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Best Mate (georgia stanway x reader)
Summary: Georgia is your entire world, the love of your life. But you’re probably never going to be more than just her best mate.
(aka 12k words of angst and pining)
———
You’ve known Georgia since you were eleven.
Thirteen years in which you’ve been the closest of friends, through ups and downs. Thirteen years of playing for the same football teams, of carpooling to training and movie nights after matches and sharing rooms on away trips. Thirteen years, basically, in which you could have fallen in love with each other.
There’s a strange kind of irony, a punishment from the fates, that the first time you start to think of Georgia as anything more than your best mate is about three weeks before she moves to Germany.
You blame the Euros, naturally. That’s where you start to catch feelings. A long pre-Euro preparation camp, followed by weeks of heightened emotions as the Lionesses progress further and further into the tournament. It’s been a bonding experience for you all and you’re far closer to all the girls than you were a couple of months ago, but there’s been a shift in your relationship with Georgia specifically that you can’t quite explain.
It’s after the game against Spain that you first notice it. After coming back from behind, Georgia is the one who scores the winner to send you through to the semi finals and it might be the best goal you’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing live. It’s not just the goal - you’ve seen Georgia score screamers from outside the box on countless other occasions in your thirteen years of friendship - but the significance too.
It’s after this game that you actually start to believe you can win the whole tournament, that nothing is going to stop you until you get your hands on the silverware. And that belief starts with Georgia’s goal.
“I fucking love you, G!” you tell her in the dressing room after the game, still riding the euphoric high of beating Spain in such dramatic fashion.
Georgia grins at you.
“I love you too.”
Her words make you feel warm inside but you put it down to being happy about the result.
It’s not until later, lying alone in your bed back at the team hotel, unable to sleep because you’re still so pumped up from one hundred and twenty minutes of difficult football, that you hear Georgia’s words over and over again in your head and realise what it means.
I love you too.
Shit. You’re falling in love with Georgia Stanway. Your best mate.
What a cliche.
But you’ve spent thirteen years of friendship not being in love with Georgia. It should be pretty easy to brush any hypothetical feelings aside. Right?
———
It’s not.
Actually, it turns out that acknowledging you have feelings for Georgia only makes them grow more.
You sit next to her on the coach on the way back from Bramall Lane after beating Sweden in the semi final. Around you, the whole team is jubilant, but all you can think about is how you can smell Georgia’s shampoo and feel the warmth of her thigh pressing into yours.
Shit, you’ve got it bad.
“We’re going to Wembley,” Georgia says. “Can you believe it?”
“Stuff of dreams, right?” you grin at her.
“And I get to do it with my best mate.”
The words ‘best mate’, while true, are like a knife to your heart and you’re reminded that you’ll only ever be Georgia’s best mate.
You try to shake yourself out of it. You’ve been Georgia’s friend for over a decade, you can keep being her friend, no problems at all. Because surely it’s better to be her friend than to risk messing things up and being nothing at all?
Except that she moves to Munich in two weeks. What if she loves it there, what if she prefers her new teammates to the old ones, what if she has such a good time there that she completely forgets about her old life in Manchester?
And you hate yourself for even thinking that. Georgia deserves to be happy. You know how excited she is to move abroad, how much she’s looking forward to the challenge of playing for a new team in a new league after spending so long at Manchester City. As her friend, you want the best for her, you want her to thrive in the new environment and be happy with her Bayern teammates as she settles into life in Munich.
You just hope that she doesn’t forget about you in the process.
“You’re quiet,” Georgia says, drawing you out of your own thoughts. “Wanna talk about it?”
You shrug, then give a half truth.
“Just trying to soak this moment in,” you tell her. “This feels special. No matter what happens in the final, I don’t want to forget the feeling of being part of this team.”
“I’m never gonna forget this,” Georgia says, sinking into your side and when she lets her head fall against your shoulder, you allow yourself just the briefest moment to imagine that she’s talking about this exact moment on the bus with you, not the summer of incredible football. “Would be pretty cool to win the damn thing though, right? One more trophy together before I leave.”
You never want this summer to end. Because as soon as it ends, Georgia leaves and you lose your best mate. You lose the person you’re in love with.
You have a feeling that this moment is going to be one that you come back to over and over again when you’re missing her, and you try even harder to commit every detail to memory.
———
Inevitably, the tournament does come to an end, but in the blur of playing an intense final at Wembley, winning said final, and the celebrations that continue long into the night, you almost forget that this is one of your last nights together with Georgia before she leaves for Germany.
Eventually, you and Georgia find your way back to each other, as you always seem to do. You have no idea what time it is, no idea how many drinks you’ve had, but it’s the early hours of the morning and most friends and family have either left or gone to bed, leaving just the players to continue their celebrations. You can still hear distant music and the occasional shout from downstairs, but you end up on the carpeted floor of a deserted hallway, side by side with Georgia. You’re sitting so close that the thighs of your outstretched legs are touching, and Georgia leans her head on your shoulder. You're holding hands too, though you don’t know who initiates that. Maybe it just happened because it felt right.
“I’m so proud of you, G,” you tell her, tracing your thumb across the back of her hand. “For everything - for today, for everything you did at City, for choosing to take a leap in your career.”
Georgia has hardly spoken about her impending transfer since it was announced, not while she’s been so focused on the tournament, and other than a couple of jokes this evening hoping that her new teammates will still welcome her after beating so many of them today, it’s been easy to pretend that she’s not about to move to another country. But now that the tournament is over, you have to face up to the reality sooner or later that your best friend is about to spread her wings and embark on a new journey that doesn’t involve you.
“Stop it, you’re gonna make me cry. And we’re supposed to be happy right now. We’re supposed to be celebrating.”
“I’m gonna miss you though. Bayern are lucky to have you.”
Your hand is still in Georgia’s, fingers linked together, though you don’t remember how it happened, whether it was you who took her hand or her who took yours. But her skin is so soft, especially on the back of her hand where you trace mindless patterns with your thumb.
“You’re still gonna be my favourite though, you know that right?” Georgia promises you.
“I am?” you ask, turning your head to look at her.
“Yeah, you’re my day one. Even when we live in different countries. I’m still gonna be talking to you every day.”
“I’m gonna be thinking about you every day,” you confess. “Every second, even.”
It’s only after the words slip from your lips that you realise you might have said too much, that you’re getting dangerously close to telling Georgia about the feelings that you promised yourself that you were going to keep secret.
“Yeah?” Georgia asks, her voice barely more audible than a whisper.
And just like the hand-holding, you have no idea who initiates what comes next, you’re just aware that your lips are on Georgia’s, or maybe hers are on yours, but who the fuck cares who leant in first when it feels this damn good.
Her lips are as soft as her hands, softer maybe, and she tastes like a combination of the free beer you’ve been drinking all night and something else, maybe optimism, if such a thing has a taste. But you’re very quickly unable to process much at all, senses overwhelmed, because Georgia is kissing you. Georgia, who you’ve been friends with since you were awkward teenagers with spotty faces and bruised knees, whose kisses are like a drug that you’re surely going to get addicted to because how could you not want to do this forever?
Just when you’re considering the logistics of pulling Georgia into your lap to continue this further, she pulls away from you, giggling as she wipes at her lips with captivating fingers.
“Shit, I’ve had way too much to drink,” Georgia says. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
She leans her head back against the wall behind you both, her eyes closed, and you try to keep yourself together, though your heart feels like a fragile sheet of glass that could shatter under even the tiniest amount of pressure.
“It’s fine,” you tell her, even though your lips still burn from her kiss. Even though you’re probably never going to be the same again. “We’re both drunk.”
———
The next morning, Georgia is wearing the most ridiculous pair of sunglasses you’ve ever seen, so huge that they mask half her entire face, but maybe that’s the intention because when she sits down next to you on the coach that’s supposed to take you to Trafalgar Square, she lets out a groan and says, “I don’t think I’ve ever been this hungover in my life.”
“I think I’m still drunk,” you admit. Your head isn’t pounding, it’s just swimming, the alcohol not yet worn off out of your system. It’ll hit you at some point today, you’re sure of that, and it’ll be torture.
“Did I kiss you last night?” Georgia asks, pushing the sunglasses up onto the top of her head and frowning quizzically at you.
The way she asks, it’s almost like she doesn’t quite remember, and that stings a little. It’s pretty much the only thing you’ve thought about in the five drunken hours since it happened.
“Oh,” you say, trying to sound just as casual about it as Georgia does. “Yeah. I’d forgotten about that until you mentioned it.”
The lie is easy because there’s no way that you’re going to admit how affected you are by something as simple as the memory of her lips on yours.
“Yeah, sorry about that,” Georgia grimaces. “Emotional day, and all that. We’re still cool, aren’t we?”
“Course we are,” you answer, and it’s mostly the truth - Georgia could commit a serious crime and you’d still think she was the best person on earth.
She’s got no reason to know the depth of your feelings for her, no reason to understand that kissing you might have done more damage than if you’d never got the chance to feel Georgia’s lips against yours at all.
———
You decide to confide in Keira.
“I think I’m in love with Georgia,” you confess, during pre-season, still ignoring the rumours that Keira might be moving abroad soon too.
“Our Georgia?” she asks for clarification, as if the idea is so ridiculous that she can’t quite believe what you’re telling her. “Georgia Stanway?”
You nod, and Keira presses on with her next question.
“Have you told her?” she asks.
“Why would I do that?” you scoff.
“Why wouldn’t you? What have you got to lose?”
“Only thirteen years of friendship,” you point out.
“Obviously it’s your decision, but worst case scenario she doesn’t feel the same and things carry on as normal.”
“Worst case scenario I lose one of the longest friendships I’ve got,” you interject to correct Keira.
“G’s not like that though,” Keira dismisses your worries with a wave of her hand. “She wouldn’t just cast you aside because of something like this. Anyway, she’s in a different country now. By the time you next see each other she’ll have forgotten all about it and things will be back to normal.”
“I’ll think about it.”
———
You do think about it. In fact, it’s pretty much all you think about.
One international break passes, then another, without you saying anything to Georgia about how you feel. You’re practically glued to her side for the whole of both camps, or maybe she’s glued to yours, because you somehow seem to end up alongside her even when you’re making an effort to not seem like you’re obsessed with her.
That plan clearly isn’t working, because on the penultimate night of the second international break, Keira brings it up when the two of you are alone.
“You’re not being subtle,” she tells you.
“Huh?”
“About G,” she explains. “If you think it’s not obvious you have feelings for her, you’re wrong.”
“Yeah but I’ve told you,” you point out, in a half-hearted attempt to justify the way you’ve probably been staring at Georgia with huge puppy dog eyes for the last week. “You know what you’re looking for.”
“Have you told Leah?” Keira asks, arching an eyebrow. “Because she asked me yesterday if you and Georgia were closer than usual so she’s noticed something too.”
“What did you say?” you demand, your eyes widening in panic.
“Don’t worry, I told her you used to be inseparable at City and that you probably just missed seeing each other every day. I think she bought it.”
You relax, or at least you try to, because if Keira says it’s obvious and even Leah has noticed your heart-eyes, then it can’t be long before Georgia herself realises, and then she’ll surely want to distance herself from you.
“Just talk to her,” Keira pleads with you. “You’re one of my best mates too and I hate seeing you like this. Even if nothing happens between you and Georgia, at least you’ll get closure by talking to her.”
You know that Keira is right. You’ve known Georgia for so long that you’d like to hope she won’t make things weird if you tell her how you feel and she doesn’t feel the same. You need an answer, so you can get over your feelings if nothing is ever going to happen.
And you fully intend to talk to her on the last night of camp. But you have a game tomorrow so you decide not to say anything for the risk of somehow upsetting the equilibrium of the team, and then before you know it Georgia is on a plane back to Munich while you return to Manchester and still nothing has been said.
Another time.
In the meantime, your heart continues to ache for something you’ll probably never get to have.
———
You’ll tell her when she comes home for Christmas, that’s what you decide. No England camp, no training or matches to use as an excuse for not telling her how you feel. Just two old friends catching up on what’s been going on in their lives - and so what if one of the most important thing that’s going on in yours is the depth of the feelings you currently have for your best friend?
You’re nervous for two full days before you see Georgia, your heart pounding each time you think of the enormity of the conversation you need to have with her. Telling her how you feel could change everything for better or for worse and even right up to the moment when you’re on your way to meet her, you’re still not sure if you have the courage to actually tell her.
You meet Georgia for lunch at Jill’s coffee shop, because Georgia’s only in Manchester for a few days before she jets off to Barcelona to see Keira and she wants to see as many people as she can while she’s back, but once you’ve both shared a bit of playful banter with Jill when she brings you your food and drinks, the two of you are left alone in a quiet corner of the shop.
“I’ve been dying to tell you something,” Georgia says, almost as soon as Jill leaves you alone. “I was gonna text you but I really wanted to tell you in person.”
She loves you too. That’s the first conclusion that your brain jumps to, because you can’t think of anything else she might have to tell you that’s important enough to be said face-to-face rather than over the phone.
She loves you too. She loves you t-
“I’m seeing someone,” Georgia announces.
And just like that, your heart shatters into a million tiny pieces.
She doesn’t love you.
“You are?” you ask, trying not to let the pain show on your face - this is supposed to be your best friend telling you that she’s found somebody, after all, and if you weren’t hopelessly in love with Georgia yourself, you’d surely be happy about this development in her life.
“Yeah, a guy back in Germany. His name’s Nico - he’s one of Syd’s mates so I met him through her. It’s still really new, like he’s not my boyfriend or anything, but we’ve been on a couple of dates and I think it’s going pretty well.”
“Cool,” you say, and then immediately kick yourself, because what kind of heartless idiot says cool when their best friend announces they’re dating someone, which is why you add, “I’m so happy for you.”
There’s a degree of truth to your words. Though on a selfish level you want Georgia to reciprocate your feelings and be happy with you, that’s not very likely to happen when you’re too much of a coward to tell her how you feel and obviously the most important thing is that Georgia is happy with whoever she chooses. You just hope that if it can’t be with you, that this Nico guy at least treats her well and gives her the happiness she deserves.
“Anyway, what’s going on with you?” Georgia asks, taking a sip of her hot chocolate. “Any big life updates?”
If there was ever a moment to tell Georgia that you’re in love with her, it would be now, when she’s inviting you to open up about what’s been going on in your life. But Georgia is clearly excited about this guy that she’s dating, or else she wouldn’t have waited until she saw you in person before making it the first thing she brought up, and what kind of friend would you be if you tried to ruin that for your own selfish reasons?
“Nothing much,” you answer with a shrug. “Nothing as exciting as your news. Anyway, tell me about Munich. Are the German lessons still kicking your arse?”
———
Keira calls you a few days later, when you know that Georgia is in Barcelona too, probably sharing the same news about her dating life with Keira that she told you the other day.
“You’ve seen G, then?” she asks, once you’ve caught up on your own lives.
“Yeah, we had lunch together a few days ago.”
“Did she tell you…?”
“About her new boyfriend?” you interject, completing Keira’s question. “Yeah.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” Keira asks.
You can practically hear the pity in her voice and it cuts you almost as much as Georgia’s news about her dating life.
“There’s nothing to talk about,” you try to dismiss it quickly, before you end up getting upset, or angry, or both. “She’s happy, that’s all that matters. I missed my chance.”
“Did you ever tell her?”
Keira doesn’t need to elaborate on exactly what she’s asking about and for that you’re grateful.
“No,” you answer. “But it’s too late now anyway.”
“I don’t think it is,” Keira counters. “It doesn’t sound very serious yet with this German guy.”
“Keira, if there was any chance she felt the same she’d have told me.”
“You mean like you’ve told her how you feel?” Keira asks.
Though you can’t actually see Keira’s face, you can picture it, one eyebrow arched at you and mouth twitching at the corners as she calls you out.
“It’s different,” you try to argue. “She wouldn’t be dating someone else if she had feelings for me.”
“Well if you aren’t ever going to tell her, maybe you should think about dating someone else. You know, a couple of the Barca girls are single. If you don’t mind the distance, I could put in a good word for you.”
There’s only one person you’d be willing to put in the effort required for a successful long distance relationship, and it’s Georgia. Besides, while Keira’s right that you’ll have to think about dating someone else eventually, it doesn’t feel fair to mess with somebody else’s feelings before you’ve at least tried to put your feelings for Georgia behind you.
“I’m good, thanks Ke,” you promise Keira.
“Well if you change your mind…”
“I’ll let you know as soon as I do.”
———
You don’t change your mind. Not about being willing for Keira to set you up with one of her club teammates, at least. You do, however, reconsider your decision not to tell Georgia about how you feel.
What can the harm be? If anything, the German boyfriend is a safety net because you have less optimism that Georgia feels the same, fully prepared for her to let you down.
You phone Georgia when she’s back in Germany in January, entering the conversation with your heart already wrapped in bubble-wrap, in theory protected from being broken.
“Hey G, are you busy?”
“I’m never too busy to talk to you,” Georgia replies.
Your heart soars, giving you the courage to say, “Cool, well there’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Go on, I’m listening.”
“I was gonna say something when you were back in England but then you … well, you had your news and I didn’t want to ruin that.”
You pause and take a deep breath, glad that you’re doing this over the phone so that Georgia can’t see the sheer physical anguish you’re going through to psych yourself up to tell her this.
“I love you.”
There’s a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then Georgia speaks.
“Aw, you big softie,” she teases you. “Love you too.”
You close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose. Part of you wants to leave it there, the idea of having to correct Georgia’s misunderstanding somehow even worse than having to admit you love her in the first place, but you can hear Keira’s voice in your head telling you to grow a pair and tell Georgia how you really feel.
“No, I … I mean that I love you,” you clarify. “Not just as a friend. Like, I’m properly in love with you.”
“Oh,” Georgia says. There’s silence on the other end of the line as she processes what you’ve told her, before she eventually repeats, “Oh. Shit, okay.”
It’s not exactly the reaction you were hoping for and though you’d prepared yourself for probable rejection, you couldn’t actually have prepared for the punch in the gut that is the pure surprise from Georgia, as if the idea of there being anything more than friendship between the two of you is so far-removed that she’s never once even considered the possibility.
“Forget I said anything,” you say quickly, eager to put this torturous ordeal behind you. “I’m just being stupid. It’s nothing I can’t get over.”
“No, wait!” Georgia blurts out. “It’s not stupid. It’s just … unexpected, I guess. You’ve surprised me, that’s all.”
“I’m sorry,” you mumble.
“No, don’t apologise! I’m glad you told me. The thing is, I do love you too. Just as a friend.”
And despite all the preparation you did beforehand to try to protect yourself from the pain of inevitable rejection, hearing Georgia confirm aloud what you already knew still causes your heart to splinter into tiny pieces.
“Okay,” you say, trying to swallow the lump that’s formed in your throat. “That’s what I needed to hear. Now I can move on. And I understand if you don’t want anything to do with me-”
“Are you kidding?” Georgia interrupts you. “This doesn’t change anything. It takes courage to tell someone how you feel. I’m not gonna punish you for that. Anyway, you’ll always be super important to me. So unless you need a bit of space…?”
“No,” you’re quick to say. “I don’t need space.”
“Then you’re not getting rid of me anytime soon,” Georgia reassures you.
A single tear spills from your eye and you wipe it away quickly, even though Georgia can’t see you, because you’re worried that if you let it trickle the whole way down your cheek, it’ll be followed by a flood. The only thing that could make this more embarrassing that it already is would be if you burst into tears and Georgia heard you crying.
“Thanks, G.”
———
“I hate to admit it, but you were right,” you tell Keira, as you make your way out to the training pitch at St George’s Park on the first morning of the February international break, a few weeks on from telling Georgia how you feel - how you felt. “I just needed closure.”
“From Georgia?” Keira asks for clarification.
“Yeah. It turns out that finding out she doesn’t feel the same was a really quick way to shut down whatever stupid feelings I thought I had for her.”
“I think you’re being hard on yourself. It’s not stupid to catch feelings, especially for someone like G.”
“It was just emotion from the Euros,” you try to explain. “Then the distance. I was missing her. I got a bit carried away, that’s all. Anyway, she’s got her German guy now.”
“Not anymore,” Keira tells you. “That fizzled out a while ago.”
“It did?” you ask, your head jerking up in surprise when you hear the news. “She never told me that.”
“Yeah, well…” Keira trails off with a grimace, and you don’t need her to finish her sentence to understand what she’s saying.
“Right.”
You probably sacrificed your right to hear about Georgia’s personal life when you attempted to insert yourself into it by confessing your feelings for her. And if you’re completely honest, though you still talk to Georgia pretty often, there has been a slight shift in what you talk about, more superficial football chat and fewer deep conversations about all the other stuff going on in your lives.
Not for the first time since telling Georgia how you felt, you wonder if admitting your feelings was the wrong decision after all.
You hear footsteps behind you, the telltale sound of studs against concrete, and you turn to see Georgia, who inserts herself between you and Keira and drapes an arm around each of your shoulders.
“Hey guys, whatcha talking about?”
“The weather,” Keira is quick to save you the turmoil of having to come up with a lie yourself. “Thought it was cold in Barcelona at this time of year but I’d forgotten how much worse it is in England.”
“This?” Georgia scoffs, gesturing at the bleak grey sky above. “It’s tanning weather. I don’t know what you’re complaining about.”
“You’re mad,” Keira says, shaking her head as she eyes up Georgia’s bare arms.
“Not mad,” Georgia counters with a grin. “Just happy to be back in England with my best mates.”
You don’t know how it makes you feel, hearing Georgia refer to you as a “best mate” again. She’s clearly making an effort to make sure you know that nothing has changed, that your sudden confession of feelings a few weeks ago hasn’t made Georgia think any differently of you than she thinks of Keira. But it still stings a little, all those hours spent wondering what if and picturing a hypothetical parallel universe in which Georgia returns your affection coming to nothing.
In the back of your mind, it registers that a public friendzoning shouldn’t hurt if you were as over your feelings for Georgia as you claimed to Keira that you were, but you push that thought down for now.
———
You don’t actually speak to Georgia alone until later, hanging out in one of the communal recreation areas during the free time you get between a gym session and dinner.
“I meant what I said earlier,” Georgia says. “It’s good to be back together again. And we haven’t seen each other in person since…”
Georgia trails off, leaving you to fill in the rest yourself.
Deciding that the best way to get past the slight awkwardness is just to acknowledge exactly what happened and laugh it off, you say, “Since I told you I liked you?”
Georgia’s eyes widen, slightly surprised that you’re so blasé about the situation, but she passes it off quickly and says, “Yeah.”
“I’m sorry if I put you in a weird position,” you apologise. “I just needed to say something, even if you didn’t feel the same way, for peace of mind, you know? Just feelings that had been brewing under the surface since the emotion of the Euros…”
“Since the Euros?” Georgia interjects, surprised once again.
“Yeah, but I don’t feel that way anymore,” you continue, fully aware of the fact that your cheeks are starting to heat up with embarrassment. “I got closure and I moved on. I hope things can go back to normal between us.”
Georgia hesitates for a second, like she’s still trying to process everything, before her face splits open into a huge grin.
“Yeah, of course. Nothing’s changed at all.”
You try to remember what normal friends who haven’t admitted feelings for each other talk about, and your mind immediately wanders to the guy she told you about when she was last home. The guy that, if Keira is to be believed, is no longer in the picture.
“How’s it going with that guy you’re dating?” you ask, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from Georgia too.
“Nico? I’m not seeing him anymore. Like he was nice, but he was … I don’t know, he was just nice. There was no real spark, or nothing.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.”
It’s partially true. If you can’t have Georgia yourself, you want her to be happy with somebody, though you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t done some social media stalking after she told you about him and he didn’t seem like anybody particularly remarkable. In a way, it’s a relief to hear that confirmed by Georgia herself.
“Nah, it’s fine,” Georgia says, dismissing your words with a casual wave of her hand. “It wasn’t serious anyway. And I wanted to tell you it was over but I didn’t know how. I didn’t want you to think I was messing with your feelings, or anything.”
“I get it,” you assure Georgia. “But you don’t have to worry about that. There aren’t any feelings to mess with anymore. That’s all behind me.”
Georgia narrows her eyes just slightly, like she’s not quite sure she believes you, but it passes so quickly that you might have imagined it.
“Cool,” Georgia says. “Anyway, did you see that worldie I scored in training earlier?”
And so the conversation moves on, back to normal with your best friend.
———
It does go back to how it was before, for which you’re relieved. Your biggest worry about admitting your feelings for Georgia was that it would ruin your friendship if she didn’t reciprocate, so you’re glad that you’re still just as close as you were before Christmas.
The problem is that now you’re back to talking to Georgia all the time, whether that’s messaging each other, ganging up together on Leah in the group chat, or FaceTiming to have a general catch up about life, you’re starting to realise that maybe you’re not over your feelings for her after all.
Can you really be blamed? Georgia is like a human ray of sunshine, lighting up your world with her silly jokes and beautiful smile, even from another country.
Surely everybody who meets Georgia falls a little bit in love with her?
Still, Georgia has made it pretty clear that your relationship is never going to move beyond friends, and you’re content to have her in your life in whatever way she’ll allow you, even if you’re still harbouring feelings for her.
You don’t tell Keira either. She asks you about Georgia a couple of times, just casual questions in passing which you respond to with reassurances that you’re getting along like old friends again, that her rejection was enough to extinguish your feelings. If there’s one thing that’s more humiliating than admitting to your best friend that you’re in love with her only to be turned down, it’s having to deal with the constant pity of another friend concerned about a possible broken heart. So you tell Keira that everything is fine and she seems to believe you.
It is fine. You are fine.
(And if you tell yourself that enough times, one day it’ll eventually become true.)
———
You have a plan.
And it’s not a plan that you’re making because you’re in love with Georgia. It’s a plan for your best mate who lives abroad and you miss dearly.
So when Georgia’s Bayern Munich team draws Arsenal in the quarter final of the Champions League, you go straight to the airport from training on the day of the match and catch the next flight to Munich to watch her play.
As you sit next to Georgia’s mum in the stadium, who makes a comment about how nice it is that her daughter’s best friend has flown all the way from Manchester just to support her in one game, you try telling yourself that you’re not just here for Georgia, that you know Leah and Lotte and several of the other Arsenal girls and you’ve come to watch them too, but as the game progresses you’re only really watching one person.
You’ve always known that Georgia is good - you’ve played alongside her for more than a decade at England age groups and then at City, watched her put in tackles that others wouldn’t dare to try and score goals from outside the box that would make anybody drool. But there’s a big difference between seeing Georgia play in training or when you’re on the same team as her, and actually watching her play. It’s an exciting match, a close match, with good performances from players on both sides, but you watch Georgia far more than any other players, your eyes tracking her even when she’s off the ball.
Bayern come away with the win, though only just, and you’re already trying to figure out whether you can make it down to London and back in a single night next week for the second leg that promises to be as exciting as the first. For the quality of football, you tell yourself, not just for another chance to see the best friend that you miss terribly.
You watch as Georgia greets the fans, smiling for pictures and signing shirts in the process, slowly making her way along the edge of the pitch until she reaches the area where you are. Her eyes search the crowd, no doubt looking for her mum, but she does a double take when she spots you and you carefully manoeuvre your way forward until you’re close enough to talk to her.
“What are you doing here?” Georgia asks, disbelief in her eyes.
“I’m here to see Leah,” you joke.
“Oh, I’ll just go and fetch her for you then, shall I?” Georgia grins at you. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”
“Have you never heard of a surprise?”
Georgia just rolls her eyes.
“How long are you here for?” she asks.
“Just tonight,” you answer. “I managed to convince Gareth to let me have tomorrow off training so I fly back first thing. I wish I could stay longer, but we’ve got a league game at the weekend.”
“Are you coming next week?” Georgia asks. “To the second leg? At the Emirates?”
“Do you want me to come?”
Georgia nods enthusiastically and says, “Yeah, course I do.” She pauses, then adds, “Only if you want to, though. I know it’s a long way to travel.”
“I’ll be there,” you promise. A wicked smile spreads across your face as you add, “To see Leah again, of course.”
Georgia rolls her eyes and says, “Dickhead.”
“Be nice, Georgia,” Georgia’s mum interjects. “She’s come all this way to see you.”
“Relax, mum, it’s just banter,” Georgia protests. “She knows I love her really.”
Love. That word again. Because Georgia does love you, of that you’re certain, but not in the way you want her to.
But as you look down at your best friend over the barrier that separates the players from the fans, her brown eyes alight and a smile on her face as she stares back at you, you realise that you’ll take Georgia’s love, however much of it there is and in whatever form it comes in, just to see her smile like this.
———
The weather is terrible. Unrelenting rain turns the four hour drive from Manchester to London into a five and a half hour drive with limited visibility on the motorways. The prospect of spending an evening in this torrential downpour for at least the two hours of the match, possibly longer if the game goes to extra time and penalties, is brightened only with the knowledge that you get to see your best friend again just a week after you last saw her.
Unfortunately the game doesn’t go Bayern’s way. Despite bringing in a one goal lead from the first leg, that hard work is quickly undone by two Arsenal goals in quick succession in the first half. You’re largely neutral to the outcome of this game, except that you aren’t because you want to see Georgia succeed, and she seems to double her efforts when Bayern go behind, putting even more into every challenge, every pass, determined not to lose.
You’re kidding yourself if you think you’re a neutral fan in this game because when the final whistle goes and the Arsenal fans start celebrating a hard-fought victory, your heart aches for Georgia and what could’ve been. But Georgia is a ray of sunshine, even in defeat, and still makes time for all the fans.
When you finally get to see her, inside the stadium after she’s showered and changed out of her wet kit, you’re actually more disappointed than she is about the outcome of the game.
“That’s football, isn’t it?” Georgia says with a shrug, after you’ve exchanged a long hug and offered her your commiserations. “Thanks for coming down though. It’s good to see you again. I missed you.”
Her words make your heart flutter and you play it off the only way you know how - with humour.
“It’s only been a week, G,” you remind her, rolling your eyes.
“A week is a long time when we used to see each other every day,” she points out.
“And whose fault is that?” you tease her.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Georgia rolls her eyes at you. “What are you doing now?”
It’s already late and the drive back to Manchester will be a long one so as much as you want to hang around and cherish every moment with Georgia, you know you need to get on the road soon.
“Gotta drive back home soon,” you tell her.
“To Manchester?” Georgia asks her eyes wide. “Nah, no way I’m letting you drive back through the night, especially not in this weather.”
“But…”
“No buts,” Georgia interrupts you. “I’ll text you the address of our hotel and you can stay with me. Drive back in the morning.”
You’re supposed to have training in the morning and you don’t want to imagine the trouble you’ll get yourself into if you don’t show up. But this is Georgia, and is a bit of a telling off from the coaches not worth spending a bit of extra time with her? Besides, can you not just set an early alarm and drive back home straight to the training ground in the morning? You’re not needed until ten anyway…
“Fine,” you nod, trying to pretend that the decision was harder than it actually was, pretending that you wouldn’t jump off a cliff for Georgia with very little hesitation if she asked you nicely enough.
———
Georgia meets you in the lobby of her hotel just over thirty minutes later, already dressed in pyjamas with a battered pair of sliders on her feet. She grins when she sees you and reaches straight for your hand, not even bothering with a proper greeting.
“Come on,” Georgia says, dragging you into the lift and pressing the button for the fifth floor. “Before anyone sees you.”
The lift doors rattle shut and it starts to rise. You turn to Georgia and ask, “Is this gonna get you in trouble?”
Georgia grins at you, then replies, “Only if we get caught.”
Your heart is pounding in your chest, so loud that Georgia must be able to hear it echoing around the confined elevator too, and you’re not sure if it’s racing from the thrill of trying not to get caught or because Georgia’s hand is still in yours, her warm palm pressed against yours and your fingers tangled together.
Does Georgia even realise that she’s still holding your hand, or the effect that it’s having on you? Because it’s pretty much all you can think about as the lift ascends, your heart hammering away until the rush of blood in your ears is so strong that you might faint.
The lift can’t reach Georgia’s floor soon enough, but eventually it does arrive and the doors slide open with a soft ping, and then Georgia is dragging you along the carpeted hallway until she reaches the door to her room.
“Shhh,” Georgia hisses as she unlocks the door, ushering you inside as she finally lets go of your hand. “In you go.”
You enter Georgia’s hotel room and she closes the door behind the two of you. It’s a pretty standard room, a large double bed in the middle, a tv screen hanging from the wall beside a door that leads to the adjoining bathroom. Georgia’s suitcase is open on the floor, a few clothes strewn across the floor and the chair in the corner.
“Do you want a shower to warm up?” Georgia asks you. “I can lend you some spare clothes to sleep in.”
“Yeah, sounds nice,” you nod, shivering as you’re reminded that you’re still wearing your rain-soaked clothes from earlier.
Georgia kneels beside her suitcase and rummages around in it until she pulls out a spare pair of shorts with the Bayern logo on them and an oversized t-shirt, which she passes to you as she stands up again.
“Spare towel is on the rail in the bathroom,” she explains. “Pass us your wet clothes when you’ve taken them off and I’ll hang them up to dry.”
You smile your thanks and wander into the bathroom, turning on the hot water of the shower before stripping out of your wet clothes. Wrapping a towel around yourself for warmth and modesty, you open the door just wide enough to pass your clothes through to Georgia, who promises to hang them up by the radiator to dry overnight, before shutting yourself in the bathroom and stepping into the shower to warm up.
You spend longer than you probably need to in the shower but the warm water cascading over your head is more than welcome and it gives you time to think. To think about the fact that you’re here in Georgia’s hotel room, about to spend the night in her bed, wearing her spare clothes, when you should really be halfway up the motorway back to Manchester right now.
For some reason, your conscience warning you against this appears in the form of Keira’s voice.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Keira’s voice asks you in your head. “You’re still trying to get over her. Is this really going to help?”
“It’s fine,” you whisper aloud into the empty bathroom, your words masked by the sound of water hitting the tiles. “We’re just friends and that’s fine.”
It’s far from the first sleepover you’ve had with Georgia. You’ve known each other for well over a decade and spent your teenage years sleeping over at each other’s houses gossiping and giggling well into the night until a parent came in to hush you and urge you to get some sleep. You’ve shared rooms on countless camps before, during tournaments with England or on away trips with Manchester City. And since growing up and getting your own places, there have been movie nights that ended late where it was easier for one of you to stay over instead of driving back late.
In short, you’ve shared a bed with Georgia many times before.
You haven’t shared a bed since you realised you had feelings for her last summer, and definitely not since you admitted those feelings a couple of months ago.
But if Georgia’s comfortable with it, then you shouldn’t have a problem either.
You finally get out of the shower, when you’re completely warmed through and your fingertips are starting to shrivel from being under the water for so long. You dry off and change into the clothes borrowed from Georgia, then spend a bit of time drying your hair with a towel and brushing your teeth using the spare hotel-issued brush still in its plastic wrapper, before you eventually unlock the bathroom door and return to the bedroom.
Georgia is sitting upright in bed looking down at the screen of her phone, bathed in the yellow glow of the bedside lamp. She glances up when she hears the bathroom door open and smiles, whether at the sight of you in her clothes or some other reason, you’re not quite sure.
“You still like to sleep furthest from the door, right?” she asks, shuffling across to leave plenty of room for you in the bed beside her.
“You gonna protect me from intruders?” you tease her, as you clamber into the empty side of the bed.
Georgia is a few inches shorter than you, but you’ve seen the way she tackles on a football pitch and you have no doubt that she’d do better in a fight than you.
“Course I will,” Georgia grins back at you. “Ready for bed? Can I turn the light off?”
You nod and settle yourself down, adjusting the pillow and pulling the covers up over your shoulders as you roll onto your side. Georgia flicks off the light, then there’s some shuffling on her side of the bed, before you both fall still.
With your eyes not yet adjusted to the darkness, you can’t actually see Georgia more than just a shadow on her side of the bed, but you’re pretty sure she’s lying on her side facing you.
And that’s when it truly hits you. You’re sharing a bed with Georgia, close enough to touch her, close enough to be able to hear her breathing, but knowing that you can’t do anything about the ache in your chest.
You have no idea how you’re going to calm your mind or your heart enough to be able to fall asleep tonight.
You shiver - whether that’s because you’re still cold or for some other reason like Georgia’s proximity - but it’s enough that she notices.
“Shit, are you still cold?” Georgia whispers into the darkness.
“No, it’s fine,” you say, but your body betrays you again with another shiver.
“Come here,” Georgia says, though it’s her, not you, that closes the gap between you, shuffling her body closer until she can wrap her arms around you and pull your body against hers. Your feet intertwine at the bottom of the bed, hers warmer than yours, though she makes no complaint. “Nothing warms you up like a little cuddle.”
It’s not just a little cuddle though. This is a cuddle with your best friend who you’re more than a little bit in love with, who is kind enough to let you stay here despite the fact she could get in trouble, who has lent you her clothes and let you use her shower and now offers her arms to keep you warm. Your best friend who can surely now feel as well as hear the pounding of your heart as you nestle your body against hers beneath the covers.
Your eyes have started adjusting to the darkness and now you can see how close her face is to yours, your foreheads separated by barely an inch, and she’s staring right back at you, her warm breath hitting your face with each exhale.
“G…”
You breathe her name into the space between your lips, ready to tell her that you can’t do this, ready to admit that you still have feelings for her and that you need to leave, drive back to Manchester even though it’s the middle of the night and you’ve got no dry clothes, because otherwise you might do something that you regret.
But you don’t get the chance to say anything, because suddenly Georgia’s warm lips are on yours, soft and unmoving and so incredibly tentative, but also so right.
She lingers for a few seconds, then pulls back, her chest rising and falling more deeply than before with each breath, as she asks, “Sorry, I … was that okay?”
“You shouldn’t kiss me if you don’t mean it,” you say, just about ready to combust into tears, such is the intensity of the feelings overwhelming your entire body for the other girl.
You don’t know what to expect from Georgia, but it’s definitely not what she says next.
“And what if I do mean it?”
Her voice is quiet, her words cautious. You’re so used to Georgia being her usual loud and effervescent self that you barely recognise the tone of her voice, but she sounds almost vulnerable.
“I’m so far gone on you, G,” you admit. “I thought I could get over you but I can’t. I need you to know that you could shatter my heart and stamp on all the tiny pieces and I’d still want to be yours. And if there’s even the smallest part of you that doesn’t mean it, then we should forget that ever happened and…”
You don’t get to finish your sentence because Georgia’s mouth is on yours again, hotter and more insistent this time. You gasp as she kisses you and her mouth opens too, her hand coming up to cup your jaw as her tongue swipes past your lips. The sound you let out is involuntary and you would be embarrassed, if not for the fact that you can’t think of anything except Georgia - her lips on yours, her body wrapped around you, her hands burning your skin.
Eventually, breathing becomes a necessity and Georgia must agree because she pulls back, though only far enough to lean her forehead against yours as she says, “I think I’m in love with you.”
“You think?” you ask, needing Georgia to be absolutely certain before you let yourself hope.
“I’m pretty sure,” Georgia corrects herself. “I’m still figuring it out but I’ve been thinking about it ever since you told me you liked me, and then when you showed up in Munich last week to surprise me … nobody’s ever done something like that for me before. And I can’t imagine anyone else making me feel the way that you do. You’re so much more to me than just a best mate. You’re … you’re everything to me.”
“Do you really mean it?”
Georgia nods.
“Whatever I have to do to convince you I mean it…”
“Just hold me,” you tell her, pushing your body further into hers and nuzzling your face into the crook of her neck.
“Just hold you?” Georgia asks, her hand squeezing your hip, and though you can’t see her face, you can picture the smirk on her face anyway.
You lift your head and use the element of surprise to roll Georgia onto her back, trapping her against the mattress with one of your legs framed on each side of her hips.
“You’ve got other suggestions, have you?” you ask her, raising your eyebrows at her as you sweep your damp hair out of your face.
Her hands settle on your hip tentatively, like she knows what she wants but isn’t quite sure yet whether it’s okay.
“I’ve got some ideas,” Georgia admits, fighting off a mischievous smile.
“Yeah?”
You lean down, still hardly able to believe that this is Georgia telling you that she loves you, that she wants you in the same way that you want her, as you press your lips to hers again. You hope that you’ll never get tired of kissing her because each time feels more magical than the last, as you slowly get used to the way that her lips move, to the things that make her breath catch in her throat as she kisses you back, and you know that there’s a whole other side of your oldest friend that’s now open for you to get to know and explore.
It would be so easy to get carried away, especially when Georgia’s hands, already dangerously low on your hips, start to slide lower, but there will be plenty of time for that, you hope. You’ve waited long enough, thirteen long years, for this to happen. You can wait a little longer.
You reluctantly detach your lips from Georgia’s and settle back against her side, one of your legs slung over her hips and her hands coming up to wrap around your back as you lie half on top of her.
“Another time,” you tell her, as you let your eyes flicker shut, knowing that sleep will be easy to come by with Georgia’s arms around you.
“That’d better be a promise,” Georgia murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple.
You don’t say anything, just laugh softly, and snuggle into her until sleep takes you both.
———
You wake in a different position, spooning Georgia from behind, but no less content than you were when you fell asleep. Georgia is still fast asleep, body rising and falling with each deep breath, and you manage to carefully extract your arms from around her so that you can reach for your phone on the bedside table to check the time.
You let out a soft groan when you see the time because you’re supposed to be at training in Manchester in less than two hours, and as perfect as last night was, finally getting an admission from Georgia that she feels the same, you now have to deal with the consequences of staying overnight in London instead of driving back home last night after the match.
You slip out of bed as quietly as you can, intending to go into the bathroom to call Gareth and give him some kind of made up excuse about why you’re not going to be at training. Something that doesn’t involve having to admit that you prioritised a girl over your career, even though Georgia is so much more than just a girl and last night will hopefully be the first of many that you get to experience falling asleep in her embrace, but you’re not so sure that your manager will understand or approve.
But before you can make it as far as the bathroom, you hear a sleepy voice from behind you.
“You’re not sneaking out on me, are you?”
You turn to the most adorable sight, a sleepy Georgia rubbing at her bleary eyes as she pushes herself up onto one elbow, her hair sticking up at an awkward angle on the side she slept on.
“No, of course not,” you promise her. You hold up your phone and explain, “I just need to make a call. I’ve got training today and obviously I’m not going to make it.”
“Come back to bed,” Georgia pleads with you.
“One sec,” you say, calling Gareth and lifting your phone to your ear as you sit down on the edge of the bed.
When it rings through to voicemail, you’re a little relieved that you don’t actually have to talk to him in person, and you wait for the tone before leaving your message.
“Hi Gareth,” you say, deliberately rasping your voice as you try to sound as sick as you possibly can. “I’m really sorry but I don’t think I’m going to make it into training today. I’m not feeling well and I’ve already been sick once this morning. Sorry again. I’ll catch up with you soon when I’m feeling better. Bye.”
You hang up and toss your phone aside, ignoring the amused look on Georgia’s face as you get back under the covers.
“Pulling a sickie, eh?” she teases you.
“Shut up,” you grumble, though you still cuddle back into Georgia’s side, tangling your legs together beneath the covers once more.
From this close, you’re taken aback by just how pretty she is. Not that it’s the first time you’ve thought that, but seeing her like this, still slightly heavy-eyed from just waking up, looking back at you with adoration mirrored in her dark eyes, and being able to take it all in without having to worry about whether you get caught staring at her, is brand new. And with whatever limited time you have left before you inevitably have to get up and leave the blissful sanctuary of Georgia’s bed, you just want to kiss her, to feel her body against yours so that you have something tangible to remember this by when she has to go back to Munich.
“Can I kiss you?” you ask.
“You don’t have to ask.”
“I do,” you insist. “Because I can’t believe that last night actually happened. I’m still kinda waiting for you to tell me it’s just a prank.”
Georgia presses forward and her lips meet yours. It’s slower than the kisses you exchanged last night before bed, but you sigh happily into the kiss and bring your hand up to cup Georgia’s cheek. She lets out a little noise that you capture with your own mouth as your fingertips brush against a sensitive spot just below her ear and you make a mental note to revisit the spot later, perhaps with your lips and teeth instead, and vow to find every other spot that makes her whimper and melt into putty.
You make out for a while, a lazy exploration of each other’s mouths without any real destination. Having spent at least the last eight months dreaming of getting to spend quiet mornings in bed with Georgia, kissing until it’s hard to tell where you end and she begins, you’d be quite happy to keep doing this for the rest of eternity, but she eventually pulls back.
“I wish I didn’t have to go back to Germany,” Georgia says, echoing your own thoughts.
“But you love it there,” you remind her, trying to be the voice of reason, even though you wish you could both just exist in the cocoon of this hotel room for the rest of time.
“I love it here too.”
“Here being…?”
“With you,” Georgia clarifies, and your face cracks open into a big grin.
“Didn’t know you were so soppy, G,” you tease her.
“Neither did I. I guess you bring it out in me.”
“Charmer,” you say, snuggling into her shoulder and sliding your hand under the hem of her t-shirt so that your fingertips can brush across the skin of her hip bone.
“We should really get up,” Georgia says, though she makes no move to do so.
“Five more minutes?” you ask, nuzzling your face into Georgia’s neck and pressing your lips to her pulse point.
“Go on then. Five more minutes.”
———
It’s another twenty minutes before you eventually drag yourselves out of bed, which means you have to rush to get ready and any chance you might have had to slip out of the hotel before any of Georgia’s teammates see you is ruined when you hear a knock on the door.
You’ve redressed in last night’s clothes, now mostly dry, and grab the last of your things as Georgia opens the door, revealing three of her teammates standing out in the hallway.
“Breakfast?” they ask her, before three pairs of eyes look past Georgia and fall on you, slipping your feet into your trainers.
“I should go,” you say, checking your coat pocket for your car keys and wandering over to where Georgia stands at the door once you’re satisfied you’ve got everything. “Text me when your flight lands.”
“I’ll text you before then,” Georgia says, her hand coming up to rest on your waist as she tilts her head up to press a sweet kiss to your lips. It’s far more chaste than the ones you shared last night and this morning but it’s still enough to draw some sniggers out of her teammates.
“Bye,” you whisper against her lips as you pull away.
“Love you,” she says.
“Love you too.”
As you leave the room and walk down the hall, you can hear Georgia’s teammates starting to tease her loudly behind you, and you enter the lift fighting off a smile that has everything to do with the development of your relationship in the last ten hours.
———
Luckily you don’t have to wait long to see Georgia again because just a few days after the Champions League match, she returns to England for another Lionesses camp as you prepare for the Finalissima against Brazil.
Naturally, you smuggle Georgia into your room almost as soon as she arrives on camp and spend the night trying really hard to keep your hands to yourself, because you’ve waited so long for Georgia to be yours that you’re determined to wait a little longer so that your first time together isn’t at St George’s Park while your teammates are trying to sleep in the rooms on either side of yours. But you settle for kissing her heatedly well into the night and waking up with her head resting on your chest and one of her arms draped around your waist.
You’re in such a good mood when you go down to breakfast on the first morning of camp, that you completely forget that nobody else knows about the new development in your relationship with Georgia. Specifically, you forget that Keira, who knows pretty much every other up and down of the last few months, doesn’t yet know that Georgia reciprocates your feelings.
You sit at your usual table for breakfast, Keira opposite you and Georgia setting her tray down next to yours.
“I’m just gonna get some juice,” Georgia says. “Do you want some?”
“No thanks,” you reply, taking a sip from your mug of coffee.
You watch as Georgia wanders over to the jugs of juice, your gaze following the swish of her ponytail before dropping to appreciate her legs and the shape of her butt in her training shorts. It’s only when Keira kicks you under the table, hard enough to surely leave a bruise on your shin, that you snap out of your trance.
“What?”
“You’re still in love with her, aren’t you?” Keira hisses across the table.
You pause for a second, glancing between Keira and Georgia, who is on her way back to the table with a glass of orange juice, and then you laugh. You can’t help the way that it spills from your throat because Keira is looking at you like being in love with Georgia is the worst thing in the world, and while it might have been painful a week ago, you don’t know how to begin to explain that in the space of just a few days it’s become the best thing that’s ever happened to you.
“What did I miss?” Georgia asks, as she returns to the table and sits down beside you. “What’s so funny?”
“Keira thinks I’m in love with you,” you explain.
Keira’s eyes widen, and now that you’ve got over the initial surprise of her question, you start to wonder if you can have a bit of fun before actually telling her the truth.
Georgia is clearly thinking the same, because she nudges your thigh with hers and says, “Aw, you love me? That’s lame.”
Keira looks even more panicked - understandable given that she’d probably expect Georgia to be a little more considerate towards your feelings if she didn’t reciprocate.
“Can we talk after breakfast?” Keira asks. “Because I’m worried about you. I thought you’d…” Keira’s eyes flit across to Georgia, then back to you, giving you a deliberate look as she says, “… you know.”
“You thought she’d moved on?” Georgia fills in the gap. She puts down her fork, then reaches for your hand, lacing your fingers together and resting them on the table where Keira, and anybody else, can see. “Fat chance of that. She’s obsessed with me.”
Keira looks more confused than ever, and you realise that you probably owe her an explanation.
“G’s my …” You pause, realising that while you’ve both admitted you love each other and there seems to be an understanding that you’re together now, you haven’t actually had a conversation to put an official label on what you are. You turn to Georgia and ask, “Are you my girlfriend?”
“If that’s your way of asking me, it’s not very romantic, is it?” Georgia teases you.
Rolling your eyes, you turn back to Keira and say, “She’s my girlfriend. We’re dating.”
To emphasise your point, you bring your joined hands to your lips and press a kiss to the back of Georgia’s fingers.
Keira’s eyes look like they might pop out of her head at any second.
Leah sits down in the empty seat beside Keira, taking one look at your joined hands, before she says, without a hint of surprise in her voice, “You two have finally got your shit together, then? About bloody time.”
“How are you not more surprised by this?” Keira asks Leah, apparently exasperated by the new development. “I’ve spent months listening to this one,” she jabs an accusatory finger in your direction, “whine on and on about how much she loves Georgia and how Georgia is never going to love her back to the point where I’ve genuinely had sleepless nights worrying about it, only for them to hard launch their apparent relationship by rocking up to breakfast and just holding hands like it’s completely normal!”
Keira is usually so cool and composed, even when under stress, that it’s weird to see her have an outburst like this, but she’s the only one who knows the extent of how much your feelings for Georgia not being reciprocated until now has really affected you over the last few months, and for that she deserves an explanation.
Georgia leans closer to you and whispers, “Babe, I think we broke Keira.”
You’ll have time to process the way that Georgia’s use of the pet name babe makes your heart do an actual somersault in your chest, eager to revisit the subject later, but you probably owe Keira an explanation before she actually combusts.
“I love her,” you tell Keira and Leah. “And it turns out G loves me too, it just took her a while to figure it out. But we’re serious about giving this a go. It’s brand new, which is scary and exciting, but…” You turn to Georgia now, almost forgetting that the others are here too as you get caught in the adoration in Georgia’s eyes. “But she’s my girlfriend, my best mate, the only person I’ve ever felt like this about. So yeah, I’ve been a bit of a mess over the last few months trying to get my head around what I felt for her. But she’s worth it. You’re worth it, Georgia. And I’m lucky I get to call you mine.”
Your words come from the heart and it feels for just a second like the two of you are caught in your own little bubble of blossoming romance.
That is, until Leah bursts it by sarcastically saying, “Well thanks guys, I really didn’t want to keep my breakfast down this morning.”
It doesn’t matter if Leah ruins the moment. You’ve waited for Georgia for far too long to care. And as the news of your relationship filters through camp until the rest of the team knows, met with some surprise, some cries of “I knew it!”, and plenty of teasing, the only thing that matters is Georgia and the fact that you finally get to call yourself hers.
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fasching (georgia stanway x reader)
you've had a crush on georgia for a few months after meeting her at a party in munich. now it's fasching, and you're determined to show her the intricacies of the german holiday - i.e. getting drunk.
warnings: alcohol, fluff
a/n: wanted to write something about georgia and fasching/karneval since, y'know, it's fasching (which is a german holiday at the start of lent where everyone wears costumes and gets drunk, basically)! short and sweet x
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“Well, can I just wear the dirndl I wore for Oktoberfest again?” Georgia asked, frowning.
“No!” you exclaimed. “You need a real costume.”
“What if my costume is an FC Bayern footballer?” she grinned.
“That’s not a real costume. Or at least, it would be if it wasn’t just basically your work uniform,” you said, rolling your eyes. You got out your phone and started swiping through pictures. “Look, one year I went as a cat. Oh, this is when I went as a clown- but, like, a sexy clown. Ugh, this one year we walked in the parade with my grandad’s political party and they were going as sewage workers for some reason? I was like, 13. I was so embarrassed.”
“So it’s basically like Halloween except with a parade,” Georgia said, an eyebrow raised.
You shrugged. “Kind of, but don’t let anyone hear you say that. Germans take Fasching very seriously. Oh, and if anyone tries to tell you it’s called Karneval, ignore them. It’s Fasching.”
“Right,” she nodded slowly, arms folded. “I still don’t really get the point.”
“Do Germans really need an excuse to get drunk and party?” you asked with a grin, and the English player laughed. “Nah, I think it’s to do with lent, but no one really cares about the origins.”
“Oh, like pancake day!” she said, brightening up.
“Oh! Yeah, I guess. I forgot about pancake day,” you shrugged.
“How could you forget about pancake day? It’s the best holiday.”
“English holidays are weird.”
She hummed. “So, what are you going to go as this year?”
You thought for a minute. “I’m not sure yet. Usually it’s something sexy, because if you can’t pick up girls at Fasching when can you, you know?” you said, not meeting Georgia’s eye. You’d had a crush on her since the two of you had met at a party a few months ago. You had hit it off instantly. Since you were half English and had lived there as a child, and she was new in Munich, meeting another English person felt like a breath of fresh air.
She laughed, cheeks tinged pink. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. What d’you think I should go as?”
“Hmm,” you tapped a finger to your chin, eyeing the footballer. “Well, it depends. Do you want to be hot or funny?”
Now her cheeks were bright red. “Uh, I dunno,” she said, laughing nervously.
“Well, we could do a costume together, if you want. That’s a little more fun than just by yourself,” you suggested, and she nodded eagerly.
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By the time Georgia found you at the parade, you’d already had a drink or two and were decidedly on your way to feeling tipsy.
She saw your costume before she saw you. The two of you had spent a while deliberating on what to wear, going back and forth between ideas, before finally settling on Tom and Jerry. You were going as Jerry (although you felt more like Karen from Mean Girls), wearing a grey dress and mouse ears, and Georgia was wearing a cat onesie, with a nose and whiskers painted on her face.
Seeing your mouse ears from across the busy street, she hurried over to where you were waiting with your friends.
“Gee!” you exclaimed when you saw her, pulling her into a hug. “Hi!”
“Hey!” she said, cheeks pink, and nodded to your friends, who were all eyeing her curiously.
“Aha, also sie ist die Fußballerin, in der du schon seit Monaten verknallt bist?” one of your friends said, looking Georgia up and down.
“Klappe!” you said, glaring at her.
“Was? Sie spricht doch eh kein Deutsch, oder?” the friend asked.
Georgia wasn’t sure what you and your friends were talking about. All she really picked up was ‘Fußballerin’ and ‘Deutsch’, so she figured it was about her. Feeling awkward, she tapped your arm.
“Hey, um, I can head out if you want to hang out with your friends a bit,” she suggested, making your heart drop.
“No, no!” you insisted. “They’re being rude. I’d rather hang out with you anyway. I’ve been to plenty of Faschings with them before, this is your first one! Come on, let’s go. Tschüss, Leute.”
Your friends whooped and whistled as you left, making you roll your eyes.
“Sorry about them. I swear they’re really nice, usually. They’re just protective of me,” you explained. “And I’m sorry about the German - they do speak English, it was rude of them not to.”
“Protective of you? Do they see me as a threat?” Georgia laughed.
You shrugged, cheeks pink, not wanting to say that they knew about your huge crush on the footballer. As you headed into a big square filled with people, you quickly changed the subject.
“Okay, so, rule number 1 of Fasching: bring your own drinks,” you told her, pulling a bottle of premixed juice and vodka out of your bag. “There’s places you can buy them, but they’re always super expensive and watered down.”
Georgia nodded seriously, listening intently. “I’m not really meant to be drinking, but I think I can make an exception today,” she admitted, smiling. “At least, I know a lot of the other girls are. I didn’t bring anything with me, though.”
“That’s okay!” you said brightly. “You can share mine. Rule number 2 is don’t get lost. There’s so many people that it fucks with the phone signal, making it impossible to contact people if you get separated.”
She bit her lip, frowning, and you took her hand in yours. “Just keep holding my hand and we’ll be fine!” you said with a grin. Normally you wouldn’t just take her hand like that, but the drinks you’d had were starting to take some effect, giving you a confidence boost.
“Okay,” she laughed, blush rising to her cheeks. “Any other rules?”
“Hmm, not that I can think of,” you said, “Just let me know if it’s too much, okay? I know it’s a lot of people.”
You squeezed her hand and she nodded, taking the bottle from you and taking a swig. You cheered her on, and when she gave you the bottle back you took a drink as well, trying not to think about the fact that your lips were where hers had just been.
“Ready?” you asked, eyes sparkling.
“Ready.”
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2 hours later, you were well and truly drunk, and Georgia wasn’t far behind you. You had watched the parade for a while before getting bored and wandering around together, giggling about people’s costume choices. After an hour of trying to squeeze through the masses of people, you decided to cut through some back alleys, and had ended up staying in one of them, drinking and talking.
“Usually I don’t really like Fasching,” you admitted, hopping up to sit on a brick wall and swaying slightly, holding out your hands to steady yourself. “Woah.”
“Careful,” Georgia giggled, putting her hands on your waist to help ground you. “Why not?”
“Too many people,” you said, voice slurred, waving a hand towards the noise of the parade, which you could hear streets away. “Too loud.”
“That’s fair,” she nodded. “I don’t really like crowds either.”
“What!” you exclaimed. “Why did you come with me then? I wouldn’t have taken you if I’d known. Fasching is awful if you don’t like crowds.”
“Because you asked me to,” she said simply, smiling at you. “It’s not so bad with you.”
“No?” you asked, blushing. You realised Georgia was stood between your legs, her hands still on your waist from steadying you, making your heart flutter.
“Nah,” she said, shaking her head. “It’s, I dunno, easier with you.”
You smiled widely at that, taking another drink from the nearly empty bottle to try and hide how hard you were blushing.
“Hey, what was your friend saying, before?” she asked, wondering whether you were drunk enough to tell her.
“Oh, that,” you said, rolling your eyes, any kind of filter you had gone. “She was asking if you’re the footballer I’ve had a crush on for months.”
You clapped your hands over your mouth when you realised what you’d said. Georgia’s eyebrows were raised, a look of surprise on her face that was quickly replaced by a teasing smile.
“And, am I?” she asked, hands tightening a little on your waist.
You swallowed, trying to think of something clever to say, but the alcohol was making it hard, especially when all you could really think about was the feeling of her hands on your waist and the fact that she was stood between your legs, close enough to kiss you.
“Maybe,” you said, biting your lip.
“Oh, just maybe?” she asked, all the alcohol giving her a boost of confidence. She watched your eyes flit from her eyes to her mouth and back, and leant forward slightly.
You nodded shakily, heart racing as she leant towards you. She paused just short of your face, giving you space to back away if you wanted to, but you leant in enthusiastically, your lips meeting hers.
You were a little too enthusiastic, your mouths bumping into each other, making you both giggle and pull away. Georgia was undeterred, and cupped your face with one hand, steadying you, before leaning in to kiss you.
She tasted sweet, like fruit juice and alcohol, her soft lips perfectly melding against yours. You gasped when her tongue swiped against your bottom lip, and she took the opportunity to kiss you deeper, the hand that was still on your waist moving to your back to pull you closer. You wrapped your arms around her shoulders, jumping when you felt the soft onesie.
She leant back. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I just forgot about the onesie,” you admitted with a laugh. “Wasn’t expecting it.”
“You mean, the cat costume isn’t doing it for you?” she asked with a wink, and you wrinkled your nose.
“I mean, the costume is cute and all, but if I’m honest, I think you’re the one doing it for me. After all, you are the footballer I have a crush on.” you said, making the brunette blush. The painted on nose and whiskers were smudged slightly from your kiss, and you giggled at the sight of her.
“What?” she asked. “Is there something on my face?”
“Nah,” you shook your head, and pulled her in for another kiss.
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“I don’t need you.”
“You don’t, but we do.”
Leah Williamson x Georgia Stanway x Reader
2.8k, I went overboard lol but this was fun to write. Enjoy!
Warnings: mentions of blood and knives. Euros 2022 Final where you’re hurt and the two of them struggle to keep you alive. It gets dark so read at your own risk!
Lionesses v. Germany, Euro 2022 Final. The changing room is tense, all the girls quiet and getting into game mode. You’re in your cubby, listening to a playlist Georgia insisted would get you into the right headspace before a game. Leah sits across from you, leg bouncing and face in a deep frown. Georgia is messing about with Alessia, giggling about some video they saw on Instagram. Everyone has their own way of getting into their headspaces and you find yourself making eye contact with the best captain in the world. Your headphones come off and you walk up to her, eyes softening when you see the fear in her eyes that she so desperately tries to get rid of.
“Come with me for a minute.” You tell her, reaching for her arm.
“I can’t, the game starts in 20 minutes!” Leah loudly whispers but follows you, being dragged into the showers for a little chat.
Georgia had been watching this interaction, excusing herself and following behind Leah quietly. She knew that Leah would be stressed and knew that only you could calm her. She was met with a Leah that was almost in tears and you cradling her head against your chest in the furthest shower stall there was. She sighed softly, heart breaking for Leah. She quietly came towards you, hands wrapping around you both with kisses to both of your foreheads.
“How we doing, Lee?” Georgia asks quietly, hand slowly moving lower to rub her back as you kissed Leah softly and pushed her baby hairs out of her face.
“I feel like my hearts gonna give out. Fuck I can’t catch my breath. What if we lose? What if we just fucking throw this game away and fuck up and it’s all my fault? I really don’t know what Sarina was thinking, picking me as captain. Someone else deserves this arm band, I might just-“
She was cut off by half the team in the showers looking at her and hearing her ramble. She was so in her head that she didn’t notice that Georgia had taken your spot and you went and called the rest of the girls still in the changing rooms into the shower to comfort their captain. Tears stained her cheeks and Georgia did her best to wipe them away. You were beside her again, holding her hand and rubbing her forearm.
“No one would have been able to bring us this far, Lee. Everyone on this team knows you’re the only one who deserves to wear that arm band.” Lucy spoke up, all the girls nodding in agreement.
“You’re the best part of all of us, Leah. Come on, we’ve got a trophy to win alright? Save some of those tears for after will ya? Don’t waste them!” Ella yelled, all the girls cheering their captain on as she finally had a smile on her face. It was the most beautiful smile both you and Georgia had ever seen and you wanted to keep it on her face for as long as possible.
Kick-off
The game was going alright. Germany had maintained good defense over the first half, nearly scoring but Mary Earps was a force to be reckoned with. The second half saw Tooney thrust the Lionesses into the lead with a beautiful chip over the keeper. Germany doubled down and equalized ten minutes after, the wear and tear of the tournament finally showing as the Lionesses let that one slip. Of course, it had to be Chloe Kelly who sent in the winning goal, doing a well-earned shirtless celebration as the final whistle was blown two minutes later. You all piled on top of her, celebrations rampant as the Wembley stadium erupted with the same shouts of celebrations.
You didn’t see him coming. You didn’t see the glint of a 4-inch blade drawn from his back pocket. Security too busy holding out other fans from spilling onto the pitch. He made a beeline for you, eyes dark and angry. He grabbed you by the shoulder and before you knew it, the knife stabbed into the right side of your abdomen. The sheer shock of it all sent you to the ground hunched over, hand pressed to your side as he pulled the knife out and disappeared into the crowd.
Leah notices first. Her eyes looked all over for you till she heard yells from the crowd of your name. A little puddle of red alarmed her as she suddenly saw you laying on the grass in a pool of your own blood.
“Y/N!” she yelled. Crouching down beside you, holding your wound. “FUCKING CALL THE MEDICS!” was what registered next. Georgia suddenly appeared beside you; hand pressed over Leah’s as they both tried to stop the bleeding. The crowd was so silent you could hear a straw drop.
“You’re going to be okay, darling. I need you to stay awake for me, sweet. Keep looking at me baby, shh shh it’s okay. We’re getting you help.” Georgia spoke but she sounded so far away. Your eyes closed for a second before Leah slapped your face gently and your eyes opened again. She was crying, Georgia was too. “Stay with me, love. I love you so much,” was the last thing you heard before you couldn’t fight the urge to sleep any longer.
That beeping noise was immensely irritating. Beep, beep, beep. Why were there so many tubes and shit tangled around me? It’s a little chilly in here, would it kill you to turn the heat on? I mean seriously, these tubes are a nightmare. Your thoughts are interrupted by a pair of blue eyes that would make anyone look twice. Leah’s eyes. You could pick them out in a crowd. So blue and so full of emotion you could read her like an open book. What was she doing here?
“Y/N/N, welcome back my darling.” Leah says, her voice still distant but clear.
“She’s awake? Don’t lie to me Leah, it’s not funny.” A second voice enters the room. It’s familiar too, accent thick with worry. Georgia’s dark brown eyes show themselves as they both hover over you. It’s nice, they’re doing you a favor by blocking out those pesky bright lights.
There are suddenly more people in the room than you’d like, poking and prodding at you. Hands that you do not want touching you thankfully do their work fast and efficiently. They switch out your oxygen mask for tubes and give you another pillow and your sad hospital lunch. They’ve left the room in 20 minutes, the two girls whom you want near you finally able to settle on either side of your bed away from prying eyes.
“You scared us half to death, Y/N.” Leah says with a sad voice you never want her to use again. Tears well up in Georgia’s eyes and they both hold your hand that is resting on your stomach.
“What happened? I-I can’t remember it that well, it’s all so hazy.” You say with a sore throat. Georgia is quick to give you some water, holding the straw for you to sip. You drink for a while, thankful for the cold liquid soothing your parched throat.
Leah’s eyes are uncertain, doubtful if she wants to make you relive yesterday morning. The stabbing had sent you into a deep sleep, thankfully only for a day. The ambulance that brought you here was at the pitch within two minutes of the call to 999. The two girls never left your side, Georgia following you into the ambulance as Leah was driven right behind the ambulance by Alessia and the rest of the girls. The win was forgotten, every single one of them only had you on their minds. Leah was a mess in the car, shaking like a leaf as Alessia sped after the ambulance. Tooney and Lucy held her, keeping her calm and reassuring her that you’d be alright. She believed them, telling herself over and over on the quick ride to the hospital that you’d be okay.
Georgia kept it together in the ambulance, one of the loves of her life holding on as much as she could. It was so hard to look at you in the stretcher, beautiful face pale and sickly. Her hands and shirt were covered in your blood, the paramedics managing to stuff your wound with gauze and the bleeding was controlled. She knew you’d be okay, her heart hoping Leah knew that too. She held onto your hand tightly, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you fell in and out of consciousness. She recognized the white Mercedes weaving through traffic, hazards on and following the speeding ambulance. She told you that the girls were right behind us and that Leah was right there with them. She told you to hold on, she told you they didn’t know if they’d be able to live without you. You heard her, wanting so much to hold her and tell her that you loved her and that you would be okay but, everything hurt and you were too numb to move.
The doctors worked swiftly on your wounds, the knife barely missing your diaphragm and nicking your large intestine. You had lost too much blood and flatlined once, the doctors quick to pounce on your chest and resuscitate you. You were fighting, you knew people relied on you too much for you to give in. The five-hour surgery was a success and soon you were being wheeled into a private room as the doctors told the entire team occupying the waiting room the relieving news. There wasn’t a dry face anywhere, tears of joys pouring out at the news of you making it through the hardest part of this long journey. Leah and Georgia rushed to the room they now knew you were in, the rest of the girls hanging back knowing you only needed them.
The sight of all those annoying tubes broke their hearts. You looked so tired and used, fresh tears falling down their faces. Both girls silently moved to one side each, hands reaching for your cold ones as you slept peacefully. Soon the repetitive beeps of the machines lulled them to sleep, thankful that you were alive and here with them.
Lucy walked in with Alessia and Kiera. They smiled softly at the sight of the three of you sleeping. They gently woke Leah and Georgia, having brought food and a change of clothes for them. The doctors updated them on your condition, Kiera shooting a quick text to the group chat to ease their worries. Leah shot up, eyes red with fatigue and a stiff neck. She reached for Kiera, hugging her tight and thanking her for the food and clothes. Alessia gently helped Georgia wake up, guiding both of them to the table in your room to have some food. They found it hard to swallow anything but tried, knowing they needed to. Alessia and Lucy watched over you as they ate, Less softly brushing your hair out of your face as Lucy rubbed your forearm softly.
Kiera had to force the pair out of the room to change, dragging them away to the showers to force them to take one, their hands still slightly caked with your blood. They showered together, helping one another to clean up which made them feel better to have familiar hands do the work. They couldn’t do it for themselves but they’d be damned if they didn’t take care of the other before themselves. Leah held Georgia’s face in her hands and Georgia stared at her as her hands held her wrists, gaze holding the same tear-filled eyes she had despite standing under the rain shower. They kissed hard, kisses full of too many emotions for them to express any other way. “She’ll be okay, Gee. She’s a fighter, she is.” Leah said softly, willing her heart to believe her own words. Georgia could only nod, muttering a soft “I know,” before leaning in to kiss Leah again. They held each other under the warm water, Kiera having left to give them both a minute.
They walk back into your room looking fresher than before. Hair both damp and wearing clean clothes. They both needed that shower and intimate time with each other, it soothed worries that they did not know how to voice; so glad that their relationship was strong and deep enough that they did not need to use words to express their feelings. “Any changes?” Georgia asks, moving to the couch to snuggle with Alessia as Leah returned to your side. “No Gee, she’s still asleep.” Lucy told her, hand lacing into Leah’s as they both sat with you. Kiera walked in 10 minutes later with steaming cups of coffee and a few more Lionesses. They all hung around, speaking to each other and taking turns watching you. You made noises a few times, shifting in your deep drug-induced sleep which made Leah and Georgia’s hearts leap out of their chests as you merely went back under.
“I’m sorry I scared you girls.” You say after listening to Leah and Georgia fill you in. “I’m okay now, you two look exhausted.”
“Don’t be sorry darling, nothing compared to the day you’ve had, love. They say you can go home tomorrow now that you’re awake, hm?” Leah tells you, eyes happier than you’ve seen in the past two days. Georgia begins to open up your lunch, gently pushing the table over to you to eat. “The girls went over to the house and set up the guest room for us. That way you don’t need to worry about the stairs. Lotte’s got Marlo too so he isn’t a bother for a bit. I think Less and Tooney drove my car over too so we can go home tomorrow, how’s that sound?” Georgia tells you, grimacing at the sickly-looking hospital food.
“Better than that looks, that’s for sure.” You quip, a look of disgust on your face.
This makes Leah laugh, leaning forward and kissing your forehead then whispering “There’s my girl.”
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The first week back home was unlike anything you have experienced before. The pain was unbearable and the nightmares were something you didn’t wish on your worst enemy. You couldn’t remember your attackers face, but the news refreshed your memory when he was caught just four days after the attack. Cameras from the stadium managed to pick him up leaving the stadium after and they found his car abandoned before he was arrested and convicted. The three of you felt relief wash over you, knowing he was gone from your lives for a long time. You naively thought the nightmares would stop since you were really just worrying about him finding you but they somehow got worse. Leah and Georgia could barely keep you asleep for an hour before you had another one, shaking and sweating with shouts of their names. It frustrated you and broke their hearts into a billion pieces each. Both of them wanted to take your pain away and it physically hurt them to see you suffering.
One night you had another nightmare but somehow didn’t stir the two girls sleeping on either side of you. You carefully crawled out of bed, grabbing a fluffy blanket around your shoulders and walking out to the living room. You sat on the couch, mind racing faster than you liked. You began to rock back and forth, knees pulled to your chest. You couldn’t catch your breath, head spinning as the memories flash before your eyes.
Strong arms suddenly wrap around you, another pair grabbing your crying face. “Y/N, look at me!” Leah said loudly. A wave of anger came over you, pushing both of them away and standing; hot, frustrated tears flowing down your cheeks. “Leave me alone! Why the fuck are you always meddling? I don’t need you to coddle me! I am capable of taking care of myself! I’m not fucking helpless like you think! Just because you don’t have pain or just because you can fucking sleep doesn’t mean you need to pretend to want to help me! I DON’T NEED YOU!” you yell, voice hoarse by the fourth statement you make. You’ve fallen to your knees, Georgia catching you just in time before you crumple to the ground. They both hold you, your frustration let out in huge waves. You cried for half an hour, hearing both of them repeating the same thought you had in the operating room that kept you fighting “You may think you don’t need us baby but we do. We were both a mess when you got hurt, I don’t think either of us would have survived if it wasn’t for you. You hold us together baby, we love you to bits for it, you’re our special girl.”
It made you cry more, their words sinking into your head. You were wrong, you did need them. You needed them more than ever and they weren’t going anywhere.
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georgia stanway x reader | recovery day cuddles 🫧
✘ summary: post ENGvNED, you and georgia have a nice relaxing day together after a rough match against the netherlands
✘ warnings/tags: tooth-rotting fluff, comfort, ENGNWT!reader, cuddles, clingy!georgia
✘ words: 1489
a/n: i wrote like 70% of this in my photography class bc my prof is boring as hell
The soft hum from your flat and the cool breeze of the autumn air coming in from the windows sent goosebumps across your body. You stretched out your legs, feeling your body shake as your muscles began to wake up, sore and knackered. Last night was a rough game for both of you, a third loss under Sarina meant another painstaking blow to everyone's confidence.
You felt the weight lying on top of your chest shift, a soft murmur leaving the brunette's lips. She stirred in her sleep, arms curled around your midsection and legs tangled with yours. A hand came to lightly scratch at the girl's head feeling her slowly come to life from your touch.
"Babe?" The midfielder mumbled, nuzzling her face further into your chest.
"Hmm?"
"Can we have a lie in? I don't wanna get up." She squished her face up against your body, one of her hands coming up to hold onto your shoulder.
"Of course Gee." You pressed a soft kiss to the brunette's forehead, hearing a faint giggle as she pulled herself closer to you.
A few hours later…
“George.. love.. we should get up.” You muttered, a hand soothing down the brunette's jumper, delicately tracing down her back to gain her attention.
“A few more minutes..” She groaned, her left hand gripping onto your shoulder tightly, keeping you down on the bed.
“Gee.. c’mon.. I’m hungry..” You grumbled.
The midfielder let out a frustrated huff, rolling off of you and rubbing her eyes open. You sat up in bed stretching out your body, letting out a long yawn. You turned to your side to see a grumpy Georgia, laid on her back, arms crossed as she stared at the ceiling. You gave the shorter girl a poke, her shifting away from your touch as you lightly stabbed her side.
“Silent treatment now.. huh?” You teased, seeing Georgia struggling to bite back a smile that was curling at the corners of her lips.
You slid off the bed, stretching out the rest of your body before making your way over to the grumpy lump still laid in your bed.
“Oi you.. c’mon.” You reached your arms out, ready to help her out of bed, only for you to get tugged down on top of the brunette, her arms and legs wrapped around your body in a death grip.
“Georgia!” You shouted, trying to pull the girl off of you but she wasn’t letting up anytime soon. You let out a groan, using your hands to help push the both of you off the bed, the midfielder still clung to your torso as you straightened your body.
“You’re so annoying..”
“Ya love me.” She smiled with a cheesy grin, placing a wet kiss to your cheek.
“Ugh.. gross.” You whined, hearing the girl giggle as you walked the both of you over to the bathroom.
You placed her down on the tiled floor, feeling her arms wrap around your torso from behind seconds after you put her down. “Someone’s very clingy today.” You laughed, giving her a light pat on the head.
Georgia kept her grip on you, humming happily when you didn’t pull her off of you. You brushed your teeth with a bit of struggle, having to lift your arm above the brunette's head in fear of knocking your elbow against her skull.
“Gee.. c’mon.. if you don’t brush your teeth I won't make you breakfast.” You scolded, knowing full well that she wouldn’t be able to resist a delicious meal made by her lover.
The shorter woman shot up instantly, releasing you from her grip to quickly grab her toothbrush and spread toothpaste on it, aggressively cleaning her teeth. She smiled at you once she was done, as if she was waiting for you to approve of her teeth-brushing skills. You pressed a kiss to her cheek, grabbing for her hand, and walking to the kitchen, feeling her let go only to sit on top of the kitchen counter.
You began your usual routine, making Georgia her favourite, blueberry pancakes. It was a comfort meal of hers and it was all that more special when you made them for her. You prepared your ingredients, making sure to cook them just how she liked them, extra blueberries for your girlfriend. She watched from behind, her legs dangling over the end of the counter, swinging back and forth as she waited patiently for you to finish. When she noticed that you were nearly done she excidely hopped off the counter, pulling out two plates for you both and putting them to the side, She came up behind you, wrapping her arms around your body as you flipped the pancakes one last time before sliding them over on top of your plates.
The brunette placed a soft kiss to your cheek, giving you a tight squeeze before grabbing her plate. “Thank you, babe.” She smiled, swiftly walking over to the fridge to grab some whipped cream to spray on top of it.
You let out a sigh and shook your head. “Such a child..” You mumbled under your breath.
“Hey!” She whined in offense, spraying more of it on top of her pancakes, nearly covering the entirety of her plate.
You gave her a knowing glare, watching as her finger slowly slipped off the trigger of the can and she pouted. When you looked away the midfielder was nowhere to be seen, having slipped out of her seat to grab some sprinkles from one of the cupboards.
“Georgia!” You grumbled seeing as she tried to slowly slip back into her seat hoping you wouldn’t notice the object in her hand. You gave her a scolding look, watching as she popped the lid open and awkwardly sprinkled some of them on top of her already diabetic-looking breakfast, as she locked eyes with you, smiling and hoping you wouldn’t snatch it out of her hands. She watched as your eyes followed her movements, still sporting the same smile as she began to divulge into her meal.
As angry as you were, your anger didn’t last very long as you watched how happy these pancakes made her. If it meant that it was going to distract her from last night's defeat then you’d take it.
After you finished your breakfast, Georgia offered to clean the dishes, insisting that you get yourself comfy on the sofa and wait for her. You pressed a kiss to her temple, padding your way to the living room, preparing a bunch of blankets and pillows to create and makeshift bed in the living room. She finished cleaning the dishes, running over to the living room, and jumping into your arms, snuggling her body against yours.
“I love when you're clingy..” You pulled the shorter girl closer to your body, positioning her in your lap between your legs, flush against your front.
“Ya love me always..” She quipped, grabbing your arms and wrapping them around her.
“I do Gee.. I really do.” You smiled, nuzzling your face into the back of her neck, inhaling her scent as you peppered soft kisses to her skin.
“Pretty girl..” You mumbled between kisses, seeing goosebumps rise on the brunette’s skin as she fidgets in your grip.
Your hands slipped underneath her jumper, surprised to find that she wasn’t wearing an undershirt, you traced your fingers across her stomach and her lower abdomen, feeling her wiggle even more than she already was in your lap.
“Babe! That tickles!” Georgia whined, trying and failing to stop your advances. She slapped at your knees until you stopped, finally laying back in your chest, tilting her head so she was looking up at you from below.
"Hi.." She whispered.
"Hi, cutie." You replied, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
The brunette sank into your chest further as you grabbed for the remote, switching the telly on, flicking through a bunch of channels, and finally settling on the news. You didn't care all that much about the news, you were just looking for something to have as background noise.
Chucking the remote to the side, you looked back down at Georgia to find that she was staring at you lovingly. Her hands coming up and grabbing upward at you, suggesting that she wanted something. You leaned yourself forward until your face met her hands, the midfielder pulling you further over her body to steal a kiss from you. Afterward, she turned around in your lap and rested her side into your arms. Her head snuggled under your chin and her hands gripping onto the material of your hoodie.
You pulled the blanket around the two of you further up your legs until it was now up to the shorter girl's neck, keeping her nice and warm until she drifted off. Your arms came to wrap around her body protectively, holding her close as your heartbeat lulled her to sleep.
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A new adventure...
(Georgia Stanway x reader)
You met Georgia, Alessia, Ellie, Ella and many others during your time of the Englands U’15
Your group was called “The Good Peeps”. Some persons, including you, of the group were part of the senior team of the Lionesses while others were working hard to get the call up.
Georgia and you had a special connection. You could tell how she was feeling without her saying any words and viceversa. You always had a great time with her, she is such a great person who you are glad to have in your life.
Ella and Lessi always bothered Georgia with jokes about when she was going to ask you out and how they couldn’t spend another minute seeing how you made heart eyes to each other.
After 2 years of hopelessly being in love with each other she finally did it. During a camp of the U’19 team it was when she finally asked you out after talking with Leah and Keira she gained the courage and did it.
Ge wasn’t only your girlfriend but she was your best friend and your confidant. She always knew how to make you laugh with her amazing personality, what to say when you were sad and when to give you your space to calm down.
After you guys got together Ella and Lessi started calling you the soulmates as you guys were perfectly made for each other.
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2022
Your contract with Chelsea was coming to an end when the season ends, you knew that you were ready for a new adventure, hopefully in a new league as you wanted to try living outside your comfort zone.
When your agent called you telling you that Bayern was interested in signing you it was a no brainer. Being part of a team with such a history in Europe and with many amazing defenders from you could learn a lot made the decision so much easier.
The only problem was how were you going to tell Ge, you knew that she also wanted to try something new after her time in City ends, but where was she going?
And this takes you to where you are today, cuddling with Ge in your apartment.
“G, there is something I need to tell you”
“What is it darling? You aren’t breaking up with me, right?!”
“What? No G, you are the one for me. What I wanted to tell you is that I’m not renewing with Chelsea…”
Ge looked at you giving you a supporting look.
“That’s alright darling. So, where are you going?”
“Bayern contacted my agent but before giving him the green light I wanted to tell you my love”
It took Ge some seconds to process what you said and when she did she started happily jumping and screaming.
“What?! I can’t believe it we are going to play together baby!!”
“What are you talking about Ge?”
“Well… I’m not going to continue at City. Bayern also contacted my agency and offered me a contract!” She said said grinning.
“We are really playing together my love and not only at a national level” You said while standing up and hugging her.
Ge took in her arms and started spinning around.
Your foreheads were touching and you said
“Well Ge we better start learning German. I can’t wait to start this new chapter with you”.
The sweet moment ended with you guys cuddling again and giving each other soft kisses.
And that’s how the both of found yourselves flying together ther to Munich to sign a new contract before going back home to again represent your national team for the Euros at home soil.
You couldn’t wait to start this new adventure with the love of your life next to you.
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18. (georgia stanway)
word count: 1.3k
this is a stanners fanpage now btw xx
based on anabor’s song ‘18’
in which matching tattoos end a friendship but spark a relationship
You had met Georgia at the mere age of twelve, been best friends since thirteen, and had done everything together since fourteen. “Troublemakers since the beginning” as your mum would say.
You two stole a bottle of her mums wine, at fourteen, and finished the bottle in a random feild. Stole your older sisters makeup and gave eachother makeovers infront of your bathroom mirror at fourteen and a half. Hijacked their fishing boat for a midnight boat ride, at fifteen, when on holiday with the stanway family, Gave each other food poisoning at fifteen and a half after a not so great reenactment of ‘The Great British Bake-off.’
And at sixteen the two of you made the stupid decision to get matching tattoos, forging your parent’s signatures and stealing some money out their wallets, the two of you headed off into Manchester.
You had gotten a tattoo on your collarbone while Georgia opted to get one on her rib, both of the tattoos could be easily hidden from the view of your parents.
Both of your tattoos read ‘troublemaker,’ written in each others handwriting.
i know it’s just a phase
you’re not in love with me
The two of you had managed to keep your tattoos hidden from everyone, you often spent nights in eachother rooms while Georgia left hickeys scattered in a trail, starting on your neck and making its way down until they were littered around your tattoo.
It was merely fun for the both of you, no feelings, purely just friendship with a little bit of kissing here and there.
As you started to fall asleep your fingers delicately traced her tattoo, while your legs were entangled together. No words were exchanged as your touch sent shivers up her spine. Your shirt was lifted slightly which allowed for the side of your stomach to be pressed agasint hers, the skin grazing against skin made your heart beat slightly faster than normal.
Regardless of how many boyfriends or girlfriends the two of you had, somehow you always found yourself in this position, time and time again.
so if you wanna piss off your parents
One night while Georgia was away on a football camp she calls you extremely panicked, at around one in the morning, “what’s wrong stanners?” You question as you rub your eyes trying to adjust to the very little lighting the stars and moon offered.
“My parents saw my tattoo! Well erm they didn’t actually see it. Lessi saw it, and then just asked me about it as my parents came round the corner. And they heard and fuck y/n, they’re so pissed.” She quietly told you, although you were surprised that the brunette had managed to keep her voice quiet for more than ten seconds, you couldn’t focus on that. “Shit, they’re gonna hate me,” you mutter. “What did you tell them?”
Your voice came out in shaky tones as you tried to control your racing. Millions of thoughts flew into your head at once.
What if you weren’t allowed to see Georgia again? What if her mum hated you? Or her dad, or her brothers? Would she ever invite you round for tea again? Would her mum tell yours? Were you never going to be allowed to see your bestfriend again, just because of a stupid tattoo?
“Y/n? You there?” The voice of the brunette on the other end of the line broke you out of your train of thought. “Mhm, yeah you were saying?”
She paused before answering, “erm, well I told them that we had matching tattoos and now they’re just a little mad… but it’s fine they’ll get over it. I hope.”
Your worst fears were coming true, Georgia’s parents definitely despised you. They’re sweet innocent child had been influenced by you to get matching tattoos.
When your parents found out about the tattoo, they banned you from seeing Georgia again. Claiming that they’re daughter could not be seen walking around with ink splotches engraved on her body.
You had to wait to see her at school on Mondays, but after awhile her appearances at school became less and less frequent, until she barely ever showed up to school as she was too busy with football.
You watched her footballing journey from the sidelines, instead of being there to support her.
There was a little piece of you that would always resent your parents for overreacting about the tattoo to this extent.
Of course, ignoring your parents wishes you got more tattoos. On your ankle, neck, wrist, spine and behind your ear. But you kept them all hidden away from your parents sight with the best of your abilities.
if long hair and tattoos are what attract you, baby then you’re in luck
Your hair was carelessly placed in a messy low pony tail, showing off the tattoo on the back of your ear and neck, while your denim shorts and cropped shirt showed off the tattoos on your collarbone, spine and wrist.
You were watching Georgia’s game, along with some of your classmates. Lotte, who you’d had the many encounters with in the past pointed you out to Georgia as they warmed up. You offered the girls watching you a smile and a little wave as they focused back on the task at hand.
When the long game that had eventually gone into penalties was over, Georgia finds comfort in your arms, as your chin rests on her head until she was finally ready to let go, “come back to mine please, my parents aren’t here for the weekend and my brothers won’t care?” She asks looking up at you, although her arms never left their tight grip on your waist. “You look really pretty today by the way, I like the new tattoos.”
You laughed at her before telling her that, “flattery will get you no where my girl, but yes I’ll come over. I’ll just tell my parents I’m staying and Emilia’s house.”
date me to scare them
The two of you were sprawled out on her bed, after eating random leftovers you had found in the Stanway fridge you decided to watch a movie underneath the comfort of her duvet cover.
What was watching a movie turned into you reading a book, holding it with your one hand, while you mindlessly twirled Georgia’s hair in your other hand.
Holding the book and turning its pages with one hand was extremely difficult but you didn’t mind as you could feel Georgia’s breathe fanning against your neck as she read the book over your shoulder.
The peace was disturbed as she softly spoke, careful not to startle you due to the close proximity. “Be my girlfriend y/n, I can’t go on acting like not being able to see you is not affecting me. I’ll treat you better than anyone else I promise.”
You smile at her little speech before turning to face her, “but what about our parents? They’ll absolutely kill us if they find out I’m at your house right now, let alone the fact that we’re dating!”
Completely ignoring the first part of your sentence, georgias attention was focused on the last part. “So we are dating then! Perfect it’s settled, no further comments are allowed!”
Her random energetic behaviour was not unusual in the slightest but her smile literally could light up a whole room as she happily snuggled into your side, placing a kiss against your collarbone (where your tattoo was) before she drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
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~ 𝚖 𝚢 𝚗 𝚎 𝚎 𝚍 𝚢 𝚐 𝚒 𝚛 𝚕 ~ georgia stanway
( 18+)
warnings - smut, swearing
A/N hope you like this short, smutty georgia story lol , it was a request from an anonymous user,
Warm rays of morning sunshine scatter the room, landing right on your face, you let out a small annoyed groan and reach down to pull the covers over your face.
You then feel the arms around your waist tighten and feel small breaths of air from her nose making the hairs on your neck slightly stick up. You smile to yourself at the warm feeling of waking up in your girlfriend's arms. You then turn your body around in her arms, now facing her freckle filled face, her eyes still closed and her eyebrows slightly scrunched up.
you and georgia has been together for 6 months now, you met her through a mutual friend, Leah Williamson who introduced you to eachother at an event she invited the both of you to, as from then you exchanged numbers and after a few months of talking she finaly decided to ask you to be fer girlfriend.
You lift your hand and begin to trace the small dots on her face, you feel her start to wake up at the touch, you're then met with pools of honey coloured eyes staring right back at yours.
“morning baby“ you whisper, your thumb now gently rubbing her cheek.
“Morning love” Georgia answers groggily, placing her hand on your waist, rubbing on the soft exposed skin from your top being slightly lifted up, you feel a shiver through your body at the feeling of her soft fingers on your skin.
Georgia then rests her forehead on the crook of your neck, inhaling your familiar scent. You begin to sit up, ready to begin the day when Georgia's arms pull you back down,
“ Geeeee, i need to get breakfast started love” you whined as her arms locked around your body.
“i want ya close to me” she whispered, you smiled at your girlfriends needy behaviour, secretly loving it.
“ Is my girl needy today?” you teased poking her cheek she opened her looking at you in annoyance
“ Babe, i haven't seen ya for a week, give me a break” she whined, it was true, georgia was away with the lionesses for international break back in england, she got home yesterday night and had pulled you right to bed with her.
After a few minutes of Georgia's whining you manage to get out of bed, slip your slippers on and make your way to the kitchen.You put your phone on the kitchen counter,put on your local radio channel and begin getting the ingredients needed to make some scrambled eggs on toast along with some freshly squeezed orange juice, Georgia's favourite.
In the middle of making the scrambled eggs and humming along to the music playing on the radio, you hear the bed creak followed by the soft sound of feet walking on the tiled floor, you then feel a pair of arms slither around your waist and a chin on your shoulder.
“Look who finally decided to leave the bed” you giggled and turned your head to give Georgia a kiss on her temple.
“You're making my favourite” she says softly, giving you a kiss on your shoulder, you smile and reply with a happy hum.
You then feel Georgia's hands move slowly upwards, under your top and onto your warm skin, her fingers tracing your stomach softly, her small pecks on your neck becoming slightly open mouthed kisses, you feel her warm tongue glazing your skin leaving the shiny residue of her saliva. You feel your legs buckle at the sudden change of affection.
“Georgia” you say breathily as her hand cups your breast, massaging it softly as her mouth moves further up your neck, your hands let go of the spatula and grab onto the side of the kitchen counter.
“Georgia the eggs” you tell her, she responds by turning you to face her, she then grabs your hand and places it on the inside of her thigh, your heart thumps in your ears at your girlfriends boldness.
“I need your touch so bad baby girl” she whispers in your ear, nipping your earlobe as she moves your hand to encourage you to rub the inside of her jogger covered thigh.
You let out a shaky sigh, normally Georgia was in charge, this change of position wasn't new to you, but it had been a while since you last got the upper hand, with a sudden boost of confidence, you start gently sliding your fingers on the inside of her thigh ,forward and back again , repeating the motion again and again avoiding the spot where she needed you the most. you then start hearing tiny breathy moans in your ear, it was definitely working.
You hear her whine as you remove your hands from her thigh, before she could protest you switched off the stove, the eggs could wait, you then interlock your fingers and guide her to your living room, opening the door and closing it again, you turn to face her , her eyes full of lust.
“Lie down for me baby” you whisper gently, she nods and walks over to the sofa, lying down on the long side. You walk towards the sofa, placing yourself over her, using your elbows as support. You smiled down at her
“my needy girl“ you whisper, she then disconnects your eyes and turns her head in embarrassment, you frown, mentally telling yourself off for making her embarrassed of being comfortable expressing herself to you.
“Hey” you whisper, grabbing her chin and softly turning her head to face you again.
“Tell me what you need baby” you say, tucking a loose hair behind her ear. She once again grabs your hand, and guides it right onto her jogger covered core. You use the tips of two fingers to apply a bit of pressure onto where her covered clit is. You head her inhale and she bites her lip.
“Is this what you want?” , she nods, not being able to look at you directly.
“Baby, you don't need to hide from me, i want to make you feel good love, use your words for me” You frown at how self conscious she is from just wanting your touch, you feel her body relax at your words.
“could you maybe move them slowly?” she whispered looking at your hand between her legs. You begin rubbing her clit softly over her clothes, you feel her shiver at the touch.
“ i need you under my clothes " she says, you nod and grab the waistline of her joggers, slowly pulling them down and throwing them to the side to leave her in her boxers,
"take them off, please" she says despirately, you nod and pull them down, throwing them next to her joggers.
you then look down at her pussy glistening with arousal, her clit slightly swolen from your touch.
"fuck baby, your soaked" you say proudly, "all this for me?" you look up at her, she nods.
" i havent been able to get mi self off without ya'" she confesses, your own pussy pulses at the thought of her getting off at england camp.
with that being said, you drag a finger between her folds, Georgia lets out a small moan.
" y/n/n, your toungue" she whines, you immedietly move down so your head is between her thighs, you feel her hands in your hair, slightly pushing you toward her core, you smile to yourself at your girlfriends eagerness. finally, your toungue begins swiping between her folds, loud moans escape her mouth as your lips attach to her swolen clit, lightly sucking on it, you feel her pull on your hair, making you groan onto her clit, sending small vibrations to her bundle of nerves.
"fuck baby, just like that do- mmm dont stop, fuck" Georgias breathy moans fill your ears, you look up and see her eyes shut, her mouth slightly open and her eyebrows furrowed. you almost came by just looking at her.
you spent an hour and a half making her cum, as many times as her needy heart desired, the room became hot, it smelt of sex and sweat, with a hint of vanilla. unholy words, phrases and noises coming out of your mouths.
when you were done, you climed up beside her ans she snuggled into your side, her head on your chest, feeling your heartbeat.
"i love it when your my needy girl Gee, you whisper to her, she smiled and let out a giggle.
" thank you for talking to me, i want to know what you like so i can make you feel good" you explain, she smiles and nods on your chest. after a few minuites you her small snores coming from her nose, you smile and kiss her hairline.
closing your own eyes, even if it was still the afternoon, after the events of today you both needed a nap.
~A/N ~ wow this was a smutty first chap lol, anwyas lmk if u guys liked my first ever story on here, feel free to send me requests!
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Georgia Stanway fluff please!
her favorite thing to do ❥ g. stanway
pairing: georgia stanway x reader
summary: it was the last day of you being in munich, so you spent the day in bed with georgia.
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you slowly opened your eyes to the bright light, quickly closing them as you had to properly wake up. you felt someone stir in the bed, as you looked down to see your lovely girlfriend of four years.
you both met in manchester, you had an away game with arsenal while she was still signed at manchester city. she had accidentally knocked you to the ground, trying to chase after her friend. let’s just say, it was keira being a wingwoman.
“love? are you awake?” georgia asked with her eyes closed. as you brushed a hair strand behind her ear making her look at you.
“good mornin’ how long have you been up?” she asked, her voice a bit muffled as you snickered.
“just a few minutes, love.” you said, turned to face her.
“can we cuddle more?” you heard g asked, to which you moved closer so that she can wrap her arms around you.
“i don’t want you to leave.” you laughed at her behavior, she wanted to spend time with you which made your heart flutter.
“g, my contract with arsenal is ending soon. i’ll only have this season left, and if bayern offers me a contract then i’ll go for it.” you said, as she hummed.
you felt her cold hands on your stomach, as they trailed to your back.
“your hands are cold.” you said, as georgia chuckled at your expression. you felt her trace patterns along your back, as you softly giggled at how much of a softy she is with you.
“what are we going to do then?” georgia gave you a soft smile as she brought her head up to look at you.
“how about let’s cuddle for a few minutes, and then i’ll make breakfast?” you asked, as she gave you a nod moving closer to you as you allowed her.
you spent the next few minutes, or perhaps the next hour. your legs were intertwined, as she continued drawing patterns except on your exposed stomach.
“let’s get up now g, i’m a bit hungry.” georgia laughed as she sat up straight before gently peppering your face with kisses.
“what do you want for brunch then?” g asked, as you gave her a soft smile.
“i was thinking hot chocolate and pancakes?” you said, as she gave you a chuckle. you were always a fan of hot chocolate, somehow coffee had this affect to make you sleepy, rather than energized you. so, you used hot chocolate as an alternative.
you hummed, as georgia brought out the ingredients. and you both worked together silently, having a small chat from time to time.
but when you were done, you watched as she placed two pancakes on your plate, followed by a variety of fruits. mainly strawberries, grapes, and apples that were cut into bit sized pieces.
you both spent the morning talking about football, different teams, and how each others day’s have been.
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Do a reality show hey said, it would be fun they said, you just have to live with two other footballers for a month. Easy, they roommates will get along they said.............
You think as you find your two roomates shouting at each other.
You stood in dread, you have to live with two girls who might tear each other apart
Welcome to Three is the magic number!
Our three members are legends I the fame of football.
Y/N L/N
GEORGIA STANWAY
KATIE MCCABE.
WHAT COULD GO WRONG
shit you thought....
Teaser for Three is the magic number
Excited????
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I will write for...
Requests are open!
This list is subject to change
Feel free to suggest players outside of this list chances are I’ll be willing to give them a go Also more than happy to just discuss opinions on players, dating preferences, who you/we think their ideal partner would be if y’all think that’d be fun!
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Sam Kerr
Millie Bright
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Lotte Wubben-Moy
Mary Earps
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Erin Cuthbert
Ellie Roebuck
Lauren James
Emily Orman
Niamh Charles
Millie Turner
Leah Galton
Katie McCabe
Caitlin Foord
Alanna Kennedy
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I WANNA BE YOURS | WOSO X READER | PT 15
pairings: woso x reader
summary: in which you're accidentally added to a random group chat, not knowing they're all actually famous footballers, and obliviously end up having many of them competing for your love and attention.
part: fifteen
part one here
✦ ——— ✦ ——— ✦
THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM
the imposter aka y/n ❤️
nahhh that's it
i'm quitting this job
tillies my baes
you guys hiring? 🙏
stairway
NOOOO
Y/N IM SOO SORRY
willybum
Y/N NO
elton
ABSOLUTELY NOT
kyra
ABSOLUTELY YES
cha cha
YESSS
WE WELCOME YOU WITH OPEN ARMS
stephy
of course! 🥰
the REAL karate kid
NAHHH
neev
WE DIDNT MEAN TOO Y/N
WE'RE REALLY SORRY
the imposter aka y/n ❤️
NO YOU GUYS ARE NOT
meado
what did you guys do this time
the imposter aka y/n ❤️
stairway
it was nothing!
the imposter aka y/n ❤️
NOTHING?!
willybum
did you just make a meme of me ....
the imposter aka y/n ❤️
i've made memes of all of you
BUT THAT IS NOT THE POINT RN
i hate you all
except lotte
i love you
you're the only lioness i'll support
tom holland's twin
while i really appreciate that
pls don't leave me with these idiots 🥺🙏
meado
waittt i wasn't part of all this
why hate meee
earpsy
yeah i wasn't there either
why do we gotta suffer tho
the imposter aka y/n ❤️
MARY
you not being there was what caused this
torture and suffering in the first place 😭😭
keira
i'm so out of the loop rn
the imposter aka y/n ❤️
SO THESE IDIOTS THOUGHT I'D BE
GREAT FOR TARGET PRACTICE IN GOALS
AND SHOVED ME IN THE BATTLEFIELD
WITHOUT MY CONSENT
ME WHOS THE OPPOSITE OF ATHLETIC
GOT ABUSED BCUZ OF THEM ALL
only lotte being the angel she is helped me
willybum
it wasn't even that badddd
stairway
yeahh
you're being kinda dramatic
the imposter aka y/n ❤️
WASNT EVEN THAT BAD?!
EXCUSE YOU
I HAVE A CONCUSSION BCUZ OF YOU GUYS
AND A MASSIVE BUMP ON MY HEAD
AND YOURE CALLING ME DRAMATIC?!
tom holland's twin
yeah it was a nasty bump ngl
y'all knocked out her braincells
elton
i mean to be fair
she kinda didn't have many
braincells to begin with anyway ....
the imposter aka y/n ❤️
SPEAK FOR YOURSELF
THATS ITTT
TILLIES YALL MY NUMBER ONE
MY MAIN
MY HOMELAND
the REAL karate kid
willybum
NOOO
NOT THEMMM
WE SHOULD BE YOUR NUMBER ONE
the imposter aka y/n ❤️
WELL YOU SHOULDVE THOUGHT OF
THAT BEFORE YALL ATTACKED ME
AFTER EVERYTHING IVE DONE FOR YALL
AND THIS IS HOW YOU GUYS REPAY ME?!
kyra
charli and i are coming to get ya rn
from these losers
we're on our way
stairway
WHO YOU CALLING LOSERS?!
willybum
this is unacceptable
the imposter aka y/n ❤️
willybum
the REAL karate kid
neev
NAHH
WE'LL WAGE WAR
kyra
come at me you colonisers
tom holland's twin
NAHH NOT COLONISERS 😭😭
stairway
WE WILL
cha cha
imma bring in the big guns
cha cha added brick wall, ford, lani and sammy the skippa
the imposter aka y/n ❤️
OMG MORE AUSSIES AYEE
cha cha
um that photo ....
anyway
macca cait lani
protect y/n at all costs
brick wall
aye aye
lani
on it!
ford
okay!
sammy the skippa
um what is happening rn
stephy
all you need to know is that we gotta
protect y/n from the lionesses
sammy the skippa
neev
we got our own big guns
lucy millie mary rach
need ya rn
earpsy
here!
brightness
yes.
daily
i was summoned
rusty metal
yeah?
kyra
well
WEVE GOT MCCABE
KATIE MCCABE
the REAL karate kid
WHAT?!
willybum
SINCE WHEN WAS MCCABE
WITH YOU GUYS?!
brick wall
since always?
stephy
yeah katie's an honorary aussie
meado
katie?!
mccard
yeah i am
elton
WELL
WEVE GOT ONA
ISNT THAT RIGHT?
rusty metal
ona?
ona
well .....
i'm afraid to tell you that we spaniards have
formed an alliance with the aussies
kie
THE BETRAYAL 😭😭
willybum
what is this blasphemy
tom holland's twin
wait
isn't spain also a coloniser tho ....
stairway
oh yeahhh
that's hypocritical of you
ona
shhhhhhh
kyra
cha cha
well
y/n is successfully ours
willybum
ABSOLUTELY NOT
neev
WE'LL GET HER BACK
JUST YOU WAIT
stairway
YEAH WERE COMING FOR YOU
KANGAROO RIDERS
samma the skippa
what are you all gonna do?
drown us in your cup of teas?
the imposter aka y/n ❤️
DAMN
yall got violated haha
the REAL karate kid
neev
i cannot believe this just happened 😔😭
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she's mine (georgia stanway x reader)
inspired by she's mine by eva westphal / life with your adhd girlfriend, georgia
warnings: none
a/n: this is in no way me saying that georgia stanway has adhd (or that she takes medication)!!!!! but as someone with adhd, it wouldn't surprise me if she does. also the bit about pronouncing words differently is word for word what i said to my girlfriend that made her ask me to marry her so
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I love her the days she forgets to text back
Her phone is on silent, sometimes I get mad
“I’m sorry,” Georgia says when she comes through the front door. She’s biting her lip and her thumb and finger rub together, the way they do when she’s anxious.
“It’s okay,” you say simply. You can’t help but feel mildly annoyed, but you know she didn’t do it on purpose, and you know that being mad at her isn’t going to help, it’ll just make her feel worse.
“I just- my phone was on in my bag, and I thought I’d walk home since the weather is so nice for once, and I was listening to music and kind of zoned out and my phone was on silent and-” she rambles, trying to explain herself.
“G, it’s okay, I promise,” you hug her gently, and her body sags against yours.
“You’re not mad?” she asks, and her voice sounds so small, so unsure.
“No, baby, I’m not mad,” you tell her. “I was worried, that’s all. Normally you’re home by 4, but you weren’t, and you know how I get worried. But I’m not mad.”
You feel her nod against your shoulder, still wrapped in your arms. She pulls away just enough to be able to look at you, your arms still resting on her shoulders, hers around your waist.
“I’m sorry for making you worry,” she says. “I’ll try to remember to message you next time, or at least put my phone on loud so I notice if you message me or try to call me.”
“Thank you, baby,” you tell her, kissing her sweetly. “That’s all I need.”
I love her the weeks she can't get out of bed
I love every curl, every hair on her head
“What if I quit?” she asks one day. She’s been having ‘bad brain days’, as she calls them, a lot lately. Constantly flip-flopping between having no energy and wanting to stay in bed, and being so restless she could scream.
“Quit?” you ask, drawing circles on her back as she lays next to you in bed.
“Quit football,” she mumbles into the pillow. “What if I just quit football?”
She’s not really asking that, and you know it. She just feels trapped at the moment. Understimulated and overwhelmed at the same time. Her brain needs action, excitement, something to focus on.
“You don’t want to quit,” you tell her, kindly. “I mean, it’d be okay if you did, but I don’t think you do, really. Do you?”
“No,” she sighs, and rolls over on the bed, starfishing. One arm is draped over you, and the smooth underside of her wrist absentmindedly rubs against the crook of your elbow. “I guess not.”
You can see her brain running a million miles an hour. “Do you want to talk about it?” you ask.
She shrugs. “I don’t know how. There’s too many thoughts, I don’t know how to put them into words, or how to start.”
“You can just say words. I’ll piece it together,” you tell her, and she flashes a smile at you, grateful for how well you understand her.
She thinks for a minute, quiet, and you wait patiently, knowing not to push her. She’ll start talking when she’s ready.
“I just want my brain to chill the fuck out,” she says finally, and all you can do is nod and press a kiss to her forehead.
I love her the nights she complains that she's cold
But I'm always warm, so I give her my coat
“I don’t understand!” she exclaims, shivering slightly. “Why does it feel so cold? It’s not like it doesn’t get this cold in England, if anything, it’s warmer here! We’re much further south!”
You slip your coat off. You’ve lived here much longer than she has, you’ve gotten used to the weather. Plus, like any good German (or person living in Germany), you understand the importance of layering, so you usually have enough layers on to keep you warm, even without a coat.
She blushes when you help her slip into your coat. Grabbing the collar, you pull her in for a kiss, and when you pull away, she’s smiling.
“You know,” you say, tilting your head slightly. “I’m starting to think you just like wearing my coats.”
“Hm,” she hums, leaning forward to kiss you again. “Maybe.”
Oh, I even love her when she's running late
I'm always on time so I'll work while I wait
You’re sitting in a café when your phone vibrates. Before you check it, you already know that it’s a message from Georgia.
sorry i’ll be there soon i promise!!!
If you had to guess, you’d say it was going to be about 15 minutes before she got to the café. You didn’t mind. You went to the café every Wednesday afternoon. She’d meet you there after training, sometimes earlier, sometimes later. At first, it had annoyed you. You felt like she was saying you weren’t important enough for her to prioritise. After a while, you realised how hard she was trying, and that it really wasn’t her fault. Her time blindness made it hard for her to realise how much time had passed, a couple minutes easily turning into half an hour. She would set timers, alarms, reminders, but most of the time her brain would just block them out. You’d grown to enjoy the time alone before she arrived, planning for it, bringing a book or a podcast.
Ten minutes after you received the message, the bell above the café door tinkles as she comes flying in. She slides into her seat at your usual table, the one in the corner by the window so you can people-watch.
“I’m sorry I’m late!” she says quickly. Her face is flushed and her hair is windswept, still slightly damp from showering after training. She frowns, remembering something the two of you had talked about, about saying thank you, rather than apologising. “Wait, no. Thank you for waiting for me.”
“I’ll always wait for you,” you tell her, and she smiles.
She is funny and clever and kind
She says whatever pops in her mind, oh
And she's so fucking weird, that when she's with me
I'm laughing most of the time
And she's mine, she's mine
“Have you ever thought about how weird it is that we pronounce words the way we do?” she asks, and you blink at her, sleepily. She’s sat up in bed, looking wide awake.
“Babe, it’s 7:30 in the morning,” you say, eyes watering as you hold back a yawn.
“Good morning,” she says, kissing you. “Anyway. Have you ever thought about it?”
“Uh, not really,” you sit up, joining her, rubbing sleep out of your eyes. “How long have you been awake?”
“Mh, like, an hour? I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep.”
“Oof, I’m sorry.”
She waves a hand and keeps talking, undeterred. “Like, imagine if we pronounced pineapple like Minneapolis. Pin-ee-a-pol-is. Or what if Dwayne was pronounced like Kanye. Dwan-ye. Actually, I guess that one doesn’t work. The ‘y’ is in the wrong place.” she says, frowning.
You burst out laughing.
“What?” she says.
“I love you,” you tell her, and kiss her until she can’t even remember how to pronounce her own name properly.
I love her when she forgets to plan ahead
I love her when she repeats what she's just said
“Oh, did I tell you that I’m starting on Thursday?” Georgia says as she rummages through the drawer of her bedside table.
“That’s great, baby!” you say. She starts most games now, but you’re still filled with pride every time she walks out onto the pitch.
“Shit,” she says, frowning.
“What’s wrong?” you ask.
She holds up her medication bottle, upside down. “I forgot to order a refill.”
“Ah,” you say. You can see her initial frown of realisation turning into one of frustration. “It’s okay, baby. We’ll call and order a new one as soon as the doctor’s opens.”
She nods silently, still frowning.
“What are you thinking?” you ask, gently, and she shrugs.
“Feel stupid. This happens nearly every month,” she says, voice small and angry.
You hug her tightly, staying there until you feel her tense body start to relax against you.
“You’re not stupid,” you tell her, voice calm but serious. “You’re not. I promise.”
She huffs a little, sagging. “But I always do this.”
“That doesn’t make you stupid. It just means that your brain isn’t very good at remembering things like this,” you say, rubbing circles on her back.
She nods, frustration and anger quickly ebbing away. “Hey, did I tell you that I’m starting in the game on Thursday?” she asks, perking up, and you giggle.
Oh, I even love her when she's fast asleep
I'll keep her warm when we're under the sheets
“Chilly,” she mumbles into your pyjama top as she spoons you, holding you tightly.
“You’re just using me for my warmth,” you tease, and you can feel her nodding against your back. You squeal when she puts her cold feet on the back of your legs, and her body shakes slightly as she laughs.
“You’re so nice and warm,” she sighs, wriggling to try and get closer to you.
“You know, you’d probably be warmer if you wore pyjamas,” you tell her, smiling, already knowing what she’s going to say.
“Gross,” she says. “I’ll feel all trapped and sweaty and suffocated. Ugh, and what if there’s itchy tags? No, thank you.”
“You know, you can cut the tags out,” you say, laughing.
She shakes her head against you. “No, thank you,” she repeats, voice thick with sleep.
You wake up during the night to pee, and when you crawl back into bed, you look at the sleeping form of your girlfriend. She’s curled in a ball, the duvet pulled tightly around her. As you wriggle under the covers and wrap an arm around her waist, her back against your front, she lets out a content sigh, leaning into your warmth.
She is funny and clever and kind, oh
She says whatever pops in her mind, oh
And she's so fucking weird, that when she's with me
I'm laughing most of the time
And she's mine, she's mine
“Oh, baby, are you crying?” you ask, looking over to Georgia, who’s sniffling, curled up in the corner of the sofa.
“No,” she says, looking at you with tears streaming down her face.
“Darling,” you say, holding an arm out so she can cuddle into your side. “It’s okay! It’ll all be okay!”
“B- but,” she sniffs, wiping a tear away. “He doesn’t know that! He’s just a little baby!”
She gestures to the TV, where Brother Bear is playing. Somehow, she’s never seen the film, and as it’s one of your favourites, you decided it was finally time for her to see it.
You look at her, fresh tears welling up in her eyes as she watches the little bear, and you can’t help but giggle, heart overflowing with love and adoration.
“Are you laughing at me?” she asks, but you can hear laughter in her voice, despite the tears.
“No,” you say, pressing your lips together firmly, body shaking as you try to contain it.
“You are!” she gasps dramatically, looking at you with wide eyes. “I can’t believe I’m crying and you’re just laughing at me!”
You poke the corners of her mouth, which are wiggling up and down as she tries to keep herself from laughing. She swats your hand away, but it’s too much and she can’t keep it in any longer. You both dissolve into a fit of giggles, and she has to wipe new tears away, but this time they’re from laughing so hard.
“See!” she says, in between laughter. “Now I’m crying again!”
She can’t keep a straight face, though, and neither can you.
When you’ve both finally calmed down, you can’t help but kiss her. “I love you,” you mumble into the kiss, and she smiles against your lips.
“I love you, too,” she replies, eyes sparkling brightly.
And I see her smoking a cigarette
Dancing through fountains you almost fell in
You're drinking red bull at night when I can't have my coffee past 12pm
And I'm so fucking grateful for every bullet I dodged to get to you
Yeah, I'm so thankful for every moment I've got with you
You’re walking through a park in Munich on a summer evening, enjoying the warm air, when you come across a playground. There’s a big rope pyramid in the middle, surprisingly tall, considering it’s supposedly made for children.
“Hey, babe,” Georgia says. “Bet you I can climb up that in 10 seconds.”
“10 seconds?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah!” she nods enthusiastically. “From the start to the top. Easy.”
“Hm,” Pretending to think about it, you squint at the pyramid. “What do I get if you don’t manage it?”
“A kiss.”
You roll your eyes. “I’ll get a kiss anyway.”
“Fine, I’ll put away the laundry tomorrow,” she says and you hum, not convinced. Her eyes brighten. “And I’ll do that thing you like in bed when we get home. You know, with the vibrator, and-”
“Okay, that’s enough,” you say, quickly looking around to make sure no one was nearby. “Fine. If you win, what do you get?”
“A kiss. And a massage when we get home,” she grins.
“Deal.”
“Can you time it on your phone?” she asks eagerly, bouncing up and down on her feet, and you laugh. “But don’t start it until I say go!”
“Okay, okay!” you chuckle, and she bounds towards the pyramid. She waits at the bottom, watching you, waiting for you to have your phone out.
“You ready?” she calls out, and you nod, giving her a thumbs up. “Okay, now!”
You start the timer as she scales the pyramid, reaching the top with 3 seconds to spare.
“7 seconds!” you yell up to her, and she lets out an excited whoop, pumping her fist into the air. She stands up briefly, then sits down on the rope again. You watch her look around, frowning. “You okay, baby?” you call.
“Yeah, I, um,” she says, running a hand through her hair, and says something so quietly that you can’t hear it.
“What?”
“I- I don’t know how to get down!” she yells, and you can see the blush on her cheeks from where you’re stood.
“What do you mean? Just climb down, like you climbed up,” you call.
“I can’t! It’s too high!”
You watch her frowning, arms folded across her chest, when you have a realisation. “Wait, baby, are you scared of heights?”
“Um,” she says, not looking at you. “Maybe?”
“Okay, hang on.”
You climb the pyramid, and when you reach the top, she clings onto your hand. Slowly, the two of you make your way down together, you telling her where to put her feet. When you’re on the ground, she looks at the ground sheepishly, cheeks still pink from embarrassment.
“I may have, um, gotten overexcited,” she admits, and you laugh.
“You? Overexcited? No, surely not!” you tease, and she rolls her eyes.
“Yeah, yeah,” she mutters, not meeting your eyes, and you take her hand and pull her close, kissing her until she forgets about the fact that she needed your help to climb down.
You are funny and clever and kind, oh
You say whatever pops in your mind, oh
And you're so fucking weird, that when you're with me
I'm laughing most of the time
And you're mine, you're mine
Mine
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GRUMPY - alessia russo
people always liked to comment on the fact that they could tell you were alessia's daughter, not because of the obvious reason of the fact that you looked like your mother but for the way you were a ray of sunshine, always a smile on your face and always giggling away at the smallest of things.
however today you were being the total opposite and nothing anyone seemed to do could cheer you up, not even grace could get a smile from you by pulling funny faces at you or beth telling you silly jokes.
you were just being grumpy but that came with a good reason.
you had spent all of yesterday travelling, from london to st george's park and then to marbella meaning that with all the excitement of seeing your aunties after a few months and then the excitement that followed from going on a plane and being in a new place meant you were no rush in wanting to have your usual nap much to your mum's distaste.
she thought you would have crashed out early however that was not the case, you had eventually fallen asleep but after many attempts of putting you down to sleep. you waking up a few times before falling into a deep sleep.
and then this morning you had woken up earlier than what alessia was expecting and your tiredness from yesterday had carried through to today and alessia knew she was in for a hell of a day.
"lovie, you need to eat your breakfast!" mummy said as she pushed your plate back in front of you for what felt like the hundredth time in the past 10 minutes.
"no" you said, arms held across your chest turning your head away from the plate. a hand pushing away the plate away once again.
"if you eat just half of your toast, then we can go in the pool with the flamingo floaty" ella smiled hoping that may try to persuade you as all last night it was all you talked about however you didn't budge only moving your head further away from ella.
"y/n, don't do that, it's rude!" alessia scolded as you moved your head back to where it was however your arms stayed present on your chest and the scowl remained on your face.
georgia then came along with lucy and keira and they both tried there best to cheer you up, as alessia sighed head hitting the wall behind her. "less don't worry she's just overly tired, just after lunch put her down for a nap" mary smiled squeezing the blondes shoulders in reassurance as the blonde nodded.
"i should have just made her go for her nap on the plane yesterday"
"no, you just didn't want to ruin her fun and excitement yesterday" mary said as she bumped her shoulder into alessia's as her head turned back to you as you were now beginning to fuss, throwing your arms around and kicking your legs against the high chair you were sat in.
"hey, hey, stop that. remember we don't hit, it's not very kind. say sorry to auntie lucy" your mum said lifting you out of the high chair and facing you towards lucy as she caught you lifting your hands to lucy.
"sorry lucy" you said a frown now appearing on your face as lucy smiled, "it's okay kiddo, we just wanna see your cute little smile, not that sad little frown" she said tickling you under your chin a little.
everyone was beginning to file out of breakfast and you were sat on chair your mum had sat you on while she put everything you needed into your small backpack which went pretty much everywhere will you.
“come on then lovie” your mum smiled holding out her hand for you to grab as she had her training bag and your backpack in her other hand, but instead of bursting up in a ball of energy like you usually would - you didn’t move a muscle.
staying exactly where you had been sat for the past five minutes. you didn’t even make an effort to move. “we need to go, everyone’s gonna beat us there!” the blonde tried, knowing that even though you were small you were very competitive, you didn’t like to loose. alessia had her brothers to thank for that.
“no” you said simply, alessia sighed having enough of trying to bargain with you and instead just gave up and walked over to where you were sat, picking you up so you were sat on her hip as she walked a little faster trying to catch up with the rest of the girls.
“what do we have to do to cheer you up today?” alessia asked as you rested your head on her shoulder and hummed.
since you hadn't ate much of your breakfast, alessia sat you down in the shade away from the hot sun of marbella but still so that you were within close proximity of her with a fruit pot and some colouring to do as well as some of your toys. after lathering you in factor 50 sun screen and making sure she had put put your pink bucket hat on your head.
"right mummy's gonna go and train now, if you need anything shout me over or ask one of the trainers to get me, okay?" alessia told you as she sat you down on the your blanket, you nodded reaching out to grab your green pencils.
"i'll be back soon to check on you, i love you" she cooed kissing you on the forehead as a small smile quickly came but as quick as it came it left. "love you mummy" you said quietly but still loud enough that alessia heard you, as she walked off to sit next to ella and put her football boots on.
training had never felt so long, you had quickly gotten bored of your animal colouring in sheets and everytime your mummy was sitting on the sidelines during the small sided games you were tucked away in her arms.
when alessia was due to play in the small sided games she would take you back to your little play area she had set up for you and jog back to play in the training game and then the cycle repeated every time you saw her sat down on the sidelines you were in her arms.
finally when training was over you were stood next to your mummy clinging onto her leg as she spoke with millie and maya. "what's happened to our little giggle box?" millie asked as she looked down at you.
"she's a little grumpy today" alessia sighed picking you up and placing you on her hip. "grumpy? well we can't be having that!" maya said as the four of you began to walk back into the hotel for lunch.
"she's going to have something to eat and then it's nap time!" your mummy said as you whined, "no! me not tried" you frown, pushing your head further into her shoulder.
"oh, of course your not!" your mummy chuckled along with millie and maya.
“well i hope grumpy turns happy because otherwise who is gonna cheer us on, on friday?” millie said as she looked at you, the little pout that had been on your face all day growing deeper.
“oh yeah we’ll have to see if georgia will help you practise your chants again” your mum said, knowing that you and georgia would sit usually for a while going through each players chant and sometimes making your own up even if sometimes they never made any sense— they did to you.
“oh that’ll be fun won’t it, y/n!” maya smiled as you groaned and moved your head so that your face was no longer visible to millie and maya by tucking it into your mummy’s neck.
“definitely needs a nap” the blonde whispered however you still heard her as alessia then fell back into talking with millie and maya about boring adult things.
lunch was finished and you had spent the time watching your mums phone with a side of eating your pasta that had been given to you but realistically you just pushed it around the plate. you hadn’t said a word the entire time during lunch so much so beth had asked alessia if you were having your afternoon nap.
now the girls had the rest of the day off to have some down day, now alessia was praying she was going to be able to get you down for a nap considering you were getting more and more clingy and grumpy.
"do you want a bopbop?" mummy asked you as she slowly nodded again resting your head on her shoulder as you watching from behind mummy all of the other girls begin to slowly leave the lunch room.
mummy got your bottle and asked one of the kitchen staff if they could put some warm milk in it, but not a lot as alessia was trying her best to wean you off it — but for circumstances like this, you could have as much as you needed in order to get you to sleep.
alessia made her way to where the sun loungers were and the rest of the girls hoping to soak up a bit of the sun while you were hopefully napping in the shade.
you were dressed in your pj's which were pink and had little hearts spread all across the shorts, while the top was just a pale pink colour.
alessia sat herself down next to ella who was trying to do her puzzle book which alessia had brung although with you being a little difficult today the blonde hadn't had time to pick it up.
"she still not asleep?" ella asked turning to the blonde who shook her head, "give me twenty and with a bit of luck she will be" alessia smiled as she got herself comfy as well as you, as you hugged your bunny stuffed animal.
"here" mummy said as she handed you the bottle of warm milk and you began to drink it laying on your mummy's chest. a quiet chatter of ella and alessia was all to be heard as they discussed some of the answers to the puzzle.
alessia thought you were nearly asleep but you sat up on her tummy, bottle which was still half full hanging from your mouth.
"mummy?"
"yes baby?"
"too hot" you mumbled your eyes heavy and almost fluttering shut. "c'mere and you can take this off" mummy whispered as she took your pj top off feeling the cool air hit your back as you flopped back down onto your mummy's chest as she begins to play with the ends of your hair.
minutes pass and which each one your body relaxes that little bit more, the grip on your bottle gets a little slacker and before long a deep sleep is taking over you.
your body fully relaxing and becoming limp as your bottle falls from your grip and mouth landing sideways on the sun bed.
"and finally the long awaited nap has came!" alessia sighs still playing with the ends of your hair. "let's hope she wakes up a little more like her usual sunshine self!" ella laughed slightly placing the puzzle book to the side having given up on the one she was trying to do.
"hopefully, as long as nobody wakes her up!"
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ellatoone always an angel👼🏻
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-> alessia she has her moments!
stanwaygeorgia when she wakes up i wanna practise my chants with her!
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-> alessia yeah, give her time to nap first g!
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Lazy Saturdays and Scrambled Eggs
Georgia Stanway x Reader BLURB
only fluff really!
10AM, Saturday Morning
The sun pours into the bedroom carelessly, the curtains forgotten about last night as the two of you stumbled into bed after a late night out on a date. Nights like these were where you could let loose since you had the weekend off with no games. The German streets were filled with bars and restaurants to visit so the two of you spent the night out away from the rest of the girls for the first time in a while.
Georgia was sound asleep on her tummy, right arm slung over your middle. She was in her sports bra and shorts, no time last night for any sort of skin care routine as you two danced till your bones were tired. You had the same thing on, right arm being used as Gee’s pillow. Clearly the two of you attempted to cuddle but your tired bodies had other plans.
You stir first, the sunlight shining right on your face and waking you. You yawn tiredly, rubbing your eyes as you try to look around and feel Gee still beside you. You smiled softly, her mouth was open a little and you could hear soft snores leave her sleeping form. You wiggled out of her hold, she grumbled but did not wake.
You washed up, taking a shower and washing your hair since you felt grimy from your night out last night. Georgia was still asleep, position the same as you left her. A small smile crept up on your face, softly padding out of the room and walking into the kitchen. You decided on making a little breakfast in bed, wanting to enjoy your time off and making it a little special for the two of you.
Pulling out eggs and bacon, finding that Georgia had grabbed some bread from the supermarket too, you got to work. Georgia liked her eggs very differently from you, she also only ate them if you made them. She liked them scrambled, somewhere in between soft and medium and she claimed only you could get it right. With the bacon in the oven, you started the coffee pot while toasting the bread, humming along to the turntable playing your favorite album in the living room. Georgia was a heavy sleeper so you knew the noise wouldn’t wake her.
Making the plates, you gave Marlo a little bit of bacon with a smile. You quietly told him, “Don’t tell mummy okay darling? It’ll be our little secret, hm?” He trotted off a happy little boy with his treat. You slid the door open and set the food on the table. Georgia was still asleep, this time on your side of the bed with her head squished against the bed cutely. You climb back into bed and rub her back, kissing her hair softly.
“Good morning, baby. It’s nearly noon darling, time to get up.” You say softly into her ear, kissing her face all over. She lets out a low rumble, mumbling into your thigh which she had pressed her face into. “You’re lying. You left me, it’s not a good morning.” You chuckle and smack her shoulder lightly, seeing her smile as she opened her eyes and turned onto her back. “Hi you.” You say, kissing her lips softly. She kisses back, sighing softly and pulling away. Her eyes stare deep into yours, hands laced in yours softly. “I’ve made breakfast.” You say simply, getting out of bed to retrieve it as she sits up and rubs her eyes. “Oh darling, you didn’t need to.” She begins to argue but you shush her and put the tray in front of her. “I wanted to; we’ve had a busy couple of weeks so I thought we could enjoy some domesticity.” You say, sipping your coffee. It was still warm, the eggs just barely steaming and bacon still crispy. She immediately digs in, noticing her favorite eggs in front of her. You eat with her, the room filled with comfortable silence and the familiar smell of bacon grease.
It's all you could want on a lazy Saturday.
4PM, Saturday Afternoon
“You’re CHEATING, Stanway!” you yell, grabbing the controller away from her meddling fingers. You both were playing FIFA and Georgia was cheating. She flung her leg at you and tried to mess with your fingers when you were concentrating on beating her ass. You were leading 3-1 and she was not happy.
“I will win, you watch!” she yelled back, almost sitting on you in an attempt to get you to drop your controller but she failed. Your iron grip determined to ride out the last minutes of the game, as your player raced down her half expertly maneuvering around hers.
“GOAL!!!!” You yell as the final whistle gets called, your character shooting a stunner into the top corner just as the timer came to an end. She threw her controller on the couch and huffed, arms crossed and pout on her lips. You celebrated a little more, laughing at her antics. Soon you gave up, sitting beside her and kissing her cheek.
“I’m mad at ya, go away.” She told you, not looking at your grinning face.
“Oh Gee, you’ve beat me hundreds of times. Let me enjoy this you sore loser.” You laughed at her, punching her arm slightly as you see a little smile lift in the corner of her lips which she tries hard to suppress. It just makes you grin harder, leaning in and kissing her nose. She pushes you away, trying to conceal her joy. Finally, she grabs you, pinning you down on the couch and kisses you hard. You kiss her back, tongue darting out and swiping across her bottom lip. She whines a little and you make out for a while.
She grins, pulling away. “I hate you, Y/L/N.”
“Oh please, you could never Stanway.”
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georgia stanway x reader | memories from the dark room 🫧
✘ summary: georgia surprises you with a reusable film camera so the two of you can make cute memories together
✘ warnings/tags: tooth-rotting fluff, film date
✘ words: 982
a/n: there isnt enough love for george so im fixing that now, also sorry its short
You sat comfortably in your shared flat, having a late tea in the kitchen as you heard keys jingling outside your door.
"Babe! I'm home! And I've brought presents!" Georgia shouted as she locked the door.
"Presents?" You questioned, pulling her into a tight hug and burying your face in her neck.
The midfielder's arms came around your waist pulling you closer as she pressed a kiss to your head.
"Yeah!" She replied excitedly. "You're gonna love it, babe!"
The two of you pulled away from the hug, you finally noticing the shopping bag dangling from her wrist. Your eyes followed her hands as she pulled out two reusable Kodak film cameras for the pair of you, both in your respective favourite colours. Your heart melted at the sight, previously mentioning before how you were gaining an interest in photography ever since you got your hands on her FujiFilm X100V, never looking back since. Throughout your monthly anniversaries, she would get you photography-related presents, one of them being your precious instant film camera and another being a custom keychain with pictures of the two of you made out of an old film roll. It was small gestures like that, that made your heart swoon for the short brunette.
"George!" You squealed, pulling her into another hug, this time peppering her now flush cheeks with little pecks.
The two of you rushed into the living room, you struggled to contain your excitement, your legs bouncing as you watched Georgia carefully insert the rolls of film into the cameras, handing over yours first. It was your first time shooting on film, only ever shooting digitally on Georgia's camera and your Evo or using your Evo for instant film shots, so you were buzzing with adrenaline.
You held the new toy in your hands ready to test drive it, watching as the brunette shifted herself closer to you, showing you how to properly hold it and not block the lens.
"So if you grab it like this.." She stuck her tongue out, a concentrated look painting her face. "..yeah.. like that, then you should be good to go. This dial here is how you wind your film.. this switch here is how you turn on your flash.. and this button here is your shutter."
You smiled at her through the entire explanation, knowing pretty much everything she said but allowing her to go ahead and teach you anyway, it made you happy watching her so who were you to stop her.
"Can we shoot some film today?" You asked quietly, biting your lower lip, hoping that she wouldn't deny your request.
"Actually I was hoping we could go out into town and take some pictures together... that's kinda why I bought them." She admitted sheepishly, fidgeting with the sleeves of her England hoodie.
The two of you strolled your way through your neighborhood, hand-in-hand, lightly swinging them about as you walked into town. As you walked through the markets Georgia would point out things to you that she deemed 'good photo spots', guiding you to a good standing position and standing behind you to help you take the pictures. It was sweet, it was soft, and you very much enjoyed the feeling of your girlfriend's biceps around you as her hands were on top of yours, helping you stablise and take some shots. You occasionally turning your head to the side mid-photo and placing a quick peck on her cheeks as her face leaned over your shoulder.
"Are you gonna take any, Gee?"
"Y-Yeah.. just wanna help you first.. that's all." She blushed, rubbing the back of her neck.
The midfielder took a step back, watching in awe as you proceeded to take the next few shots of some of the flowers at one of the stalls, noticing how a particular bouquet had your attention. When you weren't looking Georgia talked to one of the workers at the flower stall, asking for that specific bouquet that you were admiring.
Unknowingly, you continued to wind up your film and snap more pictures of your surroundings, feeling a light tap at your shoulder after your 26th exposure.
You turned around to see your girlfriend holding that same bouquet you were admiring. You happily took the flowers from her, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. "You're adorable, Gee."
The two of you continued strolling throughout the market, taking more pictures of cute things and being madly in love with each other. You caught Georgia taking a few sneaky pictures of you whilst the two of you wandered about, blushing every time you saw the flash in your peripherals.
"I'll make sure to send our rolls off to that developing company first thing tomorrow, babe." The brunette replied, placing a soft kiss to your forehead as the two of you walked back home before it got too dark.
A Few Days Later..
"[y/n/n]! Our film is here!" Georgia shouted from the front door, having retrieved the parcel with your prints.
She hurriedly opened up the box, finding two rolls of negatives, all of your photos printed out, and two CDs with the digitals.
"They're beautiful." You sighed, happy that your first time shooting on film was a complete success, thanks to your love.
Georgia smiled at you, seeing that you were satisfied with the prints. "We could make a little scrapbook with them. Have a little scrapbook dedicated to all our dates."
"Yeah?" Your eyes met hers, seeing how her features softened when she looked into yours.
"Yeah." She hummed, leaning close to press a delicate kiss to your lips, your hand coming to cup her face.
The two of you made it a habit, from now on, to always bring film cameras wherever you went, adding more magic to your memories. It was simple yet beautiful and you couldn't imagine doing it with anyone else.
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Could you please do one with Georgia Stanway where they are just hanging out with the Lionesses and their teammates make fun of them for being so in love? Thank you so much!!!
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Georgia Stanway x reader
warnings: none
Summary: You and Georgia are utterly in love with each other.
"Sup, baby cakes," you said to Georgia as you walked into the room with your roommate for this camp, Keira. You plopped onto her lap and leaned in to give her a kiss that lasted too long for your friends' liking as Keira and Leah started to fake gag.
"Please never call me that again, what happened to 'babe'?" Georgia said as she wrapped her arms around you and pulled you further onto her lap, if that was even possible.
"Yeah, please never call her that again. That was just plain disgusting, mate," Lucy said as she sat down on the couch in the lounge next to you and Georgia. Leah and Keira sat in front of you on bean bags. You just stuck your tongue out at Lucy and then turned your head back to keep staring at your girlfriend with a lovesick expression.
"Knock it off with the lovesick eyes, it’s making me nauseous," Leah groaned.
"You’re just mad you’re the only single one again," Georgia quipped back as she finally tore her gaze from yours, in her opinion, the most beautiful eyes in the world.
"It’s not my fault Lucy got with Ona and Keira got with Laura. It was already bad enough having to see you two being all in love or whatever for the last two years."
"Don’t be all grumpy because your charm hasn’t worked on anyone yet," you said to Leah as Georgia kissed your cheek.
"What are you guys on about now?" Tooney said as she and Alessia came into the room and sat on the other couch.
"Just how Leah is always grumpy because she hasn’t gotten any recently," Georgia told her and Alessia with a laugh as Leah had her usual frown on, glaring at Georgia.
"People like my charm just fine, thank you very much," Leah responded back. As they continued talking, you and Georgia sunk back into your own world, your head tucked against hers as she kissed the top of your head.
"Did you have a good day, love?" Georgia asked, back to staring into your eyes as the others' conversation continued in the background.
"Yeah, except for when we were on separate rotations in the gym and I couldn’t stare at your ass in the shorts I like on you." Georgia laughed at your response right as you let out a yawn.
"Tired, baby?"
You nodded into Georgia's neck at her question.
"You want to go watch that new movie we haven’t gotten to watch yet and have some cuddles before Keira kicks me out again?" You nodded again as Georgia helped you stand up, grabbing your hand to lead you back to your room.
"You have one hour, Stanway, and don’t be doing anything nasty on my bed like last time, please," Keira called after you.
"It was faster to get to," Georgia called back just before you both stepped into the elevator.
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