#steph x reader

[dollwhite]

“Face of another”

FOA chapter 5

It’s been a day since you took Damina to your house, you’ve noticed mini cameras popping up everywhere. Not in weird places but just like the living room or the kitchen.

And you’ve been destroying them subtly, like dropping pot on one. Or throwing something into the room. The reason you didn’t confront him about it is that.

You wanna see what he’s intentions are, like is he doing this because Bruce told him to? Or for his mother and grandfather?

You could never be too sure, it’s only been a week since that conversation with Talia. You don’t know when Damian last Spoke with her.

It’s sad really the one thing you didn’t want your nephew to inherit. His parents' personalities, Bruce’s paranoia and his Morales.

Killing people is bad, but putting a murderer in jail, and then them breaking out the next day to kill some more people?

Than that just makes you no better than the murderer.

Talia’s obsession with things going her way exactly.

The only difference is Damian’s ego, being raised in the league. Means being taught, not to underestimate your opponents.

And while Bruce’s doesn’t really have an ego, yeah he might get a little cocky every once and a while.

But his paranoia makes him overestimate his opponents.

So where did Damian get that ego? Did he somehow get it from you? Maybe it’s because he use to be around you all the time when he was a baby.

Oh he was the cutest little thing ever! Oh it’s just like yesterday he couldn’t even talk.

Ah how you missed those days, because now all you get is attitude.but back in topic.

You did have an ego, but not as bad as he’s. Ok maybe you were worse when you were younger but that was years ago!

You’ve grown, and matured a lot. Especially with you traveling around the world and other places.

“Auntie” Damian spoke, walking into your room like he’s been there before.

“Hm?”

“ you’ve got a cat? Not one but three. And you didn’t tell me.”

Looks like he’s find your cats, three beautiful little kittys.

One boy, and two girls. All from the same litter, you would have taken the rest too.

But someone beat you to it, they took the mom too. Only leaving three black, white and orange Fluffy cats for you to grab.

Lily, Luck, Lucy.

Lily was a sort of dark brown and a little bit of black fluffy mix. With a medium piece of her chest hair being white, alone with a little spot above her nose. With big green eyes.

Lucy, along with her sister was fluffy. With light brown, a little bit of orange, black and white fur. Majority of her nose was black, and she had a little scratch that’s orange near her left eye.

Luck is less fluffy than his sisters. He’s black and orange. And has hazel eyes! He always comes up to Lily to steal some of her warmth. He would do this to Lucy but she bites him for it.

“Yes, their names are Luck, Lucy, and lily. Have you meet them yet?” You ask, your cats aren’t the kindest to new people.

And with your nephew being an animal person…well.

You know he wouldn’t take it too well if some of his favorite animals didn’t like him very much.

“Yes I have, their fur is beautiful. Are they all from the same litter?” Damian questioned.

He never knew you liked animals, nonetheless cats. You seemed more like a crow kind person, but who was Damian to judge?

He has a pet dragon.

Lmao y’all thought this was gon be important for the plot huh? Nopeeeeee

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[rainnyydaysworld]

Reader: How do you know how to kiss? Like who teaches you?

Jason: Well it’s actually a class, but unfortunately it’s full right now.

Jason: Would you like me to tutor you?

Dick: That was smooth.

—

Tim: How did none of you hear what I just said?!

Steph: I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

Reader: I got distracted halfway through.

Damian: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

—

Jason: BE A BETTER PERSON!

Reader: WHY?!

Jason: BECAUSE SOMEONE NEEDS TO HAVE MORALS IN THIS RELATIONSHIP, AND IT SURE AS FUCK AIN'T GONNA BE ME, SWEETHEART!

—

Dick: I feel like the world would be better if I'd never been born.

Jason: Aw... that's not true.

Jason: It'd be exactly the same.

Jason: You're not important.

—

Reader: You’re drunk.

Tim: Correction: drinking. Present tense. Grammar, Reader.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Sound III

Steph Catley x Child!Reader

Summary: Your first day at school

"Go on," Steph says," Go and stand with Calvin and I'll take a picture."

You shift a little on your feet as you do as you're told.

Steph's been floating on air this whole morning.

She made you a special breakfast of pancakes and strawberries. She brushed your hair gently and helped your change into your new uniform.

You think she might end up crying too but that's only because your best friend told you that's what her mothers did when they were in the shop to buy her new uniform.

"You're so grown up now, angel," Steph says from behind her camera," I might cry."

You knew that would happen and you shuffle forward to hug her.

She's much bigger than you. She's always been bigger than you but that's okay because Steph says you've got a much bigger heart than her so you try to force all of your love into this hug for her.

"It's only a half day, alright?" She says, though it seems like she's trying to remind herself more than you," So I'll be picking you up right before lunch and we'll head back to training. I'm sure the others are all going to be so excited to hear about your day."

"Okay, Mummy."

"And..." Steph trails up, biting at her lip for a moment before kneeling down and drawing your closer. "There's going to be a lot of kids and they won't be like your friends at camp. They might not...understand that-"

"That I have to wear extra ears?"

"That you have to wear hearing aids, that's right. Do you remember your rules?"

You do.

Of course you do.

Steph made sure you memorised all of them during summer, insisting that they were important for your wellbeing.

"Don't let anyone touch my ears. No turning off my ears and remember that my new friends might not know how to sign so I have to use my voice."

Steph smiles. "Good girl. And make sure that if anyone teases you, you go straight to the teacher to let them know."

You nod. "I will, Mummy."

Steph doesn't end up crying at home though her eyes water slightly as she loads you up into the car.

She doesn't even cry when she leaves you in your new classroom with your new teacher and your new classmates.

She does cry in the car though.

In the car.

On the way to training.

At training.

She just can't seem to stop.

"She's so big now," Steph sobs into Beth's shoulder," So big. When did she get so big?"

"Still crying?" Kyra asks with a dismissive eye roll.

"Has been for the past half an hour," Alessia replies," Beth had to convince her not to pick y/n up early."

"Y/n's a great kid. I'm sure she's having the best time."

"Don't tell Steph that. It might be too much to cope with."

The hours tick by slowly or at least they do to Steph. For what feels like every half an hour, she looks up at the clock to find only five minutes have passed.

It's excruciatingly painful and it's clear to everyone that she's not really listening so it's no surprise that Steph is up and gone like a shot the minute her alarm goes off.

She's early to pick up, anxiously parked outside the school and tapping her steering wheel before your class comes out.

You're near the front like she told you to be, your pastel pink backpack practically dwarfing you in size as you come out.

"Hey, angel," Steph coos as you go running into her arms, burying your face into her neck," Hey. I missed you today."

"Missed you too, mummy," You reply, your voice small and quiet like it usually is," I kept my ears on. I didn't let people touch them. I spoke as I signed too."

"Good girl," Steph says, easily lifting you up into her arms," And was it good? School? Did you have fun?"

You look a little nervous but still nod. "I think so."

Steph doesn't want to pry too deep into that while still on school grounds but there's a horrible sinking feeling in her chest at your words.

They play on her mind as she drives back to training. They're at the very front of her thoughts as she watches you go off to play with Kyra, Vic and Alessia.

She almost wears the floor down with her pacing as your words circle her head without respite.

You were a little nervous to tell her. You weren't sure if you had fun at school.

You certainly look like you're having fun now though as Kyra grabs you from behind and swings you around in the air before Vic and Less pounce and tickle your tummy.

You shriek with laughter and Steph doesn't want to think about you not having this kind of fun at school too.

She doesn't want to think about it all but she can't help it, calling out to stop your play before she even realises what she's done.

"Hey," She says, taking your hands and sitting down on the grass with you," I wanted to talk to you. Can we talk?"

You're still smiling - that infectious smile you have that makes everyone smile with you. "We can talk, Mummy!"

"I wanted to talk about school."

Your bright smile drops immediately. "Oh."

Steph draws you closer until you're firmly sat on her lap and she can hold your properly.

"I need you to be honest with me. Can you do that?"

"I can do that."

Steph takes a big breath before asking," Did you enjoy school? This is important."

You say something but it's a mumble and Steph has to strain to hear you.

"I enjoyed it. Had a lot of fun."

Steph frowns. "Then why did you say you weren't sure earlier."

You nibble at the inside of your cheek for a moment before you say," You looked sad this morning when you were getting me ready. I didn't want you to be more sad if it looked like I had more fun at school."

"Oh...Well..." Steph takes a moment to compose herself, to think through her muddle of thoughts. "You don't have to be scared to tell me these things, angel. I don't want you to feel like you can't tell me things. I just want you to be happy."

[lvnleah]

Could you please do Steph Cayley x reader where reader is recovering from acl surgey and Steph is being all cute and protective.

nurse catley | steph catley.

thank you for this request! bit of a short one :)

The soft hum of the car’s engine filled the quiet space, a soothing backdrop to the clunk of the crutches resting in the back seat. You were slouched against the passenger seat, the effects of the painkillers making you drowsy and slow. The ACL surgery was done — one hurdle cleared, but the long road to recovery loomed ahead.

Steph’s hand was warm where it rested on your thigh, her thumb drawing soft, absentminded circles through the blanket she’d tucked around you before leaving the hospital. Her other hand gripped the steering wheel, and her eyes kept darting between you and the road.

“How’re you feeling?” she asked softly, breaking the silence.

“Like I got hit by a truck,” you mumbled, your voice raspier than usual. The post-op grogginess still clung to you, but even that couldn’t hide the exhaustion in your tone.

Steph glanced over, “We’ll get you settled on the couch as soon as we’re home. I’ve already set up pillows and everything. You’re not moving a muscle until you’re comfortable.”

You smiled faintly, her fussing filling your chest with a familiar warmth. “Steph, I’ll be fine.”

Her eyes flicked back to you, stern yet soft. “Babe, you had surgery less than 24 hours ago. You’re not doing anything by yourself.”

“Okay, Nurse Catley,” you teased, though your voice lacked its usual energy.

She rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth quirked up. “You say that like it’s a bad thing. Someone’s gotta make sure you don’t go overboard.”

By the time you reached the house, you were more than ready to get out of the car, but Steph was having none of your attempts at independence.

“Stay there,” she ordered, jumping out and rushing around to your side before you could even attempt to unbuckle yourself.

“Steph, I can—”

“You can sit still and let me take care of you,” she interrupted, her tone firm but loving. She crouched down to carefully swing your legs out of the car, her movements gentle and deliberate.

Once she had you upright and balanced on your crutches, she looped an arm around your waist for extra support, guiding you toward the house.

Inside, she helped you ease onto the couch, fluffing the mountain of pillows she’d set up beforehand. A tray with water, snacks, and your meds was already waiting on the coffee table.

“You’ve thought of everything,” you murmured, touched by the effort she’d put in.

Steph sat down beside you, tucking a blanket around your legs before placing them on her lap. “Of course I have,” she said simply, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “This is going to be tough, but we’re in this together. One day at a time, yeah?”

You nodded, the lump in your throat making it hard to speak. “Thank you, Steph. For everything.”

She leaned in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “Always.”

The next few days were a haze of painkillers, rest, and Steph’s constant presence. She wasn’t just hovering — she was there at every moment.

“Here,” she said one afternoon, handing you a mug of tea just the way you liked it. She perched on the edge of the couch, watching as you adjusted the pillows under your leg. “How’s the pain today?”

“Better,” you admitted. “Still sore, but manageable.”

Steph tilted her head, studying you. “Are you sure? Don’t downplay it.”

You chuckled softly. “I’m sure, love. You don’t have to worry so much.”

“That’s like telling the sun not to shine,” she shot back, her lips twitching into a smile.

It was true. Steph had taken her role as your nurse seriously, from making sure you stayed hydrated to reminding you to do your post-op exercises. Even when you grumbled about the discomfort, she was there, encouraging and patient.

One morning, as you attempted to shuffle from the couch to the bathroom, Steph appeared out of nowhere, her hands steadying your arms.

“I’ve got it,” you insisted, gripping the crutches tightly.

“You’re stumbling, lemme help,” she replied, unwavering.

You sighed, relenting as she walked beside you, her hand hovering just in case you stumbled.

Back on the couch, she draped the blanket over you again and settled down with her laptop. “Football emails?” you asked, nodding toward the screen.

“Just emails about when I’ll be back,” she said, her tone dismissive. “I’ve told them I won’t be for another week.”

Your heart clenched. “Steph, you didn’t have to do that.”

She closed the laptop and turned to face you, her expression soft but resolute. “Of course I did. You’re my priority. Football can wait.”

Later that evening, as you both lounged on the couch, Steph insisted on putting on one of your favourite movies. “Distractions are good,” she said, tucking you into her side.

“You’re the best distraction,” you murmured, your head resting against her shoulder.

She chuckled, her arm wrapping around you securely. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

As the days turned into weeks, Steph’s care never wavered. She cheered for every small milestone, from your first successful step without crutches to the day you managed to shower on your own.

But her favourite moments were the quiet ones — when she’d catch you smiling at her after she adjusted your pillows for the tenth time, or when you’d fall asleep mid-conversation, your hand still loosely holding hers.

Through it all, Steph’s love was unwavering, her care a constant reminder that you weren’t in this alone. With her by your side, recovery didn’t seem so daunting after all.

[wileys-russo]

Steph, airport, "How did you forget your boots?" (possibly a teen!r and it's not a prank teen!r actually forgot her boots, maybe for Matildas camp?)

Love your writing so much! How you manage to make full blurbs from these always amazes me your honestly a magician.

not a prank II s.catley x matildas

"kyra!" you huffed, the older girls leg shooting out and tripping you, your body almost hitting the ground before caitlin hurried to grab your backpack and haul you to your feet.

"steph she won't leave me alone!" you yelled out for the other girl who simply sighed, dropping her sunglasses over her eyes and pretending as if she didn't hear you.

"steph! did you hear me? steph!" you called again as your national captain quickened her steps in response, kyra pulling faces at you as you tried to lunge for her and caitlin held you back.

"the more you rise to her, the more she's gonna go at you. we've been over this." caitlin chuckled, slinging an arm over your shoulder as kyra turned her attention to charli, jumping on her back.

"easy for you to say. you'll meet up with macca and lani and leave me all alone for kyra to mess with me!" you huffed grumpily, having lost the rock paper scissors that lead you to being sat beside the brunette who was supposedly three years older than you, not that you'd know it with the way she acted.

"nah. she's got a whole team of people to annoy, you'll be fine egg." caitin tugged your beanie down over your head as you shoved her away from you. "i told you to stop calling me that, all of you." you grumbled, a baby photo of yourself with no hair posted by your mum for your birthday leaving you with the nickname.

"well, thats not gonna happen." caitlin grinned, grabbing your backpack for you and loading it into the back of the car, the driver sending you a friendly smile as you scrambled inside, eagerly dropping yourself next to steph.

"you ignored me. you're supposed to look after me, you're my cousin!" you sharply poked the older girl in the ribs who hissed and smacked your hand away. "i thought you didn't want to be babied? you made that explicitly clear at christmas." steph pushed her sunglasses onto her head as the other girls boarded the van and took their seats.

"ah! leave her alone." stephs arm darted out to push away kyras hand which tried to tug your beanie off, quickly pushing herself up and out of her seat to again ward off the midfielders sticky hand that tried to tug at hayleys hair next who was seated behind you.

"thats not babying." you pointed out once kyra sat down and stephs attention returned to you. "well you just have such a widdle baby face, and such chubby cheeks!" steph cooed, pinching your face and shaking it side to side as the engine roared to laugh and you heard hayley chuckle.

"this is babying!" you grunted, managing to pull her off and quickly doing up your seatbelt as the van pulled away from the airport, all of you having touched down back in australia for the last home game of the year.

thankfully the conversation shifted after that, hayley leaning forward to join in as in what felt like only a few minutes the van was pulling into the hotel, the media team already camped out the front with the usual cameras in hand ready for some social content no doubt.

bags unloaded and polite but tired smiles flashed you had your room keys in hand, trudging after steph down the hall as your rooms were right next to one another, no doubt likely at your cousins request.

"i know you're tired, but unpack and organise. training gear, game gear, mufti-" you snickered at that causing her to pause. "mufti? we're not doing a dollar coin donation at the door." you teased with a grin, the older girl only rolling her eyes but you didn't miss the slight smile that ghosted her lips.

"yeah yeah very funny. but before you relax, unpack. then down for dinner at-" "dinners at six steph, i know, i was given the same schedule you were."

a few more lecturing words of wisdom and you were finally free, swiping your key card and letting yourself inside, awkwardly lugging your suitcase in behind you as the door swung shut and you looked around, pleasantly surprised at how large the room was.

after testing out the bed and exploring every little nook and cranny you could find, you grunted as you lifted your bag up onto the bed, flipping it open and groaning at its dissaray, having packed in a hurry yesterday.

none the less knowing steph would absolutely make a point to check you'd unpacked you knew it would be less painful for you to do so now than suffer the consequences of not having done so later.

but upon getting about halfway through, you realised there was something missing, a very very important something, and a cold sense of dread settled over you as you had a vision of exactly where they were...back in london.

"oh fuck. fuck fuck fuck!" you swore, throwing things around the room as you hunted through your bags fruitlessly, the item in question far too large to be missed you were really just clutching for straws.

coming up empty handed, you knew now there was really only one thing you could so. so with that same sticky cold sense of dread trickling over you, you grabbed your room key and stepped outside, taking a few steps and knocking on stephs door.

she answered right away, raising an eyebrow in silent questioning, a peek past her showing her own case half unpacked on the floor.

"we have a problem. well, i have a problem. which i am now going to make, your problem." you managed to get out, your cousin staring at you strangely before stepping aside so you could make your way in, the door closing after you.

"well go on! out with it." steph snapped her fingers impatiently as she perched on the corner of the bed and you remained standing, messing nervously with the tips of your fingers.

"i sort of, maybe, kind of, accidentally-" "out with it in this century, egg." "hey aunty lesley said you can't call me that anymore!" "my god just get on with it."

"i left my boots at home." you finally managed out with a wince, your cousin staring at you blankly in response. "ha ha, very funny. what is it really? dinners soon." steph sighed, running her hands tiredly down her face.

"no i'm not joking. i really left them. they're still on my bed....in london." you laughed nervously, hand rubbing the back of your neck as very suddenly stephs facial features shifted, eyes narrowing.

"this isn't a joke?" "no, i really forgot them." "swear on your mums life, you're not joking?" "yes! i swear. i really forgot them."

"i just-" steph was quick to her feet, pacing back and forth mumbling things under her breath as you slowly lowered yourself down to sit on the armchair opposite her, sensing this was not going to end well for you.

"how! how did you forget your boots?" steph rounded on you suddenly, looming over you as you shrugged. "i don't know! i didn't do it on purpose." you defended as steph groaned, once again dragging her hands down her face.

"how did you not just pack them! you little shit you use them every fucking-" steph paused for a second, closing her eyes and inhaling and exhaling, calming herself.

"sorry. sorry. lets just...pause for a second." steph spoke, eyes still closed as you looked at her like she'd grown a second head but nodded none the less, your cousin taking another deep breath and moving to sit down on the corner of her bed again.

"steph...who are you calling?" "rebel. its twenty minutes away, they close at nine and you need some fucking boots now!"

[pitchsidestories]

look at us now (2) II Renée Slegers x Reader

romantic masterlist | platonic masterlist | part 1 | word count: 1695

summary: the team tries to figure out if Renée and reader are in a relationship or just friendly with each other. requested

author's note: hi everyone, we hope you enjoy the fanfic as much as part one. 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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

Rekindling your relationship with Renée had brought back the same feelings that you had when you dated her back in Sweden. Everything was easy with Renée. You felt safe and secure, loved and cared for. And you loved taking care of her too by making sure she didn’t work until late at night and took enough breaks. The only difference to back then was that this time you decided to keep it a secret.

It should have been easy. You two were professionals after all. But seeing Renée so deflated after Arsenal just lost to Chelsea, made it really hard not to walk over and put your arms around her.

As if she was looking for your closeness, she appeared next to you in the tunnel.

“We were so close.”, she sighed.

You gently put your hand on her upper arm, trying your best to stay positive: “Don’t be upset. It was a good game.”

“I’m not upset. Our team did well but what am I going to tell them? They will be sad and disappointed because of the loss…���

You studied her for a moment, unsure if she was actually talking about your team or herself.

“You’ll find the right words, Renée. You’re never at a loss for words.”, you smiled gently.

Renée didn’t answer. She turned towards the pitch, making sure that no one could see the two of you hidden in the dark hallway leading towards the dressing rooms. And then she kissed you.

It was quick and grateful. A small gesture to let you know that she was happy to have you in her corner.

When you pulled away, you quickly realised that you weren’t alone anymore.

The Chelsea coach passed by, her assistant by her side and to your surprise she winked at you.

“I think your players are looking for you two.“, she said with her strong French accent.

“Oh… uhm , thanks.”, you stammered, the shock of being caught still lingering.

She left with a knowing smile on her lips: “De rien.”

“I think what she wanted to say was you’re welcome. Come on, the girls need us.”, Renée grinned, seemingly unbothered by the interaction and dragged you with her back towards the pitch.

“Hope you have some ideas for your speech now.“, you laughed.

“I do.”

Before Renée could gather the team, Kim came up to you. She frowned, holding herself like she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders. You weren’t sure if you had ever seen your captain so devastated.

“I’m sorry, coach. I don’t know why I tried to stop Lauren James in the penalty area.”, she apologized, her voice steady but not free of frustration.

Your heart ached for your captain.

“It happens and it’s okay. You were trying to help the defence out. Yes, maybe we lost the match today but also showed that we can keep up with Chelsea. And this is what we should take away from this game.”, Renée said patiently as more and more players formed a circle around you.

Leah clapped her hands with a determined face: “That’s right. We get up and learn from it. Next time, we’ll beat them.”

“Exactly that.”, Renée nodded. The blonde defender's words of encouragement seemed to lighten the load on the players' shoulders a little. Only one footballer looked completely miserable.

As you whispered in Kim’s ear, you hugged her gently:” Don’t be too hard on yourself, Kimmy.”

“I’ll try to.”, she replied with an unhappy smile.

“Promise?”

‘Sure,’ the captain shrugged before making her way to the changing room. It was heartbreaking to see her in this state.

On another evening you attended your first dinner with the team. Between the starters and the main course, Alessia asked you something private, to which you laughed awkwardly.

Reprovingly you clicked your tongue: “Alessia.”

“What I was asking you a simple question.”, she answered, sounding quite innocent.

“That’s not a question that belongs here.”, you stated.

The blonde immediately protested not without a smile:” If you’re seeing anyone? But you know everything about us.”

“Just because you tell her a lot about yourself doesn't mean she has to.”, Renée came to your aid.

With a teasing smile on your lips, you added: “And I never asked you to share everything with me. And I mean literally everything.”

“Hey, why are you looking at me while you said that?!”, Kyra pouted.

“Because I really don’t need to know what you’ve for breakfast. Every day.”, you chuckled.

The Australian midfielder couldn't help but burst out laughing too:” A girl likes to yap, okay?”

“Everyone here knows.”, Steph assured her, patting her lightly on the shoulder.

Caitlin, who was sitting next to them, confirmed it.

You needed a moment for yourself, so you went to the dimly lit restaurant’s bathroom, your girlfriend followed a few minutes later.

There was an amused twinkle in her brown eyes:” Our players are very interested in your love life.”

“I don’t know why though.”, you sighed as she hugged you from behind.

In a sincere tone Renée retorted: “Me neither.”

“When can we go to your place?”, you asked your girlfriend longingly.

“Not yet. They might notice.”

“Maybe we should leave around different times? So, it’s not too obvious.”, you suggested. co

The brunette thought about it for a second, then announced: “Good idea. I’ll leave first.”

After Renée was gone, Beth noticed: “Coach left early.”,

“You know her, there’s always work.”, you waved it off.

“And she likes to be prepared.”, Leah continued.

With a glance at the clock, you realized:” But it’s also late, girls.”

“Don’t say you’re going too.”, Kyra looked at you with big eyes.

“Yes, I am. Bye everyone.”, you told the players.

As soon as you were out of sight, Beth turned excitedly to her teammates: “Girls, did you notice how long the farewell hug was between Renée and our new assistant coach?”

“You’re overinterpreting here, Beth.”, Stina countered.

Quickly, Alessia disagreed: “I think she has a point.”                                 

“Oh, please.”, the Swede rolled her eyes.

“But she didn’t want to talk about it either.”, the English striker reminded the fellow blonde.

A smile lit up Leah's face when she admitted: “Yes, that was suspicious.”

Stina shook her head: “They’ve been over it for a long time.”

“If you say so…”, Beth shrugged, ending the conversation but the sparkle in her eyes was evidence enough that she wasn’t ready to drop the topic yet.

A week later, Arsenal faced Manchester City. The game was chaotic and all over the place. You could barely stay in your seat watching your players move around the pitch. Subconsciously, you cringed. Finally, you had enough. You got up and joined Renée on the sideline.

“Oh, I can’t look. This is turning into a basketball game, no midfield to be seen.”, you complained to her, desperately pointing towards your defensive and central midfielders trying to gain control of the game.

You could tell that Renée followed the game with growing concern but she turned towards you and joked: “If it was basketball, they would use their hands, y/n.”

You rolled your eyes and bit back in smile.

“Yes but still, where is our midfield? Get Lia on.”

Renée who had turned back to watch the game only glanced at you this time: “Calm down.”

“I am calm.”, you replied without taking your eyes off of your girlfriend.

“Good.”

Discussion over. You both focused back on the game.

The minutes passed and nothing changed. Finally, Renée gave in and called Lia over to be subbed in. You both shared a look before she entered the pitch. You raised your eyebrow to signal your girlfriend that you had told her so, to which Renée responded with a playful roll of her eyes.

With Lia on, the game started to stabilise. But still, it went back and forth between both teams. When the final whistle blew, Arsenal was one goal ahead, winning the game 3:4.

You snuck up to Renée and grinned at her: “See? Getting Lia in was a good idea.”

“Yes, but it wasn’t only that sub.”, she said cooly, still staring out on the pitch and reflecting on the game.

“Of course not.”

Renée finally looked at you and nodded once: “But important three points.”

“Yes, we got a lot to take away from it too for when we play them again in a few days.”

“Yes, a lot of work for us.”, Renée agreed.

“We can do that.”

“I’m sure.” Renées face softened and a smile tugged on her lips as she dragged you along with her towards the player’s tunnel. She kissed you in the safety of the darkness as she so often did after games.

All of a sudden you felt the eyes of your players on you and began to clear your throat nervously: “Uhm Renée the team is staring at us.”

“What?”, your girlfriend followed your gaze with an alarmed look on her face.

Barely audible you whispered:”I think they saw the kiss.”

“Oh no.”, Renée began to curse.

With a proud smile on her lips Beth turned to her teammates:” I told you so, I was right girls!”

“They’re so cute.”, Alessi chirmed much to your surprise.

An amused chuckle escaped your lips:” You know that we can hear you, right?”

“Yes, we do.”, Leah smirked.

Renée ran her fingers through her hair flustered, trying to take her players’ minds off the kiss: “We should give our thanks to our travelling fans.”

“Come on, coach. It’s fine. You don’t have to distract.”, Beth assured the Dutch woman.

The England captain quickly added: “Yeah, we’re glad to see you this happy.”

Without words, Renée picked up Beth, while both started to laugh out loud.

“I think you can tell that she’s happy.”, you remarked smiling.

A teasing grin played around your girlfriend’s lips: “Oh, can you? But yes, I am What about you, love?”

“Our team won, and I got a gorgeous woman on my side. I can’t complain.”, you replied cheerfully.

And this much was true, if you looked at the two of you now, you wouldn’t change a thing.

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hi!💘could you do a lando x messi’s daughter smau , maybe the barcalona gp. but she’s besties with joao felix so she reluctant to speak to him because of the rumors of lando and magui(felix’s ex). sorry if it’s confusing🎀

barcelona | lando norris

summary: lando takes an interest in a special guest from the barcelona gp paddock but she has no interest in him

fc: steph bohrer

warning: lando is a simp in this, we love to see it!

a/n: this was perfect timing cause i’ve been wanting to write more about lando <333 also not a lot of messi content just cause i didn’t knew how to include everything and still make this short and sweet but i hope you enjoy it!

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What will they say? | Steph Catley x McCabe!Reader

5k celebration prompt: “I don’t care what they say, I want to be with you.”

Woso masterlist | Words: 1.5k

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To the world, Steph Catley was your best friend. To those close to you, Steph Catley was your girlfriend.

It had been easy to keep your relationship with Steph away from the public in the beginning. Only the people closest to you knew that the two of you were more than just best friends for the past year. Since you had already been best friends before getting together no one really questioned the two of you being close.

Recently though, more and more often you found yourself yearning to be closer to her when you were in public. When your hands would brush against hers, you wanted to reach out and intertwine your hands. When you got lost in her eyes, and on instinct you would lean in to kiss her, only to realise you were in public, and having to pull away like nothing had happened.

The internal struggle of what you wanted often messes with your head. Steph had been incredible. She has always been very understanding, she understood your reasoning, and always supported you. You felt so lucky with her by your side.

The reason you had wanted to keep your relationship outside of the public was because of your sister. Not Katie directly, she was very supportive of your relationship, and had been one of the first people you told about it. It was about the public's deception.

Ever since you were little, you had been compared to your older sister Katie. She only had two years on you, but every accomplishment you achieved with football, it always came with a mention of Katie.

While football had been something you had grown up playing together, a passion that started at a young age, everyone always saw it as wanting to copy her. Katie had for sure been a role model for you, because she was carving the path the two of you had dreamt of as little girls.

But because of those two years she had on you, she got everywhere just a step earlier than you. At first it was just parents of other kids from the club you were playing at, but as your careers grew, so did the audience that compared you to her.

It started on a much bigger scale when you made it to the senior squad for Ireland. Playing alongside Katie again like when you were younger. You loved being able to share your love for the game with her on the same pitch. But all the media seemed to focus on was how you were Katie’s little sister.

Katie’s little sister who made it to the team.

Katie’s little sister who made her debut.

Katie’s little sister who scored the game winning goal.

Katie’s little sister who made it into the starting line-up.

Being Katie’s little sister followed you everywhere. To the public it didn’t seem to matter that you had started playing football the same year as each other. Katie was older, so you were always walking in her footsteps according to them.

Then on club level you were loaned out to Arsenal. While the fanbase had been amazing, the media started up again about you following your sister. Even when you had such an amazing season at Arsenal that they paid your transfer fee to have you on their team for real. They focussed on you wanting to be with Katie instead of the way you had performed for the club.

By now you were used to your career always being linked to Katie. What you didn’t want was for them to also link your relationship to her.

The fans had been all over her relationship with Caitlin. An Arsenal teammate and Australian. When you started seeing Steph you knew that they would once again compare you to your sister. Dating an Arsenal teammate and Australian.

Falling for Steph had nothing to do with Katie, and you didn’t want to give the public the opportunity to compare. You didn’t want that for yourself, but definitely not for Steph. Steph knew of your struggles with the public comparing your career to Katie, and had always been there to support you.

Steph had always supported your decision, but there were moments where she would check what the limits were. What could they do and still have the public thinking they were just best friends. This time it might cross that limit though. Still she wanted to check with you.

She shifted closer, her voice laced with both hesitation and hope. “How would you feel about being my date to Em’s wedding? I know it’s pretty out there to fly to Australia just for their wedding, but I’d love to have you by my side.”

You loved the idea of being Steph’s date to something as romantic as a wedding, but your thoughts instantly went to what the public would think.

“I’d love nothing more,” you admitted, your words faltering as doubt crept in. “But what will they say?” Steph’s expression softened, her hope shining through as she leaned closer. You start fidgeting with your ring, a nervous habit Steph knew well. “I don’t care what they say,” she said softly, her hand covering yours to still your nervous movements. “I want to be with you. It’s like you said the other day—they’ve taken enough already.”

You nodded slowly, tears pricking at your eyes. “You’re right. They’ve taken enough already." Steph gaze lingered on yours, the weight of her hope warming your cheeks. “Is that a yes?”

A small, trembling laugh escaped you as you wiped at your eyes. “Yes, I will be your date to the wedding. You’re right, they have taken enough already. I hate having to hide us. I want to be with you and I don't care about what they will say. As long as I have you by my side, they can say what they want.”

Steph's words stayed with you, giving you the courage to take the first step toward letting go of the fear that had followed you for so long. Agreeing to be her date to the wedding felt like a turning point—an unspoken promise that you were ready to stop letting the public’s perception dictate your happiness.

So when December came, you flew out to Melbourne with her to spend Christmas with her family, and be her date to Emily’s wedding after that.

When your family shared their Christmas pictures online, speculation about your whereabouts started instantly. Katie had posted about going to Australia with Caitlin, but you had kept your plans in the dark. The speculations were starting to get to you, so you decided to not go onto your socials for the duration of your stay. Staying away from the internet and spending time with your loved ones was exactly what you needed.

Without your knowledge, the speculation had kept going. It wasn’t until everyone that attended the wedding started posting pictures and videos of the wedding that the speculations stopped. You and Steph were in them, whether it was in the background or foreground. You and Steph, as well as everyone else there, had given the all clear to post whatever pictures you wanted.

On your trip, you and Steph had a deep conversation about what you wanted. Resulting in no longer wanting to hide your relationship. Neither one of you felt the need to address your relationship to the public, but you weren’t going to hold back any parts of it anymore.

It had started with letting everyone know that they could post whatever pictures the two of you were in from the wedding, and you even dedicated a post about it yourself.

Steph sat with you on the couch as you got your post ready. An encouraging hand on your leg, with her thumb rubbing soft strokes over it. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, as your finger lingered above the post button.

Your eyes connected with Steph’s. She could see your nerves in them, so she turned her hand around and waited for you to lay your hand in hers. “Whenever you’re ready.” She said with a soft squeeze to your hand.

Her reassurance was all you needed to lower your thumb and press send. You nervously watched your phone for the response.

Fans were quick to see the post for what it was and your comments started flooding with their excitement for another woso couple, as well as your friends, family and teammates sending their love your way.

You smiled at all of the positivity, and knew that with their support it wouldn’t matter what the journalists would make of it. Their love, and most importantly Steph’s, was all that you needed.

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Lightning Love

Hi guys!

Like I said, after seeing Steph in that outfit I just COULDN'T not write something for her.

It's longer than I expected to be honest, but I hope you will like it!

TW : Some Angst maybe, Alcohol consumption, mention of breakup

It’s always strange to be at a wedding while your ex-girlfriend just ends things with you. Until early November, you were due to come here with Leila Ouahabi, your former girlfriend.

She broke up with you after an eight-month relationship but, with the reasons she gave you, you can’t really be mad at her. She accused you of not being as involved in your relationship as you should have been after so long. It was true that with her being in Manchester and you in London, you aren’t able to see each other very often.

But it was good for you, you had fun dates, you laughed a lot, and you had good moments with her.

Leila was right to say that though, because the real reason for your lack of involvement is probably very related to the fact that you are dead in love with your Australian teammates, Steph Catley.

And seeing her today at Emily and Kat’s wedding doesn’t help.

Steph is absolutely stunning, and you have trouble looking somewhere else.

You never told anyone about your crush on her, you never wanted to make things strange with anyone. Steph was in love with Dean, happier than ever and that is all you want for her. You never had a talk with her about her preference before she met Dean, but for you Steph is as straight as a ruler.

So, you totally have not a single chance with her.

You were happy for her when you learned about her engagement and genuinely sad when you learned that her and Dean broke up.

And right now, as you are looking at her laughing with Caitlin and Katie, you just can feel your heart clenched. Maybe it’s the consumption of alcohol that makes you feel sadder than you actually did. It doesn’t stop you from accepting another glass of champagne when a waiter comes for you.

“You alright?”

You turn your head towards Kristie, Sam’s girlfriend, you are sitting next to you. You promised to Sam to look for her while she takes some pictures with some of your friends, but you probably weren't good company after all.

“Yeah, sorry” you turn yourself towards the blonde. “Do you need something to drink?”

You realise that her glass is empty when you glance at it and that the waiter didn’t bring something alcohol free. With her being pregnant and the heath around today, you hope that he will get fired soon.

“I’m alright” she smiles.

“No, please drink at least water. Sam is going to kill me otherwise”

Kristie smiles when you fill her glass with cold water and it’s only two minutes before Sam comes back with Steph and Mackenzie Arnold.

“Have you been treated well?” Sam smirks towards you. “I’ve heard that she doesn’t know how to treat girls right”

You roll your eyes and let yourself go against the back of your chair. You know that Leila hasn’t said anything bad against you, your breakup was pretty chill, and you are still talking from time to time. But the woso-world is a small world and some of her friends probably made some assumptions.

“What do you mean?” Mackenzie asks while Steph frowns.

“I’m just saying what I’ve heard” Sam says, raising her hands defensively.

“I’m sure that is wrong. Y/N is the cutest of all of you”

Steph statements and the defensive hands she puts on your arm make you feel warm inside. And stupid to react like a teenage boy.

Sam smirks before inviting Kristie to go dancing, leaving you with Mackenzie and Steph alone at the table. It’s a little bit depressing to see all these couples to be honest. A moment of silence floats between you three, all of you probably lost in their thoughts.

You know that Mackenzie broke up with her girlfriend some weeks ago too, or that her girlfriend broke up with her. Either way, it’s never really great to be in that position for a wedding.

“Well, that’s surely depressing” Mackenzie finally states, looking at you three.

You can’t help but giggle at that, Steph smiling next to you. You know that there are more single people there, by the way where the hell is Alanna?

“You don’t see someone who might be interesting for you? Weddings leading to another wedding are great love stories” you say, looking at Mackenzie.

“No, and I’m not sure that I want to” she sights softly. “On another hand, Steph probably could try something with the way our waiter looks at her every time he is near”

You hold a grimace of disgust thinking about that waiter and glance towards Steph, to see that she has the same expression you just retained.

“No thanks” she mumbles.

“She deserves someone better than him anyway” you add, before taking another sip of your drink.

You feel Steph’s gaze on you, but you distract yourself by looking at Caitlin and Katie dancing a little further than the other people in the crowd.

“I’m going to see if I can find Lany” Mackenzie says before standing up.

You watch her leave before turning your head towards Steph. She was already looking at you and you are glad that the night has fallen otherwise she would have seen the red colouring your cheeks.

“Do you want to go for a walk?” she asks softly.

“Sure” you accept with a smile.

You stand up and have some trouble finding your balance, between your heels and the champagne you drank in probably too much quantity. You feel stupid at first, before feeling Steph grabs your arm to give you more balance.

“Are you okay?” she laughs.

“Yeah, sorry. I didn’t stand for a long time and the Champagne kept coming back in my glass” you smirk.

She laughs again and you feel the habitual feeling in your stomach. At first you were sad to learn that Steph signed to Arsenal and not Tottenham where you are playing with Charlie. But then you realised too that it’s probably better like this. You wouldn’t have been able to hide the reality of your feelings in another way.

It’s already too hard to do it when you are at Australian camp. Thank God Kyra is always here to distract her, you are pretty sure that other than that you would have been caught since a long time.

You silently walk next to her, your arms always linked together. You like it that way, feeling her against you without you being the one making the first move.

Steph and you are pretty close, you are the same age and started to play at the same time. You played together in Melbourne until she left for the USA, and you went to Tottenham. With her being in London from 2020 it’s easier for you to see each other, usually for walking Calvin or drinking coffee.

“Seriously, how are you dealing with your breakup?” Steph suddenly asks.

Surprised, you turn your head in her direction before shrugging. You didn’t really talk about it with her to be honest. Leila broke up with you early November, then you had all of those games and after that Christmas break was there. It is only thanks to the wedding that you are able to see her before January.

“I’m okay, for real. It wasn’t that serious from my side, and I think she understands it. I liked her but I wasn’t in love, you know” you shrug.

“You were in a relationship without being in love?”

You can hear Steph’s surprise and almost discontent in her tone. You know how that girl is romantic, and you cringe a little after saying what you said.

“I was hoping to really fall in love with her” you precise. “I mean she’s funny, beautiful and everything… But I don’t know. Something was missing”

“I think I can understand” Steph says slowly.

“It was comfortable, but we weren’t meant to be”

She nods and you keep walking in silence a little more. You are in the vineyards now, the noise of the party coming from far behind you. It’s quiet and peaceful here. You like it.

“What about you?” you ask quietly.

“I’m okay, I think. I wasn’t expecting this to be honest, but I can’t fight against it”

“Are you still in love with him?”

You realise when Steph looks at you how inappropriate your question is. You are not her mother, her sister and even her best friend. You are just a friend who has nothing to say in her relationships.

“I’m sorry, I –“

“I don’t think I’m in love with him anymore” Steph cuts you.

By then you stopped walking, and you are facing each other. With the sun going down Steph gets ride of her sunglasses but she’s still stunning. You could look at her pretty face all day long anyway.

You weren’t expecting an answer, so you shut your mouth and let her talk.

“I don’t think I was for a long time now… I can’t say since when, though. It doesn’t mean I don’t have any affection for him, you know? I just fall out of love with him”

She seems sad though and you take all the strength you have in you not to crush her against you. You take her hand back in yours instead, giving her what you hope is a comforting squeeze.

“You will find the right person for you” you smile at her, continuing when she makes a pouty face. “Of course you will. I mean, every single person would be lucky to have you in their life.”

“We’ll see”

You hum, looking at the landscape around you. Em and Kat made a good choice by coming here. It’s really beautiful.

“You’ll find someone too, you know?”

You pout and shrug, not really believing this. In almost ten years you never found someone able to make you forget Steph, it’s not going to change now. You just have to live with the fact that you fall in love with someone straight and will never be able to be happy with her.

You can’t say that to Steph like this, though.

“Want to go back?” you ask.

But Steph shakes her head no and when you look around you spot a bench between two lines of vineyard. You make Steph wait before sitting down, using your jacket to protect her dress.

“Can I ask you a question?” Steph asks a little after.

“Sure” you mumble, looking now at the stars.

But after that there is only silence and you turn your face to Steph, to see that she seems to be thinking about how to tell you what’s in her mind. It attracts your curiosity, and you tilt your head on the side, silently questioning her.

“Don’t take that the wrong way, but… I’ve never seen you really into your girlfriends, you know? Sure, you liked them and treated them well despite what Sam said before, but I never saw you fond of them. Have you really been in love once?”

You sigh softly, now turning your eyes back on the stars. She seems scared about your reaction at her question, but you are not mad. You are more jaded by the situation than something else.

“Once” you finally answer.

“You were in love once?” Steph asks for clarity.

You nod, still without looking at her. You are scared that she would be able to understand if you look her in the eyes.

“With whom?”

“I never told her”

“What? Why?”

Steph seems genuinely surprised and almost concerned by this statement. She sits to be able to lean and be able to look at you correctly, not only the side of your face. It’s hard to ignore her like this and you bite your lip unconsciously when she’s still looking at you.

“It’s complicated, Steph”

“Why?”

“Because it is”

“Is she in a relationship? Is it someone who’s here?”

“Can we please talk about something else?” you whisper.

Realising that she was maybe put too much pressure on your, Steph sits back and seems a little bit embarrassed by her behaviour.

“Of course. I’m sorry”

You give her a small smile. It maybe would be great to able to talk about it to someone, but you don’t know who. All of your close friends are close to Steph, and you don’t want to put them in a complicated situation. You don’t like lies and secrets, even if you keep this one for years now.

“Do you want to go back?”

“Yes, please.”

You totally can do with more alcohol.

Even if you offered her your hand to help her walk in the dark, the way back is filled with silence and just a glance at Steph makes you understand that she’s lost in her thoughts.

You wonder what it is, hoping that she’s not thinking about Dean. That boy has fallen far down in your esteem since her breakup with Steph. You refer to him as “Calvin’s dad”. It amuses Steph though, so it’s probably okay that way.

“Ow, look who took the most beautiful girl away to kiss her in the vineyard?”

Alanna’s voice makes Steph and you jump. You don’t really know which one of Steph or you let the other hand go first, but you blush stupidly.

“Shut up” Steph answers.

You are surprised to see that she seems flustered too, but Steph is taken away from you by Mackenzie for something related to a new cocktail to try. You are a little sad to watch her go away but try to concentrate your attention on something else.

Like the glass Hayley gives you.

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You watch Steph from afar for the rest of the night, staying with Hayley during this time. You had a lot of fun to be honest, even if you feel a pang of jealousy in your chest every time you see her laughing with Mackenzie.

You haven’t realised that they were so close, to be honest.

At some point of the night, you decide that you are too drunk to stay any longer and take advantage of Clare leaving to do the same thing. After saying goodbye to the married couple, you take your taxi and leave to go back to your hotel room.

You are almost relieved to find the silence here and even if it’s late (or early in the morning) you take the time to take a hot shower. It helps you sober up a little bit. You are still glad to find the softness and the warmth of your bed.

You were almost asleep when someone gently knocks on your door, making you groan in your pillow. But you still get up, opening your door just a little bit to be able to see who it is.

“Steph?” you frown, opening it a little more.

“I didn’t see you leaving” she says, playing with her bag.

“You were busy dancing with Macca” you shrug with a soft smile.

You weren’t jealous at all, of course.

(That’s a lie)

“Do you want to come inside?”

You open the door completely now and after a second of hesitation, Steph comes inside.

“I just wanted to say goodnight” Steph says, sitting on your bed. “And I wanted to be sure that you know you can talk to me about anything, at any time. You know that, right?”

“I know” you smile at her. “Thanks, though”

You are leaning against the desk in front of your bed, looking at her. You are glad that you put an old jersey and a shorty to sleep. Steph is still in her dress, and you love that you are able to look at her longer with this dress.

“And about that girl you are in love with…”

“Mh?”

“It’s not Hayley, is it?”

“No” you laugh. “The problem isn’t for her to be in a relationship. Hayley is just a friend”

You see her looking at you for several seconds, just like if she wants to be sure that you are saying the truth. But you are and she finally smiles again.

“Good. Do I know her?”

You hesitate to answer this time, biting your bottom lip thoughtfully. You know that if you say stop about this conversation at any time, Steph will accept it and talk about something else.

“You do” you finally answer.

“Is she a footballer?”

“She is” you smile.

Steph seems to have fun asking you those questions and you don’t want to suppress her smile. She said earlier that she never saw you fond of someone, it’s only because you aren’t allowed to show it. But you are so whipped.

“And it’s not Hayley” she thinks aloud while you shake your head. “Macca?”

“No” you laugh softly.

“Right, you told me that her relationship state isn’t the problem”

She still seems lost in her thoughts and you smile softly at her before talking again. You really hope that she will forget this conversation after a good night of sleep and having sober up.

“I do. But now you probably should go to bed. You look tired”

“You really know how to talk to women”

Steph rolls her eyes while you help her to get up, making you laugh. You guide her to the door that you open for her, smiling softly.

“You can look tired but still be beautiful, you know?” you point anyway.

She doesn’t answer but smiles before kissing your cheek. You froze, not expecting this gesture now. Your skin tickles you where she kissed you and you have to take all your concentration to stay focused in the moment.

“Sleep well” you say at the same time.

You smile and she giggles before going to her room. You close the door of yours, before letting yourself go against it and taking a big breath. Why is your life so complicated? Why aren’t you able to forget her and have a happy relationship with someone? Leila was great, for example.

Thinking about your ex, you look for your phone several minutes before spotting it in the bottom of your bag. You have several notifications there, including two messages from Steph asking you where you are. They came one hour before and you imagine that it was before she came back to the hotel too.

When you open Leila’s conversation, you see that she was online twenty minutes ago. Probably because it’s the middle of the afternoon in Spain. She went back to her country too to spend Christmas with her family.

You go in your bed again, looking at Leila’s goofy profile picture. After some hesitation, you start to write something like “Hello. I hope you are okay and have a great holiday for now. Can we just please talk about something if you have time?”

After all, Leila understood that you were totally into your relationship with her for a reason. She deserves to know why and maybe talking about it to someone will help you to pass to something else? Leila told you that she was still for you if you needed anything. And right now you really need to talk to someone.

Just after you send it, someone knocks at your door… Again. But you choose not to go answer this time, Steph is safely in her room, and can’t a girl have her beauty sleep?

But the person insists and at the third knock, you finally get up. If it’s Lany asking for a makeup remover, you are going to crush her.

But it’s not her. It’s Steph, again.

She has meanwhile removed her makeup, and her hair is down now. But it’s not what is the first thing you spot. She seems strange.

“Are you okay?” you ask her, frowning.

She doesn’t wait for you to propose to her to enter your room this time, passing in front of you to go inside. But you let her. After all she’s Steph, she can do everything she can.

“The girl you love. She’s a footballer and she’s single, because her relationship status isn’t the problem”

You watch her pacing around in your room, only nodding when she looks up to see your answer. What the hell is happening.

“Your problem is that she’s straight”

It’s not a question, but a statement. She doesn’t say it accusatively either, she makes you think about someone who is exposing his theory about something. You bite your lip when you nod again.

“And it’s not Charlie, is it?”

“No” you whisper.

Charlie is great and beautiful, but a little bit too young maybe. And definitively not Steph, once again. You look at Steph when she takes a big breathing, still not understanding what she’s up to.

“I think I know who it is, then”

“No, you don’t” you giggle softly.

She will never know and that is comforting and depressing at the same time. She’s still wearing this damn dress, and you want to rip your eyes apart for not being able to see her for any longer. She’s so beautiful it hurts.

“I do”

You heard that sentence several hours ago, pronounced by Emily and Kat and you found it cute at this time. But right now, coming from Steph’s mouth it feels strange. Maybe because she’s really close to you now.

“I have one more guess, but you have to tell me if I’m wrong”

“I will”

She’s so close that you can see every detail of her face and tell with certitude that she brushed her teeth too.

You still don’t understand what is happening, but by now she has closed the last centimetres existing between you and before you are able to freak out, she presses her lips against yours.

An uppercut probably might have made you less groggy than that. It was just a small press against your lips, but it was everything and you take a step towards Steph when she takes a step back.

“Maybe your problem isn’t really a problem” the left back whispers at you.

You lose two seconds to look at her deep in her eyes, before kissing her too. You don’t know if you are dreaming or hallucinating because of the alcohol, but it feels real and fucking amazing. Steph kisses you back and you take her against you by her waist.

********

The morning after you need two seconds to remember why you feel so happy and content. But you don’t open your eyes directly, scared to have only dreamed it. You are lying on your side, under the cover still with your pajamas. You didn’t sleep with Steph last night, it was “just” kisses and sweet nothing whispered, before you both fell asleep in your bed.

When you finally slowly open your eyes, you can see that Steph is still here and that she’s already up. The light in the room tells you that it’s probably pretty late, even with the blinds closed.

“Hello” you mumble shyly.

“Hi”

“Did you sleep well?”

Steph only nods and you understand immediately that something is wrong. You feel your stomach squirm uncomfortably. Of course, she would have regrets about it. She was probably at least tipsy last night; you shouldn’t have accepted any kisses from her in this state.

“We still can do it as if nothing happened” you whisper.

She frowns again and you want to erase those lines between her eyebrows with your thumb. At some point last night, she changed her dress for one of your shirts and it’s an unbelievable feeling to see her in one of your clothes.

“Is that what you want?”

“No” you admit before sighing. “But I want you to be comfortable”

“It’s not about yesterday” Steph says before rolling on her back and looking at the ceiling. “I mean, it does, but not exactly”

“Okay?”

You see her take a deep breath, just like yesterday before she kissed you. Waiting for her to talk, you put your head in your hand to have a better look at her. You are nervous, not knowing what to expect at this point.

“You said you love me” she begins and you nod. “So, I assume that what happened last night means something to you”

“It means everything” you whisper.

The smile that is on her face after hearing you saying that is breathtaking. But she is still looking at the ceiling, concentrating on what she wants to tell you.

“I know we have a lot to talk about, but before everything I need to know if you are still involved in any way with Leila Ouahabi?”

You frown at that. You talked about it yesterday at the wedding, so you don’t understand why it is coming back now. But if she still needs reassurances, you will say at every minute if it allows you to have something with her.

“No, I told you yesterday. We are just talking from time to time but that’s all”

You would rather for Steph to look at you, but she’s still looking at the ceiling of your room, her frown deepening.

“In that case, why has she tried to call you several times and sent you messages like Sorry I was busy, What do you want to talk about or Please answer I’m worried?”

Looks like Leila took your message from yesterday in a very serious way.

“Oh… It’s not what you think” you start, but then Steph is turning her head very slowly towards you.

“Those are the exact words Dean told me when I saw the conversation he was having with that girl from his work, the very same he’s going on dates with as we speak”

You feel your face getting soft at her confession. She doesn’t talk a lot about Dean, not wanting for her friends to diabolise him, you think. But it looks like he deserves it finally. You move in the bed to be closer to her, wanting to offer her as much comfort as possible.

“Yesterday after you left my room for the first time, I sent a message to Leila asking her if she was free to talk about something” you explain while sitting up on the bed. “But then before she’s able to answer you came back and… well I hope you remember what happened”

She looks at you for several seconds, scanning your eyes and your face with attention. She’s probably looking for any possibility of lies, but you won’t take it against her.

“I do” she whispers and your mind flies back to yesterday.

“I can show you the conversation if you want to, I have nothing to hide. And I should probably write to Leila to excuse myself” you add, frowning softly.

“No, I – I trust you” she sighs “What did you want to talk about?”

“You” you smile this time.

“Me?”

She seems genuinely surprised by your answer and your smile grows wider. You nod at her and shyly put a strand of hair away from her face.

“Yeah. I needed someone to talk about it. And Leila already understood that I wasn’t really in our relationship for a reason. She was the easier one to talk to, especially because other than Lany, she doesn’t know a lot of Australian people”

“You wanted to talk about your feelings for a girl to one of your exes?”

She seems rather amused now and you realise that I might be a little weird finally. It wasn’t maybe your best idea, but Leila is the only one who came to your mind at that time.

“My feelings about a girl I’ve been in love with forever” you precise with a soft smile. “And that I really want to kiss again, because she’s the most beautiful sigh I’ve ever seen in the morning”

Steph rolls her eyes and smiles, before opening her arms for you. You don’t waste any time before cuddling against her, cupping her cheek before kissing her softly. And just like yesterday, you wouldn’t be able to describe what you feel at every kiss. But you just can’t get enough.

You stop at one point though, when your stomach groans with discontent. It makes Steph laugh and you hide your embarrassment in her neck. Your wild appetite is a big thing, known by a lot of people around you.

“How are you seeing things, back in London?” you ask while you are eating a toast from the meal tray you request at the room service.

“I’m still looking for a flat, I’m living with Beth now and even if Calvin and Myle are great friends I can’t wait to have my own flat”

You nod while looking straight in front of you, munching your toast slowly. You love Steph’s dog, but like everyone around. He’s the best honestly. But that wasn’t really what you were referring to. Steph kept Calvin with her after her breakup, giving it to Dean when she’s away like those days in Australia.

“I’m looking for something in St-Albans, but I could look a little more eastbound maybe?”

You side-eyes her, only to see her looking at you with a knowing smile and you can’t keep yours at bay. Maybe she knows you better than you thought, or maybe she can read you better than you thought.

“That’s a great idea. Like this I could take you easier on a date”

“Oh, do you now?”

She pinches your ribs, making you squeak and almost throw the trail away. After a not very fair tickles fight, you finish on your back with Steph lying on you. You totally could get used to that. It’s Steph's turn to stroke your hair now and you take a look at her before asking what you have in mind.

“Will you say yes? To go on a date with me?”

“Of course. I didn't kiss you last night for nothing. But would you mind taking things slow? I mean – sorry for bringing him now – but I’m not separated for a long time, and I’ve never been with a girl before”

“We will go as slow as you want” you promise her before kissing her.

You feel her smile against your lips as if the feeling of your kiss is as good as it is for you. You like the idea, to be honest.

“Do you want to know a secret?”

Steph whispers and you just hum in answer, distracted by her caresses on your arms.

“I’ve always had a crush on you, but before last night I was saying to myself that it wasn’t something serious. But when I realised yesterday that you might be into me… I don’t know it’s like everything made sense”

“Do you want to know a secret too?” you smirk when she nods “I’ve been in love with you for years. That is the reason why you never saw me fond of someone. It was because I’m fond of you.”

“I love this explanation”

She smiles at you, and you find it hard to breathe easily when she smiles and looks at you like that. You don’t mind hiding your relationship for some time if this is what she needs or waiting for her to be ready to take some steps together. As long as it’s you and her, that’s all that matters.

Next Chapter

[dollwhite]

Singing death

[not a chapter]

All writing made by me will be under the tag ‘dollings work’

Also I’m thinking about making a side account but I don’t really think I want to because i would like to focus more on this one.

Made by Dolling

“Tim.. this is the second time this month.” You said, you arms folded in front of your chest. Staring instantly at your now broken window. “You’ve got a key for a reason child” you added.

It’s not like you didn’t have the money to fix all of the broken windows,but having to pull excuses out of your ass when the workers ask what happened. Was getting exhausting, you bought an extra key for him and he has his own room in your condo. But he still brokes your windows??

Kids now days.

Ya didn’t mine back then, because it was always fun to get a surprise visit from Tim. But now it’s like he doesn’t know when to go home, don’t get confused you loved Tim like he was your own son. But sometimes he had to remember, you’re not his bio mother. And that you had your own needs, like dating!

Before meeting Tim, you love life was not… not the best. With you being a popular singer, trying to find someone to date. Who wasn’t with you because you were famous and rich was hard, even other rich people wanted to date you because you were the famous ‘s/n’

And when you took a break from singer, you thought.

“oh maybe I’ll have time to date now!”

oh boy how wrong you were, it’s like the first week you took a break Tim showed up. And with him being thrown in your life, you didn’t have time to date.

But today was your date night, it’s the first date you choose to go to in months. But now you have to cancel why? Because your ‘son’ decided instead of going back to the batcave or whatever it was that the farry bat had. He came to your condo, and it wasn’t like he didn’t know what today was, you had told him two weeks ahead.

Just so he know that you wouldn’t be home, so he wouldn’t come with one of his surprise visits. But he came anyway, and he broke your window!

It’s not like you didn’t get him a key to your place the thread week you guys met. Maybe he liked brokering windows? You hoped not…

“Maybe I miss you?” The why Tim said these words, they felt… calculated.like this encounter was all planned out?

“Don’t give me that bullshit, look at my window!” Maybe it was the fact that, you had known Tim for about five months now. That you felt so comfortable scolding him or the fact that you done it so often.

Or the fact that he got himself into trouble a lot.

“I’ll get Bruce to buy you a new one.” Tim murmured as he walked up to you, holding his arms out in expectations for a hug.

“Tim.” You muttered. “You are grounded.”

“Hm- thought you were going to [readers] house?” Jason said, staring at Tim. “She grounded me.”

“S-she [reader] grounded, I’m sorry you? Ain’t you her self proclaimed child?” Dick added. It was after petrol, that they all decided to have a game night hell even Jason was there.

Of course with the exception of Tim as he wanted to give reader a visits and maybe stay the night at their house. It’s like 85 percent of the time Tim lived with reader, and that other 15 percent? Oh he spent that time at school.

“And what did you do for her to decide to ground you?” A malicious little voice rung out. It was Damian of course, no one else liked to torture Tim more than him.

Maybe Jason on a bad day but still, it’s like that little demon liked to see to suffer.

“How does she even ground you if you don’t live with her?” Duke asked.placing down a drew four on the coffee table, for Cass.

“Yeh, how does that even work?”

“I’m grounded from her house.” Tim answered, it was a pretty obvious answer to him but maybe some people just don’t get the contacts clues.

“That sucks little guy”

Can u guys tell their playing uno? Also SCHOOL IS CLOSED TOMORROW!! So I might add on to this<333

Anddd do u guys like the name Allure being readers singer name or should I change it?

Also the little special one short I was goin to do…. I don’t think it’s going to be done in time 😭🙏🏽 if y’all have any questions about siren reader don’t be shy ask meee!!

[gunnerfc]

As Seen on TV | Steph Catley x Actor!Reader (18+)

Summary: You and Steph sit down to watch a new episode of the show you're in, except you forget this particular episode has an explicit sex scene 

Warnings: smut minors DNI!, top steph, bottom reader, strap use (r receiving), jealous and possessive steph, begging

WC: 2.2K

You shuffled around the kitchen, humming to yourself as you filled up your glass. You moved around, grabbing some snacks before Steph’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. 

“Babe!,” the Aussie called from the living room. “Your show is about to start, c’mon on!” 

You laughed to yourself as you picked up your glass and the snacks you picked out for the two of you. The latest episode of the show you were currently staring in was coming out, and Steph made it her personal goal to watch every new episode with you. 

“I’m coming, jeez!” you teased as you sat everything down on the coffee table in front of the sofa. 

The second everything was out of your hands, Steph’s hands were around your waist, pulling you down to the couch. You giggled as she pulled you into your side, leaning over to kiss your cheek. “Took you long enough,” she huffed playfully just as the show started. 

You loved watching new episodes with Steph for a couple of reasons. It had been a while since you filmed these episodes, so you had forgotten most of what happened, so it felt like you were experiencing it as someone who wasn’t in the show. Plus watching it with Steph meant hearing her comments in real time as she watched the season unfold. 

You settled into Steph’s side, your legs curled under you as the title credits finished. Steph’s hand fell to your thigh, subconsciously tracing random shapes on your skin right below the hemline of your sleep shorts. 

“You look good this episode,” Steph mumbled, her eyes fixated on the screen in front of you. You laughed softly, she says that every week without fail. 

The episode went on, and the memories of filming started to come back to you as watched you and your co-star get into a heated argument. The same co-star that was playing your love interest that in just a few seconds you would be making out with. 

Your body stiffens when you watch the woman you were acting opposite off take a few steps closer to on-screen you. You could feel the defender next to you do the same and you took a subtle glance at her to see her jaw was locked and her focus only on the TV. 

Steph wasn’t jealous when it came to your work, she understood that with acting comes having to kiss other people. However, she forgot that sometimes that also means having to have fake sex on camera, which means many people get to see your naked body. It also means that someone who isn't her gets to touch some parts of you, parts that only she should be able to touch. 

When your character starts pulling clothes off, you swallow softly as you focus on your nude body. Steph’s hand on your thigh switched from tracing shapes to gripping your leg, her nails digging into your skin. You weren't sure how much of the scene actually made it into the final cut, but you remember having to film a fake scene of your co-star going down on you. 

You were quickly met with said scene as the woman started kissing down your body until she was off camera, and it was solely focused on your face as you acted in pleasure. You cleared your throat before opening your mouth to make a joke, but Steph cut you off.

“You didn’t say anything about a sex scene,” she mumbled, her voice lower than usual, and it sent a jolt of real pleasure straight to your core. 

“I forgot,” you responded with a small gasp. Her nails were digging into your skin a lot harder, sure to leave crescent indents in their wake. 

Steph scoffed with a light shake of her head. She was trying her hardest to remember it was just acting, and nothing really happened, but the jealousy she tried to hide got the best of her. “You just forgot someone saw you naked and had to pretend to go down on you,” she huffed as she turned to meet your gaze.

Her eyes were dark with jealousy, and her jaw was tight as she waited for a response. You stuttered trying to get a sentence out, but seeing her get worked up over your scenes was doing something to you. 

“Got nothing to say, hmm,” she cocked an eyebrow, her hand moving to hold your chin to keep your gaze on her. “You had plenty to say on the TV,” she taunted, referencing the moaning you were just doing on screen. 

“It’s all fake, you know that,” you panted, your thighs clenching, trying to find some sort of relief.

“Mhmm,” she hummed as she leaned closer to you, her eyes never leaving yours. “But did you enjoy it,” she teased, knowing the answer. 

“N-no!” you whined with a small shake of your head. Steph licked her lips as they quirked up in a small smirk. 

“I don’t believe you,” she mumbled against your lips and before you could close the gap between you, she pulled away. 

You held back a whine, desperate for her to do something. You watched with hooded eyes as she stood from the couch and held a hand out for you to take. You took it instantly and let her pull you up from the couch. Steph didn’t say anything more as she led you to your bedroom and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. 

The silence was tense between you as you reached your bedroom. You wanted to whine for her to say something but you knew she would hold out on giving you what you wanted if you didn’t listen. A small moan left your lips as she pushed you onto the bed, gesturing with a finger for you to scoot up as she walked around the bed. 

You quickly listened, not wanting to prolong anything else. You watched as Steph pulled a strap-on from the nightstand drawer, and your breathing picked up seeing the one she picked. It was slightly bigger than the one you normally used, and you only used it when Steph was feeling a bit more possessive, mainly when she was jealous. 

“I think I need to remind you who you belong to,” she mumbled more to herself, but you still whimpered at her words. 

You knew not to speak, she hadn't asked you anything directly yet. Steph sat the strap-on on the edge of the bed, her gaze back to your clothed body. “Take it all off,” she instructed with a small nod to your clothes.

You nodded quickly as you stripped the fabrics from your body, letting them fall off the side of the bed. You felt goosebumps arise on your skin from the cooler air of your bedroom, and your thighs closed tightly as you clenched around nothing. A smirk formed on Steph’s lips as she watched your thighs, a small chuckle falling from her mouth. 

The Aussie took her time undressing, her eyes staying locked with yours as each article of clothing came off. Your eyes dropped to her body, licking your lips as you were met with her bare body. Your breathing picked up as she slowly harnessed the strap-on around her hips. 

You were whimpering louder now, desperate for her touch as she slowly climbed up the bed. She hovered above you, one of her hands propping herself up by your head as the other moved to cup your jaw. Steph’s thumb ran over your bottom lip, pausing for you to pull it into your mouth. You sucked on her finger, your eyes locked with her darkened ones until she pulled her thumb from your mouth. 

“Whose are you,” she mumbled against your lips as she leaned down. 

You gulped softly before answering, your voice already hoarse. “Yours,” you whined, your chest heaving. 

Steph smirked before her lips ghosted yours. The kiss started slow before quickly turning messier and hotter. Steph gripped your jaw as her lips easily won dominance over yours, her tongue slipping past your lips as the two of you made out. You moaned into the kiss, your hands gripping the cover beneath you. 

Steph pulled away, a string of spit connecting your bottom lips before she dipped lower to the middle of your chest. Her lips found one of your hardened nipples, her teeth grazing it as she sucked the nipple into her mouth. “Fuck,” you cried, your back arching as you pushed your body further into her. 

The defender pulled away after a moment before quickly giving your other nipple the same treatment. Your hips were bucking up, looking for more with each passing moment that Steph didn’t do anything. While her tongue swirled around your nipple, her hand slipped between your bodies to take hold of the dildo between her legs. 

A loud whine left your lips when she ran the tip of the toy between your soaked folds. She didn’t waste any time before she pushed the toy just inside you. Steph pulled away from your chest as she pushed herself up, allowing a better angle for her to push the dildo further into you. 

“F-fuck, more, please,” you begged as your eyes screwed shut. You let go of the cover under you, moving your hands to wrap around Steph, your nails scratching at her back. 

“More what,” she teased as she inched the toy deeper. You didn’t, couldn't, respond as a loud whine escaped your lips. 

Steph smirked to herself as she bottomed out, the dildo buried deep inside you. She waited a moment for you to get used to size, and when she felt your hips buck, she took that as her sign to keep going. The defender started slow, but as she thought about what led you to this, her hips started to speed up. 

The lewd sound of her fucking you mixed with your cries echoed off your bedroom walls. Steph moved one of her hands down to pull your leg up to wrap around her waist, letting the dildo hit deeper inside you. 

“Whose are you,” she grunted as her hips snapped against yours. Her voice was rough as she looked down at you; your eyes closed tightly, and your mouth hung open.

“I’m – fuck – yours,” you cried, your nails digging into her back. Broken moans left your lips with each thrust of her hips, the pleasure building at a rapid pace. 

Steph knew you were close, she knew your tells, and she was determined to give you one of your best orgasms. Her hand moved from its place on your thigh to your clit, her fingers rubbing harsh circles against the sensitive bud, adding to your pleasure. 

“God, Steph,” you cry as your back arches higher off the bed. You could feel the familiar feeling in your lower stomach as you were teetering on the edge. 

“You needa cum, baby,” Steph grunted, her arousal spurring her on. 

“P-please, can I,” you get out in between moans. Your chest heaved as you chased your orgasm.

Steph’s hips faltered slightly, the harness rubbing against her clit with each thrust. Her fingers circling your clit pressed harder as she drilled into you. 

“Whose are you,” she croaked, her voice about gone from the quiet moaning she was doing. 

Your orgasm hit just as you went to answer, and you cried out her name. “Yours,” you sobbed as your thighs were shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. 

Steph’s hips slowed slightly, letting you rid out your high while also seeking hers out. Steph came with a grunt and quiet string of swears. Her movements stopped after a moment, and she moved to lower your shaking leg to the mattress. 

The defender pulled out, earning a small whimper from you at the empty feeling. Steph dropped to your side, both of you panting. After a moment of quiet, Steph’s hoarse voice pulled you from your thoughts. “You okay, darlin',” she hummed.

You took a deep breath before turning to meet her gaze. You had a small smile on your face as you nodded, “I’m so good.” Steph matched your smile before leaning in to kiss you, this kiss much softer than the first. 

Steph pulled away after a moment, her hand moving to push your sweaty hair off your forehead. You watched her with a soft smile before it morphed into a teasing grin. Steph raised an eyebrow at your expression, waiting for you to say whatever elicited that reaction.

“Can’t believe you got jealous over a fictional scene,” you teased with a small laugh. 

Steph’s cheeks turned a light shade of red as her eyes darted away from you for a moment. “Sorry for not wanting the whole world to see what's mine,” she partially joked, she knew it was your job, and she would never ask you to not do what you loved, but she did hate that so many people got to see what only she could. 

“They may get to see me naked, but only you get to make me cum like that,” you grinned as you leaned over to give her a quick kiss. 

Steph laughed but nodded in agreement. “That is true, isn't it,” she said with a smug grin.

You mimicked her laugh as you curled into her side once more that night. You needed to get up and clean yourselves off, but for a moment, you could just lie there next to her.

[mapis-putellas]

𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚/𝑺.𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒚

Steph woke up to the sharp buzz of her phone vibrating on the nightstand. It was barely light outside, the pale morning light peeking through the curtains. Groggily, she reached for her phone, squinting at the screen to make out the message. Beth had sent a link, accompanied by a message: “Have you seen this? You need to check on her.”

Steph clicked the link, the image loading painfully slowly thanks to her spotty Wi-Fi. The moment it appeared, her stomach dropped. There was no mistaking the scene—Cata, in some dark, neon-lit nightclub, kissing someone who wasn’t you. Her arms were wrapped around the woman, who looked thrilled to be there, and Cata didn’t look the least bit hesitant.

Steph shot up in bed, her heart pounding. Anger and disbelief coursed through her. How could Cata be so careless? So…cruel? It wasn’t just the betrayal. It was the fact that it was so public. That photo was going to be everywhere, and Steph couldn’t imagine the humiliation you’d feel when you saw it. You didn’t deserve that. You didn’t deserve any of it.

Throwing on the first pair of joggers she could find, Steph pulled a hoodie over her head and grabbed her keys. She had no plan other than to get to you as quickly as possible. Her bare feet slipped into trainers as she raced out the door, fumbling with the zip on her hoodie as she practically sprinted to her car.

Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as she drove through the quiet streets of London, the early morning light casting long shadows over the empty roads. Steph’s mind raced. What if you’d already seen the photo? She knew you—knew how much you loved Cata and how much you trusted her. This would break you. And Steph hated the idea of you going through it alone.

When she pulled up to your flat, she didn’t even bother parking properly, leaving the car half on the curb. She jogged up the stairs, her trainers pounding against the concrete, her breath quick with urgency. When she reached your door, she knocked hard, not caring if she woke the neighbours.

“It’s me,” she called, her voice steady but urgent. “Open up.”

There was a long pause, and Steph felt her chest tighten. Were you ignoring her? Or worse, had something happened? She was about to knock again when she heard the faint click of the lock.

The door creaked open, and the sight of you stopped Steph in her tracks. Your eyes were swollen and red, your cheeks streaked with dried tears. You were wearing one of your old pyjama sets, the fabric rumpled and the neckline stretched from you tugging it up to wipe away your tears. You looked…so sad, like you might fall apart at any moment.

“You’ve seen it,” Steph said softly. It wasn’t a question—it was written all over your face.

You nodded, your voice barely a whisper. “I woke up to it. Everyone’s sending it to me.”

Steph stepped inside, kicking the door shut behind her. “I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. She reached for you, her hands resting gently on your shoulders, but you crumbled into her arms before she could say anything else.

Your sobs were muffled against her hoodie as you clung to her, your fingers bunching the fabric of her hoodie at her back. “Why did she do this?” you choked out. “I thought—I thought we were happy.”

Steph held you tightly, her chin resting on top of your head as she grazed her hand up and down your back. “I don’t know, love,” she murmured. “But this isn’t on you, okay? None of this is your fault.”

You shook your head against her, tears soaking into the soft fabric of her jumper. “I must have done something wrong. Why else would she—”

“No,” Steph interrupted firmly, pulling back just enough to look at you. Her hands cupped your cheeks, her thumbs wiping away the tears as they fell. “Don’t do that. Don’t blame yourself for her choices. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

You sniffled, your eyes searching hers. For what? She didn’t quite know. “Then why, Steph? Why would she do this to me?”

Steph’s jaw tightened, the anger she’d been holding back threatening to spill over. “Because she’s an idiot,” she said bluntly. “And because she doesn’t deserve you.”

You let out a shaky breath, leaning into her touch. “I just don’t understand. She told me she loved me, that I was her everything. And now this?”

Steph’s heart broke at the pain in your voice. She guided you to the sofa, sitting down beside you and pulling you close. “Some people don’t know how to value what they have,” she said softly as she cupped the back of your head. “But that doesn’t mean you’re any less deserving of love, okay? Don’t let her actions make you doubt yourself.”

You nodded, though your shoulders still shook with quiet sobs. Steph stayed silent, her hand rubbing slow circles on your back as she let you cry.

After a while, you pulled back, wiping at your face with the sleeve of your pyjama top. “I don’t even know what to do,” you admitted, your voice hoarse. “Do I call her? Do I ignore her? I just—” You trailed off, shaking your head.

Steph hesitated, not wanting to push you one way or the other. “What do you want to do?” she asked gently.

You looked down at your hands, your fingers fidgeting nervously. “I don’t think I can come back from this,” you said quietly. “Even if she apologised, even if she begged… I’d never be able to trust her again.”

Steph nodded, her hand coming to rest on your knee. “Then maybe that’s your answer,” she said softly. “You don’t owe her forgiveness. You don’t owe her anything.”

You let out a shaky breath, your shoulders slumping in defeat. “I just feel so stupid. I should’ve seen it coming.”

“Hey,” Steph said firmly, tilting your chin up so you were looking at her. “Don’t say that. You trusted her because you loved her. That’s not stupid—that’s human.”

Your lip quivered, fresh tears threatening to spill over. “Why are you so good to me?”

Steph’s expression softened, her hand brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Because you’re my best friend,” she said simply. “And I care about you.”

You managed a weak smile, the corners of your mouth trembling. “Thank you.”

Steph nodded, wrapping her arm around your shoulders and pulling you back to her chest. You curled up against her side, sniffling softly as she guided your legs over her lap. She ran her hand up and down your shins as her cheek came to rest on top of your head, and you wrapped your arms around her waist, one behind her, and the other in front so your hands were clutching the material of her jumper just above her hip.

Your eyes flicker closed as she tenderly kissed the top of your head.

Steph stayed with you all day, refusing to leave your side. She made you tea, even though you barely touched it. She threw on your favourite shows, the ones that usually made you laugh, though today they barely managed to coax a smile from you. She didn’t push you to talk, instead letting you come to her when you were ready.

By the time the sun had set, you were curled up on the sofa with a blanket draped over your shoulders, your head resting on Steph’s shoulder.

“You don’t have to stay, you know,” you said quietly, though there was a note of hopefulness in your voice.

Steph smiled, pulling the blanket tighter around you. “I’m not going anywhere,” she replied. “Not tonight, not tomorrow, not until you tell me to leave.”

Her words brought fresh tears to your eyes, but this time they weren’t tears of sadness. You leaned into her, your head resting against her chest as her arms wrapped around you.

“I’m so lucky to have you,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

Steph pressed a kiss to the top of your head, her voice soft and steady. “You’re not lucky. You’re loved. There’s a difference.”

As you drifted off to sleep in her arms, Steph stayed awake, her thoughts racing. She hated seeing you like this, so broken and vulnerable. But at the same time, she couldn’t deny the warmth that spread through her at the thought of being the one you turned to.

She pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on the rise and fall of your chest as you slept. You needed her right now, and she’d be damned if she let you down.

*

Steph had practically moved in with you over the next few weeks. It wasn’t official -she still had her own flat- but the number of her hoodies draped over your sofa and trainers left by your front door told a different story. She was always there, ready with a cup of tea when you needed it or a ridiculous story to make you laugh when the sadness crept in. If she noticed the way you clung to her touch just a little too long or the way her presence seemed to calm you more than anyone else’s could, she didn’t say anything. She was just there, solid and steady, and you needed that more than anything.

It had been nearly a month since the photo of Cata had surfaced. You hadn’t spoken to her since the breakup; Steph had taken the liberty of blocking her number on your phone when she saw her name pop up more than once in the first week. You didn’t argue. You were tired of the constant ache in your chest every time her name came up.

Steph had been your rock through it all, and as the days passed, you began to notice things about her that you hadn’t before. Like the way her laugh seemed to light up the room, or how her eyes softened every time she looked at you. She was always thoughtful, always putting you first in ways that made your chest tighten. And, somehow, she made you feel safe-safer than you’d ever felt with anyone else.

One Saturday morning, you were both lounging on the sofa, a random film playing in the background. Steph had made breakfast, her pancakes slightly over cooked but still delicious. You were tucked against her side, her arm draped casually over your shoulders. It was nothing out of the ordinary; Steph had been touchy since the moment you’d met. But this time, you couldn’t ignore the way your skin tingled where her fingers brushed against your arm.

“You’re quiet today,” Steph said, her voice cutting through your thoughts. She tilted her head down to look at you, her brow furrowed in concern.

“Just thinking,” you said softly, not meeting her eyes. Your stomach twisted with something unfamiliar. “About how lucky I am to have you.”

Steph gave you a small smile, her cheeks tinged with pink. “You’ve said that a lot lately.”

“Well, it’s true,” you murmured. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Steph didn’t respond right away. Her fingers moved absentmindedly, tracing patterns on your shoulder. “You’d be fine,” she said after a moment, her voice quiet. “You’re stronger than you think.”

You shifted to look at her, your head tilting slightly. “I don’t feel strong. I feel…lost.”

Steph’s hand stilled, her gaze meeting yours. “You’re not lost,” she said firmly. “You’re just finding your way again. And I’ll be here for as long as it takes.”

Her words made your chest tighten, and you couldn’t help the way your eyes lingered on her face. She was so kind, so steady, and so… beautiful. You felt a flicker of something you couldn’t quite name, something that made your stomach flutter in a way that had nothing to do with nerves.

“Steph,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah?”

You hesitated, the words caught in your throat. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you repeated, your voice trembling slightly.

Steph’s brows knitted together, her hand moving to cup your cheek. “Hey, don’t get all teary on me again,” she said with a small, teasing smile. “You’re going to make me cry too, and I’m not a pretty crier.”

You laughed, the sound breaking through the tension. “Liar. You’re pretty no matter what.”

Steph froze, her eyes widening slightly. You realised what you’d said a second too late, and your cheeks flushed with heat.

“I mean-” you started, but Steph cut you off with a soft laugh.

“Thanks, love,” she said, her tone light, though there was something in her eyes that made your stomach flip.

You both fell silent, the air between you shifting. You were hyper-aware of how close you were, of the warmth of her hand against your cheek and the way her eyes seemed to search yours for something. Your heart was pounding, your thoughts racing with things you weren’t ready to admit yet.

“I should…uh, clean up,” Steph said suddenly, pulling back and standing up. She avoided your gaze as she gathered the empty plates and headed to the kitchen, leaving you staring after her, your heart still racing.

Over the next few days, the tension between you only grew. Steph seemed more cautious around you, her usual easygoing demeanour replaced with something more guarded. You caught her looking at you when she thought you weren’t paying attention, her eyes soft and full of something you couldn’t quite place. And you…well, you couldn’t stop thinking about her. About the way she made you laugh, the way she held you when you cried, the way she looked at you like you were the most important person in the world.

It all came to a head one evening when you were both sitting on the balcony, the sun setting over the city. You’d brought out a bottle of wine, the two of you sharing it as you talked about everything and nothing. The conversation had drifted to your childhoods, and you were laughing at one of Steph’s stories about her disastrous attempt at baking a birthday cake for her mum.

“You really thought salt and sugar were the same thing?” you teased, your laughter making your cheeks ache.

“I was seven!” Steph protested, though she was laughing too. “How was I supposed to know?”

You shook your head, your laughter dying down as you looked at her. The warm light of the sunset bathed her face, highlighting flush on her cheeks and the soft curve of her smile. She was beautiful, and the realisation hit you like a truck.

“Steph,” you said softly, your voice barely audible over the distant hum of the city.

She looked at you, her smile fading as her brows furrowed. “Yeah?”

You hesitated, your heart pounding. “I…I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you said, echoing the words you’d said so many times before. But this time, there was a weight to them, a meaning that hadn’t been there before.

Steph’s eyes searched yours, her expression unreadable. “You’d be fine,” she said, her voice steady. “But I don’t think I would.”

The words hung in the air between you, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. Your stomach flipped, your chest tightening as the meaning of her words sank in.

“Steph…” you started, but she shook her head, cutting you off.

“I shouldn’t have said that,” she said quickly, her cheeks flushing. “Forget I said anything.”

“No,” you said firmly, reaching out to grab her hand. “Don’t do that. Don’t brush it off.”

Steph looked at you. “I just…I care about you,” she said softly. “A lot. And I know it’s not the right time, and I don’t want to mess things up, but-”

“You’re not messing anything up,” you interrupted, your voice trembling. “Steph, I… I think I care about you too.”

Her eyes searched yours, hope flickering in her expression. “You do?”

You nodded, your heart pounding. “Yeah. I do.”

Steph stared at you for a long moment, her eyes wide and searching, as if she couldn’t quite believe what you’d just said. Her hand was still in yours, her fingers trembling slightly against your palm. Neither of you moved, the tension crackling in the air between you, until she finally spoke, her voice soft and hesitant.

“You mean that?” she asked, her words barely above a whisper.

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I do, Steph. I mean it.”

Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something else, but the words never came. Instead, she shifted closer to you, her free hand moving tentatively to your cheek. Her touch was warm and careful, as though she was afraid you might pull away. You didn’t. You leaned into her touch, your eyes locking with hers, and the unspoken feelings that had been building for weeks, maybe months, hung heavy in the air.

“Tell me to stop if you don’t want this,” Steph murmured, her voice trembling.

You shook your head, your breath catching as your hand moved to rest on her thigh. “I don’t want you to stop,” you whispered.

That was all she needed. Her eyes flickered to your lips for the briefest moment before she closed the distance between you, her lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was impossibly soft and tentative. It was as if she was testing the waters, giving you the chance to pull away if you wanted to. But you didn’t. You leaned into her, your hand sliding up to her neck as you kissed her back, your heart pounding in your chest.

Her lips were warm and slightly chapped, and she tasted faintly of the wine you’d been drinking. The kiss was gentle, almost shy, but there was something electric about it, something that made your entire body hum with warmth. Steph’s hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, her fingers threading through your hair as she deepened the kiss ever so slightly, her confidence growing with every passing second.

When you finally broke apart, your foreheads rested together, your breaths mingling as you tried to steady yourselves. Steph’s eyes fluttered open, and the vulnerability in her gaze made your chest ache in the best way.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” she admitted, her voice barely audible. “I was so scared you wouldn’t feel the same.”

You smiled, your thumb brushing against her jawline as you tilted your head to look at her. “I think I’ve wanted it too. I just didn’t realise it until now.”

Her lips curved into a soft smile, her cheeks flushed as she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I don’t want this to ruin what we have,” she said, her tone laced with both hope and fear. “You’re my best friend, and I don’t want to lose you.”

“You’re not going to lose me,” you promised. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”

Steph exhaled a shaky breath, her thumb grazing your cheek as she smiled at you. “You’re so important to me, you know that?”

“You’re important to me too,” you said softly, leaning in to kiss her again. This time, the kiss was less hesitant, more sure, as if all the walls you’d both been holding up had finally come down. It was sweet and slow, a moment that felt like it had been years in the making.

When you pulled away again, you couldn’t help but laugh softly, the weight that had been pressing on your chest for weeks finally lifting. “So…this is a thing now, isn’t it?”

Steph chuckled, her arms slipping around your waist as she pulled you closer. “Yeah, I think it is. You okay with that?”

“More than okay,” you said with a grin, leaning into her touch. “I think we’re going to be really good at this.”

“Yeah?” Steph asked, her tone teasing as she raised an eyebrow. “You’re not going to get tired of me being around all the time?”

“Never,” you said without hesitation, your voice soft but sure. “You’re my safe place, Steph. I wouldn’t trade this for anything.”

Her smile widened, and she pressed a kiss to your forehead, her lips lingering for a moment before she pulled back. “Well, for the record, you’re my safe place too. Always have been.”

The two of you sat there for a while, wrapped up in each other, and for the first time in weeks, you felt like everything was exactly as it was meant to be.

**

Anon, I hope I did this justice. Also, I adore Cata, so no hate toward her. I just needed a bad guy 😬

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[lvnleah]

Hola can i pls request

Steph and r are friends with benefits (i know you dont write smut. Im not asking for you to write that :) ), and they fall for each other (feelings have ways been there, just buried deep). Steph starts to distance herself from r, and r decides to respect Steph's wishes and backs off she stays to herself a bit more and puts her entire focus on football, Beth talks to steph into telling r. (Maybe a Matilda/Barca player.)

no strings | steph catley.

Waking up in Steph’s bed had become your new normal. It had become your favourite thing, waking up with your legs tangled together in either your or her bed.

The situation between you and Steph was never exactly meant to happen. 

It was a complicated one that you didn’t know what to call, you weren’t exactly dating but you weren’t nothing or just friends. 

It had come out of the blue, you’d joined Arsenal in September and Steph had recently broken up with her fiancé. You had become close quickly, spending every second you could with each other. 

You were new to the area so Steph took it upon herself to show you around, give you a tour of St Albans and help you get to know the place. You appreciated it a lot, it made you feel less lonely and a lot less scared. 

One evening as you and Steph sat on the sofa and got a little tipsy, things went a bit further than just friends. It wasn’t planned but after a few glasses of wine, with laughter hanging in the air and your bodies pressed close on the sofa, the inevitable happened.

It started as just a look. 

Then Steph leaned in, and before you knew it, her lips were on yours. It was slow at first, hesitant, but once you both realized neither of you wanted to pull away, it deepened. Her hands found your waist, yours tangled in her hair, and suddenly, it didn’t matter that this wasn’t supposed to happen.

She pulled you into her bedroom, kissed you until you were breathless, and in the morning, you woke up naked tangled in the sheets together. You both just… continued like nothing had changed. 

You’d found yourself in the same situation many times since then and once again, you’d found yourself in that situation of waking up in Steph’s bed. 

The morning started as it always did. 

Your body curled into Steph’s, her arms wrapped loosely around your waist, her breath warm against your shoulder. It was familiar like this was exactly where you were meant to be. You shifted slightly, pressing a soft kiss to her collarbone before nuzzling back into her warmth.

“Good Morning,” Steph mumbled, voice rough with sleep.

“Morning,” you whispered back, smiling when she kissed your forehead.

Steph’s grip on your waist tightened slightly as she buried her face in the crook of your neck, pressing a few lazy kisses to your skin.

“Five more minutes,” she mumbled, her voice still thick with sleep.

You let out a soft laugh, fingers tracing absent patterns on her back. “That’s what you said yesterday.”

“And the day before that,” she admitted, shifting so she could properly look at you. “But I like waking up with you.”

Your stomach flipped, but you kept your voice light. “So you like me, then?”

Steph rolled her eyes, but the way her cheeks flushed gave her away. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

You grinned, leaning up to kiss her softly. She sighed into it, her hand slipping under the hem of your shirt. Well, her shirt that you’d stolen to sleep in before her alarm blared, shattering the moment.

Steph groaned, flopping onto her back. “I hate football.”

You laughed, rolling out of bed. “Liar.”

Steph watched you as you stretched, her eyes lingering a little too long. “You know, we could just… call in sick. Stay in bed all day.”

You shot her an unimpressed look. “Catley, you were literally lecturing me about commitment to training last week.”

She huffed. “Okay, fine. But you’re driving.”

“Deal.”

By the time you got ready and pulled into the training ground, the car park was already full. You and Steph climbed out, grabbing your bags from the back before making your way toward the building.

The moment you stepped inside, you knew you were in for it.

Leah spotted you both first, and a slow smirk spread across her face. “Look who decided to show up together. Again.”

You rolled your eyes, but before you could respond, Beth chimed in, eyes flicking between you and Steph. “Do you two ever sleep apart?”

Steph tried to act unbothered. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Beth snorted. “Oh, please. You might as well move in together at this point.”

Before you could say anything else, a coach's voice echoed through the corridor. “If you’re done gossiping, we do have training to get to.”

You glanced at Steph, biting back a smile.

But then, things started to change.

Steph started to become distant. 

At first, it was little things. She stopped reaching for your hand when you walked into training together. She’d kiss your cheek in the morning but wouldn’t linger like she used to. Then she started making excuses like she was too tired to meet up, too busy to grab dinner or she had plans with someone else. 

You got the message.

She didn’t want you around so you backed off.

You threw yourself into football, training harder than ever, pushing yourself to the limit. If Steph didn’t want this, whatever it was, then fine. You wouldn’t beg for her attention. Instead, you let the frustration, and the confusion, fuel you.

You could feel the way your teammates watched you. They knew something was off, but no one said anything. Except Beth.

“You’re gonna burn yourself out,” she warned one day after training, her voice laced with concern. “You need to slow down.”

“I’m fine,” you said, forcing a smile. “Just tryna get into my best okay?”

Beth didn’t look convinced.

Meanwhile, Steph was struggling without you too.

She missed you. She hated how distant things had become, how she’d pushed you away without really explaining why. She hadn’t meant to hurt you, she just needed to figure things out.

So, she confided in Beth one evening. 

“She was the first girl I’ve ever been with,” Steph admitted, running a hand through her hair. “I just…I don’t know. I freaked out, I guess.”

Beth sighed, rubbing Myle’s stomach as they lounged on the sofa. “And instead of talking to her, you just started acting like she didn’t exist?”

Steph winced. “I know. I messed up, it sounds terrible.”

“You need to talk to her, Steph.” Beth said, “Admit your mistakes and try to make things right with her. Y/N’s a nice girl, she’ll understand. You were happy with her. 

Before Steph could say anything else, her phone rang. “It’s Y/N?” She said confusedly. 

Steph didn’t wait much longer to pick up the phone. 

“Hello, is this Stephanie Catley? Miss Y/N Ellis’ emergency contact?” A strange voice on the other end said. 

Steph’s phone nearly slipped from her grip. “Yes, this is her. How can I help?” she breathed, heart hammering.

The voice on the other end was calm but firm. “Miss Ellis was involved in a car accident. She’s stable, but we need someone here.”

“O-okay, I’ll get there as soon as I can. T-thank you.” Steph stuttered as she shot up from her feet. 

Beth was already on her feet, keys in hand. “What happened?” she asked urgently, seeing the panic on Steph’s face.

“She—she was in a crash,” Steph managed, shoving her shoes on. “She’s at the hospital.”

Beth didn’t need to hear more. “Let’s go.”

The drive to the hospital was a blur. Steph’s hands were trembling as she sat in the passenger seat, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios. The last time she’d spoken to you, you’d barely looked at her. She’d done that to you, pushed you away, made you think she didn’t care.

And now, what if—

No. She couldn’t think like that.

When they arrived, Steph practically sprinted to the reception desk. “Y/N Ellis,” she said breathlessly. “She was in an accident—I need to see her.”

The nurse glanced up. “Are you family?”

“Well no, not exactly but—” Steph said before being cut off. 

The nurse at the front desk shook her head. “I’m sorry, but only family is allowed—”

“I��m her girlfriend.” The words were out before Steph even realized what she was saying.

Beth’s eyes widened slightly, but she said nothing, simply squeezing Steph’s arm as the nurse nodded and led her to your room.

Steph hesitated in the doorway, heart pounding.

You were awake.

A little banged up, your leg in a cast, but awake.

And looking right at her.

“Girlfriend, huh?” you said, raising an eyebrow. “Thought you hated me.”

“You heard that?”

“Steph, the reception is literally right out there. I heard it all.” You said dryly. 

Steph let out a nervous laugh, running a hand through her hair. “Well… I panicked.”

Steph let out a breathless laugh, stepping further into the room. “Yeah… kinda blurted it out.”

You gave her a tired smile, shifting slightly in the bed. “So, what’s the verdict then? Do you hate me or not?”

Steph’s chest ached at the teasing in your tone, at how much hurt was buried underneath it. She sat down beside the bed, “I don’t hate you. I never did. I just—I panicked.”

You stared at her, waiting.

She sighed, “You were the first girl I’ve ever been with. And I know that’s not an excuse for the way I treated you, but I just… freaked out. It was new and terrifying, and instead of talking to you, I shut down.”

You swallowed hard, looking away. “Yeah, I got that part.”

Steph winced. “I’m sorry. I was an idiot. I pushed you away because I was scared, and I hate myself for it.”

Silence stretched between you. Steph’s stomach twisted. She had no idea if you’d forgive her if she even deserved it.

But then, you sighed, turning back to her. “You really hurt me, Steph.”

“I know,” she said quietly.

“I didn’t know what I was to you,” you continued, your voice softer now. “One second, we were waking up together, tangled up like we had all the time in the world, and then the next, you wouldn’t even look at me.”

Steph reached for your hand, hesitating before gently intertwining your fingers. “I’m so sorry,” she murmured. “And I know it’s gonna take more than just words to fix this, but… I miss you. I miss waking up with you. I miss your terrible jokes. I miss everything.”

You stared down at your joined hands, running your thumb over her knuckles. “You really panicked that much?”

Steph let out a breathy chuckle. “You have no idea.”

You exhaled slowly, giving her fingers a squeeze. “I’m still mad at you.”

Steph nodded. “That’s fair.”

“But I still want you here.”

Steph’s heart swelled. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“What are we?”

Steph took a deep breath, “I want to be with you,” she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “Properly. Not just… whatever we were doing before. I want this. You.”

Your heart thudded painfully in your chest, your mind screaming at you to be careful, but the way Steph was looking at you, so raw, so full of regret and hope, made it impossible to hold onto your anger completely.

“You don’t get to push me away again,” you warned, your voice softer than you intended. “If this is real, Steph, then it has to be real. No running. No, pretending it didn’t happen.”

Steph nodded quickly. “No running,” she promised. “I swear.”

You studied her for a moment, searching for any sign of doubt, any hesitation. But all you saw was sincerity.

Your lips twitched into the smallest smile. “Okay.”

Steph’s eyes widened slightly. “Okay?”

You sighed, squeezing her hand. “I’m not saying I forgive you completely. But if you really want this, then… okay. Let’s try.”

“You won’t regret it,” she said, voice filled with certainty.

You rolled your eyes, but there was no real annoyance behind it. “You’ve already made me regret plenty, Catley.”

Steph winced, but there was something playful in your tone now, something lighter. She grinned. “Yeah, yeah, fair enough.”

You sighed, shifting slightly in bed. “So… are you gonna kiss me, or are you just gonna sit there looking all guilty?”

Steph didn’t need to be told twice. She leaned in carefully, her lips brushing against yours in the softest, most deliberate way, like she was making sure you knew this time was different.

That this time, she wasn’t going anywhere.

And for the first time in weeks, you let yourself believe her.

[russo-woso]

Steph Cayley blurb , maybe her and reader coming back to pre season training with the team but just back from their honeymoon and the team tease them

Teasing || Steph Catley x reader

Summary the team tease you and Steph after getting back from your honeymoon

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“Ooo, here comes the lovebirds.” Katie whistled, you and Steph walking into the changing rooms for training.

“Katie…” you whined, setting your bag down in front of your cubby, Steph kissing your cheek as she separated to go to her cubby.

“Aw, look at the two of you, so loved up. Was it like that the whole honeymoon? I bet you couldn’t keep your lips off each other, huh?” Beth added, you and Steph just blushing at the comment.

“Y/N, ready for your one on one session?” Your physio asked, walking into the room to make sure you were ready.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute.” You replied, a smile appearing on your face at the thought of playing on the field again after two weeks of not playing.

“Why you not training with us, Y/N? Your legs too achy from the honeymoon?” Katie teased, winking at you and Steph.

You looked over at Steph, whose face was just as red as yours. The two of you shared a look, both knowing the actual reason why you weren’t participating in group training.

Steph walked over to you, leaning in to whisper something.

“Shall we tell them?”

“I think it’s a good time to.” You said, Steph wrapping her arm round your waist.

“The reason Y/N is going separate training is because…” Steph began, leaving you to finish the sentence.

“I’m pregnant.” You announced, the team cheering and congratulating the two of you.

“We decided a few weeks before the wedding that we wanted to start a family and with the wedding, we thought it was perfect timing.” Steph explained, smiling at you.

“I bet your legs are still achy though, aren’t they?”

“Just a bit.” You said, your cheeks even redder.

Steph winked at you, flashbacks of the nights tangled up in bed clearly in her mind too.

“You dirty people!”

[rainnyydaysworld]

More incorrect quotes! :D

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Reader: How has life been treating you lately?

Cass: Horribly.

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Reader: I honestly feel like some of our conversations here are almost word-for-word accurate to the generator.

Steph: Yup.

Bruce: Maybe the generator is watching us.

Reader: Wouldn't that imply this conversation will be added?

Reader: ...

Reader: Wait—

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Jason: There are no friends when playing board games. I am here to win.

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Reader: Oh, so you two are getting along very... cordial now?

Cass: Cordial? Nah, we're friends.

Reader: Friends?

Cass: Yeah. After you stopped us fighting, we got to talking. Seems like we have some common interests.

Steph: We both love butterflies.

Reader: Aww–

Steph: And beating people up.

Reader: Oh, okay.

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Reader: Remember what I told you.

Cass: Don’t be a cunt.

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Damian: I'm very scary.

Reader: You're about as scary as a wet kitten.

Damian: Wet kittens are cute, at least I've got that going for me.

Reader: And small.

Damian:

Damian: ...Yeah, yeah. I guess.

[afterglowsainz]

true story | charles leclerc

pairing: ex!reader x charles leclerc

summary: you and your ex boyfriend are trying to see each other on the low, until a restaurant instagram account exposes your relationship

fc: steph bohrer

a/n: based on this tiktok cause it was hilarious (if you know spanish please go watch it it’s so funny😭)

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