew you’d never be alone. There would always be someone to have your back. And deep down, you also knew… you were strong enough to face it all.

[kamotecue]

a small realization დ a. beever-jones

pairing: aggie beever-jones x reader

another blurb, “she looks at her like she just realized what love is.” - fake dating.

a nervous chuckle had escaped your lips, as you looked at yourself in the mirror. it’s been a while since you’ve attended an event, as you’ve been out due to a little hamstring injury.

your eyes gazed at the red velvet suit that were clad in, the black dress shoes that you wore was a bit fancy to your liking. but there was something that you were missing, to complete the outfit, it was a tie.

a frustrated look was worn across your face, as you held the piece of cloth that is supposed to complete your outfit. a small hum and you completely disregarded the untied tie.

at the hotel lobby, a group of females—either dressed up in suits or a dress had stayed, clearly they were waiting on someone. but millie, the team’s captain gazed her eyes on her blonde teammate, aggie one of the youngster’s on the team.

aggie, the said girl was seen looking at the stairs, wondering when you would come out of the hotel room. yet her worries were cut off as you made your way to the group, her face had immediately brightened—but her eyes were set on your neck, where your tie is supposed to be.

“where’s your tie, love?” you felt a bit flustered at the endearment, the whole fake dating was planned because your relatives were questioning you if there was someone in your life.

and aggie had volunteered, but you don’t want to be fake dating, but be a real couple. in where you’re so certain that she feels the same way, and she does—you both haven’t acted on it.

“i don’t know—how to tie a tie.” you felt a bit shy and embarrassed as you averted your eyes behind, setting it on a vase that had an arrangement of flowers.

a loud chuckle was heard beside you, as aggie gave you a shy yet huge smile. her hand was held out as you sighed, before giving her the black tie that resided in your pocket.

“it’s cute, you know? chelsea’s star midfielder who scores only bangers doesn’t know how to tie a tie.” aggie teased, as you flushed a bit bright, warmth coated your cheeks, as you simply shrugged, acting like her words didn’t have an effect on you.

she reached to put the tie behind you as you simply looked at her, your eyes was set on her. the way her eyes was concentrated on the tie, how she’d unconsciously bite her lips, or how nervous she made you.

when she was done, her eyes slowly traveled up, only to find you staring already at her. you felt her sneak a hand around your waist, as you gulped at the close proximity, it was already enough to get you weak in the knees as you realized your feelings.

“may i?” her voice was more softer than usual, as you gave her a little nod, confirming that she can lean in. you felt how soft and delicate the kiss was, grinning a little as you realized what was happening.

a little anxious you felt, it was the first time you ever kissed her, you only went as far as hand holding, hugging and kissing her cheek.

millie, the team’s captain wore a soft smile on her face, as guro the team’s joker followed the brit’s eyes, a teasing look on her face.

aggie looks at you, like she just realized what love is.

[sunshine-theseus]

Lego House | Aggie Beever-Jones x Reader

Words: 3.8k Summary: 2 years together basically means forever, no matter what happens. inspired by Ed Sheeran’s ‘Lego House’ Warnings: injury, you guys know I don’t stick to actual events so, slightly suggestive maybe? this is for me but also kinda for @perfectpersuasion because they seemed really excited about it

“Headphones?”

“Check.”

“Chargers?”

“Check.”

“Passport?”

“Double check.”

“Then why am I 100% sure it’s still in your top draw?” I dramatically reach across to my bag to prove that my passport is in fact packed safely in the secret pocket that I designated purely to the piece of identification.

But it’s empty, and I have to bashfully turn back to Aggie to admit it isn’t where it’s supposed to be. She only gives me a pointed look and I’m standing up and dragging my feet behind me to grab the passport from my bedside table draw.

“I swear I put it in there Ags. Last night after training.”

“Well it’s a good thing we’re doing the checklist. It happens every time, you forget something.” Once I slide the small book into my bag I drop back down onto our couch, leaning into my girlfriend. She wraps her arms around me, and I bury my head in her neck, feeling the regretful late-night yesterday setting in.

“Come on we’ve got to be boarding the bus in an hour and who knows how long it’ll take us to get there.”

~~~~~

Naturally Aggie and I sit next to each other on the bus and/or the plane when the team travels for matches. We usually take a spot toward the back, or wherever is least populated or energetic, so that we can just be there together. Our hands are almost always interlocked and I’m usually leaning on her shoulder as we talk about our play or whatever interesting things going on.

“I’m nervous.” I whisper in her ear as we begin the decent into Gothenburg.

“Everyone underestimates us because we’re young, so when you get on that pitch, either starting or as a sub, you show them you belong at Chelsea, and that we belong in the Champions League. Okay?” When she looks at me to confirm my answer I lean forward, pressing a small kiss to her lips.

A flash goes off in the corner of my eye and I turn to find Zecira holding the media crew camera.

“The fans are going to love that.” Smiling a toothy grin, she turns to someone else, leaving us be.

-

The dark December sky encourages the cold and the light dusting of snow that begins to cover the tarmac. I wrap an arm around Aggie’s as we wheel our bags into the airport, trying not to fall face first on the slippery surface.

The warmth inside is welcomed as we are guided past the large crowds and onto the bus. Once again, I take my spot beside Aggie, behind Jessie and Niamh who were talking about Jessie’s new favourite tea. A calmness settles over everyone as Emma announces who’s rooming with who, which we all basically already know. 9 times out of 10 it’s the person currently sitting next to us.

Opening the door to our room brings great relief as I flop onto the bed closest to the window. Despite the two queen sized beds on either side of the room, it was inevitable that I’d end up curled up in my girlfriend’s arms as we huddle under the blankets, the other bed left untouched. This also usually meant that our room was the one to come to for activities, an extra bed meaning more space.

Aggie stands staring out the window, the city spanning across the horizon as the sun begins the set, the blue barely beginning to fade into purples and pinks. Old buildings and the river that runs through the architecture draw her eye as I stand behind her, taking in the way her body rises as she breathes, and the twitch in her lips as she spots something she finds beautiful, a certain spark in her eye. One that’s always there when she looks at me, hard to ignore.

“Did you bring your camera?” I ask as I slot in beside her. A hum in answer suffices as we take in the moment.

“We’re really here. Together.” I press kisses to her shoulder.

“Stamford Bridge is one thing but, we’re playing in the fucking Champions League. We’re not sat on the bench forever, we actually get minutes, not matter how little.”

“And we’re going to fucking win tomorrow’s match. Consider it an extra anniversary present.” Aggie chuckles and I feel the butterflies that burst to life in my stomach every time I look at her.

My mind drifts to the real present that sits carefully in a compartment of my bag for our anniversary tomorrow. My mum insisted it was perfect for Aggie and despite my hesitancy, I had to agree.

“We should head down for dinner.” Aggie leans down to kiss me before we leave.

~~~~~

Emma gave us a few hours to explore the city in the morning before we had to begin training and warming up for tonight's match. Jessie, Niamh and Zecira join us in the foyer, and we start our journey through the Swedish city, Zecira eager to introduce us to her country's traditions.

Not long into the walk, we stumble upon a small café on a terrace. We slide into a table and order our respective drinks, Aggie additionally getting a kardemummabröd, cardamom bread, for us to share. Niamh refuses to be apart of the picture that I take of the group at the table, but I manage to convince her to smile for the camera as we head back down onto the street.

The group splits into 2 after that. Aggie and I leave to seek out some flowers and a quiet spot to spend time together for our anniversary, while the others head back to the hotel, desperate to stay warm, although Jessie doesn’t seem to mind the cold winds.

“Look! They have red carnations!” Aggie is the one to point out the flower stand, full of red and green, that holds bunches of my favourite flower.

When the shop owner sees our linked hands, she smiles, the corner of her eyes wrinkling as they light up.

“For free.” She pushes Aggie’s hand away as she tries to pay for the red carnations.

“Love is enough payment.” I slip some money onto the bench as we leave, heading to an empty but rather beautiful park across the road.

“Happy anniversary.” I press a kiss to her cheek as I hand her the small bag. Inquisitively, she opens it and the box that sits on the bottom, revealing the gift.

“It’s a family ring. Handed down through a bunch of generations. The oldest kid gets it to give to their partner, the one they and the family think is the one. The person they’ll spend the rest of their life with, who makes them the best them.” I explain the origins as I take the ring from the box and slip it onto her hand. The gold band holds a small, encrusted peridot gem and fits perfectly on Aggie’s hand.

“Thank you. I love it.” Her voice is soft and watery, and her cheeks flame red when she looks at me. I can only imagine the love that adorns my face as I look at her. I’m about to kiss her when she has a moment of realisation.

“I left your gift in the fucking room.” The sweet moment is broken as she throws her head back and groans, and I can’t help but let out a hearty laugh.

“It’s okay.” I place a hand on top of the one she has on my thigh.

“Nooo we won’t have time when we get back, you’ll have to wait until tonight and that’s unfair.”

“I don’t even expect gifts Ags, just you and me. Plus, you got me my flowers. My favourite flowers from my favourite person. Sounds pretty good to me.”

“I’m your favourite person yeah?”

“Mmhm.” Her finger links through the thin gold chain that hangs around my neck.

“Show me then.” Her voice is raspy and deep as she pulls me forward by the necklace until our lips meet. It’s a hot and heavy kiss considering where we are, but I reciprocate it none-the-less.

I go to pull away, but she pulls me back in and I end up on her lap as we make out on the park bench. Her hands grip my thighs and mine hold the back of her head… Until we remember we’re on a park bench.

“That was kinda hot. Definitely a good make up present.” I smile down at her as our foreheads rest against each other.

“Emma’s going to kill us if we don’t head back soon…” Aggie is adamant that we begin walking to the hotel so we’re not late, so we walk hand in hand through the cold, barely arriving in time.

-

Training and warm up went well. The schedule was easy to adapt to and we weren’t pushing excessively as to waste energy before the match.

In saying that, we were up 2-1 when I got subbed on in the 60th minute, replacing Lj who wasn’t feeling all too well at half time. I felt good and energised, ready to make my second UWCL appearance.

Sam and I were gelling well together as we often did, making passes and taking shots on goal, only to be blocked by the Hacken keeper. It was a hard game but we were winning.

Aggie gets subbed on in the 68th minute, along with Jessie. The ball rarely makes it back past us, Erin often making a run with the ball toward us. Eventually Aggie passes me the ball and I try to gage my surroundings. Sam is offside, passing back to Aggie would be a mistake, Jessie’s surrounded. Erin has a clear path and shot of the goal.

I begin to run, and right as the ball connects with my foot, flying toward Erin, a body knocks against mine and my knee buckles. Nothing feels real as I fall to the floor, a loud pop filling my ears as pain radiates through my knee. I let out a blood curdling scream, but it isn’t heard over the cheering of Chelsea fans as Erin hits the ball into the goal.

I toss around on the grass, holding my leg and slamming a hand repeatedly against the ground as I sob and wale, waiting for someone to notice. It’s Sophie who places a hand on my back and yells for the ref, who then yells for the medics.

Aggie drops down in front of me as we wait, and I try and reach for her hand. The task finds itself to be difficult as my own hand shakes and my vision is blurred by tears.

“It’s- it’s my ACL.” A loud sob slips from my lips despite my attempt to hold it back.

“You don’t kn-”

“I know it Ags. I know it is I swear.”

“Okay, okay. It’ll be okay. The medics are here to look at it okay?” I nod as their hands grasp my leg, asking whether certain movements hurt or not.

It’s when I see them wave for the orange stretcher that things feel real again. Like everything was happening in slow motion until that moment. And I begin to cry again, my head now resting in Aggie’s lap as she runs a hand through my hair.

Every movement hurts as they transfer me from the ground to the stretcher, and I try not to scream out. A couple of the girls walk alongside me until the sideline, where Aggie grabs my hand and kisses me.

“I’ll come see you as soon as I can, okay?” I nod and watch as she runs back onto the pitch, her head turning every few steps to look at me, worry set in her eyes.

Turns out ‘as soon as I can’ would be much later. The medics had decided that instead of waiting until tomorrow or until we were back in England for a scan, it’d be best to go straight to the hospital. So we did.

Despite the usual wait to receive scan results, I’m sent back to the hall to wait for them. While waiting for the radiographer to call my name, Emma messages me asking if I wanted the team there. I decline the offer, knowing the girls would be exhausted after the last game of 2023 and would just want to sleep.

That doesn’t stop Aggie showing up.

I can hear the pounding of shoes hitting the linoleum ground, someone clearly running, but I don’t give it much thought as I scroll mindless on my phone. When she crouches in front of me, hands on my thigh to keep herself balanced, I have to try not to show how relieved I am. I knew what the results would be but hearing it makes it all the more real and I needed my girlfriend to hold my hand.

“Did we win?” a soft chuckle fills the air, and she nods as I put my phone in my pocket.

“3-1, because of your pass to Erin.”

“Oh, that’s good.” I’m aware of the glum look on my face as Aggie sits on the ground in front of me, allowing me to braid her hair repeatedly as we talk, waiting for the results.

“Ms L/n?” Aggie is quick to stand and turn to face the doctor while I struggle with the crutches.

“We know you already know what’s wrong but, to confirm, you’ve ruptured your anterior cruciate ligament in your right knee. You’ll be referred to a doctor and surgeon in England so you can arrange the surgery as soon as possible once you get home. I’m terribly sorry.” she leaves us with a woeful smile and the only thing I have to stop me from spiralling is Aggie’s hand on my shoulder.

“You’ll get through this. We will get through this. I’ll be there every step of the way. So will the girls. And if you fall down, I’ll pick you back up.” She kisses me on the forehead, and we begin the walk out to the parking lot, waiting for someone to pick us up.

-

Most people are asleep or relaxing in their rooms or the meal room by the time we get back to the hotel. Emma gives me a hug but doesn’t encourage us to stay or talk to anyone, knowing I’ll want to be alone with Aggie for a while.

“Getting on the plane tomorrow is going to be a challenge.” I try to laugh off the thought of all the normal activities that won’t be easy anymore as I shift onto my side of the bed.

“I’ll carry you, bridal style.” With that, Aggie hands me a gift, the gift she forgot on our date earlier in the day.

The box is rather heavy, and when I take off the lid, I find a photo album. It’s hard not to smile at the photo of us kissing that’s stuck to the cover.

“A page for every day we’ve spent together. For every day I’ve loved you.” I flick through the pages, reading some of the notes around the photos.

“This is why you take a photo of us every day?”

“I also just love capturing your beauty.” I pull her close to me and kiss her.

“I love you so much.”

“Not as much as I love you.”

~~~~~

I ended up having my surgery on Christmas day. Aggie and my family had planned on having a big day together, opening presents and having a feed, and I felt guilty taking the joy away. There wasn’t really any other choice. Aggie held me the night before as I cried. Our bed felt like the only safe place, even in our apartment, so that’s usually where I stayed. The increase in rain felt very fitting for how I’d been feeling.

Once everyone started coming back from the Christmas break, our place became more lively. I still used a singular crutch just in case, but for the most part I could put solid weight on my leg again, which meant I was able to do more activities with the team. We would hold game nights and/or movie nights once a week and occasionally I’d cook a Sunday roast.

Eventually Aggie began to take me to training. I wasn’t able to do anything, but I enjoyed watching the girls and just being in the environment again. It also made me happy watching Aggie play, it was when she looked the most carefree, despite others claiming that was when she was with me.

Aggie hadn’t left my side. Helping me shower and do the exercises for my knee. She always made sure I was entertained and asked if I needed help. Most of our spare time together was spent with me wrapped in her arms, watching a shitty tv show or talking.

“What did the doc say?”

“The ligament is looking good. They still think I’m on track for getting back in the gym in May, test out that anti-gravity treadmill.”

“And you got the team physio check up tomorrow yeah?” I hum as I adjust myself in her arms, head slotting into the crook of her neck.

I was having weekly check-ups with the Chelsea medical team and my own physio, which made it rather nerve wracking, wondering if one would feel the same as the other. If we weren’t all on the same page, my recovery time could be pushed further back. The team physio check up was the last one to confirm that I’d be allowed to start training and building stamina back up next month.

-

When I arrived at Cobham in the training kit, I felt really good. Some of the girls who pulled up at the same time as us were screaming across the car park and wishing me luck in my first session back.

I knew I’d be stuck in the gym for at least 2 months before I was allowed back on the pitch. Even then it’d be another couple of months before I was properly training with the team again, but this was the first step, and nothing could take that joy from me.

The girls started their mornings off in the gym, which meant they were cheering me on and helping me as the trainers gave me exercises to do. Aggie spends most of the hour doing the exercises alongside me, only leaving to complete something mandatory or to get us more water.

“You don’t have to Ags. You should focus on your training.”

“I promised I’d be here every step of the way. I’ll do it all for you.” She locks the leg extension and gives me a hand to help me up.

“Now onto the anti-gravity machine. First time huh?” she gently bumps me with her shoulder as I get ready to step into the chamber before Lily, my designated trainer, enables the ‘anti-gravity.’

“Oh this feels weird.” The way my body lifts with every step eases the pressure on my knee as I start to get used to it.

“Look at you! This is so cool.” Aggie doesn’t stop smiling as she watches me, some of the other girls occasionally making their way over to watch.

-

As predicted, 2 months later I begin training on the pitch. It felt lonely, watching the girls and being so close to joining them, yet so far. But I knew I was nearly there. Lily helped me with building up speed and getting used to the feel of the boots and grass again. Then came shooting practice; standing, getting passed a ball, and shooting. Eventually we added the training mannequins and Lily played goalkeeper as I manoeuvre around the pitch and obstacles.

Aggie likes to join us at lunch or sometimes gets excused by Emma to help me.

“Aggiiiie. I’m supposed to have the ball you’re supposed to just block me.”

“You gotta fight for the ball or take it off someone at some point.” Her cheeks are that beautiful pink as she grins at me.

“I hate you.” I puff out as I try to catch my breath.

“I’m wounded.” A hand falls to her heart before she approaches me, the ball still at her feet, and she leans in for a kiss.

“Nuh uh you’re being mean.”

“No I am not! Please one kiss.”

“Fine.” As she closes her eyes again and leans in, I swipe the ball from underneath her and start to run to the goal.

“What the fuck!?”

“Get better babe!” I take a shot around Lily, although not very hard considering her lack of goalkeeper training, and watch as it slots into the back of the net.

-

“73 minutes in and number 10 Lauren James is being subbed off! Who for? It’s Y/n L/n making her first appearance of the 24/25 season after rupturing her ACL in the Champion’s League in December last year. Her first game in 326 days at a sold-out Stamford Bridge! And who else is there to walk with her onto the pitch, if not her girlfriend and one of Chelsea’s star strikers, Aggie Beever Jones. Today is a great day for it.”

I try not to cry as Aggie takes my hand, making my way to my position. The cheer from the crowd as I jog on is deafening and I clap back at them before the ref blows the whistle.

Not long into play, Aggie makes a run forward, and I find a clear space between players near the goal and call for the ball. She kicks it and it soars through the air, making contact with my head as I jump. The net ripples as it skims passed the Arsenal keeper, and I’m making a run for Aggie to celebrate.

“First game back and you scored! Let’s fucking go!” she grabs me by my face and pulls me in. The kiss is unexpected but welcome in celebration.

We win 4-0, and Aggie and I find ourselves tangled up in our sheets, tracing patterns on each other’s bare skin as we whisper messages of love and adoration for the other.

“I’d do anything for you.”

“You did everything for me.”

Y/N_L/N

Y/N_L/N: this is a thank you letter to the one who’s stood by me for 3 years. who’s loved and cared for me when I didn’t think anyone would. a year ago today I ruptured my ACL, on our anniversary, and in the year since then we’ve only grown stronger, loved each other harder, fallen deeper. i'd do it all for you, like you did for me

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Beth and Viv’s new doco on their ACL journey really helped me with writing this. Obviously not everyone’s journey is the same so I tried to make it as different as I could with ruining it all together. I hope they’re proud of the doc because it’s really going to help people, and hopefully encourage more funding in researching the ACL injuries in women’s football and help with creating boots designed for women, so it lowers the risk of injuries like ACLs.

[wlwsoccerfics]

Allergies(AggieBeever-JonesXWilliamsonReader)

A/N: did some research but it still might not be 100 % accurate. Hope you still like it.

Warning: allergic reaction, bee sting, mentions of Type 1 Diabetes and hospitals.

summary: you are at practice and a bee stings you. You are allergic so your girlfriend comes to your rescue.

You were sitting on the bench in the changing rooms, getting ready for practice, putting on your boots. Chatting with Lucy. Your England teammate.

"are you excited for national Camp?" Lucy wanted to know. You nodded your head softly. You felt glad to be Part of the England Team again after being out with am injury for 5 months.

"yes can't wait to be back at Camp in 10 days. It's very exciting for me!" You admitted.

"you deserve it for sure!" Lucy told you.

"thanks luce!" You replied and smiled at her.

Ten minutes later you were on the pitch, kicking the ball back and forth with Aggie, your girlfriend of two years. You felt something on your Leg and let out a whimper when it pierced your skin. Aggie frowning when she saw your face. You looked down on your Leg. Oh this was bad.

"Babe you okay?" She asked.

"i got stung by a bee!" You announced. Aggie was trying not to panic. Keira who heard you say it , quickly ran over. Helping you sit down on the ground.

"i have your epipen." Aggie said, after grabbing it from her own bag. She always had one with her. Not a Minute to late cause you started to feel the effects of the bee sting. Your throat was scratching. Swallowing hurt and was difficult. Aggie quickly used the epipen on you. All the Girls of the Team were standing close by now. Keira laid you down now, while Lucy called an ambulance and Aggie was talking to you to keep you calm.

"it's all okay Babe. Don't worry. We got you!" She told you.

"okay." You managed to get out. Not looking forward to the hospital. You had spend way too much time in there as a kid cause you have type 1 Diabetes, then two years ago you had to have ACL surgery.

"good thing we all knew about you being allergic and what to do!" Hannah stated.

5 minutes later you were already loaded into an ambulance, aggie riding with you. Holding your hand gently.

"i am so glad we caught you getting stung in time!" Aggie stated. Cause she sure as hell was worried enough about you all the time with your Diabetes. Even though you mostly got it under Control.

"Same." You told her. Thankful that the epipen worked. Getting checked over at the hospital was still something that had to be done unfortunately. Aggie gently kissed your forehead and you closed your eyes, relaxing a bit cause of the gesture.

At the hospital they checked you over, wanting to keep you for Observation for a few hours before Aggie could take you Home. She was with you the entire time. Holding your hand. You really appreciated her trying to keep your mind off of the fact that you were in the Hospital. Cause she knew how much you hated them.

"oh your sister is calling!" Aggie said, looking at the Screen of her Phone. She answered the call.

"Leah, hey..." Your girlfriend answered.

"aggie, how is my sister? I heard from Millie that she is at the hospital!" Your sister asked. She sounded really concerned.

"she is okay. We can leave the hospital soon. Just had to stay for a bit after i had to use the epipen on her. She got stung by a bee!" Aggie explained.

"thank god that she is okay! Can i talk to her?" Leah asked.

"Sure!" Aggie Said and handed her Phone over to you.

"hey Leah, don't worry i am alive!" You let her know.

"certainly glad to hear that. Would hate a life without my annoying little sister!" She replied teasingly.

"you won't her rid of me so easily." You told her jokingly. After a little bit of banter you ended the call and could leave the hospital soon after.

You sat on the Couch, cuddled up into Aggies Arms. Munching on a slice of extra cheese Pizza, which the two of you had picked up on your way home from the hospital.

"how is your blood sugar by the way?" Your girlfriend asked.

"scared of another hospital Trip today?" You asked jokingly.

"funny." She Said and playfully rolled her eyes, she couldn't help but smile though.

"it's cute when you worry! But my blood sugar is at it's best behavior!" You answered. Kissing her gently and she kissed you back.

Let's just say the Pizza was quickly forgotten.

[ouiouibaguettt]

Off the Pitch

YN -> your name

masterlist (1) - (2) - (3) - (4)

k of words! request from @liverpoolfan96

For Aggie one reader and Aggie both play for cheslea and after beating United to win league celebrate together but no one know there together until someone catches them kissing

The match was over. The final whistle had blown, and Chelsea had won. 1-0.

You and Aggie, both on the pitch, had fought through the tension of the game. A hard-fought battle against Manchester United that was more than just a game—it was a statement.

The league title was yours.

The crowd erupted into cheers, but you barely heard it, your mind on the feeling in your chest. Your pulse was still racing from the match, but more from something else. Something you and Aggie had kept just between the two of you.

From the moment she’d passed you the ball for that final goal, there was no going back. You had become more than just teammates.

Back in the locker room, everyone was jubilant. The squad was exchanging hugs, taking photos, and celebrating the victory with loud cheers. But for you and Aggie, it was different. You slipped away from the crowd together, down the hall toward the quieter, secluded hallway that led to the team's private rooms.

You grabbed her hand, intertwining your fingers. Aggie shot you a playful look but didn’t pull away.

"We did it," she said, voice filled with excitement, but also something else. Something intimate that only the two of you understood.

The quiet between you in the hallway was a stark contrast to the chaos outside. Neither of you wanted to join the throngs of celebrating teammates just yet. Not until you had a moment.

Aggie stopped in front of the door to your shared hotel room and glanced over at you. “You’re unbelievable out there, you know?”

You grinned, feeling the weight of everything—the victory, the adrenaline, the love that had secretly grown between you two—crash into your chest.

Before you could reply, she was already closing the door behind you. And suddenly, you were alone together in the room.

The heat between you both had been building for weeks, months even. In the quiet of the hotel room, it felt impossible to deny it anymore.

Aggie’s eyes flickered to yours before she closed the gap between you, her hands resting on your hips. “I’m so proud of us.”

“You really think we can keep this quiet?” you asked, voice teasing but with an underlying question.

She smirked. “I don’t think we’ll have to for long.”

You tilted your head, leaning in just a little more. “Why’s that?”

Her lips brushed against yours, soft at first, like a promise. “Because we’re worth the risk.”

You didn’t wait another second before your lips met, and in that instant, the world outside faded. There were no press conferences, no fans cheering—just the two of you, finally allowing everything you had kept hidden to unfold.

Hours later, you were still in your room, in a quiet haze of celebration. The team had partied into the night, but you and Aggie had stayed out of the limelight.

But even in the privacy of the room, you knew it wouldn’t stay hidden forever.

You were about to slip into the shower when there was a knock at the door.

Aggie raised an eyebrow. “Who is that?”

“Maybe it’s just the team,” you said, tossing on a robe. “Let me get it.”

When you opened the door, however, you weren’t greeted by a teammate. It was the team photographer—caught off guard when they realized they had the wrong room.

But what they saw through the cracked door stopped them.

There you were, just inches apart, your hair disheveled, the flush still on your cheeks, with Aggie standing too close for anyone to mistake what was happening.

And before you could even close the door, it was already too late.

The photographer blinked in shock. “Oh… um, sorry!” They turned to leave, but the damage was done.

You closed the door quickly, heart pounding. “This is bad.”

Aggie chuckled nervously. “It’s okay. We can handle this.”

But it was already all over the social media platforms. Someone—maybe from the other side of the hallway—had already taken a photo of you two, standing just moments after the kiss.

It was the morning after the win, and the media had exploded.

You and Aggie hadn’t spoken since the photographer incident, but you knew the world would know about your relationship now. You were just hoping the team wouldn’t think it was a distraction.

Your phone buzzed incessantly—group chats, notifications, Instagram comments. But the most important message came from Sonia, Chelsea’s manager.

She wasn’t angry. Far from it.

“You two should’ve just come out already,” her message read. “Get it over with. Don’t let anyone make you feel like your love is a headline.”

Later that afternoon, in the media room, you both sat before the cameras. Everyone was waiting for some explanation, some comment.

Aggie took your hand under the table, and you squeezed back. You’d both been preparing for this moment.

But you didn’t shy away.

“You might have seen us on social media last night,” you said, looking directly into the cameras. “And, yes, we’re together. We’ve been together for a while now, but we’ve kept it private for our own reasons.”

Aggie smiled at you softly. “But we’re not hiding anymore. We’ve won the league, and we’re proud of that—proud of each other.”

The media exploded.

And Chelsea? Well, they were behind you every step of the way.

You and Aggie had made your relationship official, and now the world knew. No more secrets. No more hiding.

The celebrations weren’t over—they’d only just begun.

It had been hours since the world found out about you and Aggie.

The phone buzzing. The notifications flooding in. People commenting. Speculating. But the moment the photos hit the press, there was no turning back.

The squad had celebrated the league win all night, but today was a new day—and the media had already latched onto every word and photo they could get their hands on.

You sat on the edge of the bed, scrolling through Twitter. Every post, every headline, every message was about you and Aggie. You were officially out.

But despite the frenzy, there was still a sense of calm between the two of you. You glanced up from your phone and met her gaze as she walked into the room, still in her training gear, a sly smile playing on her lips.

“Well, I guess we’re officially public now,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant, but your heart was still racing.

Aggie crossed the room, sitting next to you on the bed. Her fingers found yours as she squeezed your hand. "Guess there’s no turning back now."

The two of you had danced around it for months—secret dates, stolen moments, hidden kisses. But now? It was all out there for the world to see.

Later that afternoon, after a quiet discussion about how to approach the situation, you and Aggie made the decision to take control.

You pulled up your Instagram, and Aggie did the same, side by side. No more letting the media run with their assumptions. No more letting the world write your story for you.

This was your moment.

You posted first.

It wasn’t much—just a simple photo of the two of you in a moment of happiness. It was taken during the match celebrations, a candid shot of you both laughing, hands intertwined, clearly in your element.

No caption at first.

Just the raw, unfiltered image of the two of you.

After a beat, you added the caption:

“Sometimes the best thing in life is what you never expected. 💙 #LoveIsLove #ChelseaFamily”

It was short. It was simple. And it was all you needed.

Within minutes, the comments exploded.

From your teammates, you got love and support:

Keira Walsh: “Finally! You two are impossible to ignore. 🔥 #Proud”

Lucy Bronze: “Love you both!! 🌟 #DreamTeam”

Sonia Bonpastor: “Chelsea women are unstoppable both on and off the pitch. 🔥❤️ #ProudCoach”

The fans were more of a mixed bag, some celebrating your relationship and others trying to stir the pot. But you didn’t care. This was your truth, and you weren’t hiding anymore.

But it wasn’t just the Chelsea team reacting.

From the Barça squad, comments flooded in too:

Alexia Putella: “I knew it! 😏 So happy for you both! #LoveAlwaysWins”

Aitana Bonmatí: “Two incredible players and two even more incredible people. ❤️”

Salma Paralluelo: “Love you both so much!! 💜”

And even some players from the other side—Manchester United—showed their support. They all had witnessed the magic of your partnership on the pitch, and now, they were seeing it off the pitch.

Aggie’s Post Not to be outdone, Aggie posted her own hard launch a few minutes later.

It was a simple but powerful picture: the two of you from the previous night, just after the match, standing on the pitch with your arms around each other. You were holding the trophy, and Aggie’s head was resting on your shoulder, a smile lighting up both of your faces.

Her caption was even more direct than yours.

“No more secrets. #MyPerson #Chelsea❤️”

It was clear now.

You were a couple. No longer hidden in shadows or secret hotel rooms.

As expected, the press went wild. The story of Chelsea’s victorious league season now included the love story of two of its brightest stars.

Headlines flooded in:

“Chelsea’s Stars Shine in More Ways Than One: Player’s Secret Relationship Revealed!”

“League Winners and Lovers: Aggie and YN Make it Official”

“From Teammates to Soulmates: Chelsea’s Unlikely Power Couple”

By the evening, your love story was the main topic of conversation across social media. The world was catching up to what had been an unspoken truth among the team: you and Aggie were the perfect match.

Later that night, you sat together in your shared apartment in London, watching TV, the excitement of the day starting to die down. But even now, it was hard to believe that everything had changed so quickly.

"You okay?" Aggie asked, nudging you with her shoulder.

You let out a soft laugh, feeling both relieved and overwhelmed. "Yeah. Just… I didn't think it would be this big. I mean, everyone already knew, right?"

Aggie smiled, brushing her hair back. "Yeah, but now they know for sure."

You looked down at your phone again—your feed still flooded with messages from friends, family, and fans. Some were supportive, others less so. But none of that mattered. Because in that moment, it felt like the whole world had finally caught up to you.

"I guess this is our new normal," you said, leaning against her.

"We'll handle it," Aggie said confidently. "And I’ll always be with you, no matter what."

You smiled and kissed her softly, the world fading away for just a moment. You didn’t need anything more than this.

The hard launch on social media had sent shockwaves throughout the football world, but it wasn’t just fans who were reacting. Your Chelsea teammates were the first to share their thoughts, and honestly, their support was exactly what you needed.

Keira Walsh was the first to text you, as expected. She was always your ride-or-die, someone you could count on in both the locker room and outside it.

“Finally, you two made it official! 🎉💙 Love you both. So happy for you. I saw the whole thing play out on Insta this morning. What took you so long? 😉”

You chuckled, shaking your head. Aggie was right next to you, her head resting against your shoulder as you both read through the messages.

"I think Keira might have known before we did," you replied to her, sending Keira a laughing emoji.

Lucy Bronze, who had been part of the team even before you both made it to Chelsea, was quick to comment on your Instagram post, but she followed it up with a heartfelt message.

“Couldn’t be happier for you both. You’ve been amazing together for so long—just glad everyone knows now. Proud of you. ❤️”

You smiled, grateful that someone like Lucy, who had always kept things professional, was openly supportive. It felt like a weight had been lifted.

Fran Kirby wasn’t far behind. Fran had always been the prankster of the team, and her message reflected her playful spirit.

“The worst-kept secret in football… but so glad it’s out! 😆 Big hugs to both of you, you deserve all the happiness in the world. Don’t forget to invite me to the wedding! 💍”

You rolled your eyes and laughed. “We’re not getting married yet, Fran,” you texted her back, but you couldn’t help feeling a little giddy. The excitement of your love story being celebrated was contagious.

Sonia, Chelsea’s manager, sent you a more professional message but with the same warmth.

“We’re proud of you both. The love and support from the team is unwavering. Let’s keep our focus on what we do best: winning. But I’m so glad you’re both able to be yourselves now. #ChelseaFamily”

You could tell that Sonia was genuinely proud of you, and the fact that she was so supportive made the entire process feel more natural.

The reactions from the England squad were just as swift, if not more vocal. You’d both shared your time with them at international camps, and now, the spotlight was on you.

Ellie Roebuck, England’s star goalkeeper and one of your closest friends, was quick to message you.

“So proud of you both. You two were always adorable, and now the world knows! Finally!! 💕 Can’t wait to catch up next camp. I might need a few more tips on keeping my relationship a secret, though. 😂”

You giggled at Ellie’s comment. “I think you’ve got that part down better than we did,” you replied. "But maybe we should have just told everyone ages ago."

Lauren Hemp didn’t waste any time either. You had known Lauren for years, and she was always known for her energy and infectious enthusiasm.

“YESSSSS!! I knew it. You guys are too cute for words. Honestly, you two are what dreams are made of. Couldn’t be happier for you!!”

Her excitement was contagious. You showed the message to Aggie, who rolled her eyes and smiled. “Typical Lauren,” she laughed, shaking her head.

Georgia Stanway also chimed in, sending a private message.

“Took you long enough! I swear I’ve been waiting for this moment for ages. You’re both amazing, and now the whole world knows it. Can’t wait to see you both at the next England camp. ❤️”

You grinned, knowing that Georgia had probably guessed from the start but respected your privacy. “See you soon, Stanway!” you texted back.

Alex Greenwood, a player you had always respected, sent a more emotional message, showing just how much your love story had touched everyone.

“Seeing you both finally share this with the world is so special. You two are the real deal. Can’t wait to celebrate with you both in person soon. Much love, YN and Aggie. 💖”

The sincerity in Alex's message hit you harder than you expected, and you shared a soft smile with Aggie, feeling deeply grateful for the support surrounding you both.

The next international break was approaching, and both Chelsea and England were preparing for matches. The press conference was set at St. George’s Park, where the England team usually gathered for media sessions.

When the time came, you and Aggie were prepared for a full-on media storm. The press had already gone crazy over your relationship. Now, it was your chance to address it head-on.

The conference room buzzed with questions, but the moment you and Aggie walked in together, hand in hand, the room went silent for a beat.

The press officer cleared their throat and motioned for the questions to begin. A reporter from a major tabloid, who was notorious for trying to stir drama, asked with a grin:

"So, now that the cat's out of the bag, how does it feel to go public with your relationship, especially being a part of the England squad?"

You met Aggie’s eyes and smiled, squeezing her hand under the table. "It feels good. We’ve always been supportive of each other, both on and off the pitch. Our teammates, both here at Chelsea and with England, have been amazing. We’re excited to continue being part of this team and supporting each other."

Aggie added, "It's important for us to live our truth, and we’re both proud to be open about who we are. But above all, we’re focused on winning for England, for Chelsea, and for the people who support us."

The room erupted in flashes from cameras, but no one asked anything that felt intrusive or disrespectful. The reporters, sensing the sincerity in your words, respected the moment.

After the press conference ended, the England squad gathered for a quick team photo. You and Aggie stood side by side, hands not far apart, but this time, there was no hesitation.

Ellie Roebuck leaned in, whispering loudly, "You two are the power couple of football now!"

"Shhh," you teased, laughing, but you couldn’t suppress the proud grin on your face.

The team posed together for the shot, and as the cameras clicked, you realized something important: the world had caught up, but this—being surrounded by the love of your team, the love of Aggie—was all that truly mattered.