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gpcwsl · 3 days ago

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fuckboy leah, reader gets sad, leah gets guilty, she changes and proves r differently

Warnings: short? suggestive, one night stands, kissing.

Leah Williamson x Reader

- Just a one time thing -

MasterList

It wasn’t your scene. Too many people, too much noise, and far too little space to breathe. The dim lights of the club flickered against the rhythm of pounding music, casting shadows across faces you barely recognized. The only reason you were here was because your best friend, Emma, had dragged you along, insisting it was your chance to unwind.

“Trust me,” Emma said, nudging your shoulder as you sipped your drink. “You need this. Plus, look around. You might spot someone interesting.”

You rolled your eyes but humored her, scanning the crowd half-heartedly—until your gaze locked on her. Leah Williamson. Captain. Leader. Legend. She stood effortlessly at the bar, a drink in hand, wearing a leather jacket that somehow made her even more striking in person.

Her blonde hair was tied back, and her smirk was one of quiet confidence, as if she knew the effect she had on people. When your eyes met, you froze. Leah raised an eyebrow, her smirk deepening as if she could see straight through you.

“She’s looking at you,” Emma whispered excitedly.

No, she’s not,” you muttered, tearing your gaze away.

“She definitely is. Go talk to her!”

Before you could protest, Leah was already approaching, her strides casual but deliberate.

“Hey,” she said, her voice smooth, with just a hint of playfulness. “You looked like you were having the time of your life over here.”

Your laugh was nervous. “Oh yeah, nothing screams fun like standing in the corner, avoiding people.”

Her grin widened. “Lucky for you, I’m here to fix that.”

The conversation flowed effortlessly after that. Leah was charming, quick-witted, and surprisingly down-to-earth. You felt an electric pull toward her, and by the time the night was winding down, you couldn’t resist when she leaned in and murmured, “Do you want to get out of here?”

You barely made it to her place before you were all over each other. Her lips were soft, her touch firm but tender, and the way she whispered your name felt like a promise of something more.

But by morning, that promise shattered.

Leah woke early, stretching as she sat up in bed. You watched her, hoping she might say something that hinted at what the night had meant to her. Instead, she glanced at you with a casual smile.

“Last night was fun,” she said, her tone light. “But, uh… you know, it’s just one of those things.”

Her words hit like a slap. You blinked, forcing a smile you didn’t feel. “Yeah, of course. Just a one-time thing.”

Leah nodded, oblivious to the ache in your chest, and left shortly after. You lay in bed for a long time, staring at the ceiling and wondering why you’d let yourself believe it could have been anything more.

Weeks passed, and the memory of that night refused to leave you. Every time you closed your eyes, you could see Leah’s smirk, hear her laugh, feel her hands on your skin. But no matter how much you wanted to reach out to her, you couldn’t forget how easily she’d brushed it all off.

To protect yourself, you started avoiding her. It wasn’t hard at first—your social circles didn’t overlap much. But when mutual friends invited you to gatherings, you found yourself declining. The thought of seeing her, of acting like you were fine, was too much.

Emma noticed, of course. “You can’t hide forever,” she said one evening as you sat on your couch, scrolling aimlessly on your phone.

“I’m not hiding,” you lied. “I’m just busy.”

Emma gave you a knowing look but didn’t push. She didn’t have to. You knew the truth: you were running from your feelings. And the worst part was that Leah didn’t seem to care. She hadn’t reached out, hadn’t noticed your absence. To her, you were just another fleeting moment.

Or so you thought.

It was Emma’s birthday party that finally forced you out of hiding. She wouldn’t take no for an answer, and you couldn’t exactly skip your best friend’s celebration. Reluctantly, you got dressed, trying not to overthink what might happen if Leah was there.

The party was in full swing by the time you arrived. Laughter and music filled the air, and you found yourself relaxing a little as Emma dragged you into the crowd. For a while, you managed to enjoy yourself, chatting with friends and sipping your drink.

But then you saw her.

Leah stood near the bar, laughing at something a teammate had said. She looked effortlessly beautiful, her blonde hair catching the light as she tilted her head back in laughter. Your chest tightened. You turned away, hoping she wouldn’t see you.

Too late.

Leah’s laughter faded when she spotted you. Her smile faltered, replaced by a look of surprise—and something else you couldn’t quite place. She excused herself from her group and started making her way toward you.

“Hey,” she said when she reached you, her voice soft.

You glanced at her briefly. “Hi.”

An awkward silence stretched between you. Leah shifted on her feet, looking uncharacteristically nervous. “I haven’t seen you around lately.”

You shrugged, keeping your tone neutral. “Been busy.”

“Right.” She hesitated. “Can we talk?”

You crossed your arms, finally meeting her gaze. “About what?”

Leah exhaled, running a hand through her hair. “About us.”

You let out a bitter laugh. “There is no ‘us,’ Leah. You made that pretty clear.”

“I know,” she said quickly, her voice tinged with regret. “And I was wrong. I thought keeping it casual was the right thing to do, but I can’t stop thinking about you. I miss you.”

Her words caught you off guard. You stared at her, trying to process what she was saying. “Why now?” you asked, your voice quieter. “Why tell me this now?”

“Because I’m tired of pretending I don’t care,” Leah admitted, stepping closer. “I care about you, and I want to make it right—if you’ll let me.”

The weeks that followed were a whirlwind of emotions. Leah didn’t just say she wanted to make it up to you—she proved it. She showed up, consistently and earnestly, with no games or mixed signals. She apologized for how she’d hurt you, and you could see in her eyes how much she meant it.

It wasn’t easy to let your guard down again, but Leah’s patience and sincerity chipped away at your walls. Slowly but surely, you began to trust her.

One evening, as the two of you sat on your couch, Leah took your hand in hers. “I don’t want to mess this up,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “You mean too much to me.”

You leaned your head against her shoulder, feeling the weight of her words. “Just don’t run this time.”

“I won’t,” she promised. And for the first time, you believed her.

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gpcwsl · 2 days ago

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r x leah/alessia grew up together and have been best friends since. they act like a couple and everyone thinks they are but they’re both completely oblivious

Warnings: a kiss?

Leah Williamson x Reader

- Last ones to know -

MasterList

The late afternoon sun streamed through the park trees as Leah kicked the football toward you. The thud of her foot meeting the ball was as familiar to you as the sound of your own heartbeat. You darted forward, trying to intercept, but she was faster. Always had been.

“Too slow!” she taunted, her grin wide and mischievous.

You groaned, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “You know I let you win, right? I just don’t want to bruise your ego.”

Leah smirked, trapping the ball under her foot. “Sure you did.” She paused, looking around. The park was empty except for the two of you, just like it had been when you were kids. Back then, you’d spend hours here, turning patches of grass into stadiums in your imagination.

“Do you ever think about when we were kids?” Leah asked suddenly, her voice softer.

“All the time,” you admitted, walking up to stand beside her. “Especially how I always carried your team in our little tournaments.”

She bumped you with her shoulder. “Delusional.”

You laughed, but your chest warmed at the familiarity of it all. Leah had always been like this—sharp-tongued but gentle, competitive but protective. The kind of person who’d tease you mercilessly but also stand in front of you if anyone else dared to try.

You’d met Leah when you were seven years old, the new kid in the neighborhood. Your first encounter had been less than graceful: she’d accidentally hit you in the face with a football while practicing in the park.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” she’d asked, wide-eyed and panicked, crouching beside you.

You’d sniffled, holding your nose, but the sight of her distressed face had made you laugh. “You’ve got a terrible aim.”

She’d grinned then, the kind of smile that made you forget your stinging nose. “Wanna play?”

From that day on, you were inseparable. Whether it was playing football until the streetlights came on or sneaking into each other’s rooms to whisper about school crushes and big dreams, Leah became your safe place.

Now, years later, that bond had only grown stronger. You and Leah were adults with busy lives, but your friendship remained the one constant.

The first time someone mistook you for a couple, it had been funny. You’d both laughed it off, joking about how people couldn’t handle a “platonic dream team.” But as it happened more often, the jokes started to sting in ways neither of you could explain.

After one of Leah’s matches, you were standing by the pitch, waiting for her. She spotted you instantly, her face breaking into a grin. She jogged over, still in her kit, and pulled you into a sweaty hug.

“God, Leah!” you laughed, trying to squirm away. “You’re disgusting.”

“Stop complaining,” she said, squeezing you tighter. “You love it.”

“Do I?” you teased, but your heart fluttered in a way you chose to ignore.

One of her teammates walked by, smirking. “Leah’s better half strikes again,” she said, giving you a mock salute.

Leah rolled her eyes, but you caught the faint blush on her cheeks. “They’re just jealous,” she muttered as the teammate walked away.

“Jealous of what?” you asked, genuinely curious.

She shrugged, avoiding your gaze. “Nothing. Forget it.”

You didn’t press her, though you couldn’t shake the way your chest tightened at her words.

Leah’s family had always treated you like one of their own. So when her mum invited you to Sunday dinner, you didn’t hesitate.

The evening was filled with laughter and good-natured teasing, as it always was. You sat next to Leah at the table, your shoulders brushing every so often.

“So,” her mum said, setting down a dish. “When are you two finally going to admit it?”

You froze, a piece of roast halfway to your mouth. “Admit what?”

Leah groaned, covering her face with her hands. “Mum, not this again.”

Her mum just smiled knowingly. “Oh, come on. You’ve been in each other’s pockets since you were kids. It’s obvious to everyone except you two.”

You laughed nervously, glancing at Leah. “We’re just friends,” you said quickly.

Her mum raised an eyebrow. “If you say so.”

Leah didn’t say anything, but she was unusually quiet for the rest of the meal.

ILater that night, as you lay in bed, you couldn’t stop thinking about her mum’s words. Were you and Leah really so obvious? And if so… why didn’t you feel weird about it?

Leah, meanwhile, was having similar thoughts. She stared at her ceiling, replaying the day in her mind. It wasn’t the first time someone had assumed you were together, but this time it felt different.

“Why does it matter?” she whispered to herself, her chest tightening.

The week after Leah’s family dinner was like any other on the surface. You still met up for your usual Friday coffee run and sent each other memes at midnight, but there was a shift in the air. Something unspoken hovered between you, neither of you daring to address it.

It started when you mentioned a coworker.

“Jamie’s been helping me with this project,” you said casually, sipping your coffee. “They’re great. Really funny, too.”

Leah froze mid-bite of her croissant. “Jamie?” she asked, trying to sound uninterested.

You nodded. “Yeah. They’ve been a lifesaver. Stayed late with me last night to finish everything up.”

Leah felt a sharp, unfamiliar pang in her chest. “Sounds… nice,” she said, though her tone betrayed her.

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you okay?”

“Me? Fine.” She forced a smile, though her grip on her coffee cup tightened.

Later that evening, Leah texted you:

Leah: So… is this Jamie person just a coworker?

You: Yeah, why?

Leah: No reason. Just wondering.

But it wasn’t no reason. The thought of someone else being that close to you made her stomach twist.

A few days later, the tables turned.

Leah had mentioned in passing that her teammates were trying to set her up on a date. You’d laughed it off at first, but when you saw the texts popping up on her phone—“She’s cute, Leah! Just say yes!”—you felt an ache you couldn’t explain.

“You’re actually considering it?” you asked, trying to sound casual.

Leah shrugged. “Maybe. I mean, it’s just a date, right?”

You nodded, forcing a smile. “Right. Just a date.”

But as you walked home that evening, you couldn’t stop picturing her with someone else. Someone who wasn’t you.

The annual weekend getaway had always been a highlight of your friendship. This year, you rented a small cabin by the lake, just the two of you. It was supposed to be an escape from the noise of your lives, but instead, it became the backdrop for the emotional storm brewing between you.

The first night, you sat by the campfire, the crackling flames casting shadows across Leah’s face.

“You’ve been quiet lately,” you said, breaking the silence.

Leah shrugged, poking at the fire with a stick. “Just… thinking.”

“About what?”

She hesitated. “Do you ever feel like… people see us differently than we see ourselves?”

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Like… maybe they see something we don’t.”

Your chest tightened. “Are you talking about what your mum said?”

Leah nodded, her gaze fixed on the fire. “Yeah. I mean, why do people keep saying it? Are we… giving them a reason to think that?”

You laughed nervously. “We’re just close. People don’t get it.”

“Yeah,” she said softly. “Maybe.”

The conversation lingered in the air, unresolved.

The next day, you went out for a hike. The trail was quiet, the only sounds the crunch of leaves underfoot and the occasional birdcall.

As you reached the summit, Leah stopped and turned to you.

“Why did you ask if I was considering that date?” she asked suddenly.

You blinked, caught off guard. “I don’t know. Just curious.”

She stepped closer, her eyes searching yours. “Was that all it was?”

“Why are you asking me this?” you whispered, your heart pounding.

“Because I can’t stop thinking about it,” she admitted. “Every time someone flirts with you or sets me up, I feel… I don’t know. Weird. Like it’s wrong.”

You swallowed hard, your pulse racing. “Leah…”

“I think…” She hesitated, then shook her head. “Forget it.”

But you couldn’t forget it. Her words stayed with you, echoing in your mind long after the hike was over.

That evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you sat on the cabin porch, staring at the lake. Leah joined you, sitting so close your knees touched.

“I need to say something,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.

You turned to her, your breath catching at the vulnerability in her eyes.

“I’ve been trying to ignore it,” she began, “but I can’t anymore. I think… I’ve always felt something more for you. I just didn’t realize what it was until now.”

Your heart stopped. “Leah, are you saying…?”

“I love you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Not just as a friend. Not just because we’ve known each other forever. I love you in every way.”

Tears stung your eyes as her words sunk in. “Leah, I…” You trailed off, overwhelmed.

“It’s okay,” she said quickly. “You don’t have to say anything. I just needed you to know.”

But you couldn’t let her think it wasn’t mutual. Reaching out, you took her hand in yours. “I love you too,” you admitted. “I think I always have. I was just too scared to see it.”

Relief and joy flooded her face as she pulled you into her arms.

The weekend at the cabin came to an end too quickly, and you found yourself driving back home, the weight of the real world creeping back in. But this time, it felt different.

Leah was in the passenger seat, her hand resting on the center console, palm up. Without thinking, you slipped your fingers into hers. She glanced over at you, her smile soft and full of unspoken promises.

“Do you think people will notice?” you asked suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence.

Leah raised an eyebrow. “Notice what?”

“That we’re… different now,” you said, your voice quieter.

Leah’s thumb traced slow circles on the back of your hand. “They’ve always thought we were a couple. Now they’ll just be right.”

You laughed, her words easing your nerves. “Fair point.”

Her tone turned more serious. “We don’t have to tell anyone right away if you’re not ready. This is ours, first and foremost.”

You glanced at her, warmth flooding your chest. “No, I want them to know. I want the world to know.”

Leah’s smile widened, her cheeks tinged pink. “Good. Because I was going to have a hard time not kissing you in public.”

It didn’t take long for Leah’s teammates to figure it out. You showed up at her next match, as you always did, but this time something was different.

When Leah spotted you in the stands, she jogged over after the final whistle and pulled you into a hug—nothing unusual. But then she pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before stepping back, her grin sheepish but unashamed.

You felt your face heat as her teammates began whooping and cheering from the sidelines.

“Finally!” one of them shouted, throwing her arms in the air. “I was starting to think you two would never figure it out!”

Leah rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. “You lot are ridiculous.”

“But we’re right,” another teammate said, grinning at you. “Welcome to the family, officially.”

When you showed up at Leah’s family home for dinner a week later, her mum took one look at you and grinned.

“So, it’s finally happened,” she said, hands on her hips.

Leah groaned, her face in her hands. “Mum, can we not make this a thing?”

Her mum just laughed, pulling you both into a hug. “Oh, it’s a thing, sweetheart. I’ve been rooting for this since you were kids.”

Leah’s cheeks turned red, but you couldn’t help but laugh. “Guess we were the last ones to know, huh?”

Her mum winked at you. “Better late than never.”

A few weeks later, Leah insisted on taking you out for a proper date. She picked a cozy Italian restaurant, tucked away from the usual crowds.

You sat across from her, your hands intertwined on the table, the candlelight casting soft shadows across her face.

“You’re staring,” she teased, though her own gaze hadn’t left yours.

“Can you blame me?” you shot back, feeling bold.

She laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “I still can’t believe this is real,” she admitted. “That you’re mine.”

“I’ve always been yours,” you said softly.

Her eyes softened, and she squeezed your hand. “And I’ve always been yours.”

As the night went on, you couldn’t help but notice how relaxed she was, her guard completely down in a way you’d only ever seen when it was just the two of you. It felt right—like you’d both finally found the piece of your lives that had been missing.

Months passed, and your relationship only grew stronger. The transition from best friends to partners wasn’t always easy—there were moments of doubt, of learning how to navigate the new dynamic—but you faced it all together.

One quiet evening, you sat on the couch in Leah’s flat, her head resting on your shoulder.

“Do you ever think about what’s next?” she asked suddenly.

You turned to look at her. “What do you mean?”

“Us,” she said, her voice soft. “I mean, we’ve known each other forever, but now… it feels like we’re starting all over again. In a good way.”

You smiled, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “Whatever’s next, we’ll figure it out together. We always do.”

She grinned, leaning up to kiss you. “I like the sound of that.”

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