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the streets of barcelona

summary; yn foord and alexia putellas meet

spanish | english translation

"You got everything packed?"

A small nod was all you responded back to your sister, as you let yourself get one last look at your shared apartment. The room looked practically the same from a simple glance, the discoloured paint on the walls mixed with the old posters you had found at a garage sale when you first moved in. The kitchen sink holds the dirty plates from breakfast, alongside the empty wine glasses from last night's celebrations.

You let yourself study the room further, the missing objects standing out to you like a sore thumb, the rooms somehow seeming bare without all your personal items that were now packed away and about halfway towards your new apartment.

Your eye caught Caitlin's at the last second, a small frown appearing on her lips, her eyes still red from last night. It doesn't take long for her eyes to well up once again, her bottom lip wobbling.

The distance between you two becomes extinct in an instant, as your arms wrap around each other. Your grips are so tight that neither of you can't make it if it's you or the younger woman who is shaking, but you don't dare to let go. Your lips press kisses in her hairline, as you mumble 'It's going to be okay' mixed with 'You're gonna be okay'.

It couldn't have been a few minutes before the timer on your phone filled the silence, Cailtin tenses in your embrace, before sniffling.

You give yourself one last squeeze, before pulling away. Bringing your hand up to Caitlin's cheek to wipe away her tears.

You had both said your official goodbyes last night, hoping to avoid all of this, this morning.

"I'm gonna miss you chicky" She sent you a small smile at the nickname, before grabbing your suitcase from the front door as you grabbed your passport and plane ticket.

You had arranged a pickup service to take you to the airport, wanting a few moments before you were thrown into the madness that was about to come. As excited as you were, you couldn't deny the anxiety that followed. The idea of a new team was always nerve-racking, but the added stress of moving to a country with no one you know, as well as speaking very little Spanish was keeping you on edge.

The driver met you at the steps of your apartment, taking the suitcase off your sister, as she pulled you into one last hug, squeezing you extra tight before letting go - a small wave and a 'good luck' and then she was gone.

The car ride over was nerve-racking, your knee bouncing as you watched the houses outside go by. The traffic was decent enough, the sun shining down on the airport as you thanked the driver once more, before making your way through the entry.

You gave one last look outside, taking in the sunny London that you had called home for the past three years, the crumbling thought finally hitting you.

London was no longer home.

―

The sight of Barcelona was a sight for sore eyes, your suitcase trailing behind as you attempted to move around the groups of people surrounding the waiting bay.

You had been contacted by the management team a few days prior organising a driver to pick you up from the airport and take you to your new apartment, figuring the last thing you needed was to get lost on your first day in Barcelona.

You looked out for the number plate you had memorised, walking past car after car - apologising to the people you bumped into along the way. It would have been one of the last cars parked on the strip, a woman dressed in familiar colours, sitting on the hood with her arms crossed.

She had thick sunglasses on, dark so you couldn't tell if she was watching you or not but as you got closer, her attention seemed to shift from the skyline to you. Her arms don't uncross, as she stands up - her head visibly looking you up and down before a calm, but detached look appeared on her face.

"Miss Foord?"

"Sí-" 'Yes'. You blame the flight for the way your voice cracks, coughing a little before nodding your head "Yes, yes. sorry." She nods her head but doesn't add anything else, opening the back door for you before taking the suitcase out of your hand and walking towards the boot.

The awkwardness doesn't help your beating heart, wiping your palms on your track pants before dipping your way into the car. Making sure to close the door behind you.

The lady makes her way into the front of the car a few seconds later. The radio plays softly in the background, your attention glued out your window as you watched the city fly by - attempting to remember every street sign and building you see.

"¿Cómo estuvo tu vuelo?". 'How was your flight?'.

Your head whips right around, the lady looking towards the road, you almost think you might have imagined she spoke, your mouth opening before closing again.

The silence fills the space in an instant, a frown appearing on your lips. The car comes to a stop at the lights, the driver turning her head towards you with a look on her face that you take as confusion.

"Uh. Lo sien" 'uh. I'm sorry'. The sudden realisation that you have no idea what she's asked, and now you can't even remember the basic Spanish you taught yourself since the transfer was confirmed. "Uh no. no entiendo?". 'uh no. I don't understand'. You wince at your attempt, the confusion clear in your voice as the driver tilts her head a little before turning her attention back to the road.

"How was the flight?" Her English is a hundred times better than your Spanish, Her voice seems softer in English, not as deep.

"Good. Uh. Buena. It was Buena. Fast, Which is always good" 'good'. your attempt to bring some Spanish into the conversation isn't missed by the driver, her lips curling into a small smirk before disappearing almost as fast.

"Sí, eso es bueno" 'Yes that is good'. As limited as your Spanish knowledge may run, you pick up 'yes' and 'good', nodding your head with a small smile as she catches your gaze in the rear mirror.

Feeling a little more confident, you give yourself a few seconds to think up what other Spanish you have learnt before attempting to start up a conversation again.

"What's uh, um. ¿Su nombre?" 'Your name?'

"Camila"

"Camila" You repeat, looking out the window again.

"I help get the transfers settled" She adds, turning a corner before catching your gaze in the rear mirror once again. "It's a beautiful place but can be very daunting".

"Sí. Sí" 'yes. yes'. You agree before adding "But very exciting. My, um, my hermana is very jealous" 'sister'.

"¿Tienes una hermana?" 'you have a sister?'. She catches herself before you can ask, "You have a sister?"

"Sí. Sí. A younger sister. She's a footballer too" 'yes. yes'.

"Maravillosa. Maravillosa. Wonderful". 'wonderful. wonderful'.

Before you could respond, the car came to a stop - your attention pulled away from Camila and out towards the modern building.

You recognised it in an instant, the many photos and emails that you and management had been exchanging over the past couple of months came down to this.

"Hogar dulce hogar" 'home sweet home'. You couldn't find yourself asking what Camila had said, too engrossed with the building in front of you, it seemed bigger than in the pictures, prettier too.

You take a deep breath in, glancing at the building once more before taking a deep breath and opening the car door.

"Welcome Home" and for once you wished Camila had spoken in Spanish so you wouldn't understand what she had just said.

―

Camila didn't stay for too long, handing over your keys and helping you bring up your suitcase, she had written her contact details on a piece of paper that was left on your kitchen bench. Explained that she would be back tomorrow to bring you to training and then left.

Your furniture had arrived before you had, placed through the apartment alongside all your boxes. If you hadn't been so emotionally drained for the past 24 hours you probably would have attempted to start unpacking but your hunger won this round, and with some newfound confidence you decided to check out the supermarket that was just down the street.

The walk was nice enough, a slight breeze filling the streets as people passed by.

Getting to your destination, 'tienda de comestibles' 'grocery'. written out the front, buckets of fresh fruit outside brought a smile to your face before walking in. The smell of many different flavours fills the air, and two children giggling and chasing each other almost run into you, before quickly yelling out 'Lo lamento' 'sorry'. You only smile and shake your head, taking yourself further through the store.

You pick out some cold meats, before grabbing yourself a couple of bread rolls, a small jar of pesto and a chocolate bar. Making your way towards the checkout, your attention purely on grabbing some notes out of your wallet, before slamming into a body.

"¿Adónde vas?!" 'Where are you going?!'.

Your head snaps up, an apology on the tip of your tongue, before sucking your breath in, her eyes widening as they meet yours.

Your brain seems to short-circuit, working overtime to say something, anything. Your limited knowledge of Spanish has completely gone, your mouth opening and closing before you practically choke out

"La Reina" 'the queen'.

You feel the heat rush through your cheeks instantly as your eyes widen.

"Como me llamaste?" 'what did you call me?'. she choked out, her cheeks almost matching yours. You take a step back, suddenly realising just how close the two of you were to each other.

"I am so sorry. lo lamento. lo lamento" 'I'm sorry. I'm sorry'. You splatter out, taking a few more steps back, attempting to get away as fast as possible but a hand stops you. Her hand.

"Ey. No hay necesidad de disculparse" 'hey. there's no need to apologise'.

Her words are missed by you, although her eyes soften - your confusion clear as you try to think about to all those Spanish classes you took. Concentration seemed to be your biggest fault at the moment, especially with the way she was looking at you.

"Don't apologise" Her voice was softer that you almost missed what she was saying, her hand rubbing your arm distracted you once again.

"Sorry," you reply, your cheeks heating up further as she lets out a small laugh, shaking her head with a smile on her lips. "Tan linda" 'so cute'. she mumbles, but you manage to catch it with how close you are once again.

"I-I don't know what that means" you mumble back.

Her cheeks heat up once again, her eyes suddenly interested in anything but yours.

She shakes her head, before her gaze catches yours once more, dropping down to your lips and then back up. She goes to say something else before a cough brings you both back, a mother with a baby on her hip looking at the pair of you with annoyance.

"Estoy tratando de pasar" 'I'm trying to get through'. Her voice is sharp, the footballer in front of you moving you both out of her way, a small "Lo lamento" 'sorry'. leaving her lips, as the woman just scoffs and walks past the pair of us.

The silence fills the space instantly, your eyes finding hers once again. The moment is gone, as you bite your lip - unsure what to say next.

A quick glance at the clock on the wall creates a chain reaction, a yawn leaving your lips as the events of the past twenty-four hours finally catch up to you.

You bring your hand over your mouth, yawning once again.

"Perdóname" 'forgive me'.

The Spanish leaving your lips brings a smile to her face once again, her eyes lighting up.

"¿tú hablas español?" 'you speak spanish?'. Her voice light, a small laugh finishing the question off.

"un poco. aunque no muy bueno" 'a bit. although not very good'. You struggle a little, your pronunciation not perfect, but the smile on her face as her eyes watch your hand indicate 'a little bit' is enough to bring a smile back to your face.

"It's okay, I'll teach you" Her switch to English surprises you, her voice lighter than her native tongue. Your excitement at the thought fills, your eyes widening at the thought, "Really?"

"sí, claro. sería un honor para mí" 'yes of course. It would be an honour for me'. You catch enough of the sentence to understand she's true to her offer.

"Thank you, Alexia"

"No hay problema mi amor" 'no problem my love'.

The blush that attacks your cheeks at the sound of 'amor' 'love'. coming off her lips only widens her smile.

She vowed for that day on, she would always call you 'mi amor' 'my love'.

[enwoso]

we are the champions | alessia russo x child!reader x leah williamson

the highly anticipated one:) and a one long fic as people wanted. may do another one with the homecoming we’ll see

grumpy masterlist

the final whistle blew like a bullet through the lisbon sky.

arsenal women were champions of europe. for the second time.

alessia dropped to her knees on the pitch, emotion swallowing her whole. around her, the world turned gold, white and red, confetti blasting from cannons, teammates screaming, flares lighting up the estádio da luz in a halo of red and white.

they had done it. they had actually done it.

leah was the first to reach alessia, grabbing her in a bear hug, burying her face in her neck.

"we've actually done it," leah whispered, half-laughing through tears, the words feeling weird coming from her lips. "like we are actually european champions, less. what is life"

alessia laughed, clinging back as she placed a kiss to leah's cheek. "i don't think it's going to feel real for a few weeks."

leah smiled, eyes not leaving alessia's. the stadium behind them beginning to feel quieter, as if it was empty.

"i love you, less" leah whispered as she leaned i, slowly, like she wanted to give alessia the time to stop her — though they should have with the amount of camera fleeing around them but they both know they wouldn't. not in this moment.

leah's hand found alessia's waist, grounding them for a second while the other brushed gently against alessia's jaw, thumb tracing the curve of her cheek.

their lips meeting in a kiss that was soft and steady, unhurried. leah kissed her like she was trying to tell her everything she felt but couldn't say all at once.

alessia melted into it, her fingers curling into the back of leah's jersey - not because of heat or urgency but because of everything underneath it. love. relief. the quiet certainty that they were exactly where they were meant to be.

as they pulled apart, foreheads touching as they stood smiling like idiots. their joy was interrupted by beth sliming into them like a human bowling ball, as caitlin followed in pursuit the two laughing and whistling widely.

not far behind was kyra and steph dancing as katie was stood ruling the fans up as they chanted louder with each wave of the arms.

and somewhere between all the chaos and celebration, alessia's eyes searched for her person, other than leah.

and then—there.

by the touchline, just behind the led boards and camera flashes, was a tiny figure in an arsenal shirt with matching shorts and socks.

you. just five years old. face painted with red and white stripes that your nonna had done this morning, your curls bouncing, big blue eyes wide with glee. on your back: RUSSO 23 in thick black letters.

you'd been waiting for the chance to see your mummy, having not seen her properly since she left for the flight to lisbon on friday, hugging her one last time before she left you with your grandparents.

and now here you were, bouncing in place, fists pumping in the air like you'd won the trophy yourself.

"MUMMY!" you shrieked. alessia was on her feet and running before she even knew it. you launched yourself forward like a cannonball, nearly knocking your mummy over with the sheer force of her hug.

"i saw you get you m-medal," you gasped. "and- and you got to touch the shiny thing"

alessia laughed as she corrected you gently telling you that the 'shiny thing' was the trophy, before kissing your face over and over. "you watched the whole time?"

"i only blinked for snacks! but i saw everything!"

leah arrived moments later having been pulled to do a short press interview, smiling so brightly it hurt. leah pressed a kiss to alessia's temple and ruffled your hair as you hugged your mama.

"rumour has it you led chants in the stands," leah said as you nodded proudly. "well at least that's what uncle gio is spreading."

"i did!" you nodded proudly. "also had to make sure nonna and uncle g were cheering loud enough!'"

alessia blinked before a chuckle escaped her lips, the scene playing in her head so vividly. "good, you keep them in check lovie."

the three of you barely had time to breathe before beth reappeared, chloe in tow, both of them wielding medals like party favors.

"there she is! wondered when tiny was gonna make an appearance!" chloe smiled as she ruffled your hair, the winger placing herself between leah and alessia.

you beamed and held your arms up dramatically. "auntie lolo!" as chloe took you from your mums arms you giving chloe a warm hug.

"alright, tiny," katie shouted from across the pitch, charging toward them with a wild grin and the champions league trophy hoisted above the irish girls' head. "let's keep the cheers goin'!"

before anyone could react, katie kelt down, hoisted you onto her shoulders, and took off in a jog toward the centre circle, yelling like she was leading a viking raid.

leah's hand went to her head. "she's on katie's shoulders. should we be worried?"

"probably. but katie will keep her safe," alessia smirked. "and anyways lovie is basically built for chaos."

from halfway across the pitch, katie shouted, "CHLOE! YOU'RE ON VOCALS!"

chloe, never one to miss a chance to celebrate— ran after the two of you , waving her arms like a conductor. "let's GO!"

suddenly the lisbon night filled with voices — well, mostly shouting and off-key singing — as you, katie, and chloe launched into the loudest, most off-beat rendition of sweet caroline the stadium had ever heard.

"SO GOOD! SO GOOD!"

"MEATBALL LINE!" you yelled instead of 'sweet caroline'

katie didn't blink before joining in. "YES, MEATBALL LINE!"

"STINA STINA STINA STINA STINA" chloe chanted as the song changed, the fans joining in as stina was pushed forwards by the girls.

"BLACKSTENIUS!" you and katie responded continued the chant both hands in the air.

"SHE SCORES THE GOALS!"

"she scored the gooooaaalllls!" you screamed, arms in the air

alessia was bent over with laughter and awe watching you have so much fun. "oh my god. she's high on sugar and glory." leah was already making a mental note to pre-warn your teachers about the post-title behaviour for the next time she dropped you off.

the performance ended in classic mccabe fashion: a dramatic twirl that nearly sent chloe crashing, a fake mic drop with the match ball, and you collapsing in theatrical fashion onto the turf where all the confetti was, giggling and yelling, "THANK YOU LISBON!"

katie knelt down and gently lowered you off her shoulders. "you alright, tiny?"

you nodded, cheeks flushed as the confetti covered you as it tickled your bare legs "when i grow up, i'm gonna be a footballer and a singer and also be you."

katie grinned and saluted you. "you can stick around kiddo!"

the team gathered for photos, pulling you into every single one like you had made the final assist.

you held the trophy with alessia and leah, getting the perfect photos which would litter christmas cards for years to come as you inspected the trophy, "mummy! this would be the perfect for my coco pops!" you pointed at the trophy which in the middle was bowl shaped.

alessia laughed as she ruffled your hair, your innocence being too cute. "i- i think it's little too big to keep in the kitchen cupboard, don't you?"

you frowned slightly but the thought was long forgotten as your name was being called by beth, you rushing after her as you managed to steal her medal and make kyra give you a piggyback as steph braided ribbons into your curls as beth stole her medal back.

but eventually, the stadium lights began to dim and fans started to drift away. but on the pitch, under the lingering lisbon stars, the russo-williamson family found a pocket of quiet.

you had flopped into your mummy's lap, shoes long gone, holding your mummy's medal like it was excalibur.

"you tired now, angel?" leah asked softly, as you lay your head in her lap, your legs stretching onto your mummy's the bottom of your socks stained green.

"mm-hmm," you yawned. "but 'm not gonna sleep."

"no?"

"i gotta remember everything so i can tell everyone at school that my mummy and mama won the champions league and i sang on tv and auntie katie nearly head butting the wall."

"but i didn't though-" katie yelled from ten feet away. "i was sliding as a champion should!"

"you would have if leah hadn't have been in the way" kyra added helpfully. you giggled, eyes fluttering closed as leah stroked your hair.

"m' gonna show them all my medal and say, 'this was from my mummy and also 'm famous now.'”

leah smiled, reaching for alessia's hand. their fingers intertwined, their medals glinting in the soft lights.

"we did it," alessia whispered the words still feeling so weird coming from their lips.

leah looked at alessia. then at you. then back at the now-empty stands that had roared for them just hours ago. "yeah," she said. "we really did."

a trophy. a daughter. a dream come true. and, of course — one unforgettable performance of meatball line.

⸻

the party was already in full swing when the lift doors opened to the rooftop venue.

lisbon sparkled below them like a dream wrapped in gold foil. music pulsed through the warm night air, the city celebrating with them, as though it too had been part of arsenal's historic win.

inside, the team were already letting loose — champagne flying, dj spinning early 2000s bangers, medals clinking like party jewellery. the champions league trophy sat proudly on a plinth, already kissed, cradled and used as a makeshift hat.

alessia stepped into the chaos with you on her hip, changed into pyjamas except you insisted on wearing your arsenal shirt. leah followed, holding three drinks and already tipsy enough to be doing finger guns at nobody in particular.

"alright," leah grinned, "who's ready to celebrate like champions?"

"MUMMY!" you gasped, pointing at the dance floor. "katie's got the trophy and she's using it like a guitar!"

"she's had one drink and decided she's freddie mercury," alessia muttered although she couldn't stop the smile on her lips from appearing.

you were off your mummy's hip in seconds, beelining to the centre of the chaos where chloe, beth and kyra were trying to teach manu the macarena. katie was indeed shredding the air guitar solo with the champions league trophy and yelling "what the hell, what the helly" every ten seconds.

alessia and leah made their way to a quieter corner where their families had gathered. hug after hug. proud tears. leah's mum handed them both drinks like she'd been preparing for this moment since the group stages.

"champion's league winner," alessia's dad, mario said for the third time. "so proud of you less.”

"hope to never hear the end of it," gio chimed in, grinning at his sister. "might have to buy her a crown next."

leah laughed, draping herself across alessia's shoulder. "please do. i'll get her to wear it to breakfast."

a few drinks later, you had turned into the unofficial dj mascot — bouncing with beth and chloe, singing along to every song you didn't know the words to with absolute conviction.

but eventually, you took a break and plopped yourself down in a giant beanbag near the edge of the terrace — curly hair wild, cheeks pink, arsenal medal which was your mummy's swinging around your neck like a gold dinner plate.

your uncle gio dropping down beside you with a packet of crisps and a smirk. you both watched the dance floor as your mummy and beth attempted a tiktok routine, failing gloriously. leah was waving her medal like a lasso as katie was dancing with the trophy in one hand and a cocktail in the other like it was her child.

"they look a bit silly, don't they?" gio said in a stage whisper.

you giggled into your fries. "mummy's doing the wrong arms. and auntie bethy is singing at the wrong time"

"they look like baby giraffes trying to moonwalk," gio nodded. "but with glitter."

"mama was dancing earlier and said 'oof my hips' like she was old."

"that's because she is," gio winked jokingly as you stopped mid drink of your juice.

you gasped like he'd committed treason. "mama is not! she just creaks a little."

the two of you carried on watching as chloe attempted to pick up kyra for no apparent reason and immediately stumble into a table. "this party's wild," you declared wisely.

"this party," gio said, "is what happens when you give medals to people with work hard all season long."

"i like it."

"me too. but i think mummy has just tried to conga with a sandwich."

you both clinked juice boxes like critics at a cabaret. you leaned your head onto your uncle gio's shoulder for a second and said, "i think i'm famous now."

"oh, no question," he said. "you're already trending. probably."

but even chaos has its limits. by around half eleven, levitating blasted through the speakers again, and you — not one to be left out of a final banger — launched yourself back into the dance floor for one more spin.

one jump. two twirls. a victorious hop. and then, mid-wiggle, you slowly... lowered yourself to the floor, curled into a cushion, and fell completely, utterly asleep.

face down. arms flopped out. medal still around your neck, one croc on, one croc long gone. just out cold, right next to the trophy stand, as if you'd clocked off from being a legend.

"she's down!" beth called. "star of the show has left the building!"

alessia was already on her way, laughing as she bent to pick you up. "alright, little dancer. time to cash in your medal and sleep like a champ."

you didn't even stir. just let out a tiny sigh and snuggled into your mummy's arms like you'd done it all — lifted the trophy, saved the day, sang sweet caroline, and roasted everyone in the room.

leah joined the two of you on the quieter part of the terrace. someone on the way handed her a blanket, which alessia has draped over you and alessia as you sat on a cushioned bench under fairy lights.

"you good?" leah asked, curling beside them.

"i'm knackered," alessia said. "but happy. she's had the best night ever."

"she was the best part of my night," leah said. "even when she called you a noodle."

alessia groaned. "that's gio's fault."

"but she's not wrong though." they both laughed, gazing down at you, their whole world— cheeks rosy, medal slipping sideways around your neck, dreaming gold.

lisbon glittered around the three of you. music still played, but softer now. the team still swirled in celebration. but here, in this little pocket of peace, everything felt still.

⸻

the terminal smelled like coffee and regret.

leah leaned against a check-in kiosk wearing sunglasses indoors and holding a bottle of orange lucozade like it contained the secrets of the universe.

her medal was still around her neck, her hair a little messy in a bun, and her voice about three octaves lower than usual.

next to her, alessia looked like she'd lost a fight with this morning and had accepted her fate. she wore an arsenal hoodie two sizes too big (possibly leah's) hair scraped into a messy bun, and the unmistakable glaze of someone running on two hours' sleep and a cocktail made by chloe in a the trophy.

but in alessia's arms: you, dead silent, wide-eyed, and attached to your mummy like a sleepy koala bear. your curls were a mess, alessia doing your hair on the bus into a bun as you were dressed in a fresh pair of pyjamas

"she won't let me put her down," alessia whispered hoarsely, shifting the you slightly in her arms. "i tried once. she just screamed 'no mummy forever' and latched onto my neck like a vampire."

leah snorted and then winced. "ow. laughing hurts."

you turned your head. "no laughing. only snuggling." a beat passed. then leah felt a soft tug at her sleeve. you reached for her with both arms. "mummy switch. i want mama now."

so the handoff began — slow-motion, careful, like passing a bag of eggs, you now firmly climbing onto leah's front, arms wrapped around your mama like a human scarf. alessia groaned and rubbed her shoulder.

"my child is a barnacle."

"you're her whole world," Leah said.

"she's a twenty-kilo world with sharp elbows."

around them, the rest of the arsenal squad began to emerge from the coach in clumps — zombies in various forms of hangover and tiredness, herded by a very tired club staff who looked one bad joke away from quitting football forever.

beth walked past muttering, "i need paracetamol, sunglasses, and god," holding a water bottle like it owed her money.

steph and caitlin were quietly arguing about whether they'd packed their chargers. kyra was just standing in the middle of the airport hood up and sunglasses on, like she'd either forgotten how to go about life or she was just stood up asleep.

katie stumbled toward sunglasses tightly on her face, carrying the trophy, a neck pillow and backpack across her shoulder. "i swear i had a suitcase," she said to no one in particular, instead just to anyone who would listen.

"you left it on the bus," chloe mumbled behind her, chewing gum and wearing two pairs of sunglasses stacked like goggles.

katie turned. "do i at least have my passport?"

chloe checked her pocket. "i think you gave it to the trophy." no one questioned that.

"alright, alright," on of the staff member called out, clapping their hands. "let's move, champions. you're elite athletes, not a hen do in dublin."

"speak for yourself," katie said, and immediately tripped over a suitcase.

you, still clinging to leah like a sleepy tree frog, blinked slowly and whispered, "why everyone broken?"

"cause we had fun," alessia whispered, gently tucking a curl behind your ear.

"too much fun?"

"never but just enough."

they eventually made it through security, where you refused to go through the metal detector without one of your mums. the airport security just sighed. it ended in leah carrying you through like a small, suspiciously sparkly handbag.

at the gate, the squad collapsed into chairs like a deck of cards thrown on the floor. headphones in. hoods up. sunglasses on. nobody speaking above a whisper.

the champions league trophy was in its own seat, secured with a seatbelt and guarded by beth like it was a newborn baby.

you finally agreed to sit across both your mummy's and mama's laps like a bridge — head on one, feet on the other — eyes half-closed.

alessia pressed a kiss to your forehead. "tired now, lovie?"

you nodded slowly. "my legs feel like noodles."

"you and me both angel," your mama murmured, gently squeezing your little foot.

across the aisle, katie was asleep on caitlin's shoulder, clutching a bag of crisps like a teddy bear. kyra had fallen asleep mid-text with her phone resting on her face.

and somewhere near the back, alessia exhaled, one arm wrapped around you, the other tucked into leah's. the flight hadn't even taken off, and already, she felt the weight of it all hit her.

the trophy. the dancing. the singing. the way you had shouted "we're the champions" into katie's ear while sitting on her shoulders. the way leah had held her hand the whole walk to the hotel, the two of them laughing at nothing.

it had been magic. and now, in the grey haze of the morning after, there was just this:

a team of sleepy champions. a tiny medal-wearing daughter. and the soft, breathy sound of the people she loved most breathing beside her.

"less?" leah murmured, half-asleep already.

"yeah?"

"if she falls asleep again on me and drools, i'm not moving."

"she's already drooling," alessia whispered gently.

you grunted. "i can hear you." and then promptly fell asleep again — cheeks smushed against leah's hoodie, medal gently clinking, safe within arms reach.

lisbon was behind them. the trophy was theirs. the memories were golden. and the hangovers?

totally worth it.

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¡vamos! II Laia Codina x Arsenal!Reader

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romantic masterlist | platonic masterlist | word count: 1528

summary: amid the joy and chaos after the final whistle in Lyon, Laia wasn’t just capturing the moment with her camera—she was capturing your love too. requested

author's note: hi everyone, this video was our inspiration for the fanfic. We can't wait to hear what you think ! 🥰🥰

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

Excited, Laia turned the film camera towards herself, her grip steady as she smirked at the lens, promising: “I’m going to film everything. Don’t worry.”

“Who gave you a camera?”, Katie raised an eyebrow, half-amused, half-bewildered. The Irish woman hadn’t noticed when one of the staff had handed the Spanish defender the small, portable device.

The atmosphere was electric. Arsenal had done what few believed possible at their chaotic start of the season. Now, as the final whistle pierced the air of the Lyon stadium, the players seated on the elevated bench began to rise, one by one, drawn to the pitch by sheer disbelief and joy.

Laia didn’t so much as blink at Katie’s question. She was already on her feet, swept up in the tide of teammates spilling down the steps.

“¡Vamos!”, she cried, beaming as the spring sun which bathed the pitch in golden light.

“Did she just fucking ignore me?”, Katie shook her head.

Chloe, hearing her, turned with a lifted brow and a flicker of amusement dancing in her eyes: “She really does film everything, doesn’t she?”

“She doesn’t even know what she’s filming anymore. Laia’s just carrying that cam like it’s glued to her hand.”, Katie observed.

Up ahead, players surged towards their coach. Renée stood on the touchline, arms wide open, her face lit with pride and wonder. They vaulted the barrier in a blur of movement, laughter spilling out, boots thudding softly against the green grass, tears mingling with shouts of triumph.

“Laia!”, Mariona’s voice rang out, trying to flag her down, remind her, maybe, of what the camera might catch.

But Laia didn’t hear her. She had turned already, her eyes scanning, searching—until they landed on you.

The camera hung loosely now, forgotten at her side. Her whole face lit up, transformed by that unmistakable smile, the kind only meant for you.

You were standing with Alessia and Leah, all three of you suspended in that strange, shimmering moment after victory.

“Hi.”, Laia said, simply.

Mirroring her smile, your cheeks still flushed from the match, you answered softly: “Oh, hey.”

“You were great.”, she whispered into your ear, her voice low, proud.

Your face turned redder, but you smiled wider: “Thank you.”

“Y/n, they want to do a double interview with you and Lessi.”, Renée’s voice cut gently through the moment.

“Coming.”, you assured her, then turned to Laia, ready to say goodbye, but before you could move, she reached for you, tugging you in. Her arms wrapped around you.

And then she kissed you fiercely, without hesitation, like it was the only thing in the world that mattered.

Laia stood there for a second after your lips separated, a huge grin plastered across her face. She just nodded and said, “Okay, cool.”

You winked at her one last time before heading to your interview.

While you mentally prepared what to say, Laia continued across the pitch. joy radiating from her as she made her way to Arsenal’s captain.

“Kimmy!”, she called out, pulling the smaller woman into a tight hug.

Kims eyes widened with surprise. “Did you just kiss her on the mouth while recording?”, she asked, half incredulous, half scolding, as she pointed to the camera still in Laia’s hand.

Laia followed her gaze and flinched: “What? Shit!”

“It’s fine. I’m sure they can cut it out before posting.“, Lotte said calmly as she joined them. Then, with a crooked smirk, she added, “Unless you want to go public with it.”

Laia shrugged: “I guess I’ll have to talk to her about it.”

“You should.”, Kim agreed with a firm nod.

“I will. But first I have to make more videos.”, the defender said, already raising the camera again and heading off to film more celebrations.

Meanwhile, you and Alessia were standing side by side at the interview area. Multiple microphones and a camera were pointed at you both, but you could barely take any of it seriously. You were still exhilarated from the game, the performance and the end result. It all felt like a dream.

So when Alessia was asked how she felt after the game and replied: “Yeah, we’re obviously buzzing.“, you couldn’t hold it together anymore. Her go-to word even made an appearance after such an important game. You had to fight to keep from bursting out laughing, though a little snort still escaped.

Alessia elbowed you in the side: “Y/n, stop laughing.”

“Sorry, Lessi.”, you coughed to cover your smile and trying to compose yourself

Alessia professionally ignored you and continued to reply to the question: “Everyone was just incredibly today.”

“Agreed, it was truly a masterclass from the team on and off the pitch.”, you added, pride clear in your voice.

“It really was.”

Just as the young journalist opened his mouth to ask another question, Katie appeared out of nowhere, grabbing both of you by the arms.

“Time to party!”, she announced as she dragged you off.

The reporter could only watch one as you were swept away and you almost felt bad for him. But celebrating this milestone with your teammates seemed much more important than answering a few more boring questions.

 “Follow us, we’re celebrating.”, you called out as soon as you spotted your girlfriend.

Nervously, Laia cleared her throat and pulled you into a quieter corner. “Amor? Can we talk?”

“Of course.”, you replied, though her sudden seriousness left you puzzled. Where had the cheerful Spaniard gone?

“So... I accidentally filmed our kiss and unfortunately, we look very cute on camera.”, the defender confessed, offering a charmingly shy smile.

It was clearly not the explanation you had expected; a disbelieving laugh escaped your lips: “Wait, you did what?”

“Yes?”, the brunette replied, her chocolate-brown eyes sparkling with amusement.

You both jumped slightly as Daphne’s voice chimed in: “I told you, you two look great on film. I still have those photos from our last day out.”

For a moment, you closed your eyes, recalling the picnic the goalkeeper had mentioned, one of those first warm days in a London park when everything felt lighter, the sun warming the grass beneath you. It had been clear then that you and Laia were in love. The memory brought you a sense of calm.

“What do you think, amor? Should we post Daphne’s pictures of us before the video comes out? No more hiding.”, you proposed your idea.

Your girlfriend agreed: “I think we should.”

On the flight home, night had already fallen, and the lights below twinkled like stars. You settled into your seat beside Laia, who was rewatching the video she’d recorded earlier.

“We have to save this, so our future children can see how cool we were.”, the Spaniard suggested with a grin.

Mariona, seated directly behind you, immediately protested: “You two might have been together longer than Lia and me, but you’re far too young to be thinking about kids!”

Her Swiss girlfriend nodded in agreement, chuckling: “Yes—no baby talk on this flight.”

“Alright, alright, we hear you. Katie, hand us the drink.”, you requested with a mischievous smile, glancing over at the Irish defender.

She shook her head and protectively covered her champagne bottle. “Nope, it’s mine.” “Katie.” “You girls can have it, she’s clearly had enough already.”, Caitlin cut in, smoothly taking the bottle from her girlfriend’s grasp.

“Rude.”, Katie muttered, pouting.

“Gracias.”,  Laia said brightly as you both took a sip of the golden liquid.

Smiling, Mariona raised her own glass:” Cheers, chicas.”

“Cheers,” Laia replied.

Suddenly, you stood up, your voice thick with emotion as you lifted your glass for a toast: “To a day we’ll hopefully never forget.”

“We won��t! This is historic!”, Leah yelled. Earlier, in the post-match huddle, she’d reminded everyone just how special this moment was for Arsenal.

Kim’s eyes glistened once more. She had given nearly seventeen years to the club when the midfielder first arrived, memories of their last European Cup win were still vivid. And now, they’d done it again.

“We made history today.”, she murmured softly.

Beth quickly pulled her into a hug.

“Don’t start crying again.”, she laughed.

“Shut up, Beffy. I’m not crying but you and Leah are.”, the captain protested, pointing at the two players.

Beth didn’t respond, just wiped at her glazed-over eyes.

Katie interrupted, raising her glass solemnly.

“Now it’s my turn. Tonight, we won through the power of friendship and lesbianism!”

It was such a ridiculous toast that the whole team burst into giggles. “You can’t say that!” Kim scolded with a smile. “Yes, I can,” Katie shot back, completely unfazed.

You knew they’d be bickering about this for a while, so you turned to Laia.

Her face was soft and full of love as she watched the other players.

“Our team…”, she whispered.

You smiled at her: “Yeah, I know. I love them too.”

“Yes,” Laia said, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your lips. “But I love you the most of all of them.”

You smiled against her lips, knowing this night would live in your heart forever, not just for the history you made, but for the people you made it with.

[wosospacegirl]

Needy - reader x Caitlin x Katie (+18)

Summary: Caitlin and Katie make Y/n feel better after a rough day

Warnings: (+18) - top!Caitlin and Katie, bottom!reader, cunnilingus etc, tit sucking in a non sexual way.

Word count: 1.3k

Based on this ask

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Katie and Caitlin finally had a day off from training, but unfortunately, Y/n wasn’t as lucky; she was out working and always came back from work very tired and stressed.

This time was no different.

Caitlin and Katie were lying on the couch, Katie tucked in between Caitlin's legs. Caitlin had her hand moving lazily over Katie's belly, caressing the skin gently while they waited for Y/n to get home so they could order something to eat and finally watch the new episode of a TV show they were all watching.

But Y/n had other plans.

When Y/n opened the door, she felt like all the weight on her shoulders had finally lifted. The familiar scent of Caitlin’s candles filled the room, warm and soft, and she noticed the fresh flowers Katie had brought home yesterday. Everything about the scene felt calm and safe.

Y/n felt at home–she could finally relax after a very long day of dealing with very stupid people and their very stupid demands.

Katie was the first to notice Y/n’s arrival. The girl smiled and lifted her arms, inviting Y/n to cuddle with them.

"Hey, pretty," Caitlin greeted, setting her phone aside and giving all her attention to Y/n, and quickly noticing how tired she looked. 

"Rough day?" Caitling asked, softness on her face.

Y/n just nodded, dropping her bag before practically collapsing on top of Katie, snuggling herself closer to her and giving gentle kisses to Katie's neck while Caitling placed a comforting hand on her back, tracing gentle patterns.

“Poor thing,” Caitling said, rubbing Y/n’s back in slow circles.

She loved smelling Katie's body wash, it was a pine scent, very different from Caitlin, who chose a sweeter smell, like strawberry and vanilla. 

"You’re so tense," Katie murmured, kissing the side of Y/n's head “We’ve told you to quit your job and let us take care of you.”

"Hmm, can’t do that..you know it," Y/n mumbled, putting her hands under Caitlin's shirt. "Just want kisses– I had a bad day."

"We can give you that," Katie said, slightly teasing. "Come here."

Y/n felt Katie's hand, cupping her face and bringing her lips together, her tongue dominating every inch of her mouth like she always did.

"Go kiss Caitlin now, baby," Katie said. “Be good for her.”

Y/n got on her knees and firmly placed her hands on either side of Caitlin's body while Katie was still under her.

Y/n kissed Caitlin, the Australian held the back of Y/n’s neck firmly, keeping her close and not letting her move her head. Katie then lifted Y/n shirt just enough so she could wrap her lips around Y/n’s nipple, sucking them eagerly.

Y/n moaned against Caitlin's mouth, but Caitlin didn't let her break the kiss. Instead, she deepened it, moving their tongue around. Y/n always felt a bit overwhelmed whenever the three had sex together, but it was a good type of overwhelmed.

She felt like she could just let go of everything because Caitlin and Katie would be there for her. When she was with them, she was taken care of.

They met all of her needs. She didn't even have to say it; she didn’t need to think about anything around, Y/n could just…be.

Katie quickly pulled Y/n’s pants from her body, the roughness of the action catching Y/n off guard. 

“Keep on kissing me, baby,” Catiling whispered against her mouth. “Katie will take care of you.”

Y/n obeyed, giving all of her attention to Caitlin.

Katie threw Y/n’s pants to the floor, grabbing Y/n’s hips and putting her mouth on Y/n’s already wet underwear.

“Hmm,” Y/n moaned, rolling her eyes and moving her hips against Katie’s mouth.

“Hey, focus on me,” Caitlin said sternly. “Not on Katie.”

Caitlin crashed their mouth together again, cupping Y/n’s face roughly as Katie ate her out through the damp fabric of underwear.

“So sweet,” Katie purred. “Got two sweet girls all to myself.”

Y/n was beginning to feel dizzy. Katie was slowly bringing her to an orgasm, but Caitlin didn’t allow her to stop kissing. It was like she didn’t have enough oxygen on her brain.

Caitlin abruptly stopped her kissing and brought her mouth to Y/n’s ear.

“Can you be good for me, baby?”

Y/n nodded desperately while practically riding Katie’s face, feeling her tongue sucking her needy clit like it was her most favourite thing in the world.

Caitlin took the hem of Y/n’s shirt and put it in her mouth, the fabric rough against her tongue. The cold air that met her breasts hardened her nipples.

“I’m gonna suck your tits, but you have to hold your shirt like that for me,” Karie said, a grin in her face. “Okay? Can you do that?”

Y/n nodded with big doe eyes, wanting nothing more than to cum.

“Good girl,” Caitling said as she grabbed Y/n’s waist and quickly began sucking one of her nipples while pinching the other. 

It was all too much. 

Y/n was gonna cum soon, she knew it, and so did both girls.

Katie, noticing how close Y/n was, put her underwear to the side and gently penetrated Y/n with her long index finger.

“Ugh,” Y/n moaned, moving her hips up and down on Katie’s finger.

Y/n mumbled something against the fabric of her shirt, the words muffled and impossible to make out. Katie could only guess what she was trying to say, but the desperate tone in her voice made it clear enough — Y/n wanted more.

Katie was in a good mood, so she did what Y/n wanted.

She added one finger, feeling Y/n’s needy walls welcoming them, and as Y/n’s hips buckled faster, she added a third.

“You’re stretching so well around my fingers today,” Katie teased. “What happened? Normally, you need some time to take all of me.”

Caitling took her mouth out of Y/n’s nipples and sucked on Y/n’s jaw, leaving a clear hickey on her skin. “She’s just so horny, Katie, she can’t help but accept everything we give her.”

“So dumb, so needy,” Katie said, thrusting her finger faster and deeper. “We need you to cum now baby, can you do that?”

Yn nodded again, wanting nothing more than to just let go.

“Cum on Katie’s fingers baby, do it,” Caitling whispered against her neck.

And it was all Y/n needed.

Y/n felt the typical wave of pleasure running through her body as Katie continued to thrust into her, helping her ride her orgasm.

Her body felt hot. Like was like there wasn’t enough air in the room for her to breathe. Her brain was dizzy, her body was warm and weak.

She fell on top of Caitlin and felt Katie retrieving her fingers and lying on her side. 

Y/n didn't know how much time had passed; all she knew was that she woke up moments later to Caitilin kissing her forehead.

“Hey sleepy,” she said tenderly. “You need to wake up now, need to eat something.”

Y/n buried her face on Caitlin’s chest, not wanting to get up any time soon.

When she noticed that Caitlin wasn’t wearing her shirt, Y/b quickly found her breasts, and wrapped her lips around one nipple, sucking on it, but not sexually.

Caitlin was used to it by now. Y/n always found comfort in sucking on her tits, she normally did it after a big orgasm or when she was feeling overwhelmed because of a rough day.

Today, Y/n experienced both things, so Caitlin wasn’t surprised when Y/n began sucking on it even harder, her other hand coming to cup on her other tit.

“Katie already cleaned you,” Caitlind said as she gently ran her hand through Y/n’s hair, watching as her cheeks hallowed and then relaxed while she sucked on her. “She’d gone downstairs now, getting our food.”

Y/n didn’t answer anything.

Right now, she just wanted Katie to be back so she could fully relax with her two girls.

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Notes: i had to add that ending becuase i'm a slut for tit sucking like casually just wrapping your lips around them?? like yeahh!!

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[alotofpockets]

All grown up | Alessia Russo x Irish Arsenal!Reader & McFoord x Platonic!Reader

Where you've been with the team since you were young and have always been seen as the baby of the group, even when you aren't the youngest by far, and the team finds out you've grown up when they figure out you're dating Alessia

Woso masterlist | Words: 1.6k

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When you first joined Arsenal, you were still a teenager, and quickly your nickname became “the baby” as you had been the youngest one on the team. Katie had taken you in when you made the move over from Ireland, you hadn’t played together a lot because she had a few years on you, but to have a fellow Irish around made you feel more at home. 

You were a shy kid, and had a tendency to follow Katie around, at least for the first few months that you were at the club. A lot had changed in all those years since, but you would always be seen as the baby of the group, even when you weren’t the youngest anymore by a long shot.

Moving out of Katie’s place hadn’t changed much to the dynamic the two of you had. The girl was like an older sister to you, and you still found yourself at her and Caitlin’s place more often than not. Besides the two of them, the team was your family away from family, and you could not be more grateful to have them in your life, but sometimes you would like to be treated like anything besides “the baby” of the group.

That is exactly what you found when Alessia joined Arsenal. It was refreshing to see someone treat you the way they treated the rest of the girls. Most girls that joined the team, easily fell into the rhythm of mothering you around, like you weren’t a grown adult yourself by now. Not Alessia though.

You had fallen into a different rhythm with her. She wanted to get to know you for you, and not the person everyone saw you as. It wasn’t long before the two of you fell for each other and started dating.

Together you decided to keep the relationship hidden from the rest of the team. You knew they would treat your relationship differently than any of the other girls starting one, and you didn’t want all the eyes that would be on you, to ruin what you and Alessia had started. 

“Hey Kiddo, are you still coming over for dinner tonight?” Caitlin asked with her arm around your shoulder on the way back to the locker room after practice. “Yeah, of course. You know I wouldn't miss it.” She patted your back and moved over to Katie.

You thought you and Alessia had been good at hiding your relationship. Making sure you were the last to leave training so you could slip into Alessia’s car unnoticed, but Beth had noticed how you would always take forever to get ready and had set her mind on figuring out what was going on. She dragged Steph to the side when they walked to their cars and explained her plan.

Together they watched you and Alessia walk out, happily chatting, and getting into Alessia’s car before driving off. After seeing this, she decided she was going to watch the two of you closely, to see if she could figure out what was going on.

When you arrived at Alessia’s apartment you immediately pulled her towards the couch to get in some much needed cuddles. “I hate having to keep my distance from you around the girls.” The blonde wrapped her arms around you and pulled you closer into her side. “I know, love. Have you given any more thought about telling them about us?”

You shook your head, “I don’t want what we have to change the moment everyone finds out. They are all so protective, all their eyes would be constantly on us, and I don’t want it to feel like our relationship is constantly being watched by the adults.” 

Alessia presses a long kiss to your forehead. She sighed softly while running her fingers through your hair. “I get it, they can be a lot. But you know that no matter what they say, I’m sticking around, right?” You smile and nod, “Yeah, I know.” You cuddle up to her further and start a movie.

Once the movie was finished, it was time to head over to Katie and Caitlin’s for dinner. “Want me to drive you home or to Katie’s?” Alessia asked as she got up and stretched her arms out. After checking the time, you opted for Katie’s. 

At a red light a couple blocks over, you took the time to kiss your girlfriend and thank her for driving you. So, when you got to Katie’s you got out of the car after another quick thank you, so neither Katie or Caitlin would see any of the couply stuff. 

And good thing you did, because the first thing Katie said as you entered the home was, “Was that Alessia’s car?” You froze for a split second, thinking she might be onto you. “Yeah, we were hanging out and she gave me a ride.”

Katie narrowed her eyes at you in suspicion, but didn’t press any further. “Alright, get in here Kiddo. Dinner is almost ready, and Cait is already complaining that I’m doing it wrong.” You chuckled as Caitlin’s voice rang out from the kitchen, “That’s because you are!” The tension you were feeling flooded away as soon as you stepped further into the home. 

After dinner, Katie insisted on driving you home to not let Alessia drive back and forth again. You knew that if you went against her offer, you would only be giving her signs that something was going on between you and Alessia, so you accepted the offer.

Once you got inside you called Alessia to fill her in and ask if she would still come over to your place. When she got there, you were pacing the living room. “Do you think she suspects something?” 

“I don’t know about Katie, but Beth and Steph are the ones I’m worried about.” Your head shot up. “Why?” Alessia sat down and shrugged. “Beth has been giving me these weird looks, like she’s trying to figure something out. And then when our eyes meet, she quickly starts chatting with Steph, and I don’t know, I just feel like they’re talking about us.”

Alessia realises she’s only worrying you more with what she’s saying, so she quickly gets up and moves her hands to your cheeks to get you to focus on her. “We can handle their teasing, and everything that they can throw our way. We’re going to be okay no matter what.” 

You take a deep breath. “No matter what.” You repeat her words. Alessia kisses you, before guiding you to your bedroom. “Now, let’s get some sleep.” 

The next day at lunch with the team, you sat between Caitlin and Alessia, with Katie, Beth, and Steph sat across from you. The atmosphere in the hall was great, conversations flowed easily at all the tables. 

Alessia’s knee brushed against yours and you were trying to focus on Katie’s words instead of the warm feeling that filled your body. Then all of a sudden Beth leaned forward with a sly smile, clearly ready to stir something. She looked directly at you, and you could feel your nerves kicking in instantly.

“So,” She began, looking from you to Alessia and back. “How long have the two of you been dating behind our backs?” The table went silent and the whole team was watching you after they heard your fork clatter on your plate.

“What?” You stammered, “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, don’t even try to deny it.” Beth smirked. “Steph and I saw you getting in the car with Alessia, looking a little too cosy if you ask me. We’ve all seen the way you two look at each other, and the lingering touches when you think we aren’t watching.”

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you were being called out in front of the whole time. “I- We-” You tried to form a coherent sentence, but you had seemingly forgotten how to form one, so you just sighed in defeat and nervously looked over to Katie.

She was leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed, you thought she was going to be mad, but then her smirk grew, matching that of Beth’s. “Well, well, our baby is all grown up.” Caitlin jumped in as well, “Guess that means we can double date now, huh?”

The whole room erupted into laughter and teasing comments. All you could do was sink lower into your seat, and bury your face in your hands. Alessia reached over to squeeze your leg under the table, trying to ground you amidst the chaos Beth’s comment had created. 

You leaned into her side and buried your face into her chest, blocking everyone from seeing your reddened cheeks. Eventually, Katie reached over and ruffled your hair. “Relax, Kiddo. We’re happy for you. Russo, you’re coming to dinner next time, alright?” The blonde nodded, not having spoken a word, too afraid to mess up herself. “Yeah, ehm, I’ll be there.” 

You finally looked up, and glanced around the room. Despite their teasing, you found nothing but love and support on the faces of your teammates. Maybe Alessia had been right, telling them wasn’t so bad after all.

“Come on, love birds,” Caitlin said as she got up and put a hand on both of your shoulders, “back to training.”

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[gpcwsl]

Leah Williamson x Reader

- Complete mess -

WC: 7.4k

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Warnings: long, kissing.

(Sorry for putting Leah as Captain for Arsenal, I know it’s Kimmy and I love Kim. Just for this Fiction, okay?)

The crisp afternoon air feels refreshing as you step onto the park path, your scarf wrapped snugly around your neck. It’s rare that you get a few hours to yourself, but with your mum looking after Ellie for the afternoon, you finally have a moment to breathe. You love your daughter more than anything, but between teaching, parenting, and making sure she never feels the absence of her father, you’re exhausted. A walk is exactly what you need.

You take a deep breath, allowing the cool air to clear your mind. The park is bustling, families with children running around, people walking their dogs, groups of friends chatting. You slip your hands into your coat pockets, lost in thought, when—

“Oof—sorry!”

You collide with someone, stumbling back slightly. Strong hands reach out to steady you, and when you look up, you find yourself face to face with none other than Leah Williamson.

“Oh my god,” you breathe, eyes widening. “You’re—”

Leah chuckles, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “Yeah, sorry about that. Wasn’t paying attention.”

You shake your head, still in slight disbelief. “No, it’s fine. My fault too, I wasn’t really looking where I was going.”

She smiles, and that’s when you notice she’s not alone. Behind her stand a few more familiar faces—some of the Arsenal women’s team. Beth Mead, Katie McCabe, and Caitlin Foord, all chatting amongst themselves but now watching the interaction with curiosity.

“You alright?” Leah asks, her gaze soft as she takes in your expression.

You nod quickly. “Yeah, just… a little surprised. I didn’t expect to bump into Arsenal’s captain on my walk.”

Leah grins. “Well, we were just grabbing a coffee before training. You a football fan?”

You let out a small laugh. “Yeah, actually. I teach, so I don’t always get to watch live, but my daughter and I love the game.”

At the mention of your daughter, Leah’s expression shifts slightly—interest flickering in her eyes. “You have a daughter?”

You nod. “Ellie. She’s seven. My parents are watching her for a few hours, so I thought I’d take a walk.”

Leah tilts her head. “That’s nice. Must be busy juggling work and parenting.”

You smile wryly. “That’s an understatement.”

Before Leah can respond, Katie steps closer, nudging her with her elbow. “You gonna introduce us, or are we just standing here like weirdos?”

Leah rolls her eyes but turns back to you. “This is Katie, Beth, and Caitlin.”

You greet them, feeling slightly overwhelmed but also oddly comfortable. They’re just normal people—albeit incredibly talented ones.

“You should come to a match sometime,” Beth suggests. “Bring Ellie. If she likes football, she’d love it.”

Leah nods in agreement. “Yeah, we can sort something out. Maybe even a little meet-and-greet after.”

Your heart warms at the thought. “That would be amazing. She’d be over the moon.”

Leah smiles, her gaze lingering on you for a second longer than necessary before she shifts, glancing back at the others. “We should probably get going, but it was nice bumping into you. Literally.”

You laugh. “Yeah, you too.”

As they walk away, Leah turns back one last time. “Hey—maybe I’ll see you around?”

You don’t miss the hopeful tone in her voice.

“Maybe,” you say, a small smile playing on your lips.

And for the first time in a long while, something stirs in your chest—something that feels an awful lot like excitement.

With a lingering smile on your lips, you watch Leah and the rest of the Arsenal team walk away before exhaling a quiet breath. That was unexpected. You weren’t exactly the kind of person to bump into football stars on your afternoon walks. Yet, there you were, brushing shoulders with Leah Williamson like it was nothing.

You shake your head, trying to push away the fluttering feeling in your stomach. It’s been a while since anyone made you feel like that—since anyone looked at you the way Leah did, even if it was just for a moment.

Still, you have time to yourself, and you intend to make the most of it. Your stomach rumbles slightly, reminding you that you hadn’t eaten much today. Glancing around, you spot a cozy-looking café on the corner. It seems inviting, with warm lighting and a few people inside, chatting over coffee and pastries.

Without hesitation, you head inside.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods wraps around you like a comforting embrace. You walk up to the counter, scanning the menu, before ordering a simple meal and a latte. As you wait, you feel the weight of a gaze on you—multiple, actually.

Unbeknownst to you, across the café, a certain group of footballers had chosen a table near the window. Leah, who had insisted they sit there in the first place, is completely distracted, her eyes fixed on you.

Katie notices first. “Alright, Leah, what’s with the staring?”

Leah blinks, as if she didn’t even realize she had been so obvious. She turns to her teammates, a slightly dazed expression on her face. “Did you see her?” she asks, as if it’s the most important question in the world.

Caitlin raises an eyebrow. “Yeah, mate. You literally ran into her.”

Leah shakes her head, leaning forward slightly. “No, but did you see her?”

Beth smirks, sipping her coffee. “You’re gonna have to be more specific, Captain.”

Leah exhales, running a hand through her hair. “Her eyes—did you see them? They’re unreal. And her features—like, how does someone look that effortlessly gorgeous? It’s unfair.”

Katie and Caitlin exchange amused glances.

“And her voice,” Leah continues, barely stopping for breath. “It’s so soft, but there’s something about it… like, I could listen to her talk all day. She just—” She sighs dramatically, shaking her head.

Beth snickers. “You’re actually down bad already.”

“I’m not—” Leah starts, but even she knows it’s a lie. She glances back at you, watching as you take your coffee and meal to a small table by the window, oblivious to the attention you’re getting. The way you tuck your hair behind your ear, the way your lips curl slightly when you take a sip of your drink—it’s all making Leah feel something she hadn’t expected.

Katie nudges her. “You should go talk to her again.”

Leah scoffs, though there’s a faint pink tint to her cheeks. “And say what? ‘Hey, I know we just met, but I think you might actually be the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen’?”

Caitlin laughs. “Honestly, that might work.”

Beth shrugs. “Or, you know, you could just casually bump into her again. Since you’re so good at that.”

Leah rolls her eyes but doesn’t look away from you.

Because as much as she pretends otherwise, she already knows—this isn’t the last time she wants to see you.

You take a slow sip of your latte, letting the warmth settle inside you. It’s been a while since you’ve had a moment like this—just you, a quiet café, and no responsibilities tugging at your sleeve. But something tingles at the back of your mind, a feeling like you’re being watched.

Curious, you glance up, letting your gaze drift around the café. That’s when you spot them.

Leah and her teammates.

All of them are at a table near the window, and while Beth, Katie, and Caitlin are watching with amused grins, Leah is different. She’s frozen, eyes locked onto yours, a slight deer-in-headlights look on her face.

For a moment, you’re caught off guard. Then, unable to help yourself, you offer a small wave, just a polite acknowledgment before turning back to your food.

Leah, however, doesn’t recover so quickly.

The second you wave, her entire body tenses. Then, as if her brain has only just caught up, her face flushes—deeply. She abruptly looks away, running a hand through her hair as if that will somehow cool down the sudden heat rushing to her face.

“Oh my God,” Katie cackles, nearly choking on her drink. “Leah. You’re actually blushing.”

Beth leans in, grinning. “That was so cute. She caught you staring, and instead of playing it cool, you turned into a human tomato.”

Leah exhales sharply, pressing her hands to her face for a second before dropping them. “Shut up.”

Caitlin smirks. “Breathe, mate. You’re looking a little overwhelmed there.”

Leah straightens, taking a deep breath as if it’ll help. It doesn’t. “I was not staring.”

Beth raises an eyebrow. “Right, and I’m not sitting here watching you have a full meltdown because she waved at you.”

Leah groans, resting her elbow on the table and dropping her face into her hand. “I hate you all.”

Leah peeks through her fingers, sneaking another glance in your direction. You’re focused on your food again, seemingly unbothered, but Leah’s mind is still spinning.

“She’s just…” Leah exhales, still pink in the face. “Really beautiful.”

Beth grins. “Yeah, we got that part.”

Caitlin nudges Leah’s foot under the table. “You gonna talk to her, or just keep embarrassing yourself from a distance?”

Leah huffs but doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she watches you, a small, almost shy smile creeping onto her lips.

Because, if she’s being honest, she’s already hoping for another chance to speak to you again.

The café is warm, but you know it’s time to go. You glance at your phone, checking the time. Still a little while before you need to pick up Ellie, but you’d rather take your time walking back.

Standing up, the chair scrapes loudly against the floor, breaking the quiet hum of conversation. Across the room, Leah looks up immediately, as if instinctively drawn to the sound. Her eyes track your movements as you push the chair back into place, gather your things, and head toward the bin in the corner to dispose of your rubbish.

And yet, without even trying, you do things that make Leah’s brain short-circuit.

The way you tuck your hair behind your ear while holding your bag. The casual way your fingers glide along the strap as you adjust it on your shoulder. The soft sigh you let out—like you’re lost in thought, unaware of the effect you’re having on her.

Leah swallows hard. God, she’s actually unreal.

Beth notices the way Leah is practically enchanted by you and smirks. She glances at Katie and Caitlin, exchanging a silent agreement before—

Shove.

Leah stumbles forward, nearly tripping over her own feet as she’s quite literally pushed in your direction.

“What the—” she starts, whipping her head back to glare at them, but it’s too late.

You’re already by the door, and now she’s standing right behind you.

You pause, sensing someone close, and turn—only to find Leah Williamson, cheeks slightly pink, looking… nervous?

You blink, surprised. “Leah?”

Leah clears her throat, forcing herself to hold eye contact despite the absolute chaos inside her head. “Uh—hi.”

You tilt your head slightly, amused. “Hi?”

Behind her, Beth is barely containing her laughter. Katie is grinning like an idiot. Caitlin is watching like this is the best entertainment she’s had in weeks.

Leah is so out of her depth. The fearless, confident player who commands the pitch like it’s her second home? She’s gone. What remains is a flustered, slightly panicked woman who desperately wants to get this right.

“I, um…” Leah rubs the back of her neck, eyes darting everywhere but at you. “I was just wondering if—uh—” She exhales sharply, shaking her head at herself. “Okay, this is embarrassing.”

You chuckle softly, and the sound makes Leah’s stomach do something weird.

“You okay there?” you ask, smiling, completely unaware of the absolute mess you’re making of her.

Leah straightens, trying to compose herself. “Yeah. Yeah, I just…” She takes a deep breath. Come on, Williamson, get it together.

She meets your eyes—God, those eyes—and blurts out, “Can I have your number?”

It’s not smooth. It’s not charming. In fact, it’s probably the most awkward she’s ever been.

But instead of laughing at her, you seem pleasantly surprised. “Oh,” you say, lips curling in a way that makes Leah’s brain melt. “Yeah, sure.”

She blinks. “Wait, really?”

You laugh again, pulling out your phone. “Yes, really.”

Leah quickly fumbles for her own phone, hands slightly shaky as she hands it to you. You type in your number, saving it before passing it back.

“There,” you say. “Now you can awkwardly text me later too.”

Leah groans, covering her face with her hand for a second. “I am never living this down.”

“Nope,” you tease, stepping back toward the door. “But it was cute.”

Leah nearly dies on the spot.

Beth, Katie, and Caitlin are losing their minds in the background, but Leah doesn’t care. Because you just called her cute.

As you push open the door, you glance back at her one last time. “Talk soon, Leah.”

And with that, you’re gone, leaving Leah standing there, heart pounding, phone clutched in her hand like it’s the most valuable thing she owns.

Katie claps her on the back. “Well, that was painful to watch.”

Beth smirks. “But adorable.”

Caitlin sips her coffee. “She totally likes you.”

Leah barely hears them. She’s too busy staring at your name in her contacts, already smiling like an idiot.

Hours later, you find yourself back at your parents’ house. The warmth of home surrounds you—the comforting hum of the kettle boiling, the faint scent of whatever your mum is preparing for dinner, and the familiar laughter of Ellie as she plays with her granddad.

Ellie, of course, doesn’t want to leave just yet.

“Can I stay a little longer, Mum?” she asks, her big, hopeful eyes looking up at you. “Granddad said he might take me to the park!”

You glance toward your dad, who grins and nods. “I did promise, didn’t I?”

You chuckle, ruffling Ellie’s hair. “Alright, but don’t keep him running around too much.”

“No promises!” Ellie grins before grabbing her granddad’s hand and dragging him toward the door. “Come on, Granddad!”

Your mum shakes her head fondly, wiping her hands on a dish towel. “That child has too much energy.”

“I wonder where she gets it from,” you tease, but your mum just waves you off.

You step forward. “I can help with dinner if you want?”

Your mum scoffs, gently pushing you toward the living room. “Absolutely not. You had a break today—enjoy it.”

You sigh but smile nonetheless. “Alright, alright.”

With that, you make your way to the couch, sinking into the cushions with a satisfied exhale. It’s nice to just… sit for a moment.

Then, your phone buzzes.

You glance down at it, unlocking the screen, and your lips twitch at the name that appears.

Leah Williamson.

There’s something about the way the text is structured—the slightly uneven spacing, the hesitation in her words—that tells you one thing immediately: she’s nervous.

Leah: Hey… um, so I know I was kinda awkward earlier. Like, really awkward. But I swear I’m usually a lot cooler than that. Okay, maybe not ‘cool,’ but, like… not a complete mess. I just—ugh. Anyway, what I’m trying to say is… hi? How’s your evening?

You bite your lip to suppress a laugh. You can see her overthinking, can imagine her running a hand through her hair while sending this.

Smiling to yourself, you type out a reply.

You: Hi, Leah :) My evening’s been good. Back at my parents’ house. My daughter wanted to stay with them a little longer. Also… you were cute earlier, if that helps your ‘not a complete mess’ argument.

The response is immediate.

Leah: Oh my God, you’re actually trying to kill me.

You grin, feeling an unexpected warmth spread in your chest.

This was going to be fun.

Leah stares at her phone, rereading your last message for what has to be the fifth time.

Cute. You called her cute.

She exhales sharply, running a hand down her face before gripping her phone tighter. Get it together, Williamson.

The first few texts were rough. She was fully prepared for Beth, Katie, or Caitlin to somehow get a hold of her phone and roast her for them later. But now? Now, she’s finally found a rhythm.

Still flustered as hell, still nervous, but at least she’s stopped typing and deleting every message five times before sending it.

Leah: You can’t just say stuff like that. It’s dangerous.

You: Dangerous?

Leah: Yes. Extremely. I could’ve dropped my phone. Or walked into a wall. Life-threatening, really.

She barely has a second to breathe before you respond.

You: Maybe I should warn you next time then? “Hey Leah, I’m about to say something that’ll make you spiral. Brace yourself.”

Leah groans, flopping back onto her bed. She’s grinning like an idiot, and she knows it.

Leah: Yes, please. That would be helpful. I have a fragile heart.

You: I feel like that’s a lie. You don’t seem fragile at all.

Leah huffs out a quiet laugh. If only you knew.

Leah: You might be surprised.

She hesitates for a second before adding:

Leah: I’m glad you texted me back, though.

Her heart beats a little faster as she waits for your reply.

You: Of course I did. I was hoping you’d text me first.

Leah swears her brain short-circuits.

She doesn’t hesitate this time.

Leah: Yeah?

You: Yeah :)

She exhales, running a hand through her hair, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips.

Maybe this wasn’t so terrifying after all.

You’ve been texting Leah for almost an hour now, and honestly? You’re having way too much fun. You never imagined a simple conversation could make you smile like this, but here you are, grinning at your phone like a teenager with a crush.

It’s easy to forget the world around you when the text bubble from Leah pops up with each new message, each one a bit bolder than the last. The earlier awkwardness is fading—Leah’s still a little nervous, but her messages are smoother now, more confident.

But before you can respond, you hear the sound of footsteps approaching from the front door, followed by Ellie’s excited voice.

“We’re back, Mum!”

You glance up, blinking a little as you pull yourself back from the text conversation.

Ellie runs into the living room, her cheeks flushed from the cool air and the excitement of the park. Your dad follows, grinning and shaking his head at her.

“Had a good time?” you ask, watching as Ellie practically bounces on her toes.

“The best! Granddad showed me how to climb the big tree!” Ellie exclaims, her face beaming.

You smile and ruffle her hair. “That sounds fun. Now, how about we get dinner started?”

Ellie groans dramatically, though it’s clear she’s still got energy to burn. “Do I have to? I want to go out again.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Dinner first. Then we’ll talk about anything else.”

Your dad chuckles, heading into the kitchen to help your mum. The house feels like it’s settling back into its rhythm, and you can’t help but feel content.

But then, you glance at your phone again. Leah’s name still lights up the screen, and the conversation has slowed to a lull, almost like she’s waiting for you to say something.

With a sigh, you tap out a message, knowing you should wrap it up.

You: I have to go now, Leah. Dinner’s on the table and I’m needed. But I’ll talk to you soon, okay?

A few seconds pass, and you can practically hear Leah’s internal panic.

Leah: Yeah, of course. Enjoy dinner with your family. And, uh… we’ll talk soon, yeah?

You can’t help but smile.

You: Definitely. Take care, Leah.

Leah: You too. Talk soon.

You put your phone down, a small sigh escaping you as you settle back into the present moment. It’s strange how something so simple—just texting someone—could make you feel this way. But you already know one thing for sure: this won’t be the last time you hear from Leah. And you’re definitely looking forward to what comes next.

Leah stares at her phone, her heart still racing slightly. She can’t help but giggle to herself, her fingers hovering over the screen as she rereads your last message for the third time.

Talk soon.

The simple phrase should be innocent enough, but coming from you… it feels like a promise. She’s not sure why, but there’s something about the way you text her that makes everything feel like it matters a little more than it probably should.

She leans back against her pillows, a soft smile still plastered on her face, completely oblivious to the teasing going on in the background.

“I swear, you’re like a giddy schoolgirl,” Beth says, watching her from across the room with a raised eyebrow.

Leah rolls her eyes, but the smile doesn’t fade. “I’m not. I’m just—” She stammers, trying to form an excuse, but there’s no way around it. “Okay, fine. Maybe I am.”

Katie grins. “I knew it. You’ve totally got a crush on her, don’t you?”

Leah feels the warmth in her cheeks as she presses her phone against her face, hiding the full extent of her embarrassment. “It’s not like that,” she mutters, though even she knows it’s a total lie.

But then she thinks back to your texts, the way you’d signed off with that little “talk soon,” and her heart flutters all over again. She lets out a soft sigh, giggling to herself.

Maybe she was a little giddy.

“Alright, alright,” Beth teases. “We get it. You’re smitten.”

Leah gives them both a pointed glare, but it’s half-hearted. She can’t help it. They’re right.

“I don’t even care,” Leah says, still smiling. “I like her. Is that such a crime?”

Katie shakes her head, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Nope. Not a crime at all.”

Leah can’t wipe the grin off her face as she types another message to you, letting her nerves settle. She’s still a little unsure of where this might go, but for the first time in a long time, she’s excited about the possibilities.

Leah: Talk soon, yeah? And just so you know… you’ve definitely got me smiling.

As she hits send, she can’t help but giggle again, imagining what your response might be. For once, she’s not afraid of the unknown. Instead, she’s looking forward to it.

The next morning, after a quick breakfast, you find yourself in the car, driving Ellie to school. Her excitement from the park yesterday still hasn’t worn off, and she chatters away in the passenger seat, recounting every detail of her adventure with her granddad.

“Granddad said we could go next week, too!” Ellie says with a grin, glancing at you.

You chuckle. “Sounds like a good plan. Just don’t climb too many trees, okay? I don’t want to be picking you up from the nurse’s office again.”

Ellie rolls her eyes but laughs, knowing full well that’s not a likely scenario.

Once you drop Ellie off at the school gate, you wave her off and watch as she runs to meet her friends. As she disappears inside, you take a moment to breathe. The school has exams today, which means you have the day off from work—something you haven’t had in a while.

You lean back in the car, considering your options for the day. A part of you wonders if you should just enjoy the quiet, catch up on some errands, maybe even grab a coffee or read a book. But then, your phone buzzes in your pocket.

You pull it out and unlock the screen, instantly seeing the message you received from Leah last night. Talk soon, yeah? And just so you know… you’ve definitely got me smiling.

You smile at the memory of the conversation.

Without much hesitation, you open the messaging app and start typing, wondering if Leah might be free for a bit of company today.

You: Hey, Leah. I’ve got the day off—are you free, or are you training?

You wait for a few seconds, tapping your fingers on the steering wheel. You’re not sure what you’re expecting—maybe she’s busy, maybe she’ll be all tied up with team obligations. But when the little three dots appear and then her message comes through, you feel a flutter of excitement in your chest.

Leah: I’m actually free! No training today. Got a couple of hours before I have to meet up with the team later.

You pause for a second, the words feeling lighter than they did yesterday, as if there’s less uncertainty now.

You: Nice. Want to grab a coffee or something?

It doesn’t take long before Leah replies.

Leah: Yes! I know a place we can go. I’ll send you the address in a sec. Can’t wait to see you again.

You can’t help but smile, a warmth spreading through you. It’s subtle, but you can tell there’s a shift, a little more ease in her words now.

You: Looking forward to it.

You quickly put your phone down, starting the car and making your way to the café Leah suggested. The thought of spending time with her—after everything, after the teasing, the conversations—is something you find yourself looking forward to more than you realized.

You arrive at the café Leah suggested, a cozy spot tucked away in a quieter part of town. As you step inside, your eyes scan the room until they land on her—Leah, sitting at a small table by the window. She’s already a little red in the face, her posture a mix of confidence and a touch of uncertainty. As soon as she sees you, her face lights up, and she stands up quickly, almost knocking over her coffee in the process.

“Hey!” she greets, her voice a little higher than usual, but her smile is warm. “I’m so glad you could make it.”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” you reply with a grin, walking over to her table.

She pulls out the chair for you, and you sit down, feeling an odd combination of nervousness and excitement. There’s something about being with Leah in person that makes the butterflies in your stomach take flight. The small talk you had yesterday feels like a world away.

“So, you like this place?” Leah asks, trying to keep things light but you can tell she’s still a little on edge.

You nod, glancing around at the cozy atmosphere. “Yeah, it’s cute. I’ve passed it a few times, but never had the chance to stop in.”

“Good choice then,” Leah says, her fingers tapping nervously on her coffee cup. “I… uh… ordered for you already. Hope you don’t mind. I guessed cappuccino, but I could’ve gotten it wrong.”

You smile. “No, you guessed right. I’m a fan of cappuccinos.”

Leah visibly relaxes, the tension easing from her shoulders. She takes a deep breath and glances at you, still shy but with more confidence than before.

“So, tell me about Ellie,” Leah says, her voice soft. “She must be… well, she must be everything to you.”

You smile fondly, thinking of Ellie. “Yeah, she is. She’s smart, sassy, and always keeping me on my toes. She’s my little partner in crime.”

Leah’s smile is sincere. “I can tell you’re close. It’s nice, having that kind of bond.”

You nod. “Family’s everything, you know? It’s not always easy, but it’s worth it.”

Leah looks down at her coffee, as if pondering something. “I can understand that. My family… well, we’re kind of scattered. My dad and I haven’t been close in years. I guess you could say I’m not the best at family stuff.” (I know Leah is very close with her family just pretend for this okay, thanks.)

You tilt your head, curious. “Do you want to talk about it? If you’re comfortable, of course.”

Leah hesitates for a moment, then shakes her head lightly. “Maybe not yet. It’s just… complicated, I guess.”

You nod, understanding. “I get that. Family can be messy sometimes.”

There’s a pause, a soft silence between you as you both sip your coffee. But then, Leah seems to gather her thoughts, her eyes meeting yours with a playful glint.

“So,” she begins, shifting in her seat, “if you don’t mind me asking… are you seeing anyone right now?”

The question catches you off guard for a moment. It’s casual enough, but there’s a hint of curiosity in Leah’s voice. You take a moment before answering, trying to gauge the vibe between you.

“No,” you answer with a smile. “I’m not seeing anyone. It’s been a while, actually. And I’ve been focused on Ellie more than anything.”

Leah’s eyes brighten a little, but she quickly hides her reaction behind a sip of her coffee. “Same here,” she admits, her tone a little more guarded. “I mean, I’ve been focused on football and… well, you know, the team. But I guess, it’s… it’s hard sometimes. Being single, I mean.”

You raise an eyebrow, a little surprised. “Really? I would’ve thought someone like you wouldn’t have a hard time with that.”

Leah chuckles, her cheeks flushing slightly. “You’d think, right? But it’s not always as easy as it looks.”

There’s an awkward pause, but this time it feels less tense. Instead, it’s more like you’re both getting to know each other in a way that feels… real.

Leah shifts again, leaning forward just a little. “So… if you don’t mind me asking, do you think I’m… I don’t know, someone you’d want to see again? Not that I’m trying to put any pressure on you or anything, just… curious.”

You smile, feeling the warmth of her vulnerability. “I definitely wouldn’t mind seeing you again, Leah.”

Her eyes widen slightly, as if she wasn’t expecting you to say that. Then, she laughs, a bit of nervous energy spilling out. “Good. Because, um, I think I’d like that too.”

You both sit there for a moment, letting the quiet settle between you. Leah seems more comfortable now, more herself. And for the first time, you realize that this might not just be a casual coffee between two people who bumped into each other. It feels like the beginning of something… something you both are unsure about, but excited to explore.

As the conversation slows, Leah seems to hesitate for a moment, like she’s considering something. Then, with a soft exhale, she looks at you with a hint of a playful smile.

“So… I was thinking,” she starts, her voice a little more tentative than before. “If you’re up for it, we could go back to mine and watch a movie. I mean, if you don’t have anything else planned?”

You smile, intrigued by the idea. “That sounds nice. I’d like that.”

Leah’s face lights up, and she gestures toward the door, clearly relieved. “Great! It’s not much, but it’s home.”

The two of you step outside, and after a short drive, you find yourselves at Leah’s house. It’s quieter here, tucked away in a suburban neighborhood that feels worlds away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Leah unlocks the door, and you follow her inside, your eyes scanning the cozy living room. The faint scent of coffee and something sweet fills the air.

She tosses her keys onto the side table and looks over at you. “Make yourself comfortable,” she says, pointing to the couch. “I’ll grab some snacks.”

You sit down, the soft cushions sinking under you as you take in the space. It’s simple, but warm. Homey, in a way. You pull your legs up on the couch, settling into the corner.

Leah returns with a bowl of popcorn, a couple of drinks, and a small grin on her face. “I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I grabbed a little bit of everything.”

You smile as she hands you a drink. “Thanks. This is perfect.”

Leah starts the movie, something lighthearted and funny, the kind of film that makes you laugh without needing to think too much. For a while, you’re both just immersed in the movie, the sound of laughter filling the space. But as the film progresses, you feel a subtle shift in the air between you two.

You shift slightly on the couch, unconsciously leaning toward Leah. Without realizing it, you end up curling up a little closer to her, your head resting lightly on her shoulder. You can feel the warmth radiating from her body, her presence somehow grounding and comforting. It feels natural—nothing too forward, just two people getting lost in the moment.

Leah freezes for a split second, then lets out a soft breath. You don’t notice at first, too wrapped up in the movie and the closeness, but then you feel her tense up. You glance up at her, only to find her staring ahead at the screen, but her cheeks are flushed, and her grip on the popcorn bowl has loosened just a little.

You smile to yourself, unaware of how much of an effect you’re having on her. The weight of your head resting against her shoulder seems to be making her a mess—her breathing slightly heavier, her hand shaking as it hovers near the popcorn. She’s trying to focus on the movie, but it’s clear she’s struggling to keep herself together.

You let out a small sigh of contentment, still feeling relaxed and at ease in her presence. But Leah, on the other hand, seems to be quietly losing her composure. Her heart races under the calm exterior she’s desperately trying to maintain.

At one point, she pauses the movie, the silence between you two becoming more palpable.

“Are you… okay?” you ask softly, not fully aware of what you might have done to make her so flustered.

Leah lets out a shaky laugh, her voice lower than usual. “Yeah. Just… didn’t expect you to cuddle in like that.”

You blink, surprised by her reaction. “Oh. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I—”

“No!” Leah quickly interrupts, her hands raised in reassurance. “No, it’s not that. It’s just… you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”

You can’t help but laugh a little, feeling a rush of warmth flood your chest at her honesty. “I’m just… relaxing,” you say, trying to brush it off casually.

But Leah is anything but relaxed. She glances down at you, her eyes soft but filled with something more intense now. She swallows hard, as if trying to calm her racing thoughts.

“Well,” she says slowly, almost like she’s testing the waters, “just so you know… if you keep doing that… you might just make me completely lose it.”

You raise an eyebrow at her words, still blissfully unaware of how deeply you’ve affected her. But the playful glint in her eyes makes your heart skip a beat. You never expected to have this kind of effect on her, but here you are—both of you caught in a moment that neither of you seem ready to pull away from.

You don’t move away, instead, just relaxing deeper into her side, the movie playing on in the background, but the space between you both has shifted. It’s no longer just a casual hangout. It’s something else.

The movie ends, and the credits start to roll, but the atmosphere between us feels like it’s suspended in time. My heart is racing, but I’m trying to keep it together. The moment you cuddled up to me on the couch, I knew I was in trouble. Every inch of my body is on fire, my mind clouded with thoughts of you—of how close you are, how effortlessly comfortable you make me feel, even when I’m a complete mess inside.

I glance at the clock, and my heart sinks a little. It’s almost time to pick up Ellie.

You stretch out slightly, moving away from me just a little as you let out a soft sigh. “I should probably go,” you say, your voice calm, but I can hear the hint of reluctance in it, too.

I nod, trying to ignore the fact that the thought of you leaving is… well, it makes my chest tighten. “Yeah, I guess it’s getting late.”

We both stand up, and I walk you to the door, each step feeling heavier than the last. The closer we get to the door, the more aware I am of how close we are, of how my heart won’t stop pounding in my chest. I can feel the heat radiating from you, and it makes my mind spin.

I reach for the door handle, but when I look over at you, it’s like the world slows down. You’re standing there, looking at me, but there’s something different in your eyes—a softness, a warmth. And I feel it. The pull. The connection.

We’re standing so close now, and I can’t help but notice the way your breath catches just slightly, your chest rising and falling with each breath, just like mine. The tension is thick in the air, and I can feel it in every inch of my body. I don’t know what to do, but I can’t stop myself from feeling drawn to you.

I bite my lip nervously, my eyes flicking from your lips to your eyes, trying to figure out if I’m reading this right. “So…” I say, my voice barely above a whisper, “What do you want to do now?”

You don’t answer right away. Instead, there’s a moment of silence, where everything else fades away. Then, before I can even process it, you step closer, your eyes locked on mine.

And just like that, you lean in.

Your lips press softly against mine, the kiss gentle at first, as if testing the waters. But then, it deepens, just a little, and I feel the spark. I’m frozen for a split second, completely caught off guard by how natural it feels, how perfectly your lips fit against mine.

It’s a long kiss, one that feels like it’s suspended in time, each second stretching on, lingering in a way that makes my heart race even faster. I can feel the warmth of your body, the slight pressure of your hands, your scent filling my senses, and suddenly nothing else matters.

When we finally pull away, we both stand there, breathless. My pulse is pounding, my chest heaving. For a second, I’m too stunned to speak, too caught up in what just happened. The kiss wasn’t just a fleeting thing—it was something real, something more than either of us had expected.

You smile softly at me, and I can’t help but smile back, feeling the same warmth that’s been radiating between us all afternoon.

“Wow,” I whisper, my voice still a little shaky. “That… that was…” I trail off, still a little stunned by what just happened.

You grin, your eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and something else—something I can’t quite place. “Yeah. I guess I wanted to do that for a while.”

I chuckle softly, still not fully processing everything. “Well, I’m glad you did.”

As I watch you turn to leave, I can’t help but feel a sense of longing. Something’s shifted between us, and I don’t know where this is going, but for the first time in a while, I don’t feel scared about it.

I stand in the doorway, watching you go, my heart still racing in my chest. What just happened felt like the beginning of something, and I can’t wait to see where it leads.

After training, your phone buzzes with a message from Leah. Her text is simple yet carries a weight of unspoken words:

“Hey, would love to spend more time with you today. Are you free?”

A smile tugs at your lips as you read her message. The connection between you two has been undeniable, and the thought of spending more time together fills you with warmth.

You quickly type a response:

“I’d love that. Let me check with my parents to see if they can look after Ellie.”

You call your parents, explaining the situation. They agree to take care of Ellie for the day, though you sense a hint of curiosity in their voices. They don’t press further, but you can tell they’re a bit suspicious.

With everything set, you head over to Leah’s house. As you arrive, she greets you with a warm smile, her eyes lighting up at the sight of you.

Inside, you both settle into the kitchen, the familiar scent of coffee and something sweet in the air. The conversation flows easily, laughter and shared stories filling the space between you.

After a few minutes, Leah’s demeanor shifts. She becomes a bit more reserved, her eyes occasionally meeting yours before quickly looking away. You notice her hands fidgeting with the edge of her sleeve, a subtle sign of her nervousness.

Sensing her hesitation, you decide to bridge the gap. You gently reach out, placing your hand over hers. Her breath catches, and she looks up at you, her eyes searching yours for reassurance.

With a soft smile, you lean in, closing the distance between you. Leah’s eyes flutter closed as your lips meet in a gentle kiss. The world seems to pause around you, the only sound being the soft rhythm of your breathing.

As the kiss deepens, you feel a surge of emotion, a connection that feels both new and familiar. Leah’s hands find their way to your waist, pulling you closer, and you respond in kind, your arms wrapping around her.

The kiss is tender yet filled with unspoken promises, a silent acknowledgment of the bond you’re beginning to explore together. When you finally pull away, both of you are breathless, a shared smile playing on your lips.

Leah rests her forehead against yours, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” she admits, her cheeks flushed with a mix of excitement and vulnerability.

You chuckle softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “Me too,” you reply, your heart swelling with affection.

As you stand there, wrapped in each other’s arms, you realize that this is just the beginning of something beautiful. The future feels uncertain, but with Leah by your side, you’re ready to face whatever comes next.

It’s been a few weeks since that first kiss, and every moment with you feels like a dream I never want to wake up from. Our time together has been filled with laughter, shared stories, and a connection that feels deeper than anything I’ve ever experienced. But there’s something I’ve been holding back, something I can’t keep to myself any longer.

We’re sitting on the couch in my living room, a movie playing softly in the background, though neither of us is paying much attention. Your head rests on my shoulder, and I can feel the steady rhythm of your breathing. I gently brush a strand of hair from your face, my fingers lingering on your skin.

“Hey,” I say softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

You look up at me, your eyes warm and inviting. “Yeah?”

I take a deep breath, gathering my courage. “I… I’ve been thinking about us. About how much you mean to me. And I don’t want to keep pretending that I’m not completely in love with you.”

Your eyes widen slightly, and I can see the surprise and joy in them. You sit up, turning to face me fully. “Leah…”

I reach for your hand, holding it gently in mine. “I know we’ve been taking things slow, and I don’t want to rush anything. But I can’t imagine my life without you in it. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is… will you be my girlfriend?”

A smile spreads across your face, and your eyes sparkle with happiness. “Yes,” you say, your voice filled with emotion. “Yes, I will.”

I pull you into a tight embrace, my heart swelling with happiness. “I promise I’ll make you the happiest person alive,” I whisper.

You pull back slightly, looking into my eyes. “You already do,” you reply, your voice filled with sincerity.

We share a tender kiss, sealing the promise of our future together.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Mimic IV

McFoord x Toddler!Reader

Summary: You're a little menace with Katie

"So," Caitlin asks as she relaxes back on the bed," How is my sweet baby doing?"

Katie looks away from her phone screen to see you seated in the ensuite bathroom, shaking your water bottle over the toilet paper that you've completely unwound.

"Er...she's...She's alright."

"She's being good? Nice?"

Katie can distinctly remember you throwing your breakfast at her this morning and then screeching in her face when she tried to tell you off.

"Yeah," She lies," So good and so nice."

"And she's making sure that she's including everyone in her playing?"

Katie winces when she remembers that you'd started pushing Courtney away any time that she tried to join in on the game of tag that had been arranged for you after training.

"She's...working on it?"

You're absolutely not working on it but Katie isn't about to admit that.

"Can I talk to her?"

"Yeah, one sec." Katie mutes her phone, placing it down on her blankets as she moves to grab you. "Hey, you. Come over here."

You stare blankly at her from your spot in the middle of the bathroom. The toilet paper is all strewn around you, practically wet mulch after you've emptied the contents of your water bottle onto it.

"Come on, you little gremlin. Come here."

You bum shuffle back into your pile of paper mulch and Katie winces a little, knowing that she's now going to have to change you into a different pair of pyjamas before putting you down to sleep.

"Come on. Come here."

Katie's arms are stretched outwards to you, trying to draw you closer by wiggling her fingers.

"Come on."

You pull a face at her, features all twisted up in disgust as you look at her and you grab a handful of mulch to throw. It doesn't get very far and lands with a kind of undignified squelch on the floor between the both of you.

Katie rolls her eyes. "I...You know what? Never mind."

She sweeps you up into her arms again before you can throw something at her again.

"We're going to have a talk with Mummy, alright?"

Your face noticeably changes at the mention of Caitlin, a wide gummy smile appearing on your face as you kick your legs happily. You manage to get even happier when you see Caitlin on the screen, trying to reach out for her and press kisses onto Katie's phone.

"What is it with you, huh?" Katie teases you that evening as she tucks you into your bed," Complete menace for me but Caitlin's little angel? I don't know who you think you're fooling. She already knows what you're like."

It's a bit like when you turn into a complete little angel when the rest of the family are around too. At home, you continue with your menace behaviours like chasing the cats or pushing things off countertops or digging holes in the garden for someone to accidentally trip over. But as soon as someone who doesn't usually visits, comes around it's like you're trying to show them that you're really a little sweetheart who doesn't have a mean bone in your body.

It makes Katie look particularly silly to her parents when she's complained to them about you dropping your toys into the toilet to cause a blockage but then they come around and all you seem to want is affection from them - no hint of your snapping teeth or angry little limbs.

The change in the behaviour only seems to be with family though because you have no issue with being your usual menace self with the girls on the team.

Something that Katie is acutely aware of as she watches you try to tackle Denise, trying to force her to the ground with all of your toddler strength.

"You can just tell her to stop!" Katie calls over," Or put her back on the leash!"

"It's fine!" Denise says, standing firm even as you try to shoulder barge her to the ground," It's kind of like a kitten trying to fight."

"Not a kitten!" You deny," I...I big an' scary!"

"So big and scary," Denise laughs as she pats your head," Like a little baby wildcat."

You frown as you try to work out if that's Denise calling you a kitten again just in a different way but in the end, you can't be bothered to think about it anymore as you try to push her over even harder than before.

"You might end up with bruises," Katie warns her," Just put her on the leash. I promise, it won't hurt her feelings."

"I'm fine, really." Denise waves away her concerns. "This little one isn't causing any problems."

"Are you sure?" A distinctly not-Irish says from behind Katie," Because she's got a way of starting problems before you know it."

Katie didn't even get the chance to turn away before you'd announced the newcomer.

"Mummy! Mummy! Mummy, I miss you!"

You abandon whatever you were trying to do with Denise to go toddling straight over to Caitlin, who kneels down with her arms out to welcome you.

"Mummy! Mummy!"

"Well hi there, sweet girl," Caitlin coos as you throw yourself into her arms," You're being very cuddly right now."

"Miss you, Mummy!" You reply, curling deeper into her arms and resting your head on her shoulder.

"You're early," Katie says with a warm smile," I thought you said you would barely make it to the match."

"I managed to get an earlier flight," Caitlin replies as she drops a soft kiss to your hair," I missed my girls."

[trulyhblue]

Bf Leah being wound up after a bad game and takes control. Smut pls!!!!

BLED BLUE

leah williamson x chelsea! reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, humiliation, dom/sub dynamics, age gap (legal + consensual), hate sex, enemies w/ benefits, rough, coarse language.

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Part of you wondered how long it would take Leah to take you home. There was not an ounce of blue in her body, taken only by the lifelong allegiance to North London, but the thought of you, a blue-born Chelsea girl, taking up the space under her sheets, was addictive.

Chelsea were the better team. Always was, and always will be. The Blues were better at everything. Their players were more advanced, their game plans had been executed to perfection. Arsenal were sloppy, poor, and unjust. It was embarrassing to the point where it stood out as entertaining to you. Seeing the almighty, reigning Arsenal fall on their knees and succumb to the superiority of your team was endearing, and you found yourself searching for the thrill increasingly more as the game progressed.

And the sight of the woman you hated oh so much angered by the defeated notion of the final whistle was your idea of an indescribable victory.

“What a shame, Williamson.” You snagged, clutching the fabric at your hips, looking down at her bent figure. “I thought you’d play well.”

“Ah, it is you.” She replied with just as much spite. “I thought I saw someone falling flat on their face. Makes sense now that I know it was you.”

You smirked, folding your arms over your chest. “Yeah, tried to show my humility… y’know, after scoring two goals tonight I thought it was only necessary.”

Leah scoffed, straightening her posture to display her authoritative height over you. “Both off deflections… sounds brilliant.”

“Player of the match worthy.” You bit back, stepping forward, pressing your chest against hers, suppressing the heat in your face. “Don't worry, I’ll make sure to credit your own goal in the interview.”

“Always have an excuse to talk about me. Can't stop, can you?”

“Is that what you think of me?”

“I don't think of you.” Leah shook her head, grabbing the hem of your shorts and fiddling with them persistently. “But if I did, I’d be sure to let you know.”

“If only I cared enough to hear it.” You tutted, not really caring about the openness of your situation. The stadium was still quite full, with both of your teammates lingering on the field. Fans were banking the barricade, no doubt looking for the two of you.

“I could tell you now if you’d like.”

“Aw, are you thinking of me now, Williamson?”

You felt Leah’s hand move to the inside of your thigh, pressing a tight pinch to gain any type of reaction from you. Biting your lip, you hoped that the post-game redness covered your blush.

“I bet you love the thought of people watching this, don't you?” She asked, glaring at you with such hatred that her words felt bittersweet. “Always so desperate for attention that you’d do it in front of everyone. Fucking needy.”

“You’re the one touching me.” In anger, you snapped. You didn't like the way Leah seemed so confident, so right in what she was saying. You wanted to be right. You were the one who won it for your team. You were better than her. She needed to realise that.

The only separation between the two of you was by your arms crossed over your chest. Leah was drawing furious patterns along your thigh, pressed up against you with her face above you, your height earning her to look down.

“Pull away then.” She uttered, now pulling you into a hug. You knew this would send fans into a spiral. Everybody knew about your rivalry with Leah. It was evident in the tackles, the cards, the teams, the games, the interactions. This was unclaimed territory. You had both teased each other after the games. There was always fire and spite, anger and resentment, but never contact. She told you to pull away, and by the tension that lingered, if you did she would let you have there was something else there. You felt it between your legs, running down your spine, making your core yearn.

It was in the way she kept her hand in between your thighs, deepening her fingers just below where you needed her most. She held you tight, closing any physical gap, forcing your arms to circle her waist as she wrapped her spare arm around the name on the back of your shoulders. You don't know why, but you held her back just as tight, breathing heavily when she started moving her fingers upwards.

“So tense.” She spat, rubbing your shoulder.

You shook her arm off, keeping the contact but still resistant. “I pulled it at training, of course it is.”

“Wasn't talking about your shoulder, baby.” She chuckled, her voice sending goosebumps down your neck. “In those thighs. Clenching them so hard and I'm hardly touching ‘em.”

That was when you knew your cheeks were burning.

There was a hint of humiliation in your tone, but your anger was still prevalent. “I didn't even notice your hand.”

“Yeah, alright.” Williamson grinned, pulling away. You felt the cold air nip your cheeks at the sudden loss of contact. Her fingers were no longer soothing the ache in between your legs. “Alright, baby, no, all that flushed cheeks from the big game, hm? Breathing so heavily cause you scored two goals, is that you’re so wet for me?”

“I’m not— you're so—”

Leah stepped away again, and you were too stupid to step forward in response. “God, is that what you're gonna sound like in the interview? You a mess, Baby, really. All flustered and red.”

“I'm not red.” You snapped. “And stop calling me baby. You're only four years older than me.”

Leah could see straight through you. “But you love that though.” She saw straight past your visible persona. “Why don't you show me how mature you are then? Can't call you baby if you prove that you're not.” She could tell by your flustered state, your wide eyes and your tainted disposition that you were struggling to handle the conversation.

“I don't need to prove anything to you. I just won the match. That's enough to prove that I'm better anyway.”

“But you needed help to get there, didn't you?” She retorted. “It’s not your name on the score sheet, it's mine. Look,” she pointed up to the screen, almost condescendingly, above the stands, where WILLIAMSON (OG) was printed boldly in white below the score. “All that hard work and I still get the mention.”

There was a fight for dominance, but the fight was so clearly won when you audibly gulped, unable to come up with just enough answer to compel yourself into a deeper state of anger. If anything, you were willing to resort to forbidding, but you were stubborn and bled blue.

“You’re just mad that you lost and we won. Chelsea was always better anyway, and you were just too slow… bet that's always the case.”

Leah’s jaw clicked, her lips settling into a thin line.

“In what case?” She muttered distinctly.

“You know what case.” You failed to notice the challenge, finding yourself in a superior position of confidence to realise the hole you were digging for yourself. “Slow and boring… on and off the pitch. You definitely get around, but you never seem to see one person twice. Maybe that's because they don't want to see you.”

Leah grabbed your wrist, yanking you off the field. It was a tradition that you would see the fans after every game, so you tugged back in retaliation.

She pivoted to face you, glaring at you with so much affliction that you yearned for more.

“You seem really interested in how I ‘get around’. Sounds like you wish it was you.”

No matter how hard your body was willing to succumb to her words, you stood firm by scoffing, rolling your eyes at her cockiness. “If only I was so desperate.”

“I’ll show you just how desperate I can get you.” The captain spat, holding your forearm now, easily leading you further down the tunnel where fans or players could no longer find you. “Didn't even properly touch you before and you were a needy mess.”

“You’re always so fucking sure of yourself, aren't you, Williamson?” You snapped back, hearing the clad of your boots fail to drown out your ungrateful tone. You did not care for what Leah was so keen to impress you with. Never had anyone told you that Leah did not impress. She was determined to make sure everyone was supplied with the right things for their needs. She valued giving pleasure over receiving. But if there was one thing she hated, it was brats like you.

You stood outside the Chelsea changing rooms, your kit still adorned on your figure.

“Go get your shit.” She snarled, letting go of your arm and jabbing you forward.

You scoffed, stopping dead in your tracks. “And what? You're gonna wait for me and drop me home? I have a license, Williamson, I'm not your fucking—”

You couldn't finish your rant, yelping when Leah cut you off, grabbing the collar of your shirt and mashing her lips against yours. One of her legs found its way between yours, her knee pushing against your core. A moan fell from your lips, and the woman wasted no time in slipping her tongue in, caging your figure between you and the wall.

She waited until you were kissing her back before grabbing your neck. She instantly moved down to litter harsh kisses down the nape of your neck, using her hands to move underneath your shirt, massaging your breasts. You were a mess beneath her, breathing heavily when the pressure on your clit intensified when her knee started rubbing patterns up and down.

“Swear at me again and see how it turns out for you.” She muttered in your ear, relishing the whines that fell from your lips as her knee continued its work. “If I tell you to grab your bag, that's what you do, yeah? You understand, Chelsea?”

The nickname left you shrinking, her words making your core glisten. You weren't completely sure whether the Arsenal girl was planning on taking you home. You didn't understand why you were all of a sudden pretty much moaning at the friction of her knee.

But you weren't fucking complaining.

“My teammates are in there.”

Leah let out a laugh. “You had no problem letting me touch you in a filled Stanford Bridge, Babygirl. I think it’d be healthy if your teammates realised who fucks their Stargirl after a home game.”

“You haven't fucked me, yet.” Your cheeks flushed a deep crimson, the thought of the England captain fucking you sending you into a spiral.

“Go get your bag and then I can use that pretty mouth for something other than moaning my last name… not that I mind when you do that.”

You wasted no time in doing as you were told, forever thankful that all of your teammates were either still interacting with fans or showering. You grabbed all of your stuff and quickly followed Leah over to the away changing rooms.

She let you walk through, since none of the girls were present, grabbing your belongings and chucking them inside her cubby. You felt her figure cage you back into the nearest wall, her hands how playing with the hem of your shirt, inching it further up your waist until it was completely disregarded, and you were left in your sports bra and shorts.

“Why so quiet?” Leah asked, kissing down the column of your neck, fondling your breasts. You sighed at the growing ache in your core, throwing your head back when Leah’s knee came back into contact with your clit.

“Some— someone’s going to walk in.”

Leah snorted. “Like you would mind.”

You huffed, grabbing the back of her neck and pushing her head further down your body. Leah’s knee stopped in return, leaving you writhing at the loss of pressure.

“Use your words or you can get off yourself.”

“Like you could get me off.” You retorted.

“I don't make brats cum.” She spat, moving back up to tower over you. “I edge them until they’re desperate and getting themself off my thigh. I treat them like brats, and maybe you need to work a little fucking harder for what you want.”

“You were just teasing me!”

“You're just desperate.”

“No.”

“No?”

“Leah.” There it was. Music to her ears.

“What?”

You whined, using your hips to drag yourself along her knee.

“What was that, Baby? Couldn't hear you under all those whines.”

“Leah, c’mon.” You stated potently, getting more impatient by the minute. “I'm not begging.”

The number six shrugged, looking down at you with wide, innocent eyes like she had no clue what you were going on about. Like she didn't even realise that you were humping her leg longing for some relief.

“Begging for what?” She moved her finger painstakingly down your chest, tracing your abs ever so slowly.

“For you.”

“For me?” She questioned, feigning confusion. Her hand dipped into the waistband of your shorts, circling your clit over your underwear. “Answer me, Darling. What do you want me to do? I'm touching you.”

“Touch me more.”

Leah tutted, moving her hand away. You groaned, throwing your head back when no pleasure was offered. “I'm afraid that's not how you ask. It might get you somewhere at Chelsea, but at Arsenal, we treat our Captains with respect. Even our star girls use their manners in the North end.”

“Touch me more, please.”

“Where, Chelsea?” Leah moved closer to you, peeling off her own shirt, removing your shorts, leaving you in your underwear and bra. “Be a good girl and tell me where.” She asked, her body lowering itself closer to the ground. You watched her kneel before you, hands gripping your waist, kneading your hips, lips biting your inner thigh.

“My clit, Lee, please. I need you to touch me there.”

“Such a good girl for your Captain, aren't you?” Leah ran her tongue along your folds, your underwear pooled at your feet. Your legs were swung over her shoulders, your hands buried in her hair, pulling taunt to her ponytail and the hairs that had fallen out during the game. Your moans were still muffled by the bite in your lips, the nerves of someone hearing your desperation for your enemy is still evident in the way you kept your mouth shut.

It was when Leah’s tongue latched onto your clit, sucking harshly on the swollen bud that your noises fell so adamantly from your reddened lips. You felt Leah’s cocky smile, her chuckles sending vibrations of pleasure through your body.

“Sound so pretty, Baby.”

“Leah— fuck, Lee. I'm gonna—”

“You’re going to hold it. Taste so good, you can wait.”

The coil in your stomach was forming long before Leah had even started, and the more Leah attacked your bud, the more your orgasm led to burst. Your moans had doubled in volume when one of her hands came up to play with your nipple, pinching it and playing with the nub every time her tongue licked up your folds. Her other hand worked its way through your pussy, spreading your slick all over your thighs, letting it run down your shaking legs and make your skin glisten with the glossy arousal.

“Want Stanford to hear you,” Leah spoke from below you. You whined at the thought. You were in a state of pure bliss that all cautionary thoughts of interruption were so far gone. All you could think about was Leah’s face between your legs.

“Feels so good, Lee. Want to cum so bad for you.”

“You can hold it, baby.”

“Mh, Lee, please.”

Leah moaned at your whines, nuzzling her nose up against your clit, pinching your nipple hard, reeling at the moan you let out in response. She saw the way your hole clenched around nothing, smirking at the way you rolled your hips across her face, working your pussy into her mouth so easily. She felt powerful knowing she had you at her disposal. You were stunning always, but there was something about you now that set Leah off. It made her angry knowing that you weren't hers to fuck at her discretion. It made her protective over you in ways she had never felt before. You were Chelsea’s protege — everyone worried when going up against you.

“Leah.”

It wasn't like something had changed, but Leah had realised that her hate was actually protection and adoration. She wanted you for herself. She wanted to steer you away from anyone that would hurt you. She hated Chelsea, she despised the West side more than anything, and it wasn't the sex that made her realise this.

“Leah.”

It was her name coming from your lips.

“Cum for me, Baby.”

That was all you needed to hear before you were barreling over the edge, your legs relying entirely on the strength of Leah’s upper body to keep you balanced. Your moans exemplified the stimulation of your orgasm riding out, and Leah’s endeavours to lick the result of it up as it poured into her mouth and onto your thighs.

The woman made sure you had somewhat caught your breath before she moved, having a moment to catch her own breath and comprehend what just happened. When she knew you were able to stand independently, she moved over to her cubby, grabbing the baby wipes she always had handy, moving back down to her knees to clean the mess across your legs as you covered your chest back with your jersey, and later your shorts.

Leah moved to do the same, except she watched as you fumbled with what to do. She gave you a pointed look as if to question your thinking, and you simply sighed and waddled over to her, slight humiliation at your wobbly legs painting your cheeks as you grabbed your bag.

“You all good, Baby?” She asked, her voice no longer authoritative and rather empathetic.

“Yeah, thanks.” You nodded. “Erm… sorry for being… rude… actually I'm not sorry but I am.”

“Yeah, same,” Leah replied a cheeky grin settled on her complexion. “I think we can settle for friendly rivalry from now on.”

“If that's what you call this, then sure.” You added, laughing along with what to make of the situation, feeling more out of place than ever in the middle of the Arsenal room. “I better go.”

“I’ll drive you home.”

“Lee, I've got my license—”

“It wasn't a question, Chelsea.”

You stood there defeated, knowing internally that you had no way home after Millie had driven you to the stadium and would have left by now anyway. Leah must’ve known that by the way she wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into her chest.

“Besides, wouldn't want that Player of The Match Trophy getting forgotten now, would we?”

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A/N — bad ending but oh well… HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!!

[moonlight-alexia]

our starfish | k.m./c.f.

katie mccabe x caitlin foord x child!reader | 1.9k | the moments that led to caitlin calling you her daughter

ˏˋ°•*⁀ so this is set just before security nightmares :) i've placed fics in timeline order on the masterlist so you can physically see where it slots in within the timeline! hope you enjoy the starfish fic! hope it makes sense too!

any and all feedback, comments, reblogs etc are very appreciated and welcome <3

It wasn’t your fault that you were small and that, despite having a loud presence like your mammy, you were still a lot more quiet than a grown up. It wasn’t your fault that because of this people sometimes forgot about your presence, especially at training. So it really wasn’t your fault that you often overheard things that you maybe weren’t meant to hear.

Your mammy said it wasn’t nice to listen in to conversations that weren’t meant for you and maybe sometimes you should make your presence known. But maybe it was okay if you kept what you would sometimes overhear to yourself. 

You were skipping, well attempting to skip, down the hallway towards the locker room. You’d left your water bottle in there and your mammy let you go off by yourself to get it. Training was pretty safe and with all the girls around, Katie was happy to let you do these little things by yourself. She knew if you needed to that you would ask one of the girls, or one of the staff, for help and as long as you came straight back then it was fine.

One time you got distracted and sent your mammy into a little panic, but you were a bit older than that time and Katie was happy to try again. She wouldn’t let you out of her sight to just wander aimlessly around, but little things like going down the hall and back to get your water bottle were fine.

You were humming to yourself softly, repeating in your head to get your water bottle and straight back to mammy. Until you were almost about to step into the change room when you heard people talking. Stopping to make sure the voices were familiar and that you weren’t about to come face to face with a stranger. 

‘You’re really good with Starfish,’ The voice you knew was Stephy’s, her dog was your favourite and if you hadn’t heard your name you would’ve gone up to her and asked to see more photos of Calvin.

‘Katie says that too,’ Caitlin’s voice wasn’t like it normally was, it was quieter and something else that you couldn’t tell. Whenever the topic of you came up when talking about her and Katie’s relationship always made her a little nervous. 

Katie had been reassuring Caitlin as much as she could that you liked Caitlin, liked having her around just as much as Katie did. But sometimes Caitlin was still a bit cautious when approaching this topic. You were Katie’s daughter, that was obvious and would always be true. The longer Caitlin and Katie were together and the more involved she got in your life, there was a bit of insecurity that you might never see her like you do Katie, and if you never saw Caitlin that way then she felt that maybe she didn’t have the right to see you like a daughter.

‘Maybe you should listen to her instead of here,’ Steph poked Caitlin’s forehead, offering a small smile.

‘I love Starfish, and I love Katie, but what if…’ Caitlin trailed off, starting to fidget with her fingers. You frowned, not fully understanding what Caitlin was implying, you understood more than what was normal for your age but you didn’t understand everything.

‘You should probably talk to Katie,’ Caitlin knew Steph was right. Katie has tried endlessly to make sure Caitlin knew where she stood in terms of their relationship dynamics including Starfish. She was always grateful for that, even if she was a bit awkward around it all. Even if Katie constantly told her otherwise, Caitlin was worried that you might one day feel like she forced herself into your life, into yours and Katie’s family dynamic.

‘Caity!’ A silence had washed over Caitlin and Steph’s conversation and you didn’t want to get caught listening in so you made yourself known. Neither of them had to know you were just outside the whole time.

Caitlin smiled and picked you up when you lifted your arms up towards her, ‘What are you doing here all on your own?’ You laughed when Caitlin poked at your sides.

‘Am a big girl Caity,’ You smiled proudly.

‘Oh how could I forget,’ Steph smiled watching the interaction before she left the two of you alone to join the others out on the pitch, a little ruffle of your hair on her way out.

‘Help me get my water Caity,’ You pouted and leaned into Caitlin’s side.

‘I thought you were a big girl,’ Caitlin teased, standing up with you still in her arms.

‘Am! But big girls need help too! Mammy says!’ You insisted, Caitlin taking you both over to where Katie’s things were knowing that's where you had left your bottle.

‘Hmm, your mammy is smart,’ You nodded so hard at Caitlin’s words that she thought your little head might fall off, a breath of a laugh escaping her lips at you. You thought there was no one more smart than your mammy…but Caitlin was a very very close second.

‘Thanks Caity! To mammy!’ You held your water bottle close once Caitlin handed it to you. It was a plain blue one and Caitlin had bought you some starfish stickers so you could decorate it, reminding you of the sea and your favourite sea creature. Caitlin always got you little things like that, and you always love the little gifts, just like you love Caitlin.

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

It was late at night, a few days after you overheard Caitlin and Steph, you couldn’t sleep. It didn’t happen often, you were normally a really good sleeper and your mammy had always been thankful for that. But for some reason you couldn’t sleep. Grabbing your favourite starfish plush and your little blanket, you opened your bedroom door and your little legs started to take you down the hallway.

You could hear the lull of the tv still on, you knew mammy and Caitlin would be in there. Climbing down a few of the stairs you started to get tired and sat down, you wanted your mammy but you couldn’t get yourself to climb down anymore of the stairs. 

Clutching the blanket tight to your chest, you leaned your head against the wall and that's when you heard your mammy and Caitlin’s hushed voices. The last few days Katie had noticed that Caitlin had been a little bit unsettled around the house. Caitlin knew she should communicate her feelings better, especially with Katie, but when it came to you she was scared. Scared she would say the wrong thing, scared that her and Katie weren’t on the same page and scared that the two of you could just leave her life.

‘What’s goin’ on up there?’ Katie had her arm wrapped around Caitlin, Caitlin’s head resting on her shoulder while they relaxed watching some tv before heading to bed. Though Katie could tell that Caitlin wasn’t really paying attention to the show they were watching.

Caitlin sighed, moving so she was sitting up and slightly facing Katie. She took her time to gather her thoughts, feelings and fears in a way she could properly articulate them to her girlfriend. Katie took the moment to listen, her hand instinctively being placed on top of Caitlin’s, a small sign of reassurance. Reassurance that Katie was listening, that Caitlin’s feelings were completely valid and that Caitlin really had nothing to worry about.

Your eyes were growing heavy, struggling to stay awake, but you weren’t used to hearing your mammy be so quiet, so you knew what they were saying was really important, ‘I really love you, and Starfish, and I love having you both in my life,’

‘Well, for one, we aren’t going anywhere,’ Katie spoke softly, sleep almost completely taking over you, you nodded your little head, not that either of them could see you agreeing or even knew you were listening, you still nodded along, ‘And we both love you just as much. I couldn’t ask for a better person to spend my life with and to share my- no our daughter with. I’ve tried to express it, and I might not be the best at it, but you’ve been there for both me and Starfish all this time and sharing a life with you…I see you just as much a mum to Starfish as I am to her. She thinks the same too,’

‘Really? She does?’ At Katie’s comment Caitlin looked up at her in surprise. Katie nodded her head.

‘Caity’s just like you mammy,’ It was a comment you’d made so casually. You and Katie were grabbing some groceries for dinner, just the two of you while Caitlin was finishing up with some media for Arsenal. You’d said something very similar before, so Katie knew exactly what you were meaning by it. To you, Caitlin was like a mum to you just like Katie was your mammy.

‘She might not say anything and might not call you for a while and that’s okay. Maybe she just needs to see you showing her that you think of her like she’s your own daughter. That it’s okay for her to think of you and call you that way because you think the same,’ Katie wrapped her arms around Caitlin, bringing her in for a tight hug, knowing that’s what she needed right now. 

The weight of uncertainty had brushed off Caitlin’s shoulders, she felt a lot lighter. Like she could see clearly and wasn’t consumed with doubts and insecurity. They stayed in each other's embrace until your soft little snores could be heard.

They both smiled when they saw you, curled up on the stairs, coopurr had made himself comfy on the sliver of your blanket that you weren’t holding on to. The mix of both your snores was enough for an air of lightness to wash over what was a heavy night. 

Katie gently picked you up, ‘We should get our little princess back to bed,’ 

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

Maybe she just needs to see you showing her that you think of her like she’s your own daughter. That it’s okay for her to think of you and call you that way because you think the same, Katie’s words stuck with Caitlin. Whenever she started to doubt she would remember everything from that night. 

Caitlin happily took on more responsibility and did what she could to show you that she wasn’t ever going to leave you or Katie, that you were her daughter just as much as you were Katie’s. 

She knew that whenever you needed her she would spring into action, no questions asked, and when she saw the security guard making you obviously distressed there was no hesitation in her choice of words.

‘That’s my daughter,’ Because you were. Many nights of talks with Katie, all of their friends saw it the same way too, and Caitlin believed it just as much. You might not have been in the right headspace at the time to realise it was Caitlin who had said those words until you’d calmed down and noticed you were in Caitlin’s arms and not your mammy’s like you thought.

‘That’s my daughter,’ You would never forget hearing that for the first time, even if you were exhausted that day. From that day, whenever you saw Caitlin again, her calling you her daughter would replay in the back of your mind. Caitlin saw you as her daughter, and you saw her as your mum.

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part 1 can be found here

trigger warning - grief, slight breakdown, minimal suicidal ideation

hope you guys enjoy it!

as always my requests are open :)

In the weeks following the funeral, Kyra doesn't go home.

She can’t.   

The thought of stepping foot inside the flat you shared makes her chest sieze. Every corner would be you. Your toothbrush. Your coat still hanging on the hook by the door. The half-finished novel on the bedside table she never got around to teasing you for. The quiet hum of the fridge where the oat milk you insisted on drinking still sits.

So she stays with Katie and Caitlin. They don’t ask questions. Don’t push. They just hand her spare pyjamas and keep the house warm. Caitlin makes her tea she doesn’t drink. Katie leaves a lamp   on in the hallway at night.

Kyra barely speaks.

She moves like a ghost through the house, eyes blank, shoulders hunched, as if shrinking from the weight pressing down on her chest. She doesn't eat unless told to. Doesn't answer her phone. Her training attendance is erratic. When she does show up, she’s mechanical, going through the motions, never quite present.

The only time she seems alive at all is when she’s angry. And it comes fast. Sudden. Unpredictable.

It happens for the first time two weeks after the funeral. The first time Kyra goes back to training. It had been nearly 3 weeks since the funeral and Katie and Caitlin both have early meetings that morning.

They are hesitant to leave her, hovering by the front door, but Kyra insists she would go. 

“I’ll go” she murmurs, her eyes fixated on a now cold cup of tea, “I’ll try.”

In the end it is Leah who comes to pick her up. 

She pulls up just outside the house in her car, country music on low and a soft encouraging smile readey. But the moment Kyra steps out of the door, the moment she sees the car, she stops dead in her tracks. 

She doesn’t say a word, she just stops. 

Leah, who was now out of the car and opening the passenger door with gentle ease. “Morning Ky, come on, hop in.”

Kyra’s breath hitches. Her arms curl tightly around her middle like she’s holding herself in place. Her whole chest begins to rise and fall too quickly, and her eyes are locked on the car like it’s something dangerous. Because in her mind, and experience, it is. 

“Kyra?” Leah’s voice is gentle now, cautious as she steps slowly towards her. 

“It’s alright, it’s just me. We’ll be there in fifteen, tops.”

“No,” Kyra says. Her voice is thin, cracking at the edges.

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t.” Her breathing is getting faster. “I can’t.”

Leah moves a little closer. “Hey! hey, Just breathe, okay?”

But Kyra’s hands are trembling now. Her eyes flash with something wild, panic twisted into anger, into white raged fury. “I’m not getting in the car, Leah!”

“Alright, that’s ok. ”

“I said no!” she yells, suddenly, her voice shrill. “I can’t breathe, I can’t, I…I can’t!”

Her chest is rising too fast, shoulders hunched, and she starts pacing erratically, clutching her head with both hands. “Why would you even bring a car? Why the fuck would you think that’s okay?!”

“Kyra.” Leah’s voice firms up. She steps in quickly, placing both hands on Kyra’s shoulders. “Look at me. Look at me. You’re alright.”

“I’m not,” Kyra gasps. “I’m not, I’m not, I’m not!” She repeats as if she believes if she says it enough times then it will come true. 

“Okay, we’re not doing the car,” Leah says immediately, her grip steady but calm. “We’ll take the tube, yeah? No cars. No pressure. Just you and me. We’ll walk half of it. You’re safe.”

Kyra’s breaths still come ragged, but something in Leah’s voice cuts through the panic like a thread. Her eyes flick up to meet hers, glassy and burning.

“I can’t go back there,” she whispers, almost childlike. “I can’t be in another car. I see it every time.”

Leah nods, slowly. “Then we won’t. I promise.”

It takes a few minutes before Kyra can stop pacing, before her hands drop back to her sides and her breathing steadies enough to walk.

They take the tube. Leah keeps her close the whole time, navigating the crowds, shielding Kyra from too many eyes. They walk the last half mile in silence, shoes crunching gravel, Kyra’s gaze fixed on the ground.

It isn’t easy. Her body moves like it’s made of stone.

But she makes it to training.

By the time they reach the training ground, Kyra looks pale and hollow-eyed, her shoulders slumped like she’s trying to disappear into her coat. Leah walks just a step behind her, close enough to steady her if she wavers., or stop her if she decides to bolt. 

They enter through the side door to avoid the main hallway. The hum of conversation, laughter, and the shuffle of boots echoes from the locker room ahead. Normal. Alive. Loud in a way that feels almost obscene.

Kyra steps inside, and it’s like someone hit mute.

Every head turns.

Every voice dies.

Laughter evaporates mid-sentence. Boots stop clattering against the floor. Water bottles lower mid-sip. The buzz of conversation collapses into an awkward, loaded silence.

All eyes land on her, but she doesn’t meet a single one.

She’s staring at a cubby.

Her girlfriend’s.

It’s been turned into a shrine. Cards slotted between folded kit, little notes scrawled with shaky handwriting. A scarf draped over the top. Someone’s left a stuffed bear tucked into the corner. And in the center, a large bouquet of flowers adorned with red roses. 

Kyra doesn’t move for a long time. Just stares. Everyone expects something, a gasp, a sob, a trembling hand reaching out to touch something left behind.

But all they get is a quiet voice. Flat. Robotic.

“Who did that?”

Nobody answers.

She doesn’t blink. Doesn’t turn. Just keeps staring at the flowers.

“She would’ve hated it,” Kyra says, completely devoid of emotion. Like she’s stating the time or reading off an ingredients list. “She thought they were cliché,” she adds, still flat, robotic. “Said they were for people who couldn’t be bothered to think.”

Another pause. No one knows what to say.

Beth makes the mistake of stepping closer, her voice careful, too gentle. “Kyra… are you…?”

Kyra turns without warning and walks straight past her. Her shoulder smashes against Beth’s with enough force to make her stagger, but Kyra doesn’t stop. Doesn’t look back. Doesn’t even flinch.

She walks to her locker and begins changing wordlessly, like she’s the only one in the room.

The silence lingers, awkward and uncertain, until Leah finds her voice  strong, steady and full of no-nonsense.

“All right,” she says, sharp enough to slice the tension. “Get ready, warm-up in ten.”

And slowly, conversation resumes, though it’s more hushed now. Eyes still flick to Kyra as she changes, methodical and mechanical. Not one trace of emotion.

After training had finished, Kyra hurried out of the locker room, her bag slung over one shoulder. In her rush, the notebook slipped from the side pocket, landing unnoticed on the floor.

Later, Kim, staying late for coaching duties with the academy, was tidying up the changing room when her eyes caught the small, worn notebook lying by the bench. Curious, she picked it up and flipped it open.

Her face grew serious as she read the raw, painful words. Kyra’s struggles, her despair, the haunting lines about not wanting to live without her girlfriend, and how sometimes she thought it would have been better if she had died instead.

Kim closed the notebook gently, her mind racing. Without hesitation, she headed straight to Katie and Caitlin’s place, the notebook clutched firmly in her hand, knowing this was something they all had to face together.

Kim hesitated for a moment in the dimly lit corridor outside Katie and Caitlin’s flat, the worn notebook clutched tightly in her hands. The changing room had been empty when she found it, lying abandoned on the floor, its pages fluttering as if begging to be read. She hadn’t meant to pry, but the words inside had stopped her cold, the despair, the pain, the silent cries no one had heard before. This wasn’t just grief anymore, it was a quiet surrender. Kim knew Kyra needed more than distance and silence now. She swallowed hard and stepped inside.

Kyra’s footsteps were slow and hollow, each step almost robotic, like a ghost trapped in a body. She paused in the doorway, her pale eyes flicking immediately to the notebook on the table. Her face remained blank, expressionless — a mask of cold detachment.

“That’s not mine” she said quietly, voice flat, almost rehearsed.

Katie lifted her gaze, steady and calm, voice warm but firm. “Kyra… it is. We’ve read it.” Her words hung heavy in the air, yet they carried no judgment, only love. “We know how much you’re hurting. You don’t have to hide it from us.”

For a moment, Kyra’s eyes widened, but no tears came. The silence stretched unbearably. Then like a dam breaking, her entire body tensed, shoulders rigid, fists clenching at her sides.

“You had no right!” she burst out, voice sharp, trembling with a mix of fury and despair. “How could you read that? It’s mine… Private!” Her breathing quickened, panic rising as she tried to contain the whirlwind inside her chest.

Kyra’s body trembled violently as the weight of everything she had been holding in for so long finally crashed over her. Her fists clenched so tight that her knuckles turned white, and her breaths came in sharp, uneven gasps. The storm inside her was relentless, a chaotic mix of anger, despair, and helplessness. Her voice cracked as she shouted, “How could you read that? It’s mine!” The words hung heavy, raw and desperate.

Katie was quick to notice the signs of the impending breakdown and swiftly stood up and made her way over to Kyra. Hands up as if to try and defuse the situation. But as Kyra tried to shove Katie away, that’s when she knew she had to intervene physically.

Kim and Caitlin exchanged a worried glance, but Katie didn’t let go. Instead, she rose slowly, closing the distance between them. “Kyra, we’re here because we care. Because we want to help,” she said gently, reaching out to wrap her arms around Kyra.

Kyra struggled at first, stiff and unyielding, as if trying to push Katie away. But the walls she’d built for so long began to crumble. Her hands shook, then faltered, and the anger dissolved into a raw, shattered sob that shook her whole frame.

Katie’s arms tightened around her, a steady anchor in the whirlwind. But Kyra was still fighting. Her legs buckled slightly, and her hands flailed, a sharp, involuntary movement meant to push away but really betraying the panic twisting inside her.

Suddenly, the fight drained out of her. Her body sagged against Katie’s, knees buckling as she crumpled down to the floor, her face burying in Katie’s shoulder. The tears came without warning, hot and fast. Sobs wracked her body, violent and ragged, as if each one was shaking loose a shard of the pain lodged deep within her.

Her cries broke the silence like thunder, loud and raw. The anger that had burned so fiercely just moments ago morphed into something unbearably fragile. She was no longer the stoic, emotionless figure who had walked into the room moments before. No, now she was utterly broken, raw and exposed.

Katie gently rocked her, whispering soothing words, “It’s okay, Kyra. Let it out. We’re here.” The warmth of Katie’s voice was a lifeline, pulling her back from the edge. Kyra’s trembling fingers gripped Katie’s shirt as if holding on for dear life.

Caitlin knelt nearby, eyes glistening with empathy, reaching out to brush a calming hand along Kyra’s back. Kim sat at the table, silent but attentive, understanding that this was a crucial turning point but heartbreaking internallly. 

Kyra’s breaths were shallow and ragged, but slowly, the trembling eased. The sobs softened, becoming quieter hiccups. Her face was streaked with tears, eyes red and swollen, but there was a flicker of relief, painful but real.

After what felt like an eternity, Kyra whispered, barely audible, “I don’t want to feel like this… I’m so tired.”

Katie pulled back slightly to look into her eyes, voice steady and full of care, “You don’t have to face it alone anymore. We’ll be with you, every step.”

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'Intro'

[STUDIO; WHITE BACKGROUND, YN & CAITLIN SITTING BEHIND A TABLE WITH TWO DUFFLE BAGS IN FRONT OF THEM - YN LEANING BACK, LAUGHING - CAITLIN LEANING ONTO YN LAUGHING]

YN FOORD (LAUGHING); Give me that! (PULLING OUT A SIGNED 'CAITLIN FOORD, NUMBER NINE' MATILDAS JERSEY OUT OF CAITLIN'S DUFFLE BAG) Oh my God. (SHOWING THE CAMERA, BEFORE THROWING IT BACK AT CAITLIN) Put it on.

CAITLIN FOORD (LAUGHING, TAKING THE JERSEY OFF YN); I don't know who put this in my bag because-

YN FOORD; -You did! Bloody love ya self don't ya.

(CAITLIN LAUGHING, AS SHE SHAKES HER HEAD AND HER RIGHT HAND)

YN FOORD (LOOKS DIRECTLY AT THE CAMERA); Can you believe what I have to put up with (POINTING AT CAITLIN, SHAKING HER HEAD) Bloody ridiculous.

[SCREEN, YN AND CAITLIN FOORD, SITTING BEHIND A TABLE WITH TWO DUFFLE BAGS IN FRONT OF THEM AND LOOKING AT THE CAMERA]

YN FOORD; Hello, I'm Yn Foord (LOOKS RIGHT, AT CAITLIN)

CAITLIN FOORD; I'm Caitlin Foord

YN FOORD & CAITLIN FOORD; And this is our kit bag.

(TURNING TO EACH OTHER, CLAPPING EACH OTHERS HAND)

YN FOORD; Look at us go!

CAITLIN FOORD; Absolute animals.

'Shoes'

[SCREEN, PLAYING CLIPS OF YN AND CAITLIN FOORD AT CAMP FOR THE MATILDAS - SCREEN, YN PULLING OUT SHOES FROM HER DUFFLE BAG]

YN FOORD; Shoes.

[CAITLIN PULLS SHOES OUT OF HER DUFFLE BAG]

CAITLIN FOORD; Shoes.

YN FOORD; Love me some great shoes.

CAITLIN FOORD; Oh yeah. Definitely.

YN FOORD (NODDING TOWARDS CAITLIN'S SHOES IN HER HAND); I see you've copied me with the white shoes.

CAITLIN FOORD; I- (LAUGHING) What? God, you're annoying.

YN FOORD (RAISING HER EYEBROWS, SHRUGGING HER SHOULDERS); I'm telling mum you said that.

(CAITLIN FOORD LOOKING AT THE SCREEN WITH HER MOUTH OPEN, 'SHOCKED')

YN FOORD; ANYWAY. Moving on. Shoes, can't really go wrong I guess. I have about five pairs that I just rotate, (LOOKING AT CAITLIN) How many pairs of shoes would you say you have Miss Foord?

CAITLIN FOORD; Um. I don't really know if I wanna say that out loud. Too many. Too many to remember.

YN FOORD; Come on. We all know you know how many you have.

(CAITLIN SHAKING HER HEAD)

YN FOORD (HER HANDS HITTING THE TABLE IN A RYTHME); Tell us. Tell us. Tell us.

CAITLIN FOORD; Ugh! Fine. Like thirty? Forty? I don't know.

(YN LOOKING AT CAITLIN WITH WIDE EYES AND HER MOUTH OEPN, BEFORE SLOWLY TURNING TOWARDS THE CAMERA)

YN FOORD; Forty pairs of shoes?! What on earth do you need forty pairs of shoes for? (CAITLIN OPENS HER MOUTH TO TALK BUT YN CUTS HER OFF) -Nah, nah. I actually can't believe that. That's wild man. Absolutely wild.

'Headphones'

[SCREEN, CAITLIN PULLING OUT HEADPHONES FROM HER DUFFLE BAG]

CAITLIN FOORD; Headphones.

(YN FOORD PULLING HEADPHONES FROM HER DUFFLE BAG)

YN FOORD (SINGING); Headphones!

CAITLIN FOORD (LOOKING AT YN'S HEADPHONES); Yours are so dirty.

YN FOORD (LOOKING OFFENDED); You're dirty. Shut up.

CAITLIN FOORD; Real mature. And you're meant to be the older one out of the two of us?

YN FOORD (MIMICKING); And you're meant to be the older one. Shut up. No one likes you.

CAITLIN FOORD (CAITLIN LAUGHING BEFORE TURNING HER ATTENTION BACK TO THE SCREEN); Headphones. A definite must on camp (SHOWING THE SCREEN, AND THAN YN HER HEADPHONES) I thought I bought noise-cancelling ones, but I didn't so. Guess that's that.

YN FOORD (MUTTERING UNDER HER BREATH); Ha. Loser. (MAKING EYE CONTACT WITH CAITLIN, BEFORE BOTH BURST INTO LAUGHTER)

(OFF SCREEN) UNKNOWN VOICE; What kind of music is normally played in camps?

YN FOORD (LOOKING AT CAITLIN, BEFORE LOOKING PAST THE CAMERA); Um, kinda depends on who has the speaker.

CAITLIN FOORD; Yeah. I feel like we mostly all have the same kind of music, but sometimes when we lose Lydia will put on like 'saddest songs mix' and we all just kinda sit in the bus staring at the window contemplating all our live choices.

YN FOORD (LAUGHING); Oh god. Bloody Lydia and her sad songs. We'll be like turn it off and she just turns the volume up louder. (YN MIMICKING LYDIA TURNING THE SPEAKER VOLUME UP, PRETENDING TO LOOK OUT A WINDOW WITH A SORROW LOOK ON HER FACE) And we're all just sitting there watching her in her feels.

CAITLIN FOORD; In her feels?

YN FOORD (SHRUGGING HER SHOULDERS); Yeah I don't know Kyra taught me that.

CAITLIN FOORD; Of course she did.

(OFF SCREEN) UNKNOWN VOICE; What's the fan favourite song currently?

YN FOORD; Ooo. Good question. Um, Strawberry Kisses has been making its way up the ranks lately. Steph loves loves loves that song.

CAITLIN FOORD; You know she never plays it at arsenal

YN FOORD (LAUGHING); It's only allowed at the matildas. Nowhere else.

'Caitlin's Secret Item'

[SCREEN, YN LOOKING INTO CAITLIN'S DUFFLE BAG - YN LEANING BACK, LAUGHING - CAITLIN LEANING ONTO YN LAUGHING]

YN FOORD (LAUGHING); Give me that! (PULLING OUT A SIGNED 'CAITLIN FOORD, NUMBER NINE' MATILDAS JERSEY OUT OF CAITLIN'S DUFFLE BAG) Oh my God. (SHOWING THE CAMERA, BEFORE THROWING IT BACK AT CAITLIN) Put it on.

CAITLIN FOORD (LAUGHING, TAKING THE JERSEY OFF YN); I don't know who put this in my bag because-

YN FOORD; -You did! Bloody love ya self don't ya.

(CAITLIN LAUGHING, AS SHE SHAKES HER HEAD AND HER RIGHT HAND)

YN FOORD (LOOKS DIRECTLY AT THE CAMERA); Can you believe what I have to put up with (POINTING AT CAITLIN, SHAKING HER HEAD) Bloody ridiculous.

(CAITLIN PUTS THE JERSEY ON, PUFFING HER CHEST WHILST LOOKING AT THE CAMERA WITH A SMILE ON HER FACE)

YN FOORD (LAUGHING, PUSHING CAITLIN'S ARM); Oh my god. She loves herself.

CAITLIN FOORD (SMOOTHING HER JERSEY); This one is actually for my mum. I know how much she likes to wear jerseys of good football players.

YN FOORD (CHOKING); Excuse you. Mum won't have time to wear that junk when she's too busy wearing MY jersey.

CAITLIN FOORD: You're dreaming mate. No chance.

YN FOORD: Oh yeah. You wanna know how confident I am that she'll wear my jersey.

CAITLIN FOORD; Tell us then. How confident are you?

YN FOORD (PULLING OUT HER PHONE FROM HER POCKET, THE DIAL TONE STARTING TO RING). Imma call her.

(PHONE RINGS FOR THREE DIALS BEFORE PICKING UP)

SIMONE FOORD (THROUGH THE PHONE); Hello Lovie?

YN FOORD (SMILING); Hi mum, how you going?

SIMONE FOORD; Nothing much, can't complain. How'd the media day go with Cait?

CAITLIN FOORD; We're in the middle of one now, hi mum!

SIMONE FOORD; Hi sweetheart, how are yo- (YN FOORD CUTTING HER OFF)

YN FOORD; -yeah mum, she's fine. Question. At the World Cup who's jersey are you going to wear? Mine or adopted over here?

SIMONE FOORD; My Alanna Kennedy jersey just arrived in the mail this morning. I tried to get one for Mackenzie but they don't sell hers. How ridiculous.

YN & CAITLIN FOORD (WHINING); Mum!

SIMONE FOORD; Anyway I'll leave you two girls to it. Love you both lots and lots. Be nice to each other. Bye! (PHONE CLICKS OFF)

'Boots'

[SCREEN, YN LOOKING AT CAITLIN PULL OUT HER BOOTS FROM HER DUFFLE BAG]

CAITLIN FOORD; Boots.

YN FOORD; Yeah, we got some new boots for the World Cup. Very exciting. (LOOKING AT CAITLIN'S BOOTS, BEFORE PICKING ONE UP) I like yours, they're really nice.

CAITLIN FOORD; Thank you.

YN FOORD (LAUGHING, SHAKING HER HEAD); Thank you? Bloody hell. You are such a dork sometimes, you know that right?

CAITLIN FOORD; Um. (BOTH GIRLS BREAKING INTO LAUGHTER AGAIN)

'Notebook'

[SCREEN, YN PULLING A NOTEBOOK OUT OF HER DUFFLE BAG]

CAITLIN FOORD (SPEAKING AT THE SAME TIME AS YN); Oop. Look at you, you nerd. YN FOORD (SPEAKING AT THE SAME TIME AS CAITLIN); This is my notebook for learning Spanish.

YN FOORD (LAUGHING WITH CAITLIN, SHAKING HER HEAD); Shut up. (CAITLIN PICKING THE NOTEBOOK OUT OF YN'S HANDS). But yeah, that's my notebook that I used to learn Spanish because I'm supposed to be able to speak it.

CAITLIN FOORD (FLIPPING THROUGH THE NOTEBOOK, SHOWING YN A PAGE, AS THEY BOTH LAUGH); Didn't realise it was art class too?

YN FOORD; Yeah, sometimes I get bored, (LAUGHING) so I just kinda draw instead. It's really bad, actually. I should probably stop doing that so much.

CAITLIN FOORD (TRYING TO READ ONE OF THE PAGES); Hola, my. my. (LOOKS AT YN, BOTH LAUGHING) mi nombre es Caitlin?

YN FOORD; Good! (CLAPPING HER HANDS) Hola, mi nombre es Yn. es muy bonito conocerte. 'Hello, my name is YN. it's very nice to meet you'.

CAITLIN FOORD; Hola, mi nombre es Caitlin. (BEAMING AT THE CAMERA ONCE SHE FINISHES)

YN FOORD; There you go! Maybe I can teach you some Spanish during the World Cup.

'Goodbyes!'

[SCREEN, YN AND CAITLIN FOORD, SITTING BEHIND A TABLE WITH TWO DUFFLE BAGS IN FRONT OF THEM AND LOOKING AT THE CAMERA]

YN FOORD; Well there you have it, that's our World Cup kit bag essentials. (YN FOORD GRABBING THE DISCARDED 'CAITLIN FOORD JERSEY' AND THROWING IT AT CAITLIN) Some of us packing absolutely rubbish, but hey. It's a no-judgment zone down under so.

CAITLIN FOORD (SNORTING); no-judgement my ass.

YN FOORD; and with that, it's time to say goodbye! (WAVING AT THE CAMERA) Bye!

CAITLIN FOORD; Bye! (TURNING TO YN, SLAPPING HER ARM) um. oh. adiós! 'goodbye'.

YN FOORD (LOOKING OVER, SMILE ON HER FACE); Hey! Look at you go. (LOOKING BACK AT THE CAMERA WAVING, CAITLIN JOINING IN) adiós! 'goodbye'.

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[onaswife]

New Beginnings

Couple: Alpha! Katie McCabe x Alpha! Caitlin Foord x Omega! reader

Au! Omegaverse, Alpha x Omega

Word count: 3.8k

Warning: SMUT, +18, TRIO.

It was your last year of contract with the London Blues, and it was already a given that you wouldn't sign with them again. These five years with the team had been anything but pleasant, especially the last two.

When you first arrived at Chelsea, it felt like a dream come true. Fresh from France, returning to the country where you had debuted and been born felt like a breath of fresh air. Now, after a few years, you couldn't feel the same way. The locker room atmosphere had become toxic; you couldn't spend a day there without feeling ill. Apparently, everyone had agreed to sideline you and ignore you, making you feel bad, lowering your performance on the pitch, and causing your manager to leave you on the bench.

Emma Hayes understood at first; she knew you'd be a little down, but after a month, she no longer considered you for training, much less for substitutions. You no longer felt comfortable on the same team that had promised you everything a few years earlier and delivered nothing.

It wasn't until you made the decision to leave London's representative team that you changed your mind at the international camp, talking to Leah and Lotte. They were the two of them who made you change your mind. It was simple words and actions that made you realize things were very different there. There was never a bad attitude between them; they seemed to fit in so well that it made you wonder what it would be like if you went with them.

The decision was made when, on the last day of camp, you participated in a video call with Leah's teammates, and you felt the right decision was to accept the Arsenal contract. They all seemed kind, caring about Leah and Lotte, who had been injured in their last game. You quickly became attached to two of the team's alphas, the Australian and the Irish, specifically, Katie McCabe and Caitlin Ford.

You'd had your share of on-field clashes with Katie before. Both were known for their temperaments. There was even a match where the two of you were on the verge of colliding. If it weren't for Millie and Leah's interruption, which separated you, both would have ended with a suspension and a red card.

Now, however, they seemed so kind and caring toward you that you inevitably began to think of them as something more. You'd always had a small crush on Foord, ever since the first time you played each other and Caitlin had worried about you after you'd been fouled. She couldn't leave your side of the field the entire time the doctors were examining you, only to be able to stop apologizing to you, seeming genuinely sorry for her work.

The day you had the meeting with your agent and the club staff to discuss what would happen with your contract was the day everything blew up.

The day started at 8:00 a.m. You got up and went through your morning routine calmly and slowly, as if you secretly wanted to delay the meeting as long as possible. Around 9:30 a.m., your manager called you. You'd been waiting for him for 30 minutes. He informed you that he'd been in a minor car accident. Apparently, some idiot had hit him from the side, so he was filing for it with the police.

You arrived at the meeting at 10:00 a.m., even though it was scheduled to start at 9:20 a.m. Around 10:15 a.m., your manager arrived, ready to see if Chelsea would offer anything or just let you go. As soon as he started speaking, the complaints started pouring in, but not about his lateness, they were complaints about you, about your behavior lately with your teammates, and how you were the one who made the atmosphere in the locker room so toxic and bad. Sonia was the only one who left good comments and, apparently, the only one who wanted you to continue defending the shield.

Around 11:30, you left the meeting room, feeling a lump in your throat, your hands shaking, and it was getting harder and harder to breathe. You walked slowly toward the cafeteria to buy a bottle of water. As you walked, you heard someone talking. You were going to ignore it, until you heard your name mentioned in a condescending tone. "I don't understand why she keeps crying here. No one needs or wants her here. She just came to ruin everything." His words hurt you; they were comments you'd started hearing repeatedly over the past two years.

You continued walking, a little faster now, without stopping and looking at the ground, until you felt like you were girls with someone. "Hey kiddo, what's wrong? Is everything okay?" You heard Millie's worried voice, when you looked up you met her worried gaze and when you least expected it, you were dragged into a hug, where without being able to stop yourself you started to cry in her arms. Millie had been the most Close to a sister and best friend at that club, you felt bad leaving her behind.

Millie walked you to the cafeteria where you were able to calmly tell her everything. That was the moment she found out everything that had happened, feeling a discomfort settle in her chest. Millie had known Y/N for over seven years; she was Lucy's adoptive sister, so she had practically watched her grow up. All the more reason to feel that discomfort in her chest. She was already planning to call the oldest Bronze to see what solution she could come up with.

At 1:00 PM, you were back in what would be your old apartment, as you began to pack a small bag to go talk to those who wanted to be your new club. As you walked to the door of your apartment, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You slowly took it out of your pocket, looking at the recent notifications: 5 messages from your sister, 7 messages from Leah, 2 messages from Sonia and Millie, 8 calls from Lucy, and a notification from your manager, who informed you that she was already at your next club's camp. You decided to ignore all the messages, only responding to your manager's, with a simple OK to confirm that you were going.

At 4 p.m., you were already entering Arsenal's field, where you were greeted by Reneé, the team's first female coach, recently appointed after the former manager's (involuntary) resignation.

Around 6 p.m., you were already getting to know the training center and the few teammates who were in London and hadn't been able to participate in the international break. There, you were able to see not only Leah in person, but also Katie, who was chatting and laughing happily with Leah and Beth. You decided to take a walk around the gym, looking at all the machines and the space available.

“Junior? What are you doing here? Have you decided to come to London’s bright side?” Before you could even respond, Beth had hugged you too tightly. Unable to stop yourself, you let out a laugh, returning the hug. “No, Viv asked me to please make sure you didn’t do anything stupid.”

Leah laughed out loud when she heard your response, while Katie stood behind her, simply observing the interaction between the English girls.

After the blondes gave you a small welcome and promised they would have a big welcome back party, they left you in the gym with Katie. Slowly and carefully, you approached the black-haired alpha. “Hi, sorry to bother you, but since we’ll be teammates for two more seasons, I’d like to apologize for what happened a few months ago in the derby… I really didn’t mean to say those things to you. Stress got to me, and I took it out on someone who wasn’t my friend.” "It wasn't my fault," you timidly looked at the floor, but as you turned your gaze to the ground, you saw Katie's hands quickly go to her crotch, hiding the bulge that was becoming more and more noticeable. "Yes... I would also like to apologize for what happened. I shouldn't have acted so rudely with you, you didn't deserve me to say all those hurtful comments."

The conversation ended there, you left when your agent called you, and Katie was left standing there, still hiding her erection.

Six months had passed since you had signed a contract with Arsenal, and your life had taken a 180-degree turn. You couldn't have been happier with this new family, at your new club. Day by day, it seemed like you and your teammates were growing even more attached to you; they always did little things that made you feel loved. Although there were two who made a little more effort to prove your worth. At first, it was innocent comments, letters reminding you of the good things you should highlight in yourself. Then it was small touches, chocolates they brought you with their coffee orders, invitations to take you out to eat at the restaurant you liked that was near the countryside. But after a party, things were no longer innocent. Now, aside from the small touches, there were little touches: on your hips or waist when they passed by you, when they rested their hands on your lower back, or when you felt a little cold and they hugged your shoulders, not wanting to let you go.

Although it was warm, it all started after you confessed at the party, where you were more drunk than sane, that you had feelings for them, but that you were afraid and shy enough to hint at something.

Since that day, which you couldn't remember, they had both made it their mission to let you know that they felt the same, maybe not with words, but certainly with actions.

That day, the big derby was being played, Arsenal vs. Chelsea, and you felt the tension growing between the two teams more than anyone. The game would be away, on blue territory. When they arrived and did the routine inspection of the pitch, you were greeted by your sister and Millie, who hugged you, both quite excited to see you in person again.

While all this was happening, McCabe and Ford watched with small smiles as you were hugged by your older sisters. Leah sidled up to them and stood beside them. "If I didn't know you were practically crawling all over her, I'd say you were in love with Mills and Lucy." Both, now blushing, turned slightly to look at Leah's face. Neither of them said anything for a few minutes. "Is it that obvious?" It sounded almost like a whisper, as they both looked at each other and then back at Leah. She simply nodded, a fond smile spreading across her face. “It’s good to know Y/N is in good hands with you. I think we all agree, and we give you our blessing to care for and love her.” Leah gave Caitlin a gentle squeeze on her shoulder and a small punch on Katie’s forearm, then left, leaving them behind with a feeling of fulfillment in their chests.

The match was, to say the least, the worst they had played so far this season. Leah had a clash with Bjorn that almost ended in a second yellow card; Lucy had an argument with Steph, then with Caitlin, and when she heard a comment linking her sister with McCabe, she also lashed out at her during the match. While all the other Chelsea players had Y/N as their main target, fouling her that the referee decided not to penalize, hitting her, and hurtful words were hurled at her.

It wasn’t until Katie heard Baltimore make a very offensive comment about her omega that Katie jumped on him. She started pushing her and telling her to repeat what she'd said. Baltimore just laughed in her face while he started insulting her, calling her a needy bitch and that's why she was defending Y/N so much. Leah and Millie were the first to arrive and separate them. The problem obviously didn't end there; Katie, Leah, and Millie began to hear the offensive comments about Y/N and began to get angry too, but they had to stay calm.

The referee arrived where they were all gathered and the first thing she did was give McCabe a yellow card, then Baltimore, and warned them that if it happened again, they would both be sent off. Caitlin was always close to Y/N, her hand around her waist, just to feel like she was keeping her safely away from them. When Lucy approached to ask how she was feeling, she pulled Caitlin's hand away from her younger sister, growling in the process. "I don't need you to growl at me, Bronze. Whether you like it or not, I'll still be close to your sister, protecting her from your bitchy teammates," she said in a low, almost growling tone. Y/N felt herself getting wet at that moment, seeing and hearing Caitlin behaving like a protective alpha towards her. Lucy watched as she walked away and then turned her attention back to her sister. "Are you okay?" You simply nodded in her direction. Without saying a word, you moved away from her and returned to your position on the field so you could follow the match.

In the middle of a corner kick, you approached Katie, standing in front of her, while she pressed herself against your back. When you felt her get closer to you, you leaned back further, pressing your back to her chest. You smiled slightly when you felt the change in her breathing. After the shot, which unfortunately didn't end in a goal, you approached her. "You looked really sexy arguing a little while ago, alpha." You moved away again to fight for possession of the ball, while Katie stood there, feeling the characteristic heat you made her feel run through her body, ending with the much-felt tug in her lower abdomen, which always ended in an erection.

It ended with a loss against Chelsea, but while everyone was making the typical post-match walk around the pitch, thanking the fans for coming to support them, Katie, Caitlin, and Y/N were already in the locker room. They had both noticed that change in Y/N's scent, which made them panic, causing them to take her to the locker room.

The two alphas were thinking about what to do, while you were beginning to feel the typical heat of your heat. They thought about going to call an omega to help them, maybe Steph or Emily, but the more they thought about leaving you alone, the less they wanted to go look for help, they were in a dilemma.

Caitlin was the one who decided to stay and help you with the little problem brewing between your legs. She gathered you in her arms, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, and headed to the showers, caressing your waist along the way.

Meanwhile, Katie had gone out to find Leah and Kim to inform them that they needed to grab their things and leave the showers quickly.

“Is everything okay, Katie? Why do we have to leave? Is Y/N okay?” Katie hesitated to answer, but if she didn't say why they had to leave, the girls might not. “Y/N's going into heat. Caitlin and I are going to take care of her needs…”

Leah and Kim exchanged a glance, wordlessly. “Are you saying we have to leave because Y/N's going into heat and you're going to fuck her in the locker room?” A big smile graced her face. “Yeah, you couldn't have put it any better.”

Leah finally promised to warn the others about the situation so they wouldn't find themselves in any situation they didn't want.

Katie quickly went back inside, now walking directly to the showers. She walked past the showers until she reached the last one, where she found a pleasant view. Y/N was on her back, wet from the shower water, while Caitlin had her by the waist, her cock buried in her pussy. All the Omega could do was moan the name of the Alpha who was fucking her.

Caitlin was the first to notice her girlfriend's presence in the bathroom. She looked at her over her shoulder with a small, wolfish smile, her pupils dilated with the lust of the moment. She had the Omega she had been fantasizing about for months, now fulfilling her fantasies. Katie slowly undressed and then positioned herself behind Caitlin, rubbing her ass with her cock, ready to take the Omega along with her.

The Australian stopped her movements and moved the Omega away from where she was leaning, giving the order to the Irish girl to take position in front of Y/N so she could continue helping her.

McCabe quickly took position in front of the Omega, to grab her by the thighs, causing her to naturally wrap her legs around her waist, giving her better access to sink into her pussy. When Caitlin saw that Y/N was comfortable, she brought her hands to Katie's cock to first masturbate it, preparing it and then guiding it to the girl's pussy.

After that, a moaning party began to be heard, Caitlin and Katie being gentle with the Omega, who felt on cloud nine with all the pleasure she was feeling.

After the initial orgasm, Y/N felt more like herself, so she was already starting to feel embarrassed about what had happened, although something inside her felt right; her omega had already accepted the two Alphas as yours alphas. Katie was helping you dry off. In the locker room, she had you sitting on Caitlin, who was kissing your mating gland and releasing her own pheromones to help you calm down.

You felt on a cloud of love feeling the care of the two older women. You looked down at your abdomen where Cait's hands rested and left small caresses, then you looked up, where in front of you was Katie carefully drying your hair and then wrapping the towel around your shoulders to keep your body dry.

“I want to be marked,” your voice sounded almost like a whisper, but in that room where the only noise was their breathing, both alphas heard the Omega’s words, then looked into each other’s eyes. It was something they had both been dreaming about, but they didn’t want it to be something you weren’t going to be completely unaware of.

“Please… I belong to you now,” you looked over your shoulder as you brought your hand to Cait’s cheek, gently pulling her into a kiss while your free hand rested on Katie’s abdomen, groping for her cock. As soon as you found it, you began to slowly move your hand all over her cock, between your legs you began to feel Cait’s erection. You broke away from the kiss to settle yourself properly on Cait’s legs so you could be close to Katie’s cock.

You leaned closer to Katie's cock, looking up at her face but she was no longer holding eye contact, her face now pointed at the ceiling while her eyes were closed in pleasure. You turned your gaze to the cock in front of you and rested it on her abdomen, while you ran your tongue along its entire length and then stopped to give attention to its glans, leaving small kisses and then putting it in your mouth to suck it, while your hand took care of continuing to masturbate her, you felt Caitlin's hand sneak down to your wet pussy to begin moving her fingers against your clit and your entrance, feeling how slippery and wet you were, inviting her to sink inside you again. Caitlin took advantage and lifted you a few inches from her lap so she could insert her cock into your pussy and thus be able to fuck you again.

Meanwhile, you had to move away from the cock you had in your hand to moan, then you brought your mouth back closer and sucked it again and moved your hand. You couldn't last much longer in that position, feeling how Cait's entire cock was beginning to fail you hard and how Katie's cock was hitting your throat was taking you to the limit, adding to that Caitlin's fingers continued to make circles on your clit.

The blowjob you were giving Katie was taking her to the limit, you knew it as soon as her hands went to your hair and sometimes she pushed a little deeper into your throat, then whispered small apologies and continued moaning and groaning your name. After a few minutes, she gave you the warning of her imminent orgasm, so you took it out of your mouth and continued caressing it with your hand, waiting, to then make her semen fall directly onto your breasts. You kept moving your hand to help her through the orgasm, but little by little you slowed down until you stopped completely, now feeling your own orgasm beginning to approach.

Caitlin brought her free hand to the center of your abdomen, pulling you back into the position you were in at the beginning. She could let her lips wander over your neck, searching for your mating gland again so she could prepare it. Katie sat on your left side, watching Cait kiss and bite your neck. She moved her hand between your thighs to help you reach your climax. You felt closer and closer to the edge, so close to reaching it, your skin feeling so much more sensitive, all sounds suddenly becoming overwhelming, and your senses heightened to 100%.

As soon as you began to experience the symptoms of your orgasm, both Alphas sank their teeth into your gland, one after the other, while you whimpered in Cait's lap, still rocking your hips back and forth to bring yourself through your orgasm.

“Y/N, you feel so good.”

“Mmhm, that's our good girl.”

“How do you feel?”

“Our omega.”

As soon as the pleasure passed and both alphas stopped licking each other to heal their marks a little, you felt that connection with them.

And it was at that moment that something new was marked. A new beginning for your life.

Hello! I'm back, bringing you what I've been writing lately. I hope you like it. (Not reviewed yet!) This was written with the help of @footy-lover264 (ex /rosewomensfootball-deactivated2)

Bon día, bona tarda, bona nit.

-onaswife

[cooneyscross]

You're My Little Secret - Kyra Cooney Cross

Kyra Cooney Cross x lionesses!reader

summary - kyra's coming to arsenal and none of the girls know that you already know each other very, very well.

warnings - nothing except its kinda crap, lot's of rambling. (let me know if you want me to make this a series)

Kyra x Sunny masterlist

Kyra Cooney Cross was Arsenal's latest signing, the young Australian leaving Hammarby to come and play for one of the biggest clubs in England. Most of the girls had known for a while now about her joining you since before the world cup.

Since the news was properly announced, Caitlin and Steph had made sure to send multiple essays on all the group chats about making the girl feel as welcomed as possible.

Unlike Kyra who had already played for two clubs, Arsenal becoming her third, you were much like Leah Williamson, you'd been with Arsenal since you were 8 and had risen up to the top through the academy and now were a frequent starter for the senior team.

Arsenal had become a home for you, and you never planned on leaving. All the girls had become your family, every single one of you shared a special bond. That's what made Kyra coming to Arsenal so awkward.

You didn't mean to keep such a big secret from everyone, you and Kyra had just wanted to stay private. No one knew, not even Katie who was like your older (extremely annoying) sister or Vic who was your best friend. Kyra hadn't even told Mini and Charli. You just never felt the need to tell them.

Only one person even knew the two of you had met before, but she didn't have a clue that you were together.

Even when they would constantly pester you, trying to get you to go on dates you just let them go on, always ignoring them.

But still after over a year of calling Kyra your girlfriend, not a single person knew about the countless kisses the two of you had shared, or all the nights you'd spent with only each other.

Nobody knew all the coffee dates or the late-night walks.

Nobody knew of the hours you'd spent on facetime when you were away from each other.

It was hard acting like you hadn't already known the girl for 2 years and been dating for 1 and a half of them. But it was better that way. You'd seen how crazy fans went about trying to prove that Katie and Caitlin were dating and the stress that had caused on their relationship, and all the times when they felt like they had no privacy. You and Kyra didn't want that. If you didn't tell anyone, not even your teammates and friends, there was no chance of the public finding out as long as you stayed discreet. But that was easy considering the two of you had a long distant relationship and no fans even knew the two of you had ever spoken to each other.

It was going to be harder now though.

Kyra had received many offers from clubs around the world, but when Arsenal had offered it was a no brainer that she would join the red and white team. She would do anything to be able to spend more time with you, a nice change to the normal distance in your relationship.

A few days after the news Kyra had joined was announced, it was her first day at the club. And for you it was your first time seeing most of the girls as you had been out since the end of the world cup with a minor ankle injury missing out on the games against Linköping and Paris FC in the champions league qualification.

Vic was the first person you greeted as she walked in, practically dragging her feet along the ground. You leaped onto your best friend wrapping your legs around her, forcing her to give you a piggyback.

'Get off me Sunny.' She groans trying to shake her body and get you off. You just wrapped your arms tighter around her neck resting your chin on her head.

Sunny was the nickname you had received when you had begun properly playing with the senior squad. The girls had been talking about you when the topic of your bubbly personality came up. You can’t remember who, but someone said something relating you to the sun and ever since then the name Sunny had stuck.

'But I haven't seen you in ages.' You complain before giving up and sliding down her body and landing on your bottom on the floor. A small pout on your lips. 'I hate you.' It was meant to just be a whisper but she still heard you, resulting in a kick in the head.

'Get up you big baby.' The Dutch girl demands, and you do as she says following her to the room where most of your teammates already were.

You go around the room giving everyone a hug, except for Steph and Caitlin your favourite people to annoy on the whole team. You tugged at both of their hair as they were facing away turning away almost immediately and diving into conversation with Beth and Leah.

You didn’t get to say much though, as a pair of hands turn you back around and your greeted by two pissed of Aussie's faces. Y/n L/n,’ you wince at the full name, the girls only ever saying it when you were in trouble, ‘we haven't even said a word to you and you're already annoying us.' Steph gives you a stern glare and you smile sheepishly.

It was well known by almost everyone that you loved to annoy your older teammates.

'We've only just gotten away from Kyra and now we have to deal with you, and her when she gets here too.' Caitlin groans, 'Do you reckon Jonas will let me resign and go play in a foreign country?' You grin cheekily at her, knowing that she really loved you. Katie often joked that you were like Caitlin's child as you always came to her whenever you had problems, and she always had your back.

'It's ok Cait,' You say, giving her a light pat on her shoulder 'I know you hate to admit it, but you love me.' She rolls her eyes at you wrapping you up in a headlock, you wriggle around, making weird, suffocated noises as you try to escape her grasp.

It's almost like fate that Katie walks in in that exact moment, you slip out of Caitlin's grasp and sprint over to the older Irish girl. 'Katie, you need to sort out your girlfriend.' You tell her urgently 'She was trying to kill me.' Katie laughs, looking over at her girlfriend who is back talking to Steph. The Ireland captain was used to the playful banter you and Caitlin had, often having to be the one to step in when you both took it a bit too far.

'Do I not even get a hello?' She teases you causing you to roll your eyes and poke her in the stomach. 'Oi, I'll get Caitlin to put you in another headlock.' She threatens.

'Please. No!' You plead, putting your hands up in defence before running over to Lotte. You slung your arm over her shoulder. 'Carlotte Mae Wubben-Moy.' You grin watching her face to see her reaction at her full name.

'You know how much I hate it when you call me that.' You don't have time to respond to her when Steph and Beth come and join the two of you.

'Is she annoying you as well?' Steph asks Lotte, giving her a sympathetic look as she sees your arm over her shoulder and your signature cheeky, smug grin that you always have whenever you are annoying someone. 'God you and Kyra are going to get along like a house on fire.' She tells you, her face slightly scared as she thinks of all the pesty things you and Kyra would do upon meeting each other.

Little did she know that you and Kyra already got on.

You’re about to respond but don’t get to as Jonas walks in. A hush settling in the room.

'Hello girls.' The Swedish man shoots everyone a smile as you all move to sit down on the chairs so you're facing him 'Special welcome back to Sunny, so nice to see you again after the break, congratulations on your success at the World Cup, you played brilliantly,' the mention of the world cup sends a stinging pain through you. You still hadn't fully recovered from the loss in the final to Spain, you were so close to winning and were still devastated that you couldn't get the result. 'Before we properly talk about the season ahead and reflect on the games against Paris fc and Linköping, I'd like to welcome our newest signing who I am sure will play a massive part in helping to lead us towards success. I am sure you already know who she is but please welcome Kyra Cooney Cross to the Arsenal family.' Everyone claps and some people even cheer as the Aussie comes into the room.

You almost immediately make eye contact with her who had been searching for you the moment she walked in. You have to bite your lip to hold back a large smile.

You hadn't seen her since the Lionesses had played the Matildas in the semifinals. You had been too busy recovering from your injury so you could be back in time for the start of the season to have time to properly catch up with her, so it took all your self-control not to get up and run into her arms.

She goes and sits with Caitlin, not wanting to make it weird if she went and sat with you.

You turn to Alessia who is sitting next to you, the two of you have a short conversation while Kyra is settling in, before you have to listen to Jonas talking about important stuff, but it was pretty much the same talk he had at the beginning of every season.

When he lets everyone go and do a light gym session, before proper training after lunch, you are almost immediately on your feet and heading into the gym.

You talk to Alessia but are hardly paying attention waiting for Kyra to come out wanting to say hi to your girlfriend. When she does, she's with Steph and Caitlin who are pointing at all the girls, probably telling Kyra all their names and stuff about them. You'd already done that over face time.

When Steph points to you and Alessia, you make eye contact again. This time you smile and wave at them. Kyra says something to them that you can't hear but they begin to walk over to you.

'I don't know if we should be doing this.' Steph says anxiously, who you can hear now since they were getting closer.

‘Doing what.’ Your girlfriend asks.

‘Introducing you and Sunny, you’re the biggest pests in the world.’ Caitlin tells her.

'We'll probably end up regretting this moment when they start stealing our boots every training session' Steph says and you grin at the left back.

'That's such a boring prank, I've got much better ones planned already.' You laugh and Caitlin rolls her eyes.

'Kyra this is y/n, but everyone calls her Sunny, Sunny this is Kyra.' Caitlin says to the both of you. It was weird hearing people introduce the two of you like you were strangers, but you played along with it anyways, not wanting to raise suspicions.

You pull her into a hug, and she wraps her arms back around you in return. You almost melt into her warmth, the familiar smell of her perfume consuming your nostrils. You could stay in Kyra's arms forever, but you know it would look weird if you stayed like this for too long.

'Nice meeting you.' Kyra says holding her hand out for you to shake. Her acting skills were terrible, she sounded like a robot, and you had to hold your breath so you wouldn't laugh at her.

'I look forward to playing with you this season.' You say back, knowing you probably sounded just as awkward as she did. You shake her hand, and she smiles slightly when she sees one of her rings on your finger. When you let go of each other Kyra turns to greet Alessia, this time the interaction seems more natural.

'It's going to be a tough race to see which one of you is more annoying.' Steph tells you as you and her watch Kyra interact with Alessia. You're not trying to look like a lovesick puppy, but as Caitlin looks at you from the side it's all she can think of, she tells herself she's just seeing things though, you can’t be looking at Kyra like she’s your long-lost lover. Right?

'I need the toilet.' Kyra whines to Steph after a while as the five of you are walking to the weights area of the gym.

'I'll show you where they are.' You say almost immediately, cringing at how eager you sounded to show a girl, who supposedly you were only meeting for the first time, where the toilets were. You played it off though missing Caitlin's small frown of confusion before she shrugs and says she'll meet Kyra at the cafeteria at Lunch.

'Don't get up to any mischief.' Steph tells Kyra in a way much like how a mother would talk to a child 'you don't want to make a bad first impression.' Kyra nods and you both watch as the two older Australians walk away.

'Lessi, you coming?' You ask the blonde striker, who shakes her head. 'I'm going to go and see Lotte.' She says leaving you and Kyra alone.

As you and Kyra walked off, you felt almost giddy. You had time just the two of you for the first time in ages. When you were out of sight from everyone else, yours and Kyra's hands intertwined.

'I've missed you so much.' She whispers a small smile cracking on your face.

'I've missed you more baby.' You say, turning around and holding open the door for her stepping to the side so she can enter. 'I'll wait out here for you.' A small frown forms on her cute face.

'I don't really need the toilet.' She tells you as though it was obvious 'I just wanted to spend time alone with you.' She steps closer to you placing a hand on your arm.

You two had been in moments like this too many times to keep count, but that didn't stop your heart from racing. Every time you were with Kyra, whether it be on facetime or in person, you'd constantly be questioning how you got so lucky to have a girl like her.

When she's so close to you that your chests are basically touching, you close that small gap placing your lips on her. Your hand holds the back of her neck, keeping her as near as possible, whilst hers sneak underneath the fabric of your training top running up and down your back. The contact of her skin on yours gives you shivers, turning into putty at Kyra's touch.

As the two of you were sharing a passionate moment, Steph and Caitlin were doing warmups in the corner of the gym, their voices were hushed but intense.

'I don't know, Steph.' Caitlin whispered; her brow furrowed with suspicion. 'Did you notice how they were acting before? It was just… off.' Steph nodded thoughtfully, adjusting the weights before her next shoulder press.

'Yeah, it was weird. Like they were trying too hard to act normal.' She glanced around before leaning in closer. 'Do you think they're hiding something from us? Like, maybe they knew each other before, and they've been keeping it from us this whole time?' Caitlin eyes widened with realization.

'I think you might be onto something. How else do you explain why Sunny was so eager to take Kyra to the toilet. and the way she was looking at her.' They exchanged knowing looks.

'Should we ask them about it?' Steph asked her Aussie teammate who just shook her head.

'Let's just see how the next few days go,' Caitlin says, not wanting to jump straight to conclusions 'There's probably nothing even going on and we're just overthinking. Sunny can be very friendly, that's probably it.' Steph hums in agreement the two of them changing the subject to Steph's upcoming wedding.

Back in the toilets you and Kyra were still making up for lost time. The two of you had moved into the bathrooms, you were sitting on the sink your legs wrapped around Kyra's torso. She had undone your plait, so your hair was now loose, all knotty from her hands being tangled in it.

When you pull away Kyra's eyes are glued to your face. The midfielder memorising every single detail almost as if she was never going to see you again. 'God your gorgeous.' She mumbles placing a light kiss on your jaw, you lean your head back a slight sigh of pleasure escaping your lips. Kyra uses this as an opportunity to place wet kisses all along your neck but you're quick to push her away knowing it would look strange if you came out of the toilets with fresh hickies littering your neck.

'Not now.' You tell her when she pouts, your quick to slide off the sink and readjust your t-shirt. 'We should get going before anyone notices we’ve been gone for a while.’

‘But I’ve only just got to see you.’ She complains clinging to your arm like a koala clings to a tree. ‘five more minutes? She begs giving you puppy eyes that you normally found it very hard to say no to.

‘I’m sorry Ky, but we really got to go otherwise they’ll start wondering where we are.’ It takes a minute of persuading Kyra, and then fixing your hair and hers before you’re walking back out to where everyone else is.

‘I’ve never heard anyone call you Sunny before.’ Kyra says.

‘Really? Surely you’ve heard someone call me it before, everyone does.’ You say slightly shocked, even your parents had started calling you Sunny.

‘Nope, never have.’ The Aussie answers ‘I think I’ll stick with babe and my love. You know, the names only I can call you.’ She sends a wink your way and you shove her lightly.

'Who said I wasn't seeing anyone else?' A teasing grin plasters your face as you joke with Kyra, her face turning stone cold.

‘I’ll take my ring back; I’ve been wondering where that was for a while now.’ She warns making you laugh.

‘Oh yeah.’ You’d almost forgotten about the ring ‘I think it looks better on me though. I even put it on my middle finger so I could do this.’ You flip her off making her jaw drop.

‘That is not the way you should be treating your amazing, super-hot and funny girlfriend is it?’ She teases ruffling your hair.

‘C’mon Ky.’ You sigh, undoing your hair again and re-plaiting it ‘That’s the second time you’ve messed my hair up already today.’ She laughs.

You are back in the gym now, hopping onto the bikes to do your warmups while Kyra leaves you to go back to Caitlin. When you get off the bike you grab a mat to do your stretches, alone until Vic comes next to you.

‘I’ve been looking for you for ages.’ She says sitting next to you watching as you stretch. ‘We need to do our pull-up comp, you may have beaten me last year but I want revenge.’ She grins and you roll your eyes.

‘As if. I love your confidence though.’

‘I’m serious, I’ve got this one in the bag.’ Vic tells you one you've finished, you and Vic make your way over to the pull up machines. Manu noticed the two of you getting ready and since last year, when you two had started the pull up competition everyone had been placing bets on who would win.

‘Everyone, Vic and Sunny are doing the pull up comp.’ The Austrian shouts catching most people’s attention.

Kyra was with Caitlin and Katie at the far side of the room, but still heard the goalkeepers loud shouts. ‘What is that?’ She asked the older pair.

‘When Vic joined last year her and Sunny did a competition to see who could do the most pull ups. Sunny won and Vic is determined to win this year.’ Katie says, catching Kyra’s interest. She’d love to see her girlfriend doing pull ups with her muscles on full display.

'Let's go watch.' Kyra insists, not leaving the others much a choice as she's already gotten up and started walking over.

'Someone's a bit eager.' Katie chuckles to Caitlin.

'Yeah.' The aussie responds, though her voice is only a mumble as her thoughts were still thinking about her and Steph's conversation from earlier.

When the trio reached the pull up machines, you and Vic were mid argument about who was going to go first. 'I won last time so I should get to pick.' You stated, restating your argument for the 100th time.

'Exactly.' Vic sighs, 'You won, so you don't need an advantage.' Everyone groans, some people who had gathered round to watch debating walking away if the two of you were going to keep going back and forth arguing the same points.

'Do you want to do this or not?' Manu asks the two of you, standing in between you to temporarily stop your bickering. 'Because if you carry on we're going to have to go outside before you can actually do the comp.'

'Fine.' You spit giving Vic a nasty glare 'You can go first, but you'll still lose.'

'Will not.'

'Will so.'

Will not.'

Will s-'

'Can the two of you shut up for once?' Lotte interrupts and you look around noticing that Lia, Sabs and Stina had all returned to their workouts.

'Sorry guys.' You apologize before walking over to the bar and getting your grip ready. When Manu says go you start, at first its easy and you breeze past the first 10, but then your arms begin to ache and you slow down each pull up becoming harder and harder.

'C'mon Sunny!' People begin cheering, their shouts getting louder as you get to your 20th, you use all your leftover strength to do one more before collapsing.

After catching your breath, you get up, sending Vic a cheeky smile as she gets on the bar ready to have her turn.

You spot Kyra watching from afar with Caitlin and Katie, not knowing that the girl was replaying your pull ups in your mind. The whole time she had been practically drooling over you, mainly your biceps that were on display.

No one had noticed the midfielders lovestruck expressions as she watched her girlfriend work out.

Everyone except Steph.

When Kyra notices you staring she smiles, dimples forming on her cheeks. She walks over to you and you've completely forgotten about the competition, unbeknownst to the loud cheers as Vic also reaches 20 pull ups. People sighing as she's unable to complete a 21st.

'Maybe I should get some bars so I can see you do that every day.' Your girlfriend whispers in your ear when she reaches you a small smile breaking onto your face.

'You enjoyed that did you?' You tease flexing your muscles causing Kyra's cheeks to get a light pink tint and her to stumble on her words.

You pull your sleeves back down when Vic wraps her arms around you. 'Were you even watching Sunny?'

A feeling of guilt washes over you as you realise you were too caught up with Kyra to watch Vic have her turn.

'Yes...'

'You little shit.' Vic gasps when you fail at lying 'I think you should be disqualified...' She turns around to everyone else 'Who else thinks Sunny should be disqualified?' she shouts everyone immediately agreeing.

'You guys.' You wine, hurt by their betrayal 'You don't even know why Vic thinks I should be disqualified.'

'Yeah but it's worth it to see you mad.' Katie laughs causing you to flip her off. 'I wouldn't be doing that if I were you.'

Later, when everyone was outside doing drills Steph and Kyra were distanced from the the others. The older girl asking Kyra about how she was settling in so far.

The left back, who had not been able to stop thinking about how you and Kyra had been acting strange decided now would be a good time to ask about you.

Steph leaned forward slightly, her expression curious yet casual. 'You and Sunny seem to get along really well. Do you like her?'

Kyra felt a pang of panic shoot through her. She hadn't expected Steph to pick up on anything. She tried to keep her voice steady, hoping that Steph was just being curious. 'Oh, um, Sunny? Yeah, she's… she's nice. We get along.' Kyra's words stumbled over each other, her mind racing for a suitable explanation.

Steph raised an eyebrow, her gaze penetrating. 'You seem a bit flustered,' she remarked softly, a knowing smile playing on her lips. 'Is there something you're not telling me?'

Kyra's heart sank. She hadn't planned for this conversation to take such a turn. You would kill her if Steph found out. She glanced around nervously, hoping no one else was listening in. 'I… I don't know what you mean Steph.' she managed finally, trying to keep her voice light despite the knot of anxiety in her stomach.

Steph leaned back, still smiling knowingly. She knew Kyra was hiding something. 'Come on, Kyra,' she said gently. 'I can tell when something's up. You can talk to me.'

Kyra sighed inwardly, knowing she couldn't keep denying it. She glanced over at Sunny, who was engrossed in her phone, oblivious to their conversation. 'It's… it's not like that,' Kyra began awkwardly, her cheeks flushing. 'We're just got along straight away.'

Steph's smile turned into a grin of amusement. 'Uh-huh,' she teased lightly. 'Sure, just friends.'

Kyra felt a mix of relief and nervousness. She hadn't intended to reveal anything, but now it seemed Steph was onto something. "I… I really mean it, I think that we're going to be close, that's all.' Kyra insisted, hoping her voice sounded convincing.

Steph chuckled softly, shaking her head. 'Okay, Kyra,' she said, her tone affectionate. 'Whatever you say.'

As they continued the drills, Kyra couldn't help stealing glances at you, when you looked up and caught her eye, you gave her a happy smile. Kyra thought Despite the awkwardness of the moment, Kyra couldn't deny the warmth she felt knowing that Steph suspected something, even if she hadn't outright admitted it.

[wosospacegirl]

ohhhhh also a katie x caitlin x reader sickfic would be cute 🤭 maybe reader is sleeping in the middle and katie and caitlin wake up to her burning up in the middle of the night and start taking her temperature etc. reader ofc is grumpy and delirious like ”get the fuck off me i’m trying to sleep” and katie’s there like ”can you just swallow this ibuprofen so we can all go back to sleep 😑”

-🦦

Sick - Katie x Caitlin x reader

Word count: 1k

a/n: sorry if this is a little off, I've been with a headache the whole day

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Y/n had been grumpy all day. 

The kind of grumpy where everything sounded too loud and too bright, and her head throbbed like there was a tiny drummer behind her eyes. 

She had snapped at Caitlin during breakfast, mumbled through the warm-up, and by the time they were halfway through gym work, she was lying flat on a mat with her arm over her eyes.

“Just a headache,” she muttered.

But when she asked Renée if she could skip cooldown and sleep on the bench in the locker room, Caitlin’s eyebrows furrowed.

Katie didn’t even joke. 

That’s when they knew something was actually wrong.

Katie and Caitlin had practically dragged her to the Arsenal nurse, who confirmed what they were already suspecting: the flu. 

Low-grade fever, congestion, and a headache Y/n swore could kill a lesser woman.

She was grumpy the entire ride home, grumbling as they swung by the pharmacy.

 Katie got her water and a bag of meds; Caitlin kept a hand on her back as she walked like a proper zombie across the flat.

By the time they got in, she barely made it to the sofa before collapsing face-first into the cushions.

Katie lay down beside her without a word, pulling the duvet over them both, her arm slinging across Y/n’s waist. It was warm. 

Y/n hated how good it felt.

Katie snorted from her spot behind her on the sofa, arm slung over Y/n’s waist like she was making sure she didn’t crawl away. 

“Not before dinner,” she muttered, nuzzling into her hoodie to hide a tired smile.

Ten minutes later, Caitlin appeared with the bowl in hand and a look of determined care. She knelt beside the sofa, spoon in the bowl already.

“Come on. Just a few bites.”

“No,” Y/n grumbled, squeezing her eyes shut dramatically. “Soup is disgusting. I would rather chew glass.”

“You said you would rather die five minutes ago,” Katie pointed out helpfully. “Glass is a step up, I think you're already feeling a little better!!”

“Stop helping,” Y/n snapped weakly, already burrowing deeper under the blanket like she could escape them both.

Caitlin tried again. “Please? Just three spoonfuls. You need something warm in you, baby.”

Y/n groaned again, turning away. “I’ll eat literally anything else. Just not—” she gagged dramatically, “soup.”

She felt Caitlin sigh, felt the sofa shift as the auustralian sat down beside her legs, cradling the bowl between her hands, clearly not ready to give up. 

But it was Katie who moved first.

She leaned down, brushing warm lips against Y/n’s burning cheek. 

“Please, baby?” she said softly, voice low and unusually tender. “Just a few spoonfuls. For me?”

Y/n blinked, eyes cracking open, her brain fuzzy from fever but still functioning enough to notice something strange. “You’re being… weirdly nice.”

Katie shrugged, clearly trying to look casual but failing as she tucked a strand of hair behind Y/n’s ear. “You’re sick.”

“Yeah, but you’re never this soft.”

Katie rolled her eyes, but her hand didn’t leave Y/n’s cheek. “That’s why I’m never soft. You get all suspicious.”

Y/n smiled a little, a reluctant pull at the corners of her lips. “Hmm, whatever…you kissed me. I’ll eat your dumb soup.”

Caitlin beamed and moved in with the spoon before she could change her mind.

That night, Y/n fell asleep between them, head still hot, body trembling under the duvet.

Caitlin fed her slowly, gently, until the bowl was empty.Katie pressed a thermometer under her arm.

At 3 am, Y/n woke up drenched in sweat.

Her skin felt like it was on fire, her t-shirt clinging uncomfortably to her back. Her head pounded.

She blinked blearily into the dark, trying to orient herself—only to find both Caitlin and Katie hovering over her like two over-concerned vultures.

“What the—Jesus,” she croaked, her voice raspy and dry. “Get the fuck off me, I’m trying to sleep.”

Caitlin knelt beside the bed, worry written all over her face even in the low light. 

“You’re burning up,” she whispered, gently brushing sweaty strands of hair away from Y/n’s forehead, her touch soft and cool against overheated skin.

Y/n winced and turned her face into the pillow. “Stop touching me.”

Katie didn’t look the least bit fazed.

She stood on the other side of the bed, holding out a glass of water and a small pill between two fingers.

“Can you just swallow this ibuprofen so we can all go back to sleep?” she deadpanned, eyes half-lidded with sleep and her accent thicker than usual.

Y/n rolled onto her back dramatically, groaning as she took the water with trembling hands. “I hate both of you.”

Katie leaned down and kissed her forehead, not caring that she was a literal furnace. “We know,” she said. “Now take the fucking pill.”

Y/n swallowed it with a grimace, gulped the rest of the water, and then collapsed back onto the pillows like it had taken everything out of her.

Caitlin gently tugged the damp t-shirt off her, replacing it with one of her own soft hoodies before crawling back under the covers. 

Katie followed suit, tossing the duvet back over all three of them and shifting until Y/n was cocooned between them again.

And when she woke up several hours later—her head still fuzzy but the fever mostly broken—she found Caitlin curled into her chest, softly snoring, arm draped protectively over her waist. .

Katie was lying on her side, one hand loosely wrapped around Y/n’s fingers, like she had never let go even in sleep.

Y/n didn’t say anything. She just lay there, letting herself be held.

And even though she was still exhausted and sore all over… she felt just a bit better.

[enwoso]

You just know Alessia told the arsenal girls how leah reacted at the game and she's being bullied in the group chat for harassing a 4 year old and teen ref

no because you know i had to do a little blurbs for this it’s too funny not to..

read not on my watch first otherwise this little extra won’t fully make sense☺️

— grumpy masterlist

[wlwsoccerfics]

A friend for Harper & Harley (Kyra Cooney-Cross/Foord/Matildas Reader)

Warnings: pregnancy announcement

Summary: you and Kyra announce your pregnancy to the Matildas.

You told people you had an Injury you needed to nurse so that's why you wouldn't play football for a while. Yet you still went to national Camp with Kyra. Your wife of a little over a year.

It was the first Lunch with everyone together and you got more and more excited for the Team to find out. So was Kyra. You two were holding hands. Before you would tell everyone else you would tell your older sister Caitlin. You went to grab a Jersey with her number on it. But instead of Foord on the back it Said 'auntie' on it. You planned on doing the same with an Ireland Jersey for Katie. For obvious reasons.

"you two are always holding hands. Our two pests are all grown up!" Lani said and wiped away a tear that wasn't there. Playfully grabbing a tissue. "I am getting emotional!" She stated.

"what can i say, i love my wife. maybe you should get yourself one!" Kyra replied and you almost choked on your water, laughing softly.

"good one!" Macca answered. Chuckling softly. She wasn't the only one finding it funny. Your sister was practically dying with laughter.

"they are like this at Arsenal as well. It's cute." Caitlin admitted.

"thanks for the support, sis!" You replied and smiled at her. You had asked her to come to your room with you and Kyra after that Lunch. Which she happily did.

"so what do you want to talk about?" Caitlin asked after she sat down on the bed in the room you shared with your wife.

"we have a gift for you!" You told her. Kyra handing her the Box.

"a Gift?" Caitlin asked and looked at the Box.

"yes. Open it." Kyra stated. Caitlin was a bit confused at first but when she took the Jersey Out of the Box and saw the word 'auntie' Written in it, she jumped Up. Tears in her eyes already.

"you aren't hurt, you are pregnant!" Your sister figured out and pulled both you and Kyra into a hug.

"exactly that!" You admitted. Tearing up now as well.

"congrats sis. Congrats Ky! I am so happy for the two of you!" Caitlin replied.

"thank you!" Your wife replied.

"yes thank you sis!" You told her. You let her know that you will tell the Team later tonight and that she can't Tell Katie cause you were planning on doing the Jersey thing for her as well. You also admitted that you haven't told anyone else just yet.

It was practice now so you decided to go for a little Walk to the bakery. Getting a huge Box of Donuts for everyone. When you got back to the Hotel you wrote 'eat Up, i can't be the only one gaining weight — y/n PS: yes it's true your two favorite pests are having a baby!' and you taped an Ultrasound picture into the Lid as well. So they would read it and See the Message and the Ultrasound picture.

When Kyra came back to the room after practice she thought the ideas was adorable and she loved it very much.

So Not even 3 hours later you placed it on the table with the desserts while everyone was eating Dinner. Kyra got everyones attention.

"the pest has something to say!" She yelled out. Everyone turned to her.

"what is it?" Charli wanted to know.

"y/n has got some Dessert for everyone. It's in the Box. So after you are done with Dinner. Please have a sweet treat." Your wife replied. The others cheered and soon started to get some Dessert. Harper was the first to Open it, together with Macca and Lani who both freaked out.

"oh my god!" Lani yelled out.

"y/n's pregnant!" Macca screamed out. Everyone went to hug and congratulate the two of you. the Girls were all cryingy while Harley and Harper jumped up and down in excitement.

"a new friend!" Harper said.

"for both of us!" Harley replied. They both were so happy. There were lots of hugs. They all promised not to post or tell anyone cause you wanted to let your Families know before telling the world. Which of course everyone respected.