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flemingology · 4 months ago

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“i might hate you, but i couldn’t bare the thought of you spending christmas alone” for leah williamson

christmas confessions ─ leah williamson x reader

part of my christmas series. full masterlist here!

in which: your christmas plans are interrupted by the british weather conditions, leading to some unexpected confessions from your arsenal vice-captain

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A snowstorm. Of all things that could go wrong, a snowstorm was the one that seemed to put a hold on your Christmas plans.

Recently having transferred from Lyon to Arsenal, you'd gotten your head down and focussed on your football. Normally, you'd go home every couple weeks just to be back with your family, but with your recent move you wanted to make sure you secured your spot in the starting eleven. You worked relentlessly hard for weeks on end, not allowing yourself a break, and you were proud of yourself. Really, really proud. Your football journey hadn't been the nicest one yet – your academy years littered with injuries and setbacks, you were over the moon to have finally settled in Arsenal's starting eleven. But you were starting to feel the effects of your hard work, and you started feeling like you needed some time away. To be with your friends and family back home.

Finally, though, the winter break arrived. You had wrapped up the final training session of the calendar year a couple days ago, and you were now set to go home. A couple days, just the last week of the year, before you'd go back to England. A short flight, setting to depart at 3pm, arriving at a little before 5. Your parents would pick you up from the airport and you'd go for dinner, have a drink, before all going back to your childhood home and just enjoying each other's company. But that was without taking England's horrendous winter weather into accord.

It had been horrible the whole week. Freezing cold, snow and rain all throughout the week – it had already caused you a bunch of trouble in trying to get to the grounds in time, but you completely forgot that air traffic could also be affected by the weather. So here you were, in Heathrow, staring at the departure screen as flight after flight got cancelled. Not delayed, not moved, cancelled.

Left stranded, you called the first person you always went to when struggling, needing to rant about the situation.

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Alessia was spending her Wednesday afternoon the same way she had done for the past 2 years since making her move to Arsenal; getting coffee and a pastry with Leah. The two blondes had grown closer since Alessia made the move to London, their friendship no longer held back by the distance between Manchester and the British capital.

It was nice, their little routine. Football training that day or not, they'd find themselves in a different coffee shop every week to try out their blends, or in Leah's case, their hot chocolate or tea. They would talk about anything and everything, catching each other up on whatever hadn't been said yet at the Arsenal training grounds.

The pair were happily chatting away over a coffee and a mint tea as Alessia's ringtone went off. The striker checked the caller ID and excused herself to Leah, answering the call. She knew you were meant to be on your flight right now, so for you to be calling there must be something wrong. "Y/n? Aren't you supposed to be-"

"Less, my flight got cancelled! The weather has gotten too bad in the past couple hours and everything's been cancelled. I've asked whether it can be rescheduled, but there's nothing free anymore this week. The next available flight was January 2nd, which is a joke! I don't know what I'm supposed to do right now, my family have been preparing for me to come over for the past couple days and I don't want to disappoint them. I just, I don't know-"

"Hey, hey, y/n, take a breath, it's okay." Alessia tried to calm you down, sensing your nerves through the phone. She shot Leah a look, who was sporting a confused frown. "The situation is out of your hands, love. You can't do anything about it. I know it sucks." Alessia heard you sigh on the other end of the call, probably feeling quite defeated over the whole situation. "I know you've been looking forward to seeing your family. As soon as everything's cleared again, we'll get you on the first plane to Germany. I promise you that. Football be damned."

You chuckled on the other end of the call, and Alessia was glad you managed to muster up a small smile. "Yeah, I guess. Thanks, Less." "Don't mention it. I'm here for you, you know that. Do you need me to come pick you up from the airport?" Alessia knew you packed quite heavily and it was going to be a chore to get all of your stuff into a taxi. "No, that's fine. I think I'm gonna sit down and have a coffee here, calm down a bit, and then call a cab. I'll be fine."

Alessia reluctantly agreed, only after having you promise that you'd call her if you needed her help, or if anything went wrong. She finished up the phone call a couple moments later and put her phone back into her pocket with a deep sigh. "She's gutted."

Leah cocked her eyebrows and let the silence linger a little longer, taking a sip from her hot chocolate. "You don't have to pretend with me, you know?" Alessia added. Confusion shot across the defender's face at her words. "What do you mean by that?" The younger girl chuckled and shook her head slightly. "Leah, I know why you're distant with her. But you don't have to be that way when she's not around, god she's at Heathrow Airport of all places. You can let your guard down."

Leah took a deep breath and set her cup down, visibly struggling with how to proceed with the conversation. "I don't know, Less. I just feel like if I don't talk about it, it'll go away. I know I'm being unreasonable, but I'm just protecting myself. I don't want to go through all that hassle again. Last time I dated someone in the work field, it didn't work out. I don't wanna put myself through that again."

"Who's talking about dating, Leah? I know you like her. I'm not saying you have to voice that, but you could at least be civil with the girl. She's overthinking it like mad. She asks me all the time whether she did something wrong. And she's nervous about it, seen as you're the vice-captain at Arsenal too. She thinks you don't like her and is scared she's gonna lose her spot on the team because of that. All I'm asking of you is a little human decency, to treat her like you treat other people."

Leah looked down and started fidgeting with the rings around her fingers. "Yeah, I don't know, maybe." Alessia put her hand on Leah's causing the defender to look up. "It's okay. Just don't be a dick, okay? It's not because you don't have one that you have to be one."

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When you arrived home a couple hours later that day, suitcases still packed in the corner of the living room, sprawled out over your couch, her caller ID was the last one you'd expected to pop up on your screen.

Leah Williamson.

You sighed deeply and rubbed your hands down your face, not feeling like dealing with whatever your Arsenal teammate wanted to scold you about now. She was probably rewatching a game and felt the need to lecture you about all the things you did wrong, and you weren't in the mood for that. You were her defensive partner after all, and you knew damn well she had high standards, not only for herself but also for others, but it was the winter break after all. Tactics be damned.

You let the call run out, breathing a sigh of relief and settled back into the couch, impatiently waiting for sleep to take over to rid you of your foul mood. Not on Leah's watch, though. No more than a couple seconds had passed before you ringtone sounded through the living room again. Wanting to get it over with so you could get some rest, you decided to pick up.

"What's the deal, Williamson? I'd like to enjoy my break, if I'm allowed? You can lecture me all you want when we're back at the club." You knew you were being curt, maybe slightly unreasonable, but your heightened emotions combined with how the defender had treated you ever since you joined Arsenal made you snap.

"Hey, hey, chill, I'm not calling to lecture you, y/n. God, do you think I'm some fucking loser who does nothing but think about football on their break?"

You didn't like the way this conversation was going, despite only having spoken a couple sentences to one another. You sat up and rubbed a hand down the side of your neck, closing your eyes as you slowly inhaled and exhaled – trying to calm yourself.

"Sorry. My mistake. Why are you calling?"

You heard shuffling on the other end of the phone, the rustling of what sounded like a jacket and shoes being taken off. Of course. Coffee with Less. She probably overheard your conversation with her earlier.

"I was just with Less," she started. Bingo. "and I heard about your cancelled flight. I'm sorry, I know you were looking forward to seeing your family."

You weren't quite used to this sentiment coming from Leah, the England captain having barely said a civil word to you ever since you joined her childhood club. It's not like you didn't speak, it's just that she made it seem like a chore every time she had to string a conversation together with you on the receiving end. Short, blunt, curt, sometimes outright disrespectful. You'd learned to accept that not everybody was always going to like you, but the least you'd expect from people was some basic human decency – something you thought Leah lacked sometimes.

You audibly sighed. "Yeah, it's crap. But I'll be fine. Now that you got that over with, what's the real reason?"

You heard a quiet snicker coming from the other end of the call, struggling to see what was so funny about your conversation. "There's no... other reason, y/n. I just wanted to call and check in. You know, defensive partner and all, just calling to make sure you're not drowning in self-pity."

You could hear the smile that tugged at her lips as she spoke out those final couple words. "Well, thanks, I guess? Thanks for checking in. Have a good rest of your night, Leah." You lowered the phone and were about to end the call, wanting nothing more than to fall back in the cosy bundle of pillows and blankets you'd set up for yourself.

"Oi, wait! I wasn't done!" You grumbled something incoherently under your breath before bringing the phone back to your ear. "I'm listening."

"This is gonna sound really weird, I know, but just let me speak. I was wondering if, if maybe you, you know-" A couple moments of silence followed and you were about to speak up, but Leah interrupted those plans. "If, you know, if you were free to come spend Christmas Eve with me?"

You frowned, taking a moment to gather your thoughts. Leah Williamson, Arsenal teammate, who to your best knowledge absolutely despised you, is inviting you for Christmas Eve? A joke.

"Uhm, I guess, well-" You didn't get much further than that before the blonde's voice interrupted you. "Look, I know how it sounds. You're probably thinking I'm just doing this out of pity and sympathy, you know captain things and all that, but that's not it. I don't have plans, yours have been cancelled, let's spend it together."

If you weren't so caught up in your own thoughts, you would've noticed the slight waver in Leah's voice. She was beyond nervous on the other side of the phone. You'd never said this much to each other in such a short space of time, let alone the contents of what was being discussed. You'd never willingly been in the same room. If not for bonding nights, you'd probably never see Leah outside of the Arsenal training grounds.

You didn't get it, though. You'd spent countless nights wracking your brain as to why Leah would treat you like she did. But you blanked every single time. It gnawed on you. You wanted her to respect you, to acknowledge you, to treat you like she treated others. But she made that seem like the worst thing in the world. Unimaginable, even.

"So?" Leah's voice broke up your train of thoughts and you scrambled together a response without really thinking about what you were saying. "Uhm, sure. I guess. Yeah. Just text me the logistics and I'll be there." You didn't really feel like going, but you also didn't want to give Leah more reason to not speak to you. And in all honesty, you wanted the conversation to be over so you could finally get some sleep.

"Oh! Okay! Yeah, okay, that's great. Thanks. Okay. I'll text you. You text me too, okay? I'll see you then."

Your own goodbyes got interrupted by the tone of the call ending, a confused frown etched on your face at how nervous Leah had suddenly seemed. Not wanting to give it much more thought, you turned off your phone's ringer and threw it on the coffee table, finally drowning yourself in a very well-deserved sleep.

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Tuesday night, December 24th. 5:23pm. Approximately one hour left until you had to be at Leah's. Of all people, Leah's. When you caught Alessia up about the plans the two of you had made, she reacted slightly suspicious. So much so that you thought she had a hand in it, but she quickly reassured you that was not at all the case. Still, she didn't seem surprised. If anything, she thought it was good. An opportunity for the two of you to just start all over again.

You couldn't lie, that sounded good to you too. You wanted to be friends with Leah, but you also wouldn't just forget how she treated you during your first couple months at Arsenal. That's not something you could forgive and forget through a pity invitation to spend Christmas Eve together.

Yet, you found yourself struggling to find something to wear. You wanted to dress nice, but not too nice, because you're just two friends spending the holidays together. Not lovers, not dating, god, probably not even friends. Teammates? Acquaintances, maybe. At best.

You finally settled on a light green dress. It complimented your body just right, accentuating your curves in all the right places but not too tight. You put on some light make-up and finished off your outfit with some accessories. You checked your appearance about twelve times in your full-body mirror in the living room, 'just to be sure', before eventually grabbing your car keys off the kitchen counter and exiting your apartment block. You debated walking to Leah's, it was a 10-minute walk tops, but that felt like putting too much trust in your pencil heels.

3 quick knocks on the door and a couple seconds later, you were met with a version of your defensive counterpart you'd never seen before. She was dressed in a pair of black slack pants, paired with a white button-up shirt. She had left the top two buttons open, offering a perfect view of the delicate golden necklace gracing her tanned skin. Definitely self-tanner, though, because God forbid the United Kingdom gets a sliver of sun anywhere past September – but you spare her the red cheeks by not pointing it out. Her hair was loose, falling graciously on her shoulders, a welcome change from the bun or ponytail she always had it in during training or games.

"Hey," you muttered, once you realized neither of you had said a word since Leah opened her front door. Unbeknownst to you, while you were eyeing her up, Leah also let her eyes glide over your figure, taking in your appearance. She thought you looked good. Really good. Too good for her own good. That good that she'd probably struggle to not mention it every 5 minutes, when conversation obviously dies down for the 30th time that evening. Because what does she talk about for hours with someone she always pretended to dislike?

Turns out, there's a lot to talk about. Uncomfortable silences? You two don't know those. And while it's been good, it's been comfortable and easy, you still felt quite apprehensive about the whole ordeal. And you could tell by Leah's body language that she was feeling similar to you. Conversation had been flowing easily, but it felt like you were just scratching the surface. Like there was something underneath that needed to be addressed, but neither of you felt like digging deep enough to be able to bring it up. If anything, you thought, that's Leah's job. After all, she was the one to invite you to spend Christmas Eve together after she spent months making you feel like she despised you.

And that's what she did. Eventually. After lots of coaxing and promises that you wouldn't be mad and you understood – you were quite mad and you definitely didn't understand – Leah finally mustered up the courage to talk to you about the past months.

She opened up about everything. How she'd been excited when she learned about your move to the club, at first. But when you came to visit the training grounds on your first day, that sentiment completely changed. Leah had always found you quite attractive, but that wasn't something that had to be dealt with seen as you were across the North Sea and not someone she had to deal with in her day-to-day life. So, even though nothing had been explored between the two of you, not even a single conversation strung together, she already started closing herself off.

She told you about how she kicked herself for it day after day, that she realized damn well how bad she was treating you. She knew that you didn't know where it came from, and that hurt her even more. She didn't want to hurt you, didn't want to treat you any less good than she did with the rest of her teammates, but she just couldn't let her guard down around you. Not with the way you looked, the way you carried yourself on and off the pitch, the way you worked so tirelessly to be the best version of yourself day after day after day. She admired you, really. But she didn't allow herself to feel that. To acknowledge that. To acknowledge you.

"I know it sounds stupid. Trust me, I know. You don't know how many nights I've laid awake just thinking about how poorly I was treating you. But I just couldn't bring myself to not do it. Because that would mean I'd eventually snap and just... tell you everything I've just told you."

You slowly nodded, not trusting your voice just yet after having just been quiet for what has been the best part of 20 minutes. You let her come to you, let her talk until she felt like she said it all, because you knew if you interrupted her she'd maybe forget things.

"And, for the record, I don't want anything in return from you. God, no, I just thought you deserved to know. And no, I didn't invite you out of pity tonight. I just saw an opportunity open up when I learned about your cancelled flight and I knew I had to take it. I couldn't let it go any longer and I needed to tell you. So hence, the invitation. I just hope I didn't ruin the rest of our night now, by confessing all of this."

You chuckled, slightly shaking your head before repositioning yourself a little on Leah's couch. You ran a hand through your hair and breathed out a shaky exhale, locking eyes with Leah as you looked back up at her.

"You're ridiculous, Leah. Honestly, I get it, I think, but treating me like that for this reason, is ridiculous. And I know you know it, but that doesn't mean that I can't tell you too, because-" Leah tried to interrupt you, probably to apologize again, but you held up your hand to signal that you weren't done speaking yet.

"Because, you made me feel like shit, Le. You made me feel like I wasn't worthy of that starting spot at Arsenal, despite knowing damn well that I was doing good in our backline. You made me feel like I didn't belong in the squad, like I did something wrong, like I did something to upset you. It was so conflicting, and it stressed me out. Real bad. It's not a nice feeling when your vice-captain doesn't like you. Or, rather, when you feel like your vice-captain doesn't like you. I know now that that wasn't the case, but that doesn't fix your case."

Leah looked down, fidgeting with her ring-clad fingers. You continued. "Look, Leah, it sucked. But now at least I know what was behind it. And I don't wanna keep being mad at you. Because truthfully, I want to be closer to you, closer with you. I wanna be treated like you treat other people, okay? We can explore whatever needs to be explored later, but first I just want us to be civil with each other."

The blonde defender looked up at you, hastily nodding when she realized you were waiting for some kind of response. "Yeah, yeah, god, yeah, that would be nice." She slightly stumbled over her words, trying to form coherent thoughts in a mind that was running at a 100 miles an hour. You scooted a little closer to her, closing a bit of the space that was between the both of you on the couch and slowly moved your hand closer to hers, that was laying dormant in her lap.

You searched her eyes for any uncertainty, concern, and then softly laid your hand on top of hers, giving it a slight squeeze. "Thank you for opening up," you said softly. "It means a lot to me. I know how you are with feelings." Leah twisted her hand and intertwined your fingers. "Thank you for listening. And thank you for giving me another chance. I promise I'll be better. Better for you."

"I know you will."

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postcard-from-the-past · 5 months ago

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Airplane on the Bron Airport near Lyon

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moonlight-alexia · 2 months ago

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Kyra has been off lately, so Steph and the others arange for tiny to surprise her. (When tiny is at lyon, like in your blurb.)

going through my asks and just got a bit of motivation to write this little blurb :)

reunited - kyra cooney-cross x catley!reader

With yours and Kyra's schedules combined with being in two different countries, the last month there had been an inevitable distance between the two of you. Neither of you meant for it to happen, it was just hard to navigate and work out a long distance relationship initially.

You'd gone from playing together, seeing each other all the time, to only being able to facetime when you were both free and half the time it ended up being at night where you or Kyra would fall asleep so quickly.

Kyra understood, but it didn't make any of it easier. Especially when you got injured. It wasn't anything serious or long-term but it was enough to put you out of the team for the next few weeks. But it also meant you'd miss the next international camp.

Kyra saw it happen before you'd even had the chance to tell her yourself. Not being able to be there and to help you made it worse for her. It wasn't your fault you got injured or that Kyra felt this way, she couldn't help it.

Kyra's change in mood was very noticeable. She'd gone from being her goofy, silly and annoying self to quiet and sulking whenever she had the chance.

'Is Kyra okay?' You asked Steph, you decided to call her since Kyra hadn't answered you in a few days.

'Well she's alive and going to training,' Steph trailed off a little, unsure of how to answer. She didn't want to worry her sister but she didn't want to lie to her either.

'But is she okay?' Your voice came through more firmly.

Steph hesitated, you hadn't taken everything when you moved to Lyon most of your room at her place was untouched, staring through the wall like she could see into your room.

She knew Kyra was there, she had been every day this past week. With a sigh your older sister told you everything, you already had a feeling but she confirmed it.

'Long time no see. Lyon's already roughing you up,' Leah nudged your shoulder gently once you'd made your way through the airport. Not easy since you were back on crutches trying your best not to be knocked over by the people rushing around the airport.

'Bet you're happy 'bout this, means arsenal won't lose by as much as now in the first leg,' You joked around, Leah took your backpack from you making it a bit easy to get around.

'You watch it, I'll leave you here,' You knew Leah was all talk and wouldn't actually, but you still played along.

'And then have to face my sister after you abandoned her poor helpless little sister,' Giving Leah a pout and a faux helpless look, one that she just rolled her eyes to and kept on walking.

You had a few days off and got the okay to be able to travel back to England to surprise Kyra. You did get a half hearted message yesterday from her, you were a little bit nervous.

What if Kyra didn't actually want to see you. Steph and Leah both put those worries to rest, reassuring you that your visit would be good for Kyra. Good for the both of you.

'Ellie and Daan said they'd take care of you, now look at you,' Steph gave you a tight hug, you didn't realise how much you'd missed your older sister.

'They are Stephy, can't blame them for this,' You laughed, 'In my room?' Steph nodded her head and you made your way towards your room. It was weird to be back here, felt like no time had passed but it had been months since you called Steph's apartment your home.

'Hey Ky,' You whispered, opening the door to your room. Kyra's eyes widened and she looked up at you. Rubbing her eyes, making sure you were actually in front of her and not just a hallucination.

Her eyes softened when she noticed the crutches and immediately went to you. Kyra’s arms wrapping around you tightly, you struggling to get your arms free of the crutches to hug her back.

You both stayed like that for a while. Enjoying being in each other's embrace, Kyra’s arms that you desperately missed, ‘I missed you,’ You whispered against Kyra’s neck.

‘I missed you too,’ Eventually you both pulled away from each other enough to be able to make your way to your bed. The one Kyra had been living in when she wasn’t at training. One of your hoodies on a pillow, you smiled slightly but didn’t comment on it knowing Kyra would get slightly embarrassed over it.

Kyra laid with her back against the headboard, you were laying between her legs, your head against her chest. Making sure you were keeping your injured leg in a way that wouldn’t hurt it further. Your hand was tangled with Kyra’s, gently rubbing and playing with her fingers.

‘I know it’s hard but you can’t shut me out. Please don’t do that Ky,’ You pressed yourself closer to Kyra, afraid she might disappear from you if you had any distance between you both.

‘I promise I’ll do better,’ Kyra whispered against the top of your head, pressing her lips against your forehead, ‘I’m glad you’re here with me right now,’

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alotofpockets · 7 months ago

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In the moment | Keira Walsh x Reader

Where you celebrate Keira's Champions League win on the pitch with her

A/n: @scribblesofagoonerr thank you for your help with the pictures!!

Woso masterlist | Words: 1.5k

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Football had never been amongst your interests, but that all changed two years ago when Keira moved into the apartment next door to you. You met her on the day she moved in after one of her boxes had broken open and its contents spilled in your shared hallway.

“Hey, dejame ayudarte con eso.” You told her as you pulled your front door close behind you. The box was done for, so you each carried her stuff inside and placed it in the empty living room.

“Thank you so much for your help-” Your new neighbour started, “Y/n, and not a problem at all.” She smiled at you, knowing that she would have someone close by who spoke english. “Keira.” You shook her hand. “It’s nice to meet you Keira, need a hand with the rest of the boxes?”

Your trip to the grocery store was completely forgotten as you got to know Keira. She told you that she just moved from her home country to Barcelona to play football, and that the club was a huge help in helping her find her way around. Still she gladly took your offer to help her out with some local places that were great to get her apartment ready.

The two of you got close quite quickly, and soon you found yourself on the couch watching her matches, and it didn’t take much convincing to get you to come to a match. You met a bunch of her teammates after the game, and even when the two of you hadn’t known it yet, they had immediately seen that the two of you would end up together.

Much to her teammate’s delight the two of you quickly figured out your feelings for each other. You got into a relationship a few months after she had moved in next door. Keira had been in a relationship with a fellow footballer before, and was all too familiar with the way people would invade her personal life, and criticise every small thing about her, and the person she was with. So, from the beginning she had been open about wanting to keep the relationship away from the public.

You talked often about what that meant for you, and were open about your feelings on everything. Eventually you decided on keeping your relationship private, but not secret. Your friends and family all knew about the two of you, and so did a lot of the public, but you decided to not share a lot of your relationship on the internet, and that worked for the both of you.

Keira would post one of her insta dumps and have you in one of the pictures without tagging you, or one of her teammates would show you in the background of a picture that they posted. It didn’t take long for fans to catch on and find your profile, but since you kept your profile private, all it meant was that you’d get a ton of follow requests.

You supported Keira in her matches, whether that was from the comfort of your now shared apartment, or in the stadium stands. While football outside of Barca or the Lionesses still wasn’t your thing, you gladly spend your free time watching your girlfriend play the game that she loved.

Just like those matches, you had watched every single match that led her team to the champions league final. The morning of the Champions League final, you met up with Keira’s parents at the Bilbao airport, them flying in from the UK and you from Barcelona.

You spend the morning exploring the city, and enjoying some food, before you head to the stadium. The closer you get to the stadium, the more football fans you come across. The streets were filled with Barcelona and Olympique Lyon jerseys.

The stadium filled with over fifty thousand fans, all eagerly waiting for kick-off. The crowd was loud when the players entered the field for their warm-ups, a sneak peek into the electric vibes the stadium would be filled with for the rest of the night.

Keira was in the zone, warming up, when Alexia pointed you out in the crowd. You saw her searching until her eyes finally met yours. Her focussed expression changed into a bright smile as she waved to both you and her parents. She noticed you were wearing a Barca jersey. You smiled and turned to show her the back, her name and number on the back.

Seeing you wearing her jersey meant the world to her. Some of her teammates had noticed Keira looking out into the crowd with nothing but love and noticed the sweet moment. Aitana threw her arm around Keira’s shoulder. “Extra motivation, no?” Keira nodded before she continued her warm ups with the team.

By halftime it was clear that both teams really deserved to be in the final, both teams had chance after chance on goal. Still the full forty five minutes went by without any goals. Both teams were playing well. Keira was playing amazing, setting up many of the chances for her teammates.

Then finally the deadlock was broken. Keira and Aitana were passing the ball back and forth and then Aitana ran off with it, walking the ball to the left side of the goal and hitting the back of the net. The crowd erupted in cheer as Barca took the lead. You were off your seat celebrating with the rest of the Barca fans. Keira’s name would go in the books for the assist, and you could not have been more proud of her in that moment.

Of course, breaking the deadlock meant that Lyon started fighting back even harder. The stress of Lyon inching closer and the excitement of Barca almost scoring, made Tracy grab your hand. The back and forth between the teams was truly nerve wracking.

Keira had played a full ninety minutes when she got subbed off for Alexia, as well as Claudia coming on for Mariona. You clapped for them both, they had played an amazing match, and had both been big play makers.

Just four more minutes of added time on the clock. Again Barca moved forward with the ball. The three of you were on your feet as Claudia passed the ball to Ona. Ona got tackled to the ground but got up quickly again as she got the ball back.

Tracy was squeezing your hand tight as Claudia got the ball back from Ona again. Claudia kept moving up with the ball, and sent the perfect assist to Alexia. Alexia hits the ball with her first contact and it flies into the back of the net.

The excitement of a second goal this late in the match had all three of you jumping into each other’s arms. They had done it. There was no way that Lyon was going to come back from a 2-0 deficit in less than two minutes.

Every player and staff member on the bench was celebrating the goal from the sidelines. The moment your eyes met Keira’s, tears sprung into your eyes. Tracy puts her arm around you and pulls you into her side.

Then finally the whistle blew and it was official. Barca won the Champions League. The whole team ran onto the pitch, forming one big huddle of excited champions, as the crowd around them went crazy. You hugged both her parents, all of you so proud of Keira and the team.

You watched with pride as the girls got their medals, and lifted the trophy together. The happiness and pride on their faces, made the scene in front of you at least ten times better.

Everywhere around you players brought their families and partners onto the pitch. When Keira noticed, she rushed towards your section. You had just helped Peter over the railing, when Keira fell into his arms. “You did it, my girl, I am so proud of you.” You heard him say, while you helped Tracy over the railing as well.

She joined her husband and hugged her daughter tight. You watched the three have their moment with a smile on your face. This was exactly what Keira deserved. Not just the win, but the win accompanied by the love of her family.

When she stepped out of the hug with her parents, she turned to you and held out her hand. You didn’t hesitate one moment, and reached for it. She helped you over the railings and once you were, she hugged you tight. “You were incredible. I am so proud of you.” You whispered into her ear as she held onto you.

In the moment, all you cared about was celebrating with your girlfriend, her family, and her teammates. You were proud of her, and no amount of watching eyes was going to stop you from showing that.

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futfemfantasies · 6 months ago

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Semi final surprises \\ Alexia Putellas x Williamson!reader

Tensions are high in the Arsenal dressing room as the do or die game is less than an hour from starting. I tie the last knot in my laces before walking out with the rest of the girls to start warm ups. After a brief warm up with the rest of the starters, I sit down in the cubby next to Leah’s and notice a few notifications from Alexia. Before each game, Alexia always sends multiple voice messages. I play the first one and hear the thick Spanish accent come through the headphones.

Hi my love, I know you have the headphones on. I will send you the voice messages.

You will do so well today. Play your heart out, score some goals and take it in.

I love you and I am so proud of you superstar. I’ll see you in the next few days when you visit.

I smile at Alexia’s English and send a reply. My phone goes back into my bag just as Leah bumps my leg to gesture that it’s time to go.

I quickly change into the game jersey and line up with the rest of the girls. I see the Lyon team on the other side of the hallway and I move behind Caitlin in line. I feel a small hand in mine and see a young girl about 6 or 7 years old smiling up at me. I talk to her for a little bit before we go out to the bustling crowd that is the Emirates.

As we all wait for the formalities to conclude, I notice my mascot shivering slightly. I ask her if she wants my jacket and she nods. I take it off and wrap it around her shoulders. A small thank you was said and hug in return made some fans cheer at the interaction.

A short huddle later and the second semi final of the champions league is underway. With Wolfsburg shockingly beating Barcelona a few days ago, the Spanish team will fail to get their three-peat this year. A whistle pulls you out of your thoughts and your teammates start to get into position.

Lyon wasted no time in attacking, taking most of the possession from the first whistle. The Arsenal attackers, Alessia, Caitlin and I drop back into defence while trying to regain the ball to take up field. The deadlock breaks just before halftime with Lyon scoring the first goal. As the French team celebrated, Kim pulled us all into a huddle to motivate us for the rest of the half.

As I walk back with Alessia, I look back and catch Leah’s eye. I give her a slight nod and returned one as to silently say stay calm and focused. No other chances came Arsenal’s way in the first half so I walk into the locker room with my head down, about to give up. After a pep talk from Jonas and a motivational boost from Kim, the team were ready to face Lyon for another half.

As both teams jogged out, Alexia weaved her way through the crowd to get to her seat. Of course her plane had to be delayed and then no taxis or Ubers were at the arrivals part of the airport. Luckily, you had shown Alexia how to watch your games so she didn’t miss anything on the way over to the stadium. As Alexia got on a flight straight after a day of interviews and photoshoots, she came without any luggage. Excusing herself as she moved past people, Alexia finally reached her seat.

In the 70th minute is when the dynamic shifted in half. I try to sneak past Vanessa Gillies but she slide tackles straight into my ankle. I fall to ground screaming and the medic rushes over. I get a bandage wrapped around my ankle as there’s a decent cut. I put everything back on and the game resumes. I see a Lyon player get organised for the free kick, in a pretty good spot and I give Steph a look and hold up 2 fingers for a tactic.

Steph kicks the ball and I watch as it comes towards me. I quickly look in front of me and see Leah so I jump on her slightly to get a better angle on the ball. The ball flicks into the bottom corner of the net.

Equaliser. 1-1.

I run to the corner flag and turn around to be pulled into a group hug. The roar from the crowd was deafening as we regrouped and focused on the remaining 20 minutes.

As time was counting down, I was getting exhausted but I knew I had to keep going. Leah makes a crucial slide tackle and quickly spots me near the box. She kicks the ball over the Lyon defenders and with pinpoint accuracy, it lands on my foot, making it a perfectly timed volley. The familiar swoosh of the net is all I can hear as I drop to my knees in disbelief. Leah was the first on the floor with me and other teammates soon followed.

“You did it y/n/n”

“Games not over yet Lee”

In a matter of minutes the final whistle blew and Lyon bodies fell to the floor in distraught. Legs are exhausted, minds numb. While around the pitch Arsenal teammates and staff were jumping, screaming and crying all at the same time. Leah and I found each other first, hugging for longer than usual. This was our moment. One we’ve been waiting for since we were at the academy. After shaking hands with Lyon, the team and staff went on a victory lap. Walking with Leah and Steph, waving into the crowd when someone caught my eye.

“No way”

There was the love of my life wearing a red and white scarf and of course a Barça baseball cap. I sprint over to Alexia with a wide smile on my face. Alexia opens her arms and I jump the barricade to get into her arms, the place I call home.

“You came. I thought you had photoshoots and media” I say as my voice is raspy due to yelling in the game.

“Of course. I wouldn’t miss this for the world mi amor”

It has been speculation for a while now that you and Alexia are dating, with both of you posting subtle hints on instagram stories and posts. This moment just confirms all the fans TikTok edits and endless stalking they have done. Without another thought or care in the world, I grab Alexia’s cheeks gently and kiss her gently.

“I love you” I murmured against Alexia’s lips.

Alexia smiled as she replied “Te quiero más”.

I got called over by Katie and Caitlin as the group stopped staring and continued their victory parade around the ground. Alexia nudged me to go and said she’d wait here when I finish.

As I walk around the ground, nothing can beat this feeling. I have my sister and best friend with me in the final and the love of my life is by my side cheering me on. How can it get better than this?

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woso-story · 4 months ago

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Until Next Time - Part One

Alexia Putellas x Reader - Part Two | Part Three | Last Part

The sun dipped low over the Barcelona skyline, painting the city in hues of gold and orange. You sat on the balcony of the apartment you shared with Alexia, staring out at the view that had become your sanctuary over the past three years. It should have felt like home. But now, it was filled with uncertainty.

Three years ago, when you first arrived in Barcelona, everything had fallen into place effortlessly. You and Alexia had hit it off almost immediately. What began as teammates growing closer evolved into late-night talks, shared meals, and a love that grew stronger with every passing day. A year later, moving in together had felt like the natural next step.

But now, as your contract with Barça came to an end and renewal talks faltered, the future seemed less certain. Offers from some of the biggest clubs in Europe had landed on your table—Lyon, Chelsea, Bayern. And then there was Portland Thorns FC, an NWSL powerhouse offering a chance to not only grow as a player but experience the league you'd dreamed of playing in since you were a child.

The idea thrilled you. Portland meant the West Coast, playing alongside your friend Jessie Fleming, and a whole new chapter. But it also meant leaving Barcelona, your team, and—most heartbreakingly—Alexia.

You turned at the sound of her footsteps, her silhouette framed in the doorway. Alexia’s expression was soft, though her eyes betrayed the storm of emotions she was trying to contain.

“Hey,” she said quietly, walking over to sit beside you.

“Hey,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

For a moment, the two of you just sat there, the silence heavy but not uncomfortable. You finally broke it, voicing the thoughts that had been haunting you. “Lex, I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to leave you, but… I’ve always wanted to play in the NWSL. I feel like this is my chance.”

Alexia nodded slowly, her gaze fixed on the horizon. “I know,” she said, her voice steady but tinged with sadness. “And I want you to be happy. To chase your dreams. That’s what love is, right? Supporting each other, even if it hurts.”

Tears welled in your eyes at her words. “But what about us?”

She turned to face you, her hands reaching out to cradle your face. “We’ll always have this,” she said firmly. “These years, this love—it doesn’t just disappear. But sometimes… sometimes timing isn’t on our side.”

The decision was made in the days that followed. Portland was where your heart was pulling you, even if it meant leaving a piece of it behind in Barcelona.

The night before your flight, the apartment was filled with a bittersweet energy. Packing had been an emotional process, filled with laughter as you recounted memories of clumsy mornings, quiet nights, and the joy you had shared. There were tears, too—tears that you both tried to wipe away quickly but often failed to hide.

On the morning of your departure, Alexia drove you to the airport. The drive was quiet, the unspoken weight of the goodbye filling the car.

At the gate, she pulled you into a tight embrace. Neither of you wanted to let go. Her forehead rested against yours as she whispered, “You’re going to be amazing. I know it. And I’ll always be proud of you.”

“And you’ll always be in my heart,” you choked out, tears streaming freely now.

Alexia placed a soft kiss on your forehead, her voice barely audible. “Until next time.”

As you walked away, you glanced back one last time to see her standing there, hands in her pockets, watching you leave.

You both knew that this wasn’t the end—not truly. It was a pause, a chapter that would always remain unfinished but cherished. You held onto that hope as you boarded the plane, your heart heavy but filled with love.

The love you shared wasn’t over. It was just waiting—for the right time, the right place, and the right moment to find its way back.

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mj0702 · 10 months ago

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For this anon... I try to get a follow up with the camp... any favored players? 😊♥️

“Fuck Lucy...” Keira moaned when Lucy lightly bit her neck

“Mhm” the older player murmured against her lovers skin smirking

“Fuck I...” the blonde groaned and scratched Lucys back “... this long distance is killing meeee... JESUS”

“I'll make up for it, Ging... all night long” Lucy mumbled softly as she kissed her way further down on her girlfriends naked body

The first time in six weeks they had the evening to themselves. No games this weekend so Lucy decided to book the next flight from Lyon back to Manchester to spend the weekend with her girlfriend. She surprised Keira with a bouquet of flowers and a cheesy “I love you” - Teddy Bear from the airport smiling happily when the blonde opened the door in her Pjs barefoot her hair a little touloused like she just woke up from a nap on the couch

“Luce?” Keira whispered like she couldn't believe her girlfriend was really standing in front of her

“Hey Love” the brown haired woman smiled softly “... thought I pop around for the weekend – hope you didn't text your affair”

“But you...” the blonde looked at her girlfriend still confused “.. you have a game”

“No... I said I need a break” Lucy smiled “... may I.... come in?”

“Yes of course” Keira said quickly stepping aside “... it's your house... Lucy!” she squealed as Lucy picked her smaller frame up laying Keira over her shoulder

“My house, my rules” the dark haired said smugly as she walked through the hallway towards the living room

“Also my house” the blonde laughed hanging over her girlfriends shoulder “... shoes off”

Lucy quickly flipped her shoes off sending them flying down the hallway before she entered the living room deposing a laughing Keira on the couch

“No welcome home kiss?” Lucy grinned while she already leaned down

“Didn't get any chance now did I?” the blonde whispered as she pulled Lucy down by the hem of her shirt connecting their lips in a soft, loving kiss

“Fuck I really missed you” Lucy murmured against her girlfriends neck hovering above her their clothes scatter around the house “I love you Kei”

“Love you too..” the blonde panted out her hips acting on their own as she tried to get Lucy to finally give her what she so desperately needs “... but for the love of god”

“Getting there Love” the older one murmured kissing her lovers breast “Let me enjoy this”

“Get there faster” Keira whined spreading her a little apart hinting her girlfriend how much she needs that sweet release and touch

“A minute...” Lucy mumbled licking over Keiras hardened nipple

“Scoot over...” you mumbled sleepy already crawling on Keiras bed

“JESUS!!” your sister exclaimed shocked holding down the blanket that's covering Keira and herself “Bubs... what are you...”

“Ssshh Lucy... tired” you mumbled face planting into the pillow next to the two already dead asleep again

“What the....” Lucy whisper yelled looking between you and her girlfriend back and forth

“She has problems sleeping since you left...” Keira said “... she comes over three, four times a week now...”

“I so looked forward to us having some... alone time” your sister grumbled as she moved off her naked girlfriend

“I didn't know she would be here tonight” the blonde said apologetic and pressed herself against her girlfriends side

“Why didn't you tell me?” Lucy asked her voice lowly pulling Keira closer into her side “That she has nightmares again”

“She didn't want me to say something to you... and they're not nightmares per se... she misses you Luce...” Keira mumbled as she pressed her nose into Lucys necks

“I miss you too... both of you” your sister sighed holding her girlfriend tightly

“Can you two shut up already... I'm trying sleepy here” you mumbled but Lucy immediately heard you were basically dead to the world

“Sorry your Highness...” your sister chuckled pulling you into her other side her naked body still covered by the light blanket while you laid on top of it

“You are forgiven” you mumbled into the pillow which made Lucy and Keira laugh quietly

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