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[mbsneur]

My Masterlist

My masterlist contains all the fics I have written and a WIP list. I would like to point out that I only write fics on request, so please send me a message with your request.

NSFW alphabet / WIPS

Alexia Putellas

Patri Guijarro

Misa Rodriguez

Cata Coll

Ona Batlle

Laia Codina

Alessia Russo

Alexia Putellas x Cata Coll x Jenni hermoso

Leah Williamson

Aitana Bonmati

Alessia Russo x Niamh Charles x Reader

Aggie Beever-Jones

Alexia Putellas x Ona Batlle

Lucy Bronze

[mbsneur]

I hope all of you are doing well :)

i miss some of my favorite writers WHERE ARE YOU ALL? i can't find anything good to read anymore

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https://www.tumblr.com/mbsneur/770385240418041856/hi-can-you-write-more-about-aggie-beever-jones-x?source=share

I forgot to say in the other ask I sent you but merry Christmas 🎄

Naww thank ya sweetie

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thank you when you have time it’s ok don’t worry about it. maybe a enemies to lovers ? Reader can be a new transfer player from a rival (arsenal maybe) and things don’t start great but they realize that the feelings for each other are not all negative. Maybe some smut in the end…

It‘s on my list 📝

Thank you

[mbsneur]

hi, can you write more about Aggie Beever jones x reader? I saw that you like detailed asks but I would really love for you to be creative and write about anything you want. Thanks for your time.

hey✋🏽, i would love to write about aggie but i just don't have time at the moment due to christmas stress etc. it would still be better for me if you gave me some kind of plotwist because like i said i only write detailed fics :)

happy christmas time🩷

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In The Back Of My Mind, There’s You (Alessia Russo x McCabe!Reader)

From The Pretender universe

Based on this request MDNI 18+ SMUT (McCabe reader x OC). It’s pretty obvious where in the main timeline this picks up from.

“Ye called Sarina to beg her to give me a job?” You huffed at your girlfriend, while Leah stood in the middle of the two of you, holding you back by the chest.

“Sorry for being the only one of the two of us who is being proactive about what you are going to do!” Alessia snapped. “I was trying to help you. I got you a really good opportunity, and you’re throwing it away because of your pathetic stubbornness”

“I don’t need ye to find me opportunities. I can do it on my own” you moaned.

“Mac come on, she was just trying to help” Leah sighed.

“Ye are always takin’ her fuckin’ side with everything” you muffled, throwing her hands off of you. “Just because ye became close when I was in Spain doesn’t mean ye can gang up on me in my own house”

“Baby, can you just breathe, okay? I’m sorry I overstepped” Alessia intervened, placing one hand on your chest and cupping your face with the other hand and softening her tone, trying to steady your breaths.

“Get off me, Alessia” you mumbled under your breath.

“Please, I-”

“I said get off me” you repeated a bit louder, not making the same movements you had to Leah when you physically removed her from you, but stepping back to get Alessia’s hands off you. “I need to go” you shook your head, heading out the living room door, and taking your car keys off the hook.

“Baby, please, please. You’re not meant to be driving. Please, I’ll go. You stay here” Alessia pleaded, trying to pry the keys out of your hand, but it was no use.

“Think about what you’re doing here” Leah began, watching you put your shoes on. “You’re going to throw away a perfectly healthy relationship and friendship over something that was done in your best interest”

“All I’ve asked ye both for was to give me time to figure it out” you grunted. “And ye both just couldn’t help yourselves. Ye make everythin’ about yourselves and I’m fuckin’ sick of it. So, I’m done. With both of ye. Keep this fuckin’ stupid house and the stupid fuckin’ dog. I’m done” you huffed, pushing by the two of them and slamming the front door closed as you left.

“Y/n” Alessia cried out, but Leah caught her by the hand to pull her backwards.

“Let her go, Less” Leah whispered, hugging the England striker so tightly she felt like her ribs were going to break.

“Mac?” A voice interrupted you storming towards the car. “I heard shouting? ¿Está todo bien?” Maria asked.

Maria had been your neighbour for a few months now. She was originally from Madrid, but had moved to London for her job. She liked you, Alessia and Leah. You all helped her with things around her house, and you all often invited her over for dinner or games night.

She’d made a drunken pass at you one night, when you were alone in the house with her, fixing one of her ceiling lights. But you politely rejected her, explaining Alessia was actually your girlfriend, and you were not just three friends living together.

“Bien” you nodded back, getting into the car without so much as another word and driving off. Maria understood that all couples fought, but she’d never heard you and Alessia go at each other, in a non sexual way, before.

She debated going to check if Alessia was okay, but due to Leah’s car still being in the driveway, she knew the blonde would rather her best friend than the random neighbour’s company right now. So, she headed back inside and tried to forget it.

-

You and Alessia spoke once after that night, deciding it was best to just go your separate ways. You needed space to come to terms with the massive adjustment in your life of your career ending, and Alessia didn’t know how to help and support you through that.

Even though it was promised out of anger, Leah and Alessia stayed living in the house, with Alban. You moved into a one bedroom studio apartment on the opposite side of London temporarily, trying to get as far away as possible until you figured out what to do.

Alexia knew of the break up, and was the only one that seemed willing to support you through it. She was very clear that she agreed that Alessia had overstepped, and you’d done the right thing for you. She wanted you to not feel bad for breaking up with her, because you had enough to worry about.

“Move back” Alexia pleaded. “Your apartment is still here. You love it here. Barcelona misses you” she smiled through the FaceTime. So, you decided you were going to move back to Barcelona in the New Year, which was just a few weeks away.

-

You’d slept with someone fairly quickly after you and Alessia split. You needed a quick rebound to give you some confidence back, and with how easy it was to pull that girl in a bar, you knew you wouldn’t have any issues in Barcelona.

Only, you sleeping around didn’t exactly wait until you got there.

-

You knew Alessia and Leah were training this morning, so you texted them both to let them know you were just stopping at the house to grab your stuff, and you’d leave the key. You’d been putting it off for quite awhile, but with the move coming next week, you needed all of your stuff to start packing.

“Mac? Hi” Maria smiled from her garden gate as she was watching you load things into your car.

“Hola, ¿Cómo estás?” You asked, politely.

“Good” Maria nodded. “How are you? I haven’t seen you in quite some time” She hummed.

“We broke up” you clarified, as she shot you an apologetic look. “I’m movin’ to Barcelona next week, I just had to grab the rest of my stuff and leave my key” you explained.

“Can I help?” She smiled.

“I’ve just got it all in, actually” you pointed towards the very full car. “That’s the last box” you added, looking at the box at the door.

“Well, when you’re finished, why don’t you come in?” She hinted, nodding her head towards her own front door.

You remembered the night she made the pass at you, the only thing that stopped you was Alessia. If Alessia wasn’t around, you’d have fucked Maria over and over. But now Alessia wasn’t around, so of course, you said “Yeah, sure” and shooting her a slick grin. “I’m just goin’ to move the car” you added.

“Put it in the garage, if you want” Maria said, hitting the button on her keys to open her garage door. So, you did just that. You threw the last box in your car, and drove it into Maria’s garage, taking your hoody off and leaving that in the car too as you were a bit warm from moving everything.

“Where are ye?” You shouted when you got into the house.

“Kitchen” she called back, now noticing you without your jumper on and your tattoos on full show. “I broke something last week, I was hoping you’d be around to fix it for me” she said, in a deep, luring voice.

“Yeah” you nodded. “What is it?” You asked.

“The plug” she mumbled, pointing at the plug socket that was low to the ground. She usually plugged in her vacuum into the apparently broken socket.

“I’ll have a look” you said, grabbing the spare tool kit you’d left in her house, because she broke things a lot. As you sunk to your knees to assess the damage, she climbed onto the countertop above you.

“What do you think is wrong with it?” She asked, as you looked up, realising now you were in a perfect position for something else entirely.

“The- the socket?” You stuttered, feeling her finger come under your chin and pull your head up to face her.

“Not the socket, Mac” she giggled. “The problem is, that you should have called me when you broke up with her” she moaned. “Because you could have had me, the same night”

You possibly would have thought about maybe not fucking your ex girlfriend’s next door neighbour, but you were moving to Barcelona next week, so why not?

“Do ye wanna do this somewhere a bit more comfortable?” You asked, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh as the girl let out a groan.

“Start here” she confirmed, pulling your head closer to her. You couldn’t really comprehend that at 3pm in the afternoon, you were currently in this girl’s kitchen on your knees with your head between her legs. After about 20 minutes, your legs were starting to cave, sunk into the cold tiled floor, so you eventually pulled yourself away and wrapped her legs around your waist.

“Where’s your bedroom?” You grunted in the girl’s ear. She wrapped her arms around you as you picked her up, walking towards her bedroom and placing her down a bit roughly. She tugged you down by the T-shirt to be on top of her, before removing it off your body completely.

“Top drawer, bebé, por favor” she whispered in your ear as you bit her neck. You opened the top drawer and smirked at the array of items that were in it, pulling what you felt was most appropriate from it before attaching it to you.

The bed frame bounced off the wall, a wall which connected this house and your old one, as you railed into the girl. You’d pushed her over the edge multiple times at this stage, but she just kept begging for more. Your stamina was godly, so you could continue to go for as long as this girl wanted.

“Maria getting railed at 4pm was not on my cards for today” Leah chuckled, hearing the noise from the other side of the wall.

“Maybe it’s the ex, again” Alessia giggled, not understanding she was right, just wrong about whose ex it was that was currently fucking the neighbour.

“Meet you at the window in 10 so we can check” Leah laughed, heading in for a quick shower while Alessia made tea for both of them.

You and Maria were still at it 20 minutes later, having tried every position in the book before she tapped out.

“Holy shit” she groaned as she lay down beside you.

“Was that alright?” You asked.

“Please come back before you go” she begged as you smirked. “You are so sexy, I need you again” she grunted.

“I can do that” you chuckled. “I do need to head back, I have boxes to unload and repack” you explained, sitting up and getting dressed. As you walked downstairs with the girl trailing behind you, Alessia and Leah simultaneously kneeled on the couch, peeking out the window to catch a glimpse of who had just been in Maria’s bed.

“See you soon” Maria said, kissing you at the doorway.

“Yeah, see ye later” you smirked with a nod as Alessia went white as a ghost.

She couldn’t believe it, she couldn’t even think straight as she saw you drive off from Maria’s place. The person who she just listened to rail Maria was, you?

“I’m going to be sick” Alessia gagged, sprinting off to the bathroom as Leah’s eyes remained glued to your car and her jaw was firmly dropped to the ground.

[valeriaisintopatri]

Shower

Alexia Putellas x reader

18+ anal, cunnilingus

The air feels heavy as your hips tremble from your previous orgasms. Your breath catches in your throat. Beneath you, Alexia looks up with a mischievous grin, her vision blurred and her forehead glistening with sweat. You can feel her legs trembling beneath you.

Slowly, you come back to your senses. Your breathing evens out, and the throbbing in your core subsides. Alexia’s hands rest gently on your hips as her eyes wander over your entire upper body. She takes in every mark, every subtle movement, noticing how delicately your chest rises and falls with each breath.

You get up from her, struggling to walk as your legs still feel wobbly. “Shall I help you, amor?” Alexia whispers softly behind you. You turn your head in her direction. “No, it’s okay. Will you order something to eat?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. In response, she gives you nothing but a warm smile and a nod.

She watches you—of course, she watches you. Her eyes follow the sway of your hips and the unsteady way you move on wobbly legs. For a moment, she bites down on her lip, holding back a smirk, until you disappear into the bathroom.

Without hesitation, she grabs her phone and quickly orders two pizzas for the both of you. As soon as she hears the shower start, she slips on her strap and hurries naked through the apartment. Goosebumps form on her skin from the cool air lingering in the hallway. The bathroom door isn’t fully closed but left slightly open.

She pushes the door open a little more, her eyes fixed on you as water trickles down your chest and you work shampoo into your hair. Within minutes, the bathroom is filled with the warm, intoxicating scent of your pheromones. Alexia closes her eyes briefly, taking a deep breath, then steps inside quietly.

She moves slowly and quietly, careful not to startle you. Something inside her feels unfinished—she still needs you. Now. Here.

She slides open the glass door to your shower and steps in behind you, her movements careful and deliberate. Her hands find their place around your hips, and you flinch slightly at the unexpected touch. A shiver runs through you as her wet lips press softly against your shoulder blade.

“What are you doing here, Ale?” you whisper, your voice uneven, caught between breaths.

“I need you,” she murmurs between tender kisses, her lips trailing along your skin. Her hands glide slowly up your sides, brushing against the outside of your breasts. A soft whimper escapes you as your head tilts back, your mouth slightly open.

Her hands move forward, cupping your full breasts, and your whimper grows louder. Your body reacts instinctively, arching against her, pressing closer. Your breath catches as your voice rises, trembling with a single word: “Please.”

"How much more can you take, mh?" she asks in a raspy, broken voice before one of her hands moves to your freshly washed hair, clenching a fist and pulling hard on it. You squeal out, unprepared for the sudden pain. "I thought I fucked you well, still so common after so many orgasms," she whispers, her fist tightening.

She pushes your body forward so that your face presses against the glass. "You stay the same, you understand," you nod hastily and wait for Alexa's next move. She lets go of your hair and chest. You feel her two hands resting on your bottom. Her knees plop on the floor as she kneels behind you.

She kisses your ass cheeks softly and gently, and her hands pull your ass cheeks apart until she licks a long strip from your hole to your clitoris. You twitch in a flash, and your legs automatically open wider.

She takes your clitoris between her lips and sucks on it. Her humming between the individual sucking strokes is heavenly, and your mouth opens further without a real sound

"fuck-ale-fuck" you moan softly as you feel alexia's middle finger move to your asshole and it circles her lips still tight around your clit as her finger slides easily into your tight hole a throaty moan leaves your lips the stretching the sucking it all makes your organs knot up

She moves her finger out and in gently before getting faster and rougher. "Ale, not so fast, you—haven't been there in a while, please," she smirks against your cunt and gets faster in your ass. "Oh, my, I think I can cum like this," you moan against the glass wall.

she lets go of you briefly, "i know you can do it just don't hold it back" she smirks before her lips find your clit again your moans become shaky your walls close tighter around her thick fingers your legs start to give way "fuck i'm cumming" you moan alexia nods and speeds up with a throaty moan you come. your orgasm was intense and long

„look what a good girl you are“ alexia whispers against you.

[mbsneur]

Bit rude don’t you think?

Someone just asked you a question regarding someone who you’ve done work with in the past.

No need to be like that 😂

aye, why should i know about someone's private life? it's her business if she deactivates her account or not why should i interfere, and i don't think she would have told me that she deactivated her account... so why her account, her privacy, stop asking other people about someone everyone has their private life and yes also on tumblr

[mbsneur]

Do you have any idea why PatryWoso deactivated 😔

Why are you asking me that? It's her business😭

[concreteblondies]

new horizons || lucy bronze x reader ||

Lucy tells you where she's going before the two of you come back from Bilbao.

Your last night in Bilbao was not exactly what you expected. For the majority of the team, the party hadn't stopped. You had been in the thick of celebrating, but kept yourself sober for the most part. A few of you had to step up and watch out for the less responsible members of the team. You didn't mind the job, especially with how entertaining it could get at times.

This may have been your first win in the Champions' League, but it wasn't Lucy's. Still, she had taken the opportunity to celebrate with her team. It was going to be her last with them, and both of you knew it. You didn't know where Lucy was going after this, but she felt like she had done everything with Barcelona that she could.

If you were anyone else, you might have been upset about it. However, you understood where she was coming from. Lucy was competitive, and an Englishwoman at heart. She wanted to go back to her home after enjoying what she could in Spain. Barcelona would always be home to her, especially with you having signed a long-term contract. You had done everything you could with the NWSL, and you wanted to retire at the best team in the world.

"I'm going to miss this. I'm going to miss you." Lucy sounded sad, like the reality of leaving was finally hitting her. She hadn't known what it was really like to have you living with her until this year, despite the two of you being on your third year of marriage.

It was a love born out of rivalry, but it held strong. Lucy was your most serious relationship by far, and you were certain that you had to be hers. You had come all the way to Spain for her permanently, even if you knew that she wouldn't stay there forever. Once your contract was up, you'd go up to England to join Lucy. The two of you would probably retire somewhere close to her family, but that wouldn't be for a long time. Lucy felt like she had a decade left of playing, even if you weren't so sure of that yourself.

"It's not too late to change your mind. They'll gladly keep you around," you suggested. Lucy shook her head, never one to stay where she didn't want to. It stung a little, but you were glad for this. She had won this trophy before, but never with you. If it wasn't for your success this season, maybe Lucy would have stayed, but she helped you achieve one of your dreams, and that was all she really wanted.

"I, um, I can't. The announcement is coming soon, but I know where I'm going," Lucy told you. The news came as a bit of a shock to you. Lucy was a decisive person, but the last you had known of this, Lucy wasn't really talking to anyone. There had been a few offers made by teams in the WSL, but Lucy hadn't seemed overly interested in any of them.

"Are you going to tell me where you're going or do I have to wait and find out with the rest of the world?" you asked. A part of you knew that Lucy wanted you to wait. She loved playing these stupid games with you. You couldn't wait though, and with enough begging, you could get Lucy to open up like a book.

"Can I enjoy tonight with you before I tell you?" Lucy asked.

"Fine, but you are telling me before we go to bed." You pressed your finger into Lucy's chest. She grabbed your hand and brought your knuckles up to her lips for a kiss as you added, "And I mean it Lucy. No sex or sleep until you tell me."

"Fiesty," Lucy laughed. You rolled your eyes at her as the two of you continued down the street. Most of your teammates were pregaming for the club scene, but Lucy had found a nice little restaurant a few blocks from the hotel. She had been scoping out the area a bit when it was announced that the finals would be in Bilbao. Although it wasn't until you had beat Chelsea that Lucy made a reservation for the two of you.

"If we had lost tonight, what would this dinner have been for?" You couldn't stop the question from rolling off your tongue as the two of you stepped into the restaurant. It was cozy, definitely a place where you wouldn't have minded drowning out your sorrows. The light and atmosphere were soft, lulling into a sense of comfort that you didn't get in the restaurants Lucy tended to like. This was cozy in a way that Lucy had sought out specifically for you.

"Probably an apology in all honesty. I would have been drunk and angry about losing the final. You know how I get when I lose," Lucy mumbled. She wasn't proud of her behavior, but sometimes you loved it. Lucy was strong, but she rarely highlighted her strength in a rough way with you. The thought of Lucy spending two days taking her frustrations out on you in the hotel bed somehow hadn't crossed your mind at all.

You blushed as your thoughts ran rampant. Lucy cleared her throat as the waiter approached, a subtle warning to rein your thoughts in. You did your best as Lucy ordered a bottle of wine for the two of you. A part of you wondered if this was to soften the blow of her news, mainly because you knew that Lucy had no intention of drinking tonight. However, after the weekend you had, a glass or two of expensive wine sounded absolutely heavenly.

Despite spending practically every moment together, you and Lucy never seemed to run out of things to talk about. She reiterated how glad she was to have the chance to win this with you. Neither one of you had been on your phones very much since winning, but both of you knew that the internet was going crazy over the very public kisses you had shared after years of keeping your relationship a secret.

The wine put you in a slightly more affectionate and giggly mood. Despite what most people would have assumed, Lucy was the openly affectionate one. If she could, she was always touching you. Whether that be something subtle like holding your hand or wrapping herself around you like a koala, Lucy was a very physically affectionate person with you. She craved intimacy in ways that sometimes you just didn't, but you were always happy to give in to most of her whims.

"Careful." Lucy was quick to catch you as you stumbled on the sidewalk. You were definitely a bit past tipsy. It was nothing that would leave a hangover, not if Lucy had anything to do with it. You had nursed hers whenever she had overindulged, and Lucy didn't think she could stand to see you in any bit of pain, even if it was of your own doing.

"'M fine," you mumbled. Lucy shot you a skeptical look, but didn't argue. You may have been a bit softer with her after drinking, but the alcohol did nothing for your mouthiness. If anything, it made your attitude worse than before. "You're hot."

"I think you're hotter," Lucy told you. She bit back a laugh as you nearly tripped again looking her up and down. "Do I need to just carry you to the hotel?"

"Like a piggyback ride?" you asked her. Lucy shrugged, not having put much thought into the way she'd carry you.

"If that's what you want."

"I want you to tell me where you're going next season," you said. Lucy's face fell for a moment as she was reminded of how far you'd be apart for the next few years. "Come on, pleease."

"Don't be mad, but I'm going to Chelsea." Lucy winced as she waited for the impending disapproval. You were an Arsenal girl at heart, even having played there for two seasons on a loan. If Lucy hadn't transferred to Barcelona, you probably would have looked into staying with the Gunners permanently. You absolutely loved Arsenal, having thrown yourself into every aspect of it, specifically hating Chelsea.

"It's not where I would have gone, but at least we know that you look good in blue already."

"You're not mad that I'm gonna be playing against and beating your favorite English team?" Lucy asked you.

"Not to sound mean, but I'm not overly invested in England as a whole. My priorities are Spain and America babe, they're just more fun. I'm just happy that you aren't going back to France," you explained. Lucy just sort of laughed at your reaction and her own nerves surrounding the news in general. "I'm not buying a Chelsea jersey though."

"I know," Lucy sighed. "I'll get you in one eventually."

"No you won't."

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Glitter in the Air

Grace Clinton x Albert!Reader

Warnings: Internalised homophobia, homophobia

A/n thank you @silentwolfsstuff for proofreading it for me.

You can still remember the first time you felt different, felt different from your family, from Korbin.

You’re ten when you and Korbin sit up all night as she talks about Shawn, a boy in your class that she’s currently crushing on, you listen like you always have and smile as her cheeks redden as she talks about holding his hand in the yard.

Your cheeks redden a short while later but for different reasons, the conversation moves to what boy you have a crush on.

It’s not a boy, it hasn’t been a boy since you kissed Dylan behind the tree in his backyard, You haven’t liked a boy since Aaliyah held your hand at the last school dance, since she kissed your cheek in the girls bathroom.

You’re sick you think,a short while after it happens, that’s why you have these funny feelings, maybe Aaliyah made you sick by holding your hand and kissing your cheek and that’s why your stomach feels funny, you feel this sinking feeling in your stomach as you think of it more, you’re sick now, you can’t hold anyone’s hand anymore you can’t kiss your mom good night because you’re sick, Aaliyah made you sick and you don’t want to give to anyone especially not your family, especially not Korbin and Teagan and Kylar and your Dad. So you stop, no one else can be sick like you, you’ll keep it to yourself and that way everyone will be safe.

But you can’t tell Korbin this, she doesn’t seem to have these types of feelings for girls, she’s not sick, no one seems to have these types of feeling for girls except your Dad and Kyler, but they're boys, they are supposed to feel that way, they aren’t sick like you, it what your mom says, it’s what the pastor says, it’s what the bible says.

You try to stop having these feelings as you get older you really do, you try to pray away your sickness, you pour holy water over your hands daily and you bless yourself extra going to mass but still nothing works.

You get a boyfriend when you turn fifteen a couple of months after Korbin starts dating Ethan you find Will.

He’s nice and you parents love him the same way his parents love you but you never feel what Korbin and Teagan say they feel with their boyfriends.

They aren’t sick like you.

You do however feel it with Kayla, you don’t mean to, you never meant to but she’s soft and nice to talk to not that Will isn’t but when you talk with her on the bus ride home from your match and you swear your hearts going to beat out of your chest.

Kayla tries to kiss you a couple of weeks later but you panic “what are you doing.” Kayla’s still has her hands on your face your cheeks slightly squished together “I just thought that…well you know since…” you pull fully back “I have a boyfriend Kay, Will he’s nice and I can’t do this to him.”

Kayla’s eyes widen “wait does…are you saying that if you weren’t with Will you would.” You panic at the pulling away stepping back trying to create distance. “I’m not gay.” You state harshly “I’m not sick.” You spit harsher again. Kayla tried to but she really couldn’t be mad you looked so heartbroken and so conflicted “ok my mistake.”

You avoid her on the bus from then on, and you find yourself sitting alone, she’s the only other sophomore on the varsity team, if you don’t talk to her, sit with her then you’ll be alone. You are alone. You’re the only one who’s sick.

You’ve been getting called to play for the US since you were thirteen, Korbin following a year later at fourteen. You move along the ranks of football better and your parents can’t help but show how happy they are for you, how happy your sisters and brother are for you, but still you feel lost. You still feel sick.

You travel to France in the summer of 2019 it’s a gift from your parents for getting baptised and giving your life to god, you don’t do it cause you want to, you do it in hopes it will rid you of this sickness you do it in hopes of being normal.

But it also makes your parents happy it makes Korbin happy as she bounces in the water beside you.

You sit anxiously as the US win the World Cup again. A funny feeling fills you as you watch Kelly O’Hara run to the crowd and kiss a girl, sure you knew most of the senior squad players were gay but to actually see one in real life kissing a girl, it felt weird.

But that feeling faded quickly as Korbin let out a small ew at the sight instead your body now felt heavy like you were being pulled down, “I mean I know she’s a girl kisser but can’t she do that in private.” Teagan nods “it’s sick honestly it’s like they are trying to force us into accepting it.”

You and Will are still together, even when Korbin’s gone and had three other boyfriends, but you still don’t have those feelings your friends and sisters talk about, maybe you just have to stick with him a little longer.

Maybe you just need to sleep with him and the feelings will start then, maybe the sickness will go away then.

It’s what you tell yourself leading up to the varsity teams dance, it’s what you tell yourself as you dance with him through the night, it’s what you tell yourself when your kissing in the corner of the hall and it’s what you tell yourself as your lying on the bed Will pressed up against you. But it never happens.

You break up with him just before summer that year. “I….I’m sorry Will I just, I don’t…they all have these feelings and I don’t have them and…you deserve someone who has them cause your a really great guy and I don’t…you would just be left waiting for me to get feelings I don’t think will ever come.”

He takes it relatively well, you’re just happy that you can still be friends, Korbin takes it worse than both of you combined.

“Oh my god I just heard, are you ok…stupid question sorry come on let’s go get ice cream.” You don’t know what else to do but you can’t indulge in the bad things she’s saying about him “He’s not a bad guy Korbin I broke up with him, he…I don’t have these feelings you and Teagan talk about for him and it’s not fair on him so I broke up with him.” I’m sick and he’s not and I don’t want to put that on him you think.

Korbin takes that as you fancy someone else and the heart to heart you thought you were having turns into gossip about who it could be that you like.

You're seventeen still when it’s time to make a decision about your football career. College is the best option but it’s not the only one for you like it is for Korbin.

The decision hangs heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the sunlit afternoon. Notre Dame, a prestigious institution, beckoned with its ivy-covered walls and storied tradition. It's where Korbin will be but it wasn't the dream. The dream was painted in Carolina blue, a vision of playing for UNC, a place where legends like Tobin Heath and Lucy Bronze had once graced the field.

The phone call from Manchester United shattered the familiar. A senior contract, not a youth academy invite. A chance to step onto the world stage, to play in the WSL not some college league, not the NCAA. It was a dream come true, but a dream that Korbin was still a few years off reaching.

You couldn't help but feel guilty, you were twins you did everything together, but for many years you had been charging ahead in soccer, you just had to hope she'd catch up eventually.

You don't expect it to make major news, your still only seventeen but your mom sends a clip of an ESPN headline stating your signing to Manchester United.

Y/n Albert is on her way to the WSL signing with Manchester United, Albert’s twin sister Korbin commits to Notre Dame.

You move a short while later, your parents coming with you to help you settle into your new apartment, you feel happy, content even until your mom states her worries for you living in the English city.

"I worry about you baby, you know there are so many...gays here and well i don't want any of them trying to force themselves on you, their sick individuals and your my baby."

You feel as though you might throw up then and there at the reminder of your sickness.

"Mom" you whine "No ones going to do anything, I....I'll be fine."

They leave a few days later, with the promise of geting on a flight and coming to rescue you if needed, you brush them off stepping back as your mom moves in for a hug and instead simply waving goodbye.

United finish fourth on the table, but you have a dream first season, so much so you get your first call up to the USWNT, you cry on the phone to Korbin as she cries back about how proud she is, your parents are proud to but your moms also busy wondering if you've met any nice english boys, again the moment is ruined and you feel sick again.

Y/n Albert receives her first call up for the USWNT after a dream first season with the Red Devils, making an appearance in every match this season and starting in nineteen games, assisting Untied star striker Alessia Russo with six of her eleven goals.

It's true you've assisted the majority of Alessia's goals but you haven't celebrated a single one, not on or off the pitch, in fact your team have copped on pretty quickly that you don't want to be hugged, to be touched.

You want nothing more, but the girls are to good to get sick from you, Alessia who you can't help but admit you've got a slight crush for is to good to get this awful sickness from you, its safer if you don't hug...don't touch your teammates.

Y/n Albert receives first cap for the USWNT against Costa Rica in the CONCAF semi-finals which saw the USWNT advancing to the finals after a 3-0 score.

You return back to Manchester, a winner with two senior national team caps under your belt, after facing Canda in the final, your english teamates have won the euros and while they are all showing off their medal standing around hugging your teamates, you stand far back in the corner of your dressing room.

Your medal gets passed around too, you've scrubbed it clean making sure none of your germs are on it so the girls don't get sick, its been in your bag ever since and you simply wave at Less to grab it from there when she asks about it.

It's a big deal, a real medal but you can't cause a fuss over it because then people want to congratulate you, touch you, so you wave it all off.

You wave it off. until a girl around the same age as you with a funny accent hands it back "That's proper cool mate." You look between her and the medal, three maybe four times.

She steps forward her arms open, open for a hug but they swiftly close as you step back and her face falls slightly.

She sticks her hand out "Sorry" and now your eyes flash between her outstretched hand, your medal and her face. "Less says you're not a hugger I forgot, but its really great to meet you mate, I'm Grace."

You don't move, your mind is blank, in fact all you can think about is how she says her Gs a weird way, and as her face falls slightly at your lack of response to her open hand your brain kicks in.

"Y/n." you say shakily, but still don't move. Grace drops her hand smiling and all you can think about is how your stomach erupts into butterflies.

But it only lasts a moment, only a moment until you feel your stomach drop, your blood to go cold and the heavy feeling to fall back on to you.

Your sickness is back, and you can't give it to Grace, not now not ever.

Grace and her funny little way of saying Gs.

[concreteblondies]

something new || laia codina x reader ||

You and Laia try something new.

18+

"Shit," Laia swore as she stepped out of the car. Growing up in England, you were more than accustomed to the chilly weather. Laia, however, was absolutely not equipped to handle it. She tugged her coat tighter against herself as she tried to carry in both of your training bags. You smiled to yourself as you watched her sprint inside while you took your time getting the groceries from the backseat. "Hurry up, it's cold!"

"You can close the door, it's only four bags," you told her. Laia shook her head as she watched you. She was staring at you like you were absolutely insane. The weather was a bit chilly, but it had been warm enough for you to only wear a hoodie when you had left earlier. Even that morning, Laia had looked at you like a madwoman whenever the two of you stepped out for training.

Laia shut and locked the door behind you, quickly turning up the heat to a temperature that she felt comfortable in. You thought it was a bit hot, so you changed into a pair of shorts after you put away everything. Laia's eyes bugged out a bit as you walked past her, but this time it wasn't because she thought you were crazy.

You could see the little sliver of desire in her eyes as you sauntered past her in your shorts and tank top. They were from a few seasons ago, back before you had made the switch to defender, so they were a bit tight. Laia seemed appreciative of the extra bits of your body that were on display, especially as the shirt strained against your chest.

"Are you not cold?" Laia asked as you sat next to her.

"No, why?" You knew exactly what she was on about, having caught her eyes dart down to your chest several times. Laia cleared her throat and forced herself to look away. You watched her eyes dart down to your chest one more time before you finally just took pity on her and straddled her lap. "Is there something on my shirt? I guess I should probably take it off then."

"You're evil," Laia mumbled as she let her head fall back. You pouted at her, but still slipped your shirt over your head. "Fuck."

"Can I?" you asked her. Laia nodded without a second thought. At the confirmation, you got off of her lap and walked back to your bedroom. Laia whined at the loss of contact, but went quiet when you came back with the strap. She had fucked you with it more times than either of you could count, but you hadn't used a strap-on since you'd started seeing each other. Laia was quite the giver, so it was pretty rare that you really even got the chance to touch her.

"You want to use that on me?" Laia questioned. Suddenly, you were a bit nervous that you'd overstepped. Laia seemed to pick up on your sudden nerves and was quick to reassure you that it was fine. "This is new. Um, exciting."

"Laia, if you don't want to, I can put it ba-,"

"No, I want it," Laia interjected. You took a deep breath to calm your nerves before you stripped your shorts off. Laia stared at you in awe, her jaw dropping a little as you stood naked in front of her. "Can I put it on you?"

"If you want to." Laia didn't even wait for you to finish talking before she was on her knees in front of you. "You'll tell me if this gets to be too much, right?"

"Yeah, okay," Laia mumbled as she fastened the straps to your waist. The feeling of ridiculousness that threatened to take over disappeared the moment you noticed the way Laia stared at you. She was so obviously turned on that you wondered why you had never tried to do this with her before. "H-how do you want me?"

"Preferrably naked, and then right here on the couch," you told her. Laia stripped out of her clothes as quickly as she could, nearly tripping as she kicked her pants off. You bit your lip as you took in her body, appreciative of everything that she had on display for you. Sometimes you couldn't believe that she was all yours, and you couldn't be happier about it.

You pulled Laia onto your lap, situating her so that the dildo rested in between your bodies. Laia slid over so that she was straddling one of your thighs. You knew how much Laia liked grinding herself against you. She knew that it drove you a little crazy being able to feel her arousal against your leg as you teased her. It was just one of the ways that Laia liked to wind you up to have her way with you after.

This time, it didn't seem that Laia was out to tease you. There was a look of concentration as she ground her hips down gently against your thigh. She wanted to get off, and you weren't going to be the one to stop her. Instead, you sat back and enjoyed the show in front of you. It wasn't all passive, however, as you reached out to grope her breasts.

"Like that, please," Laia moaned. You bit the inside of your lip at the sound of her voice. You could feel yourself getting wet as you watched Laia get herself off. Your fingers tweaked and teased hr nipples. You began to lean forward with the intention of taking one into your mouth, but Laia stopped you, instead intercepting you for a kiss.

The kiss was messy, but you wouldn't have had it any other way. You relished in the feeling of her tongue pushing its way into your mouth with feverent desperation. Laia wanted to taste you, and you weren't going to get in the way of that for a second. You gave her free range in the kiss as your hands began to travel down her body, one settling on her hip as the other moved in between her legs.

"I want you so badly," Laia told you. She had always been open with her attraction to you, but hearing it in this context felt different. You could feel how much she wanted you. You were sure that your fingers were glistening with her arousal from the few small little swipes through her folds that you had managed to make. "I need you inside of me, please."

You were quick to give Laia what she needed. She sank down onto your two middle fingers, and you were given a taste of what your future. Laia's hips moved in time with your thrusts, angling so that the heel of your hand rubbed up against her clit with each thrust. You could feel Laia's grip on your shoulders tighten enough to leave bruises, ones that she'd no doubt try to kiss away when all was said and done.

"Another, I need more. I want to feel myself stretch around you," Laia told you. You felt helpless to do anything other than what she wanted. You weren't even the one being fucked, but you felt sex drunk. The way that Laia's cunt clenched around your fingers was absolutely intoxicating, and you wanted to spend all night buried inside of her. You wanted to make her cum again and again until she was absolutely begging you to stop.

You were pulled from your thoughts by the smashing of Laia's lips against yours. It was all she could manage to do from screaming out your name as she came. You could feel her cum drip a little into your palm. You pouted as Laia moved off of your lap to rest on the other side of the couch. For a moment, you thought that she was finished, but then you glanced over to see her spread her legs wide open for you.

It was all the invitation you'd need, but Laia wasn't finished. Her hand fell between her legs, lazily collecting some of her own wetness onto her fingers before she offered it to you. You sat up on your knees and positioned yourself between her legs as you took her fingers into your mouth. Laia knew that it was for your own comfort, almost constantly finding something to stick into your mouth during sex. She loved it, occasionally bragging about your oral fixation on nights when she had a bit too much to drink.

"Fuck me, hard. Make me scream, I can take it," Laia instructed as she guided the tip of your dildo to her entrance. You had planned on easing your way inside of Laia, but she snuffed that plan out by pulling you in as quickly as she could.

Laia guided you to a quick rhythm which you quickly picked up on your own. Your thrusts began to get a bit wild as you began to realize how close you were to making yourself cum as well. Laia didn't seem to mind one bit as her hand moved between her own legs to help herself catch up with you again.

"I'm so close baby. You're fucking me so good," Laia moaned into your ear. You bit your lip as you let your head drop, nearly resting against her chest as you continued to thrust into her. The two of you were nearly on the verge of breaking the couch when the levee seemed to broke inside of you. Your hips stuttered as you worked yourself through your orgasm, the rocking back and forth inside of Laia being enough to help her cum again.

"I get why you like that so much," you muttered between pants. You hadn't been particularly loud, but you could only find it in yourself to speak quietly. You were exhausted, but you still managed to find the strength to take Laia back to the bedroom. Laia made a beeline straight to your wardrobe as you cleaned up the toys in the bathroom. She was all wrapped up in bed when you got back, and you just threw on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt before you joined her.

[onlyhereforthestories]

Cabin In The Woods (Alexia Putellas X Reader)

Okay I think a cabin in the woods sounds dreamy. Day 8!

It had been your idea to start to get away just the two of you just before Christmas. You originally thought about just going to another city or maybe France but when you told alexia about your thoughts she took the trip to a whole different level. You were on a flight to Norway and would then be driving into the mountains a little to stay in a cabin in the woods. Something you have to admit sounded wonderful but a lot more elaborate than you thought you were going to do.

The car journey was an interesting one, the winding snowy roads made the journey a little scary, but it also meant you and Alexia were on alert and high spirits the whole way. The air became crisper as you climbed the mountains, which had you rolling down your passenger window every couple of minutes to take it in. by the time you reached the cabin, the snow was fulling in delicate flurries around you.

Alexi pulled the car into the little covered spot, cutting the engine as you both took a moment to study the place you would be staying in for the long weekend. Alexia glanced around the outside before she let out a sigh and spoke, “Finally, no one around but us. I love our life but sometimes I just need some space you know.” You hummed in agreement, the crowds and cameras that came with your profession were a constant, so this felt like a dream. The only sound you could hear was Alexias’s breathing and the soft falling snow.

The cabin was perfect, straight out of a holiday postcard. It was small but cozy, with a stone chimney, snow-dusted evergreens surrounding it, and a warm glow emanating from within. The peacefulness of the mountains settled over you as you unpacked the boot of the car, each of you carrying your bag through the little wooden doorway and into the warmth of the cabin.

Inside, it was even cozier. The main room was centred around a crackling fireplace, with a plush couch and soft blankets draped over it, and just enough space for a small Christmas tree by the window. You breathed in the scent of pine and wood smoke, feeling instantly at home. Alexia wandered around, inspecting the place with a look of pure delight.

“It’s perfect, isn’t it?” The grin on her face as she spoke was all the perfect you needed, but you nodded in agreement anyway. She reached her hand out for you and pulled you into her when you took it. You melted into her warmth, feeling all the stress from the season so far and the busy city life fade away.

Once you had both explored the cabin and set your stuff up in the bedroom, Alexia told you to wait on the sofa as she went into a little cupboard you hadn’t noticed before. She pulled out a box that you could see had something Santa related peeking out the top. “I asked the owner to grab a few Christmas bits so we could decorate it a little.” She placed the box on the sofa next to you and started to pull out the contents.

There were some fairy lights, some extra ornaments, garland and a shiny star that must be for the tree. The two of you got to work, you started by stringing the lights around the front room of the cabin, laughing together when you had to go back and adjust a few fixings because they were really not symmetrical. Every so often you caught Alexia staring at you, her face set with that far away dreamy look and when you asked, she would just say nothing and continue on. Really, Alexia just couldn’t quite believe her luck. She was miles away from the crowds, with the woman she loved, and it was just perfect.

“This is the best idea you’ve ever had,” you told her, finally extricating yourself from the lights and stepping back to admire your handiwork.

She laughed, brushing a few pine needles off her sweater. “I think we needed it. A little holiday break.”

Once all the lights were strung and the garland was hung over the fireplace and the doorways, you turned off the room light and admired the soft glow that covered the room. Alexia pulled out her phone, turning on a Christmas playlist. The first few notes of “Feliz Navidad” filled the cabin, and you both shared a laugh before she took your hand, pulling you into an impromptu dance around the room.

The evening passed in a blissful daze from then. You’d stopped at a shop on the way up to by all you needed for the weekend, including for baking. So, when the night sky turned black, and the only part of the snowy outside you could see was the bits that caught the glow of the lights through the windows, you and Alexia moved into the small kitchen to make some cookies.

You both tied your hair back and grabbed aprons before you got a recipe up on your phone and Alexia got the ingredients out and on the worktop. “Alright, chef,” she said, nudging you with her elbow. “Let’s see what we’ve got.”

You both fell into an easy rhythm, your laughter filling the cabin as you mixed the dough and tried not to spill loads of flour on the worktops. Every so often, Alexia would sneak a bit of cookie dough from the bowl, pretending she wasn’t doing anything until you caught her with a knowing look. She just grinned, a mischievous glint in her eye, and offered you a taste with a wink.

The cookies came out golden brown, filling the cabin with a warm, buttery aroma that had your mouth watering. Alexia grabbed one as soon as they were cool enough to touch, blowing on it before taking a bite. Her eyes widened, and she nodded approvingly.

“These are good!” she said, holding one out for you. “Try it.”

The cookie melted in your mouth, and you couldn’t help the small noise that left your lips upon tasting it. Alexia pulled you closer at that, pressing her lips to yours in a slow kiss. As she pulled away you caught the glint of mischief in her eyes. “Sorry, I just needed to taste it some more.” You rolled your eyes at the woman and held the half-eaten cookie in your hands to her lips. After a moment or five in the kitchen eating a cookie or three, you and Alexia cleaned up together. You set the rest of the cookies off to the side for tomorrow.

Cleaning took you both longer than expected because you would pause for some dancing to a good Christmas song or for a quick kiss that normally led to you finding your favourite spot nuzzled into her shoulder. By the time you were finished the night was well and truly upon you.

You both drifted to the sofa, Alexia sat first and pulled you back into her open legs. You settled into her and grabbed one of the blankets off the back of the sofa, draping it across the both of you. You left the music playing softly in the back as you both gazed at the flames flickering in the fireplace, Alexia’s arm pulling you impossibly closer as you settled into her more and more.

“I wish every day could be like this,” she murmured, her voice low and content.

You looked up at her, catching the soft look in her eyes, her expression calm and relaxed in the golden light. “Maybe one day it can be,” you replied. “For now, though… I’m just happy we have this.”

She smiled, reaching down to brush a strand of hair from your face, her thumb gently tracing your cheekbone. “Me too,” she said softly, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead, her lips lingering there for a few beats before she pulled back.

You rested your head against her shoulder, letting the warmth of the fire and her steady heartbeat lull you into a peaceful quiet. Outside, the snow continued to fall, blanketing the world in a stillness that matched the tranquillity in the cabin.

After a while, Alexia shifted, reaching for something tucked between the cushions. She pulled out a small, wrapped box, placing it in your hands with a smile that was both shy and eager. “I know it’s not Christmas yet,” she said, “but I wanted to give you this and I think this is that perfect time.”

You unwrapped it carefully, your heart swelling as you found a small silver bracelet nestled inside. The charm dangling from it was a tiny soccer ball, engraved with both of your initials. You looked up, feeling a lump in your throat.

“I wanted you to have something… something to remind you of us, no matter where we are,” she explained, her eyes searching yours for a reaction.

“It’s perfect, Alexia,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “Thank you.”

You leaned in, kissing her softly, hoping she could feel everything you couldn’t quite put into words. The night stretched on, peaceful and warm, as you held each other by the fire, your hearts full of gratitude for this rare, perfect moment.

[mytearsricochvtt]

hey, i seen you are still wanting prompts so i thought i would send one in

"your hair is really soft after you wash it" for aggie

this was so fun to write and i’m so glad that someone requested a blurb for aggie because i have been dying to write something for her!! once again this isn’t proofread and i’m not entirely sure if i like this or not but i hope you like it nonnie🩶🪩

delicate || aggie beever jones

these were the moments you cherished most with aggie, the moments where you both were curled up on your couch watching a trashy reality show that neither of you are paying attention to. you both had just arrived back home from a hard training session, muscles were hurting in places you didn't even know muscles were. emma had been pushing you all so much more harder than she ever has, every game was bigger than the last.

you felt the pressure from every angle, you felt it from emma, you felt it from the rest of your team mates and you especially felt it from the fans. this was chelseas's last chance of hope to win a trophy this season, you were slowly starting to crumble under the pressure.

which is why you love moments like these, where aggie was laying ontop of you like she was your own weighted blanket keeping you grounded.

you both showered at the training ground, you having a quick five minute shower to wash the day away while aggie decided that she would wash her hair so when she got home she wouldn't need to move off the couch for the rest of the night.

your arms were loosely wrapped around her stomach while the other was playing with her hair, her hair was almost dry by now it was mostly just the ends that were still damp.

everytime aggie washed her hair you loved the feel of it which sounds weird to everyone but it always felt so soft, you have always envied the way it would always dry pin straight no matter what she did unlike yourself who always has to blowdry it and straighten it just so it would look okay.

aggie's head was resting in the crook of your neck, every so often you would feel her place a handful of delicate kisses against your sweet spot making goosebumps appear.

"your hair is really soft after you wash it," you say lowly, not wanting to scare the girl after sitting in silence for this long. "it smells nice too wait-did you use my shampoo?!"

"i was kinda hoping you wouldn't notice that," aggie sheepishly replied.

"you're lucky you're pretty," you teased.

"i'm lucky you are too."

[mbsneur]

i have such a massive crush on aggie😩

[wosounited-deactivated20250215]

That’s Where She Gets it From (Alessia Russo x McCabe!Reader)

Part 10 Part 9 here

A/n: This chapter is quite heavy. There is a homophonic slur used in this chapter that is uncensored and aimed at Alessia. Smut 18+

“So, you and Y/n?” Liam asked, after a few minutes of the pair sitting silently and sipping from their drinks.

“When did you figure it out?” Alessia replied, toying with the small straw that was in her drink.

“You were both always so weird when I brought the other one up. You acted like you barely knew each other and then I’d see you two talking and it was like you were best friends” he explained.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you” Alessia sighed. “I just couldn’t”

“You’re okay” Liam shook his head. “So, are you-”

“I don’t know” Alessia let out in a frustrated tone and putting her head in her hands. “I don’t know who I am anymore”

“It’s okay not to know right now” Liam said as he put his hand over hers. “And I don’t mind what you are, if you want to be friends or something more” he smiled, putting Alessia’s mind exactly at ease.

“Why are you being so nice?” Alessia asked.

“You’re a really nice person Less, I don’t want to see you upset over just being yourself” Liam mumbled, but Alessia knew there was more.

“You’re being overly nice” Alessia pressed, landing on only one conclusion. “Are you-”

“No” Liam cut her off, chuckling a bit before he continued. “I’m not gay, or into guys. My brother is” Liam nodded.

“Oh” Alessia breathed out.

“He had a really hard time coming out, our parents weren’t overly happy with it and he tried to- I just don’t want you to think badly of yourself for just being who you are” Liam explained.

“I’m really sorry he went through that” Alessia squeezed his hand.

“He’s okay now” Liam nodded. “He’s engaged actually, to a really nice fella. But just incase you were wondering why I never pushed to introduce you to my parents, it’s because I don’t really speak to them anymore”

“I never really thought about it” Alessia hummed back. “I just don’t think I’m ready to come out yet”

“Nobody is asking you to” Liam continued, taking her hand back in his. “And I understand if you don’t want to be together anymore, but I can stick around for a bit, until you are ready”

“What do you mean?” Alessia frowned.

“Have you ever heard of a beard?” Liam asked, as Alessia nodded. “I can be yours, if you want”

“You don’t need to do that” Alessia shook her head.

“You’re still my friend, and I want to support you” Liam smiled. “And Y/n is my friend, and now that I’ve had time to process it, I think you two would be cute together” he chuckled.

“Thank you” Alessia whispered, standing up and sliding next to him in the seat so she could give him a hug.

“Of course” he nodded. “Now, can you answer my question? Who was a better kisser? Me or Y/n?” He smirked as Alessia giggled and rolled her eyes, standing back up and retaking her original seat.

“Are you sure your ego could handle the answer?” Alessia giggled. Liam didn’t have an ego. Liam was actually the perfect guy, and if you had any idea this was happening right now, you’d be screaming at Alessia to tell her she was an idiot.

“You’re perfect, Alessia” Liam smiled. “Regardless of who you date, you’ll always be perfect” he hummed, before adding multiple apologies after Alessia started crying.

Thankfully, while Liam and Alessia did like each other, it was still quite early days in their relationship. Neither of them felt like they were in love with the other right now, and that’s why when they split up, it was easier to remain friends, and a fake couple.

-

You woke up the next morning with such a dull feeling in your head. It was quite possibly the worst hangover you’d ever had in your entire life. On top of that, you were bruised and cut from your fight and your body was aching. You rubbed your eyes to help try and adjust to the sun lighting up the room, and when you were able to open them fully, you noticed a girl on either side of you, wearing very little.

“Christ” you mumbled quietly, moving gently out of the bed to try and not wake either of them up. You could remember vaguely what you’d gotten up to in the bathroom of the nightclub, but you were a bit lost at how you’d ended up in a hotel room with them.

You put back on your t-shirt and trousers quickly as well as grabbing your phone from the bedside table, looking at the endless texts from the boys congratulating you for the fight and for pulling the two fittest girls there last night, which they seemed to find equally, if not more important than your fight.

“Leaving so soon?” One of the girls lips curled into a tired smile as she reached out to grab your arm.

“Yeah, I’ve to head off” you nodded.

“That’s a shame, I was hoping you’d be hungry for breakfast” she whispered in your ear, tugging you back towards the bed.

“You haven’t lost your appetite, have you?” The other one piped up, as you gulped loudly at the fact these girls were like carbon copies of each other. Both slim and blonde, with the same eyes. And that’s when it clicked.

“Are ye twins?” You asked.

“Yeah” they nodded at the same time.

Holy shit.

You’d hit the jackpot, won the lottery, scored a 90th minute winner. Whatever way you wanted to describe this scenario that most people could only fantasise about.

“So, are you coming back to bed?” The one further away from asked.

“Fuck it, yeah okay” you grumbled, biting your lip as both girls giggled and they pulled you back into bed.

When you got home, you weren’t overly shocked to find Ella in your house. Since she learned how to drive, she could show up at the most random places at the most random times. You’re not really sure when Ella left last night, but you presumed it was when you’d disappeared into the bathroom with two real life Barbie dolls and didn’t return.

“Have a good night last night?” Ella raised her eyebrow at you and you snickered at her question.

“Ye could say that” you shrugged with a smug look on your face, seeing Finn running towards you as you bent down to pick him up. You felt a shooting pain in your body as you moved, wincing as you dropped to the ground and Ella shot to her feet.

“Are ye okay?” Ella asked, putting her hand on your back.

“Yeah, I’m fine” you groaned in pain. “Could ye grab me some painkillers from the press?” You muffled, watching Ella walk towards your kitchen and begin digging around for painkillers.

She found a fully stocked first aid bag with the initials AR on them, not paying much attention as she continued to look in it for painkillers. Despite being full, the bag looked like it hadn’t been touched in months on end. It had been shoved to the back of the cabinet below your sink with dust starting to layer the top. She got to the bottom of the bag and eventually found them, along with a singular sheet of paper.

The sheet had listed every single one of your injuries from a fight you’d had a few months ago, and all the at home treatments for them. A few had little ticks beside them, and Ella frowned as she pulled that out alongside the pack of painkillers. She poured you a glass of water and took it inside to you, finding you pressed against the wall, holding a very calm Finn in your lap.

“Here” Ella said, crouching down and putting the glass beside you as the tablets fizzed inside of it. “Do ye know what this is?” She asked, handing you the piece of paper that prompted you to open your eyes.

“Recovery sheet” you shrugged. “From a few months ago” you added, moving the page around as Ella now saw the scribbled notes on the back of the page.

“This isn’t your writin’” Ella frowned, pulling it back off you to examine it further, and turning the paper around to show you.

“No, it’s Lessi’s. She did it” you groaned, holding on to Finn a bit tighter.

A.R. Alessia Russo. That’s who owned the first aid kit.

You swallowed back the tablets and huffed out in pain again.

“Where’s the recovery sheet from this fight?” Ella asked.

“Dunno” you shrugged. “I’ll be grand”

“Too busy with your new mates and random girls to actually care about lookin’ after yourself” Ella quipped as you rolled your eyes.

“The lads aren’t bad, ye just haven’t met them properly” you explained. “We’re goin’ out next week, ye should come and meet them”

“They’re not nice lads” Ella moaned. “Especially not that one that ye were with for the whole night”

“Ben?” You laughed. “Ben’s grand, he’s harmless”

Eventually, you got Ella to agree to come out with you and your mates. Liam and Alessia had agreed to come as well, and when Ella seen Alessia, she gestured her over immediately. Alessia willingly walked towards your sister and took a seat beside her. The pair caught up, Ella firstly apologising for the night of the proposed going away party, which Alessia told her it was fine, that it was in the past now.

“Which one is your boyfriend?” Ella asked, looking to the group of boys you were standing with, and noticing the boy beside you was extremely handsome.

“That one” Alessia said, pointing at Liam, the same boy Ella had been looking at.

“He’s gorgeous” Ella blurted out. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry, I dunno why I just said that” Ella sighed, blushing in embarrassment.

“It’s okay” Alessia giggled. “He is in fairness” she nodded. Despite not being her actual boyfriend anymore, Alessia could admit that Liam was an attractive guy, which made her even more confused.

Liam had went to get drinks from the bar for him and Alessia and when he spotted you, he’d gestured you over to talk to him.

“Hey” you nodded.

“How are you?” He asked, a smile on his face, one you’d never be able to tell by that he was aware of absolutely everything.

“I’m good mate, how are ye?” You hummed back.

“I’m good” he wrapped his arm around you. “Do you know the girl sitting beside Alessia?” He tried to ask subtly.

“Yeah, it’s my sister” you replied.

“What does she drink?” Liam asked, stuttering a little bit as he looked over in their direction.

The two of you got the four drinks, one for each of you and one for the two blondes sitting giggling beside each other. Somehow you’d managed to take Alessia’s one and Liam had taken Ella’s.

“Here” you said, handing Alessia the drink. “Hi” you added.

“Hi” she smiled, taking the drink from you and adding, “Thank you”. You let yourself get lost in eyes for a few seconds before Liam cleared his throat, and you turned around to see him still holding two drinks, as you were blocking the way to get to Ella.

“Uh, Liam, this is Ella, Ella this is Liam” you introduced them as he handed her the drink and she smiled back at him.

“Nice to meet you” Liam eventually said.

“You too” Ella replied, as you turned back to Alessia.

“How have ye been?” You asked quietly, making the girl smile that you seemed interested in talking to her. She looked good tonight, almost like she was dressing to impress someone.

“I’ve been-”

“Y/n” the boys shouted. “Come on, we have shots” they called, as one of them came and physically pulled you towards the group.

“They seem like arseholes” Ella huffed, as whatever conversation her and Liam were having had stopped as well. “Sorry, no offence” Ella added, looking at the boy.

“They are” he agreed. “I’ll go over” Liam whispered to Alessia as he left where they were sitting and walked over to the boys.

“Is he friends with them?” Ella asked Alessia.

“Not really anymore” she shook her head, eyes glued to you as they were practically pouring shots and drinks down your neck.

They treated you like royalty, because they knew the more that you hung around with them, the more girls would be attracted to coming to spend the night with the group. Their tactic worked always seemed to work because as soon as you had joined them, a group of girls eventually came over, picking you off one by one of who they wanted to be with. A tall girl with jet black hair had strutted towards you, she wasn’t your usual type, but you could admit she was attractive.

“Why are you sitting here all alone?” She asked, gripping your arm with her hand.

“Was waitin’ for ye to come over to me” you flirted back, hooking the girl in as she traced her fingertips up your arm.

Alessia’s stomach twisted, as she made eye contact with Liam who mouthed “Do you want to leave?” at her.

“Please don’t” Ella said quietly, clearly her eyes had been fixated on Liam too. “Don’t leave me with them on my own” she pleaded.

“I can’t stay and watch her with someone” Alessia admitted, not being afraid to admit this to your sister. “It’s too difficult, Ella”

Ella looked over in your direction, you were still just talking to this girl, not having kissed her just yet. She watched as Ben walked towards you and the girl, fist bumping you before turning to the girl. Ella obviously couldn’t make out what he was saying to her, but you were finding it hilarious, and the girl looked uncomfortable, squirming in her seat.

“Are you going to let him speak to me like that?” The girl snapped, loudly, catching the attention of Liam who was stood fairly close by.

“I don’t even know your name, darlin’” you shrugged, acting like you didn’t give a shit.

“Ben, give over” Liam shouted at him sternly, making the boy huff and walk away.

“You’re a pig” the girl tutted at you, making you laugh again.

Ella had never seen a girl walk away from you before she’d kissed you. Usually it would be after they’d slept with you and you’d tell them it was just a one night thing, but never this. Ella stormed over to you and pulled you by the arm to face her.

“What did he say to that girl?” She demanded to know, wagging her finger at you before pointing it at Ben.

“Nothin’” you snickered.

“Who even are ye? Tryin’ to act all hard in front of the lads? It’s not a good look on ye, it doesn’t suit ye” Ella roared.

“Will ye fuckin’ relax?” You frowned, shoving her hand away from you.

“You’re a horrible person” Ella bit back a sob as she shouted at you.

“You’re a little moron” you said back, standing up from your seat as if you were trying to intimidate her.

“No, no” Liam interrupted, pulling you away from your little sister. “You’ll regret this in the morning, just think about what you’re doing and who that is” Liam whispered as you shrugged him off, lurking after the girl who’d walked away from you a few minutes ago. Whatever you said to her, it looked like you’d talked her around and she left with you. “Are you okay?” Liam asked Ella, who shook her head. Alessia used her initiative and had grabbed her and Ella’s things as she walked over to the two of them.

“I need a drink” Ella explained to the couple.

“Let’s leave” Alessia suggested. “We can go somewhere else?” She asked as Ella and Liam nodded, and followed her out the opposite door you’d just took that girl out.

The trio had left the bar, heading to a different night club that was in walking distance from where you had been.

“I’m just goin’ to go to the bathroom” Ella shouted when they got inside, while Alessia and Liam went to the bar.

“So, you think Ella’s pretty?” Alessia teased, nudging the smiling boy at the bar.

“Why does everyone I like have something to do with Y/n?” He chuckled softly, tapping his card to pay for the three drinks. “She is though, pretty like” he nodded.

“She thinks you are too” Alessia whispered.

“She thinks I’m pretty?” Liam smirked, making Alessia laugh.

“I believe the word she used was gorgeous” the blonde giggled. “She knew about me and Y/n, so if you did want to go for it, I can tell her you’re not my boyfriend” Alessia explained.

“Do you think she’d tell Y/n?” Liam asked.

“I don’t think they’ll be talking anytime soon” Alessia explained.

“Now that we’re alone, if there is someone here tonight that you want to, you know, I’m not stopping you” he added, feeling Alessia squeeze his hand before they spotted Ella coming back from the bathroom and the three of them headed to the dance floor.

The three of them were dancing around and Alessia could tell Liam really wanted to go for it with Ella.

“Go for it” she whispered in his ear.

“There’s a girl over there that’s been staring at you since she walked in” Liam added, making Alessia look over at the girl who smiled and gave her a little wave.

“What’s wrong?” Ella interrupted them, looking behind to see the girl staring at Liam. “Do ye want me to go tell her to fuck off?”

“No” Alessia shook her head.

“She’s been staring at Alessia since she came in” Liam chuckled, making Ella realise he was right, she wasn’t staring at him, she was staring at Alessia. “Go talk to her” he encouraged.

“Why would she do that?” Ella frowned, forcing the ex couple to look at each other before they looked back to her.

“Liam’s not my boyfriend anymore” Alessia admitted. “We broke up after Y/n’s fight and I told him everything”

“Are ye alright with her goin’ to talk to her?” Ella asked, waiting for Liam to nod. “Then go on Russo, go have fun!” Ella shouted, practically pushing the girl towards the stranger.

“Okay, okay” Alessia sighed, walking off towards the girl.

“Sorry, that probably wasn’t explained the best” Liam said, once him and Ella were alone. “Can I get you another drink and explain?” He asked, sticking his hand out for Ella to take so they could get to the bar together.

The more Liam spoke, the more Ella found him attractive, just taking everything in his stride, no questions asked and being a supportive ally. The fact it was his idea and he was willing to pretend to be Alessia’s boyfriend all for her not to have to rush coming out had Ella weak. She thought about how bad it would be if she was to kiss your best friend, but after you’d gotten so thick at her, she really didn’t care right now.

“Can I kiss ye?” Ella asked, as Liam subtly nodded and kissed her.

While that was going on, Alessia was also getting a bit of luck and confidence back with the girl she was talking to. The girl was all over Alessia, so the blonde didn’t really have to do much, but Alessia eventually did confidently connect their lips and kissed the girl.

Finally, Alessia had felt like she was starting to be herself and that people in her life were going to accept her for who she-

“Is that Liam’s bird?” One of the lads asked Ben, having just walked into the nightclub.

“It can’t be” he frowned, standing for a second to get a proper look, only finding it was in fact Alessia.

“Should we say something?”

“Leave it” Ben shook his head, and from the corner of his eye, saw Liam with your sister. “Come on, we go somewhere different” Ben hummed, as the boys turned and walked out and went somewhere else.

You woke the next morning in a bedroom you didn’t recognise, seeing the girl you’d gotten with lying beside you, thankfully still asleep.

Y/n 🥵

Hey, can you come get me?

You can just drop me to Ella’s, should probably go say sorry

Liam woke to the text message from you, Ella lying beside him and Alessia and the girl in the other room of Alessia’s house.

“Ella, wake up” Liam said quietly. “Y/n text me asking me to come get her and drop her to yours”

“Shit” she grunted, standing up to get changed quickly, matching pace with how fast Liam was moving too. “Wait” she paused suddenly, wrapping her arms around the boys neck and kissing him.

“I had fun last night” he smiled.

“Me too” Ella nodded.

“Could I get your number? I’d really like to take you out” he asked, allowing Ella to punch her number into his phone.

“Can ye drop me on the way? Just so I can make it look like I didn’t spend the night here” Ella chuckled as Liam agreed. He dropped Ella back to her house and drove about 15 minutes to collect you. Once you’d heard the girl starting to wake up, you’d made a run for it, so he collected you on a random street about a mile from the girl’s house.

“Have a good night?” He asked, not really able to make eye contact with you after what he did.

“Yeah, she was alright” you shrugged. “Need somethin’ to eat” you added. He drove you through a drive thru and let you eat it in his car, before dropping you back to Ella’s house.

How’d he know where Ella’s house was?

You were too hungover to ask right now, so you just thanked him and let him speed off, back in the direction of Alessia’s house.

“What are ye doin’ here?” Ella huffed, pretending to be shocked you had arrived at the door and hadn’t just had a pre warning.

“Came to say sorry” you mumbled.

“Go on then” she challenged, folding her arms, still dressed, you presumed, in her pyjamas.

“Sorry” you sighed. “I was a dickhead” you added, which seemed to be to her satisfaction.

“Come in” she said, stepping back to let you inside. Caitlin and Katie had gone away a few days ago, delaying their holiday until after your fight. Ella made you some tea, and you both sat snug on the couch for a few hours, watching TV and going in and out of naps.

“Do ye want me to stay tonight?” You asked.

“Yeah” Ella nodded. “I don’t like them boys” she eventually said.

“Yeah, I got that” you moaned. “Liam’s not bad though, isn’t he not?” You mumbled.

“No, I like him” Ella bit back the smile she wanted to let out just at the thought of him. “Ye should invite him to that event ye have to go to” Ella added.

“Ye said ye would with me though” you frowned.

“I’ll still come, ye had a plus two didn’t ye? Bring him as well” she suggested.

“Yeah, okay. Good idea” you nodded, taking your phone out to send Liam a message, not knowing that Ella had been texting him all day.

-

You had an event that you were obliged to attend. Sponsor’s were holding an event night which was a sit down dinner followed by a drinks reception. It was mostly boxers, but there was a few other people from the sporting world there too with their guests. It was black tie, so you had driven to Ella’s to get ready rather than getting changed and having to drive in your outfit for over an hour.

When you got there, you headed off to Katie and Caitlin’s bedroom to get ready, both of them still off in Australia during their downtime visiting Caitlin’s family.

You heard the doorbell and shouted at Ella to go and answer it, letting her know it was probably Liam. It was Liam. Ella knew it was Liam. She was already half way down the stairs by the time you’d even shouted to answer the door.

“Hi” Liam smiled as Ella swung the door open.

“Ye look so handsome” Ella giggled, fixing his suit jacket and tie that had just so happened to match the colour of her dress.

“You look beautiful, El” he replied, kissing her quickly before stepping into the house. The pair had been secretly seeing each other since that night, with the full support of Alessia, who in a strange turn of events, was now keeping Ella’s secret.

“Everyone ready, yeah?” You asked, stumbling down the staircase, puffing on a vape.

“Stop vapin’ in the house” Ella shouted, making you laugh.

“You look good” Liam said, patting your shoulder.

“Ye do too” you nodded at him. “Appreciate ye comin’” you added, stepping out of the house to puff your vape without being shouted out.

You were sat at a table with a few boxers from different parts of the world. You knew a few, and some you didn’t. Ella was sat beside you and Liam beside her, but you weren’t really talking much, too busy inhaling your food. There was two seats empty opposite you on the table and as you finished your first dish, you looked up to see two people being placed in the seats. The worst two people possible.

“Don’t say anythin’” Ella whispered, putting her hand on your leg. “Don’t give her the satisfaction Y/n” she pleaded, forcing your eyes away from the two of them, who hadn’t noticed you yet.

“Oh, look who it is” Clara laughed, nudging her girlfriend to look in your direction.

“As if you are here” Emily scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom” you mumbled, standing up from the table and leaving Ella and Liam there.

“Emily” Ella whispered to Liam, but he didn’t look confused, he knew exactly who the two girls were.

“Just ignore them” Liam quietly muffled back, putting his hand on Ella’s back.

Meanwhile, you were in the bathroom freaking out. You were trying to remember what the room looked like, where the exits were so you could run. You pulled your phone out and hovered over your text message thread with Alessia, debating to call her or text her, but Alessia wasn’t yours anymore. She didn’t care about you anymore, so, you had to face this on your own.

You wondered did Emily treat Clara like she treated you too. If the girl who you’d argued with and fought with for years on end, if you actually had more in common with her than you thought. But she didn’t seem flustered when she was with Emily, she didn’t ever seem like she wasn’t the one in control.

You gave yourself a pep talk in the mirror, before retaking your seat at the table. You got through the dinner, although you remained completely silent. When the dinner ended, you tried to sneak out the back exit, but you were instead ushered to the drinks reception. Liam stuck by your side for the entire time, not leaving you for a singular second, even going so far as following you outside so you could vape, despite hating the smell of them.

“Want a bit?” You asked Ella.

“No, I’m not vapin’ really anymore” Ella shrugged, making Liam bite his lip to stop himself laughing at the fact she’d stopped due to him.

The three of you were sat on a wall outside, you between both of them as you were puffing the vape. From the corner of your eye, you could see Emily and Clara screaming at each other. You knew from their interaction that there was no fear in Clara, you’d have never been able to act like that with Emily. You watched Clara storm off, and as you instinctively went to stand up, Ella put her hand across you.

“Don’t even think about it” Ella said bluntly.

“I’m just gonna go check that she’s alright” you explained.

“She’s fine” Liam inputted.

“She’s cryin’” you frowned “I’ll be back in a minute” you mumbled, sliding your vape into your pocket and ignoring the two of them as your feet walked you to Emily.

“What do you want Y/n?” Emily huffed at you when you’d stood yourself beside her at the bar.

“I just came to make sure ye were alright” you gulped, already regretting doing this.

“She’s just so stubborn” Emily moaned. “Sometimes I miss how easy it was with you. It wasn’t as difficult to get you to pay attention to me”

“Do ye need me to do anythin’?” You asked, watching as Emily looked you up and down before turning her head back to her drink, with an evil grin on her face.

“God, look at you” Emily snickered. “Do you know what people say about you, Y/n?”

“Wh-what?” You stuttered out, feeling her tug you towards her by your shirt. You felt that an uneasy feeling in your chest come back, one you hadn’t felt in months.

“They say you could get any girl you want. That you’re some kind of heartbreaker. You” she laughed wickedly. “Yet here you are, acting like a pathetic little puppy because you’re still in love with me” she smirked.

“I, uh-”

“I, uh” she repeated, mocking your accent. “Admit it, you still love me” she spat sharply, tugging your t-shirt a little tighter as you gulped down the thoughts of telling her you hated her, knowing that would end badly for you. “I said, admit it” she barked.

“Yeah, I still do” you stuttered out, completely lying but not sure what else to say. She reached her hand around to the back of your head and tugged you towards her lips. As her lips hit yours, your whole body went stiff and numb at the same time.

The kiss had been going on for far too long before Ella’s stomach began to turn.

“Do somethin’” Ella trembled, pushing Liam’s arm as he scrambled to get to his feet and rushed to get beside you.

“There you are” Liam said, tugging you backwards by the shoulder and pulling you so far back he’d somehow managed to get himself between you and Emily, facing away from her. “Ella’s looking for you” he said sharply, pushing you towards the door.

“Excuse me” Emily shouted at him. “We were in the middle of something”

“Listen here you little rat” Liam spat, never having phrased something so harsh before in his entire life. “You ever so much as look in her direction again-”

“What are you going to do?” Clara asked, appearing again from behind Liam. “Can I help you with something?” She frowned, handing Emily a drink.

“He’s just one of Y/n’s little pets” Emily giggled, not seeming in anyway phased by his little outburst.

“I’d suggest jogging back off over there big lad” Clara raised her eyebrows at him. “Back to your little friend” Clara teased, making a small gesture to indicate that you were in some way small. You were more built than her.

“A lot of talk for someone that’s afraid to sign a contract to fight her” Liam blurted out. “Are you afraid if you lose that your girlfriend might cheat on you again?” He challenged her.

“What?” Clara frowned.

“Oh, you haven’t told her?” Liam turned to Emily, colour completely wiped from her face. “You can ask anyone here what she’s been up to in the last 10 minutes” he added, before brushing by the both of them to get back outside to you.

“Where have ye been?” Ella frowned.

“Yeah, so, I think we should go actually” Liam suggested, gesturing the two of you towards an exit that was furthest away from Clara and Emily.

The three of you gathered your stuff and left, Ella and Liam a few steps ahead of you. The two of them had just stepped outside when you heard something that stopped you.

“McCabe” Clara shouted, and you don’t know why you did, but you turned back. “You’re on” she said, sticking her hand out for you to shake.

“See ye in the ring” you replied, shaking her hand before the two of you walked away from each other, vowing to submit your signatures on the appropriate documents and leaving the rest up to promoters to sort out.

🚨 BREAKING: It’s on. Y/n McCabe and Clara James have finally agreed on terms to fight with all titles on the line for both boxers. A venue and date will be announced soon as tickets are set to go on sale late next week.

Who’s Winning This One?

Y/n McCabe 🇮🇪

Clara James 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

Voting ended onDec 7, 2024

The date was set for four months time. So, you were taking one more week off before you were going into an extra long camp. Nothing was going to distract you from this fight, there was too much on the line and too much at stake to even think about losing.

-

When Katie and Caitlin had came home, they were very quickly back to work. You went with Liam, Ella and the lads to one of their first games back. Liam had sat on the further side of Ella, while you were between her and Ben.

As the girls ran out onto the pitch, Alessia gave Liam a quick wave, and he gave her one back, still playing the part of her boyfriend. The interaction made Ben snicker, but you thought someone else had just said something funny that you couldn’t hear. Leah ran over next, looking up to the crowd and offering you a smile and a wave which you ignored, turning your head off to talk to Ben.

“Did she not just wave at you?” Ben asked, confused as to why you’d ignored her.

“Been there, done that” you smirked, making both of you laugh and Ella roll her eyes.

“Was she good in bed?” Ben mumbled to you, as you bust out laughing, puffing on your vape.

“She was alright” you shrugged, which the boy seemed to find amusing.

“I’d give her a go” he added, smugly.

“Don’t think you’re her type” you shook your head as he pushed your arm playfully.

“Can ye stop?” Ella huffed to you as you continued to talk to Ben in a more hushed tone.

You didn’t really know what the Arsenal girl’s were doing after the game, but you knew that you were going out with the lads. So, you didn’t wait around to find out, you just left with them and went off to get drunk. Eventually some of the Arsenal girls, Liam and your sister all joined you at the venue. Liam had told you he was waiting for Alessia, but realistically, it was because Ella didn’t want to be there for longer than she had to be with your mates. Liam had completely distanced himself from them, not being able to stand a single one of them anymore. Liam was also hoping you’d be drunk by the time he turned up, because Alessia wasn’t with the group that had just arrived. She had went home, not up for a night out after the game.

Liam was stood to your left side, ordering a round of drinks, while Ben was stood to your right hand side. You hadn’t noticed Liam was there, because you and Ben had been talking about something before he completely changed the topic, speaking a bit louder than before.

“What do you think of Liam’s girlfriend?” Ben asked, eyebrows raised. “Would you be into her?”

“Who? Alessia?” You frowned, trying to delay this conversation for as long as possible.

“Yeah, Alessia. I was just thinking you’re into fit blondes, so I thought you’d probably be into her” he smirked, watching Liam’s fist that was resting on the bar close up. “And she is a fit little thing to be fair” he added.

“That’s enough” Liam snapped, slamming his fist against the wood and forcing you to spin around, noticing him now for the first time.

“Why? Is it because you’re not together anymore?” Ben asked, quite sternly and matter of fact.

“I said stop” Liam argued back, pushing Ben’s shoulders causing him to stumble backwards. You put your hand on Liam’s chest and gently stopped him from pushing Ben again. “Why are you joining in with this? Allowing them to belittle people you are meant to care about” he huffed.

“Relax” you frowned. “We’re just havin’ a laugh, it’s not a big deal” you explained, letting your hand fall and you stood backwards, feeling content that the situation was defused.

“It’s not fucking funny when-” Liam began.

“Oh come on mate” Ben chuckled. “Someone’s just angry because his girlfriend’s a queer” Ben snickered, and a few of the other boys joined in laughing.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Liam snapped, putting your quick reactions to the test as he lunged forward. You pushed him back again by the chest, feeling how heavy he was breathing as your eyes went wide that you knew he knew.

“I don’t know who the two of you think you’re fooling! We all saw her kissing that girl, and do you want us to tell the person currently holding you back who we saw you kissing?” Ben chuckled.

“They’re not worth it, just breathe” you whispered to him, holding him back quite easily despite his efforts to get to Ben.

“Oh, I get it” Ben laughed. “You told Y/n to have your girlfriend, so you could have her sexy little sister. Is that it?”

Nope. Absolutely not.

You took your hands off Liam’s chest and swung your fist, connecting it to Ben’s jaw as the boy dropped to the ground, clutching his face.

“Ye don’t ever speak about my little sister like that ever again” you shouted, as you and Liam had now swapped positions and he was pulling you back. “Are ye gonna call me a queer?” you snarled, as all the boys took a step backwards out of fear you’d hit them too. Most of these lads were scrawny, they weren’t built like you and Liam were.

“Come on” Liam muffled, doing his best to pull you away as the boys helped Ben to his feet. Liam had gotten you to an empty smoking area, watching you punch the brick wall at full force and gulping harshly. “Just anywhere but the face” Liam blurted out, standing as still as a statue.

“What are ye talkin’ about?” You huffed.

“I get you’re annoyed about me and Ella, so just if you’re going to hit me just not in the face, please” he begged.

“I don’t care if you’re with my sister” you sighed. “Are ye jokin’? That’s a good part in all of this” you added.

“Oh” Liam breathed out.

“How long ago did ye break up with Lessi?” You asked.

“She told me everything on the night of your fight” Liam explained.

“Everythin’?” You repeated, watching the lad nod his head.

“It reminded me about the conversation we had, about your ex. You were so vague about the one that wasn’t Emily, but I could tell you still weren’t over her” Liam said. “And I can tell you, she’s not over you” he added.

“What?” You frowned.

“Alessia is still in love with you” Liam stopped for a second before speaking again. “Do you still-?”

“Yeah” you nodded, feeling him pull you into a hug.

“Go fucking get her, Y/n” he whispered, pushing you backwards and nodding his head towards the exit. You walked to the back gate, before stopping yourself and turning back to him.

“Whatever is goin’ on with my sister, I’m not gonna get in the way” you said honestly.

“It’s not casual” Liam explained. “If that helps” he chuckled.

“I’ll process it on my walk” you laughed, pushing the gate open and sprinting off down the street as Liam went back inside.

You ran the entire way to Alessia’s house, not even stopping to think that there was a possibility she mightn’t even be home. It had also started lashing rain in typical London fashion, so by the time you were knocking on Alessia’s door, you were soaked to the brim.

“Y/n?” Alessia frowned, swinging her door open. “What are you doing? It’s lashing” she said, pulling you by the hand to come into the house.

“Sorry, I, uh-” you trailed off, the cold you were feeling taking over your body as you shuddered.

“Come here, you’re shaking” Alessia pouted, putting her hand back over yours. You pulled your hand out from underneath her, but as Alessia went to protest, you wrapped your arms around her and rested your head on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Lessi” you sobbed.

“It’s okay” she cooed. “It’s all okay, you have nothing to say sorry about right now” she repeated. Your clothes were soaking from the rain, and despite having just got changed into a fresh set of clothes she let you stay there, wrapped in her arms.

“I didn’t know about- I didn’t know Liam knew” you added a bit more context as to why you had shown up at her door. “If I’d have known sooner, I’d have been here sooner” you stated.

“Well, I would have been here, waiting for you” Alessia whispered, her hand falling to the back of your head. “It’s always you I’m waiting for” she said, before she pressed her lips against yours.

“Lessi” you moaned. “I want ye so badly”

“I’m yours” Alessia said quietly in your ear, turning her body to pull you upstairs to her bedroom.

Once the bedroom door shut, Alessia made quick work of taking off your T-shirt and jeans, which in fairness, you were going to need to change out of in anyway. Alessia pushed you over towards her bed as you allowed yourself to fall backwards. Your back had barely just hit the mattress before Alessia was straddling your lap, still in her t-shirt and shorts. While her tongue slipped past your lips, your fingertips found the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head.

Your hands moved to her chest, applying pressure to all the right places before you kissed downwards on her body. You wrapped your arm around her lower back, putting it there to help guide her to lie on her back. Your mouth stayed on her chest while your hands were in use, removing her shorts and underwear. Once you’d gotten them off, you felt her hand pushing your head downwards.

“Are ye sure?” You asked, stopping suddenly when you realised this was getting a bit intense.

“You’re all I want, Y/n/n, please” Alessia panted as you quickly shot downwards and got to work.

A good while later, the two of you eventually stopped. You’d missed Alessia so much, she was definitely the person you’d had the best connection with, sexually and romantically. You glanced over at her and it looked as though she’d drifted off to sleep. You loved Alessia, you really loved Alessia. It was hard not to be in love with someone as perfect as she was.

But you couldn’t be another secret. You couldn’t go through another relationship where the person had the potential to hurt you. You’d been through enough, and you just couldn’t take another heartbreak. So, you slid upwards, sitting at the edge of the bed, waiting for your eyes to readjust so you could find your clothes.

“Where are you going?” She hummed, watching you sit at the edge of the bed as you’d started getting ready. She noticed you looked tired, and filled with regret.

“Should probably go home” you shrugged. “It’s late”

“Are you using your rules on me?” Alessia scoffed.

“No, it’s not that” you shook your head.

“I thought I meant more to you than your stupid little rules” she huffed.

“Lessi, it’s not that” you groaned. “I just think it’d be better if I left”

“Don’t” she blurted out as your head spun around, facing her for the first time since you watched her eyes roll into the back of her head. “Please don’t go” she pleaded, a little anxious about how needy she was coming across.

“I don’t wanna pressure ye, Lessi” you shook your head.

“There’s no pressure” she whispered.

“I can’t be just a casual thing with ye” you sighed. “And I don’t think I can give you my everythin’ again and keep bein’ hidden away like I don’t matter” you shook your head, knowing you’d do anything to have her back but trying to put yourself first for a change.

“You’re the first person that I felt like I could just be myself with, and I don’t want to lose you, not again” she placed her hand on yours as she moved a little closer to you.

“Lessi” you said as you cupped her face with your hand.

“I don’t want there to be secrets this time. I want everyone to know I’m yours” Alessia said confidently as your mouth opened slightly, trying to get words out. “I love you” Alessia added, and, well, you knew how to respond to that.

“I love you too” you smiled, pressing your lips to hers while she pulled you gently back into her bed.

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A Tide of Tender Mercies

summary: oh, no, i think i’m in love with you

warning: SMUT 18+, oral, fingering (alexia receiving), some angst, reader being stubborn af

a/n: thank you to @muffinpink02 for helping navigate the sexy part ! also i’ve deffo repeated some bits but i cannot for the life of me be bothered to sort it out

word count: 7k

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The chalet is…well, perfect. It’s the kind of perfect that only comes from meticulous planning, obsessive list-making, and a kind of restrained indulgence that most people would never understand. Set high above a tiny Swiss village known for its fondue and twenty-something millionaires, it sits against a backdrop of mountains sharp enough to slice the clouds. The exterior is severe, almost aggressively minimalistic: crisp white stucco, blackened wood shutters, and glass doors that could double as showroom installations. The effect is daunting, beautiful, and—if you’re being honest—a bit over-the-top. You chose it, naturally, because it’s the type of place where “just a fling” can occur without a single hint of domesticity.

Inside, everything is pristine, hand-selected, curated to within an inch of its life. You were adamant that the linens be Egyptian cotton, but not the gaudy kind; they’re 800-thread count, light enough to seem insubstantial but woven to feel solid, unyielding. They’re arranged in clinical folds on the bed, starched and pressed in a way that suggests they’re almost afraid to be touched. You’ll mess them up later, but for now, they’re an artwork of restraint.

And then there are the wines, selected with the sort of care that would make a sommelier weep. It’s silly, of course—Alexia doesn’t normally drink during the season, so she will hardly glance at the labels, but you’ve assembled an array that hints at depth nonetheless. An entire wall of Swiss Chasselas, a few rare vintages from Bordeaux, and an stupidly expensive pinot noir that tastes like dirt but cost enough to suggest you know what you’re doing. The idea is that if she gives in to something sophisticated, she’ll find it here. If she doesn’t, you’ll find her something else. Something that says you’ve thought of everything. Which, of course, you have.

The whole thing has a sort of perverse charm, really, how every detail has been obsessively pre-arranged to ensure that she knows you’re not in this for anything serious. And yet, here you are, flying her across Europe to the kind of setting people book for anniversaries and life-altering proposals.

There’s a sort of humour in it, if you’re willing to look. You even laugh to yourself, laying out the spa towels in the bathroom—too thick, too plush, a little too “I love you”—knowing full well she won’t notice them. She’ll think of them as “towels,” and if she does notice, it’ll be because she needs a new one. But that’s fine. It’s all part of the performance, all part of the thing you’ve constructed around this chalet, around her arrival, around the notion that this is—what? Casual? Fun? Whatever word fits it neatly enough to deny what you’re feeling.

And then there are the candles. Oh, God, the candles. You tried to keep them simple, restrained, the kind of scents that evoke a distant memory rather than a specific moment. Sandalwood, bergamot, a flicker of pine; nothing too floral, nothing that says “romance,” but hints of something just familiar enough to feel safe. You even toyed with the idea of an unscented option, just in case the pine felt too… suggestive. It’s ridiculous, but you’ve learned to lean into it, to control it, to package it neatly. If it’s planned, then it’s deliberate, and if it’s deliberate, then it’s just for fun.

“Why all this?” you imagine her saying, eyebrows raised, maybe laughing as she notices the excessive stock of Swiss chocolates in the cabinet. You have them lined up in neat rows, the artisan kind—no corner-shop Toblerone here—and each one is individually wrapped in foil that gleams in the dim kitchen light. You picture her rolling her eyes at the small mountain of truffle boxes, asking if you’ve stocked up for a wedding. And you, of course, would shrug it off, offering some deadpan line about Swiss tourism. Or a joke about Swiss efficiency. Or something suitably bland that keeps the tone right where you want it—on the edge of humour, a step away from real. You’ve prepared for every reaction, really. Which is pointless, because she hasn’t even arrived yet.

It’s the first time she’s been here. The place is new, purchased after a very well-timed therapy session that conveniently rebranded “self-indulgence” as “self-care.” The therapist’s exact words were “If you want to be your best self, find the spaces that let you breathe.” And you took that literally, flying up here for private viewings until this place caught your eye. Well, maybe not your eye. But it was one of those rare places that looked exactly like the pictures, maybe better, and it had the kind of aesthetic that screams “I need nothing from you” while begging for a sense of purpose. You bought it almost instantly.

And now, after weeks of fine-tuning, she’ll be here soon. You catch yourself arranging the books on the side table, pausing over which titles to leave out—a mix of philosophy and modern fiction that says “I read but don’t take it too seriously.” You laugh to yourself at the pretension of it, yet you leave the carefully selected titles exactly as they are.

It’s silly, really, because the goal here is detachment, the freedom to keep things light and uncomplicated. You tell yourself that as you straighten the pillows on the sofa for the second time, catching your own eye in the polished mirror that hangs in the foyer.

“You’re being weird,” you say out loud, imagining her walking in, that quick smile flashing, eyebrows raised in a way that says, “Is this all for me?” You picture her laughing, maybe rolling those pretty green eyes of hers. But you have an answer for that too, prepared in advance, a casual shrug.

“Just a little atmosphere,” you’ll say, as if it’s nothing.

You check your watch. Thirty-two minutes until Alexia arrives. Thirty-two minutes to double-check that every single minutely considered, utterly detached detail says, I couldn’t care less—or, more precisely, I care in exactly the right amount of less. Because she needs to know that this is nothing. That this trip to an over-the-top chalet overlooking a town mostly inhabited by 19-year-olds in cashmere is simply an exercise in relaxation, togetherness, a concept you’re fairly sure you’re allergic to.

She doesn’t know it yet, but you bought the place partly to show her. Partly to remind her, subtly, that she could disappear tomorrow and you’d still have this. Because that’s the problem with Alexia, isn’t it? She’s not really yours. She’s something you can enjoy, display even, but never own. The complete opposite of the real estate you’ve added to your collection. You stand there, glass in hand, the Lagavulin you’ve graciously poured yourself warming your fingers through the crystal, staring out at the Alps with the vague thought that an obscene number of people have had their ashes scattered here, somewhere along this ridgeline. It’s an unsettling idea you rather enjoy.

She texts, something about a delay on the tarmac, and you stare at the message for a beat too long, analysing the exact wording like you’re looking for hidden subtext. As if there could be subtext in the word “delayed.”

A casual fling, you remind yourself, should never be complicated by subtext.

To pass the time, you scan the kitchen once again. The coffee is fresh-ground, of course, from a bag that cost as much as an entire year’s supply from anywhere normal. It’s pre-portioned in tiny glass canisters your assistant found online that look like vintage apothecary jars. The labels are printed in Helvetica Neue because you once read that it’s a ‘subtly superior’ font. Ridiculous. But also, it’s perfect. There’s also a miniature mountain of imported Spanish oranges on the counter, carefully arranged in a hammered copper bowl you don’t remember buying. You could make mimosas, you think, if you didn’t know she’ll insist on starting with a protein shake instead.

You put a bottle of Alpine mineral water in the fridge just for her, chilled to the exact 4.4°C she prefers. Yes, it’s an oddly specific temperature preference. No, she didn’t tell you directly. You overheard her mention it once, offhand, to someone else. Which is exactly why you’re bound to a polite indifference if she asks why it’s there. It’s simply what the fridge was set to. Nothing personal.

Just the thought of her walking in has you adjusting your posture as if she’s already watching. Alexia doesn’t miss a single detail. Once, she commented on the way you have a tendency to pull your sleeves over your hands. You haven’t done it since. Now, you check that every piece of clothing you’ve chosen is deliberately, carelessly oversized—but only to the point that still reads as flattering.

Then, at last, you hear the crunch of tyres on gravel. You scurry to watch from the window as she steps out of the car you sent, and she’s immediately caught in that glacial alpine light, her features so stark and defined that it’s almost cinematic. There’s a sharp thrill—one you won’t admit to yourself—in seeing her here, framed against this scene like she’s the final piece in some high-budget film. The coat she’s wearing is slightly too large, lending her a relaxed, indifferent air, as if she’d picked up the first thing she saw on her way out the door. Effortless, in that way that would feel studied on anyone else.

You stand back from the window just before she glances up, retreating into the comfort of shadows. Timing is everything. You’ve thought this through, down to each calculated second. It’s critical, after all, that she finds you not watching, but instead lingering at a perfect remove, preferably with a slight air of distraction. You’re aiming for a kind of aloofness, as if her arrival is the least interesting event of the day.

She’s about to ring the bell when you move, deliberately slow, to the door, letting it swing open just as she raises her hand. There’s a brief, barely perceptible pause as her eyes meet yours, a spark of something unspoken passing between you both before she raises an eyebrow, a look that hovers between amusement and challenge.

“Missed me?” she asks, dryly, though there’s a glint in her eye that suggests she’s perfectly aware of what she’s doing. She’s close now, close enough that you can catch the faintest whiff of her perfume, something dark and woody and just the right side of familiar.

You tilt your head, giving her a slow once-over, and shrug. “Not especially,” you say, voice low, careful to keep the tone perfectly flat. But you let your gaze linger just a second too long on her collarbone, barely visible where her coat has slipped slightly, enough to make her catch it, her mouth curling up at the edge. It’s a deliberate game, one you’ve both played a hundred times, each move rehearsed, practised to the point of art.

She’s barely through the door when you feel it—that unmistakable tension, thickening the air between you. It’s almost tangible, a static hum just beneath the surface of polite conversation, something that pulls at you like gravity. The moment feels precarious, balanced on the edge of something you’re not quite willing to name, because if you wait too long, the feeling will settle into something more familiar. Something too close to comfort, which is the last thing you want.

She doesn’t seem to notice it, of course, her mind likely on dinner plans or the slow crawl of the evening. You, however, are already teetering at the edge of patience, every nerve just slightly too aware of her. She walks in, drops her bag by the door with a casual grace that feels almost too natural, like she’s done this a hundred times, like she could do this forever if you asked her to. And you wonder if you’d even want that—something so predictably domestic, the quiet comfort of a routine. No. You want her in ways that defy that kind of simplicity, in a way that doesn’t ask permission.

You watch her from the corner of your eye as she takes in the room. Her eyes linger on the minimal, curated details you agonised over: the leather-bound books you never plan to read, the art on the walls meant to suggest a taste for something more sophisticated than it is. She’s oblivious, seemingly caught up in the novelty of the place, and that’s exactly what you intended. She can’t know how meticulously you set the scene, how every pillow and chair is positioned with an almost obsessive precision. All she has to do is be here. You’ll take care of the rest.

There’s a slow, unhurried quality to her movements, an ease that’s infuriating because it’s so at odds with the pulse of urgency rising in you. She wanders over to the fireplace, running her hand along the mantel with a soft, idle curiosity. Her fingers trace over the edge of a photograph you don’t remember putting there, something abstract and distant, chosen for the way it says absolutely nothing about you. It’s maddening, really, the way she lingers in the space, claiming it without meaning to, as if her very presence could overwrite the hours you spent constructing it.

“You’ve really outdone yourself,” she says, her voice light, unaware of the way it cuts through the silence with a sharpness that’s almost physical. There’s a half-smile on her face, something unreadable that you can’t quite shake off.

You shrug, adopting an air of disinterest you’ve perfected over the years. “Thought you’d appreciate the change of scenery”

She raises an eyebrow, still oblivious, her focus now on the bust of Venus of Arles by the window. For a second, you want to laugh at the madness of it, how she’s here, right in front of you, while you’re clawing at the edges of your own restraint.

But she’s still gazing around, her fingers brushing the edge of a table as if she has all the time in the world. As if she doesn’t know what you’re holding back. You take a slow breath, exhale, feel the tension coil tighter inside, and think that if you let this linger for even another second, you’ll start to resent the calmness of it, the quiet rhythm that feels too much like waiting. Like settling into something you’re not prepared to face.

“Wine?” You ask in a futile attempt to keep things just this side of civilised. The offer hangs in the air, a thin layer of normalcy that feels like it could snap at any moment, but she only nods, glancing over with a slight smile, one corner of her mouth lifting in that way that’s halfway between polite interest and something more.

“Sure,” she says, her voice smooth, without a hint of awareness. “You pick”

You turn to the wine rack with an exaggerated casualness, scanning bottles you chose with this exact moment in mind. You could explain the notes of every vintage, how each one was picked not because it pairs with any particular food—because let’s face it, dinner’s not exactly on your mind—but because it suggests a kind of sophistication, a subtlety. You choose a bottle of red, something full-bodied and just slightly bitter, almost as if in silent commentary on the situation. You pour, slowly, setting the glass down in front of her with a kind of precision that’s both reverent and clinical. She reaches for it, her fingers grazing the stem, the gesture infuriatingly graceful.

The first sip seems to surprise her. “Good choice,” she murmurs, eyes meeting yours over the rim of the glass.

The silence stretches on just a moment too long, the air thick with something that isn’t quite tension, more like a coiled spring just waiting for one of you to press down. You feel it building as she shifts, glancing around the room, and suddenly, you realise she’s working up to something. There’s a certain deliberateness in the way she moves, a careful consideration in her stare, and you know—know—she didn’t come all this way just to admire the decor.

“Look,” she starts, her voice softer than usual, carrying a weight that tells you she’s not talking about the view. “I’ve been thinking—”

But you can’t—won’t—let her finish. Not when you know exactly what she’s about to say. You cut her off, leaning forward, your tone light, easy, deliberately dismissive. “Please don’t tell me you came all the way here just to talk, Alexia”

She freezes, mid-sentence, and there’s a flash of something in her eyes, a blend of surprise and—annoyance, maybe? But she masks it quickly, her lips pressing into a tight line. “I thought you’d appreciate me being… honest,” she says slowly, as though testing the waters, watching you carefully.

“Honest? That’s what we’re calling it?” You let a smirk tug at the corner of your mouth, a practiced expression, something designed to be just detached enough to hold everything at arm’s length. “Come on, we’re better than that, aren’t we?”

She raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by your deflection, but there’s still a hint of amusement in her eyes. “Better than what? Talking?”

Talking. The word hangs in the air, innocent, innocuous, yet loaded in a way that feels heavier than it has any right to. You shift, taking another sip of wine, letting the liquid burn down, hoping it’ll smother the way her eyes feel like they're peeling away all your practiced layers. It’s one thing to enjoy someone’s company, but the feeling creeping in now is something else, something you’re not used to. It feels inconvenient. Like an itch you can’t reach.

You try to fire back, something witty, something cool, but the words catch in your throat, your mind scraping empty. It’s frustrating, the way she’s caught you off guard, how she’s unraveled your carefully crafted reserve without even trying. You reach for your glass again, swirling the wine, stalling for time, anything to avoid that knowing look in her eyes.

But then it dawns on you, like a spark catching flame—there’s still one thing left to do to regain control. Something you can do that would put you back in charge, bring this uncomfortable vulnerability back into something physical, where you excel. You set your glass down, slowly, purposefully, letting the silence stretch taut between you both.

She watches you with that smirk, that trace of challenge, as if daring you to break this moment of stillness.

“Come here,” you say, low and steady, injecting just enough command to leave no room for debate.

“No”

She says it so simply, so carelessly, that for a moment you’re almost convinced you misheard her. It’s infuriating, really, that one little word has the power to throw you so entirely. Your pulse stumbles, and you feel the ground slipping from under you, just enough to catch you off guard.

“Alexia.” You give her a look that’s intended to be definitive, final, but it lands with all the power of a weak threat. Her smirk widens into a full, infuriating smile, the one that says she’s entirely aware of the effect she’s having on you.

“Just hear me out,” she says, with a kind of softness that’s more unnerving than you’d like. “You’re doing that thing. The thing where you turn everything into—” She pauses, gesturing vaguely with her hand, searching for the right word, “—into some kind of performance”

It’s an odd, unnerving feeling, this loss of footing. Normally, you’d have a witty reply ready, something cutting or clever, but instead, you feel like she’s stripped you bare, left you standing there with nothing but honesty, and you hate it.

“So now you’re the expert?” you reply, finally finding your voice, though it sounds sharper than you meant. “Since when do you—”

“Since I started actually falling for you,” she says, cutting you off, her voice low but clear. It’s not even particularly dramatic, the way she says it, and somehow that’s worse. Like she’s not trying to turn it into anything, not expecting any kind of reaction—just stating it as a fact.

You feel a flush rise to your face, and you mask it with another sip of wine, a hasty attempt to cover up the sudden jolt in your chest. She waits, just watches you with that maddening calm, as if giving you all the time in the world to come up with some kind of response.

The air between you feels thick, heavy with something unsaid and unfamiliar. You feel the urge to laugh, to make light of it, anything to disperse this feeling building between you, something dangerously close to vulnerability.

“You don’t have to make this into… whatever this is,” you say, gesturing between you. “Let’s not get sentimental”

“I’m not,” she says, crossing her arms, looking impossibly patient. “I told you I’m just trying to be honest. I thought that was allowed”

“Honest,” you repeat, as though the word itself is foreign. And maybe it is. Honesty has never been the thing you reach for. Honesty is for people who can afford to look foolish, who don’t mind slipping, stumbling a little. Honesty is… unnecessary. And maybe that’s exactly why it’s got you so rattled now.

You set your glass down, more forcefully than intended, and close the distance between you with a deliberate slowness, a silence that says everything you aren’t willing to say out loud. She watches you, unmoving, waiting, that infuriating patience of hers still intact.

“Fine,” you murmur, leaning in close, your voice barely above a whisper. “If youre falling for me, fucking show me”

Her lips quirk in the barest hint of a smile, a flicker of amusement mixed with something warmer, something that makes you feel like you’re the one being dissected here. It’s maddening, really, how effortlessly she manages to get under your skin, slip past all those careful layers. And yet you’re already reaching for her, pulling her closer, desperate to change the pace, to turn this moment into something you can control.

There’s a split second where neither of you move, holding the charged silence like it might be the only thread of control left. And then it snaps. You reach for her, not gently, fingers curling around her wrist with enough force that she has no choice but to be pulled in. Her smirk flickers, only slightly, and there’s something about the momentary surprise in her eyes that makes your grip tighten further, anchoring yourself as much as her. It’s a flash of vulnerability that vanishes as quickly as it appears, leaving behind nothing but a thin layer of bravado, one you’re keen to shatter.

You pull her toward you, and the air shifts, that faint hint of uncertainty cracking into something far messier. Your hand finds its way to the back of her neck, fingers threading into her hair with a kind of reckless precision, not even aware of how tightly you’re holding on. You don’t waste time; you’re not even sure there’s time to waste. And as soon as you lean in, catching her mouth with a kiss that’s anything but tentative, you feel her resistance melt, her lips parting under yours with a roughness that’s almost defiant.

She meets you with equal force, as if each clash of mouths, each bruising press of skin, is a way to gain back her own control, and you revel in it, the give-and-take that feels as calculated as it is chaotic. Your hand slips to her jaw, holding her there, your thumb brushing over the corner of her mouth with a kind of ferocity that toes the line between possessive and desperate. You know it’s not going to be gentle; there’s a part of you that doesn’t want it to be.

You’re moving backwards, feeling the edge of the marble island press into your spine, but it doesn’t matter. She’s everywhere, her hands gripping the fabric of your shirt, blunt nails scraping against your skin as if she’s staking a claim, as if she’s finally caught on to the pace you’ve been trying to set and decided to match it.

“Is this what you wanted?” Her words slip out like a slow, deliberate knife cutting through the air between you. The tone, sharp, unfamiliar, though has been the soundtrack to your late-night thoughts. It’s almost as if she knows, like she’s caught you in the act of something that’s always been just below the surface. Her breath comes in shallow gasps, eyes darting between your face and the space between you two, as if trying to read the faintest tremor in your expression. It’s always a game with her, always a step too far.

Yes.

“No,” you manage, your voice betraying you—cracked, thin, like a lie too rehearsed. The words come out wrong, but they come out anyway, forced through a tightening chest.

The moment stretches, each second fracturing, bending and folding into itself. It’s like trying to hold a conversation with a shadow—everything slips just out of reach, and the harder you try to grasp it, the more it seems to twist away, leaving nothing but the sensation of your own breath hitching in your throat. You fucking hate this. You hate the way her fingers curl in the fabric of your shirt, as if trying to remind you of your place, of the expectations that have always followed you both like a silent, mocking echo.

No, you don’t hate her.

Fuck. You love her.

The thought is an ugly, dissonant thing, a weight that doesn’t settle easily, like a slow-moving tide pulling you under. The water’s cold. You can’t feel the bottom. You don’t know which way is up, and the only thing you do know is that, somewhere along the line, you’ve let yourself drown.

Your pulse is almost deafening in your ears, hammering in time with your desperate need for air. There’s something about the way she stands before you—still and deliberate, eyes trained on yours—that makes the room feel smaller, closer. You think you can hear her thoughts. Feel them. It’s maddening, how much she seems to know you, how she’s always known the way you bend. How much she’s learned to manipulate that bend, until you almost forget what it’s like to be anything but this: a response.

You swallow. The taste of her is lingering on your lips, sweet and bitter all at once, like a bad memory. How many times has this happened? You don’t know anymore. The last time feels as far away as the first time—when she leaned in, the weight of her body an invisible promise. But tonight, there’s something different. It’s in the way she watches you, cold, calculating, her fingers still gripping the edges of your shirt, the only real connection between you two in the moment.

She inhales slowly, the rhythm deliberate, like she’s listening to a song you can’t hear. The silence is suffocating.

“You’re lying,” she says, low and accusing, with just enough venom to make you flinch. There’s a tiny smile that tugs at the corner of her mouth, something fleeting, something knowing. You want to reach out, to take her in your hands and pull her close, but the distance between you both feels like a universe. The space feels like a reflection of everything that’s wrong with you: the empty conversations, the meaningless gestures, the ache that’s always there, just beneath the skin. It’s maddening, this tension.

And yet…

You want her. Fuck, you need her. You don’t know if it’s because you love her or because she knows how to make you feel more alive than anything else. She’s become your addiction, your fire, the only thing you can’t quit.

Another shift in the air. Another breath from her, shallow and calculated. It’s not a question anymore, not a challenge—it’s an affirmation. She knows, and you know, too.

You close your eyes for a moment, just long enough to lose yourself in the fleeting memory of something that almost felt like peace. The sound of her voice, the taste of her, the way she touched you. It’s all a blur, a disjointed collection of moments tied together by one inescapable truth: you’ll never be able to walk away.

Not this time.

When your eyes open again, she’s still standing there, eyes not leaving yours, studying you. Everything feels slowed down, almost too slow. Like time is bending around her, twisting the seconds into something thick, sticky. Her gaze doesn’t soften, but it holds you in place, an anchor, a force. The room is silent except for the faint hum of the refrigerator in the background, the dull tap of your own pulse in your ears.

You don’t speak. Not yet. You don’t need to.

Her fingers slide along your chest, trailing down in that same slow, infuriating pace, until they settle on the edge of your shirt again, the same place they started. She doesn’t look away, her lips curving upward in a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes.

It’s like she’s trying to decide whether you want to hurt her or fuck her. And the problem is, you’re not sure you can tell the difference anymore.

Your hands curl into fists at your sides, nails digging into your palms like that might keep you steady, like that might stop you from doing the one thing you swore you wouldn’t.

Loving something. Someone. Loving Alexia.

“What are you so afraid of?” she murmurs, her voice low, almost gentle, and it’s the softness of it that makes you unravel completely.

You don’t think—you can’t. One second you’re standing there trying to convince yourself you still have your palms wrapped around this situation, and the next they’re on her, pulling her in with a force that’s almost cruel. Your mouth finds hers, hard and unrelenting, and she gasps into the kiss, her fingers clutching at your shirt, wrinkling the silk, as if you might disappear if she doesn’t hold on.

She tastes like spearmint gum and coffee. You imagine her shivering as she steps off the plane, teeth chattering in the wind, and too polite to mention it. But your driver notices, you pay him to notice, so before her luggage is out of the cargo, a café con leche is being pressed into her gloved hands.

It’s not a kiss. Not really. It’s a collision, hard and unrelenting, her mouth crashing into yours with a force that feels like defiance, like she’s daring you to stop pretending. To stop holding yourself together so tightly you’re liable to snap.

Your hands are already on her, pulling her close, so close it feels claustrophobic, but you can’t stop. You can’t make yourself pull away because then you’d have to look at her, really look at her, and confront the unbearable softness in her eyes. You’d have to hear her voice again, saying the one thing you’ve been trying to ignore since she first murmured it like a needle under your skin:

“What are you so afraid of?”

What you’re afraid of is this. Her. The way she’s stripped you bare with no effort at all, no grand gestures or declarations. She’s unravelling you with the weight of her presence, with the simple fact of her being, and you hate it almost as much as you crave it.

Your teeth scrape against her lower lip, harder than you mean to, and she gasps, but she doesn’t pull away. Her nails dig into your shoulders, gripping onto you while you take your rightful place at the helm of this godforsaken dance.

And she’s letting you. Letting you press her against the edge of the table, her legs bumping into the thick, varnished oak. The table was handmade by some artisan you don’t remember the name of, its surface polished to a high gloss that reflects the warm light overhead. You’d spent weeks agonising over the purchase, debating wood grains and finishes with a level of scrutiny that felt absurd even at the time. It’s the kind of thing people like you do when they’re too scared to focus on what matters.

But now it’s just a table. A thing in the way, a thing that’s caught between you and her.

Her jeans catch on the wood as you push her back, and the sound is sharp, cutting through the fog in your head. You hesitate for half a second, your hands hovering at her hips, fingers brushing the cool metal of her belt buckle.

“You’re thinking too much,” she says, her voice low and breathless. It’s not a reproach—it’s almost amused, like she knows exactly what’s going on in your head, and it’s ridiculous to her that you’re trying to wrestle this into something it’s not.

“I’m not thinking at all,” you say, and it’s true. Or it’s a lie. You don’t know anymore, and you don’t care.

The belt comes undone with a soft clink, the leather sliding through the loops of her jeans in one smooth motion. You let it fall to the floor, the sound of it hitting the tile lost beneath the ragged breaths you’re both taking. Your hands are shaking slightly as you undo the button on her jeans, the metal cold against your fingertips.

She doesn’t help you. Doesn’t lift her hips, doesn’t make it easier. She just watches you, her gaze steady and unwavering, like she’s daring you to keep going.

And you do.

You yank the denim down her thighs, your movements jerky, almost frantic, and it’s not until the fabric crumples on the floor that you realise your hands are still trembling. She notices too, her lips twitching into that infuriating half-smile, the one that makes your stomach twist into knots.

“What are you doing?” she asks, her voice soft but edged with something sharper, something that cuts right through you.

“I don’t know,” you admit, and the honesty of it feels like a blow to the chest.

“Don’t stop,” she whispers, and the words make something inside you snap.

You hook your fingers into the waistband of her underwear, dragging them down her thighs in one swift, unceremonious motion. The damp lace clings for a moment before it slides free, pooling at her knees before hitting the floor. You don’t stop to think. There’s no room for hesitation here, no space for the doubt that’s been clawing at you since this started.

Her scent hits you first, heady and intoxicating, and for a moment you freeze, overwhelmed by the sheer weight of it. But then she moves—just slightly, her hips tilting forward in an unspoken plea—and it’s all the permission you need.

You press your mouth to her, your tongue sliding through her folds with a slow, deliberate pressure that pulls a broken sound from her throat. Her taste is sharp, almost sweet, and it floods your senses in a way that makes you dizzy. Her thighs close around your head instinctively, caging you in, and you let out a low, involuntary groan against her skin.

“Fuck—” Her voice is high and breathy, her fingers digging into your scalp now, hard enough to sting. “Don’t stop. Don’t—”

You don’t. You press deeper, your tongue finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at her centre and circling it with a precision you didn’t know you had. She jerks against you, her body arching off the table, and you use the opportunity to slide your hands up her thighs, holding her steady.

The table creaks beneath her, the sound of the wood groaning under her weight mixing with the wet, obscene noises of your mouth against her. It’s filthy and raw, every sense overwhelmed, and you’re not sure if you’re doing this to prove a point or because you can’t bear to stop. Maybe it’s both.

Her head tilts back, exposing the long, elegant line of her throat, and you want to mark it, to leave evidence of this all over her skin, but you can’t pull away. Not when she’s gasping your name, her voice breaking like she can’t quite believe what’s happening.

You slide a finger into her, slow at first, just enough to make her hips stutter against your mouth. She’s tight, impossibly so, and you feel her clench around you as you add a second finger, curling them just right. Her moan is loud, sharp, and it sends a bolt of heat straight through you.

“God, you—” She doesn’t finish the sentence, doesn’t seem capable of forming words anymore, and it sends a twisted sense of satisfaction through you. You focus on her clit again, your tongue moving in quick, precise circles as your fingers work her open, the slick heat of her making it almost too easy.

Her legs tremble around you, and you can feel her getting closer, her breathing turning shallow and erratic. You don’t let up, don’t give her a second to recover, pressing her higher and higher until she breaks with a cry that sounds like your name.

Her whole body shudders, her thighs clamping tight around your head as she rides out her orgasm, and you keep going, drawing it out as long as you can until she’s pushing weakly at your shoulders.

“Enough,” she gasps, her voice wrecked, and you finally pull back, your lips and chin wet with her.

You look up at her, and she’s a mess—her hair sticking to her damp forehead, her chest heaving with every ragged breath. Her eyes meet yours, dark and unreadable, and for a moment neither of you says anything.

Then, slowly, she reaches for you, her hands shaking as she grabs at your jumper and pulls you up to meet her. Her kiss is rough and desperate, her teeth catching on your lower lip, and you realise she’s not done.

Her hands don’t go for your own clothes like you’d expected. Instead, they move to your thighs, her grip firm and commanding, and before you can comprehend what’s happening, she’s lifting you. The sudden change knocks the air out of your lungs, and you gasp, your legs instinctively wrapping around her waist, locking you against her. The motion is seamless, like she’s done this before—or like she’s always known she could.

You try to tell yourself you hate how easy it feels, but you don’t. You can’t.

Your hands find her shoulders, her jaw, her hair—anything to ground yourself, but nothing works. You’re still dizzy, still untethered, even as her lips crash against yours. There’s nothing gentle about it, nothing controlled. Her teeth scrape your bottom lip, her tongue pushes into your mouth like she’s trying to devour you, and you let her because for once you don’t want to think about what comes next.

She’s walking, you realise belatedly, the steady rhythm of her steps making your body rock against hers. It’s disorienting, the way she carries you so easily, like your weight is nothing, like you’re the fragile thing here.

You kiss her harder to prove you’re not, nipping at her lip until she growls low in her throat, a sound that vibrates through you and pulls a small, involuntary moan from your lips. Her hands tighten on you, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs, and it sends a sharp thrill up your spine.

The hallway blurs around you, the world narrowing until it’s just her—her mouth on yours, her hands gripping you like she’ll never let go, her body impossibly solid against yours.

When she finally kicks the door open and lays you down on the bed, it feels like surrender. Not hers. Yours.

You don’t realise how tightly you’ve been clinging to her until she pulls back, your fingers still knotted in the collar of her shirt. The fabric wrinkles between your hands, and for a moment you just stare at each other, the room charged with something you don’t have the words to name.

Her eyes are dark, searching, but there’s no smugness, no trace of victory there. Instead, there’s something softer, something that makes your chest ache in a way that has nothing to do with lust.

“I’ve got you,” she murmurs, her voice low and steady, and it undoes you more than anything else she’s done tonight.

It’s too much. The weight of her words, the way she says them like a promise, like she means it. Your chest tightens, and you shake your head, your fingers releasing her collar to press against her shoulders, keeping her at a distance.

But she doesn’t let you push her away completely. Her hands slide up your sides, gentle now, her touch a sharp contrast to the bruising grip she had on you moments ago. She’s watching you, waiting, like she knows exactly what’s going through your head.

You hate her for it. You hate her because she’s right.

“I can’t…” Your voice cracks, barely audible, and you don’t even know what you’re trying to say.

She leans in, her forehead resting against yours, her breath warm against your cheek. “You don’t have to,” she says simply, and the honesty in her tone is unbearable.

You want to argue, to fight, to push her away, but your body doesn’t move. You just lay there, your chest heaving, your hands trembling against her. You feel like you’re teetering on the edge of something vast and unknowable, and for the first time in a long time, you’re not sure if you’ll survive the fall.

Because this isn’t about sex anymore.

It’s about her, and the way she looks at you like you’re something worth holding onto. It’s about the way your body feels like it’s breaking apart under the weight of it, like you’re finally being seen for what you are—what you’ve always been.

A liar. A coward. Someone too afraid to let go, too afraid to feel, too afraid to love.

Her lips brush yours again, soft this time, barely there, and you let out a shaky breath. It’s not enough to drown in. Not yet. But it’s close.

“Let me in,” she whispers, and it’s not a command. It’s an offering.

You close your eyes, and for the first time, you don’t resist.

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Fix This

Leah Williamson x reader x Alessia Russo

Warnings: Basic writing first one back so be nice yeah

“I-I miss you, bo-both of you”

You feel your heart break as you watch tears pool at the bottom of Alessia’s eyes and theres nothing you or Leah can do about it over this stupid facetime call, but its not like Alessias only up the road, shes four hours away in Manchester, four hours away from a hug, a kiss a cuddle, a hand running through her hair telling her everything is going to be ok.

If this was any other night you would get in your car and drive those four hours to her, to hug her, kiss her, cuddle her, run your hand through her bright blonde hair and tell her its going to be ok but its not any other night, its the night before the new season, the night before you play Brighton at Meadow park.

Your heart hurts more and more as you watch the older girl wipe her red eyes with her (Leah's) jumper sleeve, sniffling and hiccuping still.

"We will see you soon love we promise."

Alessia knows thats the best the both of you can do but it still hurts, the distance still hurts.

"Don't hang up the phone please." You shake your head, "Never Less, we are on this end for as long as you need." Alessia nods softly her voice quite "Just until i fall asleep at least." Leah nodds "Of course Darlin as long as you need."

You fall asleep first, it happens every time, your head perched on Leah's chest so you could still see Alessia but the sound of the older pair talking in hushed voices always sends you to sleep sooner than you'd like, you've tried many times to stay awake for less's sake you say, but you can't, as soon as the hushed voices are brought in your out like a light.

"Go to sleep Darlin, you look exhausted.`' Alessia only hums at Leah's reguest her eyes fixated on you, she misses you, misses you falling asleep on her as she combs her fingers through your hair talking about the most random thing, she misses Leah too, she misses the way Leah entertains her random thoughts, how she always knows the right things to say, when she needs to be held and not let go of, or when she eventually does need to be let go of, she misses playing house with the two of you, misses lying around the house, running silly little errands, cooking dinner, movie nights, late mornings spent wrapped in bed together, the things she can only do during the short breaks the seasons allow.

"Don't hang up" Leah smiled softly at the younger girl "Never" Alessia nodds adjusting herself "Tell her I love her" Leah sighs her eyes flicking to you. "Trust me pretty girl, she knows." Alessia nods "But still." Leah agrees whispering a soft goodnight as Alessias eyes begin to shut.

International breaks were the best times for the three of you to get together, to be together happy in a relationship that wasn’t miles apart.

None of you shared rooms Leah stayed with Georgia, Less with Tooney and you with Alex. The girls had their roommates by the time you got called up to the senior squad, you being a couple years younger then Less and so even though you had all been together a couple of months you didn’t want to disrupt their camp routines and instead stayed with Alex, the older girl being sure to look after you at every opportunity.

Still during down time your teammates could find the three of you stuck together, either in the chill room, squished on someone’s bed asleep as a movie played in the background or wandering the grounds. These camps were no different and as you headed to your second last camp of the year you prepared to be joint at the hip with your blondies.

Only Less didn’t seek you or Leah out on your arrival like she normally did and when you found her she simply gave you a hug and a quick kiss before wandering off with her United girls.

As the days passed during the international camp, your heart ached with growing concern. Alessia's usual bubbly energy seemed subdued, her laughter replaced by a quiet melancholy. Leah noticed it too, her worried glances mirroring your own.

"Are you okay?" Leah asked one evening as you sat together in the team's lounge.

You shrugged. "I guess. It's just... why won't she talk to us."

Leah knew what you meant. The season was ramping up, and the pressure was on. But she also knew that something else was bothering you.

"I don't know love, maybe theres things happening with Marc that she just doesn't want to talk to us about yet, but she'll come when shes ready ok."

You hesitated. "hmm. I don't know. I'm worried about her Le."

Leah reached out and took your hand. "It's okay to be worried but Less knows we're here."

You sighed. "I just miss her. And I'm worried about her. She's been working really hard, and I know she's stressed."

Leah nodded. "I understand. I do. I feel the the same way."

You flop your head on to Leah's shoulder "I love you."

Leah kissed your fair squeezing you tightly “I love you too, she does too darling she’s just having a hard time showing it.”

The international break was supposed to be a respite, a chance for the three of you to reconnect and recharge. But the weight of distance and unspoken worries hung heavy in the air. Alessia's usual vibrant spirit was dimmed, replaced by a quiet melancholy that worried you and Leah.

The following day, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease. Alessia was still distant, her smiles forced and her laughter absent. During a training session, you caught her staring into space, a far-off look in her eyes.

After practice, you approached her cautiously. "Less, can we talk?"

She nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "What."

You found a quiet corner of the training ground, the two of you sitting side by side. "What's wrong, love? You've been off."

Alessia hesitated, her eyes darting away, but her voice harsh and cold. "It's nothing. Just a lot going on."

You knew that wasn't the whole truth. "Is it Marc? Something with the team?"

Alessia turns snapping immediately "It's none of your business!" You flinch at her harshness, Leah placing a hand on your back rubbing gentle circles trying to calm you. "I'm fine okay? Just leave me alone." She stands up and walks off, leaving you and Leah stunned.

"Less, please," Leah interjected, her voice gentle but firm. "We're just worried about you."

Alessia scoffed. "Worried? You? You're worried about me? You're worried about your own careers, your own lives. You don't care about me."

Your heart sank. You knew that wasn't true, but you couldn't argue with her. She was hurting, and she was lashing out.

"I'm sorry, Less," you managed to say, your voice barely a whisper. "We just want to help."

Alessia stood up abruptly, her eyes filled with tears. "Just leave me alone."

She turned and walked away, leaving you and Leah stunned and heartbroken.

The silence between you and Leah was heavy, the weight of Alessia's words hanging in the air. You both knew she was hurting, but her words had cut deep.

"I don't understand," Leah murmured, her voice filled with confusion. "We're trying to help her."

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "I know, but she's shutting us out."

"Maybe she just needs some space," Leah suggested, though her voice lacked conviction.

Alex watched you return heartbroken. "She…something is really wrong Ale, I…we don't know what to do." Alex lay with you as you racked your brain for every possible reason, tears streaming down your face as your heart broke for the younger blond.

You don't remeber falling asleep but you wake up tucked into Alex's bed, the older girl up and getting ready for the day. "Hey sleepy, I thought i'd let you sleep longer, but we should head for breakfast before I get a warning." You groaned rolling out of the bed you already hated today.

The weight of Alessia's words still hung heavy in the air, as you entered the foodhall. You and Leah exchanged worried glances, unsure of how to approach her. The tension between you was palpable, a stark contrast to the usual camaraderie you shared.

After training, you decided to take a chance. You found Alessia sitting alone on a bench, her gaze fixed on the field. You hesitated, unsure of how she would react.

"Less," you began, your voice soft. "Can we talk?"

She turned to you, her eyes filled with a mixture of anger and sadness. "What do you want?"

You took a deep breath. "I just want to understand. What's going on?"

Alessia stood up abruptly. "There's nothing to understand. I'm fine."

You reached out to her, but she pulled away. "Don't touch me," she said coldly.

Your heart ached. You knew she was hurting, but she was pushing everyone away.

"Less, please," you interjected, your voice gentle. "We're just worried about you."

By now half the team was watching you both as Leah stepped forward ready to mediate you both.

Alessia scoffed. "Why don't you go worry about your new girlfriend, was two not enough for you, you have to whore yourself out to Alex too."

The air crackled with tension as Alessia's words hung heavy in the air. You felt a wave of shock wash over you, followed by a deep hurt. You loved Alessia, and you knew she loved you back, but her words were like daggers, cutting deep into your heart.

"Hey, you better step the fuck down Alessia that is no way to speak to her no matter how hurt you are, Y/n's just trying to make sure your ok."

Alessia huffed "Like hell she is, to busy cuddling up to Alex, and stringin you along too, pathetic."

Your heart shattered into a million pieces. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. You had always been honest with Alessia, with both of them. You loved them both, and you had never hidden that fact. But now, in her pain, she was accusing you of something you hadn't done.

"Alessia," you began, your voice barely a whisper. "That's not fair. You know that's not true."

But she wouldn't listen. She continued to lash out, her words cutting deeper with each passing moment. You felt a wave of despair wash over you. You had tried to help her, to understand her, but she was pushing you away.

"Oh, really? Then explain why you're always with her, why you're always cuddling up to her. You're just using me, using us both."

Your heart ached as you tried to explain, but your words were lost in the storm of Alessia's accusations. You felt helpless, trapped in a nightmare that you couldn't wake up from.

"Just leave me alone," Alessia finally said, her voice filled with anger and despair. "I don't want to see you anymore."

In the end, you turned and walked away, tears brimming your eyes as you will them not to fall. She doesn't mean it, she doesn't mean it.

You feel numb, You know shes hurting, that shes hiding something from you, but you never thought she would be so mean, shouting at you infront of your friends/teamates, accusing you of wanting to get with Alex.

"I can't believe she said that," you finally managed to say, your voice barely a whisper. 

Leah stands against the wall in your room, her eyes scan your everymove waiting for you to break.

"It's not true."

Leah crouched down putting a comforting hand on your knee. "I know, love. It's not true."

"Will you go check on her please Le." Leahs eyes softened nodding "You sure."

You nod squeezing her hand, "Please baby she needs you, I'm ok"

Leah found Less in the rec room her head in her hands as Tooney talked to her quietly.

"Less," Leah began, her voice gentle, Alessia shot up throwing her self at the defender, Leah held her tight rubbing soft circles on her back. "I know you're hurting, but what you said to Y/n was unfair."

Alessia's eyes filled with tears. "I know, I know. I didn't mean it. I'm just so messed up right now."

Leah sat down beside her, her hand resting on Alessia's. "What's going on? Is there something you're not telling us?"

Alessia hesitated, her eyes darting away. "He won't let me leave Leah, I want to leave but Marc he..."

Alessia's voice trailed off, her eyes filled with fear and despair. Leah's heart sank. She knew Marc, the Manchester United manager, was a demanding figure, but she hadn't imagined anything like this.

"Oh, darling," Leah said, pulling Alessia into a tight hug. "I'm so sorry."

Alessia sobbed into Leah's shoulder, her body shaking with emotion. Leah held her tightly, offering comfort and support.

"We'll figure this out," Leah assured her. "We'll get you out of there."

After a while, Alessia calmed down, her sobs subsiding into quiet sniffles. She looked up at Leah, her eyes red and swollen.

"I don't know what to do," she whispered.

Leah sighed, pulling Alessia into another hug. "We'll figure it out together," she promised.

Alessia nodded, "I...I was so mean to her."

Leah nodded "You were, shes upset and hurt but you are too and she knows that"

"I'm going to go check on her." Alessia said gently pulling away from Leah.

Less found you sitting on the edge of your bed, your eyes red and puffy. You looked up as Less entered the room, quickly wipping your eyes.

"Hey" Y/n asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Alessia walked over to you and sat down beside you, taking your hand. 

"Hey," Alessia replied, her voice soft. "I'm so sorry."

Her voice filled with remorse. "what I said was horrible, I was horrible."

You looked at her, your heart softening. "It's okay, Less. I know you didn't mean it."

Alessia shook her head. "No, I did. I was so selfish and angry. I took it out on you, and I hurt you."

You reached out and pulled her into a hug. "It's okay," you said softly. 

The dam broke then as Alessia sobbed as you wrapped your arms around her tightly. "It's ok, we are ok."

Alessia hesitated, then took a deep breath. "It's Marc," she said, her voice barely audible. " He won't let me leave. i want to leave United, I want to move closer to you, to Leah. But i can't "

Your heart sank. You knew Marc was a tough manager, but you had no idea he was a straight up asshole.

Alessia sobbed into your shoulder. "I know. I'm so sorry for taking it out on you."

You held her tightly, trying to offer comfort. "It's okay. I understand."

After a while, Alessia pulled away. "I need to leave," she said. "I need to get out of there."

You nodded "You will, we will get you out of there, I'll get on to Luca, I..I'll talk to Jonas, Leah will to, we will get you out of there."

Less fell asleep a short while later head tucked into the crook of your neck.

Leah opened the door slowly scared to wake you but surprised to see you wide awake your hands softly combing through the younger blonded hair.

"Sorted?" Leah asked quietly, You smiled softly opening your other arm inviting her to join.

"not yet but it will be, we'll get her out won't we." Leah nodded kissing below your chin before kissing Lesses head "Of course we will."

"You ok though." Leah asked shuffling to lie down more comfortably with you both.

"I knew she never meant it, doesn't mean it didn't hurt but as long as you both know im not a slag i'll be ok."

Leah let out a soft laugh "You a slag, the girl who couldn't talk to either of us without stuttering, I think your safe."

"Good" you let out barley above a whisper as your eyes began to drop.

"Go to sleep love, we'll be here when you wake up."