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[gamergirl929]

It's Gonne Be Me, You, and The Dance Floor (Kristie Mewis x Reader)

You never expect for Megan Rapinoe's retirment party to be as wild as it currently was, but here you were, surrounded by drunk current and former USWNT Players, with a healthy dose of WNBA and NWSL players sprinkled in. Unfortunately for you, a drunk Emily Sonnett decides to drag you onto the dance floor, despite that fact you weren't much of a dancer. Eventually, she's whisked away by Lindsey Horan, the woman knowing full well you weren't the dancing type. However, before you can making your escape from the dance floor, you turn, walking smack dab into Kristie Mewis.

Anonymous Request: Kristie Mewis/G!P Reader, finding a somewhat private place at a party to fuck.

“Hey.” You jump, pulled from your thoughts by a pat on the back from Emily Sonnett, the blonde grinning.  

“Get out of your head, come on, have some fun!” She says as she motions to the party going on around you.  

Retirement wasn’t something you’d expected to party about, but when Megan Rapinoe announced her retirement, the team knew they had to throw a party for the USWNT veteran.  

You didn’t realize that party would mean renting out an entire club for the night, with a completely open bar and a DJ.  

A number of retired players had flown out to join in on the festivities, as well as a number of Megan’s NWSL teammates from OL Reign. 

Her wife, Sue Bird, and some of her Seattle Storm teammates also made an appearance, refusing to miss the retirement party of Sue’s significant other, who they all adored. 

You sigh deeply, downing the entire glass of liquor in your hand, earning a pat on the back from Emily.  

“Atta girl! Now get out there, let’s dance!” She yells, dragging you out on the dance floor.  

You weren’t much of a dancer, but Emily had grabbed your arms anyway, swinging them around dramatically.  

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Lindsey making her way towards you, pulling Emily into a headlock.  

“What are you doing...?” She asks and Emily grins.  

“Having fun with Y/N!” Her grin widens, the Gotham FC player visibly drunk.  

You chuckle, about to turn and make your way off the dance floor, that is until you run smack dab into Kristie Mewis.  

You couldn’t lie, you’d honestly been in love with Kristie Mewis since the moment you laid eyes on her.  

You knew deep down that you’d never have a chance with her, but a girl can dream, can’t she? 

“Hey!” She beams, peering around you, snorting when she sees Emily wobbling as she attempts to dance with Lindsey.  

“Someone’s drunk.” She giggles and you laugh, glancing over your shoulder at Emily who’s doing, what she thinks, is dancing.  

You shake your head, turning back to Kristie, your eyes widening when you see the soft smile she’s sending you.  

“What?” You ask, your cheeks flushing when she takes a step towards you, the two of you almost chest to chest.  

“Do you want to dance?” She asks confidently, your eyes widening.  

“U-U-Uh, s-sure, b-but I’m not the best dancer.” You cringe and Kristie hums, placing her hands on your shoulders.  

"You’ll get the hang of it.” She winks and you swallow hard, giving her a less than confident nod.  

She weaves through the crowd, pulling you to the middle of the dance floor.  

“Come here.” She says, pulling you in, your fronts now together.  

You knew you were blushing, the tips of your ears burning as she pulled you closer.  

Unexpectedly, her hands run from your shoulders down to your chest, her thumbs caressing your collar bone, her blue orbs glassy, but not from the effects of alcohol.  

“Kris?” You say, pulling the woman out of whatever trance she was in, her cheeks dusted pink.  

“S-Sorry.” She stutters, glancing away bashfully before clearing her throat.  

“If you aren’t comfortable, you don’t have to dance with me.” She smiles and you shake your head.  

“I-I mean, I can try...?” You shrug, her smile splitting into a grin.  

“Follow my lead?” She says, holding her hands out and you nod.  

The music booms loudly as Kristie starts to sway, the woman nodding in encouragement when you follow her movements,  

She takes a step closer, her body flush with your own, her nose nearly brushing yours.  

Her fingers knit behind your neck as her hips move, her lower half brushing yours repeatedly.  

You breathe one another’s air as your hips rock, her tongue slipping between the tight line formed by her lips as she grinds harder into you.  

Her hands roam your body before settling on your waist, pulling you closer, your lower halves now flush.  

“Shit.” You say, the curse indivertibly slipping past your lips.  

You didn’t have time to be embarrassed, not when Kristie’s lips skirted along the underside of your jaw.  

You’re unable to stop yourself from gasping when you feel her press a kiss to your pulse point, her tongue taking a swipe at your tan skin.  

You’re not sure what possess you, but your hands leave her waist, and instead slip around her, settling on her jean short, covered ass.  

She whimpers as you pull her impossibly closer, the two of you now grinding feverishly against one another, which goes unnoticed by the bodies dancing around you considering many are doing the same.  

You realize far too late that you were getting hard, the protrusion in your pants growing hard with each roll of Kristie’s hips.  

Kristie’s breath hitches, her body stilling when she realizes what exactly she’s grinding against.  

Your cheeks were flushed a deep shade of red as you take a step back, the blonde now able to see the outline of your cock beneath your jeans.  

“I-I-I'm sorry.” You stutter, preparing to bolt, but Kristie stops you, her fingers tangling in your belt loops as she pulls you back against her, your erection now pressed against her.  

“Do you want to stop...?” She asks, rolling her hips again to gauge your reaction, the woman smirking when your eyes slam shut, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth.  

“I-I-I...” You fall silent, wrapping your arms around her as she grinds against your now rock-hard member.  

“Tell me.” She purrs, unable to stop herself from gasping when you whimper in her ear.  

“Do-Don’t stop.” You beg, the woman smirking against your neck.  

Your hips rock, the woman pressed against you soaked beyond belief.  

She’d wanted you for so long, asking you to dance had been spur of the moment, but now she couldn’t have been happier, the woman smiling against your neck as you moaned in her ear, the blonde rocking her hips against your member.  

She moans against your neck, the sound making you growl.  

“F-Fuck.” You stutter, giving Kristie’s sides a squeeze.  

“I-If we don’t stop...” You sigh, your brows knitted in pleasure, the woman in your arms giggling against your neck.  

“If we don’t stop, what?” She asks innocently, using her hips to rock harder against you.  

You duck down, panting in the woman's ear as you attempt to gather your thoughts.  

“I think you know what.” You say, whining when she winks, knitting her fingers behind your neck as she pulls you in, her nose brushing yours.  

“Are you gonna come...?” She asks, and you nod rapidly, grunting as her hips swivel.  

“Well...?” She says, your brows furrowing in confusion, that is until her hand slithers between your bodies, the woman palming the appendage between your legs.  

She hugs you tight, keeping you upright as she strokes you rapidly, getting you off in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by your drunk teammates.  

She places a hand behind your neck and pulls you in, your hot breath puffing against her ear, soft whimper and whines passing through your lips, the sounds making her even wetter than she already was.  

“Why don’t you come for me?” She asks, watching your face contort in pleasure, your body stiffening before you groan against her neck, her hold on you tightening as you shudder, your pants filled with your release.  

Kristie continues to stroke you, only stopping when you grab her wrist, unable to take any more.  

You pant against her shoulder, the woman kissing the curve of your jaw over and over again.  

“How was that...?” She asks, smirking when her blue orbs lock with your glassy Y/E/C orbs.  

“Fucking great, even if I didn't expect it...” You say as you attempt to catch your breath, the blonde giggling.  

You lick your lips, leaning in, your lips nearly touching.  

“What I do know is I want to return the favor...” You rasp, the sound of your voice making her clit throb.  

You nod your head off the dance floor, weaving through the dancing bodies until you break free of the crowd.  

You scan the club, smirking when you spot a nearby bathroom door, the sign on its front signaling to the other patrons that it was out of order.  

Kristie is unable to stop herself from laughing when you drag her inside, her back resting the closed door.  

Your palms rest on either side of her head, the blonde grinning.  

“Do you want this...?” You ask, worried she may push you away, even after what happened on the dance floor.  

She cups your cheeks, pulling you in and slamming her lips against yours.  

It doesn’t take long at all for the kisses to heat up, your tongue swiping against Kristie’s, the woman moaning into your mouth.  

Your hands slide off the door, finding their way onto her chest, the woman whimpering when you knead her breasts.  

“Y/N...” She moans, holding her arms up, a sign to you that she wanted the shirt hugging her upper half off.  

You pull the shirt up over her head, and toss it on the floor, your Y/E/C orbs taking in the now visible flesh that had been hidden beneath her shirt.  

Kristie tilts her head back, her lips parted in a silent gasp when you caress her breasts through her bra, her nipples visible through the material.  

She whimpers when your lips leave hers, trailing down her neck until you reach her breasts, your lips wrapping around one of her erect nipples.  

Her fingers tangle in your hair as you lavish her breasts with attention before turning to the opposite, playfully nipping at her pebbled nipple.  

Your hands continue their descent, your fingers tangling in the belt loops of Kristie’s shorts, her eyes flashing open to reveal her blue orbs, darkened with arousal.  

Slowly, you unzip the zipper of her shorts, giving them a tug, the blonde nodding immediately.  

You kneel down, pulling her shorts, as well as her ruined panties down her legs, the woman kicking them off, the clothes joining those already on the floor.  

You were painfully hard, but you wanted to give Kristie the attention she’d given you, you wanted to watch her come undone in your arms.  

Kristie’s breath hitches as you sink to your knees in front of her, pressing tender kisses to her inner thighs.  

She whimpers when you give her inner thigh a gentle nip, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pulls you where she needs you the most.  

At the first tentative lick to her core, she moans, leaning her head back roughly against the bathroom door.  

Your tongue traces her slit before it’s making contact with her clit.  

“Fuck.” She sighs as your tongue works between her legs, dipping into her entrance before running along her slit and flicking against her pulsing clit again.  

Kristie whimpers and whines loudly, her thighs already starting to quake around your head.  

You knew she was worked up, especially after what happened on the dance floor, you knew she was just as turned on as you were, which meant it wouldn’t take her long to orgasm.  

In all honesty, you wish she wouldn’t come, which meant you’d never have to be anywhere else other than between her legs, her taste and smell intoxicating.  

You wrap your lips around the tiny bundle of nerves, giving it a soft suckle, the woman crying out, her grip tightening on your hair.  

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” She begs as you lick her wildly, the woman unable to keep her hips still.  

Moments later she cries out, the sound thankfully covered by that of the booming music in the club.  

Her essence coats your tongue as you lick her clean, the woman’s thighs twitching as you place a kiss to her clit before moving to your feet, your lips wet with her slick.  

She pants heavily cupping your cheeks and pulling you into a kiss, the kiss softer than before, but more intimate considering you had the taste of her on your lips.  

Your tongues slowly meet, the two of you sighing deeply as you kiss lazily.  

Kristie pulls back, her forehead resting against yours, her blue orbs raking down your front, smirking when she realizes you’re hard again.  

Your brows knit when her hand slithers between you, her palm settling on the bulge in your pants, your front already damp from your earlier release.  

“Maybe we should take care of that?” She says seductively, your eyes raking down her front, settling on her bare core.  

“I know one way to take care of it.” You smirk, Kristie’s throat bobbing as you slowly reach for your jeans’ button.  

Kristie catches your wrist, your eyes widening when she chooses to pop the button of your jeans and grab your zipper, tugging it downwards slowly.  

In a blink, your pants are on the floor around your ankles, your boxers the only thing covering your lower half, the size of your member now visible.  

“Fuck.” Kristie whispers, backing you up against the opposite wall, the woman pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it to the floor.  

Her hands run from your shoulders down your chest, pausing to squeeze your breasts before her hands splay on your visible, muscular stomach.  

“Damn.” She whispers, prodding your hard muscles.  

She leans in, pressing her lips against yours, the kiss tender, distracting you from the fact that she was tugging down your boxers, that is until your erection springs free.  

You glance down at your erection, your brows arching when you see Kristie gazing at it before running a fingertip along the underside of your cock.  

You lean back heavily against the wall, your eyes fluttering shut.  

“I want to feel you inside me.” Kristie confesses, your eyes flashing open, meeting Kristie’s shining blues.  

“A-Are you sure...?” You whisper, the woman nodding with no sense of hesitation.  

Your hand drops to your already throbbing member, giving it a few pumps, the sounds you're making, makes Kristie shudder.  

Much to her surprise, you take charge, flipping your positions, the woman’s back now pressing against the cold tile wall.  

You turn your attention back to your member, Kristie sighing when you run your head through her lower lips, stopping to rub it against her clit.  

“Shit.” She sighs, her brows furrowing as you teasingly spread her opening with your tip before pulling away.  

“Don’t tease.” She whines, her bottom lip jutted out in a pout.  

She wanted you, and she wanted you bad, something that made you whimper, her eyes flashing open, locking with your Y/E/C orbs.  

You lick your lips lining yourself up with her entrance, the blonde nodding rapidly when you give her a questioning look.  

You slowly slip into her, your head slipping in slowly, the woman whining loudly.  

“Fuck.” She whimpers, as you slowly slip inside her until you’re completely sheathed, her walls wet and warm, welcoming your invasion.  

You remain still, lightly kissing her neck, letting her get acclimated to the stretch before you light thrust your hips.  

“O-Oh.” She sighs, lifting one leg upward, curling it around your waist, gripping your shoulders tightly.  

You put a bit more power behind your next thrust, earning a throaty moan in return, her walls fluttering around you.  

You quickly establish a rhythm, your thighs slapping together as you pound into the woman.  

“Fuck, Y/N...” She sighs, gasping when you lift her into the air and press her back against the wall, her legs wrapping around your middle as you reposition yourself and slip back inside her.  

“Oh, Jesus Christ.” She sighs as you start thrusting upwards, the woman getting wetter and wetter with each thrust.  

She uses your shoulders as leverage, bouncing along with your thrusts, her lips parted as a wide array of sounds pass from her open mouth, a mixture of whines, whimpers, groans and moans. 

Your muscles start to contract, your breathing quickening with each thrust, your orgasm impending.   

“I-I’m so close.” Kristie says in between gasps, her walls fluttering around you.  

“I-I’m gonna-- 

You go silent, groaning loudly against her neck as you stiffen, your thrusts slowing as you orgasm, your thighs quaking as you fill her with your release.  

Kristie comes with a cry, her walls clamping down around you, milking more of your seed out of your softening cock. 

Her nails dig ridges in your back as she trembles in your arms, the feel of her climaxing in your arms bringing you a sense of pleasure you never thought you’d feel.  

Your thrusts slow, the woman panting heavily in your arms as you lazily kiss her neck, helping her through her orgasm.  

She leans in, kissing your lips softly, your now flaccid member still inside her as you kiss tenderly.  

You part, Kristie’s hands on your shoulders as her chest rises and falls rapidly.  

“Well...” She says, giggling as she scrapes her nails against the nape of your neck.  

“I didn’t expect that to happen.” She chuckles and you shake your head, your lips splitting in a grin.  

“Me either.” You smile softly, bashful even though you were currently still inside the woman.  

She hums, leaning in to press another kiss to your lips.  

“What do you say, we take this back to the hotel?” She asks with a seductive smirk, your lips splitting in a grin.  

“I was kind of worried you’d want to pretend like this didn’t happen.” You mumble insecurely, the woman in your arms smiling as she tilts your chin up with her index finger, her sparkling blues meeting your Y/E/C’s.  

“I’ve kind of been wanting to do this for a long time.” She confesses, her cheeks dusted pink.  

Your brows arch.  

“Really now?” You ask and she nods, smiling against your lips when your lips meet again.  

“Still want to take this back to the hotel?” She asks and you smirk.  

“Absolutely.”  

Eventually, the two of you exit the bathroom, fully clothed, your hand in Kristie’s as she drags you out of the club, a slurring Emily Sonnett yelling from across the club.  

“GET IT Y/N!” She hiccups and you snort, Kristie giggling as she squeezes your hand, the two of you eager to continue where you left off at the hotel.  

In that moment, you were incredibly thankful that a drunk Emily Sonnett dragged you onto the dance floor.  

[babybluewoso]

Love in the limelight (Renee Rapp x Reader)

 Renee Rapp was no stranger to the limelight. As a Broadway sensation and rising pop star, she had her fair share of attention, but this time, the spotlight was different. It wasn’t about her music or her acting career; it was about something much more personal. Renee was in Paris, not for a concert or a film premiere, but to support the love of her life, her girlfriend Y/N—an exceptional football player who was about to compete in the most significant match of her career: the gold medal game at the Paris Olympics with the US Women’s National Team.

Renee’s girlfriend, a towering figure with an athletic build, was the epitome of strength and determination on the field. Her intense focus and leadership qualities had earned her the role of team captain, and she was known for her commanding presence both on and off the pitch. Despite her tough exterior, there was a softness in her eyes whenever she looked at Renee—a look that spoke of a love that was deep and unwavering.

As the match day arrived, the tension in the air was palpable. The Stade de France was buzzing with excitement, packed with fans from all over the world. Renee, seated in the VIP section, couldn’t contain her own nerves. She knew how much this game meant to her girlfriend, and she had been there every step of the way, providing love and support throughout the rigorous journey of preparation.

The game was intense, a true nail-biter that kept everyone on the edge of their seats. The USWNT played with their hearts on their sleeves, fighting tooth and nail for every inch of the pitch. Y/N was a force to be reckoned with, dominating the midfield, directing the flow of the game with precision, and leading her team with the ferocity of a lioness. The match went into extra time, and with only minutes left on the clock, it was her powerful header from a corner kick that broke the deadlock and secured the victory for the United States.

The final whistle blew, and the stadium erupted in cheers. The USWNT had won the gold medal! The players fell to the ground in exhaustion and joy, embracing one another, their dreams realized. But in that moment of triumph, as the team celebrated around her, Y/N had only one thought in her mind—Renee.

Without a second thought, she scanned the stands until she found her—Renee, standing there with tears of pride in her eyes, her hands clapped over her mouth in disbelief. Without hesitation, she bolted toward the stands, her long strides carrying her effortlessly through the crowd. The world around her faded as she focused on one thing—getting to Renee.

Renee saw her coming and felt her heart skip a beat. She barely had time to react before her girlfriend reached her, pulling her into a passionate kiss that was full of love, relief, and pure, unadulterated joy. The stadium, once roaring with cheers, seemed to pause for a brief moment, as if even the world was holding its breath, witnessing this beautiful display of love.

The kiss was captured by countless phones in the stands, fans unable to resist documenting the moment. Within minutes, clips of the kiss started flooding social media. TikToks emerged, set to the hauntingly beautiful tones of Taylor Swift’s “Alchemy.” The lyrics, speaking of magical, transformative love, resonated deeply with the imagery of Renee and Y/N’s kiss—a perfect blend of passion and tenderness.

As the video clips went viral, the world fell in love with the story of Renee and Y/N. Their love story became a symbol of hope and courage, celebrated by millions who admired not just their individual talents but the deep bond they shared. The couple, though often in the public eye, had managed to keep their relationship relatively private until that moment, when the whole world bore witness to the undeniable love they shared.

Back on the pitch, after the kiss, Y/N pulled her into a tight embrace, burying her face in Renee’s hair. “We did it,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

“No,” Renee replied, pulling back slightly to look into her girlfriend’s eyes. “You did it. I’m so proud of you.”

They stayed in each other’s arms, oblivious to the cameras, the fans, and the celebrations around them. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the love they had for each other—a love that had endured the challenges of distance, the pressures of fame, and the intensity of competition.

As the night wore on, they finally joined the team for the medal ceremony. Renee stood on the sidelines, her heart swelling with pride as she watched the gold medals being placed around the necks of her girlfriend and her teammates. The national anthem played, and as the flag was raised, Y/N looked over at her, their eyes locking in a silent exchange of love and triumph.

Later that night, as they walked through the streets of Paris, hand in hand, they were still buzzing with excitement. The city of love had witnessed their moment of glory, and now, it was just the two of them, soaking in the magic of the night.

“I can’t believe this day,” Renee said, leaning into her girlfriend’s side.

Y/N smiled down at her, her heart full. “Neither can I. But you know what? The best part wasn’t winning the gold.”

Renee looked up, surprised. “What was it then?”

“The best part was sharing it with you,” she said, kissing the top of Renee’s head. “You’re my gold medal, Renee.”

Renee smiled, her heart melting. “And you’re mine.”

As they continued their walk, the city lights of Paris glowing softly around them, they knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together, their love shining brighter than any medal ever could.

y/n_l/n posted

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Paris done and dusted

tagged: renee_rapp

tobin heath: congrats kiddo you've grown so much

mrapinoe: LFG

renee_rapp: i'm so so soo proud of you my love

user1: OMG parent!!!

user2: y/n is greenest green flag you will ever meet

renee_rapp posted

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my Olympian

tagged: y/n_l/n

towabird: where's the victory party @y/n_l/n

y/n_l/n: why would i give a victory party???

user1: omg y/n is a softie

renee_rapp: she is but just with me

reneeandy/n4ever posted

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after the final whistle y/n's only thought was renee. this is just taken straight out from a romance novel!!!

user1: oh to have a love like them

user2: "where's the trophy, she just coming running back to me" this is what Taylor Swift meant in her song.

[katelynnwrites]

Somewhere In The Haze (Got A Sense I’d Been Betrayed) | Ona Batlle

warnings: angst

word count: 2352

summary: your sweet dream with ona is over

chosen song: the great war by taylor swift

a/n: chapter 1/6 of you were bigger than the whole sky (you were more than just a short time)

It was the start of the end really, when you’d proposed to Ona only to have her turn you down and leave shortly after.

It had been a last ditch, desperate attempt to give the love of your life, someone you had once known like the words to a favourite song, the something she’d been searching for. Only it wasn’t what she was searching for and it brought about the loss of well, pretty much everything you had ever known.

Just like that the sweet dream (that you once thought would be your reality) was over.

******

You had just stepped into a cafe when your past makes the most heartstopping of moments, in the form of a rather clumsy woman who bumps into you.

It takes you less than a second to recognise her, all too familiar chocolate brown eyes meeting yours.

Ona was always a heartstopper for you but now when it was least likely that you would see her again? It nearly makes you fall over.

Luckily (or unluckily) for you, Ona is there to catch you.

‘You okay am-?’

It’s only because of your sheer embarrassment that your fellow Spaniard’s slip of tongue goes unnoticed.

‘Y-yeah I’m fine.’ You stammer, twisting out of her hold and stepping back rapidly.

Her hand on your back was bringing back too many memories so you cast a glance back at her and run.

******

Millie is the first person you call, shaky sobs punctuating your words as you tell her who you had run into.

The English woman comes over immediately, enveloping you in a tight hug and letting you cry.

She rocks you back and forth, murmuring soothing words until you exhaust yourself.

There’s no more tears from you, just a question that you voice fragilely, ‘Why is she back?’

******

That question is answered when you wake in the morning and find a text from the one person who used to be your everything (it hurt you endlessly that she still is despite all she had done).

(Ona) 08:17

‘Hola. Can we talk please?’

Sighing, you rub your temple before typing out an answer. This was going to backfire, you just knew it.

(You) 09:23

‘Ok.’

Ellipses appear immediately and you frown, wondering if she had been glued to her phone and waiting for your answer.

(Ona) 09.23

‘Gracias. Will that cafe at 11am today be alright?’

(You) 09.24

‘Sí.’

Once upon a time, you would have replied to her texts with a lot more words and a lot more enthusiasm.

******

It’s in the middle of summer that your fourteen year old self checks your phone to see a message from your girlfriend.

(Ona) 15.07

‘Mi vida do you want to come over? I miss you.’

(You) 15.08

‘Oni we just saw each other this morning.’

‘But yes I miss you too.’

(Ona) 15.08

‘Yes!’

‘Does this mean you’re coming over now?’

(You) 15.09

‘Sí.’

‘Is the other reason you’re so excited for me to go over because you need help with your homework?’

(Ona) 15.09

‘No…’

(You) 15.09

‘You sure?’

(Ona) 15.10

‘Okay yes but it’s science and you know how much I don’t like it.’

‘I’ll bribe you with kisses?’

‘Please mi amor?’

(You) 15.11

‘I knew it. I’m already on my way :)’

(Ona) 15.11

‘Muchas gracias.’

******

Now thirteen years later, you don’t text Ona to let her know you’re on your way.

You simply show up at the Barcelona player’s requested timing and settle yourself at a small table in the corner. It would be a big lie on your part, if you were to say you weren’t nervous.

This cafe is around the corner from your place (the place that you and Ona used to share) and you have been a regular here for years.

It was purely an accident that you’d discovered the little cafe but the unassuming neutral decor, book shelves and square tables set with mismatched mason jars holding two or three wildflowers was an environment that you had felt at ease in immediately.

This was the place you and Ona used to eat brunch at, when you had the rare day off.

It pulls you out of your head, when you see her standing in front of you, an anxious smile on her face as she softly asks, ‘Is this seat taken?’

Ona’s face was once as familiar to you as your own. You had known every freckle, every dimple (had even pressed your lips onto each one of them, once upon a time) that she had called hers.

Now, you didn’t. You haven’t even properly seen her face in almost three years. It was part of your ‘No Ona’ rule.

The ‘No Ona’ rule had been brought into existence one night after you had broken down sobbing when an Instagram post featuring Ona from Barcelona had shown up on your feed.

In summary, the ‘No Ona’ rule meant that you unfollowed her, the Spanish national team and Barcelona on all your social medias to prevent more breakdowns on your part.

It included your teammates not mentioning Ona as long as you were within earshot. It had also resulted in you taking down every post that showed Ona from your social medias (there were a lot. and they now resided in your archive because deleting them was an unbearable idea).

This removal of photos was reflected in your apartment too (those photos were in a box hidden deep in your closet because like the digital photos, you could not bear to get rid of them permanently).

So having not seen Ona properly in years, it’s predictable that you stare speechless at her for a moment, a moment long enough that Ona begins to look unsure of herself.

Shaking your head quickly, you gesture for the fullback to take a seat, still not trusting yourself to form coherent sentences.

‘Thanks.’ Ona says.

It seems that Ona too, can’t look away, her brown eyes fixed on yours as she sits.

She fiddles with the strings of her cream hoodie until she awkwardly breaks the silence with a tiny, ‘Hi.’

If it were in the circumstances of before (there would only ever be one before for you), you would have laughed at her cuteness.

In the after, you respond in like, giving her a quiet, ‘Hola.’

The painful silence resumes and you silently thank the waiter that interrupts to take your coffee orders.

‘I’ll just take a hot chocolate please.’

Ona’s lips quirk up into a smile once the waiter leaves, ‘You still don’t drink coffee.’

You take her cue, smiling slightly as you answer, ‘I don’t.’

‘How are you?’

‘I’m good.’

‘How have you been?’

‘I’m good too.’

Ona’s smile falters and you know exactly what she’s thinking because you’re thinking it too.

Fuck this is painful.

******

Conversations with Ona are your favourite thing.

Sharing kisses with her is a close second and laying with your head in her lap as she plays with your hair is third.

At sixteen and having all three with her in this moment, you think you might just be about to float with happiness.

‘Mi amor did you know that raccoons have feet that can rotate 180°?’

‘No I didn’t, thank you for sharing that with me baby.’

Ona plants a little kiss on your lips and you grin.

No matter what either of you said, it was never awkward between both of you.

******

The former Manchester United player swallows hard. She reaches her hand across the table before remembering and stopping herself.

‘I’m sorry for bumping into you yesterday.’ She tries.

‘It’s fine.’ You answer but an emotion you can’t quite describe flashes across Ona’s face.

‘No. No it’s not.’

‘No?’

Ona shakes her head.

‘I’m sorry. I had this all rehearsed but it’s coming out all wrong.’

She looks close to tears and you reach out to grab her hand.

‘Take your time.’

The Spaniard flinches but quickly recovers, bringing her free hand up to cover yours.

‘Gracias.’ She whispers.

Withdrawing your hand, you wait patiently for her to compose herself.

‘It’s been a while.’ Ona starts.

You hum in acknowledgement. (a while was a gross understatement, it had been forever)

******

Being separated from Ona was something you hated.

From the moment you met, you had never once been separated for more than a day. Except for the time you went on a family holiday to Italy and after Ona suffered her ankle injury in the U20 World Cup.

For the first, you had called whenever you could and texted pretty much constantly, to the point where your parents had joked that they should have simply invited her along.

For the second, being separated from Ona for three weeks was agony. You missed her so badly that if it wasn’t for your dedication to your teammates and your determination to win it for your injured girlfriend, you would have gone home to her.

Those three weeks without her had been forever then.

If you’d told your nineteen year old self that you would have spent the last three years apart from Ona, she would have been absolutely sure you were crazy.

******

It’s your turn to almost cry, blinking at the table in an attempt to keep the tears at bay.

‘It’s been a while and I-I’ll be in England for a bit. More specifically, I’ll be in Manchester for a bit.’

‘Oh.’ You stare blankly at her, wondering what possible reason she could have to return. It certainly wasn’t for you because you weren’t enough for her all those years ago, so why would you be now?

‘Escúchame please. I won’t be in your way, I’ll make sure our paths never cross if you want so. If I meet up with your current teammates, my old United teammates, I’ll make sure it won’t concern you.’ Ona rushes out.

‘Ona-’

‘I promise.’ She swears, without waiting for you to finish.

‘Ona you don’t have to do that.’

‘My friends, they’re your friends too and it would be unfair of me to keep you from seeing them just because we broke up. I don’t want us to have to be the kind of exes that have to geographically divide the city.’

The woman sitting across from you stares in shock. She hadn’t expected you to be so nice to her. Then again Ona should never have doubted you, your kindness knew no limits, even when she knew she didn’t deserve it.

******

‘Want to share my granola bar? We can split it in half if you’re hungry?’

The offer startles the smaller girl sitting beside you (in the years to come, Ona shoots up to become taller than you).

She looks up, brown eyes wide as she questions, ‘Are you sure? I don’t want you to be hungry too.’

‘I’m sure. I won’t be, I promise.’ You nod at her rapidly, willing her to accept the snack. All your other new teammates were eating too and you didn’t want the pretty girl with freckles to feel left out (you might have been only twelve but she’s the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen).

‘Okay.’ She shyly agrees and you smile, breaking the granola bar in two so that she can have half.

‘Gracias.’ She smiles, gently taking it from you.

In between nibbles of the small snack, you get her to open up and learn that her name is Ona and that she loves cheetahs.

******

It’s that memory that has you shocking Ona further.

‘Can we go on a date?’

Your ex nearly spits out her mouthful of coffee.

‘W-What?’ She chokes out.

‘Friend dates Ona. You were my best friend before you were my girlfriend. I’ve missed that. I miss you and if you are going to be in Manchester…I’d like to get to know you again.’ You clarify.

This was definitely silly, reckless (and possibly astronomically stupid) of you but you needed to try. You needed to understand why she left you like she did.

Your heart rate increases as you wait for her to respond. Here you were, putting yourself out again, risking your already broken heart.

******

‘Ona? Please just come to bed.’ You beg.

Your twenty four year old girlfriend was curled on the couch, staring unblinkingly at the wall opposite.

It had been like this for weeks now. Ona had pulled away and stopped touching you. She stopped kissing you, stopped talking to you and now, wouldn’t share the same bed as you (in the days to come, she stops looking at you).

You couldn’t sleep without her but like with each previous development, you respected her space.

Despite how much pain you were in, you gave her what she wanted.

There was no warning, no indication that she would start pulling away. It was just one less thing every day. (until eventually there was nothing)

‘Mi amor please. Please.’

Your voice cracks on the last word. There are tears falling down your cheeks now but your girlfriend doesn’t respond. She doesn’t even look up.

As you let out a sob and walk back to your bedroom, you come to the heartbreaking realisation that you’d lost her.

That was the night you really knew you had lost her.

******

Ona scans your face, looking for any sign of the anger and resentment that should be there.

Instead, all she finds is resignation, sorrow and hurt, under the anxiety that you show as you wait for her answer.

Above all that though, she can see hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe you could get to know each other again.

In an instant, Ona’s mind is made up. She can’t find it in herself to inflict any more suffering on you and this olive branch that you were extending, it gave her the chance to attempt to make things up to you (she was determined to do everything she possibly could to try).

‘I’d like that.’

The soft words and the matching soft smile on her face makes that little glimmer of hope that you have, glow.

Spanish Translations:

amor - love

hola - hi/hello

gracias - thank you

sí - yes

mi vida - my life

muchas gracias - thank you so much

escúchame - listen to me

[slimthicksonnett]

All Coming Back (Emily Sonnett) PART 2

Part One, Part Two

Word Count: 2,020

Warnings: "Cliffhanger" again, Sad (?) Sonnett, Unedited

-

It had been almost 7 years.

That’s the first thing you’d realized when you stepped onto the tarmac. You hadn’t stood on American soil in almost 7 years. And now, here you were. 

“Y/LN!” A familiar voice called, stopping you in your tracks as you stepped off the plane.

Turning around, you were faced with the only other player who had flown in internationally to this camp.

“Horan.” You greeted the blonde, though much less enthusiastically than she had. Which Lindsey had to have expected considering the state of things the last time you had seen the Lyon player. 

“Long time no see!” Lindsey grinned, earning an eye roll from you. 

“You saw me a month ago, Horan.” You corrected, beginning to walk towards the all too familiar USWNT van that waited for you both.

“Sorry, all of that beer after we won must be affecting my memory.” The midfielder taunted and you couldn’t help but feel like this picking was about much more than any football match.

“Was it there beer or the amount of times your head hits the ground?” Your sickly sweet smile contradicted your harsh words, but both worked to leave the older woman stunned as you loaded up.

“Wow, you are harsh.” Lindsey muttered as she joined you in the backseat. You took a deep breath, attempting to maintain your composure in response to the comment.

“I only give back what I am given.” You retorted, tiredly leaning back against the headrest.

“So why did you leave? It seemed like you were being given plenty here.” Lindsey snapped, causing you to slowly turn your head in her direction. 

Her jaw was set in defiance and her eyes burned with what you had thought was anger but now assumed to be loyalty.

“Why did you go to Lyon?” You countered, watching her resolve falter under your own gaze that was known to rattle even the strongest of opponents. Though you were overseas, you made it your business to stay involved with the happenings of the league. While to many it seemed you had gone completely ghost, you still had friends in high places and knew much more than they’d give you credit for.

Lindsey didn’t have an answer for that. 

“Everything isn’t always what it seems, Lindsey. I think you’d do well to remember that.” Your voice was soft, hardly above a whisper.

In fact, it was so soft that Lindsey wasn’t even certain she’d heard you correctly. Between the depth of the statement and your use of her first name, the midfielder once again couldn’t bring herself to formulate a response.

Instead, the entire ride to the hotel was spent in silence.

–

It was late by the time you and Lindsey finally made it to the hotel, the street lights long having since turned on.

The midfielder got out of the van first, stopping to stretch for a moment. You watched observantly as she breathed in the surroundings, clearly content with the thin air that surrounded you.

“Happy to be home?” You asked, too preoccupied grabbing your duffle to take in the look of shock on the other girl's face.

“You know I’m from Colorado?” The shock you’d missed in Lindsey’s expression was unhidable from her voice.

Laughing softly, you shrugged your shoulders.

“I live in Barcelona, muñeca, not under a rock.” Shaking your head, you made your way into the lobby to greet the apparently very sleepy staff member who was waiting for you both. 

“Y/N! Glad you could finally make it.” The man greeted, clearly pushing as much fake enthusiasm into his voice as possible and you couldn’t help but chuckle again.

Inclining your head respectfully to him, you managed to produce a tired smile of your own. With Lindsey trailing in after you, the man gave another welcome which gave you time to glance at what he was holding.

Room keys.

You hadn’t even thought about this part. This wasn’t your club where every away journey you’d have your room with Alexia. And it wasn’t strict COVID times where you’d have a room alone. 

After giving brief instructions on what stairs to use and where your rooms were, you were handed the room key and sent on your way. The only additional information you’d received was that your roommate was already here so to knock before you entered- as if you were raised in a barn and intended to not give your teammate a warning. 

And that’s what led to you being in front of the hotel room door, hand raised, and standing completely still. The anxiety of having to face a new person (or maybe someone not so new) was terrifying.

However, your pride (and maybe your tiredness) outweighed your anxiety and you knocked sharply twice before opening the door. 

You had prepared to face a lot of things on the other side of that door, but you hadn’t quite prepared for the sight you were greeted with. Laid out comfortably on the far bed with a book in her lap was the grown up version of your childhood best friend.

“Sunny.” You gasped softly, unable to withhold the emotions of seeing your former Stanford teammate.

“Y/NN.” Andi echoed, standing from the bed slowly in almost a state of shock as she looked you over. 

Sensing your discomfort, the Spirit captain’s expression somehow softened even more as she opened her arms up to you. Without thinking twice you dropped your bags and threw yourself into the embrace.

“You always did love a hug!” The younger woman laughed, rocking the two of you from side to side.

“I missed you.” Your voice was muffled from where you’d buried it in her shoulder but the contented hum she let out in response let you know that she’d understood.

“I missed you too.” She answered, somehow hugging you just a little tighter.

Wrapped in your old co-captains arms, it was like you’d never left. Maybe camp wouldn’t be so bad afterall.

—

For the first time in probably ever, Emily Sonnett did not want to go to breakfast.

“Come on, Son! They won’t leave us any coffee if we don’t get down there.” Kelley groaned, practically attempting to pull the stubborn defender out of the room.

“It’ll be fine.” Emily snipped, yanking her hand away from Kelley and focusing her attention on retying her laces for probably the fifth time.

“Fine? What do you mean FINE?!? This is coffee we’re talking about! Also, why are you wearing your real shoes? Did you forget your slides again?” Dramatically, Kelley threw herself onto the bed beside Emily but stopped her antics to staredown at the other girl's shoes.

“Didn’t feel like wearing slides today.” She grumbled, not wanting to admit that putting on her real sneakers would make the process of getting down to breakfast take longer.

“Right…” Kelley hummed. She had a knowing look on her face but the defender was at least kind enough not to press the matter further.

Emily was content with that. Tying her shoes in the silence. Kelley didn’t seem to be rushing her anymore and the blonde was now confident that her plan was going to work and she wouldn’t be forced to interact with anyone until they were in the controlled environment of training.

Of course, the plan was poorly formulated.

“HEY! Are you two ready for breakfast or what? Quit taking so long.” 

Emily nearly jumped out of her skin in surprise, falling forward off the bed and narrowly avoiding face planting on the floor at the interruption of the new voice in the room. Looking up, she was shocked to see Trinity and Ash standing in the doorway staring at her impatiently. 

“How did you tw-” She stopped herself short when she caught sight of Kelley’s slightly guilty face and the keycard in Trinity’s hand.

Yeah. She was definitely going to kill these kids one day.

–

When the group of Spirit players finally get down for breakfast, it is revealed that Emily had been worrying over nothing. Spread throughout the room were the familiar faces of her teammates who were sitting contently enjoying their morning meal.

You were nowhere to be seen. 

“Andi’s not here either.” Ash whispered to her, obviously hearing Emily’s incredibly loud silent thoughts. 

“Pretty sure they both came and left before I even got down here.” It was almost as if her teammate's goal was to scare her to death today as Becky creeped up beside them, injecting herself into the conversation smoothly as she sipped her coffee.

“How lovely.” Emily huffed, stalking over to pour herself a cup of coffee.

“Your breakfast is on the table!” Becky called out after her.

Looking in confusion, the defender realized that there was in fact a plate already made for her waiting at an open space at the table beside Lindsey.

“Thanks.” She muttered, dropping into the seat beside her friend. 

Lindsey smiled broadly at her, knocking their shoulders together teasingly at the lack of actual greeting.

“Hey bestie, I missed you too! Oh yes, I’m doing great. Thank you for asking.” Lindsey mocked, dramatically taking a sip of her water as Emily rolled her eyes and chuckled.

“Hey Linds, it’s good to see you.” Emily softened, feeling some of the tension seep from her shoulders at being reunited. Taking a bite of her eggs she looked over at friend , a little skeptical as dots began to connect in her brain.

“What time did you get in?” She asked.

“Stupid late. I didn’t even get to see a single second of sunlight! And now they expect me to do fitness? No matter how many times we do this? I’ll never get used to it.” Lindsey groaned, looking over in exasperation. 

But the older girl paused because, as always when it came to the two of them, Emily sucked at hiding things.

“But that’s not what you’re really asking about is it?” Lindsey sighed.

Emily almost felt bad honestly. She hadn’t seen her friend in forever but the only thing she could think about was you. 

“What? No! Of course I was-” She started, trying to cover her tracks and hopefully not hurt Lindsey’s feelings but she stopped short when she saw the look she was being given.

“It’s alright Sonn, I get it. And yes, we met at the airport and rode back here together.” Lindsey answered softly as her hand reached to settle on Emily’s thigh comfortingly.

The defender couldn’t bring herself to ask anything further and Lindsey, being Lindsey, knew that. Of course, that didn’t stop her from providing a little more information.

“She seems good, by the way. Different! Really different. But good. After everything I’d heard from you and then beating Barcelona, I thought she’d be an absolute bitch. Especially to me!” The midfielder laughed, obviously fondly remembering Lyons' win.

“And she wasn’t?” Emily managed, still slightly stuck on what she could have possibly meant by ‘different’. Lindsey just hummed thoughtfully as she took a bite of her food.

“She had some interesting things to say honestly I… Well, I didn’t really expect it. But no, she really wasn’t. Even asked me how it felt to be home!” Lindsey chuckled, oblivious to the shocked look on Emily’s face.

In what world did you care or even know that Lindsey was from Colorado? 

“Alright slowpokes, time to load up! Can’t avoid it forever.” Becky called out, inclining her head towards the door where the rest of the team was exiting.

“I can try.” Emily muttered.

When she did get onto the bus, Emily was again greeted by the lack of your presence.

And, once again, scared shitless by her captain.

“Staff told me they took a van to the fields earlier. She wanted to go ahead and get her new player evaluations out of the way so she could do fitness with the rest of us.” Becky said softly from behind her.

Emily just nodded and walked forward towards her usual seat, dragging her feet a little bit as if taking her time would somehow change her inevitable destination. 

[alwritey-aphrodite]

Back on my USWNT podium cause I miss them: thinking about Jamie playfully stealing your USWNT hat that you wear and replacing it with his ICON hat or even a Richmond hat

Stop it I love this idea!! You’re rolling up to practice/a match with a Richmond hat and Jamie is pulling into Nelson Road in your USWNT hat - everyone thinks you’re insufferably adorable and if Jamie gets stopped by a reporter all he’ll say is “their match is at *insert time*, everyone better be watching”

[jennyboom21]

U.S. women’s national team legend Megan Rapinoe has spoken out amid the discovery of controversial social media activity from one of the team’s newest stars, Korbin Albert.

This week, USWNT fans began to notice that Albert’s TikTok account has either shared or reposted a host of anti-LGBTQ+ content.

In addition, Albert liked a post on Instagram from November 2023 that made light of the torn Achilles that Rapinoe suffered in the NWSL championship game — the final match of her career.

Rapinoe, along with several of her USWNT teammates, has been an outspoken advocate for LGBTQ+ rights throughout her career.

As the controversy around Albert began to grow, Rapinoe posted a story on her Instagram account that looked to be directed toward the 20-year-old PSG midfielder.

“For people who want to hide behind ‘my beliefs,’ I would just ask one question, are you making any type of space safer, more inclusive, more whole, any semblance of better, bringing the best out of anyone,” she wrote.

“Because if you aren’t, all you believe in is hate. And kids are literally killing themselves because of this hate. Wake TF up!

“Yours truly, #15.

“For all my trans homies enduring this horrific treatment day in and day out, I see you and hear you and I am WITH YOU.”

Rapinoe signing the message with “#15” appears to be intentional. After Rapinoe wore the No. 15 for years with the USWNT, Albert has now taken that number as her own.

Longtime USWNT captain Becky Sauerbrunn reposted Rapinoe’s story along with the caption: “Well said, @mrapinoe.” Other notable names reposting Rapinoe’s story included Sam Mewis, Kristie Mewis and Lynn Williams.

Later on Thursday, Albert released a statement of apology on her own Instagram story.

Albert, who made her USWNT debut in December, has been called into the USWNT’s roster for the SheBelieves Cup, which kicks off next weekend with a match against Japan.

The midfielder scored a tremendous long-range effort in PSG’s Champions League quarterfinal second leg against on Häcken on Thursday, showing that at least on the field, the controversy wasn’t affecting her.

Pro Soccer Wire has reached out to Albert’s representation for comment, and will update this story if there is a response.

[morgansohara]

i love writing a fic (i have a complete playlist and the (maybe) ending line of the fic but i’m only 700 words in and nowhere near finishing)

[wordsbyrian]

Im bored out of my mind sooo if you send me a line from one of my fics I'll post a picture of what it looks like in my notebook.

edit: include what fic its from please

[elopez55]

Thank you, Pinoe ❤️

Available here on my etsy.

[luvrgrl07]

This was so well written I especially love the ending 🤍

𝑨𝒎𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒂

Pairing: Leah Williamson x reader

Words: 1447

Warnings: none

Summary: You take a hard hit to the head in training. The result tears your whole world apart. [Request]

The pounding in your head was relentless, a dull throb that didn’t stop even as you tried to blink the heaviness from your eyes. The room around you was stark white, sterile and unwelcoming, and the air smelled faintly of disinfectant. Machines beeped softly in the background, and you could feel the weight of the bandages wrapped tightly around your skull.

You tried to move, but every muscle in your body protested. You groaned, the sound foreign and hoarse in your ears, and that was when the door creaked open. A blonde woman stepped inside, her features lit with a combination of relief and nervousness. Her eyes, a shade of blue so vibrant it seemed to pierce through the haze of your mind, locked onto yours. She froze for a moment, holding a cup of tea in her hands, before rushing to your bedside.

“You’re awake,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly as she set the cup down on the small tray beside you. She leaned closer, her hand hovering uncertainly near yours before she let it drop.

You frowned, the words not quite registering. Your mouth was dry, your voice scratchy when you finally spoke. “Where am I?”

Her face fell, and for a moment, she looked utterly lost. Then she straightened, determination taking over the hesitation. “You’re in the hospital. You had an accident during training—your head…” Her voice cracked, and she cleared her throat. “It was bad.”

You blinked at her, confusion swirling in your mind. The pain in your head was intense, but the emptiness was worse—a hollow, gaping hole where memories should have been.

“I don’t—” you faltered, your heart racing. “I don’t remember anything.”

Her face crumpled, the devastation in her eyes impossible to miss. She looked away, blinking rapidly as if trying to hold herself together. “Not anything?”

You shook your head slowly, panic rising in your chest. “Not anything. Not… who are you?”

She sucked in a sharp breath, her hand gripping the edge of the bed so tightly her knuckles turned white. For a moment, she didn’t answer, and you thought she might just turn and leave. Instead, she swallowed hard and forced out the words. “I’m Leah. Leah Williamson. I’m… I’m your girlfriend.”

The air in the room felt heavier, suffocating. Girlfriend? The word meant nothing to you, but the anguish in her expression made guilt twist in your stomach. You stared at her, trying to find even a flicker of recognition in her face, but there was nothing.

“I don’t remember,” you murmured again, your voice barely audible.

Leah’s shoulders trembled as she looked at you, her composure cracking. “It’s okay,” she whispered, more to herself than to you. “We’ll fix this. We’ll figure it out. I’ll help you remember.”

Her voice was steady, but her eyes were red-rimmed, and the way she bit her lip told you she was barely holding herself together.

The days blurred together after that, one long string of tests, doctors’ visits, and unfamiliar faces. Leah was always there, a constant presence in the chaos, but every interaction was laced with an undercurrent of pain. She tried so hard to smile, to laugh, to act as though everything was normal, but you could see the cracks in her armor.

She brought you home after a week, guiding you into an apartment that was supposed to be familiar but felt like a stranger’s. The walls were covered in photos—of her, of you, of the two of you together. Smiling, laughing, holding hands.

In one picture, you were on her back, your arms wrapped around her shoulders as she grinned up at the camera. “That was in pre-season,” Leah said softly from behind you. You turned to see her watching you with a faint smile, though her eyes were damp. “You dared me to carry you the whole way back to the changing rooms after training.”

You stared at the photo, willing it to spark something—anything. But all you felt was the ache in your chest from knowing how much she wanted you to remember and how much you couldn’t.

The days turned into weeks, and Leah’s optimism never wavered, even as the weight of your amnesia bore down on both of you. She spent hours telling you stories about your life together, showing you videos and photos in the hope that something would trigger your memory.

“We met at Arsenal,” she said one night, sitting cross-legged on the couch beside you. “You transferred last year. I remember thinking you were so cocky, but then you made fun of my accent, and I knew I had to keep you around just to get back at you.”

You smiled faintly, more at her tone than the story itself. “Your accent?”

She rolled her eyes, though there was a flicker of something behind her playful demeanor. “I’m from Milton Keynes. You never let me forget it.”

You wanted to laugh, wanted to ease the tension in her shoulders, but the emptiness in your mind was overwhelming. “I wish I could remember,” you admitted quietly, staring at your hands.

Leah reached out, her fingers brushing yours. “You will,” she said, her voice firm despite the quiver in it. “And even if you don’t, we’ll make new memories. I’m not going anywhere.”

But the strain of it all began to show. Leah was patient and kind, but there were moments when the cracks in her facade became impossible to ignore. One night, after a particularly bad day, she broke down completely.

“I just want you back,” she whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands. Her shoulders shook, and the sound of her quiet sobs tore through you like a knife.

You didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to fix the pain you could see consuming her. “Leah…” you started, but your voice faltered.

She looked up at you, her eyes red and swollen. “Do you know how hard it is to look at you every day and know that you don’t remember me? That you don’t remember us?” Her voice cracked, and she quickly wiped at her cheeks. “I’m trying to be strong, but it’s killing me.”

Your chest ached, and you reached for her without thinking. Your hand rested on her shoulder, and for a moment, she leaned into your touch, her breathing uneven.

“I’m sorry,” you said, your voice thick with guilt. “I don’t know how to fix this.”

Leah shook her head, forcing a weak smile. “It’s not your fault. I know that. But I just… I miss you so much.”

You didn’t know what to say. The guilt and frustration were suffocating, but the sight of Leah breaking down in front of you was unbearable.

That night, as she lay beside you, her back turned and her breathing unsteady, you promised yourself you’d do everything you could to make this easier for her, even if it meant pretending you felt more than you did.

But pretending wasn’t necessary for long. The more time you spent with Leah, the more you began to see what she meant to you—what she still meant to you. It wasn’t in the stories she told or the photos she showed you. It was in the little things: the way she always knew how to make you laugh when the frustration of not remembering became too much, the way her fingers brushed yours when she thought you weren’t paying attention, the way she whispered “I love you” under her breath every night, even when she thought you were asleep.

One evening, as you lay on the couch with Leah beside you, her hand resting on your thigh, you found yourself staring at her. The soft curve of her lips, the way her lashes fanned against her cheeks, the gentle curve of her jawline.

“I don’t remember us,” you said quietly, your voice breaking the comfortable silence.

Leah’s eyes flickered to yours, cautious but hopeful.

“But I think I’m starting to understand why I loved you,” you finished, your heart pounding.

For a moment, Leah didn’t move, didn’t speak. Then, slowly, her lips curved into a smile—a real one, the kind that made her whole face light up. She reached for your hand, lacing her fingers with yours, and squeezed.

“You have no idea how much that means to me,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, the ache in your chest eased. The memories might not have returned, but the love you felt—the love you were rediscovering—was enough.

**

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[gamergirl929]

I Shouldn't Be Jealous (You Aren't Even Mine) (Kristie Mewis x Reader)

Kristie Mewis knew she didn't have the right to be jealous, sleeping together in no way meant you were dating. However, when she saw Alessia Russo's arms wrapped tightly around you, she couldn't help but march across the field and stake her claim on something she wanted and didn't have.

Disclaimer: Full disclosure, this fic contains smut, if that isn't your think, feel free to skip this one, otherwise, I hope you enjoy, feel free to let me know what you think, feedback is appreciated! ❤️❤️❤️

“Y/N!”  

You turn on your heels, your lips splitting in a massive grin when you see Alessia Russo jogging your way. 

Considering you were currently a member of Arsenal, you and Alessia were incredibly tight, you had grown up together after all and even when Alessia left the NWSL to play overseas, you were still thick as thieves.

Since your childhood, you were attached at the hip, partners in crime your parents would call you, and that still stands to this day.  

You can’t help but laugh when Alessia lifts you in the air and does a spin, the blonde kissing your cheek playfully.  

“Knock it off.” You snort, pushing her chest halfheartedly, the blonde wrapping her arms around your neck.  

“But it’s been so long since we seen each other!” She giggles and you roll your eyes.  

“I don’t think I’d call a few weeks a ‘long time’.” Your fingers forming quotation marks in the air.  

Alessia swats at your hands.  

“Don’t act like you didn’t miss me...” She smirks and you shake your head, knowing that she was right.  

“Shut up.”  

You’re so deep in conversation with your best friend, that you don’t realize you’re being watched closely by a certain mid-fielder, a mid-fielder who was currently fuming.

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Kristie Mewis was jealous, incredibly jealous.  

She knew she shouldn’t be; she knew she had NO reason to be, it wasn’t as if you were dating after all, but seeing Alessia Russo run up to you, wrapping her arms tightly around you and spinning you in her hold made her scowl.  

She knew you weren’t dating, sleeping together to blow of some steam didn’t mean you were dating, but she still couldn’t stop the urge to stake her claim, especially when Alessia’s hands rested gently on your waist.  

The final straw for her was when Alessia’s arms wrapped around your neck, the blonde kissing your cheek lovingly, whispering softly in your ear.  

Kristie’s hands ball into fists, her nostrils flaring.  

“What’s the matter with you?” Emily Sonnett asks, her brows furrowed.  

She follows Kristie’s gaze, her hazel orbs widening.  

Her lips split in realization, the blonde turning back towards her teammate.  

“Oh my god, you’re jealous.” She teases, falling silent when the older woman shoots her a glare.  

Emily bursts into laughter, her arms wrapped around her middle.  

“You’re SO jealous.” She snickers, Kristie’s blue orbs going aflame, something that makes Emily’s laughter cease.  

“Coming Lindsey!” She yells, Lindsey Horan turning towards her with an arched brow.  

“I didn’t-- 

“Yes, you did, now let's go.” She says, dragging the USWNT captain away, the woman wearing a confused expression.  

Meanwhile, Kristie is still seething, her feet subconsciously carrying her towards the two of you.  

You turn, your eyes widening when you see the look on Kristie’s face, your brows furrowing.  

“Is something wrong?” You ask as you approach her, the blonde glaring daggers at Alessia, her brows arched as Kristie reaches her hand out, shaking it a bit harder than necessary.  

“Good game.” She says through gritted teeth, Alessia’s blue orbs darting between the two of you.  

“Everything okay?” She asks, her brows knitted in confusion. 

Kristie takes your hand, intertwining your fingers with a smug smirk, noting the twitch at the corner of Alessia’s mouth.  

“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” Kristie asks, giving your hand a squeeze, her hand resting on the front of your jersey, your muscles prominent beneath her palm.  

“Are you ready?” She asks, your eyes dropping to the hand resting on your abdomen, your cheeks flushing. 

“U-Uh, yeah, give me just a second.” You say, turning towards Alessia, giving her a shrug, the two of you equally confused.  

“Well, I gotta get going anyway. It was great seeing you!” Alessia says, wrapping her arms around you once more, Kristie’s hand still very much in your own as you hug the English Player.  

Alessia turns, kissing your cheek again before she jogs towards her teammates, Kristie’s blue orbs burning holes in her back.  

“Are you okay?” You ask as you turn to Kristie, her blue orbs leaving Alessia’s retreating form and locking with your Y/E/C’s.  

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She says, her voice clipped.  

“Kris, I know you.” You say, placing your hands on her shoulders before you turn her towards you.  

“I know when something is wrong.” You say, ducking down to catch her gaze.  

Kristie sighs.  

“It’s nothing, now come on, we have to get to the locker room.” She says, dragging you across the field towards the locker room.  

You screech to a halt, your eyes widening, a smirk stretching across your face.  

“Were you staking your claim on me Mewis?” You ask teasingly, the woman stalling mid-step.  

“Were you jealous?” You say, poking her in the side playfully.  

She growls, turning on you her blue orbs locking with your Y/E/C’s.  

“I was NOT staking my claim on anything, and I am CERTAINLY not jealous.” She growls, her hand leaving yours as she stomps towards the locker room. 

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Kristie avoided you for the remainder of the day, you’d never seen the woman so jealous, but you also knew she’d never seen someone hanging all over you before.  

You hadn’t expected her to react the way she did however, you hadn’t expected the woman you were simply sleeping with to stake her claim on you in front of your best friend.  

In all honesty, it kind of made your heart swell.  

You knew when you started this arrangement with Kristie, it was about blowing off steam, about having your pleasure sated with someone you trusted, and that someone was Kristie Mewis.  

Your arrangement first started at the World Cup, the two of you sleeping together nearly the entirety of your time overseas.  

Though you thought no feelings would develop, they did, and they did in such a way that made you long for the blonde for more than just sex.  

You wanted her, in every sense of the word, you wanted to hold her, to call her yours, but that wasn’t what you agreed to, that wasn’t going to happen.  

At least that’s what you thought, now though, with her current display on the field in front of Alessia, you wondered if she felt the same way you do.  

Just as the thought cross your mind, your hotel room door swings open, the woman you were sharing it with making her way inside, her blue orbs meeting your Y/E/C’s.  

“Hey.” Kristie whispers, dropping her bag on the floor beside her bed before making her way out onto the balcony where you're standing.

The silence is tense, and awkward, the two of you choosing to remain silent, that is until Kristie’s hand moves to rest on top of your own.  

Your eyes widen, your cheeks flushing pink as she pushes her fingers in between your own.  

“You were right.” She confesses softly, your brows arching, though you remain silent.  

“I was jealous.” She mumbles, a small smile stretching across your face.  

“Why?” You ask, Kristie sighing softly as she shakes her head.  

“I-I just...” She stammers, her mouth opening and closing, as if searching for a way to put her thoughts into words.  

Instead, her mouth shuts, the blonde instead, cupping your cheeks gently before pulling you into a kiss.  

The kiss is unlike any you shared before, the kisses between you before driven by lust, this kiss however isn’t.  

It’s passionate, it’s soft, and loving, neither of you attempting to deepen the kiss like you typically did before, content with the slow and tender kisses you were sharing.  

You reluctantly part, Kristie’s forehead leaning against your own, your noses brushing lightly.  

“I love you, Y/N.” She confesses, your heart skipping a beat in your chest, your eyes going glassy.  

“I think I have for a while, and seeing you with Alessia, just...” She shakes her head, her gaze falling to the floor.  

“I wanted to be the one holding you like that.” She murmurs, her breath hitching when you tilt her chin upward with your fingertip until her eyes meet yours.  

“First off, Alessia and I are only friends, and that’s all we’ll ever be.” You say softly, gently stroking Kristie’s chin.  

“And second.” You pause, leaning in, your lips meeting hers again, the kiss even softer than the one you’d shared before.  

“I love you too.” You whisper, Kristie’s eyes widening, her blue orbs watery as she surges in, her lips slamming against your own.  

The kiss is intense and emotional, the small of your back meeting the balcony’s railing as you kiss, Kristie’s tongue eventually making its way into your mouth.  

Her breath catches in her throat when you guide her backwards, her back now meeting the opposite railing.  

Your tongues tangle, the blonde midfielder moaning into your mouth, her hands sliding up the back of your shirt, her fingertips prodding into your back. 

She gasps when you lift her into the air, pressing her against the balcony’s door, burying your face in her neck, the woman moaning as you nip at her pulse point.  

Her legs wrap around your middle as you suck a bruise into her neck, now staking your claim on the woman you have pinned between you and the glass door.  

You carry her into the room, gently placing her onto the bed’s surface, something you’d done multiple times, but this time it was so different.  

You jerk your shirt over your head, leaving you in nothing but a bra and the pajama bottoms you were wearing.  

Kristie holds her arms up, a signal that she wanted her upper body to be as bare as your own.  

You jerk her shirt over her head, tossing it across the room before crawling on top of her, your lips inches away from her own.  

“I know we’ve done this plenty of times before, but I want this to mean something.” You whisper, the woman’s chest rising and falling rapidly.  

You yelp when you’re rolled over onto your back, the woman now straddling your middle.  

You sigh when her hands settle on your stomach, her fingers prodding into your abdominal muscles as she teasingly runs a finger down the line between your abs.  

“I do too.” She says softly, smiling as she ducks down to kiss your lips before almost immediately pulling back.  

Your throat bobs when she undoes her bra in one swift motion, the sight of her bare chest never ceasing to make your cheeks flush.  

She moans softly, her head tilting backwards when you cup her breasts, lightly teasing her nipples with your thumbs.  

“Ah.” She moans when you sit up, your lips wrapping around one of her erect nipples, your tongue lashing against the pink bud.  

Lithe fingers tangle in your hair as you turn your attention to her other breast, giving it equal treatment as the other, but unlike the other, you leave small purple bruises in your wake.  

“Who’s staking their claim on who now?” Kristie teases and you chuckle, rolling the two of you over, her back now against the bed beneath you.  

“Nobody better ever see these besides me.” You say, flicking your tongue against her nipple again, Kristie gasping softly.  

She sits up, unhooking your bra, her lips wrapping around your own nipple, a groan crawling up your throat.  

“God, I love that sound.” She says against your breast, giving your nipple a light bite before turning her attention to the other.  

You push her back onto the bed, her back arching when you slide a hand between you, her slick already soaking through her shorts.  

“So wet for me, huh?” You ask, teasingly drawing small circles against the wet spot on her shorts.  

“Oh.” She moans, throwing her head back when your teasing caresses increase in speed, the circles you're drawing against her much faster than before.  

“Just like that.” She sighs, her brows knitting as your hand leaves her entirely.  

She moans loudly when she realizes your hand is sliding into her shorts, bypassing her panties and making direct contact with her clit.  

“Fuck.” She moans as you press your thumb against her clit, giving it a small rub.  

“Please.” She begs, whimpering when you tease her opening with your fingertips.  

“Mmm.” She whines when you slide two fingers into her tight heat, your fingers expertly and almost immediately finding her spongey frontal wall.  

She keens as your fingers slip in and out of her, curling in just the right way to massage the spot in her that makes her see stars. 

“Yessss.” She hisses, her dark blue orbs fluttering open, locking with your equally dark Y/E/C’s.  

“Keep your eyes open.” You whisper, your throat bobbing as she does everything to fight her fluttering eyelids, her core fluttering around your fingers.  

She gasps when you slip a third finger into her, the pulsating of her core around your fingers, telling you that she was close.  

“I love you, Kris.” You whisper, leaning in, your forehead resting against hers as your fingers slide in and out of her pulsing core.  

“I love too-- 

Kristie’s back arches, a high-pitched moan leaving her as she trembles, her core clenching down around you, pulling your fingers in.  

You draw small circles on her clit, prolonging her orgasm, the woman continuing to twitch and whimper. 

She grabs your wrist, stopping you from rubbing her clit any further.  

“Jesus.” She pants, a smirk stretching across your face as you grab her ruined shorts and panties, dragging them down her body and tossing them behind you.  

Your eyes lock with Kristie’s as you slide down her body, your tongue swiping across your lips as you hook Kristie’s legs up over your shoulders.  

You wiggle your eyebrows, the blonde giggling as you tickle her inner thighs with the tip of your nose.  

“Do you think you can handle anymore?” You ask, kissing the inside of her thigh tenderly.  

“We can always stop if you want.” You smile, leaning your cheek against her thigh, the blonde brushing a strand of loose hair out of your face.  

“You get in THAT position, and you think I’m going to tell you to stop now?” She asks with a grin, and you chuckle.  

“I will admit, I WAS hoping you wouldn't want to stop.” You smirk, your eyes falling to her glistening core.  

Kristie’s fingers tangle roughly in your hair when you surge in, running your tongue along her slit before flicking it against her clit.  

“Fuck.” She sighs, moaning when your tongue runs through her lower lips, teasingly circling her entrance.  

Her back arches, her eyes squeezed shut. 

“Right there.” She whimpers when you start sucking on the throbbing pink bundle of nerves between her legs.  

Kristie’s back arches off the bed as she climaxes with a loud cry that you know can be heard in the rooms nearby.  

She quakes violently, your lips wrapped firmly around her clit, sucking it wildly until she’s crying out again, being rocked with a third orgasm.  

This time, you stop, knowing the blonde was spent, the woman panting heavily, staring bleary eyed at the ceiling above.  

“You alright there?” You ask as you crawl up her body, the woman chuckling breathlessly as you collapse beside her.  

“More than alright.” She says, covering her eyes with her hands before she turns towards you, your arms wrapping around her as you pull her against your chest.  

“What about you?” She asks, and you hum, ducking down to kiss the top of her head.  

“I think we’ll have enough time for you to return the favor, don’t you?” You ask, the woman leaning back to look into your eyes, a loving smile stretched across your face, your Y/E/C orbs sparkling with what could only be described as pure adoration.  

She leans in, pressing her lips gently against your own, before bumping the tip of your nose with hers.

“Yeah, we do.” She says softly and your lips split in a grin.  

“You better, I mean I DID just make you orgasm three times.” You shrug and she rolls her eyes, giving your shoulder a playful shove.  

“Oh, trust me, I haven’t forgotten.” She snorts and you smirk your tongue trapped between your teeth as you sneakily slip your hand back between her legs, the woman gasping when your fingers again brush her clit.  

She whimpers, her arms wrapping tightly around you as you draw small circles against the swollen bundle of nerves between her legs. 

Her back arches as your small circles increase in speed, her brows furrowed.  

“Fuck.” She says, her mouth a gape, her head tilted back.  

It isn’t long before she begins shuddering as she climaxes again, her nails digging into your back as her thighs quake, the slick between her legs growing.  

“Shit.” She whispers against your neck, panting heavily, her hot breath dampening your skin.  

“You won’t forget that one either, right?” You ask, and she chuckles, kissing your collarbone.  

“Not a chance.” She says, continuing to pant, gently caressing your back, knowing she’d done some damage with her nails.

You snort, the woman pulling away from you with a furrowed brow.  

“What’s so funny?” She asks and you chuckle.  

“I thought you were going to murder Alessia.”  

She scoffs, hiding her face against your neck.  

“Shut up.” She mumbles and you chuckle, tightening your hold on the woman.  

“Come on, it was cute.”  

You yelp when she playfully nips at your collarbone.  

“It wasn’t cute.” She growls and you snort, the woman squeaking when you give her sides a squeeze.  

“It was.”  

She groans, nuzzling against your collarbone, a smirk stretching across your face.  

“If this is what happens every time you get jealous, I might have to make you jealous more often.” 

Kristie whines, her voice muffled by your shoulder, the exhaustion in her voice evident.  

“You better not.”  

You chuckle, kissing the top of her head again.  

“I only have eyes for you.” You whisper against the top of her head, smiling when you realize the woman has dozed off.   

You nuzzle against the top of her head before whispering again.  

“I’ve only ever had eyes for you Kristie Mewis and I will always only have eyes for you.”  

You tighten your hold on her, the woman humming as you bury your face in her blonde hair, you too eventually drifting off with the woman you loved, and the woman who loved you fast asleep in your arms.  

[lewrarris]

next top wag | oscar piastri x fem! footballer! reader

summary; in the world of formula one where wag culture is a big thing, everyone can agree that oscar piastri is the best one

fc; mallory swanson ( my girllll )

warnings; none (?)

note; uswnt/woso x f1 is my niche anyways plz ignore the dates on the tweets LMAOOAMZLS

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[katelynnwrites]

Look At Me, I’m A Star (You’re The Reason) | Ona Batlle

warnings: tissues are needed because a lot of tears will be involved

word count: 3668

summary: it’s always the next person that gets the better version but maybe in this case you’ll be the one who gets the better version of ona

chosen song: better version by fletcher

a/n: chapter 4/6 of you were bigger than the whole sky (you were more than just a short time)

Without Ona, there is no doubt that you would not be where you were today.

There was a good chance you would never have made it pro, let alone play for a huge club like Manchester United in a country entirely different from the one of your birth.

The two of you had always complimented each other, being the other half of your individual selves. Her positivity balanced out your tendency to go too far into your head and you were the calm to her easy excitement.

Ona was the one who pushed you to take your skills to the next level. You staying out late on the field with her because of her desire to be the best had inadvertently benefitted you as well. Having her as your training partner meant that day in and day out, you worked with one of the best fullbacks in the world.

Her holding your hand and rubbing your chest when you were anxious before games allowed you to confidently go out onto the pitch and prove your worth to the footballing world. (to prove what Ona had known even when you were both just children)

It was because of her that you were the fullback you were today. She helped you with the career you were making.

If that wasn’t enough, the brunette had also given you a family. One that had not just supported her but you as well, especially once you had started dating.

Their support had been invaluable because they had been there when your own family wasn’t. Ona’s family had become your family, Ona’s brother growing to become the brother you never had.

In fact they had been so sure Ona would one day make you an official member of their family and give you their last name as well. So much so that Ona’s father had given you his blessing when you were seventeen.

You remember the moment clearly, having just come back from a date with your then girlfriend.

Your then girlfriend who had opened the door, bounced up to her parents and announced, ‘She kissed me in the rain! Like in the movies!’

It didn’t matter that her whole body was soaked or that she was dripping water onto the floor. It definitely didn’t matter that you too were in a similar state because Ona was so happy that she was practically glowing.

The date hadn’t gone as planned, all of Ona’s careful planning for your day off being ruined by the rain.

She had wanted to take you to the beach (and you suspect, show off her new bikini). However, the rain had started as soon as the both of you had stepped onto the sand.

Ona’s crestfallen face had you tugging on her hand and smiling despite the downpour.

‘It’s okay Oni. I’m happy to go back to your place and cuddle?’

The brunette had tried to smile back but her disappointment was clear.

‘Cheer up mi amor, I like your bikini. You look beautiful in it.’

‘What? How?’ Ona’s confusion is adorable to you and you nudge her waist.

‘Oh!’

The rain had made Ona’s white shirt see through and you could definitely appreciate the way the wet material clings to her toned form.

You laugh, placing a hand on her cheek as you tiptoe to kiss her.

Ona reciprocates immediately, her hands resting on your waist.

She sneaks in a second breathtaking kiss as soon as the first one ends, pulling back to tilt her head in question cutely, ‘So cuddles?’

‘Yes cuddles.’

Your girlfriend is quick to grab your hand as the two of you race back to her family house.

Ona’s joy is so infectious that her parents smile too. Her mother laughs and you grin, kissing Ona’s cheek affectionately.

‘Go change Oni. We don’t want you getting sick mi amor.’

‘Okay.’ Ona squeezes your hand before she disappears into her room.

Before you can follow her, her father takes the rare opportunity of Ona not being beside you to hug you tightly, despite your drenched clothes.

‘Thank you for making my daughter so happy. I see the way you love and care for her. I view you as my daughter already but when Ona makes it official and gives you our last name, which we all know is only a matter of time, know that you have my blessing. I’d be honored to be your father in law.’

Ona’s mother joins in the hug, the older woman squeezing your hand tightly in hers.

‘You have both our blessings’

In that moment your whole chest feels tight, entirely choked with emotion.

******

You stay in your room for the better part of the day, spending the majority of the time crying.

It was so stupid of you to think that you could be friends again. It was even more stupid of you to think you could rebuild the trust that she had broken.

It is nearing evening when your tears finally slow.

The grief had dulled from a sharp pain to an ache in your chest though you knew from experience it would bounce between the two.

******

When Ona left, packing up the majority of her things and leaving you with just a note, it broke you.

Millie and the others had done their best to fix you, time had done its fair share but you were still hurting. Maybe it was the lack of closure or maybe it was the way she had just left, without talking to you. She hadn’t even bothered trying to fight for your relationship.

Nothing could have prepared you from coming back from the grocery store to find a note taped to the refrigerator door.

‘I can’t do this anymore. I’m going back to Barcelona.’

The absolute and overwhelming grief you had felt then, it was so much so that you couldn’t even cry.

You had just sat there, on the floor of your kitchen with Ona’s note held in your hand.

You knew that your relationship was going through a bad patch and it was true that both you and Ona hadn’t been communicating but you didn’t think she would break up with you just like that.

Twelve years of knowing each other, ten years of being hers and ten years of you calling her yours and it was over. Ten words from Ona ended the ten years of your relationship, the ten years of loving each other.

******

Deciding that you should get yourself something to eat or at least to drink (all your crying had made you thirsty), you manage to get yourself out from under your blankets.

Opening your door, you find Ona sitting outside.

Her knees are drawn up to her chest, eyes red and swollen as she looks up at you.

Your bottom lip wobbles and you manage a shaky, ‘What are you doing here?’

‘I’m not leaving you. I did that once and it was the biggest mistake of my life. I won’t make it again and I won’t break any more promises to you.’ Her voice is determined despite the tear tracks on her cheeks.

‘Ona…’

The brunette shakes her head, scrambling to her feet and pushing a neatly tied up stack of letters into your hand.

‘Read these. Please, I am begging you to read them. Read them and if you still want me to leave after, I’ll leave. If you never want to hear from me ever again, you won’t. Just please, por favor read them.’ She pleads.

You look down at the letters, about five in total, each in their own envelopes and labeled with a date. Three of them have your birthday written on them. One for each birthday you had spent without her.

Wordlessly, you turn back around to enter your bedroom, sitting down on the bed.

Ona hovers by the doorway but doesn’t make a move to enter.

You open the first of the letters. The one from your twenty fourth birthday, two months after Ona left Manchester.

******

Mi amor,

You’re twenty four today and I nearly bought a plane ticket to come see you. I don’t think you would have wanted that though, not after the way I left.

You’re special, you’re kind and you’re beautiful. I was the luckiest person in the world to have had the chance to be loved by you. I am so sorry I ever ruined that.

I can’t remember a time where I wasn’t there for your birthday. I wish I could give you your birthday kisses, like I have every year since we were fourteen. Since we were twelve, if you count the cheek kisses I used to give then. But I know I don’t have that right anymore.

I don’t think I should have the right to miss you either but I do. I miss you so much.

I miss our late night conversations at stupid o’clock when you would come up with all those facts I’ve never even heard of. I love that about you. I miss the way you’d run your fingers through my hair. I miss you playing with the rings I wear. I miss knowing that at the end of every day I have you to come home to.

I could go on about everything I miss but most of all I just miss you. I miss you.

Happy birthday amor. You deserve to have the best day.

Yours forever,

Ona

******

You trace the dried tear stains on the paper. They told you that Ona meant what she had written, that the words that she had penned down were enough to move her emotionally.

It was heartfelt you could see that but everything in the letter contrasted her actions.

You don’t understand. You were even more lost now than when she had first left you.

Chancing a glance at Ona, you see that she is still standing in the doorway. Her body posture is rigid, eyes nervously watching you.

So you move on to the second letter, the one dated from your twenty fifth birthday.

******

Mi amor,

Feliç aniversari.

It’s been a year and I still miss you every day. I still wake up at night and reach for you only to find that you aren’t there. I know that is my doing and I hope that one day I will be able to offer you a sufficient explanation.

I remember the time we had a game on your birthday and I promised you that I would get you a goal. I remember driving up the wing to assist you, I remember the way you headed it into the net. I especially remember the way you told me you loved me when you jumped into my arms in celebration.

Out of everyone on the pitch that day, you chose me to celebrate your goal with first. It was your moment and yet you managed to make it special for the both of us. You made it feel like we were the only two people in the stadium.

I remember everything we’ve done together because you’re amazing. You’re so so incredibly amazing and I have never deserved you.

I am really sorry.

Just know that I don’t think I will ever be able to move on from you. I am yours, I always have been.

I hope you have a great day, you deserve it.

Yours still,

Ona

******

The ink in the following letter is entirely smudged. Ona’s handwriting was shaky and you know, in your heart, that she had been in great distress when she wrote it.

It’s not from one of your birthdays but rather from two weeks after she broke up with you.

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Mi cielo,

I went home today, to Vilassar de Mar. My parents are disappointed in me. My brother is angry with me, for what I did to you.

They didn’t say it but I know they are.

What’s worse is that they are right.

They are right. I should never have left you, especially in the way that I did. You deserve better than that.

I need to fix this but I don’t know how. I should have just talked to you about how I was feeling, talking to you has always made me feel better.

Closing myself off from you was the worst possible thing I could have done, I see that now.

I don’t know why two weeks ago I thought that breaking up with you was the right decision to make. What we had was special and you are the most important person in my life.

For the past three months I’ve been feeling lost but that is nothing compared to how I feel now. I don’t know how to do this without you, I don’t know how to live a life without you.

I should have said yes when you asked me to marry you. I’ve dreamt of that moment for so long and I know you have too. You were are perfect and you did everything right.

You tried to fix us all on your own and I should have let you in. If I had, maybe you would still love me.

I’m so incredibly sorry I ruined us. I ruined everything and I’ll never be able to forgive myself for that. I hate myself for hurting you.

Please be okay, I hope Millie and the rest of the team are taking good care of you.

Yours always,

Ona

******

Your falling tears further smudge the writing and you look up at Ona who looks fearfully back at you.

There’s so many questions that you have but you move on to read the rest of the letters.

The next one you pick up is from your twenty sixth birthday.

******

Amor,

You have stars in your eyes. You’re so absolutely beautiful and talented.

I watched the goal you scored at the Theatre Of Dreams. It was an amazing one, an absolute golazo. I was screaming at my television, I think my neighbours hate me. Goalkeepers all around the world are going to be terrified of the power in your right foot.

You played at Old Trafford on your birthday this year, I can’t think of anyone who deserves the honor of scoring the winning goal more.

Felicitats on that and on turning twenty six.

I have so many things I want to tell you but I don’t know if you’ll want to hear them. This is your third birthday that we’ve spent apart and I just want you to know that I am proud of you for what you’ve accomplished in these three years.

For what it’s worth, I am incredibly proud of you.

Yours entirely,

Ona

******

The one you’re reading now is the last one. The date written on it is the tenth of July, the day you bumped into Ona at the cafe.

******

Mi vida,

I saw you today and you took my breath away. Three years without you and you still do that. You still have my heart and I imagine you always will.

I know that you probably hate me and that’s okay. It’s what I deserve.

In case I get the chance to see you again, I’ve written this letter for you, to try and explain why I left you. Giving you an explanation is the least I can do.

I have tried for the past three years to make sense of what was going through my head at that time. This is what I’ve managed to understand.

I have spent more than half my life loving you. For nine of those years, you loved me back. Those nine years were the best of my whole life.

I can’t remember a time where I didn’t love you. We’re twenty seven now, well I am but you will be too in September and I have loved you since we were twelve and playing for La Masia together.

In a decade we have had a lifetime of love. Every milestone I had, you were there celebrating it with me. Likewise, every milestone you had, I was there celebrating it with you.

Those three months leading up to me breaking up with you, I began to have these thoughts in my head. At first they only happened when I was alone but then they began to become nightmares that kept me up at night.

Eventually they became all I could think about, especially when I was with you.

I know it hurt you when I began to pull away but back then I couldn’t see any other option.

I was so scared of being hurt that I hurt you too.

By the time I realised that, I thought it would be best if I just left. I’d hurt you so much already so I figured that a clean break would be best.

Everyone has told me that that was wrong of me, mainly because I never let you have a say in the decision.

Our relationship has always been based on us being equals and having good communication. I failed you when I didn’t let you in. If I had just opened up about the thoughts in my head, we wouldn’t be living so far apart now.

I know you knew something was wrong very early on. You were always the best at understanding me, sometimes better than I knew myself. You knew I was growing distant and I think you proposed to me because you wanted to show me how committed you were to our relationship. I need you to know I never should have questioned your commitment. You’ve never given me a reason to.

Your proposal was like heaven and hell at the same time. You made everything perfect, my favourite home cooked food and the simplicity of it all. It was just us in our home. It was everything I dreamt of since we were children.

The ring you chose would have been beautiful, I never saw it but I know that I would have loved it. I regret not giving you the chance to even open the box every day.

But at that point those awful thoughts had already taken over my mind and you asking me to marry you dropped me in the deep end.

I knew that I was scared of how much I loved you but your proposal made it so much more real. It made me realise that I wouldn’t know what to do without you. That scared me so badly that saying no seemed like the only choice I had.

Watching the light in your eyes die when I said no, I know I broke your heart that day. If I could go back in time and change my answer, I would. But I can’t.

Our lives have always been so intertwined that I feared being lost without you.

I let that fear take over and I lost the most important person in my life because of it.

Even as I was distancing myself from you, as I was causing you pain, you were kind, you were warm and you were patient. You’ve never been anything but good to me. I don’t deserve that. I don’t deserve you.

Sorry will never be enough for the hurt I’ve caused you. I will spend the rest of my life apologising and making it up to you, if you’ll let me. Even that will never be enough for me breaking your trust and all the promises I’ve made to you.

I still think of you, you are the better half of me. You’ll always be my everything.

Yours forever and always,

Ona

******

You’re openly crying when you finish reading.

‘I thought you didn’t want me. I thought that you’d left because you found someone else. I didn’t know that I wasn’t the only one hurting all these years.’

Ona looks stricken, she’d never thought that you would think you were unwanted.

She is barely able to resist the urge to run to you, to hold you tight and cover you with kisses. To assure you that you were wanted. That you were so so wanted and the problem was never with you but with her.

She forces herself to remain frozen in her spot, only daring to meet your gaze when you hiccup and ask, ‘Why did you come back?’

‘I came back because Aitana told me that you still asked about me. I didn’t know you still cared about me. It was an impulse decision to buy a plane ticket and once I was here I began to think it through. I had bought a return ticket but since it wasn’t for a few hours, I couldn’t resist going to our cafe and that’s when I ran into you. That’s why I decided to push back my flight and write that letter.’

Ona takes in a deep breath, steadying her voice when she continues her explanation, ‘I asked you to come to the cafe to give you the letters. Then you sidetracked my plans in the way you have always done, in the best way possible. I was only supposed to be here for the rest of that week but every time that I met you, I couldn’t bear to leave. It was selfish of me to go along with your plans when I owed you the truth.’

Her effort to keep her tears at bay fails then, ‘I’m so sorry I ever hurt you. You deserved better, you deserve better.’

The fresh tears that spill from your eyes don’t stop you from asking, ‘Are you a better version now?’

Your former girlfriend nods determinedly, ‘For you I will be. I have tried my best to learn when we were apart and I will continue to do my best to try.’

That’s good enough for you because pushing yourself off the bed and crossing the room quickly, you’re in front of her in a moment and grabbing her cheeks in your hands as you pull her in for a kiss.

Spanish Translations:

mi amor - my love

por favor - please

mi cielo - my darling

mi vida - my life

amor - love

Catalan Translations:

feliç aniversari - happy birthday

felicitats - congratulations

[lewisvinga]

not just a wag | oscar piastri x fem! leclerc! footballer! reader

summary; the leclercs are still crazy protective over their baby sister, ESPECIALLY when she’s dating a fellow f1 driver

fc; emily fox

warnings; cursing

all works taglist; @goldenmclaren @namgification @c-losur3 @minkyungseokie @lavisenri @ollieshifts

note; requested ! ok so turns out as monaco doesn’t have a women’s team??? or they did but not anymore??? idk so we are gonna pretend the kit emily wears is a monaco kit and not an arsenal kit🤍 but anyways my uswnt girlies won gold😋

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arthur_leclerc: stay???? away?????

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landonorris: wow 4 years and no ring???

charles_leclerc: lando?

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charles_leclerc: shut the fuck up.

oscarpiastri:🤨

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username: no one talking abt lando’s comment??? just me??? ok🤨

[sunrizef1]

Gold Medal Baby

Pairing: Logan Sargeant x Reader

Warnings: None, cursing, one “kms” joke

Authors Note: wait… I love this 🫣 I was like half-way through a Lando fic and I've had one screenshot for this in my drafts for a few months but I had a sudden bout of inspiration and had to finish this lol

Face Claim: Trinity Rodman

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uswnt america misses you 🫶

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lewishamilton that must be so hard for you

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user11 she's just like Logan Sargeant lmfao, the Americans stuck in England for the 4th haha

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user14 MY GLORIOUS AMERICAN QUEEN

user15 wait I love the pink hair

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user17 hey girl…. Can we talk about your kids or.…

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user18 only y/n could make that heinous outfit look cute

user19 GIRL YOUR FAMILY

user20 @/lewishamilton what do you know

user21 my fav American

logansargeant good luck ✨

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user22 love seeing f1 drivers on her posts, Lewis rly is her grid dad

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user25 ✨🎉

user26 u rly know Lewis is her grid dad because theyre both the goats 🐐 🫣

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user27 don't let this distract you from her secret husband btw

user28 WHAT A GAME

lewishamilton so good! 👏🏽✨

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user29 ahhhhh!!! 🇺🇸🇺🇸

landonorris good game!

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user30 anyways, let's hear about that husband of yours

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user32 IT’S COMING HOME 🇺🇸

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user36 WEEEE ARE THE CHAMPIONSSSSS MY FRIENDSSSSS

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user39 QUEENNNN 👸

alexmorgan 😌🇺🇸

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user43 and if I asked where her secret family is????

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lilymhe 🥹🤍

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user46 TWINS????? AWWWWWWW

lewishamilton enjoy your break 🙌🏽

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user47 they're so cute

user48 sleeping on a road tonight

user49 queennnnn

sophiasmith my favs 🥹🫶🏽

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user51 Oscar??? What r u doing here girl???

user52 so he's blond…. @\taylorswift rally your stans, we need that CIA level of investigation to find out who that man is

user53 as a swiftie, Logan Sargeant.

user52 LMFAO, that's actually so funny tysm

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georgerussell cant wait to see them once the season starts again! 🙌

landonorris I thought you weren't close???

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user56 HUH????????

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user58 THAT SWIFTIE WAS RIGHT

oscarpiastri i would like to claim my rightful place as the favourite uncle/babysitter

sophiasmith WRONG 🚨

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user60 LOGAN?????

user61 was not expecting to see a hard-launch when I opened Instagram today 😭

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logansargeant ME 😌💍

user62 wait! They're adorable! 😭❤️🤍💙

maxverstappen you're the twitter screenshot husband man?

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maxverstappen thank you for being the reason for Lando’s embarrassment 🤝

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lewishamilton happy for you guys 🙌🏽

logansargeant thanks Lewis 🤙

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user65 wait I love them I'm gonna cry 😭

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[meazalykov]

first lady

barcelona femeni x uswnt!reader

summary: the girls give you a nickname for being the first american on the senior team

the day you arrive at barcelona feels like a dream. the journey from being just another girl playing in american youth leagues to standing in the famed blaugrana colors is something you never imagined happening. 

you walk into the training grounds two days after your signing was official, trying to keep your nerves in check. the weight of being the first american on barcelona femení’s senior team presses on your shoulders. 

keep in mind you’re the first american on the senior team.. there is an american at la masia, onyeka, who you’ve been in contact with– you hope to play with her someday. she has been telling you about the fun experience playing in barcelona. 

you’re humble but you can’t wait to see what onyeka is talking about. 

the first person you meet is alexia. she approaches you with a calm confidence, her presence demanding respect even though she doesn’t say much at first. 

“bienvenida,” she says simply, her smile small but warm. it’s clear she’s sizing you up, trying to see if you’re up to the challenge. there’s no coldness in her eyes though, just curiosity.

you return the smile, trying not to seem too overwhelmed. 

“gracias. it’s an honor to be here.”

“we’ll see how you do in training,” she says shortly after she gets to know you, teasing, but the underlying tone is serious. 

alexia is known for her dedication, and she’s testing you without even needing to. her acceptance means everything here.

from that moment, she takes you under her wing. she doesn’t hover or smother, but she’s there when you need her on and off of the pitch. during drills, she’s quick to offer tips, showing you the ropes of how barcelona plays—fluid, fast, and always a step ahead. 

it’s a steep learning curve, but you thrive on it. your dribbling skills, honed from years of street-style play and youth development back in the states, shine here in ways even you didn’t expect.

you notice the way some of your teammates watch you closely at first—wondering if you’ll live up to the hype. the media had already dubbed you the "american girl version of ronaldinho" for your flair and trickery with the ball, and it seems the team had caught wind of the nickname, too. 

slowly, as you start dancing past defenders in the league and champions league— leaving them in your wake.

the skepticism by the team fades, replaced by respect.

alexia seems particularly impressed by your ball control. during the first el clasico, after you nutmeg two defenders and finish with a perfect strike, she pulls you aside. 

“not bad,” she says, though her smirk tells you she’s genuinely impressed. 

“keep playing like that, and you’ll fit in here just fine.”

you start to settle in over the next few weeks. the locker room becomes a second home, the banter flowing easier as the language barrier fades.

 you’re still working on your spanish, but with every day, you pick up more phrases, understanding the jokes, and joining in on the conversations. 

the younger players, especially vicky, start warming up to you quickly. she loves your laid-back vibe, but also the intensity you bring on the field.

alexia, though, remains your closest connection. she never hesitates to correct you or push you harder in training. she also pulls you into the social side of the team. the late-night dinners, the coffee stops after practice, the little moments that build a bond off the pitch as much as on it.

two months in, you feel like you’ve found your place. the media continues to talk about your dribbling, and your presence as the first american on the team still makes headlines. 

the comparisons to ronaldinho haven’t stopped, though they’ve started to bother you less. you just want to be seen as you—not a copy of someone else, no matter how legendary.

it is after one particularly grueling training session that the idea of a new nickname starts floating around the locker room. 

you’re outside on the pitch with patri, perfecting your penalties while the rest of the team heads into the locker room. 

inside, vicky, ellie, and ewa sit around, chatting while everyone cools down.

“so, what do you think we should call her?” vicky asks, leaning back against her locker. 

“i mean, she’s amazing, but we can’t keep calling her ‘the american ronaldinho.’”

“yeah, she’s her own player,” ellie agrees. 

“we need something that fits her.”

ewa, sitting across from them, grins. 

“but it has to tie in with her being american, right? i mean, it’s a big deal. maybe not to her– but she’s the first american to play on the senior team for the women.”

ellie nods, deep in thought. 

“maybe something with ‘first’? i mean, she is the first…”

they go back and forth for a while, throwing out suggestions. nothing seems to stick, though, until ewa suddenly straightens up, her face lighting up like she’s cracked the code.

“wait, i’ve got it,” she says, snapping her fingers.

“how about ‘first lady’?”

the room goes quiet for a second as everyone processes it.

pina raises an eyebrow. 

“first lady? like... the president’s wife?”

ewa shrugs, still grinning. 

“yeah, but think about it. she’s the *first* american on the team. it’s perfect. and it’s an american term, so it’s fitting.

"plus, y/n got elegance on the ball." patri notes.

slowly, the others start to nod, the idea settling in. salma, sitting on the opposite side of the room, lets out a laugh. 

“that’s genius. she’s literally our ‘first lady.’”

before long, everyone’s onboard, laughing and testing out the nickname as they get ready to head out. 

the whole team seems to love it, and as they file out of the locker room, they’re excited to see how you’ll react.

meanwhile, you’re still out on the pitch, working through your penalties with patri. by the time you make your way back inside, you’re sweaty and tired, but satisfied with the extra work. as you step into the locker room, you immediately notice the way everyone is looking at you, a few smirking, some trying not to laugh.

salma is the first to break. 

“hey, ‘first lady,’ how’d the penalties go?”

you blink in confusion, pausing mid-step. 

“wait, what?”

salma grins wider, the rest of the team now barely holding back their laughter. 

“you know, ‘first lady,’ since you’re the first american here.”

it takes a second for it to click, but when it does, you burst out laughing, doubling over as you process the absurdity of it. 

“first lady? seriously?”

the whole room erupts into laughter with you, and suddenly, it feels right. the nickname sticks, and soon, it’s all anyone calls you. 

at first, it’s a playful joke, but after a few weeks, you realize it’s become your new identity within the team. 

even mapi starts using it, giving you a teasing smirk during passing drills.

“first lady, over here!” she calls during one session, and you can’t help but shake your head, grinning.

as the season rolls on, you know you’ll keep proving that you’re not just the first american here—you’re their first lady.

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