#jflemings blurb night

[jflemings]

Hello mind if I request kate martin x Clark reader " my sister is going to kill you " i wanted to request something, but this one caught my eye from your post , so this is my request. Thank you

— hickey

kate martin x clark!reader

blurb

your eyes are wide as you stare back at yourself in the mirror. there’s not enough makeup in the world that could properly cover the marks on your neck that kate had given you last night.

kate walks into the bathroom, lazily grabbing your waist and kissing your cheek “hey baby”

“my sister is going to kill you” you gesture to your neck “i’m never going to be able to look her in the eye again”

your girlfriend grimaces “it’s not that bad, i’m sure your makeup will cover it”

you give her a deadpan look through the mirror “there already is makeup on it”

she kisses her teeth and places two fingers on your chin, tilting your jaw. kate inspects the mark warily “maybe you can wear a scarf? or that cute turtle neck you’ve got — the brown one”

“in this heat? are you dreaming!”

“jus’ tryna be helpful” she shrugs before kissing your cheek again “maybe she won’t see it”

“you mean maybe she won’t beat your ass for putting it on me”

kate wraps her arms around your midsection and hooks her chin over your shoulder “you’re an adult, are you not? and it’s not like the sex wasn’t consensual. caitlin can deal with it”

you cup the side of your face “it’s cute that you think she’s not gonna care that she now definitely knows we’re having sex”

“it’s cute that you think her empty threats are going to stop me”

[jflemings]

please could you write something for leah where reader has been away for work and comes home and leah just absolutely loves on her 🥹 need me a cuddly clingy needy lots of kisses leah in my life :(

— needy

leah williamson x reader

blurb

leah wasn’t a needy person by nature, but you’d been gone on a work trip for the past two weeks, and she was really craving your presence.

she was in the middle of moping around when she heard your key turn in the front door. her ears perk up and she whips her head around as you walk into your apartment and into the living room, dropping your bag and holding your arms out.

“honey i’m home!” you say loudly as if leah isn’t in the same room as you.

leah, however, wastes no time jumping up and out of her seat, crossing the room in record time and flying right into your arms. she squeezes you and lifts you off the ground in excitement “you weren’t supposed to be home for another two days!”

you giggle “i know, but we finished up early”

she places you back on the ground and takes your face in her hands, kissing you all over your face over and over again. you can’t help but laugh at her neediness “leah, honey, are you feeling okay?”

she stops “do you know what it’s like to be without you for two weeks?” she asks you with a dramatic tone

“no, i don’t” you answer blankly as you start to take off your coat “but i know what it’s like to be without you for two weeks”

“yeah, it must be horrible!”

you roll your eyes and go to pick up your bag before leah beats you to it. she’s quick to level you with a flat look before she trots off towards a your bedroom, jutting her chin so you can follow her.

she puts your bag in your wardrobe before she dramatically pulls back the covers on your bed. you watch her fluff up the pillows as you get changed into comfier clothes, smiling when you see how eager she is to get into bed.

as soon as you throw on a pair of her arsenal sweats, she grabs you by the hand and pulls you down onto the plush mattress with her. she sighs and pulls you onto her chest “this is nice”

“you’re ridiculous” you laugh, shaking your head.

[jflemings]

Alessia Russo + Post Argument make-up talk // Alessia tries to forget about the argument after a while and goes in for a hug, kiss, or any other form of affection that is a force of habit but Reader gives her the cold shoulder + “i don’t want to go to bed angry…can we please talk about this?” 

— attention

alessia russo x reader

blurb

you have your back turned to alessia as she climbs into bed. she shifts as she slides under the covers and gets comfortable before letting a relaxed sigh past her lips. her arm slides around your waist and she begins to cuddle into your back, but you push her off without a word.

the argument earlier had been tiresome and quick, but it hurt as if she had screamed and cursed at you. it was silly. you had been feeling a bit neglected since the season started back up and alessia, tired as ever, had simply told you that you that she couldn’t give you the attention you wanted all the time and that you were just being needy.

perhaps you were overreacting by giving her the cold shoulder, but her words cut deep and you weren’t prepared to let her off the hook when she hadn’t even apologised.

“babe” she says tiredly, her hand on your shoulder “please”

you shrug her off once again and she sits up.

“i don’t want to go to bed angry… can we please talk about this?”

“talk about how i’m too needy?” you snap “yeah, sure. tell me all about it”

the striker sighs “i didn’t mean it like that. i just meant that with everything going on at the moment — the inconsistency of the team, the losses, the pressure — i’m not always going to be able to give you my undivided attention”

you shake your head and sit up along side her “i know that, less, and i don’t expect to have your undivided attention. what i do expect is a little communication” rubbing your arm, you look away from her briefly to figure out your words. she still doesn’t say anything, just listening to you as you speak.

“i won’t be offended if you need space or if you want to be left alone, i get that. i know how disappointing the season has been so far for you, okay? i see it, but completely brushing me off, giving me short answers and sometimes straight up ignoring me is not something i’m going to tolerate. your mood shouldn’t affect how you treat me”

alessia nods and places a tender hand on your back “i know, and i’m so sorry. it’s not right of me to treat you the way i have been, especially since i’ve not confided in you whenever you’ve asked me if i wanted to talk. you aren’t needy, and i know you don’t ask for my undivided attention very often.”

she leans into you and places a quick kiss on your cheek “and i’m also sorry for not speaking about it sooner”

you place your hand on her cheek and lean in to kiss her sweetly, pulling away and smiling softly at her “it’s okay. i’m sorry for not speaking about it too”

“can i get that cuddle now?”

“of course you can”

[jflemings]

For blurb night:

Grace Clinton x shy!reader - maybe R easily blushes and Grace loves taking advantage of it but only Grace can and she goes into protective guard dog if anyone else teases you

— red in the face

grace clinton x shy!reader

blurb

“grace” you say as firmly as you can “stop it”

your girlfriend merely snickers and pokes your warm cheek in response “you’re goin’ a bit red there. was it somethin’ i said?”

your face heats up more and you begin to push her hand away so you don’t draw the attention of the girls around you.

you loved having grace back with you at united, but you had somehow forgotten how much she didn’t mind embarrassing you with her over the top flirting in public.

she continues to snicker and whisper things in your ear as the two of you do your workouts. she’s subtle enough that she won’t get told off for it, but not subtle enough that you don’t go bright red.

you’re on the bike when grace hooks her chin over your shoulder and places her hand over yours on the handle. you can feel her smirk against your ear as she talks.

“have i ever told you how good your bum looks in these shorts?” she whispers to you, playing with the hem of your training shorts “gonna look a lot better on my floor”

your face goes beet red just as ella passes. she cocks her head and smirks “a bit red there, y/l/n”

before you can even think of a rebuttal, grace jumps to your defence.

“piss off tooney” she says lightly enough that it’s not offensive, but with enough bite that ella knows she isn’t really joking.

ella waves grace off and goes back to what she was doing, leaving the two of you to it.

“smooth clinton” you say as she lifts her chin off your shoulder

she shrugs and smiles cheekily at you “no one makes a joke out of my girl’s red face”

[jflemings]

hey this example sounds so good!!!! so pls cook this ilysm!!!! kk harvey x shy!reader (maybe shes a premed or nursing major), the library, "you don't talk much, do you?" again ILYSMMM TYOUUUU

— pestering

caroline harvey x shy!reader

ficlet

“so are you gonna come to the game? lacey mentioned she talked to you about it” caroline says as she swings the plastic chair around so it’s backwards.

she moves your sprawled out notes into a neat pile and folds her arms over the back of the chair, ducks her head, and looks at you. you spare her a side glance and shrug. lacey had indeed asked you about going to their first home game of the season, but you wanted to get ahead of your studies to save stress later on and you couldn’t do that if you were distracted. like you’re beginning to be now.

kk peers over your notes, running her finger along the edge of the leaflet of paper “you’ve got really neat handwriting. mine sometimes looks like chicken scratch” she says as she continues to read “i don’t know how you can even study this stuff, i feel like i don’t know what half of these words mean”

you crack a smile but continue re-writing what you’re revising, almost paying caroline no attention.

the two of you weren’t friends, per say, but you were friendly. lacey was your mutual ground and the two of you would only really interact if she was your buffer because you were so painfully shy and kk just… wasn’t. she was outgoing and confident in social situations, finding it easy to slide into conversation with the people around her. you, on the other hand, tended to find yourself hiding behind your friends and their habit of engaging in loud conversation. it allowed you to fade into the background and merely listen.

but now, the hockey player has seemingly set out on a mission to change that.

“you don’t talk much, do you?” she asks again, quieter this time, when she remembers that it’s not just you two in the common area of the library.

you shrug “i prefer to listen” you answer quietly as you fiddle with the cap of your pen.

kk smiles “so you’d seriously sit here and listen to me talk whilst you study?”

“if you had planned to sit here and watch me study, then yeah. i guess”

her eyes narrow and a moment passes where neither of you speak. you feel hot under her gaze and hope to god that your face isn’t as red as it feels right now.

“i hadn’t planned too. but if you’re offering, i’m not opposed” she says lowly as she leans into your personal space.

“i didn’t offer anything. you’re the one that sat down” you point at her. she holds her hands up in defence but settles back over the chair, now quiet as you continue with your studies.

you get a good five minutes of quiet before she speaks up again.

the olympian kisses her teeth “i still think you should come to the game”

“i don’t even know the rules of hockey” you answer, not looking up from your page.

“i’ll teach you! or lacey, if that’s better”

you put down your pen and rest your chin on your hand “you aren’t going to let up until i agree to go, are you?”

caroline shakes her head no and shows you a cheeky grin “no probably not”

sighing, you relent “fine” you hold a finger up just as she looks like she’s about to accidentally cheer in a quiet library “but you have to leave me alone for the rest of today. if i’m going to go then i really need to get this finished”

in one swift motion, she stands and places the chair the right way around. she salutes you “i’ll see you there”

[jflemings]

Caroline and r realising they’re more than friends and having their first kiss together even though they’re both unsure. Kk keep’s complementing R and It’s just really wholesome and fluffy!!

— kissing compliments

caroline harvey x reader

blurb

caroline’s thumb caresses your cheekbone as she pulls away from you. the warm feeling of her lips on yours lingers as you slowly open her eyes to look into her twinkling ones.

she lazily smiles “you’re so pretty”

the blush dusting your cheeks intensifies and you try to hide your face in kk’s hands. she holds your face up so you can’t though, and continues to compliment you.

“and smart. have i told you that i think you’re so smart?”

“you tell me all the time”

“i was telling you as your friend. now i’m telling you as…” she trails off, furrowing her brows when she realises she doesn’t know what the two of you are.

i read of finishing her sentence like you normally would, you surge forward and capture her lips in yours again. you feel her grip on your face tighten ever so slightly as she pulls you further into her, pulling the air out of your lungs as she slides her tongue along your bottom lip.

the two of you sit making out on your bed for god knows how long. you’d somehow ended up on top of her, straddling her hips as you kissed her feverishly.

you break the kiss “girlfriend sounds fine” you say against her lips.

caroline smiles “well. my girlfriend is very hot, and a very good kisser”

[jflemings]

guro x kerr!reader being completely oblivious to guro liking her and sam finds it so funny

— it’s so obvious

guro reiten x kerr!reader, sam kerr x sister!reader

blurb

sam resists the urge to laugh as you, once again, take guro’s blantent flirting as just being friendly. the norwegian visibly deflates as you walk away and begin talking to niamh and cat, the look on her face being priceless.

since you’d started working for chelsea’s media team last season, guro had been absolutely smitten with you. she had endured endless teasing from the girls over your obliviousness but she didn’t care.

sam waves her over to the booth they’ve claimed in the bar, biting off a smile when she sees the defeated look on her friends face. guro slides into the seat and puts her chin in her palm “i can’t believe she thinks i’m just being friendly! i’ve made it so obvious at this point”

“she doesn’t know you like her because you have asked her out on a date” erin says from opposite her “obviously the girl’s not going to think you like her if you haven’t made a move”

“I’ve made plenty of moves!”

sam swirls the ice in her glass “complimenting her t-shirt and telling her she’s good at her job doesn’t count” she says confidently “i’ve known her her whole life. trust me, you’ve just got to be up front and honest. nip it in the bud”

guro’s brows furrow as she watches you and niamh chat all the way to the bar. you’re clearly very invested in the conversation and whatever niamh has to say, even though guro is sure that with her intoxicated state she isn’t making much sense.

without warning — to herself or her friends around her — guro stands and marches straight up to you and niamh, putting her hand on your shoulder to get your attention.

your eyes brighten as you turn to face her “i was wondering where you just got too!” you tell her over the loud music “do you want a drink?”

“would you like to go on a date with me?” the words tumble out of her mouth and she bites the inside of her cheek “i mean—”

“finally” niamh says loudly next to you “wait ‘till i tell jessie about this. should i call her?” she contemplates out loud.

you pay your friend no mind as you lace your fingers through guro’s “i would love to go on a date with you” you say with a smile “can i get you a drink?”

guro smiles and nods, the alcohol only making her blush more prominent. beside you, niamh fiddles with her phone.

“i’m gonna call her. what time is it in portland? who cares, she’ll want to know that guro finally grew some balls of steel”

“niamh”

[jflemings]

more leah x reader - maybe like reader getting all like clucky seeing leah hold a baby and be like cute with kids

— mother material

leah williamson x reader

ficlet

one thing that you loved was seeing leah in her element.

on a football pitch in front of thousands of screaming fans was exactly where she belonged and you were eternally grateful that you got to see it week in week out from the front row.

right now though, you weren’t focused on the fact that you were getting to see her play a sold out emirates. no, you were focused on the way she was quietly speaking to her cousin’s son as she stood on the pitch.

he was her mascot for the game and she had taken extra care to make sure he was comfortable and felt safe with her in front of sixty thousand fans. she keeps eye contact with him and holds him securely on her hip, bouncing every so often when he appears to be getting overwhelmed.

your ovaries were bursting at the way she was interacting with him and you couldn’t help but wish that it was your child she was holding.

“one day, hey” her cousin says from beside you, a small smirk playing on her lips.

your eyebrows raise slightly before stealing a glance back at leah “yeah, maybe”

“she’s good with him” the woman next to you says as she crosses her arms “and he really likes it when she comes around, even if she doesn’t do it often”

“sounds like you’re trying to pitch me the idea” you laugh and take a sip of you drink

she hums “with a partner like leah, i don’t think i need to pitch you the idea”

you hum as you watch leah walk to the sidelines to hand the young boy off to his father. she gives him a small wave before looking up to you and blowing a quick kiss your way, smiling cheekily as she runs off.

the engagement ring on your left hand suddenly feels heavier. the topic of kids had obviously been brought up and the two of you decided that children would be in your future one way or another, it was just something that you envisioned for yourselves. you had always said that you wanted to wait for the right time, and that there was no point thinking of kids if you didn’t have room in your lives for them.

now, none of that mattered. you wanted kids with leah right now. you wanted to make her a mother, to give her a little family that she could come home to. you wanted your future to arrive already.

you sit down and cross your legs, playing with the ring “definitely not” you say to her cousin “maybe in the near future, if the timing is right”

she smirks “she’s certainly mother material, i’ll give her that”

“she sure is”

[jflemings]

Blurb night idea:

Grace Clinton - “i love you and i will always support you, but i will never ever do that for you”

(maybe R is an Arsenal player?)

— skewed

grace clinton x arsenal!reader

blurb

“baaaaabe” grace whines through your apartment as she follows you into the bathroom “please”

she had spent the better half of the past hour trying to convince you to wear her tottenham shirt to the fa cup final. despite not being able to play in the final against her parent club, grace was still adamant that you be present for the game. you, of course, were going to go for support but you had intended to keep a low profile due to your secret relationship and the fact that you play for arsenal.

you roll your eyes and shift through your makeup bag looking for your bronzer. you look up her through the mirror “grace. c’mon”

“it’s one game!”

“a game that i will not be caught dead in a spurs shirt at”

“but it’s my shirt” she hooks her chin over your shoulder “please”

rolling your eyes again, you take the cap off your cream bronzer stick and pull your bronzer brush out of the mason jar it’s kept in “i love you and i will always support you, but i will never do that for you”

“i’d wear it if it was you playing!” she wraps her arms around your torso and squeezes, tucking her chin into the crook of your neck.

“no you wouldn’t. beth would have your head if she saw you were in an arsenal shirt”

it’s grace’s turn to roll her eyes. she untucks her chin and leans back as you brush the makeup brush against the cream bronzer and apply it to your face. she continues to watch you in the mirror, her eyes lingering on your face as you focus.

“okay. fine. maybe she would! but i’d still wear it”

“your loyalties are skewed, my love” you smirk

grace tilts her head and lazily smiles at you. she leans around your shoulder to look you in the eye “only for you, darlin’”

she kisses you sweetly, her smile still lazily plastered on her face as her lips mould against your own. you smirk against her “being sweet won’t get me in that shirt”

“come onnnnn”

[jflemings]

jessie fleming + “i’ve missed you so much” (nsfw)

— personal best (nsfw)

jessie fleming x reader

2 for the price of 1 i say

ficlet

you throw your head back between your shoulders as jessie places open mouthed kisses on your neck. your chest rises and falls and your legs open wider as she turns up the speed on the vibrator.

you pant and screw your eyes shut at the feeling of your third orgasm of the night building deep within you. jessie’s mouth runs along the column of your throat as she presses the toy further, making your legs spasm “good girl” she mumbles against your hot skin.

the whine that escapes you could be considered embarrassingly desperate if you weren’t literally on the edge. your back arches off the bed “jess”

“i know” she says as she tucks hair behind your ear “doing so good for me, my girl” she kisses the side of your face “i’ve missed you so much. you have no idea how much i thought about you like this while i was away, i couldn’t get you out of my head”

“jessie please” you beg as you put an arm around her neck and pull her into you.

you can feel the breath on the shell of your ear as she laughs “c’mon, you gonna come for me?”

all you can do is offer a weak nod before the coil in your belly snaps. your legs shake and close around jessie’s hand and the vibrator, and your mouth drops in a long winded moan. your hips buck against her as you subtly try to push the toy away from your sensitive clit.

jessie turns the vibrator off and throws it onto the bed before leaving your side. she pushes your legs open and sits between them before sliding an arm under your back and pulling you towards her so that you’re chest to chest.

your legs fall over the sides of her hips as you get settled on her lap and your head rolls against her shoulder as you pant.

“you okay?” she says lowly

you nod “fantastic”

one of her palms is flat on your back whilst the other traces patterns across your shoulder blades. she continues to kiss the side of your face as you come down “you think you can give me another?”

you lift your head to look her in the eyes. her pupils are blown out wide and freckles cheeks are flushed “because we haven’t even used the strap yet”

she holds the strap up to you and raises her eyebrows before smirking. your own eyebrows raise in challenge as you play with the baby hairs at the base of her skull “what are you going for a record or something?” you playfully ask.

jessie cocks her head “something like that”

“go on then, gotta beat your personal best”

[jflemings]

Alessia Russo + late night romantic moments // one listening to the other talk (or rant) about their day, the room being too dark for the other to notice how their partner is lovingly gazing at them, hanging on to every word that leaves their lips

— in the dark

alessia russo x chelsea!reader

blurb

(this might not rlly fit the prompt :/ sorry)

“and i wasn’t getting on the end of any passes. it was like my body completely forgot how to play football! i feel like i made a fool out of myself in front of sonia” you speak into the darkness, the worries of your first training session with your new coach playing on your mind.

alessia blindly reaches for you, gripping your hand tightly “i’m sure you didn’t make a fool out of yourself” she says confidently “everybody has bad training sessions but sonia sounds smart. she hasn’t gone into the job blindly, she’s watched your matches before. she knows how good you are”

“less—”

the sheets rustle with her movement and you feel the mattress dip closer to you, followed by your girlfriend’s arm draped over your chest. you can’t see anything — not even your own hand if it was two inches from your face — but you can feel her eyes on you. she looks at you with so much love and admiration that you can feel it radiating off of her.

“i’m serious” she says softly to you “one bad session doesn’t mean you’re a bad player or that she won’t consider you as a season starter. you’re talented and i know she knows it”

you let her words hand in the air and sigh, attempting to let all of your worries wash over you like water. you move closer towards alessia and pull her arm further over you so that she’s half on top of you, before you wrap your arms around her.

“i love you, do y’know that? i can’t think of another person that would let me rant about my day over and over the way you do”

“thats what i’m here for” she says as she kisses your cheek “and who else would give as great advice as i do? i can’t think of a single person”

“lotte, probably”

“hey!”

[jflemings]

For Blurb night can we get a mini ficlet of sorts with Jessie and reader who can’t sleep<3

— night owl

jessie fleming x reader

ficlet

when jessie rolls over in the dead of night, she expects to feel your sleep-warm body. instead all she gets is cold, unoccupied sheets.

the midfielder blindly reaches for her phone on the nightstand to check the time, knocking her knuckles against the wood in the process. she groans as her phone lights up, the 3:03 staring back at her.

she groggily slides out of bed and rubs a hand over her face before tucking her hair behind her ears. there’s a light from the kitchen that guides her to where she knows you’ll be, hopefully washing up an empty cup of tea, ready to come back to bed.

the iridescent light from the kitchen hood lowly illuminates you, casting shadows behind you. jessie wordlessly pads over to you and wraps her arms around your waist from behind. she squeezes you as she snuggles her head into the dip between your shoulder blades, feeling you exhale.

“can’t sleep?” you ask

“can’t sleep without you” she mumbles “how long have you been up?”

you sigh and look into your empty mug “long enough to have three cups of tea”

you feel jessie’s forehead roll against the top of your spine “c’mon” she says as her palms flatten against your ribcage “come back to bed. your side’s gone cold”

she hooks her chin your your shoulder and leans her head into yours. you lean back into her and relish in the feeling of her warm hands sliding up under your shirt so that they rest on your stomach. “soon” you say.

jessie shakes her head “you’ve been awake long enough, c’mon”

she lets you put your cup in the sink before completely pulling you away from the kitchen and back down the hall to your shared bedroom. she keeps a firm, but gentle, grip on you as she guides you back into bed, only letting go so that you can slide back under the covers comfortably.

the canadian climbs in after you and allows you to wrestle with the covers before settling. you kick your feet a few times and roll onto your stomach, immediately reaching for jessie who grabs your hand and pulls you towards her.

your head comes to rest in the nape of her neck and you throw your leg over hers, grinning when she lets out a stuttered sigh at the feeling on your cold feet on her own. she wraps her arms around you reguardless and burrows her head further back into her pillow.

“g’night” she mumbles as she kisses your forehead “love you s’much”

you kiss her jawline delicately “i love you too. goodnight jess”

[jflemings]

Hello! Love your fics very, very much :) Loved your Sammy K fic heaps, not many people write for her :'( But I thought I'd shoot my shoot and send you a prompt for her.

Sammy K, "you're short Sam, deal with it."

Take it if you please, if it doesn't tickle your fancy, leave it be. Also not sure if I missed blurb night, it's late afternoon on the 21st for me where I am.

Love your stuff and very, very grateful that you share it here with us crazies

— above average

sam kerr x reader

blurb

you roll your eyes as your fiancée continues a dead argument. she holds her hand flat at the top of her head “babe, i’m serious. i’m at least 5’9”

you continue to fold the laundry — separating yours and sam’s clothes and then organising them by item — as she goes on and on about her height.

“isn’t emily 5’10? how can you be 5’9 if she’s so much taller than you”

sam drops her hands by her side “she is not that much taller than me. and when’s the last time we saw em? i think your memory is a little foggy”

you shake your head “honey” you say almost mockingly “my memory isn’t foggy”

she’s quick to step out of the kitchen and cross the room towards you, immediately putting the back of her hand to your forehead “bub you’re burning up!”

you smack her hand away “you’re short sam, deal with it”

“i’m above average!”

“as a footballer, maybe”

the striker’s jaw drops and she makes a noise that sounds like a mix of a squark and an outraged cry “maybe?! i’m one of the best in the world and i’m not even being cocky”

you kiss her cheek and go back to folding her t-shirts “i know baby, you’re the best”

she nods decisively once and crosses her arms over her chest “and i’m tall”

“no, sam, you aren’t”

[jflemings]

Kyra and reader with Arsenal team " why both of you are in the tree ?" Thank you

— monkey see, monkey do

kyra cooney cross x arsenal!reader

ficlet

really, you should’ve known better.

there was no way that you should’ve completely trusted yourself to help your girlfriend out of a tree, especially with your debilitating fear of heights. kyra scaled it to retrieve a ball she kicked up into the branches and got stuck once she realised that she didn’t have a proper way to get down.

“oh my god” you whine into the rough bark “kyra”

“i’m sorry babe” she says to you with a grimace as she checks the time on her phone again “lessi said they weren’t far away”

you roll your forehead against the rough bark and let go a shaky sigh “i wish they’d get here faster” you mumble under your breath as kyra reaches around the trunk on the tree and lays her hand over your knuckles.

“i really am sorry, i thought i could get down by myself” she says quietly to you, her brown eyes big and apologetic.

shaking your head, you sigh again. “it’s not your fault. i should’ve thought about the fact that i’m afraid of heights”

kyra sends you a soft smile as her thumb rubs over your skin. your palms feel clammy and you screw your eyes shut so the world doesn’t spin.

“how have you done that, then?” a voice comes from below.

you crack an eye open to see a head of blonde hair “lessi” you breathe.

she sends you a small smile as lotte and emily come up behind her. lotte cocks her head and emily scratches her temple “why are both of you in a tree?” the american questions.

lotte approaches the trunk and puts her hand against it, attempting to reach your foot by stretching her hand up “y/n” she says softly “can you take my hand?”

you shake your head. kyra watches you carefully “i kicked a ball up into the tree and got stuck when i climbed up to get it. y/n followed me up when i got stuck”

emily clicks her tongue and follows lotte, standing directly under the branch you’re sat on. alessia nods at kyra’s explanation and follows your teammate’s lead, standing opposite emily and holding out her forearms to link them with emily’s.

“y/n if you grab lotte’s hand and swing your leg over the branch you can stand on lessi and i’s forearms” emily explains to you assuringly.

you hesitate for a moment before nodding and grabbing lotte’s outstretched hand. her fingers wrap around yours tightly and as she steadies herself against the trunk. kyra reaches back around the front of the tree and grabs your free hand while you swing your leg over the strong branch.

you hold onto your girlfriend’s hand for dear life “oh my god” you harshly whisper to yourself.

“it’s okay, lotte and i have got you”

alessia adjusts her feet and plants them further into the dirt “we’ve got you”

you breathe in and slowly shuffle your butt off the branch. you come off the branch enough for lotte to grab your forearm with her other hand, her iron grip telling you that she has absolutely no intention of you falling. slowly you lower your right leg onto emily and lessi’s forearms, relishing in the stable feeling. your left follows suit until you’re stood on their arms.

once you get out of reach kyra let’s your hand go and watches lotte swap her hold on your hand and arm to onto your waist. she lifts you off your teammate’s arms and plants you firmly on the ground.

“holy fucking shit” you breathe heavily as you feel solid ground beneath you “jesus christ”

lotte runs a hand down your back “see? not that bad”

you roll your eyes and turn around to see alessia and emily standing under kyra in the same position as before. kyra has a little bit of an easier time getting down; she throws the ball she retrieved down onto the ground before planting both hands beside her on the branch and pushing her butt off. lotte holds her securely as well and guides her onto the secure arms of your friends, only letting go when she jumps off them.

she goes straight to you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders “i am so sorry” she says into your hair as she kisses her temple “i should’ve thought about the fact that you’re scared of heights before asking you to help me”

you shake your head smiling and pull away from her “it’s okay kyra, seriously”

“thank god that’s done” alessia says as she rubs her arms. she flicks the ball up to her chest and drops it onto a raised knee, bouncing it lotte’s way “who’s up for some icecream?” she questions to the group.

kyra’s already dragging you off towards her car, kissing your cheek repeatedly “my treat” she says to you cheekily

“it better be” alessia sing-songs as she skips beside the two of you. behind the three of you, lotte and emily kick the ball back and forth as they walk.

“nuh uh” kyra waves a finger in the lionesses’ face “my treat for my brave, selfless, loving, gorgeous, talented girlfriend. not for you, miss russo”

“call it compensation” alessia smiles “for my forearms”

[jflemings]

Leah- “why do you always look so grumpy?”

— grumpy

leah williamson {piper’s world}

i know that this request is intended to be leah x reader, but i’ve decided to plonk it in the piper’s world universe. feel free to send me another prompt for a romantic leah fic if this isn’t your cup of tea!

ficlet

piper holds onto leah’s hand tightly as the two of them walk the pitch together “and then mama hit her big toe on the door and she tried not to say a bad word! it was soooo funny” piper giggles as she retells the story of you and jessie running late the other morning.

leah hums “that was very silly of her”

the girl nods in agreement “but she didn’t swored because then mummy would’ve made her put money in the jar”

“swear” leah corrects “she didn’t swear”

piper looks confused for a moment before nodding again “swear. okay”

leah looks up and squints across the pitch. her eyes track katie and kyra’s movement as the two of them mess around, caitlin not far behind. the frown on her face only deepens when she looks up to the sky and sees the angry looking clouds coming towards them.

it had been sunny this morning, and their game wasn’t too late today, so she had stupidly thought that the nice weather would stick around. she grumbles as she thinks about playing in the rain.

“england weather” she tuts “can’t ever get rid of it”

“mama says that’s the way the world works” piper pipes up “climate an’ stuff”

“your mama’s smart”

piper juts her chin out proudly “i know”

the two of them continue to walk, piped talking about anything that comes to mind and leah just simply listening. the young girl tells her aunt about the drawing she did the night before, her plans for the weekend, and how she got to facetime her nanny and poppy for her poppy’s birthday. she cheerily skips alongside leah’s long strides, studying her face.

“why do you always look so grumpy?” she asks.

leah stops “i don’t look grumpy!”

“yes you do” piper says “mummy says that you’re gonna get deep wrinkles before you turn thirty because you frown so much”

leah frowns deeper, accidentally proving piper’s point.

“see!” she says, pointing “you got a big grumpy face on!”

“i don’t have a grumpy face!” leah protests “your mummy doesn’t know what she’s talking about”

“mummy always knows what she’s talking about, she says so”

“oh yeah?” leah cocks her brow “and what does jessie say to that?”

piper’s brows furrow “mama rolls her eyes and calls her silly”

“because she is silly” the defender tilts her head before beginning to pull piper along “c’mon, i’ve gotta have a word with your mother about deep wrinkles”

[jflemings]

jessie coming home late one day to find piper and reader cuddled up asleep in reader and jessie’s bed <3

— warm welcome

jessie fleming x reader, jessie fleming x child!oc {piper’s world}

ficlet

jessie quietly closes the front door behind her and toes off her shoes, leaving them on the shoe rack. she puts her keys in the glass trinket tray on the buffet table next to the door, shrugs off her canada coat and rubs her hands down her face.

exhaustion suddenly overcomes her, and all the adrenaline and stress of the national camp she’s coming off leaks out of her. her shoulders slump as she drags herself off in the direction of your room, sneaking into the darkness quietly and placing her bags at the end of the bed.

she flicks on the lamp on her bedside table and is faced with both you and piper under the covers, curled in the same foetal position facing eachother. the soft warm light illuminates your figures and makes your most prominent facial features stand out, making you look like an angel.

she gets changed into a pair of your matildas shorts and a grey sweatshirt before climbing under the covers with the both of you, curling herself around piper and flicking the lamp off.

“welcome home” you whisper into the dark, slightly startling jessie.

jessie reaches for your hand and pulls you closer to her and piper before placing her lips on the back of your hand. “did she travel okay?”

you hum “her and kyra fell asleep on the plane ride back. they wore eachother out”

the canadian’s eyes slowly begin to close but she stroke your arm delicately in the dark “and you?”

“same old, same old”

silence overtakes the two of you once again and jessie can hear your breathing begin to even out once again. she allows herself to fall into sleep’s embrace rather quickly, the thought of waking up next to you and piper only encouraging her to fall asleep faster.