fav author that writes each genre the best? you can include more than one for each!
genres are:
smut, fuff, angst, kid/pregnancy fics, teen readers and team x reader fics! I’m bored so wanna know who your favs are haha :)
I like @ceesimz 's writing style a lot, like A LOT. Mainly because she writes everything. Her stories have angst, fluff. It's like a food that has every taste hahah I'm obsessed 🫣
Miss @purplereina11 write stories in a way that feels so so so natural that makes me believe her characters are actually real!! It's like slices of life kinda of things. The smut is so intimate, definitely different from what I'm used to reading but so incredibly hot!! I love every single version of her alexias hahaha.
@wileys-russo fics give me life. That's it. Love her writing style, the way she builds narrative and dialogue is incredible!! Also, love her creativity for writing scenes!!!! I feel like I read one of her blurbs every day 🤭 obsessed!!!!!!!
@samkerrworshipper has the best angst ever. She can write complicated topics the way they are: complicated. She doesn't make any character a villain, and doesn't always fix things so the characters can live happy ever after. Love love love her writing style and how she can articulate heavy topics! Also.... incredible and i mean INCREDIBLE smut
@p0orbaby has me on my knees. She writes in such a poetic way!! It's like words are drawn to her. I love it a lot. I've lost count on the amount of time I've re-read her stuff. It's addictive!!! Also, I always learn new words and different ways of expressing myself when I read her work!!
@muffinpink02 BEST SMUT EVER. When I'm thrisy, she's the fountain I drink from. I swear!!!! When I'm having a hard time writing smut or just want to have a nice time, i read her work. Beautiful!!! Love her Alexia's too!!!!
@vixwritesagain - no words. Rush universe is the best thing I've ever read in my life and I don't know how it had such an impact on my life 😭🤌🏻 perfection. I'm always thinking about the characters and their dynamics. Oh. The dynamics have me in a chokehold. The smut is so incredibly detailed and AAAA I love the characters' relationships so dearly.
@girlgenius1111 - SOL AND FRESA. That's it. All her fics are INCREDIBLE but the way sol and fresa universe was written..... god. It makes me want to kiss every letter she typed. It has fluff, angst, complicated emotions, and complicated relationships. But it all feels so so so real!!!!! Loveeeee <3
@holyblonded she's the queen of creating characters and original stories!!!! Love her universes, and I'm obssesed with her platonic relationships. She writes her teens so so so well, they are always so funny!!! Definitely a comfort writer of mine!!!! <3
@a-pute11as her fics feel like watching a comfort movie on a rainy Saturday. They are warm and happy and oh they get spicy hrhehehe her dialogues are so so so natural... i always ALWAYSSSS feel like the reader. It's just so soft and aaaaaaa I love it!!!!! It makes me happy everytime I see she posted something new!
I'm, of course, forgetting people, but yeah!
Also, not really a fan of kids/pregnancy fics! So I won't be of much help with that!
Summary: You are very sick, and Alexia is very busy, but she always finds time for you.
Word count: 3.1k
A/n: We need more sick readers fics hehe
A virus had gotten the best of you. But in your defence, it wasn't just one virus, but many. Countless small particles had invaded your system - all of your cells - enough to make you absolutely miserable, so miserable that you couldn't even hide it from your wife.
Your wife was in the middle of one of the most stressful weeks of the season, handling international games and domestic league matches. On top of that, Alexia was also preparing to play in the Champions League final in Lisbon.
All of that, and you weren't even counting the Euros, which were coming in exactly two months.
Ale had been leaving the house before the sun was up and returning long after you had fallen asleep with your head on top of your laptop in the office room.
She was consumed with training, meetings, and other work commitments.
Every time you peeked at her planner, it was like there was a new responsibility she had to tend to, a new duty placed on her back: a meeting with the news signing for Barça, a last-minute camp schedule for Spain, a long-lost cousin's wedding on the other side of the country,
It seemed that, no matter how much she got done, the obligations would still be accumulating on top of each other like the pile of laundry that had been sitting on the love seat in the corner of your shared bedroom for more than a week - that, although, was your responsibility, not Alexia.
But Alexia wasn't the only busy person around. You were too, maybe that's why you had gotten sick; the virus must have found your immuneless body a docile home.
Needless to say, your wife, your sweetheart of a wife, was too tired.
Your wife, although exhausted, still noticed how flushed your cheeks were the moment she tiptoed into the bedroom, still wearing her training clothes because Romeu had insisted on a late-night session to combat the insane Barcelona heat that turned every shade in the city a cherished place.
Alexia squinted her eyes through the faint light until her gaze landed on your figure on the bed.
Everything was dark except for the small lamp light on the bedside table on her side of the bed, her side that you always insisted on keeping lighted for her, despite her repeated protests that it wasn't necessary, that, unlike you, she wasn't afraid of the dark.
Although she fought against it vehemently during the first few days, she had actually learned to love the light.
It was one of those small gestures that made her heart fill with affection, even when she was too tired to appreciate it properly, when the ordinary day-to-day life got the best of the two of you.
In the dim light, Alexia immediately noticed several (concerning) aspects about you that absolutely weren't there when she left home more than twelve hours ago.
You were wrapped in three thick blankets plus one of her old Barca hoodies, the one she had worn to sleep last night, and you had sneakily stolen it as soon as she took it off.
You were shielded with too much fabric despite the hellish weather that had kept you two sleeping with the air conditioner on for the last three days.
Alexia noticed how your body was shaking repeatedly with shivers before going soft against the mattress, your face tucked into the hood.
But between all of those, your most concerning sign was how your eyebrows were furrowed (even in sleep), something that never happened because you, unlike Alexia, were always able to relax the moment your head hit the pillow.
Something was definitely wrong with you.
Alexia carefully approached the bed; her training shoes were, somehow, silent against the laminated floor.
She paused to pat Diego, the black cat that was curled protectively at your feet, the same cat you had emotionally manipulated Alexia into adopting, claiming you felt too lonely walking around the spacious home whenever she left for camps or away games.
Diego was purring softly, his head nestled close to your calves, or where they should have been if you weren't swaddled by blankets.
When Alexia's fingers gently caressed Diego's head, his black eyes opened, blinking at Alexia three times slowly before turning his head toward you, as if to say: "She's not okay."
Maybe Diego had been a good addition to the family after all.
Alexia shifted her attention to you, carefully placing her cool palm against your forehead before letting it rest on your red cheek.
You were burning up; even the breath escaping through your slightly parted lips felt warm against the inner side of her wrist, as if there was a furnace working inside of you.
Alexia's jaw tightened with worry.
She wondered if you had been like this for days without her noticing. She knew you weren't feeling great for the last few days, but she hadn't noticed any fevers before.
Alexia sighed - you also weren't very keen on addressing her when you were sick, claiming that Alexia was, quote on quote: Too busy to care about minor problems.
A problem was, clearly, something you weren't, not to Alexia. But still, she had been too caught up in her own turbulent schedule to pay proper attention to you.
She leaned over, placing her warm lips on your burning forehead.
Had you gotten more sick just in the hours she had been away from home? Or had fever always found you during the evenings, and you had to burn them up alone?
Neither of Alexia's questions could be answered right now.
Alexia glanced at the nightstand on your side of the bed, searching for any evidence of medication you might have taken throughout the day, but of course, there was nothing. Not even a water glass or a protein bar.
She rolled her eyes (affectionately). You had some kind of mental block when it came to medicine, Alexia still couldn't pinpoint why, even after years together.
Maybe the reason behind it came from your stubborn belief that your body would heal itself naturally, well, at least that's what you had confessed to her after she had to dragged you to the hospital during a night of burning fever and severe abdominal pain that turned out to be appendicitis.
You had sworn up and down that you would have been fine, that Alexia didn't need to take you out of bed in the middle of the night to search for professional help.
The memory of you lying in the hospital bed waiting for surgery was still something that made Alexia's stomach drop
Since that (terrifying) night, Alexia had stopped trusting you when it came to your own health.
She knew you weren't the best at taking care of yourself, so she had taken matters into her own hands.
But not that she minded, if anything, she was even more stubborn than you when it came to being sick. The only difference was that she was responsible enough to properly treat injuries, but a common cold? She would drink some tea with honey and feel proud for being so responsible.
Alexia found herself torn between two options:
One: Waking you up to make you take some medicine (aka, put it down your throat like a feral cat) and make sure you had eaten something, which, you probably hadn't because the kitchen had been suspiciously spotless when she had passed through in her way to the bedroom, which meant you hadn't left your usual mess while trying to cook pasta or any other comfort food.
That would be a good choice, but she didn't know if you were having trouble falling asleep or not.
Two: Letting you sleep off and deal with everything in the morning.
Yes. That one.
As she watched your figure, it was clear that Alexia would definitely have to miss training tomorrow, possibly the day after as well.
She pressed the bridge of her nose with her thumb and index finger, feeling a headache slowly pound in the back of her head.
She couldn't afford to give herself the grace of a day off (or two), not with important matches around the corner, but she also couldn't leave you home alone while you were sick.
Alexia would be useless at training anyway, glued to her phone and calling you every ten minutes to make sure you were still breathing.
Day off it was, then.
She would text Romeu first thing in the morning, because right now, her attention belonged entirely to you.
Alexia leaned down and pressed her lips gently to your cheek before deciding to fight the fever without Tylenol first.
Sometimes the more domestic approach worked better, and she knew how much you preferred it. She would also try to get you on a cold shower as soon as you wake up, that way your body would self-regulate properly.
Alexia moved to the en-suite bathroom, grabbed a clean washcloth from the closet and let the cold water soak through the fabric.
While the water ran, she caught sight of herself in the mirror and cringed. She looked absolutely wrecked.
There were grass stains on her right cheek, dirt smudged on her chin, and her hair was pulled in the most horrific ponytail she had ever seen.
Alexia had skipped the post-training shower because you hadn't responded to any of her five worried texts, so she had bolted from the training centre the moment Romeu dismissed the players.
She hoped she hadn't gotten you dirty when she kissed you just minutes before.
When the water began dripping over her hand, she squeezed out the excess from the cloth and walked back to your side.
She placed the cloth across your forehead, smoothing it carefully to avoid disturbing your sleep, but also to make sure it would stay at the right place.
When you didn't move or try to push it away, she decided you were sleepy enough for her to take a much-needed shower.
She left the bathroom door wide open - just in case you called for her -and took what had to be the fastest shower in human history.
Five minutes later, Alexia walked to the bedroom again, wearing an old oversized shirt that fell to her thighs and a pair of underwear.
Every muscle in her body ached from running around and doing drills. The exhaustion was so intense that she felt like her whole body weighed more than it did.
Alexia wanted nothing more than to curl up against your side and let herself fall into a sweet haze of unconsciousness. And Alexia did exactly that.
She slid under the covers, carefully enough not to wake you up during the process. Although you began shifting the moment she laid her head on the pillow.
Okay, Alexia was lying to herself.
You began shifting because she had (gently) tugged one of your many blankets away, letting it fall to the floor.
But to your fevered brain, this was one of the utter forms of betrayal one wife could do to the other.
"Mmm," you mumbled, in between sleep and awakeness. There was a pout on your face, one that would have been adorable if it wasn't so red because of the fever
"Shh, bebé," Alexia murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before carefully manoeuvring your body to rest on top of hers. "It's just me."
She wrapped her arms securely around your torso, holding you steady when shivers ran through you, trying to make up for the blanket that was long lost.
Alexia's skin was divinely warm against your body. It felt soothing, comforting even.
"Cold," you said, pressing your head into Alexia's neck, breathing her and the scent of the honey soap in, or well, trying to - one of your nostrils was congested.
"You have a fever, amor," Alexia explained patiently, pressing another kiss to your temple. "You can't be bundled up like that or you won't get better. Your body needs to cool down a bit,
"Don't wanna get better," you said in a voice that was so hoarse that she wondered if your throat was hurting too. "Just don't want to be cold."
"You aren't cold," Alexia said, as if talking with a stubborn toddler. "I'm keeping you warm. Can you feel how warm I am?"
"No," you argue. "I can't, you aren't doing a very good job at keeping me warm."
"Okay, grumpy, ouch," Alexia said with a smile.
A few seconds of silence settled between you two. It was only broken by your heavy breathing and Diego's purring from the foot of the bed.
"I was mean," you said, in between stubborn sneezes.
"Yes, you were," Alexia agreed, a smirk on her face. She closed her eyes and felt your body finally beginning to relax against hers as her natural body temperature worked to regulate yours.
"I'm sorry."
"No, you're not," she said with fondness, kissing your forehead.
"You're right," you mumbled against her collarbone, your breath creating a warm spot on the skin of her neck. "I just wanted my blanket back."
"You're lucky you're sick," Alexia said, slipping her hand beneath the fabric of her old hoodie to trace soothing patterns across the heated skin of your back. "And cute. Very, very cute, even when you're being a little mean.
Her words made you hum contentedly, a smile tugging on your lips. Maybe love was the best medicine. You were starting to feel better already.
Your breathing began to even out as your eyes closed, head tucked into Alexia's neck.
Alexia was woken up by a heavy shake to her shoulder.
She was confused and groggy from the little sleep she had gotten, since she'd woken up countless times that night just to check on you.
Her back ached from the awkward position she was in during the night. Alexia let you sleep on top of her and barely moved an inch so you would stay comfortable.
"Ale! Wake up!" You practically screamed in her ear, your hands pressing against her collarbone.
Alexia, clearly, was the only one between you two who cared about the other's comfort.
"Qué?!" Alexia jolted awake, her eyes wide. She immediately grabbed your wrists to stop you from shaking her.
"Are you okay? Do you need a hospital?" Her voice was urgent, her eyes darting over your body up and down. "I - I'll get the car keys and-"
Before you could reply, Alexia had already lifted you gently off her body and set you on the mattress. She sat up at the edge of the bed.
Her heart was hammering, and her vision was still clouded with sleep; she could barely see anything. It didn't help that her hands were also trembling, and she could hardly feel the mattress against her palms.
Alexia turned back to you, scanning for any sign of bleeding, injury, anything!
But there was nothing alarming, just your flushed cheeks, lips still pink from the fever, and a thin droplet of sweat sticking to your temple.
"Te sientes bien, mi amor?"Alexia asked, cupping your face and pressing her palm to your forehead. [Are you okay, my love?]
Maybe your fever had spiked to 39 degrees, and you were about to pass out, maybe you were hallucinating, fever did that to people, she read abour it yesterday!!
Should she call an ambulance? Should she call your mom?! Maybe her mom?
"Stop it," you sighed, brushing her hands away and shoving your phone in front of her face. "It's 8 am, Alexia!"
Alexia blinked at the screen, then at you. "Okay? Is it time for your medicine?"
"What?" You shook your head. "No, it's time for your training!"
"Training?" Alexia repeated, rubbing her eyes.
"Yes!" you huffed, starting to lose patience. "Why aren't you getting ready? You're late already!"
And just like that, it clicked. Alexia exhaled, rubbing her face again before letting herself fall back onto the bed, pulling you with her so you landed on top of her again.
You straddled her waist, glaring down at her while she closed her eyes, one thumb lazily brushing along your hip.
"Ale- "
She placed a finger on top of your lips, keeping you quiet - or trying to.
"I don't have training today, cari," she murmured, opening one eye to look at you.
The morning light was slipping through the curtains, creating a soft glow around you. Alexia thought you looked like a goddess above her, though maybe that was just the fever radiating off each of the pores on your skin.
"Yes, you do!" You argued, coughing.
"No, I don't," she said, rubbing slow circles into your back. "I texted Romeu before you woke up."
You blinked, ready to argue, but Alexia was faster.
"I'm staying with you, bebé," she said firmly, though her voice was heavy with sleep. She cupped your cheek, thumb tracing along your jawbone.
"I don't need you to stay with me," you pouted, your voice raspy, making it painfully obvious just how much you needed her right now.
Alexia's fingers moved to your throat, letting her index and middle fingers rest on top of where your thyroid cartilage would be, as if the simple touch of her fingers could cure any illness.
"Of course you don't," Alexia said seriously, so serious that she almost disguised it as condescending. "But I want to."
"You want to because I'm sick," you muttered, leaning back against her bent knees. "Not because you really want to."
"Dramatica, are we?" Alexia smiled, tracing the curve of your mouth with her thumb.
"I'm sick, I'm allowed to be dramatic."
"You are sick," Alexia countered. "Which means I'm allowed to stay home and care for you."
"No," you shook your head stubbornly.
"I didn't ask, cari," Alexia said, her voice low, but still filled with affection. "I'm telling you."
You opened your mouth, ready to argue again, but the fever was weighing down your body, betraying you completely.
You were the warm one, but Alexia's soft body was pulling you like a magnet. You pouted before letting your eyes fall shut, slumping forward, as your cheek pressed against Alexia's chest.
Alexia's arms wrapped around you instantly, like she had been doing since last night. How come something could become a routine so quickly?
Alexia kissed your temple softly, her palms moving soothing circles on your back. "Buena niña," she whispered, a smug smile on her face.
You rolled your eyes at her teasing tone, but the movement sent a sharp pain through your head. The pain remained until you noticed the solid rhythm beneath your ear.
Alexia's heartbeat was the perfect medicine for fever, headaches, and saudade.
Wait your feed got the LCL coach interview? My feed just showed him with the mic, I thought he was a sideline reporter until they showed him again and I remembered he was the coach.
i consistently forget michelle kang is just a financial backing owner and not the coach, half expected them to cut to her for an interview she probably has more influence than the manager lmaooo
I like Reid but when Leah is not playing why are they not starting Lotte or Codie?
Also OLIVA SMITH! 🚀
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