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Best Friend, Better Lover

Emily Fox x reader

Word count: Around 3.8k

Warning: a bit of angst

Note: This is a repost, I’ve made a few changes but nothing major.

The evening began just like any other: you returned home after yet another disastrous date. The memory of the evening played on a loop in your mind, and you couldn’t shake the disappointment that settled heavily in your chest.

The girl had shown up late, and as you sat at the dimly lit restaurant table, you felt your excitement slowly drain away with every passing minute.

You arrived early, picking a cozy spot with soft light that gave a warm glow, and you couldn’t hide your excitement.

When she finally walked in, she was distracted, phone in hand, scanning the room.

“Sorry I’m late” she said, spotting you as she made her way over, not bothering with eye contact as she slid into the seat across from you. “Traffic was awful”

You nodded, forcing a smile. “No worries! I just ordered some appetizers. They should be out soon”

As the evening wore on, it became painfully clear that your efforts to engage her in conversation were met with indifference.

You tried to share stories about your work as a teacher, hoping to spark some connection, but she barely nodded, her eyes kept wandering to her phone.. It felt as though you were speaking to a wall.

“I really love working with the kids” you said, leaning in a little, hoping to draw her into the conversation. “They’re always so curious and full of energy. It makes every day feel new and exciting”

“Oh, that’s nice” she replied absently, her eyes glued to her phone as she scrolled through her social media feed. “I’m sure it’s fun”

You felt the familiar wave of disappointment wash over you. It was clear she wasn’t really listening. When the appetizers arrived, you tried to change the subject, hoping to find something you both could talk about. “What about you? What do you do for work?”

She hardly glanced up from her screen, just flicking her thumb across it. “I’m in marketing. It’s pretty boring, to be honest”

“Boring? I thought marketing could be really creative” you replied, trying to keep the conversation alive. “What kind of projects do you work on?”

She shrugged, still scrolling. “Just the usual stuff. Social media campaigns, ads… nothing that exciting”

An awkward silence hung between you. You took a bite of your food and asked, “So, do you have any hobbies outside of work?” hoping to get her to open up.

She finally looked up, but her expression was indifferent. “Not really. I just binge-watch shows when I have time”

“What shows are you into?” you pressed.

“Just the popular ones, I guess. It’s not like I’m watching anything groundbreaking” she replied with a dismissive wave.

You felt a sinking feeling in your chest. Each time you tried to engage her, her responses were half-hearted, making it painfully clear that she wasn’t interested.

When the main course arrived, you felt utterly defeated. You tried once again to make small talk, but she mostly picked at her food. “I heard the pasta here is really good” you said, trying one last time. “Have you tried it?”

“Yeah, it’s fine” she said, not bothering to make eye contact.

As you ate in silence, you couldn’t help but feel a mix of frustration and disappointment. It was as if you were dining alone, your words floating into the air without any real connection.

When the check finally arrived, you felt a rush of relief mixed with frustration. “Well, I had a nice time” you said, trying to keep your tone light.

“Thanks for dinner” she said, standing up and not even glancing at the bill. “I should get going”

You stared at her as she gathered her things, a mixture of emotions swirling within you. “Wait, are you just leaving?” you asked, incredulous.

“Yeah, I’ve got stuff to do,” she replied, already heading toward the door.

“Okay…” you said, feeling a pang of disappointment as she walked away without another word.

——

Back in the solitude of your apartment, you paced the floor, the sting of disappointment echoing through your mind.

This date was just another reminder that finding someone who truly connected with you felt increasingly impossible.

You couldn’t help but feel that familiar wave of disappointment settle in your chest as you paced around your apartment.

Grabbing your phone, you stared at the screen for a moment before instinctively typing out a message to Emily, your best friend.

She was always your go-to when things like this happened, the one who knew exactly what to say to make you feel better.

Are you home? Date was awful. I need you.

Within seconds, your phone buzzed. Emily had responded quickly, as she always did when you needed her.

On my way. Be there in ten.

You felt a little better knowing she was coming. Emily always had that effect on you. She was more than just your best friend; she was your safe place, the person you could count on no matter what.

What she didn’t know—what you’d never let yourself admit out loud—was that you’d been harboring feelings for her for a while.

But you couldn’t tell her that. Why risk ruining the friendship for something that might not even exist?

You sighed and collapsed onto the couch, staring at the TV absentmindedly as you waited for her to arrive.

A knock on the door came just as you were lost in thought. You jumped up, eager to see her, and hurried to let her in.

The moment you opened the door, Emily stepped inside, immediately pulling you into a tight hug.

The scent of her perfume surrounded you, calming you in a way only she could.

She didn’t say anything at first, just held you close, her cheek gently pressed against the side of your head as you settled into her embrace.

“You okay?” she finally asked, her voice gentle.

You let out a long sigh, pulling back slightly to look up at her. “Not really” you admitted, giving her a weak smile. “It was a train wreck.”

Emily frowned, concern filling her eyes. “What happened?”

You sighed again and led her to the couch, where you both sat down. Emily leaned into you, her hand resting lightly on your knee, the kind of touch that felt so casual between friends but always sent a thrill through you.

“She was late” you started, shaking your head in frustration as you recounted the evening. “When she finally showed up, she barely paid any attention to me the whole time. She didn’t engage in the conversation at all… I just don’t understand why you’d go on a date if you’re going to act that way”

Emily’s face softened in sympathy, her brow furrowing as she listened intently. She gave your knee a reassuring squeeze. “That really sucks, Y/N. I’m so sorry you had to deal with that”

“Yeah” you muttered, feeling a heaviness settle in your chest as you stared down at your hands, tracing the lines on your palm absentmindedly.

“It’s like… why is it so hard to find someone who actually cares? Someone who’s genuinely interested in getting to know me?” You paused, your words catching in your throat as you took a deep breath, feeling a mix of vulnerability and longing. “Someone like you”

Emily’s expression softened even further, and you could see the understanding in her eyes. “You deserve someone who values you, Y/N” she said gently.

You looked up, meeting her gaze, and for a moment, the weight of your disappointment began to lift as you felt the warmth of her support. “Thanks, Em. It just feels like I keep running into the wrong people”

“I get it” she replied, her voice steady and comforting. “But I know you’ll find someone who appreciates you for who you are. It just takes time”

You nodded, grateful for her kindness, but the longing in your heart remained.

“Listen” she said, leaning back against the couch, a playful glint in her eyes. “I actually have something that might cheer you up”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What is it?”

Emily sat up a little straighter, her excitement palpable. “What if I set you up on a blind date?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

Emily burst into laughter at your confused expression, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I know, I know. But trust me, this one’s different. She’s really great”

You hesitated, uncertainty creeping into your voice. “I don’t know, Em. After tonight, I’m not sure I’m ready for another date. It feels like such a gamble”

“Just give it a shot” Emily urged, nudging you playfully with her elbow. “I promise it’ll be worth it. This girl is amazing”

You sighed, weighing your options. Emily’s enthusiasm was contagious, and despite your reservations, a flicker of curiosity ignited within you. “Okay… fine. But if it goes horribly wrong, you owe me big time. What’s her name?”

Emily grinned widely, her excitement radiating off her. “Deal! Her name is… Ann. You’re going to love her, I swear. And since you’re looking for ‘someone like me,’ you’re really going to hit it off. She’s exactly like me!”

You couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm, though a hint of apprehension lingered in the back of your mind.

“Alright, I’ll give it a try. But if she’s anything like you, I might just end up liking her too much!”

Emily laughed, the sound brightening the mood even more. “That’s the goal! Just keep an open mind, and I promise you won’t regret it”

——

Two days later, you stood outside Emily’s house, a knot of nerves tightening in your stomach.

The plan was for you to meet Ann at Emily’s place, and then the two of you would head out for dinner. It felt a bit weird, but you didn’t question it.

You knocked on the door, shifting nervously on the heels of your feet, your anxiety almost overwhelming you.

A moment later, the door swung open, and when you saw Emily, your breath caught in your throat.

She was dressed up—more dressed up than you’d ever seen her. She wore a sleek, fitted dress that accentuated her figure, her hair styled in soft waves, and her makeup flawless.

She looked absolutely stunning, and you couldn’t help but stare for a moment.

“Wow” you said, blinking in surprise. “You look… amazing”

Emily’s smile was soft, but there was a hint of nervousness in her eyes. “Thanks” she replied, stepping aside to let you in.

“What’s the occasion? Are you going out too?” you asked her, trying to sound casual as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Yes, I’m actually going on a date” she replied, a soft smile spreading across her face that lit up her eyes.

A wave of jealousy and disappointment surged through you, tightening your chest. It felt unfair, like a punch to the gut, but you masked your feelings with a practiced smile.

“Good for you” you said, forcing the words out, your voice almost a whisper. You tried to sound genuinely happy for her, but the smile felt more like a grimace.

“So… where’s your friend? Where’s Ann?” you asked, turning around to face her.

Emily hesitated for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face before she closed the door behind you.

She turned to face you, her expression a mix of nerves and determination.

“She’s… in front of you” she said, her voice steady but soft.

You frowned, confusion settling in. “What do you mean?”

Taking a deep breath, Emily stepped closer, her eyes searching yours. “I’m Ann”

For a moment, the world around you faded as you tried to process her words. “You’re… what?” you stammered, disbelief washing over you.

“I’m your blind date” she clarified, her voice tinged with vulnerability. “I didn’t set you up with anyone else. I set you up with me. I want you to go on a date with me”

I don’t understand” you whispered, your heart racing in your chest. “You want to go on a date with me? Like, a romantic one?”

“Yes, Y/N, a romantic one” she replied, her voice soft but firm, a gentle smile spreading across her face that made your heart flutter.

“I… You like me?” you asked, your voice shaky as disbelief washed over you.

“I don’t” Emily said, inching even closer, her presence both comforting and electrifying.

“What? But you just said—” you began, confusion twisting your thoughts until Emily interrupted.

“I love you, Y/N. So much” she confessed, her eyes shining with sincerity and a hint of vulnerability that made your breath catch in your throat.

“I… Why didn’t you tell me?” you stammered, feeling utterly dumbfounded. The confession felt monumental, like the ground beneath you had shifted.

Emily let out a shaky breath, her gaze steady and unwavering as it locked onto yours. “Because I didn’t know how. I’ve been your best friend for so long, and I didn’t want to ruin what we have. But after everything—watching you go on all those dates, seeing you struggle to find what you’re looking for—I just couldn’t keep pretending anymore. It hurt too much to see you with other people. People who don’t deserve you”

Her words hung in the air, heavy with emotion. Each confession felt like a revelation, and you could see the truth in her eyes.

The rush of feelings inside you was overwhelming—shock, relief, and an undeniable flicker of hope that ignited your heart.

“I’ve always been in love with you, Y/N” Emily continued, her voice trembling slightly. “But you always fell in love with someone else. I’m something so familiar to you that you don’t even notice me”

Tears pricked at your eyes as you stared at her, unable to believe what you were hearing. “Em, I—”

“I’ll do anything for you” she whispered, stepping closer until she was inches away from you. “I just want you to see me. Really see me”

“I do see you” you whispered, tears threatening to spill over as you reached out to cup her face in your hands. “I’ve always seen you”

Emily’s breath hitched as you leaned in, your foreheads resting together, the air between you charged with the weight of everything left unsaid.

“I’m in love with you too” you finally confessed, your voice barely a whisper. “I just didn’t think I could ever tell you. I didn’t want to lose you”

“You won’t lose me” Emily promised, her hands gently resting on your waist as she pulled you closer. “You never could”

For a long moment, you both just stood there, completely immersed in the intensity of the moment, neither of you wanting to break the fragile silence.

Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, Emily leaned in closer. Her lips grazed yours in the softest, most delicate kiss, like she was testing the waters, afraid to rush anything.

It was tentative at first, both of you hesitant, as though this moment had existed only in dreams, and now that it was real, you didn’t want to shatter it.

But as soon as you kissed her back, something shifted. The floodgates opened, and all the emotions you’d both been bottling up for so long came rushing out.

The kiss deepened, turning from gentle and hesitant to full of passion and need. Every emotion you had buried, every stolen glance, and every unspoken word was poured into that kiss.

It wasn’t just a kiss—it was a promise, an unspoken admission that this was what you both had been yearning for all along.

Emily’s hands slid up to cup your face, her thumbs tenderly wiping away the tears that had started to fall.

She pulled back just enough to rest her forehead against yours, her breath coming out in soft, shaky exhales.

“Come with me” Emily whispered, her voice barely above a murmur as she reached for your hand, her touch warm and reassuring. Without hesitation, you let her guide you through the house.

She led you into the kitchen, and when you stepped inside, your breath caught. The table was beautifully set—candles flickered gently, casting a soft, romantic glow, and rose petals were scattered delicately across the tablecloth, creating a picture-perfect scene.

Your eyes widened as you took in the setup, your heart swelling with emotion. “You did all this… for me?” you asked, your voice laced with disbelief, your gaze shifting to Emily.

Emily’s lips curled into a soft smile, her eyes filled with warmth and affection. “Yes, Y/N. You deserve this. You deserve the best” she replied, her voice tender, filled with sincerity.

You felt your throat tighten as you glanced back at the table. “I don’t even know what to say… This is so beautifu”

She squeezed your hand gently and gestured toward the table. “Come on, sit down. I even cooked your favorite” she added with a proud smile, pulling out a chair for you.

You slid into the chair, still feeling overwhelmed by the effort she’d gone to. As she sat across from you, you couldn’t help but smile back at her, the warmth between you filling the room.

“Emily, this is… I’ve never had anyone do something like this for me before” you admitted, your voice soft, filled with gratitude.

Emily leaned forward slightly, her gaze locked on yours. “Well, get used to it” she teased lightly. “Because I plan on making you feel this special all the time”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across your face. “I really don’t know what I did to deserve you”

Emily reached across the table, taking your hand in hers. “You deserve so much more”

For a brief moment, the two of you sat there in comfortable silence, the air around you filled with a new kind of closeness. Everything felt different now—better, deeper, more real.

After a dinner filled with reminiscing about the past, laughter, and playful teasing, you and Emily eventually made your way to the couch.

The evening continued in the same effortless rhythm you were used to—curled up next to each other, laughing and talking as you always had. But this time, something was undeniably different.

No more guessing, no more wondering. Just the certainty that this—being with Emily, feeling her hand gently resting on yours—was where you were meant to be all along.

You couldn’t stop smiling, even when you tried. Every time you looked at her, a surge of warmth would spread through your chest, and you knew she felt it too.

Her eyes sparkled with a new kind of light, and the way she touched you—whether it was her hand brushing against yours or her fingers gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear—felt charged with meaning.

At some point, the conversation shifted back to one of your many failed date, and you found yourself laughing at the absurdity of it all.

“So” Emily said, a teasing grin spreading across her face, “was it really that bad?”

You let out an exaggerated groan, rolling your eyes with playful sarcasm. “Oh, trust me, that date was a nightmare. You should have seen the look on her face when she realized her girlfriend was sitting right behind me. And my expression? It was priceless when I figured out she had a girlfriend too”

Emily burst into laughter, shaking her head in disbelief. “Yeah, that’s pretty rough. I can’t believe you’ve had to go through so many terrible dates. It’s like they’re trying to outdo each other in the worst possible way”

You shrugged, your tone turning a bit more reflective as you glanced at her. “Well, I guess I was just looking in all the wrong places” you admitted softly. “But it turns out, the person I really needed has been right in front of me this whole time” You held her gaze, a sense of warmth spreading through you as the realization settled in.

Emily’s smile faded into something more tender, and she reached out, taking your hand in hers. “I’ve always been here” she whispered, her thumb gently stroking your skin. “And I’ll always be here, no matter what”

You felt your heart swell with emotion, and for a moment, all you could do was look at her, overwhelmed by how much she meant to you.

She had always been your constant, the person you turned to when everything else felt uncertain.

And now, knowing that she loved you back, that she’d been waiting for you just as long as you’d been waiting for her, made everything feel right in the world.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to realize” you said quietly, squeezing her hand. “I was scared. Scared that if I told you how I felt, it would ruin everything”

Emily shook her head, her eyes softening with understanding. “I get it” she replied. “I was scared too”

For a while, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, the warmth of her presence soothing every anxious thought that had ever crossed your mind about this moment.

——

As the night wore on, a cozy atmosphere settled around you, and you found yourself growing increasingly comfortable in this new dynamic with Emily. The shift from friendship to something more felt effortless, like a gentle tide that had always been there, patiently waiting to be acknowledged.

With your head nestled against Emily’s shoulder, you could feel the steady rhythm of her breath, each exhale wrapping you in a sense of safety.

Her arm was securely draped around your shoulders, a comforting weight that sent a warm tingle down your spine.

You could feel the heat radiating from her body, mingling with the soft glow of the lights around you, creating an intimate cocoon that made the rest of the world fade away.

At one point, you turned to Emily, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of your lips. “I really liked that date… Ann” you said, your voice dripping with playful sarcasm.

Emily burst into laughter at your little joke, and you couldn’t help but join in, the moment light and full of warmth. After a beat, you tilted your head with a teasing smile.

“Where did you even get that name?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“It’s my middle name!” Emily shot back, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “How come you don’t know my middle name? We’ve been best friends forever!” she teased, suddenly poking you in the side, making you squirm and laugh even harder.

You gasped dramatically, trying to catch your breath. “I’m sorry!” you said, still grinning.

Emily playfully crossed her arms, a mock frown on her face. “You should be! You’re a terrible best friend” she joked, but the twinkle in her eye made it clear she wasn’t upset at all.

“I know! I’m such a terrible best friend but I promise I’ll be a better lover than a best friend” you said, winking at her.

Before you could say anything more, Emily leaned in and kissed you, deep and passionate, completely silencing the rest of your words.

FIN

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omg foxy fic for u! team night out where y/n let’s foxy drink so y/n can drive her back to their house later on and stuff since y/n prefers not to drink, when foxy is drunk she’s all over y/n and practically pulls her into her lap in the booth with teases from the team. just a funny cute fic, maybe foxy gets on karaoke and sings a love song and declares her love for y/n infront of the whole club. y/n takes her home and does her skin care routine since she’s too drunk to do it and looks after her .. feel like because she’s quite quiet she’d be a chaotic drunk

drunken love | emily fox

emily fic after the absolute banger she scored today!

A team night out always promised chaos. You weren’t much of a drinker, which meant you got the all-important job of being the responsible one. And given Emily’s growing tendency to cling to you like a magnet when drunk, it was a good thing, too.

She was three drinks in, giggling at absolutely nothing and staring at you like you’d hung the stars in the sky.

“Babe,” she slurred, resting her chin on your shoulder. “You are too beautiful for me.”

Before you could respond, her bottom lip wobbled.

Oh, no.

“Babe, don’t cry,” you whispered, cupping her face before it turned into a full-blown scene.

“I just love you so much,” she sniffled, her arms locking around your waist in a death grip.

Across the table, Leah and Katie burst out laughing.

“She’s a mess,” Lotte said, shaking her head.

“She’s your mess,” Alessia added, giving you a knowing grin. 

You sighed dramatically. “Unfortunately.”

Emily gasped like you’d just broken her heart.

“You don’t mean that,” she whispered.

“I don’t,” you reassured her, rubbing her back.

Seemingly satisfied, she nuzzled into your neck. “Good ‘cause I’d die without you.”

That earned another round of laughter from the table. Emily was normally a quiet, steady presence, quick-witted but never one to be the loudest in the room. But drunk Emily? Oh, drunk Emily was a romantic, dramatic, clingy mess.

And the team loved every second of it.

A server passed by, placing another round of drinks on the table, and Emily perked up immediately.

“Shots?” she asked hopefully. “Let’s do some shots!”

“No shots,” you said, pulling her back down before she could make a break for it.

“But I love shots,” she pouted.

“I know, babe. But you love me more, right?”

Her expression turned serious as she considered that. Then, with all the conviction in the world, she nodded.

“Yeah,” she said, snuggling into you again. “Love you wayyy more.”

Katie pretended to wipe a tear, just as drunk as Emily, “Beautiful, absolutely beautiful Foxy.”

You rolled your eyes.

Emily hummed, seemingly lost in her world. “Can you be my girlfriend?” she mumbled suddenly.

You blinked. “I already am.”

“Oh,” she said, as if this was brand-new information. Then, she grinned. “Lucky me! Did you guys know she was my girlfriend?” She said, turning to her teammates.  

Lotte choked on her drink.

Before you could even process that, Beth clapped her hands.

“Alright, time for karaoke.”

You immediately tensed, and Emily immediately lit up.

“Me! I wanna go!” she cheered, raising her hand like a kid in class.

“Oh no,” you muttered. “Babe, maybe we just sit this one out—”

“Absolutely not,” Leah interrupted. “She’s gotta do it now.”

With the entire table cheering her on, Emily stumbled up to the tiny stage, grabbing the mic with the confidence of a woman who had absolutely no business being that drunk in public.

“This one’s for my girlfriend,” she announced dramatically, pointing directly at you.

Your stomach dropped.

“Oh, God.”

The team erupted into cheers. Emily squinted at the screen, clearly struggling to focus, before grinning.

The intro music started.

You recognized it immediately.

It was “I Will Always Love You” by Whitney Houston.

Before you could even attempt to stop this disaster, Emily launched into it with the passion of someone performing for thousands, completely off-key, swaying like she might fall over at any second.

The team was losing their minds.

Katie was doubled over, Leah had tears in her eyes, and Alessia was recording every second of it. Meanwhile, you were sinking lower and lower into your seat, face buried in your hands.

When Emily hit the chorus, she dramatically reached out toward you like this was a tragic movie scene.

“I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUUUUUUUU!”

You were going to die. You could feel your soul physically leaving your body.

“She is SO gone,” Leah wheezed, wiping tears from her face.

“She’s in love,” Lotte corrected, shaking her head in awe. “That’s pure, unfiltered love.”

Somehow, Emily made it through the entire song, taking a deep bow at the end. As the whole bar cheered, you wanted to crawl into a hole.

Emily stumbled back toward you, flopping into the booth with the biggest grin.

“Did you like it?” she asked sweetly, beaming at you like a proud puppy.

“I—yeah, babe. It was… something.”

She sighed dreamily, tucking her head into your shoulder. “You’re my muse.”

Lotte snorted so hard she almost choked. You had to get her home. 

“I think we’re calling it a night,” you announced, standing up and helping Emily to her feet. “Let’s get you home.”

“Oh, mine or yours?” she asked innocently.

“Ours,” you corrected, throwing an arm around her waist to steady her.

Emily gasped like you’d just proposed. “Oh, wow.”

The car ride was an adventure in itself. Emily had insisted on DJing, which mostly meant playing love songs at full volume and dramatically serenading you, often reaching across to grab your hand or trace hearts on your arm.

At a red light, she turned to you with the softest expression.

“You’re perfect,” she whispered, like it was the biggest secret in the world.

You glanced at her, shaking your head fondly. “Thank you, baby but you’re drunk.”

“I’m drunk and in love,” she corrected, squeezing your hand.

You laughed. “I know.”

When you finally pulled into your driveway, Emily stretched her arms above her head, a lazy smile on her face.

“We made it,” she said proudly. “You’re such a good driver!”

“Yep. Let’s get you inside before you fall asleep in the car.”

She huffed but let you help her out. Once inside, she flopped onto the couch with zero grace, arms spread like a starfish.

“Babe, bed,” you reminded her. “Let’s get you to bed, yeah?”

“But the couch is nice,” she murmured, already half-asleep.

You crouched beside her, brushing hair from her face. “Come on, I’ll even do your skincare for you.”

That got her attention. Her eyes fluttered open, sparkling with mischief.

“You’d do that for me?”

You smiled. “Always.”

Emily reached out, poking your cheek. “You’re the best.”

With some effort, you got her to the bathroom, where she sat on the closed toilet lid, watching you with the softest look as you carefully wiped off her makeup.

“Nobody’s ever done this for me before,” she mumbled.

You kissed her forehead. “Get used to it.”

She sighed happily, closing her eyes as you applied her moisturizer. Once she was all set, you helped her change into one of your oversized hoodies and led her to bed. As soon as she hit the mattress, she pulled you down with her, snuggling into your chest.

“I’m gonna marry you,” she murmured sleepily.

Your heart squeezed. “Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

You smiled into her hair. “Ask me again when you’re sober.”

Emily hummed, already halfway asleep, “I’m planning on doing it soon, just need a ring!”

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Erin Cuthbert has withdrawn from the Scotland squad for our upcoming Nations league matches due to injury

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would you do one where lovie is sick and wants Leah and not Alessia which surprises her

SEEKING SOLACE | alessia russo x child!reader x leah williamson

grumpy masterlist

alessia had always been fiercely protective of you, as her daughter as someone who had became a mum young she had, slowly, become accustomed to the late night fevers, the endless cuddles on the couch and the soft whispers of reassurance.

but nothing could have prepared her for your tiny voice broke the quiet hum of your home this evening.

it had started with a small cough that morning while your mummy was having the weekly coffee morning catch up with the arsenal girls before training begun, a small sniffle coming from you here and there.

but by the afternoon and you were back home you were a shivering bundle of blankets. your face flushed with the heat of the fever which was quickly forming.

alessia had done her best to comfort you, offering you a warm bath and a cosy evening on the couch. the evening wore on and it became clear that your fever was getting worse.

alessia was used to being the one who you turned to and relied on, the one who wiped away your tears when you were upset and somehow find a way to make everything better. but as you settled on the couch, cuddled into your mummy side as she drew patterns on your back.

alessia was taken by surprise when your small fingers grasped the edge of her sleeve as you whispered, "i want le"

your mummy froze, her heart skipping a beat. the blondes girlfriend, leah had been a steady and loving presence in your lives. and while you like leah just fine, you had always preferred the quiet comfort of your mummy's arms when you were unwell.

"lovie" your mummy began gently, stroking a hand through your hair, "mummy's here, leah won't be home for some time yet"

you just shook your head, your bright blue eyes wide and glassy from your fever, "no i, i want lele.. please?"

alessia's heart ached. she never expected this. leah as always had been nothing but patinet with you, but your request took alessia by surprise.

for the past couple of months leah had been a constant figure in your life alongside alessia. the blonde having spent a lot more days at your house as well as staying over a few night a week but leah hadnt officially moved in, just yet. so alessia could understand how and why you'd grown such an attachment to her.

but alessia assumed it was her who you would always want in times like these - your mum, the one who knew how to make things right.

but maybe in the past few weeks you had saw something in leah that alessia hadn't noticed. or maybe just maybe, it was the tenderness leah brought with her when she did show up. the way she spoke so softly and her gentleness.

without a word, alessia picked up her phone keeping you tight in her arms as she sent leah a quick text.

'love i'm sorry and i know your out with your family but lovie wants you here. she's not feeling well.'

not even a moment later, her phone buzzed with leah’s reply.

lele<3 'i'll be twenty minutes.'

true to her word leah arrived just a few minutes after the twenty minute mark and it was as though the air lightened. she was still wearing the clothes she'd worn for to go out for dinner in, alessia having to put to one side the thoughts on the outfit - although she'd no doubt let her thoughts known later on..

leah's presence seemed to infuse the room with a claming energy and you who'd been restless moments before and immediately quieten when leah knelt down beside you.

"hey little one," leah said softly, her voice so warm and familar, "how you feeling? i heard your not feeling too great."

you, still feverish and tired stretched out your small arms towards leah as she didnt hesitate to gather you into her embrace. alessia watched on in awe as leah settled down next to the blonde rubbing circles on your back.

it was the same tender care alessia had seen leah give her countless times but watching it directed towards you, her daughter, was something new. something beautiful.

"i'm so glad your here" alessia whispered her voice thick with emotion.

leah smiled, her eyes soft and filled with love, "you know im always here, for both of you"

you nestled into leah's arms as your eyes fluttered closed as you were comforted by the warmth and gentle touch. leah stretching her arm out so alessia could be closer to her as she rested her head on leah's shoulder, her heart full as they were wrapped in the quiet, steady rhythm of leah's care.

as the minutes passed, your breath started to slow down and your feverish flush loosened as leah held her, whispering soothing words. alessia sat watch as leah's hands traced patterns on your back. there was something in the way leah was holding you, the way she had seemed to melt into their little family which made alessia's chest tighten with gratitude.

she'd known leah for a while now, had fallen for her slowly, but moments like this - moments where leah was not just the love of her life but the heart of their home - made alessia love her more than she thought was ever possible.

you let out a content sigh as your little body relaxed into the calm of her embrcae. alessia kissed the top of your head before turning her gaze back to leah. as their eyes met and in the quiet of the room as a thousand unspoken words passes between them - words of love, of relief, of togetherness.

alessia's heart ached a little at the tenderness in leah's eyes. she could see the joy in them, the warmth of knowing she was part of something real, something beautiful.

"i'm sorry again for cutting your family dinner short-" alessia whispered as leah just shrugged it off as if it was nothing. "i- i didn't expect her to ask for you" alessia carried on her voice soft but filled with emotion.

she settled closer to leah, still resting her head on her shoulder. "she's always wanted me when she's sick. i thought.. well, i thought i'd be the one she needed."

leah's hand found alessia's, fingers intertwining. she gave a small squeeze. "maybe she knew you needed a little time to breathe. you're always the one who takes care of everything. maybe it was her way of letting you lean on me for a change."

alessia smiled softly, her eyes lingering on the way leah held you. it was a quiet tenderness, the kind which made alessia feel safe, cherished. she leaned in, pressing her lips gently to leah's cheek, the soft touch lingering longer than it should have.

"thank you," alessia whispered against her skin, her voice thick with gratitude. "for always being here. for showing up.. for us"

leah turned her head just slightly, enough for their lips to brush, the breifest kiss which sent a spark of warmth through alessia. "always." leah murmured, her thumb gently brushing over the back of alessia's hand. "for as long as you'll have me."

alessia's breath cuaght and she kissed leah again - this time, slow and deliberate as if trying to memorise the feeling of leah's lips. her fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her just that little bit closer. the kiss deepened, tender and full of love they shared. a love that had grown strong through every shared moment and evey challenge they had faced together.

when they finally pulled apart, both breathless. alessia rested her forehead against leah's her hand still in hers. you were asleep now, your little body nestled safetly between them, your face soft and peaceful as light snores fell from your lips.

"sometimes, i wonder how i got so lucky" alessia whispered, her heart full of something deeper than she could even express. "i've got you both."

leah smiled, her thumb gently stroking alessia's cheek. "we're the lucky ones love"

and in that quiet, intimate moment surrounded by the soft sound of your breathing, alessia knew this was exactly where she was meant to be. with you. with leah. building their family. step by step, moment by moment. full of love, warmth and everything she had ever dreamed of.

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Big sister | Katie McCabe x Pregnant!Reader

5k celebration prompt: "Did the baby just kick?"

Woso masterlist | Words: 1k

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Having a lazy morning was often not in the cards for your family. Between your daughter's activities and playdates, and both of your and Katie's work schedules there was rarely time for lazy mornings.

Today however was a rare day where none of you had plans in the morning. Katie had a rest day, you took the day off for a doctor's visit in the afternoon, and your daughter only had a playdate after your appointment.

The three of you took full advantage of this time. With a three year old sleeping in wasn't in the cards, but you'd trade sleeping in for cuddles with your little family any day. 

You woke up from the noise of your daughter playing in her room. Her giggles traveling to your bedroom. You had told Lily that when she woke up, she could play in her room. She had seen it as a fun activity she could do, but really you had told her so you could get a little more sleep in yourself.

Her happiness puts a smile onto your face, as you roll over to cuddle into your wife. Katie was still sound asleep, so you wrapped your arm around her and scooted closer so you could be her big spoon. After a few soft kisses to her back, you started dozing off again yourself. Somehow, you managed to fall back to sleep with the buzzing noise of your daughter in the background. 

Well, until Lily decided that she was done playing and came to jump into bed with the two of you. She knew that she couldn’t jump on you right now, because you were pregnant, and she knew you were growing her baby brother in your belly.

That meant that the still fully asleep Katie was your daughter’s target. She climbed onto her side of the bed and started a cuddle attack. A term you had grown to love. A cuddle attack meant your daughter would jump in out of nowhere and put her little arms around you while yelling ‘cuddle attack’ to announce herself. 

Katie awoke to your daughter’s tiny body jumping into her and attacking her with cuddles. “Morning to you too, Cuddle Monster.” She said with her voice still groggy, as she hugged her back.

Lily climbed over Katie and slid down in between the two of you. Knowing exactly where she needed to be to get cuddled from both sides. “Good morning!” She said cheerfully, before each of you squished her cheeks with a kiss. 

You soaked in every second of the lazy start to your morning, just cuddling and chatting with your little family. “Cuddle mornings are my favourite.” Lily said out of nowhere. It brought a smile to both of your face’s. “Me too, baby.” You said as you pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“I think we should have them more often. I love them and you very much.” Katie said contently, while looking between you both.

You were about to agree with having them more often, when suddenly you froze. A strange, unfamiliar feeling settled in your stomach. 

Katie noticed your sudden stillness, and sat up quickly. “What’s wrong?” She said slightly panicked. You don’t answer her question, too focussed on what’s happening in your stomach. You press your hand to your stomach, accidentally worrying both Katie and Lily more.

“Did I hurt you, Mama?” Lily asked full of concern. That snapped you out of your focus. “No, love, Mama isn’t in pain.”

You lifted your eyes to meet Katie’s. She saw the tears welling in your eyes, but realised there wasn’t a sad or scared look in your eyes, but an excited, and awestruck one. "Wait, did the baby just kick?" She asked, thinking that she figured out what was going on.

With a nod and a teary smile, you say, “I think so.”

Lily looks between the two of you with a confused expression plastered on her face. “What does it mean? Is baby hurting Mama?” 

You shake your head. “No, love, the baby isn’t hurting me. Here give me your hand and you can feel what it means.” Lily reached out her hand, and you gently put it on your stomach, where the baby just kicked.

Her small hand was quickly joined by Katie’s, both waiting to feel what you were feeling. For a moment there was nothing, no kicking, and no speaking. Your whole family was patiently waiting for your little boy to kick again. And then her did it again, another tiny kick, this time pressed against their hands.

Your eyes met Katie’s, both of you with tears welling in your eyes. Having forgotten how great it was to feel your baby for the first time. Then your eyes moved over to your little girl, her eyes wide as she was still staring to where she had just felt the kick. “Was that really baby brother?”

You smiled wide, “Yeah, it was. I think he wanted to let us know that he was enjoying our cuddle morning too.”

Katie leaned down and pressed a kiss to your belly. “Hi bubba, you’ve got some strong kicks already, huh?”

Lily giggled at Katie speaking to the baby before copying her. She left a sloppy kiss on your belly and said, “I love you baby brother.” It was safe to say that both of your hearts melted in that exact moment.

You let your fingers move through Lily’s hair. “You’re going to be such a good big sister.” Lily nodded proudly. “I’m gonna teach him all the important stuff.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” Katie asked as she pulled her back in for another hug.

Lily put her finger to her lips, thinking for a moment before saying, “How to cuddle attack, play football, and colour inside the lines.”

Katie chuckled, “Sounds like you’ve got it all figured out. He’s very lucky to have a big sister like you.”

You had been a little nervous about how Lily would react to not being the only child anymore, and had been trying your best to prepare her to be a big sister, and in that moment you knew that everything was going to be alright.

Your baby boy was already so loved, and you couldn’t wait to see your kids interacting together.

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Spanish is in italics <3

Ona sat on the edge of the bed, hands clasped tightly in her lap, her foot bouncing anxiously against the floor. You watched her from the doorway, arms crossed, doing your best to hide your amusement. You’d never seen her so nervous before -not before a match, not before press conferences, not even before meeting your friends. But now? Meeting your parents had her looking like she was about to face a firing squad.

“You look like you’re about to be sick,” you teased, stepping closer and brushing a hand through her hair.

Ona sighed dramatically, tilting her head up to look at you. “I think…maybe I am.”

You chuckled, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “They’re going to love you. There’s nothing to be nervous about.”

She groaned, letting her head fall backwards. “Not nervous. Scared.”

That made you laugh outright. “Scared? Why?”

Ona fixed you with a deadpan look. “Because your family is…Irish.”

You raised a brow. “And?”

Her hands flailed as she searched for the right words. “And! I…your English, I learn. Slow, but I learn. But them? I don’t know if…if I will understand.”

You bit your lip, doing your best not to smile too much. You knew this was a genuine fear for her. Your parents’ accents were thick, and their speech patterns could be difficult to follow, even for people who had grown up around them. But Ona had come a long way with her English, even if she didn’t always have confidence in it.

“They know you’re still learning,” you reassured her, kneeling so you were at her level, placing your hands on her thighs and squeezing softly. “They’re not going to care if you miss a few words.”

“But…what if they talk, and I…” She made a motion with her hands, mimicking something flying over her head.

You grinned as you stood, reaching for her hands. “Then I’ll translate.”

She groaned again, but she let you pull her up off the bed, exhaling deeply as she muttered something in Spanish under her breath.

“Come on,” you said, grabbing your keys and tucking them into your pocket before sticking out your hand and wiggling your fingers. “Let’s get this over with.”

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The moment you walked into your parents’ house, you knew Ona was in trouble.

“Jaysus, it’s about time ye got here! I was startin’ to think ye’d gotten lost or somethin’!”

Ona stiffened beside you. You squeezed her hand, biting back a laugh at the look of sheer panic on her face. Your mum rounded the corner, wiping her hands on a tea towel before pulling you into a tight hug. She was barely finished with you before turning to Ona, who barely had time to prepare herself before being pulled into the same embrace.

“And you must be Ona,” your mum said warmly, hands resting on Ona’s shoulders as she gave her a once-over. “Lovely to finally meet ye, love. We’ve heard so much about ye.”

Ona smiled nervously, clearly trying to piece together the words. “Um…thank you?”

Your dad appeared in the doorway then, nodding in greeting. “Howya, love. Hope ye don’t mind a bit of madness. We’re not exactly a quiet bunch.”

Ona’s grip on your hand tightened.

You cleared your throat, stepping in before she had a full-on breakdown. “He’s just saying we’re loud.”

Ona nodded quickly. “Ah! Sí, sí, is okay. Loud is…nice.”

Your mum beamed. “Ah, isn’t she just the sweetest thing? Come in, love, we’ve got a nice dinner ready for ye both.”

Ona followed you into the house like she was heading toward impending doom.

Dinner was…an experience.

Your parents were nothing if not welcoming, but they were also incapable of slowing down their speech. Which meant that, for the majority of the meal, you had one hand on your fork and the other on Ona’s thigh, gently squeezing every time you needed to translate something.

“So tell me, love, how’s the football goin’?” your dad asked, cutting into his chicken. “Ye keepin’ our one in line?”

Ona blinked. She turned to you immediately, wide-eyed.

You coughed, setting down your fork. “He’s asking if football is going well. And if you keep me in line.”

Ona let out a small breath of relief before turning back to your dad. “Uh…football is…very good. And-“ She smirked slightly, eyes flicking to you. “I try keep in line, but is…hard.”

Your dad roared with laughter, clapping a hand against the table so hard it made Ona visibly startle in surprise. You squeezed her thigh apologetically in response. “Aye, she’s a handful, alright. Ye must have the patience of a saint!”

Ona looked at you in desperation.

You smiled tightly, intending to kill your father for his words later. “He’s saying I’m a handful.”

Ona grinned, nodding enthusiastically and completely ignoring the glare you send her way. “Yes. Mucho handful.”

“You’re supposed to be on my side.” You scoffed.

Ona placatingly patted the hand you still had on her thigh as she took a bite of her food, and you tightened your hand around the toned muscle in response, having every intention of getting her back for that later. And if the way Ona freckled cheeks flush a lovely shade of red was anything to go by, you knew she was fully ware of this fact.

Well, at least you were on the same page.

Your mum laughed, reaching for the mashed potatoes. “Ah, she’s grand. Now, tell me, love, do ye miss home much? I imagine Spain’s a lot warmer than here.”

Ona caught onto a couple of words, clearing her throat as she nodded. “Miss home, yes. Spain is…warmer, sí. But here is nice too.”

Your mum smiled, clearly pleased with the answer. “Aye, good girl.”

Ona turned to you again, confused, and you sighed before begrudgingly complying and leaning in. “She’s just saying good job.”

Ona nodded quickly. “Ah. Thank you.”

The conversation continued, with you acting as Ona’s personal translator whenever necessary. Which was, well, pretty often, actually, especially when your parents spoke over one another in their excitement.

At one point, your mother turned to her and asked, “So, love, d’ya get much time off or are ya always runnin’ about?”

Ona blinked, before she turned to you. “Translate.”

You tried very, very hard not to laugh, and you were only mildly successful as you were forced to set down the drink you were about to take a mouthful from. “She asked if you get much time off or if you’re always running around.”

Ona let out a soft oh before turning back to your mother. “Um…depende. Sometimes, yes, sometimes no.”

Your mother nodded approvingly. “Ah, so same as anythin’ really.”

Ona turned to you. “Again.”

“She said it’s the same with everything.”

Ona groaned quietly, rubbing her temples. “I need…the slowest English.”

Your father chuckled as he wiped his face with a napkin. “Ah, she’s grand. She’ll be fluent before ya know it.”

Ona didn’t even try to understand that one. She just looked at you with a look that said, help me, and you couldn’t help but grin as you squeeze her thigh again.

“He said you’re good.”

Ona seemed doubtful. “Too fast.” She looked down at her plate before sighing and dropping her hands.

Your dad winked at her. “You’ll catch up soon enough, pet.”

Ona stared, then turned to you once more.

You translated, and she groaned again, dropping her head onto your shoulder. “No puedo.”

“You can,” you assured her, pressing a kiss to her hair as you wrapped an arm around her waist and squeezed softly. “You’re doing great, baby.”

She glanced up at you. “Really?”

“I promise.” You assured.

Ona let out another long, dramatic sigh, before sitting up and turning to your mother. “You…speak slow, please?”

Your mother nodded seriously. “Of course, love.”

She lasted approximately two minutes before she was rambling at full speed again.

Ona shot you a look, and you just laughed.

“Welcome to the family, baby.” You placed a fond kiss to her forehead.

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you: soooo… we live together

you: we’ve gotten married

you: are almost together for 5 years

wifey 💞: Yes…

wifey 💞: Where are you going with this?

you: and we’re really settling down now

wifey 💞: Go on

you: i think it’s time for the next step

wifey 💞: Next step? 😅😳

you: i kind of might have maybe highly likely lowkey went somewhere today

wifey 💞: Oh god what did you do

you: iiiii went to the animal shelter

wifey 💞: Y/N Rodriguez-Putellas, there better not be a dog sitting on my side of the couch when I get back

you: omg no i would never adopt or make such a decision without you knowing

wifey 💞: Phew

you: however…

wifey 💞: How about an aquarium first?

you: ugh no

you: can i talk to a fish?

wifey 💞: You can sure try

you: can i cuddle a fish?

wifey 💞: Better not try that

you: can it keep me company when you’re away?

wifey 💞: Maybe not, but they're fun to look at?

wifey 💞: And they’re easier to take care of than a dog. A dog would be really dependable on us. 

you: was i talking about a dog? 🧐

wifey 💞: 😱

you: because i saw THE cutest cat there!!! a little ginger one

wifey 💞: Ginger cats are known to be evil spawns

you: that was the nickname my fam had for me when i was a teenager so i’m the living proof to not judge a book by its cover 😇

wifey 💞: I mean…

you: rude!

wifey 💞: Hahaha tell me about the cat, babe

you: they found him a few weeks ago dumped on the side of a road and he was really malnourished and sick, but he’s been a fighter. 

wifey 💞: And he took to you?

you: yeah immediately ):

you: he’s like, my soulmate 

wifey 💞: Who’s rude now? Ouch 😂

you: but he's still struggling and is still taking lots of meds. he's weak but getting stronger each week, and i just want to give him a proper chance. the shelter can't afford all of his meds etc bc they're not being funded, but we can afford it. if we didn't adopt him, i'd forever keep wondering if he went to a warm home and a good family or if he even made it.

wifey 💞: Ugh I love how much you always care too much

wifey 💞: Listen, I’m not making ANY promises, but I do agree that adding a sweet fluffy friend to our family could be great, and that I've been thinking about it too.

wifey 💞: When I’m home, we can go to the shelter to visit him again, how’s that sound?

you: no way 

you: are you serious

you: misa don't fuck with me now

wifey 💞: Yes way, and I am.

you: aaaaaaaah i’m so excited!!! this is going to be the best thing ever for him!!!!!! 

you: and for us ofc

you: i’m going to ask my friend on some tips on having a cat so we can be sure to make a decision

you: outweigh the pros and cons

you: no matter how much i already love that little one, i want to be sure we can properly take care of him and give him the best home ever.

wifey 💞: That’d be perfect. Keep me updated?

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albaquerque 🌼: hello my sweet sweet sisters by birth and by law

albaquerque 🌼: mami and i thought it would be sweet to spend saturday the 21st of the next month with as much family we can gather

albaquerque 🌼: and plus ones (hi misa, hi olga)

wifey 💞: Hi Alba 😌

olga 🌸: Hiiii 

you: gonna catch ‘em all.

wifey 💞: Uhhh, let me check, but sounds fun!

ale🐻: What do you have in mind? I’m glad Y/N isn’t picking this time because i’m not going to another pottery class 

you: hey!! everyone liked that but you!! you just hated it because yours came out like a demolished turd

olga 🌸: 🤣

ale🐻: That's such an exaggeration

olga 🌸: no, babe, she's right. it looked horrible

albaquerque 🌼: AnYwAy, we want to go go-karting

you: MAMI wants to go GO-KARTING?

albaquerque 🌼: and maybe go to a winery/outside dining in some fancy shmancy vineyard

you: okay in what order? bc i’m not going onto the track after you’ve had a few drinks. you’re already a terrible driver as is

albaquerque 🌼: ok so y/n is no longer invited

wifey 💞: Can I still come?

you: fuck u 😒

albaquerque 🌼: always

olga 🌸: sounds perfect!! i can make it, ale’s still checking her schedule

ale🐻: What about the little ones, though?

albaquerque 🌼: they have an indoor playground or trampoline park thingy there and tia's gonna look after them

you: what the hell, i’d much rather go there than go-karting

albaquerque 🌼: it’s ages 5-12 only on a saturday afternoon

ale🐻: So Y/N will fit right in

olga 🌸: 🤭

you: you're so hilarious

albaquerque 🌼: guys focus, we need to know how many are coming so that we can put in a reservation. they need to prep all the karts beforehand

ale🐻: I should be free on the 21st by the way, so count us in!

wifey 💞: Us too! We'll drive to you guys on Friday already so prepare a room! 😎

you: i'm soooo gonna kick all your asses

olga 🌸: we'll see about that 😌

ale🐻: I'm the best driver on paper, no accidents and no speeding tickets

albaquerque 🌼: that's exactly why you'll be last. you need to be a menace to win go-karting

wifey 💞: Okay, so how dangerous is it exactly....

albaquerque 🌼: as dangerous as we dare to make it mwuahaha

albaquerque 🌼: but you're right, my colleague once got a broken rib lmao so we should probably set some ground rules first like, no intentional bumping or whatever

you: pussy

olga 🌸: pussy

you: jinx

ale🐻: Dios mio, here we go, this looks promising 🤨

you: why did bff1 just text me 'wanna bet on me winning?🏎😈'

albaquerque 🌼: oh yeah

albaquerque 🌼: i invited her

you: 😱

you: as YOUR plus one?!

albaquerque 🌼: oh shut your mouth

albaquerque 🌼: i thought you'd wanted her there since it's been so long, so i invited her. don't act like she's never tagged along to a putellas day before

you: but never as YOUR date ooOoOOoH 😍 smoochie smooch

albaquerque 🌼: y/n shut up before i punch your fucking teeth out

ale🐻: Hey, hey, hey, calma

ale🐻: None of that

ale🐻: The more the merrier. We'll have a fun day ☺️

albaquerque 🌼: exactly!! ale gets it

you: i mean, it's kind of awkward to have your family third-wheel on your date but whatever rocks your boat

albaquerque 🌼: you're mami's least favourite daughter

you: waaahhh waahhh 😪

ale🐻: On second thought, maybe Y/N won't be let in during the 5-12 afternoon, babies don't get to go on the trampolines.

olga 🌸: This is why I love you three

wifey 💞: ⬆️

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bff1👅: wanna bet on me winning?🏎😈

you: ARE YOU COMING TOO??

bff1👅: yes yes alba asked me

you: ○○○

you: ○○○

you: are you smooching my sister

bff1👅: ew that's like smooching you

bff1👅: 🤢

you: wtf, why are you saying 'ew' to smooching me? i'm a catch

bff1👅: you wanna smooch me?

bff1👅: 😉

you: i regret using the word smooch now

bff1👅: 😏

you: 🤢

you: and you just totally changed the subject

bff1👅: no, you did

you: oh you're right oopsie🧐

you: ok but.... if you WERE smooching my sister, you'd tell me, wouldn't you?

bff1👅: duh, you know i can't keep a secret from you even if i wanted to. i promise. but i'm not into alba

bff1👅: tbh, she has been nicer lately

bff1👅: which is weird

bff1👅: because she's never been that soft with me usually

bff1👅: maybe she's finally warming up to me after all these years 🤣

you: tbh i feel like she's been feeling really lonely lately

you: everyone around her is in relationships or marriages and settling down

you: i think she's been gravitating towards you bc of that

bff1👅: because i'm also single and pathetic? gee thanks

bff1👅: kidding, i know what you mean

bff1👅: we should set her up with someone

you: ok so long as you organise my funeral after that, because she'd kill me if we did that

bff1👅: oh, don't be so dramatic, what could go wrong?

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albaps9 since when did you become a passenger princess ↳ marisabel_rguez Since I got a cute personal chauffeur!

bff1 confirmed: misa likes watching her lover sleep. creep ↳ marisabel_rguez hey!!! 🤣 and she's my wife! 😤

yourusername hello wife. how are you wife? i love you wife. ↳ marisabel_rguez Hello wife!!! 😘😘😘

yourusername takeout runs are the only type of running i like.

bff1 my mothers

alexiaputellas Did you just capture the moment Misa realised she wanted to get a dog next? ↳ yourusername well, mr peanut won't like that ↳ alexiaputellas Did you really name your cat, mr peanut?? ↳ yourusername you're his auntie!!! you should know! ↳ alexiaputellas I'm a dog person, I don't care about that cat. ↳ yourusername you'll warm up to him, he'll wrap you around his claw 😌 ↳ yourusername but no, that's his nickname ↳ alexiaputellas Why? ↳ yourusername just because ↳ alexiaputellas Just because why? ↳ yourusername because it sounded funny ↳ alexiaputellas I swear you're still five.

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Text Messages

you: love love love

you: the girls just left 😔

you: i miss you

you: when do you land again?

wifey 💞: Hi my everything, I miss you too

wifey 💞: Did you have a good time together? ❤️

wifey 💞: Umm probably around 1am-ish?

wifey 💞: But don’t stay up until I’m home, that might take another 2-3 hours

you: dooooon’t tell me what to do

you: and yes, the bestest best best time ever

you: you act like i can sleep without knowing if you got home safely.

you: i saved you some dinner if you’re hungry

wifey 💞: Haha, it was worth a try. But thank you, baby

wifey 💞: Will probably be in the air soon, so talk later!

you: see you tonight! stay safe and i love you

wifey 💞: I love you

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jennihermoso Welcome to the world, peanut pute-rodri.

bff1 long labour? ↳ yourusername very, whew!

bff2 Aw, your son's just like his mama! (a menace!!) ↳ yourusername 😇

marisabel_rguez Look at our son 😍

albaps9 finally an auntie, i can't believe it. never thought you'd be the first with a kid. you're still a kid yourself. ↳ yourusername soooo you had all your money on ale, an athlete with a busy life? or on yourself, a doof who's single? ↳ albaps9 🤬😤

bff3 The cutest baby ever. ↳ bff1 ikr no diapers, no crying

alexiaputellas RIP to the couch he used as a scratching post. Dogs don't do that 🐶 ↳ yourusername at least he'll never destroy a really expensive set of cleats ahum ↳ alexiaputellas Nala was still young then 🤨

sofie.svava How did you convince misa to finally adopt a pet 😂 ↳ yourusername i asked reeeeeeeeally nicely ↳ bff1 read: she begged on her hands and knees ↳ yourusername 😧 ↳ bff1 get your mind out of the gutter, you dipshit ↳ marisabel_rguez She did ask really nicely, actually 😌

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Text Messages

albaquerque 🌼: mami, ale and i figured it all out

mama 😊: What did you figure out, mija?

you: alba is secretly adopted all along? 😱 i KNEW it

albaquerque 🌼: i figured out the cause of your high blood pressure and your stress

ale🐻: I'm not sure I want to be involved in this 🤨

mama 😊: What is it?

albaquerque 🌼: [photo]

you: 😑

you: i knew it would be something stupid like this

mama 😊: Haha, tell me something I don't know!

ale🐻: Mami 😂😂😂

you: oh wow 🙂

albaquerque 🌼: see? 😇

mama 😊: I love you all to pieces and equally, but Y/N honey, you did almost cost me my heart. Multiple times.

mama 😊: But that's all in the past, and we're all going through good times now. I'm proud of you and how you overcame your obstacles. You're my strong little girl, mijita.

mama 😊: I'm proud of all three of you and the life you're building for yourselves. I love you.

mama 😊: My beautiful girls!! 😍

ale🐻: Thanks mama ���

you: your plan backfired, alba, i got complimented instead hehehe 💁‍♀️🕺

albaquerque 🌼: lalalala 😒

mama 😊: 😛

mama 😊: Some things never change.

ale🐻: Forever one step away from annoying each other 🤪

mama 😊: 🤭🤗

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username4 we were there!!!!! it was so cold but they still stayed and talked and took photos with us. yn felt very weird people wanted a photo with her too and got VERY shy, alexia just laughed at that ↳ username6 girly still doesn't seem to grasp her popularity within the woso fandom 🤣

username9 Ahh no, we just missed them 😭

username3 Eli raised beautiful, gracious women! She must be proud 🖤

username18 imagine having Ale as a big sis

username5 NO BUT LISTEN- i met her a looong while ago with my gf on the streets in madrid when she told us she'd get our message through to misa and tonight she recognised us and said she told misa back then!!! she's a literal angel!!

username35 no but why am I so obsessed with the putellas sisters? I need more of them

username10 Alexia was so sweet with Y/N, making sure she stayed close and was feeling okay. She seems like such a great big sister. ↳ username4 fr! i noticed that too! yn was getting the baby of the fam treatment! also from eli, it was rlly cute to see. eli was taking pictures for herself of ale and yn too ahaha.

username15 they really look alike here ↳ username18 Yeah, that happens with siblings 🤭

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you: hahaha your sister sent me a photo of you in high school

wifey 💞: Which one?

you: [photo]

you: as if i couldn’t love you more

wifey 💞: Oh my god, I’ll kill her. She's sabotaging my marriage by sending that photo to you

you: you're so dramatic ahahaha

wifey 💞: Pfff, you and I would not have been dating if we met in high school

you: WHY NOT

wifey 💞: Have you seen high school me? and have you seen high school you????

you: aw but you were so young and adorable and you were cool and already so gorgeous. we all look silly in our old photos with the trends from back then. but i love it.

wifey 💞: No, I look disgusting!!

you: you were already beautiful, and i’m pretty sure teenage-me’s heart would’ve leaped in her chest whenever you would have looked at her

you: you'd probably even be my sweet gay awakening ☺️

wifey 💞: I thought it was that actress

you: which one? there were so many 😂

wifey 💞: If we'd dated then, I'd constantly have to fight off the competition

you: yea? you would've blasted 'steal your girl' by 1D in your room after school? 😂

you: i would've only had eyes for you, let's be real

you: and high school misa already had my misa in her, so i'll adore young misa even more. protect her and carry her around like a tiny pokemon. pika pika.

wifey 💞: I've never seen a girl as pretty as you

wifey 💞: You're really weird though

you: 🙃

wifey 💞: ....👀 Kidding. I love you.

you: and i love every version of you. young, old and wrinkly, grumpy, hangry, ....horny...,frustrated after a loss.... hangry (again)

wifey 💞: Flattery will get you everywhere, Mrs Rodriguez

you: you’re making me feel like a sexy teacher, mrs putellas

wifey 💞: Is this your way of trying to get us to roleplay?

you: NO.

you: unless...

wifey 💞: You're crazy

you: about you? always. 😁

wifey 💞: I love you to pieces, you know that, right?

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marisabel_rguez Jinx, jinx again.

bff2 Our biggest tiny friend <3

bff1 it's the 'you're really weird though' for me

albaps9 your breakfast looks like it came straight from the trash ↳ yourusername you're straight from the trash ↳ albaps9 that's no way to talk about our mother ↳ yourusername 😯 ↳ albaps9 we shared a womb, and since i came before you, there are parts of me in you ↳ yourusername ew ew ew ew why phrase it all like that ↳ alexiaputellas Did you read that somewhere online? 😂 ↳ albaps9 yup. and we can even have cells from our tio in us bc he was in abuela's womb before mama ↳ yourusername eeeeewwww ew ew ew stop. i'm good not knowing.

bff3 He absolutely loved the sleepover! But did you and Alba teach him to flip people off? ↳ bff1 gasp.... ↳ bff2 Omg you did what, yn? ↳ yourusername wait what??? ↳ yourusername no no no definitely not!! ↳ bff3 He keeps raising his middle finger to everyone and then laughs 😥😅 ↳ albaps9 it's not a middle finger, it's a unicorn fist 🖕 ↳ yourusername alba i'm going to kill you

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albaps9 YN OMG YOU CUTIE

alexiaputellas Hey you got her to puzzle with you, she must really love you ↳ alexiaputellas Kidding, I love how happy you make her ↳ marisabel_rguez ☺️

username8 She's so adorable omg

janafernandez3 sweeeeeet like candy 🍭

username3 she's radiating 🥺

yourusername but i knoooooow, i knoooooow for suuuuure. ↳ marisabel_rguez Everybody wanna steal my giiiiirl, everybody wanna take her heart away ↳ yourusername couple billion in the whole wide wooooorld ↳ marisabel_rguez Find another one 😤 ↳ yourusername cause sheeeee belongs to meeee 😇

ingrid.engen That first one!!!! Sooo cute, yn!!

sofie.svava prettiest girl ever

username6 aw she looks so happy ↳ yourusername bc i was looking at mah wife 😊 12 likes

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bff3 Happy Valentine's Day, beauties!

username9 Happy valentine's!

marisabel_rguez Thank you for being my valentine 😉😘 ↳ marisabel_rguez And thank you for all the sweet gestures, I love you.

alexiaputellas ❤️

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Bff2 love that for you 👉👌 ↳ bff1 ahahahaha those emojis ↳ bff2 what? ↳ bff2 wait no!!! it's like the meme!!! holding onto the finger! omfg

jennihermoso Look at that rock still shining 💍

username8 ma'am... your aesthetic and feed- 💅🏽

marisabel_rguez What a woman 😍

username1 HOT TO GO 🕺

bff1 listen, misa? uh, misa? i've got something to confisa ↳ albaps9 you deserve each other, you and BOQQQQ ↳ yourusername 🤦‍♀️🤭

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you: happy 5 years together, my love. i'm easily the happiest i've ever been. i never in my wildest dreams would've imagined this. thank you for all your healing love, your support, your care and for choosing me.

wifey 💞: Happy five years, beautiful. I'll always choose you, every second of every day. You're my entire world, now and always. I love you

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a/n: happy valentine's day, my loves!

[woso-scotland]

hi, I hope you're doing well! would you be willing to write another obi smutty fic. reader gets retroactive jealousy and lena reminds y/n that she belongs to her!

Hiiiiiiii - so I've kinda of changed it a little - there's still jealousy dw but i think this is really hot ngl ahahaha. Anyways. I hope you enjoy

Jealousy

Lena Oberdorf x Reader

Description: R gets a little jealous on a night out

Word Count: 6.7k

TW: Smut, 18+, fingering (R receiving), semi-public sex

You adored team nights out. The laughter, the music, the energy that would pulse through you was something you had yet to experience anywhere else. When you moved to Munich last season, the nights out were a chance to fully breathe and let go of the stresses of the season.

But now, with Lena here, the nights had transformed into something even more special. Having your girlfriend wrapped in your arms turned these outings from merely fun to absolutely magical. Sharing drinks, having each other close, stealing kisses ... it made your heart happy.

But there was one thing that was souring this particular night. The perky blonde with big tits who couldn't seem to keep her eyes off Lena. You'd noticed her right away – she was attractive, you could admit that much. You weren't blind. Tall and curvy, with a smile that was perfectly crafted to draw people in. Perfectly highlighted bleach blonde hair and tanned skin that clearly came from a bottle. But there was an arrogance in the way she moved, in the way she so casually tried to insert herself into your space, as if she could simply will Lena’s attention away from you. It was an arrogance that told you everything you needed to know - she was used to getting her own way.

Every few minutes, you'd catch her glancing over, her eyes lingering on Lena in a way that made your blood simmer. Not that Lena seemed to notice. Your girlfriend was exactly where you wanted her, exactly where she wanted to be, pressed up against you. Her front was moulded perfectly to your back, her hands resting on your hips as you both swayed to the music. The warmth of her body against yours, the rhythm of her movements syncing with your own – it was intoxicating. It was grounding. Lena leaned forward, her breath hot against your ear as she whispered something that was lost in the thumping bass, but the tone of her voice, low and intimate, sent a shiver down your spine. You pressed yourself back, letting your eyes slip shut as Lena pressed a couple of teasing kisses behind your ear.

“Hallo.” The unexpected voice made you jump. Your eyes snapped open to see the blonde standing way too close for comfort.

“Um, hi?” you stammered, caught off guard by her sudden appearance. She didn’t even glance in your direction; her eyes were locked solely on Lena, as if you were nothing more than a shadow in the background.

“Hallo, ich bin Anna.” Her voice was smooth, confident, and annoyingly flirtatious. She smiled at Lena, a slow, deliberate smile that felt like a challenge. You watched in irritation as Anna's gaze swept over Lena, her eyes shamelessly taking in every curve of your girlfriend's body. Was she blind or just incredibly arrogant? Of course, you knew how gorgeous Lena was – her dark hair that framed her face perfectly, her tanned skin that seemed to glow under the club lights, and that toned, athletic body that you had admired countless times. But it wasn't for Anna to appreciate. That privilege belonged to you.

You shifted around, letting your arms slide around Lena's waist in what you hoped came off as a casual hug, though the possessiveness in the gesture was unmistakable. Lena responded immediately. Her arm draped protectively over your shoulders, pulling you closer, and she pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. You settled against her collarbone, feeling a surge of satisfaction as you marked your territory. It was a silent but clear message: Lena was with you.

But Anna was either too cocky or too oblivious to take the hint. "Do you want a drink?" she asked, her voice sickeningly sweet, her eyes never leaving Lena’s face. It was like you weren't even there. Your annoyance flared, a hot, simmering anger that made you purse your lips in a tight line.

“She’s got one,” you interjected, nodding toward the cocktail in Lena’s hand – the same cocktail you had been stealing sips from all night. Your words, however, seemed to evaporate into thin air. Anna acted like you hadn’t spoken at all ... like you were nothing but background noise in her attempt to flirt with your girlfriend.

Lena shifted slightly, her body tensing against yours. You felt her hold you a little tighter. “Um, no, I’m okay,” Lena finally spoke up, her voice slightly strained, clearly trying to maintain politeness whilst wishing Anna would just go away. She gave Anna a tight, uncomfortable smile, her eyes briefly flicking down to you.

Anna’s smile faltered for a split second, but she quickly recovered, clearly unwilling to back down so easily.

"Are you sure?" Anna pressed on, her voice taking on a slightly pleading tone. She didn't seem to understand the concept of boundaries, or maybe she just didn't care. Her eyes flickered to Lena's nearly empty glass, a sly smile creeping onto her face as if she'd found a weak spot.

“Yeah, I'm sure” Lena replied curtly. She shifted closer to you, her body seeking the comfort and support only you could provide. You could feel the tension in her posture, the way her muscles tightened. You tightened your grip on her waist, pressing a kiss to her exposed collarbone.

Anna, however, seemed undeterred. "It looks like you're almost out," she persisted, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger in a practiced, flirtatious gesture. "Let me buy you another." Her voice dripped with forced sweetness, and the way she looked at Lena made your stomach churn. Was she really this dense, or was she just enjoying the chase? You watched in horror as she winked at Lena.

Lena hesitated, glancing at you briefly before giving Anna a tight, forced smile. "Umm, n-no thank you," she stammered, clearly trying to remain polite even though the situation had long since crossed into uncomfortable territory. Her grip on you tightened, her nails digging into your side in a silent plea for this to end.

"C'mon," Anna whined, her persistence taking on a pathetic edge. She leaned in slightly, trying to capture Lena's attention once more, her voice dipping into a whine that grated on your nerves. She reached out, clearly angling to take the glass from Lena's hand and maybe let them linger a little longer.

That was the last straw. You felt a rush of anger surge through you, hot and undeniable. Without a second thought, you pushed yourself away from Lena, closing the distance between you and Anna until you were standing chest to chest with her. Your eyes locked onto hers, your gaze cold.

"Look, babes," you said, your voice low and dangerously calm. It was the kind of calm that preceded a storm. "She said no. So back off." You could see the surprise flicker in Anna's eyes, a momentary crack in her confident facade.

"And who are you?" she shot back, her voice laced with disdain as she squared her shoulders, trying to hold her ground. It was almost laughable, this game she was trying to play.

"Her girlfriend," you declared, letting the words hang in the air between you. "So fuck off." You punctuated your words with a sarcastic wave of your hand, dismissing her like the nuisance she was. You didn't raise your voice; you didn't need to. Your tone was sharp enough to cut through the heavy beat of the music around you.

Anna's mouth opened as if to retort, but nothing came out. She stood there, blinking, clearly taken aback by your directness. For a moment, it seemed like she might try to push back again, but then something shifted in her expression. Whether it was embarrassment or just the realisation that she wasn't going to win this one, you couldn't tell. She gave a small, annoyed huff, then turned on her heel and stalked off, her confidence visibly deflated.

You exhaled slowly, feeling the tension in your body begin to unwind. Turning back to Lena, you caught the look of relief in her eyes. Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around her again, pulling her close. She buried her face against your neck, her breath warm against your skin as she whispered, "Danke."

You kissed her temple, feeling the adrenaline finally start to ebb away. "Always," you murmured into her hair. You tightened your embrace, holding her close as the music pounded around you, the lights painting kaleidoscopic patterns on the floor.

Lena breathed out a soft laugh against your neck, her body relaxing into yours. The tension that had stiffened her muscles melted away, leaving her pliant and safe in your embrace. You could feel her heartbeat slowing to match the rhythm of yours. You pulled back slightly, just enough to look at her face, her eyes closed, her lips curved into a small, grateful smile.

“Now I really want another drink,” you said, breaking the silence with a lightheartedness that you knew would make her smile. You felt the corners of your mouth twitch upwards as you watched her reaction. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting yours with that familiar spark that made your heart skip a beat.

"Sex on the Beach?" she asked, her smile growing as she playfully suggested your go-to cocktail. There was a teasing glint in her eyes, her expression instantly lighter now that the unwanted attention had been chased away. She knew exactly how to ease the tension, to bring you both back to the playful, sexy mood you'd been in before the interruption. It was one of the many things you loved about her – the way she could turn any situation around with just a few words and that dazzling smile.

You pretended to ponder for a moment, pursing your lips as if deep in thought. "Hmm," you mused, letting the pause linger just long enough for her to start wondering. You leaned in closer, lowering your voice so that only she could hear. “I was thinking more, sex in a nightclub,” you whispered, your words laced with a suggestiveness that made her eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

She blinked, her eyebrows furrowing as she processed what you had just said. Her lips parted, and for a split second, you could see the confusion in her eyes. Did she mishear you? Was she overthinking? You relished that brief moment of bewilderment before leaning in, closing the distance between you. You tilted your head, your lips finding hers with a sense of urgency and desire that left no room for doubt.

The kiss was electric, igniting a fire that made your skin tingle. It was a different kind of adrenaline this time, one of pure, unfiltered passion. Her body melted against yours as you kissed her, the world around you blurring into insignificance.

Lena responded immediately, her initial surprise dissolving into eagerness. Her hands moved up to cup your face, fingers threading through your hair as she pulled you even closer. You could feel her smile against your lips, a silent acknowledgement that she was very much on board with where this was going. You deepened the kiss, your hands sliding across back, pressing her body flush against yours as heat pooled in your stomach.

When you finally pulled back, breathless and grinning, her eyes were darker, filled with a mixture of amusement and desire. She looked up at you, her cheeks flushed, her lips slightly swollen. "Well," she breathed out, a laugh bubbling up in her throat. "I guess I could be persuaded."

You chuckled, feeling a rush of satisfaction at the way she was looking at you, like you were the only person in the room. In that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just you and Lena, the two of you wrapped up in a moment that felt both thrilling and absolutely right.

"Then what are we waiting for?" you murmured, your voice husky as you traced the waistline of her trousers. Her breath hitched slightly, her eyes never leaving yours. With a mischievous smile, she took your hand, lacing her fingers with yours, and led you toward the back of the club where the shadows beckoned.

The bathroom was surprisingly decent, definitely better than some of the dingy, cramped ones you'd encountered in other clubs. Here, the lighting was dim but the floors were relatively clean, and the air, while not exactly fresh, lacked that overpowering stench of sweat and spilt alcohol that often clung to nightclub toilets. Most importantly, the stalls were designed for privacy. They were floor-to-ceiling doors, more like small, private rooms than the usual flimsy partitions that left too much to the imagination. The doors even had locks that looked like they might actually work.

Lena's hand was warm and insistent in yours as she led you toward one of the stalls, her eyes flicking around the room with a mix of urgency and caution. She paused just outside one of the stalls, hesitating for a split second, her gaze sweeping over the bathroom one last time to make sure you were somewhat alone. The music from the club was muffled, just a distant thumping bass that vibrated through the walls.

Satisfied that no one else was in the bathroom, Lena pushed open the stall door and pulled you inside with a quick, fluid motion. The door clicked shut behind you, the lock sliding into place with a solidness that made you feel unexpectedly secure. It was a small space, barely enough room for the two of you to stand comfortably, but that only added to the thrill of it all. The walls were painted a dark colour, and the dim light filtering from the ceiling created an oddly intimate vibe.

Lena turned to face you, her eyes dark and intense in the half-light. There was a glimmer in her gaze, a mixture of desire and mischief that sent a shiver down your spine. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breath coming out in short, eager bursts. You could see the slight flush on her cheeks, the way her pupils were dilated, and it sent a rush of heat straight through you. For a moment, neither of you moved, the tension crackling in the air between you like a live wire.

Lena's eyes searched yours, looking for something – reassurance, consent, the same wild hunger she knew was mirrored in her own. You felt her hand tighten around yours, a silent question that needed no words. In response, you pressed your body against hers, backing her up against the wall of the stall. Her breath hitched as her back made contact with the cool surface, and a soft, almost inaudible gasp escaped her lips. You took a moment to relish the feeling of her body against yours, the way her curves fit perfectly with the angles of your own.

You brought your free hand up to cup her cheek, your thumb brushing lightly across her skin. Lena leaned into your touch, her eyes fluttering closed for just a second, a soft sigh escaping her as the tension between you coiled tighter. When she opened her eyes again, there was no hesitation, only an intense focus on you, like you were the only thing that existed in her world at that moment.

She surged forward, closing the distance between you, her lips crashing into yours with a force that took your breath away. It was a kiss that was hungry and raw, filled with urgency. Her hands found their way to your hips, pulling you closer.

Your mind spun with the sensation of her – her taste, her scent, the warmth of her body against yours. It was intoxicating, all-consuming. You moaned as she dominated the kiss, slowly walking you backwards and spinning you around.

She pressed you back against the stall wall with a deliberate force that sent a jolt of excitement through your entire body. The cool, solid surface contrasted sharply with the heat radiating from her, every sensation magnified as her hips pinned you in place. Her thumbs dug into your sides, rubbing maddening circles on your waist. The touch was firm yet teasing, sending shivers of electricity through you, making it almost impossible to think clearly. Even through the thin fabric of your skirt, you could feel the warmth of her hands burning into your skin.

You broke the kiss, gasping for air, your chest heaving as you tried to regain control of your breathing. For a split second, the only sounds were the frantic thudding of your heart and the distant bass of the music outside. But Lena didn’t waste a moment. As soon as your lips parted, she moved lower, trailing her mouth along your jaw with a series of hot, open-mouthed kisses that made your head tilt back against the wall. You were completely at her mercy, the desire coursing through you leaving you pliant and trembling beneath her touch.

Her lips found your neck, and a strangled gasp escaped your mouth as she began to suck on the sensitive skin just below your ear. It was a perfect mixture of pleasure and pain, her teeth grazing your flesh before her tongue soothed the slight sting. Each gentle bite was followed by the soft pressure of her lips, her movements precise and intentional. Lena knew exactly how to unravel you piece by piece. She worked slowly, her mouth mapping out a trail of sensations that left your skin tingling and hot. When she finally began to suck in earnest, you could feel the blood rushing to the surface, a bruise forming as she worked.

Your hands flew to her hair instinctively, fingers threading through the soft strands as you gripped tightly, pulling her closer. You needed to feel her, to keep her pressed against you, to let her know that you were completely hers. Your nails scraped lightly against her scalp, and you felt her shudder against you, a low, satisfied hum vibrating from her lips and into your skin. She took the encouragement with a hunger that left you breathless, her teeth nipping at the tender spot where your neck met your shoulder.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you let yourself drown in the sensation of her mouth on you, each kiss, each bite sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your veins. Her hands had moved lower, fingers now tracing the hem of your dress, skimming the bare skin of your thighs. The contrast between her rough, possessive kisses and the light, teasing touch of her hands was driving you wild, a constant push and pull that left you teetering on the edge of control.

She shifted her hips slightly, pressing even closer to you, and you could feel the hard lines of her body against yours, the way she moved with a fluidity that had you melting into her. The stall around you seemed to shrink, the air growing thick with the scent of her perfume and desire. You arched against her, seeking more contact, more of the delicious friction that made your head spin. You could hear her breath hitch against your neck, the slight falter in her movements as she responded to your need with a fervour that matched your own.

Lena finally pulled back, her eyes dark and glazed with lust as she looked at you. Her breathing was ragged, her lips swollen from the kisses, and she looked at you like she was on the brink of losing herself completely. You held her gaze, your own chest rising and falling rapidly as you tried to steady yourself, but the fire in her eyes only made you want her more.

“You gonna be my good girl?” Lena whispered in your ear, her voice low and sultry, dripping with a promise that sent a wave of heat rushing through you. Her lips brushed the shell of your ear as she spoke, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. Her breath was hot against your skin, making your legs weak. You could only nod in response, your throat too tight with desire to form coherent words. The anticipation curled inside you, coiling like a spring ready to snap, leaving you acutely aware of every inch of her pressed against you.

Lena's lips moved down to your neck again, grazing the sensitive skin there before she continued, her voice now a husky murmur. “You gonna let me have my way with you?” The question was almost a growl, laced with a dangerous edge that made your heart race. You couldn't help the needy sound that escaped your throat, a half-gasp, half-moan that only seemed to spur her on. She shifted her hips against yours, and you could feel the heat radiating off her, the way her body moved with a predatory grace that made you feel utterly and deliciously at her mercy.

Her hands trailed up your sides, her fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake as they moved beneath the hem of your dress. She pushed the fabric higher, exposing more of your skin to the cool air, and you gasped as her fingertips skimmed along the edge of your underwear, teasing but not yet giving you what you so desperately craved. "You gonna let me fuck you?" she whispered, her voice growing darker, more possessive. Your back arched instinctively, pressing yourself closer to her, trying to chase the sensation, to force her hand.

You moaned at her words, your mind reeling. Lena's lips curved into a wicked smile against your skin, her teeth grazing your collarbone as she took your reaction as the permission she needed to push you further. "Right here?" she continued, her voice a seductive purr. "In this nightclub bathroom?" Her teeth nipped at the delicate skin of your shoulder, and you felt your knees threaten to give way.

Her hand slipped beneath the waistband of your underwear, and you bit down on your lip to stifle the cry that rose in your throat. The bathroom stall suddenly felt even smaller, the walls pressing in around you, intensifying the heat and the scent of your arousal hung in the air. "Where anyone could walk in?" she went on, her voice dropping to a near-growl as her fingers dipped lower, hovering right where you needed her most.

"Where our team could hear us?" she pressed, her voice filled with a dark glee that sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing over you. Her fingers teased at your entrance, slick with your desire, and you choked on a moan, your hands flying to her shoulders, clutching at her for support as your body shuddered. You could barely think, your mind fogged with the intoxicating mix of excitement and raw lust. You were on the edge, teetering in that space between pleasure and the thrill of getting caught. The thought of someone hearing you, knowing exactly what was happening, made you burn hotter.

"Where Anna could hear us?" Lena's voice was a whisper now, her lips brushing against the tender skin just below your ear as she spoke. The mention of Anna sent a surge of possessiveness through you, mingling with the desire already flooding your system. The idea of the blonde hearing you, knowing that Lena was yours and only yours, made something primal flare up inside you. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your body trembling against hers as you nodded frantically, unable to find your voice to answer.

Lena didn't need to hear your words; she could feel your answer in the way your body responded to her. In the way you clung to her, the way your hips moved involuntarily, seeking the friction that would drive you over the edge. She chuckled softly, a low, dangerous sound that sent another wave of heat crashing through you. Her fingers finally slid inside you, and you cried out, your head falling back against the stall wall with a thud. Your body arched against her, your nails digging into her shoulders as you lost yourself in the sensation of her touch.

"That's it," Lena murmured, her voice a dark caress against your skin. "Be my good girl. Let them hear you." Her pace quickened, her thumb circling where you needed it most, and you felt your control slipping, the world around you blurring into a haze of pleasure. The risk, the thrill of being caught, only heightened everything. You were hers ... you would give her everything she asked for.

You let your eyes flutter closed, surrendering to the waves of pleasure crashing through you. Your mouth hung open in a silent gasp, your breath hitching with every skilful movement of Lena’s fingers. She knew your body so well, every spot that made you quiver, every place that made you lose control. Each stroke sent jolts of ecstasy surging through your veins, building an almost unbearable tension within you. "Lift your leg, baby. Open up for me." She nudged one of your legs with her knee, knocking it out to the side. You did as she asked, propping your foot up on the edge of the toilet as you moaned loudly.

The new position granted her deeper access, and you felt a fresh surge of heat as she pushed inside you with a relentless rhythm. You could feel yourself clenching around her fingers, your body reacting to every movement, every twist of her wrist. Your breath came out in ragged pants, mixing with the soft, wet sounds of her fingers working you over. You could hear yourself moaning, loud and uninhibited, the sound echoing off the stall walls. But you were far beyond embarrassment now; the pleasure was are too good for you to concentrate on anything else.

Lena's free hand moved to your mouth, her fingers pressing against your lips, demanding entrance. You parted your lips without hesitation, your mouth opening for her. She pushed her fingers inside, rough and insistent, pressing down on your tongue. You sucked on them instinctively, tasting the spilt drink from earlier, feeling the pressure of her fingers against the roof of your mouth. Her eyes bore into yours, watching every reaction, every shudder that coursed through your body. You barely keep your eyes open, everything feeling far too much yet not enough all at the same time.

Her thumb found your clit, brushing it with a firm, circular motion that had you screaming around her fingers. Your back arched, your body straining against the pleasure that was quickly becoming too much to bear. You could feel yourself teetering on the edge, the world around you narrowing down to the points of contact where her skin met yours. She leaned in close, her breath hot against your ear as she whispered, "That's it, baby. Tell them who makes you feel this good." Her voice was low and commanding, each word sinking into your mind and taking root.

You moaned her name, the sound muffled and garbled around the fingers in your mouth. It didn’t matter that it came out unintelligible, slurred and desperate – anyone who heard you would know exactly who was making you come undone. "Lena," you whimpered again, the word falling from your lips like a prayer, an invocation of the woman who was pushing you past the limits of control. The combination of her fingers inside you, the thumb on your clit, and the ones pressing down on your tongue was overwhelming, your head spinning as bolts of electricity soared through your body.

Her thumb moved faster, circling in time with the thrusts of her fingers, and you felt the tension in your core tighten almost unbearably. Your eyes rolled back, your body beginning to tremble as you edged closer and closer to release. Lena's fingers pressed deeper into your mouth, her palm cupping your chin, holding you in place as you writhed against her. You could feel her watching you, her eyes dark with lust, her expression one of pure dominance. She wanted you to fall apart, to let go completely, and you knew you were about to give her exactly what she wanted.

You screamed around Lena’s fingers, your entire body seizing up as the orgasm ripped through you with a force that left you gasping for air. Your muscles tightened, your hips bucking against her hand as the pleasure surged through every nerve ending, leaving you shaking and crying out her name. The world around you blurred, dissolving into nothing but the sensation of Lena's touch and the sounds of your own pleasure filling the small stall.

She didn’t stop, riding you through it, drawing every last bit of sensation from your body until you were a trembling, boneless mess against the wall. You could barely think, barely breathe, as the aftershocks rippled through you. She slowly withdrew her fingers from your mouth, your lips releasing them with a soft, wet pop. She cupped your cheek, her thumb brushing gently across your bottom lip as she watched you come down, her eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and possessive pride.

"That's my good girl," she murmured, her voice tender now, a stark contrast to the raw dominance she’d wielded moments before. You melted into her touch, your body still quivering as you leaned into her, craving the comfort and safety of her embrace after the intensity of what had just transpired.

She withdrew her fingers slowly, deliberately, her eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch. There was something undeniably sexy about the way she maintained that eye contact, a silent communication that spoke of ownership and desire. She brought her glistening fingers to her lips, her gaze never wavering as she slipped them into her mouth, her tongue swirling around them sensuously. "Mmmm," she hummed with obvious satisfaction, her eyes darkening as she tasted you. "Taste so good, baby." Her voice was a husky murmur, the sound of it sending another shiver down your spine.

Her hands moved to your waist, her fingers drawing soothing, lazy patterns across your skin. You felt the warmth of her palms seeping through the thin fabric of your dress. Your legs were still trembling, your body spent from the sheer force of your orgasm, but her touch, as always, had the power to both calm and ignite you at the same time.

You looked up at her, your eyes wide and hazy with lingering desire. She leaned down, closing the small distance between you, her lips finding yours in a kiss that was gentle yet insistent. Her lips were soft against yours, moving with a tenderness that made your heart swell. You melted into her kiss, your arms wrapping around her neck to pull her closer, craving something only she could give you.

She pulled back slightly, her forehead resting against yours as she spoke, her breath warm on your lips. "What do you think about ditching the night out and just heading home?"

You raised an eyebrow at her, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth. "And what would we do at home?" you teased, your voice light despite the way your heart pounded.

Lena pretended to consider her options, her lips pursed. "Hmmm," she mused, drawing the sound out as she traced her fingers idly along your waist. "Well," she began slowly, her eyes glinting with mischief, "we could go home, have a nice, warm shower, get into bed, and have a relatively early night." She paused, letting the words hang in the air.

"Or..." She let the word trail off, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear. "We could go home, and I could absolutely rail you with the strap." Her voice was husky, each word dripping with promise. "I could make you feel so good," she continued, her hand sliding down to squeeze your ass, pulling you flush against her. "I could stretch you out," she whispered, her breath hot against your skin, "make you forget all about Anna." You felt a fresh wave of arousal pooling low in your belly. "Make you forget your own name." You swallowed. "I could fuck you so good that you can't walk tomorrow, that the only thing you know is who is making you feel so, so god."

You stood there, utterly stunned by her confidence, your mind reeling at the vivid images her words conjured. You blinked at her, your mouth opening and closing like a goldfish as you struggled to form a coherent response. The idea of her taking you home, of the things she was promising to do to you, left you dizzy with desire. You could feel your cheeks flush, heat spreading through your body as you absorbed the full impact of what she was offering.

"T-two," you stammered, your voice barely a whisper. You swallowed hard, your mouth dry as you tried again. "Two. I pick option two."

Lena chuckled softly, the sound rich and sultry as it reverberated through the small stall. She pulled back slightly, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she took in your flustered state. "Gute Wahl," she purred, her lips quirking into a wicked smile. She placed a lingering kiss on your lips, her teeth nipping at your bottom lip before she pulled away. "Let's get out of here, then," she said, her voice carrying a note of authority that made you shiver in excitement.

She opened the stall door, peeking out to make sure the coast was clear before taking your hand and leading you out. She guided you through the crowd, her grip on your hand firm and possessive. You felt a rush of adrenaline as you moved toward the exit, barely waving at the girls as you walked past.

Your heart raced with a mixture of nerves and excitement as you followed her outside, the cool night air hitting your flushed skin as you stepped onto the street. Lena flagged down a cab with a quick wave, opening the door and ushering you inside. She slid in beside you, her hand immediately finding its place on your thigh, squeezing lightly. She leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, "You have no idea what you're in for tonight."

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𝑴𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍/𝑨.𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊

A little fluff to combat the angst I’ve been posting. And for the couple of anons who’ve asked if I’m still gonna write for Mapi, I don’t know yet. I’m gonna give it a while before I reevaluate and make a decision. Enjoy <3

Aitana had always been full of energy. You’d learned that early on in your relationship, watching her buzz around the house, around the pitch, around anywhere she set foot. She was fast, light on her feet, and somehow always managed to make even the smallest of movements look graceful.

Except for today.

Today, her excitement got the better of her.

You were hiking together, something you did whenever your schedules allowed it. Aitana liked to push herself, taking on the steepest inclines like they were nothing, grinning at you over her shoulder as she reached the top before you. You’d follow at your own pace, shaking your head at her endless energy. But today, as she turned back to look at you with that mischievous glint in her eyes, she lost her footing.

One second, she was standing tall. The next, she was tumbling down onto the rocky path, a sharp yelp escaping her lips.

Your heart lurched. “Baby!”

She hit the ground hard, her leg dragging against an exposed rock, and you winced at the sound of her skin scraping against it.

You rushed to her side, dropping to your knees. “Aitana, are you okay?”

She was staring down at her leg, her hands hovering over the wound but not quite touching. Her eyes were wide, shiny, and her lower lip trembled slightly. You followed her gaze, and your stomach twisted at the sight. The whole side of her calf was scraped raw, the first layer of skin completely gone, already spotting with blood.

“Shit,” you muttered.

Aitana swallowed hard. “Cariño…” Her voice was small, laced with pain.

“I know, baby, I know.” You reached out, gently cupping her calf with careful hands. “Let me see.”

She flinched as your fingers ghosted over the wound, and you immediately looked up at her. “I’m sorry. I’ll be as gentle as I can, I promise.”

She nodded, sucking in a breath through her teeth as you grabbed your water bottle from your backpack, pouring a little over the wound to clean it. She jerked at the sensation, her fingers digging into the dirt.

“I know, I know,” you murmured, pulling a tissue from your pocket and dabbing at the blood. “You’re okay, baby. Just breathe for me.”

She did as you asked, though it was shaky.

You frowned. “I can’t believe I left the first aid kit in the car.”

She sniffed. “Eres veterinaria…”

You huffed a laugh. “Yeah, I know. And yet I still make stupid mistakes.”

She let out a weak chuckle, but it quickly turned into another wince as you pressed the tissue a little too firmly against her leg. You grimaced. “Sorry.”

Aitana blinked rapidly, clearly trying to keep herself from crying.

Your heart clenched. You leaned forward, cupping her cheeks between your hands. “Hey, look at me.”

She did, and you pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “You’re okay. It looks worse than it is. I’ll get you back to the car and clean it properly, alright?”

She nodded, sniffling.

You stood, moving around her before sliding your hands beneath her armpits, hauling her to her feet. She immediately favoured her uninjured leg, wincing as she tried to put any weight on the other.

You sighed. “Yeah, that’s not gonna work.”

You stepped in front of her, bending slightly. “Come here, baby.”

She knew what you were asking before you even finished speaking, her arms lifting to wrap around your neck. You straightened, your hands gripping her waist as you lifted her effortlessly off the ground. Her legs wrapped securely around your waist, and you adjusted her, bouncing her slightly to get a better grip before placing an arm beneath her for support whilst the other settled across her back.

She sighed, burying her face in your neck. “Me gustas así.”

You smiled, pressing a kiss to her neck. “I like holding you like this too, baby.”

The walk back to the car was long. She may have been small, and you may have been strong, but carrying any amount of weight for twenty minutes wasn’t exactly easy. You stopped a couple of times, bouncing her higher up when you felt her slipping.

Each time, she mumbled, “Lo siento.”

Each time, you responded, “Don’t apologise, baby.”

By the time you finally reached the car, your arms ached, but you didn’t complain. Instead, you patted her behind softly to let her know you’d arrived. She loosened her hold, allowing you to set her gently onto the passenger seat, her legs hanging out.

She watched as you grabbed the first aid kit from the glove compartment, her fingers playing with the hem of her shirt.

You crouched in front of her, opening the kit. “Okay, baby. Let’s get you fixed up.”

She nodded but didn’t say anything. You carefully cleaned the wound, this time with antiseptic wipes instead of water and tissue. She flinched at the sting, her fingers gripping the edge of the seat.

“I know, baby,” you murmured. “Almost done.”

She exhaled shakily, closing her eyes.

You worked quickly, applying an antibacterial cream before covering the wound with some gauze and a large bandage. “There. Good as new.”

She peeked one eye open. “No new.”

You laughed. “Okay, not new. But better.”

She hummed, still watching you as you packed up the kit. When you looked up, her expression had softened.

“Eres muy buena,” she said quietly.

You tilted your head. “At what?”

She reached out, tracing a finger over the tattoos on your forearm. “En todo.”

Your heart swelled, and you leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “I love you, baby.”

She smiled, her fingers sliding up to cup your jaw. “Yo te amo.” She whispered, tugging you closer until your foreheads touch. “Gracias, mi amor.”

You brush your nose against hers. “Always, baby. Always.”

**

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[woso-scotland]

Hasta Los Dientes || Alexia Putellas [Part Three]

Pairing: Alexia Putellas x Lionesses!Reader

Summary: One of Arsenal's top players receives an offer to play for Barcelona after recovering from a cruciate ligament injury in her leg. Following a recent fallout with the Gunners' captain, the athlete decides that the best course of action is to accept the offer and escape the tension in the locker room.

Note: English is not my first language!

Warning: None!

Previous Chapter | Women's Football Masterlist

IT WAS A CLOUDY MORNING when Y/n Lancaster landed at Barcelona airport, her eyes still heavy from the lack of a good night's sleep. The midfielder was accompanied by her younger sister and her manager. It would be the first time in months that Y/n would appear in public after being away from the media following her injury.

On the other hand, it would be quite a surprise for Barcelona fans to discover that the best defensive midfielder from the English league had been signed for the next three seasons. Y/n tightened her grip on the strap of her backpack. Until the contract was signed, Y/n was still considered the vice-captain of Arsenal.

With determined steps and a professional demeanor, Y/n joined her manager in the meeting room of the Catalan team. She couldn't lie and say she wasn't anxious, because Y/n had to admit that her heart was about to jump out of her throat and give her a nervous breakdown. The midfielder had already read and reread that contract at least a dozen times the night before, and her tired expression seemed to be living proof of that.

This was supposed to be an ordinary Friday afternoon, but now Y/n was in Spain signing a contract with one of the biggest teams in the world, feeling relieved to have left a place that was once considered her home but had turned into a living hell.

"You know I can feel your nervousness from miles away," Aliyah whispered, observing Y/n's nervous smile. "It's not like the girls on the team are going to hate you. Remember, you're kind of an inspiration to these people."

Y/n sighed, knowing her sister was right about that. She shouldn't make a mountain out of a molehill before having her first interaction with her new teammates.

"But that doesn't change the fact that they might not like me, A," Y/n replied, hearing the girl's soft laugh.

"You always come up with impossible scenarios. You're literally one of the greatest players in English history. They might not like you that much, but they're not going to mistreat you either," Aliyah stated, gently squeezing her sister's hand.

With determined steps, Y/n paced back and forth in her new apartment. The place looked like a post-apocalyptic zone. Countless boxes were scattered around the living room as Y/n finished putting away some clothes in the closet.

Y/n had her hair tied up in a messy ponytail. She was in the middle of the chaos, trying to organize it somehow. She stopped for a moment, looking around and taking a deep breath. The move from London to Barcelona had been quick, almost surreal, and now she was there, in a new country.

As she tried to decide where to place a bookshelf, the apartment door opened, and Aliyah, her younger sister, walked in carrying a shopping bag. Aliyah, only nineteen, had offered to help her with the move and, in a way, was also taking the opportunity to explore the city.

"Y/n, I brought some things for dinner. I assume you're not in the mood to cook today?" Aliyah said, placing the bag in the kitchen.

Y/n smiled, relieved to have her sister close for the next few months.

"You're an angel, A," she thanked, smiling.Aliyah laughed.

"Relax, I'll give you a hand here. But first, Rachel called. She said she needs to confirm some details for your presentation at the club tomorrow."

Rachel was Y/n's manager, an experienced and determined woman who always took care of every detail of the player's career. Y/n sighed, remembering that, besides organizing the apartment, she had a series of commitments to fulfill.

"Alright, I'll call her in a bit. What else did she say?"

"That you need to be prepared for the interviews. There's going to be a press conference, and everyone will want to know how you're adjusting, what you expect from the team, that kind of stuff. Oh, she also mentioned that the coach wants to meet you before the first training session."

Y/n nodded, trying to process all the information. She knew the pressure would be intense. Playing for Barcelona wasn't just an opportunity; it was a challenge. The expectations were high, and she needed to prove she was up to the task.

"Alright, let's take care of everything step by step," Y/n said, trying to calm herself. "First, let's get the house in order. Then I'll handle the rest."

Aliyah agreed, and the two began working together, unpacking boxes and organizing the apartment. Meanwhile, Y/n thought about what awaited her the next day. The presentation at the club, the first contact with the players, the training sessions... and trying to bring her fitness coach along.

"You were really born to play for Barcelona," Aliyah said, placing books on the shelf.

Y/n smiled, feeling a bit more confident. She knew the journey wouldn't be easy, but she was determined to make it worth it. After all, Barcelona was a city full of opportunities, and she was ready to embrace them.

[woso-scotland]

PLAYING FOR KEEPS | leah williamson

💌 happy valentine’s day my loves x

masterlist

leah had always been proud to wear the captain armband from the moment she'd been handed it. it was everything she'd ever dreamed of as a little girl kicking a ball around with her brother in her back garden.

leading england, inspiring a nation and being part of something bigger than herself was everything she dreamed of. but as of lately the weight of that armband felt heavier than ever.

the loss to germany at wembley was still fresh, the sting of it sharp in her chest as she slumped in the changing room. around her the team moved in a haze - some quietly packing up while others tried to life the mood with half hearted jokes.

leah felt their disappointment as if it were solely her own and she knew it was her responsibility to rally them, even now. that was the job of the captain: to carry the burden, life everyone else, out the team above everything.

but everything included people like you, her girlfriend and leah wasn't sure when she stopped realising that.

leah glanced to her phone which was sat face down on the bench beside her. she hadn't checked it since halftime, knowing there'd be a text from you.

you not being able to make the match at wembley due to other work commitments but leah knew and understood and knew if you could've been you would've been the loudest one there cheering her on.

you made as many matches as you could, encouraging, supportive and loving. you were her anchor, always there to steady the blonde when the world sometimes became too much.

but anchors can only hold so much weight before they snapped.

leah sighed, running a hand through her wet hair as she grabbed her bag and muttered a quick goodbye to her teammates who barely noticed as she slipped out of the room.

mary was stood leaning against the white walls of wembley outside scrolling through her phone more than likely waiting for some of the other girls. glancing up when leah passed an eyebrow raised, "heading out already?"

"yeah" leah muttered, "need some air."

mary nodded as her expression softened but she said nothing. letting leah wander off down the hallway, wash bag slung under her arm.

as leah walked through the winding halls of wembley, her mind racing. she didn't want to go home, not yet. there'd be a post-match debrief tomorrow, tactics to dissect, strategies to reevaluate.

it was all consuming, but it had to be. the team relied on her.

except someone else relied on her too and the blonde had been neglecting that part of her life for a couple of weeks now.

you sat curled up on the sofa, having caught the last thirty minutes of the match but you were not able to sit with a hot mug of tea as your eyes flicked between the clock and your phone which sat perked on the arm of the chair.

the match now, had ended a couple hours ago. leah still wasn't home. but she'd sent a text earlier in the evening:

leah❤️ | 'sorry baby. be home soon, captain stuff. you understand x'

except with each moment when this would happen you were starting to understand less and less.

you'd been understanding for months, years even. you'd cheered leah on from the stands every minute you could, celebrated her victories and comforted her after each loss.

you'd sacrificed evening, weekends, and family commitments to make room for leah's hectic schedule. but the balance that once made your relationship with the blonde so special had shifted and now it felt like you were the only one willing to make the sacrifices.

finally after a few hours, longer than you expected her to be. leah closed the door to the apartment with a sigh, her body heavy from the loss and her mind reeling with what could've gone differently on the pitch.

the blonde barely having time to drop her bag before you appeared in the doorway of the living room, your arms crossed as you leaned against the doorframe, your expression a mixture of frustration and sadness.

"baby-" leah began but you cut her off before she even had the chance to give you another word. 

"no. don't. don't you dare try and act like everything is fine, leah."

leah froze, taken aback by the sharpness in your tone, "what are you talking about? i just-"

"no, you just ignored me again," you snapped. "i've been waiting all week for us to have some time together after you've been on camp, but you didn't even ask if i needed you after the match. instead i just got some generic excuse about 'captain duties' and left me here alone. again."

leah frowned, her defenses but also her stubbornness kicking in, "y/n, it not like i wanted to. but i had responsibilities-" 

"and what about your responsibility to me?" you interupted, your voice cracking. "what about us leah? or have we become less important than a post-match briefing?"

leah's jaw tightened, "no, no thats not fair. you know how much pressure i'm under. i'm doing this for the team - for the country! i don't have the luxury to just drop everything."

"and i'm not asking you to. you know i'm always proud of you, your biggest fan." your voice rising slightly as your frustration was beginning to build and start to spill over. "all i'm asking is for you to see me. to care enough to put me first sometimes. but instead, you keep proving over and over that everything else seems to come first; football, the team, being the perfect captain. i'm tired, leah."

you stopped as you sighed, your voice starting to feel a little shaky, "i'm tired of always coming in second."

leah stepped closer, her hands outstreched as if to physically hold you back from walking away. "y/n, please. don't say that. you're not second - i love you. i'm just.. i'm trying to do everything. i'm trying to be everthing for everyone.”

your eyes softened for a moment, but your voice remained steady. "you don't have to be everything for everyone, leah. you just have to be there for those who love you. but right now, i don't think you know how to do that and i don't think i can keep pretending like i'm okay with being left behind."

leah could feel her throat getting tighter and tighter by the second, panic beginning to set in with each word that left your lips. "so, i- what are you saying? you're leaving? baby? don't- please, don't do this." leah stutter out as she tried to reach out for you again as you brushed her off. 

you shook your head, a tear slipping down your cheek. "i'm not leaving, leah. i'm gonna go and spend the weekend at my mum's, i need some space. time to figure out if i can keep doing this, if we can keep doing this. i'll be back sometime on monday, but for now, i just need to breathe."

leah reached out grabbing your hand, her voice breaking. "y/n, please. i can't lose you. i'll do better - i promise. just.. don't go, please."

you gently pulled her hand away, you voice low and soft but firm. "i'm not leaving to punish you, leah. i just need some space. i'll see you on monday."

leah stood frozen as she watched you grab your bag which you'd obviously packed while she was taking hours to come home, as you grabbed your coat and left. the sound of the door shutting being and echoing in the now-empty apartment.

as you walked along the street towards the tube station, on route to your mum's house as the streets were gloomy lit as a cold breeze hitting your hands as your mind filled with thoughts but it was short lived as the sound of you phone buzzing snapped you out of your thoughts, glancing at the screen to see a message from beth. a link to no doubt another tiktok she'd found funny.

you hesitated before picking your phone up and typing a response, liking the message with the link before your thumbs moved quickly across the screen.

you | 'can we meet for coffee tomorrow?'

meado🐾 | 'course! the usual place at 10?'

meado🐾 | 'everything okay?'

you | 👍🏻

—

you walked into the usual coffee shop, your coat pulled tight around you protecting you from the winter air. as you spotted beth sitting at a small table near the back two cups of steaming cup of tea in front of her as she waved you over.

"you alright?" she asked as you sat down.

you paused for a minute, opening your mouth to try and say something before you shook your head, "not really," you voice heavy with emotion.

beth gave you a sympathetic smile, "figured as much, what's happened?"

you took a deep breath, your hands fiddling with the edge of your jumper. "it's le, she's.. i dunno. she's, just so caught up in every. being captain, the team, the media. i know it's important to her beth, i really do. but, but i feel like i don't exist in her world anymore.."

beth frowned, leaning forward. "she's has been distant, hasn't she?"

you nodded, your voice shaking. "she used to make so much time for us even when timings weren't great. but now? i'm lucky if i get five minutes with her where she's not thinking about football. and last night, she said she would be home straight away after the match but then she just.. disappeared. captain duties apparently."

beth let out a slow breath, the girl being out in a difficult position. leah was one of her best friends and admittedly had known the blonde longer but she knew you and how much her best friend was in love with you.

"that.. that sounds like leah. she's not the best at juggling things when she's under pressure. it's like sometimes she forgets there's a life away from the pitch"

you eyes filling with tears, "i’ve tried to be patient, beth. i've tried to understand but i feel like im screaming into the void. she keep saying she'll do better but it's always the same. and i- i don't know if i can keep doing this.."

beth reached across the table, giving your hand a squeeze, "listen, i love leah to bits but she can be stupid and stubborn but she's lucky to have you and she needs to realise that before it's too late. but just be honest with her, your not asking too much. your asking for what you deserve."

you sniffed, trying to hold back a sob. "what is she doesn't change? what if this is just.. who she is now?"

beth's expression hardened, "if she doesn't change she's the one whose going to lose but if i know leah, she's not going to let that happen."

you sighed, staring into the tea in front of you, "i feel like i'm failing her by even thinking about walking away. like i'm giving up on her.."

beth shook her head, "no your not failing her, your asking for what you need. relationships aren't supposed to be one-sided and if leah can't see how much this is hurting you. she's the one that needs to wake up."

you hesitated, you voice barely a whisper, "and if she doesn't?"

beth leaned back in her chair, her expression thoughtful. after a long pause, she said, "then that's a question only you can answer. but if there's not thing leah doesn't do and that's give up on those she loves. sometimes she just needs a little push in the right direction."

your lips twitched into a faint smile, "you really believe that?"

beth grinned, "i do and if she doesn't get it together then i'll personally give her a good kick up the backside for you"

that pulled a small laugh out of you, the tension in your shoulders easing slightly, "thanks beth, i needed this."

"of course," beth said raising her mug in a mock toast, "just remember your not asking for anything y/n, your asking for enough and leah? she'll figure it out."

—

leah sat on the sofa, where she'd spent the past day and a half. her head in her hands as her phone lay o her chest, her mind replaying the argument from saturday night, over and over in her mind. her chest ached with guilt and frustration and for the first time, she didn't have an immediate solution to fix what she had so clearly broken.

she'd spent the entire today, sunday, in her thoughts. she hadn't moved all day, nothing in the apartment had been touched or moved as the spent it just moping around as she checked her phone every ten minutes just in case you had messaged to say you were on your way home.

you hadn't. the last message from you was: 'got to my mum's okay.'

so simple and to the point. no usual goodnight message or a simple 'i love you' nothing. and while leah knew she deserved it, she would be lying if she said it didn't sting a bit as she stared back at the bright screen.

this time her when her phone buzzed she leaped up to grab it, it must be you. it was embarrassing really how fast she scrambled to get to her phone as it sat on the coffee table. but as she saw beths name, a little part of her sunk as she sighed and picked it up reading the message.

beth | 'you better be writing a long love letter and ways to apologise before i personally mess you up, williamson!'

leah | 'not now beth. i'm already miserable."

beth | 'good, as you should be. that poor girl. y/n deserves better than the leah williamson that you've been giving her. you need to get it together before she decides she's better off without you.'

leah stared at the message, her heart sinking with each word of beth's message she read. it was ture though. beth wasn't the type to sugarcoat thing, which is something as to why the two got along for so long. 

she set her phone down, her mind racing. she couldn't afford to lose you - not when you were the one thing that made all the chaos in her life go quiet. when she was with you, the whole world stopped and leah was at peace. but promises wouldn't be enough this time. she ahd to show you that she could change, that she could be the partner you needed and wanted.

for the first time in weeks, leah wasn't thinking about tactics or training. she was thinking about the person she loved and hoped she would get to spend the rest of her life with - and how she could win you back.

—

leah didn't sleep thay night. she lay in the bed, the one you usually shared together. the bed which usually felt too small as you'd cling to leah throughout the night as if she was you personal heater. the bed feeling that little bit more bigger now you weren't in it with her.

as she stared at the ceiling, the sound of your voice from the argument playing on repeat in her head.

'you don't see me anymore, leah. you see england. you see the armband. but you forget to see me.'

every word had been a dagger to the heart. a reality check for the blonde. and for the first time in her life, leah felt truly lost in herself. she had always prided herself on being a leader, someone who could hold everything together. but she was beginning to see that her leadership had coem at a cost and a big one at that and it was one she couldn't afford to pay.

by the time the sun began to rise, leah had already been pacing the apartment scribbling notes in a notebook she'd found lying on the dinner table. pages were filled with ideas, crossed out apologies and half-formed plans to fix what she'd broken.

flowers? no, too cliché.

a handwritten letter? maybe, but it wouldn't be enough on its own.

a proper date? but what would that even look like when you were still so hurt?

leah was mid-sentence in her brainstorming when her phone buzzed.

beth | 'have you started groveling yet, or do i need to come over and supervise?'

leah | 'i'm working on it. give me a break.'

beth | 'breaks are for those who didn't mess up. times a ticking williamson.'

leah couldn't help but laugh at the message, though the weight in her chest didn't lift. she stared at her notebook again, willing herself to come up with something that would show you just how much she cared.

you returned to the apartment late that same monday night, keeping your promise just like you said you would. but as you walked through the door, you stopped in your tracks as your bag slid down your arm. the living room looked completely different.

the coffee table had been cleared as it had been previously stacked with empty water bottles. now was covered with a neatly folded tablecloth and two plates of what appeared to be your favourite pasta dish. soft candlelights flickered as faint sound of music played from the speaker in the corner.

leah stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, wringling her hands. "i, uh.. i wanted to apologise properly." the blonde said, her voice usually so confident and full of herself was quiet and so uncharacteristically nervous.

you raised an eyebrow, your eyes scanning around at the setup, "you did all this?"

"yeah" leah shifted her weight from one foot to another as she looked more like a nervous schoolgirl than the captain of england.

“i know i've messed up, y/n. i realise now i've been putting everything else above us and it's not fair to you. you're the best thing in my life and i've been treating you like an afterthought. i'm so, so sorry my love."

your arms crossed, your expression unreadable to the blonde, "le, this isn't something you can fix with dinner and candles."

leah nodded quickly, "i know, i know this is just a small step. but i'm trying, y/n. i'm trying to show you that i want to be better, i want to put you first. but i can't just say it - i have to show it.”

you hesitated, your eyes softening just a inch, "but what's changed, leah? what makes you think this time is going to be different?”

leah took a deep breath, taking a second to steady her voice, “‘cause i’m not trying to be better for you, i’m trying to be better with you. i know i’ve so focused on being captain that i’ve forgotten how to be a girlfriend. but i don’t want to lose you, y/n. you mean far too much to me.”

you looked at her for a long moment before finally sighing, “your lucky i love you, le. but this isn’t fixed yet, it’s going to take time for me to trust that things will actually change.”

leah stepped closer, pulling you closer to her wanting to feel some sort of comfort in your presence which had been missing the past day and a half. “i know. and i’ll wait as long as it takes, as long as you let me prove it to you.”

later on that night after many stolen kisses and mumbled apologies, you were sat at the table slowly eating the pasta leah had made. leah’s phone buzzing with another message from beth.

beth | ‘so? did you manage to not screw up anymore?’

leah | ‘she’s giving me a chance, but i’ve got a long way to go.’

beth | ‘good, keep groveling or i’m still coming to mess you up!’

leah | ‘noted!’

leah looked up from her face a small smile tugging at the side of her lips as your brows furrowed in curiosity. “what’s tickled you?” you asked, the sound of your fork dropping to the side of the plate as leah put her phone to one side.

“just beth threatening to mess me up if i screw up again. but i’m serious about making this work” leah said her tone getting quieter as she looked for an expression in your face as an amused look appeared on your face.

“i know” you smiled, your tone softer, “but if you do screw up, i’ll mess you up first before beth..”

a small chuckle left leah’s lips but she knew from your tone you were serious but she wasn’t planning on screwing up so in reality she had nothing to worry about.

“noted!” leah nodded, determination settling in her chest. as she moved to your side of the table and planting her lips onto yours, “i love you” she mumbled against them before pulling you back in.

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Appendix

Kim Little x Teen!Reader

Summary: You need your appendix out

"So," You say with clenched teeth, awkward and a little bit wary as you lay on the physio table," Am I in trouble?"

"I don't know," Your sister says with that air of disapproval that she always has," Are you?"

"Kim," You groan," Why do you do this?"

"I don't know. Why do I do this?"

You roll your eyes, pressing your head back against the table. "You're just like mum."

"Well when there's an age gap as big as ours, that's bound to happen," Kim says dismissively," But I think the real problem here is why you don't tell me you were hurt."

"I'm not hurt. I'm in pain. There's a difference."

"Your snark isn't needed right now," Kim warns you," You're not hurt. You're in pain, fine. Why didn't you tell me?"

You wince. "It didn't seem that bad this morning? Honestly, I thought it was cramp."

"You thought your appendix nearly blowing up was cramp?"

"I have a high pain tolerance? I didn't even cry when I broke my arm a few years ago!"

You can see your sister angrily swipe her hand over her face as she takes a moment to recompose herself.

"The ambulance is on its way but the staff are pretty confident that you'll have to have your appendix out."

"Is that surgery?"

Kim rolls her eyes. "Yes, it's surgery. How else are they going to get it out?"

"I don't know! Can't they like...I don't know!"

"The pain's making you delusional," Your sister says fondly, that odd smile on her face she gets when you really show off the age gap between you both.

"I'm not delusional!"

Kim's hand gently pushes your hair off your sweaty forehead. "I should have known you weren't feeling too good when you asked me why we didn't have giant rats running around and blocking the Tube tunnels."

"It's a genuine question!"

But it's also a genuine question that never gets answered as you're loaded up into an ambulance and given enough pain medication that you kind of think it's a waste because of your naturally high pain tolerance.

You don't really remember much after that, just feeling a little woozy and your sister holding your hand until you wake up again.

Kim's a lot older than you - around eighteen years older than you - so she's never really been around much in your childhood. By the time you were born, she was already going off for her first stint at Arsenal and you were back home in Scotland, still unable to lift your own head up.

It's kind of amazing actually that you've both ended up playing on the same team despite the age gap.

You were at the start of your career. Kim was nearing the end of hers.

But she's definitely still holding your hand as you wake up.

"Kim," You groan," Kimmy..."

"Yeah?"

"They took my organ! I'm organless!"

She smiles at you, a little amused as she forces down a small laugh. "You're not organless. They just took out a little piece that was making you sick."

You frown at that. "But can I have it back?"

"You want your appendix back?"

"We can send it to Mum!" You say," She's been missing us at home. She can have my appendix to remember me by!" Your sudden delight is stamped out though as you stare at your sister. "Kim, do you still have yours? We need to take it out to give to Mum!"

That's the thing that actually makes her laugh, shaking her head fondly at you as you waffle on about anything and everything that comes to your mind.

At least until all the exhaustion takes over again and you're fast asleep in bed again.

Kim sits next to you - a watchful eye and presence by your bedside - with a hand in your own.

"Knock, knock?" Comes the voice from the door," The kid not awake yet?"

"She was. Briefly. Awake and high."

"Oh, man." Katie pushes past Steph lingering in the doorway. "We missed it? Was it at least recorded? This could have been blackmail for days!"

"Did I record my little sister high off pain medication for your viewing pleasure? No, Katie, I didn't. She doesn't need to be teased about it."

Katie shrugs as the rest of the team floods into the tiny room you're sleeping in. "Just askin'. It's not a big deal. I'll find something else."

"We bought flowers," Lia intervenes easily, placing the vase on the bedside table," And some food for you. Just sandwiches and stuff. Nothing fancy."

"Thanks. It's nice of you to come and visit. I'm sorry she's not awake yet."

Lia shrugs, perching on the arm of Kim's seat. "it's alright. She's just had surgery. She needs the sleep. We can wait."

"Wait so you can tease me?" Your groggy voice says," Jokes on you. I'm totally in control of myself."

You blink a few times to clear the sleep from your eyes, keeping a grip on Kim's hand as you smile. She squeezes lightly, a reminder of her steady presence next to you.

She won't be going anywhere anytime soon.

"Now, did you guys bring me food or just flowers? Hospital food sucks."

[woso-scotland]

𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉/𝑨.𝑷𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒔

It started with a headache. A deep, pulsing one that had been building for weeks, maybe even months as the weight of your marriage slowly cracked under the pressure. You loved Alexia. Loved her more than anything in the world. But love wasn’t the problem.

The problem was the distance.

You’d thought, hoped, that retirement would mean more time together. More time as a family. More time with Harper and Valentina, who missed their mamá so much it physically hurt to watch. But instead, Alexia had thrown herself into coaching with the same relentless intensity she had as a player. Late nights, early mornings, barely there conversations. Your roles as wives had faded into co-parenting and logistical planning. And the worst part? You weren’t sure she even saw it.

So when your colleague invited you out for drinks, you said yes. Not because you wanted to be reckless, but because you wanted -needed- to feel like you still existed outside of being a mother and a wife to someone who barely looked at you anymore.

You weren’t even drinking. Just laughing, chatting, unwinding for the first time in what felt like forever. And then you felt it -the weight of eyes burning into you.

Alexia.

She was across the bar, surrounded by her coaching staff and some of the players, all celebrating a win. But she wasn’t focused on them. She was focused on you.

You saw the moment her expression shifted, the moment that carefully crafted wall of composure cracked just enough to let something dark and possessive slip through. She muttered something to someone at her table, stood, and crossed the room with the kind of determination that made your stomach drop.

Before you could even greet her, she was wrapping a hand around your wrist. “Vámonos.”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

Her jaw clenched. “Vamos. Ahora.”

Your colleague raised a brow. “Everything okay?”

Alexia barely spared her a glance. “She’s leaving.”

You scoffed, yanking your wrist from her grip. “I don’t know who you think you are, but you don’t get to pull me out of a bar like I’m some teenager sneaking out past curfew.”

Her eyes flashed. “No actúes como si no supieras por qué estoy enojada.”

“I genuinely have no idea why you’re mad right now.”

Her nostrils flared, her voice dropping into something sharper. “Te ves tan feliz con ellos. Más feliz que conmigo.”

You gaped at her. “Are you serious right now? Alexia, it’s just a drink with a friend!”

“Un amigo que te está mirando como si quisiera algo más.”

You exhaled sharply. “You’re being ridiculous.”

She didn’t argue. She just grabbed your wrist again, firmer this time, and started pulling you towards the exit.

“Alexia-“

“Coche. Ahora.”

You sent her the most scathing glare possible as you once again yanked your wrist out of her grip, grabbing your things and storming out of the bar.

The car ride was a disaster.

Alexia gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles were white, her jaw clenched hard enough to crack. You sat beside her, arms crossed, fury radiating off you in waves.

“You don’t get to be mad at me for having a life outside of waiting for you to come home,” you snapped.

Her fingers twitched on the wheel. “Eso no es justo.”

“No? Because it’s true?”

She inhaled sharply, but didn’t deny it.

You shook your head, laughing bitterly. “God, I can’t believe you’re jealous. Do you even see yourself? You barely touch me anymore, Alexia. You barely look at me. And now you’re acting like I’m cheating on you?”

She didn’t respond.

“You know what? Fine. Since you’re so interested in my ‘friend,’ let me clear it up for you -she’s married. To a man. Happily.”

Alexia’s grip faltered. “Qué?”

“Oh, now you want to listen to me?” You scoffed. “Yeah. She has a husband. And two kids. And she invited me out tonight because she saw how miserable I looked this morning after you left before the girls even woke up. Again.”

Guilt flickered across her face, but she didn’t speak.

The house was dark when you pulled up. The only light came from the living room, where the nanny sat on the couch.

“They’re upstairs,” she said quietly. “Asleep.”

You forced a tight-lipped smile. “Thank you. You can go.”

She nodded quickly, grabbing her things and slipping out without another word.

The second the door shut, you turned back to Alexia. “I hope you’re happy.”

Her brow furrowed. “No estoy feliz.”

“Good.” You kicked off your shoes, already heading for the stairs. “Because neither am I.”

You were halfway up when a small voice called out.

“Mamá?” You froze, turning just in time to see Valentina standing at the top of the stairs, rubbing her tired eyes. Harper peeked out from behind her, clutching her stuffed bear.

Alexia inhaled sharply. “Bebé, ¿por qué no estás en la cama?”

Valentina pouted. “Estaban gritando.”

Guilt stabbed through you.

Harper toddled forward, reaching for you. “No pelear.”

Your heart broke. You scooped her into your arms, kissing the top of her head. “We’re not fighting, baby. Just talking really loud.”

Valentina crossed her arms, clearly unconvinced. “Parecía una pelea.”

You sighed, reaching for her hand. “It’s late, sweetheart. Let’s get you back to bed.”

She hesitated, looking between you and Alexia.

“We’re okay,” you promised. “Go on, I’ll tuck you in.”

With one last wary glance at her mamá, Valentina nodded and followed you upstairs.

By the time you settled them back into bed, exhaustion weighed heavy in your bones. You barely had the energy to change before collapsing into bed, and just a few minutes later, the door creaked open greeting you with the sight of Alexia stood in the doorway, shoulders slumped, regret carved into every inch of her expression.

“Lo siento.”

You sighed. “We can’t keep doing this.”

She swallowed hard. “Lo sé.”

Silence stretched between you, thick and unyielding. Then, finally, she moved. Crawled into bed, curled into your side the way she always did when she needed you but didn’t know how to ask.

You exhaled, running a hand through her hair. You knew something had to change, because whilst love may not be the problem, if you kept going like this, it definitely wouldn’t be enough to save you.

**

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[woso-scotland]

Forever Was A Sentence (The Y/n McCabe Story)

Part 3.1 Part 2 here

I’m not really sure where to start in terms of how I got to playin’ for Barcelona. I guess it all started when I was five.

My twin sister, Katie, who everyone knows and loves, started playin’ football when we were five. I didn’t really like football, but I did like Gaelic football, which is the national sport here in Ireland. And I was good at it too. It’s quite similar to the football that you guys know, except ye use your hands a lot more. I don’t know. It’s like if ye mixed football and basketball together. Anyway, all ye need to know was that I was really good at it.

I always thought my dream was to play for Dublin, to represent my county at the highest level in the bright sky blue jersey. But instead, that dream was disrupted when Katie came home one day to tell me that her football team needed someone for a game that night or they’d have to forfeit this big tournament. My sister is ultra competitive, and always has been. Apparently that’s a really common thing with twins, one of them is competitive and one of them is just really borin’. At least that’s what Katie says.

I was only 13, and I’d never played football before. But the thing about having a twin, especially when that twin is who she is, is that usually ye just have to agree with whatever she says. So, I missed my Gaelic match and I went to her football match and to be honest, I completely fell in love.

I had to keep my hands behind my back for the whole time to stop me from grabbin’ the ball, because ye could only use your feet in this game. They put me as a centre back and told me not to let anybody get to the goalkeeper. And I didn’t. I guess I was really good at football too because the coach of Katie’s team asked me to keep playin’ with them. And I said yes because Katie told me I was cool after the game, and she’d never been nice to me before.

I balanced both for a few years, the teams I trained with had trainin’ on different nights of the week and then I had football matches on Saturdays and Gaelic matches on Sundays. But when I was 17, someone from Ireland, who’d already given Katie some opportunities, decided to give me one too.

Nobody from the county board had approached me to play for Dublin, so I decided to quit Gaelic and pursue playin’ for Ireland. The one thing cooler, I thought, than representin’ your county, is representin’ your country. I didn’t really think much more of playin’ for Ireland other than the fact that it would help get me scholarships for goin’ to college. I never thought of bein’ a professional footballer.

I wanted to be a teacher, a maths and PE teacher to be exact. I worked hard to get good grades in my exams to go to college, but it wasn’t a scholarship bein’ put on my table. It was a professional contract to go and play with Arsenal in England. At first, we were both a bit shell shocked that it happened. But Katie didn’t hesitate to sign on, she’d barely studied for her exams and she wasn’t gettin’ to college, we both knew that. I was, though.

“I don’t wanna do this without ye” she said to me as we sat opposite the scout from Arsenal. “We’d be footballers, that’d be our job. Ye can always go back and teach” she explained. She was right, I could play football and retire in my thirties and go back and train to teach. So, once again, I sacrificed my dream and went along with Katie. Trust me, it was just easier that way.

She didn’t even come to the school with me to get our Leavin’ Cert results the morning they were released. Both our parents were workin’, so I just went on my own to collect them. I pulled my sheet of paper out of the envelope to reveal my grades. I got 580 points in total. I looked around and it suddenly hit me that despite having such a massive family, not one person was there for me when I got my results.

I guess I should probably explain, for those not Irish, that grades here are worth points. And no, it’s not like Harry Potter. It works differently nowadays to when I did my Leavin’ Cert, but basically, if you got straight A’s you maxed out at 625 points.

“Hi” Lauren, a pretty girl in my year smiled at me. Lauren was the first girl I’d ever liked, once I’d realised that I was into girls. Lauren didn’t like me in that way, she was very popular and hung around with my sister.

“It’s Y/n” I answered, presumin’ she thought I was my sister.

“Yeah, I know” she nodded at me. “You do know you look nothing alike?” She giggled.

“How’d you do?” I asked her, pointin’ at her envelope which contained her results.

“490” she replied, and I could tell she was delighted with that. Lauren acted dumb to impress boys, but she was actually really clever. We were in a lot of the same classes as each other. “You?”

“580” I answered, but I made sure my tone wasn’t in anyway short or comin’ across to be showin’ off. I wasn’t a show off.

“The smart twin” she laughed and all I could do was shrug my shoulders. “So, you’re going to England to play football?”

“Yeah, I signed a contract with Arsenal”

“And Katie’s going too?”

“Yeah” I nodded.

“Well, I wish you were staying” I remember how my face dropped when she said that and my heart start thumpin’ really fast and hard. I watched as she did a quick scan of the car park of the school, makin’ sure nobody was around before she kissed me.

I don’t think she knew it was my first kiss. She knew I wasn’t popular like Katie, because they went to the same parties and I was never there. But I think she must have thought I’d kissed someone before. I didn’t mind that Lauren was my first kiss, because, as I mentioned, I really liked Lauren.

“Well, now I wish I wasn’t goin’ too” I chuckled, not really knowin’ what else to say. That’s what girls liked to hear, I figured. Lauren and I texted for a little while after that, she’d even planned to come over to England to see me. But then my schedule and her schedule just got too full on and didn’t align, and then we just stopped talkin’. Lauren’s a teacher now. We would have been goin’ to the same college too. I think about that often.

-

My first day at Arsenal was very dauntin’. I was glad Katie was there, but she knew people from the Ireland team that I didn’t. She was playin’ senior football, and I was playin’ for the under 19s team. I didn’t really mind Katie abandonin’ me at trainin’, despite the whole reason me bein’ here was because she couldn’t do it without me.

I didn’t really branch out and make friends, but the coaches liked me. They liked that I worked really hard, and soon the Ireland senior coaches got wind and I was suddenly promoted to the senior team.

If you ask anybody, they’ll always tell ye that it’s clear and obvious me and Katie were friends on top of bein’ twins at one stage of our lives. It was between the period of me startin’ to play football and when we signed for Arsenal. We stopped bein’ friends when she was sent on loan to Scotland, and I was kept at Arsenal. But I guess, we stopped bein’ twins when Laine came along. I don’t know if that makes sense.

Ye all know the situation with Katie’s love life. I don’t really want to get into it, but anyway, she is with Caitlin now and they live together in the row of houses that are just behind mine. When we first moved to England, we obviously lived together and then when Katie went to Scotland, I bought my own place.

But everything in my life was goin’ really good once Katie left, which I know is a horrible thing to say, but people on the team started talkin’ to me, and gettin’ to know me and I wasn’t just the person that was the add on to their friend anymore. Katie came back, and I was happy she was back and livin’ so close to me. And I really liked Caitlin even before they started goin’ out. She was nice to me, and she introduced me to Laine.

-

Laine was related to a girl on the team called Steph, and for those of you that don’t know Steph, she is a really solid person. I often went to her for advice on things when Katie wasn’t around or didn’t want to speak to me. So, I kind of presumed if Laine was related to her, that I’d be fine.

When I first saw Laine, it was at trainin’ and she was walking’ to the changing room with Steph.

“Is that her?” I remember Laine asked her cousin, but I don’t think she thought I heard. Steph smiled at me, but she didn’t answer her cousin straight away. I kind of felt happy Laine knew who I was, because I thought she was so beautiful. Like the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen in my life.

I’d never went on a night out before with the team, but I went out to celebrate the start of the season, because Laine was goin’ to be there. Katie and her ex girlfriend had just recently split up, so I probably should have guessed Katie was tryin’ to find a rebound. And if Laine found me in anyway attractive, unfortunately, that meant she found Katie attractive.

I saw them on the dance floor, and they looked like they were goin’ to- anyway, it doesn’t matter. All ye need to know is that nothin’ happened between them. Because Laine picked me and still to this day I don’t know why. She walked away from Katie, and came right up to me and told me I looked good and I told her I thought she was really pretty, but not just tonight, I thought it all the time. She kissed me then, really hard.

I had kissed a couple of girl’s between kissin’ Laine and kissin’ Lauren, but I’d never slept with anybody. Laine was the first girl I’d ever slept with, and it was safe to say it didn’t really go great. She definitely didn’t enjoy it, and I did not enjoy it.

It did get better after a while, for her, I think. I’m not really sure if I’ve ever enjoyed it.

I was happy with Laine though, despite that. And the spare room in my house very quickly became her storage room for all of her things. And my room became our room and my house became our house, after just a few months of datin’. I was really, really happy with Laine, and ye have to understand that. Ye have to understand that it wasn’t always the way ye know about. At one point, I truly do believe Laine cared about me and loved me.

I’ll tell ye about when it went sour. It was the first year that Katie had started datin’ Caitlin. I guess Laine kind of had this preconceived idea that the four of us would go to Australia for Christmas. Katie had only been datin’ Caitlin for eight months by then, and we’d already been in Australia just that summer for the World Cup. Katie always liked goin’ back to Ireland to our family for Christmas, so I presumed that’s where we were goin’.

When I invited Laine back to Ireland, she flipped the lid. She asked me why I wasn’t as committed to her as Katie was to Caitlin. And even though, after a lot of screamin’, I agreed, I think that’s when Laine realised she could snap her fingers and I’d do whatever she wanted.

-

Christmas was a reoccurrin’ issue in our relationship. Every year we both longed for the comfort of our own families and homes, and every year it was me that had to sacrifice that. I’m goin’ to skip ahead to the most recent Christmas, because I realise I’m ramblin’ and that’s probably borin’. Katie always says whenever I speak it comes across really borin’, so I’m sorry if this is borin’ ye.

When we went to America durin’ the pre-season tour with Arsenal, Laine hit me. And Laine has continued to hit me on a daily basis since. From August to early December I was really strugglin’ to cope with the change of dynamic in our relationship. I knew she didn’t love me or care for me anymore, but I guess I’d known that for a while. She hurt my feelin’s, and she hurt me, on a daily basis. It was hell, if I’m bein’ honest. But strangely, I loved her still, so much.

So, when the four of us booked the flights to go to Australia, I felt really sick. I knew we had things coming up in Australia. We had Laine’s Australian teammate, Emily’s, wedding, we had Christmas and then New Years. And I thought to myself that I could get through it, because Laine was nice to me in front of her family. I don’t think she’d of hit me in front of her family. I was really okay with goin’, until she told me she’d booked us into a hotel for the trip.

I couldn’t see any other way out, and that’s something I need ye to know. There was no other way out at that point of my life. So, I backed out of the Christmas night with the Arsenal team that was bein’ held in Caitlin and Katie’s house. I told Laine, despite bein’ sick, that I’d pack our bags and make sure everythin’ was sorted and all she said was “You better”. And when she left, I sat at my desk and I wrote a letter.

I’m not sure why, but I wrote it to Katie. I explained everythin’ to her in the letter, how everythin’ had been with Laine and how it had led me to do what I was goin’ to do. I sealed the letter in a weirdly coloured envelope and wrote her name on it. I had it all planned out, how it was goin’ to happen, but I don’t want to bore ye with the details, because as ye can tell, it didn’t happen.

I was disrupted by a knock on the door and I begrudgingly opened it, to see Kyra on the opposite side.

“Hello” she smiled at me, and I didn’t really know what to say. “Katie sent me over to pick something up for her, she said she texted you”

“Okay” I said, racin’ upstairs to grab my phone. I didn’t know Kyra had followed me, but when I grabbed my phone to read Katie’s message I heard her speak again from behind me.

“Is this it?” Kyra asked, holding’ up the letter that was just sat innocently on my desk.

“No” I shook my head and snapped it out of her hand, because I was just terrified she’d open it. We stood lookin’ at each other for a couple of seconds and I tried to figure out what to say to her. “Sorry” I eventually breathed out.

“You’re okay” Kyra nodded. “Well I mean, are you okay?” She rephrased.

I didn’t answer her, instead I just said “Here” and shoved Katie’s speaker that Laine had borrowed, for her meditation and self care time, or whatever she was labellin’ it as, into Kyra’s hands. “That’s what she needs” I said.

“Right” Kyra tried to smile again, but her smile wasn’t like her usual one. “I’ll see you on the plane then?”. That was the last thing Kyra said to me before she left, almost like it was a challenge to make sure I was on the flight. She didn’t even wait for my answer to what sounded like a question. She expected me to be on the plane. And I was.

Australia was hard, really hard. The last six months have been the worst in my life. I’ve lost so much weight, I can barely even look at food without feelin’ sick and I’m just in constant pain.

The night Laine and I had Katie over for dinner and I spilled the wine, was the worst night of my life. And I was really aware this was the worst night of my life in that moment when the glass shattered beside my head and then the bottle went on the floor. I know this is probably an exaggeration, because a lot of people have it worse than me, but it is really how I felt. I’m sorry if that’s an over exaggeration.

When Laine went to bed, I thought to myself, if I stay here, this is only goin’ to be the worst night of my life so far. Despite her tellin’ me that she loved me when she came back to Ireland with me, despite my mam tellin’ me to marry her, despite everythin’ bein’ okay and happy for that brief period of time, I needed to remove myself from Laine in order to just be able to breathe again.

I’m sorry for ramblin’ on. But I hope you can see why I left Arsenal to go to Barcelona. I know the girls here already know what Laine had told them I did, but I promise ye that none of it is true. I just don’t have the energy or the Spanish skills to explain all of this to them.

Maybe someone will ask me one day how I’m feelin’, but I understand why they wouldn’t. I do hope if someone is going to talk to me that it’s goin’ to be Alexia. I don’t know if someone has told her yet about Laine, but she was nice to be the first day I came and she always smiles at me.

She was the first person I spoke to here. I was distracted by my phone because Laine had texted me and I bumped into her. I said “Sorry” when I bumped into her and when I tried to speak Spanish it made her laugh. I’d like to think she was laughin’ at my Spanish and not just at me. She doesn’t seem like the type. She laughed again when I said “Gracias” to María, who told me to call her Mapi, so maybe it’s just the way I say things.

She looked at me funny when I was on my phone in the changin’ room, but I didn’t really know why. I was too busy tryin’ not to die with the heat. But I couldn’t take my hoodie off.

When the manager introduced me to everyone, nobody even looked at me, so I knew what they all thought of me. I knew what the girls at Arsenal and Ireland thought of me, because they’d all unfollowed me on Instagram. Maybe I should just delete Instagram. But the one person who smiled at me when the manager at Barcelona introduced me to the squad was Alexia.

So, if anybody is goin’ to be my friend, I’d like it to be her.

[woso-scotland]

no goodbye?

you get the shock of your life when you see your fiancée is leaving through instagram.

It had been a week from hell. Working night shifts was something that never got easier, no matter how many times you had to do it. 

You’d barely had time to breathe, the final shift of your rotation had been absolutely insanity. For the entire week, you’d be missing your fiancé. Keira trained during the day, played usually on the weekends and slept at night time like a normal person. 

When you weren’t doing nights, your routine was down pat. Dates nights the day after their game, because that was Keira cheat day and you could enjoy whatever you wanted together. Dinner always followed her nutrition plan, mainly because you could’ve be bothered making separate meals. Everyday and every night would end and start the same way: cuddled up under the blankets together. 

For two and a half years, that’s how it had worked. But recently, it stopped working. During the summer, a trip away to Iceland during the Olympics was booked. It was there that Keira proposed, but also asked if you’d join her in moving back to England when her contract expired in the summer of 2025, right before the euros. 

It wasn’t until you were almost home that you finally went on instagram. The news was heartbreaking: Keira Walsh set to travel to London for a fitness test with Chelsea. 

Your heart sank. Surely it wasn’t the truth, this wasn’t the plan. Keira never said anything. Yes, you’d barely seen each other this week but surely if it was true she would’ve stopped you for a minute to tell you. 

When you finally walked through the door of your apartment, the rumours were true. Keira had her back to you when you entered the bedroom, the room was disheveled. Clothes, books and shoes were thrown everywhere. 

“The rumours are true?” You crossed your arms and leaned against the doorframe. 

“You scared me.” Keira turned around, dropping the clothes she had in her hand. 

“You’re leaving.” It wasn’t a question. 

“I was going to tell you but-“

“But what? What about the plan we made?”

“That’s not fair. You know I’m struggling, I told you last year I wanted to leave. This hasn’t been a secret. I need to do this.” 

“And what about me Keira? I already gave in my resignation, we bought an apartment together in London, we had plans!” You felt like she wasn’t listening, that you didn’t matter. 

“I know I moved our timeline up a little. But we can make it work? Do long distance for a few months and then-“

“And then nothing.” 

“Y/n…don’t say that.” 

“Do you not realise that you never said anything to me. I found out you were moving to Chelsea through an instagram post Keira. You are supposed to be my fiancée, you’re supposed to tell me these things not some account on instagram.” 

“I was going to tell you but you have been working so much!” She yelled. 

“So what you were just going to leave and hope I didn’t notice?” 

“No. I was going to tell you, tonight. I love you, so much. But I can’t stay here any longer. We can do the distance, it’s only for a little while. Please.” Keira begged, it was the one thing she rarely did. 

Your heart was broken, your head was confused. On one hand, you loved her. So incredibly much, and if being long distance for sixish months was what was needed, then you would do it. But on the other hand, she was leaving. Moving to a different country, and you had to find out through an instagram post. 

“I need time Kei. You didn’t tell me. I learnt about you leaving online. Not from you.”

“I know, and I’m so sorry.” 

“I don’t know if that’s good enough.” You left the room, unable to deal with your fiancée or the packing. 

As you sat in the lounge room the last two and a half years played on repeat. You met at the club, during the summer you had taken the role that was offered, the club needed a nurse just for a few weeks. At first, she was shy, she’d just moved from England to Spain, didn’t speak the language and only knew her ex. 

Originally you didn’t want a relationship, friendship maybe but certainly not a relationship. But that quickly changed the more time you spent with her. She wasn’t shy, she was funny, loud, mischievous and she loved deeply. 

You wished you could say it was picture perfect, that all your dreams with a partner were coming true but that simply wasn’t the case. Keira was leaving, without you, without telling you. Apart of you knew these things moved quickly but the other part was truly hurt by Keira’s actions. 

“Babe?” Keira’s voice cut through your mind, you looked up at her. Her eyes were red and cheeks were wet, mirroring your own. “I fucked up. I don’t know why I didn’t tell you. Maybe I was scared or that you would be disappointed but instead I hurt you. I am so so sorry for that. I truly didn’t mean for it to turn out like this.” 

“What do you want to do Kei? Because right now, I just want to cry and yell at you.” 

“You can yell, you can cry. I accept that I fucked up massively and maybe you don’t trust me anymore, but I don’t want us to end up. If thats something you want, I’ll be sad but I’ll respect that.” 

“I don’t think I want us to end. I just-“ you took a deep breath, needing to calm yourself down so you could properly articulate yourself, “I need you to know that this hurt me, so incredibly much Keira. You signed a contract, which means you went to London. You were packing your bags when I got home. You broke apart of my trust.” 

“What does this mean?” Keira asked shyly, hoping you weren’t about to break up with her. 

“We take some time. We have to be apart anyway, if we can manage to trust each other for then next few months, if you promise not to lie to me again or to keep things from me and if I am feeling that you have been putting effort in, then I will come to London.” 

We sat there in silence for a little while. Both fully taking in the events of the night. From when you first started dating Keira, you knew you wanted to marry her. You’d been warned by your friends about how footballers can be but not your Keira. Usually she always asked your opinion first, cared what you had to say about anything and everything. 

The following day was spent close to tears for the both of us. Aitana, Ellie and Kika came to say their goodbyes early in the morning. Keira was leaving just before lunch and then it would be just you. 

You would be left alone, in the home you two created together. It had been a while since you genuinely had to be without each other. International breaks were one thing, but living in separate countries was another. 

“I love you. So much. I’ll be back soon, and I’ll call you tonight okay?” You mumbled your goodbyes and I love yous into her neck, not wanting everyone to see the tears that were pouring out of your eyes. 

True to her word, she did call you that night. The transfer was going ahead officially. The next few months were spent going back and forth to London. You more than her due to having a more flexible schedule. Dates were over FaceTime and more often than not you’d fall asleep with each other on the phone. 

“I officially gave my resignation today.” You told her on one of your FaceTime dates. 

“You what?” 

“My resignation? Remember we agreed I’d come before the euros?” You were slightly confused since this had been the original plan. 

“You’re actually coming? You aren’t joking?” 

“No babe I’m not joking. I’ll be there at the start of June!” 

“Oh my god. I can’t wait. Honestly, it’s so hard being away from you.” 

The logistics of the move were sorted pretty quickly that night. You both agreed that hiring movers and packers was the best idea, meaning the stress would be minimal. Finding a job wouldn’t be hard, but you were happy to spend the summer as a WAG first and then deal with it later. 

Sometimes, when you love someone they can take advantage of that. Keira was often at fault of that, but so were you. In the winter break of 2025, you celebrated your marriage to her. Surrounded by your friends, her teammates, current and past. It reminded you of how loved you were, how much Keira loved you and you loved her. 

It was definitely a hard transition, moving from Spain to England, especially because of the weather. But those raining, wintery days were spent wrapped up in your wife’s arms, your baby bump growing each day. 

[woso-scotland]

Gingerbread and Superglue

Alexia x Reader

Alexia gets you a gingerbread house to do together and it doesn't go as planned.

Word count: 2.5k -ish

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“Alexia, are you sure you’re gonna enjoy this? It doesn’t really feel like you,” even though it was her idea, you were skeptical about starting the gingerbread house kit she had placed in front of you. 

Her jaw dropped in response, feigning offense to your question. “What is that supposed to mean? ‘Doesn’t really feel like you’”, she scoffed as she tore the box open. 

“I just mean, you’re a bit of a perfectionist sometimes and I feel like this might be harder than you think.” 

“Oh so you think a children’s gingerbread house is gonna be too hard for me?” she grumbled as she continued tearing open the packaging. You just rolled your eyes, both of you knowing she was only half serious. It was a genuine concern of yours, however. Everyone knew she was a total perfectionist and this was her first time building something like this. She wasn’t exactly known for being the most artistic so you weren’t sure what to expect from the end result. 

Alexia emptied the contents of the kit, taking out endless little pieces of cookies, candies, and icings. Her eyes seemed to widen as she realized just how many things were involved in this project, that it wasn’t some simple kids activity. It took everything in you not to laugh at the way her face contorted at every new piece she pulled out, finally ending with the instructions. She let out a small sigh of relief to see there weren’t any more pieces but quickly resorted back to her same disbelief when she started unfolding the directions. You didn’t know how they managed to fold such a huge piece of paper to look so small as she continued to unfold it and watch it double and triple in size. 

“Ay dios mío…” she whispered to herself while you stifled a laugh. Somehow all it took was a children’s gingerbread house to put a stop to one of the most mentally tough people you’d ever met. 

Her eyes darted over the page, not sure where to begin. 

“Ale,” you tried to take the directions from her, hoping to provide some guidance and put an early stop to her stress. 

“No, no!” she pulled the directions away from you beyond your reach. “I can do this, I’m fine.” She scanned the directions again, before landing on the starting point. “It says we need the foundation pieces first, and then we use the white frosting to stick it together.” She spoke with a feigned confidence which immediately dropped as soon as she turned to find the pieces she needed. Alexia’s eyebrows furrowed as she studied the piles of pieces she’d taken out. 

“Am I allowed to help you yet or still no?” she froze in her place, other than a sharp head turn to stare at you, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. 

“Well yeah,” you rolled your eyes and both turned back to the pieces. The two of you sifted through the supplies but still seemed to come up short. 

“Are you sure this is right, let me see the picture again?” You grabbed the directions from her while she grumbled to herself, something about how “of course she was right.” You double checked the directions, confirming that she was indeed correct so you both could continue searching. It took you far longer than it should’ve before you finally pulled out the bag of pieces you needed to start. 

“Oh, is that it?!” she looked at you, excited, as she double checked with the directions that you had in fact found the pieces you needed. “Gracias a Dios,” she smacked the table with a newfound energy to continue on, powered by this minute win. 

You rolled her eyes as she read the next step, “I’m supposed to glue it together with this?” She held up the bag of overly sweet frosting skeptically before looking to you for guidance. 

“Ale, it’s a gingerbread house, it’s supposed to be edible. It can’t have actual glue.” 

Her eyes widened even further, “We’re supposed to eat this?! No way this actually tastes good, look at all the sugar in this, we can’t eat this.” 

You just laughed at her and took the frosting from her hands. “I said it’s edible, I didn’t say it would be good. Now come on, help me hold these walls while it dries,” She did as you asked, knowing that if anyone else had seen it, they for sure would have made some joke about how she was “whipped” for you. Even though she was listening and following your lead, it didn’t stop her from grumbling about how there was no possible way this frosting would be a “solid foundation for an entire house.” 

She held the walls to the house in place, letting you pipe the frosting along the edges, holding it in place for exactly five minutes, just like you’d told her. You kept her talking so she wouldn’t get impatient, feeding her snacks so she could continue to do her job. Your phone timer went off, signalling she could finally let go of the walls. You watched as she took her hands off, ever so slowly, careful not to jostle anything loose. 

The blonde’s smile grew when everything stayed in place but fell almost equally as fast. The second her hands left the walls, they instantly started to lean, eventually toppling over completely. “No, no, no, no, no,” she waved her hands around, trying to keep herself together. “pero... pero ¿por qué?” She looked at you with the saddest puppy dog eyes you’d ever seen from her, only being met with a light laugh. “How are we supposed to build an entire house like this?” Your girlfriend was dumbfounded, looking to you for any sense of direction you could possibly offer. 

You leaned forward and gently pushed a stray piece of hair behind her ear, looking at her with a smile. “We’ll just try again, I’m sure it’ll work this time.” 

No matter how gentle and light hearted you tried to keep it, you were once again met with her being stubborn. “No, no, I held that for five minutes for it to dry, and it still didn’t hold, this will never work.” She let out a far-too-dramatic sigh given that the frustration was over a gingerbread house. “We aren’t going to eat it anyways, let's just superglue it.” 

You scoffed at her, leaning back in your chair and rolling your eyes again. “That’s ridiculous, Ale. It’s also not what the instructions say.”

She groaned loudly, rubbing her hands down her face. “Why do we care what the instructions say? This is gonna take forever if we follow the directions.” 

You raised an eyebrow at her as you spoke, “Well that’s fine by me, but just remember you weren’t able to build it the way it was intended…” You smirked at her as she furrowed her brows, angry that you’d given her the brutal reminder that the Alexia Putellas was being bested by a children’s gingerbread kit. 

The two of you were locked into a small staring contest, trying to see who would break first. Her hazel eyes bore into yours, as serious as ever, while you still tried to suppress your smirk. This was exactly how you’d pictured this going. 

“Ugh!” she groaned loudly again, pushing her chair back from the table and rolling her eyes. “I don’t care, I’m getting the glue!” she shouted over her shoulder as she went to find some superglue, leaving you to laugh at her and her frustration. 

“I’m gonna walk away and pretend I didn’t just hear the way you laughed at me!” you held in another giggle while she shouted from the other room. It took all you had to keep yourself from fully laughing at her and teasing her even more for the issues she was having with this gingerbread house. 

…..

“Alright, we’re doing this,” it was only a few minutes later when Alexia returned, newly confident now that she wasn’t counting on cheap frosting to hold up her project. She jumped right in, working much faster than she had been before, but still being absolutely meticulous, that she got all the details exactly right (other than the frosting). You helped her find pieces and pick which colors of candy to use but for the most part you let her do her thing, happy to give your opinion when the time called for it. 

When you got hungry and put together a bowl of fruit for you to share, you would take turns feeding her bites in between each of your own. You’d pop one in her mouth, typically follow it with a kiss, and then take one for yourself, continuing on like this while she worked, just enjoying her company. Time seemed to pass quickly as you both chatted, working on the house together, catching up on anything you’d missed amidst your busy lives. 

By the time you actually bothered to check, you’d realized it was much later than your girlfriend normally would ever stay up on a night before training. "It's getting late, Ale, let’s go to bed. This will all still be here tomorrow." 

She shook her head, barely listening to you, too focused on the project in front of her. “No, I have to finish this.” 

You stood up and moved to stand behind her, rubbing her shoulders as you looked on at what she was doing, hoping that the physical contact would help break her focus. “Amor, it’s late. You’re gonna want some more sleep than this with training tomorrow, come on.” The girl in front of you leaned into your hands, letting out a soft hum at your touch, but still not pulling away from the house. 

“I know, but if I don’t finish this now, I’m never gonna come back to this stupid thing.” She looked up at you for a moment and left a small kiss on your hand, still rubbing her shoulders. Her eyes were wide, as if asking you for permission to continue on. You both knew that if you really wanted her to, she would have abandoned it in a second just to go to bed with you. 

You nodded, and gave her shoulder a light squeeze, “I’ll go read in bed for awhile, just please don’t stay up too late. We both know how much you need your sleep.” You gave her a pointed look while she nodded eagerly, like a little kid who had just gotten permission to stay up late. 

You attempted to turn to head to your bedroom but were stopped by Alexia grabbing your wrist and turning you back around. “Amor, you can’t just go to bed without a kiss.” She whined but broke into a wide smile, pulling you back into her. Her strong hands cupped your face so she could bring you down to her level to give you a kiss goodnight, but the short peck she gave you wasn’t enough. She left you pouting, before giggling softly. “What, do you want more?” You nodded eagerly, giving her your best puppy-dog eyes. The two of you always seemed to know exactly the right look you needed to pull to get what you wanted.  She smiled at you again, “I’ll kiss your whole face, don’t even try me.” 

Her words immediately pulled a laugh from you, only growing louder when she peppered your face with kisses, finally landing where you wanted her most. She cut off your giggles by a suddenly much more serious kiss, fulfilling your wishes completely before eventually loosening her hold on you and pulling away. “You go get some sleep, amor, I’ll be in as soon as I’m done with this.” You gave her a short nod and turned to go back to your bedroom, Alexia leaving a short tap on your ass before going back to her gingerbread house.

.....

You weren’t sure when, but at some point you had fallen asleep while you were reading, still trying to wait up for your girlfriend, but obviously failing. It was the sound of your phone ringing next to you that woke you up from the half-sleep that you had lulled into. Your eyebrows furrowed as soon as you saw the picture lighting up your phone screen. Alexia? Why of all people was Alexia calling you?

Groaning, you swiped across to answer her call. “Ale, you’re two rooms over. Why are you calling?” 

“Were you asleep?” you rolled your eyes at the clear surprise in her voice. 

“Yes, I was asleep, I told you that’s what I was doing! Now what do you want?” It was a bit harsh, you knew that, but she had also woken you up so you figured she’d understand. 

The line was silent for a moment, your girlfriend clearly feeling a bit guilty about waking you up. Her voice was hesitant but you couldn’t help but smile at the way she spoke so tentatively, “I’m sorry amor, I thought you were still up,” she paused, feeling bad before remembering why she had called in the first place. “I finished the gingerbread house if you want to see it.” You smiled. How was it that someone with so many accomplishments was still so shy about something as small as this?” 

“Of course I’ll come see it, I’m on my way, Ale.” You hung up the phone, throwing your blankets off you before going to join your girlfriend. 

The second you entered the room, the blonde was already smiling from ear to ear at you, clearly waiting to show you her creation. Your kitchen was an absolute disaster but the huge smile on her face (and your half-asleep state) was enough to keep you from being mad about it. 

“Ta-da!” you laughed at Alexia as she held her arms up to showcase her little gingerbread house. It was simple, a typical kid’s gingerbread house kit, but you knew how much she had struggled with it. “Do you like it, amor?” She clearly was quite proud of herself and excited to show you that she’d managed to finish it. 

“It looks great, Alexia.” You wrapped your arms around her waist and left a short kiss on her cheek, “You did good.” 

She held you tighter, satisfied with your approval as you both stared at it. “I’m never doing this again, so get a good look at it.” 

You looked up at her from your place in her arms, almost in disbelief, “Oh, help me remember, Ale, who’s idea was this again? You might have to remind me.” 

Alexia rolled her eyes, pushing you away as you laughed, “I didn’t think it would be that hard, Okay!” 

You both bickered with each other for a moment before you were reminded of how late it was getting. “Hey, we need to get to bed, we can admire your creation more in the morning, but we both know you’re gonna be crabby if you don’t get a full nine hours before training tomorrow.” 

“But Amor, I-” she tried to argue but you cut her off before she could get any further. 

“Ale, I’m gonna carry you to bed if you keep arguing with me about not needing sleep.” You gave her a pointed look but she still gave in to you pulling her towards your bedroom. No matter how much she grumbled about how you couldn’t carry her, you both knew you would do it if the time came down to it. 

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Hope you enjoyed!! Fully planned on doing this one before Christmas but life got in the way. I seem to be better about getting out writing when it's shorter fun stuff like this so that's probably what you'll see more of in the near future. Feedback and requests are always awesome!

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beggin’ | stargirl

pairings: alexia putellas x teen!reader

summary: you beg alexia for a dog but she doesn’t believe your responsible enough

warnings: dog slander

notes: eagles won and i have been on a high 😭 but classes are canceled this week cause of the snow so enjoy

“So you hate me? Because that’s all I’m hearing,” you argued, trailing after Alexia as the two of you walked into the weight room.

The gym was already buzzing with activity—Aitana and Patri doing resistance band workouts, Mapi and Ingrid spotting each other on the bench press, and Vicky and Ona lazily stretching while gossiping about God knows what. You, however, were too focused on your current battle.

Alexia exhaled, pinching the bridge of her nose like she was already exhausted. “Estrelleta, no vuelvas a decir eso. Te quiero con todo mi corazón, pero no. (don’t say that again. i love you with all my heart, but no)”

The finality in her voice crushed your hopes… Again.

With a defeated sigh, you dramatically slid yourself down the nearest wall like your world had just ended. Ona and Vicky immediately burst into laughter at your theatrics.

“Oh no, she’s gonna start monologuing,” Vicky teased.

“Tragic,” Ona added, shaking her head.

Before you could hit full sulking mode, a tattooed hand appeared in front of your face. Lucy.

“Come on, drama queen,” she said, effortlessly yanking you off the floor and throwing an arm around your shoulders. “Still trying to convince La Reina?”

“She’s immune to my suffering,” you mumbled, allowing yourself to be guided toward the treadmill.

“What is it now?” Lucy asked, already looking amused.

“The puppy,” Ona answered for you, smirking. “She’s been denied again.”

Lucy clicked her tongue. “Rough.”

“Right?” You sighed as you climbed onto the treadmill, setting it to the slowest possible speed. “She doesn’t understand how much this means to me.”

“I understand perfectly,” Alexia called out from across the room without even looking at you. “I also understand that I do not need a dog destroying my apartment.”

“But I’d train it so well!” You protested, turning dramatically in her direction, which nearly sent you stumbling off the treadmill. Lucy had to grab your arm to keep you upright.

“Yeah, yeah,” Lucy chuckled. “You can barely train yourself.”

Vicky and Ona snickered from their mats.

“Et tu, Brute?” You gasped at Lucy’s betrayal.

“I’m just saying, if Alexia says no, you’re not winning that battle,” Lucy shrugged. “She’s got the stubborn gene.”

“No one’s ever won an argument against her,” Ona added.

“Except Irene,” Vicky pointed out.

“Yeah, but that’s because Irene fights dirty,” Lucy laughed.

You crossed your arms, still pouting. “I refuse to give up. She can’t resist me forever.”

Alexia, now stretching with Aitana, turned to glance at you. “Try me.”

The weight room erupted with laughter, and even you couldn’t help but grin. You weren’t giving up, though. One way or another, you were getting that puppy.

The apartment was dimly lit, candles flickering on the coffee table, giving the illusion of an intimate, important gathering. Alexia and Olga sat on the couch, arms crossed, faces unreadable, as you stood in front of them, remote in hand, ready to present your magnum opus.

A massive title slide was projected onto the TV screen:

“WHY I, ESTRELLITA, DESERVE A DOG (AND WHY YOU SHOULD LET ME HAVE ONE)”

You cleared your throat dramatically. “Ladies and, well, just ladies—thank you for coming tonight. I know you’re busy, Alexia with captaining, Olga with being very sexy, but this is a matter of utmost importance.”

Olga smirked, clearly enjoying herself. Alexia, on the other hand, was already rubbing her temples. Not a great start, but you pressed on.

“Slide one, please.”

You clicked the remote, and the next slide popped up. “REASONS I NEED A DOG” was written in bold letters, accompanied by an image of the saddest, most heartbroken puppy you could find on Google.

“Point one,” you began, pacing like a lawyer in a high-stakes courtroom drama. “Companionship. As a hardworking footballer and occasional agent of chaos, I deal with immense stress. A dog will provide me with emotional support, cuddles, and, most importantly, unconditional love.”

“You literally live with us,” Alexia interrupted.

“Exactly,” you shot back. “And yet, somehow, I still feel alone.”

“Wow,” Olga muttered, biting her lip to keep from laughing.

“Moving on,” you said quickly, clicking to the next slide.

This one had a picture of you edited into a stock image of someone running with a golden retriever. “EXERCISE AND FITNESS!”

“A dog will encourage me to stay active outside of training! Long walks, jogs, and playful activities will not only keep me fit but also keep me in peak condition for Barça. You both want me in peak condition, don’t you?”

“Or,” Alexia said, unimpressed, “you could just… go on a run.”

“Who am I, Eliud Kipchoge? No. I need a motivator.”

Alexia sighed. Olga, to your delight, nodded thoughtfully. “She makes a good point, Ale. Running with a dog is more fun.”

You gasped dramatically. “Thank you, my ally!”

“Don’t call her that,” Alexia warned.

Next slide.

“RESPONSIBILITY & MATURITY”

“With a dog, I will develop a deeper sense of responsibility,” you declared proudly. “I will wake up early to feed it, I will train it, I will clean up after it—“

Alexia held up a hand. “You literally leave your socks in the living room for days.”

“That’s different,” you argued. “A dog is a living being. My socks are… just socks.”

“You also ‘forget’ to take to take the trash out,” Alexia finished for you, raising an eyebrow.

“Okay, but in my defense, the trash doesn’t wag its tail and look at me with big, adorable eyes when it wants to go outside,” you shot back, clicking to the next slide before she could counter.

This one was titled “LOOK AT THESE DOGS AND TELL ME YOU DON’T WANT ONE” and featured an entire collage of the cutest, most heart-melting puppy pictures you could find.

Olga audibly gasped. Alexia, despite her best efforts, blinked a few too many times at a particularly fluffy golden retriever puppy in the center.

“You like that one, don’t you?” you asked smugly, pointing at the screen.

“No,” Alexia said quickly, looking away.

“She totally does,” Olga whispered, nudging her.

“Fine,” Alexia huffed. “Yes, it’s cute. But cuteness is not a reason to adopt an animal!”

“That is literally the best reason to adopt an animal!” you argued.

Alexia groaned and slumped back into the couch. Olga, however, was still staring at the pictures, and you knew you had her right where you wanted her.

Click. Next slide.

“POSSIBLE NAMES FOR OUR FUTURE DOG”

“What do you mean ‘our’ future dog?” Alexia interrupted, sitting up again.

“Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue!” you said quickly. “Now, first name option: Messi.”

“Absolutely not,” Alexia deadpanned.

“Fine, fine. Option two: Little Estrella, or Estrellita Junior.”

“Pass,” Olga snorted.

“Okay, okay,” you sighed dramatically. “Final suggestion: Captain Paws or Captain Culer.”

Olga nodded her voice breaking the silence. “That’s actually not bad.”

“Thank you!” you beamed.

Alexia groaned, rubbing her face. “This is ridiculous.”

Click.

The final slide appeared, in all its dramatic glory: “WHY YOU SHOULD SAY YES – AN EMOTIONAL APPEAL” with a giant photo of you, making your best sad, pleading puppy eyes.

You turned to them, arms spread. “In conclusion, I am but a simple footballer, yearning for the love of a small, fluffy creature. I ask for nothing—except this one thing, this one chance at happiness. Will you grant it?”

Silence stretched in the room. You held your breath.

Olga exhaled, turning to Alexia. “You know, I think she’s really thought this through—”

“Don’t encourage her,” Alexia muttered.

“Alexia,” you said, your voice trembling dramatically, “are you really going to stand in the way of my happiness? My growth? My dreams?”

Alexia pinched the bridge of her nose, then finally groaned in defeat. “If—IF—we get a dog, it’s on you. You feed it. You walk it. You clean up after it. And the first time you forget, it’s my dog. Understood?”

Your eyes widened. “Are you saying…?”

“I’m saying I’m considering it,” Alexia sighed.

You let out an ear-splitting cheer, immediately lunging at her and wrapping her in a suffocating hug.

“Best decision of your life, Cap!”

“I already regret it,” Alexia muttered, but you could see the tiniest, smallest smile on her lips.

Olga clapped, laughing. “Well, I guess we’re getting a dog.”

You turned, grinning mischievously. “Now, about getting two—”

“Don’t push it,” Alexia warned.

The moment the final whistle blew, you sprinted over to Alexia like a woman on a mission. Your captain barely had time to process what was happening before you clung to her arm like a koala, bouncing up and down excitedly.

“Did you see? Did you see?” you exclaimed, practically vibrating with energy.

“I saw that we won and you scored a goal,” Alexia responded dryly, trying (and failing) to shake you off.

“Not that! That!” You pointed wildly into the stands, where a fan was proudly holding up a neon pink sign that read in massive, glittery letters: “LET ESTRELLA GET A DOG!”

Alexia stared at it, then slowly turned to look at you.

“You didn’t,” she said.

“Oh, but I did,” you grinned. “Posted it on my story this morning. The people have spoken, Ale. The movement has begun.”

“Estrelleta.” Alexia pinched the bridge of her nose, inhaling like she was gathering the last ounce of patience left in her body.

Aitana jogged over, took one look at the sign, and burst out laughing. “Oh my god, you’re actually rallying the fans?”

“Absolutely,” you said proudly. “Strength in numbers.”

Alexia rubbed her temples like she was fighting off a migraine. “You are unbelievable.”

“But lovable,” you shot back.

“That is debatable,” she muttered, but you could see the tiniest twitch of a smile at the corner of her lips.

As you all made your way off the pitch, you continued your relentless campaign.

“You know, Ale, dogs are great stress relievers,” you pointed out. “And I know how much stress you have. Wouldn’t it be nice to come home to a happy little fluffball that loves you unconditionally?”

“I already have you for that,” she deadpanned.

“Okay, rude,” you huffed. “But imagine—just imagine—a tiny puppy running towards you after a long day. Tail wagging. Ears flopping. Looking up at you with those big, round eyes—”

“You are not winning me over with emotional manipulation,” Alexia interrupted, stepping into the tunnel.

“Okay, but what if I told you I already have a list of shelters we can visit?”

“Of course you do,” she sighed.

Back in the locker room, you continued your noble mission. Even while changing out of your kit, you pestered her.

“Alexia, picture this: me, walking a dog in our neighborhood. Think of the aesthetic.”

“Alexia, a dog would be great company when you’re watching game footage.”

“Alexia, if we get a golden retriever, we could name it Oro! Like gold! Get it?”

“Alexia, please—”

“Y/n,” Alexia finally cut you off, slamming her locker shut. “I love you. But if you mention a dog one more time today, I will personally call Nike and have them cancel your entire cleat line.”

Your eyes widened in horror. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

You gasped dramatically, clutching your chest like she had just stabbed you. “I thought you cared about my happiness!”

“I do. Which is why I am going to shower in peace now, without hearing the word ‘dog’ for the next ten minutes,” she said, pointing at you warningly before walking off.

You pouted, watching her go.

Ona and Vicky, who had been eavesdropping the whole time, exchanged amused glances.

“You’re really not giving up on this, huh?” Vicky asked.

“Absolutely not,” you said with determination. “She’ll cave. She always does.”

Ona grinned. “I give it a week.”

“Ale will last at least two,” Vicky countered.

You smirked. “She’ll break in five days. Maximum.”

And with that, you pulled out your phone and posted another story: “THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES. #LetEstrellaGetADog”—complete with a picture of the fan sign from the stands.

Because if Alexia thought this battle was over, she had another thing coming.

The storm outside was relentless, rain lashing against the windows as thunder rumbled through the streets of Barcelona. The second you slipped through the front door, you knew you were in trouble.

You weren’t exactly subtle about it.

For one, you were soaked—dripping water all over the floor like some stray cat who’d just climbed out of a sewer. Your shoes squelched with every step as you walked to the stairs, and to make matters worse, you were gripping the straps of your suspiciously bulky backpack like your life depended on it.

“Estrelleta.”

You froze mid-step, eyes darting toward the living room.

Alexia stood there, arms crossed, her expression radiating ‘I am fed up with everything what have you done.’ Behind her, Olga was peeking over the couch, squinting like she was a detective in a crime drama.

“Uh… hey,” you tried, flashing a completely innocent smile.

Alexia’s eyes narrowed immediately. “What’s in the bag?”

“Nothing!” You answered too quickly.

Olga sat up straighter. “Then why do you look like you just robbed a bank?”

“I—what? That’s crazy!” You let out a nervous laugh, gripping the straps even tighter. “Can’t a person come home after a refreshing walk in the rain without being accused of high-level felonies?”

“In a thunderstorm?” Alexia deadpanned.

“…Hydration is important?”

Alexia didn’t even blink.

You took a careful step backward toward the stairs. “Anyway! I am so tired. I’m just gonna go upstairs—”

“Give me the bag.”

“Ale, let’s be rational about this—”

Alexia was already walking toward you, and before you could flee for your life, she snatched the zipper and yanked it open.

Immediately, a tiny, miserable whimper came from inside. Olga gasped as Alexia’s soul left her body.

Very, very slowly, you reached into the bag and pulled out a tiny, soaked, shivering puppy.

The little Presa Canario pup blinked up at them with big, glossy eyes, looking like the saddest little gremlin on the planet. One of his tiny paws was wrapped in a bandage, and his whole body trembled as he let out a soft, tragic little huff.

Olga? Immediate meltdown.

“Oh my god!” she squealed, grabbing his tiny face. “HE’S A BABY!”

Alexia on the other hand… immediate crisis.

“Estrelleta.”

“Before you say anything.” you blurted, clutching the puppy to your chest like a newborn child, “he was alone in the rain, Ale! He was limping, and he looked so scared, and I couldn’t just leave him!”

Olga was already cooing at the puppy, rubbing his ears. “Look at his little nose!”

“Look at his little future as a massive security risk,” Alexia countered, rubbing her temples. “Do you realize how big Presa Canarios get?”

“Big enough to protect our home!” you argued immediately. “It’s like free security! We won’t need an alarm system anymore!”

“You don’t even lock the front door half the time.”

“Because I’m trusting!”

“Because you’re an easy target for burglars.”

The puppy, sensing tension, let out a tiny, heartbreaking sneeze and rested his head on your arm like some kind of Oscar-winning performance in sadness.

Olga audibly gasped. “Ale, LOOK AT HIM. He’s one of us now!”

Alexia sighed like a parent catching their kid trying to sneak dessert before dinner. The puppy lifted his injured little paw like he was saying ‘help me, ma’am.’

Alexia groaned, rubbing her face. “I hate both of you.”

“So that’s a yes?” you asked hopefully.

“That’s a ‘we’re going to the vet first thing in the morning’,” Alexia muttered. “Then we’re going to the pet store, because we don’t have a single thing for a dog in this house.”

You and Olga erupted into cheers, bouncing the puppy happily between you.

“Thank you, Ale!” you beamed. “You won’t regret this!”

“I already do,” Alexia muttered, but her lips were twitching upward anyway.