Please don't skip my message đđ”đž to our honorable people in the world My name is Abdul Rahman from Gaza.. I lost everything in life.. My wife was martyred and my child and I were injured by a missile that fell on us.. My life was completely destroyed and I was severely injured all over my body especially my legs.. The missile tore my wife apart while she was carrying our child.. I ask for your support to start my life anew and overcome the tragedy I am going through.. Please help me with any amount no matter how small to treat my injury and my child's injury and get out of the Gaza Strip and start a better life.. And spread my campaign and my story so that everyone can see it đđđ”đžđ”đž
suddenly you wake up with nothing left.That's exactly what happened with us .we moved from having everything to having nothing.In a blink of an eye ,we lost everything, our house ,dreams,
memories belongings and our works. We are starting from zero and need your help to climb the leader step by step from scratch.
All the positive words cannot express how generous you are, especially in sharing my posts to inform other donors about the people of Gaza who are still suffering from the terrible conditions caused by the unjust war on Gaza!
Please continue to support us by donating directly or by sharing the link to let others know. Don't hesitate to help people in difficult and miserable times until the dark days are over. đđ»đ
Imagine waking each morning to a world turned to ruin, with nowhere to go and nothing to hold onto.
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Dear Friend,
My name is Ghazi Al Amoudi, and Iâm reaching out to you from a place of profound despair. My family and I are trapped in Gaza, engulfed in the unrelenting turmoil of war. Weâve lost everythingâour home, our safety, and the life we once knew đ. Now, we find ourselves huddled in a fragile tent, exposed to the harsh elements, enduring hunger, thirst, and the fear that shadows us every day đšđŠ. Imagine waking each morning to a world turned to ruin, with nowhere to go and nothing to hold onto.
With a heart burdened by sorrow yet clinging to hope, I am pleading for your help đą. Every gesture of supportâwhether a donation, a share, or a kind wordâmoves us one step closer to finding safety and solace in this nightmare. Our home, once filled with warmth and love, is now just a memory beneath the rubble đ. We are left with only fear and uncertainty, struggling to survive each day, hoping for a compassionate hand to help us stand once more đ.
Please, if you can find it in your heart, help us find a safe place to rest, a meal to eat, and a chance to rebuild our shattered lives đđ. Even the smallest kindness can light up our darkest hours, giving us the strength to hope for a new beginning đ„șâ€ïž.
Here is my campaign link: https://gofund.me/8a2c70d7. If donating isnât possible, sharing our story may help us reach someone who can. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for your kindness and support đâ€ïž.
With deep gratitude,
Ghazi Al Amoudi
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Since last night, I've been sent ask from people in Palestine and Gaza for donations and help. And everytime, I will answer they will always be the first that I will respond to.
Those can should help those in need. Even if it's the littlest bit of donations or just a click of a button to share this post. I want everyone to come across any posts like this to sit and think about how they can contribute.
Palestine and Gaza will always have my uttermost support and love. â€ïžâ€ïž
đI am Mahmoud Ayyad, a Palestinian from the besieged and destroyed Gaza đđ, coming from an extended family of young children, women and elderly people â€â€ who have been sufferingđđ for 300 difficult days from an aggressive war.
Our lives are harsh because we lack all the basic necessities of life. Everything has become scarce and unattainable. There is no food, no water, no medicine.
So, I ask you to help me keep my family safe and alive, especially after we had lost all our sources of livelihood.Please do not leave my family to struggle and suffer these difficult days alone. You can support my campaign by donating whatever you can or by sharing my posts to reach others who can help us survive the war to safety and peace. You are helping the lives of many people with your small contribution. Every donation makes a difference in our very difficult lives. But this is a legitimate campaign and has been checked by 90-ghost.
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Hi đ, My name is Mohammad, and Iâm reaching out in a moment of desperate need. Iâm a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. đ
Iâve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $40,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future.
Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my familyâs safety and well-being. đ«¶
If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. đ
I am deeply sorry for what you, your family, and everyone in Palestine are going through. No one deserves to live in war. You and your children are amazing for continuing to fight, and I pray for you, your family, and your country for safety and love. If anyone who comes across this post, please donate. We have to support and care for each other. We live in a cruel world; even the littlest help and support can go a long way. Mohammed, you have my full supportâ€ïž
howâs your writers block going? Iâm happy to see you back active a little more, I love your fics! Out of curiosity is there any chance of sweet but psycho pt 4 anytime soon? No worries if not!
Awww, thank you!!
So, the thing is I've been having thoughts on rewriting Sweet but Psycho like I'm not happy how it's turned out so I might tweak it but silent agony plot has been occupying my mind ngl
đœđźđ¶đżđ¶đ»đŽ | aitana bonmati x reader
đđđșđșđźđżđ | aitana can't stop thinking about you
đđźđżđ»đ¶đ»đŽ | none
đ»đŒđđČ | this been sitting in my drafts for months hehe
Two weeks.
Two weeks since Aitana met you.
Two weeks stuck in a limbo, wishing to see you again. In passing years, confidence had become Aitanaâs best friend. Consistent wins and titles built Aitanaâs reign in the football world, which eventually extended to her personal life. Aitana felt untouchable. All her blood, sweat, and tears led her to this point, and she wasnât gonna stop now.Â
Aitana knew sheâs one of the best players of the generation, playing for the best club in Spain, and if she was being a hundred percent honest, Europe. Sheâs aware of the impact she has endlessly made in the community each year. It wasnât ego talking but a simple fact to be acknowledged.Â
What Aitana didnât realize is that her status and image could only get her so far. The world doesnât excuse star athletes from it's desire to hurt. Before you, Aitana loved the world, and in return, they loved her. But, when she laid eyes on you, Aitana was instantly a goner. When your figure shrinked in size as you walked on, she slowly began to despise the very thing that loved her.Â
You barged into her perfect world with your hot Brazilian accent and beautiful smile. Who wouldnât fall for you?Â
No one. A simple answer Aitana believed.Â
She just wished that when she fell, you would have caught her. Instead, you let her fall continuously into the void that you created with your absence, and Aitana hated it. You demolished her world, a world centered around football only to be destroyed so easily by a charming smile. Dumbfounded, Aitana spent days putting her picture-perfect world back together brick by brick.
For once in her life, Aitana felt pathetic. A familiar yet unfamiliar emotion aching in her chest.Â
In her youth, Aitana understood it. After each loss, she didnât feel worthy, she didnât feel like the great soccer player she strived to be. Aitana felt pathic, so yes the emotion was familiar to her. But, unfamiliar because Aitana didnât lose a game that day, no, she just let go of the one person that sparked the wick in her soul.Â
Aitana never felt a spark with someone before, the spark that many described as fireworks when they met the one. As sad as it is, Aitana never experienced fireworks. She summed it up to the fact that she was busy with football, too busy building her career to feel those sparks.Â
Time went on, and so did Aitanaâs hidden search for those fireworks. She eventually became immune to the romance surrounding her, couples left and right displaying their love that consisted of hand holding, hugs, and kissesâŠthe list goes on. Maybe once or twice out of the year, Aitana wished to find someone to love, but no shooting stars were granted.
Year after year, Aitana slowly became content with her lack of romanceâŠuntil that day on the beach.Â
Aitana remembers that day so bitterly yet so fondly, the team had just finished up their time in the ocean. Favoring their time left with the sun before it completely set. She recalls being at peace. The breeze blew cool air against her warm skin, a still state Aitana hoped she had more often. And then you came along, fresh out the water, surfboard in arm. Effortlessly, you exposed Aitana to a new adrenaline.Â
One she didnât know existed and then when you waved at her, Aitana panicked. This, she liked a lot less, clueless to why she felt such a thing. Cool, calm and collected Aitana Bonmati panicking over a girl waving at her, how gay of her. She can still feel the internal embarrassment coursing through her body.Â
When you spoke, Aitana believed she entered paradise. You possibly gave her the best chat sheâs ever had. Your heavy Brazilian accent was music to her ears. Your rolled râs nearly had Aitana on her knees. You knew how to keep a conversation going, the lightness and flow lifted weight off Aitanaâs chest. The freedom to speak without care was new to her and she loved it. You were interested in what she had to say, focusing on her like she was the most important person in the world.Â
The easy smile you had when she started to ramble and the twitch of your eyebrow when you found something amusing, if this is what people felt when they were in love, Aitana understood the addiction. You made her heart beat to cupidâs song, a rhythm that stuck to Aitana everytime she thought of you.Â
And it was cute until she found sad songs to sync her heart to. Her attempts to hide her feelings sucked, the team immediately noticed her shift in behavior. Not only was she actively restored to brooding, small ques of isolation and a long heartbreak playlist were following factors. Theyâve never seen Aitana so emotionally impacted by someone, the Great Aitana Bonmati wallows in misery over a girl, never thought theyâll see the day.Â
âHer first lesbian heartbreak, the final step to her slut phase.â
Patri groaned, rubbing the back of her head where Frido slapped her. The team was on water break and instead of sitting with the others, Aitana sat at the edge, airpods blasting James Arthur.
Mapi sighed, yanking out her airpod, wrapping an arm around Aitanaâs shoulder. âItâs okay, mi amiga. There are plenty of other women in the sea. We just need to get you in the right space to find them. How about we hit that nightclub by-â Cut off by a cleared throat, Mapi smiled innocently at Ingrid. The Norwegian removed her girlfriend from her dear friend, taking the prior spot for herself.Â
âDonât pay attention to her. You donât need to move on so fast, just go at your own pace.âÂ
Mapi threw her arms out in offense, it wasn't just her who wanted Aitana to enter her lesbian spree. Cata, Patri, Pina, Misa, and even Jenni, who was all the way in Mexico, wanted to break Aitana out of her shell and right into someoneâs sheets.Â
It was a daring plan that they created, too much riding on it if it got leaked. The amount of trouble theyâd get in for messing with precious Tana was undoubtedly scary. Nonetheless, they got to work. Patri and Cata signed her up for dating apps, swiping left and right to find girls who looked similar to you.Â
Jenni was assigned to find potential matches in Mexico which wasn't exactly hard but Mapi kept rejecting them on Aitanaâs behalf when they looked nowhere near you. Misa had a hometown friend that shared the same color hair and eyes as you but Aitana quickly shut it down. Yet, it didnât stop there. Each rejection and failure, they tried harder, determined to win their friendâs heart.
Aitana grew annoyed at their foolishness, Exhibit A.
"No."
"Come on, it'll be fun."
"I'm sure it will be. But, I want no part of it."
"Yes, you do. Trust me, right now you're experiencing your first girl heartbreak and its shitty. But, to get over someone is to get under someone. Now, what about her?â
Aitana glared at Mapi, eyes staring down at her friend, resisting the urge to push the phone that was shoved in her face. âI said no. So, get that phone out of my face before it ends across the field. Leave me alone before I tell Ingrid.âÂ
Mapi's jaw dropped, holding her phone tight to her chest. âThatâs not fair!â She exclaimed, âWeâre trying to help! Misa brought her friend to the city so you can meet her but you locked yourself at Keiraâs which was really rude by the way! She was excited to meet you!âÂ
Aitana clenched her jaw, turning her back to Mapi to continue kicking penalties. Jana giggled, patting a pouting Mapi on the back. âShe doesn't care for them because they're Spanish. She wants a little Brazilian instead.â Aitana's head snapped to Jana, the young girl cowdered behind Mapi at the fierce glare.
âWho told you that?â
Jana peeked out from Mapiâs shoulder, âPatri might've said something about an accent.â Patri said more than Jana claimed, she knew it, Mapi knew it, even Jana herself knew that Aitana wasn't buying her white lie.Â
Mapi gasped, shaking Aitana in excitement. âYou want a Brazilian?! Why didn't you say so, we can book a flight right now and grab the nearest one when we get off." Aitana stared at her friend eye-wide, Jana not too far off. Both looked at Mapi as if she lost her damn mind.Â
âYou want to kidnap someone?â Jana asked in disbelief, was it ever that serious?Â
Mapi wagged her finger in the air, âNo, I said grab. Thatâs different from kidnapping.â Jana shook her head, âI donât think it is if they donât go willingly.â
Mapi threw her arms to the side, almost smacking Aitana in the face. âWhy wouldn't they come willingly? We show them Aitana and theyâll be dogs in heat wanting to meet her. I mean have you seen this face?â Mapi grabbed Aitanaâs jaw in her hand, squishing the midfielderâs cheeks. âItâs so cute!â Mapi cooed, her baby voice in full effect. Aitana shoved the older girl away, sending a heavy glare for the mockery.Â
âIâll end you.âÂ
Aitana threatened, Mapi scoffed, not feeling the slightest worry. Aitana wasnât a vengeful woman, she was calm and collected more than anything.Â
âIâd like to see you try.â Mapi cockily said, calling Aitanaâs bluff. Within a second, Aitana stocked up on Mapi, yanking the phone out of her hand before launching it across the field. âYou bitch!â Mapi yelled, running after her precious phone, praying that it wasnât broken.Â
Aitana turned her back to Mapiâs slouching figure, pointing a finger at Jana. âYou keep messing with me, youâre next.â Jana nodded rapidly, eyes snapping to Mapi as she cried dramatically over her phone. Aitana walked off leaving her two friends to deal with the mess they made.Â
âAnd Iâm telling Ingrid!â
âWeâre not flying all the way to Brazil just for you to set me up with a random stranger.â Patri just couldnât keep her mouth shut. The more the others knew, the more they pressed. Aitana didnât want that, it was frustrating enough to deal with her own emotions but to have more people hound you for it was just as infuriating.
She didn't want anyone that wasnât you, she didnât care for the girls in Spain and she definitely didnât care for some random girls in Brazil. She just wanted you and thatâs all sheâll ever want.Â
Aitana didnât expect anyone to understand. Heck she didnât understand it herself. The very first person she fell for, someone she couldnât have known for no more than an hour, pained her in a way she couldnât explain.
Her mind imagined scenarios of what could have been if you lived in Spain, if she found loopholes to see the relationship working out. It drained Aitana mentally, all these what ifs. And to show up at work or hang out to be constantly tested fueled her anger.Â
She felt like a laughing stock. For the team to know that someone tugged her heart strings was humiliating, double the amount due to the evident impact it had on her. Every woman introduced to her by the helping hand of Mapi, Patri, whoever was a few, pushes away from tipping the iceberg.Â
To the rest of the team, they knew very well that Aitana was bound to snap. Sheâs been teased relentlessly for weeks, they wouldnât be surprised if Aitana became a loose cannon by the end of the month.Â
Aitana sat in her cubby, undressing herself from all the sweat that lingered on her clothes. Patri hopped over, nudging Aitana who ignored her. Patri smiled nonetheless, leaning closer to her, whispering, âI heard what you did with Mapiâs phone. Did she tell you about the match you made on-â Aitana threw her boots into her cubby, whipping around to come face to face with Patri.Â
The talking instantly ceased in the locker room, the sound of boots banging against metal gained rapid attention. The smile on Patriâs lips slowly faded away, the tension in Aitanaâs face vanished any playfulness in her bones. âIf you heard about that then you shouldâve heard what I told her. Leave me alone, quit bringing up random girls for me to date. I donât want them and I don't want you or anyone else meddling with my life!âÂ
Seeing that Aitana was blowing up, Mapi came over to try to do some damage control. âHey, weâre just trying to help you get over that girl. You were so upset about her leaving we just wanted to help.â Despite the softness and genuine intention, that didnât do anything to rid the annoyance and anger building up.
âWell don't! How many times did I ask you to stop?! And you didnât?! You keep making fun of me! Iâm sick of it!âÂ
Alexia quickly interfered, placing a hand on Aitana beating chest giving the younger girl a soft look. âWhy donât you head home and get some rest. Iâll handle this.â She assured, Aitana snatched her bag off the floor and stomped out the room, giving up the fight before it became physical. The doors slammed loudly against the wall with the force Aitana used.Â
Alexia spun on her heels, hands on her lips as she glared at Mapi. âThis needs to stop. Itâs gone on for way too long. I mean it, Patri delete that app off your phone. I know you still have it. Mapi quit trying to set her up with people she doesnât want to meet. And anyone else involved quit the shit before youâre running laps before practice for the entire season.âÂ
Alexia made it a mission to make eye contact with the four who were involved, the other two she couldnât reach due to one being in Madrid and the other in Mexico but sheâll be sure to check them when nationals come. âApologize to her. Buy her flowers, clean her apartment, I donât care just make it up to her, Jonatan has a potential player visiting and we need to make a good impression as a team. Understand?âÂ
Various answers were said, all pleasing to Alexia to what she wanted to hear. âGood. Patri, Pina, and Mapi starting tomorrow youâll be running laps until you apologize. And Cata, youâll be in goal for Aitanaâs balls tomorrow, better hope sheâs cooled off by then.â The four protested but Alexia didnât bother to stay to hear it.Â
Keira winced at the slammed door, the blonde went by to pick up Aitana for their usual carpool and by the looks of it, yesterdayâs mood still lingered. Aitana refused to visit their usual cafe after Pina exposed Aitanaâs loneliness to one of the baristaâs hoping to score Aitana an unwanted date. She even refused to listen to their morning playlist which always gets them in a peaceful mindset for the day.Â
The ride was awkwardly silent, Keira respected Aitanaâs need for silence but it killed her the entire time. As soon as the car stopped, Aitana wasted no time rushing out the car, Keira quickly caught up expecting Aitana to be more dragged with her movements to hold off seeing the team.
âGoing a bit too fast for me, Tana. Mind slowing down a bit.â The blonde chucked but Aitana made no indication that she was listening, noticing Aitana lost in her thoughts Keira stood in front of her primarily stopping Aitana in her tracks.Â
âStill bugged out from yesterday? Donât worry, Alexia had a talk with the team after you left. Theyâre very sorry about their actions.âÂ
Aitana blinked, âLetâs just get to training.â She left it at that, leaving Keira behind. As much Aitana wanted to act like nothing had happened in the past weeks, the brewing irritation and embarrassment had risen to a boiling point that wasnât going to cool soon. So unfortunately for the girls, they were going to be on the receiving end of Aitanaâs fury for the next following days.Â
Aitana pushed the doors open to the locker room, high energy today as loud chatter came from the walls. Time stopped for Aitana, her eyes caught onto the person standing in the middle of the room as if it's the norm. Talking to her teammates with a huge smile. How were you here? Why were you here? Millions of questions ran through Aitana's mind and none could she work out an answer to.Â
Aitana didnât realize that you began making way towards her, even as her eyes followed you as you navigated through the room like you've been here before. You stood right in front of her, except there was no sun blinding her, all she had was the ceiling light, a very dim light.
You had a stupid smile on your face, happiness filled your heart to its content. You counted down the remaining days to return to Barca, to see Aitana after your first encounter it made all the move to Spain more exciting.Â
âHi, Aitana.âÂ
Words breathless, your heart pumping to cupidâs song made it hard to catch your breath. A beat skipped and so did Aitana, well, more like bolted out the door leaving you standing stupidly in the middle of the room.
đœđźđ¶đżđ¶đ»đŽ | alessia russo x mma!fighter
đđđșđșđźđżđ | alessia and ella find themselves in chaos of trouble and you have to go save them.
đđźđżđ»đ¶đ»đŽ | blood, violence, slurs, misogyny, i suck at warnings
đ»đŒđđČ | just gonna silently drop this here and dip. thank you to the anon that requested this!
âI knew I shoulda drove. Now look at what you've done. You gotten us lost.âÂ
Alessia sighed, turning the wheel down an unknown neighborhood. âThe map said turn left, Less!â she groaned, dropping her head on the steering wheel, halting the car in the middle of the road. That was the second wrong turn she had took, theyâve only been down three blocks.Â
Ella made the absolute mistake of letting Alessia drive. She should have manned up and drove with her tweaked ankle that surely would have gotten them to dinner faster.Â
âI swear it said turn right!â Alessia exclaimed, peering around the neighborhood for some familiarity. Ella gasped in disbelief, snatching the phone out its holder, shoving it right into Alessiaâs face.Â
âLeft! It said left!â
Alessia grinned sheepishly, the clear displayment of a left turn route proved Ellaâs point. âWeâve all mistaken our left for our right.â Alessia flinched back when Ella reached over the console, threatening to strangle her. Alessia released her foot off the petal backing herself far from Ella as much as she could. Momentarily forgetting to put the car in park.Â
The car rolled forward, the two girls were far too busy fighting to notice the sudden movement. They jerked, Ella frozed mid-climb, Alessia had stopped screaming. Blue eyes staring into one another as stunned as they can be. Both too scared to look at the situation they found themselves in.Â
âWhat did we just do?âÂ
âI donât know.â
âWhy donât you look?.â
âWhy donât you?âÂ
âYouâre the driver.â
âYouâre the idiot that attacked the driver!â
âOkay. Letâs both look on the count of three.â Alessia nod, she grabbed Ellaâs hands interlacing them for the worst to come. OneâŠTwoâŠThr-âÂ
âHey!â Their heads snapped to the booming voice, a man furiously marching towards them. Hurling slander at the top of his lungs. Terror surged, and Ella repeatedly slapped Alessia to take action. âDrive! Drive!âÂ
Alessia stammered, fumbling the gear between reverse and drive, âI canât! The roadâs too fucking small!â The attempt to make an escape was useless, giving up, Alessia scrambled out the car. âSir! Sir, Iâm sorry I didnât mean-â She stumbled back startled by the closing proximity as he continued his march, no sign of stopping.Â
âYou think I care what you mean! You hit my fucking car!â He screamed, inches away from Alessiaâs face. She turned her head, shielding herself from the strong aggression. Ella instantly went to Alessiaâs side, yanking her back. âI paid pounds for it! Only for some two stupid girls to wreck it!âÂ
Ella scrunched her nose in disgust, spit flying everywhere from his yellow jagged teeth. Smart mouth as ever, Ella said, âTechnically, we didnât wreck it. A little bump to the side is more like it. So donât go get your teeth in a twist.â His face grew beet red by the second, Alessia pushed her best friend behind her. There was no way they were going to get out of this alive if Ella kept talking.Â
âI understand youâre angry but weâll pay for the damages.â Alessia pleads, hoping that by taking responsibility theyâll be good to go. âWe?!â Ella cried, wincing when Alessia stomped on her foot. She threw a stern look, silently warning Ella to shut her mouth. âYes, we. Weâll take full responsibility and pay for all expenses needed.â Alessia forced a smile, praying that what she said was enough to settle the tension.
He chuckled, âYou think Iâm going to trust two whores to have that kind of money?! Do you take me for a fool?! This is a vintage Rolls Royce, your family's generational wealth couldnât pay for this!â He slammed his fist onto the hood of Alessiaâs car, pointing a threatening finger at her. âIâm going to call the police, donât go anywhere!âÂ
Alessia gulped, her stomach tightened as storms of emotions winded her. She felt stupid for being distracted, stupid for not putting the car in park. She wishes that things will be handled privately, no need for the media or you to hear about this, especially you. But, while Alessia was preoccupied, Ella had made a call.Â
âHello, mate? I think itâs best you get down here, Alessiaâs a bit in a situationâŠYeah, weâre nearing that pond you threw Lucy in last month. Alright, see ya. âÂ
Ella tucked her phone in her pocket, just catching the man walking away. âDonât stress too much, Iâve got it handled.â Alessia looked at her with red eyes, hot tears brimming slightly over the edge. Ella pulled Alessia to her side, wrapping an arm around while they waited. It didnât take long for you to arrive, two minutes after the call to be exact. Itâs a good thing they didnât make it far with Alessiaâs poor driving skills.Â
Her eyes grew large at the sight of you racing over, she didnât expect you to be here. She zeroed in on Ella, knowing she had something to do with your sudden appearance. You had become the teamâs go to person whenever they were in trouble, especially if Alessia was an unwilling participant. Then, certainly youâd show up.
âAlessia! Are you okay, love?âÂ
You engulfed her in your arms, looking over her shoulder, Ella nodded assuring that she was unharmed. Alessia released a breath, the security of your arms brought her comfort more than she could imagine. âIâm okay. But what are you doing here? You canât be here.â Alessiaâs words tremble with worry. You were still under investigation after last yearâs incident. Headlines that followed hours later spread like wildfire.Â
You became the center focus, your name and photos plastered on every media outlet there is. Your team did some damage control and ceased the fire but that wasnât enough to call off the rumors and speculation circulating you.Â
In terms of Alessia, her name was out of the limelight. Your team along with hers worked overtime to ensure that her and her friendâs association with you wouldnât be put to questioning. The possibility of your career tanking was on everybodyâs mind, the last thing you wanted was for Alessia and her mates to get mixed up in it all.Â
You furrowed your brows, assessing your surroundings. Your eyes wandered over Alessiaâs car, âI came as soon as Ella called. Said that you were in trouble, and it looks like she wasn't lying. What the hell happened?âÂ
âAlessia hit another car and then this grumpy old man came out of nowhere and started yelling! He called us stupid and whores! Iâm not a whore!âÂ
Ella kicked the rubble on the road, more comfortable to express her anger now that you were here to ensure that she wouldnât get hit for talking her smack. You looked for Alessia for confirmation, rest assured, she nodded. You sighed, pressing a kiss to Alessiaâs forehead. âItâs alright, Less. I'll go have a little chat, rough him up a bit and then we can go.âÂ
There was no point in stopping you, she had learned the hard way. You cupped her jaw, the heat radiating from her red cheeks soothed your cold hands. âStay with Ella until Iâm done. I mean it.â Alessia searched for anything else other than the love and determination, you always held. You didnât let go until she said what you wanted to hear.Â
âYeah, Iâll stay with her until youâre done.âÂ
You softly smiled, understanding that she didnât want you fighting her battles for her. Ever since your public outburst, Alessiaâs been walking on eggshells with whom she interacted and how she interacted, becoming more reserved to avoid another mishap. âDonât worry your pretty head. Itâll be quick.â You kissed her lips, smiling when she refused to pull away. You gave her a parting peck.Â
âElla, you mind pointing him out?â Ella pointed an accusatory finger to the flat behind you, confident that youâd be kicking some ass today, and maybe she could jump in, earn some street credits to her name.
Alessia stared at her friend in betrayal, Ella shrugged, âWhat? If she ends up in prison, at least you know sheâll get your name tattooed on her neck.â Alessia rolled her eyes. Though you assured her multiple times that prison wasnât in your future, it didnât stop the possibility from potentially becoming a reality. âMaybe she could be the next Mike Tyson.â
The door opened, revealing a woman in her thirties, a wash cloth in hand. âHello, darling. What can I do for you?â You gave a charming smile, not expecting a woman to be on the other end. Did the man that just called your girlfriend and friend a whore have a wife? âUm, Iâm looking for your husband I presume. I wanted to speak about some problems we've made along the way.â She smiled politely, seemingly unsuprised that her husband got caught in a web of trouble.Â
âOh, Iâll go get him for you.âÂ
You gave thanks, rocking on your heels as you waited. A man appeared with a beer in hand, a phone in the other. âWhat do you want?â His voice gruffed, your nose twitched at the stench of alcohol, body odor and family disappointment.Â
"An apology. You see the two girls behind me. Well one of them is my girlfriend and the other is her best friend. And I don't know about you, but I don't take anyone disrespecting my girl lightly."Â
He scoffed, the audacity to scoff in your face had your self-control hanging by a thread. He stepped out the door threshold, guzzling his beer before throwing it down on the pavement. Shards flew up a few inches, yet you stood your ground. Â
"Yeah? What the hell are you going to do about it, bitch?"Â
Instantly, you grabbed him by the collar, throwing him down the small steps to his freshly cut lawn. Groans escaped his mouth, his body curled up withering in pain from the blow to his back. âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â
You skipped the steps, kicking his ankle when he tried to stand. âMany things but none that are worth discussing. Whatâs your name? Because I donât think hillbilly bob is it.â He pushed himself up to his knee, this time you let him. He glared up at you, grumbling his name.Â
âPaul. The nameâs Paul.âÂ
You motioned for Alessia and Ella to walk over, âGirls, I know you already met, but this man here name is Paul. Now, Paul, we're going to try this again. Give the girls the apology they deserve.â You tapped your foot, unfazed by the lasers he shot at you. Youâve dealt with the worst people, all who're skilled in kicking your ass. Baseless men like Paul failed to install fear in you. You were the BloodHouse for crying out loud. You werenât so easily shaken.
âShe hit my car. I'm not apologizing for shit."Â
You huffed, your team thought itâd be best for you to lay off matches for a while, you havenât stepped foot in the cage with another fighter for months. Your body was itching for a fight, a real one, and it looks like you found one. âI really wish you didn't say that.â You pulled your fist back, striking him across the jaw.Â
He fell back, and white flash of pain surged from his back to his jaw. Blood flooded his mouth. He gathered up the little strength he had to spit on you. You inspected at the red blob on your shoe, your heart pounding in your ears. Your fingers twitched, feeling the uncontrollable urge to pummel Paul black and blue.
You rushed forward, grabbing Paul by the ear, forcing him up before you tore it off. You inched closer, dropping down to a whisper. âYou're lucky that sheâs here. If it was just you and me, I wouldâve beaten you until youâre tube fed. Now, say you're sorry.âÂ
Fear striked through him, his doe eyes looking at you like some kind of monster. He turned to the girls, reluctant but nonetheless muttered what you were looking for. You purse your lips, unsatisfied. Grabbing his wrist, twisting his arm behind his back. "Louder and make it sincere.â
You weren't a very patient person, never have been, never will be. A trait you honorably gotten from your father, you pushed Paul's arm further as he took his sweet time.Â
âSorry, girls. Seems like he lost his voice, no worries Iâll get your apology.âÂ
âBabe, I donât think-â
âCome on, mate. Say it. Itâll be done and over with before you know it.â Alessia threw a look over her shoulder, silently blaming Ella for dragging you into this mess. Ella raised her hands in surrender. She was partially to blame for this she'll admit.
He visibly clenched his jaw, no matter how hard he tried to conjure up his strength he was no match for you. Your stance established the power imbalance between you two. Him barely holding himself up while you stood firm. Ella smiled in triumph, Alessia winced as the man croaked out an apology, a fearful one, but one nevertheless.Â
You smiled at Alessia who stood weary behind you, she was still getting used to the extent violence could go, slowly she became immune but time could only tell. "What do you say, love? Do you think he's being genuine?"Â
Alessia glanced at you and then to the man down on the ground, her chest filled with a pride. âYeah, I think heâs fine.â You patted Paul on the shoulder, feeling a hint of glee when he hissed.Â
âTold you were lucky.âÂ
Though you werenât done as they thought. You dragged Paul, not minding the dead weight as he tried to stop you. You flipped open the bin, readjusting your grip on the back of his shirt before tossing him in. You closed the lid, kicking it to the ground. Smirking when a shout came from the fall. You turned to Alessia, looking for a job well done.
Ella applauds, entertained by the show you provided, disbelieving that this is what sheâs been missing. âCan we go now? Iâm getting hungry.â
âGladly. Wait before I forget.â You pulled out a wad of pounds from your pocket, throwing it beside the bin, âFor your car!â You gave it an extra nudge, slinging your arm around Alessia as Ella took your spot and continously kicked the bin.Â
Hi! I really loved your newest fic with alessia russo x mma!reader and iâve been thinking of an idea if you wanted to do another part to that. Hear me out đ
So basically Alessia is driving to training with another player in the passenger seat and accidentally reverses into someoneâs parked car. The guy whoâs car it is sees it from inside the house and starts getting really aggressive and shouting at Alessia and sheâs crying because she doesnât know what to do. So the player who was driving with Alessia rings reader and basically says âcan you come down here please this guy is being mean to Alessia and sheâs crying?â. Then because the guy hears someone is coming he goes back inside the house and so reader goes to and rings the door and the guys wife answers. Once the wife answers the door reader is basically like âYou tell him to come out here or iâll come in and get him myselfâ then reader makes the guy apologise to Alessia until sheâs satisfied. Just an idea ofc it doesnât have to be used đ
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OMGGGGG YESSSS
Gurl, I've been looking for something to get me out of this slump
hey! Any chance youâre writing the next part of sweet but a psycho soon? No rush or anything, just enjoy your writing!
Aww, thank youâ€ïž
I haven't written anything for Sweet but psycho yet, I hit a major writers block and just trying to get over it as much as I can. But when I do, I'll try to get back into the series as fast as I can
hey ml, you havenât updated in 3 months and i just wanted to make sure youâre okay đ«¶đ»đ«¶đ»đ«¶đ» no rush to upload just want to make sure youâre good
hello my sweets, I'm okay just navigating through life as always. Trying get over this writers block as much as I can. Thank you for askingâ€ïž
