↳ 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 — it’s spain v england and your determined to not allow the same outcome as it was in the world cup. leading to penalties, you take the last one, taking the path of championship.
↳ 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 — euros 25, final.
↳ 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ❗️ — mentions of drinking, .
↳ 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 — reader is all race inclusive • honestly, this idea popped in my head when i was getting ready in the morning and then completely forgot about it, only for it to spawn back into my head after trying to figure out ae😭 • not proofread • guys i know i did a pole on @suvviessidelines asking if i should make a chant and honestly i really did try but it was horrible and i didn’t want to traumatise you so i’m sorry😭 • AGYMANG HAS AN ACL INJURY I HOPE SHES OKAY, in gods name everything will be okay💞
↳ 𝓷𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷.
winning the euros 22 at the age of 20 was tough, but now trying to win the euros 25 at the age of 24 is tougher.
it’s england vs spain, just like in the world cup, however you’re not going to allow the outcome to be the same as the world cup. determined, you stand in the lineup, chin high, shoulders back, your straight posture portraying confidence.
penalties.
now this had you on your toes. spain were undeniably good at penalties. but so were you. you weren’t going to let your country down.
beth mead had to retake hers, as she touched the ball twice.
patri’s turn. hannah was unable to save it, giving a score to spain.
time for greenwood. she makes it just about in and the english supporters erupt into cheers.
hampton saves caldentey’s shoot.
charles, who subbed lucy, places the ball down, preparing to kick. she kicks and the spanish goal keeper dives the wrong way.
spain’s number six, bonmantí, runs to the ball, kicking it but the english keeper saves it.
the english captain walks up. your arms rest around agymang and hemp in anxiety. the defender waits. then she kicks but it doesn’t go in — cata coll saves it.
paralluelo, the spanish forward, misses, as the ball hits the pole.
your turn.
you step forward.
anxiety begins to bubble.
you’ve got the pressure penalty.
you get the ball and place it onto the white penalty dot.
the english players and supporters chant your name.
‘y/n! y/n!’
taking a deep breath, the spanish keeper smirks,
‘i know where you’re going!’ her smirk reads
you raise your eyebrows, getting a bit competitive and cocky, so you smirk back in a ‘no you don’t!’. you lightly scoff, amused by her.
your team stand in a line, arms around one another, stressing but they know you’ll score — you’re amazing at penalties.
you’re determined. you’re focused.
your foot touches the ball and it curves to hit the top left corner of the net.
feeling the adrenaline shoot through you, you slide on the floor, getting up and taking your shirt off, not caring less if your get a yellow card or not. waving the shirt about and getting lifted by the lionesses, the english chant your chant.
sarina joins you guys, pulling everyone into a group hug.
the screens are covered with england flags, the 2025 european champions.
you run to hannah hampton, the chelsea keeper’s first tournament as the starting goalkeeper, jumping onto her and hugging her. she wraps her arms around you.
“you did it”
“no, h, we did it,” you correct her, “without your badass saves, we wouldn’t have became euro champions again.”
sarina joins you two, congratulating you both, “well done you two” she pulls back and presses a kiss on both your foreheads.
tears, happy tears, prickle your eyes, but you try not to let them spill
“wow, y/n, euro champions once again, how does it feel?” one of the skysports interviewers asks you, his face in glee, his pearly whites shining towards you.
“honestly it feels unimaginable,” you speak into the mic with genuine honesty, not believing in how you’ve helped win the euros once again, “just to think i’ve done it twice, it’s unreal.”
“the nations proud!”
“the nation pressed onto my shoulders with my penalty!” you joke.
leah collects the trophy and comes onto the stage, joining the others. she lifts it and the squad, staff and everyone cheers.
—
the locker room was blasting with music, you were all partying to ‘freed from desire’ by gala
‘want more and more, people just want more and more’
the team sings aloud, jumping around,
you stand on the table in the middle of the changing room swinging your boots around, vibing to the song, drunk on the victory.
esme’s recording you whilst laughing, your antics cracking the room up, “yes, y/n!” they all hype you up, singing along, joining you to dance.
“freedom and love, what he’s looking for’
you get passed the trophy and act as if it’s a microphone, singing to the music as beth joins you on the table, esme, laughing as she watches you through her recording, which they plan to post it on social.
lucy gets upon the table, joining you, waving around her shirt aswell, whilst trying to dodge your boots “BACK TO BACK CHAMPIONSS”
you’re all knackered from the drinking and partying with one another, you wake up with a banging headache. reaching over to the far end of the bed, you grab your phone, opening it, you’re socials are blowing up, messages from friends and family congratulating you, fans tagging you in posts, your fyp is flooded with the euro win.
the gc is full of last nights photos, watching them, you see yourself singing in the locker room, lucy joining in. a smile takes over your face.
AN: Sparked from @wileys-russo’s comment on a previous fic ~ “Millie and her big mouth would most definitely out someone”
It was the 70th minute in the quarter final of the World Cup as the team were shuffling around preparing for a corner. England had been marked all evening and Columbia weren’t letting up anytime soon, you were in serious need of a new strategy and fast if you wanted to progress any further in the tournament. You were floating around in the box trying to break away from your marker whilst listening out for instructions from your captain, suddenly feeling hands on both your shoulders and being viscously shoved to the ground. You were in shock as the attack was completely unprovoked and the ball wasn’t even in play yet. The corner was delayed for a moment as you scrambled to your feet and as a warning was handed out to you, your teammates swarmed the ref to object. How could you push yourself to the floor? Is she completely oblivious to the abuse you had been receiving the entire match? As an arm pulled tightly on your shirt in another direction you were prepared to receive a yellow if it meant not allowing yourself to be bullied any longer. “Get the fuck off me!” you screamed, expecting to turn and face a Colombian player but surprised to see it was actually Millie pulling you towards her for protection. Your demeanour changed immediately as you let her move your body like a rag doll; wherever she wants you, you’re there. Squeezing you infront of her, the taller woman pressed her body tightly against your back and her arm wrapped around your stomach to keep you in place so you were finally unmarked for once in this game. Millie quickly grabbed Rachel too and directed her in front of you, sandwiching your body between them. “Hold Rachel” Millie directed bluntly, “tighter”. Squishing you so close together you could barely breath as Rachel reached around your back to hold you all in place too. Making three unmarkable players, others copied in doing the same to give you the best chance to advance. Millie muttered directions into your ear as close to your face as possible so the opposing team couldn’t hear your tactics, the last thing you remember before the ball was kicked in by Alex was Lucy joking about where she fitted into this threesome and laughing to herself.
‘I knew what I had to do but did I do it? Did I fuck!’ Being grabbed and pulled by the older women took all your attention away from what you were actually supposed to be doing and that was scoring, that’s why they were protecting you in the first place you idiot! As the ball was kicked, the girls instantly spread out taking the Colombians with them, leaving you stood by yourself in acres of space with a gawped expression on your face. Seeing the ball flying towards you, Millie’s voice hollered your name just in time for you to zone back in to your surroundings and plant the ball neatly into the net.
Back in the locker room discussions were flowing about your goal, winning the game and being awarded player of the match. Lucy was in the corner joking with the older girls about your spaced out look just before the ball hit your head, you were huddled at the other end of the room with your friends from youth level. “You did look so out of it before you scored” they laughed in agreement with Lucy. “I was taken off guard! I didn’t expect to be sandwiched between Mills and Rach” chuckling to yourself but the comment was met with quizzical eyes and confused expressions. “Were you-“ Hempo started before you finished the question for her. “Turned on? Yes” shrugging it off as no big deal. “Ohhh from the train? I saw you guys do that and could already imagine the memes! That wasn’t what I was gonna say though..” Hempo still had the confused look that seemed to never leave her face. “Wait, what did you think?” you asked, wondering if you’d just over shared unnecessarily. “That you got shoved pretty hard, I thought they took the wind out of you!” your best friend’s voice was muffled inside the clean shirt as she tried to push her head through the arm hole. Helping her get dressed like a mum would a toddler you told yourself that next time you must remember to let people finish their sentences so you don’t make a fool of yourself. Yet somehow you ignored your own advice and still kept talking. “Yeah I think I’m gay now!” you blurted out jokingly. “You’re gay?!” Millie bellowed behind you, luckily she didn’t seem to have heard the rest of the conversation but this still wasn’t ideal. “Who’s gay?” “(Y/n).” “(Y/n)’s gay?” “About time she told us!” Glancing around the room at all the voices chiming like dominoes at overhearing the gossip you were shocked to see how many people thought you already were. “Was it the train?” Lucy laughed with a smirk in the corner of the changing room she hadn’t moved from, “the TikTok edits are gonna loooove that!” The brunette was always showing off edits that had been made of her on the app, always seemed proud of them too. “Nooo! I’m not gay!” you exclaimed to make sure the whole team heard you. “You’ve gone all red tho!” Millie pointed out whilst poking your cheeks making you wish the ground would open up and swallow you. Backing away from the blonde who was making you flustered you ran for the showers, eager to wash away the thoughts and the sound of being outted. You’re not gay, you were just turned on by some very attractive women that you spend all your time with holding you in a certain way, that doesn’t make you gay and certainly not for your teammates!
The next day at training you felt the same forcefulness as the day before, two hands landed heavily on your shoulders shuddering you out of the daydream you were in. A blonde messy bun flopped in your face as her arms wrapped loosely around your collar bones. “Hey, sorry for shouting about you being gay, I shouldn’t have done that I was just on a high from winning” she said pulling you into her once more. Your body instantly became stiff with being so close to the defender again and as words jumbled in your mind unable to form a sentence, you just nodded in response. “I’m here if you wanna talk okay, love you” kissing your cheek before running off to join her group. Hempo was watching the interaction from afar and made her approach when she saw Millie had left. “You’ve got that same look on your face as yesterday” she laughed, “yknow just cause you fancy a woman doesn’t mean you’re gay” bending down to tie her shoelaces. “Thank you! That’s what I was trying to say yesterday, at least someone believes me” you breathed a sigh of relief. “I meant, gay and straight aren’t the only options (y/n). You’ve got bi, pans, demi and-” she trailed off listing sexualities you had never heard of before as the realisation hit that not even your best friend believed what you were saying. “Y/n, work with Bright over your link ups, they could use some work” Sarina shouted over the pitch interrupting your friend who was still spelling out the queer alphabet. Hempo looked at you sympathetically but also a little amused, “good luck!” she nudged as she ran back to her spot. You reluctantly walked over to your skipper who was as loud as ever, shouting encouragement and silly remarks about taking your time but once you got there you couldn’t even hold eye contact with her. Making an excuse that you didn’t feel well before running back inside, Millie’s eyes followed you, squinting in confusion. She knew something was wrong but didn’t know how to approach you in a way that would make you open up.
Once you’d arrived into the safety of your hotel room you threw yourself on the bed to scour the internet to look up all the unfamiliar words Lauren was telling you about earlier. Taking silly quizzes to find out what sexuality you are always came up as 100% NOT straight which made you even more confused. You’d never thought about it before but you’ve never really felt attraction to anybody, relationships never lasted long because you just didn’t feel anything. After a few hours of flicking through an LGBTQ+ encyclopaedia your eyes landed on a definition you were unable to divert your attention from:
Graces, gray A’s, or gray asexuals: Individuals whose sexual attraction exists within the gray area between sexual and asexual. They experience sexual attraction infrequently or not very strongly. Other terms that are used to describe this identity are semisexual, asexual-ish, and sexual-ish.
‘That would explain my very rare attraction to anybody I guess’, you thought to yourself. My demeanour and fashion sense could come across gay sometimes but that word doesn’t seem to define me, neither do any of the others. I must be a Gray A.. or Grace? That seems to fit well with me the most.
Sitting back to admire the screen while you soaked everything in there was a knock at your door. “Hey, can I come in?” nodding without words as the blonde entered your room and sat down on your bed. “Can you just talk to me please? I know I’ve upset you and just wanna make it right” she pleaded. “You haven’t upset me Mill” reassuring her as you sat down next to your friend. “It’s just..” you started to explain but hesitant with how to word it. “The other night when you pulled me into you it made me feel something.. different. It turned me on okay and then everyone started shouting about how I’m gay and I just got confused. But I’ve done some research and I think I know why now.” Planting the laptop onto her knees so she could look at what you had highlighted. “I’ve never heard of this?” she muttered while reading the definition. “Me neither, but it explains why I’ve never felt attracted to anyone and then suddenly I was” you shrugged, relieved with having an explanation now. “I do have that effect on people” she mocked swiping her hair from her shoulder. “You’ve got such a big head!” rolling your eyes and slapping her arm. “Hey!” she pouted, trying to slap you back but you’d moved out of her reach. “Matches your big mouth!” your laugh exaggerated but comforted in the fact that everything was out in the open and the awkwardness had floated away. “Okay, so we cool?” “We’re cool” “I won’t go grabbing you without warning anymore” “hmm. I liked it” punching her bicep lightly. “Good… cause my love language is touch” her hand glided from your shoulder down to your fingers, linking your hand in hers. “Really? Cause I hadn’t noticed!” your heavily sarcastic tone earned you a glare before being swamped in a huge bear hug.
a path to international — part one of the series ‘miss ACE’
lionesses x teen!fem!reader, woso x teen!fem!reader
alexa, play illegal by pinkpantheress and practice by drake on spotify.
↳ 𝓽𝔂𝓹𝓮 — fluff
↳ 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 — towards the end of your first season, you get a call up to play for englands womens national football team. none of them expected a teenager to join them, but ended up taking her under their wing, surprised by the youngsters ability. but what they don't know, the youngster begins to face hate online.
↳ 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 — ?
↳ 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ❗️ — swearing/mentions of it, t!r getting hate on social media, mentions of sexism, hints of neglectful parents,
↳ 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 — reader is all race inclusive • reader doesn’t have a specific club she plays for but the club isn’t as well known as clubs like arsenal wfc or chelsea wfc. • finished this last night at around twelve but completely forgot to post it 😭
↳ 𝓷𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷.
football was your escapism.
ever since you were young, you’d always find an escape of your problems through playing football.
you’ve always loved watching, playing football — anything to do with it. but your parents never did. they always thought it was only for boys, not for girls like you.
it wasn’t until your pe teacher noticed on how much you loved football and how talented you were at it to ask you if you ever wanted to become a professional — which your child self responded to her by saying, “my mum and dad said i can’t because it’s a boys game.”
your teacher sighed, and then she asked again, “no, y/n, i’m asking if YOU want to play football professionally — not if your parents think you should.”
you didn’t know what to say then, took you a moment to think, “yes”
your pe teacher smiled at that, promising you she’d take matters into her own hands to convince your parents to let you start your path into playing professional football.
your pe teacher ended up convincing your parents to put you through into an academy, however that didn’t make them stop their viewpoints on how the games only meant for boys.
7-8 years later, you got a chance to play for your senior club, making your football debut at only 15.
in the changing rooms, tying your laces up on your boots, your club’s captain comes in, eyes landing on the youngest, “y/n, (clubteam’s manager) wants to see you,”
you nod towards the captain, who gives you a small smile, then telling everyone to be out for training in 5 minutes.
you put your foot back on the ground, fixing yourself up quickly, making your way to find your club manager.
“ah, y/n, there you are, my star player!” your manager says as he/she sees you, a smile on her/his face.
“hey, (managers name),” you say softly, your fingers subtly playing with the hem of your kit’s shirt as you’re nervous — nervous on why your manager wants to speak to you one on one, “(captain name) said you wanted to speak to me.”
“oh yes,” your manager begins, “i got a call—”
anxiety bubbles in you, did you do something wrong? no, that can’t be, he’s/she’s smiling at me—
“—from sarina wingman,”
your thoughts stop,
as you bluntly speak up, you stare at your manager in shock, “what?”
your manager smiles, “you’ve been called up for euros camp to play with the lionesses in the euros coming up.”
“h-how?”
“i never told you, but she’s came to a few games to assess you,”
eyes widening at what he says, you couldn’t believe it. what do you mean she’s been watching me? you’ve always looked around the crowd to see if you recognise anyone, both personally or professionally, but you never saw her.
“congratulations, y/n,”
walking into the training centre, you feel out of place. one of the staff spot you, recognising you as the new lioness, he calls out to you, helping you go to where you’re meant to be.
walking to the training grounds, everyone’s eyes lay on you — it’s not common to see such a young person here.
sarina spots you and smiles towards you, giving a ‘i’ve got it from here’ nod towards the staff member. he then nods back, gesturing for you to go to sarina. you bid him a small thanks, which he responds back with “no worries” and leaves the grounds whilst you go towards sarina.
“who’s that?” beth says towards the other players, who all look towards you as they train.
“she’s probably the new player sarina was telling us about yesterday.” the captain responds,
“but she seems too young,” bronze butts in,
before anyone could say anything, sarina turns towards the others, her hand hovering behind you, guiding you towards the other players.
“right everyone, this is y/n l/n, she’ll be joining you all, and i expect you all to make her feel welcomed into this squad,” you stand beside her, subtly messing with the hem of your top, a habit you always have when you get nervous, “leah, can you take y/n to the changing rooms and show her her assigned locker.”
you look up to look at england’s captain, leah williamson, a player you truely admire.
she comes towards you, giving you a small smile as she guides you away from everyone, walking beside your shy self, noticing how your fingers unconsciously play with the hem of your shirt, “sarinas told us a lot of good things about you,”
you look up towards the older player, unsure what to say, you shyly nod. as you both make your way towards the changing rooms, leah gives a brief tour to the way from the training grounds to the changing rooms.
round the corner to the changing rooms, leah’s eyebrows suddenly furrows, the shyness and from how young you look makes her wonder how old you are, “wait, how old are you?”
“i’m 15, turning 16 soon,” you quietly answer. leah picked up on the nervousness in your voice but doesn’t push on it. her eyes widen at your answer,
“fifteen?” she repeats in shock, “that’s young — but you’ve earnt it to be here, so make sure you enjoy it, okay?”
leah’s already gotten protective over you, your shyness and youth makes her feel like she needs to keep you safe from the world.
now walking into the changing rooms, she shows you towards your locker, which is next to lucy bronze’s.
“this is your locker, your kits been placed there, so get changed —i’ll wait outside for you.”
she walks outside so you can have your privacy and you begin getting changed into your training kit, fixing your hair, even using your got2b gel to slick back your fly away hairs, spray a bit of perfume etc to maintain a good impression. you mentally prepare yourself to be able to train with professional football players that you’ve admired ever since a young age.
you walk back onto the training grounds, england’s captain right beside you and you both make you’re way towards the rest of the players.
mid-training
sarina instructed everyone to get into small groups. as everyone did, you stood there, shyly, fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt, feeling so out of place.
you then see a shadow appear infront of you. you turn around, just to be met with england’s right-back, lucy bronze.
“do you want to join us?”
you stay stood still for a while, trying to register that the lucy bronze is infront of you, asking you if you want to join her group.
she holds back a chuckle at your wide-eyed face but you quickly nod before embarrassing yourself.
she guides you over to the others which contain of georgia, LJ and keira. the three look at you, smiling,
“right, everyone, get behind a line of cones that have been set out for you and get in a line, dribbling the ball around the cones and doing it again on the way back,” sarina announces, “take turns to do this.”
as the dutch finishes setting her instruction, you now follow the others and stand behind them in the line, shyly messing with the hem of your shirt again.
LJ begins, as georgia gets ready and takes her turn. infront of you, keira turns around, sensing your shyness. she watches as you look down at your boots, fiddling with the hem of your shirt again, “it’s okay if you’re feeling nervous, it’s normal, honestly, everyone feels like that for their first time”
lucy can’t help but turn around and see keira speaking to you, “trust me, you’ll be fine, besides, we don’t bite,” the older woman can’t help but teasingly smirk when she says the last bit, “but seriously, we’re all here for you.”
you nod towards the two and shyly mutter, “thanks,”
lucy notices the small, shy smile decorate your young face and she can’t help but get protective of you, your innocence making her want to protect you from the harsh realities of the world.
LJ then returns, jogging to the end of the line, going behind you as georgia wizzes through the exercise.
can i do this? what if i trip?
your overthinking thoughts wave in, you didn’t want to mess such a simple exercise up over the pressure of being watched by england’s best players.
LJ can’t help but look at you from behind, your silence, the way you keep to yourself, the energy you give off makes her aware of how you’re feeling and has a brief idea what’s going on inside your head, “hey, don’t stress, you’ve got this.”
nonchalant but reassuring.
you turn your head towards her and softly smile at the chelsea player.
georgia, lucy and keira have had their go and now it’s your turn. keira passes you the ball, and gives you a reassuring smile before jogging to the back of the line. internally crashing out, you try and keep a peaceful mind, not wanting to over think and especially not wanting to make a fool out of yourself. without anymore thought, you just do it, wanting to get over it. you swiftly dribble the ball around the cones and back. the other four lightly cheer you,
“the kid’s completed her first training exercise!” lucy exclaims and ends up catching the attention of some of the players around you,
“oh well done, kid!”
“atleast she didn’t fall flat on her face like i did!”
“good job!”
ice baths.
one of the biggest things you hated the most about your career. you couldn’t stand the sudden coldness especially because you’re iron deficient. back at your club, you’d always get forced in — players grabbing you and putting you in as you’d try and run away.
“oh, i love ice baths,” alessia perks up from beside you, but you shook your head, causing her curiosity to perk, “do you not like them?”
“no, it’s the worst thing about being a professional footballer,” you speak quietly, but alessia could pick up on the hint of annoyance in your tone, showing how much you hate it.
you keep yourself towards the back of the room, hiding behind equipment, trying to not be seen so you’d not be put in the ice baths and potentially be able to skip it, but to your dismay, one of the physio staff call out your name, looking around the room, “y/n?”
the staff were aware of your deep hatred of ice baths, having received reports from your club detailing how your low iron would effect it and your attempts to avoid them, only to be forced into them by one of the older players.
some of the players soon realised you weren’t with them, and started looking around for you. one of the staff informed the english captain of your club reports regarding physio.
one of the staff members made their way to the back of the room, scanning around to see your whereabouts, calling out your name. her eyes then land to your hidden figure, “there you are, y/n,” she walks towards you, smiling softly, “come, you need to have your ice bath.”
you shake your head in response, “y/n, you don’t really have a choice, this is crucial.”
“but i don’t like them.” you quietly yet defensively say,
“i know, i’ve seen your club reports, but you’re gonna have to have it either way.”
groaning, you keep refusing.
“it’s not as bad as you think”
“you can do it, kid”
“come on, show us how brave you am”
various members of the team try sharing some sort of comfort,
“you can go in for 5 minutes instead of ten, if that makes you feel less scared, especially since i know it’ll be harder with your iron deficiency plus it’s nerve racking to do so infront of the lionesses.” the staff tries to reason with you, but you’re too stubborn to do it.
“she’s stubborn, i like her,” grace tells the others to which esme responds too, “she’s cute,”
the english captain makes her way towards both you and the staff member, “y/n, come on, i know you hate them and they can be intense, but i promise you, you’ll feel better after you do it,”
“i’ll come in with you if it makes you feel better,” grace perks up from behind leah. she’s one of the younger ones, so she gets you, “come on, we’ll be brave together!” she can’t help but tease, just to ease your hate towards it.
looking up with your bottom lip slightly sticking out in the form of a little pout, you mutter a little, ‘fine’
you get dragged to where the ice baths are and watch as grace gets in, sucking up a gasp from the coldness but adjusting afterwards.
“come on, y/n, your turn.”
groaning, the staff member guides you in. as you place your foot into the water, you suck a breath. god you hate this. closing your eyes, you submerge your whole leg in, muttering a few curses at how cold it is under your breath trying to hold back your screams so you don’t embarrass yourself. you then put your other leg in and the water fully submerges you, covering you from toe to chest. feeling the urge to scream, you shiver, your face slowly getting a bit paleas your body goes numb.
“see, not so bad,” grace faces you in the bath, looking at your shivering body.
“‘not so bad’ my arse.” you shuddered, causing grace to laugh at your sharp tongue.
the five minutes pass and the staff member informs you that you can get out now. eager to get out of the freezing torture, you gladly take the staff members arm and she guides you out, wrapping a towel around you as you shiver. grace is still in there, doing the full ten minutes.
“not so scary now, hm?” lucy teases, smiling at you, looking at your shivering, red-skinned frame.
“you smashed it,” jess park bubbly adds.
“LUNCH TIME!” ella exclaims as she skips ahead to the dining area with alessia.
leah offered to take you to lunch, showing you where the area was.
arriving, you look around. it’s huge, a massive buffet along the wall, selections of drinks and fancy seating. leah chuckles as she sees your eyes widen, taking in the area.
“let’s get some food, kid.” leah motions for you to follow her over to the buffet and passes you a plate, also grabbing one for yourself.
you put a little bit of pasta on and a bit of salad on the side.
“is that all you’re gonna eat, kid?” looking to your side, millie bright looks down at you, concerned.
shyly nodding, you look up at her, “i don’t eat a lot,”
what a lie. you love munching. so do i guys, i am not intending to f@tshame anyone by saying this, you’re perfect even if you’re thin or thick, don’t let anyone stop that💞 my dms are always open if you feel otherwise. feeling sad? ice cream makes you feel better. feeling happy? a pack of harribos makes you feel so much better.
but you don’t eat proper meals most the time, because you snack more. literally me.
“you’re eating with us, get some more food, we don’t judge,” millie says, putting more pasta on your plate, “leah has stacks of toast for breakfast, this is literally nothing!”
“oi!” leah turns, looking at millie with mocking offence.
lunch finished and the team had some personal time. some went up to their rooms to rest, others went to the pool and a couple went to call families. you decided to go up to your room so you could get a start on your school work. as you walk in, you look around the huge apartment-like hotel room.
placing yourself onto the huge, luxurious bed, you sigh, closing your eyes, relaxing for once and not having to always feel anxious around the other pro players.
getting up to go get your laptop, your phone lights up, a notification coming through. opening your phone, you see loads of notifications from friends, your club team mates, family, socials etc.
“1 message from ‘[friend]’: y/n, omg, how come you didn’t tell me you got called up?”
“9+ messages from ‘[your local club’s gc]’”
“instagram: soccerdonna have tagged you in a post”
furrowing your brows at the instagram notification, you open it seeing the post of you in your club kit with a green background, your full name, the club you play for, position and any other details about you including your age, titled ‘rumoured call up: for england senior team’
your call up wasn’t confirmed yet, as the media team decided to reveal it with the illegal trend.
you opened the comments to see many supporting you, hoping that this rumor is true and are blessing you to make your international debut at a young age in a senior team, however, your attention is drawn to the hateful comments,
“what does sarina see in her, she’s literally in a club no one knows about”
“they’ll get tired of her in a day tops”
“the lionesses are professional footballers, not professional babysitters”
“she should be in the kitchen, not on a pitch.”
tears prickled into your eyes as you kept scrolling through deeper into the comments. yes there were supportive comments, such as,
“stop she looks so cute!”
“awh bless her, i hope this is true, she deserves it!”
“she cooks on the pitch!”
“she’s gonna be england’s future!”
but the negativity always got to you.
“y/n, are you in here?”
the knocking and the voice behind the door shifts your attention off your screen,
“uh, yeah, one second” you breathe out, your voice cracking, quickly making sure you look okay and then open the door to be met with beth
“you’re late for training we wondered where y—” beth look at you, picking up at your glossy eyes, “you alright kid?”
nodding, you mutter a small ‘yes’ but she doesn’t push and instead takes you down to training.
sarina split the team into two teams for a mini match.
one’s red and the other’s blue. putting the red bib on, you stand with your team, opposite the blues.
standing in position, sarina blows the whistle and the game begins,
russo has the ball and passes it to aggie but gets tackled by mead who then dribbles the ball and passes it to jess park. unfortunate for jess, you’re able to take the ball back, getting it into the box but getting into an intense tackle with lucy bronze, you don’t desire to give up the ball. lucy, the lionesses’s most experienced and fiercest defender, almost makes you trip, but you instinctively grab her shoulder, balancing yourself and slightly tug her to the side, but because of how strong she is, the tug doesn’t impact her. you shield the ball away from her, but lucy’s cleaver, so she pokes her foot between the gap of your legs and pulls the ball towards her but you react swiftly, stepping around and regaining possession, almost tripping lucy up. you then take your chance and make it towards the goal and fire a powerful shot towards the net. cutting through the air, you fool hannah by your footwork, making her dive the opposite way whilst the ball hits the right side of the net.
goal.
you scored your first goal at the ‘mini match’ during training.
letting out a yelp, ella grabs you by your waist and effortlessly lifts you up and cheers your name.
“she’s really good,” alex says as she watches you get lifted up.
“sarina didn’t call her up for no reason.” leah responds
“keeping me on my toes, you are!” the chelsea goal keeper teases at you,
“not just you, did you see that tackle? that’s a proper piece of skill.” lucy adds, adding onto the teasing
time for media. you love media, it’s always fun. you’d get to do mini games, quizzes and even joke around with your fellow club mates.
the media staff decided that the announcement of your call up would be confirmed with a tiktok trend, specifically the “illegal” trend, aiming to connect with more of the younger generation to inspire them.
“y/n, are you ready?” one of the social media staff asks, phone in hand, watching you walk over with a couple other lionesses whilst fixing your hair quickly.
“yeah,” you softly respond.
after explaining to you and the other selected few players the plan, the same social media staff stands infront of you, “remember, kid, it’s okay if you mess it up.” he reasures you and then begins to count you down to three.
‘my name is pink and i’m really glad to meet you’
your dominant arm is out, taking the staff’s hand and shaking it on beat in full lioness kit.
‘you’re recommended to me by some people’
even though this isn’t your part, you still lip sync to it as you got instructed to do so but would be getting cut out and being replaced with the other lionesses.
‘hey! ooh, is this illegal?’
you then furrow your brows, shrugging slightly, just to act out the question at the end of the line.
‘hey! ooh, this feels illegal’
again, this isn’t your part, yet you do what you’re told and lip sync to it.
the recorder then stops the recording, praising you for how well you did, especially in one shot.
you try not to laugh, feeling quite embarrassed and sightly cheesed out about the awkwardness.
the recorder then turns to the other select few of lionesses and positions them so they can fit into the frame, making them do the exact same thing you did.
time for your first photoshoot.
“alright, y/n, your turn, kid.” the photographer looks at you, smiling and he gestures for you to come onto the backdrop.
you walk onto the set and sit onto the stool as told.
“right, kid, spread your legs shoulder width apart and put the football infront you, placing a foot on top of it,” catching the ball, you do as instructed and then look up for his next instruction, “good, now rest one arm onto your thigh, let the other one hang loose on your knee and lean in just a little bit, looking at the camera with a serious, competitive face.”
“that’s it, kid, stay like that.”
he snaps a few photos.
“kid, that came out so well,” the photographer praises, looking at the photos, “you’re a natural.”
looking down, you can help but shy away.
“right, next one,” he then looks up to you, “stand up please”
you get up and one of the staff comes onto the set. she takes the stool away.
“put the ball under your dominant arm and turn around, looking over your shoulder.”
once again, you do as you are told and lights flash as the photos are taken, followed by several more.
“which club are you at? i want to know if we’ve played against you and we haven’t realised.” grace asks you. it’s team bonding time. everyone’s in the common room, and you’re sat in the end of the sofa.
“i, er, play for (your local less known club)”
lucy looks at you with her brows slightly raised, clearly not expecting that, but also makes sense as she’s never played against you, “you’re way too good for that club, after the euros, higher profile clubs like chelsea would snap you up in a heartbeat”
“speaking of chelsea, you should come join,” the chelsea captain attempts to poach you, “you deserve to be there.”
you look at her, giving her a small smile and millie smiles back, adoring your shyness.
leah, the arsenal vice captain, can’t loose you to the rivals, so she tries getting you on her side, “kiddo, you’d look better in red.”
“ey, leave the poor child alone!” ella exclaims from beside you and puts her arm around you and pulls you closer, ruffling your hair gently, “she’s training here, not packing for chelsea or arsenal!”
the group erupts in laughter and your smile widens, you can’t help but enjoy, feeling so relaxed and free then ever and not feeling judged.
after the evening meeting, everyone made their way to their rooms.
you come out the shower and dry yourself, taking out your favourite body butter that you adore for not only being cheap and affordable so your parents don’t discipline you for spending too much money, but it leaves your skin feeling smooth and smelling amazing. putting a robe on, you begin to take your hair out of the towel, starting to blow dry your hair whilst singing to ‘practice’ by drake which plays on the speaker.
‘girl, you look good won't you back that ass up?’
your phone screen lights up as a notification appears so you pick your phone up.
‘england have tagged you in a post’
pressing the notification, tiktok opens up and you see the video. you turn off the hair dryer, completely focused on the video of you and the select few lionesses doing the illegal trend.
opening the comments, you begin to read through each one,
“useless player”
“waste of space”
“stop i’m so proud of you🥹💖”
“she deserves this!”
“she’s so talented, she’ll be getting offers from loads of high profile clubs after the euros”
you scroll through the comments, reading each one, focusing more on the hate than the positive comments once again. many defended you against the hate, claiming you don’t deserve it.
am i so bad?
you open up instagram, and see the post of yourself that your tagged in, captioned with ‘new addition: welcome to the pride, cub🦁❤️🤍”
the comments are the same, blooming with hate and love. you knew that when becoming a pro, hate would be common. but the feeling will never stop.
sighing, you turn off your phone, tossing it onto the bed, going back to drying your hair and doing your night routine.
lionesses x teen!fem!reader, woso x teen!fem!reader,
↳ 𝓽𝔂𝓹𝓮 — fluff (platonic)
↳ 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 — teen!reader loves to pull mischievous pranks on the lionesses — especially during camp.
↳ 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 — unspecified.
↳ 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ❗️ — swearing,
↳ 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 — guys send requests i beg, i’m so bored recently as i’m free most the time (check who i write for here, and my request guidelines here.)😓 • i’m currently in london but i’ll be going back to my ends🌚tmrw • also this is my first drabble sort of thing so i hope you like it💞we air how poor it is and possibly slightly inaccurate this is. • edit: i’ve js had to change united to city cause grace switched teams😭
↳ 𝓷𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷.
“tooney shush!” you giggle out to the city player, recording yourselves on a camera,
“me? shush?” grace replies, feigning her offence, “y/n, you're giggling the whole place down!”
both you and grace tiptoe through the corridors of the hotel, giggling at each other like drunk idiots.
“we’re gonna lock leah in the bathroom,” grace explains to the camera whilst you giggle, “but before anyone says anything, this was all y/n’s idea!”
“GRACE!”
now you both sneak into leah’s room, and you hear faint singing in the bathroom and water coming out the sink’s tap,
“oh we should sign leah up for britains got talent,” you snigger, and grace giggles at that.
“she’s coming out, hurry!”
now you both lock the door from the outside and then the door rattles,
“OI WHOS THERE?” the english captain yells from the other side and you can’t help it but laugh whilst grace tries shutting you up so you don’t expose yourselves
unfortunate for you, leah clocks you from your laughing, “Y/N, OPEN THE DOOR!”
“shit she’s clocked you!”
“stop i’m cooked”
“Y/N WHOS WITH YOU?” leah yells from the bathroom, “IS IT BETH?”
grace then bursts out laughing at the poor guess
leah then also clocks the city player, “CLINTON.”
“IT WAS Y/N’s IDEA” grace exclaims
“OFCOURSE IT IS,” the captain sarcastically yells through the door, aware of your mischievous antics, “KID, IF YOU DONT OPEN THE DOOR, YOU’RE GROUNDED.”
not wanting to be grounded during camp, a period that you love so much, you immediately opened the door, just to be met with the annoyed english captain, the camera turning to her,
“hi leah..”
grace bursts out laughing at your pour attempt of reasoning, and leah just shakes her head, “can’t believe you just pranked me by locking me in my bathroom—”
“wait how did you both get in…”
you and grace both look at each other, stifling your giggles again and then leg it out of leah’s room,
woso x teen!fem!reader, lionesses x teen!fem!reader,
↳ 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ❗️ —
↳ 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 — reader is all race inclusive • woah all my woso fics are flooding out whilst my marvel, the rookie etc fics are js waiting to be acknowledged😓
languages able to speak. english, spanish, [r’s ethnic language if has one].
academic year. year9/10.
teams playing for. england women's national football team (international debut at 15/16), arsenal wfc (awfc debut at 15/16).
clubs previously played for. [your local club — preferably a club that’s not well known in women’s football] (debuted at 15).
originally from a small town within the west midlands, y/n adapts a big passion within football, however, her family doesn’t agree with it, believing the game isn’t for girls like her, but instead for boys. living in a toxic household, it was always difficult to get her way.
it wasn’t until y/n’s pe teacher realised how skilful and passionate y/n was in sport — specifically football. she convinced her parents into getting her into her local football academy. due to her impeccable skills within the sport, y/n was able to make her debut from the U17s to the senior team of your local club at fifteen.
towards the end of her first season, she got a call-up from sarina wingman to become a lioness and have her first camp. she then makes her international debut at sixteen. after her first tournament within the lionesses, she receives many offers from big, well-known clubs — one being arsenal wfc, a club she has always looked up to at a young age. she then takes the offer and makes her awfc debut at sixteen.
comment to be added on the taglist of this series!
The incident in Barcelona became less prominent in your mind as the days that followed passed, your bruises had started to fade and you were starting to settle back into your life with Rachel. Millie had popped by every day to check on you and the entire incident had made the news, programmes like This Morning had approached to tell your story but you didn’t feel ready yet. It was still too raw to talk about with your girlfriend let alone the entire world! Nevertheless you knew it would be a good opportunity to shine a light onto the treatment of women - nothing that women already didn’t know but it helps to keep the conversation at the forefront of people’s minds. You said you’d contact them when you’re ready but for now you’re just trying to transition back into your normal life. With your blessing, Millie had partaken in interviews discussing what happened in the bar and was revelling in the praise being given that she so rightly deserved. You’d give her every award that existed if you could, without her you don’t know what would have happened. The house was covered in flowers and you had eaten your weight in chocolate that had been sent from people who wanted to show their support; mostly teammates of Rach and Mills but your family and friends had also visited once you returned home. You know what happened to you isn’t the worse thing to ever happen to a woman and felt a bit guilty of all the attention being throw your way when there’s people out there who have dealt with so much worse who don’t receive half the attention that your story has. It’s only because patrons in the bar shared their videos online and the incident involved England’s captain that it had reached media outlets. Rachel reminded you every day that you’re allowed to feel cared for too, you don’t have to be silent just because someone has it worse than you. Millie came over most evenings to wind down with you both, sometimes not going back to her own house and staying the night. Her visits had become a lot more subdued and often consisted of you all just sitting on the sofa watching films; you three didn’t need words to make you feel at peace, just each other’s company was enough.
Your bruises that had faded to yellow were a few days from disappearing completely, with every day you were starting to feel more like yourself again without the constant black and blue reminder of that night on your arm. Every evening when you were snuggled up the girls would stroke it and pepper your skin with silent kisses believing the more love they gave you the quicker it would disappear. They smothered you with their love, reminding you every second of every day that they care so deeply about you. As soon as you made a move to get up they would ask what you wanted and would get it for you, not once did you make the teas during the week after your return, even when you bathed they tenderly washed your hair.
You still went to Rachel’s games and Millie would often be seen in the stands with you rather than at Chelsea ones. You argued that Millie needed looking after too, at least your injury didn’t put World Cup dreams in jeopardy! She should be the one being looked after, not you! The World Cup was approaching fast and in a few months they’ll both be off to Australia, Millie still wasn’t fit enough to play and you were growing more and more concerned with every passing week. The defender put on a positive face, believing with every bone in her body that she’d be better in time. You however, was a bit more realistic.
“Millie sit down, I’ll do this!” you rushed into the kitchen so you could boil the kettle, reaching for three mugs out of the cupboard before she could. “I’m fine!” she expressed, rolling her eyes and batting you away with a limp hand. “No, you’re not! I’m not leaving you here alone, you’re the captain now they need you to get better!” Wrapping your arms around her waist you tried your hardest to pick her up but failed, Millie ‘Brick Wall’ Bright could not be moved! “Rach, tell her!” you shouted over to your girlfriend who was tapping away on her laptop at the table. Looking over the top of the reading glasses to see her girls both stood with their hands on their hips willing her to be on their side. She took her glasses off to get her facial expression to appear more stern “best friend, I can’t go to Australia without you now do what she says!” Rachel was desperately trying to complete her level 2 coaching certificate so she could start her own youth team - not like she didn’t already have enough to do! She’d recently partaken in a youth group programme and her new goal was to create her own.
Turning to face Millie with a confident pout of satisfaction from winning, her eyebrow raised unamused with the decision. “If I’m so unfit, could I do this?” standing her ground as she suddenly picked you up off the floor. “Oh my god Mills put me down! Stop!”wriggling and slapping her back in frustration of not being listened to. Perching you onto the kitchen side and slotting herself between your legs, “better?” she asked sarcastically causing you to roll your eyes. Her move was sexy yet irritating at the same time, folding your arms reluctant to let her disobey you. “I don’t remember you complaining on holiday” her voice turned cocky which finally drew Rachel’s eyes away from the computer to join you both in the kitchen. “I’ve been waiting for the right time to ask this actually, what did happen on holiday?” sensually stroking up your leg as Millie copied on the other. “Is anyone gonna make the tea around here?” desperately trying to change the subject as you reached over to the kettle. Millie blocked your attempt “no” she said shaking her head with that cocky smile of hers. Having them both batting their eyelashes at you and still tickling your legs it was becoming extremely hard to think about anything else apart from throwing yourself at them. “Nah, I wanna know exactly what happened. I’ve waited long enough” Rachel said slowly as she swiped your hand from reaching the kettle switch again. “Millie’s not well enough for this, she shouldn’t even be standing!” you tried to divert their attention but actively not making any attempt to flee their advances. “I remember picking you up last week and you didn’t argue” she stroked the hair that dangled in front of your face away from your eyes, willing you to drop it. “I was drunk, I wasn’t thinking about your knee I was thinking about-” you shouted exhausted before being cut off by Rachel, “what.. what were you thinking about my love? Tell me” she encouraged. With them both looking up at you with their big blue eyes you caved “getting fucked! Happy now?” “fucked by who baby?” Rach continued asking with her sickly sweet tone as their finger tips continued sliding up and down your legs. “Millie!” your eyes rolled knowing there was no way you were getting out of this, not that you wanted to and you knew exactly where it was going. Rachel slipped her arms under your legs and lifting you off of the kitchen side, throwing you over her shoulder as she headed for the stairs. “Come on Mills, let’s go fuck our girl” Those words turning you on instantly with anticipation of what was about to happen.
Reaching the bedroom, your lips quickly found Rachel‘s neck, holding your hand out for Millie to take and be included too. “No no no” Rachel stopped you as she pulled her face away from yours. “I want you both to tell me exactly what happened that night, play-by-play” placing you softly onto the bed and ready to listen intently.
As Millie led Rachel through what she had done to you that night, Rachel re-enacted the moment precisely. You’d missed the sexual touch of your girlfriend as Millie watched her go down on you. Next, you told Rachel what you did to Millie and watched as she recreated the sequences on her best friend. The night continued well into the morning with you three fumbling around in the bedsheets together for hours.
