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The Weight Of Love And Loss - Part One

Alexia Putellas x Reader - Part Two Three Four

The door clicked shut behind Alexia, the sound echoing in the stillness of the apartment. You stood in the kitchen, staring at the counter where her house key now sat beside the note you'd left. The apartment, once alive with laughter, the clinking of wine glasses, and the quiet murmurs of late-night conversations, now felt eerily silent. It was the same place you’d fallen in love with Alexia every day for three years, but now, it felt like a stranger’s home.

You looked around, your eyes landing on the photo of the two of you hanging by the hallway. It was taken after one of her games—a victory that had meant everything to her. Her arm was wrapped around you, her beaming smile brighter than the floodlights behind her. She’d kissed you after the photo was taken, whispering, “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

But now? You weren’t sure she even saw you anymore.

---

It hadn’t always been like this.

Before her injury, Alexia was everything you could’ve dreamed of. She was magnetic, passionate, and somehow always found a way to make you feel like you were her priority, even amidst the chaos of her career. No matter how many training sessions, interviews, or away games filled her schedule, she always carved out time for you.

Date nights were sacred. Fridays at that little Italian restaurant down the street, where she’d tease you for ordering the same thing every time. Sunday mornings meant pancakes and coffee in bed, where she’d steal the blanket just to hear you groan in mock annoyance. She’d hold your hand in public, kiss your temple when you felt insecure, and whisper that you were her world.

Then came the injury.

You remembered the moment like it was yesterday. The way she clutched her knee on the pitch, her face twisted in agony. You were in the stands, your heart sinking as the medics rushed to her side. The diagnosis—a torn ACL—was devastating. But you promised her that you’d be there, no matter what.

At first, she leaned on you. She’d cry in your arms on the bad days, cursing her body for betraying her. You became her cheerleader, her nurse, her confidant. You drove her to every rehab session, stayed up late researching recovery tips, and celebrated every small victory with her.

But as the weeks turned into months, Alexia began to change.

Her frustration grew sharper, her temper shorter. The rehab wasn’t progressing as quickly as she wanted, and she lashed out at the one person who refused to leave her side—you.

“Just stop hovering!” she snapped one night when you’d tried to help her with her stretches. “I don’t need you to babysit me!”

You swallowed the hurt and gave her space, hoping it was just a bad day. But the bad days kept coming. The woman who used to hold you close now felt miles away, even when she was sitting right next to you.

---

You thought things would get better once she started to regain her strength, but if anything, they got worse. Her focus on football became obsessive, to the point where you barely saw her anymore. She spent hours at rehab, at the gym, or watching game footage. The few moments you did share were tense and fleeting—an exhausted sigh when she came home late, a distracted nod when you tried to talk about your day.

“Lex, can we have dinner together tonight?” you’d asked one evening, your voice tentative.

“I can’t,” she said without looking up from her phone. “I have a meeting with the physio.”

“But we haven’t—”

“I said I can’t!” she snapped, her tone sharp enough to make you flinch.

It was in that moment that you realized just how far apart you’d drifted.

---

The breaking point came on a Tuesday afternoon. Alexia had just come home from another long day of rehab, her face a mask of exhaustion and irritation.

“Alexia” you began cautiously, “we need to talk.”

She groaned, dropping her bag on the floor. “Not now, por favor. I’m tired.”

“No,” you said firmly, surprising even yourself. “You need to make time for this. For us.”

Her jaw tightened, but she sat down across from you, arms crossed defensively. “Fine. What is it?”

You hesitated, your heart pounding. “I’m not happy, Alexia. I haven’t been for a while. I feel like I’ve lost you. Like we’ve lost us. You’re so focused on football that you don’t even see me anymore.”

Her eyes flashed with anger. “Do you think this is easy for me? Do you have any idea how hard I’m working to get back? I’m doing this for us—for our future!”

“But at what cost?” you shot back, your voice trembling. “You’ve pushed me away. You don’t let me in. I want to help you, but you won’t let me. And I can’t keep pretending that everything’s okay when it’s not.”

She stood abruptly, shaking her head. “I don’t have time for this right now. I have to go—I have another session.”

“Alexia, please,” you begged, tears streaming down your face. “If you walk out that door right now, I don’t think I’ll be here when you get back.”

She hesitated for a fraction of a second, her hand on the doorknob. Then, with a huff, she turned and walked out.

---

Packing your things was the hardest thing you’d ever done. Every item felt like a betrayal—a reminder of the love you still felt but couldn’t hold onto anymore. The framed photo of you and Alexia on your first vacation together. The jersey she’d given you, signed with a heartfelt message. The books you’d read together, curled up on the couch during lazy Sundays.

You left the key and the note on the counter, your tears smudging the ink as you wrote:

"Thank you for the time we had together. I will never forget anything. I hope you find your happiness again."

You took one last look around the apartment, the place where you’d built so many memories, and walked out the door.

---

In the days that followed, the ache in your chest was unbearable. You missed her laugh, her touch, the way she used to look at you like you were the only person in the world. But as much as it hurt, you knew you’d made the right choice.

Alexia needed to find herself again, and so did you.

And though the pain felt endless now, you held onto the hope that someday, you’d both find happiness again—whether together or apart.

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Secret (4) // Alexia Putellas

a/n: final part:)

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | extra |

When Alexia arrived at home, she thought about the next day, the next week and the following months.

She was ready to fight for you.

And even if there's no chance of ending up together, at least she would have tried.

She wanted you to be hers.

But she also knew that it would take time for you to trust her again.

The two of you had to start over, getting to know each other like when you joined Barcelona.

She was ready to fight for months, even years if that meant being yours someday.

Shy smiles

Alexia started to send you a shy smile each morning when you entered the locker room, her cheeks turning red most of the time when you caught her staring at you.

It was weird at first as you saw the glint in her eyes - she had a plan in mind - but nonetheless you accepted the small acknowledgment from her. It was a nice way to start the day. And you had to admit, catching her staring at you made your heart flutter.

Greetings and good byes

Growing up with the rule: 'everybody gets greeted and a goodbye' you enjoyed it very much when Alexia started to say 'hola' and 'adios'.

But what you even more appreciated was when she greeted you specifically.

-

Alexia entered the changing room rather late for her standards, most of the girls already getting ready for training.

"good morning" she said to your teammates before walking over to her cubby, passing yours, "hola y/n" she smiled, her cheeks turning red when you looked up at her with wide eyes. You hadn‘t expected that - she talked to you, in a room full of people.

"Hi" you whispered, watching the girl walk away.

Both of you had red cheeks, this simple interaction making your heart race. What was her plan? She hadn‘t approached you properly since the flower incident, was that her way of fighting? What was her way of fighting for you?

-

She surprised you a second time that day when she came to see you in the physio room.

In training, you had fallen awkwardly on your wrist, resulting in some pain which had to be checked. It wasn’t something tragic, but better safe than sorry.

Running through the tests with the physio, you got interrupted by a knock, Alexia appearing in the door frame, "just wanted to say bye" she smiled, the same shy smile appearing on her face which you‘ve had met many times before.

"So, um, bye?"

You chuckled at her nervousness, "bye"

"Sí, bye!" with that she rushed out, closing the door.

And like that the 'hi' and 'bye' continued for awhile.

Talking

"I‘ve finally finished watching the show, it was awesome" Alexia randomly stated as you walked next to each other towards the pitch, "I really liked how it ended"

"Right?! It was a great plot twist" you knew immediately which show she meant - the one you had recommended.

"Sí, sí. it made so much sense"

you fell easily into the conversation, sharing your opinions about the plot, characters and scenes and continued to do so until training started.

Seeing the two of you talk with one another became a regular occurrence, Ingrid, Mapi and Frido keeping an eye on both of you as they suspected something more soon, not knowing there had been already and Alexia was working on getting back together.

friends

Over the next few months, the two of you became friends, best friends if you were completely honest. and even though, both of you loved the other one more than anything was that an important step in your relationship. You had learned to start over again, getting to know each other like the very first time.

But you couldn’t lie, it was hard at times. Sometimes, it took every inch of self control… for both of you.

-

It was a hot day, everybody exhausted after the intense training session. most of the girls dropped on the floor, sitting there for a few minutes to calm down while they drank water. Ale was talking to Mapi and Irene while you stood there, drowning half of the water bottle. Your eyes kept glancing at Alexia, the girls shirt rolled up as she every now and then wiped away the sweat from her face.

That‘s when idea popped up in your head. With a few steps you stood in front of the three Spaniards, shielding Alexia from the sun, "just stay like that" she said, smiling, leaning back on her arms.

"Are you hot?" you asked, a mischief smile on your face.

"Are you not?" she replied, her eyes closed as she appreciated the shade.

"Let‘s cool you down then!" you laughed, pouring your water bottle over her. The midfielder gasped, one hand wiping away the water as the girls laughed, Alexia glaring at you, "you better start running" she growled.

And that‘s what you did. You ran over the pitch, Alexia already running after you before you ran into the facility, not knowing where else to go. La reina caught up to you when you entered the locker room, her arms gripping your waist before she pushed you against the wall.

With fear in your eyes, you looked at her, shyly grinning, "cooled you down, didn’t it?"

"Cheeky as always, hm?" she leaned her body against yours, both of you so close that you could feel her breath fanning against your skin.

"You‘re so beautiful" the girl admired, completely lost in your beauty, as your eyes flickered between hers and her lips.

In that moment, both of you wanted to kiss each other, feeling the blood rush through your veins, stomaches full of butterflies - you didn‘t know you were leaning in until Alexia took a step back, "this wouldn’t be right" she whispered as she wanted to kiss you just as much, "and I want to make things right." you closed your eyes for a brief of a moment, inhaling the scent you loved so dearly and enjoying the proximity until it was gone - she was gone.

date?

At some point, these kind of situations happened more often, almost everyday. Alexia caught herself wanting to and almost calling you 'amor' while you weren‘t driving to your home but in the direction of Alexia‘s house.

It was confusing for the both of you.

You loved each other but somehow it felt like new butterflies discovered the surface. You got to know one another in a different way - in a way that neither of you knew before.

The combination of the new and old butterflies caused a feeling that you never felt before. The old merged with the new and turned out to be strong. very strong.

So strong…

…that you couldn’t go to bed without thinking of Alexia- without imagining your future together.

…that Alexia was now 24/7 in your mind, or maybe even longer.

Per se, it wasn‘t different to the things you felt before but it was definitely more present and more intense. Maybe it was the acknowledgement of you as a person in training, outside of the facility and in general that made everything so special.

Alexia interpreted these situations as a sign. As a sign that now the moment had come - the moment she had been working towards for months. Now was the time to ask you for a second chance. For a date.

-

"Wait a moment" Alexia called after you as you walked to your car.

You stopped in your tracks, turning around, "yes?" you asked.

Alexia was nervous, you could tell by the way she played with the ring on her finger, her eyes darted around or foot tapping the floor rapidly. "Would- I would- um- I thought- maybe- um" taking her hand, you caressed the back of it with your thumb - it felt so natural.

"Breathe in, breath out"

Alexia followed your instructions, squeezing your hand for her own reassurance and sake.

"Thank you"

"Do you want to try again?" you asked, smiling lovingly.

"Sí" she took a deep breath, "do you want to go on a date with me?"

In trance, you pulled your hand away, stepping back, "I’d like to take you out to the restaurant Frido suggested"

"Take out?"

"Yes- wait no! I mean- eating in the restaurant"

"Like an actual date?" you sounded so surprised that it broke Alexia‘s heart at the way your eyes lit up and the way your smile reached the corner of your eyes.

"Yes, an actual date. Outside of our apartments. Only if you want to, of course"

"I‘d love to" Alexia thought your smile couldn’t get any bigger but oh, she was wrong.

With confidence, she stated, "I‘ll pick you up tomorrow at 7. wear the nicest clothes you have" happily, she pressed a peck to your cheek before skipping over to her car.

You said yes!

chance?

"What’s that?" you asked, confused about the item Ale held in her hand.

"It‘s a notebook" she replied, shuffling with her feet as you stood in front of your door, the girl insisting on walking you home after your date, "i, um, haven‘t been romantic before and i-" nervously she scratched the back of her neck, a habit of her when she got anxious, "I want to be romantic." her cheeks covered in a blush. You raised a brow, even more confused - what was going on..?

She pressed a kiss to your cheek instead of answering your questioning look, hurrying away before you could say anything.

Rushing inside, throwing your shoes somewhere, you quickly got comfortable on the couch. As you opened the little notebook you were met with Alexia‘s handwriting.

20th August

Today, I started. I smiled at her - she returned my smile. My heart fluttered at the sight of her, she‘s so gorgeous and her smile is so incredibly breathtaking. It wasn‘t her There-is-a-puppy!-smile (which is one of my favourites) or the bright wide smile that reaches the corner of her eyes (which I absolutely love) - it was much more than that. For me, it felt like a chance.

28th August

I can‘t help but drool at the sight of her. Especially after a won game. She‘s my Barcelona.

12th September

I said hi and bye today. Bye turned out to be a lot harder because she fell in training and hurt herself. It was very hard for me not to approach her then and there, I was so worried. Her nose scrunched up in pain when her wrist was touched or she tried to move - I hate seeing her in pain.

I hope she doesn’t think I’m weird because I disturbed the physio tests, I just wanted to see her (and of course, say adios).

13th September

I love her.

Entries like that filled the book, every step (and achievement) in her plan was documented and sometimes there were just adoration entries - pages about how pretty you are, what she likes about you, what you love, your character and habits described down to the smallest detail and so much more. It was clear to say that she loved you. And that she regretted everything (pages of explanations, apologies and regret showing that very clearly)

Two entries caught you off guard though, you didn’t know if you wanted to laugh or cry.

1st March

Dear diary - I guess it‘s a diary, isn‘t it? Correct me if I’m wrong..

Anyways.

Dear diary, it‘s almost midnight at the moment and Mapi just left. I had invited mama, alba and Mapi for dinner tonight, I had to talk to them about y/n. I should have done that ages ago but better late than never?

I told them about y/n, that we were a couple, that I kept her a secret, offered Alba money to keep her mouth shut - I told them everything. No, I’m not proud about how I treated the love of my life but they needed to know. I had to talk to someone. I have told mama about her before that already, not everything but she knew enough to know that I fucked up badly. Now, all of them know everything (not that we had sex, a lot of that too - just the.. yeah I think you get the point).

I want inner peace and it‘s already hard enough without her in my life, so that was the least I could to do to come in terms with myself, even though I will never forgive myself or won‘t regret it for the rest of my life.

Mama was not happy with me but I didn’t expect something else. She hadn’t raised me to be an ass and is very disappointed in me. I can’t blame her.

Alba was quiet most of the time, i think she is the one who understands most. My sister was the first and only one who knew about y/n. She saw what an idiot I was and how rude I acted towards the girl I love. I offered her money - how pathetic…

She got under my skin while she flirted with y/n and she knew that. She made me purposely jealous. And I deserved to feel that rage because I let y/n slip out of my hands while I knew that she loved me more than anything.

Mapi stayed here the longest, because I told her about my plan on winning my girl back. I want her. I need her. I don‘t deserve her, I truly don‘t but I can’t stop trying, can I? I‘m in love with her, I’ve never felt something so strong for anyone before. It scares me.

Mapi isn‘t proud of my behavior either because she knows what a ray of sunshine and pure soul y/n is but is willing to help when i need her.

…

22nd April (today’s date)

I‘m sorry for everything. There hasn’t been a day where I’m not regretting letting you walk through that door.

I hate myself for being so scared, selfish and rude but I love you. I love you with all my heart and every inch of my body - that hasn‘t changed.

You are probably surprised about the change of perspective who I’m talking to but I know you are clever, you know I’m talking to you, y/n.

Or questioning why I’m even addressing it to you, but i think, you will know me the best when you read all of my thoughts. It’s hard for me to let my walls down, I know you know that, and I want to give you the chance to see all of me to the time you weren’t my girlfriend and understand the reasons of my actions to- well, everything.

Right now, it‘s an hour before our date and I’m so nervous yet so excited. I want to make things right. I don‘t want to hide you, I want to show the world how incredible and gorgeous you are and how in love I am with you because I am. I think about you all day everyday. It might sound crazy but you are the one for me, I’ve Imagined our wedding multiple times, little y/n‘s running around calling for their mama.

I love you, I really do.

And no matter the outcome of this date, I will always love you, even when we don’t end up together. I promise you to love you from afar and forever so. And if you should ever not have a home - mine will be forever yours. I will always let that door open for you..

Happy ending?

Alexia took you out on multiple dates: the beach, mini golf, the cinema, every romantic place she could think of. She didn‘t hide you and the attention you got from her was making you feel special.

You felt free.

You felt happy.

You fell in love with her all over again.

And you enjoyed every second of it.

The romance you always dreamed of became your reality. It was different than before with her. You both were full of life. It felt natural to hold hands as you walked down the streets, share kisses in the rain, or have a hearty argument in the restaurant over who paid for the meal (spoiler: la reina always won) yet things weren’t official. Alexia had the question resting on her tongue, not sure if it was right to ask you. She wanted to, she really did, but in the back of her mind, she always heard a voice "you‘re not good enough. You‘ve fucked up before. She‘ll never give you another chance" however Alexia wasn‘t the same - she wasn’t scared anymore. She was ready to show everybody how in love she was with you. She couldn‘t care less what the media would say about the two of you being together or what other people think about you.

She just wanted you.

So, she fought against the urge to believe the voice in the back of her head. She was stronger than that.

-

Your body was leaned against Alexia, her arms snuggled around you as your legs tangled together, her head resting on your shoulder as you watched some netflix show. The atmosphere was quiet and relaxing, the moment seemed perfect.

"I never want to let you walk through that door again, at least not without me holding your hand" she whispered, her grip tightening around your waist, "I’m forever sorry that I ever did, I promise."

Your heart stopped, everything before hadn’t been brought up since her shy smiles - the start of something new - "if you let me, I will show you every day that you‘re not my secret. That you are my girlfriend"

turning in her hold, you looked at her. Had she fought enough? Did she deserve to be forgiven? Will it be the truth that you won’t be her secret?

She showed you.

"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend, la reina?" you asked, smiling, pushing all the negative thoughts away.

She deserved another chance.

"Sí"

It will be the truth.

"Then ask me"

"Will you be my girlfriend?" her heart stopped beating, her hopes high for a positive responds, her nerves at its highest.

"Yes"

Relief washing over her as she heard the answer.

no secret

The girls knew right away that the two of you were a couple as you walked into the locker room with intertwined hands.

In training, Alexia would stay close to you, preferably touching you (an arm around your shoulder, hand resting on the small of you back, etc) and constantly engaging you in a conversation.

"Finally asked her out, hm?" Ingrid teased Alexia as she stood next to Mapi, Ale‘s hand tightening on your waist. While the Norse‘s comment was meant innocently, the three of you froze - Ingrid still didn't know the whole story.

"Yeah, took me a bit to realize that she’s special" Alexia said, eyes finding yours. Her eyes were questions marks - are you alright? was this okay? In responds, you quickly pecked her cheek.

As you turned back to Ingrid and Mapi, you left Ale’s touch, throwing an arm around your best friend, "What about a double date?" you asked excitedly, knowing the Norwegian woman would agree in an instant.

In the background, you heard Mapi groan, playfully shoving your girlfriend, "I’m blaming you for this" as she listened to Ingrid and you planning where you would go. Nonetheless both Spaniards followed you to the changing room like lost puppies, eyes full of hearts as love glowed around them.

It was save to say, that double dates became a regular occurrence.

-

"Amor? Can we talk about something?" the girl looked up from her dinner plate.

"Don‘t you like it?" you asked, referring to the new recipe you had tried.

"No, it’s delicious" she put down her fork, hand reaching for your free one, "mama invited us for dinner" she said in a gentle voice, "do you want to go? I told her, I want to talk to you about it first before I say yes. In case, you don‘t want to"

"Do you want to go?" you questioned, unsure if she wanted this as much as you did.

"Yes, I’d like you to meet my family officially. As my girlfriend."

This moment showed you that you weren’t her dirty secret anymore - not at all.

"Only if you‘re okay with that, of course" she squeezed your hand, letting you know that you can say 'no' if you weren‘t comfortable "we don‘t need to rush anything" as she wanted to do everything at the pace you set.

You were her first priority.

"Does your mother like wine?" you answered, agreeing to have dinner with her family while you felt the excitement rush through your body.

-

"My family loves you, amor" Alexia said as the two of you were in the car on your way home from dinner. Her hand rested on your thigh as yours rested on top of hers, "you think so?"

"Sí, claro. You‘re perfect" lifting your hand, she pressed a kiss on the back of it before settling back down, your cheeks turning red.

After awhile of comfortable silence, you broke the tranquil atmosphere "You know, we‘ve never talked about the notebook" you whispered. You didn’t know why the words left your mouth but you couldn’t take them back either. In fact, you wanted to talk about it ever since you had read the pages full of information, thoughts and love yet never had the courage to bring it up. There was no reason to do so, Alexia was your girlfriend, you had read about her build up plan on winning you back, all the things she loved about you and the pages of regret and disappointment.

She knew that this day would come eventually - always wondering when. It had been awhile since she had given you the booklet.

"I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, I just want you to know that I really appreciated- still do the gesture of getting to know you in a way that I didn‘t know before."

She was very grateful that you didn't want to discuss the topic any further as she was still slightly embarrassed about all the feeling she had exposed in that book. But she also knew that the day would come where the both of you would have a very detailed conversation about every written word in there.

"Maybe one day we‘ll have a home where nobody had walked through that door and where you would never have to leave the door open for me." you whispered, smiling softly before looking out of the window at the night sky.

Alexia knew immediately what you were talking about

'I promise you to love you from afar and forever so. And if you should ever not have a home - mine will be forever yours. I will always let that door open for you..'

and what you were implying.

So, with the moon shining, the stars lighting, she promised that one day a shared home would be reality.

"I‘ll let the lights on instead" she chuckled, remembering the multiple times you‘d walked into something in the dark.

Ps. the internet went crazy when Alexia posted a picture dump of you on your first anniversary (finally confirming the rumours)

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-

"Okay, mi vida, are you ready for this? It's totally fine if you're not; we can head back home," Alexia says, her brow furrowing with concern, which makes you chuckle softly.

You reach out, smoothing the worry lines on her forehead. "I am ready, amor, and I'm so glad to be doing this with you," you assure her, smiling softly. She responds by leaning in and gently pressing her lips to yours.

"Okay then, let's keep a slow pace. We'll start with a half-field run, okay?" Alexia suggests, her voice still tinged with a hint of worry.

"Yes, mi amor, that’s perfect," you agree. Although you received clearance to run a few weeks ago, you hadn't felt quite ready until today. Now, with Alexia by your side, you feel prepared to take this step.

Alexia had brought you to the FC Barcelona training grounds, not only because she knew the way there as the FC Barcelona Femení captain but also because she was aware of the abundance of sports physios available to assist you if needed.

Despite your assurance that you could manage a run in the park, your stubborn girlfriend wouldn't hear of it. And secretly, you loved her concern.

"Are you feeling okay, amor? Is your condition acting up? Do you need a break?" Alexia asks, her worry evident, as you reach the 100-meter mark.

You were born with dextrocardia, a condition where your heart is on the right side instead of the left. For years, it hadn't caused any complications beyond the unusual placement of your heart. Yes, maybe you are out of breath a little before other people would be, but you haven’t really had a negative experience with it. However, nearly a year ago, you began experiencing complications: cyanotic heart disease.

"Amor, please don’t worry too much. I'm feeling alright. This pace feels nice," you reassure her, offering a smile to ease her concerns. Alexia returns the smile softly, squeezing your hand lightly before resuming your usual running position.

"You know, running with you always brings back memories of the first time I saw you," Alexia says with a cheeky grin, causing you to playfully roll your eyes at her.

Alexia had been strolling around the park, a routine she followed most evenings, a ritual that helped her unwind before attempting to sleep—though sleep rarely came easily to her. Her mind buzzed with thoughts of upcoming football training sessions, matches, and how she could inspire young girls to pursue their dreams, regardless of their backgrounds.

As you round the corner into the park, your lungs tighten, and your breathing quickens—a familiar sensation that prompts you to slow down to a walking pace. Running has always been your escape, a way to quiet your mind, but your dextrocardia often leaves you breathless sooner than you'd like. Despite the warm Barcelona sun, you wear a running tank top and shorts, embracing the comfortable attire.

As you noticed a beautiful woman walking out of the park, you attempted to control your breathing. But before you could, she spoke up. "Are you alright? Do you need some water? The bottle is still unopened," Alexia offered kindly, her eyes flickering over your face and down your body, causing a blush to rise to your cheeks as you realized she was checking you out.

"That would be nice, thank you," you replied softly, accepting Alexia's bottle of water and taking a few sips.

"Do you come here often?" she asked curiously, her question more for her own benefit than anything else, as Alexia secretly hoped to see you again. But she kept that to herself, of course.

"Yes, this is my usual running route. Some days are better than others," you admitted, feeling your cheeks flush even redder as you noticed Alexia glancing at your sweaty shorts.

"That's fine, we all have those days," she replied with a cheeky grin, a stark contrast to her earlier shyness. Her playful response elicited a chuckle from you, and you found yourself drawn to her presence.

"You know, you were kind of stalking me a little," you teased Alexia as the two of you finished your first half-field run, now resting for a couple of minutes before tackling another round. Sitting on the grass, the warm embrace of the Barcelona sun kissed your skin, and Alexia rested her head on your shoulder.

"It wasn’t stalking, amor. I was just at the park when you happened to be there," she defended herself, determined to make her point. "Besides, I just liked seeing you," she quickly added, a hint of shyness in her voice that made you smile.

Tilting your head slightly to look at her, you echoed her words, "Do you still like seeing me?" You loved how Alexia wasn't the most eloquent with words, but her actions spoke volumes, and it was utterly adorable.

"Of course, mi vida. I always like seeing you... no, wait,.. love seeing you," she corrected herself with a soft kiss, her lips lingering against yours. Then, with a mischievous grin, she continued, "Especially when you’re beautifully lying on our bed, with your legs spread, while being naked." Her cheeky comment made your cheeks flush crimson, and you playfully swatted her hand away as she traced her finger across your shoulder, ending up over your right breast.

"That was awful," you laughed and Alexia joined in, her laughter infectious.

"Do you remember when I first saw you naked though?" Alexia raised her eyebrows teasingly.

"Of course, amor, how could I forget? I was in a rush," you replied with a chuckle, recalling the amusing yet memorable encounter.

"Bebita, I love what you're wearing, but maybe it's a bit too much?" your girlfriend sounded a little insecure as she voiced her concern. You sensed she was trying not to hurt your feelings, but her words only left you feeling confused.

"What, why? I'm meeting your mother and sister for the first time," you replied, gesturing for Alexia to enter your small apartment. It was compact, with the bed, kitchen, dining area, and living space all crammed into one room, along with a tiny bathroom. Alexia had been here before but still seemed bewildered by its size.

"It's just a home-cooked dinner at my mother's house, amor," Alexia said, pulling you close to her. "Even though I love this red cocktail dress you're wearing, you don't have to. It's just dinner. I bet Alba is even wearing her sweats, like usual, just like me," she added softly. "I'm sorry if it was my fault for this dress code you've got on."

"No, mi vida, it's all on me. I just want to make a good first impression," you sighed heavily.

"You'll make a great impression just by being you, amor," Alexia assured you, leaning in to kiss you, and soon the two of you were getting carried away. But reality quickly snapped back as you realized the time.

"Oh, we're going to be late," you exclaimed, feeling the stress mounting. "Amor, please pull the zipper down," you instructed, turning your back to Alexia. She did as you asked. Instead of heading to the bathroom to change, you surprised her by all but tearing your dress off, standing there fully naked. Alexia stood still, trying to process the sudden turn of events.

"I'm sorry, amor. I know this is chaotic, but this is as fast as I can go, and we'll do this properly another day," you half-yelled hinting to your nudeness, rifling through your closet for the right clothes for a simple home-cooked dinner. Comfy clothes were what you were after. Alexia chuckled, finding the situation so typical of you.

"Amor, you weren't wearing anything under your dress?" she asked, baffled yet smug, her eyes drinking in the sight of you completely nude for the first time. Your scar from a heart operation in your youth was visible on your right side, a few lines marking where your heart was misplaced, slightly blue due to the lack of oxygen. Alexia found it mesmerizing. You were so beautiful.

"Lines of bras and panties are ugly, Ale, you know that," you huffed, snapping her out of her trance, hastily putting on undergarments and slipping into pants and a sweater.

When you were finally ready and grabbed Alexia's hand to leave, she pulled you back, cupping your face gently in her hands and kissing you lovingly. "You are beautiful, amor," her gaze soft and full of love. You blushed, realizing her words weren't just about the clothes you wore now. "I'm sorry for the chaos," you apologized, a little embarrassed.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," she replied sofly, pulling you towards the door, ready to face the evening together. It made you smile brightly.

"Let's take it easier now, okay amor?" Alexia's voice was tinged with concern as she observed your labored breathing and slowing pace. She knew you well—knew that you were usually one to push your limits. But ever since your surgery for cyanotic heart disease six months ago, those limits had inevitably shifted. Since then, she'd taken it upon herself to care for you more attentively, watching over you as you both navigated this new chapter. She understood your eagerness to return to running, yet she also recognized the challenges it entailed.

You remembered how, when Alexia had torn her ACL during football training and underwent surgery, the road to recovery was arduous. Having you by her side had been her solace, her strength. She knew well that recovering from a heavy heart surgery wasn't comparable to an ACL repair, but the principle remained the same—a solid support system was invaluable, and that was what she intended to be for you.

"Let's sit down on the grass over there, under that shade?" you suggested, pointing towards a welcoming patch of coolness.

"Yes, amor, I'll be right there," Alexia replied, quickly sprinting towards the FC Barcelona facility to fetch a fresh, cold bottle of water for you. She returned in less than a minute, her efficiency bringing a smile to your face. "Here, please drink," she said, gently brushing a stray hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear. You took a sip, immediately tasting your favorite electrolyte flavor—a thoughtful touch that warmed your heart.

"Thank you, bebita," you murmured, taking her hand and pulling her down to lie beside you on the grass. "Thank you for being here," you added softly, your eyes closed in contentment as you spoke. Alexia squeezed your hand in response. "Of course, amor, I will always be by your side," she assured you, her words reinforcing the bond you shared and evoking a cherished memory, fresh yet profound.

You layed in the hospital bed, the sterile white of the room blurring into a haze of nerves as the time for your operation approached. This wasn't your first heart surgery; the last one had been years ago when you were still a teenager. Now, as an adult, the decision to undergo another procedure felt heavier, tinged with a fear you hadn't anticipated. Alexia had been your rock, discussing the pros and cons with you until you both agreed that the surgery was necessary for a better future together. Despite her own aversion to hospitals, a remnant of painful memories associated with her father, Alexia stood by your side, her presence a silent vow of unwavering support.

Noticing the nervous pacing beside your bed, you couldn’t help but feel moved by her loyalty. Your eyes welled up with tears, which Alexia caught instantly, rushing over. “Are you okay, bebita? Do you need anything?” she asked gently.

Shaking your head, you reached out and gently pulled her arm, a silent invitation. “Can you please lay your head on my shoulder, Ale?” you requested, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course, bebita,” Alexia responded without hesitation, knowing how much comfort her closeness brought you. She nestled beside you, her head resting on your shoulder, grounding you with the familiar warmth of her presence.

“Okay, I’m just going in the operation room, I will be put to sleep, I will wake up, and I will see you,” you whispered, repeating the mantra a few times to steel your nerves. Each repetition made you feel a tad more ready.

“I will be here, amor,” Alexia murmured back, her hand gripping yours, her thumb soothingly caressing the back of your hand. “Te amo mucho, mi vida” she whispered, sealing her words with a gentle kiss.

When the doctors arrived to take you to the operating room, a deep sense of gratitude towards Alexia filled you, easing the tendrils of fear as anesthesia drew you into darkness.

Hours later, you awakened to the sight of Alexia's concerned face. “Hola, mi vida. How are you feeling?” she asked, squeezing your hand with a loving gaze.

“Just a bit tired, but happy to see you,” you whispered back, relief flooding through you as she relayed the doctor's positive report on the surgery.

''I'm glad that you're here with me, my sweet bebita,'' your girlfriend said softly. Tears welled in her eyes, and you reached up to tenderly wipe them away. Waiting till you got back from your surgery must've taken a toll on your girlfriend.

“And I’m glad that you’re here with me, my sweet Ale,” you said, voice thick with emotion. Hearing your words, she smiled softly.

That smile reminded you of another, more mundane need.

“Ale, please, can you grab me my favorite food?” you asked with puppy dog eyes. Alexia’s laughter rang out warmly in the quiet room.

“Of course, bebita, but you can only eat after another three hours,” she said apologetically.

You grunted in mock frustration, your hangryness palpable, but the shared laughter was like another layer of medicine, healing in its own right.

As you walked through the door of your shared home, a surprising sight greeted you—fresh flowers beautifully arranged on the kitchen counter. Puzzlement crossed your mind. You and Alexia had left together this morning; when could she have...?

Before you could process any further, Alexia's voice chimed in, bubbling with excitement. "I brought you some flowers, bebita, because you just ran a full football field today, and that milestone should be celebrated!" Her words caught you off guard, turning you around to face her with a look of awe.

"I love you, Ale, so much," you managed, your voice thick with emotion. The words barely scratched the surface of your gratitude and affection. Over the past few months, Alexia's gestures of love had continuously touched your heart deeply.

Laughing softly, Alexia added, "I love you too. That’s why I've also ordered your favorite sushi. It’s on its way." Her grin was infectious, prompting a playful eye roll from you.

"It’s also your favorite sushi, Ale," you reminded her with a smile, feeling the shared joy of the moment.

"Your win is my win, bebita," Alexia teased, her eyes twinkling as she took your hand and led you toward the couch. With a gentle pull, she guided you to straddle her lap, enveloping you in the comfort of her embrace.

"Estic tan orgullós de tu," Alexia whispered in her mother tongue, her words sending a thrill through you. The intimacy of her voice and the warmth of her body drew a sigh of relief from you. In her arms, you felt an overwhelming sense of safety—a confirmation of all the reasons you loved her so deeply.

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I hope you all liked this one.

I'm trying a few writing styles so this might not be perfect, but when will writing ever be perfect?

Have a nice evening x keep it kind :)

[millyh23]

Breaking the Silence

Lucy Bronze x Reader

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Lucy slipped through the side door of the Chelsea training facility, her eyes darting across the empty hall. She wasn’t meant to be here so late. No one was. But this wasn't about late-night workouts or reviewing match footage. This was about sneaking into a quiet room where no one would think to look for her.

As she reached the physio room, the faint light spilling from under the door made her smile. She eased it open and saw her—the reason Lucy found herself at the training grounds even when she should be home, resting.

The physio, Y/n, had her back turned, organizing the shelves, humming softly to herself. Lucy took a step forward, the click of her cleats on the tiled floor making Y/n freeze.

“Lucy,” she whispered without turning around, that familiar smile evident in her voice. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

Lucy smirked, letting the door fall shut behind her. “Neither are you.”

Y/n finally turned, meeting her gaze, their eyes locking in that electric moment they always shared. “I’m just finishing up,” she said, but the soft blush on her cheeks gave away her real thoughts.

Lucy walked over, her fingers brushing the side of her arm as she leaned in close. “Maybe I was missing you.”

“You see me every day,” Y/n teased, but her voice softened. “You could get in trouble for sneaking in here like this.”

Lucy’s grin widened. “I don’t mind a little risk.” She paused, then added with a glint in her eye, “For you.”

The tension in the room thickened, both of them knowing how important it was to keep things under wraps. Lucy had always been good at keeping her personal life separate from her football career. But ever since she transferred to Chelsea, hiding this relationship had become trickier—and yet, more exciting.

As Y/n turned back to her work, Lucy slipped her arms around her waist from behind, pressing her lips to the back of her neck.

“Lucy…” Y/n’s voice held a warning, but her body relaxed into the embrace.

“We can be careful,” Lucy murmured against her skin, her voice soft but full of meaning. “No one will know.”

“Except for when they do.” she turned in her arms, looking up at her with a mixture of affection and worry. “We can’t keep this up forever.”

Lucy cupped her cheek, brushing a thumb across her lips. “Then let’s enjoy it while we can.”

Y/n sighed, the weight of secrecy pressing between them even as their bodies stayed close. She ran her fingers through Lucy’s hair, pushing back a stray strand, her thumb brushing Lucy’s temple gently.

“I don’t know how you stay so calm about this,” Y/n whispered. “Every time you’re in the locker room, I worry someone’s going to figure it out. One look at you and—”

“—and they’ll think I’m focused on winning,” Lucy cut in with a playful grin. “That’s what I’m known for, right?”

Y/n let out a soft laugh, but her eyes held the unspoken concern. It was easy for Lucy to play it cool, to keep their relationship hidden under layers of professionalism, but for Y/n, every time they met in secret felt like the walls were closing in. Every glance in training sessions, every casual touch during rehab… it all felt like a ticking time bomb.

Lucy, sensing the hesitation, pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes. “You’re worried about us getting caught,” she said softly, understanding in her tone.

“Of course I am. You're Lucy Bronze—every move you make is scrutinized. What if they think I’m abusing my position, or worse, that it affects the way you’re treated on the team?”

The vulnerability in Y/n’s voice tugged at Lucy’s heart. She placed her hands on the smaller girl's shoulders, holding her firmly but gently. “Hey,” she said, her voice low but steady, “what we have is ours. It’s not for anyone else to understand or judge.”

Y/n lowered her gaze, her lips pressing into a tight line. Lucy could feel the tension radiating from her.

“I know it’s hard,” Lucy continued, her thumb tracing soft patterns on Y/n’s arm, “but we’ve been careful, right? No one’s said a word. And even if they did, I’d handle it. No one’s coming between us, I promise.”

There was something in Lucy’s voice, a quiet strength, that made Y/n look up again. Her heart ached in a good way, a way that reminded her why she had fallen for Lucy in the first place. The footballer was relentless on the pitch, but with her, she was tender—always knowing what to say to calm her fears, to make her feel secure.

“I believe you,” Y/n said softly, her fingers tracing the edge of Lucy’s jaw. “I just… don’t want to mess things up for you.”

Lucy leaned in, their foreheads touching. “You could never mess things up for me. You’re the best thing that’s happened since I came to Chelsea.”

The words hung in the air, a quiet affirmation of the bond they shared. And in that moment, the fear seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of them in the quiet stillness of the physio room, where the rest of the world didn’t matter.

Y/n smiled, a soft, real smile. “You’re really bad at being subtle, you know that?”

Lucy chuckled, her lips brushing against Y/n’s. “Good thing I’m not subtle with you.”

Their kiss was slow, gentle, a moment they savored despite the risks. But as their lips parted, Y/n pulled back with a playful glint in her eye. “You’ve got to go, Lucy. If someone finds us here…”

“I’ll just say I needed an extra session with my favorite physio,” Lucy teased, her voice dropping to a whisper as she nuzzled in her girlfriend's neck.

She playfully shoved her away. “You are such a terrible liar.”

Lucy laughed, stepping back with a wink. “I guess I better practice then. Same time tomorrow?”

Y/n rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the grin tugging at her lips. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” Lucy shot back as she slipped out the door, leaving behind the warmth of their secret but carrying it with her as she stepped into the cold night air.

As the door closed softly behind her, Y/n stood there for a moment, her heart still racing, the weight of their hidden love hanging heavy but sweet. She had no idea how long they could keep it a secret—but for now, she was willing to hold onto it for as long as she could.

The following days felt like a tightrope walk. Every glance, every brush of fingers, every moment where their eyes lingered just a second too long— Y/n could feel the pressure building. The secrecy that once felt thrilling was starting to fray her nerves.

It didn’t help that Chelsea’s training sessions were more intense than ever. Lucy was everywhere, always in motion, her leadership on full display. And Y/n, as the team physio, had to remain professional, pretending not to notice how the sight of Lucy made her heart race, even as she worked on other players.

But today, something felt off.

In the middle of a grueling session, Y/n stood on the sidelines, observing the players, clipboard in hand. Lucy was playing in a small-sided game, her voice ringing out across the pitch, calling orders, demanding more from her teammates. She was focused—too focused, if Y/n was honest. It was as if Lucy was pushing herself harder than usual, and the strain was starting to show.

Suddenly, it happened.

Lucy went in for a challenge, misjudging her footing as her knee twisted awkwardly. She hit the ground with a sharp cry, clutching her leg. The sound of it sent a shockwave of fear through Y/n.

Her heart lurched, instincts taking over as she sprinted onto the field, her medical bag swinging at her side. By the time she reached Lucy, the other players were already crowded around, concern etched on their faces.

"Bronze, you alright?" Sam Kerr’s voice was tense as she knelt beside her teammate.

Y/n shoved her way through, dropping to her knees beside Lucy. Their eyes met for the briefest second—Lucy’s filled with pain, but also something else. A silent message: Stay professional. Don’t let them know.

Y/n swallowed hard, her hands already moving to assess the injury, but her fingers trembled slightly. She could feel the weight of everyone watching, the whole team staring as she worked.

"Can you move it?" she asked, her voice steady despite the panic building in her chest.

Lucy grimaced, shaking her head. “It’s tight—hurts like hell.”

Y/n quickly ran through the motions, checking for serious damage. Her touch was careful, methodical, but inside she was falling apart. If Lucy was seriously injured, if she was out for weeks or months… How could she handle seeing her like this every day, knowing she couldn’t do anything to help?

She forced herself to focus, but every time Lucy winced, she felt a jolt of fear. What if this was more than just a strain? What if—

“Is it bad?” Millie’s voice cut through her thoughts, snapping her back to reality.

Y/n cleared her throat, forcing a calmness she didn’t feel. “It’s hard to say without a full assessment, but it looks like a sprain. We’ll get her back to the physio room for a better look.”

Lucy gave her a tight nod, playing her part perfectly, even though Y/n could see the tension in her jaw, the pain she was trying so hard to mask.

With the help of some teammates, Lucy was helped off the field, and Y/n followed closely, keeping her professional mask firmly in place. But inside, the worry was gnawing at her.

When they finally made it back to the treatment room, Lucy’s face was a mask of frustration as she lay back on the table. The door closed with a soft click, and suddenly, the room felt too small, too quiet.

Y/n turned to face Lucy, the weight of their relationship suddenly crashing down on her.

"You shouldn’t have pushed yourself so hard," she said, her voice sharper than she intended.

Lucy looked at her, eyebrow raised. “I had to. We’ve got games coming up—important ones.”

“You’ve been reckless,” Y/n countered, stepping closer, her emotions bubbling over. “And now look at you.”

Lucy’s expression hardened, her tone clipped. “Don’t make this into something it’s not.”

Y/n flinched at the words, but she couldn’t stop herself. “I’m trying to help you, Lucy, but you’re making it impossible. Do you even care what happens if—”

“If what? If I get hurt? I’ve dealt with worse.”

“That’s not the point!” Y/n snapped, finally letting her frustration break through. “You act like nothing touches you, like we’re fine, but we’re not! You’re playing with fire out there, and it’s only a matter of time before someone notices something’s off. Do you really think we can keep this up?”

Lucy’s eyes flashed with something fierce. “We’ve been fine so far. You’re the one who’s panicking.”

Y/n shook her head, stepping back, her hands trembling now. “Because I care about you. And I hate pretending that I don’t. Every time you get hurt, every time you push too hard, it kills me, Lucy. I can’t keep doing this if—”

“If what?” Lucy sat up, wincing slightly but ignoring the pain. “If we get caught? If someone finds out? I told you, I’ll handle it.”

“But it’s not just about you,” Y/n said, her voice quieter now, the anger giving way to something rawer, more vulnerable. “It’s about us. I don’t know how long I can keep pretending this doesn’t hurt.”

The room fell into a heavy silence, the tension between them thick and unspoken. Lucy’s eyes softened, the fire dimming as she looked at Y/n, really looked at her.

“You’re right,” Lucy said, her voice softer now. “I’ve been reckless. But I can’t let anything get in the way of football. Not now.”

Y/n looked away, her heart aching. “And what about us?”

Lucy reached out, her hand gently closing over Y/n’s. “I don’t know. But I want us. More than anything.”

The confession hung in the air, and for a moment, the tension gave way to something tender, something fragile. But the uncertainty still lingered, and neither of them knew how long they could keep walking this tightrope before everything came crashing down.

Lucy’s hand held onto Y/n’s, the warmth of her touch a stark contrast to the cold weight of their unspoken fears. Y/n wanted to believe her, wanted to cling to the idea that they could navigate the minefield of their secret relationship without it blowing up in their faces. But each passing day felt like they were inching closer to the edge.

“You want us,” Y/n echoed softly, her eyes meeting Lucy’s. “But you want football more.”

It wasn’t an accusation—it was a fact. A fact they both knew but had never put into words. Football was Lucy’s world. It always had been. And as much as Y/n wanted to be a part of that world, she was beginning to wonder if there was room for both her and Lucy’s relentless drive.

Lucy’s jaw tensed, her eyes flashing with frustration again, but this time, there was something deeper in her gaze. Guilt, maybe. Or fear. “Football is my life,” she said, her voice low, almost apologetic. “It’s what I’ve worked for since I was a kid. You knew that when this started.”

“I did,” Y/n admitted, her heart aching. “And I accepted it. But I didn’t realize how hard it would be, watching you put yourself through hell, knowing I have to pretend like you’re just another player.”

Lucy’s eyes softened, and she squeezed Y/n’s hand tighter. “You’re not just anyone to me. You know that.”

Y/n pulled her hand away, stepping back as the walls seemed to close in around her. “But no one else does. I’m supposed to act like this is nothing, like it doesn’t matter. But it does, Lucy. It matters too much.”

The words hung between them, heavy and full of the truth Y/n had been trying to avoid for months. They had fallen into this secret relationship, thinking they could handle it, that they could separate their personal lives from their professional ones. But now, the lines were blurring, and it was becoming harder to ignore the toll it was taking.

Lucy stood up from the table, wincing slightly as her injured leg protested. “I know it’s hard,” she said, her voice tense with the weight of everything unsaid. “But what do you want me to do? Walk away from football? Walk away from us?”

Y/n blinked, the question hitting her like a punch to the gut. She had never asked Lucy to choose—she didn’t want to. But it was becoming clear that something had to give. “I don’t know,” she whispered, her voice breaking slightly. “I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this.”

Lucy took a step forward, her eyes desperate now. “You don’t mean that.”

“I don’t want to,” Y/n admitted, her heart pounding in her chest. “But every time I see you hurt, every time I have to pretend like you’re just another player, it’s like I’m losing you. Piece by piece.”

“You’re not losing me,” Lucy insisted, her voice firm. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Y/n shook her head, the frustration boiling over again. “You say that, but what happens when the next injury comes? Or when someone starts asking questions? How long before we slip up and everyone knows?”

Lucy ran a hand through her hair, her expression tightening. “We won’t slip up. We’ve been careful. We can keep this under control.”

“Can we?” Y/n asked, her voice rising in desperation. “Because it doesn’t feel like it. It feels like we’re one mistake away from everything falling apart.”

Lucy clenched her jaw, her hands balling into fists at her sides. “So what are you saying? That we should end this?”

The question hit Y/n like a slap, and she recoiled, her breath catching in her throat. She hadn’t meant to suggest that—not really. But the thought had been gnawing at her, growing stronger with each passing day. Maybe it would be easier if they weren’t together, if they didn’t have to hide, if they didn’t have to pretend.

But the idea of losing Lucy? Of walking away from everything they’d built, even if it was in secret? It felt unbearable.

“I don’t know,” Y/n whispered, her voice cracking. “Maybe that would be better. For both of us.”

Lucy’s eyes darkened, a storm of emotions swirling behind them. “You don’t mean that.”

“I don’t know what I mean anymore,” Y/n admitted, tears welling up in her eyes. “All I know is that I can’t keep pretending this doesn’t hurt. It’s tearing me apart, Lucy.”

Lucy stared at her, her chest rising and falling with the force of her breath. The silence between them was suffocating, filled with all the things they were too afraid to say. Finally, Lucy spoke, her voice low and raw.

“I can’t lose you,” she said, the vulnerability in her tone cracking through her usual confidence. “I don’t care about the risks. I don’t care if people find out. I need you.”

The confession hung in the air, a sharp contrast to the tension that had been building between them. But even as the words washed over her, Y/n couldn’t shake the fear gnawing at her. It wasn’t just about the risks or the secrecy—it was about the reality that Lucy’s world would always come first. And maybe, deep down, Y/n had always known that.

“I need you too,” Y/n said softly, her voice trembling. “But I don’t know if that’s enough anymore.”

Lucy’s face fell, her eyes searching Y/n’s as if she could find some way to fix this, some way to pull them back from the edge. But the truth was, they were standing on the brink, and neither of them knew how to step back.

“I don’t want to lose you,” Lucy whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “But I can’t walk away from football. Not now. Not ever.”

Y/n nodded, tears slipping down her cheeks. “I know. And I’m not asking you to. But I need to know if there’s room for both.”

Lucy looked away, her jaw tight, her eyes clouded with the weight of the decision hanging over them. And for the first time, Y/n realized that maybe, just maybe, there wasn’t room for both. Not the way they needed.

The silence stretched between them, thick and painful, until finally, Lucy spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I don’t know.”

And with those three words, the tension that had been building for so long finally snapped, leaving them standing on opposite sides of the room, the distance between them more than just physical. It was the reality of their situation—the impossibility of their love—and it was slowly tearing them apart.

Lucy’s words echoed in the small room, heavy with the weight of uncertainty. "I don't know." It wasn’t what Y/n wanted to hear. It was like the ground beneath them was slipping, the foundation of their relationship crumbling under the pressure.

The silence stretched, thick and unbearable. Y/n wiped at her tears, trying to keep herself together, but every second that passed only deepened the chasm between them. Lucy was still sitting on the edge of the treatment table, staring at the floor, her fingers digging into the fabric of her shorts as if she was trying to hold onto something solid.

But nothing felt solid anymore.

“You don’t know?” Y/n repeated softly, her voice breaking. She wasn’t even sure why she’d asked—it was clear from Lucy’s expression that this was the truth, that she was struggling with the weight of it just as much as Y/n was.

Lucy looked up, her eyes clouded with frustration and pain. “What do you want me to say?” she asked, her voice rising slightly. “I’m doing the best I can, Y/n. I’m trying to balance everything, but football… it’s who I am. It’s my whole life. I can’t just… I can’t just walk away from it.”

Y/n felt her stomach twist, her heart pounding against her ribs. “I’m not asking you to walk away from it! I would never ask that!” Her voice cracked with the emotion she was trying so hard to control. “But I can’t keep living like this. I can’t keep hiding, pretending like I don’t care when you’re hurt, pretending like we’re not… something real. It’s too much, Lucy.”

Lucy stood up, her movements sharp, full of restless energy. She ran a hand through her hair, pacing the room, clearly torn between her love for football and her feelings for Y/n. The tension in her shoulders was unmistakable, the frustration seeping into every step.

“I don’t know what else to do,” Lucy admitted, stopping in front of her, her eyes pleading for understanding. “If we go public, everything changes. People start talking, the media gets involved, the team dynamics shift… it’s a risk for both of us.”

“And what about us?!” Y/n blurted out, her voice full of desperation. “Are we even a priority for you? Or is this just… something to fill the gaps between your matches?”

The second the words left her mouth, she regretted them. The look on Lucy’s face—shock, hurt, and anger—stabbed Y/n like a knife. But she couldn’t take it back now.

“Is that what you think?” Lucy’s voice was low, dangerous. She stepped closer, her presence commanding. “You think I’m with you just because it’s convenient? That this doesn’t mean everything to me?”

Y/n swallowed hard, feeling cornered but unable to stop herself. “I don’t know, Lucy! Because right now, it feels like I’m just an afterthought. Like football will always come first, and I’m just supposed to be okay with that.”

Lucy stared at her, her chest rising and falling with the force of her emotions. “Of course football comes first. It has to. You knew that when this started. I never hid that from you.”

“And I thought I could handle it,” Y/n whispered, her voice trembling. “But it’s breaking me. Every time you get hurt, I have to pretend like it doesn’t matter more because I’m your physio, and not your—” She stopped herself, choking on the word she hadn’t said yet. She wasn’t sure she even had the right to say it.

Lucy closed the distance between them, her voice softer now, but the tension still crackling in the air. “Not my what?”

Y/n swallowed, tears welling up again. “Not your girlfriend.”

The word hung between them, thick with emotion. Lucy’s face softened, but there was still so much conflict in her eyes.

“You are my girlfriend,” Lucy said quietly, but the words didn’t feel as comforting as they should have.

“Then why doesn’t it feel like it?” Y/n whispered, her voice barely holding together. “Why does it feel like I’m always waiting for scraps of time with you? Like I’m always second place to the game?”

Lucy’s shoulders sagged, and for a moment, it looked like she was going to crumble under the weight of it all. “Because… because football is all I’ve ever known. It’s how I make sense of the world. And yeah, maybe I’ve been shitty at balancing everything, but that doesn’t mean you’re not important to me.”

Y/n shook her head, biting her lip to keep the sob from escaping. “I know that. But I don’t want to just be someone you fit into the gaps between training sessions and matches. I want to feel like we’re in this together. Like we’re both fighting for it.”

Lucy was silent for a long moment, her eyes searching Y/n’s face, as if trying to find the right words to make everything okay. But there were no easy answers. There never had been.

“I don’t know if I can give you that,” Lucy finally said, her voice raw. “Not the way you need me to.”

The admission hit her like a punch to the gut. She had been holding onto hope that Lucy could find a way to balance everything—that somehow, they could make this work. But hearing Lucy admit that she wasn’t sure if she could be the partner Y/n needed was like a cold, harsh reality settling in.

Tears streamed down [Y/N]’s cheeks as she stepped back, putting distance between them. “Then what are we doing, Lucy?” she asked, her voice thick with pain. “What’s the point of this if it’s always going to be like this?”

Lucy looked like she wanted to argue, to tell Y/n that it would be different, that they could make it work. But she didn’t. Because deep down, they both knew the truth. The balance between football and their relationship was fragile, and it was tipping in the wrong direction.

“I don’t want to lose you,” Lucy said softly, her voice breaking with emotion. “But I don’t know how to be with you in a way that doesn’t hurt both of us.”

Y/n wiped at her tears, her heart breaking with every word. “Maybe we can’t.”

Lucy’s eyes filled with sorrow, and for the first time, she didn’t have a response. The silence between them was louder than anything else. It was full of all the things they hadn’t said, all the sacrifices they weren’t sure they could make.

Y/n turned, walking toward the door, her hand trembling as she reached for the handle. “Maybe we need to stop pretending this isn’t tearing us apart,” she whispered, her back to Lucy. “Because I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

And with that, she opened the door, stepping out into the hallway, leaving Lucy behind in the quiet, suffocating stillness of the treatment room.

But even as the door clicked shut behind her, Y/n knew that walking away was the hardest thing she’d ever done. Because leaving Lucy, even if it was the right thing, felt like losing the one thing she’d ever truly wanted.

Y/n barely made it down the hallway before the weight of everything became too much. She leaned against the cold wall, her breath coming in shaky, uneven gasps as the reality of what had just happened sank in. Walking away from Lucy felt like ripping her heart out. But staying? Staying felt like it was breaking her, piece by piece.

She could still feel the echo of Lucy’s words—I don’t know if I can give you that. It played over and over in her mind, like a loop she couldn’t escape. But she had to. She had to let go, hadn’t she?

Before she could make sense of the mess of emotions swirling inside her, she heard the sound of hurried footsteps behind her. She turned just in time to see Lucy limping down the hallway, her face flushed, her eyes wide with panic.

“Y/n, wait,” Lucy called out, her voice breathless, almost frantic.

Y/n swallowed hard, her heart hammering in her chest. She wanted to run, to keep going before Lucy could say anything else. But the look in Lucy’s eyes—the sheer desperation there—rooted her to the spot.

Lucy stopped in front of her, her chest heaving from the short sprint, her eyes locked onto Y/n’s. “I can’t… I can’t let you leave like this.”

Y/n blinked, her throat tightening. “Lucy…”

“No, please, just listen,” Lucy interrupted, her voice thick with emotion. She took a step closer, closing the distance between them. “Y/n, I’ve spent my entire life putting football first. It’s been everything to me. And I thought… I thought I could keep it that way. I thought I could just make everything else fit around it. But I was wrong.”

Y/n felt her pulse quicken, her breath catching in her throat. “What are you saying?”

Lucy took a shaky breath, her eyes searching Y/n’s face with an intensity that made Y/n’s heart ache. “I’m saying that I’ve been a coward. I’ve been afraid to admit how much you mean to me. I’ve been so focused on football that I’ve been too scared to let myself want more. But I want more, Y/n. I want you. I need you.”

Y/n stared at her, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst out of her chest. “But… what about football?”

Lucy’s jaw clenched, but her gaze never wavered. “Football will always be a part of my life. It’s who I am. But it’s not all I am. I don’t want it to be the only thing that matters. Not anymore.”

The vulnerability in Lucy’s voice, the rawness of her confession, hit Y/n harder than anything else. This was Lucy Bronze—strong, determined, unshakeable—finally admitting that she couldn’t do it all alone. That she didn’t want to.

Lucy reached out, her hand trembling slightly as she cupped her face. Her thumb gently wiped away a tear that had slipped down Y/n's cheek. “I love you,” she whispered, the words so soft they were barely audible. “I’ve been too afraid to say it, but it’s true. I love you, and I don’t want to lose you.”

The breath caught in Y/n’s throat, her vision blurring as more tears spilled over. Lucy had said the words she hadn’t even dared to hope for, the words that had been locked between them for far too long. “Lucy…” she whispered, her voice shaking.

“I’m not saying it’s going to be easy,” Lucy continued, her voice steady but filled with emotion. “I know I haven’t been fair to you. I’ve been selfish, and I’ve hurt you by not giving you the attention you deserve. But I want to make it right. I want to fight for us.”

Y/n shook her head, her emotions swirling so violently inside her that she couldn’t keep it together. “How can you say that? How can you be sure?”

“Because I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” Lucy said, her voice fierce with conviction. “I know football is important, but I also know that I don’t want to live in a world where I don’t have you by my side. We’ll figure it out. I don’t care if people know, I don’t care if we have to navigate the chaos together. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

Y/n felt her walls crumbling, the tension that had built between them for so long finally breaking. “I don’t want to lose you either,” she whispered, her voice barely holding together. “I love you too, Lucy. But I can’t keep feeling like I’m second place.”

“You won’t be,” Lucy promised, her eyes shining with emotion. “I’m not saying I’ll get it right all the time, but I swear I’ll try. You’re my priority. You’ve always been my priority, even if I didn’t show it. I need you to believe me when I say that.”

Y/n swallowed hard, the lump in her throat making it difficult to speak. But the sincerity in Lucy’s voice, the sheer determination in her eyes, made it impossible not to believe her.

“I believe you,” Y/n whispered, her voice breaking as she leaned into Lucy’s touch.

Lucy exhaled, a shaky, relieved breath escaping her as she pulled Y/n into a tight embrace. The moment their bodies touched, it was like the tension that had been holding them apart for so long finally melted away. They stood there in the hallway, clinging to each other, holding on as if they were afraid to let go.

“I’m sorry,” Lucy murmured into Y/n’s hair, her voice thick with emotion. “I’m so sorry for everything.”

Y/n shook her head, burying her face in Lucy’s chest as the tears came in full force now. “I’m sorry too. I just… I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t,” Lucy promised, her arms tightening around her. “You never will.”

For the first time in months, Y/n allowed herself to believe it. They stood there, wrapped in each other, the weight of the last few months finally lifting as they found a sense of peace in each other’s arms.

It wasn’t perfect, and it wouldn’t be easy. But for the first time, they were both willing to fight for it. Together.

Lucy pulled back slightly, tilting Y/n's chin up so their eyes met. “We’ll figure this out,” she said softly, her voice full of determination. “One step at a time.”

Y/n smiled through her tears, a glimmer of hope flickering in her chest. “One step at a time.”

Lucy leaned in, pressing a soft, tender kiss to Y/n’s lips, sealing the promise they’d made to each other.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, it didn’t feel like they were on opposite sides of a battlefield. It felt like they were in this together—finally, truly together.

The kiss lingered for a moment, gentle but full of unspoken promises. When they finally pulled apart, Lucy rested her forehead against Y/n’s, her breath mingling with hers in the quiet of the hallway. It felt like they had broken through the storm and finally found a moment of peace, fragile but real.

“Let’s get out of here,” Lucy whispered, her voice still low but steadier now. “We need time—time away from everything. Just us.”

Y/n nodded, her heart still pounding from the emotional whiplash of the last hour. The idea of being alone with Lucy, no pressure from football, no eyes watching, felt like a lifeline. “Yeah. I think we both need that.”

Lucy smiled softly, a glint of relief in her eyes. “Come on,” she said, taking Y/n’s hand and leading her down the hallway toward the exit. The touch of Lucy’s hand in hers was grounding, the warmth of her skin reassuring. It felt like they were finally moving forward, like they had a chance to rebuild what had nearly been broken.

The walk to the car was quiet, but it wasn’t the strained silence that had been hanging over them for weeks. It was a comfortable quiet, the kind where words weren’t necessary. They were both exhausted—emotionally and physically—but being next to each other, knowing they had made it through, was enough for now.

As they drove away from the training ground, Lucy’s hand stayed resting on Y/n’s thigh, her thumb brushing soothing circles over her skin. Y/n glanced over at her, seeing the tension that had been etched into Lucy’s face for so long starting to ease. There was still so much to work through, but this moment felt like a step in the right direction.

They ended up at Lucy’s flat, the familiar space feeling like a sanctuary after the whirlwind of emotions. As soon as the door closed behind them, Lucy pulled Y/n into her arms again, holding her tightly as if she never wanted to let go. Y/n melted into the embrace, burying her face in Lucy’s neck, breathing in the comforting scent of her.

“I missed you,” Lucy whispered, her voice barely audible. “Even when you were right there, I missed you.”

Y/n’s throat tightened again, but this time it wasn’t from pain—it was from the overwhelming love she felt for this woman, the woman who had been so scared to let herself be vulnerable, but who was finally opening up. “I missed you too,” she whispered back, her voice trembling with emotion.

They stood like that for a while, just holding each other, the weight of everything that had happened slowly starting to fade as they found solace in each other’s arms. Eventually, Lucy pulled back slightly, her eyes searching Y/n’s face.

“I want to do better,” Lucy said softly. “I know it’s not going to be easy, but I’m going to try. For us.”

Y/n smiled, her heart swelling with affection for the woman in front of her. “We’ll figure it out together. We always do.”

Lucy leaned in, pressing another kiss to Y/n’s lips, this one filled with a renewed sense of hope. When they pulled apart, Lucy rested her forehead against Y/n’s again, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

“You know,” Lucy said, her tone lighter now, “I think we’re both pretty terrible at this whole ‘keeping it a secret’ thing.”

Y/n let out a soft laugh, the tension between them finally dissolving completely. “Yeah, I think we’ve been caught more times than we’d like to admit.”

Lucy grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I don’t think it’s going to stay a secret for much longer.”

“Maybe that’s not such a bad thing,” Y/n said, her smile growing. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I don’t want us to be something we have to keep in the shadows.”

Lucy’s expression softened, the vulnerability she had shown earlier still there, but now tempered with a quiet confidence. “Neither do I,” she admitted. “I’m ready to let people see us for who we are. We deserve that.”

Y/n felt her heart flutter at Lucy’s words. They had been through so much together—fighting to balance their careers and their relationship, struggling to find time for each other in the chaos of their lives—but this felt like the start of something new. Something stronger.

“Okay,” Y/n said, her voice filled with determination. “Then let’s do it. Let’s stop hiding.”

Lucy smiled, a look of pure affection in her eyes. “Together?”

“Together.”

They stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the weight of the decision settling over them like a warm blanket. It wouldn’t be easy—there would be questions, media attention, and the inevitable scrutiny that came with being a high-profile couple. But they were ready to face it. For the first time, they were both on the same page, both committed to fighting for their relationship, no matter what came their way.

Lucy pulled Y/n toward the couch, settling down beside her, their fingers still intertwined. “So,” she said, her tone teasing, “how do you think the team’s going to take the news?”

Y/n laughed, her heart feeling lighter than it had in months. “I think they’ve probably already figured it out.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Lucy agreed, her smile widening. “I guess we’ll just have to deal with the teasing.”

“As long as I have you, I can handle it,” Y/n said, her voice soft but filled with certainty.

Lucy leaned in, pressing a kiss to Y/n’s temple. “You’ll always have me.”

And with that, the last remnants of the tension between them finally disappeared, replaced by the quiet, steady certainty of their love. They sat there, side by side, knowing that whatever came next, they would face it together.

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The End

[woso-dreamzzz]

Jealous

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Pernille's a little jealous

Pernille wouldn't call herself a jealous person. She's never really wanted what others had. She's never looked at something someone has had and desperately wanted it for herself.

Similarly, she's never had a problem with people looking at Magda. She's never had a problem with fans fawning over her or some girl trying to dance with her at a club.

Pernille knows Magda loves her. She knows that Magda would never stray. They have you together. They've built a family together.

Pernille knows that you and her are the most important things in Magda's life.

Which is why it's strange that she's feeling jealous right now.

She'd just come in from training, hair slightly damp from the sudden rain shower that appeared and feeling glad she had sent you inside with Magda earlier.

Magda had cut her own session short after feeling a twinge in her ankle so went in to get it taped as a precaution.

The physio's office is where Pernille finds you and her now.

Magda's sitting in one of the beds, leg stretched outwards as one of the new physios massages her leg despite it being an ankle injury that sent her indoors.

You're in her lap and Magda's desperately trying to braid your hair back from where it's escaped from your hair tie.

She's not doing very well. Usually, she'll just throw it up into a ponytail and call it a day but Pernille thinks it's nice that Magda's trying so hard to give you a hairstyle that you'll really like.

It's a brief thought though as Pernille's eyes focus on the young physio.

She's talking to you in particular, nodding along as you babble about what you did last night and how Magda read your bedtime story and how you slept in her newest Sweden jersey.

The physio smiles at you before glancing up at Magda. "You're feeling really tight there, Mags. Really having to use all my strength here."

It's a blatant attempt at flirting as the physio bats her eyes a few times before letting out a groan of effort that could easily be sexual.

It makes Pernille's blood boil. One, because it's very obvious that she and Magda are together and two, that this new physio is using you to try and worm her way into Magda's heart.

She's fawning and cooing over you and Magda (poor, sweet, oblivious Magda) can't even tell.

That's the other annoying bit. Magda has no clue she's being flirted with and that really pisses Pernille off. It's not the first time something like this has happened before either.

Magda never knew when a girl was flirting with her. She never knew until they attempted to kiss her and Pernille had hoped that the years would have made Magda more aware of it happening but clearly not.

The physio giggles again and it takes everything in Pernille not to snap at her.

Instead, she plucks you off Magda's lap without saying anything, adjusting you so you're on her hip.

"I'm taking her home," She says, trying not to lose her temper as the physio inches her hands further up Magda's leg," The rain isn't going to let up anytime soon. Practice is postponed."

"Give me a few minutes," Magda says," We're nearly done here."

The physio pouts and it sends another bolt of anger down Pernille's spine. She doesn't like the way her hand it still on Magda's leg. It's inappropriate for work.

If Magda needs her leg massaged then Pernille would be happy to do it herself at home.

"I need to grab my bag." She says instead," If you're not by the car in five minutes then I'm leaving without you."

Momma walks off without Morsa, who scrambles away from the weird lady who was touching her.

You frown.

Momma doesn't talk to Morsa like that, all angry and annoyed. It's strange.

"Momma," You say as Momma grabs her bag and makes her way out to the car," Why's Morsa not coming with?"

Momma's jaw is clenched. You can tell.

"That's your Morsa's choice," Momma tells you as she straps you into your seat.

She slides into her chair just as Morsa comes running out the building.

She tries to open the passenger door but can't.

Momma's locked it.

"Pernille!" Magda bangs on the window. "Pernille, come on! I'm here!"

"You're late."

"I was just talking to Elizab-"

"Elizabeth!" Pernille snaps and your head ping pongs between them," Well, why don't you go back to talking to Elizabeth while you wait for your taxi to turn up!"

"Pernille! Really? Are we really going to argue right now? I don't even know what I've done wrong!"

"Then you've got lots of time on the trip home to work it out!"

Magda is silent for a while before it all seems to dawn on her. "Is this really about Elizabeth? Pernille-"

"You better not be about to tell me that it's all in my head! Her hands were way too high up to be a massage. In front of Princesse as well! In front of our child!"

"Let me in!" Magda says," I promise that I didn't realise! I thought she was just being helpful."

Pernille draws in a long breath. She knows that she's being irrational but sometimes these things just creep up on her.

She unlocks the car and Magda slips in.

"Hi, Morsa!" you chirp and she looks back to look at you.

"Hi, Princesse."

"Why'd Momma lock you out?"

Magda almost laughs as Pernille's hands clench around the steering wheel, pulling out of the parking spot and beginning to drive home.

"Well, I'm a little silly sometimes. Do you know what flirting is?"

You nod. "Like how Sam's girlfriend makes her feel all giggly and silly by talking to her."

"Exactly like that," Magda laughs," Well, Elizabeth was trying to flirt with me but I'm silly so I didn't notice."

"Oh," You say," That's bad because you're with Momma."

"That's right so that upset Momma a little bit," Magda continues," And when I didn't react to her flirting, she tried touching me to see if I was interested."

You frown. "Is that why she offered you the massage even though you hurt your ankle and not your knee?"

"That's-"

"She asked about it in front of Princesse?!" Pernille demands before this whole situation becomes a bit too funny for her liking. "And you didn't realise, Magda? God, how oblivious are you?"

Magda's cheeks go red with embarrassment. "Well," She says," I know you like me hot and oblivious. That way no one can take me from you."

Pernille full on laughs. "As if you would let yourself be taken."

"And Momma didn't like her touching you either?" You ask, your mind still trying to work out what has just happened.

"I didn't like it at all," Pernille says," And I was very annoyed that your Morsa let it happen."

The car is silent for a few minutes as you turn it over in your head before calling for Magda's attention again.

"You should tell Elizabeth that Momma will beat her up if she tries it again!"

[ellatoone7]

Alexia fic reader and her are married and R is pregnant and is going through pregnancy and Alexia cares for her

❄︎ La Princesa ❄︎

Alexia's favourite girls series

Your little family grows

You had always wanted to start a family, it was a dream of yours since you were old enough to understand. This dream only heightened after you met the love of your life.

You and Alexia met at a club in Ibiza, the Spanish girl knocking your drink all over you as she tried to make her way through the crowd.

With a million apologies and an offer to buy you another, the both of you ended up staying with each other the whole night.

It’s been a few years since that first encounter and you and Alexia have had a successful and extremely happy relationship. It was tricky bringing up kids with her career, you didn’t want to scare her away but you had always believed that communication was key in a relationship.

After she came home from one of her many training sessions you decided to bite the bullet, to your surprise Alexia had already assumed the two of you were going to be having kids stating that she has always wanted one or two of her own.

She proposed a few months after that conversation and you now have been happily married for two years. You had been trying to get pregnant for a few months now, excitement was quickly being replaced with frustration at the many failed attempts.

Things haven’t been easy since Alexia’s injury, after months of arguing it seemed like things were finally settling down as Alexia learned to accept her injury and started to focus more on her family.

That’s how you find yourself here, patiently waiting for Alexia to get back from her physio appointment. You have to stop yourself from pacing a hole through the kitchen as the excitement bubbles up inside you.

Alexia should be home any minute, you hope that the appointment went well, knowing how any set back could put your persistent wife in a grumpy mood.

You don’t even hear the keys in the door as your mind races with endless thoughts. “Hola, hermosa.” A tired voice startles you out of your head as Alexia makes her way over to the fridge.

“How was your appointment?” You ask, not being able to tell how your wife was feeling, You watch as the midfielder shrugs her shoulders, “El mismo de siempre (Same old, same old).”

She slightly limps over to where you are nervously standing and leaves a sweet kiss to your forehead frowning once she sees your shaking hands.

“What’s wrong, Mi amor?” Alexia grabs your hands as she looks down at you with worried eyes. Not wanting your wife getting too worried you grab the test from your back pocket slowly handing it to Alexia.

Alexia stares at the test while you wait in anticipation, “Is this real?” She asks in awe at the test in her hand, “No.” you smile as tears make their way down your face.

She scoffs at your obvious sarcasm before looking back down at the test as if it will suddenly vanish. You watch your normally inexpressive wife tear up before she suddenly lifts you up, “Ay dios mio!”

You laugh as Alexia spins you around before remembering her injury, “Alexia, your knee!” You quickly try to get out of her grasp as she holds you even tighter, “I don’t care! We are having a baby!”

You wrap your arms around her broad shoulders as she finally places you back down. Before you can say anything else she’s pulling you into a deep kiss, hoping the kiss conveys all the emotions she’s feeling.

You gently push her away quickly cupping her face as you wipe away the lingering tears. She presses her forehead against yours as her hands creep under your shirt pressing softly against your stomach, “Te amo mucho.”

…

The first trimester was the worst, you never thought you’d be grateful for your wife’s injury but having her there through your morning sickness was everything you could have asked for.

Countless mornings of waking up and getting sick had started taking a toll on your body. Without fail she would be there holding your hair and placing a soothing hand on your back while whispering how much she loves you.

One particularly bad morning had you running for the bathroom at an ungodly hour, you didn’t expect Alexia to hear you as her medication for her knee normally knocked her out.

So it’s not really your fault when you startle from a touch on your back, “Lo siento (sorry),”you immediately relax after feeling her familiar hands running down your back soothingly, before you can respond the pain in your stomach intensifies as you shove your head back into the toilet bowl.

You hear Alexia wince as you empty the contents of your stomach, you go to slap her shoulder before giving up and slumping against her steady figure.

She brushes your sweaty hair out of your eyes as she pulls you closer, almost cradling you to her chest, “You did this to me.” You playfully accuse as she kisses your cheek while laughing softly.

“Técnicamente (Technically) it was an injection.” She trails off as you throw a glare her way, “Don’t be smart with me while I’m carrying your child.” You argue back fondly as you cuddle closer to her.

She holds you on the bathroom floor trying to provide as much comfort as she can while you’re feeling miserable. Although she knows you're in pain she can’t help but smile knowing that she’s one step closer to meeting your baby.

…

The second trimester was a lot more exciting for you and Alexia, the morning sickness was gone and you were starting to show.

Although you enjoyed the intimacy of being private with your pregnancy you both knew that people would notice that you’ve gained weight, especially with Alexia’s expected return in the upcoming weeks.

You decided to invite Eli and Alba over for dinner so you could tell them together, you knew that Alba would freak if she wasn’t the first to know.

You are currently running around the kitchen trying to make sure that nothing burns as Alexia unhelpfully watches from where she’s sitting at the counter.

“Do you wanna help?” Alexia pretends to think about it for a moment as you expectantly stare at her, “mhm, not really.” You roll your eyes fondly at your wife as she chuckles before getting up and setting the table.

You can’t help the smile that lights up your face when you feel her hands softly hold your stomach as she brushes her lips across your neck. You lean your head back against her shoulder as she gently sways the both of you to the music coming from the radio.

“Eres tan perfecta (You are so perfect),” You kiss her cheek at her melting comment, she knows you have been struggling accepting the weight that the pregnancy brings on.

She promised herself that she would never let you forget how beautiful you are after catching you staring unhappily at yourself in the mirror.

“I have stretch marks now,” You answered when she asked you what the matter was. She cupped your cheeks softly before kissing every inch of your face, “And they look so beautiful on you, Cariño.” She said, kissing you with every word.

And she hasn’t failed on that promise, it felt like every second of the day she reminded you just how gorgeous you were and how she couldn’t be more grateful to you.

A knock on the door brought Alexia out of her daydream as she left you with another kiss to the temple. Opening the door she was greeted with her sister's smiling face, “Hola, hermana! Ha sido tan largo (It’s been too long).” Alexia relished in her younger sister's arms before gratefully accepting the bottle of your favourite wine.

“Te hablé ayer (I spoke to you yesterday).” Alexia spoke while Alba rolled her eyes at her sister, “No quise decir que eres estúpido, me refiero a tu increíble esposa (I didn’t mean you stupid, I was referring to your amazing wife).”

Turning the stove off, you rushed to hug your sister in law who you have always been close with. “Mi chica, you are glowing.” You blushed as Alba kissed both your cheeks, you caught you wife’s eye over her sisters shoulder smiling at Alexia’s pure joy at the prospect of telling her family.

“¿Donde esta mama?” Alexia asks as she peers out the door, “Estoy aquí, Mi hija! (I’m right here, my daughter)”

You watch as Eli wraps her arms around her eldest daughter kissing her head as she does so, “Ahora, ¿Dónde está esa hermosa chica mía? (Now where is that gorgeous girl of mine.)”

You greet your mother in law as she quickly thrusts flowers into your hands and you thank her as you lead them to the kitchen.

After you all had finished eating you knew it was time to tell them, you were slightly nervous not at the thought of them not supporting it but of breaking your bubble that you and Alexia had been living in the past months.

You caught your wife’s eye seeing that she was thinking the exact same thing. Alexia grabbed your hand and brought it up to her lips.

“Mama, Albs, We have something to tell you.” You moved closer to your wife as she handed a small picture to the two women. You held your breath as you watched Alba’s face contort in confusion until realisation finally hit her.

“No! No! Ay dios mio!” Alba screamed as she stood up from her chair, hand coming to cover her mouth in shock. She flung herself at her younger sister, “Voy a ser tia! (I am going to be an aunt)”

You watch the two sisters embrace before it’s you being crushed in a hug by the younger girl, “Fácil con ella, Alba! (Easy with her, Alba!)” You hear your wife sternly tell off her sister as Alba lets you go with a sheepish grin.

Eli tries to contain her tears but as she stares at the picture of her grandchild she can’t contain her excitement as they fall down her face.

“I could not be more happy for you, I truly mean that.” Your mother in law says as she pulls the both of you into a hug.

“I can’t believe you knocked her up, hermana!” You try to hide the laugh bubbling up Alba’s comment but can’t when you witness Eli smacking the back of her neck.

You watch on as the three women you’ve grown to absolutely adore chat excitedly about what is to come.

…

Telling Alexia’s teammates was a lot easier, you knew that the girls would tease their captain endlessly about her real motherhood. You haven’t been around the team as often as you normally would be due to not wanting to spoil the surprise and also not being able to keep up with them in your current state.

You have gotten countless texts from the two youngest, Jana and Claudia. They have been blowing up the group chat ever since you graciously declined to go out a few weeks ago.

Alexia met you outside Barcelona’s training facility, you were now 5 months and your bump was a bit more noticeable than when you told your family, you had thrown on one of Alexia’s oversized jumpers before you left the flat.

Since then you’d found out that you and Alexia were having a little girl, this only added to your wife’s excitement as she had always wanted to have a daughter not that it mattered though.

Alexia kissed you softly, “Hola, Mi amor.” Her hands found their usual place on your hips before she quickly bent over to kiss your stomach, “Hola, pequeña. (Hi, little one).” You can’t help but melt at your wife’s new habit of talking to your baby.

You gently comb through her messy blonde hair as she stands to give you another kiss before grabbing your hand and leading you into the building.

“Did you get it, hermosa?” Your wife asks as you walk through the hall, you hold the plastic bag up to show her as she eagerly grabs it wanting to get a look at your newest purchase.

“Is it okay?” You ask as she nods her head swallowing the lump in her throat as she tries to keep it together before you tell the team.

“Es perfecta. (It’s perfect)” She whispers as you pull her into a tight hug, arms locking around her shoulders as you kiss her neck sweetly letting her compose herself.

“Estas lista? (Are you ready?)” Alexia nods her head a smile gracing her perfect features as her arm wraps protectively around your waist. You hear the girls before you see them, their constant energy always baffles you especially in your recent state.

Jana is the first to spot the two of you as she nearly falls off the bench she was standing on, no doubt creating some sort of trouble with her other half.

“(Y/N/N)! You are here!” Her abrupt shout of your name causes the team to look your way, each one of them delighted to see you. Before Jana can pounce on you like she normally does Alexia intercepts and picks up the younger girl showering her in kisses which was strange from the normally serious Captain.

Jana didn’t complain though, she loved the attention Alexia would give her. That didn’t stop Pina from nearly ploughing into you as you just about stopped you from bowling you over.

You gave her a timid hug not wanting to bring her closer in case she felt the bump, she noticed your lack of affection and pouted, “¿Donde has estado, reina? (Where have you been, queen?)” You shyly smile at the girl that you considered a daughter, “It’s a long story, bebita.” You affectionately cup her face giving her cheek a quick kiss.

After wrestling Alexia, Jana managed to finally get out of her strong hold, “I’ve missed you,” She whispers as she buries her face into your neck, you wrap your arms around the younger girl, “I’ve missed you too, so much!” You kiss her temple before giving her one last squeeze.

You greet the rest of the team that you considered family, Ingrid and Patri pull you in for a well needed hug after not seeing you for a while and your two favourite English women Lucy and Kiera catch you up on what you’ve been missing. Mapi kisses your cheek sweetly trying to fill you in all the chaos she’s caused since you last saw her.

After all the commotion dies down, Alexia moves back over towards you wrapping her arm around your waist protectively before getting everyone’s attention.

“Chicas! We have an announcement.” You lean against your wife as all the girls focus on the two of you, “We have a brand new singing!” All the girls looked around in confusion as the transfer window had shut months ago. You chuckled at Alexia’s teasing before pulling out the small jersey.

On the back of the jersey it had ‘La Princesa, 2023.’ You catch Ingrid’s eye as you hold your stomach making the bump more noticeable. The girls burst into celebrations, Mapi flings herself at her best friend taking her down as they land in a heap of limbs on the floor. All the girls quickly pile on your wife as you can’t help but let out a tearful laugh.

Kiera comes over to you first pulling you into a tight hug whispering her congratulations as you thank her. You try to wipe the tears but as more and more of the girls pull you close you can’t help but feel elated.

Mapi is absolutely ecstatic as she bounces around the room, “Can I name it!” You hear her say before your wife sternly corrects her, “She’s not an it, Idiota!”

Ingrid leans down to kisses your forehead in congratulations, “I have a feeling this baby is gonna have a lot of adoring aunts!” You smile at the taller girl looking around the room.

Your eyes drift to your wife as she cuddles the two younger girls close, smiles light up both their faces as they cling to their mentor. You slowly make your way over not wanting to burst their little bubble but as you wife’s eyes land on you she beckons you over.

You join the group hug wrapping your arms around Jana and Claudia, “Vas a ser madres! (You are gonna be mothers.)” You hear Jana sniffle softly as she pulls the three of you closer. “We already are, with you two.” Alexia tells them, you smile fondly at the little family you already have, the excitement rushes back at the thought of adding another one to the group.

“It would be so fun if you named the baby after me!” Mapi tries again, much to her girlfriend's embarrassment, “No it wouldn’t.” Alexia deadpans leaving the girls in hysterics.

…

The third trimester came around, you were just 8 months and Alexia had been an absolute godsend. She waited on you hand and foot, constantly making sure you and her child were okay and reminding you that you were still the most beautiful girl she’s ever seen.

When your feet were sore and swollen, Alexia didn’t hesitate to rub them for you. She had kept up with your crazy food cravings and even endured them herself to make you feel less alone.

Your hormones had been up and down, you were either the happiest you’ve ever been or the grumpiest. Alexia had brought home the wrong brand of cereal and you nearly took her head off banishing her to the couch for the night until you got cold and forced her to come and cuddle you.

She had never complained once, always patient with you and you couldn’t be more grateful. You knew you could be a pain in the ass especially as you were coming towards the end of the pregnancy and all you wanted was the baby out of you.

After feeling the fifth kick to your ribs, you huff grumpily begging for your daughter to just settle down for a few hours. You had blamed Alexia for the constant kicking, complaining that because your wife played football that meant your daughter had obviously inherited it.

“Your child is kicking me, again!” You sigh as you glare at your innocent wife. She chuckles softly pulling you closer to her as you shift on her lap uncomfortably, “Oh, so now it’s my child.” You try to hide the small smile her comment brings, not wanting her to know that she succeeded in cheering you up.

Suddenly in a better mood you lean your body weight on your wife wanting her affection, Alexia happily meets the standard kissing your face. Little footsteps sound out through the flat and a fluffy face peers up at the two of you.

“Nala!” You shout in glee encouraging the dog to jump up and join the cuddle session. Once you have a comfortable grip on her she’s fast to fall asleep. “I hope the bebita like the dog, because the dog was here first.” You playfully roll your eyes at Alexia’s comment before turning your head to kiss her.

A few weeks go by, your cravings get weirder and your bump gets even bigger which you can not fathom. Alexia’s protectiveness reaches an all time high and she barely leaves you alone for two seconds not that you mind.

Each night before you go to bed Alexia has to have her one on one time with her little girl. Which is difficult considering her little girl is literally inside you but she insists that the baby need to hear her voice to recognise her.

She puts you on a firm speaking ban for ten minutes every single night as you listen to her talk about her day, she lies in between your legs and holds your stomach carefully as she whispers to your daughter as if they were sharing secrets.

One night she catches you by surprise as she starts softly singing to your belly, you can’t help but run your hands gently through her hair as she presses kiss after kiss to the bump. After her ten minutes pass and you can finally speak she leaves one last lingering kiss promising your baby girl that she will continue tomorrow.

You can’t contain the adoration for your wife as she gently pulls your sleeping shirt down, she quickly moves back up to get under the covers and face you. You cup her face bringing her in for a deep kiss, trying to convey all the love you have for the mother of your child.

She wastes no time with wrapping her arms around your body and bringing you closer to her, hands settling protectively on your belly.

“Te amo mucho, Mi amor. Thank you for giving me her.” She said it with such love and all you could do was kiss her again, wanting her to know that she’s the reason you're able to do this.

You never understood when people would say that having a baby makes you a family. You and Alexia had always been a family and now you were ready to grow that family day by day.

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so american II Felicitas Rauch x Reader

masterlist I word count: 1912

a/n: hi, we hope you enjoy reading this oneshot, your feedback is always appreciated. <3

New starts could be hard. You knew that.

And you imagined they were even harder when you moved to a whole different continent.

But why the hell did your coach pick you out of all the players on the team to show the new player around?

It was not like you didn’t have anything to do in your free time. And you didn’t even know this woman.

She was german, played for their national team and she was a defender. That was all you could recall about her as you impatiently waited in front of the training grounds for her.

You checked the time on your phone. She was already late. What was that again about germans always being punctual?

But then she appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Her dark hair was tied back into a messy bun and she flashed you an apologetic smile.

You bit your lip. Maybe this wasn’t the worst way to spend your afternoon.

“Hello, Felicitas. Welcome to the Courage. I’ll show you around.“, you smiled brightly at her.

“Hi, y/n. Thank you. You can call me Feli by the way.“, she said. Her excitement was almost tangible.

You nodded once: “Alright, Feli. Let’s start with the training grounds.“

“Yes, please.“

You opened the gate to let you two in. Everything was quiet and empty, very different from the normal chaos of your training sessions.

You turned to Feli: “Follow me.“

“Right behind you.“, she grinned. That was, in fact, a lie. She walked right beside you, you could feel her eyes lingering on your side profile.

You suppressed a smile. She was not being subtle at all.

With every bit of professionalism, you continued your tour. You opened the door to a building and let your new teammate peek inside.

“Those are the changing rooms and over there are our physios.“, you explained, pointing towards a door down the hallway.

Feli nodded, taking in her new work place.

“Let’s look at the training pitches.“, you suggested and walked her back outside to the bright green grass.

A thought popped into your head all of a sudden and you stopped in your tracks: “Hey, Feli?“

The German defender looked at you with big eyes, a blush rising into her cheeks: “Uhm, yeah?“

“You’ve already seen your apartment, right?“, you asked her, slightly unsure about how much you were actually supposed to show her.

Feli visibly relaxed: “I did.“ With curious interest, she followed up with: “Are we neighbours? If so, I’d really appreciate any coffeeshop recommendations nearby.“

You laughed, a little surprised by her question: “Yes, I live close by. I can show you where you can get the best coffee.“

“Thanks. I can’t wait for the coffee date.”, she grinned excitedly.

“Coffee date?”, you lifted an eyebrow amused.

“I meant meeting for coffee, might got lost in translation.”, Feli cleared her throat nervously.

“Sounded a bit different, but okay.”, you shrugged smiling.

“Not my fault that you interpreted it that way.”, the German defended herself as she opened her bun only to redo it.

For a moment you had to shake yourself, Feli was right, maybe you misread her glances at you, and the defender looked at everyone that way. But a little part inside you doubted this.

“Right, so these are the pitches we get to work on, that’s the end of our little tour. Do you have any questions left?”, you asked her politely.

“Yes, when will we meet for a cup of coffee?”, she questioned beaming.

“I meant a real question, Feli.”, you rolled your eyes at her playfully.

“It’s a real question and I want a real question.”, Feli demanded with a charming smile on the lips.

“I’ll walk you home and we can get coffee on the way, Deal.”, you offered sighing. This woman took more time than you expected, you didn’t know if this was a good or a bad thing yet. A hot drink sounded great now. The winter sun shone down on the two of you, but you couldn’t wait until it was warmer again.

“Deal.”, she nodded happily.

“Okay, let’s go.”

“This is my favourite coffee shop.”, you declared later when you reached it.

Immediately the scent of fresh coffee beans and delicious sweets hit Felis nose who closed her eyes for a second.

“It’s really nice and it smells so good in here.”, the defender confirmed.

“You should try the cinnamon buns they’re very delicious. The owner’s wife is Swedish, and she bakes the best in town.”, you recommended.

“I think I’ll give them a try. You want to share one?”, Feli wanted to know.

“Yes, why not?” You waited until she took her first bite of the baked good before adding curiously. “And what do you think?"

“They’re really good.”, the German admitted.

“I told you so. I hope you’ll enjoy your time with us.”, you replied delighted.

“With those cinnamon buns and this coffee, I’ll.”, the brunette winked. Leaving a club she had stayed at so long and a league the player was so familiar with was a big change for her. Sitting next to you in that cozy coffeeshop assured Feli that the brave move was the right decision. You made her feel at home away from home.

“You’ll fit in great with the team, we’re all a bit addicted to coffee and occasionally sweet treats.”, you observed.

“Those are my kind of people.”, she answered cheerfully while you both finished drinking your coffees.

“You must be exhausted from your first day. I’ll get you to your front door.”, you decided.

Feli reluctantly agreed but still let you walk her home.

You hugged her goodbye in front of her door: “See you, Feli.“

But as you pulled away and turned around to leave, her hand closed around your wrist.

You looked back at her in surprise.

“Thank you, y/n.“, she said politely. There was something else in her voice, something earnest that you didn’t know how to interpret.

So you just smiled back at her: “You’re welcome.“

“Really.“, she emphasized.

“It was a pleasure.“

Feli opened her mouth like she wanted to say something but quickly thought better of it.

You waited for a moment in hopes that she would finally say what she wanted to say.

“What if I… want a date without the coffee? Or with coffee, if you’d want that…“, she stammered eventually.

Your face dropped. She was asking you out. “Seriously?“

The defender nodded: “Yes.“

“You just know me for a day.“, you pointed out.

“I know when I like someone. And I only asked for a date…“

You were still a bit confused about this situation but also very flattered. You had to appreciate her willingness to take a risk. And she was definitely your type.

“Yes, I’d like to go on a date with you, Feli.“

Her whole face lit up once the words were out: “You do?“

“I do.“, you confirmed with a laugh.

This would later prove to be one of the best decisions you ever made. Your first date turned to a second date and then into a third. You began seeing each other so often that you didn’t know where the dating ended and your relationship began.

And you had to admit, that it improved your playing when Feli was on the field with you. You even made it on the USWNT roster for the Olympics which meant you would be playing against your girlfriend in the group stage.

It was the game you were most excited for. When you finally arrived at the stadium and went out on the grass for the pitch inspection, you spotted Feli waving at you.

You walked over to give her a quick hug before rejoining with your teammates, not sure if your new coach would appreciate you spending too much time before the game with the German players.

You watched from the other side of the pitch as Ann-Katrin Berger, a goalie you knew from the NWSL, approached Feli.

“So are y/n and you…?“, she started, waiting for Feli to finish.

“A couple. Yes, why?“, Feli replied with a grin.

The goalkeeper shrugged nonchalantly: “Just asking.“

“How did you know?“

“I just know those things.“

Feli raised her eyebrows: “It’s your gaydar, huh?“

“It’s better than the regular gaydar.“, her German teammate smirked.

“Sure, Ann.“, Feli rolled her eyes before she motioned for you to come join her. “Y/n, come here.“

“Hi Ann, Feli was so excited to see you again.”, you greeted the goalkeeper warmly.

“She was? She’s such a baby.”, the older woman commented smirking.

“I’m not.”, Feli protested quickly.

“Yeah, more like Cinni is her baby.”, you corrected Ann.

“Cinni?”, she looked surprised between your girlfriend and you.

“She means my dog cinnamon.”, the defender explained blushing.

“I know what she means. I’m surprised you let her call your dog Cinni.”, Ann remarked.

“She’s allowed to say that because Cinnamon fell hard for her at first sight.”, Feli responded.

“Just like Feli herself.”, you teased her lovingly.

“I can tell.”, the goalkeeper grinned at you both.

“Y/n, we got to go back inside.”, Emily called for you.

“Coming!” With an apologetic smile you turned your head back to the two Germans. “Sorry, I’ve to leave.”

You could feel Felis eyes on you as you walked to your American teammate who was already waiting.

“Stop staring, we need to go too.”, Ann reminded the defender laughing.

“Exactly, stop being cute we’ve to play against her team.”, Sara interjected while giving her friend a side hug as they walked to their changing room.

“I know that.”, Feli playfully pushed the Frankfurt defender away.

“Let’s beat them.”, the short haired woman chirmed.

They lost 4:1 against your team.

“Y/n, don’t take too long.”, Emily requested once she noticed that you were about to console your girlfriend.

“I promise I won’t.”, you reassured her.

“Feli, hi.”, you softly put a hand on the brunette’s shoulder.

“Hi.”, she looked up with a sad smile on her face.

“Do you still want to swap jerseys?”, you asked the defender cautiously.

“You think I’m mad at you because you beat us? It’s only the group stage.”, Feli answered, the sadness was gone.

“Ah, there’s your smile again.”, you observed happily.  

“Now give me your jersey.”, the football player demanded grinning.

“She’ll sleep in that tonight.”, Sara intervened chuckling.

“Ew, gross.”, you wrinkled your nose.

“Sara.”, your girlfriend clicked her tongue.

“Y/n.”, Emily shouted in the background.

“I’m on my way.”, you told your teammate.

“See you soon, Feli.” When she didn’t let you go, you added. “I really got to go, Liebling.”

“Wait you forgot something.”, Feli whispered before kissing you.

“Ew.”, Sara pretended to throw up jokingly in the background, but you both ignored her.

“Shut up, Sara!”, you two replied.

Rude.”, the older defender pouted.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Sara shaking her head in amusement before your girlfriend draw your attention back to her. This kiss tasted sweeter than the win.

Later when you were back in your hotel room which you shared with Emily who was reading her e-book you saw that Feli send you a photo which was taken in the changing room, her hair was slightly messy, and she was wearing your jersey proudly. The message underneath the picture said: Good night, Liebling. Sweet dreams.

And you indeed slept sweet that night with the feeling that you were very much loved.

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🦵 - Buck and Tommy meet at physio after the truck bombing

Tommy isn’t there at his next physio appointment — now only seeing his physiotherapist once every two weeks, unlike Buck who still has to see her every week. The session feels slower than normal; it always does when he’s alone. Bobby promised him that next time he would be able to come with, but today, there’s no one, not even Tommy, to chat with afterwards. 

Dr Mistry seems to sense his subdued mood and has taken to being far more cheerful than he can ever recall.

“Why are you so happy?” he asks, slumping down into his chair after she had given his leg a deep and rather unpleasant massage. 

Dr Mistry turns to him, shooting him a look which he doesn’t care to decipher. “You are quiet. It’s unsettling.”

Buck opens his mouth, closes it, and opens it again, staring at his doctor. “Hey, I don’t talk that much.”

“You haven’t even complained one time.”

And okay, that’s fair, but still. 

“I’m just tired,” Buck tells her. It’s not even a lie. He is tired. He’s always tired. He’s just a little spacey today. He’s been feeling quite defeated lately. Sometimes, it feels like all of his hard work is for nothing. His leg still aches like bitch whenever the weather changes, and he only just managed to complete the full length of the bar unaided last session, far behind where he should have been at this point. He’s trying so hard to get better, to work again, but it doesn’t matter how much effort he puts in, it’s never enough. He’s never enough. 

And when there’s nobody with him to tell his brain to shut up, he gets stuck inside his head, and he doesn’t quite know how to get out of it. 

It’s exhausting. 

So he’s tired. He really, really is. 

It’s just a type of tiredness that he doesn’t think he can recover from. Not until his leg is recovered, at least. 

Dr Mistry looks at him for a moment, her eyes scanning over his face, hyperanalysing his expressions as though she can see right down into his soul, see all of those helpless thoughts running around in his head. “There’s doctors for that,” she says, and Buck doesn’t have to ask what she means. 

“I don’t need therapy,” Buck says back, a little too defensively. He’s probably lying, but he doesn’t want to see anyone. He’s fine. He will be. It just takes time, isn’t that what everyone keeps saying?

“It’s not healthy to keep everything stuck inside. Sometimes it is good to let it all out,” she continues, ignoring his slight outburst. 

“I have people. It’s just— It’s hard when they’re not around.”

She nods in understanding but hands him a card anyway. “Just think about it.”

He takes the card begrudgingly and sticks it in his wallet, where he knows he’s not going to touch it again. He doesn’t need help. He just needs to be able to walk— to work. He’ll be fine after that. 

As soon as he gets home, he takes the card out of his wallet and stares at it. 

And then he texts Tommy. 

Buck: Have you ever seen a therapist?

Tommy: Hi Tommy how are you

I’m great thank you for asking

Buck: Yeah yeah

Answer the question

Tommy: I have

Buck: And? 

My doctor wants me to see one

But I don’t want to

Especially not after last time

I’m not that guy anymore

Tommy: Not what guy?

Buck: Not the guy who sleeps with his therapist

Tommy: I’m not sure if I should ask

Buck: Probably best

So..?

Tommy: Therapy helped me

I wasn’t a great guy before

Buck almost scoffs at his phone. Tommy the guy who drove him home and helped him up multiple flights of stairs, whilst injured, on their first meeting, wasn’t a good guy?

Buck: You? Be honest

Tommy: I wasn’t

Turns out repressing my sexuality and listening to what my father taught me is not a good combination

Hurt a lot of people because of it

But therapy helped

I’m comfortable being myself now

Buck has to pause at that. It’s not like there’s anything wrong with it, he just didn’t really expect it. Maybe that’s not a good thing to say. He’s an ally, actually. The rainbow flag in his bio every June proves that. 

Buck: Wait

You’re gay?

Tommy: I am, yeah. Is that a problem?

Buck: No of course not! Men are hot.

Tommy: Mmhmm  

Buck: So you think I should do it?

Tommy: Do what?

Buck: See a therapist

Tommy: I don’t know, Evan

That’s up to you

But if your doctor suggested it, maybe you should listen

Buck: And I don’t need to sleep with them?

Tommy: You definitely do not.

Even after the conversation, Buck can’t bring himself to dial the number on the card. His stomach rumbles after a while, and Buck looks at his watch, mildly surprised to find it past 3 pm. He drops the card on the coffee table, and hobbles to the kitchen with his cane to make himself some food. 

When he sits back down, his mind is focused on queer history, and he finds himself googling pride and forgetting all about therapy. It wasn’t like he needed it anyway.

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Helmet

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prompt 8. -Loving you was a hazard, so I got my heart a helmet. prompt 11. -Oh I’m down on my hands and knees, begging you please. prompt 13. -I’m feeling so tired, really falling apart.

A/n: this started out as a song blurb, but it became too long. anyways if you want to request there's a prompt list linked in the masterlist :)

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You knew it was risky to date the ‘fuckgirl’ of the team, but as she flashed you that cheesy loving smile, all those worries slipped to the back of your head. She was no longer the hot girl that your teammates told you to stay away from, she was just your Leah.

Your Leah that would kiss you oh so tenderly, your Leah who would look you in the eyes and tell you she loved you, your Leah who had you convinced that she’d changed. Your Leah who wasn’t yours.

When you notice the first signs of your declining relationship, you outright chose to ignore them. To this day you can’t understand why you did what you did, maybe you had inherited the same naivety as your mother, maybe you were just too in love with the blonde. 

Either way, it didn’t matter, not when she wasn’t yours to love.

When Leah started password protecting all her devices like she had done in the earliest stages of your relationship, you should have packed your bags and left. But you didn’t listen to that gut feeling that told you something was up, now you know to always trust your gut.

Then came the secrecy, the one that made you feel so stupid and like you were a stranger in your own relationship. Leah would leave you at random points during the day, claiming that the physio needed her to come in for a ‘quick session’, technically she wasn’t wrong it was just a different type of session than you thought.

After that most of the sweet, intimate moments began to wither away. You no longer got a kiss goodbye nor did you get to do something as simple as hold her hand. And when you finally did get an intimate moment with her, it was like she didn’t mean her actions. She didn’t mean the kiss she would press so feather light to your lips, the kiss that once meant so much. 

Leah was slipping through your fingers, and the worst thing was that there was nothing you could do about it. 

But it was really when she started to come home with gifts after her every outing that the pattern truly emerged. It was eerily similar to how it had been when your father had been having an affair with his secretary. You feel so incredibly stupid when all the puzzle pieces finally fall into place, of course history has to repeat itself. I mean it was just your luck.

No matter how disgusting you feel at the thought of invading Leah’s privacy, it was essential for you to get your proof.

So when Leah decides to take a shower at your place after another ‘session’ with the physio, you take the opportunity to look through her phone.

It only takes you two tries to get it unlocked, the woman having the audacity to have it as your birthday. It takes even less time to find the proof you need, the overly suggestive comments between her and one of the assistant physios telling you everything you needed to know about their less than appropriate activities.

By the time Leah exits the bathroom in one of your fluffy towels, you’ve already screenshotted it and sent it to your phone, the naked photos on her phone so revolting that you have to keep yourself from throwing up all over your expensive rug.

“What are you doing with my phone?” Leah questions carefully, her wet hair splayed over her strong shoulders and dripping onto your floor.

“What in the fuck does it look like I’m doing Leah fucking Williamson?” You shoot back at her, the usually overconfident woman retreating back at your tone.

“It looks like you’re invading my privacy.” You can’t help the scoff that escapes your lips, Leah always finding a way to flip all the blame onto you.

“I can’t believe you, I’m not even sure why I’m surprised. Of course that’s what I get for dating a fuck girl.” The offended look that appears on Leah’s face only makes you chuckle harder, the mask of finding the whole situation funny hiding the hurt you felt at her betrayal.

“Baby, I promise it’s not what it seems like. We’re only friends.” Leah hurries the words out, trying her hardest to make you believe them.

“Oh it’s not what it seems like, IT’S NOT WHAT IT SEEMS LIKE!? ‘I had fun last night, we should do it again sometime;)’ or maybe ‘Be careful, I think Y/n’s on to us.’ that does not sound like something I’d say to a friend.” The firmness in your voice worries center back, never having heard it sound like that.

“Baby please, I didn’t mean it-” 

“You’re pathetic and a FUCKING HAZARD TO LOVE Leah Williamson! I mean, I knew the whole ‘love’ thing would be risky, but god damn it Leah loving you is a hazard and I really should’ve gotten my heart a helmet while I had the chance.” You finish off your rant, moving towards your own door fully intent on leaving her there in your apartment. 

Just as you pass her on the way to your door, Leah grabs hold of your hand tightly, willing you not to go out the door.

The blonde soon found herself on her knees in front of you, your frame towering over her. 

“Baby, I’m down on my hands and knees begging you to not go. I love you so much and that girl was a mistake. I promise, just please give me another chance.” Her desperate voice rings out through the apartment, and the slight chuckle that escapes your mouth is enough for the tears to start streaming down her face.

“Get up. GET UP I SAID! I’m not going to accept any of your pathetic attempts to get me to forgive you. You knew exactly how I felt about cheaters yet you went and cheated on me, congratu-fucking-lations Leah, you lost me the second you started sleeping with that tramp. Now I’m going to give you four days to get your shit out of my apartment or else I’m burning it, you understand?” Leah nods her head frantically, her wet tears landing on your cheeks where you wipe them away.

Continuing on your way to the door, Leah’s choked up voice stops you in your tracks for the last time.

“Where are you going?” Sighing, you respond as quickly as you could, hand on the doorknob.

“I’m staying with a friend, don’t contact me and don’t try to find out who I’m staying with. I have proof of your affair so don’t even try to test me.” And with that, you’re out the door, leaving Leah to pick up the pieces of her heart she herself broke.

The rain soaks through your hoodie and all the way down through to your socks. Just great, of course the weather had to match your mood.

The alkaline water falling from the sky mixes with the tears falling down the vicinity of your face and paints a painstakingly beautiful portrayal of how it feels to love someone even after they’ve wronged you. How it feels to be betrayed the way you were.

Arriving at the house where your favorite lives, you can’t help but feel completely defeated when they open the door, the fight no longer in you at all.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” Beth asks you as she swings the door open, seeing your slumped over form, despair written all over your face.

“She fucking cheated on me” You cry, Beth holding your rain soaked sobbing body in her arms.

As Viv appears around the corner she looks questioningly at Beth, but the woman holding you just gestures to the upstairs area. Viv gets the hint quickly and disappears up the stairs to get you some dry clothing, your current ones plastered to your skin like a second skin.

“I loved her so much and she cheated on me. Why’d she cheat on me Bethy? Am I really that hard to love properly?” The sobbed words feels like a stab in the heart for the older woman, she knew she should’ve told you exactly why Leah was bad news.

“Shhh shhhh, it has nothing to do with you sweetie. Leah’s bad news and she’s truly stupid for doing that to you.” Viv rejoins you, patting your shoulder awkwardly while trying to help Beth console you. It only gets her a glare, and she makes the motion of going to the kitchen to put the kettle on.

“I’m feeling so tired Bethy, she’s really succeeded in making me fall apart this time.” Beth leads you over to the bathroom and hands you the dry clothes to put on, the comforting smell of them leaving you to think about how Leah’s used to be equally as comforting.

Back at your apartment, Leah sits slumped over on the shiny hardwood floor, tears streaming down her face. The realization that she just destroyed the best thing that had ever happened to her came like a punch in the gut.

She’d never loved someone like you before, having been hurt the same way she just hurt you so many times before. Leah can’t help but think back on the beautiful times you had together, the feeling of being so incredibly loved, something she’d never felt from a romantic partner before.

She had gotten scared of her own emotions and she had hurt you in the process, if she could she would go back and stop herself from ever texting that girl back.

Like a wise woman once said, you never know what you’ve got until you’ve lost it.

At the same time, you’re laying with your head in your best friend's lap and your feet in your other one’s. Tears slip down your cheeks and color the older woman’s pant leg a darker version of its earlier shade.

Yeah, the next time your friends warn you about someone, you’re sure as hell going to take their advice.

[reminiscingtonight]

The Talk

Alessia Russo x Williamson!Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: A short one for our Arsenal girls' win

[WOSO Masterlist]

Leah’s not stupid.

Leah may be rash, hard headed, and a little reckless sometimes, but she’s not stupid.

It’s obvious how something has changed with you. You, her sweet baby sister, went from watching trashy TV on the couch with her most nights to not even bothering to stay home after practice anymore, always sneaking back into the house at early hours of the new day when you think she’s still asleep.

Leah likes to think she’s a good sister. Someone you’ll always turn to if you need help or if you have anything you want to share with her. 

But obviously what she likes to think can’t be further from the truth because two months pass and you’re still sneaking around, taking muted phone calls around the corner, never spending more than a few minutes alone with your sister anymore. 

Leah likes to take pride in her observation skills. But honestly she can point to your inability to be subtle that helps her figure the whole thing out. It begins as pink cheeks whenever a certain new striker comes near you. The eyes that linger too long when you are all in the gym together for a quick weight training session only adds on to her suspicions.

Leah has also noticed the way long limbs often trail after you, stumbling into the nearest bin whenever you laugh at a not-so-funny joke made by the girl in question. Alessia’s often found sat near your side whenever the girls have a movie night, or whenever the lot of you go out for a meal together.

Leah considers her suspicions confirmed when you disappear after a night out at the club with the rest of your teammates and Alessia is also conveniently missing as well. 

So, the next day after practice, Leah decides enough is enough. No more sneaking around, no more lying. She was going to take matters into her own hands and put an end to everything. It’s about time she lays the hammer down, even if it comes at the risk of you hating her. 

The opportunity arrives when Alessia is called away to the physios. Leah lingers in the hallway after practice ends, pretending to busy herself as she awaits the striker’s return. When Alessia finally finishes her session, she’s walking down the hallway, head down, entranced in her phone when a hand shoots out, gripping tightly against her forearm and yanking her into a nearby storage closet. 

The shriek she lets out quickly dies when she meets the familiar eyes of her national team captain.

“Leah!” Alessia gasps, trying to pull in a breath of air at the surprise. 

Leah’s eyes narrow at the younger girl, hand only tightening its grip against her arm. “I hope you know what you’re doing, Russo. Because I definitely do, and I have to say, I’m not amused so far.”

“I…” Alessia trails off, trying not to look too rattled. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Watch your next words carefully, Russo. I don’t take well to liars,” Leah warns, voice dangerously low.

Alessia’s mouth clamp shuts. 

You warned her about this. On your first date out, you warned Alessia about how protective Leah could get. 

“I think we should wait to tell Leah. There’s no telling what she’ll do.”

So she agreed, not thinking much about it. 

Until she got the offer to play for Arsenal. And then her access to you was unfiltered and oh-so easy. 

Where the two of you used to be so cautious about not letting anything slip, faced with the ability to see each other whenever you wanted was just too good of an offer to pass up. So gone were the nights you’d entertain Leah’s want for sisterly cuddles. Gone were the days you went out for after practice smoothies, relishing in some quality time with your sister. Now you go out on dates with your girlfriend because you can. You can take her to all the places around London, take all the time you want mindlessly strolling about just because you can.

Though now that Alessia is thinking about it, maybe the two of you should have tried a little harder to hide your relationship. Because faced with a slightly fuming Leah Williamson glaring down at her, Alessia has the sinking suspicion she’s not getting out of here alive.

“You’ve been keeping (Y/N) out until the late night hours every night. I oughta have you benched for the next couple games just for that.”

Alessia’s eyes widen even more in fear. Did Leah actually have the power to have her benched? Alessia has no idea. But she’s not willing to flirt with the idea. 

“I love her, Leah. I really do. She… she makes me feel things that I didn’t think I ever would.”

And once she starts, Alessia can’t stop. 

“I would never hurt her, I hope you know that. I feel so lucky every day that I get to call (Y/N) mine. I thank my lucky stars that she chose me because I think she can do so much better. I wake up every day so in awe of her and I love her so much that sometimes I feel like I can’t even breathe. I love her every single second of every single day, and I’ll continue to love her until we either break up or I die because let’s be real I’ll probably keep loving her even if we ever do break up. Not that I want to break up with her though! I would never break up with her,” Alessia rambles on, not seeing Leah blink as she slowly becomes overwhelmed with the amount that the younger girl is saying.

Leah didn’t really come into this thinking too much. Her goal was to scare the star striker a bit, but the younger girl’s word vomit of appreciation for you, though lovely, is a bit unexpected.

Alessia also seems a bit taken aback herself, face steadily reddening as embarrassment floods her system. 

Alessia doesn’t have much time to think it over though. Suddenly the door beneath her back disappears, light flooding into the room as the two of them go toppling out of the closest. 

Leah swears when she crashes to the ground, Alessia’s bony frame not doing much to cushion her fall. 

When Leah looks up, she finds you staring at the two of them, mouth slightly agape in confusion. 

Alessia pales when she realizes it’s you who opened the door. She scrambles to push Leah off of her, the older girl glaring at her as she lands on the cold hard ground. “It’s not what it looks like.”

Leah, on the other hand, simply rolls her eyes before getting onto her feet. You’re watching with wide eyes as she comes to a brief stop in front of you, pausing long enough to brush the lightest of kisses against your cheek. 

“She passed the sister test. I approve.”

She pinches your cheeks between her fingers as an afterthought, and your look of confusion quickly turns into a scowl as you swat at Leah’s hands. “Leah Cathrine, get your grimy hands off of me.”

“Bring Lessi around for dinner some time, yeah?” With one last loving pat, Leah gets on her way, leaving the two of you to stare after her as she slowly turns the corner.

Alessia nervously rubs at the back of her head when you turn your gaze onto her. 

“What did you tell her, Less?”

“I…” It’s times like these that Alessia can really see the resemblance between you and Leah. Narrow eyes full of suspicion but still filled with love. Alessia hedges her bets that you love her more than you’ll dig for answers. 

“I love you?” The words are paired with an unconvincing smile, Alessia not eager to repeat her word vomit.

[not-magdi]

Massage

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N the wonderful person she is cares for her sore boyfriend.

Warnings: None, just a little spice at the end;)

Words: 1.1k

Pablo's training was longer than usual today since they had a new fitness trainer who wanted to make himself a picture of all the players and what they need to improve their physical strength.

Over the course of the day, Y/N received multiple texts from Pablo complaining about how awful and exhausting training is and if Y/N could fake an emergency so he could leave. To quote him, 'It doesn't matter what, tell them you need help to give your goldfish a bath'. 

Laughing at his text Y/N decides to surprise him at his house, cooking dinner for him and setting the couch up for a movie night. 

Standing in the kitchen and stirring some vegetables in a pan she hears keys jiggling, announcing that Pablo is home. 

Opening the door Pablo limps into the hallway, confused why the light was turned on. Stepping deeper into the house the smell of food confuses him even more. Making a B-line to the kitchen the sight before him makes a smile grow on his face. 

Having her back facing him Pablo limps over to her wrapping his arms around her waist and laying his chin on her shoulder. 

Shreaking Y/N nearly punches Pablo in the face while turning around barely missing his face. Catching her hand Pablo kisses her nose. 

"Slow there Rocky ... I'm already damaged enough," he tells her laughing.

"Jesus Pablo ... don't scare me like that again or I'll punch you with joy, the next time" Y/N exclaims while wrapping her arms around his neck. 

"I'd like to see you try," Pablo tells her with a teasing tone nuzzling his nose into her neck. 

"Yeah yeah I'll do it when you least expect it" Loosening her arms around him again Y/N turns around to grab the two plates with their dinner giving them to Pablo. 

"Could you please take them to the table I'll grab us our drinks and follow you in a moment", Pablo nods making his way to the dining room and setting the plates down. 

A few seconds later Y/N comes out of the kitchen with two full glasses of water.  Sitting down with him she sees Pablo's face twist in pain as he sits down slowly. 

"Are you alright cariño?" she decides to ask him, concern lacing her voice.

"Yeah ... I'm alright. My joints are just hurting again today" Pablo tries to assure Y/N by grabbing her hand. 

Y/N knows that because of his bow legs, his joints tend to get sore quite easily. So after trainings sessions like today, he normally has a physio session afterward to massage the pain out so he can walk normally and without any pain. 

But his physio is currently on vacation and he doesn't trust his substitute so he just accepts the pain and tries to ignore it as much as possible. 

Y/n couldn't let go of her worry for Pablo, especially after hearing him hiss while he tried to stand up to carry their plates back to the kitchen. 

After Pablo insisted to do the dishes he limped back to the living room, pain decorating his expression. 

"Do you want me to massage your legs a bit?" Y/N decides to ask him, not being able to see her boy in pain any longer.  

"Amor you don't have to," Pablo tells her, not wanting to be a burden for her. 

"I know that I don't have to ... I want to" She assures him with a soft tone.

"O-ok then ...  yes please,"  Pablo says shyly, not used to someone caring so much for him. 

"Perfect, lay down on your back amor ... I'll go grab some oil" 

Standing up Y/N goes to grab some oil as Pablo makes himself comfortable on the couch.

Returning Y/N sees him laying flat on the couch like a starfish, smiling to herself she goes around the couch to stand before him. 

"Uhm ... Pablito you will need to loose your pants otherwise it's not going to work", she tells him, smirking down at him. 

"Oh ... uh yeah ... give me a second", blushing Pablo undresses himself clumsily and lays down again, looking everywhere but Y/N's eyes.

"You don't have to go shy on me now ... nothing I haven't seen yet Pablito." She teases him, laughing as his face got even more red. 

"Would you stop teasing your poor and damaged boyfriend ... I'm already suffering enough," Pablo exclaims pouting. 

"Awww my poor baby" Y/N coos kissing his nose before applying some oil to her hands. 

Warming the oil up in her hands she starts to gently massage his joints gradually adding pressure as she hears Pablo sigh in pleasure. 

Coming to a very sore spot Pablo hisses in pain as she massages over it, starting to add pressure he groans in pain. 

"I know cariño ... a few seconds and I'm done here." Y/N coos seeing his face twist in pain as she presses her thumb on a certain spot. 

Slowly feeling the pressure and pain release he sighs in relief, relaxing his tense muscles again. 

Y/N continuous to massage his legs for the next two hours,  carefully massaging every bit that was hurting, devoting extra time to his joints. Trying to ease the tension in his legs as much as she can. 

"So ... amor I'm done how are you feeling?" standing up to wash her hands Y/N asks Pablo who is laying looking up at her with the most relaxed expression she has ever seen. 

"Bebé please be my personal physio after you finish school ... whatever you did with me it worked. I feel nothing anymore, nothing!"  Pablo wiggles his legs around, happy about being pain-free again.  

Laughing Y/N sits beside him cuddling herself into him after he dragged her down to him again. 

"I'm happy I could help ... couldn't stand seeing you in so much pain," Y/N tells him hiding her face in his neck as she pulls her on top of him. 

"Thank you Amor... you have no idea how much I appreciate that. Can I do anything in return?" Pablo asks wanting to do something for her too. 

Smirking Y/N looks up from his neck, already having something in her mind. 

"Yeah, I have an idea ... luckily you won't need your pants for that" Rolling on top of him she kisses him passionately. 

"Mhm ... I like your idea," Pablo tells her breathlessly, flipping them around so he's on top. 

Placing his hands under her sweatshirt he continues to make out with her, removing their clothes and throwing them all around the living room, making a mess no one cares about right now. 

[sunsetkerr]

ON MY TABLE | s.kerr

summary: you're the new physio for chelsea and a certain striker seems to be needing more sessions that usual [1.9k words]

pairing: physio!reader x sam kerr

notes: physio!reader I love you so much xxxx

“MILLIE, YOU ACTUALLY HAVE to do your exercises for your knee to feel better, you know that right?”

“oh, you’re so funny. you know that?”

millie gave you a little shove before opening the door to your office, swinging the door.

“i’ll report you to HR if you don’t watch it, bright” you used your pen to point over at millie before jotting down some minor notes about your session.

“oh, ha ha” she chuckled, “see you, y/n.”

you chuckled, signing off today’s papers and getting ready to file them. you had no more players booked in for the day and were ready to file your reports and head home. it was getting hot in london, the air conditioning in your office was the only thing keeping you sane.

“hey doc,” 

well.. not the only thing.

“sammy k,” you smiled looking up at her. she was leaning against the doorframe in her training shorts, her drink bottle in your hand. “to what do i owe the pleasure-“ you stood up from your desk, grabbing her file which was on top of your pile- “for the.. fifth time this week?” you asked her. “it’s only wednesday, sam”.

she looked down at the carpet with a shy laugh before walking into your office and taking a seat up on your massage table. “it’s just my calf,” she winced a little bit reaching for it, “it’s still really tender, i was just wondering if you could have a quick look at it again before you head off.”

you would’ve bought it if she hadn’t said the same thing twice already that week. sam was becoming a part of the furniture in your office, always dropping in before or after practice. on game days, she had you give her a rub down on her thighs and calves before kick-off. she swore that you were her lucky charm, having kicked a goal in every game that you worked on her for. 

“okay, sam” you took a deep breath, crouching down so you could feel her muscle, “let’s have a look”.

she couldn’t help herself but watch you as you worked. ever since you had joined the team at chelsea last month, sam was enamoured by you. the way you carried yourself was so attractive to her in a way that she can’t describe. a few of the girls had caught wind of her frequent physio trips, a few worried for her, a few teasing her instead. her small crush didn’t go unnoticed by her close friends. guro constantly blowing up their groupchat with small digs at sam. 

“it’s not feeling too tight which is a good thing,” sam watched the way that your eyebrows furrowed together as you felt her calf, “is it better or worse than the last time i saw you?”

“about the same,” she shrugged, lying to you. “i just wanted to see if it was anything to worry about,” another lie. her calf was fine, it hadn’t played up for the last few weeks, she was actually on a really good run with it. she was chalking it up to you working with her. 

“it’s not too concerning,” you looked up at her for a few seconds before standing back up, “we’ll keep an eye on it though if it keeps giving you grief.”

“okay,” she nodded, “thanks, y/n”

“you’re very welcome,” you smiled, “is there anything else i can help you with while i’m here?”

“uh,” she rolled her lips, blowing out a deep breath, “maybe we could book in a session tomorrow? or in the next few days before the game?” she tilted her head. you never expected sam to be a shy person, you saw her with her teammates, always loud and boisterous. but in here, she always seemed nervous to speak or to say the wrong things. “just wanna cover everything before the game,” she gave you a tight lipped smile.

chelsea was playing arsenal on saturday, you knew the entire team was nervous for this game. maybe this was why sam had been in your office so often.

“course,” you nodded. “let me put it in my calendar,” you sat back down at your desk and grabbed your calander, pencilling in ‘sammy k’ just after jessie. “i’m free after prac, just have a session with jessie beforehand,” you looked back up at her. 

“yeah, yeah. whenever works for you works for me,” she smiled, you noticed her few front crooked teeth as they peaked out of her smile. you rested your head in your hands, realising only now how tired you were.

“so i’ll see you tomorrow,” you smiled at sam as best you could.

“yeah.. yeah, tomorrow”

you saw sam four more times that week, once on thursday for your session and three times on friday. to her credit, you only ran into her in the parking lot on friday morning. so she thought she was showing some level of restraint, publicly at least- she wouldn’t tell anyone that she was waiting for you to pull into the car park so she could chat with you for a few minutes. 

the striker had started to win you over. she was getting more comfortable in your sessions and you were finally starting to see the side of sam you saw when she was with others. it was a nice thing to see, you admired it. you started looking forwards to her dropping by or messaging you calf updates, selfies of her doing her exercises at home- claiming she’s your best client… which she was quickly approaching the title of. 

it was halftime during the arsenal game, 0-0 so far. you headed towards the changerooms, bringing some more pre-wrap done for the girls who wanted it, and so you could check on lauren’s shoulder. you burst through the doors, not watching where you were going or what you were walking in on. 

when you looked up you saw sam changing her sports bra, fabric over her head, her boobs on full display. 

“oh my god!” you quickly turned away, shielding your eyes to give her some privacy, “i am so so sorry,” you apologised. sam quickly pulled her bra down, apologising as she pulled you into a hug. 

millie laughed from her locker, “she changes her bra every halftime, y/n. this is nothing new, you’ve finally lost your v-card of seeing sams tits.” other girls in the changeroom laughed along as you were still stood shocked. 

“sorry, y/n” sam shot you apologetic glance. your heart began to beat faster, her holding you close to her chest not helping your palpatations. you took a step back and left sam’s embrace.

“your changeroom, not mine” you nervously chuckled, “you don’t need to apologise to me”. you quickly handed off the prewrap you brought to sam, before turning around to leave.

“uh, y/n-“ lauren called for you.

“yep!” you turned back around, “sorry.” ignoring your awkward moment with sam and heading over to check lauren. 

you avoided eye-contact with sam for the rest of the time in the change room, leaving as quickly as you came. the girls lost unfortunately, a goal from caitlin foord in the final minutes putting the game to rest. 

as the chelsea girls finished up their post-game chat in the changerooms, you picked up your stuff that had been scattered around by the players- ready to bring it back to your office for recovery tomorrow. the players headed to the showers, one by one, sam being the last one left. it was just you and her.

she could tell that you weren’t going to speak to her, too embarrassed of what happened earlier. it didn’t faze sam, she changed her sports bra every halftime, right after brushing her hair out. half of the chelsea staff had seen her topless, but it was different now that it was you- she knew this wasn’t something you could brush off instantly. 

she was going to have to make you talk to her. sam took a deep breath before pushing herself up off her bench.

“agh!” she winced, clutching at her calf. your head shot her way and you were soon crouched down in front of her. “shit,” sam hissed.

“you okay? you pull it?” you grabbed her calf and took the pressure off of her, holding it close to you. 

“fuck,” sam sighed, a pained expression on her face, “i don’t know, i just tried to get up and it twinged.”

you suddenly felt bad for thinking sam had been putting in on all week. the possibility of her putting it on just to see you sounded too good to be true, and by the looks of things- it was. you helped sam onto her feet and walked her into your office, her arm around your neck to support herself. 

you grabbed out some off your oil and told sam to lay on her tummy. you couldn’t feel any major pull in the muscle as you rubbed it down. you tried to stay somewhat gentle for sam, but she didn’t seem to be reacting to your touch anymore. almost as if she had miraculously recovered.

“i can’t feel anything too strained,” you walked to the front of your table, so you meet her gaze. “how is it feeling?” you asked.

sam pushed herself up and sat properly to look at you, “doesn’t hurt anymore, you must’ve fixed me” she chuckled. you paused for a second before sighing at sam.

“you’re a world class actor, you know that right?”

she broken out into a laugh, “i should’ve got an oscar for that”.

“you had me,” you shook your head with a deep breath, leaning against your desk. “you’re something else, sam.”

“in a good way?” she asked hesitantly.

“some days,” you nodded.

sam wavered before speaking, “i’m sorry ive been taking up so much of your time, y/n.”

you looked up to her from your crossed arms and met her brown eyes. “so, your calf isn’t sore?” you asked her, eyebrows raised.

she slowly shook her head, “guilty”.

sam was surprised when you sighed out in relief. “okay good, because i have been trying to think of ways to tell emma that her star striker couldn’t go a day without visiting my office,” you chuckled, “not a conversation i want to have with her.” 

“you’re not mad?” sam asked.

“no, sam” you shook your head. “i don’t mind having you in here,” you admitted, “i quite enjoy your company actually.” sam couldn’t help but take notice of the flirty smirk that had made its way onto your lips.

she hopped down from your table and took a step closer to you. “oh yeah?” she raised her eyebrows, a cocky grin making its presence known.

“yeah,” you shrugged, “you’re alright.. i mean you’re no erin cuthburt, but..” you smirked.

“oh wow,” sam nodded at you. the space between you both was beginning to close, weeks of unspoken tension finally coming to boil over. “that was a low blow, even for you” she said.

“even for me?” you asked.

“even for you,” she nodded.

“hmm, you’re gonna be demoted from favourite client sam”

“oh, so i am your favourite?”

“you could be,” you smirked.

“and how could i make that happen?” 

“wouldn’t you like to know,” you leant in, your lips almost ghosting over hers.

“i would love to know,” sam chuckled, finally closing the gap between your lips and hers. as you melted into the kiss, one of her hands found your jaw and the other your hip. she held onto your with all she had, too scared to let the moment slip away from her.

when you finally pulled away from each other, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding onto. “don’t worry..” you chuckled, “you’re not at risk of losing your status”.

“good..” she nodded, both of sam’s hands now holding onto your face, “because i don’t enjoy losing.”

[thewritingofamadwoman]

Stress Relief

The way Roy Kent (and Brett Goldstein) live in my head rent free 24/7.

Pairing: Roy Kent x Fem!Reader (established relationship)

Warnings: Fluff, some making out, and Roy Kent being a cocky little shit

Enjoy!

You wiped your hands clean on a towel and smiled at the young man on the table.

“Okay Sam, you’re all done. Continue to work on those stretches at home and you’ll be in tip top shape for the game next weekend.”

Sam Obisanya smiled back at you, slowly getting up off the table.

“Thank you again, so much. I will do all the exercises you’ve recommended, and I will also look into Pilates classes.”

You gave Sam a quizzical look.

“You don’t have to do that Sam, it’s just a sprained ankle…”

The young man laughed.

“Oh no I know, I just am interested in Pilates. I’ve heard it does wonders for your body, core, and state of mind.”

Sam looked at you so genuinely, that you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. He was absolutely precious. Sam smiled at you again and waved goodbye before exiting the treatment room. Between Sam’s ankle, Dani’s knee and Jamie’s hamstring, you had been working nonstop all week, doing your best to heal them as best you could.

You were jotting down notes in Sam’s folder when you heard a knock on your door.

“Come in!”

Roy Kent walked in, shut the door behind him and let out the deepest sigh/growl you’ve heard in a while. You looked up and put the folder down on your desk, taking a second to admire the grouchy coach. Roy stood there, arms at his sides and shoulders back in his usual stance. His biceps bulging from underneath the short sleeves of his coach jersey, the watch on his right wrist gleaming under the florescent lighting in the treatment room. Your eyes trailed to Roy’s face; his brows drawn together in their usual frown and his lips following suit.

“Well hello to you, too,” you greeted playfully.

Roy raised an eyebrow at you and rolled his eyes warm heartedly.

“Hi,” he exhaled, his deep voice reverberating through you. God you loved his voice.

You waited for him to continue, seeing the thoughts running through his mind. Roy took another breath and let it all out.

“These fucks have got me more stressed out than the “girls nine under nine” ever did. Fucking shits.” Roy points a finger to the door behind him. I swear, if I have to hear Zava go on about his fucking avocado farm one more time, I’m going fucking quit and go back to being a fucking pundit.”

And there it was. You nodded sympathetically and moved off from the desk you were leaning on and waved your hand to the table in front of you, signally Roy to have a seat. The coach followed suit, letting out a huff of air as he did. You stepped on a mechanical lever underneath the table, causing the table to lower so that Roy was at a comfortable height for you. You placed your hands on his shoulders gently before giving them a tight squeeze.

“You’re not going to quit, baby. You just need a second to relax. You haven’t been to Maureen’s house in a few weeks now that I think of it. When was your last yoga session with the ladies?” You pressed down on Roy’s shoulders again, feeling the immense amount of tension he was keeping at the base of his neck.

Roy grunted at the feeling of your hands, slowly leaning into your touch.

“Maureen’s been dealing with her son’s upcoming wedding, and Carol’s neice is going through a divorce so we’ve all been pushing back our next yoga date.”

You smiled at how invested Roy was with his little yoga group. He always managed to melt your heart with the simplest of things.

“Well then, the solution is simple. You need a little bit of stress relief. You’re so tense Roy, all this pent up pressure isn’t going to do you any good. I’m going to take care of it, okay?”

You spoke as gently while beginning to massage Roy’s shoulders. You’ve been told by the team that you give the best massages known to man. And while it was part of your job as the team’s physio, right now you weren’t a PT. You were Roy’s girlfriend, ready to help your man relax. A few moments pass in silence, the only sounds in the room were of Roy’s deep breathing, and occasional moan whenever you came across a particular tender spot.

“Fuuuuuuuck” Roy groaned, relishing in the feel of your hands digging into the knots in his neck and shoulders. “That feels incredible,” he sighed, getting lost in the feel of it all. You smiled to yourself, glad to be able to help him in any way. Thirty minutes go by until you could no longer find any strained muscles under his shirt. You gave Roy’s shoulders one final squeeze, leaning down to give him a small kiss on the back of his head.

“All done. Hope you’re feeling a little less stressed, my love.”

Roy turns his head to face you, his eyes glossy as if he were in a dreamy state of mind.

“That was fucking mind blowing and exactly what I needed. Fuck you’re amazing. Thank you,” he praised, slowly turning his body and swinging his legs over the other edge of the table so that he was facing you. You beamed at his compliment, moving forward as well so that you were standing in-between his legs, the table allowing you to finally be able to stare directly into Roy’s eyes. Those deep, chocolate colored eyes that you’ve been in love with for quite some time.

“You’re welcome, baby.” You reply, leaning forward to give Roy’s a quick yet sweet peck on his lips. You loved the feel of his soft lips, plush and pillowy against your own. How something so soft could voice so many “fucks” in a day, you’ll never understand. But you loved it nonetheless. When you pulled back, you noticed Roy’s brows had softened significantly and there was a look of adoration in his eyes. You were sure it mirrored the look you gave him 95% of the time.

“Once Maureen and Carol get settled, and your yoga routine goes back to normal, your stress levels won’t be as high anymore. But until then, I’m more than happy to help you relieve it. Whether here or at home, you just come to me and I’ve got you. Okay?”

You gave Roy another little peck before you felt his lips twitch up into a smirk. You pulled back to find him looking at you mischievously. The hands that were unconsciously placed on your hips while you kissed began to slowly slide up your sides and back down to your hips.

“Going to help me relieve some stress, hmm? And at work no less? How naughty.”

The look he gave you in that moment set your insides on fire, and Roy took that moment to pull you closer to him, arms locking behind you to keep you in place. You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you wrapped your own arms around his neck, scooting as close as you could, your chest pressed up against his.

“Me? Naughty? I’m an angel,” you teased, drawing a pretend halo above your head.

Roy growled and leaned in, claiming your lips with his. You sighed into his kiss, your nails gently carding through his hair at the back of his head. Roy broke the kiss first but didn’t relent, moving his lips to your neck and planting wet kisses up and down the column of your throat. You felt your knees weaken, like they always did whenever Roy found that deliciously sweet spot right below your ear. You gasped, and Roy smiled onto your skin, kissing his way down slowly once more. His hands began to roam your body as yours found purchase on his shoulders.

“Oh God, fuck,” you whispered and giggled as you shivered when you felt Roy lick and suck at the base of your throat. Roy’s deep chuckle vibrated against you.

“Aww baby, you can just call me Roy,” he mused and rolled your eyes.

“Little shit,” you said breathlessly, pulling back as far as Roy would allow you, his arms still trapping you to him.

“As much as I’d like to continue this, I do have both Bumbercatch and Zorreaux due for an assessment soon. Buuuuut I can absolutely help you with your little stress relief issue at home later, okay?”

Roy smiled at you and nodded, grunting in agreement.

“Just one thing though, darling. You and I both know it’s not a “little” stress relief issue. Shall I remind you of last time, when you struggled to get all of me insi-“ you immediately cut him off, your hand cupping over his mouth, a blush engulfing your cheeks.

“Shuuuush! Shush! You know what I meant for fucks sake. Anyone can hear you, these walls are paper thin, you heathen!” You berrated, a giggle bubbling in your throat. Roy laughed against your hand and kissed your palm while you shook your head at him.

“Glad you’re feeling MUCH better, Coach Kent. Now shoo, send in Bumbercatch if he’s out there and I’ll deal with you later.”

Roy continued to smile at you and when you removed your hand, you got the full effect of his perfect smile. You couldn’t help your own smile as Roy hopped off the table and retreated to the door. You crossed your arms across your chest again as he turned around one final time before winking at you before exiting. You heard him loud and clear as he made his way back to the locker room.

“Oi! Bumbercatch! You’re needed in physio. Move!”

You shook your head and laughed to yourself before you wiped down the table and set up the room. This was going to be a very long afternoon.

[ladymarycrawley]

Wet celebration - Mason Mount

Not requested but I was struck by the inspiration, after a long time, to write sth for our star boy so enjoy 💫

Warning: smutty, very smutty (and I said to myself it shouldn't have been lmao)

Tag list: @prideofpd, @chelsealover, @johnstonesfc, @masterclassbaby, @masonxomount

Mason going back to training after having missed some of the first games of the season together with the England camp was definitely something worthy of being celebrated.

Before he could go back you had in mind to have your intimate party which consisted of a candle lit bubble bath and champagne glasses to have a toast.

Everything had to be ready for when he came back home after his last session at the physio, the one that would have officially sealed his coming back on the pitch.

You were waiting for him kind of impatiently, both to have him all to yourself (romantically speaking) and to hear the good news of him getting the green light to go back doing the thing he loved the most.

He entered your shared house with the biggest grin ever, his trademark, and with his arms wide open.

“Guess who can go back to playing football?”

“Mhh let me guess…” You accepted playing his game, assuming a fake thoughtful expression as you walked towards him, between his arms. "Is that you?"

He nodded gloatingly, securing his grip around your body.

“I can go back playing” He hummed, sounding like a happy boy who just finished his homeworks and can go having fun.

“I knew it, I’m so proud of you” You whispered while cupping his perfect face in your hands. “And you deserve a reward”

Mason lifted his eyebrows in an enquiring look, waiting to have some explanations.

You smiled and took his hand in yours to lead him upstairs, where your romantic surprise was waiting for you.

When you stopped at the entrance of your big bathroom he saw the shadow of candlelights and smiled knowingly, walking in to look at the tub brimming with soap bubbles, the two glasses of champagne and the massaging oil on the ceramic surface waiting for you.

He wiggled his eyebrows and started unzipping his hoodie to throw it mercilessly on the floor.

“We need to hurry before the water cools down” His voice assumed an husky tone, the one he would usually get when lust was making its way inside his body and also the one that would make you wet.

You followed his advice by slowly discarding all the clothes that were covering your body, letting them fall on the floor. The only thing that didn’t leave your body was your powerful eye contact: you couldn’t look away from each other, you were a feast for each other’s eyes.

When you were both naked Mason offered his hand to help you step inside the tub as you thanked him silently with a smile.

You sat there, waiting for him to join you and to adopt your favourite posture which was laying your back against his chest and letting him do everything he had in mind to do to your body.

Before relaxing against his toned chest you stretched out your right arm to grab the two glasses and handed him his.

“What are we drinking to?”

 “To you being back at training and to me being always proud of you”

Mason smirked and raised his glass.

“I’d also like to drink to my gorgeous girlfriend who had this great idea…been missing some good bath tub sex”

“Mase!” You turned crimson as you nonchalantly sipped your wine.

“Oh come on, I know you’re no angel and your aim has always been this, since the beginning that little mind of yours started thinking about all of this”

You rolled your eyes and drank up the liquid in your glass, leaving some at the bottom of it to dip your index finger in and bring it closer to your boyfriend’s lips. He smirked as he didn’t doubt not even for a second about what was your plan for the night and swirled his tongue around your finger before sucking it. You had far better things to do than going on having some good wine, so you skipped to the main course.

A mischievous smirk appeared on your lips to match the one plastered on Mason’s face.

He took in your naked body, soaking your breast with some lazy strokes that gave him the chance to finally touch you. His thumb rubbed your nipple gently, soon adding the tip of his tongue to it.

Some sweet but forbidden cuddles were the things you missed the most during these days of pain and you weren’t the only one needing them so you moved your hand across his abdomen to place it in the tip of his dick coming out of water. The look you gave to it was obviously a luxurious one, you couldn’t wait to taste it.

You started by brushing your thumb pad left and right, adding a light pressure to it.

Mason sat on the step your bath tub had so you could give him his reward more easily.

The sight of his big cock twitching made you even more eager to have it so you moved closer, placing your palms on his inner thighs to let your mouth do the work you both were looking forward to: you spit on his member to make the movement of your lips smoother. Relaxed, cute moans started filling the room as he placed his hand in your tied up hair to spur you on.

“Oh good god..”

His eyes were closed and his head back against the wall: you succeeded in making him relax but you didn’t want him to get too relaxed as you needed something too, for being a good supportive girlfriend. When his precum started touching your lips you stopped, giving him doe eyes.

He opened his eyes and when he saw the way you were looking at him, knelt down in front of him all needy, he lost it: he needed to have you right there and then.

Mason’s brown eyes got covered in lust as he got back in the water and placed his hands on your hips to lift you on the step where he was sitting earlier.

He spread your legs open so he could start devouring your pussy as if his life depended on it. His tongue sucked, his teeth nibbled at your lips and his lips left small kisses all around: it was perfect.

“Oh yes Mase…I missed you” You whined, pushing your hips against his mouth. 

He let out a satisfied moan as he was pleased to give you such a good time. His tongue stopped licking your skin the moment he shifted it inside of you.

"Yes baby yes…fuck me”

The way he ate you out was about to give you your first orgasm but he did the same you did to him: as soon as he felt your juices down his chin he stopped and broke away.

“Mase -”

Mason lifted his weight on his arms to reach your height and whisper a little something to your lips.

“What goes around comes around”

He was too much to take: he was there making fun of you, looking hotter than ever and driving you crazy by being a tease.

Mason sat back in the tub as you straddled him, tangling your arms around his neck and bending your knees so that your feet were resting near his bottom. 

“You’re being a tease, that’s not fair” You cooed in his ear, biting on his earlobe in a playful yet horny.

“You’ve been a tease too and it was a pity I had to stop cause your cum tasted so good…”

A louder desperate groan left your lips, made it even more desperate by the feeling of his fingers dangerously close to your pussy.

The way he was there, looking irresistible, urged you to kiss him feverishly, a messy kiss that left nothing to the imagination.

During your open mothed kiss, Mason pressed his thumb on your clitoris, making you roll your eyes at the back of your head because of the pleasure he was capable of giving you.

Then he wrapped his arms around your waist seconds before entering you.

Your O shaped mouth gave echo to a deep moan, letting him know you were fully ready to feel him inside of you. 

He started rocking his pelvis against yours in a slow but passionate motion. That position was perfect because you could get lost in each other’s eyes while fucking your brains out. Your thrusts were bringing heaven to each one. The hot breath of his panting against your neck and your heavy sighs in his ear made you feel so close, resulting in both of you reaching the climax at the same time. It was a mess but quite a sexy one.

The sex you just had was perfect, so perfect Mason kept his cock inside of you a little more, basking in the pleasurable feeling of laukewarm water as well as the one of your walls still clenched around him.

“Can we do this again after my next game?

“Yeah but in the shower this time…” You groaned, looking at the mess you caused as all the bathroom floor was covered in water. “We made quite a mess”

"Not so fast baby girl" He stopped your attempt of getting out of there, tempting you with the oil massage you put there as he shook the bottle before your eyes "we still have to try this"

[woso-dreamzzz]

Video II

Meadema x Baby!Reader

Summary: Munchkin vs ACLs

The first week with you is perfect.

You're a fairly well-behaved baby. You're smiley and happy and you sleep through most nights. Viv's on overnight duty though, your first week with them, because she's the only one out of the two of them with working knees.

It's absolutely perfect. You settle in well and you fit so well in Viv's arms that it must be fate.

Then...She tears her ACL.

It's like you know something's wrong because you scream and cry for days on end and Beth and Viv barely have the strength to get up to attend to your needs.

Between the two of them, they manage to pull your crib into their room, leaving it at the foot of the bed for easy access. You get less time on the floor on your sensory mat because they can't bend down properly to grab you anymore.

It's like their own personal hell.

You won't settle unless one of them is holding you. You won't settle unless one of them is moving you about.

Beth cries multiple times as she tries to soothe you as you sob until you're red in the face. Viv cries too but when she's in bed and you've just fallen asleep. She sobs into Beth's chest for hours.

It's a struggle but neither she nor Beth can imagine their lives without you in it.

They keep you to themselves for the first few weeks they have you but end up bringing you with them to rehab when they start.

"Oh, look at this cutie," Vic coos as they both hobble in," Look! Look! She's smiling at me!"

"It's gas," Beth laughs.

You're completely passed out in your pram and you smack your lips together a few times in your sleep.

"I'll take her," Lia offers," If you two want to go to the physios."

"We can keep her," Beth insists," It's fine."

"You two can barely walk," Lia reminds them," Let alone push her all the way down to the physios. Let me take her."

Beth is loath to leave you. Viv doesn't want to leave either but she knows that Lia's right.

"You'll bring her back?" Beth asks and Lia shrugs.

"I don't know. This little cutie might end up coming home with me."

"Alright," Beth laughs," That's it. I don't think we're going to let you have her."

"Go!" Lia says," You'll get her back."

Beth is a little guilty as she tries to rush through the first part of the rehab session, desperately trying to hurry everyone along so she can escape to the gym where she knows you and Lia are.

Viv's not ready for the gym just yet so she's stuck in the physios for most of the day.

Beth hobbles her way to the gym as fast as she can go. The scene that greets her is one that she suspected.

Your pram is parked right by the door, completely empty save for the changing bag hanging off a handle. You're nowhere near it, held nice and snug in Lia's arms at the very centre of the group of fawning teammates.

You make happy little snuffling noises as the team coo over you.

"I hope you washed your hands," Beth says in greeting as she heads over.

"Of course!" Katie says with a grin as she tips her pretend hat," Only the best for Viv's baby."

Beth rolls her eyes. "I get that you're the president of Viv's fan club but she's my baby too."

Katie waves a dismissive hand. "Same thing."

"Well, do I get my baby back or not?"

Leah, who has somehow taken custody of you, shakes her head. "Haven't you got stretches to be doing?"

"Haven't you?"

"I'm holding this little munchkin. She's like a little angel, mate. I'm not putting her down."

"You've only got five minutes," Steph complains," Then it's my turn."

"Don't take turns on my baby!"

Leah rolls her eyes. "This is the Arsenal baby. She's all of our baby."

"I don't see you getting up in the middle of the night for a feed."

Leah ignores her, soaking up all her time with you before begrudgingly handing you over to Steph, who takes her turn happily before moving you along the line.

Beth doesn't get you back unless it's for feedings or to change you but even those two things are done with an audience of your aunties cooing over you.

"We need to keep her away from them," Beth says softly that night as she sits in bed with Viv, you tucked up on Viv's chest taking a bottle," We'll never get her back again."

Viv laughs as she mops up some of the milk that's spilt down your chin. "I don't think it's that easy."

It's not because a few weeks later Laura moves in.

She's done her ACL too and it's like pass the baby to the most depressed person in the room. With three working knees between them, it's like playing hot potato with the you and you're very rarely out of somebody's arms.

To be honest, you seem to enjoy this greatly and, when Viv finally puts her metaphorical foot down and sets you up for tummy time, you whine and cry the entire time.

"Don't, Laura," Viv says softly when Laura moves to pick you up again," Not with your knee."

Beth's the one that's been put in charge of you, sitting next to you on your mat with her leg stretched out.

You keep whining and crying and Beth has to turn a blind eye because she knows that you're meant to be having more tummy time than you're actually getting.

It's just easier if someone's holding you now that you currently have more working knees than anyone else in the house. Usually, it's Laura who ends up holding you (not that she complains) but Viv's insisted on tummy time.

You whine a bit pitifully before it peters off when you notice that no one's coming to your rescue.

"It's alright, munchkin," Beth says softly," Just a little bit longer and then you get to nap."

You end up doing that in her arms. It's easier than hobbling through the house to place you back down in your crib. You yawn softly, your mouth making the perfect 'o' as you move around a little bit.

Your eyes flutter shut and you go completely limp and relaxed in her arms.

"The bottles are done," Viv says as she limps over," Ready to be heated up when we need them."

Beth smiles. "Munchkin's asleep too."

"So is Laura."

Beth hadn't even noticed Laura asleep too, curled up on the sofa with an arm grazing the floor.

"We're so good at this. Two knees between us and we've got everything done."

Viv rolls her eyes. "I saw you finish her tummy time early, you know. She needs to do it properly later."

"Oh, come on, Viv! She was crying!"

"You're such a pushover."