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Alexia Putellas (G!p) X Reader (Part 2)

Short Summary: After the intense night together, you wake up to Alexia slipping into your bed. What starts as slow, sleepy spooning quickly escalates into passionate morning sex.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content (18+ only); Edging; Dirty talk; Light choking, Anal teasing/pressure (no full penetration); Creampie, Fingering, Strong language and Spanish dirty talk.

Words: 4.8K

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Alexia Putellas (G!p) x Reader

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Part 2

The apartment was supposed to be empty.

You had told Alexia you’d be out until late, stuck in a long meeting. But the media compromises ended sooner than expected and now you were pushing the front door open just after nine, the hallway light still off, keys jingling softly in your hand.

The moment you stepped inside, you froze.

The living room was dimly lit by the warm glow of a single floor lamp. And there, on the wide gray sofa, sat Alexia Putellas completely naked. She was leaning back against the cushions, legs spread wide, one foot planted on the coffee table. Her head was tilted back, eyes half-closed in pleasure, lips parted as soft, breathy moans escaped her.

In her right hand she stroked her cock with slow, lazy pumps. It was thick, heavy, and fully hard, the head glistening with precum every time her fist slid over it. Her left hand was cupping her balls, gently rolling them while her hips rolled up to meet her own strokes.

You couldn’t move. Your bag slipped from your shoulder and hit the floor with a dull thud, but Alexia didn’t hear it. Or if she did, she was too lost in what she was doing to care.

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Lena Oberdorf (G!p) X Jule Brand.

Just pure porn. Enjoy.

The moment the hotel room door clicked shut behind them, Lena didn’t waste a single second.

She dropped her suitcase, grabbed Jule by the waist, and shoved her forward until the younger girl’s chest was pressed against the cold wall.

Jule gasped, her hands instinctively bracing against the surface as Lena’s body pinned her from behind.

“Finally alone,” Lena growled into her ear, voice low and rough.

“Did you bring what I told you to bring, baby?”

Jule nodded quickly, already breathing heavier. “Y-yes…”

Lena smirked and bit down on Jule’s earlobe, hard enough to make her whimper. “Good girl.”

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luciasona

hardest of hearts: chapter 11 | lucy x ona

✧ chapter 11: masterlist, chapter 10, chapter 12 (soon)

✧ chapter wc: 4.4k

✧ chapter tags: the fated ‘what are we’ conversation is upon us

✧ fic blurb: There is no reason why they should work; Ona likes spontaneity, Lucy likes certainty. Ona is fiercely indepedent, Lucy has never been alone.

Oh, and Ona is a dominatrix, who can't part with control. Even when she wants to.

Perhaps they could both teach the other a thing or two about trust, and taming the urge to run from fear.

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russosimp

Goodbye (g!p Alexia Putellas x reader)

Summary: You want to properly say goodbye to Alexia before she's leaving. 18+

Warnings: g!p Alexia, smut, reader wears a dress, thigh riding, blowjob, unprotcted p in v, back scratching, doggy; use of Spanish words with limited knowledge of the language (tell me if anything is wildly incorrect!)

Word count: 5.9k

Notes: By kind of popular demand, I've actually written something with Alexia... Let me know if you enjoyed my attempt of writing for her!

You quietly watch on as Alexia packs what you assume is the last of her stuff. She had announced leaving the club weeks ago now but the official end of her contract is only coming up next week.

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walshespasses

First Daughter

Chapter 1: The Peoples House

Word Count: 9,500

Kika Nazareth had never been very good at sitting still.

She could manage it when she absolutely had to, during tactical meetings, formal dinners, long flights when the cabin lights had been dimmed and nearly everyone around her had surrendered to sleep, but even then, some part of her was always moving. Her foot bounced beneath tables. Her fingers tapped against her thigh. Her eyes wandered toward anything remotely interesting.

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auxilium25

When did you get hot? pt.4

part 1, part 2, part 3

alexia x guijarro!reader

warnings: age gap. suggestive

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Training the next day was brutal, in fact it was as if it had started way before the team ever touched the pitch. Everyone knew what was at stake, there were 27 of you here but only 23 of you would be going to the Olympics, and four of those 23 would be reserves, and while yes it would mean traveling with the team to France no one really wanted to be a backup who was more than likely never going to end up setting foot on the pitch.

They were also guaranteed spots, it wasn’t like Montse was ever going to leave behind Alexia or Aitana. Patri was also in, it would be terrible PR if not, never to discredit your sister’s talent, she was amazing and in your opinion definitely could and did go toe to toe with Aitana and Alexia, but she had just come to amicable terms with the federation and returned to the team so cutting her would cause one hell of an upset. For keepers it was quite simple Misa and Cata were in without a doubt. In the back Ona, Olga and Irene were certainly going as well. And to fill the rest of the assured, or mostly guaranteed, you’d put your money on Mariona, Athenea and Jenni going. So in reality there were only 8 spots, if that, up for grabs.

Thus tensions were high. Breakfast had been filled with this eerie ambient of unease, where yesterday’s meals were filled with chats and jokes today’s were engulfed in silence and stiff conversations. And it only got worse when training started; the younger and less solidified players were striving to prove themselves, pushing to their limits and aiming for perfection. On the other hands the “undisputed”, as you had chosen to call them, where in this strange lull, they knew they were most likely going but they also couldn’t allow themselves to be overconfident and underperform.

You had kept to yourself all morning, trying to focus on just letting your feet and natural instincts take over instead of getting stuck in your head again. And so far it was working, you hadn’t made a single mistake, your timing and passes were perfect, and you were pretty good defensively as well, holding your own in the 1v1, even against the senior players. You’d gone out hard proving yourself with every touch, pass and recovery, but you were also conserving your energy, you had a double session today, and you knew Montse would be on the lookout for those who dropped their intensity.

The second training after lunch was way harder, you had pushed yourself this morning quite a bit and your body was definitely starting to feel it. It was also a bit more complex than the one from this morning, with Montse focusing now on tactical drills, instead of physical and technical like the other sessions, now it wasn’t just about how good you were on your own, it was about whether or not you could integrate into the team.

It was near the end of training and she had you playing a full on match, your performance so far had been solid, you were putting in some good through balls, finding space, making clean tackles and you’d even scored a goal, so when they called for training to be wrapped up you felt good about your chances, you had given it your all and now it was out of your hands.

After training everyone went back their rooms to shower and unwind a bit, and now you were all just in the canteen having dinner, it wasn’t as tension heavy as before but it wasn’t exactly fun either. At least a quarter of the squad was replaying in their head everything they had done in training earlier, noting every miniscule mistake they made and wondering if that would be what would cost them their trip to france.

It only got worse when a staff member came and told Alexia and Irene that Montse wanted to see them, they had been gone for a while and with every second that passed the tension increased tenfold. After dinner ended the team had dispersed into little groups here and there, and whilst you wanted to enjoy the night and spend time with the newfound friends you had made so far, the underlying pressure of the situation prevented it.

Alexia and Irene finally reappeared and about an 1 hour later and Montse started calling the girls into her office one by one. There were 3 possible outcomes; you could a: be part of the main squad; b: have been selected to be a reserve; or c: be going home. You don’t know what would have broken you more to be sent home or to be a reserve, knowing that you were good enough to go to the Olympics but not enough of it to actually play it.

About 8 other girls had been called before someone came to finally get you. The walk to Montse’s office felt like an eternity but the second you sat down across from her it felt entirely too short, this was it, the moment of truth. She was about to either make your dreams come true or crush them. You sat silently in your chair and listened to her talk, well listen was a stretch, you saw her mouth move as she spoke, felt the vibration of the sound in your ears, but after she had uttered those seven words, your mind couldn’t comprehend anything else.

Once she was done speaking, you simply nodded and shook her hand, before turning around and making your way automatically to your room. You’d entered quietly and flopped onto your bed face first, not even noticing that patri was in here.

She stood from her bed and walked silently towards you, sitting beside you and placing a comforting hand on your back. “what she say peque?”, when you didn’t respond she assumed the worse. “look it doesn’t matter ok” she says rubbing circles on your back “it’s just one tournament, there’s loads more to come, and I know for a fact you’re going to be playing in them, so just forget about it and…”

Her pick me up speech is interrupted by you incoherently mumbling “Implayinginthisone” not having understood a single word that came out of your mouth she asked “what?”. You flipped yourself over so that you were now laying on your back and you had this shy grin on your face “I’m playing in this one, she picked me patri, I’m going to play in the Olympics” you said dumbfoundedly not really believing the words coming out of your mouth. Patri squealed at your news, yes properly squealed, like a little girl, and jumped on top of you giving you a long big hug and peppering kisses on your cheeks while repeating “I knew it”; which only made you smile even bigger.

You called your parents and other siblings to tell them the news, you’d played a joke on them an acted all sad, even letting a couple fake tears fall, just to seconds later tell them the good news. After a good telling off from your mom for playing with her emotions, she congratulated you properly and told you how proud of you she was. She told you she couldn’t wait to see you smash it and encouraged you when you told her you’d probably be a bench warmer. You ended the call telling them you couldn’t wait to see them soon and that you would know who was their favorite daughter depending on the name on the back of their spain shirt, so they better wear yours.

Afterwards you told Patri that you were going for a little stroll before bed telling her there was no way you could sit still with all the jitters running through your body at the moment. That wasn’t a total lie, right now you could literally be tied to your bed and you still wouldn’t be able to sleep, but there was also one more person you couldn’t wait to tell, yes she probably already knew but you wanted to tell her, see her reaction to the news, if her eyes would light up, if she’d be proud or happy, if her face would do the thing it did when she was trying hard to remain composed but the right side of her mouth still slightly pulled upwards.

You made your way to Alexias room and knocked on the door, it was quiet for a moment and just as you were about to knock again the door opened. But instead of the catalan woman you were hoping to see, Jenni stood at the door looking just as confused as you as to why the other was here.

You checked the name plate to see if somehow along the way you had gotten lost and ended up at the wrong door, but after you verified it did indeed say A. Putellas your frown only deepened.

The madrileña was the first to break the awkward silence that had settled upon you “necesitas algo?”, you remained quiet for a moment trying to process what was happening, you knew they were close friends so it was not out of the ordinary for her to be in Alexias room at this hour but it still made your stomach churn lightly.

Just as you were about to respond you heard Alexia ask “quien es Jenni?”, the forward turned her body towards the sound instinctively, unintentionally allowing you to see inside the room and allowing those who were inside to see you as well.

Inside jana and ale were sitting on her bed, clearly having a deep talk, once jana felt your gaze on her she quickly rubbed her hand against her face trying to rub her tears away before you noticed, but you did anyway. Fuck you hadn’t thought this through, you had been so giddy about making it that you didn’t consider who might’ve been cut.

You looked down at your feet mentally cursing at yourself for being so self-absorbed, but you were brought back by Jenni gently clearing her throat while looking at you expectantly. Right she had asked you what you were doing here. “uhhh, I… I just wanted to…” you looked back at Alexia sitting on the bed trying to come up with a plausible lie “I had a question for la capitana but it can wait, it’s not that important really… I uh I’m gonna go, I’m sorry I interrupted you guys” and with that you made a hasty escape.

Jenni closed the door after you left, returning to the girls on the bed, but storing the awkward interaction somewhere in the back of her mind and formulating a bunch of questions she’d later pose to alexia, but the most important one was when had you two gotten close?

It was around midnight and Alexia was exhausted, her talk with Jana had gone on about two hours and it broke her heart to hear how badly the young defender referred to herself at that moment, she tried her best to reassure her, tell her it was just part of the process, that she was still young and that she’d be called up for a big tournament in no time, and when she noticed that that wasn’t really what the girl needed she just wrapped her arms around her and just let her vent.

Afterward Vicky had also dropped by her room. The younger girl wasn’t as distraught but she was questioning herself, she’d thought she’d been playing quite well, but she had only made it into the reserves and that had doubts creeping in her head.

Sometimes Alexia hated being captain, she was constantly between a rock and a hard place, to her, Jana and Vicky were like little sisters and she understood how devastating this must be for them, and it made her heart ache that she couldn’t make sure they were going. And it hurt even more that she knew a part of them wondered if Montse had asked her and Irene about them, and they probably believed she hadn’t pushed for them, which in part was true, when asked alexia did elate other people and maybe that had cost them their ticket to Paris, but she couldn’t put feelings over rationality, and the fact was that at that moment others displayed better form.

Once Vicky left, she thought she’d have a second to breathe, instead Jenni sorta ambushed her with questions about you, she didn’t ask in a pointedly or accusatory manner, but she did probe a bit trying to figure out the relationship between you two.

Alexia dismissed the idea that you were anything but mere acquaintances, feigning cluelessness when questioned about your appearance at her door, she could tell Jenni didn’t 100% believe her but she didn’t push further. Did alexia feel bad for dismissing you as nothing? yes If it happened again would her response be different? no. What you had, if there was anything to have at all, was something for no one but you two to know about.

Alexia laid motionless on her bed trying to micromanage each emotion and thought she had about the upcoming euro qualifiers matches, about the Olympics, about you. She felt like she had the weight of the words on her shoulders and with all eyes on her it was no time to crumble.

Spain had a lot to prove in this tournament, first time at the Olympics and coming in as world champs. The whole Rubiales debacle had tarnished that win, yes it forced changes to be made, but the narrative had shifted from them winning the world cup, to the sexist and unethical dealing that happened inside de RFEF. So this was the time for Spain to show it wasn’t luck or a one off, that they were here to stay and keep winning. And a lot of that pressure fell upon Alexia, since they arrived Montse had been riding her, she knew all the doubts and criticism the media had about her being made head coach, and she was directing that frustration at her.

As alexia’s thoughts kept spiraling she felt her phone vibrate beside her, effectively pulling her out of her daze. You had sent her a dm. She contemplated leaving you on delivered, but curiosity got the better of her.

She opened Instagram to find you had simply messaged her “Open your door” she looked at it questioningly before replying “???” you didn’t give her an explanation you instead messaged back “just go”. Alexia huffed in annoyance but still got out of bed and went to the door.

She expected to find you standing there with a smirk on your face or something but once she reached the door it was empty, just as she was about to message you to tell you to fuck off and stop messing with her, she received another dm from you “look down”. Alexia quickly looked up scanning her surroundings trying to spot you, despite checking both sides of the hallway she came up empty, so she resigned and kept playing your game.

Once she looked down she spotted a little zip lock bag with one of the muffins she liked and a post it note taped to it. She chuckled before bending down to grab it and reading the note that said “In case you needed a pick me up”. As she made her way back to her bed she sent you a curt “gracias”, to which she received a polite “siempre”.

Assuming the conversation was over Alexia turned off her phone and laid back in bed, ready to try to get some sleep. However she felt her phone buzz beside her again, and the message she received made her jaw fall open and her heartbeat double. You had sent her a sinful picture of yourself lying in bed, shirt pulled up exposing your flexed abs and part of your bra covered breast, with the caption “and in case you needed a distraction”.

Alexia stared at the picture for longer than she’d like to admit but she didn’t send back a reply, a reply would mean she was entertaining your shenanigans and she'd been clear before, you two were never going to sleep together again.

Alexia groaned not even believing her own thoughts. She didn’t know what it was about you but somehow when you two were alone, all reason seemed to cease to exist, the calm and calculated Alexia was blinked out of existence and in her place stood this hormonal fool who got lost in you, in your eyes, your body, your words, every… single… time.

Alexia reopened her phone and was met once again with the picture you had sent; she should block you, put a harsh end to this little flirtation before it went any further.

But that wasn’t what she did she simply turned off her phone and threw it to the other side of the bed, as if the physical distance would make her immoral thoughts disappear.

Sleep didn’t come easy afterwards, but not because she was stuck in captain mode replaying every posible outcome of the upcoming matches, or because she was thinking about how heartbroken Jana and Vicky were. It was because every time she closed her eyes that photo would pop back in her head.

You were definitely one hell of a distraction.

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The next couple of days were routine, you worked your ass off in training and the gym, and for once in your life actual read over the material before the meetings, in hopes to show Montse that picking you had been the right choice. It was more than likely you would never actually touch the pitch for longer than 30 minutes if that, but either way you were going to give it your all.

Your dynamic with Alexia hadn’t changed, you still chased after her when no one was looking and to be honest you were making progress, she had at least started entertaining you longer before turning you down again.

It also dawned on you that you didn’t quite know what you felt for her, at first it was lust, I mean she’s obviously incredibly gorgeous, then it was the thrill of the chase, but now it had shifted into something softer. Not a crush, at least not yet, in your head you didn’t know her enough to have a crush on her, but it wasn’t just pure physical attraction either.

But you didn’t dwell on that, the chances of you and Alexia actually becoming something more were one in a million, so you decided you were more than content to live in this little flirtatious bubble with her.

You’d kept up the tradition of leaving muffins and other stuff every now and then at her door, trying to get her to smile after a tough day. You were a goof for sure, but you were also very perceptive, so on the days the pressure and expectations were heaviest you tried your best to provide her with distractions.

You also started leaving her little post it notes here and there, most of them were stupid jokes or facts meant to make her laugh, others where dirty messages meant to make her blush. You’d sometimes put them in her boot so she’d see them before training, or you’d slip them under her door, once you even secretly passed her one at lunch and almost doubled over in laughter when you saw her reaction. She’d gone as red as a tomato and whipped her head so fast she must have gotten whiplash, how anyone hadn’t commented on it you don’t know, but you had thoroughly enjoyed seeing her reaction.

You also made significant progress with the other girls and you were really starting to feel like you belonged here. Your closest mates by far where the ones from patri’s circle because despite being your sister’s friends first it didn’t feel like they hung out with you just because of your shared last name. You got especially close with Jana, sure you got along great with Ona, Leila, Vicky, and the others, hell you’d even considered Misa your friend now despite her playing for madrid, but you spent most of your down time with young defender, having movie nights in her room or chilling together on a bean bag, she was a bit shy every now and then but you didn’t comment on it.

All an all everything seemed to be going swimmingly, or at least it was until the disastrous game against czhecia.

The word upset seems too small to describe how the 2-1 lost against them felt. Spain was horrendous overall, it doesn’t matter how good the other team plays, number one ranked current world cup champions could not lose against a nation ranked 30th. And Montse made sure the whole team knew that, however she did not acknowledge the fact that her whole game plan and tactics where shit.

She had chewed you all out in the locker room for a solid 30 minutes after the loss. And you knew for a fact, that you might have discovered by snooping, that she had gone at it with Alexia and Irene privately as well. Alexia tried to mask her feelings about the loss but as she was giving a speech about coming back stronger and taking this as an opportunity to learn, you could tell that she didn’t even believe what she was seeing and that l her head was elsewhere, most likely replaying every second of the game and everything she had done tonight and hating herself for every tiny mistake.

The bus ride back to the hotel was eerily silent with no one daring to even take a deep breath in hopes of not upsetting her again. You were also all down in the dumps, this was not a promising look for the squad. And if you wanted to have any hope of the Olympic dream you all needed to get your heads on straight and play a thousand times better than you had today.

The second the bus arrived back at the hotel Alexia and presumably everyone else went their own way to sulk and deal with the anger of the loss by themselves or with their closest mates. She went to Jenni’s room to vent and she thought you had done something similar, she imagined you siting with patri in your room trying to up her spirits while battling with your own demons.

You hadn’t played a single minute today, you were supposed to come in around the 60th minute but after the whole penalty debacle and Spain ending up trailing by one Montse changed her game plan. So you warmed the bench with Vicky for the rest of the game. And Alexia assumed that would have you retreating back into your first day’s headspace. But she couldn’t dwell on you too much right now she needed to worry about her own game and the shit show display that Spain had today.

After about an hour or two Alexia finally headed back to her room, with plans to watch and analyze the match before going to bed. However, once she reached her corridor she was stunned to find you sitting on the floor with your back to her door scrolling on your phone.

Once you finally registered her presence Alexia watched as you turned to look at her and this shy smile took over your face. By the time she reached you, you had gotten up and where leaning on the wall “what are you doing here?” you shrugged and said “thought you could probably use a distraction tonight”.

Alexia rolled her eyes at you and you saw the faint outline of a blush take over her cheeks while she franticly checked the corridor to see if somehow someone had materialized out of nowhere and could hear your conversation “y/n”; “what?” she gave you know what look, and that’s when it finally clicked; she thought you were here to be a slutty distraction “ay capi get your head out of the gutter” you say while lifting your computer “I’m actually here to entertain you with trashy tv before bed” you lower your tone slightly and leaning in towards her “but if you’d rather me entertain you with my body that could be arranged to”.

Alexia simply shoved you back slightly with her hand before shaking her head “I’m fine y/n, I don’t need a distraction” “yeah? so you weren’t about to watch and analyze the match?” Alexia doesn’t say anything and you take her silence as the answer “thought so, so are you going to let me in now or do I need to charm you a bit more before?”

She rolled her eyes at you, but still opened her door and let you in. You strolled into her room, kicked off your shoes and plopped down on the bed like you owned the place. You opened your laptop and set everything up before turning to ask Alexia “are you gonna watch from there or ?” she let out a low laugh and made herself comfortable on the unoccupied side. “Ok reina quick question before we start have you ever seen love island before?”

“Espera que no entiendo, Kaylor esta con quien?” you laughed, it had been abut an hour since you had appeared at her door, and this was about the twentieth time you paused the episode to explain something to her, you never complained though, you actually always answered her with a smile on her face, even if you had already answered the question twice. “she’s single, she didn’t pick a casa amore guy” “but what about the guy from before, cual era su nombre, el q se lambe el pelo para el lado” “that’s aarron” “aha him, he came back single to no?” you nodded “so doesn’t that mean they stay together” you sit up a little and start moving your hands rapidly as you explain “normally yes, but aaron was an ass at casa amore and got with Daniela, despite having been with kaylor since day one, so when Kaylor found our threw a picture she was rightfully pissed, so on recoupling day she said she was staying single but not going back to be a couple with Aaron, but when Aaron walked in and saw her standing alone, he was all giddy thinking she stayed loyal to him, only to then find out she didn’t want to couple up again and preferred to be single”

Alexia nodded slowly not fully understanding everything you had said “and you like this kind of shows” you looked offended, like actually, not some joke thing to get a rise out of her but actually offended, like she had insulted your family “how dare you, this is peak television, I mean the drama alone, plus where else are you going to see a grown man ball his eyes out for a girl he met like two days ago, and make a whole spectacle about him leaving, only to then forget about her and kinda try again with his og couple, who played a big part in Andrea leaving” you took a deep breathe before continuing “and he had even chewed her out for it”.

Alexia just laughed again before saying “I just don’t get it”, you sat up straighter looking at her properly “you don’t have to get it tho, the whole point of watching something like this is to just shut off your brain for a bit and just let yourself have a laugh and even get annoyed by the idiotic actions of people you don’t even know”.

She still didn’t get it but she also didn’t push either, it clearly made you happy in some weird way, and if she was being honest it was a little entertaining. She watched you settle properly back into the bed for approximately two seconds before you sprung back up again “ohhh and I forgot to tell you when the whole Andrea getting dumped from the island thing was happening, Aaroon was crying his eyes out too, because he didn’t want Rob to leave. And I don’t mean a few stray tears he was full on ugly crying while embracing Rob begging him to think about it and not leave like this… wait I’ll show, it was all over tik tok, people even started making edits of them with Aaron looking likes he’s yearning for Rob and shit”.

You went down this whole love island tik tok rabbit hole showing Alexia a bunch of videos, most of with she didn’t understand but she didn’t stop or interrupt you either. At one point she just gave up on understanding and instead fixed her gaze on you, she watched your side profile, watched how your eyebrows raised lightly when a video of a fight at the fire pit appeared, watched you laugh at a video of the PPG best one liners, even mouthing some of them silently.

She thought she was being subtle but it seems she was mistaken. “I can feel you staring you know” you said as you flicked off your phone and turned to look at her. A faint blush appeared on her cheeks from being caught “I’m wasn’t starring” “uhuh so what where you doing then?” “I was just… uhm…” “staring at me?” you interrupt her, pushing a stray hair behind her ear “it’s okay I don’t mind … as long as I get to return the favor” you say while letting your eyes sweep over her, when your gaze return to her face, you end up locked in a tension filled starring match, you note the exact moment when her brows furrows, clearly having hundreds of thought stirring in her head.

You lift you index finger and not so gently thunk it in between her brows, she rubs at the spot lightly before asking you “what did you do that for?” you shrug “you were thinking too hard, and if im not mistaken the whole point of me being here is to distract you from that”.

Silence engulfs you and your eyes settle on hers once more, you both stay completely still for a moment before you ever so slowly start leaning in, you give her enough time to pull back, but Alexia doesn’t, she instead lets you pull her in. Your lips move tentatively at first testing the waters and making sure that this was okay. It was slow and careful at first but once you feel her hand come to rest on the nape of your neck and feel the vibration of a strangle whimper that gets caught in her throat, your mind goes into overdrive and you kiss her harder.

What started out as a shy and tentative kiss quickly turns into something hungry and passion driven, you’ve wanted to do this ever since that night and now you’re showing her with your lips just how much you’ve wanted her. You break the kiss for a second to roll both of you over so that alexia is now laying on her back and you’re on top of her.

The second you settle on top of her your lips are back on hers. You run your tongue against her bottom lip asking for entry, which she grants immediately. And, unlike the first time, there is no fight for dominance, Alexia instead settles her hands on your waist and just lets you control the pace, allowing you to take what you need from her.

You stay like that for a little while, just lazily making out and savoring the taste of each other. Alexia is the one to break the kiss, pulling back a little to gather her breath again. You take that moment to start trailing sloppy kisses from her cheek to her neck, nipping, kissing and lightly biting at her exposed throat.

One of your hands makes its way under her shirt and up the expanse of her torso as you continue to suck gently at her neck. The second your hands reach her breast Alexia is harshly reminded of the reality of your situation. It was easy to forget about everything else and just give in to you when your lips where locked and her mind was barely getting enough oxygen. But now as she lays starring up at the ceiling with you groping at her chest and nipping at her neck, it’s like a dump truck just ran over her and all her doubts and worries start settling back into her head.

“Para” it came out as barely understandable whisper that didn’t quite reach your ears.

“Para y/n” she said this time harder while lightly pushing you away. The second you heard and understood the words, you pulled your hands back and snapped your head up so fast, that if it had been under any other circumstance it would've made Alexia chuckle.

The 180 from you was instant, your gaze went from lustful to one of deep worry, with your eyes scanning her face anxiously.

“Did I do something wrong, was it to fast, did you not want me to… fuck I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to…” a million concerned questions where flying out of your mouth, you obviously wanted alexia but you didn’t want to ever feel forced or uncomfortable. To stop your worried rambling gently placed her hand on your cheek and softly stroked it with her thumb, effectively calming you down.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, It’s just…” she pauses for a second dropping her hand and letting out a huff “I can’t do this, we can’t do this” a look of realization washes over your face “we can do whatever we want Alexia”, “alright, we shouldn’t do this then” “why not? we are both adults, we're free to do whatever we’d like” she lets out another soft breath trying to organize her thoughts.

“it’s not that simple guijarrito, I’m your captain, you’re one of my closest friends little sister and the whole age gap thing” you sit up still on top her and run a hand through your hair before continuing “I don’t give a damn about any of that, I want you Alexia and I’m here telling you that I want you, everyone else outside this room doesn’t have a say in that” “I get that but it’s just…” “It’s just what Alexia?, forget for second about the optics, the opinions, your last name, my last name, just forget about all of it, right now, here in this room, what do you want, don’t think about should or shouldn’t, right or wrong, just tell me do you want me too? If not, ill walk away, and well just forget this ever happened, we’ll be friends or just teammates, whatever you want Ale”

Alexia looked at you, siting on top of her, with an expression that displayed nothing but sincerity, there was no teasing smirk, no hidden innuendo in your words, instead it was you laying yourself bare and handing her all the power. She also understood that you would stay true to your word no matter if it hurt you.

She was conflicted she did want you, but admitting she wanted you came with thousands of disastrous outcomes. “I… I…” She hesitated not knowing what to do, she always had to be this great figure instead of a normal person, being held to these imposable standards that felt like a noose around her neck, but when she was with you the world seemed to fade away and she could breathe.

“I just can’t y/n… I can’t forget about what’s outside that door, about the optics, about the press, I can’t forget about anything” silence engulfed you afterwards with neither of you knowing what to say next.

You were the one to break the silence, gently moving off of her and settling beside her “ok”, “ok?” “yeah its ok… so what so you want us to be for now, friends, teammates, mere acquaintances, admired and admirer, doomed star crossed lovers?” she chuckled, two seconds ago you had laid yourself bare before her and now you were back to cracking jokes.

She paused for a second and really looked at you, the easy answer was being simply teammates, for her to leave no room for future flirting and what not, but she didn’t want easy, at least not if it meant losing the peace she had with you. “friends” she finally said, was she going to regret her decision in the future? probably, did that matter to her in the moment? hell no.

You looked at her, letting your eyes scan her face to make sure this was truly what she wanted and not what she felt obliged to pick. After deciding that she seemed sincere you spoke “Ok, so were friends… for now” “for now?” “yeah you’ve peaked my interest reina so I guess I’m playing the long game”. You didn’t leave room for argument, you simply picked up the discarded laptop and pressed play again.

A/N: pulled a bit of a disappearing act for a second there, because life was, and still is, kicking my ass.

#jul26 #ap&reader #auxilium25

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Holding a Grudge Part 2 | Alessia Russo

Summary: After Y/n's talk with Alessia, the two begin to form a friendship, but things get complicated for Y/n when old feelings began to rise up again.

Word Count: 7.8k

Warnings/Content: none

The next morning, Y/n awoke to the sound of her alarm blaring. She groaned as she pushed the duvet aside, stretching her arms above her head and extending her legs, opening her eyes. Then, she performed the same routine she did every early morning:

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

She sat up, swung her legs over the side of the bed and pushed herself to a standing position. It had become the foolproof way for her to get up and out of bed on dark mornings without any time to think about how much she'd rather stay under the covers.

As she went through the motions of her morning routine (shower, style hair, put on training gear, brush teeth, pack bag), Y/n began to feel a little nervous about the day ahead of her. The last time everyone had seen her, she had screamed at a fellow teammate before storming out of her other teammates' house, and then proceeded to miss a day of training under her captain's orders. It had the potential to be awkward at best and intimidating at worst.

Y/n drove into the Training Centre at 8 am. The nerves were still there, but, more importantly, she was ravenous. She made her way to the canteen, where she plated herself up scrambled eggs and toast, before grabbing a tub of fruit. She sat down at an empty table by the windows and picked up a strawberry. Before it had even reached her lips, the chair opposite her was pulled out, and Kim, who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, set down her tray and took a seat.

"Well?" she asked. "How'd it go yesterday with Less?"

"Good," she replied simply, popping the strawberry into her mouth.

"Good? Y/n, the last time I saw you, you were screaming in her face while she was already crying. You're going to need to give me more than good."

Y/n sighed. She should have known better than to give a one-word answer.

"It went well. Genuinely well. She invited me in, and we talked about everything. I ended up staying there and keeping her company until the evening."

Kim's eyes widened at the last part.

"Well, I wasn't expecting that."

Y/n smiled at her.

"Honestly, neither was I."

"So, you two are okay?"

"Yeah."

"And you apologised?"

"I did."

"Properly?"

She nodded.

"And you're not planning to be disrespectful to her when she returns?"

She shook her head. "No, absolutely not. Also, she's planning to come back today."

"She is? But she said she'd stay off until the game."

"I think being stuck at home alone with nothing to do is making things worse for her," Y/n explained. "She needs distraction, not to be sat on the couch half-watching the TV while she asks herself why she wasn't enough for that asshole."

Kim sat back at that and thought about her words for a moment before responding.

"Y/n, I can't believe I'm saying this, but, for once, I have to say that I very much agree with your thoughts on Alessia. You're correct. She needs her community. Maybe now you can be a part of it."

Maybe I can, she thought.

Breakfast was followed by a tactical meeting to discuss plans for the weekend match against Man United. Halfway through the meeting, Jonas called Alessia to the front of the room.

"Alessia and I were chatting last week about her former team, and I think she should tell you what she knows about each player's style of play and what we need to look out for."

Alessia, who still looked physically and emotionally exhausted, seemed taken aback by this, but she began to calmly go through her memories of the players. As Y/n listened to her, really listened, she started to realise just how observant she was. Alessia knew every strength and weakness of all her former teammates. She knew how they'd plan to defend against Arsenal, what tricks they could try, what would drain their energy, and how they could throw them off.

"So, I think if we keep these things in mind, we'll be in with a good shot at winning," she said, giving her teammates a half-smile.

After the meeting, the team headed to the changing rooms to put their boots on and get ready for a practice match. They quickly headed out onto the pitch and began to play. So far, Y/n hadn't spoken much to her other teammates. She could tell by the looks that some of them were giving her, particularly Katie, Caitlin, Leah and Lotte, that they weren't thrilled to see her. She wondered what she could do to reassure them that things between her and Alessia were okay. As they walked back into the changing room, she found an opportunity. While she was taking her inhaler, Katie spoke up in front of the group.

"Less, your analysis of United's playing style was pure class," Katie said, putting her arm around her shoulder. "Wasn't she great?"

The others nodded.

"I think after that they'd better watch out," Leah joked. "Seriously, Less, your attention to detail in each player's style is incredible."

Alessia blushed softly.

"Thanks, Lee," she smiled.

"Yeah, I agree," Y/n spoke up. She felt Leah tense beside her, expecting her words to be sarcastic. The others exchanged worried glances at each other.

"No, genuinely, I do," she clarified. "I didn't realise how knowledgeable you were about United. It really boosted my confidence for the game."

Alessia looked surprised at her words.

"Thanks, Y/n. That means a lot."

They spent an hour in the gym before heading to the showers before lunch. As she was sitting alone putting her clothes back on, Leah sat down beside her in a towel.

"So, what's with your words of praise for Less today?" she asked.

Y/n shrugged. "I spent the day at hers yesterday. We talked. Made up."

"You did what now?"

"Kim suggested, or, well, forced me to apologise. She told me Alessia would be at home and gave me her address. I went over, we chatted about what happened back then and what's happened since, and then I just kept her company. You know, cause of the break-up."

"Wow. That's- That's not something I ever expected. Although I'm glad it happened, especially after Tuesday. You know, I never knew that story about you coming out to her. I asked you so many times what your problem was with her, and you never gave me an answer. I never thought I'd find out by you screaming the truth at her in front of us all."

Y/n sighed. "Yeah, me neither. Beth and Viv were the only ones who knew."

"Wait. Beth and Viv knew, and I didn't? How?"

"Beth invited me over for dinner a couple of weeks ago. She asked me about it, and I think in that moment I realised I needed to tell someone. I'd never told anyone that story before in my life. For 11 years, I'd sat in the shame of her reaction. I think that's why I exploded on Tuesday."

Leah nodded. "Makes sense. So, what's up with you two then?"

"What do you mean?

Leah shrugged. "I mean, today is the first time I've heard you say something nice to her. I'm just wondering what your relationship is now."

"Well, I understand her better now. And I- I think I could forgive her. I mean, don't get me wrong, it still hurts to think about, but I don't see the same person when I look at her as I did two days ago."

"That's a very big change. Was that just from talking to her?"

She shook her head.

"No. Well, not exactly."

Leah stared at her.

"Well, go on," she urged her.

"After we talked, we matched a movie. She fell asleep towards the end. I went into her bedroom, 'cause I remembered overhearing her say she had a bookshelf in her room, and I figured I could pass the time by reading. At that point, I was already feeling different about things, but still confused as to how exactly I felt. Then I saw a photo on her dresser. It was a Colts team photo from the month before I came out to her...All these years, I'd been so focused on the fact that I was just a kid when I was told that who I was wasn't okay, that I forgot to remember that she was also a kid. I told her I saw it before I left. She said she was influenced by other people's opinions. It makes sense. I mean, who isn't at that age? So, I want to get to know Alessia the woman instead of staying angry at Alessia the child who didn't know any better."

Leah took a swig of the water bottle in her backpack.

"You know, Y/n. That might be the realest shit you've ever said. I'm glad you and Less talked. I always thought you two would really get on if you just got over whatever your issue with her was. Maybe you'll be besties now," she teased.

Y/n rolled her eyes. "Don't think you'd be too pleased about that, Williamson."

Leah squeezed her bottle until the water sprayed on Y/n's face.

"Alright, enough. Let me get dressed because I am so hungry right now."

After lunch, different players had different plans to follow. Y/n had been experiencing some tightness in her ankle on and off, so she was headed to physio for a massage. When she got there, she found that Alessia was also receiving treatment. They sat beside each other as the physios massaged her ankle and Alessia's calf, respectively. After the session, they were free to go for the day.

"You headed home?" Alessia asked her as they walked down the corridor together.

Y/n nodded. "Yeah. You?"

Alessia nodded back. "Same. I'm going to pack away all of Patrick's belongings and leave them outside for him to collect."

Y/n winced. "That sounds rough."

"It is, but it's what I need if I'm going to heal. Anyway, have you got any plans yourself?"

"Well, someone lent me this great book yesterday that I think I'm going to read some more of," she grinned.

Alessia smiled back at her. "That sounds like a nice plan. I was hooked on that book when I read it. I couldn't put it down."

"I read another 30 pages when I got home last night," she confessed. "You have good taste. I might have to borrow another once I'm finished."

Alessia looked into her eyes as they walked.

"You'd be welcome to."

The United match went well, with Arsenal coming away with a 2-0 win, both goals scored by Alessia. Training became easier as she and Y/n began to form somewhat of a friendship. England camp came and went without issue, and soon enough, they were about to go on the end-of-year break.

The last day of training of the year was just meetings to discuss the plans for the next part of the season and to let players book in with the physios and nutritionists if necessary. When she was let go for the day, Y/n walked out into the car park and headed to her car. As she put her hand on the driver's side door handle, she heard a voice call out behind her.

"Y/n, wait!"

She turned around to see Alessia walking quickly towards her.

"Oh, hey," she said as Alessia caught up to her.

"Hi, um, one sec." Alessia unzipped her bag and reached in and produced an envelope, handing it to her.

Y/n grabbed it with a confused look on her face.

"It's a Christmas card," Alessia explained. "I just, well, I wanted to say thank you for sorting things out with me. I'm glad that we get along now."

"That's really thoughtful. Thanks, Less."

"You've never called me that before."

"Well, I figured I was allowed to now."

Alessia nodded. "Yeah. You are."

"So," Y/n spoke carefully, "How are you doing, Less?"

"I'm better than I was. Lotte was spending a lot of time at mine for a while there trying to help me out with all my...emotions. But I feel like I can breathe easier now. I'm excited for next year, for a new chapter."

Alessia did genuinely appear to be doing better. For the past week or so, she had looked a lot healthier; she was lifting with more ease at the gym, and she had been laughing more. Y/n hoped that it would only continue. She liked seeing Alessia like this. It was good to see her moving on, but she still felt the need to offer some support.

"You know, if you ever need anything, I'm here," she assured her.

Alessia gave her a soft smile.

"Thank you. Actually, there is something I was debating mentioning to you."

"Oh. What's up?" she asked, leaning against her car.

"Well, you've been borrowing my books a lot."

This was true. Y/n was borrowing one book per week from Alessia at this rate.

"So?" Y/n urged her on.

"I was just thinking that it might be a nice idea for us to start a two-person book club. You know, since we seem to like the same style of writing. I mean, we could ask the others to join later, but I've not read since the break-up, and I'm looking for an accountability partner."

"That sounds like a great idea. I'd be more than happy to be your accountability partner."

"Cool. It's a plan then. Shall we make it a New Year's resolution?"

"We shall," Y/n smiled.

Alessia nodded. "I look forward to it. Um, well, I'd better go. Have a good Christmas."

"You too. Take care of yourself."

"I will. I promise."

The holidays were quiet. Y/n was grateful for the time to rest. On Christmas Eve night, as she lay in her childhood bedroom, she thought back on the season so far. There had been ups and downs, but she felt that the team were doing well and she was having a good season. She also reflected on her relationships at Arsenal. She had gotten closer with the wider staff team, with some of them being people she was now, after over a year at the club, comfortable calling friends. Then there were her teammates. The year before had been all about making friends and building her connections with her fellow Lionesses in the squad. This season so far had been about growing those connections even further, not just for success on the pitch, but because she genuinely cared about them. And, of course, there was Alessia. The girl she had held a grudge over for so long was now a woman she considered a friend. She decided that for the rest of the season, she was going to make a real effort to grow that friendship in particular. They had missed out on the chance to be true friends before, so it was important that they didn't waste the opportunity now.

At 7pm on New Year's Eve, as she sat in her living room, having returned to her North London apartment, Leah texted her.

Leah: A few of us are celebrating New Year's tonight. You're coming.

Y/n: Do I not get a choice?

Leah: No. Also, Less will be there. Just saying.

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows at the message. Why was Alessia's presence at this hangout being framed as her motivation to turn up? Nevertheless, she figured that she'd better get ready.

Y/n: Let me know where you're headed.

She stepped into the bar at 9pm. Although it was a quieter spot than most of the bars in London would be tonight, it still seemed packed out with the Arsenal team and staff. Y/n figured one of her teammates must have reserved the place for them.

"Hey. Nice of you to make it," Leah said, sliding one arm around Y/n's shoulders, the other holding a bottle of beer.

"Well, it's not like I had a choice according to you."

Leah grinned. "And yet you're the last one to get here. C'mon, I saved you a seat at my table."

As they walked through the bar, Y/n noticed Alessia sitting with Lotte and Kyra. Alessia looked up as they walked past and gave Y/n a wave. Y/n waved back at her.

Leah's table, it turned out, consisted of her, Katie, Caitlin, and Lia. They chatted as a group for a while before Lia excused herself to go get another drink, and Katie and Caitlin started flirting with each other.

Y/n grimaced.

"Not a fan of watching a happy couple while painfully single, huh?" Leah asked.

"Love is gross."

Leah laughed. "I agree, but maybe that attitude is why we're still single."

Y/n thought about that for a moment.

"You might have a point there, Williamson."

Leah turned herself around to face Y/n.

"Alright, let's make a deal."

Y/n narrowed her eyes.

"This feels like a bad idea already."

"Just trust me."

"Okay, fine. What deal do you want to make?"

"Next New Year's, you and I will both be in happy, healthy, stable relationships."

Y/n scoffed. "Yeah, right. And what happens if we don't?"

"If we're both single, we have to make everyone who's happily in a relationship tease us all night. If only one of us is single, then that person will have to deal with the teasing alone."

"So the possibility of getting bullied by our teammates is our motivator?"

Leah nodded. "Yes, exactly. So, deal?" she asked, extending her arm out for Y/n to shake her hand.

Y/n looked at Leah's hand and sighed. "Fine. Deal."

She shook her hand.

The evening went on, and Y/n felt herself grow a little disappointed at how the team seemed to be sticking in their groups, not moving from their tables. She had hoped to get talking to Alessia as she had been reading a book over the holidays that she thought her friend would like and was hoping to tell her about it. As her mind drifted to the novel, she saw Alessia, head down and shoulders tensed, walk out the side door to the small outdoor seating area. She felt herself rise from the table before her brain could think too much about her actions.

"Heading somewhere?" Leah asked her, confused by her sudden movement.

"I'm going to check on Less. She seems a bit stressed."

Leah gave her a gentle smile, a look of something unreadable in her eyes.

"Oh, how times have changed."

"Shut up, Williamson."

Leah laughed and shoved her playfully.

"Go check on her then. I'm sure she'll appreciate your concern."

Y/n walked over to the door, slipping outside. The air was cool, and she immediately regretted not putting her coat on before coming out. As she shivered in the doorway, she saw Alessia sitting on a wooden bench to her right, a canopy above her sheltering her from the light drizzle of rain. Alessia looked up as she walked over.

"What are you doing out here?" Alessia asked.

Y/n shrugged, sitting down beside her.

"I saw you come out here looking a bit...stressed. I just wanted to check if you were alright."

Alessia's eyes widened slightly at her words.

"Oh. Um, I- I guess I'm okay."

Y/n raised an eyebrow at her.

"That's not a very convincing answer, Less."

Alessia sighed.

"I just remembered last New Year's, and the one before that, and the one before that..."

"Are you thinking about him?" Y/n asked, careful to avoid his name in case it would hurt Alessia.

She sighed, nodding slightly.

"You know, since my late teens, I've always had a New Year's kiss, and it was always him. We were together for so long, and now I'm out here on my own, and I'm scared. I'm scared because we built something and then one day he just decided he didn't want it anymore...How am I supposed to trust anyone in the future? How am I supposed to let someone in and believe them when they say they love me and want to grow with me?"

It was Y/n's turn to sigh now. Two years ago, on New Year's Eve 2021, she had celebrated with her then-girlfriend. Although their relationship wasn't as long as Alessia's, Y/n had been convinced that they were going somewhere until she abruptly ended things the following April. Since then, Y/n hadn't had much trust in the dating world herself.

"Honestly, Less, I'm still trying to figure that one out myself," she admitted.

"I just keep seeing Katie and Caitlin in there looking all loved up, and it scares me that I don't have that anymore. I'm out here on my own for the first time as an adult."

"Maybe that's not a bad thing, Less."

"What do you mean?" Alessia asked her, a confused look on her face.

Y/n shrugged again.

"Well, being single can help you find out a lot about yourself. When you aren't living for someone else, when you're making your decisions for yourself, you can feel empowered. I think everyone should be single at some point in their 20s."

"I suppose you're right. I just- I just miss being held sometimes," Alessia admitted shyly.

Y/n grinned.

"What? What's so funny about me being touch-starved?" Alessia asked, frowning.

Y/n opened her arms.

"C'mon Russo, bring it in."

Alessia rolled her eyes, but Y/n could see the corners of her lips lifting into a gentle smile. She leaned into Y/n, throwing an arm around her and resting her head on her shoulder. Y/n gave her a tight squeeze.

"You may be single, Less, but you'll never have to do life alone so long as you're part of this team. All those women in there want the best for you. So do I."

Alessia nuzzled her head into the crook of Y/n's neck.

"Thank you," she sighed. "I'm so glad we finally got to know each other after all these years."

"Less?"

"Yeah?"

Alessia removed her head from Y/n's shoulder to look at her.

"I know we're good, but I never told you how I feel about the past now. I just want you to know that I forgive you. Completely."

Alessia stared at her for a few seconds. At first, it was hard to read how she was feeling, but then Y/n saw tears forming in her eyes, her bottom lip beginning to quiver.

"That's the best end to this year I could ask for," she whispered.

The season kicked off again, and Y/n fell back into the routine that she thrived on. In addition to her usual schedule, she also met with Alessia once a week for their two-person book club. As they had some weekday evening matches, they didn't have a set time to meet each week; instead, once they had both confirmed they were finished, they would either hang out in one or the other's apartment or sit in a coffee shop after training. Y/n liked having something in her weekly routine that didn't involve football. It was nice to have something that was simply a hobby that she could also share with a friend.

January was long, but eventually it passed, and February began. Y/n walked through the doors to the Training Centre on Thursday the 8th with determination. Today was Alessia's birthday, and she wanted to be the first to hand her a gift. As she walked into the canteen with the gift bag in her hand, she spotted Alessia by the toaster. She made a beeline for her.

"Hey!" she greeted her, smiling.

Alessia turned around to face her.

"Hi!" she smiled back.

Y/n lifted the gift bag up.

"Happy birthday, Less," she grinned.

"Oh," Alessia said, eyes widening and her eyebrows raised, "Is that - Did you get me a present?"

Y/n nodded. "Yeah. Of course I did."

Alessia accepted the gift bag.

"Thank you. This is so sweet, Y/n. I really wasn't expecting this."

Just then, her toast popped up. Alessia plated it up along with the rest of the food on her plate.

"I'll save you a seat beside me," she smiled as she turned to walk away.

Y/n sat down beside her with her breakfast a few minutes later. Beth and Viv were sitting opposite them.

"So, who has already given you a present before 9 am?" Beth asked teasingly.

Alessia nudged Y/n.

"This one."

"Oh."

Beth sounded surprised by this revelation.

"What?" Alessia asked. "You know we're friends."

Beth nodded as she looked between them with an unreadable expression on her face. "Yeah, you sure are."

Y/n was confused by her reaction, but she shrugged it off.

Alessia glanced at Y/n, as if asking for permission to open her gifts.

Y/n nodded.

She started with the card. Y/n had picked out an Arsenal card, partly as a joke, and partly to remind her of what she said at New Year's about the team having her back. Inside, she wrote a few simple lines expressing how she felt about thier friendship.

To Less, I'm so honoured to be celebrating your birthday with you after all these years. I hope your day is as wonderful as you (and I'm sure it will be since you're stuck at training with all of us :) ). Thank you for being such an amazing friend and book club partner.

Y/n

Next, Alessia picked up a small package and unwrapped it to reveal a glass bookmark with pressed flowers.

"Oh, this is beautiful, Y/n."

She pulled out the other package which was bigger and unwrapped it to reveal 3 books.

"I had a look to see if there were any books that matched your taste that you'd not yet read that we could add to the list. I got myself copies too."

"I'm so excited for book club tonight," Alessia grinned at her.

Beth and Viv exchanged a glance with each other.

"Book club?" Beth asked. "You two are going to the same book club? I didn't know this."

"Babe..." Viv whispered almost cautiously.

Alessia giggled. "It's fine. We, well, we're actually the only two members."

Beth's eyebrows practically raised past her hairline at that.

"Come again?"

Viv suddenly became very interested in the scrambled egg left on her plate.

"So, I was wanting to get into a proper reading routine this year, so I asked Y/n to start a book club with me. Every week we choose a book to read, and then we meet up the following week to discuss it. It's been going really well."

"Right, well, that's- that's-"

"Lovely," Viv spoke up. "It's really lovely that you two get to share your love of reading with each other."

"Yep," Beth nodded. "That's what I was going to say."

A few hours later, Y/n was sitting with Alessia on their lunch break when Lotte came through the door holding a cake with lit candles on top. Their teammates around them started singing happy birthday, and Y/n watched Alessia's face as her eyes lit up and her smile grew wide on her face. Lotte set the cake down on the table, and the others walked over and stood around.

"Alright, Less, it's time to make a wish," Leah announced.

"Not that you need to wish for everything because you're already living your dream by being in a team with us," Kyra joked.

Alessia threw her head back, laughing at that. Y/n watched as her eyes sparkled, as she giggled softly, a gentle blush creeping up her cheeks. She stared at her as she lifted her hands and moved her stray hairs behind her ears, leaning down and blowing out the candles before looking back up at her teammates and grinning.

Y/n felt a strange warmth spread throughout her body as she watched. Her heartbeat sped up slightly, and she felt the smile on her own face growing just looking at her.

Alessia's eyes were so blue, her blonde hair so soft, her hands so gentle. Her laugh was infectious. It was sweet in the way only she could be.

As Lotte produced a knife and began to cut the cake into slices, Y/n began to panic. She recognised this feeling. She'd felt it before, all those years ago at Cliffe Woods Colts.

No, she thought. I don't. I can't. This isn't real.

But it was.

Here she was, over 11 years later, crushing on Alessia Russo once again.

Her hand shook as she knocked on Alessia's door that evening. Alessia opened the door and led her to the couch, her copy of the book of the week already sitting on the coffee table.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I was obsessed with this one," Alessia grinned at her.

They began their discussion, and Y/n tried her best not to think about the revelation she'd had at lunchtime, which was hard because Alessia was right beside her and, the more she looked at her, the more she listened to her talk, the more they looked into each other's eyes, the more Y/n could feel herself spiralling. Her heart rate had increased, and she was trying to hide the shake in her hands and how clammy she was getting. She was almost relieved when she got up to leave.

Just a few more seconds and I'll be downstairs, and I'll not have to think about this until tomorrow, she thought to herself.

"Oh, actually, I wanted to ask you something," Alessia began.

Y/n felt her heart sink.

"Yeah?"

"Do you have Valentine's plans?" she asked, smiling.

Y/n felt a sense of doom at whatever was coming next. She shook her heaad, not able to get out a simple "no".

"Well, then, you're coming over, and I'm making you dinner."

Y/n swallowed and forced herself to respond, her throat threntening to tighten as she did.

"Less, you don't have to do that."

"You're right, I don't, but I want to. I don't want to be alone with my thoughts on Valentine's and you've been so supportive since the break up, plus you're also single, so I would like to do this for you."

Y/n nodded quickly. "Okay, sure."

Alessia smiled. "Great. I'll let you know a time next week then."

For the whole 6 days until Valentine's, Y/n couldn't get Alessia off her mind. It didn't help that they were constantly around each other at work. She couldn't believe she had managed to start falling for her straight friend that she'd crushed on over a decade ago. It was embarrassing, and she cursed herself for it over and over.

She thought about telling Leah and allowing her to provide some of her wisdom, but the thought of saying the words out loud made her panic, and this wasn't something she wanted to send in a text.

Wednesday rolled around, and she found herself back at Alessia's door. They'd decided on Monday that they'd double up Valentine's and book club this evening, planning to discuss the book after dinner.

Alessia greeted her with a hug and insisted she sit down until dinner was ready. Once she had finished cooking, Alessia set down two bowls of a pasta and sausage dish along with a bowl of parmesan and sat opposite her.

"I hope you like it," she said shyly.

Y/n tried to distract herself from how adorable she found this by scooping up some parmesan and sprinkling it over the dish. Then, she lifted up her fork and twirled some of the spaghetti around it, stabbing a piece of sausage before bringing it to her mouth.

It was full of flavour and everything tasted like it was cooked to perfection.

"Oh, wow, Less. This is gorgeous!"

Alessia blushed slightly.

"Thanks. I'm so glad you approve. And thanks for agreeing to this. I really like having you over here, and it's really nice to share Valentine's with someone new."

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, no problem. I'm glad to be here."

Alessia smiled.

"So," Y/n said, digging her fork back into the bowl, "How are you doing today? Has it been okay? It must be hard to have just celebrated your first birthday after the break-up and have Valentine's the next week."

"I was worried about last week and today, but, honestly, I've been so focused on the love that I do have and the people currently in my life that I haven't had much time to feel sad. On Thursday, I woke up and thought about all the times we'd celebrated my birthday together, and I felt really, really alone. But then I went to training, and the second I walked into the canteen, Kim hugged me, and then you came in with that gift bag, and then Lotte walked in at lunch with the cake, and I just thought to myself that I'm so lucky to have so much platonic love in my life. So I think I'm okay being single today, because I don't feel like I'm missing something in the way I was back then in November. It doesn't hurt the same anymore. I'm healing, slowly, but I'm definitely healing."

Y/n nodded. "I'm glad to hear that."

She continued on with the rest of the evening, trying not to think about the fact that with each passing moment she was falling even further.

Time moved on, and Y/n found herself growing more and more frustrated by the feelings she had for Alessia. She distracted herself as much as possible when alone and tried not to look at Alessia too often when they were around each other. She wondered how she could get over it, wondered if it might just be a fleeting interest that would die out soon or whether she'd need to work to get over it. One thing she promised herself, though, was that, no matter what, she was not going to tell anyone how she felt.

It all came to a head in April.

She went to England camp in late March. They had 2 Euros qualifying matches in early April, the first against Sweden at home, and the second against Ireland in Dublin. Y/n liked England camp. It was a way to test herself, a way to reconnect with her international teammates, and reminded her that there was more to football than Arsenal. The match against Sweden ended in a frustrating draw, and then the team had a few days before they had to head to Dublin.

The evening before they left for Dublin, the team arranged a games night. Y/n was sitting watching her teammates come in, but there was no sign of Alessia.

Leah walked over to the table that Ella was sitting at.

"Where's your other half, Tooney?"

Ella laughed then turned turned serious.

"Okay, so, Less isn't coming."

"What do you mean she's not coming?" Leah asked. "I told you all tonight was game night, and there needed to be a very good reason for not showing up."

Ella grinned. "Well, she does have a pretty good reason."

Lotte, who had walked over, raised her eyebrows.

"And that would be?" she asked.

"So, Less and I were having a conversation the other night about how it's been over 5 months since she and Patrick broke up. I asked her if she'd like to put herself back out there, and she said she wasn't ready for a relationship yet, but she did feel like there were things she'd missed out on with being in a relationship for her entire adult life."

"Things?" Lotte asked, confused.

"One-night stands," Leah stated.

Ella nodded. "Yeah. So, I set up a profile for her the other night and, well, she's away to meet a guy tonight," she grinned.

Y/n felt her heart sink. She felt sweaty all of a sudden, and her chest began to tighten. She got up, grabbed a bottle of water and started chugging it.

"You alright there, Y/l/n?" Leah asked her.

She nodded. "Yeah. Never better. Right, so, what game do I need to beat you at?"

The evening was painfully slow, and Y/n struggled to concentrate on any of the games. She tossed and turned for 2 hours until she couldn't anymore. Unable to get the thought of what Alessia was doing with someone else out of her head, she went on a walk around the hotel spa. Then, she walked around the various floors. After what must have been 3 hours, she went back to her room. Finally, sometime after 5 am, she fell asleep.

The next morning, she walked down to breakfast in a daze and was met with a sight that put her off her food before she'd even had the chance to plate it up. Alessia was sitting with Ella, Leah, Beth, and Lotte, who were all teasing her about the previous night. She forced herself to find some food and sat opposite Lucy Bronze and Lauren James.

"Are you okay?" Lucy asked, noticing her demeanour.

"Fine, thanks," she responded, lifting up a spoonful of cereal.

"You look a little down, Y/n," Lauren said. "And you also looked down last night. Are you sure everything's alright?"

"I'm sure. Never better."

Lauren and Lucy exchanged a glance with each other before deciding to drop the questioning, much to Y/n's relief.

The flight to Dublin was quick. When they reached the hotel, they went straight to lunch, followed by a meeting and last-minute prep for tomorrow's game. After dinner, Y/n had planned to go back up to her room and try to find something to distract herself from her thoughts about Alessia, when she noticed someone staring at her from across the bar.

She was beautiful. Long, dark hair and tanned skin, a collection of tattoos on her forearm, and a tight black dress.

Y/n walked over and sat in the seat beside her.

"Hey, I'm Y/n", she said, reaching her hand out.

The woman smiled, shaking her hand. "I know. I recognised you."

Y/n grinned. "So, what about you?"

"What about me?"

"Yeah, what's your name? What's your backstory? What brings ou here this evening?"

She laughed. "Wow, you're really interested in knowing all of that?"

Y/n nodded.

"I'm Camila. I work in marketing. I'm from Barcelona, but I've lived here for the past five years. And, I'm here because I was supposed to have a date with a woman I met at another bar last week, but it looks like she'd stood me up."

"Well," Y/n said, turning towards her further. "I think she made a terrible mistake."

The rest of the night went by in a blur of lust. She kissed Camila at the bar, then took her up to their room, where they had sex, and she stayed the night. In the morning, before Y/n had to meet the team for breakfast, she sneaked Camila out of her room.

Or, at least she tried to sneak her out.

Unfortunately for her, Leah happened to open her door just as they shared a kiss goodbye.

"Okay, what the hell was that?" Leah grinned, shoving her. "Did you have a one-night stand?"

Y/n forced a smile, but she could tell it didn't reach her eyes.

"Yeah. Just needed some fun."

Leah's grin turned into a frown as she studied her face.

"Are you alright, Y/n?"

She nodded, then spoke the same words she had to Lauren and Lucy.

"Never better."

She entered the changing room before the match with a determination to win. As she got changed into her kit, Alessia came over and started getting changed beside her.

Shit.

"Hey," she smiled. "I haven't seen much of you the past few days."

"You've been busy."

Alessia blushed. "Um, yeah, uh, it was alright," she frowned.

"That's a great review, Russo."

Alessia shuffled awkwardly and she took off her T-shirt.

"Okay, whatever. What about you? Have I missed anything interesting?"

Y/n nodded. "Well, I followed in your footsteps last night."

"You slept with someone?"

Y/n nodded. "Yeah, a woman who'd been stood up at the hotel bar. It was good. Really good."

Alessia adjusted her shirt.

"You didn't strike me as the type to have sex with a stranger," she admitted.

"Well, you didn't strike me as one either."

Alessia shrugged. "Fair point. Okay, enough about our sex lives, let's get ready to crush McCabe."

And crush her, they did. The Lionesses came away with a 2-0 win, but Y/n wasn't feeling very thrilled. She walked around shaking the hands of the Irish players.

"What's with the long face?" Katie asked. "Thought you'd be delighted at beating us."

She shrugged. "Just distracted."

Katie squeezed her bicep. "Something's not right with you. I can tell."

"I'm fine."

Katie shook her head. "You're aren't."

Leah walked up and hugged Katie from behind.

"Guess who?" she laughed.

"For feck's sake, you've beaten us, and now you have to do this too?" Katie teased her.

"Don't act like you don't love your English teammate."

Katie rolled her eyes. "How are you?"

"Good. Missed you these past couple of weeks, though."

"Well, I'm glad one of you is good."

Leah raised her eyebrows.

"What?"

Katie nodded at Y/n.

"This one's claiming she's fine, but she doesn't look it."

Leah stared at Y/n.

"Yeah, she's right, you've seemed a little off these past few days."

Y/n huffed out a laugh.

"Well, I certainly wasn't off last night. At least not according to the sexy Spaniard that was in my bed."

Katie and Leah's mouths fell open.

"Sorry, what?"

"Y/n!"

"Anyway, gotta go," she said, turning and leaving her friends to process what she'd just told them.

That night, Y/n struggled to sleep again. She looked up the hotel's website and discovered that the pool was open 24/7. She got up out of bed, pulled on a sports bra and shorts, and headed downstairs.

She swam for a while before getting out and sitting on the edge of the pool. Water dripped from her hair into the pool.

"Thought I'd find you here."

Y/n turned around to see Leah standing behind her.

"How did you know I left my room?"

Leah sat down beside her, putting her legs in the water.

"Because I know you can't stay in bed when you can't sleep. And I know something's up with you, so I doubted you'd sleep easily."

"You know a little too much about me, Williamson," she sighed.

"I do. In fact, I think I know what's up with you."

Y/n felt her heart rate speed up again.

"Y/n, it's Less. Isn't it?"

Y/n stared at the water, afraid to meet Leah's eyes, afraid to do anything that would make this real.

"Y/n...It's okay."

"I- I don't like her. Not like that."

Leah sighed, leaning back on her elbows, still looking at Y/n.

"You almost had a panic attack when Tooney said she was with a man the other night. And then you hooked up with someone last night. I know you, Y/n. I know you haven't had sex since your last relationship ended. I know you don't sleep with strangers. You were trying to distract yourself from what Less was doing the night before by getting some action yourself."

Y/n pushed her wet fringe out of her face and wiped away the water on her cheeks. She looked up at the ceiling.

"She was my crush," she confessed, looking back at Leah.

"Was?" Leah asked, clearly confused.

"When I was younger. When I came out to her, I did so by telling her I liked a girl. Lee, she was the girl."

Leah's eyes widened.

"Oh."

"I didn't expect forgiving her and becoming her friend to cause those feelings to come back, but they did."

"How long have you felt these feelings?"

"Since her birthday. So, two months now. I was watching her react to everyone singing her happy birthday at lunch and, well, it just hit me."

Leah sucked in a breath.

"That's rough, man. I'm sorry."

Y/n shook her head.

"I deserve it. It's payback for how horrible I was to her all those years."

"You know," Leah started, sounding as if she was choosing her next words carefully. "Maybe what you need is to put yourself out there. Download an app or go to a gay bar and start talking to women who are actually attracted to women. Go on a date or two. Try making it work with someone instead of pining away for your new straight bestie or having a hook-up that'll only leave you full of regret later."

Y/n thought about Leah's words for a moment.

"Hmm, I guess you're right."

"I'm always right," Leah grinned. "Actually, did you bring your phone down here?"

Y/n shook her head.

"No, I left it in my room."

"Alright," Leah said, standing up and reaching her hands down to her. "Let's go."

"What?" Y/n asked, grabbing her hands. "What are you up to?"

"I'm going to make you a Raya profile. Then I'm going to do some swiping for you. And then all you have to do is text them and arrange some dates."

Y/n sat and watched as Leah created her profile and began swiping. Once she'd swiped through at least 100 profiles, she stopped.

"Okay, so you've already got your first match, and I'm sure there'll be more. Now, all you have to do is talk to them, and then when we're back in London in less than 24 hours, you can finally start moving on from this crush."

Once Leah left, Y/n lay in bed and tried to sleep.

Once again, sleep didn't come.

She grabbed her phone, planning to scroll on Instagram when she discovered a message on Raya.

She opened it up to find her first match. A woman called Amelia, who appeared to be some sort of fitness influencer. She was pretty, and she had kind eyes. Y/n tapped on the message icon and started typing.

Y/n: Hey. I see you're into fitness; me too.

Her phone buzzed almost immediately.

Amelia: I'd say you're more than into it. You're a footballer! You look very good in that pitchside photo, btw. ;)

They exchanged a few messages before the tiredness finally got her. As she let sleep take over, Y/n thought about Alessia, about her feelings, and about this match with Amelia. Maybe, just maybe, Amelia was her way out of this mess in her head.

a/n: Hope you enjoyed. I'm probably going to have a few very long chapters for this story instead of a lot of 3k-ish chapters.

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walshespasses

Off Limits

Chapter 1

Word Count: 3,450

Brazil felt exactly like Alexia had promised it would.

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lostatsea-blog

The Barcelona Years - Part 1

Alexia Putellas x Bronze Reader

Fluff/Comfort

This is a sequel to Something in the Air. It is set after Y/N moves to Barcelona and focuses on some of the early challenges the two of them face.

If you have read Something in the Air, I would love for you to give this new story a read.

Y/N finds the first training session with her new team challenging.

As the first rays of sun peaked above ground you found a sense of contentment fill your soul. Morning settled over the city with an ease that still caught you by surprise, slow and unhurried and giving you a moment to breathe.

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pt11s

let it be us (let it be home) - chapter 2

Summary: “I’m really good at beginnings. I love the spark of them. And I’m great at endings, because you can polish them until they look beautiful. But the middle… the middle is just hard. I get scared that the boredom means it’s dying, so I try to ruin it just to make it interesting again.”

You’re a writer who treats your own life like a draft you can edit, constantly trying to turn your relationship into a tragedy just so you can be the one to walk away first. But Alexia doesn’t do metaphors. She lives in a world of physical reality. When she’s tired or hurt, she doesn’t run away or wait for a grand speech, she just quietly shows up and does the work anyway. But she gets tired of waiting for you to stop running.

Word count: 4707 A/n: it's not going to be happy for a couple of chapters

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bonrussso

i'd love you to love me - alessia russo

༄ i want you to want me - cheap trick

༄ pairing - alessia russo x fem!reader

༄ series masterlist

synopsis - after weeks of mistaking love for kindness, alessia is finally forced to confront the truth she's somehow missed all along. and suddenly every small moment you've shared since you arrived means something different, and the thought of wanting you becomes far more frightening than admitting she's never felt this way about anyone before. (wc - 4.9k)

༄ notes - for @russotellas

༄ read more - masterlist

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bonrussso

birthday sex - alexia putellas

༄ birthday sex - jeremih

༄ pairing - alexia putellas x fem!reader

synopsis - what starts as a relaxing day out on the mediterranean turns into the perfect birthday celebration, making alexia realise there couldn't have been a better gift than spending it with you. (wc - 1.8k)

༄ notes - happy birthday to anyone who didn't receive a gift from me

༄ warnings - oral, scissoring, public (?) sex

༄ read more - masterlist

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marchaprilmaybe

put you on the altar | lucy bronze x ona batlle | ii.

Lucy wants to give up control, and Ona is more than happy to oblige her.

Content warnings - explicit sexual content, spanking, pussy spanking, strapping, light edging and orgasm denial, dom/sub dynamics, aftercare

18+, 12k words

Read here on AO3

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wosolovergirl

I’m straddling your lap, my thighs trembling from the effort of chasing friction you refuse to give me. Your hand is clamped around my throat, holding me exactly where you want me. Your voice is a constant stream of patronising little whispers, cruel laughter threaded through every word.

“You’re dripping for me, aren’t you? Look at you. Messy little thing.”

I rock forward, desperate, but you shift at the last second so I catch nothing but air. The hard ridge of the strap under your pants digs into my thigh when I move, taunting me with everything I can’t have yet. My whimper earns me another sharp laugh. Your other hand clamps down on my thigh, fingers biting into flesh, forcing me to stay put when all I want is to grind down until I break.

The ache becomes unbearable. I shove my hand into my own underwear, fingers sliding into heat so wet it makes an obscene noise in the silence between your taunts. What rips out of me next is primal, desperate, pure need spilling raw from my chest. My cheeks burn, shame clawing up my throat, but I can’t stop. I won’t stop.

“Oh my god,” you laugh, low and cruel, “go on, show me how easy you are."

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I rock frantically on my own hand, your grip never once easing. You don’t help me. You don’t soothe me. You don’t even move, except to squeeze my throat harder, reminding me who holds me here. The strap shifts beneath me with every frantic grind, thick and unyielding, waiting.

“Go on, make yourself messy. I’m not wasting the strap on you until you’re dripping for it.”

And then I can’t hold it anymore. My head tips back, baring my throat completely to you, a broken sound ripping from me as I come against my own hand, trembling and undone in your lap.

Your laugh is the last thing I hear, dark and satisfied. The promise of the strap pressing against me, still untouched.

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pt11s

let it be us (let it be home) - chapter 1

A/n: heavily inspired by Florence and the Machine's Music by Men. I don't know if I actually like the story or not.

Word count: 4250

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