woso-scotland

[woso-scotland]

Please stop playing the women's national team games at Hampden we only average somewhere between 5 and 10 thousand fans on average. Why not continue to play games at Easter Road, or how about another stadium that's not in Glasgow.

It's bad enough for me having to make the hour and a half drive to Glasgow. Now imagine how bad it is for people living in Aberdeen or Inverness. Why not have the games played somewhere more central and maybe at a smaller stadium like in Edinburgh, Perth, or even Dundee

[woso-scotland]

Kristie mewis x reader panic attack or maybe a little relapse with reader and Kristie is there as her girlfriend .

Safe With You

Kristie Mewis x fem!reader

summary: during a girls’ night out, you encounter someone you never thought you’d see again, triggering a panic attack. Your best friend Kristie helps you through it and later helps reveal true feelings

“Ooo, this one right here!” Kelley yells, pointing out the downtown club. Some of the gotham girls, along with you, decided it was a beautiful night out and since you didn’t have any responsibilities the next day, it was a perfect time to go out.

“How many more do you think we’re gonna go to?” You ask, leaning over to Kristie’s ear so no other pondering friends can listen in.

“Let’s hope this will be the last.” Kristie huffs, wrapping her arm around your shoulder and dragging you along with the group.

None of the girls are drunk but most are definitely tipsy. You have only had about two and a half drinks within the past couple of hours, so you’re not feeling any effects while Kristie has only had three.

Kelley is the most drunk out of everyone, even the younglings, and when Kelley is drunk, she never wants to stop partying. Many of the girls are not protesting considering this is the first free day they have had in weeks, especially Ali with having to take care of her kids.

The group finds a table somewhat in the corner of the bar, and a few of the girls go to the bar to order drinks. Kristie and you both sit on the high-top chairs across from Midge and Jenna. Kristie and Midge are in a heated discussion on what’s the best way to style and take care of your eyebrows while you and Jenna watch them with amused smiles.

Suddenly, a prickling at the back of your neck makes you turn around and flit your gaze nervously across the crowded room, almost as if a sudden fog made its way into the bar. As much as you look, you can’t seem to find anything out of the ordinary.

Relief washes over your face when Lynn arrives with hands full of drinks, sparking cheers around the table. Sure you haven’t drank much yet, but that just gives you reason to drink more now. Once you get a hold of your drink, you begin to take multiple large gulps, shocking the girls around you.

“Damn girl, the drink isn’t going anywhere.” Lynn teases while the other girls laugh along.

Kristie just stares at you in bewilderment, not being used to this side of you. You blush under everyone’s gaze and look around the dance floor to try and remove the unwanted attention.

Within minutes, many of the girls are pulled onto the dance floor, leaving you with Kristie and Midge at the table.

“How about you? What was the last date you had?” Midge asks you since you’re the only one who hasn’t shared. You shift a little uncomfortably at the two girl’s stares, especially one being your best friend who you have grown attracted to within the past year.

“Umm, it was a blind date set up by my friend a few months ago. He was sweet and all, but I just didn’t see it going anywhere.” You shrug, taking another sip of your drink.

“What did he do? Profession wise.” Midge wonders, intrigued by your love life you barely share any detail about.

“A lawyer.”

“So let me get this straight. He was sweet, a lawyer, and a good friend of your friend. Was he ugly?”

“No, he wasn't ugly at all, it’s just, I don’t know honestly.” You exhale, rubbing your hands on the glass cup sitting on the table.

“There has so got to be more to that story, but I’ll let you off the hook. For now.” Midge teases with a daunting glare directed at you.

You didn’t even realize how silent the blonde next to you had become. You couldn’t say the real reason as to why the blind date didn’t become a second one when the reason is sitting next to you. Around the time of the date, you began to feel new feelings about your best friend, and you’re still trying to depict them.

“You never told me about that date.” Kristie states, finally speaking up.

“I didn’t think it was that important.” You say, tensing your shoulders up subconsciously at the scene. Kristie just hums, not believing you for a second but deciding to let it go.

Soon Kelley returns to the table, drunk and ditsy, claiming everyone is such party poopers. You all roll your eyes at the girl but chuckle, and soon the blonde next to you is dragged by Kelley to the dance floor.

Kristie looks at you with pleading eyes as her arm is getting tugged off, begging for you to get her out of it, but you just shrug with an entertained smile. You notice the midfielder lipping something at you with a glare, but you’re too tipsy to understand.

“So, about that lawyer.” You laugh at the younger girl’s persistence, shaking your head with a disbelief look.

“Midgey, like I told you-”

That’s when you hear it. That booming, raspy laugh just a few feet away from you. You thought you’d never have to hear that ugly sound ever again, but of course, you’re proven wrong.

You slowly turn around, and when you do, you catch eyes with someone you haven’t seen since Boston College. His sinister smirk stretches across his face as he takes a sip of his beer, eyeing you up while the fear in your eyes grows.

Pins and needles spread through your limbs, leaving you numb. The glass in your hand feels distant, as if it belongs to someone else. Your ears become muffled, blocking Midge’s worried calls out for you. And then your heartbeat. It starts to speed up five times its usual pace, causing your breathing to match its fast rate.

“Midge, what’s going on?” Ali asks, having come back to rest from all the dancing.

“I have no clue, one second we were talking and the next we weren’t.” Midge furrows her eyebrows with a worried expression, trying to figure out how to help.

“Here, help me take her outside.” Ali demands, continuing to try and grab your attention and ask if it’s okay if she touches you.

When you don’t answer, Ali softly touches your arm and when you don’t react, she wraps your arm around her shoulder to support your weight. Midge wraps her arms around your midsection once Ali stands you up, and you can’t even feel either touch.

The girls get you so close until you suddenly become deadweight in the corner of the bar, dragging the two girls down with you so you don’t get injured. Your knees curl up to your chin, and your arms wrap around your legs. Your whole body feels like TV static, numbing your mind along with it.

“What do we do? She’s clearly panicking!” Midge begins to freak out, becoming extremely worried at your state, watching tears run down your wide eyes.

“Go get Kristie.”

“What?”

“Go grab Kristie! Now, Midge!” Ali doesn’t mean to yell, but she’s not sure how long you’ll go without passing out. Midge nods her head determinedly and runs onto the dance floor through the sweaty bodies to find the midfielder.

You never thought you’d run into that pathetic excuse of a man again. The beginning of your relationship was great sophomore year, but then it began to grow more tense. Arguing about the future, miscommunications, and disagreements turned into pushes, then slaps, and finally full-on punches.

It took you getting a concussion to finally put an end to what was happening. Kristie was there from the beginning, constantly trying to get you to move in with her and leave him, but you just couldn’t. Despite the abuse, you felt as if he still loved you.

Then a few months after the breakup came the stalking and threatening. He would follow you to classes, work, and even practices just to scare you. Along with that, we would make burner accounts and threaten to lie to the dean to get you kicked from school, and show explicit photos to your friends and family.

It took Kristie speaking up for you to finally file a restraining order. Ever since then, you haven’t seen or heard a peep from the man.

“What’s going on!” Kristie’s voice cuts through the loud air, approaching your curled-up body.

“We don’t know.” Midge admits, biting her lip anxiously at the scene of Kristie trying everything to get your attention.

“Well, what the hell happened!” Kristie’s voice raises, absolutely terrified at the state you're in and wanting to do whatever she can to get you out of it.

“One second we were talking and then the next she looked around and went into this!”

“Looked around?”

The midfielder quickly glances around the room, attempting to follow in your footsteps, and that’s when she sees it. More like sees him. That same smug smirk she remembers seeing years ago.

“Kriegs, I need you to go grab security. Quickly.” Without any hesitation, Ali runs to look for bouncers while Kristie turns her glare from the man over to you with a softened look.

Your eyes are looking everywhere and nowhere all at once. They’re moving yet you can’t focus or see a thing, but when you hear that familiar soothing voice, your vision begins to unblur.

“There you are.” The blonde states, watching your gaze finally make contact with hers.

Within seconds, your breathing begins to slow, reverting back to its original pace as soon as it can, helping your body relax and unnumb. Just the sound of Kristie’s voice and the soft touch of her hand have helped tremendously, although you aren’t in the clear.

Your breaths have slowed down from before but it’s still rapid compared to the normal rate, and most of your body remains dizzy.

“What can I help you with, ma’am?” The bouncer asks, approaching you two with Ali right next to him.

“I need you to get that man out of here.” Kristie demands, pointing to the cause of all this chaos.

“We can’t kick him out without cause. We haven’t heard any complaints.” The man asserts with furrowed brows, but Kristie doesn’t seem to take it.

“Is a restraining order enough? Escort him out or I will, sir.”

Many of the girls who have now gathered around, not too close to overwhelm you, eyes widened with impressed looks and smiles as they watch the bouncer scram to escort him out.

“Wow. Don’t wanna mess with Kristie and her girl.” Nealy mumbles to a nodding Jenna.

Meanwhile, you’re finally making progress on being able to talk, hear, and breathe normally. A lot of your body remains tingly along with weakness, but the blonde girl alongside you helps you with everything.

“Here she is.” Kristie murmurs softly, her voice cutting through the haze in your mind like sunlight breaking through a curtained window. Her steady tone anchors you, and your frantic gaze finally meets hers.

“You’re okay, you’re safe. I’m right here.” She calmly says, her touch is gentle but firm, hands rubbing slow, deliberate circles on your arms.

Your chest heaves as you fight to regain control of your breathing, each inhale catching like a hiccup in your throat. But her words, her presence, they’re a lifeline. Slowly, the static buzzing in your body begins to fade, replaced by a dull ache and a tingling warmth where her hands rest on your arms.

“That’s it.” Kristie encourages, her eyes locked on yours. “Breathe with me, okay? In and out.”

You nod shakily, mimicking her deep breaths. Your lungs still feel tight, but the rhythm she sets calms the chaos in your chest. Gradually, the room sharpens around you; the distant thrum of music, the faint chatter of the girls nearby. It’s overwhelming, but Kristie keeps your focus tethered to her.

“There you go.” she says when your breathing finally steadies. “You’re doing so good, honey.”

Your heart stumbles at her words, warmth spreading through your chest despite the lingering fear. You manage a small nod, though the effort feels monumental.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, your voice hoarse and shaky. “I don’t know what happened. I saw him, and-”

“Stop, you don’t have to explain right now. It’s not your fault.” Kristie interrupts gently, shaking her head.

“She’s right, Y/n. None of this is your fault.” Midge steps closer, her face lined with concern.

You exhale shakily, the pressure in your chest lightening as you take in their words. Slowly, with Kristie’s help, you rise to your feet. Your legs wobble, lightheadedness threatening to pull you down again, but her arm is already around your waist, holding you steady.

“Easy, I’ve got you.” She says softly, her steady grip grounding you.

Her closeness, the protective strength in her touch, is almost too much to bear. Your cheeks flush a deep red, and you glance away, hiding the way her presence affects you. But Kristie notices, of course she does. Her hand lingers on your waist as her gaze searches yours.

“How about we head home, yeah?” The older girl suggests with a small smile.

“Yeah.”

—

When Kristie suggested going home, you both decided to just stay over at her apartment. It was close and for some reason comfier than yours in your opinion.

The midfielder was quick to offer you her clothes to sleep in which included a t-shirt and shorts. You were so relieved to take off the tight pants you had on along with your bra that felt like it was pushing your breasts all the way into your back.

You’re both cuddled together on the couch watching some sitcom on the TV. Cuddling isn’t new to you two, but ever since you realized your feelings for the older girl, your chest tightens and your cheeks flush whenever she gets this close.

Within minutes you’re asleep on the blonde’s chest, your cheek resting on her grey sweater and hair splattered across your face. Kristie is not too far behind, having soothed herself to sleep by threading her nails through the top of your head while the show in the background plays lightly.

The night passes in a peaceful blur, and when morning comes, sunlight streams through the window, warming your face. You squint against the brightness, groaning softly as you blink yourself awake. The warmth of Kristie’s arm draped over you lingers, grounding you in the moment, but you still try to sit up as well as you can without waking the girl.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Kristie rasps, her voice low and husky from sleep, with a sleepy grin spreading across her face as she stretches her arms over her head.

If you were half asleep before, you sure as hell aren’t now. The sound of her morning voice, paired with the pet name, sends a shiver down your spine. You’re not used to this side of her, so confident, so close. It makes your pulse race in ways you’re not sure you can control.

Kristie immediately notices the change in your posture despite only being up for a few minutes. She slowly sits up next to you, watching the side of your face and observing your reaction to her getting closer to you. When you turn, you slightly jump having not actually seen her move up close to you.

“Hi.” You manage a shaky smile, your heart still racing from the sudden closeness.

“Hi.” The girl’s lips curl into a soft grin, her blue eyes flickering between yours as if searching for something unspoken. The way she leans closer makes your breath hitch.

A new tension rises between you two as you both stare at one another with longing eyes, wanting so much more but not making a move. You don’t want to pull away. Maybe this is when something can happen between you two, but you’re too afraid to make the first move.

Suddenly, Kristie’s voice breaks the air with something unexpected.

“Please tell me to stop if I’m doing something you don’t want or like.”

Your breath catches in your throat as her words hang in the air. Kristie’s voice is quiet, almost hesitant, but there’s a certainty in her tone that makes your pulse quicken once again. Her gaze remains locked on yours, searching for any sign of hesitation.

You should say something. Anything. But all you can do is stare at her, your heart pounding in your chest like it’s trying to escape, too nervous to do something wrong.

“Kristie.” You finally whisper, unsure of where the courage to speak comes from.

Her name falls from your lips like a plea, and that’s all the confirmation she seems to need. Slowly, carefully, she closes the small space between you.

Her hand brushes against yours, the touch featherlight, as if she’s giving you the chance to pull away. You don’t. Instead, your fingers curl slightly, brushing hers in return.

“Is this okay?” She asks softly, voice trembling just enough to betray her own nerves.

“Yeah. It’s more than okay.” You nod, barely able to speak.

A small smile tugs at her lips before she leans in, her forehead resting lightly against yours. Her breath is warm against your skin, and you swear the world outside her apartment melts away. It’s just you and her now, caught in this fragile, perfect moment.

Her hand lifts to your cheek, her thumb tracing the crevices of your skin. The touch sends shivers down your spine, and for the first time, you realize just how much you’ve wanted this. Just how much you’ve been concealing these emotions.

And then, finally, she kisses you.

It’s gentle at first, her lips brushing against yours like a question, but when you don’t pull away, when you kiss back, it deepens. Your hands find their way to her shoulders repositioning and anchoring yourself to her as her fingers tangle in your hair.

Time slows. The sitcom that played throughout the night fades into white noise. All you can feel is her warmth, her touch, and the way she makes you feel like the center of the universe.

When she finally pulls back, her cheeks are flushed, and her grin is sheepish.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while.” She admits, her voice barely above a whisper.

You laugh softly, your own face warm.

“Me too.”

For the first time in what feels like forever, the tension between you two isn’t uncertainty. It’s the start of something new.

[woso-scotland]

𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍 — lena oberdorf

lena oberdorf x dallas cowboys cheerleader!reader

(a/n: can you tell this is a british person who wrote this?? i’ve always had an odd obsession with those ladies so but anyways lena oberdorf, my shayla >_< I hope you enjoyed this one, i’m thinking of doing a two part for this, lemme know if you would like that and happy reading x)

word count: 1986

genre: fluff

summary: two different worlds, colliding in the most unexpected of places—yet somehow, it felt like they were exactly where they were meant to be.

As you adjusted your glittering blue uniform, the scorching Texas sun cast its unwavering gaze upon AT&T Stadium, making the atmosphere both electrifying and intense. The fabric of your outfit shimmered brilliantly, reflecting the light with every slight movement, and the heat enveloped you like a warm embrace. You stood tall and proud as the centrepiece of the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders, a position you had dreamt about since your earliest memories of watching those iconic routines on television, captivated by the energy and precision.

You were focused on tonight’s performance, where an international friendly match between the USWNT and Germany’s national team took place. It wasn’t every day a soccer match took over their football stadium, and you were eager to see how the crowd would react to the shift in energy.

Among the German players warming up was Lena, the star midfielder known for precision and aggression on the field. Lena was as disciplined as she was fearless—a footballer who’d grown up training in the rainy fields of Gevelsburg. She was fiercely proud of her roots, yet found herself intrigued by this massive, almost theatrical American sports culture.

The game unfolded with an intensity that crackled in the air, but amidst the thrumming excitement, Lena’s gaze was irresistibly drawn to the vibrant splashes of colour and dynamic movement spiralling down the staircases among the throngs of spectators. The cheerleaders, clad in striking uniforms that shimmered in the arena lights, led a fervent cacophony of cheers and chants that resonated through the crowd, their infectious energy sweeping over everyone present. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced back home, a captivating display of spirit and camaraderie that left her spellbound.

The halftime break arrived with a pulse of excitement rippling through the massive crowd. The game was tense, and the U.S. and German teams were locked in a fierce battle, but for the next few minutes, all eyes would be on you and the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders.

You took a deep breath, standing tall at the edge of the field, feeling the electric energy in the air. The opening chords of AC/DC’s Thunderstruck blasted through the speakers, and the crowd erupted. This was the routine—fast, furious, and legendary. The kind of performance that could make even the toughest sceptics believe in the art of cheerleading.

From the sideline, Lena sat on the bench in the technical area, water bottle forgotten in her hand. She has seen plenty of halftime shows in her career, but nothing like this. The music thumped in her chest as you sprang to life, every movement precise and explosive. Your hair whipped around as you launched into high kicks, your blue rhinestone-studded stars sparkled under the stadium lights.

The choreography was relentless. Sharp motions that synced perfected with the pounding drumbeat, pom-poms slicing through the air with military precision. You moved with such confidence, such undeniable magnetism, that Lena found herself frozen, mesmerised.

“They’re incredible, aren’t they?” Sara murmured beside her, but Lena barely heard. Her eyes were fixed on you, whose smile radiated pure joy, body moving with an effortless grace that only came from years of dedication. As you dropped into the squad’s signature kickline, the entire stadium roared in approval. You stole a glance towards the sideline—just for a second, and caught Lena watching you intently, eyes wide with admiration. A rush of heat flooded your chest, and you pushed yourself even harder, feeding off the connection you felt from across the field.

Lena’s heart pounded, though she wasn’t sure if it was from the music or the way your energy seemed to wrap around her like a lasso. She had always thought football was the ultimate rush, but this? This was something else entirely. She watched you flip, spin, and land with flawless precision, your spirit seemingly untouchable.

As the routine built to its climactic finish with the cheerleaders launching into a gravity-defying jump split, the stadium shook with applause. Lena found herself cheering along with the crowd, a rare uninhibited smile breaking across her face. As the final notes of the music faded and you struck your last pose, breathing heavily but wearing a wide, triumphant grin, you turned your gaze toward the sideline once more. The vibrant energy around you was palpable, and your eyes locked with Lena's across the field, a connection forged amid the exhilarating chaos of the performance.

The stadium lights still burned bright long after the game had ended in a tense draw, the buzz of excitement still lingering in the air. You and your teammates lingered along the sidelines, feeling the residual adrenaline still coursing through your veins. But now, with the game over, you found yourself feeling oddly restless as you interacted with the young girls in the stands, helping them take photos with their fellow football idols.

Your eyes wandered across the field, where the German players were cooling down, stretching, and exchanging jerseys with their American counterparts. Among them was her, the striking brunette midfielder who had been impossible to ignore during the match. You had noticed Lena the moment she stepped onto the field, the fierce focus and effortless control of the ball captivating in a way that you hadn’t expected. And when she caught Lena watching the halftime performance, you felt something shift.

Lena, too, had felt it.

She was still replaying the halftime show in her head, the pounding rhythm of Thunderstruck echoing in her ears. German football culture was all about discipline and rigour, but what she witnessed was pure fire. And it fascinated her.

As Lena pulled off her sweat-drenched jersey and wiped her face with it, she spotted you standing by the tunnel, chatting with your teammates but glancing her way now and then. Summoning her courage, Lena handed her jersey off and made her way across the field.

Your stomach flipped when you realised Lena was heading your way, tall and athletic, her dark hair tousled from the game. You played it cool, offering a bright smile as Lena approached. “Nice performance,” Lena said in her slightly accented English, her lips curling into an easy, lopsided grin. “I didn't know football had…entertainment like that.”

You twirled a pom-pom absentmindedly as you laughed. “Well, soccer, not usually. But we like to put on a show here in Texas. Gotta give the fans something to cheer for, right?”

“But you were amazing out there. I’ve never seen someone control the game like you do.” You nudged her, pom-pom crinkling in hand.

Lena’s cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked down, kicking at the turf. “Thanks,” she said softly, “but I think you might have beat me in the whole crowd control department.”

“Guess we both have our talents.” You winked.

There was a moment of silence, not awkward but filled with the weight of something new and intriguing. You shifted in your boots, then glanced towards the tunnel, hearing your directors call your name as well as Lena’s teammates calling out for her.

As you glanced back at Lena, a sense of urgency reflected in her captivating gaze. “Well, Lena, it was a pleasure meeting you,” you said, your voice tinged with a mix of warmth and urgency. “I hope you had a wonderful time in Dallas. Safe travels!” There was a sparkle in your eyes as you took one last look at her, committing her features to memory before you turned and jogged off toward your waiting coworkers, the lively chatter of the group drawing you back into the moment.

Before Lena could find the words to respond, you had already turned away, your footsteps quickening as you joined your teammates. The air between you felt heavy with unspoken feelings, and she let out a soft sigh, trying to suppress the flicker of disappointment that threatened to surface. Yet, deep down, she vowed to herself that this wouldn’t be the last time your paths crossed.

You left your locker room cladded in your Cowboys sweats, boots clicking across the vinyl floor, on the hunt for the bathroom, using it as an excuse to get away from your prying teammates who questioned what happened between you and “that German girl.”

Turning a corner, you begin to hear the chatter of the German team, playful shrieks being thrown as you saw them file out of their locker room, you stood against the wall as the players walked past you, exchanging thank yous and goodbyes. Your eyes searched for Lena as she left the room, laughing with one of her teammates.

Her eyes lit up as she met yours, standing adjacent to you on the wall to allow her team to walk in front of the two of you. A couple of the ladies patted her shoulder with knowing glances as they walked past.

She appeared vibrant and youthful, her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue that contrasted beautifully with her smooth complexion. Her hair was styled in a bun, showcasing the delicate contours of her face. “I knew you’d find me,” you teased with a smile, the words playful and light. As you both strolled side by side, each slow step felt deliberate, as if you were trying to savour every moment and stretch out the time spent together.

“Couldn’t help myself,” Lena said with a nonchalant shrug, her eyes darting momentarily away as a palpable silence settled between them. She hesitated, her fingers nervously twisting the strap of her bag, a subtle sign of her apprehension. A flicker of uncertainty crossed her face, as if weighing her next words carefully in the stillness.

“So, listen,” she said with an easy smile, ���we’re having a little after-party tonight. Some of the team rented out a place downtown. You should come.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you halted your steps. For a moment, idea of letting loose, spending more time with Lena, and stepping outside the tight bubble of her DCC world was intoxicating. But then reality set in like a bucket of cold water.

The Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders had strict rules about fraternisation with players, whether football or otherwise. No dating, no hanging out, no exceptions. Even though Lena wasn’t an NFL player, you knew it was a grey area that could get you in serious trouble. You had worked too hard to get here, sacrificed too much to risk it all for a night of fun—no matter how tempting Lena’s invitation was.

“I’d love to, really.” You bit your lip, as Lena’s eyes lit up. “But we have some…rules.” you said carefully, fiddling with the sleeves of your sweatshirt. “Cheerleaders and players aren’t really supposed to hang out.”

Lena raised an eyebrow, surprised. “Even when it’s not your team?”

“Even then,” you sighed. “It’s a whole image thing. They want us to be, you know, untouchable or something.” You bounced your leg anxiously.

The tall brunette frowned, leaning in slightly. “That’s ridiculous,” she said, a hint of defiance in her voice. “We’re just people. It’s not like I’m asking you to break the law.”

You let out a small chuckle. “Try telling that to my directors. They’d have me benched for the rest of the season.”

Lena studied your face for a moment, then shrugged with a playful grin. “Okay. So, what if I promise to keep my distance? I mean, we could pretend I’m just a fan. I’ll even act starstruck if it helps.”

“You? Starstruck?” You couldn’t help but laugh “I’d love to see that.”

“Then come. Just for an hour.” Lena tilted her head, eyes twinkling. “I promise no one will even know we’re there together.”

You hesitated, torn between your cautious instincts and the undeniable pull towards Lena. Breaking the rules, even bending them, could cost you everything you had worked for. But then you looked at Lena, at the way she stood there, so open, so genuine—and something inside you whispered, take the chance.

[woso-scotland]

Injured (Alexia's Version) VIII

Alexia Putellas x Teen!Reader

Summary: You try to help your brother

It's not that being gay is bad, Jaume knows this.

His aunt is gay. His mothers are gay. You, his sister, are gay.

There's nothing wrong with being gay when you're a girl.

There shouldn't be anything wrong with being gay when you're a boy.

But when Jaume's at football, he knows that there is something wrong with it. He can't find boys attractive. He can't look at a boy and think he's handsome.

He has to like girls. He has to look at girls and think they're hot. He has to talk about girls with the rest of the guys. He has to get a girlfriend. He has to prove that he's just another one of the guys. He has to prove that he's just like them.

It doesn't matter if he becomes the best goal scorer in the world.

If they find out he likes guys then all that's he's worked towards doesn't matter. It's all worthless if the team decide he isn't one of them anymore.

The Putellas name, the Putellas legacy means nothing if the team decide he doesn't deserve to be one of them anymore.

You frown as your brother stares off into space, inching out your leg to the other side of the sofa, digging your toe into Jaume's ribs.

He yelps, turning to you accusingly.

"What's up with you?" You say," You're not watching the film."

"It's boring."

Your frown deepens. "You're the one that wanted to watch it."

It's a late evening, just the two of you while Alexia and Olga are out on one of their date nights.

Jaume's just come back from a Spain youth team round of friendlies and a Barcelona B match as well. He's fifteen now, growing into his looks and his talent and just now opening his eyes to why he doesn't get the same fluttery feeling in his stomach with girls as he does with guys.

You're nineteen, still living at home and dancing professionally. There's only four years between you both but somehow you seem so much more worldly and smart than him.

You're settled and comfortable with your attraction to girls and your attraction to girls only. You're open with it. You don't mind talking about it.

Jaume doesn't know if that's because ballet is more open about that thing or just because you're mimicking what you're seen and grown up surrounded with people like Mami and Mama and Tia Ingrid and Mapi and Tia Irene and Lucía.

There's so many women on Mami's old team that are gay and have surrounded you and Jaume as you've grown up.

The women's team are much more open about that thing but Jaume's never met a man who is a footballer and gay at the same time.

It's different.

It's not normal in men's football and Jaume desperately wishes that he was the same as everyone else.

He wants to be able to look at a woman and think she's beautiful. He wants to be able to approach a girl at school or a girl in the crowd and invite her on a date. He wants to be able to kiss a girl and feel fireworks.

He doesn't want to look at a boy on the opposite team and wish he was caged in his arms, wish his were the lips on Jaume's at the end of the day.

He wants to be normal.

He wants to go into the locker room and not hear the jeering of his teammates as they make fun of some gay guy they've seen on Instagram or at school or in the street.

But then he looks at you, his older sister, talk about that girl you hook up with when she comes to Spain. He sees you talk so candidly about your lack of attraction to men. He sees you dance and dance and dance and, at the end of the day, know that you're no less a great dancer as the straight girls that dance with you.

"I'm gay."

You turn to look at your brother, taking in the way his mouth hangs open like he's shocked that he's even said it.

"That's cool, Jaume," You say.

You say it like's it's natural. Like it's normal for him to confess this to you out of nowhere. You say it like he's just told you the weather or that he's in the starting eleven at the weekend.

You say it like it's something that you've always known.

You smile at him like it doesn't change your perception of him, your little brother that climbs into your bed in his sweaty kit, your little brother that leaves his dirty boots all over the house, your little brother who uses you like his personal taxi service now that you've gotten your license.

"No," He says," I'm gay."

Your brows draw together, an amused smile on your face. "I know. You've already said that."

"No." Jaume shakes his head, a sudden pressure on his chest that he's desperate to force out. He stands, beginning to pace the small space as his hand rubs at his chest. "You don't get it. I'm gay. I like guys. I-I don't like girls. At all."

Something wet and desperate pricks in his eyes.

"I...I like guys. I...What's wrong with me? Fuck! There's something wrong. I...I'm..."

"Jaume? Jaume!"

Your hands are on his arms, gently guiding him to sit against the wall. You draw his hand away from his chest, placing it onto your own.

"I need you to match my breathing. Nice and slow. In and out."

Jaume doesn't know how long it is until the roaring in his ears disappear and the crushing weight on his chest turns from rib cracking to manageable. It doesn't disappear but he can breath again and function.

He looks into your eyes.

"You can't tell anyone."

Something in you breaks as you look into your brothers eyes.

He's always been a bit of a goofball. He's always been the extroverted one out of the both of you.

You've never seen him look so lifeless before.

You're not quite sure what to do.

"Should we get milkshakes?" You ask, ignoring the way your own stomach twists itself into knots in outrage," Would that make it easier?"

"With whipped cream?"

"Whipped cream and sauce. Whatever you want."

Your mind runs the whole week. Jaume's face is etched in your mind even as Alexia sits in front of you in the little café you're eating at.

Olga's at work but both you and Alexia have the day off. There's no matches for her to coach for the week and you had a performance yesterday so take today as your rest day before you're dancing for a crowd for four days straight again.

"What's up with you?" Alexia asks," You feeling okay?"

You contemplate just telling her.

Jaume had spilled everything to you as you sat on the beach with your milkshakes. He spoke about realising he only liked boys and the attitudes of his teammates at football and his friends at school and they way that he's had to lie and fake his attraction to girls all year because he doesn't want to be iced out of the group.

Alexia is more equipped to deal with that stuff than you. You're a dancer but Jaume is a footballer. The reception to being gay in your dance company is wildly different to the reception to being gay in a football team.

Alexia would be able to help. Alexia always helps.

But Jaume told you not to tell anyone so you're not.

"Yeah. I'm fine," You say. Just because you can't spill the beans doesn't mean you can't help push your Mami in the right direction.

But Alexia's not the best at picking up hints.

So she takes your words at face value, nodding along as she stirs her coffee.

"And you know that we're coming to watch you on Friday, right?"

You roll your eyes. "Yes, Mami. I know. You and Jaume and Olga and Abuela and Tia Alba. Centre of the middle row so your necks don't get crooks in them. I know."

Alexia smiles at you. "Just making sure you know. I mean-"

The ringing phones interrupts Alexia and soon you're abandoning your lunch to get to Jaume's school.

He's sitting outside of the head teacher's office with bruised knuckles and a split lip.

Alexia stalks into the office and you stay outside, gently taking Jaume's hand.

"What happened?"

"It's nothing."

"Tell me."

"No. It's-"

"Tell. Me. I can't help if I don't-"

"They said some stuff," Jaume says," You know, stuff about..."

"Oh."

"So I punched him and they all ganged up on me."

"Did you get some good hits in at least?"

The corners of Jaume's mouth turn upwards and he stares down at his split knuckles. "Yeah, I did."

Alexia storms out of the headmaster's office and you and your brother both go stiff.

"Jaume," She says," Get in the car."

"Mami-" You say and she holds up a hand.

"Don't defend him. He knows better than to start a fight."

"Mami..."

"No! He's suspended. You're suspended, Jaume! Was it worth it?!"

Your brother shrinks under Alexia's furious gaze.

You can relate to that. All you've ever wanted is Alexia's approval, in all your actions and you know Jaume feels the same.

Your brother is taller than you like Alexia is but, still, you step between them.

"Mami," You say," Just wait. Hear him out. It's not what you thin-"

"I'm not having this conversation here." Alexia cuts you off, taking a deep breath. "Give me some time to calm down. We'll talk at home."

The car ride is tense with Alexia ramrod straight in the driver's seat and Jaume staring blankly out the window.

Alexia goes in first and you catch Jaume's hand.

"You can tell her," You tell him," You don't have to if you don't want to but you can tell her. She won't be mad at you."

"I...I don't know if I can."

"It won't make her love you any less. It won't make her see you any differently. She loves us. She loves you."

Tears are in his eyes as he looks at you, hands shaking. "Promise?"

"I promise."

He looks at the front door, where Alexia waits for him.

He reaches his hand out for you.

You take it.

"It's going to be okay."

[woso-scotland]

For Your Ears Only || Laia Codina x reader

Summary: Laia is too loud but you can’t say no to her. You’ll just have to deal with the consequences later. 🔞

Inspired by this drabble by the incredible @vixwritesagain - this story picks up where hers ends. Big thanks to Vix for a) inspiring this fic with her wonderful words and b) giving me permission to share this!

Word count: 3k

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You should’ve learned your lesson.

An entire day of teasing, of Misa’s exaggerated and increasingly caricaturistic impressions of Laia’s moans, of wanting to spend every precious second you can with your girlfriend but also not wanting to give the rest of your teammates the opportunity to remind you how loud you were last night.

You should know that you need to be quiet or risk more of the same tomorrow.

Well, it’s not you that’s the problem.

Still, the way that Laia’s moans are muffled around the two fingers in her mouth is hardly doing much to deter you from causing a repeat performance. Quite the opposite, actually. You’re too far gone to change your mind now, tomorrow’s inevitable teasing be damned.

You lick at her cunt, timing the strokes of your tongue against her with the thrust of your fingers into her mouth. She tastes like heaven, like nectar on your tongue.

When your tongue flutters against her clit, Laia’s head falls back and your fingers slip from her mouth. The lyrical moan she lets out is what you imagine heaven sounds like too.

You really need to invest in an actual gag before the next camp.

Or, at the very least, manipulate the room plan so that you’re not neighbouring Jenni and Misa.

“Laia!” you chastise her, though there’s very little bite to your words.

“I’m trying,” she apologises. Even as she says it the second half of her words morph into another whine.

You find it hard to be mad at her for making so much noise. One; you’ve heard her unrestrained moans too many times before to think that this is the loudest she can be, which means she really is trying to stay quiet. And two; she looks far too pretty, splayed out and writhing against the crumpled sheets, for you to actually be annoyed.

With nothing in Laia’s mouth to muffle her sounds, you reluctantly lift your tongue from between her legs and start kissing up her body. And while your intention is to cover her mouth with your own to stop any more noises escaping, as your lips travel between Laia’s hipbone and her navel and her breath catches in her throat, you’re reminded that barring last night, it’s been weeks since you had her body laid out in front of you to explore properly.

So maybe it’s your fault when your lips pass across the ticklish spot on her ribcage and she inhales with a sharp hiss. Maybe it’s your fault when your tongue finds her nipple and swirls around the puckered bud once, twice, drawing out one of your girlfriend’s familiar mewls. Maybe it’s your fault when you finally settle on top of Laia and slot one of your legs between hers and she lets out a moan that fills the room.

“Laia,” you warn her again, though you continue to rock your thigh against where she’s hot and wet for you. “Baby, they’ll hear you.”

Laia pays no notice, instead more intent on pawing at your ass to get you to roll your thigh against her again.

Despite your better judgment, you’re happy to oblige.

You swallow her answering moan with a kiss, rocking against her core until her slick coats your leg.

Without breaking the kiss, you send one hand down Laia’s body and slip your hand between your thigh and her cunt. Her legs fall open obediently as your fingers slide easily through her folds, exploring without much of a purpose except to tease.

“Please,” Laia mumbles against your lips.

“Will you be good for me?” you whisper back.

Laia nods eagerly, threading her hand through your hair to pull you back into another blistering kiss.

As you kiss her back feverishly, your fingers graze over her clit with a few lazy circles, then dip lower to tease at her hole. Her hips buck beneath you, no doubt trying to coax you inside her, but instead you collect her arousal with your fingertips and drag them back up to smear around her clit.

“Stop teasing,” Laia half-growls.

“I’m not,” you say, pushing your hand lower and sinking two of your fingers into her.

It’s definitely your fault when Laia’s reaction is to let out a wanton moan, because you don’t think to muffle it with a kiss until the sound has already filled the room. But you kiss her anyway, even if it’s too late, capturing the sound that follows when you press down with the pads of your fingers inside her.

Laia is perfect as you fuck her. The way that her hands claw at you, one tight around your bicep and the other dragging blunt nails across your back. The way that one of her legs hooks around the small of your back, using it as leverage as she grinds upwards in rhythm with your thrusts. The way you can feel her clenching around you each time you find that one spot inside her that you know drives her completely wild.

Perfect, until her head falls back again and she lets out a hoarse “oh fuck” that’s just a fraction too loud.

“Laia, baby…”

You slip your fingers out of her as you hush her, though when you immediately move them to rub tiny circles above her clit, Laia lets out a breathy sigh of pleasure.

“I know, I know,” Laia replies, eyes fluttering closed in a way that makes you pretty sure that she’s only half-listening to you.

You watch her closely, admiring the tiny details in her face as you play with her clit. Her forehead crinkles with the exertion of trying to keep quiet, her eyes screwed shut in pleasure and her lips slightly parted. You commit it all to memory, knowing that national camp is short and it won’t be long until the memories are all you have.

“Get the strap,” Laia murmurs, eyes flickering open again.

Your fingers fall still on her clit and you tilt your head to the side as you look down at her.

“Baby, we both know you can’t stay quiet when I fuck you like that,” you remind her.

“But … but I need you.”

I need you. Words that you often hear through the phone late at night, when it’s only your own fingers between your legs and Laia’s melodic moans are choked by the phone’s tinny speaker instead of filling your room.

You’ve waited ages, too long, to hear her say those words in person.

So why would you deny her now?

Besides, hasn’t the damage already been done?

“You really have to be quiet,” you remind her, as you roll off her and wander over to your open suitcase. The strap is barely hidden beneath a t-shirt, your favourite dildo already fitted into the harness from last night.

“I’ll try,” Laia assures you. “I promise.”

But with the way she stares at you as you step into the harness and tighten it around your hips, her lips parted and pupils blown, you’re pretty sure Laia wants you enough to agree to anything right now.

“Hands and knees,” you instruct Laia as you kneel your way back into the bed. “If you need to make a sound, use the pillow.”

Laia scrambles into position like she thinks you might change your mind if she doesn’t do it quickly enough, rolling onto her front and pushing her ass towards you as she raises herself onto her knees.

“Fuck, baby,” you praise her, bringing your hand down onto her ass cheek with a slap, then squeezing the flesh appreciatively. “You really want this, don’t you?”

“Always,” Laia nods in response.

You slide your hand between her legs, teasing with your fingers. Then, when Laia pushes herself back again, you reach for the cock strapped to your hips and nudge the thick head against her entrance.

“Yes,” Laia breathes. Her head falls forward, forehead pressed to the bed between the arms that hold her weight.

The way that Laia offers herself up to you so willingly has you losing your mind in all sorts of ways. It takes all the self-restraint in the world to hold back from letting yourself get lost in the moment and start pounding into her.

Instead, you push forward with your hips slowly, filling her inch by inch. Laia hisses and gasps as you move, pretty noises for your ears only, until you’re sheathed fully inside her.

“Fuck, Lai.” It’s your turn to groan, palming her ass with both hands and spreading her cheeks so you can see where the purple silicone stretches her open. “You’re taking me so well.”

“I’m yours,” Laia tells you. “Always yours.”

The possessive beast within you stirs, pulling out halfway, then thrusting back inside.

“Yes,” you growl. “Mine.”

The pace you set is a steady one, not too fast while you let Laia get used to the feeling of you inside her. But it’s really hard to control yourself, the way she presents herself for your pleasure and the extra shine you can see on the toy each time you withdraw, requiring a lot of restraint to not just start rutting into Laia with abandon.

The sounds she lets out are thankfully soft. Breathy gasps, pretty grunts each time you fill her, all much quieter than Laia’s usual volume. Where her head is turned to the side, one of her cheeks pressed to the pillow, you can see the way her face is twisted with the exertion of trying to stay quiet, or maybe just the sheer pleasure of it all.

“You can go harder,” Laia suggests, between choked groans.

You know you shouldn’t. You need her to stay quiet. You really shouldn’t-

“Beg for it.” The words spill from your lips before you have the chance to stop them. “Beg for me.”

“Please,” Laia urges you without hesitation. “Harder. I need it. Fuck me properly.”

It’s this, Laia’s thinly veiled implication that what you’ve been doing so far isn’t quite to her satisfaction, that makes you lose your mind.

You grab Laia by her thighs and manhandle her until she’s flat on her stomach beneath you with her legs wide enough for you to slot between them. In your roughness, the toy slips out with a pop, slick with her arousal, but you’re quick to wrap your fingers around the wet silicone and nudge it back between her legs.

In hindsight, you should’ve expected Laia’s groan of pleasure as you fill her in a single swift thrust, far louder than any she’s made since you started using the strap. But all you can focus on is how much you want her, all the pent-up frustration from spending the entire day being relentlessly teased by your other teammates each time you even glanced in Laia’s direction, flooding out of you as you start to fuck into her properly.

“Fuck!” Laia cries out. “Like that!”

You curl your body over hers, arms planted on either side of her shoulders as you lean towards her ear and growl, “Yes? You like it when I fuck you like this?”

Laia nods as much as she can with you practically pinning her to the mattress.

“Yes! Feels so good!”

“Fuck, baby.” You muffle a groan of your own by pressing your lips to the tanned skin of her shoulder blades. “You feel so good too. I can feel how tight you are.”

Still, you don’t relent the vicious rocking of your hips, filling her over and over again, drawing sound after pretty sound from her lips.

“Shhh,” you hush her half-heartedly. You have no intention of actually forcing Laia to shut up, though your sex-addled brain knows you should probably make more of an effort to be quiet.

Even if Laia herself was quieter, the sounds of your sex fill the room. The chatter of the television you turned on when you arrived back to your room in an attempt to mask the sounds you knew would soon follow seems to fade into the background, drowned out by the rhythmic creak of the mattress below you, the occasional thump of the headboard against the wall.

Even the slick sounds of the toy filling Laia over and over seem amplified.

“Don’t stop,” Laia pleads,

“Are you going to come?” you ask Laia.

She doesn’t answer with words, but you see the frantic nod of her head.

Her confirmation is all you need to realise how close you are too.

This position has always done it for you. Having Laia beneath you like this allows you to grind your clit against the harness each time you rut into her, a delicious pressure that builds you towards your peak without fail.

“Gonna come soon,” you warn Laia, as you manage to slip your hand between her body and the bedsheets with only the tiniest stumble to the rhythm of your hips, eager fingertips seeking out Laia’s clit.

“Yes!” Laia cries out. “Want you to come with me.”

The way you fuck into her has her grinding against your hand. She’s so wet that you barely need to do anything except hold your fingers in place and let friction do the rest.

Even just the thought of feeling her fall apart beneath you has you rapidly hurtling towards your own peak.

“I’m so fucking close,” you manage to gasp out. “Are you gonna come with me, Lai?”

Laia lets out a sound to the affirmative, somewhere between a whimper and a squeak, as she continues to hump your hand.

“Yes!” you encourage her. “So good for me, baby. So perfect.”

“I’m coming! I -”

You feel it as it hits her, the way that her body tenses beneath you, then writhes as much as she can where you’ve got her trapped against the mattress.

But it’s the sounds she lets out that tips you over the edge into your own orgasm, the soft pants as it builds, the few seconds of complete silence when it finally hits her, then the absolute wail of pleasure that spills from Laia’s throat as it wracks her body.

Your movements are almost non-existent as you work through your climax, the way that Laia clamps around the toy meaning that you can only really hump the harness as wave after tidal wave of ecstasy courses through you. You manage to muffle your own cry of pleasure by sinking your teeth into the nearest thing, which just happens to be Laia’s shoulder.

As your body goes heavy, you melt into Laia until you’re practically one person, until you can’t tell where you stop and she begins. Her skin is soft beneath you, her hair tickling your cheek where you nuzzle into her neck. You just want to feel every inch of her body against yours.

When the last tremors of your orgasm have subsided. you pull out of Laia carefully, pressing an apologetic kiss to the red mark forming on the back of her shoulder, then roll off her and make quick work of discarding the harness.

Afterwards, Laia pulls you close, her hot body nestling against yours as you both catch your breath and calm your racing hearts.

“You promised me you’d be quiet,” you murmur amusedly, wrapping your arms around Laia and pressing a kiss to the wispy tendrils of hair at her temple as she snuggles into your side.

“No, I promised you I’d try. There’s a difference.”

She smiles lazily up at you, clearly pleased with her loophole in her post-orgasmic haze.

“You’re the worst.” You roll your eyes, then squeeze her affectionately. “But I love you. So much. I wish the only time we get to spend together wasn’t like this. There’s so much more I’d do to you if we had more time and privacy.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

If Laia’s noise is half the problem, her insatiability is the other half. The mischievous glint in her dark eyes is very hard to say no to.

“Don’t tempt me. We’ve got a game in two days so we really need to sleep. You know I had to invent a migraine to explain last night’s poor sleep score to the performance staff?”

Laia chuckles under her breath as she replies, “I pretended I had bad dreams.”

“They’ll figure us out soon. We won’t be allowed to share a room again.”

A wicked grin stretches across Laia’s cheeks as she rolls fully on top of you and cups your jaw as she says, “Then we should make the most of it while we can.”

She leans in for a kiss and you respond slowly, with absolutely no intention of letting this escalate, just content with leisurely making out with the person you’ve spent so many weeks missing the company of.

Until you hear a sudden noise from next door that forces you to break apart, the creaking of a mattress and the distinct sounds of two different headboards hitting the wall in different rhythms.

“Oh Laia!” You hear Misa’s poor imitation of your voice drift through the wall.

“Yes, baby!” comes Jenni’s exaggerated echo. “Give it to me! Right there!”

“Oh yes, just like that!”

“More! More!”

The banging stops and you hear Jenni’s loud cackle, clearly pleased with herself.

Your cheeks burn as you picture Jenni and Misa jumping up and down on their beds as they impersonate the two of you, realising only now that you’ve heard them exactly how thin the hotel walls are.

You wrap your arms tighter around Laia, as if holding her close will protect you both from the embarrassment.

“We don’t sound like that,” Laia mumbles into your chest.

“We don’t,” you agree. “But you did.”

You can still hear Jenni and Misa’s raucous laughter from next door, no question in your mind who is the butt of their jokes.

“If I murder them both tomorrow morning, will you help me hide the bodies?” you ask Laia softly.

Ever the perfect girlfriend, Laia is quick to agree.

“Of course!”

[woso-scotland]

Avoidance and Acceptance (mapi+ingrid x reader)

Summary- reader transfers to Barcelona where feelings develop for the only two people you shouldn't fall for, and in an attempt to not make them show, they are left avoiding the two people they want to see most. However maybe these feelings arent so one sided.

Transferring to Barcelona felt like a dream come true. The current champions' league winners were interesting in signing you for 300k from Manchester city. This wasn't your first time in spain after having a loan spell to athletico Madrid in the 22/23 season you found your preformances had gained you a first team place and you're performances between the sticks against Barcelona during the group stages of the champions league had earned some eyes on you. Enough for a Transfer over there while you knew you weren't going to be the starting keeper being the number 2 keeper to the best team in the world was an offer you can't say no too.

The move was rather fast in the January transfer window so your signing went rather under the radar while in progress until the big move which lets say some city fans were not the most pleased about your departure as many believed you were the next big keeper for England at just 23 making many first team debuts which is rather unseen in the goalkeeping community.

The first few days of training were rough, to say the least. Although the language wasn't new, the intensity and pressure to perform well that was definitely a big change for you. You had a few individual keeper sessions with Cata, and your performance was raising a few eyebrows as you looked like a promising threat to Catas' starting position. Then it was time to see if you were the real deal as stopping shots from the goalkeeper coach is very different to having the likes of Alexia Eva Claudia and Mapi taking shots and freekicks at you.

You were brought into full team training with being in goal when the girls would play smaller sided games and you had been blessed with ingrid and mapi as your back line for the game and thier chemistry off the pitch is as good on the pitch it was like they could read eachothers mind when defending and made your life a little bit easier. As you blocked each shot when you were getting up mapi or ingrid would come and pat your back or compliment you and while you know it was just them being friendly the way they looked at you with such passion you couldn't help but start to fall for them... both of them.

Maybe it was the Norwegians cerulean eyes that felt like they saw into you're soul or her nickname the princess of norway because right now you feel like you could get down at her feet and bow before her presence. Or maybe it was mapis intricate sleeve of tattoos each one you could so faintly make the detail out when she faced towards you and how the sun shone so perfectly on her face highlighting the light coloured freckles on her face.

You were quickly snapped out of thought when the ball came flying at your stomach, and without having time to react, you had been winded and were hunched over, trying to get some air back into your lungs again. "Shit y/n, are you okay?" Ingrid asked concern in her tone "mhm" you groan, sticking your thumb up with your face burried in the grass still. Ingrid helps you up off the floor, and you silently thank her as you tighten the velcro on your gloves and try to shake off the thoughts of the two women circling your mind.

Going home that night was certainly interesting lying on your sofa scrolling on social media you couldn't help but follow them as they were your new teamates so it was almost like a rite of passage however what you didn't expect was for them to follow back instantly you thought it would have took atleast a few hours. It was sad to say that this got your hopes up more than it should have and in hopes for maybe another sign you decided to post of your story to see if they would view it as quick as they followed.

Unfortunately the results wasn't the same however each time you clicked on there profiles and saw them together you felt guilty of your feelings and it was almost as if your conscious was trying to smack your heart back to sense and find someone else to like. However, every interaction with the two women had you falling hard and faster then you had expected even seeing them in the corridors would have your heart racing. It was an issue and one you needed to fix quickly.

It was dinner, and the night previous, you had decided to go on hinge and try and meet someone new and just completely ignore all feelings for your teammates. You were talking to aitana and keira who you had become close friends with "yeah i mean this weekend im going on this date with this girl but i think im throwing myself in too fast ive only been here 2 months" you say to keira trying to reason out the date " no but y/n this isnt like you, you normally love going out and dating and dont deny it ive heard the stories" keira said and you nearly spit your drink out from the mentions of your past actions "kieraaa you were not meant to mention anything about them" you said in a hushed tone. Aitana was looking at you with a glint of confusion but also curiosity as although her English wasn't great, she could tell that whatever was said had gotten a reaction out of you.

However what you didn't notice was two people who may have been snooping on your conversation was mapi and ingrid. They had took some keen interest on you when you were at city and had done some previous research on you before moving to Barcelona. But the mention of this date was not sitting right with either of them, but also ingrid had some digging to do from kiera from these stories she had just learnt about.

As you left to go and get ready for the gym mapi followed you down the hall and ingrid went to kiera and so the questioning began. Mapi was quick to get to you "so y/n i heard you have a date this weekend you excited" she said with a smile on her face however her eyes were piercing as if you were in an intervention. "Mhm yeah i mean just.. just trying things out" you could barley look at the defender even tho you were of a much taller stature than her "hmm alright you don't seem so sure but i just wanted to let you know we're having team building on Saturday at mine and ingrids if you need an excuse to get out of it" she said winking at you and walking away leaving your knees weak.

There was no team building at their house it was a setup to get you by yourself at thiers for a confrontation of your feelings as you weren't the most obvious at keeping them concealed. Meanwhile ingrid was still trying to pry the stories out of keira "please i heard you talking about them and she's so modest and quiet she can't have done anything that bad" Ingrid pleaded with keira "okay fine but you have to swear to not tell anyone because she'll kill me if i told anyone" keira responded giving in "i swear i won't" replied ingrid almost smirking knowing shed won "so basically a few years ago lets just say y/n was a bit of a party animal and we were out celebrating the end of the season and at around 11 we lost sight of where she had gone." Keira started with ingrid looking at her with pure focus " so we texted her and she said im back home im busy which everyone knew what that meant so the next day we sent lucy to go and bring her breakfast as she was probably hungover but as she opened the apartment and went in the bedroom to wake her up she found not one girl in her bed but two" keira said almost laughing at the embarrassment of your face when you knew you'd been caught "omg really didn't expect that from her" Ingrid said "yeah well from her reaction even now to this day you can tell it was not her first rodeo" keira said laughing and ingrid had gathered all the information she needed.

That night, ingrid and mapi were discussing their next move, although you were a few years younger that was not stopping either of them. "I told y/n that we had team building here on Saturday to get her out of that date," mapi said to ingrid while shuffling closer to ingrid to wrap her arm around her waist. "Mhm, well, i found out that she's slept with more than one girl before, and it wasn't just a one-time thing," ingrid said, almost proud of her discovery.

Saturday flew round for the three of you. You had an excuse to get out of a date and extra time to see ingrid and mapi, and they were excited because they had a plan to confront you. You had DMd mapi asking what time to arrive for the team building, and she had said around 5pm. After getting changed into some relaxed wear that still looked good enough for the occasion as neither of the older women very often saw you out of training clothes. You arrived at their apartment and as you opened the door you saw you were the first one thier which wasnt an issue but it meant you had to directly make small talk with them without trying to become a puddle.

"So when abouts are the others getting here?" You aksed sheepsihly while sitting at the kitchen island "hm oh sweetie no one else is coming we just have a few things we wanted to talk about with you" Ingrid said walking closer to you and it was if the whole world just stopped moving and you were frozen in your spot. "Oh right, yeah," you said, stuttering out.

"We've noticed that maybe you either have a staring problem or a crush on one of us and we just wanted to make this issue clear" mapi said in a spanish accent making you go feral but also struck with embarrassment "erm im sorry i dont really know what to say" you began to say trying to think carefully about your next words "no its okay cari keep going" mapi said the spanish pet name not helping your thought process. " okay erm maybe i have a crush on you well not just one but both and i know i shouldnt and im really sorry if it makes you uncomfortable i can leave" you began rambling trying to frantically apologise "hey hey no we never said it was a bad thing we just wanted to know before we did anything that was all" Ingrid said grabbing your hand from where it rested nervously tapping on the counter. "Huh, what? i dont understand what you're saying," you said, trying to wrap your brain around the suitation. "Cari, we like you too, and we want you to give us a chance," mapi said, looking directly at you. In this moment, you felt like you were in a fever dream it all felt fake.

"Yeah, i mean, yeah, of course, yeah, you can have a chance," you said, sounding way too eager. "Okay good we'll see you Tuesday night 8pm and we'll take you on a real date so you might want to cancel that other one" mapi said smirking knowing that you had only tried to go on a date as a distraction from them. " yeah course im gonna have to go now ive got a date to cancel on" you said leaving the kitchen and just as you're about to leave you shout down the hall "by the way you looked very good tonight, both of yous" "you too cari" mapi replied as you smiled and waved leaving their apartment.

"Well, that was successful,no?" Ingrid said to mapi once you had left. Meanwhile, you were skipping down the hallway. And since that night you're relationship had been great and still to this day you still didn't know that kiera had shared one of you're craziest stories atleast it wasn't the time youd been nearly caught with 3.

A/N- Sorry for the disappearance guys ive been super busy, so im sorry if this isn't the best as im a bit rusty as i haven't written in ages, but some recs would be nice.

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What is this feeling ? II Alexia Putellas x Reader

romantic masterlist | platonic masterlist | word count: 1875

summary: Alexia tells herself you're to young for her, but her heart wants you.

author's note: hi everyone, enjoy the anticipated oneshot.💌

You knew it from the look on her face. You knew before she even made a sound. You knew what was coming and you still were unprepared.

It felt like time had stopped, like you and her could only existed in this small dressing room.

“Listen…”, she said calmly.

In contrast to you, she didn’t seem nervous at all. Her face was unreadable and stern, like it usually was when she was out on the pitch with the captain’s armband on.

You bit your lip, bracing yourself.

“I know what you’re going to say.”

Alexia didn’t miss a beat: “This won’t work.”

It took a lot from you to not let out a frustrated sigh.

“It’s the age gap, isn’t it?”

“I’m too old for you.”, Alexia confirmed, her face unmoved.

The room began to feel too tight suddenly.

You shook your head firmly, trying to shake the shock off: “No, that’s not true.”

“You’re too young. Better?”

It all felt like she was trying to make excuses. You were 22 and she was about to turn 31. Nine years weren’t that much. And you were both consenting adults.

The fact that Alexia didn't seem to see this filled you with frustration.

“I don’t care about the years between us.”, you said passionately, maybe also stubbornly.

The older player shook her head like there was no convincing her: “But I do.”

You frowned at her: “That’s your head, not your heart speaking.”

“It doesn’t really matter, does it?”, she replied cooly.

“It does matter.”

“Y/n.”

Your name out of her mouth made you stall for a moment.

“Yes?”

“Don’t do that.”, she said plainly.

You cocked your head in confusion: “Do what?”

“Look at me like that.”

Finally, her voice softened.

“I look at you like I want to.”, you retorted.

Alexia rolled her eyes: “You’re a child.”

“Wrong, I’m an adult like you.”

“You just turned 22.”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest. She already thought you were a child so you didn’t care if you looked like one too. “Still.”

“You’ll never stop until you get what you wanted, huh?”, Alexia asked with raised eyebrows.

“Right. I had the best teacher for that.”, you retaliated.

“Oh, you did?”

“Yes, I learned that from you.”

“I know that you meant me.”, Alexia said, rolling her eyes for a second time.

“But you already gave up so I should leave.”

You took one step towards the door, trying to pass her.

“You’re leaving?”

“Isn’t that what you want?”, you asked, lifting your head to directly look into her eyes.

Alexia was left speechless: “I…”

“Tell me what you want, Alexia.”, you demanded.

She looked away, shaking her head: “I don’t know what I want.”

“That’s a lie.”

Memories flooded to the surface, back to the moment when everything seemed possible, and the age difference still seemed unimportant. It all started at your birthday party, which you celebrated with your teammates. Every longer look and touch made both your hearts beat faster.

“No, Cata, there’s no way I’m doing that.”, you shook your head determined.

The young women and you were going all out tonight, and the alcohol made you all a bit reckless except for your team captain. She gazed at you with growing concern.

The goalkeeper grinned: “Do it.”

“Fine.”, you sighed.

Ona watched you in disbelief: “I can’t believe she’s really doing it.”

If there was a test of courage, you wanted to pass it no matter what. Whether on or off the pitch, you were known for being brave and sometimes even reckless.

“Look at Ale’s face.”, Cata chuckled, amused by the stern expression on the older midfielder's face.

Smirking, Jana remarked:” Absolutely priceless.”

“What are you doing?” Alexia's worried voice interrupted the adrenaline rush that had been triggered in you by the task.

“I...”, when you saw the worry lines on her forehead, you bit your lip guiltily. Under her watchful eyes, you suddenly felt very stupid and childish.

She growled:” Don’t ever do that again.”

“It was just a test of courage.”, you tried to play down the whole thing.

The blonde crossed both arms in front of her chest as she warned:” Keep me out of this."

“Can I get you a drink?”, you asked, changing the topic to something more light-hearted with a charming smile on your lips.

“No, are you even allowed to order yet?”, Alexia lifted an eyebrow.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at her question: “We’re celebrating my 22nd birthday.”

“It was a joke.”, she revealed, and a shy grin lit up her face.

You returned her smile: “You’re really bad at jokes, captain.”

“I know.”, the midfielder admitted, nervously running a hand through her unbound hair.

Once you realised how nervous she was around you, it put you in a flirtatious mood: “But you look adorable while making them.”

The older woman’s cheeks flushed instantly. “Shut up.”, Alexia hissed, pretending not to be touched by your flattering words.

The blonde could deceive herself, but not you.

“Or what..?”, you boldly  answered her with a counter question.

The midfielder explained; her intense gaze gave the feeling that you were the only two people in the room, even though it was quite full: “You better not test your limits.”

On the other side of the room, the rest of your teammates had followed your conversation from a safe distance.

 “Oh, she’s overdoing it, girls.”, Salma observed anxiously.

Ona cleared her throat and declared fearlessly: “I’ll go and save her.”

You felt Onas presence next to you before you saw her. “Ona?”

“Hey, you can’t stay here all night.”, your teammate said, nodding towards the rest of your friends standing on the other side of the bar.

Alexia replied before you could: “I told her but she’s not listening.”

Her voice was flat, one note like she was bored by you.

Ona forced a light laugh: “Oh, you know her.”

You had enough of this talk. You wanted to get back to your friends and far away from Alexia.

“Yes, let’s go.”, you agreed with Ona.

“Please.”, the defender said, clearly relieved that you didn’t need any more persuasion.

You casually slid of the barstool next to Alexia but your heel got caught on the footrest and for a split second you lost your balance.

Alexias hands were on your body within the blink of an eye, one stabilising your waist and the other holding your hand.

“I’ll help you down.”, she announced but didn’t move.

You blinked at her, too stunned by the situation to realise that you were silently staring at each other instead of doing anything else.

Alexia finally took a step back, leading you down from your seat like a princess.

You pressed your lips together in the closest thing to a smile that you could manage: “Thanks.”

“You’re… welcome.”

Her words came out on two different breaths and she finally let go of you.

Cata wrapped on arm around your shoulder and dragged you away from Alexia: “Let the party continue.”

“Yes, time to party.”, you smiled through the memory of Alexias touch and her lips being too close to your own.

Salma grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the dance floor: “Come on then, no more waiting!”

Grateful for the distraction, you followed and moved your body to the rhythm of the music until a distinctive guitar sound resounded.

You paused with your eyes wide but as soon as you heard Taylors voice sing the lyrics to “22”, you let out a sigh.

“Who put on Taylor Swift?”, you yelled over the music.

“Me! Fitting, no?”, Mapi answered, beaming at you.

You didn’t have the heart to tell her that it was horribly cliché so you shrugged: “Kind of.”

“Ingrid, I told you she’ll love it.”, Mapi said to her girlfriend. You were suddenly reminded of a golden retriever.

Ingrid nodded patiently: “You were right.”

“The only ones enjoying it even more are Lucy and Ona.”

You followed Mapis gaze towards your two teammates who were going all out on the dance floor and looking at each other like they were alone at this party.

In that moment you made a decision. You left the dance floor and went back to Alexia, who was still nursing her drink.

“Dance with me, Ale.”

The older woman raised the hands in defence: “I don’t dance.”

You asked her nonchalantly: “Why not?”

“I just don’t.”, Alexia tried to shrug it off until she noticed your disappointed look.

“Oh, okay.”, you nodded sadly.

The blonde couldn't bear to see you so sad on your birthday, so she gave in with a sigh:” Fine. One dance.”

“Wait, you’re serious?”, you lifted your chin in surprise. The look in her hazel eyes told you that your team captain really meant it. Undoubtedly.

“Yes, it’s your birthday after all.”, Alexia confirmed.

Her serious tone made you shiver in the otherwise hot room.

“Alright.”, you agreed, hoping she didn’t hear the slight nervousness in your voice.

Before it started, the DJ switched from a fast song to a slow one, which brought each couple on the dance floor closer to their partner.

“Oh, no.”, the midfielder muttered under her breath.

As you took the lead in your dance, you assured her: “Don’t worry, it’s fine.”

Underneath your guidance, you could feel her heartbeat relax.

“Not too bad.”, Alexia admitted quietly.

At that exact moment, you had the feeling that the two of you were the only ones dancing.

With a smirk on your lips, you observed: “You like it.”

“I..”, she began anxiously and broke off, unable to translate the turmoil inside her into a coherent sentence.

You noticed her struggle and kindly interrupted the older woman:” You don’t have to say anything more.”

“Okay.”

The song had already been over for a few seconds, but Alexia was still holding you tightly in her arms.

Nobody apart from you and her best friend saw it.

Comradely, Mapi poked her captain's side, once she sat down next to her:” You’ve a crush on her.”

“I don’t.”, Alexia laughed.

The defender smiled at her: ”Sure, Ale.”

“That’s ridiculous.”, she huffed.

With a wise undertone, the younger woman responded: “It’s what it’s.”

“You can’t say that about everything.”, Alexia shook her head amusedly.

Mapi grinned at her counterpart: “Why not?”

“It’s not always what it’s.”, the midfielder explained earnestly, feeling like she was talking to a child rather than a grown-up woman.

Her good friend's belief in love was simply unshakeable. That's why the younger player's response didn't surprise Alexia at all, it was full of hope, something she thought she had lost when it came to love:” Maybe it’s more a question of what could be between you two?”

What was the feeling that arose in the midfielder when she looked at you?  Attraction, yes, but maybe deep down it was something more, something that terrified her. Loving family, friends and team-mates was one thing, but loving a person with all her heart was a brave step in her eyes. Was Alexia ready to open herself up to that? But what about the age difference between you?

So many questions which wanted to be answered.

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What Happens In Vegas (Alessia Russo x McCabe!Reader)

From The Pretender series

In this universe, Mac and Alessia broke up and after 4 years, reunite at Leah’s wedding

It had been four years since Alessia broke up with you and four years since you last saw her. After you were forced into an early retirement, you went a bit a-wall. After the break up, you took a job outside of football, in Barcelona, just working as the lead Spanish and English speaking contractor for a big company there. It wasn’t too challenging, you loved fixing things, but it paid really well due to the two languages and the physical nature of the work.

You stayed close enough with Leah, but mostly it was Alexia that you relied on through the break up. You and Alexia lived in the same building, just in separate apartments. Alessia lived with her then girlfriend and now wife, Olga, and you could afford your own place, so you never wanted to intrude. Alessia and Leah stayed best friends and housemates for a long time, until Leah met her girlfriend, Elle. When she moved out of the home the three of you once shared, Alessia moved into a smaller, downsized place with Alban.

The break up with Alessia had broken you in ways you didn’t even think was possible. Your life was falling apart as it was with your career ending, and she, understandably, just didn’t know how to cope with that or how to help you. You, being you, never made it easy for her either. Shutting down when she tried to help or constantly trying to drink away your problems. It was a toxic cycle, and in fairness to Alessia, she put a stop to it for her own sake.

You respected it, but it left you brokenhearted. You wished you could have handled the entire situation better, because, who knows? Maybe Alessia was actually the one. Maybe you could have had a family, done something else in and around the football world and been happy. Instead of being this miserable, blank person you’d turned into in Barcelona.

You were pretty sure Alessia was the one, because it had been four years and you still hadn’t got over her.

-

“Hola Mac” Alexia called from your front door, letting herself in with her key.

“Hola” you mumbled back. “Is Olga with ye?”

“No, just me” she said, shutting the front door and heading to your kitchen. She came into the room, seeing you sitting at the kitchen table with your head in your hands. “¿Todo bien?” Alexia frowned, quickly taking a seat beside you.

“Not really” you shook your head, handing her the piece of paper.

“A wedding?” Alexia asked, scanning the paper until she landed on the name. “Le- Leah is getting married?” She gasped.

“Yeah” you replied. “I don’t have a choice, do I? I have to go” you groaned.

“Sí, that’s right” she agreed.

“Ye need to come as my date” you began.

“No, no” she shook her head. “No way”

“Please, I can’t go on my own” you begged.

“Nosotras casi nos besamos” Alexia blurted out.

“Ye almost kissed..?” You frowned. “Wait do ye mean Leah? Ye almost kissed Leah? When? What the fuck? Does Olga know?”

“No” she said, squishing your lips together to get you to shut up. “It was before we even were engaged and I didn’t really kiss her” she explained.

“Okay, so we can both be awkward together then” you suggested.

“Olga will say no, she will miss me too much” Alexia shrugged.

“She won’t say no to me” you smirked. Olga loved you, anything she broke she would come over and bat her eyelids and you’d come and fix it for her in their apartment. She would thank you by cooking or baking for you. You liked Olga, her and Alexia made a lot of sense as a couple. You couldn’t ever imagine Alexia and Leah working out in any universe.

So, Olga agreed once you’d asked, of course. Despite Alexia thinking Olga would say no because she would miss her, Olga was delighted to get her out of the apartment and have a few days of peace. In return, you had to assemble a flat pack Olga had bought on a whim without Alexia knowing. So you put it together for the Spanish girl and had it ready and standing before Alexia even got home, so Olga could make it out that it had been there the entire time.

But you were just thankful that the first time you were going to see Alessia in four years, your best friend was going to be with you.

-

Back in London, your ex girlfriend was going through a similar crisis. Of course she had a little bit more warning that the date for Leah’s wedding was coming. She was the maid of honour. She knew you were going to be there, but it hadn’t really hit her until Leah got your RSVP including a plus one.

“What does she mean by a plus one? Is she dating someone?” Alessia frowned.

“Not that I’m aware” Leah shrugged. “It’s probably Alexia”

“Why would it be Alexia?” Alessia moaned.

“Because she probably doesn’t want to come on her own and wants someone she’s comfortable with there” Leah explained.

“What if she brings a date? What do I do then?” Alessia huffed.

“There’s nothing stopping you bringing a date” Leah said. “You know her better than anyone, she’s just awkward. I’m telling you it’s not a date” Leah reassured her, taking out her phone that had beeped

Leah was right. You were a very awkward individual and hated stepping outside your comfort zone.

Mac 💙

Hey, thanks for the invite to the wedding. Just wanted to let you know that my +1 is Alexia. If that’s not alright it’s grand though.

“I’m sure this text wasn’t for me” Leah smirked, turning the phone around to show Alessia your message. “Better?”

“Yeah” she nodded. “It’s been four years, why am I still so hung up on someone that I broke up with?” Alessia sighed.

“You haven’t really put yourself back out there either” Leah mentioned.

“I’ve tried” Alessia groaned. “Say if something happened-”

“Please” Leah stopped her. “If you two got back together it would make my life so much easier” she laughed.

“So, you’d be fine?” Alessia asked.

“Yes, but you need to play a bit hard to get. You can’t just go for it straight away” Leah explained.

“Well, what do you think I should do?” Alessia asked.

-

You’d gotten to the hotel late last night, so you and Alexia had just made a brief plan of what time to be ready for before going to your rooms and curling up in bed.

You, as usual, were ready at the agreed time, banging on Alexia’s door who took a minute to open it.

“You look nice” Alexia smiled as she opened her hotel room door.

“Thanks” you nodded. “I’d say the same, but you’re still not ready. Vamos, por favor” you mumbled.

“Sí, come in” she giggled, throwing you a bag of mini cookies to distract you at the fact that she wasn’t ready.

“I just need to put my dress and shoes on and then we can go. Eat your cookies and shut up” she said, pointing to the bag of biscuits that you were munching on and scrolling on your phone.

The next time you looked up, Alexia was stood applying lipstick in the mirror, now fully ready to go. “Ye look nice” you mumbled.

“I know” she smirked. “Come here” she said, tightening your tie and straightening your jacket. “Vale, vamos” she smiled, squishing your cheeks and walking out of the room.

You sat down near the middle of the room, speaking Spanish with Alexia, a thing you two often did when you were in public spaces, until your voice caught in your throat.

“Mac?” Alexia frowned as she saw your eyes drop to the floor. “Oh” she mumbled when she saw who was now stood at the top of the room.

“This was a mistake” you whispered. “I can’t be here” you added.

“Relax. It’s okay” Alexia threw her hand on your knee. “She can’t stop looking at you, should I wave?”

“Do not fuckin’ move that hand or I will break it Reina” you huffed. “She looks so good, I can’t cope” you groaned.

“Just think of dinner” Alexia said, trying to distract you, which seemed to be working in helping to ease you. “Did that work? Okay yes, dinner” she continued. “And whatever I don’t eat, you can have”

“Really?” You asked.

“Sí, what are you going to order?” She mumbled, pulling out the phone to show you the menu again as you were now fully distracted going over the menu. It distracted you right the way up to the music beginning to play and the ceremony beginning. You were delighted for Leah, really you were, but you could not keep your eyes off of Alessia.

She looked beautiful.

Thankfully you were sat separately for dinner, and you thought you were going to get away with not speaking to her for the whole night, until Alexia sent you to the bar to get her a drink.

“Oh, hello” you stuttered to the girl stood beside you.

“Hi, Mac” Alessia smiled as your heart dropped. Why was she calling you that?

“Can I, uh” you said, still a bit taken a back. “Do ye want a drink?” You asked.

“I’m good Mac, thank you” she nodded, taking her drink from the bar and walking away.

Mac? What the fuck?

“What’s up?” Leah smiled as she wrapped her arm around you.

“Nothin’” you shook your head. “Congratulations” you added, giving her a hug.

“Did I see you and Less talking?” She asked, nudging your shoulder.

“Yeah, she just called me Mac twice and went back to her mates” you explained.

“What?” Leah frowned.

“Here you are” the bartender said, sliding you two drinks.

“I’ll see ye in a bit” you faked a smile to the bride, not wanting to bother her with your issues on her wedding day. You got back to the table and slammed Alexia’s drink down in front of her.

“That bad?” Alexia said.

“Yeah” you groaned. “I don’t think tonight could get worse, actually”

“Think again” Alexia mumbled as your older sister sat down beside you.

“A text would have been nice to let me know ye were comin’” Katie huffed.

“Alessia Russo” Leah whisper shouted. “I said play hard to get, not abandon all morals you had on that nickname”

“It slipped out” Alessia groaned. “I’ve completely fucked it, haven’t I?” She asked as Leah glanced over to your table, watching you practically squirming in your seat as Katie chatted the ear off you. As per usual, your eyes were glued to the ground and Alexia also sat awkwardly, not really understanding the English with how quick your sister spoke.

“I’m sure she’d forgive you if you go save her from that” Leah said, flicking her eyes towards you as Alessia looked over. You and Katie had spoken less in the last four years than you had with Alessia. And despite not really knowing you anymore, your ex girlfriend understood that you wanted to be swallowed whole by the ground right now.

She got to her feet, not yet thinking about what she was going to say until she was right at the edge of your table.

“Y/n?” Alessia said, interrupting Katie completely as you looked up. “Can we talk?” She asked, as you very quickly nodded and got up off the seat, following her over towards the dance floor that was now jam packed.

Alexia also got up from the table, spotting Laia and Mariona and striking up a conversation with them.

“Do ye want to dance or somethin’?” You frowned as Alessia now realised she’d pulled you onto the dance floor.

“I was just trying to get you away, but I don’t know what option was worse for you” Alessia giggled.

“Definitely not you anyway” you shook your head with a smile as a slow song turned on. “Do ye want to dance?” You asked again as the girl nodded and pressed against you rather quickly.

“I didn’t mean to call you Mac” the girl whispered against your chest as your fingers interlocked with hers, your other hand resting on her lower back and hers on your shoulder.

“I never thought I’d hear ye say that name” you chuckled as the girl found a weird comfort in the way your body vibrated against her. “I was so nervous to see ye as it was, that’s why I brought little Miss Spain with me”

“You were nervous?” She asked.

“Terrified” you nodded as she pulled back a little bit to look up at you. “I know it’s been four years, but I still struggle not to think about ye” you admitted.

“I find it hard too” Alessia explained as you softened a little. “Have you-”

“Once” you answered her before she asked the question. “I met a girl in Barcelona and we went on one date, but it just wasn’t the same” you shrugged.

“You’re trying to tell me in four years you’ve slept with one person?” She asked, not really believing you.

“Yeah” you nodded. “Why? Have ye slept with more?” You frowned.

“Two” she answered honestly. “But yeah, it wasn’t the same” she repeated as the two of you stayed silently swaying to the next song. Why did it have to be this song?

“Ye know” you began. “I always thought if we were goin’ to get married some day, that this would be our weddin’ song” you hummed.

“Really?” Alessia said, fully backing away as if you’d said the complete wrong thing. “I did too” she smiled, and that smile could have killed you, especially when her hand slid from your shoulder to the back of your head.

“Less, I’ve spent four years tryin’ to get over ye” you mumbled.

“Well I can’t get over you” she whispered in your ear. “And I can’t keep pretending that I am” she said.

“I don’t know what I’m meant to do here” you sighed as you pulled back from her a little.

“Yes you do” she nodded, unlocking your hands and guiding your free one to her waist. “You know exactly what to do” she groaned against your ear as you practically went weak.

You pushed your lips against hers and way too many memories came flooding back to you, good and bad. But you pushed them all to the back of your mind, because your focus had to be on one thing and one thing only. You were taking this girl back to your hotel room.

“Can we go somewhere more private?” You asked the girl who was already nodding and dragging you out of the room. She pulled you by the tie into the lift, trapping herself willingly between the wall and your body.

“Did you bring anything, baby?” She asked between kisses as you shook your head. “That’s okay, you’re more than enough” she smirked as you kissed down her neck, pulling her dress up slightly. “Wait until we get into the room” she giggled and slapped your hand.

“Can’t help it” you smirked. “Ye don’t understand how badly I want ye”

“Trust me, I do. I want you just as badly” she confirmed as finally the lift doors opened on your floor. You led her down the hall by her hand and when you stopped to get the key card out of your pocket, she bit your earlobe before whispering, “I want you to fuck me so good, like a good girl”

“Yes, boss” you nodded, pulling her inside as the door opened.

You actually kind of felt bad for Leah that two of her best friends had left her wedding for hours on end. Too busy fucking the life out of each other three floors up in the comfort of a hotel room. You explored Alessia’s body again like it was a new found religion.

It’d been so long since you both had slept with someone that you mutually agreed through a chuckle that the first time you both finished didn’t count, and you were determined to make up for lost time. And after about 10 rounds, you eventually both decided to take a break.

“I’ve missed ye so much” you said as the two of you laid back on the mattress, turned on your sides to face each other.

“I missed you too” she nodded, stroking the side of your face gently. “Is there any way we could start over?” She asked.

“What do ye mean? Like ye want to be together again?” You replied.

“I don’t know? Maybe?” She sighed. “It’s never going to be the same with anybody else and I’m still in love with you” she admitted as you gulped.

“I love ye too, Less” you smiled as she pulled you in to kiss you again.

“Come home” she pouted. “What are you doing in Barcelona?”

“I’m working as a contractor for this company” you mumbled.

“As in, you’re like-”

“Maintenance, basically” you cut across her.

“So do you wear those hot trousers?” She smirked.

“Yeah, and then the company polo is like light grey” you explained, taking your phone off the counter to show her a photo.

“God, you’re so hot” she moaned. “Go back down” she mumbled, attempting to push your head as you laughed.

“Ye know, we should both probably go back down. Before Alexia or Leah kills us” you added.

“That’s true” she nodded with a giggle. “But on one condition” she said.

“Yeah?”

“You promise to take me back up here later to go asleep” she smiled.

“Deal” you nodded. “I’m never goin’ anywhere again” you added, before pressing your lips to hers.

[woso-scotland]

No conceded from a corner a minute in threw the kitchen sink at them second half and lost 1-0 🙃

Dundee, away in the cup this evening as you can see it's a long trip

Did you have a nice time? 😁

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Housemates | Leah Williamson x Reader

synopsis: just platonic housemate things x

warnings: kind of suggestive

word count: 1.9k

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You couldn't sleep. 

You have been lying in bed, in the dark, for the past hour just staring up at the ceiling. You tried to distract yourself with your phone, scrolling through tiktok for a few minutes before you eventually got bored and decided the silence was better company. 

But now the silence was too much. 

Shaking off your duvet, you heft yourself out of bed, mentally cursing the cool rush of cold air. You debated slipping on a pair of pyjama pants, but decided against it. You only ever went to sleep with an oversized t-shirt. Braless, and pants-less. 

You don't even bother slipping on your slippers, opting to just tiptoe your way out of your own room. Feeling for the doorknob, you twist it open. 

A dull, gray light filters through the windows, a weak moon casting long shadows across the living room as you dart past, tiptoeing across marble floors. You regret not wearing your slippers.

You squint in the dark, recognising the faint outline of the sofa, its upholstery frayed in places. Next to it the dark wood surface of the coffee table is engulfed by lingering shadows. You couldn’t even guess the time— if it was late night, or early morning.

Your footsteps were unhurried and confident as you climb the stairs, step by step. It was almost like you were in a trance. The short journey was natural, instinctive— habitual, almost. 

There were definitely perks to having such a great housemate. When you first moved to London, you weren’t expecting to live with a footballer. Your older sister had told you that an old friend of hers from sixth-form had a spare room to rent out, and you immediately jumped at the chance to live in central London for a really, really good price. 

You certainly weren’t expecting the old friend to be Leah Williamson, captain of the women's national team.

Making your way to the only room in the second floor, you push the door open with zero hesitation, as if opening the pages of a well-worn book, already prepared for what you were about to see behind the doors. 

You see a mass of dark hair peaking out of the covers first, dark and inviting.

The only light that spills into the room is faint. Shadows of moonlight peek through the edges of the curtains. It enters the room, pooling into the corners, tracing the outlines of the furniture in ghostly, quiet silver. The streams of light touch the edges of the bedspread and trace the curves of the headboard, highlighting the subtle grain of the dark wood interior.

Tiptoeing over to one side of the bed, you clear your throat loudly before you shake the figure awake. 

“Wake up.”

A quiet moan sounds from beneath the covers. You roll your eyes, already annoyed at the extra company. You’ve done this routine far too many times at this point. You feel for a bony shoulder and nudge it again, a little harsher this time. 

“Oi. Up you get, c'mon” You raise your voice a little louder. Since when did scaring random women out of your housemates' bed become your part-time job?

The stranger finally wakes up. She opens her eyes, squinting up at you, a look of annoyance written all over her face.

Sadly for her, you could not find it in you to care one bit.

She was pretty, to be fair. Minus the smudged black eyeliner decorating her face and the pillow lines across her cheeks.

Must've been a wild night then.

You ignore the sudden twinge you felt in your chest.

The mystery woman speaks. “w-whats going on?”

Good thing she’s not a screamer like some of the others.

"Did you not hear me the first time? Get up and leave"

The woman turns to Leah who is still fast asleep and nudges her, as if asking for help. These woman are all the same. You couldn't help but roll your eyes, shifting on your feet. The floor was cold and you’d ideally like to be underneath warm covers right now.

"L-Leah..." All she gets is a groan of annoyance. The woman in question shifts further away from her bedmate until she is nearly at the end of the bed. You couldn't help but chuckle, quickly masking it with a hand over your mouth when a noise unintentionally escapes your lips.

But this one was stubborn and desperate. She fishes her arm out from under the covers and shakes Leah’s shoulder even harder. When she realises that you were not only going to stare at her like a hawk until she leaves, but also that her one night stand wasn’t budging, she finally sits up against the headboard.

The blanket falls slightly off of her frame, exposing one bare shoulder.

There’s that weird tight feeling in your chest again.

You advert you eyes to the sleeping blonde with her back turned towards you. You were tempted to grab a pillow and start smacking her until she woke up. The annoying fucker.

"Who even are you?" The woman pipes up, her voice scratchy, like nails on a chalk board.

"Her fiancée."

You could've cackled straight to her face at the way the woman's eyes widen like saucers, looking back and fourth between you and Leah's back.

But then you hear a low chuckle from the other side of the bed.

Thank god.

“Leah, tell your little friend here to leave” 

The blonde rolls over to face you the both of you, still blinking the sleep out of her eyes. She raised her arms up to stretch, giving you a peak of a black Nike sports bra.

The small smile she gives you is full of Williamson snark, as if she fully anticipating the sight before her. You weren't new to kicking her one-night endeavours out of her bed, and it's almost as if she finds entertainment from this.

Finally she address the her new buddy. “You should go”

“Excuse me?” The audacity of this woman.

“You heard my fiancée, get out.”

The woman doesn't wait a minute longer. She huffs, throwing off the blanket muttering under her breath. You swear you heard her utter “bastard” somewhere in there.

Luckily she was semi-dressed, wearing a strapless bra and a pair of underwear. Unfortunately, you had seen far too many naked bodies before— without your consent.

She grabs her clothes littered all over the floor, half-assedly throwing them on as she fumbles with buttons and zippers. Her movements were sharp, impatient, as she darts all over the room. Without a glance back at the two of you, she scurries out, slamming the door behind her.

Turning back to the blonde, you find her sitting up and already staring at you. Seeing her one-night stands run around like headless chickens the morning after was the norm for the blonde. While she explicitly states that she’s in for a good time, not a long time, others do still like to push their luck.

Luckily, you’re there to snap them back to reality.

"Well...she seemed nice"

The England captain rolls her eyes, flopping back on the bed. "You scared her off"

Scoffing, you peeling back the covers and sliding in the now empty space beside her. Lucky for you, the spot has been kindly warmed up for you. “Want me to call her back in here then—?”

You make a move to get back out of bed, but Leah grabs your wrist, tugging you down and draping the covers back over you.

“Nahh. I’ve got you now”

You sit up, leaning half of your body up against the headboard. You poke her on the arm. "You're the one who called me your fiancée"

"Wasn't as bad as the time I called you my wife" Leah chuckles, low and breathy. She turns to you, sharing a smile as you both reminisce the pure look of horror on that poor woman's face.

Fun times.

Before you could say anything else, Leah moves over, laying her head on your chest and getting comfortable again. She had the worst case of bedhead, you think to yourself as you look down at the mess of blonde locks.

You smile as you run your fingers gently through the soft strands of blonde. 

She hums at the action, her body visibly relaxing. She seemed to take it as a sign to scoot closer to you, so she does. She drapes an arm across your waist, dragging you closer to her own body, snuggling further into your side. The blanket wasn't the only thing offering you warmth right now but you ignore that fact for now.

You both bask in the silence for a minute. While you were preoccupied, trying to comb through her hair, you failed to notice sly fingers curling under your oversized t-shirt.

Your breath hitches as a warm finger strokes the skin by your hip. For a split second you freeze, but then you remember it's just Leah. 

It’s just your housemate.

Her finger continues to caress the lace resting on your skin before she makes a humming sound again, to herself, as if in deep thought.

After a while, she speaks again. Her finger not having left your skin. "This is new”

You hum in agreement. It was indeed new. A cheeky little purchase from Agent Provocateur, a gift to yourself after the shitty week you’ve had.

“It's lace,” a finger hooks into the band, pulling it away from your skin briefly. "…and satin. huh"

Her fingers dance across the scallop lace details by your hips, caressing the material like this is a normal occurrence between housemates. The air between you is thick with the weight of what isn’t being said.

You let her, selfishly enjoying her delicate touch against your skin.

"Yeah," Clearing your throat, you squeeze your legs for a moment, praying she didn't notice. But you doubt that when the gentle touches move down to your bare thigh, massaging the tense flesh.

You try to ignore the urge to keep your leg still instead of pressing it further into her palm, a greedy little thing. Her touch is soothing and natural. As if this is all a regular occurrence. You continue, "It's from their new collection— it’s pink”

You're not sure why you felt like you had to share that information. It's almost as if you were tongue-tied and can only focus on the fingers still tracing patterns on your skin.

Leah shifts slightly, squinting up at you. Pretty blue eyes meet yours, scanning, searching for something. The air between you thickens, charged.

"yeah?" she murmurs, her voice low and husky. Traces of sleep still linger in her voice and you find yourself oddly lulled by the sound of it.

You nod, adverting your gaze. Lately, you've found yourself unable to meet her eyes at times. You focus on combing her hair back, the bangs she had cut short a few months ago now long enough that it drapes over her eyes.

She continues to look up at you, cerulean blue eyes almost yearning for your attention again. You couldn't ignore them from your peripheral, so you will yourself to meet them with your own.

Whatever she sees in your eyes seem to dictate her next move. She drops her gaze to where her fingers are slowly pulling up your t-shirt, until they grant her a peek at magenta pink lace.

“oh yeah,” She agrees, as if she needed the confirmation. She smirks that annoyingly attractive smile before she lets the shirt drop back down over your hips. “s’nice, baby.”

Leah runs her hands over your hips, above the shirt. She’ll keep the memory of pretty pink against your bare skin tucked safely in the back of her mind; cradled in the quiet, sacred corners of her thoughts, where nothing but longing stirs.

She then slides her fingers back under the material again, keeping them there, her touch less hesitant and firmer this time. You won’t be surprised if you find finger marks around your hips and thighs tomorrow morning.

You feel her thumb start to rub circles on your bare skin again, moving greedily against the lace. Her breath fans your neck, close enough that you could just about feel her lips on you, whispering a secret only meant for you. “I like those on you" 

oh to be platonic housemates with a hot football player (who also happens to notice when you’re wearing new underwear) x

・❥・- kisses, butter

*This work is my original creation. Please don’t copy, share, or translate it without asking for my permission first. Thanks for respecting that!

[woso-scotland]

It's Warm and The Charms-a-workin' (Glódís Perla Viggósdóttir x Reader)

A/n Requested. Gettin back into it, y'all (again)

Content/Warning(s): Fluff, Swearing, Gay. (Idk)

"I swear it keeps getting nicer every time I come back here."

A few heads turn your way with curious gazes at the newly deboarded woman barely wrapped up in a long sleeve shirt, jacket and jeans, gazing around with a warm smile despite the severe chill swirling around the country for the Christmas holidays.

"C'mon you, their waiting at the gate for us, they've been asking when I'm going to bring you back to Iceland. You know sometimes I think they love you more than me."

Your girlfriend shakes her head fondly, taking your hand and dragging your somehow hot running self up the stairs into the terminal from the freezing cold outside, occasionally passed by a rushing flightgoer with small apologies for brushing past in the narrow walkway.

The sun was just starting to crest over the horizon, showing itself finally in its short daily visit over Reykjavik, the early morning flight from Germany to Keflavík and then Reykjavik allowing you enough time to land during daylight hours.

Not that you minded the evening hours in Iceland.

The place was beautiful this time of year, or even just in general but having constantly running festive lighting all year round was certainly a plus.

The airport hustle around you feels somewhat familiar to the one in Munich as your hand tightens in Glódís' to hold her closer to you as you move around the crowd, eventually spotting the familiar faces of your (you're hoping) future in-laws.

Viggó and Magnea both approach you with warm smiles, quickly bringing you in for hugs each, rapid greetings to you and their daughter who's amused look of "Told-you-so" makes you chuckle.

"Quickly, We need to get home before the sun goes down, we have some places to take you to."

"Of course, I'll grab our suitcases and meet you outside the terminal if you go find the car?"

You turn to Glódís, nodding towards the arrivals baggage claim.

"Okay, call me if you get lost again."

The small smirk on her face makes you roll your eyes and huff at her playfully.

"I will not. Now stop it."

She chuckles.

An antic look on her face and your surprised by a very sudden slap to your butt and you jump, nearly swearing at the loudness alone and a soft glare back her way.

"Well get moving!"

Glaring harder at the Icelander, you rather swiftly reprimanding her.

"Damn it, Gló, not in front of your-"

Her parents look back, amused at how quickly you shut your mouth, flustered.

Magnea nudges the ginger towards the door with an amused smile on her face, leaving you to grab the packed bags.

"Leave the poor girl alone, Glódís."

The last thing you hear in the loud airport from them is Glódís' soft giggle as they exit, leaving you staring at the luggage conveyor's entrance to the arrivals lobby.

Standing in silence as you take in the warmth of the air conditioning, blasting through the large building, battling against the ever present cold threatening to overwhelm the area through the ever open automatic doors.

Given how busy Munich always is, it surprises you how much you seem to relax in the busy-ness of Reykjavik.

Maybe it's in the way you find yourself thinking about what you're doing during the trip here for the week.

Maybe it's the thought of the long conversations ahead, constantly going over how to word your one question to the girl you love's parents.

Maybe it's a bit traditional and outdated of you.

Maybe it's something you know she won't be mad about you asking.

You'd talked about marriage before, long before now, back when you were still acclimating, still just friends with the woman.

She'd said marriage was something she wanted in the future.

That whenever it happened, it happened.

You thank the lord every day that you'd gotten an answer that day because any other day would've definitely scared the poor woman off given how quickly you'd both gotten together within your first seven months at the club.

Regardless, she wanted marriage, the question was, does she want it with you?

It's a nervous thought, it makes you tick every day you spend with her because you find yourself falling head over heels in love with this woman.

The fact you even have those doubts worries you.

You're so comfortable with each other, there's no part of her you don't know already.

There's no part of you that she doesn't know or at least have an idea of by now.

She knows your ticks, your nervous habits, your expressions, even somehow conquering the art of your weird southern sayings.

Lord, she knows what you're about to say before you say it.

It takes all of a single look and she knows how you're feeling before you do.

The best part is, it was all so easy to settle into, it wasn't slow, it wasn't fast, just the right speed for you to fall for each other.

The domesticity.

And that's when you realise that your fears shouldn't be fears at all.

The fact Glódís hasn't run away from the domesticity tells you everything.

Why stay comfortable with that if she wasn't in it for the long haul, right?

Not to mention she's been talking a lot about your teammates weddings and...

Oh.

She's been hinting this whole time.

Oh shoot.

She's been hinting this whole time and you've missed it- and you're about to miss the brightly coloured suitcases belonging to you and her travelling past you on the conveyor for the fourth time.

Swiftly grappling onto the straps of the bags, you wheel them out to the carpark, your previous thoughts ringing through your head and you spot the Toyota belonging to Viggó pulled up closer to the carparks entrance.

Glódís looks from her watch held up towards her face, giving you a teasing smile as you walk towards the car.

"Took your time, hey?"

"C'mon, you know they take an age gettin' the bags loaded onto the conveyor. I did NOT get lost."

The cheeky smile on her face as she presses a soft kiss to your cheek makes you pout, and she chuckles, grabbing the bags from your hands to lug them up into the trunk.

The drive back to Kópavogur is shorter than you expected, surprised at so little traffic on the way back to the large town where the woman sitting leant on your shoulder grew up.

Her warm breath puffing against the skin of your neck as she watches you take in the surroundings of the roads through the car window, relaxes you.

The whole time you spend watching car after car go past, the buildings occasionally towering over the highways and side roads remind you of your time back in Portland.

You notice the slowing puffs of air against you, and the woman on your shoulder falls asleep there before the end of the trip, having been awake long before the majority of the trip over here began.

Carefully holding her head there, your hand rests on her face, and shifts to her knee, and you make eye contact with her father in the rear vision mirror, who smiles at the sight behind him.

Ever the protective father, his smile at you stems from the place where he knows his stubborn, intelligent and strong daughter has found someone who'll protect her in even the smallest moments without question, and with no words spoken, gives you a small nod, which you smile softly at and return the gesture.

Upon arrival, you gently stir the woman with a kiss to the forehead and a couple nudges, helping her from the car with a hand down and a wink, which she accepts with a small grin, plus a chuckle from Viggó which earns him a slap to the shoulder from his wife, something to the effect of "Leave them be." exiting the woman's mouth.

Not that you pay him much mind, your eyes locked on your girlfriend who's currently leading you and your suitcase over to her childhood home, her spare key already in hand.

The house is a warm, two story building, with an older brick touch compared to the modern surroundings you'd seen.

The small yard out front neat and clean and from the glimpse you get of the backyard over the side wooden fence, the same goes out there.

Though an old children's swing set and occasional small toys linger out in the grassy snow still, seemingly left there as a memory of the growth of the woman currently holding the thick wooden front door open for you and the older couple.

You step aside to gesture in only for them to practically push you in themselves, insisting guests first.

The house is still warm on the inside, the snow not making it past the concrete path and stoop, a drastic change in temperature for your now Munich accustomed self, much used to the warmth of the ranch you grew up on.

The inside is just as neatly kept as the yards, exceptions made for their home to look lived in, reminding you of your own.

You like a clean home but nobody loves a place not lived in.

It's perfect and you missed it, saying so out loud out of gratitude to your girlfriend's parents for letting you stay there.

"The place is beautiful as always, Ma'am."

Magnea chuckles, patting you on the shoulder as she moves past you to drop her bag by the entryway on the table.

"Thank you, Y/n. You know how I feel about being called that, though."

Your cheeks turn a soft pink, apology on the tip of your tongue until you get an amused pointed look from the older Icelander.

"Habits die hard."

Rubbing the back of your neck, you move to put your suitcase up in the room where Glódís has disappeared to, only to be grabbed by the shoulder and pulled to a corner of the kitchen by the older pair, voices hushed as they gesture for you to come closer.

"You got it, right?"

Back straightening, eyes widening in surprise, you stutter softly.

"Got w-what?"

"Oh come on, no need to hide it from us, we can see that look anywhere."

Glancing back and forth between them, Viggó's eyes in particular watching your own as they flicker trying to work out if they mean what you think they mean.

"Yes, that. Did you find one for her?"

Swallowing, you nod.

"Yeah, but how-"

"How did we know? Please. It's obvious."

Magnea is quick to ease the panicking look in your eyes.

"Not so obvious as for her to know it's happening but we know an approaching proposal when we see it. Especially when you suddenly start getting nervous around us. Your girlfriend's parents."

Viggó nods.

"You've got something to ask us, right?"

You hesitantly nod, going to open your mouth.

"Well don't."

Oh shoot. They don't approve. This is bad.

"We're not the ones you should be asking. Nobody but our daughter needs to be asked."

Oh.

"I completely understand, but it's just something we've discussed previously, and coming from how I grew up, even if I wasn't planning on taking much account of the answer, it's still nice to ask and-"

"And we completely understand, we know our girl would say yes to you in a heartbeat regardless of our answer, and she knows well that we know she wouldn't listen to us if we said no anyway, but our answer will be the same regardless because it's not us you're asking."

Viggó's hand tightens on your shoulder.

"You've shown how much we can trust you with our little girl, even though she's not little anymore, she's our baby, and you've proven how much you love her. And we'll always say yes to the one who protects her and loves her like you do."

Nodding, your eyes tear up a little, a wide smile crossing your face.

"Thank you, Sir. I appreciate that. And yes, I love your daughter more than anything. And she's given just as much back, more than me actually. I owe her so much and I wanna spend the rest of my life giving that back to her."

"Good, we know you will. In the mean time, you should probably go upstairs, lord knows she's dying to ask you about the conversation we just had."

You chuckle, nodding in agreement.

"Don't forget to show us later!"

Magnea calls up after you on your way up the stairs and at this point, the pink in your cheeks crawls up to the tips of your ears, which you practically have to smack away before you enter through the half closed door of the now rearranged bedroom.

Instead of the old bed there, it's been switched out for a larger queen size, though her old posters and dresser still remain, wanting to preserve her teen years yet again.

The woman is sat twiddling her thumbs on the mattress pretending like she hadn't just been attempting to listen down the hallway, not unlike her younger years when her parents had hushed conversations away from prying ears.

"Cute baby. You're not subtle, though."

Groaning, she flops back on the bed.

"Take that as you won't tell me?"

"Mm, no. You'll find out later. Just some stuff about our plans for the week."

The red head pouts up you as you sit on the mattress beside her dramatically limp body.

"Nothing? Not even a little hint?"

She reaches up, her thumb and forefinger held up in your direction indicating a small gap.

Laughing, you move her fingers together, closing the gap altogether.

"Nada, beautiful. Nothin'. You'll be fine. You, missy, need a lil' patience."

Leaning over, you press kiss after kiss to her face, finally shifting to her lips, silencing her soft grumbles turned giggles, her hands moving to remove your beanie, tangling in your loose long hair, tucking it back behind your ear as you smile down at her.

"Alright, alright. No more plotting with my parents, though. Those two won't tell me anything either, this is so not fair."

Chuckling you poke her nose.

"No guarantees, sorry."

Another soft pout that you kiss away, being pulled back in for a longer softer one, her grip on the back of your neck loosening to let you pull back a few centimetres.

"Now c'mon, we're losing daylight and your parents have stuff still planned for us."

Much to the chagrin of your girlfriend, she finds you constantly having quiet words with the two throughout your walk around the city, occasionally glancing her way with loving, encouraging eyes.

It's driving her mad trying to work out what's happening, not used to being this excluded from conversations, but she let's it happen, knowing it's just you bonding with the pair, remembering how nervous you'd been to meet them the first time around.

----

"Baby, relax, they'll love you."

Your hands grip the armrests of the middle seat on the plane tightly, knee bouncing slightly, much to the annoyance of the seat occupant on your right.

"I know but it's the first time I'm meeting anyone of my partners' parents, let alone yours, Gló."

Her expression softens at the genuinely stressed look in your eye.

She's never given you reason to be nervous, talking about the times her dad had proven time and time again that he wasn't as much of a threat as he liked to present.

Then again, maybe that was the point.

You didn't wanna disappoint the man and woman who'd raised the woman you'd fallen so hard for.

A hand loosening your curled fist and tangling fingers with yours makes you look at her finally, eyes cautiously meeting hers.

"Baby, they love you already, I don't know how many times they've asked me to bring you home for the winter break. There's no possible way they don't love you."

"But what if I don't live up to what they expect to see?"

Her hands cup your face, and your knee finally stops it's vibrating harshly against the carpeted floor of the plane.

"They expect you to be you, not anyone else. They don't expect anything because they wanna meet you, the human being who's behind all the love and time you've given me that I've told them about."

Biting your lower lip, you nod slowly, taking slower breaths to calm yourself as the plane begins it's descent into Reykjavik.

"Okay, I can accept that."

She nods in agreement, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, settling properly back into her seat, ready for landing as soon as possible to get to see her family again finally.

-

"Y/n! Finally, look at you! So strong and beautiful, isn't she, Viggó?"

Your cheeks flush at the praise from the blonde haired woman enveloping you in a surprisingly warm embrace for a first meeting, your eyes darting back and forth between the older woman and your very much amused girlfriend, who's holding back laughter at your reaction.

"Mamma, let the girl breathe."

The woman pulls back, holding you in her grip still, hands on your arms looking over you with a never wavering smile before turning you towards the now standing next to you older gentleman, Glódís' father.

"Nice to finally meet you, Sir."

Holding out your hand, you go for a handshake only to have it half smacked away with an amused chuckle and hugged tightly by the much stronger than you anticipated older man.

"None of that formality, we're a hugging family here."

"Do I get my hugs, now, too?"

Having to remind her parents she's there teasingly, she's quickly enveloped by her mother, who presses a kiss to her cheek.

"Sorry, darling, she's so much more beautiful in person, why did you not tell us this?"

"Mamma, don't overwhelm the poor girl, she's about to combust."

"Magnea, dear, she's just met us, save the compliments for later."

Her dad chuckles, arm still around your shoulder squeezing you with a force only the excitedness of a dad meeting a new friend can.

"Yes, well, we're both very happy to have you here at home, now we have so much to do, let's get you both back to Kópavogur so you can rest up in time for it. We have so much to discuss."

----

And, lord, discuss they did.

Everything from your life in Germany right now down to every little adventure you had as a ranch owner's daughter.

Every horse you ever rode, every animal you cared for, everything you did as kid, they loved hearing about it. If it wasn't for the curious wonderment in their eyes, it would've felt like an interrogation.

All your girlfriend did was sit back, smiling behind every sip of her drink the whole time, more than happy to let you do the talking for once.

Her parents knew what she did already, they've seen her life, watched her games, it was nice to have someone take over for a while.

Of course, she didn't escape all of it, but she was letting you take the brunt of it for most of the trip, occasionally nudging her parents away from you for a little while to let you breathe.

Not that you minded any of it.

They were intense.

Hoo boy were they intense.

But it was nice and you enjoyed the feeling. Not that your own parents don't ask and talk to you, but it's different coming from people who aren't traditional southern farmers.

Your parents, albeit proud of how far you've come, don't quite find the excitement in your life that Glódís' parents do, and you find yourself appreciating that more than you want to admit.

This time around, though, it's less about your life growing up.

A lot about your national team games, a heck of a lot about the time you've spent with Glódís and more catchups from the last time about six months ago when you'd seen them in Munich.

It's just as the sun starts cresting back over the opposite end of the skyline when you realise you'd been talking for a good four hours at least.

From going to get food and some fresh groceries, to hanging out with Viggó while Glódís and Magnea went to go find coffee for the lot of you, which your aching tired body was practically begging for by the time the sun fully sets and the pair return.

Given how cold it is out, your girlfriend finds herself missing your warmth and eventually pulls you away from the pair long enough to tuck herself into your side, much to your amusement, given how you'd figured she'd be the one holding your shivering self, again, much to your surprise.

You grow up in one of the hottest places in the US and here you are taking the cold in one of the coldest countries on the planet like you were on a holiday in Ibiza.

Of which, if you looked down long enough at the red head who grew up in said cold climate (which Glódís would argue isn't even the coldest part of iceland, far from it) , you'd see the annoyed tick in her eye as she shivers her way under your jacket, gotten far too used to the mediocre temperatures in Germany.

The walk for the most part is quieter than the initial part of the day, both you and the other couple enjoying the sights of the night side of Reykjavik.

It takes until you hear and feel the constant yawns from the woman tucked into you that you finally mention that you should head back to the house for rest, given how little sleep the older woman had before you'd left.

She half protests, having been enjoying the stroll, but then she yawns again, and your amused smirk down at her makes her roll her eyes and concede, her parents leading you back to where you'd first started the walk.

On the drive back home, a couple things catch your attention, despite your eyes fighting to shut tight for the night wrapped up in the warmth of the a/c in the car and Glódís dead asleep on your shoulder on the way home.

One, there's a lot of city activity for... you check your watch with a soft expression of surprise.. six pm.

Two, driving slowly along a high pedestrian area, something out the window catches your eye quickly, feeling a soft giddy excitement you haven't felt since you'd first come to Germany and found the horses on the farm just next to where you were currently living on the outskirts of Munich.

Trotting happily along the snow ridden paths, a fluffy white Icelandic horse, strong and beautiful in it's journey. Beside it, another one, a deep brown in colour and attached to the rest of it.

Decorative reigns and a sleigh, designed in time for the Christmas holidays, and sat in said sleigh, a happily giggling couple gazing around at the slow falling snow that had begun about half an hour into your drive back home.

It gives you an idea.

----

You awake to an alarm you hadn't even realised you'd set on your phone, still not used to the limited daylight hours, instead of the creeping sunlight through the curtains, you can still see the vague flashing of Christmas lights outside the bedroom window.

Tucked into your side, your love groans softly, tugging you closer to her in an attempt at sheltering herself from the blaring notification going off on your side of the bed.

Finally, with bleary eyes, you attack the phone with enough hand that it stops ringing and you glance at the clock.

"9:00"

In a graceful attempt at trying to get your brain cells to communicate, you think it's nine pm with how dark it is out still and ignore the alarm you'd set before bed.

Within ten minutes, there's a soft peak of glare attacking the white snow out front of the house that sparkles up through the gaps in the blinds.

A soft mumble of, "You didn't close them all the way." huffed into the skin of your jawline as she presses tired kisses against your skin.

Finally, you turn and pull yourself close enough to the blinds to close them fully, a hand drags you back into the oven warmth of the blankets, curling into your chest once more, happily taking a few more minutes of sleep.

Then, a soft knock at the bedroom door awakens you again, this time to nearly full sunlight and a head of blonde hair poking in past the frame to your affirmation to come in.

Magnea smiles softly, shaking her head at the woman buried under ten layers of blankets barely visible to the outside world, and then your half of the bed half empty of said blankets and your form curled around the wrapped up lump.

"You two best be getting up, I swear, Germany has done that woman's sleep schedule no good."

You chuckle, half asleep still, but relent, managing to wrench your sleep shirt away from the iron grip of the defender, wrapping her up a bit tighter to let her sleep longer and tug on a pair of pants to join her parents downstairs, wanting to discuss with them the idea that popped into your head last night.

"You mentioned Glódís loved horses as a child, right? Or the Icelandic ones, at least, am I right?"

Viggó nods, gesturing to a framed photo on the wall of a young strawberry blonde girl on the back of a saddled Icelandic horse, smiling gleefully, clinging to it's mane, face just about buried in it.

"Loved them, obsessed with them. We were convinced she'd become a farmer when she grew up but, well, football became an interest at a slightly older age than then. Why do you ask?"

"I think I know what I wanna do for the... you know."

Viggó slowly nods, a raised brow in your direction.

"You know I love horses myself so I figured this might work out perfectly for us. A Christmas sleigh ride. Maybe coordinated with dinner and well... a proposal."

Nodding thoughtfully, Magnea looks to her husband for a few moments and then grins.

"That sounds wonderful, she'll love it. She'd marry you no matter where but she'll definitely love this more than anything."

Humming, you take a sip of the coffee that Viggó sits down in front of you with a thank you and a grateful smile.

"I know we discussed the dinner by the coast but I just fell in love with those horses when I saw them last night, plus seeing those people, it just reminded me so much of us and-"

Soft, slow padding footsteps down the steps interrupt your sentence and your head perks up to watch the doorway, a tired looking Glódís wandering into the kitchen and you pass her your cup with a small smile and kiss to the cheek, knowing she preferred a slightly cooler coffee than straight from the pot.

"Good morning, Prinsessa."

There's a soft teasing in Magnea's voice, though it goes mostly ignored by her daughter bar the small amused eye roll.

"I'm so used to Germany now, my sleep schedule, my cold tolerance. I need to come back to Iceland before I retire, I swear."

"Sounds good to us."

A small chuckle and Viggó clinks his mug with his wife's.

You chuckle along with them.

"Considering I'm the American here, I genuinely don't understand how I have the better tolerance for the cold than you right now. I grew up in Texas, woman."

"Shush."

Poking your tongue out at her, you stand up to move towards the coffee pot, helping yourself to another cup, setting another brew on knowing this wouldn't be the last one of the morning before you all left to your business for the day.

Letting silence take over the room, you slowly drink the freshly poured beverage in your hand before it's sneakily snagged by the other woman, already having finished your previous coffee for you as is.

Luckily, you don't mind sharing your morning coffee with her if it means you get to see the cheeky, grateful smile on her face, and you get to receive the sweet peck she gives you afterward.

Her body slots against yours easily, cuddling into your side as she browses her Instagram while you glance over the local paper that's been sat on the bench since yesterday morning.

You haven't quite mastered the language, but you know enough to get by whilst going over the various little bits and pieces of the latest news in Kópavogur and Reykjavik.

The warmth in the moment has you melting into the domesticity and you find your heart racing a little as you glance down at the no longer phone occupied woman, instead noticing she's watching you.

Her eyes watching your expression, a cute little focused look on your face as you glance over the wording on the page.

The twinkle in your eye as you put each word together on the page with connection and context.

She loves how much effort you put into life with her.

Every little thing, from the language she grew up speaking to the way she enjoys her coffee to the exact temperature she takes her showers. You're unbelievably sweet to her, and she loves every bit of you for it.

Feeling her eyes on you, you turn your head in her direction with a soft smile.

"You 'kay, darlin'?"

Even that makes her heart flutter. She thought she might be used to it by now. The pet names, the little drawl. But no, here she is blushing at the littlest flirt from you.

She hums, pressing a soft peck to your lips nodding.

"M'fine. Perfect. Just thinking."

You shift, arms wrapping around the other woman's waste and she sets her cup down to not accidentally spill any.

"Thinkin' about?"

"You."

Raising a brow down at her, your hands shift to rest on her lower back, fingers intertwining to rest there.

"Yeah?"

She hums, straightening the no existent collar of your sleep shirt.

"And the fact you've been sneaky planning something for today with those two, and you've yet to tell me what we're even doing."

Her head nods to the pair sitting drinking and reading their papers at the kitchen table.

"Well that's the point ain't it? It's a secret, can't tell you til we get there."

A soft protest leaves her lips.

"But I don't even know what I need for today. What clothes do I wear? Do I need extras?"

Chuckling, you silence with another soft kiss.

"Warm clothes, preferably something comfy to walk around the snow in."

"That gives me nothing."

The soft whine from her lips elicits another chuckle from you.

"Like I said, you'll find out when we get there. Just relax for the day, we don't have anything to do for a good couple hours."

"But it'll be dark out then."

"That's fine, we can do something in the mean time if you want?"

"Do we have anything else planned?"

"Nope, whatever you wanna do."

There's a soft twitch in her brow that you know anywhere, that's her tell-tale sign to holding back laughter.

Sighing, you shake your head at her response.

"Not that. Cheeky. Good lord, your parents are right there, hush with that."

The response only makes her actually laugh.

----

It seems Glódís only wanted to spend the day with just you, thus allowing her parents to do what you needed from them and make a couple phone calls without suspicion.

Thus, you'd both taken a long walk into the city to look at some of the day shops.

You note she's eyeing up the local arcades and decide to steer her that way, cashing in some cards and spend the extra time racing between machines, both of your competitive streaks running free.

Between bragging about being able to get more kills than you in the zombie shooter, and you bragging about having better shooting skills in the basketball game, there's plenty of laughter between you and your heart skips several beats throughout the day watching her eyes light up with every win.

By the time you leave the arcade, it's with a couple arm fulls of prizes (mainly you carrying the majority at your own insistence, your girlfriend knowing you'd only stubbornly attempt to carry the lot if she argued any more).

The walk back to her childhood home takes you until well past sunset and exactly around the time her parents send you a message that you need to be back soon.

As soon as you both stumble in the door, much to the amusement of a patiently waiting Viggó and Magnea, both sat in the kitchen chatting quietly, you urge her to run the stuff upstairs and you stop by the kitchen to quickly go over everything once more.

You head upstairs, making sure to grab an extra jacket to bundle the woman and yourself up a bit more for the night weather.

"So do I get to-"

"Nope."

"Aw come on."

She's just about pleading.

"You'll like this one, promise."

The whole way there, she's chatting animatedly about some of the funnier moments of the day with her parents, so she doesn't put as much thought into the location of where the car stops as she would have.

There's a small lit pathway that leads between and over a small hill that she almost thinks she recognises but it's only when you encourage her to head up the hill first, sharing a quick grateful hug with her parents and them wishing everything goes to plan giddily.

The crest of the hill gives way to the sound of consistent crunches in the snow by occasional other people walking the area, mainly couples arm in arm, quietly chattering between them, soft giggles and huffed chuckles.

And then the occasional jingle of something she recognises to be Christmas style bells and she only realises what they belong to when she turns the corner at the bottom of the hill once again, you following closely with a small nervous smile and a new weight in your inner jacket pocket.

It's when she freezes, turning to you with a small smile like she's holding it back a little.

"Did you book us a sleigh ride?"

Nodding, you gesture towards the attendant at a small table by the building where there's a currently stationary sleigh, one horse being reigned up and the other being walked back into the stables away from the sight.

"Quite possibly. Go check it out."

She absolutely melts at the way you shuffle kick some snow, the bashful smile peaking out of your lips.

Walking back to you, she drags you in by the hand for a sweet kiss.

"I love it, let's go."

All but dragging you over to the attendant, you give them your name, and they nod, directing you over to the sleigh that's just being reigned up as you approach.

"But wait, where are Mamma and Pabbi, are they coming?"

"They had to book for later but there's a little extra after, now come on."

Easily guided up into the sleigh and handed a couple extra blankets, the horse moves out towards the tree surrounded path in the snow.

The Icelanders face is lit up the whole time, curled up into your side enjoying the ride, but gets confused when an attendant guides the sleigh off the usual path and down another less travelled path, sending you both a small wink and you do your best subtle thumbs up.

"Just that little extra I was talking about."

The path is lit nicely, and diverts down a small hillside through some trees, opening up beside a small frozen over lake with a small litup almost campsite area, chairs, tables and fairy lights strung up between the area.

The sleigh stops, the horse snorting, and huffing at the attendants waving hand to slow the sleigh.

Jumping out, you encourage the woman down into your arms,

The area is big enough that the attendant simply smiles, waves you both off and you trek down to a small table lit with the warmth of a couple campfires dotting the area, a single candle and some warm food sitting in thermos waiting for you.

A thick waterproof mat covered with a blanket lines the ground near the campfire, the warmth crackling and popping around the area.

Glódís watches in awe as you take her hand to sit her down at the table.

"Dinner is served, beautiful."

"This is so- how?"

Smiling knowingly, you nod towards the guy standing attending the horse back at the path.

"I had a favour to call in from the last time I was here. Remember that time I took off for couple hours those seven months ago for a couple days?"

Nodding slowly, she eyes you suspiciously, a small smile tugging at her lips.

"I was helping him get a newly adult horse trained up for the rides. I'd been missing home a bit, so I figured someone would need some ranch-hand experience somewhere."

Melting at the starry look in your eye as you eye up the majestic creature currently huffing and puffing as the guy gets into the sled and leads it back up the path, she grabs your cheeks with her gloved hands.

"I love you so fucking much."

You're smiling back at her so much it almost hurts, and you lean in pressing your now slightly cold lips to her mostly freezing ones, and she hums, taking in your warmth.

"Love you, too, Dream girl."

Finally, you sit down across from her at the table, popping open the steaming pots to see what looks to be some really nice stews and a flask of tea.

Humming softly at the warmth, you both tuck in, the woman across from looking at you with a soft sparkle in her eye, now, almost like she knows somethings up.

It's mildly spicy, and brings a warmth to your chest as you have a few spoonfuls.

Glódís practically melts into her chair across from you.

"I missed this. Stew in the winter is so good."

Smiling at her as you take another bite and swallow.

"Remind me to cook more when we get home."

It's not long before you're both sitting in silence and cuddled up on the blanket looking out at the slowly falling snowflakes now starting to blow in for the night.

She's curled up into your chest, just about falling asleep as she murmurs occasionally, chatting about little things.

Shifting slightly, a small crease in her brow as she almost frowns at the feeling a small object poking her through your jacket.

When you notice what's happening you nudge her to sit up.

"What's in your pocket ba-"

"Another part of this evening, actually."

Sitting back on your ankles, you reach into the inner pocket, pulling out a small object wrapped up in a square folded cloth, fiddling but not quite revealing the precious metal beneath the soft fabric.

"Gló, since the day we met, there's been something about you, something intriguing, something brilliant, something that drew me right in and had me obsessed with you. Admired you. Saw something in you that pulled every string in my heart just bein' near you."

Your girlfriend sits up, hair catching snowflakes as they fall, mild confusion crossing her expression as you talk, though it only takes seconds for her expression to melt and she's smiling up at you as you speak.

"You gave me something other than business as usual to look forward to. This beautiful, powerful, caring, strong woman leading the team with all the love and support in the world. You had me hook line n sinker. I had no chance."

"Even now, it's moments like these, I spend every moment thinkin' about how lucky I am to have you. In the quiet, peaceful moments away from the hectic life we live. I've spent my whole life chasing victory, chasin' the big life, chasin' dreams my parents or myself never thought possible because I was just a plain ol' ranch hand to be the moment I was born."

Her hand grips your non occupied one, fingers squeezing comfortingly around yours.

"Here you are, I found one of the best things to happen to me since that scout in Houston. You mean everything to me and you've given me everything I was never able to ask for out loud."

There's a shine to your eyes as you sniffle slightly.

"You make me feel so small yet so damn big. Small because I'm constantly in awe of everything you do, Big because you build me up in ways I'll never be able to wholly thank you for, you make me feel like I'm able to do anything with you there, which is why, here and now, I'm asking one thing aloud."

Shifting to one knee, letting the sides of the cotton cloth fall away from the top of the ring held between your thumb and forefinger, tears wavering on the very cusp of falling.

Looking into her deep brown eyes, sparkling in the fire light, tears brimming her own.

"You wonderful, beautiful, sweet, strong, caring, gorgeous, intelligent, fearless, breathtaking- did I mention beautiful?"

She giggles but it's half muffled as her hand moves to cover her mouth in disbelief and tears do start falling down her cold kissed cheeks.

"The Love of my life. Glódís Perla Viggósdóttir, will you let me spend the rest of our lives loving you, caring for you the way you have been for me, will you marry me?"

Waiting with baited breath, though it feels like forever, it's a second and she jumps on you, hands cupping your face to kiss you, falling back onto the blanket.

The air is sucked from your lungs, and you kiss her back just as hard, though the growing grins on both of your faces makes it hard to keep your composure.

She barely pulls back enough to give you a verbal answer, her hands tangling in your hair under your beanie.

"God yes. Hell to the yes. A thousand times over. Every life time, yes."

Your hand still clutches the ring like your life depends on it, afraid to lose it in the small tussle.

Forehead pressed tightly to hers, sucking in a shaky breath as you press the ring around and onto her finger, the platinum shining brightly, encrusted with gems along to top of the band, one sat peeking out at the top brighter than the others.

It's beautiful, it shines under the moonlight, sparkling between the two of you.

It's the best thing you've done so far.

It's perfect because you've spent so much time waiting for this and it's finally here.

It's perfect because it's Glódís.

And you wouldn't change a damn thing.

The kiss she pulls you in for as you both fall back onto the blanket, giggles, more tears and the warmth of the surrounding campfires, says all you need to know

She wouldn't change a thing either.

You, her favourite charmer.

You, the love of her life, the one who swept her off her feet and now hold her so close.

And you feel it in every kiss from that point on, too.

[woso-scotland]

Fancy a Drive (Leah Williamson x F1!Reader)

Part 2 Part 1

You were a bit shocked that the England captain actually agreed to do something with you. Clearly your relationship had evolved since your race when you shown each other some element of care for one another. Although, when your schedules aligned, it was around the Christmas period, where everywhere was packed with people and you wouldn’t even be able to hear each other speak.

So, you were kind of happy that she’d agreed to go for a drive with you. Being in the car meant you’d be able to speak to each other in a quiet environment, and figure out if you did actually like her, or if she was just hot. The only way you were going to find out was by spending more time with her, so that’s what you’d intended to do.

You picked Leah up from her house in a fancy car, one which you’d been gifted a few weeks ago after doing some promotional advertisement and you were obsessed with it. The girl had mentioned just dressing casually, which you both did. You didn’t need to dress up for just going for a drive in your car, with a girl, that you barely knew, that you didn’t even know if you liked or not yet.

“Hey” she smiled when she got in, dawned in a matching tracksuit and a pair of trainers.

Similarly, you were just dressed in a hoodie and grey tracksuit bottoms, stuttering out a “Hey” back to the blonde girl.

“Where are we going?” Leah asked, buckling herself in.

“For a drive” you shrugged, restarting the engine.

“With what? No destination?” Leah chuckled and hit your shoulder. Your big shoulder. She forgot how big they were.

“No intended destination, no” you smirked, shaking your head and pulling off down the road.

“So you weren’t just being blunt when you asked if I fancied a drive?” Leah asked with a smile, showing she wasn’t angry that this was all you had planned.

“I mean, I can take you somewhere” you replied, taking your phone off its connection and typing somewhere in on maps once you stopped at the lights.

“Do I get to know or is it a surprise?” She giggled.

“Surprise” you nodded as she got herself comfortable and you put your phone back on the hook, giving you directions to the place you came up with.

You took Leah down a stretch of road not too far from where you grew up in London. The neighbours always did a whole community thing around Christmas time where they lit the entire street up, and you’d always found that really magical, since you were a kid. You found a spot to pull in and were just getting ready to get out of the car when your passenger piped up.

“Is this the road from Love Actually?” Leah asked.

“I’m not sure, I’ve never seen it” you shrugged. “I grew up-”

“Sorry” Leah interrupted you as you instantly stopped speaking. “You’ve never seen Love Actually?” Leah gasped.

“No” you shook your head.

“What’s next? You’re going to tell me you’ve never seen The Holiday?” Leah chuckled, shaking her head and turning back around to face out the window.

“Uh”

“You’ve never seen The Holiday?” Leah gasped, turning back to you and slapping your shoulder. Any excuse to touch your shoulder. “That’s my favourite movie” she added.

“Your favourite movie or favourite Christmas movie?” You asked.

“Both” Leah smirked. “Give me your phone” she said as she held out her hand, and when you realised it was a demand rather than a suggestion, you unhooked it and handed it to her.

“Why?” You frowned, although, there wasn’t much point in asking. You’d already given her the phone.

“We’re going to mine to give you an education. I’m not letting another Christmas pass when you have not seen Love Actually or The Holiday” she giggled.

“Oh, okay” you nodded.

“Is everything alright?” Leah suddenly stopped typing on your phone to look at you.

“Yeah” you smiled, although it was a bit of a defeated one.

“Oh my god, you were in the middle of saying something” Leah remembered. “I’m so sorry, continue” she said.

“I was just going to say that I grew up not too far from here. I like driving this street at Christmas time” you eventually got out.

“Oh yeah?” Leah encouraged you to continue.

“Yeah” you nodded. “I thought it would be nice to drive it with you” you blurted out.

“And I completely ruined that by giving out to you over Love Actually” Leah sighed.

“You got more angry about The Holiday” you chuckled. “Where did you put into the map?” You asked, tapping the screen on your car to zoom into the final destination.

“My house” Leah whispered. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah, perfect” you nodded, attempting to stick the keys back into the ignition as Leah’s hand fell over yours. “What?” You frowned at her.

“We’re doing your thing first” she smiled. “Did you want to walk it?”

“Kind of” you gently nodded with a hint of a smile.

“Come on then” she said, opening her car door and stepping out of the car as you followed suit.

You walked around with Leah for a little bit, pointing out different things to her as you went. You felt Leah’s arm slink around yours after about 20 minutes, and instead of just letting it happen, you stopped abruptly, but she didn’t move it away.

“You okay?” You asked.

“Yeah, just my knee” she confirmed. “Sorry I can let go” she shook her head and tried to pull her arm away. Only, your opposite hand came over hers.

“Leave it, it’s okay” you nodded. You let her settle her arm against you as you walked both of you back to the car, opening the passenger door and scooting around to get into your seat. “I can take you home” you smiled.

“Well, you were my lift” Leah smirked. “Are you not coming over to watch the movies anyway?”

“Oh, you really wanted to do that?” You hummed.

“Yeah, I can’t be friends with someone who has never seen The Holiday” she smirked. So, you set off back to Leah’s house, and jumped out once you arrived to help the girl out of the car.

“How’s the recovery going?” You asked as you felt her put all her body weight on you on the walk to the front door.

“Great, as you can tell” she chuckled, unlocking the door and grabbing the crutch that was leaning against the wall just as you stepped into the hall. “Hungry?” She asked.

“Yeah, a bit” you nodded, closing the front door behind you and following her to the kitchen.

“Could I interest you in toast?” Leah smirked as you rolled your eyes at her.

“Could I interest you in cooking lessons?” You teased. “I thought you were lying when you said you couldn’t cook” you chuckled, looking at the fairly empty cupboard and fridge in the girl’s house.

“I can push myself and offer you a cheese toastie” she said, and you knew she sincerely meant that this was a push for her.

“Well lucky for you, that’s my favourite” you smiled.

“Seriously?” Leah frowned, not really believing that you were telling the truth and instead sparing her feelings.

“Seriously, my death row meal” you chuckled with a nod.

“Well you get ready Y/l/n, for the best cheese toastie you’ve ever had in your whole life” Leah smirked, starting to put everything together while gesturing you to sit down.

“I don’t think you’ll beat my mum’s” you added.

“I can give it a good go” she replied, working her way through the makings of the toastie. “Any reason it’s your favourite?” Leah asked.

“When I was younger, anytime I’d come in after training, my mum would always make me one” you explained. “Now when I’m travelling, I always ask for one after training and I’m always told no, it’s not on the meal plan” you shook your head with a sigh.

“So, it’s kind of like a home comfort?” Leah smiled.

“Yeah, exactly” you nodded. “Something that just feels like home” you added as you looked into her eyes and you both held the gaze for a moment too long. It was the smell of burning that broke your eye contact as the girl scrambled to take the sandwich out of the machine.

“It’s a little burned” she chuckled as she handed you the plate.

“Just a little” you smiled back, not really minding in the slightest as you bit into it. “That is banging” you moaned in satisfaction.

“Really?” Leah asked.

“Unbelievable” you nodded.

“Better than your mums?” Leah asked with a smirk.

“I’ll get you there” you teased, finishing the sandwich off and standing up to put your plate in the dishwasher.

“Oh will you?” Leah bit back in a flirty kind of tone, pushing your shoulder and remembering again the night in your hotel room. How good she thought you looked in that green polo shirt, how big your shoulders were then, and even slightly bigger now. Her eyes found themselves subconsciously wondering to your lips, a thing she hadn’t allowed herself do in your hotel that night.

The events of the previous encounter you’d had with her was also racing through your mind right now too. You thought she looked so hot, sitting at the edge of your bed, and now, she somehow looked hotter, stood opposite you in her own kitchen. Your eyes were on hers, so you watched them drift downwards towards your lips. And without a second thought, you leaned in, closing the gap gently so as to keep her steady on her feet. She hesitated for a singular short second before her hand came behind your head and pulled you in to kiss you harder.

This was a girl you hated up until a few weeks ago. A girl who you despised even hearing her name, hating when she’d show up at your races and now here you were, kissing her roughly against the countertop in her kitchen.

“Wait” you blurted out, realising suddenly how awkward this was going to make your newly found relationship with the blonde. “We can’t” you shook your head.

“What? Why not?” Leah asked, frowning at you slightly.

“It’s too awkward” you mumbled with a shrug. “We have to see each other way too much and I don’t do casual”

“Why does it have to be casual?” Leah hummed, gripping your hand softly but you quickly freed it. You were fighting everything in your will power to kiss her again. Fuck she was so hot.

“We wouldn’t work” you shook your head. “It’s nothing to do with you, I find you so attractive Leah. But I’m always just gone. I never get to just be in one place for a long period of time, and it wouldn’t be fair on you” you confirmed. That was the truth, you weren’t lying to her. It went silent for a couple of seconds before Leah spoke.

“I think you should go” Leah whispered as you nodded with a quiet sigh.

“I’m sorry again, thank you for the food and for coming on the drive” you hummed, before heading to the hall and grabbing your shoes and jacket and speeding off in your car.

-

Things had been pretty much been non existent with Leah since then, understandably. On one hand, you’d regretted kissing her because you felt, deep down, like you’d ruined what could have been a really good friendship. But on the other hand, you didn’t regret it at all. You couldn’t stop thinking about her or the kiss. Even the way her hands felt over your skin was keeping you awake at night. But you did the right thing. You let her down in a respectful way. Even if the decision was haunting you and making you wish you could go back in time and kiss her again.

And the next time you saw her, about three weeks after the kiss, you felt it a hundred times over.

“Leah” you called out as you seen her and a group of girls walking across the lobby of the hotel. The tables had completely turned now in your relationship with Leah. She used to be the one disrupting your free time and now it was you interrupting her. “Leah?” You said again, a little softer so you could maybe put the fact the girl was ignoring you and walking away down to her not hearing you.

She eventually stopped and excused herself from the group before walking towards you and muttering, “What do you want?”

“I- I just didn’t think you were coming. It’s good to see-”

“I have to come” she cut across you. “It’s part of my contract to come. If I had a choice, I wouldn’t be anywhere near you”

“Look, Leah” you sighed. “I regret it” you said, realising suddenly that it had probably came across the wrong way.

“Nice to know” she nodded and turned her heels.

“No, wait Leah. That’s not what I meant” you shouted but there girl was gone. You meant you regretted walking out, for not continuing the kiss. But instead, it just sounded like you’d interrupted her to confirm you did in fact regret kissing her all together.

Idiot.

You and Leah ignored each other for pretty much the rest of the time you were here. You barely saw each other anyway which helped, but when you did, it was eyes to the ground, and picking up the pace to get away from the other person. You’d never been overly great with girls, only you’d never been this bad. But you were continuing on your socially awkward approach of talking to girls tonight, the night before your race when you were due at the Aston Martin drinks reception.

You spotted Leah the second you came in, glued to the same girls from the hotel lobby. She looked- no wait. We’re ignoring her, eyes to the floor.

“Hey, do you have anything non alcoholic at this bar?” You asked the bartender.

“Yes, I have a strong type of water” the girl smirked as you chuckled.

“Is that on tap or do they come bottled?” You grinned as the girl giggled at you.

“It’s such a special drink, it comes in both” she nodded.

“What would you recommend?” You asked.

“Maybe from the tap, it might be fresher” she smiled, pouring you a glass of water and settling it down in front of you. “It’s on me” she joked, referring to the only refreshment on the menu that was in fact free in anyway.

“You’re too kind” you replied.

“You’re that driver, right?” She asked, falling quickly into a conversation with you when she did a quick scan to realise the bar was completely empty.

“I’m afraid so” you nodded. “Do you like F1?” You hummed.

“In all honesty, no” she shook her head. “That’s why I’m still waiting for you to say your name” she added.

“Oh, Y/n” you said.

“Faye” she replied, holding up her glass as you clinked yours off of it.

“So, Faye” you began. “How did you get into working at this?”

“Dad owns the alcohol and beverage company” she explained. “It pays good, I get to keep the tips and I can drink whatever I want” she chuckled.

“Is he hiring?” You asked playfully. “So, you get to keep the tips?” You added, taking out your wallet and taking out a £50 note.

“Unless you’re going to give me your number on that, I think I’m good for the night” she said, holding up a massive pile of cash.

“Excuse me?” A blonde girl broke the conversation up.

“Two seconds” Faye smiled and scooted off to serve the girl. You don’t know why, but this girl must have ordered 50 drinks and kept beckoning different friends over to take them. And in the time it was taking Faye to make them, your attention was taken by a blonde girl you did know.

“Thought casual wasn’t your thing?” Leah hummed, as you now very quickly realised that it was Leah’s friends distracting Faye.

“It’s not” you shook your head. “So what? You’re talking to me now?” You huffed.

“Depends” Leah shrugged.

“On?” You frowned.

“If you take me to the place they have the potato smiley faces” she giggled as you smiled at her.

“Come on then” you gestured her towards the door as she waved to her squealing group of friends, who it sounded like their plan to get you away from the bartender and leave this place with Leah had worked.

You did the same again as the last time, ordering food to the room, although you weren’t eating anything that came.

“These are better than the last hotel’s ones” Leah hummed.

“I’ll keep that in mind” you nodded. “Leah?” You said softly.

“Mmm?” She replied.

“I didn’t mean when I said I regretted it- I didn’t mean that I regretted doing it” you sighed. “I meant I regretted stopping” you clarified.

“Oh” Leah said, a bit taken aback.

“Since the night in the hotel, you’re all I’ve been thinking about. I can’t get you out of my head whatsoever, no matter how hard I try” you explained.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you either” she admitted. “I completely understand your whole thing with not doing casual, but I promise, it won’t be more awkward than it has been this week” she chuckled as you rolled your eyes playfully.

“I just couldn’t even look at you without wanting to kiss you” you shrugged.

“What are you waiting for then?” Leah smirked, putting her hand around your neck and pulling your lips into hers.

The kiss started soft and slowly, but very quickly got hot and messy. It was around the time Leah mounted your lap and you began to unzip her dress that the kiss got more intense.

“You sure?” You checked in one more time as the zip to her dress was being pulled slowly down her back.

“I’m so sure” she clarified as she roughly kissed you again, pushing your shoulders to get you to lie down.

-

When you woke the next morning, you were feeling on cloud nine. You were confident there was nothing to stop you from winning today, because you’d felt like a winner the second those eyes met yours when she woke.

“Morning” you smiled.

“Morning” Leah said, cupping your face. “What time is it?”

“7:15am. I have to get up in a few minutes but you’re more than welcome to stay here” you cooed, pulling her closely against you.

“Maybe just for a little while” she nodded against you. “Had a late night last night” she smirked as you laughed softly.

“You have your pit pass for later?” You asked.

“It’s in my room, I won’t forget it” she reassured you.

Leah nodded off back to sleep and you headed to meet Owen for breakfast. He’d seen exactly who you walked out of the event last night with and was smart enough when you texted him 100 times this morning to inform him you were awake and didn’t need a door call that the blonde was still in your room. But it wasn’t the time or the place to tease, you needed to be focused on the race ahead.

You did the usual, ate, headed to the track, chilled in the pit for a while, did a few laps and then headed back to the pit to get in some last minute fluids and instructions. You waited and waited for Leah to come waltzing through the door, only she never did. Maybe she forgot her pit pass, or maybe she woke up and regretted everything. But just as you were called to get to the car, the door swung open and the blonde rushed inside, anxiously looking for you.

“I’m so sorry. Those idiots all forgot their passes and it was just a disaster trying to show them where they needed to go” Leah panted, and you noticed she clearly had panicked herself trying to get here in time.

“It’s okay” you reassured her, pressing a long kiss to her lips. You pulled back from Leah and smiled, feeling the girls hands move from your face to your shoulders and her lips curl into a smile to match yours.

“I’ll see you after the race” Leah whispered.

“We can pick up where we left off” you smirked as you quickly pecked her lips again before she shoved you away, towards your pit crew. “And maybe, we could talk about that whole not casual thing”

“I’ll be waiting for you, right here” Leah smiled. You loved that smile.

3, 2, 1 and they’re off.

You were making light work of this race, this was your favourite track to race on. Everything was going so good, and best of all, you knew the quicker you finished, the quicker you could kiss Leah again. God, if you weren’t such a professional, you wouldn’t be able to get that kiss out of your head. How her lips felt against yours, almost like they were morphed to fit perfectly, you forgot how good it was to be that way with someone. Stop it, you’re a professional.

You timed your pit stop exceptionally, taking a quick glance on the inside where Leah was sat, eyes glued to your car as they did the repairs. Your team worked fast, and quick as anything you were out of the pit and back with a little bit of ground to catch up.

You saw a gap and decided to go through it, you hit the accelerator, attempting to push through as quickly as possible, informing your team on the headset, which Leah was given the blessing of now having turned on, of what you were doing.

They all agreed. It was a fool proof plan. You cut through the gap and veer left once you were through it. A driver wouldn’t cut in once you got into the gap, it would be reckless, fatal even if they attempted to do it.

But they did it.

As the front of your car tried to manoeuvre its way through the space, the car to the right clearly picked up its mistake, and cut in. Your car spun backwards, hitting another one as it spun and spun, until you were off the track and hurtling towards the wall on the right side.

You can’t remember much, your helmet took the brunt of the impact as your head plummeted off your steering wheel and then the window, knocking you unconscious.

“Fuck, someone get her out of there” Owen shouted towards a medical team who were all jumping into a car to get to you.

“Is she- Is she okay? Is she going to be okay?” Leah stuttered out, standing up and trying to stop her hands from shaking.

“You just stay sitting down there” Owen pointed to the couch, guiding her back in to get comfortable. “Can someone look after her?” Owen scrambled as he took off to call your parents.

“Do you have anybody here?” Another member of your crew asked, as Leah explained in a shaky voice where her friends were. The guy brought her over a glass of water before running off to get her friends.

-

When you woke, you were in a dimly lit hospital room, not sure why you were here or what all the connections you had hooked to you were. Had you been in an accident?

The nurses had continued to come into the room to check on you, but you wouldn’t really say much to them. You didn’t know these people, and you were hoping soon someone you recognised would come through. Your parents or Owen, your manager, just someone that was close to you that you could ask what happened.

“Ms Y/l/n, your girlfriend is here to see you” the nurse chirped from the door. You frowned at her comments, as far as you were aware, you didn’t have a girlfriend. But if this girl was your girlfriend, you wouldn’t be complaining, she was gorgeous.

“Oh my god, Y/n” the hot blonde girl gasped as she rushed towards the bed. “Jesus Christ, I was so worried about you. Nobody would tell me anything”

“Are you my girlfriend?” You asked bluntly.

“What?” She whispered, confused as to if this was your way of asking her out.

“Sorry, just the nurse said you were my girlfriend, but I can’t remember having a girlfriend” you shrugged.

“I’m not your girlfriend” Leah smiled, not yet realising what was happening, thinking you were just having a laugh, to lighten the mood. The joke made sense, especially after the last encounter you had with each other.

“Who are you then?” You mumbled.

“Y/n, stop it” Leah frowned. “It’s me” Leah added so softly you swear you heard the girl’s heart rip.

“Excuse me, Leah, can we talk to you?” The doctor asked, standing with a clipboard in his hand and gesturing the girl sitting on your bed outside.

Leah.

She looked familiar, but you’d no idea who she was. You did however, recognise your parents, who were next in the door after, what was the hot blonde girl’s name again? Anyway, after she was taken outside.

“Y/n, my good God” your mum cried.

“It’s not that bad” you shook your head.

“Not that bad?” Your dad shouted. “Darling, look at you” he frowned.

“Well I can’t look at myself, can I?” You huffed back. “Who is that girl outside?”

“That’s your friend, Leah?” Your mum replied. “The girl who plays football”

“I don’t have a friend call Leah” you shrugged.

“The doctor said not to push” your dad whispered to your mum. “That’s alright love, don’t worry about it” he smiled at you.

“Do you want something?” Your mum asked. “Maybe a cheese toastie?” She suggested, rubbing your face.

“I’m not a big fan of them” you shook your head. “Could you just get me a bottle of water?” You hummed as your mum, for some reason, wiped tears from her eyes and scurried off to get you a drink. She saw Leah sat alone on the chair outside with her head in her hands, having missed the conversation the doctor had with the England captain while she was inside with you.

“She has no idea who I am, does she?” Leah sighed.

“It would appear that way” your doctor nodded. “Are you two close?”

“Just since recently really” Leah explained. “We’ve kind of been-” Leah trailed off, not really sure how to describe it.

“These things” the doctor began with a bit of a defeated yet empathetic sigh. “They can be hard to understand and even harder to predict”

“What are you saying? That she might never remember me?” Leah frowned.

“What I’m saying is, she clearly does not have any idea at the minute, and I can’t tell you for certain that she ever will” the doctor shook his head. “A person of your age, for the sake of a recent relationship, does not need that on their shoulders”

“What are you saying?” Leah asked, confused as to what the doctor was rambling on about.

“I’m saying, run while you can” he stated sharply.

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Run, Run, Run II

Leila Ouahabi x Reader

Summary: Your new life

Your feet pound on the concrete of the pavement, rain drip-dropping down your skin.

The rain of Manchester had been difficult to get used to when you originally moved, used to the sun of Spain and the warmth on your skin as you completed your morning run.

The rain wasn't something that you were surprised about but it was still something that you've had to get used to.

You've had to get used to a lot actually but one thing, for better or for worse has stayed that same.

Your damned attraction to female footballers older than you.

You'd been burned by Alexia. That was all you could think about those first few weeks. How every memory with her was stained with fire and flames and an overwhelming heat that made you lose your mind.

But she had cheated and you had promised yourself to never be like your mother - to never stay with someone that disrespected you like that.

Your father was a damned near perfect father. He took you to all of your track meets and he'd never missed a parent-teacher evening in his life. He bragged about you to his co-workers.

But he had never been a perfect husband, cheating on your mother multiple times but she had still stayed, happy in the relative normalcy she has with your father.

You'd promised to never be like her so the decision to leave Alexia and flee the country didn't take as much thought as you thought it would.

And now you're in rainy Manchester, drying off your hair with the handy towel that hangs up in the entrance hall for you to use exactly for these moments.

"You're back?"

You smile as you rub the towel over your hair.

"I said I would before you left me."

"Left you? I'm only going to camp."

You sigh dramatically, pressing the back of your palm to your still damp forehead. "And leaving me here, all alone! Locked in this prison!"

"You were the one that decided on this apartment? You said you liked the open plan arrangement? We have a balcony?"

You press a soft kiss to Leila's lips. "You knew I was only joking. But I will miss you when you're at camp."

"I'll miss you too. Are you sure you can't come to the match?"

You nibble on the inside of your cheek.

Your life with Leila was practically perfect in every way. She was so in tune with you and your needs. She knew when you needed a break from cooking dinner or doing the grocery shop. She knew exactly when you needed a little pick me up like flowers or chocolates or even a long cuddle session in bed.

Everything was perfect but you just can't bring yourself to go back to Spain in that way, to put yourself in a situation where you'll be so close to Alexia again, the woman that you had once thought would be your wife some day.

"Baby..." You say, looking up at Leila," You know I wouldn't put you in that situation. Alexia...I don't want her to try to ostracise you from the team."

Leila sighs. "She's never done such a thing. Even...Even during...you know..."

"I know but it might be different. I mean...with me and her, it was...I don't know. I don't want you be at risk."

"I understand," Leila says, forehead pressed against your own," But if you did want to come, I've got a ticket reserved for you, alright?"

"I'll...I'll think about it. I promise."

Leila thinks about it too, all throughout camp. It circles through her mind like a dog with a bone. She wakes up thinking about. She goes to sleep thinking about it.

You've watched plenty of her matches at City, where you've become a favourite of the fans without even meaning to. You're a constant presence in the stands with a cup of whatever warm drink you poured yourself before leaving the house.

She's lost count of how many of her Panini stickers you've signed for fans before coming down onto the pitch to greet her.

But you've never come to one of her matches for Spain, not with Alexia on the team, the ever lurking looming presence of your relationship.

Leila's never really seen her captain in the same way since. She's a good captain, an amazing player but Leila's learnt how to separate those aspects of Alexia to the one that she knows you experienced, the one that had tried to manipulate you into staying in a relationship, the one that had tried to promise you everything to stay with her even after cheating.

Leila can separate the Alexia on the pitch to the one off of it but she knows that is something you can't do.

The Alexia on the pitch and off the pitch has always been the same Alexia to you. There is no separation of who she is and Leila can accept your decision to stay away for that reason.

But it still doesn't stop her from wishing you would come to see her play.

The option is open for you but Leila would never hold it against you if you decided not to.

There were plenty of other games for you to go to.

"So..." Codi wheedles during breakfast before the match," Where's the girlfriend?"

Leila almost chokes over her cereal. "At home."

"She isn't coming?"

"She has the option if she wants. She's busy."

Codi rolls her eyes. "She's always busy during international break. She's got to come at some point."

Leila rolls her eyes. "She's her own person. I won't force her to do anything."

"You've got a new girlfriend?" Alexia asks, looking up from her phone.

Leila looks back down at her bowl, swirling the milk around with the back of her spoon. "I...Yeah, I do. She's great..."

She bites her tongue, swallowing back what she actually wants to say, all of the things she wants to spit at Alexia on your behalf.

But she doesn't.

Leila stays silent, swirling her cereal around as the conversation moves on.

The pass is perfectly weighted from her on the pitch a few hours later, speeding through the legs of opposition players for Alexia to slot neatly into the net.

The rush of an assist runs through Leila as she turns to look into the stands.

You're sitting there, amongst the cheering of the fans.

Leila had seen you earlier, a surprise in a hoodie to cover your hair but your girlfriend could just see the Spanish jersey poking out from under it.

She suddenly finds herself praying that it's hers.

She'd even take it being blank.

Because Leila knows Alexia noticed you earlier, had seen you when the big screen focused on the crowd during the warm ups. She had seen Alexia stare at you. She had seen the aborted movement Alexia made towards you, like she was about to abandon the warm ups to go up to you - sweetly saccharine tone at the ready to convince you to go back to her.

Leila hopes that if you do have a name on your shirt, it's not Alexia's.

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Frida Maanum x Emma Lennartsson x Child!Reader

Summary: You meet the Arsenal girls for the first time

"Did you hear that Fleming from Chelsea just adopted a kid?" Leah says as she sits down at breakfast one day after the international break.

"Huh?"

"Yeah, Millie told me," She continues," Apparently, she'd been fostering this little girl for a while and none of the team knew."

"It's crazy," Beth agrees," It'd be like if me and Viv adopted a baby and none of you knew about. Just like came into training one day like, here they are."

"Adopting is really rewarding," Frida says absentmindedly, reaching for some of the jam across the table," Maybe Fleming just wanted to get used to it. It's a whole new situation to get used to, trust me."

"Alright Frida," Leah laughs, clapping her on the back," But I think adopting a dog is different to adopting a baby."

Frida frowns. "Yeah, I know. What did you think I was talking about?"

"You and your girlfriend's dog? Is that not what we're talking about?"

"I meant our daughter. Why would you think I meant our Jordan?"

"Your...Your daughter?"

"My daughter, yes," Frida says," Y/n."

"You...You have a daughter."

"Yes...Leah, are you okay? You look a little pale..."

"You..She...Frida, did you Fleming us?! How is this the first time I'm hearing of this baby of yours?"

Frida frowns. "I mean, she's not really much of a baby anymore. She's in that phase of trying to climb everything. Emma has to keep such a close eye on her."

"Can we see pictures?" Lia, who up until this point has remained silent, asks.

"Blimey," Leah whistles," And you're sure she's adopted? Frida, she looks just like you!"

"Really?" Frida studies the picture she selected of you, one of you cuddled up against Emma's body in your soft, linen dress and a flower crown on your head. "I think she looks more like Emma."

"You have to bring her to a game," Beth insists," She's able to travel right? Like she's got a passport and stuff?"

"I guess I can ask Emma to bring her," Frida says," But I don't see what the big deal is? I'm sure I've spoken about her before."

But apparently not because word spreads quickly through the whole team who all insist that they've got no recollection of Frida ever even mentioning you before.

Which, of course, means everyone insists on meeting you so here Frida is, waiting at arrivals for Emma to walk out of baggage claim.

She catches sight of the pram first where you're fast asleep, gripping tightly to whatever toy you've selected from your collection to join you on the journey.

Emma comes into view next, expertly wheeling the suitcase in one hand and the pram in the other.

"Hi," Frida says, a little breathless that you're finally both here," I missed you. Both of you."

Emma draws her into a soft kiss. "We missed you too. Isn't that right, squish?"

"Missed Mama," You slur, only now waking up.

"She slept the entire way," Emma explain as Frida straps you into the car seat," She didn't sleep much last night. She was too excited."

Frida laughs. "I hope she sleeps tonight as well."

"She will," Emma assures her," But I think we're going to have to deal with that little visitor in bed."

Emma's right, of course, because in the middle of the night, Frida feels you slot between them as you wiggle under the covers. But she gets her wish as well as you sleep through the rest of the night in their bed and rise the next day with all the excitement you can fit into your little body.

"Are you sure you're okay with taking her today?" Emma asks," I can keep her while I do my shopping."

"I've got her," Frida insists, adjusting you on her hip," The girls are excited to meet her. You get your shopping done."

"Alright," Emma finally agrees," I love you guys."

"Love you too. Squish, tell Mummy you love her."

"Love you!" You parrot back as Emma drives off.

"Alright," Frida says," Let's get you ready to meet everyone."

It's not the first time Frida's seen you in her Arsenal shirt before but it's the first time everyone else will.

Your life is in Sweden most of the time and then in Norway too when you visit Frida's parents. This is your first time in England and Emma made sure you were suitably dressed for the occasion.

"Oh my god," Leah says," Look at the cheeks on her!"

You giggle as a finger reaches out to poke them like your mummies do when you're being particularly cute.

"A good eater then?" Kim asks as everyone fawns over you.

You soak up all the attention, especially when wrapped gifts are presented to you teasingly.

"We had issues at first," Frida admits," She was underweight when we found her but she's a good weight now."

"She looks so content," Kim says," Motherhood suits you, Frida."

"Really?"

"Definitely. I can tell she just adores you."

"Mama!" You say suddenly, shaking a wrapped box in curiosity," Help, please?"

"How about we find a table and then we can open all your new presents?"

The team have really spoiled you - clearly trying to make up for missed birthdays and Christmases - and you seem just so excited for every gift you unwrap.

"Got to give her the full kit," Leah says with a wink as yet another presents contains an Arsenal kit.

"She has the kit at home."

"Yeah but this one has her name on it. If Fleming's daughter has a Chelsea kit with her name then the Arsenal children must have Arsenal kits with their names on it too!"

"Children?"

Leah jerks her chin over to where Beth and Viv sit with you on the floor as you show off one of your new toys.

"You should have seen Beth's face light up when you spoke about adopting. She looked interested. I guarantee those two will be thinking about it at some point soon. Might as well set the precedent now."

"I will make sure she wears it to the match," Frida promises just as you get up and toddle over.

"Mama!" You say," You see my new puppy? Looks like our Jordan!"

Frida smiles as she lifts you up onto her lap. "You know what? It does!"

"I call him little Jordan!"

"That's a perfect name, squish."

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acros the pond || lia walti x reader ||

You finally get to go on your first date with Lia after months of chatting online.

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London had to be one of your favorite places to visit for work. It was an absolutely amazing soccer city, and now that you weren't playing anymore, you could really enjoy the atmosphere as a fan. You were a Spurs girl through and through, had been since you were old enough to fit in a jersey. It was blasphemous to some of your friends and former teammates, but you were a Tottenham girl by blood.

Your trip to London wasn't all business, however. There was still the matter of spending time with Lia after the game fixtures were over. You had booked accordingly, not wanting your time with Lia to be rushed. The two of you were a situationship of sorts, not having seen each other in person since the wedding, but still keeping in contact.

The texts had all been very flirty, but more than that, you liked talking to Lia. She seemed kind, something you hadn't allowed yourself to find in a girl for quite some time. You wanted to feel like a superstar athlete, and so you went for girls who helped you look the part. Not all of your exes had been this way, but quite a few of them were anything more than vapid and shallow. They had been more than happy to look the part, but always seemed to leave when you stopped wanting to party with them.

"What are you wearing?" Lia asked with a laugh as she took in the sight of you. A fresh haircut had been doing wonders for your confidence, especially with Lia's flirty comments on your Instagram post. Now, as she looked at you with a somewhat comical expression on her face, your confidence dwindled. "You can't be serious about this. I mean, come on."

"What?" you asked, unsure of what the issue was. You had double checked your outfit before you left, even making Ana look it over as well. Everything seemed to look good, so you threw on your hat and made your way towards the address that Lia had sent you earlier in the week.

"You're going out in public with me, an Arsenal player, but you've got a Spurs hat on. Do you get the problem now?" Lia explained slowly. You sighed as you pulled your hat from your head, a slightly sad look on your face. Your hair hadn't been doing exactly what you had wanted, so you threw the beanie on as you made your way out. "Don't pout, you'll make me feel bad. You look much better without it."

"I'm not putting a red hat on for you," you told her. Lia just hummed, as if she doubted that.

"I'll make a gunner out of you, just you wait." Lia grabbed your hand and tugged you along the sidewalk. The area wasn't as busy as you had thought it would be. It seemed like everybody had been out and about whenever you had arrived in London, but now it was quiet and reminded you of a much smaller town. You weren't going to complain about the quiet, preferring it much more for a date setting than somewhere crowded.

"So, what is the plan?" Lia hadn't clued you in on anything before you left. You came to a general area, dressed in comfortable clothes, and had been told that you'd do a bit of walking. It was nice not to have to plan the entirety of the first date. Lia took initiative, something that you weren't used to having a girl do for you. Most girls took one look at you and assumed that you'd be doing all of the planning and work for the dates.

"There's a cafe up there with amazing tea. Ana told me that you aren't a big fan of coffee, so I figured that would be a nice place to spend a bit of time. We could even get a bite to eat if you wanted to try one of their little cakes. After that, there are a couple of cool stores around, but if you don't like shopping, we could go back to my place and watch a movie," Lia offered. You liked having everything all laid out in front of you. "Does that sound good to you?"

"Sounds perfect, and I will take you up on that movie. I think it's important to know the kind of cinema the girl I'm dating likes," you said. Lia blushed as you shot her a wink. You knew that you could be smooth, but it was way more fun to act a little cheesy with Lia. She didn't want you for the same reasons that you were used to being wanted, and that was made abundantly clear the moment the two of you started texting.

The tea shop was nice and had more flavors than you had ever seen before. Lia watched as you looked over the options, even asking if you could smell a few of the choices. Lia knew exactly which one she wanted, being a creature of habit and getting the same thing almost every single time she came in, but it was nice for her to watch you weigh your options. You ended up getting two cups, both different enough that Lia still had a hard time grasping your taste.

"You get this look on your face when you're thinking, it's pretty cute." Lia's words made you blush, but you hid it by taking a drink of your tea. You definitely liked the jasmine better, but the other tea was good as well. You wished that there were more tea shops like this one in the US, but if things progressed well, you wouldn't be opposed to moving to London within the next year or so.

Talking with Lia in the tea shop was nice. You didn't get a good back and forth with most of your dates. Lia seemed genuinely interested in what you were going to do with your retirement. You had always wanted to travel, and London seemed to be a good starting point. There were some coaching opportunities, but you wanted to take time for yourself first. That was a big job, and you weren't quite ready to start the next part of your career.

You liked learning about Lia too. She seemed impressed by your German skills, having learned when a German team was interested in you post-college. Lia told you stories from her past and a few about Ana that the blonde would never have divulged. Conversation flowed easily between the two of you, and despite your differences in interests, you had a lot in common.

"Do you think I could get you to leave with anything Arsenal?" Lia asked. The two of you were walking around a sporting goods store, despite neither of you having much need for something new. Lia had a shirt in her hands, and despite it not being red, you knew which team it was for.

"I don't know, it would take some pretty strong convincing…" you trailed off as you ducked around a corner. Lia stepped in front of you with a small pout on her face. A part of you wanted to kiss her, and Lia must have read your mind or sometihng because she was leaning up before you really knew what was going on. It wasn't on the lips, but you could definitely feel the lingering sensations of her lips on your cheek. "Not good enough, I'm gonna need a bit more."

"Tough customer," Lia laughed as she snaked her arms around the back of your neck. Your breath hitched as you realized how close you were. Anybody could look in and see the two of you kissing, but you didn't care. Lia closed the distance, allowing your lips to meet. Your knees buckled as she discreetly deepened the kiss just enough for her tongue to slip past your lips.

"Jesus," you mumbled as she broke the kiss. "Yeah, okay, I guess I can wear that shirt if you'd like."

"Don't worry, I won't make you wear it out of the store. Maybe if you play your cards right, we can go get breakfast in it tomorrow." Lia's suggestion made your cheeks burn. You were silently cursing yourself for being so bashful. There was no way that Lia couldn't tell. In fact, you were pretty certain that she was trying to get you to blush. Lia had been flirty in your texts, but not like this.

"I'm all for breakfast, but promise me that you aren't gonna try to feed me beans at 8 in the morning." It was sort of a joke, but Lia could tell that you were still being somewhat serious. It was the sincerity in what you were asking of her that made the Swiss woman burst out with laughter. "Anything to make a pretty lady laugh, I guess."

"It's not a bad laugh, I promise. You just caught me off guard. No beans at breakfast, I'll make you something Swiss instead," Lia promised. You smiled as you linked hands with her to lead her up to the checkout counter. She had already managed to get you to buy an Arsenal shirt, and you didn't want to see what other things she could convince you to get on this trip. It was only the first date after all.