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awfcspencer · 4 months

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Teacher’s Pet || jessie fleming x reader

jessie fleming x ucla!reader

prompt: You and Jessie have a class together at UCLA.

warnings: none! fluff

UCLA had always been your dream school. Located in the sunshine state, surrounded by beaches and warm weather, it was a highly sought after university. You had worked your tail off in school to make sure you received the best marks and made sure to volunteer often and join extracurriculars to strengthen your application to the prestigious school. It took weeks to finally hear back from UCLA, but your dream had come true and you had gotten in.

Arriving on campus was a surreal feeling. You had dreamed of being here for years and now you were finally here. UCLA was a massive campus, there were parents and students everywhere moving into the dorms. You had the help of your parents to help you move in so they took the bulk of the load, leaving you to get the rest. You were keen on taking one trip, knowing that the longer this takes, the busier the campus will get. So you pack the last few items high, barely being able to see the sidewalk ahead of you. It was all going according to plan until you unknowingly ran right into someone.

“Hey! Are you okay?” you hear from a soft voice as you are now sprawled out on the sidewalk, the items that were previously in your hands now thrown in different directions. You turn around and are met with piercing brown eyes and a hand reaching out to assist you up. Her hands are soft and she has freckles all over her perfect looking skin.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry. I totally did not see you there.” you immediately say out, feeling bad that you practically body checked the poor gorgeous girl. You begin to try to collect your stuff before this interaction gets any more awkward for you, cheeks blazing red.

“I don’t think you could see anything over that pile of stuff you had.” She joked out, her laugh was sweet, not to loud and not to quiet, you could listen to her laugh on repeat. “But seriously I am all good, no harm.” the girl in front of you said. She proceeded to bend down and help you grab the remaining pieces of stuff, briefly making hand contact as you both reach for the picture frame that was left, quickly you both realize and move your hands. Her cheeks now matched yours and she quickly put her hands behind her neck. You knew she had gotten nervous, but she looked so cute nervous, a shy girl.

“Well I need to get back to my parents.” you say, knowing they are probably wondering where you were. “Sorry again for running into you!” you yell out as you make your way to your dorm room. As you are walking back, you swore to yourself as you should have asked for her name, or maybe even her number. You turn back around and all you can see as she leaves is the UCLA Women’s Soccer backpack.

The rest of the day went swimmingly and the next few days were spelled out with random freshman orientations and meetings. Monday was your first day of classes and you couldn’t be more thrilled. You particularly enjoyed school, always being naturally gifted at it. Monday arrived and you made your way to chemistry. You had been one of the first to arrive so you picked a seat near the front of the class and got out your computer and notepad to get ready for class.

The class began to fill up rather quickly as the time drew nearer to 10 a.m. You weren’t paying attention until a backpack had been dropped on the floor at the desk next to yours, immediately noticing the women’s soccer badge. Maybe now was your chance to ask whoever it was if they knew the sweet girl you had ran into in the earlier days. Looking up to see who had sat next to you, you are met again with those same brown eyes that played on repeat in your head since you had first seen them.

“Hey nice to run into you again.” you blurted out, nerves taking over and you had no control over the words that left your lips. “I mean, nice to see you again, definitely not run into you again.” quickly saying as you try to regain your composure. There was something about the brown-haired girl in front of you that made you nervous.

“It really is all good.” she replied as she sent you a toothy smile. “My names Jessie by the way and to be fair, you could run into me every day.” Her comment only made you blush harder, unable to properly respond to her sentence as your brain was filled with fuzzy thoughts, but it was if you were saved by someone above because the teacher began talking about the syllabus and her rules.

The next few weeks of classes, you and Jessie had gotten closer, talking before and after class. You had found out that Jessie was from Canada and absolutely had a passion for soccer. You loved seeing her light up whenever she got the chance to talk about the sport. But you were also able to learn more about the girl on the inside, she was typically very shy and reserved but once she was out of her shell, she was way more open, and incredibly funny. You and Jessie also began having little study sessions together because with Jessie’s busy student athlete schedule, she had to miss class sometimes and you would help fill her in on what she missed.

Tonight was a really important match for UCLA as they took on Stanford, another powerhouse PAC-12 team and an in-state rival. Jessie had begged you for days to come to one of her games and you had finally caved, secretly liking when she begged. You sported the 21 numbered jersey as you watched Jessie do her thing on the field. It was like watching poetry in motion when Jessie had the ball, putting the icing on the cake when she scored a hammer of a goal in the 82nd minute. You cheered loud and proud throughout the whole game. When she scored, she looked up into the bleachers and sent you a wink.

Finding her after, you congratulated her on the crucial win as you heard all week how this game was a must win for the team.

“You did so good J! I am very impressed. If only you were that good at chemistry.” you sarcastically joked with her as you gave her a big hug. Even post 90 minutes, she looked stunning.

“That hurts” she replies as she clutches her heart, pretending to be offended.

“Oh whatever.” you say back to her, gently shoving her shoulder.

“Are you coming back to my dorm? So we can study for the midterm exam coming up?” she questioned you, sending you the biggest puppy dog eyes she could muster up. You couldn’t possibly say no to her.

“Yeah of course I can, but only because you always have the best snacks in your dorm” you tell her.

Back in the dorm Jessie had hopped in the shower quickly as you reviewed some of your notes and the study guide the teacher had given you. Your thoughts lingered and you began to think how you were undeniably falling for the girl. She was sweet and kind, she wouldn’t even hurt a butterfly. Your personalities mixed perfectly and she was incredibly easy to talk to, you could spend hours talking to her about anything. But you did not want to ruin the friendship you had with her, it was to important to you. What if the feelings were not mutual? You couldn’t possibly bare the embarrassment.

Jessie snaps you out of your thoughts as she called your name.

“Hey! You all good? You looked very deep in thought.” she spoke as she had finished her shower and replaced her previous outfit with a pair of sweats and a UCLA jumper. She smelled like vanilla and coconut and her curly hair fell perfectly off her shoulders.

“Yeah all good, don’t worry about it.” you brushed it off, hoping she wouldn’t push you on it. Now refocusing on the computer in front of you.

“No if it’s affecting you, we can talk about it. I want to be there for you.” she quickly responded back, moving onto the bed to sit next to you as she placed a finger under your chin and pushed up so your eyes would meet. Before you knew what you were doing, you placed your lips on hers and she returned the action. Shockwaves were sent through your body as your lips met, moving rhythmically. Her lips were soft and plump. You two eventually pull apart, both needing to catch your breath.

“Wow” is all you can shakily say. You look up at Jessie and send her a big grin. “I’ve been thinking of doing that since I met you the first day on campus.” you admitted.

She simply just replies back by meeting your lips again. Saying, “Me too” in between breaths.

After a few minutes, you now remember why you were even in Jessie’s dorm to begin with.

“J we need to study for our midterm” you explain out to her as you move to fix yourself and find your notes that were sprayed on the floor, pushed out of the way earlier. Jessie simply stayed still, pouting like a child because you stopped kissing her.

“I don’t want to study now.” she said out, crossing her arms, resulting in a laugh from you.

“We can make it a little game, you get a question right and I will give you a kiss.” you said, trying to persuade the pouting girl.

“Fine.” she stated out in a sarcastic annoyed voice, “Didn’t realize my girlfriend was a teacher’s pet” she joked out.

“Girlfriend?” you questioned out, “Fleming you haven’t even asked me yet” looking towards her, eyes meeting.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” she begged out, putting out her lip.

“Only if you get a B or better on this exam” you reply back, knowing exactly how to rile her up.

“Hand me the study guide” is all she said, immediately pulling out her textbook and computer. All you could do was laugh at the girl.

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pitchsidestories · 8 months

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The Princess Diaries II Zećira Mušović x Reader

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The Swedish Princess got enganged. Scroll further to find the whole transcript of their adorable engagement video with the swedish national team goalkeeper

Interviewer: So how did you two first met? gives them both a curious look

Zecira: To be honest I did not recognize who she was back when. grins sheepishly

Princess!Reader: That's true, for me personally I found that very refreshing smirks

Zecira: She says that now but I don’t think she did back then throws a teasing smile at her

Interviewer: What happened ?

Zecira: It all happened during a football game looks into the eyes of her fiancée

Princess!Reader: Yes, it was a sweden game of course slowly nods while she can't look away

Zecira: I think we even won that game smiles

Princess!Reader: Yeah you did so naturally I went to the after party to congratulate the whole team and you might have heard about it but swedish female football team partys are legendary chuckles

Zecira: You make it sound like it was a big deal laughs

Princess!Reader: Well it kinda was, you girls were securing the third place in the world cup her tone getting more serious

Zecira: Maybe it was kind of a big deal

Princess!Reader: See?

Zecira: So anyways, she was standing there and I didn’t know who she was speaks animatedly with her hands

Princess!Reader: Yes, which was nice and akward at the same time but my instinct was just go with it shrugs

Zecira: I might have had a few drinks already so I just went for it

Interviewer: You flirted with the princess ? shakes his head in surprise

Zecira: Yeah. But I didn’t know it at the time

Princess!Reader: True

Zecira: I only found out hours after that

Princess!Reader: Magda and Frido had to spoil it and tell her about my identity rolls her eyes

Zecira: Didn’t stop me from texting her though smiles confidently

Princess!Reader: Of course not because Z loves a good challenge winks at her fiancée before turning her face back to the camera

Zecira: I do grins bright

Princess!Reader: And what a challenge it was for our both families to accept this entwines her fingers with Zeciras while speaking about it

Interviewer: Tell us more about it.

Zecira: Well, my parents were panicking quite a bit shrugs it off

Princess!Reader: They did until I met them for the first time, remember that love?

Zecira: That’s what you say, they still panic before you come visit them jokes

Princess!Reader: Same, to be honest

Zecira: No, you don’t. Wait, you do? gives her an astonished look

Princess!Reader: Yes, I always feel like I might not be good enough for you in their eyes.. bites her lip

Zecira: Even though you’re a princess?

Princess!Reader: That does not mean I'm the perfect daughter in law, love..

Zecira: It doesnt? winks at her

Princess!Reader: Oh you disagree, huh? looks at her in amusement

Zecira: I do nods

Princess!Reader: Maybe your parents will change their minds too someday in a hopeful tone

Zecira: What am I supposed to say about that, huh? hides her face behind her long hands for a moment

Princess!Reader: next question, please ? turns her head to the interviewer

Zecira: See, she never wants to talk about that huffs

Interviewer: I can tell. But what the swedes want to know how was the propasal and who asked the big question?

Princess!Reader: I did. Really.

Zecira: She did sighs

Princess!Reader: Much to Z's dismay, she even shed a few tears gives her fiancée a teasing smile

Zecira: I had an allergy! laughs

Princess!Reader: In our flat in London ?

Zecira: Yes !

Princess!Reader: So you're allergic to romantic moments ? sounds skeptical

Zecira: Maybe.

Princess!Reader: Maybe?

Zecira: Yeah, my nose is running and my eyes are watering when there’s an emotional moment. Must be an allergy throws her hands up in defence

Princess!Reader: No, that's called feelings chuckles

Zecira: It is? irony dripping from her voice

Princess!Reader: Yeah

Zecira: Oh

Princess!Reader: So yes, we can't wait to get married as you can see grins

Interviewer: I can tell. Any plans for the future?

Princess!Reader: Actually, we do, which one do you think we can tell them, Z ?

Interviewer: you have several plans? interjects

Zecira: Of course but we also know that some things can't be planned..

Interviewer: For example?

Zecira: Children getting serious

Interviewer: That’s… a big plan laughs surprised about Zecira's openess

Princess!Reader: It's but we..

Interviewer: Yes ?

Princess!Reader: Nevermind blushes

Zecira: Let’s just say that our future plans are not that far into the future offers a mischievous smile to the camera

Princess!Reader: Exactly, that might be a good end for our interview, right?

Interviewer: Usually I should end the interview but sure. I think we got enough gives them a satisfied look

Princess!Reader: thanks shakes the hand of the interviewer

"Let’s leave, love.", with a huge smile on Zecira's face she took your hand in hers to get out of the studio where the engagement interview took place.

Hopeful you looked up to the taller woman: "Right, someone has a game to play and I hope Frido secured a good place for me."

"I’m sure, she did.", the goalkeeper reassured you.

With a glance at your phone you answered with a nod: Ah yes, she texted me earlier and is already waiting."

"See you after the game.", your fiancée hugged you fiercly.

Cheerful you wished her good luck.

In a flirty tone Zecira replied:" I don’t need that. I got you here."

Suddenly Fridolina who was still healing from her knee injury appeared at your side:" Don't worry, I'll take care of your princess for you."

"I hope you will.", Zecira said.

Quickly the injured blonde football player responded:"Promise."

"You better should. I’ll see if she’s happy after the game.", the goalkeeper warned her teammate jokingly.

After the match, you were in the stands, leaning down towards your fiancée so you could kiss her: "Your saves were amazing, Zecira !"

"Just for you, love.", the taller woman answered, looking overjoyed about the win.

"For you, the team and me."

"Yeah, fine.", Zecira snotted.

Your cheeks were flushing while you admited:"But it sounded very cute from your lips."

Cheekily your fiancée asked:" How does another kiss from these lips sound?"

"That sounds perfect." , you declared before the goalkeeper was drawing you in for an even more passionate kiss.

"Come here then."

To our readers: Do you like this form of storytelling? Should we do it more often ?

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alotofpockets · 23 days

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Just found out Kristie used to celebrate with backflips too. Her and Sam really were just meant to be, weren't they?

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glimmerofawesome · 4 months

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#anybody else think about this like me? lol #nathalie björn #zećira mušović #chelsea women #chelsea fcw #swewnt #chetv gifs

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chelscait · 10 months

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the sniffles. | Guro Reiten

category: fluff with a pinch of angst.

summary: where Guro is sick during the first week of the world cup and you try to look out for her.

word count: 4.6k

a/n: i watched the travel day video and she was sniffling, as in this gif, and my immediate fucking terribly creative not brain just went; sick fic.

Travelling was never not going to be on the list when deciding to become a professional footballer, although it was a period to dread.

You could withstand 1-5 hour journeys, coach, plane or train, but over 24 hours in a small tightly compacted seat was not on your to do list.

It wasn’t on your girlfriend’s either, not exactly keen on sitting in one place for so long, you knew you’ll be having to do some distracting to stop her from fidgeting every 2 seconds.

However, you all knew discomforts come when journeying to great things, it’s never known to be a breeze, as well as the mishaps that happen a long the way.

The first one being; not able to wake your grumpy girlfriend up.

“Guro. I’m not going to tell you again, if you want to miss the world cup, that’s on you. Get up.” You told her for the 12th time this early morning, rushing around the small hotel room as you gathered up all of each others belongings as she laid asleep.

You lifted your head from your suitcase, gaping at her cosied figure in disbelief as she made no movement nor noise.

“I am going to have a full on meltdown...” You murmured to yourself as you chucked a pair of socks so hard into your bag they bounced back out again. “Guro!”

You lunged over the luggage before ripping the duvet from the end of the bed, finally getting a response as she moaned and sat up slightly to reach for it again although your chucked it on the floor before she could.

“Up! We’re going to miss breakfast, or even the flight, if you don’t hurry your ass, up!” You clapped your hand together as you watched her lift her body weight up to sit on the mattress, rubbing her eyes slightly as she pouted.

Your heart couldn’t help but warm at the action, sleepy Guro was always the cutest and her expression made you want to wrap her up into a caccoon, you hated to disturb her.

“Hey, you conscious?”

“Yeah..” She squeaked as she shuffled to sit on the edge of the bed, reaching for your glass of water that was the only one that still held its contents.

“Are you okay?” You asked, concerned as she downed the glass, stopping your actions to keep an eye on her for a second.

“Mhm.. just tired and a bit bunged up but i’m okay.” She sniffled, as she forced a fake smile through her heavy eyelids.

“Go get yourself ready, i’ll do the bags. There’s ibuprofen in there still, take two of them.”

She nodded half heartedly as she made her way through the puzzle you’ve made on the floor, turning the light on before starting her routine.

She kept the door open as she did so, which didn’t stop you from glancing at her every second, unhelpful to the amount you still needed to pack.

After about thirty minutes or so, you had finally gotten the bags on their wheels the right side up whilst Guro sat on the edge of the bed, trying desperately to keep herself upright.

Normally you would have felt annoyed at the lack of help but her distant face made you want to do anything and everything for her out of sympathy.

Your hands on her cheeks made her snap out of her dream, sighing as she leaned in to them before you bent down.

“No. I don’t want you to catch anything.” She twisted her head away from yours whilst trying to keep your touch, her cheeks squished slightly.

“A forehead kiss will not affect me.” You smiled while doing as you said before tucking the little flyaways behind her ears. “Ready?”

You held your hand out for her, pulling her slightly to a stand before guiding her downstairs to meet the others.

Upon entering the food area, you both paved your way towards the coffee machine, standing together with your hand on the small of her back.

“Do you feel alright? Take your jumper off, you look hot.” You eyed her up and down as you took in her posture, eyebrows furrowing at her clear discomfort.

“I always do.” She shrugged with a spiritless smile, glancing at you before returning her gaze back on the coffee filling up her mug.

“I know, very funny.. but seriously.”

“I’m okay, i’m a bit chilly actually.” She reassured as she took her mug in her hand, carrying it back to your table carefully with you trailing behind with yours.

You placed yours on the table but kept stood up, watching as Guro did the same.

“Sit down, i’ll get something, anything you fancy?”

“Maybe just some granola with yogurt.. and fruit maybe.” She looked up from where she perched on the edge of her seat, a sheepish smile forming on her face from your care. “Takk.”

“What’s with Y/N being your personal assistant?” One of your teammates, Emilie, asked from across the table sipping on her water as she stared at Guro questionably.

“She offered.” She sniffled before watching the realisation drown out her friends worry, hinting onto why you both are stuck to the hip at the moment.

She didn’t dare mention what she realised though.

Guro doesn’t like being told what she doesn’t want to be told, being ‘sick’ is one of them.

Every time you mention the possibility she becomes blindsided and grumpy at your accusation, even though what your saying is normally true. She didn’t like to be incapable, she was an independent person and a pinch of a hint of doing everything for her in an act of taking care of her, annoyed her.

You return was detected by Guro when you placed a bowl of all sorts of what she asked for in front of her, more options of breakfast items for her to choose also.

You left her again for a few minutes after placing a kiss to the top of her head, going off to get what you wanted.

The plain state of a variety of food to choose from made it obvious to what you were doing, what she didn’t like; you babying her.

Once you returned she gave you a glare and you reacted to it like a deer caught in head lights, no idea what she was insinuating.

“What?”

“I don’t need all this? I asked for one thing.” She told you, an irritated look on her face as she sat up straight.

“I gave options, i thought you’d like more of the stuff they had out so i put it on the side. If you don’t want it..” You rambled, confused at Guro’s change of tone.

“No. No, sorry.. i’m being silly. Thank you.” Guro softened at your look, yourself panicking slightly whilst figuring out what was wrong with what you did, making her feel a little guilty.

She grabbed hold of your hand under the table, threading her fingers in between yours, three small squeezes followed before she focused on eating.

You saw her nibble at the bits you gave her, whilst you chatted to your teammates around you, Guro only perking up when asked a question, even so not giving an incredible answer.

You leant an elbow on the back of her chair, hand rubbing her shoulder in an act of consolation as you ducked your head towards her gaze, unsure on what to do.

She gave you a reassuring smile before pushing her chair back, getting up and rounding the table with a hand brushing over your own shoulders.

“Is she okay? She’s rather quiet.” Ada commented from next to you, expression just as troubled as yours.

“Yeah. Just tired i guess, todays not a particular day to be excited for.”

“Fair enough.” She shrugged before changing the subject, however your focus was on the fact that Guro was taking a bit too long for your liking, peering at the door every time you stopped talking.

“Excuse me, sorry.” You interrupted, hands surrendered as you caved in to go find Guro, grimacing at your impoliteness.

“It’s okay.”

After 5 minutes of analysing the whole hotel for your where’s wally girlfriend, you found her slumped over yours and hers bag with your wash kit in her hands.

You cleared your throat at her as she didn’t notice your presence, continuing to search through your belongings.

“Hey.”

“You scared me.” She whipped her head up to face you, hand on her heart.

“What are you doing looking through my stuff, missus?” You tried to interrogate, although your smile broke at your girls pout.

“You don’t have any throat lozenges?” She whined, sniffling in the moment also.

“Well.. i didn’t plan on having a cold unlike someone, no i don’t.” You crouched down beside her as you sympathised, pressing a kiss to her cheek as you took your stuff back in your possession. “I could go ask if anyone else has any?”

“No! I’m fine, i can withdo.”

“Kay, we can get some at the airport when we get there, that is if you still want them.” You negotiated whilst zipping your bag back up before standing up straight, reaching both hands out to offer Guro help to her feet.

She nodded as she brushed out her tracksuit before she collapsed into you, moaning as she buried her head in your chest.

You sighed as she clung on to you, arms securely wrapped round her shoulders whilst you nuzzled your lips against the crown of her head, before spotting your teammates making their way to you out of the corner of your eye.

“I think we’re leaving now, you alright to carry your bags?” You unwrapped your arms from around her although she stayed kept, moving her head to face the other side of you to avoid your teams stare.

“Mhm.”

“Come on, elsker fugler, we’re going to the world cup!” You heard the voice of another Guro as she wrapped her arms around you both, squeezing you all into a tight hug.

Once you were all on the coach to the airport, Guro’s spirits were lifted slightly as you all joked around at the back of the bus, laughing at ada’s misfortunes.

However you could tell she was getting irritated whenever she sniffled, the wheeze appearing whenever she laughed and the clearing of her throat made her wince. It was definitely not what she needed whilst travelling to such an important tournament.

The bus all calmed down after a while, hushed conversations between each other as you felt Guro’s weight fall onto you, bit by bit.

She kept making noises with her throat, trying desperately to cover up a cough that was brewing and you leant towards your bag at the sign, retrieving a water bottle you had filled up for her and placing it in her lap.

She sipped at if for a few minutes before planting it on the table in front of her, ultimately to lay her head down in your lap and lay across the seats in between you and ada.

“Comfy, Guro?” Ada joked, patting her leg as she raised an eyebrow at the koala type attitude.

“Ja.”

“You guys are sick, some people are still single here.” Another one of your teammates who was opposite you, exaggerated.

“You can lay down on my lap too if you’d like?” You quipped back, a smirk on your face as you plaited a strand of your girlfriends hair.

Guro was properly asleep by the time your arrived at the airport, you hated to disturb her as she got the opportunity for a slither of peace, and you knew this flight would be horrific.

You gently stroked her cheek as you ducked your head, hair hiding you both from your friends, before you lightly shook her shoulder.

“Kjære..”

“I think sleeping made it worse.” Her eyes watered as she spoke, heavily congested. You cringed at her lack of voice.

“Come on, the quicker we do it the quicker we can relax.” You bargained knowing that the airport process was going to be long and sore.

The check in and security was tough, not only were the queue’s about the length of a car park but you also had a half asleep adult figure leaning against you at every stand still and by the time you were in the duty free area, you were sweating, fanning your passport across your face whereas Guro shivered next to you, passing her your stray hoodie to cover herself up with.

Before your gate was called, you had managed to get some things for the journey, some to help with her cold and some food to snack on. You also had managed to find her only bearable flavour of a throat sweet too.

“Look what i found.” You announced as you returned to her, whom was snuggled up on one of the uncomfortable airport chairs by the gate.

She slowly looked up underneath hooded eyes, finding you with the desired medicated sweet which put a relieved smile on her face.

She held her hand out for the packet, however you began to open it yourself. She furrowed her eyebrows as you did so, seeing you only take one out and placed it in her hand.

“Why can’t i have the whole packet?” She questioned as she laid her hand in her lap, the little packaged sweet still there.

“Because, Guro… I know what you’re like with them, you’ll eat them like they’re normal candy.” You told the truth, in the past you had always left a packet on her bedside table and by the time you went to check on her next, the whole packet was ripped up.

“No.”

“No?” You shook your head in disbelief. “Just eat that one.”

“Fine.”

You boarded the plane with her hand in yours and luckily you were sat next to each other. Letting her have the window seat you allowed her in first, passing her things from inside your bag before lifting it up in the overhead carrier.

During those few seconds, your girlfriend had managed to find the wanted packet again, plopping another one in her mouth as she watched what you were doing.

You slammed shut the cupboard before shuffling in, almost sensing what Guro had done with the look on her face. She gave it away by continuing to suck on it, yourself raising an eyebrow as she gave you a guilty look.

“Gu, what did i say? You’ll make it worse.” You sternly let out, expression coaxed in a serious manner.

“But it helps.”

“Well, don’t moan at me later when you can’t feel your mouth.”

The whole flight was tiring to Dubai, although unable to actually suppress that feeling by trying to get to sleep as Guro did perfectly next to you.

Arriving at the hotel for the night, she insisted that she wanted to stay in your room and sleep rather than go down for dinner and you left her be, confirming that she’ll be okay on her own.

You brought her up some food when you were finished and she nibbled at it, sat crossed legged on the bed as you got ready for the night.

“Guro, you need to eat, you barely touched the plane food.”

“I am eating.” She held up the piece of bread she was picking apart, not making an effort to look at you.

“Please, for me. A little more?” You perched on the end of her bed, pushing the plate a bit closer to encourage her.

“Not hungry.” She squeaked as she pushed it back, crumbs falling into her lap as she focused her attention back on her piece of bread.

“Guro.. if you don’t eat a third of that plate i will tell Hege that you can’t play on thursday.”

“You dont mean that.” Her eyes snapped up to yours, voice small as she froze.

“Want to find out? Eat.”

She managed to do what you asked, even if she ignored you with a pout on her face afterwards you could rest easier knowing that she’s got a partially full stomach.

The flight to New Zealand was better than the previous, you had managed to sleep a few hours of it no matter how many times Guro sneezed and sniffled next to you.

You got off the plane with the dedication of getting to your next destination, wanting to finally be over with the travelling and to relax with your Guro by yourselves for as long as possible.

Hood up and bags under your eyes you paved your way through the airport control, the repetition of the same process made you agitated and the slow rounding of the carousel locked your jaw.

“Guro, i swear.. stop sniffling and go blow your nose.” You spoke through gritted teeth, finger and thumb pinching your nose before rubbing your hand down your face.

“I don’t have any tissues, i can’t.” Her voice was hoarse as she shrugged you off, arms crossed as her eyes turned square by the constant circling of suitcases.

“Go to the bathroom and do it then, it’s annoying me.”

“Sorry that i’m sick, can’t really help it.” She spat.

“Wow you finally admit that?” You mention, scoffing as she rolled her eyes and moved away.

You sighed as you stared at her back, trudging towards where you told her to go, nearly missing one of the suitcases as suddenly everything progressed a bit faster.

She ignored you once again, both of you too stubborn to say anything to each other as you sat on the coach to go to your final hotel, cringing at every sniffle you heard again and again.

She split from you as soon as she got through the doors and you found that you weren’t rooming with her, instead you all had your own rooms which you didn’t know how to feel about.

Guro had finally gave in from the radio silence the morning after, clinging to you the whole off day, not bothering to go and explore auckland straight away and rather cuddled in her room, watching some random movie that was on the one of the Kiwi channels.

She had kept reassuring you that she was feeling better, putting on a brave face whenever there was a training session but you kept an eye on her and you could clearly tell she was lying, although you didn’t mention anything and carried on like normal because you didn’t need another dispute.

When the time came for the opening game against New Zealand, it was obvious that Guro would be apart of the starting line up and, thinking about the team, you weren’t sure whether you should say something about her illness.

She was white as a ghost and you weren’t the only one who noticed, Ada making eye contact with you from across the changing room as she nodded towards the girl next to you.

You shrugged in reply before tugging on your training top before you scanned your eyes over your girlfriends stance once again before realising she was struggling.

“Stop, let me do it.” You tapped the bench next to you as she sat upright, lifting her feet in front of you so you could tie her laces.

“You can’t play, Kjære.” You mumbled as you knotted up her other lace, not bothering to look at her.

“What do you mean?”

“What do you think i mean? Your sick and your not fit enough to play to your usual standards.”

“Bullshit. You can’t make every decision for me. I am my own person, by the way, you don’t know what i’m feeling only i do and i can assure you; i’m fine. Stop telling me what i can and can’t do!” She stood up and shuffled away from you, face fallen with betrayal.

“Guro, i’m saying what’s best for you and the team..” You looked around the room, hoping that you’re not causing a scene. You didn’t need any more added to the pre game nerves.

“I. can. play.” She leant closer to you as she hissed her words out and you stared at her with no emotion, letting out a huff of air as she left you.

During the warm up, you were split from Guro, not bothering to make an effort to even check on her. You knew what you were saying was right which meant you didn’t feel any guilt for trying to stop her being apart of the match, if she wanted to suffer that was on her.

Maren grabbed your arm in the tunnel as you made your way back, twisting towards her, confused.

“She can’t play.”

“I know, Maren, but i can’t do much about it. I’ve already tried.. you could try but she won’t listen to you. She’s adamant she’s fit to start.” You bit your lip as you shrugged, picking at the sleeve of your under layer.

“She’s may cost us the game if she doesn’t perform, it could affect her for the rest of the tournament.” Your captain exasperated, eyes full of concern for how this game is going to go.

“And i don’t know what to do to change her mind, i’m sorry.”

“No, im sorry i know you cant do everything. At least you had a go, we all know how stubborn she is.” She sighed as she focused on how tired you were, bringing you into her arms before guiding you further towards the changing room.

“I only care about her and she doesn’t like that or seem to appreciate it..”

You both came to a stand outside and you sighed once more.

“Hey.. she’ll realise it sooner rather than later, with the amount of times i’ve seen you do things for her these past couple of days, she’s bound to.”

You simply nodded before pushing the door open, catching Guro’s attention before she whipped her head back.

The game was shocking to say and you ran after the ball with your mouth half open as you tried to come to terms how horribly you were all playing, not just Guro.

There was no midfield during the game, at least if felt like it, and your legs were horrifically numb, you could barely feel the ball at your feet.

You still had a few chances, a few chances that were either missed or way off target. The whole team was in shambles against a low level team and it was embarrassing to start a major tournament like so.

Every shot that came off the forwards feet made you hold your breath for as long as it took, groaning when you watched it fly completely out the stadium.

Your weakness grew the whole game and New Zealand took advantage to that at the beginning of the first half, scoring the first goal of the world cup.

From that, it just kept going downhill even if you were higher in possession it didn’t work.

Once the subs came on it felt a bit lighter, the shots finally becoming on target but always saved and booted away.

You witness Guro trying her hardest and your heart still cracked at her disappointment every time she missed, shaking your head at the failed opportunities.

Once the penalty was given for the ferns the faces of all your teammates dropped lower, including the ones on the bench. It couldn’t get worse for this prolific Norway team.

The deep sigh of relief was visible when Ria missed, head down in shame for just conceding the penalty.

It was like the team came to life after that, as much as they could, and were attacking hard. Almost like everyone snapped back to reality to realise this is the world cup, not a friendly.

The ball hit your foot at one point, running down the wing, shoulder to shoulder with a defender and managing to push her aside innocently and make the cross.

Ada, unselfishly, passed it to Guro beside her who comically missed the open sitter before falling to the floor in incredulity.

Your hands flew to your head, audibly expressing your annoyance before you bent down to sort your socks out.

The frustration was seen in all your teammates eyes as the final whistle was blown, your own glazed over.

You saw Guro glance at you culpably, biting the inside of her cheek as she didn’t know whether to approach you once you shook the last Kiwi players hand.

Hege didn’t bother to do a team debrief circle, seeming as most of them were hiding themselves from the embarrassment and fleeing to the tunnel.

You flopped into your locker, head leant back against it as you closed your eyes, keeping the emotion at bay for the meanwhile.

A few of the girls, upon arrival, clapped your shoulder as you changed your position to lean your elbows on your knees, hands covering your face.

Hege came in to do her scolding speech and you didn’t notice your girlfriends absence until after, searching around the room for the brunette.

“Where’s Gu?” You asked Emilie, panicked as she shrugged in reply.

You got up and rushed to the bathroom, checking the toilets and the showers to find that she is most definitely not in the changing room and by herself somewhere in the stadium.

You ignored the looks you got as you rushed from one side of the room to the other, slamming open the door and trailing away from the pitch entrance, seeming as there was still attendance out there.

Rounding the corner you found her on the floor, back against the wall with her knees up to her chest, staring at the wall in front of her.

“Guro! Der er du, jeg var bekymret.” Guro! There you are, i was worried.

“Like you always are.” She whispered, almost to herself rather than directly to you as she pursed her lips.

“I have to be, i’m your girlfriend and jeg elsker deg.”

You shuffled over to her and crouched down beside her, placing a hand on her knee for comfort and also to support your from falling backwards.

“I love you too, i’m sorry. I should have done what you said, i shouldn’t have played.” Her gaze turned to upon you, a single tear falling down her cheek and you quickly wiped it away before sitting down next to her.

“Elskede.. it doesn’t matter whether you played or not, we were all shit. I was wrong for telling you what to do, i don’t mean to come off as controlling.”

“You’re not controlling, as you said; you just wanted what was best, i won’t hold you to that title.” She whispered before sniffling, again, and resting her head on your shoulder.

“I just worry about you, i always will in sickness and in health.” You took her hand in yours and squeezed it with both hands, bringing them up to your lips.

“We’re not married though, so..” She joked, the small huff of a laugh escaping the back of her throat.

“Not yet, in the future though but that rule counted from when we started dating. I’d do anything for you.”

“jeg elsker deg så mye.” I love you so much. Guro pouted a smile as she brought her head up to face you, rather close.

“Can i kiss you, it feels like forever since we last did.” You muttered, your hand crawling from her neck to her cheek as your eyes fluttered to her lips.

“I don’t want you to catch anything.. but please, if you really want to.”

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Secrets • Guro Reiten

You were never the best at keeping secrets, always accidentally spilling something you weren’t meant to or telling someone because the urge was just too much. But this time round you were pretty good at staying quiet.

A secret of 4 months, dating, flirting and a handful of firsts. Your relationship with Guro was kept quiet as you settled in together, wanting to make sure this was the right decision before telling anyone else.

You woke up with the sun creeping through the blind and hitting your eyes.

Groaning, you rolled over and tucked yourself into Guro’s chest, managing to get another half hour of sleep before it was time to wake up for the day.

She kissed you gently, the way you loved to wake up most. “Y/N” She kissed you again. “It’s 7”

You grumbled into her. “Five more minutes” Your arm slipped around her waist to stop her from leaving the bed. “I’m warm in here”

Guro giggled softly, rubbing your sides and watching you as you slept.

The 5 minutes passed and she reminded you that it was now time to wake, otherwise you’d be late to training and it would look suspicious if the both of you were late.

Of course though, typically, that is what had happened on this morning.

You had fallen back asleep whilst she had gotten into the shower, hurrying around once she’d come back into the room.

You scurried behind Guro into the locker room, a few funny looks being thrown around as you look only half put together.

“Your late.” Millie smirks. “Both of you.” She raises an eyebrow.

“Guro gave me a lift but she just woke up late.” You blurted out, not really thinking through what you meant.

You hear her scoff slightly, choosing to ignore her reaction and sit down in your cubby, starting to change for the training session.

“Y/N?”

You look up and smile at Erin.

“You have a little… mark.”

Your eyes go wide and you turn to look in the mirror.

The big purple mark on your chest… all 4 of them.

#woso #woso x reader #woso x imagine #woso fic #woso masterlist #woso one shot #woso imagine #wosoedit #woso soccer #guro reiten #guro reiten x reader #guro reiten x imagine #chelsea wfc #chelsea fc #chelsea women #women’s soccer

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Worst Fears (Sam Kerr x Williamson!Reader)

So in honour of the Conti Cup Final here’s a little something I scribbled down on my bus ride home from LDN yesterday. Hopefully, this pleases the reds and the blues.

As always let me know your thoughts, constructive criticism’s always welcome.

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Lips pressing softly to your forehead is the sensation you wake to. Quickly rolling closer to the open arms of your girlfriend of eight years, clinging to her warmth as the chill of the morning hits you.

“Good morning beautiful,” the gentle whisper brings a smile to your face as she continues to pepper kisses to the crown of your head. You snuggle further into her neck, pressing light kisses to her the skin you find.

“Mornin’,” your voice comes out as more of a mumble as you keep yourself tight to Sam. The pair of you basking in the rare silence which the early hour had cast over your shared home.

Suddenly you’re hit with the realities of the day and groan out.

“I can’t believe it’s already derby day. Again!”

The dismay lacing your tone earns a chuckle from the Aussie who squeezes you tighter. “I thought it was your favourite day of the season baby?” She asks mockingly, pressing a kiss to your lips in silent empathy.

With your wife a professional football player for Chelsea it seems obvious that they would be the team you want to win every championship and every cup. However growing up on the red side of London the Derby days are not a favourite for you, especially when your younger sister plays for Arsenal.

“Ha. Ha.” You deadpan in reply, “your favourite day you mean!” Leaning up to catch her lip between your teeth, applying a little more pressure than necessary.

“Ow!” Is the instantaneous response. You know you’re in for it immediately when a smirk spreads across her face and before you can process the moment you’re on your back, Sam hovering over you. “You’re gonna regret that,” the sultry traces in her voice cause your heart to flutter.

“Oh am I?” You ask pulling your lower lip between your teeth as you admire the scattering of freckles across your loved ones tanned skin and the deep chestnut eyes staring back at you.

“Uh-huh,” is the response hummed into your skin as Sam presses her lips to yours again. Your hand reaches to tangle in the hair at the nape of her neck. The other runs gently along her spine before halting on her lower back and pulling her closer.

Sam continues her kisses pressing them further down your neck, reaching up to pull at the collar of your (her) t-shirt when-

“Mama!” “Mama!”

“Mummy! Wake up!”

The shouts of your children bring the moment to a screeching halt. Matching sighs release from the two of you as Sam drops her forehead to rest on yours.

You squeeze your girlfriend’s ass with a final cheeky smirk and a whisper, “sorry babe.” Navigating yourself from under her, to face your three toddling children.

“Good morning my babies!” You greet with a bright smile, your 7-year-old, Marlee, is the first to reach you. She dives into your arms, clinging tightly to your neck as she bounces excitedly on your lap. “We get to watch Mama and Auntie Lee play today!” Despite attending every Chelsea home game and many of the away fixtures your daughter has a special love for derby days, quite the opposite of you.

“Mama play!” Your youngest, Ari, babbles with a joyful clap of his hands, Sam having lifted him and your younger daughter onto the bed.

“That’s right baby, Mama’s gonna play.” you grin softly, encouraging his speech.

“And we’re gonna be wearing blue, right bug?” Sam asks, cuddling your middle child into her lap.

“Yes!” Luka grins brightly up at her mother, “pride of London!” The 5-year-old announces.

“Boo!” Ari exclaims in unknowing excitement, throwing his hands in the air at the sound of one his favourite colours.

Sam grins brightly, tickling his belly as she directs her gaze towards our eldest, “what about you Mars?” She asks, hope shining in her eyes.

The speed at which Marlee shakes her head has you leaning back to avoid her hair whipping you in the face. “Nuh-uh! You know London’s red Mama!” She announces with certainty.

You watch Sam deflate, despite having known the answer your daughter would give. You reach out and brush your fingers with hers, offering all the subtle comfort you can.

This was another tough part of derby days for you. Sam was still signed to Chicago when Marlee joined your family meaning Amanda, Leah and yourself had spent years encouraging her into supporting Arsenal. By the time Sam signed with Chelsea she was as full Gooner as a she could be at four, Leah being an unrelenting influence in continuing to enforce the love. However, by the time Luka was old enough to comprehend the concept Sam’s move to Chelsea was well-known meaning your youngest girl was raised surrounded by blue. It became the most common cause of arguments between your girls. Ari, at two, is still too young to understand the meaning of either colour and if given the choice would pick the bright green and gold of Australia from the collection of shirts folded in his drawers.

After a few more minutes of family cuddles and the chaos of breakfast with three kids seven and under Sam announces, “Okay, I have to get going.” She blows raspberry kisses on each of the kid's cheeks before sending them off to enjoy their weekend tv allowance.

Tanned arms wrap around your waist as you close the dishwasher. Spinning, you bring your own to rest around her neck, pulling her closer. “Good luck babe,” you whisper against her lips.

Pressing her lips to yours you feel them turn upwards, pulling apart slowly you see the grin resting on her face. “Thank you, baby, I can’t wait to see the purple you choose!” She teases with a tug on the hem of her Chelsea hoodie, which you had thrown on to combat the cold after climbing out of bed.

You roll your eyes, your choice to only wear purple rather than pick a team on derby days becoming a running joke within your family. You push at her chest lightly, knocking her away from you, only causing a bigger grin to spread on the Aussie’s face.

“I’m teasing love!” She insists, pulling you close again. “For real, please try not to stress today.” As your eyes meet you can see the concern floating through hers, “remember Amanda’s there if you need any help. Or if Mars starts getting too rowdy.” Knowing the passion instilled in your eldest you nod at her words. Sam makes you promise to let your mum help you out before she releases you with one last peck.

“Kids, come and say good luck to Mama!” You call out as your girlfriend pulls her puffer coat over her tracksuit. Unsurprisingly Marlee is the first to crash into Sam’s legs, arms wrapping tightly around her thighs.

“Good luck Mama! I know London is red but I still really, really want you to play well!” Despite her Williamson commitment to Arsenal your eldest’s love for her Mama is never outdone. The sight brings a smile to your face.

“G’luck Mama!” Luka is the next to cling to Sam’s legs her beaming smile making up for her lacking vocabulary.

“Thank you, Mars, thank you Lu-Lu,” the mother expresses to her daughters, returning their cuddles with strokes to their backs.

Ari storms into the group hug soon after, almost knocking all three girls off their feet with the force of his run. Sam just chuckles at the impact, “you’d be a great Aussie Rules player, huh little man.” She grins ruffling his blonde curls, receiving nothing but a toothy smile in response.

“Okay, Mama really has to go now!” You insist with a glance into the kitchen and towards the clock on the wall.

“Yeah, yes. Mummy’s right. Okay, be good for mummy, hey kiddos?” Reviving three bobbing heads in response Sam grins and leans down to peck them each on the forehead, “I love you.” Kiss. “I love you.” Kiss. “And I love you!” Kiss.

“Don’t forget Mummy!” Luka declares loudly, as Sam returns to full height with a gasp and feigns offence.

“I could never forget mummy!” She responds a hand raising to her chest as if your daughter had accused her of something horrific. Turning to you the act drops and her words are sincere as she speaks, “I love you.” With a final kiss, you’re sending her out the door, earning a hearty laugh as you swat at her bum on the way.

“Marlee you can’t wear shorts to the game! You’re going to get cold!” You had dressed your two youngest: Luka in Chelsea training joggers, her Kerr 20 home jersey and a training jacket, and Ari in his choice of a Matilda’s jersey, Chelsea anthem jacket and a pair of cargo sweatpants. However, your eldest has dressed in a full replica Arsenal home kit, dawning Williamson 6 across her back and you had spent the past 5 minutes engaging in negotiations to get her into a jacket and trousers. You knew letting her leave the house in her current attire meant she would be complaining of the cold before kick-off.

“Yes, Mummy! I can!” She declares stubbornly, “Auntie Leah and Mama will be in shorts,” she argues.

Letting out an exasperated sigh your response is cut off by a knock at the door. Jumping up and running from where he had been playing with Duplo blocks on the living room floor Ari presses his face to the glass of the living room window. “Who is it bubba?” You ask, rising to your feet to answer the knock.

With a sharp gasp, the little boy begins bouncing on his feet in excitement as he stumbles over his words, “Nana!”

A rush of cool spring air hits you as you open the door, coming face to face with your mum, you greet her with the best smile you can muster but can’t even get a word out before little limbs are entwining around her body. Making eye contact over the heads of the children you both chuckle as you usher her inside.

After welcoming Amanda and settling a cup of tea in her hands you return to your earlier issue with your eldest daughter, “Marlee!” You shout calling her into the kitchen where you sat.

Now with Arsenal-branded football socks rolled just below her knees, she slides into the room, across the tiled floor, barely managing to stay on her feet.

“I know Mama and Auntie Leah will be in shorts, my love, but they will also be running around the pitch for ninety minutes. Now I would like you to go and pick a change of clothes.” You’re insistent and your dwindling patience is evident.

A huff is what you receive in response as she pouts, aggressively crossing her arms and stomping her foot into the ground. “Nana! Tell Mummy she’s wrong!” Her demanding tone is met with a matching raise of eyebrows from both you and your mother.

“Marlee May Williamson-Kerr, watch your tone.” You warn, your own arms crossing. You see your daughter's resolve drop slightly as you announce her full name, Amanda coming to the rescue before any tears or shouting began.

“Marlee darling your Mummy’s right. How about you show me your collection and I’ll help you choose a proper Gooners outfit?” Immediately Marlee’s face brightens, and before you know it she’s tugging on Amanda’s hand and dragging her from the room. You send a grateful smile towards your mum, mouthing a silent ‘thank you’. She simply shakes her head in response, as if it were no big deal.

After several hours of Amanda fawning over you and her grandchildren later, you find yourself herding the three kids into the friends and family section of the stadium. You’re perfectly on time as Luka is immediately jumping from the seat you had just settled her in when the loudspeakers announce the teams making their way to the pitch for warm-ups.

“Mama! Mama! Millie! Ez! Mama!” She is quick to shout towards her favourite blue-clad players as they jog onto the pitch. Like a superhero, Sam always seems to detect your children in the crowd, or perhaps she just always knows they’ll be shouting for her. Either way, she is quick to lift her head in your direction sending over a smile and wave.

Minutes later the reds claim their half of the pitch, this time Marlee’s shouts are the ones attracting the attention. First of her little brother, who joins her calls, and next of your younger sister as the pair of them continue yelling in Leah’s direction.

Watching your sister light up at the sight of your little family supporting her from the stands briefly relieves you of your stresses of the day and a smile settles on your own face.

Kick-off came around with minimal complaints from your three littles, especially once Amanda had returned from hospitality bar with baby chinos, hot chocolates, and chips for them. Once the whistle blew however you were thrown into an even tenser game than you had imagined.

Within two minutes you are on your feet cheering as Sam headers a ball under the crossbar, Luka and Ari share a little dance in celebration. Marlee even forgets herself for a moment, hopping excitedly from her seat before quickly returning and glancing around hoping no one had seen the display. Chuckling lightly to yourself, you pull Ari onto your lap not expecting to find yourself as on the edge of your seat as you would be for the upcoming 88 minutes.

It was no secret that Arsenal had been the underdogs coming into the game, particularly after Chelsea knocked them out of the FA Cup the weekend prior but they certainly came out with a point to prove, searching for vengeance. The halftime whistle blows moments after Niamh Charles accidentally knocks in an own goal, bringing the score line to 3-1, Arsenal ahead.

Caught in a mix of emotions you can’t decide between being pleased for your childhood club and sister, or absolutely gutted for your girlfriend as you catch her distraught expression after every denied opportunity. The mixture of red and blue in your stands don’t help as the halftime boredom leads Marlee to entertain herself by antagonising her younger sister.

Luckily for you, it’s at that moment when Beth Mead and Vivianne Miedema hobble their way through the stands towards your clan. “Hey, kiddos! You enjoying the game?”

Unfortunately, the second half is no less tension-filled than the first, you spend the whole time on the edge of your seat as the ball ping-pongs across the pitch. Chelsea begins creating more chances for themselves but can’t seem to capitalise on them, keeping the scoreline static and Arsenal, despite being in a seemingly comfortable lead, have to stay vigilant to keep it that way.

Several yellow cards later the final whistle blows you can’t decide whether you want to sigh in disappointment or cheer in glee.

Marlee is immediately on her feet, jumping into Amanda’s arms, red flag waving high and proud. While Luka slumps down into her seat, arms crossing grumpily across her chest and her pouted lip making an appearance. Ari is blissfully unaware and happy to bounce on your lap having spent the majority of the half distracted by the wooden trains you had brought.

You join in with the claps of the crowd, not as beside yourself as you should be for the end of a four-year trophy drought for your home team but pride for your younger sister shining through. You watch as Sam and Leah find each other on the pitch and two of your favourite people exchange words followed by a hug. A gentle hand coming to rest on your own you turn your head up to meet the sympathetic gaze of your mother, no words that need to be exchanged. She’s quickly dragged away by your dancing child dressed in red and white.

Turning to the upset 5-year-old beside you, a smile is automatic to your face, contrasting her obvious disappointment but you can’t help it as you take in the cuteness of her scrunched nose and pouted lips.

“Hey Ari,” capturing the attention of the toddler in your arms, “can you help me cheer Lu-Lu up? Make her smile?”

Despite probably not understanding the full meaning of your words his attention is immediately on his older sister, chubby arms reaching out for a cuddle. Leaning yourself forward so he can reach it becomes a group hug, your fingers reaching out to tickle at Luka’s sides until the adorable sounds of her giggles reach your ears.

“How about we go see Mama, hey Lu-Lu?” Rapidly nodding her head she jumps from your hold and grabs your hand instead. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Marlee still safe with Amanda, so you let your youngest two lead you closer to the pitch.

Reaching the barrier separating you from the grass, you watch on as the team in blue forms their post-game huddle. While you prop the kids up to sit on the barrier, a secure arm around each of them.

Your attention falls on the gathered group of celebrating players and a prideful smile finds its way to your face as you take in the celebrations and how much it obviously means to the Arsenal, eyes falling on Leah in particular, as they set off on a run across the pitch.

The little voice beside you brings your gaze back to Chelsea and you see the group break apart, “Mama! Mama!” Heading first towards the bench to collect her coat, the sight of two of your children is enough to bring the faintest of smiles to your girlfriend's face. Arriving in front of you it’s evident how much the past few hours have drained Sam but taking Ari into her arms she manages to summon enough energy to match your children.

“Hi gorgeous,” you greet gently, able to grant her a soft peck before Luka is demanding attention.

“Mama! You scored a goal! It was so exciting! Marlee was even jumping! I’m sorry you lost though, that made me sad. Are you sad?” Listening to the blunt ramblings of your daughter somehow seems to distract Sam briefly from her disappointment with the result as she lets out a laugh.

“I’m a little sad,” your partner confirms.

“It’s okay Mama when we lose it means we learnt more,” the confidence and certainty in the 5-year-old’s tone are obvious and neither of you can help the proud smile you share above her head.

Squeezing the girl in your arms you agree encouragingly, “that’s right Lu-Lu!” You’re about to continue your conversation when a small body barrels into Sam, a flash of red becoming clear as she steadies herself, eyes wide.

“HI MAMA! You played good. I’m sorry you lost even though I’m secretly a little bit happy!” Bobbing her head up from where she had initially buried herself in the striker's torso, Marlee’s brown hair is running wild, eyes shining with joy.

Before any of you have a chance to speak further you’re again cut off. This time by Ari’s baby babbles as he begins making grabby hands over Sam’s shoulder. Your attention shifting to where his has fallen, you lock eyes with Leah as she parts herself from her team, heading towards your little family.

Joining you the first thing Leah does is greet and take hold of her nephew who is on the edge of falling from Sam’s grip with his wiggling efforts to reach her.

“Hey Y/N/N! Hi Lu-Lu.” Her words are joined by the unwavering smile on her face and you can’t help but grin back at her. Nudging her hip into Sam’s who had since bundled Luka into her arms as you attempt to help Marlee sit on the barrier between you, and she jests, “no hard feelings, ay Kerr?”

With a roll of her eyes, you can see Sam can’t help the sister-like pride which springs in her as she says, “nah, course not.”

Watching the scene featuring all your favourite people you can’t help but think maybe derby days weren’t the worst of your fears. The world cup might be a different story though…

(Can’t lie this is firstly far longer than I expected it to become and secondly not how I initially wanted to end it. But let me know if you’d be interested in a Kerr family series because the amount of ideas that sprung to mind writing this is insane.)

#sam kerr x reader #sam kerr imagine #leah williamson imagine #chelsea #chelsea women #arsenal #arsenal women #woso imagine #woso x reader

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pernilleharders · 2 months

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maika hamano and sam kerr ahead of the match between chelsea and arsenal at stamford bridge » 15 march 2024

#maika hamano #sam kerr #chelsea fcw #chelsea women #*#gif*

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bdwoso · 9 months

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#jessie fleming #woso #women’s football #chelsea fcw #chelsea women

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pernillecfcw · 8 days

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It’s happening again 😒

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The FA Cup Final

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“What time are you going to be at the game?”

You glanced over at your wife, Sam, as she sat on her side of your shared bed as the two of you got ready for bed that evening.

You placed your phone on the bedside table and when you finished setting up an alarm, you crawled over to her and laid your head on her shoulder. “— it starts at two thirty, right?”

When you saw her nod her head, you continued on speaking. “So me and Joey will try and aim to get to Wembley just before two, so we can see the warm up.”

Joey was you and Sam’s almost three year old son. You had decided to go through with your IVF journey just after your honeymoon to the Maldives.

The first two rounds failed but in the third round, you got pregnant with your son and your lives have been the happiest of days ever since he graced the planet.

Third time lucky some may say.

You had decided to name him Joey Albert Kerr.

When you were pregnant, your wife had always called him her little Joey, due to her home country.

When you found out that you were having a little boy, Sam would call him her little Joey, her little kangaroo.

So when he was born, and you both saw his perfect little face for the first time, the name Joey, simply stuck.

“You’ll be cheering me on,”Sam nudged her face closer to yours lips brushing against the cupid's bow on your face. “Right?”

You smirked as you pressed a kiss to her lips. “— we’ll be yelling the loudest, you won’t be able to miss us.”

Sam had left early in the morning to head to the pick up point where the other team members would be getting picked up, so that meant you were stuck with getting Joey ready.

After his morning bath, the two of you were now sitting in his room, on the carpeted floor in front of his wardrobe as you got him changed into his football kit.

“Alright, arms up, lovie,”You held the shirt in your hands as you watched him lift his arms up above his head, and slipped the shirt over his head smoothly.

Once the shirt was situated on his body, you smoothed down his brown hair that had become slightly dishevelled due to the friction of the shirt.

You pulled the little boy onto your lap, and pressed a few kisses to his baby chin cheeks, emitting laughs from his lips.

He was clad in wearing a kiss version of the Chelsea kit, the shorts, the socks and even some toddler football boots.

Instead of having his name on the back of the , he had ‘𝙼𝚄𝙼𝙼𝚈’ and number ‘𝟸𝟶’ on the back.

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You had arrived at Wembley just before two o'clock like you promised your wife and was escorted to the family stand where everyone else’s friends and loved ones were sitting.

Throughout the entire game, your nerves were skyrocketing.

Manchester United were definitely the better team, they had scored goals in the first minute but it had thankfully been disallowed for being offside which meant a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

Overall, the Red Devils had been the better team.

Twenty minutes into the first half, little Joey had fallen asleep on the lap of one of his moms teammates.

Millie Bright was the chosen lap.

He had little ear protectors over his ears, and his thumb was in his mouth, a habit that you and the misses definitely needed to break soon.

He had stayed asleep right up until the 60th minute, and had woken up to see his mommy score in the 68th minute.

Joey was sitting on your lap when Sam hit the back of the net, you jumped up in your seat, holding him on your hip as you jumped up and down on the floor, cheering, he was cheering as well, head thrown back as he pointed at the field.

“Flip, mama,”Joey pointed to the field where he watched his mum perform a backflip, her signature celebration for occasions like this. “— mama, flip!”

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Chelsea were officially three time FA Cup champions.

When the final whistle had been blown, the Chelsea fans were in hysterics at the final result, cheers coming from every direction as they all jumped with joy.

When the trophy celebration was taking place, all the family of the team had been escorted to the pitch, so that they could celebrate the victory as a family.

Your feet hit the pitch, and you were walking over to Guro Reiten when the toddler in your arms startled squirming to get down.

You settled him down on the floor, and watched as he began running off in the other direction, you squint your eyes but smiled hugely when you saw who he was running to.

His mommy.

“Mommy!”

Sam turned round upon hearing the voice of her little one and crouched down when she saw him running to her.

She accepted him in her arms and settled him on her hip as she pressed butterfly kisses to the top of his nose over and over again. “— m’little kangaroo!”

“You won, mommy!”Joey cheered, wrapping his arms around her neck and hugging her tightly.

Sam laughed, and hugged him just as tight. “I did, did you see mommy do her flip?”

You approached the conversation when you heard her ask the question and used your left hand to push some of her brown hair away from her face that had become dishevelled during the game.

“He most certainly did see you do the flip,”you nodded your head, resting your head on the shoulder of your wife. “— it was his favourite part,”

Sam smiled and turned around so that you were facing each other.

She unwrapped an arm that was resting around your son to take ahold of your hand. “You know what my favourite part was?”

“No?”you tilted your head to the side, watching as she smirked at you lovingly.

“Seeing the two of you in the stands, cheering me on,”She answered, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips. “— it made me love the two of you even more, which I didn’t think was possible.”

God, you were lucky to have her.

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