Summary: When a pop star attends El Clásico as part of her collaboration with FC Barcelona, she meets Alexia Putellas, the captain of Barça Femini
Ongoing:
under her wing - Alexia Putellas x platonic!reader
Summary: 4 times you did not have a family and 1 time you did
Part 1, Part 2
one simple rule - Alexia Putellas x Reader
Summary: The daughter of a legendary football manager has one simple dating rule: no footballers - a rule that becomes increasingly difficult to follow after meeting Alexia Putellas
You Weren’t Meant To Be Home (Leah Williamson x Walsh!Reader)
Keira Walsh’s little sister, Y/n, has always felt like her older sister’s best friend, Leah, hated her. Following Leah’s ACL injury and her World Cup dreams coming to a halt, the two find themselves in Australia to cheer the Lionesses on. But, when Y/n finds herself in an uncomfortable situation, she wasn’t expecting Leah of all people to be the one there to help
A mini series filled with sisterly angst and cute, soft moments between Y/n and Leah
I’ve tagged everything in relation to this universe under #fic: beautiful girl, if I forget to upload something to this masterlist, you can scroll through that tag instead 💕
2020/21 Season
First Meeting you meet a Beautiful girl
2021/22 Season
Bon Día, Mi Amor Alexia wakes you up in the best way possible.
2022/23 Season
Coaxing (18+) you help Alexia out in the bedroom
Night Out (18+) Alexia decides to be bratty
2023/24 Season
Welcome Home (18+) Alexia comes home after the Olympics
Ballon d’Or (18+) you come home after winning your first Ballon d’Or
Does She Even Speak Spanish? After winning your first Ballon d’Or, you do a documentary
2024/25 Season
Outside Looking In Mapí and Ingrid explain the dynamics Capi vs Alexia vs Ale
Halloween (18+) Alexia forces herself to watch a scary movie with you
200 Goals Alexia is being stubborn
Tired Alexia is just so tired
Injury (18+) You tweak your knee
Christmas Eve (18+) You and Alexia go to Barça’s Christmas Party
New Year’s Eve (18+) You spend NYE with Alexia
Waking Up It’s an off day
You’re Mine (18+) Alexia’s Nike ad has you feeling a certain type of way
A Pretty Goal Scorer After the Chelsea win, Alexia just wants to love on her pretty goal scorer
Let’s Go on a Date you and Alexia plan a date night
Rooftop (18+) you and Alexia have your date
2025/26 Season
Friendlies: you go on Sam Mewis’s podcast
That Lioness You go on That Lioness Podcast
The First Time in a While (18+) You and Alexia had ‘proper’ sex for the first time in a while
Friendlies You go on Sam Mewis’ Podcast
Mistletoe Alexia has been acting strange ahead of the Barça Christmas Party
Premium Access You stumble in on Alexia posing for some photos
Headache: You have a bit of a headache, but Ale takes things very seriously.
500 (18+) you celebrate Alexia’s 500 games
Everything is Changing Alexia is leaving Barcelona
Self Care: The development of yours and Ale’s self-care days.
Spoilt (18+): you and Alexia enjoy your boat day
2026/27 Season
Mother Duck: with Alexia gone, you get promoted to “Team Mum”
Cheat Sheet
Amor’s life so far (as of start 2026/27 season)
Headcanons
Headcanons 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5
Quick Headcanons
Some more quick ones
More things that have been on my mind
Random ones
Birthday headcanons
Amor and her instruments
Ale trying to get off without Amor there
The time they had a giant fight
The Man City Barça UWCL match
Amor and Las 15
Amor and Ale after the 2023 WWC
SWF headcanons
NSWF Headcanons
Christmas Traditions
Fav sex positions and locations
Kinks
Kids
Ale falling in love with Amor
T-shirt
Team Mums
Amor’s broken ankle
Moodboards
Moodboard 1
Moodboard 2
Moodboard 3
Social Medias
Questions
Does Amor have tattoos?
What Nationality is Amor?; How is she like playing against Alexia?; What is her relationship with Alexia’s “kids”?; Does Amor have any secret talents?
Does Amor like the Alexia TikTok edits?
What does Amor and Alexia’s relationship look like to other people?
Was Amor in Alexia’s documentary?
Is Amor younger than Alexia?
How did Amor and Alexia announce they were dating to the public?
What was the moment it clicked for Alexia to let Amor be in charge?
Is Amor on track for a Ballon d’Or?
Is Amor an arse girlie?
Does Ale and Amor encounter any issues with it being Amor's first real wlw relationship and (im assuming) not Ale's?
What’s it like when they play each other at National level?
Do Ale and Amor ever try to hide their relationship?
Does Ale ever find out about Amor asking Ale’s parents for her hand in marriage?
What is Amor and Ale’s honeymoon and wedding like?
Does Ale and Amor ever deal with jealousy?
Is Ale moving to LCL and Amor staying at Barça? (Extended answer)
Would you please write some Jessie angst? Where Jessie has moved to the thorns is doing long distance
With reader who is still playing for Chelsea and sees something online about reader and Lucy being close maybe toooo close and gets jealous
Hello anon! I hope you like the story, I really had fun writing it.
TW: swearing, jealousy, language, typos
Another side to you ~ Jessie Fleming
After the quarter final, which altered you for a few years, you are out with some of the team, celebrating, living the moment. Sitting in the booth buried in the back of the bar, your head rests on lucy shoulder, eyes half closed after the hard-working matchday. Their voices distant mingling into each other. Giggles fill the air when the darkness was suddenly illuminated. You open one eye and watch Niamh as she types on the display.
What’s a tired person’s favourite exercise? Yawning! picture
Why did the lamp go to bed early? It was burnt out!
Later that night you try to call Jessie multiple times, but she declines every single time, actively. After the fourth or fifth time she writes you go to sleep you seemed tired.
Irritated you glance at the message. “What? What do you mean? Did I play bad?”
Jessie bid her lip, holding back to cave in. “No, the picture.”
“??”
She didn’t answer you again
The next day was an off day for you, and you had planed a date with Jessie beforehand.
For the first time in months where neither of you had places to be or times to einhalten.
You waited in front of the small café, hidden in a quiet side street in the little village where your hotel is a few kilometres outside off a little on the mountain.
Five minutes fly past.
Fifteen.
Thirty.
It doesn’t seem like Jessie, she would never be late. It’s just not her.
You called, sent her texts. Nothing.
Despairingly you called Niamh, who was 100% at the hotel taking a nap.
Her voice deep, hoarse. “What?”
“I’m waiting for her, since 12 and no sight of Jess. Do you think something happened to her? She doesn’t answer my calls or messages.” You rattle, no breaths taken.
“No, that’s not like her.” She coughs. “I’ll try ma luck. Call you back.”
Thank you, Neve.”
A lifetime your phone vibrates and a picture of Niamh and you beams back.
“I couldn’t reach her.” Niamh voice small through the speaker.
You took a deep breath, the first one since your best friend picked up. “No, no… I can’t believe it, she’s miles away from home and something happened to her. I don’t even know where she is.”
Silence falls on the line.
Then, Niamh clears her throat, taking a shaking breath.
“Wait a damn minute…”
Niamh voice stops your train of thought. “What for?”
“You’re lying!”
Her eye rolling could be heard through the device. “No, I’m not.”
“Absolutely!”
“Y/N, no joke.”
“She doesn’t want to hear from me, she’s ignoring me. Tell me, now,” voice deep, all the concern you felt moments before washed away as you demand the truth.
“She said, she doesn’t feel well.”
“Still a lie.”
After seconds she denies, “no…”
“Well then maybe not the truth.”
“I cant tell you the true reason cause that’s something the two of you should resolve.”
Furious of the facts Jessie is mad and ignoring you and that Niamh, your best friends for over 10 years doesn’t tell you and comes to the Canadian’s defence that really grates on your nerves. “Fuck off.” You end the call, bristling with anger.
What could possible the reason your girlfriend doesn’t want to spent time with you and for your friend to not tell you the reason she doesn’t want to.
You trotted the way back to the tram which will take you back to the hotel. When you arrived lucy, Ella and Esme sat on the front porch, enjoying the sun, looking into the mountains laughing about small things. Walking straight past, you feel their glances on your back. Everyone knew you went to meet Jessie after a lifetime of calls and texts.
Barricading yourself in your room, blanket thrown over your body, shutting the reality out. Knocks echo shortly after through the air.
Then voices call after you.
“Y/N, what’s wrong?” lucy questions.
“Weren’t you supposed to spent time with jess?” Esme’s voice was muffled through the wood.
But you stayed silent. At some point they would leave you alone, hopefully. Minutes drag by and the scrapping of feet over the floor travel in the air.
Then followed silence.
Drowning silence.
Until you hear familiar footsteps. “Serious?!” her voice cuts through the air. “Y/N,” she knocks with force onto the wood. “open up!”
“NO!”
“I’ll break down the door.”
A groan escapes you as you stand up and open the door. Niamh stood there with a half-eaten biscuit. “Peace offer?” she slowly extends her arm so the biscuit almost crashes into your chest.
“I’m not even worth a whole?”
“Shut up and take it before I put salvia all over it too.”
“How do I know you didn’t already do?”
A mischievous smile spreads onto her lips.
You take the pastry from her and put it your mouth. “But I still hate you,” you say with your mouth full, trying not to drop any crumbs.
“Why me? Shouldn’t you be angry with Jessie?”
“No, I’m just hurt.”
She stays silent.
“She stood me up. Doesn’t answer my calls, ignores my messages. What did she say to you?”
Her eyes wander the room, avoiding you with her life.
“Neve, what did she tell you on the phone?!” heat travels through your veins.
“Well as I said, it’s something the two of you should discuss.”
“What could be this serious you shut your noisy mouth?”
“I totally understand her. Maybe it’s just the distance and if you tell her your plan everything gets better, but I kinda see her point.”
A look of puzzlement settles on her face. “I … I would love to clear things up, but doesn’t you get the part where she ignores me?!”
“I do.”
“Can you tell me what this is about, so I can start to change it and she’ll notice?”
“Maybe… maybe you should overthink your closeness to some on the team.”
“What?!”
“Yeah, like maybe some things, let them be reserved for Jessie.”
“Are you fucking serious? She promised me she’s fine with my nature of how cuddly I am with you.”
“Maybe not me in general. I like it, don’t get me wrong. Gives me strength, makes me happy, I feel wanted, you’re like a sister. I’ll miss it, truly.”
“With everybody its just like this. You’re my second family. I feel grounded with this closeness yet ill trade it for any minute I could get with Jessie.” Tears sting in your eyes and Niamh rushes over to you. Arms slinging around your shoulders.
“Oh, I know and I hope she does too.”
“Yeah.”
The next days you keep more to yourself and Niamh. When you pass certain players, you get questioning looks. The atmosphere around you got quieter, normally you were lively, fiercely. But you went inwardly. the semifinal game flew by, but you couldn’t feel the enthusiasm your fellow teammates hold. Jessie’s still distant your way and you try to ignore it. But your heart was heavy, not seeing her despite the few chances you could have.
You sat in the coach minutes before the hour-long travel to the stadium began. You sat at the window, the left seat still empty, still no sign of Niamh. Her perfume proceeds her and before she took the seat next to you, you knew who sat there.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“That’s a lie.”
“No?”
“Sure.”
Silence falls between you two.
“You’re ignoring me.”
“No. Just,” you stop, thinking. “Thinking.”
“About?”
“Nothing specific. Just things,” you fiddle with the scrunchy on your wrist.
“Tell me.”
“Lucy,” you warn her, voice tight. “Leave it be.”
“And if not.”
You rise from your seat and walk past her, down the aisle and took the seat next to Leah. Knowing she’s always quiet before games, thinking, getting into the tunnel.
Her sight falls on you and she asks without words.
“Please don’t,” you mutter as you lean your heads on her shoulder. Her body under you moves as she shrugs.
“You seem off,” the captain comments. “Are you good?”
You shake your head.
“Are you getting sick? You shouldn’t play if you don’t feel well.”
“I’m good,” you whisper.
“But…”
“Leah, I swear, please shut up.”
“Okay, okay,” she assures you.
Then you close your eyes, “thank you.”
Standing in the dug out your thoughts are running, still circling the same topic. You found her during warm up, sitting next to your parents, deep in conversation about everything under the sun. you know how your parents are, always enjoying spending time with Jessie, they love her, always interested how her games went, practice or asking about her parents. A little smile grow on your lips as you reminisce. Jessie didn’t notice you at first, but your eyes burn holes into her skin. Nimah pocked your side and brought you back to reality.
When the net rustles after Mariona sent the ball pass Hannah your heart sunk down your body. You went to her from your position in the midfield and tries to cheer her up despite your own turmoil. With the deficit you went into the changing room at half time. Before you disappeared into the tunnel your gaze met Jessie in the stands and she presents you a small smile, hope bubbles in your stomach and you stood an inch higher.
The ball was glued to your foot as you make your way down the midfield, slaloming past the Spanish player. Passing the ball to Ella on the wing you run further into the Spanish half. When the ball was back at your feet you don’t hesitate and shoot at the goal. As the ball rolls from the top corner diagonally down along the net you throw your arms up in the air. Lucy was one of the first arriving at your side, she pulls her arms around your hips and lifts you up towards the sky. You felt inexorable. As if a mind on their own your eyes wander through the faces until they land on Jessie again. Her lips pressed together as she nods once.
Odd.
The game went on and reached extra time. After millions of tedious runs back into your own penalty box and forwards again you see lucy hobble back into her position. You supported her with the fast Pina. But at some point, the older player couldn’t move on. She sat down on the grass, and you kneel beside her.
“You good?”
She just shakes her head, reaching for the hem of her shirt and pulling the fabric over her face. You wave for the medics.
“What happened?”
“My shin. I cant it hurts so much.”
“It’s all right. Better to substitute.”
“No!”
“Lucy…”
The referee gestured to her to leave the pitch, and the medics help her onto her feet, and you aided her side so she could relieve the pressure from her bad leg.
“Y/N, go. They need you more than me.”
“Shut up. You’re incredible, old lady.”
She flips gentle against your cheek. She entangles her arm from your shoulder, and you slowly retreat yourself backwards back to the game, one corner of your mouth pulled up. Lucy couldn’t move on and Niamh was switched into her place.
After the whistle disturbs the celebrating atmosphere, the hard truth hit you. Penalties.
Beth first try was invalid cause she slipped and touched the ball two times. The second try was deflected by Cata Coll. Ass she came back to the team you pulled her into your side and pat her on the back, encouraging her.
Patri converted her shoot on the goal.
So did Greenwood.
Hannah saved the penalty from Mariona.
Before Niamh went to the spot you whisper motivation to her on your left side. “Go girl. You’re marvellous. I believe in you. You can do this.” With a powerful shot, she send the ball into the left corner. The net rattles and you scream at the top of your lungs, clapping. “Yes Niamh! That’s my best friend!” she takes her places at your side again and you rock her with your arm around her shoulder.
Aitana’s shot was also saved by Hannah, pride taking its room in your chest as you watch the young goalkeeper bloom.
Next up was Leah, you shut your mouth tight. She hated when some of the team shouts towards her when she walks to the spot. But still, she couldn’t convert the penalty btu you still lead the sheet. You’re determined to go over to her once the penalty shoot-out is over.
Spain’s shooter couldn’t convert their penalty as well.
Now it was your turn to step up. You take four steps backwards, taking a deep breath in and a longer exhale. Your steps begin slow and then you accelerate, banging the ball under the crossbar into the left corner and the rest was history.
Everybody comes running towards your as you take off to the English stand. Arms outstretched to the side. Niamh was the first to reach you, she runs so she’s ahead of you and pulls you into an embrace, stopping you both in tracks. “What the hell, this penalty where do you took the strength?”
You shrug your shoulders and she moves to your back and jumps onto it. You carry her the rest of the way piggy bag.
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You thought she would have left the stadium by the time the team moved the celebration from the pitch to the changing room. But as you walk around the corner you see her standing there leaning with her shoulder on the wall talking to Niamh, her back facing you. Naimh gaze meets yours and she shyly smiles at you. Placing a hand on jessies shoulder, saying one last thing to the Canadian before heading to the changing room.
Jessie slowly turns in her spot and lifts her head, her face coming into view as her cap raises with the movement.
“Hey,” your voice almost betrays you.
“Hey,” she whispers back. “Congratulations.”
“Thank you.”
There you were face to face after days of almost radio silence.
Silence fills the air but the unusual awkward, nervous silence.
“You were astonishing.”
“Thank you.” Your sight falls on the floor, and you scratch the floor with your pick.
You wanted to feel her arms around you. Her reassuring, rhythmical heartbeat. Her fingers scratching your head, rubbing circles on your back.
She cleared her throat and your eyes fall back on her.
“Can we talk…” you take a shaky breath, “please?”
She nodded and turned around analysing her surroundings. “Let’s take the first aid ward.”
Silence fills the space between you again. The distance feels further than when she’s back in America.
“You’re always smiling at her.”
“Yeah? That’s what you do in a conversation? You smile.”
“Not like this,” she sights. “Forget it, it’s stupid.”
“You’re annoyed. Why?”
“No.”
“You are.”
“I’m not!”
“Wait are you jealous?”
“No… no. why would I be jealous?!”
“I don’t know that’s why I am asking. Why are you acting the way you did …?”
“Because we used to do all these things together!” her voice grew louder, anger audible. She took a breath, shuddering. “Sorry, interrupted you. Carry on, please.”
“I tried to reach out to you, I called, I sent texts, but you ignored me.”
“What was that the last days? Since she’s at Chelsea, you’re all over her like I don’t exist or something.”
“What? Who?”
“You know who.”
“Lucy?”
Jessie nods.
“But why does it bother you so much, it’s exactly how I am with Sammy and Niamh.”
“Now you’re not.”
“Of course.”
“No, because you don’t look at Niamh like she hung the stars for you or at Sammy like she holds the secret to a perfect life. You’re glued to her, on the pitch, off it, you’re never letting her out of your sight. Sam and Niamh always share stories about your game nights or anything besides practice and matchdays. And it’s always Y/N and Lucy here… there and everywhere. And I tried to live with it, to overlook it, ignore it but if you don’t love me anymore, please just tell me because I can’t let you rip my heart out.”
“I tried to give her the feeling she’s at home, not left out. After years living in Spain, I thought shed a hard time settling back into London weather and the culture. Give her the same feeling she gave me a decade ago as my first call up happened.”
“Well, she’s a grown woman. I think she could handle the move alone.”
“Yeah, maybe but her girlfriend is back in Spain, at first, she her apartment made troubles, her neighbours were noisy cause she’s a star. I offered my place for more discretion. Nala her dog, was still back in Spain until she settled in. only a few blocks away from each other, we drove to practice together and all those small things, friends do.”
“Things we did. Before our relationship.”
“Do you hear yourself speaking? We know each other 2018 when I was this little, naïve youth player who was given the chance in the national team. She’s eight years older, experienced. She took me under her wings. Lucy is like a big sister to me, helped me through a lot. Helped me with you!”
she give you a questioning look.
“My feelings. I didn’t understand them cause you were my best friend and I never felt like this and I was so confused and lost. She helped me figure it out and how I could ask and all this.”
“Oh.”
“I’m sorry I made you question my intention or actions with her. That you don’t trust me to tell me. I’m sorry you feel insecure in our relationship. I love you, with all my heart, to the day I die. I’d leave everything and everyone if I could have time with you. I wanted to surprise you but… but the last days were torture for me and I…I had the worst fears and scenarios play in my head.”
“I’m sorry. It was childish and I treated you like trash, it was unfair. I think the last shot was dedicated to me,” she chuckles. A sound you thought you never would miss.
“kinda,” you join her.
She offers you her hand and you gladly take it. Her warmth travelling from your fingers further into your body. Relaxing your muscles and nerves.
“What was my surprise? If I’m still honourable to know.”
You squeeze her hand. “Can it wait until I showered? Got it in my bag.”
“Did you looked into the future that this would happen?”
You roll your eyes, “duh.”
She shoves your forehead gently and you show her your tongue, scrunching your nose.
“I love you.” Jessie inches closer, giving you time to retrieve from the gesture but you pulled her closer, so you could taste her further.
“I’m forever sorry I made you feel like I”
“Shut your mouth and kiss me again. I fucking missed you.”
You two close the distance again and you smile into the warm kiss.
Its Not What You You Know, It’s Who You Know Smut 18 reader
Taking Your Crown Smut 18 reader
Taking Your Crown part 2 wip
A First Time For Everything Smut 18 reader
Hands Smut 18 reader
Sweaty Sessions Smut 18 reader
Sex On The Beach Smut 18 reader
Frustrations Smut 18 reader
Cravings Fluff reader
Is It Cold In Here? Smut 18 reader
First Day Fluff reader
Spoilt Princess Smut 18 reader
Early Riser Smut 18 reader
On Your Knees Smut 18 reader
Battle Wounds Smut 18 reader
The Big One Smut 18 reader
Pre Game Nerves Smut 18 reader
Another Love (Flatline) Smut 18 reader angst
Don't Choke Smut 18
Pottery Smutty, not smut
Car Ride - fluff
Bossy Smut 18
Mile High Club Smut 18
Trick Or Treat Smut 18
No Self Control Smut 18
Aren't We All Sinners?
Too Close To The Sun Smutty, not smut
Distraction Smut 18
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Alexia Putellas, Lucy Bronze, Mapi Leon, Ona Battle
Guess Who Smut 18 reader
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Mapi Leon & Ingrid Engen & Rudy
Sandcastles Fluff Small appearance from reader and alexia
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Lucy Bronze & Alessia Russo
Like A Virgin Smut 18
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Lucy Bronze & Leah Williamson
Co-Host Smut 18
Co-Host Part 2 Smut 18
Co-Host Part 3 Smut 18
Co-Host Part 4 Smut 18
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Lucy Bronze & Ona Batlle
Bronze Is Better Than Gold
Bronze Is Better Than Gold Part 2
Bronze Is Better Than Gold Part 3
Bronze Is Better Than Gold Part 4 Smut 18
Bronze Is Better Than Gold Part 5
Bronze Is Better Than Gold Part 6 Smut 18
Epilogue - yomama493094
The Big O Smut 18
Many Shades Of Green Smut 18
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Lucy Bronze
The Last Puzzle Piece Smut 18 reader
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Jenni Hermoso
You Taste Like Vanilla Smut 18 reader
A Little Cocky A Little Toxic Smut 18 reader
This Thing Is Toxic pt 2 - by 2truthsand1lie Smut 18 reader
This Thing Is Toxic pt 3 by 2truthsand1lie Smut 18 reader
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Mapi Leon
Coffee Shop Smut 18 reader
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Blurbs Smut 18 reader
WIP’s below
WIP's can be found here
Request - closed but also open. I'm trying to be strict but if I really like it and its something I haven't really done I'd like to give it a try. So feel free to send it in but keep in mind, I’m bad with finishing my own ones. I wont know when I can get these done, as you can see I’m a bit of a serial jumper to different stories. BUT please let me know if you want to ask another writer, I understand I’m taking forever.
Also guys I'm a slow writer, I don’t like rushing, and when I do I never like the end product so please bear with me.
And as always we know I chat shit.
And also thank you for all the love on here, I love hearing what you guys have to say, always feel free to jump in for a chat or any questions! ❤️
Good night everyone, I´m Art (estoy harta) | she/her | 18+ | woso writer.
I´m here because I enjoy #woso and I need to find a hobby to relax and decompress when I have a difficult day, but also to share my love for writing and hopefully make some friends, interact and be part of a community. Don´t be scared to say hi! :D
As requested by a very nice anon, here are my works. I only write for #Alexia Putellas now cause she´s my fave, but maybe I can expand the horizons in the future depending on the demand. I do accept requests or some ideas and etc. And also, I would love to have feedback to improve my skills and also to talk about my writing (or anything else) with anyone who wants to, I hope you enjoy my works! <3
Masterlist is below the cut :)
One-Shot Imagines / Blurbs
Swapsies
Louvre
Wrong Chat Capi!
Gotta Call ‘Em Something
Better Than You
Multi-Chaps
🎮 Barça: Player Mode— “Built different. Literally.”
Game. Set. Start!
Initial Calibration
Rendering Errors
Unauthorized Access
Session Flagged
Compliance Breach
Manual Export
Medbay_v3.exe
🍹Escape — "I was getting tired of my lady, we´ve been together too long."
Like a Worn Out Recording
Getting Caught In the Rain
If You Have Half a Brain
The Taste Of Champagne
Write to Me and Escape
You’re the Love That I’ve Looked For
If You Like Making Love at Midnight (Smut)
🛠️ Fixer Upper — "She makes chaos look like foreplay."
Not My Circus, Still My Monkey
Headcanons Pt. 1
Couples Therapy
Kicked Out of Pilates
🍵 No Credentials — "Unlicensed. Unbothered. Unexpectedly Yours."
A Soft Place to Crash and Burn
Everybody Wants a Piece
🛡️Under Watch — "Assigned to Protect. Doomed to Fall."
You and Ona dated in the time you two played at Manchester United Women. But instead of moving with her to FC Barcelona Femení, you went to FC Bayern Munich Women. Ona couldn’t do a long distance relationship, so she broke up with you. But is she going to regret for not trying?
At Last
An unexpected college opportunity leads to a deep friendship that slowly turns into love, tested by distance when Alessia leaves to pursue her career at home.
Alexia Putellas
What the Border Wouldn’t Let You Carry
You can't give up everything, even if it's for the one person who means everything.
Jessie Fleming
You're Going To Do Great
A lighthearted team challenge pushes Jessie out of her comfort zone, leading to a chaotic day that blends humor with a more meaningful, personal moment by the end.
Leah Williamson
I'd Follow You Around The World
After nervously admitting she applied for The Amazing Race without asking, Y/N is relieved when Leah reassures her she’d gladly travel the world with her, especially when there's something to win on the line.
Peace and Posies
A long, overwhelming day at home pushes Y/N to her breaking point.
