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queen-of-reptiles · 10 months ago

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description: in which harper calls y/n mama for the first time after you and mini finally move in together and no longer hold a relationship together via facetimes

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katrina gorry x female reader

disclaimer: this is all fiction! Do not take any of this seriously.

warnings: this one is so cute - just fluffy learning how to co-parent ughhhh

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y/n laughed as she span Katrina once more, the woman laughing with her as she unpacked her final box. Harper was sat on the sofa watching with a wide smile.

Katrina and y/n had been together over a year now, the two having started dating January of 2023. Harper had never really known life without her, though she was aware she was not of relation to her.

Katrina, up until recently had been playing in Sweden, the couple keeping their relationship together with facetimes and quick flights over when they had any time.

However, Katrina had finally signed for y/n's team of four years West Ham United, and now the two were finally together full time, excitement had spread through them at the idea of actually fully starting a life together.

Katrina and Harper had arrived a week ago, their move yet to be announced, which gave them time to move the two Australians into y/n's apartment, a spacious three bed, due to the fact y/n had friends stay more often than not.

They were at their final box, unpacking Katrina's last bits of living items, Harper watching her mother and her mother's girlfriend dance as they did so.

"Come here monkey." y/n grinned, holding out her hands to Harper who grinned and squealed, standing up to grab y/n's hands and let the woman dance with her.

y/n cooed as Harper's little feet jumped on the sofa, the girl laughing as y/n danced with her, Katrina could feel her heart warm at the sight and smiled.

Harper jumped off the sofa, y/n helping her to the ground and the little girl ran at her mother, shouting excitedly as she jumped at her, Katrina chuckling and picking her daughter up.

"Hey Harps." Katrina smiled, kissing her daughter's cheek as y/n moved over.

Katrina smiled, pulling the woman by her top so she could steal a kiss from her lips, the Australian smiling into the kiss as the woman craned her neck up to reach her girlfriend.

Harper let out a squeak pushing their faces apart and pulling at y/n's hair, which was all she could reach while sat on her mother's hip. y/n laughed as she ducked down and pressed kisses over Harper's face.

The toddler bursts into laughter, giggling at the feeling and Katrina can feel her heart almost burst at how cute the scene is. The family they were becoming was all she ever wanted.

"I think, it's time for some dinner." y/n says as she takes Harper from Katrina. "What do you want Harps?" y/n asks her as the girl thinks.

"Chicken nuggets!" Harper squeals and y/n chuckles as Katrina sighs.

"I guess we could make a stop at McDonalds." Katrina hums and y/n looks at her with a grin.

"I won't tell if you don't?" y/n offers and Katrina grins before y/n moves to get her keys, Harper telling her in garbled words that she didn't want to get down from y/n's hip.

The three piled into the car, Katrina watching sweetly as y/n clipped Harper into her car seat and kissed her nose before shutting the door and turning to face Katrina.

"What?" y/n asked her, looking rather sheepish worried she had overstepped a boundary.

"I just, love you so much." Katrina smiles, moving in to press a kiss against her lover. "I'm so happy to be here." She says again.

y/n smiles against Katrina's lips, her head ducked so they could meet and her arms wrapped tightly around the woman, bringing her close so they could be in each other's tight holds.

"I'm so happy you're here." y/n promises her, pecking her lips once more before she moves around and opens the passenger door for Katrina who chuckles and steps into the car. y/n grinning as she got into the driver's seat.

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Katrina had settled in fantastically over the last few weeks, sinking into training easily, fans going crazy over the small bit of content they had recieved during her signing video.

Harper had joined, wearing her own shirt and number along with her mother, holding a mini mic which she shouted into in excitement when y/n had walked in.

The small girl running over with a wide grin and giggling when the woman grabbed her and lifted her into the air, before scooping her up in a tight hug.

Katrina and y/n were not a secret, the internet thought they were very cute, especially the clips of them after the Australia vs England game in the World Cup, where y/n's team had sadly knocked out Katrina's to get to the finals.

Currently the two were in bed, their first game since Christmas, in the WSL tomorrow against Tottenham. Katrina was settled onto y/n's shoulder, arms wrapped around her as she hummed happily.

The two were quiet, listening to the sound of London wind as y/n ran her hand down Katrina's face, occasionally pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"I'm so happy you're here." y/n murmured quietly, Katrina smiling into her shoulder.

"God, you're such a softie." Katrina tells her. "Scary big defender, all tall and chiselled, all you are is a great big softie." She continues and y/n chuckles.

"Only for you love." y/n tells her, leaning down to peck her lips.

Katrina grins into her shoulder, rolling her eyes as y/n tenses. The sound of small footsteps echo and the door is pushed open, a tearful Harper walking into view.

"Hi Baby." y/n smiles, sitting up and looking at the clock which read 11pm. "What's the matter?" y/n asks as Harper moves over, y/n quickly scooping her up.

"Bad dweam." Harper says, her little voice thick with sleep and sadness as she crawls over to her mother and pushes her head into her collarbone.

Katrina sighs and sits up, y/n doing the same as she wraps and arm around Katrina and brings the woman into her side, Harper balanced on her chest.

"It's okay. We're right here monkey." Katrina promises Harper. The girl sniffles, laying her tiny hand on Katrina's other shoulder.

"Why no cwothes?" She asks and y/n closes her eyes, sucking in a large breath as she tries not to laugh, Katrina's eyes widening in panic.

"We just got a little hot monkey, thought we would be cooler this way." y/n tells her, Harper now recovering from her bad dream and sitting up stretching her arms as she scoots over to y/n, arms raised.

"Off." Harper says before Katrina calls her name and sends her a pointed look. "Pwease." Harper adds and y/n chuckles, helping the girl take her top off, leaving her in her night nappy.

"Do you wanna stay here for the night?" y/n asks her, Katrina sending y/n a slightly pointed look as Harper nods and falls into y/n's chest.

The woman chuckles and leans over, switching her bedside lamp off as she settles down and brings Harper closer to the middle, so she was between the two.

"Night babe." y/n says as she pecks Katrina's lips. The woman humming into the sweet kiss. "Night baby." y/n then says, leaning down to press two kisses to Harper's cheek.

The toddler giggles tiredly before reaching out for her mother who presses a kiss to her other cheek, the girl then falling asleep quickly know she was safe.

"You're so good with her." Katrina whispers to y/n softly, knowing it was something y/n worried about.

"You think?" y/n asked worriedly and Katrina smiles.

"I know babe." Katrina promises before the two slowly drift into sleep.

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y/n panted as she ran after the ball, trying to fight her way through the wind which was becoming almost impossible to run against now, the ball was hardly staying down and as she approached the edge of the box, waiting for Kristie's corner she wasn't sure how this would go.

It was currently 4-4 and the 89th minute. It had been an incredibly eventful and busy game. y/n being kept very busy, especially considering they had lost Shannon due to a red card twenty minutes in.

That left three very stressed defenders of Kirsty, y/n and Hawa, Rihanne refusing to switch the formation leaving the three to fight as best they could.

Which unfortunately tonight was not the best. As they crowded around the box for the last attempt of the game, y/n watched as Kirstie kicked the ball while holding it so it didn't blow away.

Bethany England reached it first, heading it to y/n, who just swallowed and sent her foot through it, watching in shock as it skimmed Katrina's back, and into the goal.

The echo of the fans at Chigwell were nothing compared to Katrina shout of happiness as she ran at her girlfriend proud of her as the team barrelled on top of her.

Soon, y/n got them up, pushing them back to their places with a shake of her head as she walked back to her own, Mackenzie quickly racing out of her own goal to pick her up in a squeeze before running back.

The whistle blew two minutes later, West Ham fans screaming in excitement as the group cheered, relieved that they had moved further up the table and away from relegation with a big win.

y/n was laughing with Hawa as they walked over to Katrina, who was talking to Kristie with Harper on her hip. Harper smiled as she saw y/n, fighting to get down as she ran over.

"Mama, look at my shirt!" Harper cheered, turning around to show y/n's number and name which made the woman grin.

"Wow, don't you look so cool!" y/n smiles as Katrina walks over. y/n suddenly pauses. "Wait." y/n breathes. "What did you just call me?" She asks.

"Mama?" Harper asks, looking up at her. Katrina smiles, as if having seen this coming and y/n crouches as Harper places her small hands on y/n's cheeks.

"Okay baby." y/n smiles, pressing a kiss to Harper's head. "Okay." y/n nods as she picks her up.

"Don't cwy mumma." Harper tells her and y/n lets out a tearful laugh as she wipes a few tears away.

"No, of course not." y/n chuckles at the girl, smiling softly as she presses another kiss to her head and Katrina smiles, moving over to join them.

"Macca!" Harper calls and y/n chuckles, placing Harper down who ran to the Australian goalkeeper, the woman picking her up with a smile and cheer.

"She called me mama." y/n said to Katrina who smiles softly, leaning up and pressing a loving kiss to y/n.

"I told you that you were good with her." Katrina smiles and y/n laughs, picking up Katrina with a wide grin, the woman's legs wrapping around y/n's waist as she spun with her.

"She called me mama!" y/n cheered again and Katrina laughed.

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this is a cute one because god bless that woman!

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queen-of-reptiles · 11 months ago

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description: in which kirsty smith and her chelsea player girlfriend have to go through several interviews before the London Derby

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kirsty smith x female reader

disclaimer: this is all fiction do not take any of this seriously !

warnings: cutenesssssssss, talks about previous injuries for the reader!

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Kirsty hummed lightly as she walked through the corridor leading to the interview room, she opened the door, smiling at her girlfriend who sat happily in her Chelsea shirt.

"There she is." y/n cooed, standing up as she ran at her girlfriend excitedly.

Kirsty chuckled catching the bouncing striker as she launched herself at her, pressing excited pecks to her cheek multiple times. The crew around laughed, finding the sweet nature of the two humorous.

"Hi Baby." Kirsty chuckled. "Can I put you down?" She then asked and y/n squeaked, as if realising she was still wrapped around her lover.

"Oh yeah, course." y/n grinned, unwrapping her legs from Kirsty and being set back on her feet. "Sorry." y/n apologised as Kirsty followed her to their seats.

The two competed in their London Derby tomorrow, Kirsty being a West Ham defender and y/n being a Chelsea striker. The two were a known couple in the WSL and an enjoyed one at that.

"Right, so y/n, of course we have to talk about it. You scored your 161st goal for Chelsea over the weekend. How did that feel?" The interviewer asked and y/n grinned.

"Oh fantastic! I mean Chelsea has been such a big part of my life, with me growing up in the academy and then coming into this team, but there is something so special about getting that number in the net." y/n smiles softly.

"And Kirsty, we saw you at the game of course, having played the day before, how did you feel?" The interviewer continued.

"Just so proud, I mean she isn't called the best striker in England for nothing. But I am still so proud because she's done so well and even though I hate the colour she does look good in Chelsea blue." Kirsty smiles.

y/n lets out a laugh at that, smiling at her lover kindly as she traces her face with her eyes, Kirsty's hand slips into y/n's under the table and her hand squeezes tightly, loving the way y/n squeezes back.

"And of course, your relationship is big among the fans how do you find that?" He asks.

"I mean, I love that they love us and have done for so long, but it can get a little intrusive at times, if they don't see us together the rumours can be so vicious and hurtful." Kirsty admits and y/n nods.

"People love to talk to, when it came out we were together, all they could talk about was the four year age gap and it was so annoying and upsetting." y/n agrees and the interviewer nods.

"And obviously this weekend you are playing against each other, how does that feel? How does it effect the relationship?" The interviewer asks.

"I don't think it does really." y/n hums, looking at her girlfriend who shakes her head in agreement.

"Yeah, like we are loyal to our teams but we would never put us on the line because of football." Kirsty nods.

"Do you think some fans may find that un-loyal?" He continues asking and y/n shrugs.

"They're welcome to. But at the end of the day, football is not forever in our lives, this relationship will be." y/n states and Kirsty's head moves so she can admire her lover.

A soft smile on the blondes face as she watches y/n answer the nest question her eyes filmed with warmth as she makes sure to also pay attention to the questions being asked.

"And Kirsty, do you find it hard to defend against her?" He asks and Kirsty looks back to the camera.

"Yeah, of course I do, she's fantastic." Kirsty says and y/n smiles softly, running her thumb over the skin of Kirsty's hand which is still intertwined with her own.

y/n lets Kirsty let go of her hand, the older blonde now placing it on y/n's thigh, squeezing at it as she continues to talk about how talented her lover is at the game.

"But then again, I know her, I know the way she thinks, the way she sees the game, and I know I can use that to try and help my team stop the little rascal." Kirsty says and y/n laughs.

"And y/n obviously you had tough time of it in 2020, with your ACL then a broken ankle, how good did it feel to get back on the pitch just before the Euros?" The interviewer asks.

"I can't quite describe it honestly." y/n admits, the pain and heartbreak flashing through her quickly as she remembers the months it took.

"Take your time." The interviewer nods kindly.

"Well, to get back after an ACL was fantastic, I knew I had time as I was only 23 when it happened. But then first game back to instantly get a broken ankle, goodness, it was just horrid." y/n admits.

The game had been rough, it was against Arsenal and in the 70th minute while they were 2-1 up, Leah Williamson, her captain of her international team, made a bad tackle and broker her ankle.

"It was worse seeing Leah as well, because I knew she felt so awful and I just wanted to hold her and promise her it was okay, but I was in so much pain." y/n continues.

Leah had almost been in tears, she knew how much y/n meant to the Lionesses and the fact the two had such a close relationship didn't help either.

"Kirsty was fantastic however, I mean, I don't think I would have stepped foot back on the pitch without the support system I had. Chelsea, the girls, and Kirsty." y/n says softly.

Kirsty smiles, squeezing y/n's thigh once more as she leans her other hand down and drags y/n's chair to connect to hers, kissing her forehead lovingly as the interviewer smiles.

"I was lucky really, because I had such history at Chelsea and lucky to have such a good fanbase because I had been in the senior team so long already. But it is something I would never wish or hope for anyone because it is very hard." y/n nods.

"Okay, thank you." The Interviewer nods kindly before sighing. "One last question, what's going to be the score?" He asks.

y/n lets out a light laugh, Kirsty following suit as y/n finds herself grateful for the interviewer's way of lightening up the mood which had become slightly sadder.

"Well, I guess they will have to watch Sunday to find out." y/n grins and the interviewer chuckles.

"I agree with that." He nods before the cameras stop rolling. "Thank you so much for that ladies, I really appreciate it." He tells them as they shake hands.

"Thank you, it was lovely to work with you." Kirsty smiles.

"Yeah, you're lovely, thank you." y/n adds and the man smiles before Kirsty and y/n head over to their bags.

"You okay baby?" Kirsty asks quietly as they put their coats on.

"Yeah, I just forget sometimes that it hurt so bad, you know?" y/n asks and Kirsty smiles kindly.

"I know baby." She promises, pressing a light peck to y/n's lips. "Come on, lets get you home pipsqueak." Kirsty adds as she offers her hand and y/n happily takes it.

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y/n sighed in relief as the whistle blew, her body flopping on the ground as the Chelsea fans cheered for their win around them. The 2-0 win was hard, y/n getting the first goal just before half time and Sam getting the second barley five minutes before the end of the match.

However, West Ham had put up such a good fight, they had kept close and tight to the Chelsea girls and even had some counter attacks which were nearly a problem.

y/n was kept almost silent by her lover during the match, and while she was coming away with a goal and an assist, she felt absolutely knackered from the game her lover had done.

"You okay down there Pip?" Sam asks, standing over her team-mate and friend.

"Yeah, good cheers." y/n nods.

The nickname pip had originated from Sophie Ingle nicknaming her 'pipsqueak', years ago when y/n first joined Chelsea senior, she was only 16 and eventually Sophie started to call her pipsqueak.

The team found the name hilarious and it seemed to stick once they realised the striker wasn't going to grow above her miraculous height of 5ft 1.

Eventually, pipsqueak was shortened to pip to make it easier and quicker to say, and it was usually said more by her team than her actual name.

"Come on up you get." Sam says offering her hand and pulling y/n to her feet. y/n sighs as she nods in thanks to Sam and goes to grab her water bottle, gulping it down and listening to Emma's talk.

Once they are dismissed, two familiar arms wrap around her middle, the familiar claret and blue colour meeting y/n's eyes as she turns around to face her lover.

"Hi baby." y/n hums, the crowds cheering getting louder at the sight of the couple.

"Hi my little superstar." Kirsty smiles pressing a kiss to her forehead which y/n accepts with a happy hum.

"Pip! Pip's girlfriend! You're up for interviews!" Emma's call rings and y/n groans.

"Emma, why can't you use my name?" y/n whines as she walks past her boss.

"I did!" Emma denies and Kirsty laughs as they get to the pitch-side interview and are handed their microphones and separate to their own interviewers.

"y/n congrats on the performance today, a good win or things to work on?" She is asked.

"Thank you. Look every win is a good win really, but definitely things to work on. We were late to all the second balls, we didn't close down quick enough and we missed some really good chances." y/n nods.

"Always looking for ways to improve right?" The interviewer asks.

"Completely. We always do look for ways to get better, because that is how you stay the best and today proves that we have got a lot to work on." y/n nods.

"Even so, a great goal from you. Did you think it was going to go in?" The interviewer asks.

y/n's first goal had been from about 40 yards out, she had recieved it from Sam and while being closed down by Hawa Cissoko decided to just have a go, hammering it into the top left hand side to everyone's shock and awe.

"Not at all." y/n says honestly which causes the interviewer to laugh.

"Well, I appreciate your honesty thank you." The interviewer nods.

"Of course, any other questions?" y/n asks her.

"I think one more." The interviewer nods, eyeline behind her and y/n turns around, microphone dropping on the floor as she looks at her girlfriend on one knee.

Sam is stood next to the interviewer, clearly having tossed Kirsty the ring when y/n wasn't looking and now the teams had crowded around as Kirsty tried to not cry.

"Marry me baby?" Kirsty asks, y/n wiping a few stray tears away.

"Of course Kirsty, it will always be a yes." y/n nods, Kirsty grinning as she jumps up and presses her lips to y/n's tightly, before sliding the ring on her finger as they pull away.

Suddenly both teams jump at them cheering and screaming as the video being recorded becomes a soon viral one at the show of love one simple question caused.

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