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leah-lover · 5 months

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Love in Ibiza. Barca x reader.

Orgy part 1. Part 2

You heard ibiza was beautiful and fun but you never thought you would experience it ever in your life. You were a midfielder from Manchester who suddenly got a call up to replace one of the best midfielders in the best club in the world. Your life was as normal as any footballer but your work ethic wasn't. You were talented and hard working which paid off. Barcelona offered you a contract that would then change your life in many different ways. The first obvious way was the new place, friends, and community in which you struggled a little. The weather was a nice touch that made you like the place more. As for the friends you quickly got friendly with your new teammates but the language barrier stopped it from progressing to more than friendly. The only person you considered close was Lucy. you never got to play with in man city but she was your shoulder in Barcelona. She showed you everywhere and helped you in a lot of ways. The second thing that changed your life was the winning, the positive and ruthless reputation, and the attention. It all served well in the end and landed you the best trophy in women’s football which was the champions league. As a celebration of the fact, some of the girls rented a house in Ibiza to go celebrate their victory , which was a tradition at that point. You weren't going at the beginning but when Lucy insisted you couldn't say no to her not after her kindness towards you.

You were a shy person but after the tequila shots coursing through your veins a new found bravery was all over you. You danced all your adrenaline away on the first night of the celebration. You were on the dance floor the whole night dancing with your teammates. Suddenly , you felt your legs give out so you headed back to the house and called it a night. Your drunkenness didn’t allow you to see the scene you were about to walk in through out the window. You stumbled all the way to the door, your hand searching for the key and your eyes not functioning properly. You open the door, walk in, and throw your purse and keys aside. You still pay no attention to the people in front of you or the noises coming from their direction. You then walk towards the coach only to lift your head and see mapi making out with alexia. The shock of the moment led you to scream and run outside. You close the door behind you and go back to the club again. Once you got there Lucy was the first one to find you.

“ Sweetie, what happened? Why are you so pale, talk to me please?” she asked, worry on her face.

“ promise me you wont tell anyone.” you respond.

“ yeah of course.” she responds.

“ capitna is… well mapi is…… Fuck why did i go back to the house.” you sit on the sidewalk your head in you hands.

“ You are not making any sense.”

“ mapi is cheating on ingrid, she was making out with alexia. I don't know….”

“ Come with me.” said Lucy, helping you stand up. She took your hand and led you without saying a word. You didn't understand what she was doing at first until you realized she was going back to the house and you stopped her.

“ Luce no please.”

“ Just trust me okay.” you sight in agreement and follow her back to the house.

Once you got there you noticed the window now that ingrid was the one who was kissing alexia now. In shock you stop Lucy again but now you are at the front door so she just opens the door and walks in.

“ luce, lucy” you whisper but she pays you no attention and walks in. However, you stay at the door.

“ You can walk in, carino, it's fine,” said alexia. You jumped again at the sound of her voice, but you obeyed and entered. You made your way to the couch and sat at the end of it.

“ I am so sorry about the way I reacted and swear I didn't mean anything bad. I was just confused and surprised and…” you were speaking really fast and you felt sweat develop with a rapid pave on you body. “ Sweetie, it's alright just breathe, listen, and you will understand. “ said Lucy after she put her hand on your thigh.”

“ You see, this time in Ibiza isn't used just for partying. We celebrate with more than tha. We do whatever we want and whoever we want. We all have an understand=ding of the commitment we made with one another. By we I mean myself, mapi, alexia, jenni, aitana, lucy, and ona. We like each other so we sleep with one another, sometimes only 2 of us, sometimes it's all of us.” explained ingrid with a small smile on her face.

“ you weren't supposed to see anything. I didn't want you to stay alone in Barcelona so I invited you. I am so sorry if you are uncomfortable we can book you a flight out of here.” apologized lucy.

It took you a minute to absorb all the new information. You didn't realize that they were waiting for a response from you. All their eyes were glued on you.

“ Do I have to go?” you respond.

“ Only if you want to” responded lucy.

“ If I don't leave, what happens then?” you say with a cheeky tone.

“ whatever you want. “

The room was static by now, most of you were on edge.

“ Is this celebration an exclusive thing or?” you ask, oxygen no longer entering your body.

“ Are you aware of what you are saying?” asked ingrid.

“ yes.” you respond, nervousness clear on your face.

“ no.” jumped alexia. You didn't anticipate her response so a frown developed on your face.

“ capi.” said mapi.

“ Ella no está lista” responded Alexia to her.

“ I am ready.” you say to alexia.

Everyone then turns silent.

After that Lucy sits closer to you, and moves her head milemeteres away from yours. “ are you sure?” she whispers. You lock your lips with hers as a response.

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inuyashaluver · 5 months

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Hi could you do smt abt being Lucy bronzes little sister who is the photographer for city women and is in a secret relationship with Leila Ouahabi and no one know because your “forbidden” to footballers per Lucy’s request as according to her your still a baby as your like 23/24 ish.

by the rule book - leila ouahabi

leila ouahabi x reader

description: in which you and your sister have a set of rules that you break because of a certain defender

warnings: let’s pretend leila attended the world cup, basically me yapping, swearing, angsty?

a/n: leila train has arrived back at my stop lmao, thank you so much for the request, much love, enjoy ❤️❤️

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you and your sister had a set of rules that were heavily referenced while growing up, and the present.

this set of rules sworn on by each sister with the promise they would never be broken. and they weren’t, until leila came into the picture.

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you were 8 years younger than your sister, lucy. you’re a bronze sister, meaning you were extremely fun, playful, but serious and stoic when you needed to be. you and your sister brought out the best in each other, expecting nothing but the finest.

lucy was the best older sister, she was funny and always included you in everything she did once you grew out of your snitch phase and actually became cool in her eyes. the two of you were always extremely close and that’s how you both liked it.

she encouraged you to put your heart to your passion, one of the main reasons you became a photographer.

lucy was extremely protective of you, hence why she created a simple set of rules between the two of you that shouldn’t be broken.

1 - don’t date any of lucy’s teammates

2 - don’t date any of (y/n)’s friends

3 - respect each other’s boundaries

4 - be honest with each other

5 - sisters come first

the rules were easily agreed upon by the both of you, they were made when you were 16 and lucy was 24.

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you followed lucy around for photographer opportunities, landing yourself a permanent position on the media teams of both england and manchester city when lucy joined in 2020.

you always loved photography, adoring the feeling of capturing a canvas that would be around for years to come.

just before lucy joined in 2020, you were both at england camp. in free time, everyone would eagerly chatter about their new or current clubs they were going to.

you angled your camera at keira while leah marked her during a mini game, checking the photos with a pleased smile until your sister hopped on your back.

“munchkin!” (your nickname for as long as you can remember) “luce! get off!” you laugh, almost falling flat on your face until your sister got off you, giving you an exaggerated kiss on the cheek that you were quick to squeal and complain about.

“you’re so annoying” you grumble, unable to fight your smile at seeing your sister’s bright grin. “shut up, show me some pics, picasso” she teases.

you roll your eyes amusingly, giving her a sneak peek of all the photos you’d taken so far, letting out a bright laugh when she made you stop on a photo of her.

“that’s class” she pinches your cheek teasingly, “well done, baby sis” she coos teasingly, a couple of the girls coming over and teasing you too.

everyone viewed you as family and a teammate even though you were just their photographer, you’d been with them for so long, they’d grown a huge love for you.

“you excited for manchester, (y/n/n)?” leah throws an arm over your shoulder as you both walked inside st george, “yeah! should be good, nice and cold” you grin,

“maybe manchester city is where we can finally see you get a partner?” she teases, you both laugh, “lee, come on, you know the rules” you laugh, “i know the rules!” lucy calls out from behind you from where she was walking behind you.

you flip her off and she gasps offendedly, “i could get you fired for that!” she exclaims, you wave her off, laughing along with leah.

—

you, lucy and keira all lived together in manchester, splitting the rent and living comfortably.

but in 2022, the two of them got offered contracts for barcelona and they accepted, but you didn’t. manchester felt like home to you, and you really didn’t want to leave it.

it was the first time you’d been away from lucy, and don’t be mistaken, you are a highly independent person but something was so reassuring about having your sister with you.

before they moved, they helped you move into a flat for yourself, small and homey like you needed.

it was incredibly tearful dropping keira and lucy off to the airport, you don’t think you’ve ever felt your sister hug you so tight.

“i love you” she breathes out into your embrace, you hug her back equally as tight, “such a sap, bronzes don’t do that” you tease, receiving a slap on the back of your head.

it was daunting for the both of you to be apart, not really having to do that in your lives.

“i love you too” you smile, “i’ll call you when we land” lucy sniffs, hastily wiping away her tears and letting keira hug you as well. “my favourite bronze” keira smiles, both you and lucy letting out a wet laugh.

you wave them both off with a sad smile, waiting for them to go through the gate before you dragged yourself back to your car and drove off.

—

you went back to work at the beginning of the season, waiting for the girls to come outside to photograph their training session.

you smile and wave to familiar faces, taking a couple of test photos before you noticed a new face that you didn’t recognise at first, one of the new signings.

your eyes narrowed slightly in concentration when you looked at her, until you realised who it was. leila ouahabi.

you’ve never met her formally, only smiling at her in the hallways of national games if you had the chance. you always thought she was absolutely gorgeous, but you also appreciated the way she defended, even your sister agreeing she was incredible.

leila smiles at you, slightly surprised to recognise you slightly. the truth was, leila had been heavily looking at your social media platform ever since she laid eyes on you way back.

she thought you were gorgeous, she could tell you were a soft soul, with your charming smile and cute little face you made when you were concentrating on your camera.

she wanted to know you, she was just shy about it, not knowing to approach you, maybe this was the opportunity she needed.

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training progressed, you smile pleasingly when you look back at your photos, your ultra focus showing on your facial features as you attempt to capture the best photos possible.

you were sat on the side of the pitch watching the girls train, your eyes subconsciously drifting to the spaniard.

it was until a mini game that a certain defender was chasing the ball, kicking it out and sliding directly next to you that your breathing quickened.

you look down to see her slightly wincing, heavily breathing and looking a little too attractive but that was an afterthought.

“are you okay?” you breathe out, the girl on the floor looks up at you surprised, a sly smile taking over her features.

“i’m fine, hermosa (beautiful), thank you” she winks, pushing herself up from the floor and dusting herself off, walking back to the pitch and making sure to look back at you with a flirty smile.

you blink in shock, what was that interaction?

—

these interactions went on, situations where you felt extremely nervous around her even when she was barely doing anything.

you were photographing the new kit, only a set amount of players selected for the campaign, and luckily for you, leila was the very last model for the day.

leila came in with her charming smile and a dray of drinks in her hands, she perks up when you make eye contact.

“good morning, hermosa (beautiful)” she grins, extending the warm drink out to you, you look at her in surprise, a grateful smile gracing your features.

“morning, leila, thank you” you take a sip and let out a pleased sigh, “how did you know this is my favourite?” you tease.

“i read your cup” she says with a flirty smile, though her cheeks tinged slightly with pink. you smile before clearing your throat.

you go through the plans for the shoot, explaining what type of photos you’ll be taking, the approach of the shoot and what you needed from her.

she maintained eye contact the entire time you spoke, nodding along with each and every word and clarifying on things when she didn’t understand.

it was almost hard to press the shutter button when leila would pose, it was a simple, basic, arms crossed - stoic football pose photo that you’ve taken numerous times in your career but something was just so different about how leila did it.

her confidence poured out of her and her smirk made your stomach flip. she was serious but loved to joke around with you when the time called for it.

the two of you basically chatting, taking a photo, chatting, taking a photo. a simple yet effective formula that you both enjoyed. so much so, leila asked you to go out on a date with her and you accepted without a second thought.

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the two of you went on a couple of dates before the two of you started dating. back then it was really fresh but extremely obvious with the heart eyes you’d send each other.

the manchester girls caught on before the two of you could even process it. and the only condition for everyone was to vow their silence around your sister with the promise of the best pictures being published.

as time progressed, you both moved in together, both of you in one of the most genuine, loving relationship the two of you had ever had.

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“baby, i’m working” you giggle, pressed up against a random wall, one hand on leila’s hip, camera in the other.

“amor (love), you’re not working right now” she grins cheekily, lips quickly locking with yours. one of her hands on your cheek and one on your hip holding you close to her.

you let out a little exhale from your nose in a laugh, to focused on kissing your now girlfriend of a year.

it was hard hiding it from lucy, especially when the two of you lived together. you were able to get away with it most of the time, telling your sister your roommate was just really chatty.

“baby” you mumble against her lips, attempting to push her away by the chest but the girl was attached to you, “shh, let it happen” she mockingly scolds, giving you a stern look before she kissed you breathlessly.

that’s when you hear it, the chuckles and teasing coming from familiar blondes, alex and chloe. “get it, baby bronze” alex whistles, you and leila pulled away with a roll of both of your eyes.

“don’t forget about that photo i have of you, alex” you threaten, one taken of her with an expression on her face during a header that had her screeching in fear when she saw you laughing at it.

“you’re just as annoying as your sister” alex flips you off when you blow her a kiss, laughing as they walked away.

leila squishes your cheeks together with one of her hands, forming your lips into a little pout, “mi amor (my love), those are my kisses” she grins lazily, clearly teasing you when she placed a little kiss on your forced pout.

you usher her off to training, giving her a playful slap on her backside that she shook her head at.

—

it was during the 2023 world cup that you both got found out, and boy was it an experience. your sister was extremely confused as to why you were so excited spain was in the final, wondering what your certain new interest about the spanish team was about.

“don’t tell me you’re a traitor, munchkin?” lucy scoffs while you set up your camera on the pitch during a pre-match walk.

“luce, i’ve got my england merch on, thank you” you laugh, shaking your head as you take a quick photo of her with an evident frown on her face, her eyes narrowed at you.

“why do you keep looking at their bench?” she questions, following your eyes to see some of the spain girls walking out to do their own checks.

“why are you so paranoid, lucia?” you tease, punching her lightly on the arm and wincing when a slap made its way to the back of your head.

“some of the girl’s play for city, i’m just being nice” you rub your head in slight pain, glaring at your older sister that she returned.

“i’ll find out, i always do” she concludes, letting you go back to taking some photos and other little media bits.

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and unfortunately for you. she did find out.

the girls were lining up in the tunnel, about 5 minutes until everyone would walk out. ironically you see you sister standing next to leila in the tunnel, you try to fight your smile when you make eye contact with your girlfriend.

she smiles at you, your bodies moving on their own as you completed her pre match ritual, three quick pecks on the lips.

you both smiled brightly when you pulled back, before you heard a sharp voice coming from behind you.

“what the fuck was that?” your sister exclaimed, her hand on your shoulder and spinning you around, both yours and leila’s eyes widened, realising what had just happened. “fucking ouahabi” she breathes out in disbelief.

“i really hope you’re fucking joking, (y/n) bronze because i’m not fucking laughing” she says lowly, not wanting to attract much attention but she was.

you just look up at your sister in shock, mouth slightly agape, “nah, we’re talking about this. later” she glares, both at you and leila.

the girls walk out and you watch them dumbly as you go. you were grateful that moment wasn’t recorded.

during half time your sister wouldn’t even look at you, brushing you off like you were nothing. “don’t” she pleads, walking past you as you tried to approach her.

you walk to the tunnel and felt the tears pricking in your eyes, and like a magnet, leila’s hand found yours, dragging you into a quiet corner where the two of you could have some privacy.

as soon as your girlfriend brought you into a tight embrace, you broke down. “shh, it’s okay” she hums, kissing your cheek softly as you cried in her arms.

she pulls back slightly, looking at you with a sad expression when she saw your tear streaked face, her hand moving up to wipe away the evidence.

“i didn’t want her to find out like that, i was ready to tell her tonight” you sniffle, leila nods along with your words, listening to your little ramble intently as she comforted you.

“i know, bebé (baby), i know” she says sympathetically, pulling you into another hug and just holding you.

she stayed with you the entire time, talking you down and making you look presentable before you went back on the pitch.

she knew she would get subbed off anyway, only wanting to focus on you for the minute. you were still in a hug when lucy came out of the change room, her face softening when she saw your red eyes.

she was about to say something but she stopped herself, not wanting to do this right away. she weirdly smiles at both of you, tight lipped but still somewhat of a smile.

“it’s okay” leila whispers, and it really felt like it was.

leila kisses you softly before she makes her way back on the pitch, and of course when the match ended and england lost, the mood changed.

your sister let you hug her tightly after the loss, holding onto you for dear life as she hugged you. “luce, i’m so sorry, you played so well” you whispered, your hand rubbing up and down her back.

“i’m sorry, munchkin, we still need to talk” she sniffles, wiping away her tears and giving you a gentle smile. you nod, pulling her into another tight hug before you went off to congratulate your girlfriend, weirdly through the encouragement of your sister.

“hey, baby” you smile at your girlfriend, giving her a quick hug when she presses a quick kiss to your cheek.

“hermosa (beautiful)” she greets with a bright smile, “congratulations” you whisper, she thanks you quickly, looking over your shoulder to see your sister hovering around with tears in her eyes, walking around by herself.

“give me one second” leila whispers, gripping your hand gently and walking over to lucy, you and your sister having matching surprised expressions.

“i want to honest, i love your sister, we have been together for a year and we were going to tell you sooner but she was really scared and i respect her” she blurts out,

“i would love to talk about this with you, if you’ll let me” leila says nervously, lucy pauses for a moment before nodding, pulling leila into an extremely quick hug but extremely meaningful.

“sure thing, leila” your sister smiles, a little laugh escaping her lips, “you know, you broke rule number one” lucy teases, telling you everything was going to be okay.

“it doesn’t count! you left when she came over” you groan, letting leila tuck you into her side as she giggled, watching you and your sister bicker like kids.

she could tell how much you cared about each other. but lucy could tell the same for the both of you.

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all three of you did have that talk, you and your girlfriend explained the details of your relationship to your sister that she was actually quite happy about.

she’d never seen you so happy, so light with any of your previous partners.

she could tell you both loved each other because it was so painfully obvious but she was truly happy after she let out a rant about how you literally broke every rule in the contact.

she got over it though, a hefty shopping spree having your bank account screaming for salvation.

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↳ leilaouahabi: you’re no fun

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↳ yourname: you’re annoying

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↳ leilaouahabi: i won’t touch her i swear

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uniteds · 1 year

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stuff that happened in the 2022/2023 football season that should send us into a coma but we’re too desensitized:

1. the whole ass world cup in the middle of the season. what was that

2. manchester united sacking ronaldo and announcing a sale of the club in the middle of the world cup

3. ronaldo getting dropped at the world cup and his replacement scoring a hattrick immediately after

4. keeping up with the belgians (world cup edition)

5. keeping up with the belgians (courtois saying he doesn’t respect kdb after stealing his missus)

6. ronaldo stans beefing with a little moroccan girl

7. the kingdom of saudi arabia buying newcastle united and then telling the premier league that they didn’t and the premier league going “oh okay if you say so”

8. megan thee stallion being romelu lukaku’s date to lautaro martinez’s wedding

9. pique cheating on shakira and then shakira releasing a diss track about it

10. shakira figuring out pique cheated on her because someone ate her strawberry jam and pique doesn’t eat strawberry jam

11. apparently the girl pique cheated on shakira with (clara) cheating on pique with pep

12. wagatha christie libel case

13. real madrid dropping a video accusing barcelona of fascism and the government of cataluyna getting involved

14. the pope coming out as a manchester united fan

15. the one napoli fan that basically made zielinski strip on the pitch

16. mount vesuvius park shutting down because napoli fans wanted to fake an eruption as a celebration

17. frank lampard taking everton into a relegation battle, getting sacked, and then taking chelsea into a relegation battle

18. on that note: chelsea were in a relegation scrap and finished 12th

19. mourinho lost his first ever european final to sevilla europa league black magic

20. whatever the fuck borussia dortmund did on the last day of the bundesliga season

21. anthony martial’s ex wife chasing his first wife down a french motorway with a baby in the passenger seat

22. psg suspending messi because he took an unsanctioned trip to saudi arabia and then unsuspending him two days later because they didn’t want people talking about geopolitics

23. the absolutely bizarre messi apology video released by psg

24. spurs refunding their fans’ tickets after being embarrassing

25. pep’s heartbreak over the fact julia roberts is a manchester united fan

26. chelsea scored one goal in the month of april

27. chelsea and spurs had six managers between them and won one match combined between march and april

28. mourinho fighting anthony taylor after the europa league final

29. milan derby in the ucl for the first time since 2005

30. luis enrique saying he’s cool with the spanish players having sex during the world cup as long as they’re not having orgies

31. luis enrique saying he doesn’t have sex anymore unless his wife wants to

32. man city charged with 115 counts of financial doping and trying to get the barrister in charge disqualified because he’s an arsenal fan

33. mourinho wire-taping himself to catch referees being corrupt

34. ryan reynolds and mac from it’s always sunny in philadelphia buying a football club and that football club getting promoted

35. pele died rip

36. women football awards sponsored by shein and klarna having a category for “male football ally of the year” and it’s just random men that went to one (1) women’s game

37. barcelona negreia case (how do you say calciopoli in catalan?)

38. infantino saying he feels gay, african, like a migrant worker, disabled, arab, and qatari

39. infantino saying he was oppressed as a child because he was ginger and italy is not safe for gingers

40. david alaba’s father in law getting arrested for being one the leaders of a far right group plotting to overthrow the german government

41. richarlison being tumblr’s it girl for a month and then not scoring a goal for the next four

42. juventus being in the middle of another corruption scandal and being docked points because of it

43. two teams getting investigated by the british government for playing football the weekend the queen died

44. gavi getting a yellow card in the first minute of a football match

45. pogba’s brother was arrested by french authorities for being part of a group-organized extortion attempt against pogba

46. richarlison getting a tattoo of neymar’s face and neymar paying him 30k to get it removed

47. iker casillas coming out, puyol implying they had a thing, and both of them retracting it in the most misha collins way possible.

48. sane and mane fight

49. zlatan retired from football

50. barca withholding about 50 million in wages from their players and somehow frenkie still didn’t want to join manchester united

#tp #there’s more but I can’t remember them #manchester united #and others

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magics-neptunes-things · 9 months

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Hello everyone!

Here we are finally in the series I talk about a few days ago. After the votes you chose Leah, but I might have kept some ideas for Alessia afterwards.

I have the beginning of the story and the end, but I have not yet decided exactly what would happen in the middle, so I am unable to tell you how many chapters there will be in this story.

I hope you will like it and as usual, I gladly take your comments, requests and suggestions :) Don’t hesitate to write to me.

Happy reading!

World count : 4.8k

TW : Mention of breaking up and angst. I think nothing else but if you notice something please let me know!

PART 2 I PART 3 I PART 4 I PART 5 I PART 6 | PART 7

The news of your transfer to Arsenal was like a little bomb in the football world. You were on the verge of another contract extension with Manchester City when the London club contacted your agent, offering you a contract that you couldn’t refuse. It wasn’t an easy decision to make, you thought about it long before accepting. You asked for the advice of your parents and friends footballers perhaps a little more experienced than you. Including Ingrid Engen, one of your best friends since you started playing on the Norwegian national team.

After weighing the pros and cons, you decided to accept and say goodbye to Manchester City. Some things will obviously miss you. Starting with some of your teammates that you consider your friends and who seemed really saddened by your departure.

You quickly got along with Laia Aleixandri and Leila Ouahabi, the spanish womens taking you under their wing just arrived in Manchester. They made your life easier and helped you include yourself in the club much more easily than you could have hoped. Leaving your home country at almost 18 wasn’t easy, but if you wanted to continue to follow your dreams, you really had no choice. Norwegian football being less in the spotlight, when you had the first proposal from an English club, you didn’t hesitate a single second. Your parents and relatives encouraged you to accept this offer as well.

Your life in Manchester has been pleasant and you can’t help but be a little nervous about moving to a new city. With other people, other places… In short, to start almost from the beggining. The only thing that has changed between your settlement between Manchester and London is that you have undoubtedly developed your athletic abilities and skills in all areas necessary to be able to play football properly.

Your contract was signed just after the end of the World Cup, so you were the last to announced at Arsenal. This didn’t allow you to find an apartment in time and that is why you find yourself in a hotel room for your first nights in London. It’s a little strange, but you’d rather that than take an apartment that wouldn’t suit you. It’s important for you to really feel at home when you cross the threshold of your door and you haven’t found the one who gave you this impression in those you have visited for the moment.

You only have a few things with you at the moment, all your furniture is stored in Laia’s garage in Manchester, ready to be sent as soon as you find what suits you. Very soon, let’s hope.

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It’s a little nervous that you leave the Uber that accompanies you to the Arsenal training center for your first day under the colors of the club. You have already made the promotional photos, so you have already met several people belonging to the staff. You’ve already had a meeting with Jonas, but you haven’t met a lot of people officially when it comes to the players.

Last night, Alessia Russo contacted you via Instagram (you didn’t even realize she was following you on social media) and offered to wait for you at the entrance to make your way together. You quickly accepted, even if you also quickly understood that it was for you more than for her. Alessia knows a lot of people on the team, unlike you. But the gesture made you happy. Alessia having played at Manchester United while you were playing at Manchester City, you might have had a bad connection with her, being clubs enemy, but that’s not the case. Leila and Laia always took you with them when they were going out with Ona and her friends and that’s how you met Alessia. From saying you’re friends with her there’s a world, but you appreciate the blonde’s personality.

Alessia is already waiting for you when you arrive and you smile at her when you reach her height.

"Hi" you say with a slight smile, responding willingly to her embrace.

"Nervous?" asks the blonde, glancing at you.

You answer with a simple grunt that makes her laugh, before you go to the conference room where you meet the rest of the team. She asks you about your Summer and you ask questions back, learning that she went in her family in Italy.

Several of your teammates are already present when you enter the room, including Jonas who greets you both with a big smile. You find yourself following Alessia around like a lost puppy in the room, but she doesn’t seem to mind. On the contrary, she introduces you to people she already knows.

You’ve come across some of them on football fields in previous games, but aside from a few words exchanged with them, there’s never been anything more. You talk to Laia Codina, whom Laia and Leila described as an adorable girl, when a new trio arrives in the room. Lia, Leah and Katie.

"Katie terrifies me" Alessia jokes in your ear before Leah spots her and leads the other two in your direction.

"Do you know Y/N?" Alessia tells Leah after they greet each other with an embrace.

"Not really" Leah replies with a smile. "Welcome to Arsenal!"

"Thank you very much"

When your eyes meet, you feel a wave of shivers running through your entire body. Nothing to do with the terror that Katie can inspire in Alessia, but what it can mean does intrigue you no less. But you quickly recover, greeting all three. You realize too that Leah’s embrace lasts a few seconds longer than the others, her hand dragging in the hollow of your back when she laughs at a joke Katie made.

Shortly after, Jonas and his assistants arrive in the room and ask you all to sit down. You find yourself next to Alessia and Manuela Zinsberger and listens wisely to what he tells you. This mainly consists of a warm welcome from the new players, a reminder of the goals set for the team this year and the introduction of new staff members. After that, everyone is invited to a brunch and you find yourself around a big round table, once again with Manuela but also with Frida Maanum, who seems delighted to have a compatriot with her on the team.

"We’ll be able to show Stina and Amanda who the real Vikings are" she told you, amusing the people around you.

The least we can say is that you quickly feel comfortable.

Finally you were wrong to fear the introduction into your new team. You haven’t trained together yet, but you feel it won’t be a problem for you to fit in here. Despite you, your eyes are a little too turned towards Leah Williamson, who has lunch at an another table. You didn’t expect the injuries one to be here today, which was stupid of you. They’re just as much part of the team as you are.

In the middle of the afternoon, after visiting the different rooms and the training ground, you are free to leave. You stay a little longer than the first ones who do though, having fun making passes with Alessia and Manuela, while Leah, Lia, Beth and Viv stay a few meters from you to discuss. When you finally decide to leave the field to go home and you don’t follow them to the parking lot greeting them nevertheless, you see Leah arching an eyebrow.

"Where are you going?"

"Taking the subway? I don’t have a car yet" you answer smiling, shrugging your shoulders.

"Bullshit. Someone can bring you back" Leah says, turning to your teammates.

"I’m not going to force someone to make a detour for me, Leah, but that’s very kind, thank you very much."

Something in the blonde’s gaze makes you think that if she had been fit to drive, she herself would have made the detour, but being driven by Lia she doesn’t have the opportunity to do so.

"I can" says Alessia nicely. "Where do you live?"

A new wave of surprise attacks your teammates when you give them the name of your hotel.

"You live in a hotel?" Lia wonders with her kind voice this time.

"I didn’t find an apartment for now" you shrug your shoulders."It all happened so quickly that I didn’t have time to anticipate things properly."

Well, you must also say that you wanted enjoy your holiday without bother yourself with it.

"We have a guest room if you want to come and live there for a few days, the time to find something" proposes Manuela.

But before you have time to answer, Alessia suddenly resumes speaking, slapping her forhead, as if she had just remembered something.

"They’re looking to rent the apartment in front of mine, on the same floor. If it’s like mine, it’s really nice!"

********

It turned out that the apartment in front of Alessia is indeed very nice. A bright living room (Very rare for London said Katie when she was sent by Leah to come make the counter-visit with you to scare the seller in case of scam attempts), a bedroom, another room that you used as a guest room, a third to make you an office and a living room with open kitchen. You even have a small balcony overlooking the inner courtyard, separated from Alessia’s by a transparent wall. "We’ll have to do a housewarming party" several of your teammates got excited. And that’s how you end up with most of the players on the team crammed into your living room, laughing while watching a reality show chosen by Jen. You ordered pizza and a supply of beer and other drinks has been flooding your balcony since last night. But you feel good and that’s all that matters. At the end of the show, you don’t know who offers a drinking game, consisting of taking a shot of alcohol if we did more than the person says. For example, you find yourself having to drink when Lotte says "I took more than three yellow cards last season." "Katie should drink like five shots" jokes Viv towards. Katie glare at her as laughter rises around you, but the game continues. Finally, when one of them says "I slept with more than two people" you are surprised to see that finally not many of you drink. You do. "Y/N?" Manuela turns to you with a disbelieving smile. "We never said we had to justify ourselves" you answer pulling your tongue at her. A new round is quickly thrown after that, but you cross Leah’s eyes a few seconds later. She also drank, which is probably not surprising given the small reputation that precedes her.

After clearing your throat, you look away with a slight blush on your cheeks.

You regularly saw Leah, between the parties organized by the different team members and during training. If the blond doesn’t follow those in the field, she has her appointments with her physiotherapist at the same time as you play. And she now participates in strength training and physical maintenance.

You talk to her regularly, but you have a hard time staying away like you promised yourself to. Leah seems like a very passionate and kind person, but some of your former teammates in Manchester City have made you aware of her flirtatious nature. And a one- or two-night thing, are really not what you’re looking for right now.

A little later in the evening, when at least half of the squad has returned home, you find yourself tidying up a little in the kitchen accompanied by Lia, Leah, Alessia, Manuela and Frida.

"So you have more than two conquests?" teases Manuela, leaning on the central island of your kitchen.

You have the impression that Leah’s eyes will pierce your head when she hears Manu’s question.

"I’ve got like three" you says, rolling your eyes. "It’s not the end of the world"

"It’s not" Lia laughs.

Hoping to divert the conversation, you offer once again to drink to your teammates slash friends. But that was without counting on Manu’s spontaneity.

"Oh but it wasn’t you who dated Alina Meier who play in Aston Villa? Lia’s swiss teammate?" (n/a I don’t want any problem with anyone, this girl is all invented)

You feel your stomach contracting a little bit to her name. Manuela isn’t mistaken, but you usually avoid talking about your ex. Any of your interlocutors could feel the tension emanating from you, but Lia is the fastest.

"Can I have another beer please?" she cuts the conversation with a big smile.

You willingly accept and pivot towards the fridge to dive in. Alessia takes charge of changing the topic of conversation and you sigh of relief when your hear that it works. You spend two seconds more than necessary to take out the beer, taking a large breath before leaving the fridge. Alessia puts a comforting hand behind your back and you find yourself once again stuck in Leah’s eyes when your eyes cross.

An hour later, it’s just Alessia, Leah, Victoria and you. Manuela fell asleep on the couch and you will probably find her in the same place tomorrow morning. Vic and Lessi are in the middle of a conversation about a band when you find yourself on your balcony, enjoying some fresh air.

"Mind if I join you?"

Leah. You obviously invite her to join you, despite yourself very intrigued by the young woman. You’re not stupid, or at least not stupid enough not to realize that she seems intrigued by you too. She speaks at you more often than Manu for example and behaves differently with you than with Lia or Alessia. You can imagine how much she looks about you and to be honest you’re interested about her too. But on your side it’s not only physical interest, which changes everything.

"Are you okay?" asks Leah with sincere concern. "You seem a little down since Manu mentioned Alina."

You look at her thoughtfully for a split second before shrugging your shoulders.

"She doesn’t bring back pleasant memories. But it’s ok" you finally confess, looking at the sky.

It’s difficult in London to observe the stars, between pollution and public lights lit everywhere. You miss it a little.

"You wanna talk about it?"

"Well… Everybody in the football world knows, no?"

Another disadvantage of dating a well-known player, in the end. It’s impossible to keep your privacy private.

"I don’t think so?" said Leah, frowning. "I don’t, anyway." You look at her again for a few seconds and it doesn’t take you any longer to understand that she’s telling the truth. "We dated for almost a year, until I found out she had been cheating on me with someone in the man team from her club for almost four months." "Oh... I’m so sorry" A new glance in her direction allows you to understand that she really is. Frowning, she seems upset by this story. Like all the people to whom you tell the truth of your break up with Alina. You assumed that everyone knew why, but it would seem that they didn’t. It kind of cheers you up to be honored. "Jordan’s playing with her now" you say thoughtfully. Leah grunt at the mention of her ex and you take advantage of the fact that she looks in front of her to observe her. Leah is a very beautiful woman, it’s not surprising that people like her so much. You see regularly video on her in your "For you" on Tiktok. "You’re not the only one having a bad relationship with your ex" ended up sighing Leah. "Do you want to talk about it?" you ask, repeating her words from before. "There’s not much to say. She’s just, you know... gone." Maybe you shouldn’t get close to her to put your hand on her shoulder, her proximity triggering strange sensations throughout your body. You realize that the joints of Leah’s hands that are attached to the fence are white, and your hand quickly leaves her shoulder to be laid on one of Leah’s, stroking it. When Leah turns her head in your direction, you realize how close your faces are. Your breath is cut off and the infinity of the blue of her eyes makes you lose yourself. When Leah puts her hand around your waist to take you against her, you feel like your heart rate has never been so fast.

But it’s nothing compared to how you feel when her lips land on yours. One hand is automatically behind her neck and the other on her cheek. Your lips begin a passionate and sensual dance and that’s exactly how you imagined things when you thought about how Leah kiss.

The blonde takes advantage of a wimper from you to deepend the kiss and request access to your mouth with her tongue. You leave it to her, carried away by these waves of emotions and sensations that make you turn your head. You find yourself quickly having legs in jelly and you can’t tell how long this moment happened.

You need all your concentration and willpower to break that kiss, snatching yourself from Leah’s arms.

"I’m sorry" you mumble out of breath, facing Leah’s surprised face. "I shouldn’t have… I’m sorry"

With one last mumble, you hurry back inside. If the remaining guests suspect something, they don’t show it. You take the excuse to clean up a little more to mask your trembling hands and let your heart rate returning to normal. Five minutes later, Leah came back inside, excusing herself and leaving your apartment, calling it a night. She didn't even look at you and well, that's hurt. But it shouldn't, aren't you the one who pushed her away?

After kissing your cheek and saying goodbye, Alessia left you too. You throw a blanket on Manu’s sleeping body, you go to your room. It’s late, but you know that Ingrid sometimes stays up a little later than other people.

From You Are you asleep?

From Ingrid 🩵 No. are you okay?

From You Can we call each other?

You don’t get messages back, but Ingrid tries to call you while you’re brushing your teeth. You pick up, mouth full of toothpaste and greet your friend with a hand sign when her face appears on the screen.

"What are you still up at this hour?" smiled Ingrid

"I could ask you the same question" you point out to her after rinsing your mouth.

Ingrid just turns your phone screen and you realize that she shows you her living room, in which she seems to be installed with Mapi and Baghera watching TV.

"Hola Mapi!" you smile to the tattooed when she greets you with a wave of hand.

"What about you?"

"I invited the girls to my apartment to celebrate my move in" you explain before leaving the bathroom and going to lie on your bed.

"Was it nice?"

You hum for any answer, the memory of the kiss you just exchanged with Leah coming back full force. After spending years paying attention at you, Ingrid knows you very well and she realizes in the second that the reason you called her is related to this evening.

"What’s going on, Søtnos?"

Mapi being next to Ingrid, you are relieved that you started this conversation in Norwegian. Since Leah’s name is rather all-purpose, you hope that when you mention her, Maria will not realise. You never understood why there is such tension between the Spanish women and the English women, at least for some of them. But Mapi will probably never be friends with Leah.

Ingrid is a person you could easily confide in, even if there are parts of your life that you have never talked to her about. But you trust her with your life and you know that she will always be able to see things in a neutral and mature way. Which is not always your case.

You explain the situation to her, trying not to take too much time while giving her all the necessary information to have a clear vision of things.

"For summary" resumes Ingrid after your monologue "You like her, she seems to like you too. She kissed you, you pushed her away and she left without looking at you?"

"Uh… yeah"

"And you’re surprised?" laughs softly the brunette shaking her head.

"No, on the contrary. I should never have accepted that kiss in the first place, it was a serious mistake on my part."

"Why?"

"Because she doesn’t see things the way I do, I guess. Leila told me to beware of her and she didn’t want anything serious for a long time" you sigh as you roll to the side.

"Did you talk to her about it?"

"No, we didn’t have time between the kiss and the moment she left my apartment slamming the door" you laugh.

"Be careful with your bad attitude" warns Ingrid pointing at you.

But you smile at her in return. You know she doesn’t scold you for real.

"Anyway, I doubt that she will want to speak to me again after that" you sigh again.

This information shouldn’t depress you as much as that, but still. And this doesn’t escape the keen eye of your compatriot once again. She smiles softly at you.

"I like Leila and I don’t doubt that she means what she says, but trust me, you’re never better served than by yourself."

Her look from the side and you know she’s looking at her own girlfriend. You remember perfectly well that Ingrid was also told to beware of Mapi. But when you see where they are today, you tell yourself that she did well to trust her own idea.

"You have a better conscience than me to judge people" you remind her.

Ingrid answers you with a grunt and you know that she thinks about what happened previously in your love life. You make a grimace and decide to change the subject, questioning her rather on Mapi, her trainings and what she has to tell you again in her life.

Your call lasts another ten minutes before you decide to stop, promising to call you back quickly. What you usually do once a week at least, determined to keep in touch despite the fact that you are not in the same country.

It’ll be a long time before you can fall asleep that night, Leah deep in your mind. Part of you is bitterly sorry you pushed her away, but on the other hand, no one can blame you for wanting to protect you, right? No one knows your past and what you went through before you came here. But you can’t help but feel guilty, despite the little time you spent with Leah, she confided in you about her relationship with her ex and even if it was just a few words, you feel like she wouldn’t do it to just anyone. Your last wish is to hurt her, she asked nothing for it.

You will have to wait until the sky clears, heralding a new day for you to finally find sleep, long hours later. Little did you know that Leah experienced the same thing in her own bed.

********

As you have imagined, Leah was particularly cold the next time you saw her. She greeted you, but only from a distance. Her affectionate smile and the little touches if attention she offered you on a daily basis now seem to need to be evoked in the past. And it bothers you too much for your taste.

This obviously caught the attention of the girls you were closest to in Arsenal, starting with Alessia.

"Is everything okay with Leah?" she asked you one day when you ended up in her apartment after a game.

"Yeah, why?"

Thank God you were on your phone and you were able to use this pretext to pretend to be absorbed by what was on it. Otherwise Alessia would have seen the slight panic take hold of your gaze.

"I don’t know, I think she changed her behavior with you… It’s not so much in her habits"

Alessia is far too observant, but given her character and personality, it doesn’t surprise you. It's also probably thanks to this that she saw your hesitation and she got closer to you before starting to speak again.

"Leah is my friend but you are too, so if you need to confide in someone, you can do it with me ok? I know how to keep secrets"

"Even for Tooney?" you asked while arching an amused eyebrow.

You met the energetic Englishman recently, when she came to London for an interview and took the opportunity to attend a match of Alessia.

"Even for Tooney" laughed Alessia gently shoving you with a shoulder.

You laughed too and you both went back to your respective phones, but in truth Alessia’s remark began to spin in your brain.

"Thanks"

Is all you added before you letting your head on her shoulder. Alessia responded by tapping you on the top of it, without taking her phone out of her eyes. And that was enough.

********

"Your tattoo is amazing!"

Katie’s exclamation makes you turn in her direction and you smile timidly when you see her watching your back carefully.

"Thank you?" you whisper in response.

Even if you prefer showering at home, this is not the first time you change in front of your teammates. So you don't know it Katie have never dared to ask you about it or if they have never really make attention the tattoo you have on your back. Yet it’s hard to miss. Drawn on all your right shoulder blade, it goes down to the hollow of your hips and shows up to your right shoulder.

"Wow, invite the girl on a date before" jokes Manuela when Katie advances towards you, without detaching her eyes from your back, her head slightly tilting on the side to have a better view.

"Sorry, I already put an option on it!" Caitlin exclaims at the back of the locker room, causing a general laugh.

Katie rolls her eyes, but you realize that she has been joined by Lia and Leah, all three of them carefully observing your tattoo. Your gaze lingers on Leah, who seems to resist as much as possible her desire to come and look closer. She stands behind Lia and when your eyes cross she silently observes you for long seconds before shifting her attention to your back.

"Sorry about the invasion" Lia smiles gently.

"It makes me think of a painting" Leah thoughtfully made next to her.

"By Van Gogh yes. The Starry Night. It was my grandfather’s favorite painting. Well, it’s a modified version obviously, but the inspiration is there"

The surprised look of Leah doesn't escape you. Lia is watching you silently and next to you Katie and Manuela have started a conversation about tattoos. As for Alessia, she finally emerges from the shower after her eternal routine of care.

"Do you like painting?" Leah asks carefully, looking at you with the same apprehension as if your gaze could ignite her alive.

"My grandfather was a painter, not very well known but he introduced me to this world" you answer by shrugging your shoulders.

"What she paints is incredible. She has a room dedicated to this at home, behind her bedroom" Alessia intervenes.

You turn in her direction, frowning. It's a part of you that you don't really want to share with everyone, fearing their jugement. You don't think you're a great painter, but you like painting. It's sort your mind. Your glance is quickly captured by your friend.

"What? It’s true" she mumbles, shrugging.

You roll your eyes and turn around to finish dressing, putting on a t-shirt and a sweatshirt to accompany your ripped jeans. The little troop that surrounded you has dissipated, but Leah’s gaze remains thoughtfully on you. You cross it when you glance in her direction and you blush slightly.

The effect that woman has on you… It might be a good idea to talk to someone about it again instead of thinking desperately about her every night before you fall asleep.

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Alessia & Olympics

Alessia x R (Physio!R & Athletics!R) Warnings: semi panic attack?? one part is light sickfic vibes but idk let me know if there is something I should add

You and Alessia had known each other since college having both attended UNC and been a part of their sport program, however she was a Footballer and you were a Track Athlete. You had met on one of the sport wellbeing retreats. They had mixed up the sports groups for a week, which allowed you to become close to Alessia and spoke everyday, so when you both ended up in Manchester after college it was a nice surprise, and you became even closer, at the end of one of the seasons Alessia asked you to be her girlfriend and well that was it.

She was playing at United at the time and you were one of the Physios for the women’s team at City. Them having been the only club that really understood what you needed to allow you to be both a physio and a high level athlete, working around your schedule, allowing you days off. It worked well, honestly so well it felt like a dream some days.

However she had recently moved to Arsenal and you had contemplated moving with her, well originally you weren’t, planning on moving but when some of the London based clubs heard about Alessia’s transfer they thought you might be looking to move as well, and considering your reputation they all jumped at the possibility and gave you offers. But none of them really even matched what you had with City, especially when City offered you extra benefits, not wanting to risk their best physio to a rival club. You had the ability to connect with the players at a level most didn’t, you were one of them in a way, and they appreciated that, someone treating them who understood exactly how frustrating a small niggle is, who understood the frustration of a bad game, to the girls you weren’t just a physio but someone to talk to, who was at the exact same level as them, not someone who had injured out, wasn’t good enough, or was now older and retired.

You stayed at City, but you didn’t take their new offer, how could you when what they were already giving you was so much better than the other clubs. However they insisted on giving you the added benefits, so you had every second weekend off getting to go up and see Alessia play.

_______

You and Alessia were spending the weekend together, which you currently didn’t know, even though she was sat up in the stands of the Manchester Regional Arena watching you train, you hadn’t noticed her, hadn’t unfocused for half an hour. It was something she admired about you, how much you poured your heart and soul into the sport you loved, how focused you were always, and how you never gave it anything but your all.

“I don’t get it,” Ella grumbled beside her.

“What?” Alessia asked, not moving from her position, she was leant forward slightly, chin resting on her hands, her elbows resting on her knees, eyes on you.

“Why does she like it? Why does anyone like it?” Ella asked.

“Why do you like football? Why does anyone like football?” Mary replied with a philosophical question to match Ella’s.

Alessia didn’t reply to Ella’s question, she was too focused on the way you had started to rub your temples between each run, and the way your eyes were now either squinted or closed now, she hadn’t seen them fully open in the past, however many minutes.

“Somethings wrong,” Alessia blurted out.

“Here we go again,” Ella rolled her eyes, as she did you sat down, legs bent up, before you slightly collapsed back to the ground, now lying down, hand covering your eyes, your coach bent down next to you, blocking Alessia’s view of your face, but she didn’t like the way your chest was heaving more than usual with your breaths. Ella let out a small “oh” at your actions regretting the way she teased Alessia just seconds ago

You stood up as your coach walked away, only just realising Alessia was there with Ella and Mary. You smiled slightly, gesturing for them to come down, which they did as you walked over to your bag.

“Hey baby,” Alessia said softly as she walked over to you, your arms immediately wrapping around her and your head dropping to her shoulder, hiding away in her neck, “you all good?” she asked, still concerned.

“Yeah, I just missed you,'' you told her as you released from the hug, only to be pulled into her side from her arm wrapping around your hips, letting your head fall to the side to rest on her shoulder once again.

“What are we doing tonight?” you asked the three girls, slightly hoping they hadn’t planned a crazy night.

“We are going to go o-owww” Ella started speaking, only to be interrupted by Mary stepping on her foot, the older woman noticing how there was definitely something off with you, also having grown slightly concerned.

“We are all going to go to our respective homes, Mary and Ella just came to support you at training,” Alessia informed you and the others of the new plan for the night, before kissing you on your temple.

“What do you want for dinner?” Alessia asked as you entered your home, hand in hand.

“I’m honestly not that hungry baby, I’m sure I’ll like whatever you pick” you admitted before dropping your bag at the door, and flicking your slides off “I’m just going to go have a quick shower,” you told her as you let go of her hand and walked in the direction of your bedroom. Alessia knew something was up, you never just left your training bag lying around, and usually when you had been separated for this long you would be asking Alessia to join you for a ‘steamy’ shower. She made quick work of unpacking your bag, before making some toast for you, plating it alongside two panadol and a glass of water, setting your room up exactly how you liked it, so you could just slip into bed once you finished your shower.

Alessia quietly knocked on the bathroom door before opening it, too much time had passed since the water was turned off for her liking and she was growing slightly concerned yet again. When the door opened she saw you standing leaning against the counter heavily as you gripped onto it for dear life, your towel now on the floor at your feet, having been wrapped around your body at one stage.

“Baby,” she said softly as she walked into the room, “do you need some help?” you bit your bottom lip as you sunkenly nodded your head, Alessia quickly jumped into action, helping you get dressed before pulling you in for a tight hug, “you don’t feel well do you?” she asked, to which you just shook your head, she silently guided you to your side of the bed, watching as you climbed in before handing you the two panadol and the glass of water, before moving to the otherside of the bed, and climbing in, handing you the toast, which you took a few bites from before placing it back on the plate and shaking your head, “that’s okay, thank you for eating something, why don’t you try and sleep now,” you nodded slightly as you slid down the bed moving to lye down, you laid on your side as you looked at Alessia longingly and she knew what you wanted, so she moved to lying down next to you, facing you she opened her arms, allowing for you to snuggle into her, your head burying in her neck, as her hands started to softly run over your back, sending you to sleep quickly.

Alessia couldn’t help but be content, she wasn’t going to get to spend the weekend with you the way she wanted, but she still got to spend it with you, and if she was being honest there was probably nothing she loved more than hugging you.

_______

“We might see each other,” you told Alanna as you worked on her for the last time that season, having both been discussing your plans for the summer, and the upcoming olympics.

“Yeah but we won’t see Alex,” Alanna joked as she looked over to the British player who laid on the bed next to her’s.

“I don’t know, with the amount of tickets Alessia’s bought I might be seeing Y/N at least,” she replied, to which you rolled your eyes. Alessia had bought enough tickets for every member of her family, and even ‘some’ of your friends, but it might be more than just some friends if Alex had a ticket as well.

_______

“Why is there so much stuff, surely they don’t expect it all to fit in there,” you said as you flopped back on your bed, exhausted from trying to pack all day.

“Will you just let me do it now,” Lotte asked and you nodded not wanting to look at it all again, you and the three UNC girls were all in their shared apartment as you and Emily were packing for your next month, specifically the olympics training camps and the actual olympics, you had planned to spend your last day before you all went your separate ways together, kind of like old times.

“Baby, treat yourself, once slice wont hurt,” your girlfriend told you as the four of you sat on the couch watching a movie, the others having ordered pizza, which you refused to eat.

“No, it’s fine don’t worry,” “Bu-” “No Alessia, you don’t understand, one slice will hurt, you haven’t seen me eat even a square of chocolate for months and yet you thought ordering pizza the night before I fly out would be smart, let alone telling me to eat a slice, I get it you’re not going to the olympics, but I am, and I am not letting months of training go down the drain by even eating one single bite of pizza,” you stormed off to your bedroom, needing a minute to breath, immediately regretting your words.

“She didn’t mean it, she is just nervous,” Lotte tried to reassure Alessia, as she saw tears starting to well in her friend's eyes. Emily had already grabbed her keys and gone somewhere.

“I just, I didn’t expect it, she has been fine all day,” Alessia said to Lotte who nodded, “but- I-I’m, I don’t know, why didn’t she say something about the pizza?”

“She did,” Lotte muttered under her breath, hoping Alessia didn’t hear her.

“When?” “When you asked if we wanted Pizza for dinner, she said she wanted-” “a chicken salad from that place down the road,” Emily interrupted Lotte as she walked through the door holding exactly that, which caused Alessia to burst into tears, both girls rushing to her side.

“She is my girlfriend and yet I didn’t even listen to her, I-I-” “Less, no it’s okay, you’re distracted, you don’t want her to go.” Lotte told her.

“Go. Go give her the salad, say it's from you, spend the night in your room with her, but please if the salad makes her that happy don’t be loud, I need some sleep before I get on the plane tomorrow.” Emily said.

“Oh don’t worry about that, we haven’t done it in weeks, it’s too risky, she might get injured. But thank you. I’m sorry,” Alessia told your friends before she wiped her eyes and took the salad from Emily before walking into your room.

“I’m sorry,” Alessia said as she walked into the dark room, walking to her side of the bed turning on the lamp only to find you asleep on her pillow, “baby, wake up,” she gently shook you, and watched as your eyes opened “I, well Emily got you a chicken salad. I’m really sorry, I didn’t hear you, but I should’ve been listening and not been so focused on what we wanted, I-” her sentence was interrupted as you pulled her in for a kiss which quickly got heated before she pulled away and held her hand up, and placed the chicken salad in your hands, you moved over on the bed and patted the space beside you, so she sat down and you quickly curled yourself into her side, enjoying the salad, whilst she turned on the TV, you both understanding what had happened, not needing to talk about it, you both knew you were nervous and not excited to be away from each other for so long and it all just kind of boiled over.

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Alessia’s phone started ringing as she sat in her seat, waiting for your second event to start, it was due to begin in 15 minutes, so when she pulled out her phone to see your number flash up on the screen, she felt a wave of panic surge through her. She didn’t even get the chance to say anything when she answered.

“Alessia, you need to come down here now,” It was your coach, Alessia bolted up in her seat and immediately started walking, following the directions of your coach, she found him quickly and a lanyard was thrown over her head before she quickly followed the man to you. You were sitting on the floor against a wall, breathing quickly, looking panicked.

“Baby, I need you to breath for me, okay, you can do that, with me, in, 2, 3, and out, 2, 3, that's it keep going,” after a few deep breaths you had calmed down enough for Alessia’s liking, “what’s going on?”

“What if I stuff up again, I can't do it, I don’t want to disappoint anyone, I-” “Baby, that wasn’t your fault, that was the Swedish girls fault, everyone agreed, even the France coach was yelling at the officials at one stage, it was not your fault and it was unfair that they didn’t call it, but this is your event, the one you love. I promise you, I am so incredibly proud of you already and that wont change whether you get gold in this race or come dead last, you have done incredible to get to the finals of the 400m baby, and you won't disappoint anyone. But I know someone who will be disappointed if you don’t go out and at least try,” “Who?” you asked slightly nervous for the answer, “You,” she told you adamantly, and you knew she was right.

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Gnomeo and Juliet | alanna kennedy x reader

Summary; Two players steal each other's hearts and keep it from everyone because they know how controversial their relationship could be to their club’s rivalry. OR Y/N and Alanna soft launching their relationship over time until they decide to share it. *Features social media posts.*

Pairings; Alanna Kennedy x Manchester United reader

Words; 2.2k

Warnings; swearing (i think that's it)

A/N; i literally love alanna so much and don't think there are enough posts about her so naturally i write one. i just thought this was cute and different from a chealse v arsenal rivalry (though i really love those). enjoy and please give it some love and feedback xx

Lioness star Y/N Y/L/N set to leave her club of four years, Brighton & Hove Albion W.F.C, and join Manchester United W.F.C on a two year contract at the beginning of the 2023/2024 season.

You had really valued your time at Brighton, starting your senior career there and blossoming into a strong forward for both the club and the England Senior Women’s team, better known as The Lionesses.

But when the offer from Manchester United came in at the end of last season, you knew it was the right move. Leaving the team you had come to know and love was tough to say the least but the adventure before you sounded a lot more exciting. So during the break before pre-season began, you made the move to Manchester and took a few days to settle into your new home and surroundings.

Manchester was very different from Brighton; no beach and much bigger city life, but it was a good different. You had found that everything in Manchester was so much closer, and in great reach of your new club and housing.

You had officially settled into your new home, very quickly making it feel just like your last one, then decided to go exploring through the city. The first thing a person would normally do would probably be going shopping or searching for a new café to become the regular, but you had spotted the Manchester Art Gallery and decided to go in.

It was quiet, as expected for midday on a Wednesday when most people were at work, but you found it peaceful. It was a break from the regular hustle and bustle of your regular life as a professional footballer.

It wasn’t until a particular painting caught your eyes that you realised someone else was in there, because you quite literally walked into them.

“Shit. I’m so sorry.” You apologised quickly to the taller person, picking up their phone you had knocked out of their hand, from the floor. “Here…” Your voice trailed off as you met bright blue eyes while handing them their phone.

“It’s all good, thank you.” The woman met your eyes and she also felt the world pause around her, you were no longer in the gallery but just in a moment of time with each other.

“Sorry the painting distracted me.” You snapped out of your trance and nodded to the painting on the wall; the story of Romeo and Juliet portrayed on a large canvas.

“Well it is quite captivating.” Alanna spoke, still looking at you, now at the side of your face as you looked at the painting.

“It is.” Your eyes fell back to hers and realised she was still staring at you, a slight blush rose to your cheeks, both smiling at each other. “Hi.” You extended your hand out, indicating a handshake.

“Hi.” She laughed at your chivalry for a second before shaking your hand. “Nice to meet you.” She spoke softly in the quiet gallery.

“You too.” You smiled up at her, quite literally encapsulated by her.

That was three weeks ago before you decided to get coffee after finishing a self led tour of the gallery, then the conversation kept going and you ended up at dinner together, continuing to learn about one another until the night ended.

What you didn’t seem to bring up was that you both knew who each other were, but there was a mutual agreement that it didn’t matter. You weren’t professional footballers who had gone up against multiple times in the past at both national and club level, you were just two people who met and wanted to get to know each other.

Now you were both deep into pre pre-season, you at Man United, her at Man City, and there wasn’t as much time to meet up for fun dates every night, now relying on text messages and late night calls before bed to catch up.

The first kiss took a while to get to, but boy was it worth it.

You had both decided to keep whatever this was between the two of you, soaking in the quiet moments shared in one anothers apartments and over long phone calls. It was still labelled a friendship, you both knew you wanted more, both scared of what the other might say if you revealed your feelings. But when you both had a free long weekend, you decided to take Alanna down to Brighton and show her your old home, soaking in the last of the warm weather before winter began to creep in.

It was the best decision you could have made, relishing in being able to spend time together away from your normal lives. You had rented a small air bnb right near the beach, enjoying the solitude together as you cooked together and watched the sun rise and set each day by the ocean.

It was on the second night after dinner that she finally made her move, unable to swallow the feelings bubbling inside her. You sat on the beach alone as you waited for Alanna to join, wrapping your arms around yourself to shelter from the cool breeze.

A blanket had been wrapped around your shoulders and a warm body nuzzled into your side, a small smile on your face as you rested your head on her shoulder, Alanna looking down at you as you watched the waves crash. No words were said for what felt like ages, the only sounds being the waves and the seagulls heading off to bed.

“Y/N.” Alanna suddenly spoke, a thick Aussie accent breaking the silence.

“Hmmm.” You hummed in response, keeping your head in its place.

“I want more than this.” Her statement made you move your head, turning it to meet her blue eyes.

“More?” You spoke softly.

“More.” She nodded with a small smile before she moved her hands from her legs, twisting to cup your face before moving closer. You thought she was going to kiss you straight away but her forehead came to rest on yours, both closing your eyes as you basked in the silence.

“Just kiss me already.” You breathed out and she smiled before closing the gap, joining your lips in a strong kiss. Her hands cupped your face, yours held her waist before trailing up to meet her face. It was passionate but soft, saying so much without any words and your heart grew.

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Since you were both heavily in the public eye, it was an easy decision for you both to keep this new found relationship to yourselves, not wanting to receive any unwanted attention from the media, fans and even your own teammates.

You were able to keep it that way for a while, without you guys being on the same national team or at the same club keeping this secret relationship a secret was quite easy. And since no one thought you would even know each other personally, there were no fans sifting through evidence to put two and two together. Of course though, you both wanted to show each other off, you were so happy and so was Alanna, so maybe a soft launch would be best until you decided to go fully public.

It started small.

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Your teammates began to ask about the secretive posts, hammering you about it in the locker rooms at training, Alanna's friends and teammates doing the same.

“When are you going to tell us more about these mystery posts?” Mary had asked Alanna while she was tying her boots before training. Alanna paused for a second before sitting up and looking up at the other Australian.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Alanna simply shrugged with a straight face before standing up and walking away.

“Oi mate.” Ella Toone had caught your attention as you walked out to the carpark after a late friday night training session. You paused and turned around, waiting for her to catch up, instantly wrapping an arm around your shoulder as she met you.

“What’s up?” You turned to her as you walked towards your cars.

“Few of us are going round Zelly’s to watch a movie, you in?” She asked with hopeful eyes.

“Sorry love, got plans.” You apologised, knowing you had a certain blonde already waiting for you at your apartment.

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with a possible mystery woman you refuse to tell us about, would it?” Ella asks with a suggestive smirk, nudging your shoulder as you remain stoic.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You simply shrugged and patted her shoulder as you let go of her, walking to your car door. “Goodnight Tooney.” You waved before getting in and racing home to Alanna, preparing for your own movie night of Gnomeo and Juliet and a weekend spent in each other's arms.

The day had come, the one you and Alanna refused to talk about until the night before.. It was the Manchester derby day. The day every City and United fan had waited for and the one you and Alanna dreaded.

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alannakennedy The day we've all be waiting for. Come on blue! 💙

Sure you had come up against each other in the past at both club and national level, but you had yet to do it since being in a relationship together. So it was going to be different this time; harder. You both decided it would be best for your teams if you didn't interact with one another from the moment you joined your teams for the match, and until that final whistle blew.

The plan was going well during the first half of the match; Alanna had started with City in the defensive line and you were sitting on the bench waiting to get subbed on. Katie Zelem had secured the United side a goal through a penalty early on, but City fired back and took the lead 2-1 at halftime.

You got subbed on for Nikita Parris at the very beginning of half time, taking her place as the left forward and a strong striker. Though this became a slight issue because of who was currently defending the City goal and in charge of blocking your shots at goal; your very own girlfriend. But in that moment you had to act like you didn’t know who she was on a personal level, right now you were just opposing players who both wanted their teams to win.

It was hard for you both to act like that, stealing glances on the pitch, brushing past each other ever so slightly without anyone noticing too much. You had both been able to get away with this secret relationship so far because you’ve haven’t had to be in the same place yet, but maybe it was time for that to change.

The final whistle blew and City had won 3-1, your side not being able to score any further goals despite your best efforts. You looked around at all your teammates, defeated looks all over as City celebrated together before exchanging handshakes with the other team.

You and Alanna had purposefully left each other till last, waiting until you could be alone with each other in a busy and full stadium. You had finally found the blonde Australian and began walking towards her and she finally locked eyes with you. Seconds before you had very different expressions, one filled with happiness and one filled with disappointment. But as soon as you got closer the one expression you both shared was one filled with love, and your heart melted as she brought you straight into a hug rather than a friendly handshake.

Her hands wrapped around your waist as her slightly taller frame leant down, your hands found their way around her neck before you buried your head in her neck. An instant feeling of warmth and security flowed through both of your bodies as you hugged, Alanna pressing a soft kiss to your neck as she buried her own face in your shoulder.

Confused looks fell to both sets of teams at the interaction, at first because of the more than friendly hug and second because of the familiarity they could sense between the two of you.

“I’m so proud of you.” You murmured, still holding tight around Alanna’s neck.

“You played so well, it was a tough game.” She spoke back instantly, squeezing your waist before slowly pulling back to look at you. You smiled at her as you exited the hug, genuinely happy for her but still very upset your own team couldn’t secure the win like they wanted.

“You should go celebrate.” You nodded to the City team who gathered in the middle, preparing for their post-match huddle, your team doing the same further down on the pitch, all players still watching the interaction with lost eyes.

“I’ll find you after and we’ll go home together.” Alanna nodded to you, looking down to your now interlocked hands, a small laugh leaving her lips. “This is going to be everywhere tonight.” She looked back up at you as a small smile grew on your face.

“Definitely.” You laughed too. “Are you okay with that?” You raised a brow at her.

“Yeah. I’m ready to show off my girl.” She winked playfully at you, now both of you laughing, shaking your head at her before playfully pushing her shoulder and walking over to your team.

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THE END

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trulyhblue · 8 months

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My Girl

Hayley Raso x Barcelona! Reader

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, drinking, sport rivals, coarse language.

A/N — this photo of her after the Chelsea vs RMA CL game has me in a chokehold. A short but sweet one <3

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You met Hayley in a drunken embrace, breathing in the earthy chill that contrasted the firey ambience of the club.

You hadn't been starting for your Childhood team for a couple of weeks now, only just making the starting eleven today you went above and beyond in training. Barcelona was your home. You grew up in the city, raised with a football by your feet, and had been a part of the club for as long as you could remember. You were one of the many girls among the team who had never experienced life outside of the Spanish League, with no eminent efforts of changing that anytime soon. You had made your debut at seventeen, and over these past few years, you were lucky enough to see the team expand into one of the greatest women’s team in the world — arguably even the best.

While this came with certain bragging rights, and of course the utmost pride for the club, the safety and security that came with your position on the team were always at stake. Unlike other teams, Barcelona were ongoing in their endeavours to keep their players on their toes in regard to their contracts. This was most apparent in girls like you, who had been at Barca your whole life.

It was a constant battle to the top, but maintaining your status there was harder. You loved football. It was your passion, your dream, but it was also your career — a very demanding one, at that.

You had met Hayley in England when you were visiting Manchester to catch up with your close friend Ona. Ona was at United, thriving at the club in streaks, but her contract was ending with the reds. You were one of the first to know about the girl’s transfer to your club. You were so, so excited.

It was nearing the end of the season, the Manchester Derby being the game you watched, but you couldn't help but catch the eye of one of the girls on the opposite team.

Her name was Hayley, you knew that from the ribbon in her hair and the curls that fell from her flimsy bun. You watched her intently throughout the game, unable to peel your eyes off the woman as she threaded the ball in and out of her position on the wing. As a Winger yourself, you were able to easily admire her skill, despite the fact that you were in fact rooting for the other team. You were quick to make yourself known to her after the game, and everything sort of hit it off from there.

Hayley was kind. Her heart was full of gold, and her precious person was something you fell in utter love with. She made you laugh like no one else. She had a way of making you feel seen, heard, and thought of even if there were a million different things going on around you that looked to be more important. The two of you didn't even think about the physical distance that you’d have to face. The instant connecting made it impossible to break the bond you immediately had.

After a couple of weeks of talking back and forth, you had found yourself hopelessly enamoured with the Australian.

Ona announced her move to Barca in June, and your national team was preparing for the long and apprehensive task of the World Cup. Before, you thought yourself very lucky to be playing in such an important tournament with such talented played. You still think this now, but after meeting Hayley, all thoughts turned to the idea of being in the same country for a whole month together.

Obviously, you did not have much time to spend. Winning the World Cup was a dream come true. It was everything you had ever dreamed of. But your heart was yearning for only one thing.

Hayley had asked you to be your girlfriend on the day you were due back to Spain. Her surprising announcement to Real Madrid just before the Cup was nothing of a shock to you. While you played for the rival team — and maybe, sort of tried to convince the girl to try for Barca — you were over the moon that she was so much closer to you.

Now, months later, you were spending your evening in a bar with Aitana and Keira slung to your hip, slurring your words as you searched for your phone. The Barca girls were in Madrid after a critical match against Atletico Madrid, meaning the next few days were going to be by your Australian’s side.

“Ugh, calling the enemy, I see.” Keira quipped, rolling her eyes. Aitana giggled from beside her, watching your sluggish motions with a smug countenance.

You ignored their antics, ignoring their jokes and finding your girlfriend's contact on your phone. You didn't even register how it took a few seconds for her to pick up, but you realised she had been waiting by the sound of her keys.

“Heyyyyy, Hay.” You splattered, pulling down an inch of your heightening skirt. “Miss you so much, Babyyy.”

“Hello, darling.” You heard your girlfriend chuckle. “Are you ready?”

“Ready for what?” You asked. You flipped Keira off when she mocked your whines.

“For me to pick you up, Darling.” Hayley replied.

“Hm,” You pondered for a moment, trying to remember why you wanted to call Hayley in the first place. “I'm in a bar, Hay.”

“I know. I can hear it in your voice.”

“Nooo, I've had no drinks.” You whined, pulling yourself up from the secluded corner you and the girls were nurturing. “Why are you calling?”

If you were shit-faced drunk right now, you would've caught onto the Aussie’s continuous patience, and the endearment in her tone as she talked to you.

“You called me, Babygirl.” She spoke, her side of the phone quiet in contrast to the blaring music you were surrounded by. “Maybe it's time for me to pick you up?”

“You can't pick me up, Ribbon.” you giggled, the fond nickname rolling off your tongue in second nature. “You're at home. I'm at a club.”

“Oh, yes, my mistake, Darling,” she responded quickly. Hayley was already driving to your location having been waiting for this call all night. You didn't know this, but she was slightly envious of your team taking you away. While you both lived in the same country now, it was still at least a five-hour drive between Madrid and Barcelona. Furthermore, it wasn't often that teams would stay after away games, so it frustrated her knowing you were spending time with a team you spent every day with when you could be with her.

“I'm on my way now, okay?” She said to the phone, knowing that despite the silence you were waiting for her to guide the conversation. “Do any of the girls need a lift?”

You gave a quick glance over to the group you were with. Alexia was scolding Mapi downing shots. Ona was trying to force water down Aitana’s throat, and Keira was just singing at the top of her lungs, swaying to the beat of the music.

“No, Alexia is here.” You put it simply. Everyone knew that if Alexia was near, everyone would be getting home safe.

Hayley must've heard you from over the music since she hummed back. “Alright then,” She answered, turning the corner towards the club. “I want you to go tell Keira or someone that you're leaving so they know you're going.”

You ran a hand through your hair, crossing your arms over your chest in silent rebuttal. “Keira’s drunk, Hayley.”

“Okay, then don't tell her, tell Aitana.”

“Oh, erm— she's drunk too.”

You could hear the girl’s sigh. “Put Alexia on the phone please, Baby.”

You did as you were told, handing the phone to your captain without managing to explain why you did so. The older woman shared a solemn conversation with your girlfriend before hanging up the call and turning to Ingrid.

With Keira and Aitana yelling out goodbyes, the Norwegian woman held the small of your back, leading you out of the club to make sure you did so without error.

“Love you, Ingrid.” You muttered, holding the back of the girl’s top as she led the two of you out.

“Love you too, Precioso.” She replied, smiling at your dazed expression before finding Hayley’s car pull up beside you. You watched your girlfriend walk out towards you, giving your teammate a slightly awkward, but grateful nod as you breathed in her familiar scent.

“Hey, Hay.” You gasped, grasping onto Hayley’s sweater in replacement of Ingrid.

“Hey, sweet girl.” She uttered, opening the passenger door, aiding your balance as you trampled in.

You made sure to give one last look at Ingrid, smiling as big as you could. “Love you, Ingrid. Miss you so so so so much.”

“Miss you too, y/n/n. See you soon.”

You found yourself relaxing in the passenger seat as Hayley drove off. Her hand sat comfortably on your thigh, drawing small, wistful circles as you hummed a quiet tune.

When you finally arrived home, Hayley helped you take off your makeup, taking off your shoes, and slotting her Matildas trackies and one of her old Portland Thorns shirts over the top of you. You were like putty in her grip, letting her lead you to the bed without a second to protest, engulfing the cool climate of the sheets.

“I'm ‘gonna go get some water and paracetamol for you, Darling. Do you want anything else?”

Your girlfriend held out her hand, lightly stroking the baby hairs that had fallen from her pony and onto her face.

“Do we have any food?” you asked, knowing the answer already but feeling the need to ask anyway.

The Australian nodded and walked out of her bedroom, taking a few minutes to collect everything she needed. When coming back, she noticed the furrow in between your eyebrows. The drunken endeavours of the night were inevitably going to catch up to you and Hayley knew you were starting to release that when you happily accepted the water and medicine in a few gulps.

Once the two of you had settled back into bed, with Hayley changing into her pyjamas, you had almost forgotten about your prior request when you heard the ruffle of a packet sound from beside you.

Your head shot up, eyes darting to the yellow cardboard box and concealed package within it. Hayley’s arm had found its way across your waist, pulling you into her side as she let the scent of the food waft into the space.

You laughed at Hayley’s look of delight — two Cheddar Shapes already popping into the girl’s mouth.

“Where did you get these?” You asked, watching Hayley’s devious smile widen.

“Fan gave them to me.” She replied, shoving three more into her mouth.

You two shared a still and silence as you cracked away at the biscuits one at a time. Madrid had fallen into a quiet city — no longer filled with the connotations of noise and light, the wholesome bubble of your bedroom filling the enmity of home for the night.

“You're so cute, ribbon.” you quipped, glancing over the blush that had dusted your girlfriend’s cheeks. Hayley pulled you closer, the box of the Aussie snack hushed off the bed.

You felt the warmth of her embrace overwhelm you into fatigue, the combination of one another's love steering you two into an eternity of solitude.

“You are too, my girl.”

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United by love 5

As the training senator came in to view, a surge of anticipation rippled through me, mingling with the lingering doubts and regrets that still tugged at my heartstrings. I can't wait for this new challenge.

Reaching into the back seats of the car and picking my bag up off the floor, I put what I needed in it, opened the door, and practiced running to the entrance of the training facility.

Alesia pov

Hearing the front door open and multiple sets of feet walking around my apartment, I i stay laying in bed, knowing who it was. The muffled voices and familiar footsteps approached my bedroom, tightening my blanket around me as the door opened,

revealing one of my England and Manchester team mates looking at them, and then back out the window to watch the droplets that were sliding together and making one big felling someone's body landing on top of mine.

I looked at the person that jumped on my face and was greeted with Ella’s face , "Hey, Alessia, did I interrupt your raindrop meditation?" She chuckled, her warm smile breaking the tension in the room. "You're lucky; it's just me. The others are already placing bets on how long it'll take for you to join the land of the living."

rolling over onto my back and hugging her, "of course they are."A little chuckle left my lips they were all so predictable. "Come on, let's go see the others." pulling me up out of bed and down the hall, finally letting go of my arm. When we get to the living room, looking around the room and seeing most of my England teammates,

the photo is still on the table where I had left it quickly going over. I pick it up, taking a glance at it. The color faded and the creases of we're it has been folded up in the back of my phone case, but still, the girl in the photo is the most beautiful person, even if it's starting to wear out. Georgia's voice snaps me out of my head, "What are you looking at?" slipping the picture in my hoodie pocket, "just an old photo."

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wosoragebaiter69 · 9 months

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sometimes it’s hard

leila ouahabi x fem!reader

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A/N: leila is one of my fav players, like i don’t support city but i’ll always support bae ☺️(also i made reader english.. i don’t like england but for the sake of this story)

TW: swearing, women’s footballs worst injury (too painful to say after Sammy K)

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I lined up in the tunnel, ready to play against Manchester City. The game means nothing but it was a friendly set up between 2 different clubs. To learn more playing styles what not. This meant though, that I’m playing against my secret girlfriend. Who also happens to be lining up with some of my England teammates. I share a quick glance with her before walking out.

After all offical motions are done, the on-field players get in position ready for kick-off. I can’t help but feel something off, in the pit of my stomach, but ignore it attempting to move on with the game that’s just started.

With Leila and I both being defenders, we both don’t usually cross paths often, so that’s good. The game is going pretty smoothly for Barça, 3 goals in the first 45, Leila has stopped quite a fair amount of our attacks on goal. Which is not surprising considering she knows the playing style having been on this team and playing with the Spanish players.

It’s in the 63rd minute, I’m attempting to stop my national teammate Lauren Hemp from scoring when I feel a rip through my knee. It immediately crumples underneath me and I groan, trying to hold back tears.

I make out Lauren kicking the ball away nearing my side immediately.

“Hey, what’s wrong? What happened?” I can hear the worry in her tone.

“Hempo… I think it’s my ACL, please. I can’t continue.” I open my eyes and more people crowd around me. Chloe and Alex are also here, along with Alexia and Lucy.

“Hey, the medics are coming to assess you. Then they’ll take you off yeah?” Lucy speaks. I nod, I only want one person and she isn’t here.

“Can someone get Leila? Please.” All the girls look confused at the request but call her over nonetheless.

She comes rushing immediately, and I watch as she gets on her knees next to me. She arrives just before the medics and lifts my head up against her lap.

“It’ll be ok amor, I’ve got you. If this injury is what you think it is, I’ll be there for you ok?” Tears well in my eyes and I cry into her shorts, missing the exchanges between the other players.

The medics look at my knee.

“Can we feel it? We do suspect it’s the ACL and we’ll need scans.” I nod and they prob around as I flinch, my breath hitching.

“Yeah. we’re going to have to get you on a stretcher and off the pitch immediately. Then straight to hospital.”

“Ok.” Is all I meekly mumble, as I’m lifted up.

“Leila?” I ask, voice cracking.

“Si?”

“After the game, will you see me?” She looks heartbroken for me.

“Of course cariño. I’ll be by your side always.”

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I’m in the hospital, the scans have come back with my worst fear coming true. It means I know I won’t be playing for months. If it doesn’t go smoothly then I’ll end up having more problems, like Alexia. It’s hard, for anybody.

I’m kicked out of my thoughts when Leila comes in, freshly showered and in Man City gear.

“Hey.” She says softly, placing her lips gently on mine. “How bad is it?” I sigh.

“Fucking ACL, I’m out for a hefty bit now.” I don’t even have the strength to cry anymore, I’m so exhausted.

“I’m so sorry, when’s the surgery?”

“Tomorrow, they’re keeping me here overnight.” She nods.

“So will I.” My brain freezes.

“No Leila, you can’t. You have to get proper sleep.” I try and argue, but to no avail.

“I told you I’d be by your side did I not? So I will be. After surgery, you could always come back to Manchester with me until you need to start the rehab.”

“You’d allow me to?”

“Of course cariño, anything for my favourite girl.” I smile leaning over the hospital bed rail, placing my head against her chest.

“Te amo.”

“Te amo mucho.”

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After the surgery, we end up telling both of our teams about the relationship, and decide not to tell the fans because from the interaction they saw on the pitch… they know anyways.

People had surprised reactions but were happy otherwise. I end up going with Leila to Manchester, and to spend a long time with her in my hometown is the best thing to come around from this injury.

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pitchsidestories · 1 year

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But we were in screaming colour II Jill Roord x Reader

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Manchester City just ended one of their pre-season trainings. The intensity in this session was very high as it was getting closer to the first game of the season. So the players were accordingly exhausted, however the atmosphere in the dressing room was very good. As the newest signing of ManCity, Jill Roord, was just getting ready, Laura Coombs walked past her.

Apparently, she and Alex Greenwood were making plans to go somewhere after training because as her gaze fell on Jill, she slapped the defender on her upper arm; “Oh my god, Al! We still need to introduce Jill to our favourite coffee shop! You like coffee, right, Jill?“ Surprised the dutch player looked up and nodded with a grin; “I love coffee!“ “We really need to show her. She needs to meet the other Jill!“, laughed Alex while she slipped into her shoes.

Demi Stokes was now joining their conversation, her hair still wet from the shower; “Oh yes, we should. Also I can’t wait to say hi to my bestie again.“ Before Jill could ask who that would be, their goalkeeper looked at them excitedly; “You’re going to get coffee?“ Alex nodded; “Yes. Do you want to join us? Jill, you’re lucky. If you want to take aesthetically pleasing pictures for your instagram, Ellie will be your photo buddy.“ Jill smiled politely at the goalkeeper. She knew that they shared a passion for photography. Ellie seemed happy about that idea; “Oh yes, we need to take some photos.“ “Yes, that sounds great.“, agreed Jill.

Meanwhile Chloe Kelly turned off the blow dryer she was using and looked at the group getting ready to leave; “Are you going to Jills coffee shop?“ “Yes, are you coming too?“, Ellie asked. “Yes, I could really need a coffee right now.“ “Great, so let’s go, shall we?“, asked Laura the other players who nodded in agreement. As they left the grounds, Jill couldn’t hide her excitement; “I’m curious to see how it is. You all make it sound so good.“

“From the outside it might not look that great but inside you’ll love it.”, Alex promised her. A couple of minutes later the six players entered Jill Scott’s coffeeshop. Excited Demi waved at one of her closest friends:” Hey Jill!” “Demi, hello, good to see you!”, equally thrilled the former England international player hugged the smaller woman before turning her head to the other footballers, tell me who*s the new blue in town.”

With a bright grin Laura introduced Manchester City latest signing: “Jill, meet the new Jill!” An awkward smile appeared on Jill Roords face: “Hey fellow Jill.” “Nice to meet you too, Jill.”, the ex-midfielder winked at her. While clearing her throat Chloe informed the coffeeshop owner:” She’s Dutch just like Sarina and you might have played against her when she still kicked the ball for Arsenal.”

“I played against so many people, Chloe. I already forget most of them.”, Jill Scott said with an amused smirk. Cheekily the blonde forward remarked:” I hope you didn’t forget how to make great coffee. Our Dutchie here is very curious if it’s as good as we told her.” “We’ll see about that.”, the former midfielder joked as she was making the coffee for her ex-teammates, handing the newest member of the club the cup first.

Thoughtfully Jill Roord took her first sip of the warm brew: “The coffee is delicious, Jill. I’ll definitely come here more often.” In that moment she realized that Ellie had been taking a photo of her while drinking. Innocently the goalkeeper demanded:” Your turn to take a picture now, Jill Roord.” “Okay, fine.”, the forward sighed. Secretly she loved it, taking photos was one of the things she enjoyed the most in her free time.

Solemnly Ellie announced: “ I feel like this will be the start of a wonderful friendship.” “You just want me to take photos of you.”, the Dutch woman laughed. “No, do you want to look at the photos I took from you?”, the English player asked, trying to distract the slightly older one. Sceptical Jill Roord glanced at her:“Sure but I know you’re lying.”

The next morning, Jill returned to the coffee shop. This time she was by herself and not there for the coffee. Business in the coffeeshop was slow today, so Jill Scott immediately noticed her when she walked in; “Good Morning, other Jill! I did not expect you back this quickly. Same order as last time?“

The dutch football player walked up to the counter; “Morning and yes, please.“ As the former football player turned around to prepare her coffee, Jill took a deep breath before she revealed the real reason for her visit; “Jill? Can I ask you something? I looked through the photos I took when I was with the girls and…“ She could feel her cheeks heating up while the older Jill watched her with raised eyebrows, beckoning her to go on; “And?“ “And I wonder if maybe you know this woman? Does she come here often?“, the Dutch finally finished and held her phone up to show her the photo of a young woman.

The former England international slid the cup of coffee over the counter and shook her had; “I can’t tell you that.“ “Oh, of course. Thanks for the coffee though.“, Jill Roord replied, trying to banish the disappointment from her voice. She was already about to turn around and leave the coffee shop, when she got called back; “Jill?“ “Yes?“ “Come back tomorrow after training.“, advised Jill Scott with a wink. The younger of the two Jills couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across her face; “Alright. See you, Jill.“

You, however, did not know about the conversation the football players had the previous day when you sat down at your favourite table in the coffee shop. You spread out your papers and drawing utensils on the table in front of you. As usual, your coffee had already gotten cold because you got lost in your drawings. You flinched when Jill Scott approached your table, setting down a piece of cake and a fresh cup of coffee in front of you. “Oh, hi, Jill. I don’t think I ordered cake and I still have some coffee left. See?“ You held up your cup of cold coffee but the taller woman just took it from your hands and smiled; “Oh, I know you didn’t order.“ “But?“, you prompted her to go on. She just shrugged with an innocent look: “It’s on the house.“

A smile appeared on your lips:” Thank you, Jill.” Little did you know that in this moment your life was about to change. With an innocent look on her face the owner of the coffee shop led Jill Roord to your table:” The other tables are all taken, I’ll bring you your coffee here.” “Uhm thanks.”, the Dutch woman said. It did not take Jill Scott very long to bring her the ordered coffee: “Here you go.”

Quietly you had watched the scene unfold in front of your eyes before deciding to speak up:” She must like you. Jill doesn’t bring everyone their ordered coffee to the table.” Suddenly your face turned pretty hot, you realized how much off said table you were taking for yourself:” Sorry my drawings take so much space, if you want to, I can make you some room.”

Meanwhile Jill couldn’t believe her luck as she recognized you as the beautiful woman in her pictures: “No don’t worry about it. Leave them there.” Almost shy the blonde added:” Can I have a look at them.” “Sure, actually it’s supposed to be a graphic novel at the end.”, you explained her. Your heart was full as she exclaimed: “Oh really? That’s so cool.”

For a moment you let her go through the art you created, letting her admire it in peace. Clearing your throat, you unravelled the plot of the graphic novel: “It’s about the first openly gay women’s football team in England Hackney Women FC.”

“You’re kidding.”, the forward gasped.

You could not help but laugh a little about her astonished reaction:” No, I’m not. Jill has been a great help for me as she answered all my football related questions patiently. The female players who played back when in the 1980s generously shared their stories with me. Let me tell you these women are incredible. Oh, that probably doesn’t interest you at all and I talked your ear off.”

“No, I like that. That’s very interesting. I think we forget too easily who came before us.”, Jill replied seriously. Surprised you looked at her: “We?” “We football players.”, the Dutch woman specified. “I see.” An honest smile was appearing on the blonde’s face:“So, I think it’s cool what you’re working on.” “Thank you.”, you whispered, appreciating her kind words. “You’re welcome.”

With flushed cheeks, you hurried to change the topic; “So, for which club are you playing? City or United?“ “City. I just moved here.“, the Dutch admitted carefully. She visibly relaxed as you nodded happily; “I secretly hoped you would say City. Our whole family have been fans of them ever since.“ Jill smirked; “Really? So if I would play for ManU, you would have just stood up and left?“ “Possibly.“, you laughed. The football player rested her chin in her hand; “In that case, I’m really lucky.“

Before you could answer, Jill Scott stepped to your table; “Sorry, girls. We’re closing soon.“ You immediately started collecting your papers and pens; “Time really flies when you’re in good company.“ “Can I help you?“, Jill Roord caught your attention again. “Oh, no, thanks. I’m good.“, you smiled gratefully at her. “Alright then.“ Patiently, Jill waited for you so you could leave together. “Goodbye, Jill!“, you waved at the former England player as you walked through the door.

Outside, Jill Roord smiled warmly at you. “I guess it’s time to say goodbye now…“, you stated with a thin smile. Jill just shrugged; “Doesn’t mean forever. Maybe I can buy you a coffee soon.“ This suggestion made you look up at her excitedly; “I’d like that very much.“ “Maybe tomorrow? Same time?“ “Yes, I’ll be there.“, you agreed happily.

A few coffee dates later, Manchester City was set to play against Westham in their first game of the season. The players were in the middle of preparing for the game and the gossip in the dressing room reached their height. “Can you believe it, Laura? Jill met her new girlfriend in our favourite coffee shop. Thats so old fashioned in the internet days we’re living in.“, Chloe brought up the topic. Laura shook her head, unimpressed; “I think it’s cuter this way than meeting someone online.“ „Agreed, it’s so romantic.“, Esme chimed in. The blonde striker looked at her two team mates in disgust, “Can’t believe you both think that.“ “Come on, Chlo, don’t be like that. It’s time to win the game!“, Lauren Hemp pulled her out of the dressing room. Jill didn’t even listen to their gossip, she knew you’d be out there in the stands to watch.

The day after the team won against Westham a few players decided to visit Jill Scott’s coffeeshop. The owner was beaming at her former teammates:” The coffee is on me. Great goals, Hempo and Jill!” “Thanks Jill.”, Lauren answered with a soft smile. “You’re welcome girls.” Curiously the ex-football player looked at the new signing:” Jill, is your girlfriend coming too?” “I think so.”, the Dutch chuckled. A knowing grin was showing up on Lauren’s face as she revealed to the coffeeshop owner:” Jill’s girlfriend is a City fan, so I’m sure they will celebrate our win properly tonight.” Jill Scott pretended to be shocked by her former teammate, as she put her hand to her chest in playful disbelief:”Hempo, you’re too young for such a cheeky smile.”

Slightly out of breath you were turning up next to the Mancity girls:” Hi, sorry for being late.” “Hi love.”, your girlfriend greeted you with a warm and welcoming smile. More calmly now you looked up to her before she kissed you and you replied to it softly: “Hey.” “Guys, we’ve a child here!”, Jill Scott protested. Eyerolling Lauren corrected her:” I’m not a child.” “Yes, you are.”, her ex-England teammate stated firmly. Loudly “I’m 23!”, the English forward complained. Amused the coffeeshop owner looked at them:” And I’m still 13 years older than you. Guys, you can stop kissing now your coffees are ready.” Flushed you thanked her for it before saying goodbye to her for now.

As you and the other women were stepping out into the autumnal October afternoon you were silently thanking fate or whatever it was that made you go into this coffeeshop one day and find not only inspiration there but love too.

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findingnemosworld · 1 year

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𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭 - 𝐫𝐮́𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐬

• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭.

A year had passed since the last they saw one another.

She had moved out of Manchester, asked for a transfer and found herself working in London's Chelsea Football Club, the staff, the players and everyone working there had been nothing short of kind, one in particular had become her closest friend - Benjamin Chilwell, the Englishman was the first person she had met, as well as the one to help her settle in London, the pair had built a well rounded friendship which stood the test of time when Ben tried his luck in courting her only for her to gently put him down, citing personal reasons for her desire to be involved with anyone romantically.

Ben understood her reasoning and the pair instead strengthened their friendship, albeit he was curious to know as to why she refused his advances.

She was young, only a year younger than him, a kind, gentle soul that had always been helpful both in and out her job, yet when it came to romance, it seemed as if there was an unspoken ache in her eyes. It wasn't until the Manchester City vs Chelsea bout for the Carabao cup that he finally understood why she was in ache for the past year and a half.

He'd noticed how a certain Portuguese defender from the other side had not so subtly been staring at her for far too long, so much so that he also noticed she was attempting her best not to approach the other side, even to greet the players she had worked with for the past three years, once the warm ups were concluded, both teams were lead in to prepare for the match, Ben had approached her. " Hey love, you got a minute? "

She looks at him, then nods leisurely - he leads her to a secluded corner, " Is everything ok? " she asks, concern lacing her voice.

" Yeah, I'm fine but are you ok? " He asks, his eyes revealing that he had understood her reservations.

She tried to brush his concern away by forcing a smile, " I'm fine Chilly, what do you mean? "

" Love " He interjects with a soft tone, " Be honest, did Dias play a part in your departure? "

Her body stiffens, horrid and haunting memories plague her mind - her chest tightens as she looks away to collect her composure before she nodded leisurely, without any word uttered.

Ben's jaw tightens, he wasn't a stranger to the Portuguese's antics seeing as the media loved to report on him any chance they can get, much like his fellow national teammate, Jack Grealish. He clenches then unclenches his first, " What happened? "

She recounts everything, with a ponderous heart and glossy eyes, " I loved him Chilly, so much, yet each time we were with our mutual friends, I wasn't his girlfriend, he didn't even want to admit it, I was just the girl he spent time with, it didn't make it easier that he flirted with women in front of me, but I loved him so much that I was willing to look past it "

" That piece of ... " He stops himself, inhaling then exhaling to calm himself, he breathes out a soft breath. " Love, why didn't you say any thing? "

" I was ashamed, and to be honest I had grown tired of the back and forth, so I kicked him out and never saw him again " She murmurs.

" Did he try to contact you? " He wonders.

She nods once again, " He tried, I rejected all of his calls and he even had John call me, but I made sure that he understood my message, I don't want to see him again "

He nods in understanding, " Will you be ok out here? "

" Yeah " She states with a soft tone, " I'm a big girl Chilly, I can handle myself "

Ben couldn't help but say, " But I will be concerned, especially since that bonehead wasn't hiding it that he was staring " he rolls his eyes then shakes his head, " I'm going to kill him if he so much as tries to do anything "

" Chilly, let it go please! " She pleads, grabbing his hand. " I'm not going to let him affect my mood, much less risk the chance of you guys riding up the table, so don't let it get to you "

Ben nods, " I'll try, just be careful ok "

She smiles then wraps her arms around his shoulder, " I love you Chilly, I appreciate your friendship "

" I love you too, you'll always have me by your side " He murmurs.

Their embrace along with their interaction was witnessed by quite an enraged Rúben who was burning with covetousness, and was now very determined to win her back, even if she was still against it.

Soon afterwards, the match begins - she was seated with the medical team on standby, despite attempting her best, her eyes would often trail to Rúben who seemed to work on a different engine, an engine of rage which unfortunately backfired as on the 10th minute, Mudryk had managed to give Chelsea the early goal thanks to a slip up by Rúben who despite being consoled by John, seemed hellbent on ensuring that he will get his payback.

And on the 22nd minute, he had assisted Haaland in scoring the equalizer which sent the Chelsea fans in a frenzy, cheering on the players to bring the lead back to them, the first half had been remained balanced until the very last minutes where a scuffle ensured between both Ben and Rúben after the latter had tackled the Englishman quite violently causing the pair to square up against one another.

Her eyes widened in horror, however relief washed over her body when teammates on both ends helped ensure that scuffle is put out but not before both players were shown a yellow card, thus ending the first half on a 1-1 draw.

Just as she walked in to retrieve something from her bag, she was tugged in a secluded corner causing her to yelp in pain, " What the fuck? " she said before her eyes hardened at the realization of who it was. " You!!! "

" Meu amor, hear me out " He tries with a gentle tone before a sharp sting was felt across his cheek.

" I don't want to hear anything from you " She states with a sharp tone before she spat out, " Go fuck yourself "

He looks down, inhaling then exhaling a deep breath, he looks back up to her and says. " I love you "

She laughs dryly, " Ah, of course, after fucking everything that has a pulse, you're suddenly regretful for the way we ended " she shakes her head, " No, I'm not falling for this shit, so go back to your team "

Afterwards, the second half begins and around halfway through in the 60th minute, Haaland scored his second goal much to the dismay of the Chelsea fans, even more so when Rúben celebrated with Haaland, as the second half was coming to an end in the extra time, Ben was able to equalize the match ending it on a 2-2 draw.

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She returns home later on, had a quiet dinner meal, opting to lay on her couch watching a rerun of Friends when the doorbell rings inciting confusion in her, she'd spoken to Ben who claimed that he was ok, yet she could see that he was frustrated with the draw, she pushed the blanket away, stood up then walked towards the front door, she looks through the peephole and in that minute rage fills her body all over, and she flings the door open, " What do you want? "

" Can we talk? " He pleads with a soft tone, " Please "

" We don't have anything to talk about " She retorts, " You screwed me over Rúben, I was just a toy to you "

" And I regret it " He said, " Just ... please, please let me in "

She gnaws on her bottom lip, " You have twenty minutes " she said then stepped to the side to let him in.

Rúben walked into her flat, as she closed the door - she lead him to the living room, " Sit " she said with a curt tone, before going to the kitchen, she pours two glasses of water, she grabs them then retreats back to the living room, she walks up to him and hands him the glass. " Here "

" Thank you " He murmurs.

They spent about four minutes in silence before she said, " So? " she asks.

" I'm sorry " He begins with a ponderous sigh, " I really am sorry meu amor, I'm an idiot, the biggest idiot there is, I had you in my arms and I did not appreciate you "

" You didn't " She chuckles dryly.

" I thought it was the right decision, to hide it because, I thought that it was for the best, I thought I was protecting you when I ended up hurting you " He states, with a regretful tone. " The truth is, I loved you then and I still love you now, I don't think I can live without you "

She meets his gaze which held regret, authenticity and love. " You hurt me Rúben! " she exclaimed.

" I know I have, and if you let me, I promise I will try my best to ensure you that I'm here, I'm here for you, and I will always be here for you " He said.

She grows silent, downing the rest of her glass before she stood up then walked over to where he was seated, he cranes his head up the minute he felt her hand over his cheek. " Do you regret it? "

He nods leisurely, then rests his forehead over her abdomen, " More than anything "

" Prove it " She said with a soft yet authoritative tone, " I'm going to fuck you the way I see fit "

He freezes, once again craning his head to look up at her. " Huh? "

" You heard me " She said, hooking her finger under his chin to get him to look at her. " You love me, prove it "

He stands up just as she leads him to her bedroom, they walk in and she says, " Sit at the edge of the bed "

He complies, his eyes never leaving hers as she undressed herself entirely before undressing him - she pushes him onto the bed, his back hits the mattress as she sat on top of his lap, he reaches over and tries to grip her waist but she swats his hands away, " I'm in charge " she wraps her hand around his cock, a spec of precum leaks through the slit, she presses her thumb over it then gently pumps his hardened cock inciting a strangled moan from him. " You've had your chance, now I have mine "

He relented, allowing her to take the reigns, she'd always been the only one to know exactly how and when to hit him, his lips were parted, releasing soft moans, grunts and sighs which only grew deeper the moment he felt his cock being enveloped entirely by her slick walls, " Oh Fuck! " he sighs.

" You broke my heart Rúben " She whimpered, " Yet not a single man in the world, knows me the way you do "

" I promise you " He groans, " I promise I won't hurt you again, I'm going to scream my love for you to the whole world "

She sets a moderate pace, moving up and down, throwing her head back. " Fuck, Fuck ... just like that " she takes one of his hand placing it over her waist while the other landed over her clit, " Rúben " she moans.

" Oh meu amor, you feel so good wrapped around my cock, I'm going to cum " He grunts.

" Cum inside of me " She whimpers.

" Meu amor " He retorts in concern.

" I'm on the pill, it's ok " She assures him, whining as he rubbed her clit at a rapid pace. " Fuck, fuck ... just like that, don't stop "

The pair chase their high together before Rúben tugged her in his arms, " I'm never letting you go " he murmurs, pressing soft kisses on top of her head.

" You better not to " She whispers.

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