#katie mccabe x reader

[lvnleah]

teen!reader req

maybe irish reader who is really quiet and no one can get her to talk/ go to team binding etc when she arrives bc she’s so nervous. katie stays clear abit bc she thinks she’ll overwhelm r with her noise/ more extroverted nature but when caitlin convinces her to give it a shot bc the normal quiet welcomers (kim etc) have all tried, everyone is shocked when r arrives to a team binding night laughing with katie. all it took was an irish accent and a bit of katie to feel at home <33

home from home | McFoord x teen!reader.

Arsenal had been welcoming, but that didn’t stop you from feeling like an outsider.

Since arriving, you’d kept to yourself.

You had arrived at the club two months ago, a promising young defender from Ireland, but no one had really gotten to know you yet. It wasn't for lack of trying, it was you were just quiet. Kim had sat beside you in the changing rooms, Lotte had invited you to sit with her at lunch, and Leah had even tried to engage you in a bit of tactical chat. 

Every time, you'd respond politely, a nod here, a small smile there, but never more than a few words.

You weren't rude, just... quiet. Nervous.

Overwhelmed and missing home.

Team bonding events were a lost cause, no matter how many times they tried to invite you. 

When invited, you always declined, murmuring something about needing rest or settling in. The team was friendly, overwhelmingly so, but it didn't make the sinking feeling in your stomach go away whenever you walked into a room full of people you didn't quite feel like you belonged with yet.

So, the team had mostly backed off, giving you space to come around in your own time.

That didn’t stop Caitlin from trying.

She was never pushy, just… there. Sitting next to you at lunch, giving you an encouraging pat on the back after drills, keeping you in the loop without expecting anything in return, always texting you to make sure you were doing okay. 

So when she caught up to you after training one day, Katie at her side, you weren’t too surprised.

“Hey,” Caitlin started, a warm smile on her face. “Me and Katie were wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner tonight?”

You hesitated immediately. “Oh—I don’t want to intrude—”

“You wouldn’t be,” Katie cut in, her voice softer than you expected. “We just thought it might be nice. No pressure, a home-cooked meal sounds nice don’t it?”

Caitlin nodded. “Just the three of us, no big group, no expectations. Just food and a bit of company.”

Something about the way she said it made your shoulders relax a little. They weren’t making this a big deal. They weren’t trying to fix you or force you into being more social. They were just offering a meal.

And, after a moment, you found yourself nodding. “…Alright. Yeah. That’d be nice.”

Katie grinned. “Grand. We’ll give you a lift back to ours after training, yeah?”

You nodded, “Yeah, that sounds good.”

After training, you found yourself in the backseat of Katie’s car, Caitlin in the passenger seat, the two of them bickering about what to cook for dinner.

“You’re not makin’ that weird pasta thing again,” Katie grumbled, eyes on the road.

Caitlin scoffed. “It’s not weird. It’s just got a bit of spice—”

“You nearly killed me last time. Yer’ stuck the whole bottle of spice in it!”

You bit back a smile. It was impossible not to be entertained by the two of them.

Katie glanced at you in the rearview mirror, catching the amused look on your face. “Yer backin’ me up here ain’t ya?”

You hesitated, then shrugged. “Not a fan of spicy food.”

Katie grinned triumphantly. “See? Yer’ outnumbered, babe.”

Caitlin sighed, defeated. “Fine. No spice.” Then she turned in her seat to face you, her expression warm. “But next time, we’re easing you in.”

Next time.

Something about that made your chest feel a little lighter.

Their house was warm, and cluttered in a way that made it feel lived in. Different from your apartment. A few pairs of boots by the door, jackets thrown over chairs, and a mug left on the counter that Katie tutted at before putting it in the sink.

“Make yourself at home,” Caitlin said, motioning to the couch. “Our cat, Coopurr, might be wandering around.”

You hovered for a second before lowering yourself onto the couch, hands resting awkwardly in your lap. The place felt comfortable, like a real home. The smell of whatever Caitlin and Katie were cooking was already starting to fill the air, and the faint sound of music played from a speaker in the kitchen.

A small thump caught your attention, and a moment later, a cat padded into the room. He sat a few feet away, tail flicking lazily as he studied you.

“That’s Coopurr,” Caitlin said, peeking her head around the kitchen doorway. “He’s friendly, just a bit nosy.”

Katie snorted. “Bit nosy? He’s the most judgmental cat in the world.”

You huffed out a quiet laugh as Coopurr approached, sniffing curiously at your shoes before hopping onto the couch beside you. He headbutted your arm, demanding attention, and without thinking, you reached out to scratch behind his ears.

Katie, passing by with a bottle of water in hand, smirked. “Well, he likes ya! That’s a good sign.”

You glanced down at the purring cat, warmth settling in your chest. “Guess so.”

Dinner was easy. You weren’t used to that. Social settings usually made you feel on edge, but here, with Katie and Caitlin, it didn’t feel like you had to try so hard.

Caitlin kept the conversation light, asking about little things. How you were settling in, what part of Ireland you were from if you had any family nearby. And Katie, despite her usual boldness, was gentle with you in a way you hadn’t expected.

“So yer’ telling me you don’t drink any Barry’s Tea?” she asked, scandalized.

You shrugged, suppressing a grin. “Not really, not the biggest fan.”

Katie gasped dramatically, looking at Caitlin. “We can’t be associatin’ with her.”

Caitlin rolled her eyes, but you could tell she was holding back a laugh. “Ignore her. She’s just bitter that you don’t share her obsession.”

Katie huffed, crossing her arms. “You’ll come around.”

You didn’t argue.

Because, honestly? Maybe you would.

After dinner, Caitlin nudged you lightly as the three of you relaxed on the sofa. “The team’s getting together tomorrow night. Just something casual, team bonding and all that.”

You tensed slightly, and Katie jumped in.

“You don’t have to come,” she said, voice softer than before. “But if you wanted to, you could come with us.”

Caitlin nodded. “No pressure, just thought it might be easier going with us rather than walking in on your own.”

You hesitated.

Team bonding sounded terrifying. The idea of walking into a room full of people, all eyes on you, waiting for you to talk? It made your stomach twist.

But going with them?

That didn’t seem so bad.

“…Yeah,” you found yourself saying. “I think I’d like that.”

Katie beamed. “Grand. Yer’ gonna love it.”

As the night stretched on, the warmth of their home, of them, started to seep into your bones. You hadn’t even realized how much you’d missed this, the simple comfort of just being with people.

You didn’t mean to stay so late.

But one moment you were sitting on the couch, Coopurr curled up in your lap, listening to Caitlin and Katie argue over the rules of some ridiculous Australian game Caitlin had grown up playing. And the next, you were blinking sleepily at the clock on the wall, realizing how late it had gotten.

Katie noticed first. “Oi, you’re half asleep over there.”

You straightened up a little, rubbing at your eyes. “I should probably get going—”

Caitlin frowned. “It’s late. You can just crash here if you want.”

“Oh…I don’t want to be a bother—”

Katie waved you off before you could finish. “You’re not. We’ve got a spare room, or you can take the couch if ya want. Coopurr’s clearly claimed ya already.”

You glanced down at the cat, still curled up in your lap, his slow, steady breathing matching the rhythmic hum of his purring. He’d made himself comfortable, and moving him now almost felt cruel.

Caitlin caught the hesitation in your expression. “Just stay. It’s no big deal, we can swing by your place in the morning to grab some of your bits for training.”

And maybe it should have felt like a big deal, but it didn’t. It felt… easy. Natural.

“…Alright,” you murmured, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Just for the night.”

Katie grinned. “Good. Now come on, we’ll get you sorted.”

The spare room was small but cosy. The bed was already made up, and Caitlin tossed you a spare t-shirt and a pair of shorts to sleep in before retreating to her and Katie’s own room.

You sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, taking in the quiet. It had been a long time since you’d felt this kind of comfort, this kind of belonging.

A knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts.

Katie poked her head in, already dressed for bed, her hair a little messier than before. “Yer alright?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Thanks for letting me stay.”

Katie just shrugged, like it was the easiest thing in the world. “That’s what teammates are for.”

And maybe, for the first time since joining Arsenal, you actually felt like one.

The next morning you woke up to chatter and music playing from the kitchen, something that your flat never brought. You lingered in bed for a moment, listening to the easy back-and-forth of Caitlin and Katie’s voices, the clatter of dishes, the occasional meow from Coopurr. 

It was something you didn’t know you needed. 

Eventually, you pulled yourself out of bed, stretching as you padded towards the kitchen. The smell of coffee hit you first, then the sight of Katie standing at the stove, flipping pancakes with an ease that suggested this was a regular occurrence. Caitlin leaned against the counter, mug in hand, watching her with an amused expression.

“Mornin’,” Katie greeted without turning around. “Sleep alright?”

You nodded, rubbing at your eyes. “Yeah, thanks.”

Caitlin slid a fresh mug of coffee across the counter toward you. “Figured you’d need this.”

You took it gratefully, wrapping your hands around the warm ceramic. “You guys always up this early?”

Katie snorted. “Nah, but someone…” she jerked her head toward Caitlin “wanted to be ‘productive’ today.”

Caitlin shrugged, unbothered. “You say that like I didn’t catch you watching cat videos at 6 a.m.”

Katie shot her a glare but didn’t argue, making Caitlin smirk. You hid your own smile behind a sip of coffee.

The rest of the day passed in a bit of a blurb. Katie and Caitlin stopped by your flat for you to grab a few things before training before you headed to the training ground. 

Training felt the best it had in a while. You didn’t feel as anxious about talking to everyone and things felt lighter. You laughed and joined in a lot more, much to everyone’s surprise. You were never too far behind Katie or Caitlin though. 

When training wrapped up, you found yourself heading back to Katie and Caitlin’s house. You chilled a couple of hours before getting ready and heading to the team bonding night. 

“Yer’ alright?” Katie asked, nudging your arm lightly as you walked to the restaurant.

You nodded, though your stomach churned. “Yeah. Just… not great with this kind of thing.”

Caitlin gave you an encouraging smile. “You’ll be fine. And if you wanna leave early, we’ll go with you.”

You followed them into the restaurant where the rest of the team had already gathered. The second you stepped inside, conversations faltered, heads turning in your direction.

You froze under the weight of their stares.

“Holy shit,” Beth muttered, eyes wide as Steph elbowed her side. “Ow! What was that for?” She said, getting a glare from Steph.

Kim was the first to say hello. A warm smile spread across her face as she pulled out the chair beside her. “Glad you could make it, y/n.”

You hesitated, feeling the weight of everyone’s surprise, but Caitlin’s hand landed on your back in a reassuring pat as you mumbled a little “Hi.”

Katie, completely unbothered by the attention, just smirked. “What? Thought we kidnapped her or somethin’?”

The team chuckled, and slowly, the initial shock faded.

You slid into the seat Kim had offered, hands resting in your lap. Conversation resumed around you, but it wasn’t as overwhelming as you’d feared.

No one pushed, no one bombarded you with questions and, after a while, you started to relax.

Katie and Caitlin kept you engaged, making sure you never felt out of place, and even when they weren’t speaking directly to you, their presence was enough to ground you.

At one point, Kyra slid into the seat across from you, a teasing glint in her eyes. “So, what’d they bribe you with?”

You huffed a quiet laugh, surprising even yourself. “Just dinner. And a judgmental cat.”

Kyra smirked. “Coopurr? Yeah, he’s got high standards.”

That made you smile and as the night stretched on, you realized something.

Maybe Arsenal was starting to feel like home. 

[wlwsoccerfics]

Little Tillie(KatieMcCabeXCaitlinFoordXBabyReader)

Summary: your Mommy has a hard time letting you leave with your momma for national camp.

Your Mommy was laying on the floor with you. She had to put you down because you were supposed to do some tummy time. Something you hated with passion. Which you let her know by crying. Trying to look at her but your head felt extra heavy today. You mastered the task of rolling over on your own though. So that was something.

"i hate to see her upset! That's my little Angel right there! I won't see her for like two weeks and the last hours i have with her is her crying over tummy time? No not today!" Katie stated and looked at Caitlin.

"you are such a Softie!" You hear your momma say to your Mommy. Which was true.

"i don't care! How can i say no to this perfect little Girl?" Your mommy asked and picked you up. You stopped crying right away and cuddled up to her. Glancing over at your momma like she had just offended you with that stupid tummy time and your Mommy came to safe the day.

"she got you wrapped around her little Fingers!" Your momma said. "But i understand that you are going to miss her. I promise that we gonna Facetime you every day and i will sent you lots of Pictures and Videos!" Your momma told your Mommy.

"i never was apart from her for that long, so i am not looking forward to that! And i am gonna miss you as well." She let your momma know. Your Mommy kissed your momma.

"next time you can take her, my Love! Right now with me nursing her it's just easier!" You hear your momma say. Your eyes starting to feel heavy and you couldn't stay awake for much longer, so you cuddled up more to your Mommy. She kissed your head gently and held you close. Caitlin taking a picture of the two of you.

"that will be my new Lockscreen!" Your momma said.

"i need one of you and her as well so i can have a new Lockscreen!" Your mommy stated.

It was time to say goodbye to your mommy and you didn't like that at all.

"See you in two weeks, Baby Girl!" Katie stated and kissed your forehead. You still had the Baby death grip ,so you were holding onto her shirt quite tightly.

"that's gonna be fun!" Caitlin answered and tried to take you into her arms. You started crying softly. Katie gave you a kiss on the cheek.

"it's okay sweet Angel! You gonna have so much fun with Momma!" She told you but you didn't want to let go of your Mommy just yet. Only when your momma started singing your favorite song you stopped holding onto Katie so tightly and let your Momma take you into her arms. You then cuddled up to her.

"you cracked the code, Babe!" Your Mommy told your momma. She nodded her head softly.

"yes looks like it!" Your momma said with a soft smile.

Your auntie Steph and your auntie Kyra picked you and your momma up and you drove to the Airport together. You ended up falling asleep in the Car. Your momma wasn't sure If this was a good thing or not cause she for sure wanted you to sleep on the plane. Good thing you liked to sleep alot.

"how did the goodbye with Katie Go?" Steph asked.

"Little one hated it! She isn't used to being apart from either of us really." Your momma answered.

"she is gonna be fine. So is Katie." Kyra said softly.

"i know, it still sucked!" Your momma admitted.

You slept the entire drive and part of the flight before waking up and your momma having to nurse you. You were quite hungry. Only stopping when you were really full.

"well someone was really hungry!" She stated. You smiled at her, totally Milk drunk.

When you reached your Destination and your Hotel your momma didn't even have a Chance to fully make it out of the Van before your auntie Macca scooped you up.

"there is my perfect little niece!" She happily said. You smile at her.

"hello to you too, Macca!" Your momma said with a soft laugh.

"hello Caitlin! Sorry! I just got really excited!" She admitted.

"i can tell!" Your momma answered. You happily sucked on your little Fingers. Letting everyone that wanted to hold you taking turns. The next two weeks were filled with hugs and cuddles for you. So it wasn't too bad.

[moonlight-alexia]

Please expand on the starfish post😓

starfish and matilda's camp (shebelieves cup) ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

Starfish was supposed to join Katie at Ireland camp this time around, but with the new kit dropping and matilda's admin and social media wanting to include starfish in the drop they decided that she'd go with Caitlin instead.

Starfish didn't know she was going with Caitlin until they got to the airport meeting up with Steph and Kyra and her mammy was saying bye to her and telling her to be good for her mum.

'You're stuck with us,' Kyra picking up Starfish and spinning her around.

'No Kyra!' Starfish giggling and trying to wiggle out of Kyra's arms.

'You hype her up and you're the one that'll have to deal with her on the plane,' Caitlin rolling her eyes while Starfish and Kyra ran around the airport like two little kids on sugar highs.

'There's a surprise for you once we get to camp,' Caitlin made the mistake of telling Starfish about a potential surprise right before she was starting to drift off in her arms on the plane. Instead making Starfish ask her every couple seconds when they'd be landing, made for a very long plane trip.

Starfish being given a little matilda's bag that had the new training kit, new home kit and new away kit. Completely decked out looking just how her mum would. It's how they drop the new kit to the girls, having Starfish 'model' each one.

Goes to training with the girls wearing her little training kit, sitting off to the side like normal and busy with her drawings, by the end of training she's made a drawing to give to each of the girls. She's a bit shy around some of the ones like Holly and Laini etc, since she's not met them before but still goes up to them and gives them a drawing.

At the end of the training they have Starfish join, just kicking the ball around and letting her score some goals etc, and in her little training kit she looks like one of them (Ireland would have some competition if Starfish was eligible to play for Australia as well)

Her home and away kits both have her name with Caitlin's number, it takes both Caitlin and Katie weeks after camp to get her to wear anything other than these two shirts. Starfish gets to walk out in her kit with Caitlin and gets to be in the team photo with them.

'Put me on I'll get goals,' Starfish sitting on the bench during the game and just going to Tom and pointing to her full kit she was wearing then to the pitch, a little pout, wanting to help them. Caitlin smiling and a little laugh at Starfish before scooping her back up and sitting Starfish on her lap.

[enwoso]

Could you write something maybe about Lucy Bronze having a younger sister that plays for Arsenal and she’s been dating Katie McCabe for a while but hasn’t told Lucy because she’s very overprotective and because of Lucy and Katie’s unspoken “rivalry” . Then at lionesses camp Lucy finds out by accident and they are playing Ireland next so the match is all a bit of chaos but the it all turns out fine and Katie and Lucy both just tease reader together?

Your work is amazing by the way!!

GAME OF HEARTS | katie mccabe x bronze!reader

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"i'm really gonna miss ya" katie spoke softly as the two of you soaked up your last morning together before you both went off on international camp.

you wrapped up in the warmth of katie's arms as every so often she peppered kisses along your collarbone, your eyes still closed as you hummed along to her words every so often to show you were listening.

"babe, i'll see you in four days" you rasped out as you moved slightly to turning so that you were facing the irish women as you could feel her chest rise up and down as you lay on it.

the two of you due to play each other in the upcoming fixtures, england travelling to ireland for the game. you being a little upset having to play against your girlfriend but it was only for 90' and then you could go back to being in your little love bubble.

"still- am i not allowed to miss my gorgeous, funny, beautiful, sexy girlfriend?" katie said with a her signature grin on her face as you opened your eyes, staring right back at the girl.

"your such a sap-" you whispered as she placed a kiss to your cheek, playfully rolling her eyes at your comment.

"yeah but only for you, and plus you love it little bronze" katie teased as now it was your turn to roll your eyes as she knew how much the nickname wound you up, lucy of course being the one who so proudly began the trend of calling you by that it was now something majority called you at international camps as well as by some of the girls at club level.

"oh actually" you paused for a second to let out a yawn, as katie moved a strand of hair from the side of your face tucking it behind your ear.

"please can we knock it down a level when it comes to my sister when we play against each other on tuesday" you pleaded, as a small glint in your eyes as you tried to convince the girl knowing the chaos which occurs in the league when the two come face to face.

you know it's just what happens when two very passionate players bump heads but you heard both versions of the story and adding fuel to that fire by telling your older sister that you were dating her arch nemesis may not go very well with a tray of cakes and a nice chat to say the least.

a sigh left katie's lips she understood why you were asking cause at the end of the day lucy was your older sister — someone you looked up to dearly and someone who protected you at all costs and she herself would do anything for any one of her sisters but katie also had a goal and that was to win.

"baby, i love ya but that's like askin' me to wear a tottenham shirt" katie grimaced at the thought of that even happening, it sending a slight shiver down your own spine.

—

being lucy's younger sister definitely came with its perks, like when lucy was first making her debuts you got to meet all the cool footballing idols you watched growing up and to be totally honest you were still able to do it now.

but on the other hand, she was still your sister. fiercely protective, sometimes too protective, and of course you always had your disagreements as well as the fact lucy knew all the ways to get under your skin. she was the typical big sister.

but when it came to football? she always had an opinion. especially when it involved arsenal and a certain player from there too. which just of course happened to be your girlfriend — katie.

the two of you had been together for just over seven months. you were keeping things quiet, it was a secret by no means you just hadn't exactly admitted to being in a relationship with the irish girl.

and as for your excuse for not telling lucy, well it just had never came up in a conversation.

so as camp rolled around and the upcoming friendly against ireland loomed in the next few days, you knew you had to be careful. but keeping secrets while sharing the same pitch as your sister, that was proving to be harder than you thought.

as you sat with a few teammates in the lounge area, scrolling through your phone and trying to mind your own business as lucy strode in.

her arrival as always was impossible to ignore, her energy filling the space effortlessly and her voice carried above the casual chatter.

"oi, y/n" lucy called out, waving something on her phone in the air a slight mischievous glint in her eye, "what's this, then?"

you glanced up, already dreading whatever was coming, knowing she loved to find some thing to take the mick out of you for.

lucy flopped down next to you as she thrusted her phone into your hands. it was a video posted by katie, to her story captioned 'reminiscing🩷', reliving a moment from a festival she'd gone to in the summer, you recognising it immediately as you were there two.

"i.. what am i looking at?"

"just wait"

just as the words left lucy's lips, the video flipped as the camera had been turned to face katie and that when your eyes went a little wider and your cheeks definitely went a little redder.

there was you, your arms wrapped around her waist as you head rested on her shoulder a lovesick smile on your face as you sung along to the music as katie had a massive smile on her face.

lucy squinted at you as you lowered her phone keeping it still in your hands, as her brow furrowed. "care to explain why you're looking at katie mccabe like she's just won you the world cup?"

your stomach lurched, you were usually so careful but this was clear as day as you scrambled to downplay it. "come on luce, you know we're close at club level your just being dramatic. we're just teammates"

lucy tilted her head, clearly not convinced, "a teammate thing?" she repeated, her voice dripping with skepticism. "that's not the ‘teammate' look. that's the 'i fancy you' look"

you opened your mouth to try and protest but nothing came out. your brain working overtime trying to figure out how to talk your way out of this when leah wandered into the room.

spotting lucy's phones in your hand, glancing at your panicked face and grinned knowingly. "oh has she found out then?" leah said, leaning casually against the doorframe, "took you long enough!"

lucy's eyes darted between you and leah, "found out what?"

"leah, shut up" you hissed shooting her a warning glare.

leah just completely ignoring you as she continued, "about katie, it's not exactly a secret anymore y/n. everyone with eyes can see there something going on between the two of you and i don't mean by just watching that small video on instagram-"

lucy's expression shifted from teasing to something more serious, as she leaned back slightly her arms crossed. "wait you and katie? that's.. actually a thing. i though they were just silly tiktok rumours?"

you hesitated, fiddling nervously with the hem of your hoodie. "yeah" you admitted not daring to look at your sisters gaze. "it's been a while, i didn't tell you because well — i didn't want to make thing weird. you and katie don't exactly.. get along"

lucy stared at you for a long moment, her expression unreadable before she let out a sigh, the tension in her shoulders easing. "weird? y/n i know i might be protective but i'm not a monster and that's just match banter. if she makes you happy then that's all that matters."

you blinked, slightly surprised at her sudden acceptance, "really, your okay with it?"

lucy smirked as she nodded, "yeah, but don't think i'm going easy on her when we play against ireland. she's still getting crunched in the tackles-"

you let out a small groan, "lucy!" as a chorus of laughter came from your sister, "i'm kidding.. well maybe." she whispered at the end but you still heard.

you laughed along, the weight suddenly lifting from your chest, as leah who had been watching the entire exchange with an amused grin, chimed in clapping her two hands together, "well that went better than expected!"

lucy raised an eyebrow at her, "don't think you're off the hook either williamson, if you knew and didn't tell me, your just as bad as her!"

leah held up her hands in mock surrender, "hey i figured it out myself, and plus it ain't my business and it was way more fun watchin' y/n squirm!"

you groaned as you buried your face in your hands as lucy and leah shared a laugh at your expense. but despite their teasing you couldn't help but feel relieved.

—

the match had ended in ireland, and the tensions from the ninety minute game between the players had melted away into the usual camaraderie of the post game routine.

players from both teams chatting, swapping shirts and taking photo as they celebrated another memorable clash as england had won, securing there space in the euros in switzerland.

katie and lucy were stood near the center circle, locking into a playful debate. from a distance you could see katie gesturing animatedly whilst lucy stood with her arms crossed, her signature smirk firmly on her lips.

curiosity and a little apprehension pulled you towards them, "what's going on here?" you as as you approached.

"oh just discussing which side of london is superior" katie said with a cheeky grin, titling her head slightly towards lucy. "you know london is better red, i'm sure you agree"

lucy scoffed, rolling her eyes, "please mccabe, london is blue on a whole different level."

"yeah yeah," katie said with a dramatic wave of her hand, "you guys are ok, i'll give you that but people who have a good sense of football know which is the better side of london"

lucy smirked, leaning forward slightly. "shame you picked the wrong side of it then."

katie gasped, clutching her chest in mock horror, "the wrong side? you mean the side which had trophies and the history to back it up?"

you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose knowing the two of them well enough to know neither of them were going to back down, "you two realise you're both ridiculous, right?"

ignoring you, katie pulled her phone out of her pocket. "we should document this moment, don't you think" she waved lucy closer, "cmon bronze, let's get a picture. and maybe one day you'll see the light and come to the proper side of london"

lucy rolled her eyes but stepped in next to katie, you stood awkwardly nearby as katie held out her phone for a selfie the pair throwing exaggerated smiles.

right as the photo snapped, katie nudged lucy with her elbow and said, "awe that's a cute photo to. shame you play for the wrong side of london."

lucy snorted, glancing at the photo, "your lucky i don't delete this right now."

katie grinned, "it's fine, just caption it: 'the day bronze met greatness!'"

lucy laughed, shaking her head, "greatness? that's rich coming from someone who can't even make it past the quarterfinals in the champions league-"

katie gasped, turning to you, "babe you better defend me and the club now or i'm tellin' everyone you still steal my hoodies!"

you threw your hands up in exasperation a small laugh coming from your lips, "oh no don't drag me into this. you both know where my loyalty's lie."

"your sisters impossible, you know that? she doesn't appreciate brilliance." katie leaned against you dramatically sighing.

lucy raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying herself, "brilliance? that's what they call it these days?"

katie tolled her eyes playfully as you just laughed, following the two of them as they both started to walk towards the tunnel. along with other players starting to make their way of the pitch.

katie had that familiar glint in her eye, the one that softened your heart no matter how chaotic the game had been.

"i'm goin' to go catch up the ma team," katie said as she reached out to tuck a loose strand of your hair behind you ear.

her touch was gentle and calm unlike her totally opposite persona on the field. a smile lingering on your face despite the lingering adrenaline from the match.

she leaned in, pressing a quick but soft kiss to your lips as she whispered, "i love you."

you heart swelled as you whispered it back, "i love you, too"

katie turned as she waved to your older sister as she star tee d to walk away, "see you soon bronze! don't miss me too much!"

lucy just shook her head muttering something under her breath as katie disappeared towards the irish team.

"what was that?" you asked an eyebrow raising as you turned to her.

lucy huffed, crossing her arms, "i said i don't think i’ll ever get used to that."

you laughed nudging your older sisters shoulder playfully, "you'll have to she's not going anywhere luce!"

katie fully disappearing in the tunnel as she turned a corner as lucy tuned to you with a grin, but it wasn't the usually teasing one.

"i like her." she said pausing for effect, "but she's still completely wrong about london."

you laughed shaking your head, "i don't think she's ever going to stop trying to convince you and it's two against one. london is red."

"your both wrong.." lucy said with a smirk, "but besides that i think she's good for you." you smiled softly "thanks, luce."

lucy clapped you on the shoulder, her usual teasing grin returning. "now come on. let's go find some post-match food before mccabe comes back and starts another argument."

you laughed, following her into the tunnel, you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of relief. katie and lucy might still have their friendly battles, but they were your battles now, filled with teasing and love from the two most important people in your life.

[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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[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."

[perfectly-imperfect82]

Handcuffs

“Alessiaaaa, we have a problem" you giggled into the phone

"What have you two done now?" Alessia asked amused at your drunken state

"I handcuffed her to me! I didn't want her to leave" Kyra whined "and now she can't" she continued happily as you glared at her while holding up your hands for her to see over video

"Where is the key?" Alessia asked

"Dunno" Kyra said

"Don't do anything more stupid. I'm on the way" Alessia said hanging up

You and Kyra shared a matching grins as you looked at each together, "More wine" you cheered as you poured more into the glasses. Laughing and talking as you guys waited for Alessia to show up.

A knock on the door pulled you two from the conversation you guys were having.

“Alessia” Kyra cheered

"I don't want to move" you whined as you laid on the floor

"Open the door" Alessia yelled as she banged on the door

Kyra looking at you before shurgging and then dragging you behind her. "Ow" you yelled as you were dragged on your back, the handcuffs digging into your skin.

“Alessia” Kyra cheered as she opened the door

"Steph, Caitlin, Katie, Leah, what are you doing here?" you asked looking up at them from the floor before looking back at Kyra, "I thought you only called Alessia?" you asked with a frown with having the adults involved

"I did!" Kyra exclaimmed also looking confused at the other females

"I knew I would need help with you too" Alessia laughed at you laying in the ground.

"Where's the key?" Leah demanded

"I don't know" Kyra said

“There hers” you said pointing at Kyra

“Why are you on the ground?” Katie asked with an amused smile as she looked down at you

“Comfy” you drunkly smiled before pouting as you looked at your bruised wrist hanging the air

“What happened to your wrist?” Caitlin asked gently grabbing hand to get a closer look

“Kyra dragged me here” you said

“Well let’s get you up so she doesn’t do that again” Katie said pulling you up to your feet and steading you as you swayed with a drunk smile that match Kyra’s

“Let’s head inside” Steph said guiding everyone inside Kyra apartment

You and Kyra heading right to your unfinished glasses of wine and taking a drink

"I can't with you too" Steph said pinching her nose

“What’d we do?” Kyra asked turning to face Steph, causing you to go stumbling

"Don't spill!" Steph exclaimed before taking the wine glasses from you two

“Why don’t you guys sit here?” Leah said guiding you two to the couch

"Why didn't you buy the soft fuzzy one?" You asked Kyra as Caitlin placed an ice pack on your bruised wrist. You trying to push it for her to hold there and give you a look of don’t touch

"No! I don't want to know why she has them!" Steph exclaimed as Kyra just laughed

"Kinky" you said with a mischievous smile as Leah slapped you on the head and Katie laughed but quickly stopped at the look Caitlin gave her

“What are you two doing?” Caitlin asked Katie and Alessia

“Looking at videos of how to pick a lock on handcuffs” Alessia said as Katie went looking for things she needed to pick the lock

“No, I don’t want her to leave” Kyra said pulling you into her as you rest your hand on her shoulder

“Well we don’t want you two handcuffed together” Steph said as Katie appeared with what she needed to pick a lock and began messing with it

“Ow” you complained as you felt Katie working to unlocked it and it constantly moving against your new bruise

“Sorry” Katie said as Kyra just pulled you closer to you

"I've got it!" Katie cheered as the chain fell off both of your wrist

"But I don't want her to leave" Kyra whined

"Well we can't trust you two alone" Leah said, annoyance clear on her face

"Come on, your staying with Caitlin and me tonight" Katie said wrapping her arm around you to guide you out

"And I'm staying with you" Steph said to Kyra

"I've got to grab my bag!"

"Your bag?" Caitlin asked confused

"Yeah! I was supposed to sleep here!" You said excitedly but then frowned "but now I'm not"

"You handcuffed her even thought she was spending the night?" Leah asked with disbelief at Kyra

"I had to make sure she didn't leave" Kyra defended herself

"Say bye" Katie laughed as she guided you out the door, Caitlin grabbed your bag

[futbolfatale]

Injury

Pairings: Leah Williamson x Reader, Katie McCabe x Reader, Kyra Conney-Cross x Reader

Tags: Broken Bones, Minor Angst, I think thats all

Summary: You convince your partners to come to the trampoline park only for there to be a "minor" injury.

WordCount: 1.0K

It’s taken months of constant nagging to get all of your partners to agree to go the the trampoline park together. You hadn’t been since your childhood but when one opened up down the street from you it was almost certain you would be going. “These waivers are intense.” Leah scrolls through the paragraphs of rules for her to sign. “But it will be so worth it just think of all the fun.” Leah rolls her eyes but signs the waiver. “Alright let's do this.”

“Come on Ky let's go” You snatch Kyra’s hand and the two of you race off towards the trampolines. There are rows and rows of square Trampolines. You jump onto the one closest to you and let out help as Kyra joins you. “Ky that’s against the rules. You're gonna get us kicked out already” You laugh as you too jump in Union. “They aren't even watching” Ky gestures to the teen who is supposed to be keeping an eye on you but instead has an earbud in and is mostly likely watching TikTok. “Hey, what do you suppose you're getting at? Follow the Rules” Leah gives you her signature captain glare and Kyra quickly moves to the trampoline next to you.

“Look they have a fucking rock wall we have to go and try” You jump off the trampoline and run to the wall but quickly slow to a jog after yet another warning look from Leah. “Katie I bet I can get across before you” You tease sticking your tongue out in a way that you know pisses her off.” you two have to go one at a time,” Leah calls after you. “Will you at least time us” You can’t help the annoyed look on your face she is kind of being a buzz kill. “Yes let me get it pulled up.” Leah smiles and god your heart melts a little. Maybe she isn't such a buzzkill after all. You press a kiss to her cheek before hurrying to the rock wall. “Do you want to go first” you question Katie. “I'll wait I want to find out what the time to beat is” She teases. “You ready” You nod in confirmation. “Ready, Set, Go”

The rest of your hour there passes in a blur of laughter and light scolding from Leah. “Five minutes then we need to get going so we can pick up our takeaway.” Leah reminds you. “Thai” you question as you head over to the question. “Yep, I going to go and order it now”. ‘Have I told you how much I love you?” you press a light kiss to her lips. “Not today”. You yep as Ky pulls you back to the square trampolines. “ Hurry we only have five minutes left”

Yet again Kyra is jumping on the same tramp as you but this time her logic is that Leah has gone to the waiting room to order your takeaway. It only takes one wrong-timed jump and suddenly you are lying on the ground clutching your ankle in pain. “Holy Shit are you okay” You can’t bring yourself to respond as a wave of pain washes over your body. You let out a scream as Ky kneels down next to you. “ We were gone for bloody two minutes what happened” Katie shouts the anger clear in her voice. It only stresses you out more and you let out another cry of pain. “Shitttt Leah is going to hang me” Katie pushes the hair from her face before kneeling on your other side and gently prying your ankle from where it was clutched in your hands. A whimper escapes you as she prays away the sock to show your already swollen ankle. “That's really bad” You cry out throwing yourself back into the ground. “ Girls What is going on” Leah shoots the urgency in her voice clear. “It's broken” Katie explains. “You two were fucking jumping together after I told you not to weren’t you.” Ky at least has the good sense to look sheepish.

“Okay, I will pull the car around Katie carry her outside gently. Kyra go get the last of our stuff and meet us at the car.” Leah orders before taking off. “Here Babe” Katie leans over scooping you up and effortly standing up. It’s so annoying how strong she is but good it's also so hot. “Do you think we can still pick up dinner?” You ask as Katie carries you out of the building. “I doubt Leah would go for that.”. “Do you think if I started crying more she would say yes” You question watching as Leah pulls up in front of the building. “You can try” Katie laughs

So there you are lying in a hospital bed eating thai food and about to get a cast on your ankle. Katie sits next to you on the bed playing some dumb YouTube video on her phone while Leah’s dragged Kyra out to the Hall to lecture her about rules or something.  You can’t help but giggle as the girl on her phone pushes herself down a flight of stairs in an attempt to make an at-home roller coaster. “Hello, they” The doctor startles the both of you so badly that Katie nearly falls off the bed. She lets out a muttered “Bloody hell” before standing up. “Good news it's a clean break and it should heal in the next couple of months as long as you stay off of it.” The doctor explains their eyes barely leaving their clipboard. “ How much longer till we can go,” Katie asks her annoyance quickly growing. “At least an hour possibly two depending on how long it takes to get the cast on. I have to get going know so many patients and all. If you have any questions feel free to ask the nurse.” they leave as quickly as they came.

Three hours later you sat in the car driving home. The air is so thick you could cut through it but you're too hopped up on pain meds to really care. “Soo… Can we get a milkshake on the way home?” You ask. “Are you sure that's a good idea? The doctor said you shouldn’t have milk for a couple of hours.” Leah reminds you from the front seat. “Fuck that doctor let's get milkshakes” Katie pipes up. “Ya milkshakes” Kyra shouts pumping her fist excitedly. Maybe the day wasn't a total disaster after all.

[etherealstar-writes]

I WANNA BE YOURS | WOSO X READER | PT 17

pairings: woso x reader

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

part: seventeen

part one here

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Y/N PROTECTION SQUAD

lotte has anyone checked on y/n lately?

lessi no why? what's up

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

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

charli same here

leah wait you guys went to nandos again?!

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

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

niamh ✋

lotte ✋

lessi ✋

charli ✋

katie ✋

steph ✋

georgia ✋

ona ✋

ella ✋

viv ✋

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

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

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

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

kyra thank you mum 🥰

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

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

niamh sent a few screenshots

kyra oh.

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

katie i'm gonna fight em 😈

kyra i'm joining you 😈

niamh count me in 😈

georgia me too 😈

lotte guess i'll see you all on the battlefield

steph the battlefied it is

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THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM

brightness why are we at war in twitter rn

sam the skippa HELP this is so entertaining

rusty metal @ the imposter aka y/n ❤️

meado y/n you need to see this

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ what is happening

mccard y/n protection army reporting for duty

meado

willybum DAMN YES STEPH

rusty metal i need more popcorn for this

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

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

pest don't be shy show em 😈

the REAL karate kid

willybum KYRA 😭😭

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ thank you kyra 😈

pest you're very welcome y/n 😈

kie ONA WHO TAUGHT YOU THIS 😭😭

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

pest our teachings have paid off

ona they sure have pookie 😈

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

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

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

pest we love ya too y/n ❤️

mccard ❤️

stephy ❤️

neev ❤️

cha cha ❤️

elton ❤️

meado ❤️

viv ❤️

ona ❤️

rusty metal ❤️

the REAL karate kid ❤️

stairway ❤️

willybum ❤️

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[leahsgf]

LIFESAVER - leah williamson

leah williamson x child!reader | based on this request!

leah sighed as she awoke to the sound of your cries ringing through the baby monitor for what felt like the tenth time that night, wincing even more when she checked the time - it of course being only five minutes before her alarm was due to go off, only her luck.

you were usually a pretty good sleeper, and rarely cried in general, never mind throughout the night - so she had known almost instantly the first time you had awoken that you were feeling under the weather, and her worries had only proven right as the night had gone on and your state had worsened.

and again, as if it was part of a well planned routine, your cries only intensified when she eventually padded across the hallway and pushed open the door to your room, your little arms immediately throwing themselves up towards her, desperately in search of any form of comfort.

she bent down and scooped you out of your crib, cradling you in her arms in an instant, never one to deny you her embrace.

“i’m here sweetheart, i’ve got you. what’s the matter hm? can you tell mama?” she soothed for what felt like the hundredth time, running her hand through your bed head, voice so gentle that no outsider would believe it was the same stoic england captain they were so used to if they witnessed it.

you simply whined, more tears angrily slipping down your noticeably red cheeks as you buried your face into her neck, whimpering - her feeling warmth radiating off of you like a heater.

she had picked up on your temperature over the night and had kept an eye on it, and whilst it had definitely now started to come back down, she could tell that you still weren’t feeling great. she could guess based on how sniffly your cries had become, paired with the level of sick you'd been over the course of the night - that you’d picked up the latest nasty bug, most likely from your nursery, despite you only going there once or twice a week.

the nursery that you now wouldn’t be able to attend for the next forty eight hours whilst your mother went to training.

usually, leah wouldn't even hesitate to call jonas and let him know that she wouldn't be able to make it to training - you were her number one priority always, but of course, the one day you get ill happens to be the one day of the season that leah can't miss, or arrange for somebody to look after you at home.

meaning she'd have to bring you with her.

“okay my bubba. we’re gonna make you all better in no time, kay? you're gonna be my little helper for the day and come to work with me, and see all your aunties! they'll be so excited to see you.” she chatted away to you as she made her way down to the kitchen - prepping your morning bottle and fetching you some 'magic' medicine, whilst bouncing you gently in her arms.

you settled finally as you drank, clutching onto the bottle for dear life as leah stroked your forehead, it’s temperature finally going down to somewhat normal as the medicine started to kick in, your tiredness following, and catching up to you.

you were almost fast asleep as she bathed and changed you into some fresh, non sicky clothes, texting the arsenal group chat as a pre warning of your previously unexpected arrival.

she was grateful to say the least when she looked in her mirror to see you still knocked out in your car seat as she drove to the training ground - hoping that you finally getting some rest in meant that you were on the up, and that you'd wake up feeling better again.

“come on then my girl, let’s go see everyone then shall we” she whispered, pressing a kiss to your head as she unbuckled and lifted your sleeping frame into her arms, slipping your dummy into your mouth and grabbing your blanket, before grabbing both of your bags and heading inside.

-

“there’s my favourite girl!” an unmistakable irish voice boomed down the corridor from behind the pair of you, leah wincing as you stirred ever so slightly - not wanting to deal with another repeat of this morning.

thankfully, no such thing happened - katie getting the hint after a single look from the blonde, and a slap on the arm from caitlin.

“shit, sorry! do you want us to take her whilst you go and speak to jonas and kim about the plan for the day? they said it won't take long today” katie whispered, already reaching out for you before she had an answer.

“you’re a lifesaver, thank you! i'll be as quick as i can - if she does wake up there’s anything she’ll need in her bag, but she should hopefully be out for a while.” leah gently transferred you into katie’s waiting arms, a now well practiced routine with the team whenever they wanted baby cuddles and you were sleeping, and passed the aussie beside her your bag.

-

by the time you woke again, nearly four hours had passed - and you had been in pretty much everyone in the building's arms at some point or another as the team took turns doing drills.

your auntie viv was the lucky one this time, your eyes fluttering open slowly as she swayed with you wrapped up in her hold, humming a dutch lullaby. she was easily one of your favourite people, and had been for as long as you could remember, having cried in everybody else's arms apart from hers, the most awkward and freaked out person over holding a baby in the room, when you were a couple of weeks old.

"vivi" you mumbled, voice muffled by both your dummy and the sleep as you glanced up at her, playing with her fingers ever so softly.

"hi tiny, you feeling any better?" she asked, knowing that you probably had no idea what she was asking you, and that the fact you weren't crying was probably the best answer she was going to get.

you had perked up massively, some colour finally returning to your cheeks as your sleep clearly fought off whatever nastiness you had been feeling earlier on.

you babbled incoherently and pointed towards where alessia, katie and steph were chatting - another sign that you were definitely feeling a little bit more like yourself, wanting to be involved in what everyone was doing again.

the dutch woman placed you down on the floor as you wriggled and attempted to get down yourself, chuckling and following after you as you determinedly toddled over to the trio.

katie was the first to notice you and scoop you up, pretending that you were a rocket ship, making you squeal with laughter before steph had reminded her to be gentle with you. she only tickled you softly in response before placing you back down and letting you kick a ball to her and alessia, as steph rummaged through your backpack for a top up of medicine and a snack for you - knowing that you'd likely be starving.

the australian had very nearly been met with a complete meltdown when you'd spotted the medicine, it only being resolved because you saw lia stopping to get a snack and take her own medicine for her leg, letting you go and happily sit with her, thinking you were as cool as your auntie lia as steph popped the syringe of pink liquid into your mouth.

-

leah had been checking in on how you were doing every half an hour or so, and she had never been happier to see you run towards her when she caught your eye.

"hi my baby! how are you feeling?" she cooed, granting your wish to be in her arms immediately and fussing over you whilst thanking all of the girls for their help.

“she’s been good, slept like a champ and just had some more medicine - think she’s officially on the mend.” steph answered, grinning at you and playing with your hair as leah pressed kisses to your cheek.

you clapped your hands and cheered, not understanding the words but loving the attention that was on you - and how the horrible ache in your body had started to fade.

“alright then! we’re all done for the day so we’re gonna head off for some much needed rest - thank you girls for all of your help with this one. say bye to your aunties then bubba.” leah collected all of your stuff and waved goodbye - you copying her almost identically, as expected.

“bye bye.” you said as clearly as your dummy would allow, waving again at each of the girls individually, who had all gathered near you, their usual place whenever you were around.

“clumsy lessi.” you mumbled as you pointed at alessia, the rest room erupting in laughter just like every other time you said it, and the striker once again protested.

“she knows like ten words and those are two of them!”

"don't get mad at the baby for speaking the truth russo!"

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clash of colours | like mother, like daughter mini series

summary: rascal opens her presents on christmas day and is disappointed to recieve the wrong kit, much to katie's outrage over the situation.

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“Mammy! Caitlin!” You shout loudly, bouncing on the bed to wake them up, “Wake up, it’s Christmas!”

In your excitement, you stumble and flop directly onto Caitlin, who grumbles a half-hearted protest as she nudges her girlfriend, “Katie, Rascal’s awake.”

Katie groans, barely cracking an eye open as she glances at the clock, “What the– Rascal, it’s not even 6 a.m yet. What’re yer’ doin’ up so early?”

“Santa’s been, Mammy!” You exclaim, bouncing harder, “It’s Christmas! It’s Christmas!”

“Rascal, it’s not even light out yet, see?” Katie gestures toward the window, encouraging you to take a peek out of it and see it’s still relatively dark out, “How ‘bout we try sleeping a bit longer, yeah? Presents will still be there in a bit.”

Of course you’re not going to give in that easily though.

“No, Mammy. We’ve gots’ to get up and open presents!” You try your luck to pull her arm to get her out of bed, however it’s easier said than done.

“Rascal, let’s sleep for a bit longer. Yer’ presents will still be there to open even then,” Katie continues to try and persuade you, clearly not much of a fan of being woken up early despite the years she should have been used to it by now.

“No, up now!” Your frustration turns into whines, “Come on, Mammy!” You’re confused why won’t they wake up already?

“Something tells me I don’t think she’s going back to sleep anytime soon,” Caitlin jokes playfully, nudging her girlfriend, “Shall we go downstairs and see what Santa has brought you then, eh?” She wonders.

“Yeah!” You perk up immediately from the small tantrum you had begun to have and you're grateful at least Caitlin agreed to get up, “Come on, Mammy. We’re gonna open presents!”

Without much choice but to agree to you, Katie huffs and throws the duvet back before she scoops you up into her arms, “Right, come on then. Lets’ go and see what the man in red’s brought yer’ then, eh?”

“Santa!” You squeal in excitement, even more excited to see if he had eaten the milk and cookies that you left for him the previous night, “Santa! Santa!”

“Are you excited to see what presents Santa has left for you?” Caitlin questions, amused by your excitement as you flail about in Katie’s arms, “I bet you’ve been so spoiled!”

“Santa!” You continue to squeal, vibrating with excitement as your eyes widen in sudden realisation, “Wait, no, Mammy– Auntie Lalas’ not ‘wake yet!”

“Oh believe me rascal, I don’t think yer’ auntie will mind missing out too much on this considering the time,” Katie jokes, more than aware of the fact that her sister is definitely less tolerant to being awake at this time in the morning than she is, “How about we let her sleep for a bit longer while yer’ open yer’ presents, and then yer’ can wake her up afterwards?” She suggests.

“No, Mammy, it no’ the same an Lala needs to be ‘wake as well!” You insist, furrowing her eyebrows as you pass her bedroom door, “I go an wake her up!”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea rascal,” Katie hesitates to agree, shaking her head, “Let yer’ Auntie sleep–”

“No, Mammy. Wake her up!” You insist, wriggling around in Katie’s arms until she reluctantly puts you down and lets you have the freedom to run and dive onto your Auntie’s bed in a not so polite way to wake her up, “Auntie ‘Lala you gots’ to wake up! Santas’ been!”

“What in the… Rascal?!” Ella is completely thrown off by her abrupt wake up call by yourself and you should consider yourself lucky to not be tossed off the bed, “What times’ it?”

“6 am,” Katie grumbles, standing outside of the bedroom door, “I did try and tell her to let yer’ sleep but well, yer’ know how well that went.” She explains, shrugging her shoulders.

“6 AM?!” Ella repeats, her eyes darting to her phone on the bed side table, grumbling something under her breath before flopping her head back down on her pillow, “Wake me up when it’s later, like 10 or something,” She murmurs with her eyes shut again.

You don’t like the idea of her going back to sleep very much, not on your watch.

“Auntie ‘Lala, you gots’ to wake up cos’ Santa has been!” You repeat, you’re very excited about Santa paying you a visit during the night, “You gots�� to get up!”

“Sure, rascal, but it’s too early for that,” Ella murmurs in response to you, waving her hand in a gesture as she does no more than rolls over and continues to try and sleep.

You weren’t taking no for an answer though, “No, Mammy said we could get up–” Huffing aloud, you do no more than not so kindly jump directly on her stomach which makes her groan suddenly, “Get up, Auntie ‘Lala!”

“Whoa, okay, alright I think that’s enough,” Katie can tell Ella is much likely about to throttle you and steps in as she reaches for you and swoops you back up into her arms, “We’re going to leave Auntie ‘Lala to wake up and come downstairs when she’s ready, okay? We’ll go and open presents for now with just the three of us.”

You didn’t miss the way that Ella shot Katie a grateful smile as you were forced out of her room without much choice, Katie held you in her arms as she carried you down the stairs where a pile of presents awaited.

“Santas’ been!” You squeal in excitement, your eyes widen with wonder as you take in the sight of all the different presents that are laid out under the tree, “Mammy! Caitlin! Look, Santas’ been!”

“He has indeed, rascal,” Katie retorts, gently setting you down on the floor so you can explore them further, “Mammys’ just going to make me and Caitlin a drink because we’re in need of them. Can you be patient and wait until then?” She questions.

“Open presents, please,” You plead adorably, your enthusiasm infectious.

“Just wait, rascal, your Mammy won’t be too long,” Caitlin reassures you, smiling at your eagerness as plonks herself down on the sofa and anticipates the much needed cup of coffee early in the morning to deal with your excitement while opening presents.

By the time that Katie has returned with 2 cups of coffee, you are practically bursting with excitement and bouncing around the room like a bundle of energy, ready to explode, “Open presents now, please?”

“Go ahead and open them rascal,” Katie settles onto the sofa, passing a mug to Caitlin and gives you the green light to start tearing into your presents.

Your eyes widen with awe as you tear through the wrapping paper, revealing an array of toys that elicited squeals of joy with each new discovery.

Katie couldn’t help but chuckle, delighted to be able to watch the pure happiness as you unwrap every single present. She can’t wait to see the look on your face when you open your last present that she is partially excited about - A replica of her own shirt with the name “Mini McCabe” proudly emblazoned on it in the famous red and white shirt.

You continue to make your way tearing through the presents, finally reaching the last one. With eager hands, you tear off the paper, revealing the red and white football kit.

“Wow, a football kit!” You squeal in delight, clutching the fabric with glee.

However, your joy quickly turns into confusion as you examine the kit more closely.

“What’s the matter, rascal?” Caitlin questions, the concern evident in her voice.

Katie notices your sudden disappointment, “Do you not like it, rascal?” She wonders, her confusion growing.

“Tis’ Arsenal. Me wan’ Chelsea instead,” You declare, your tiny voice filled with disappointment.

Katie’s face registers a mixture of shock and disbelief, “Rascal, why would yer’ want a Chelsea kit? Mammy plays for the Gunners, not the Blues,” She reminds you, her voice tinged with surprise.

Your disappointment mirrors Katie’s as the tears well up in your innocent eyes, “Why’d Santa bring me this? I’m not a Gunner, I support the Blues!” You whimper, your heart sinking in disappointment.

Katie struggles to find her initial frustration, “Because Santa knows that in this house, we support Arsenal, rascal,” She explained, adamant about her decision that she will not be swapping out the kit for one of the rival’s team.

“Look, rascal, Santa brought you this one because he thought you’d like this one better,” Caiitlin tries to salvage the situation, “How cool does it look, huh?” She gestures, hoping to shift your focus to the positive aspect of the shirt.

“But no Chelsea,” Your bottom lip wobbled, signalling an impending meltdown.

“No Chelsea, Arsenal instead,” Katie reiterates, turning to Caitlin with a look of disbelief.

“Wow, look, rascal,” Caitlin speaks up, pointing with her index finger over the name on the back, “Do you see what it says on the back? Santa did it especially because he knew you would like it, look, it says ‘Mini Mccabe’ just like you!”

“No!” You push the material away, clearly unhappy with it.

Katie feels a pang of heart as you reject the red and white Arsenal kit, “Rascal, why don’t yer’ try it on?” She tries her best to get you to like it.

Shaking your head in disagreement, you're very reluctant to try it on, “No! Don’ want Arsenal. Wan’ Chelsea!” You insist, your tiny voice filled with determination.

“Rascal, why?” Katie’s voice trembles with surprise and disappointment, “Arsenal is the batter team, not… not Chelsea.”

Your stubbornness stings Katie, hoping you would share her passion for the Gunners but instead you have decided to lean towards their rivals in blue.

“Me wan’ Chelsea!” Your insistence crushes Katies’ hopes, leaving her at a loss for how to reconcile your conflicting loyalties, “Me no wan’ no stupid Arsenal!”

Caitlin and Katie shared a look, though Katies’ is more frustrated over the situation, “Over my dead body will my daughter wear a Chelsea shirt in this house… It’s not happenin’!”

But it did happen – As soon as Ruesha got wind of your disappointment over the “wrong” kit, she was all onboard in getting you the Chelsea kit you wanted. Anything to advert a meltdown – and, of course, wind Katie up as well.

“Look, Mammy, look!” You shout, bouncing in excitement as Katie opens the front door, her face falling as she sees you dressed head to toe in a blue and white Chelsea kit, courtesy of Ruesha, “Mama got me the kit I wanted!”

“Yer’ I can see that, Rascal,” Katie mutters, swallowing a lump of dismay as she shoots Ruesha a glare, “Really, Rue?”

Ruesha just shrugs with a mischievous grin, “Hey, anything to make the kid happy, Katie.”

Katie sighs, trying to mask her irritation, “Alright, Rascal, say bye to Mama,” She prompts, ready to end the exchange and once you’ve hugged Ruesha, Katie ushers you inside, already bracing herself for the upcoming battle of getting you out of that kit and into your pyjamas.

Much to Katie’s horror, the determination to wear your brand new kit everywhere sticks, even when it comes to the Arsenal training grounds.

“Rascal,” Katie tries her luck as she scowers your wardrobe for find something for you to wear other than that damn kit, much to your disagreement, shaking your head at every option of clothing she’s shown you, “What about this one? Look, it’s red, yer’ know like Mammy’s team!”

“No!” You exclaim, stubbornly against the idea, “Chelsea kit, Mammy! Chelsea kit!”

“You might as well give up and let her wear it,” Caitlin leans against the doorframe of your bedroom, amusedly watching the battle take place, “I’m sure this is just a phase and it’ll pass, right, Rascal?”

“Chelsea my team!” You declare, promptly as you tug at the blue and white material hung up in the wardrobe, “This one, Mammy!” You continue to insist.

“I never knew what heartbreak felt like until now, when my own kid decides to support the wrong team,” Katie murmurs, fauxing hurt as she clutches her hand over her chest, “Alright, alright, Chelsea kit is then, eh?”

Caitlin can’t help but grin in amusement, “Oh you know the girls are going to love this.”

The minute that you arrive at the training grounds, you are eager to run around and find everyone to show off your new kit to them all.

“Auntie Vivi!” You run straight towards her, as she scoops you up her arms, “Look at my new kit, it’s blue!”

“Rascal! You’re in the wrong colours,” Beth teases, eyeing your outfit as she sits beside her girlfriend.

“What on earth is this?” Leah asks with a gasp, playfully snatching you out of Vivs’ arms as she dangles you in the air to examine you head-to-toe wearing the gear of the rival club, “Katie, why is Rascal wearing this colour?”

Katie groans, already exasperated, “Don’t even get me started. Ruesha got it for her, and I’ve tried everything I can to get it off her.”

“No, ridiculous, this won’t do,” Leah tuts, shaking her head and showing her clear detest for the kit you’re donned in, “Rascal, don’t you want to be cool and wear red instead? You can even wear a jersey with my number on the back. Wouldn’t that be fun, instead of yucky blue?”

You shake your head stubbornly, “No, me wan’ wear Chelsea. I like Chelsea better, Auntie Le!” You declare to the blonde, before turning your head to look at Katie, “Mammy, do you think that Lauren James will sign my shirt at the next game?”

A ripple of gasps echoes around the room, and Katie’s teammates stare at you in stunned disbelief.

“Katie,” Lotte chimes in, horrified, “I think there might be something wrong with your kid. She might be broken.” She retorts, her tone laced with disbelief at your bold statement.

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katie_mccabe11 true heartbreak right now as a mammy seeing your kid wear a different team to the one you play for 💔

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bethmead_ legend has it that leah is still crying about this

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viviannemeidema no words. no words at all.

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leahwilliamsonn i am still in disbelief about this

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caitlinfoord way to go and break your mammy's heart, rascal

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#11 k. mccabe— LUNCH.

content: pussy eating (both receiving), face humping (k receiving) lots of kissing and making out lol, fingering (r receiving), public/beach sex, groping, drinking wine, tattoos, grumpy morning! reader, top!Katie, bottom!reader

warnings: mentions of tattoos, tabloids posting personal info/photos, mentions of a dvd player bc I'm old and still use them

synopsis: A much needed rest day has finally come for you and your girlfriend. She's got everything planned out for you both, from a secret appointment, to a movie date, and finally treating you to a nice lunch on the beach.

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word count: 5.6k

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An arm sliding around your waist is what you notice first in your daze of slumber. Your mind still hasn’t caught up yet, too focused on how cozy the bed is. But suddenly you’re being pulled to the middle of the mattress, your back hitting a chest as you snuggle into the warmth. You swear you could pass back out even easier now, the new heat source making you even more comfortable. It had been a long night celebrating your anniversary, especially since you both had a game first. You’d won 4-1 Arsenal, so the girls gladly helped you party the night away…but today is about doing all the things you weren’t free to do alone yesterday. 

“Time to get up, my darling.” Katie’s voice is always so thick with her accent first thing in the morning. The raspiness always gets to you, and she knows it, too. She’s often taken full advantage of your weakness for her morning voice. She loves whispering the dirtiest of things into your ears at the crack of dawn and letting her hands roam across your body, teasing you until you’re begging for her touch. Then she’ll flip it on you, clicking her tongue as she scolds you for running you both late to practice. “What am I gonna do with you, pretty girl? Always making us late.”

You turn around in her hold, burying your face into her neck as she starts to rub your back. The early ambiance of the outside world slowly creeps inside, like the birds chirping and cars starting to fill up the streets. You can still smell the body wash she used last night on her skin, taking in a deep breath of it as you exhale in a sleepy sigh, “Five more minutes, please baby.”

“Okay, hun..but only five more. Then we gotta get ready for the day, alright?” She’s met with a small snore from between your lips. Already back to being dead to the world in her arms. Her chest shakes with a silent laugh at that, trying not to disturb you before your times up. Katie slowly pulls your head back, resting it on her pillow so she can examine your face. There have been many days where she’s watched you sleep. Not in a creepy way, but in an endearing way. She’d often wake up before you and just admire how beautiful you look while deep in slumber. You’re like a piece of art lying perfectly in motion, her personal Mona Lisa who stepped out of the painting. Gripping the canvas as you pulled your way to be in the world of the living and took refuge in her heart. You’ve burrowed your way into her soul, carved out a spot there, and made a permanent home…but she wouldn’t have it any other way. 

She knew you’d be trouble for her the first day you attended practice after signing with Arsenal. Strolling right in with that perfect smile on your dumb gorgeous face, and effectively distracting her for all of warm-ups. She’d gone pretty hard on you that first day during drills, taking the frustrations of her attraction out on the pitch. And after all the teasing, slide tackles, and pushes she’d sent your way, that still didn’t stop you from coming over in the locker room and telling her she played well that day. A hand extended to shake hers and that stupid smile appeared back on your face, making her heart almost burst out of her chest (for about the tenth time that day). Katie swears to this day that her brain short-circuited at that moment. You were standing in front of her covered in grass and dirt stains, and she had been the cause of them….but you still looked like a goddess standing before her, reaching out an olive branch in the shape of your perfectly painted nails. 

For the first time in her life, Katie McCabe was rendered speechless. Blubbering her mouth silently like a fish out of water before jutting her hand out to take yours. As you shook hands all Katie could concentrate on was how soft your skin was, like an invitation to never let go. You giggled while watching her, “You’re cute.” 

As you slipped away from her, she stood frozen in place, like a deer caught in headlights. You turned at the door before you left, shooting her that paralyzing smile one last time, “See you on the pitch, McCabe…and close your mouth. Wouldn’t want our star defender catching any flies now would we?” And just like that you were gone out of the room, leaving her to pick up the pieces of her frontal cortex shattered onto the floor below her. 

It’s hard to believe it’s been a little over five years since then, and only four months since the proposal. You’re both currently living in your little bubble of love. Deciding together to keep the engagement to yourselves for at least two more months. The secrecy of sharing such an exciting and intimate moment from everyone in your lives has been fueling A LOT of sex between the two of you. In the locker room showers, the club meeting room, and numerous bathrooms or broom closets of whatever establishments the two of you have occupied. 

Katie sighs looking back at the clock, she’s already let you sleep an extra 10 minutes now. She knows how you are though, especially first thing in the morning. You’re usually her walking sunshine, radiating light off you everywhere you go. But you’re always her frumpy grump in the morning (as she likes to call you.) A frown and a furrow between your brows settle into your features as your sleepy eyes try to shut at any given moment. You’ve run into many, many walls that way..so Katie came up with a solution a few years back when you started living together: carrying you around like a koala bear until you can walk and function on your own.

Her arms secure you in her grip, hoisting you up as you stay sound asleep in her hold. She starts walking to the bathroom, knowing when she sits you on the counter it’s gonna wake you up. She turns the hot water in the shower on first, letting it warm up as she gets you up enough to hop in with her. The cold marble lights goosebumps across your skin as you jolt alive wakeful, your eyes snapping open to the bright lights above you. Your hips go to lift your thighs off the freezing countertop, but Katie’s hands stop you, pushing you to sit back down. Her hands slip under your shirt as you shiver at the feeling of her ring sliding across your warm skin, leaving a tingly feeling behind in its wake. 

A kiss graces the pulse point on your neck, Katie’s lips lingering as you start leaning into her more. The soft sucks and nips from her teeth start warming you up slowly. Like a fire brewing in your belly the more she teases you. She leans back for a second to pull you into a searing kiss, her nails digging into the skin of your waist now. It’s the kind of kiss that takes your breath away, leaves your face red, and panting for some fresh air when you pull apart. Katie pulls back enough to speak against your lips, “Time to get up and shower, sleepyhead.” 

Your face drops back into those distinct telltale signs that you’re frustrated. That’s made even more apparent by the way you cross your arms over your chest and let a scoff out into her face. Katie just smiles at you, used to your stink of an attitude in the morning after so many years. Honestly, at this point, if you ever woke up this early with a smile on your face she’d be racing you to the ER for a full workup of your brain. “You did not kiss me like that JUST so I’d get in the shower,” you narrow your eyes at her as you say it. “Are you saying I stink, McBabe?” you push her shoulder lightly with a pout on your lips. 

“Only your tude, darling….but your hair is looking a little doolally,” she says with a grimace on her face. The little smirk at the corner of her mouth gives way to her joking nature underneath though. You open your mouth to say something else all prickly, but she cuts you off with her fingers wiggling across your middle. Then she starts attacking you in flurry of kisses, all over your face as you struggle to get away from her.

“K-Kate! Katie s-stop!” Your hands come up to push at her stomach and chest, loud laughs ripping from your mouth as she relentlessly tickles you on the counter. “Pl-Please baby! Ok-Okay! I’ll get in t-the shower!” 

She pulls back at that, her infectious grin mirroring your own as she starts taking your clothes off. Leaving little kisses on your body as she concludes stripping you. She reaches for her shorts, but you slap her hand away. “Let me, love. Only fair that I repay the favor.” 

Your lips slot onto hers as your hands slip down her toned abdomen and start pulling her sleep shorts down her legs. No time is wasted as you instantly reach back up and take the band of her underwear into your fingertips. You rub the material through your fingers for a second, admiring the softness before they follow the path of her bottoms around her ankles. 

Then you’re gasping into her mouth as she’s backing you up into the counter you’d just been plucked off of. The articles of clothing that had taken home around her feet now kicked to the side, ironically right in front of the laundry bin. Her grip on your now bare hips disappears as she pulls away from your makeout. Using her now free hands to pull her sports bra off and toss it somewhere to be picked up later from the floor. 

She picks you back up, letting you wrap your legs around her waist as she leads you both to the now steaming shower. “I’m making you drive if all the hot water’s gone.”

Katie lightly slaps your ass as a response. The warm water surrounds you as she closes the door behind you both. She lowers you to stand on your own, hugging your back to her front as you both submerge under the downpour of the showerhead. “I’m always gonna be the one driving anyways darling, we both know that.” 

“Oh yeah? Says who?” 

“Says you miss pro passenger princess! I can’t remember one time you’ve ever sat in the drivers seat while we’ve been together…unless we’re counting when you’re on my lap while you let me–” 

“Okay! I get it, I get it!” You turn around and place a hand over her mouth, laughing as you come to terms with your new title. Deciding to tease her back a bit for causing the blush dusting your cheeks, “Don’t have to do a play-by-play for me. I know you love those, but leave our sex life out of your pregame rituals- EW KATIE!” 

She’s the one laughing now, smirking as she flicks her tongue back out at you. “That’s so gross, babe! My poor hand with your morning breath germs all over it!”

“Oh shut up! Acting like that same tongue wasn’t shoved inside your cunt less than 12 hours ago and been in your mouth ever since your pretty little eyes peeled open.” 

Your mouth shuts closed at that, the red on your cheeks deepening as you hide your face with your hands. “Okay, I’m not gonna argue with you there,” you breathe out between your fingers. You’re met with a kiss to the forehead as Katie pulls your hands away, chuckling as you reveal a small frown to her. 

“Turn around you goober, I’ll wash your hair. We really can’t mess around now or we’re gonna be late for our appointment,” she says while reaching for your shampoo. 

It’s always so relaxing when she does your hair for you some days. You used to always laugh at first because it reminded you of Charles from Brooklyn99 so badly. She never understood when you’d just burst out giggling like a madman and when she’d ask you’d just reply, “The most intimate thing you can do for a lover is wash their hair!” 

When you finally got her to agree to watch the show about a year after the shower routine started, she almost choked on her popcorn when she heard him say it. Yeah, she definitely chased you around the house before tackling you to the couch and tickling you as a punishment for making fun of her popcorn hazard. She really does love to use it as her weapon of certain surrender…because after five seconds you’re begging for a truce. 

The hints of apple and honey fill your nostrils as Katie’s fingers massage the cream into your scalp, pulling soft relieved sighs from your lips. She can physically see your body relax into hers at the act. She’d never admit it to you, but this really is the most intimate act she’s ever done with a lover…and it’s reserved just for you– promised forever now. 

“All finished, booger!” 

You turn around as she starts loading up her loofa, taking it from her grasp as you start doing it for her. It starts out innocently– it really does, okay! But like most things with Katie, they don’t stay that way for long. You can’t help but fall to your knees as the loofa runs clean water down her body now, the last of the suds swirling down the drain. “What are you doing, doll? I told you we can’t waste any more time messing around,” her hand comes to rest on the top of your head.

“And I told you I’d repay the favor last night, and I think we’ve established I don’t like leaving empty promises, baby.” Your hands run up her legs, stopping to run your nails up her inner thighs. The hand on your head turns into fingers in your hair as she lets a growl out, pulling your head up. “Stick your tongue out, darling.” 

You do as she says, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. Her hand moves more towards the back of your head as she pushes your face into her cunt, her shoulders hitting the cold tiles as she guides your head. Her nipples get hard from the contact off the wall, a shiver running down her spine as you start sucking on her clit. Your hands go up to grab her hips, trying to ground yourself as you get lost in the taste of her. 

“Just like that, fuck babe.” She’s gritting her teeth now, planting her footing before grinding her pussy down onto your mouth. “Open your– fuck! Open your eyes for me, love.”

And Jesus fuck you had to fight the urge to let them roll into the back of your skull when you do. She’s staring down at you with those alluring eyes, her long wet hair thrown onto one shoulder, and her abs flexing as she grinds down onto your eager mouth. You moan just at the sight, flicking your tongue on her clit as you let one of your hands come down to replace it. Then you push your tongue inside of her, desperate for a true taste of what you know she has to offer. 

“Pussy drunk aren’t you, darling?” she laughs out, holding you completely still as she puts a little more pressure onto your face as she humps into your tongue harder. The water running down her perfectly sculpted body is reflecting off the light coming into the bathroom. A sign of the little time you two really have, the rest of the world carrying on as you’re frozen in the spot between her legs. Your knees are aching and your jaws getting sore, but that bleeds into the background noise as Katie lets out a knee-wobbling moan. 

Her eyes burn into yours as her legs start to shake around your head, and you start grinding your face back up into her as she comes down. The roll of her hips bumping her clit into your nose in the chaos, more sweet sounds tumbling from her lips. She cums with a groan of your name falling from her lips, the hand in your hair dragging you up her body.

You let your tongue trace its way up her body as she brings you up to meet each other’s lips in a messy kiss. Tasting herself all over your mouth as she walks back under the main stream of water, you squeal from the chill from the now heatless water. She quickly washes you both up before hurrying from the shower, a new skip in her step for the day. 

It only takes you both about 15 minutes to get ready, you in a nice flowy sundress that Katie had surprised you with last night in the early a.m. hum of London. You’d stumbled in all tipsy, horny, but determined to swap your gifts before bed, and by god, you got it done, too. Like did you look at them for 5 seconds and then instantly sit them on the coffee table and fuck for three hours straight around on different surfaces of the house?...The answer would be yes. BUT hey you got the prioritized goal done before going at it like animals and that’s all that matters in your book. 

Katie walks into the bathroom where you’re finishing up your makeup, and your eyes almost pop out of your head. She’s wearing an outfit that throws you headfirst into ovulation early. There she stood in her tight tan crop top and white flowy pants. The glasses you had gifted her two birthdays ago, a gold necklace with your initial hanging from it, and the gold watch you bought her for your first anniversary to match.

It all comes together to make a delicious sight for your viewing. She comes up behind you, arms bulging as she places her hands beside you on the same countertop you’d made out on earlier. “Stop ogling me, we’re gonna be late you perv!” 

You roll your eyes at her before finally zipping up your makeup bag. You put on some lipgloss before tucking it in your purse and moving to go put your shoes on. “Wear comfy ones, I’ve got a surprise for you at lunch!” she calls out across the room as she sees you approaching the shoe rack on your side of the closet. You give her a questioning look, wondering why you’d need comfy shoes for whatever restaurant she’s chosen…but nonetheless, you comply. Slipping on some sandals to match your dress, and to show off your matching nails of course (courtesy of being paid for by your girlfriend). 

You arrive at the tattoo parlour right on time, not a moment to spare. You hop out of the car and rush inside hand in hand with Katie. She leans down to press a kiss to the side of your head after she’s talked with the man at the front, “You’re so lucky we weren’t late or you’d be in big trouble, missy.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” you whisper back at her, “but we weren’t, so live a little, babe.” 

She just shakes her head at you, following behind the heavily inked man in front of you until he pulls the curtains back to an empty room. He leads you inside and pats the freshly cleaned black leather chair, “Alright who’s going first?” 

—

When you leave the shop you’ve both got a huge smile on your face, hands intertwined and swinging as you skip to the car. “I can’t believe we really did that, Katie!” 

“Best believe we did, darling! Now you’re really stuck with me forever,” she pulls you back into her arms. Stopping on the sidewalk to take this moment in with you. 

“And always,” you say barely above a whisper, but it’s enough for just Katie to hear. Your fingertips move as gently as ever as they trace along her ribs, right under her left boob where the fresh ink lays eternally embedded into her skin. You’d both gotten matching ones– a cliche I know– but it was something you’ve both wanted for a while. Hers saying, “go deo” and yours, “i gconai” in the same spot. It’s a promise to each other that’s permanently carved into your persons; a pledge of forever and always. As cheesy as it sounds the words hold dear for you both, and the Gaelic spelling gives a deeper connection as well. 

Katie swears she feels her heart stop beating in her chest as the sounds of the city become nothing but white noise, her body leaning into yours as you share a soft, yet passionate kiss in the busy bustle of the city. You almost don’t want to pull apart, but the remembrance of your surprise is what fuels you to break away and start tugging her toward where she parked the car. “Come on, move it McBabe! I heard we’ve got a plan for lunch, and I’m dying to see what you’ve got arranged!” 

After a 3-and-a-half-hour ride, you finally reach your destination. She’s brought you to Priory Beach, the place you went to on your second-anniversary trip. She leads you out to a white tent on the side of the beach, out of the way enough for some privacy between you two. As she leads you closer you feel tears gathering in your eyes at the sight. There’s not just a tent, but blankets spread out, too. A mini table is set up full of your favorite picnic foods, a vase with your favorite flowers, two wine glasses, and your favorite red bottle to accompany it. A little fully charged DVD player is under the table, and the movie you two watched on your first date sits right beside it. But the polaroids of you two hanging from the white tull-wrapped arch is what does it for you, and before you know it you’re crying like a baby. 

Katie pulls you into her arms as she hugs you, a panicked look on your face as she does. “Oh lord, I’m sorry darling! I didn’t mean to make you upset or anything-”

“No! No! I love it!” you pull back quickly, your shiny eyes meeting her terrified ones. “It’s just..no one’s ever done anything this sweet for me. It’s a lot to take in, okay!” 

She throws her head back and cackles at the realization. “Oh yeah? Not even like…oh, I don’t know, say getting a matching tattoo?” She teases as she wipes your tears away with her thumbs, now cradling your face in her hands. 

“Shut up! You know what I meant, babe!” 

She puts a hand on her chest and acts like she’s just been shot at close range, “Not even McBabe? Oh, see you are mad at me!” She lets out a dramatic sigh, slumping down onto the blanket as she gets on her knees and takes your hands into hers begging for your forgiveness. You quickly do, laughing at her antics before she pulls you down to sit with her. It’s a beautiful view to have as you eat. The waves roll in as a backdrop to the movie as it plays. It’s really all just background music to the endless conversation between you two, the wine keeps flowing, and the hours keep ticking by. But it’s barely been 20 minutes to you both. Too busy drowning out the world around you as you get lost in each other’s eyes and voices, retelling the best moments of your love story as you reflect on how you’ve got to where you are today. “Oh, wow! The lights are a beautiful touch!” you gasp as they flick on, lighting up your space as the sun sets before you. The movie’s long been over and the DVD player dead for a while, too. You take a sip from your last glass of wine and lean your head on Katie’s shoulder, taking in the beauty of the scenery that you’re able to see up close and personal right now. The oranges, pinks, and reds reflect off the water. Ripples of incomprehensible vibrant colors all mashing into one to create an unforgettable memory. “Should we take a picture of the sunse– what are you looking at?” you cut yourself off as you look up at her, the last part of your sentence becoming a whisper. She’s just staring at you, with this unreadable expression on her face, it’s truly one you’ve never seen before (at least not awake). 

“You’re just so beautiful. I wake up every day in awe that it’s me you’ve chosen to spend the rest of your life with. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you, but I thank god every night that I’m holding you to my chest. I get to experience the best parts of life because of you, and I’ll never be able to truly repay you for that, y/n…but thankfully I’ve got the rest of our lifetime together to try.”

You can feel the weight of her words as she speaks them. There’s no smile, laugh, or distraction in her voice. She’s confessing to you, like a sinner in a catholic church. Spilling the contents of her soul out onto the staircase of your heart, and leaving it there for you to either clean it up or let it soak into the deepest parts of you. So you lean up and press your lips against hers. Katie grabs your face, turning you around as she yanks you onto her lap. Your half-empty wine glass goes flying, landing in the sand beside the blanket as the wine leaks into the ground staining it dark. 

You want to say something back to her, but your brain is just mush. It’s like she’s stolen all the thoughts out of your head and you’re just floating in this bliss called her. You’re starting to think she was onto something when she said you fried her brain that one day because holy fuck you’re really humping your fiance’s lap on a public beach right now without a care in the world like you two aren’t famous athletes. “Mmm Katie– someone could s-see us,” you can barely get it out as she keeps her lips on yours. 

“Then let them,” she says it so casually into your lips that you almost listen to her, but one of you has to be the responsible one. So you pull back and give her your best kicked-puppy look, a pout dancing on your bottom lip, “Please, baby. I don’t want to end up on the front page of some tabloid– at least not till I’m officially Mrs. McBabe.” 

She looks at you while biting on her bottom lip, her brows furrowed as she thinks of something deep in thought. You tilt your head at her after a few seconds, placing a hand on her shoulder to check on her. “Baby? Are you ok–OH MY G–” You’re cut off twice. The first time when she manhandles you into the air. The second one is when she continues to manhandle you between her thighs, resting your back on her chest and a hand over your mouth. “Shhh darling! Wouldn’t want to ruin my plan now would you?”

You shake your head no, still not able to use your voice. So she slowly moves her hand away from your mouth, and lets it slide up the inside of your thigh. “Your dress is long enough to hide my hand, and you can hide your face in my neck if you want to, okay? I promise no one will see us” and you nod your head in response. 

“I need to hear you say it. Is this okay with you, y/n?” Her voice is suddenly stern, a hint of her softness peaking out to wrap around the words in a thin veil. 

“Yes baby, j-just please touch me already! God, I’ve needed you since you kissed my breath away this morning.” 

Katie groans into your mouth as she crashes them back together, her fingertips digging into the skin of your upper thighs as they inch up closer to your heat. When they reach your pussy she’s met with instant wetness and a loud breathy moan from you. A laugh rumbles up in her throat and vibrates your mouth as they stay connected, “No panties? Fuck baby you’ve been needing it bad all day, huh?”

You whine out at her teasing, raising your hips up as you search for her touch. Bucking wildly as your body begs for her fingers. “Okay shhh, shhh. I’ve got you now, love. Calm down,” as her digits run up and down your slit. They collect the unfathomable amount of wetness onto her fingers, your pussy leaking like a hydrant for her. She slides a single finger in first, not wanting to overwhelm you before you’re ready. 

“Add another one, please,” you say through a small moan. 

“Only cause you asked so sweet,” she smirks back at you. “My sunshine girl.”

So she slides her finger out and quickly returns with a second one buried inside your cunt. She’s fucking you a little faster now, the reluctance from your tight walls finally letting up. You’re biting your lip, muffled little cries of pleasure audible to Katie’s ears solely. 

Her other hand finds its way into the top of your dress, popping a hand underneath your bra as she starts groping your breasts. She makes sure she gives them both equal attention, switching out every so often to not overstimulate you. Her lips find shelter on your neck, leaving little pecks when and where she wants. But when you start grinding down onto her fingers, she decides to add another one by surprise this time. 

It rips a louder moan from your mouth, especially since her thumb is adding to the mix and rubbing circles onto your clit now. Your body wants to squirm away, but you’re stuck between Katie’s legs, being forced into letting the pleasure wreck through your body. “I’m g-gonna cum, baby!”

You feel a smile against your jaw, “You’re my pretty fucking fiancé, yeah? I love you so much. I can’t wait to marry you, darling. Can’t wait to make love to you as my wife– my other half.” 

 she’s starting to ramble and it’s going to be your downfall. The feeling of her curling them to hit right into her sweet spot draws you even closer to the edge, “Let it all out, darling. Cum on and give it to me!”

And so you do. Your hand comes around to grip her wrist through your sundress, your nails digging into her skin as you flail around in her hold. Your back arches away from her chest and your toes curl as they kick out in front of you. Your walls squeeze her fingers so tight she has to stop moving them as she’s biting love marks into your skin, trying to let this orgasm run its course as long as it can. You swear you’ve never cum this hard– positively boneless in her hold. 

You hiss at the slight sting as she pulls them out of you, immediately bringing them up to her mouth for a detailed cleaning with her tongue. Her eyes roll back at the flavor of you that hits her tastebuds, and she’s manhandling you onto your back this time. The soft blankets swallow you up as you lay down submerged in them, “Wh-what are you doing, K-Katie?”

“I just need to clean you up a bit, baby. I’ll be fast, I promise. Can’t have you all messy the whole ride home, now can we?” You should’ve known at the sight of her smirk right then…that it was going to be anything but speedy, but alas you have fallen victim to the tongue game of Katie McCabe once again. Your legs thrown open wide, back arched off the ground, hand on her head as it disappears under your dress, and a brand new tabloid with a picture of that exact scene on the front page the next morning. But one detail does stick out enough to add it to the headline..the shiny diamond ring on your finger, only visible from the light off of the set up she made you. 

“You can’t even tell that’s us, darling! It’s too dark, we’re fine. Just gotta deny deny deny,” Katie says like she’s a genius. A proud smirk on her face as she tries to pry you out from underneath your fortress of the duvet. 

“THEY HAVE PHOTOS OF US IN THOSE EXACT OUTFITS ALL OVER THE CITY THAT SAME DAY!” it’s shouted from under your mound of protection..not for you– but for Katie. If looks could kill she’d of been dead 10 times before now, all hell breaking loose after you woke up, and not five minutes later you’re getting bombarded with texts of screenshots and links. 

“Okay your right…this is serious, baby, I'm sorry…So should we start the onlyfans on our honeymoon? I could retire ear–”

“KATIE!” And if that wasn’t enough to know you didn’t like that joke, then the pillow to the face should definitely get your mood across.

[wlwsoccerfics]

Home Alone(KatieMcCabeXCaitlinFoordXTeenReader)

Summary: you try to convince your moms that you should stay home alone while they are at national camp.

"please Mom! Momma! I am 16 i can stay home alone while the two of you go to Camp!" You told them.

"y/n, you have a broken Leg! You are underage! There is no way you are staying Home Alone!" Your mom(Caitlin) said.

"i agree with your Mom! You can't even stand on your own right now! So image you slipped and fell! That's just a big no!" Your momma(Katie)answered. "Besides you are only 16 years old!" She added.

"what am i supposed to do at Camp though? Just watch you Play?" You asked and sigh softly. Usually you Play for the Matildas just like your Mom but thanks to that broken Leg you didn't Play for Arsenal or the Matildas right now. All you did was have Physio and be bored out of your mind.

"you can do your Physio at camp, besides you are still part of the Team even If you can't play at the Moment. You can always observe!" Your Mom told you. You shook your head no.

"that sounds terrible, Mom. Football is my Life and just watching everyone else have fun while not joining the fun sounds like a punishment!" You stated.

"we don't really have lots of Options! I mean your grandparents live too far away. Because you need excess to a physio team!" Your momma said.

"Beth offered that i can stay with them!" You let your moms know. Beth couldn't go to Camp cause she was having a minor Injury.

"i know, just not sure how we feel about you living in a House with your girlfriend, y/n!" Your Mom explained. You figured that was why they weren't sure about this, cause Beth's and Viv's daughter Merle was also gonna be there. Cause she had a broken Hand and couldn't Go to Camp with Viv either.

"not like either one of us could get pregnant! Besides i am not that mobile right now anyways!" You said and sighed softly.

"the pregnancy thing isn't the point there! Altough i am glad that this Is the case! Cause i am not ready to become a grandma!" Your momma answered. Which was valid honestly. Perks of being a lesbian. You can't knock your girlfriend up and she can't knock you up. Amazing!

"you two are only 16 years old and that part of a relationship is something that can make everything so much more complicated!" Your Mom told you. You looked at her in Horror.

"Mom! Please you gave me the sex talk two years ago! I don't need to go through this again!" You almost begged her to stop.

"your Mom is not wrong though! You need to keep this in mind at all Times!" Your momma stated.

"okay, noted! Can we now go back to me staying home and not going to Camp with either of you?" You asked and sighed softly.

Your moms wanted to talk about you staying with Beth. Just the two before they called Beth to ask her If the offer was still in the table! Which she said they were and she would make sure you are in the guest room and don't Sneak around with Merle.

"y/n?" Your momma asked as she and your mom walked into your bedroom, the door was Open so they didn't knock.

"yes momma?" You said and looked up from your book, to look at her.

"We talked to Beth and she is still in board with you staying over!" Your momma answered.

"but there will be rules! No sneaking around with Merle!" Your Mom explained. You nodded your head softly.

"thank you momma! Thank you Mom! Sounds fair!" You replied, smiling softly.

Your momma helped you pack up a bag for the two weeks while your Mom got your pain meds for the two weeks ready. They then dropped you off at Beth's place and thanked her again for offering to watch you.

"okay Girls! Time for two weeks of fun! Well within reason! Cause we have limited Options! Given one of you had a broken Hand and one of you had a broken leg!"Beth stated.

"yeah unfortunately that's true! but If we both were fine we would be at national camp. I miss football. But at least i get to spend time with my girlfriend!" You answered. Your girlfriend kissed your cheek.

"that's the good thing about this! Cause i do miss football as well!" Merle let you know.

"well we will make the best out of it! How about we start with a Pizza Party?" Beth suggested.

So that's what you did. You had pizza, garlic bread & watched some funny movies. The next two weeks were sure gonna be fun.

[moonlight-alexia]

With the city win, do you got anything starfish related like headcanons?

Of course you don’t have to and you can just ignore this if you want.

Starfish - North London Derby ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ it's not a lot but just a little one for this

Starfish knew playing Spurs is always a big deal, Leah would always tell Starfish about it and the week leading up to it Leah and Katie are basically coaching Starfish so she knows that North London is red and Arsenal are the best club in North London. No room for Starfish to think otherwise.

Starfish in a full arsenal kit, red ribbons in her hair and her face painted with both her mums numbers on her cheeks. The ribbons after the game she tries to give to Hayley, knowing she always wears them, but Hayley just gives Starfish her ribbons instead.

Starfish knows the spurs Aussie's quite well, well enough to be able to tease them. Gives them all hugs and is nice but while also running around screaming north london is red and arsenal is the best.

Kyra and Charli both give their jersey's to starfish, Kyra giving hers to soften the blow of coming up with the idea of Charli giving starfish hers knowing Katie would absolutely hate it. Katie almost dying seeing her daughter running around holding a spurs jersey though. 'But mammy it's green like Ireland,' Honestly couldn't argue with that but once they're home Katie makes sure to hide the spurs one away so Starfish wouldn't try to wear it.

[gpcwsl]

Katie McCabe x irland headcoach reader

Anything you want to write really, can be fluff, angsty etc

Warnings: coach and player (but no age-gap), kissing.

Katie McCabe x Coach!Reader

- Underneath the emerald sky -

MasterList

The sharp sound of a whistle pierced the crisp Dublin air, cutting through the chatter on the training pitch. “Katie, shift left!” Your voice carried across the field, authoritative and clipped. The Ireland women’s team was preparing for their Nations League final, and every second of practice mattered.

Katie McCabe didn’t move. Not right away, at least. She stood rooted, the ball at her feet, her jaw set as her sharp blue eyes locked onto yours.

“Shift left,” you repeated, your tone hardening.

She complied this time, reluctantly, sliding into position with a flick of her wrist as if to say, Happy now?

The tension was palpable, and you didn’t miss the sidelong glances from the rest of the squad. Everyone knew you and Katie had history—though no one dared to bring it up.

After practice, you retreated to the office in the training facility, hoping to find solace in the glow of your laptop. The game plan wasn’t going to finalize itself, and you needed to put distance between yourself and Katie before the inevitable confrontation.

It didn’t work.

The door slammed shut behind her, and you didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

“What the hell was that?” she demanded.

“What was what?” you replied coolly, keeping your eyes on the screen.

“You’re nitpicking every single thing I do out there. What’s your problem with me?”

You finally looked up, meeting her glare with a calm facade you didn’t quite feel. “I don’t have a problem with you, Katie. I have a problem with a captain who doesn’t listen.”

Her laugh was bitter, tinged with disbelief. “Right, because this is about football and not… whatever this is.” She gestured vaguely between the two of you.

“There is no this,” you said firmly, though the words felt like a lie even as they left your mouth.

Katie stepped closer, her voice dropping to something softer, more dangerous. “We both know that’s not true.”

The first time you met Katie, she was everything you’d heard she’d be—passionate, stubborn, and unapologetically herself. She challenged your authority from day one, questioning tactics and pushing boundaries in ways that were both infuriating and, secretly, impressive.

You’d been warned about her fiery personality, but nothing could have prepared you for the way she consumed every room she walked into. Or the way she looked at you that night on the beach.

It was after a tough loss in the qualifiers, and the team had dispersed to lick their wounds in private. Katie found you sitting alone on the sand, staring out at the waves.

“You’re not as tough as you pretend to be, are you?” she said, dropping down beside you.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re always so… composed. Like nothing gets to you. But I see it. You care.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, so you said nothing. The silence stretched between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.

That night, under the blanket of stars, she kissed you for the first time. It was impulsive, electric, and utterly wrong. But you kissed her back anyway.

The problem with falling for someone like Katie McCabe was that loving her felt like trying to hold onto a flame—it was beautiful, but it burned.

The relationship was doomed from the start. Your roles—her as captain, you as head coach—created an imbalance neither of you could ignore. Arguments about tactics bled into personal fights, and before long, the lines between professional and personal were so blurred you didn’t know where one ended and the other began.

The breaking point came during a friendly against England. A miscommunication on the pitch led to a shouting match in the locker room, with Katie accusing you of undermining her leadership and you firing back that she was too reckless to be trusted.

You broke it off that night, telling her it was for the good of the team. She didn’t fight you on it, but the look in her eyes haunted you for weeks.

Back in the present, things reached a boiling point after a hard-fought victory in the semi-finals. The media had been speculating about your relationship with Katie, and a journalist’s pointed question during a press conference sent you spiraling.

“Coach, there’s been some chatter about tension between you and your captain, Katie McCabe. Is that affecting the team dynamic?”

Katie was seated beside you, her expression unreadable. You forced a tight smile. “Katie and I are both professionals. Our focus is on winning the Nations League, and that’s all there is to it.”

The lie tasted bitter, and Katie’s sharp inhale didn’t go unnoticed.

Later that night, she showed up at your door.

“You’re a coward,” she said, her voice trembling with anger.

“And you’re impossible!” you shot back. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep this team together with you constantly questioning me?”

Her laughter was cold and humorless. “This isn’t about the team, and you know it. You’re scared. Scared of what people will think, scared of losing control, scared of me.”

“I’m not scared of you,” you said, though your voice lacked conviction.

She stepped closer, her gaze boring into yours. “Then prove it.”

The night before the final, Katie found you alone in the stands of the empty stadium. She sat beside you in silence, the weight of everything unsaid settling between you.

“I’m sorry,” she said finally. “For everything. I just… I don’t know how to separate what I feel for you from what I do out there.”

You looked at her, really looked at her, and for the first time in a long time, you let yourself be honest. “I’m scared, Katie. Not of you. Of losing this—losing us.”

Her hand found yours, her grip firm and steady. “You’re not going to lose me. No matter what happens tomorrow, we’ll figure it out. Together.”

That night, you returned to the beach where it all began. Under the same sky, you found each other again—not as coach and captain, but as two people who loved fiercely, even when it hurt.

The Nations League final was a battle to the very end, but when the final whistle blew, Ireland stood victorious. The stadium erupted in cheers, and the team swarmed the pitch in celebration.

Amid the chaos, Katie found you. She didn’t hesitate, didn’t care about the cameras or the eyes watching. She pulled you in and kissed you, her smile against your lips brighter than the stadium lights.

For the first time, you didn’t care either.

Underneath the emerald skies, you stood together, ready to face whatever came next.

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That's a lot of blood | Arsenal WFC x Reader

5k celebration prompt: "That's a lot of blood."

Woso masterlist | Words: 1k

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The match was intense, the kind where every step, tackle, and shot felt like it could make or break the game. The crowd roared in the background, but you barely heard it, your focus narrowed to the field in front of you.

The opposition broke through your team’s line of defense, the ball sailing over the top. A one-on-one with the keeper was the last thing you wanted in a game like this. You pushed yourself to sprint back, muscles burning, and made the only choice you could: throw your body down for a tackle.

Your timing was perfect. The ball ricocheted off your foot and away from danger. But the striker tripped over you, her cleat catching your thigh as she fell. It all happened so fast that you didn’t process it until the sharp pain hit, like a knife slicing through your leg.

“Jesus.” Katie’s voice broke through your haze as she ran to your side. She dropped to her knees, her hands instantly on your shoulders as you tried to sit up. “Stay down.” Her tone was softer than you were used to from her on the pitch. “Trust me, that is not something you want to see.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?” The panic very present in your voice. Before Katie could answer, Manu’s voice piped up from behind you. “That’s a lot of blood.”

Your eyes widened, and your stomach churned. Blood? That wasn’t a good sign. “Nice going, now she’s scared.” Katie snapped, glaring at the goalkeeper. It was well known within the team that you didn’t handle blood well. Let alone your own blood covering your thigh.

“Right, sorry!” Manu kneeled down beside you. “It’s not that bad. Really.” You shot her a look, “You can’t say that right after you say there is a lot of blood. Those two do not work together!” 

Katie chuckled at your comment, but quickly gathered herself to be there for you. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, the seconds dragging on as you lay there waiting for the medics to arrive.

The pain in your leg throbbed, and you felt the warm fluid in your leg. Your shorts sticking to your leg even more than before.

Then curiosity got the better of you, and you glanced down. A mistake. “Oh god.” Your face turned pale as you saw how much blood was covering your leg. You couldn’t even see the wound anymore. 

A wave of nausea washed over you. Lotte, who had been hovering nearby, quickly knelt by your side. She gently pushed your shoulders back to the ground. “Hey, don’t look at that. You’re going to be okay. It’s not as bad as it seems. Just focus on me, alright?” 

Her calm demeanor steadied you slightly, though your breathing was still shallow. The medics finally arrived, gauze and gloves in hand. You flinched as they applied pressure to the wound, the sting making tears spring to your eyes.

“Just breathe,” Lotte said, her voice soothing as she wiped dirt and grass from your face. “In through your nose, out through your mouth. You’ve got this.”

Katie took your hand in hers, squeezing it tightly. “Don’t make me show you how to breathe,” she teased, a playful glint in her eye despite the situation.

Her joke makes you chuckle. “See, you’re doing just fine.”

One of the medics looked up after inspecting your leg. “Good news, it’s not too deep. You’ll just need a few stitches.”

You sighed in relief, though the idea of stitches made your stomach twist. “A few stitches isn’t so bad.” You said out loud, trying to convince yourself.

Katie’s smirk appeared again. “Yeah, and chicks dig scars. You’ll find a girlfriend in no time now.” With a roll of your eyes you tell her that she’s awful. “If I’m awful, then why are you still holding my hand?” You stared at her deadpan. “Annoying too.”

Lotte shook her head at the two of you, a small smile on her lips. “You’re impossible, both of you.”

The medics wrapped your leg and helped you to your feet, with Katie and Lotte supporting you on either side. The trip to the tunnel was a blur, and before you knew it, you were sitting in the medical room with a couple stitches, a fresh bandage and crutches.

When you finally hobbled out to the bench, the game was nearing its end. The team checked on you, their faces a mix of concern and relief. You assured them you were fine, and that they could stop worrying about you.

The final whistle blew, and you looked up just in time to see Leah running your way with a grin on her face. “Scored that goal for you.” The team on the bench had informed you that Leah had scored off a corner just before you had made your way back.

You shook your head with a chuckle. “You so didn’t.”

She wrapped her arm around your shoulder. “Okay, maybe not.” She admitted, “But I am dedicating it to you. End of story.”

It didn’t take you long to get used to the crutches, so you joined the team on your round around the stadium, taking pictures with fans and signing their jersey’s and signs. 

You noticed that no matter where you went, one of the girls was keeping an eye on you. While you appreciated their support, you were not looking forward to being babysat for the next few weeks while your leg was healing.

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