lwwife - Tumblr blog

lwwife · 13 hours

Text

You know I love you

(love language series- words of affirmation)

Alexia Putellas x reader

Inspired by the love language words of affirmation- You and Alexia go out with the team and Alexia allows herself to get drunk, making her extra affectionate with you.

Perfect. A.Bonmati. Quality time.

Silent communications. M.Leon. Physical touch.

Broken. P.Guijarro. Acts of service.

Let me spoil you. C.Coll. Giving/receiving gifts.

Masterlist

“Ale, will you pass me my lip gloss?” you both were standing in front of your vanity, getting ready for a night out with the team. You had just won a big game with Barcelona so of course everyone was going out to celebrate.

“Only if I get a kiss first,” Alexia gave you a teasing smile as she passed it over to you. You never turned down a chance to kiss your girlfriend, especially with how excited you were to go out with her tonight. Even though she was known for never drinking during the season, she had promised that she’d loosen up and have fun tonight which had you reeling in anticipation.

You smiled up at her as you chased her lips again, eager for the night ahead of you. It’d been awhile since the team had gone out because of how busy your match schedule had been. Of course it had been even longer since Alexia had actually participated in these nights out so it really made tonight feel special.

Normally neither of you took very long to get ready, just adding some light makeup and changing clothes. But because tonight felt so special, you both wanted to make the most of it. Each of you had finished off a couple glasses of wine while you took your time doing your hair and makeup. Alexia had put on some music while the two of you danced around your bathroom, constantly being distracted by each other.

“Amor, hair up or down?” you stopped what you were doing and stepped back from the mirror to help answer your girlfriend’s question.

Your head tilted as you tried to help her decide, “hmmm, I can’t pick, you’ll look perfect either way so just do whichever will be more comfortable.” She pouted at your lack of help as you leaned up to peck her lips again. “I don’t know why you always ask, we both know I can never decide, Ale.”

Alexia tried her best to hide her growing smile, unable to continue her pout when you were there to give her kisses. “Cause I value your opinion and you have good ideas,” she shrugged at you like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Maybe hair up. It’ll probably be hot so then it’s out of your way?” you tried to offer her some sort of guidance even if it wasn’t a lot.

“See I knew you would know. You always do,” The blonde pulled you in for yet another kiss before pulling her hair back into a neat low ponytail.

Everyone always said Alexia was quiet and stoic. In a way, maybe she was, but you rarely saw that side of her. Socially awkward, sure. But not usually stoic. When she was with you she was rarely quiet. That was her time to let it all out, to not hold back. You were never going to judge her so she felt safe being her full self around you. She was somewhat chatty with her friends but with you she literally never stopped talking. Sometimes it surprised people but you were used to it. You loved it. Alexia was always making sure that you knew how much she loved you, constantly showering you with compliments.

It wasn’t long before your girlfriend let you know that your Uber would be at your house in the next ten minutes. Alexia left the room to finish getting ready while you put the finishing touches on your makeup.

When you greeted her by the front door, you were blown away by how good she looked. She had on a short-sleeved black button down that clearly had nothing underneath it. It had just enough buttons undone to drive you insane, and you wouldn’t be surprised if a few more opened as the night went on. Your jaw was hanging open as you stared at her, lost in her beauty.

Because of your own distraction, you had no idea Alexia was looking the exact same way at you. “Amor. You are so…” she struggled to find the word she wanted to describe you, “perfect. More than perfect.” You snapped out of your daze as she pulled you into her by your hips. All you could do was kiss her hard. “I cannot believe how beautiful you are,” she mumbled against your lips as she returned the gesture. “I am so in love with you, you don’t even know.” This wasn’t unusual for her- trying her best to talk to you and kiss you at the same time. Sometimes it was the only way she knew to express all her feelings for you.

Your hands reached for the back of her neck, pulling her closer, being careful not to mess up her hair. “Just kiss me, Ale,” you practically moaned into her mouth. All of the sudden you were interrupted by her phone buzzing aggressively. You both groaned loudly as you reluctantly separated for her to see what the notification was.

“Uber’s here amor.” your foreheads were pressed together as you both tried to catch your breath. She separated herself further before leaving one last kiss softly on your lips. “We continue this later, vale?” All you could do was nod your head desperately as Alexia grabbed your purse for you and led you out the door.

Once you were both in the car, Alexia’s hand immediately found its way to your thigh. Your mind was running wild with anticipation for the night ahead of you. The night was going to be perfect. The team was finally going to have the time to let loose together and have fun. They really were your best friends, your family. Obviously afterwards with Alexia was going to be equally as fun, but you were still excited for the time with all your friends before that

You looked over to your girlfriend, only to see her staring at you with intensity in her eyes. Her look made you blush, just as it always did. The look on her face made you giggle, “Why are you staring at me, Ale?” You asked her teasingly, mocking the way her jaw had gone slack.

Alexia wasn’t phased by your teasing, not even hesitating with her response, “Because you’re beautiful.” She smiled at you and offered you a shrug, once again acting like it was the most obvious answer in the world. “And cause it’s cute when you blush.” The smile on her face had transformed into more of a smirk. You just shook your head at her. You should probably be used to her compliments at this point but it made you blush just as much as when you first met.

It wasn’t long until you arrived at the club and Alexia was leading you in, holding your hand tightly. Instantly, Mapi was yelling over at the two of you, “This round’s on you, Capitana! (Y/N) get over here and come see me!” Mapi’s words were already slurring as you broke apart from your girlfriend and joined the rest of the team.

The second you reached them, Pina threw an arm around your shoulders and passed you a drink, ready for you to join the party. “I hear Capi’s drinking tonight, si?” The smirk was clear in her voice, excited to see her mentor let loose for once. You nodded and gave her a smirk in return, equally as excited as she was.

It’s not that you minded when she stayed sober, she was still plenty of fun. It was admirable to everyone the amount of self control had. Your girlfriend always encouraged you to drink what you wanted and she would take care of you. She would always drive everyone home and make sure everyone ended the night safely, especially you. You usually didn’t get too crazy but Alexia would still always make sure that you stayed hydrated and made it home in one piece.

“Hey Claudia, can I have my girlfriend back?” You giggled as Alexia pulled you into her side, watching as the younger girl raised her hands in self defense. Now that everyone had arrived, you all started your night with a few rounds of shots.

At some point, you had ended up on your girlfriend’s lap as you talked with some of your team. Alexia's hand was snaked around your waist, holding you against her tight. At times she’d settle her chin on your shoulder or place a kiss to it, whispering more compliments in your ear.

“Ale, I hear you’re having fun tonight, how many drinks in are you?” Mapi basically shouted as she tried to talk to your girlfriend who offered no response. “Ale?” still nothing. “Alexia!”

You turned your head over your shoulder to see Alexia finally snap out of whatever daze she had been in. “Que?” For once, she seemed to have no idea what was going on which made you and the rest of the table laugh.

“Quit staring at your girl! You’re forgetting about the rest of us!” Mapi looked at her with exasperation, basically whining. “You never get drunk with us so when you finally do you’re not allowed to ignore us. Come on, we’re dancing!” Mapi stood up quickly and the rest of the table seemed to be in agreement as everyone dispersed. In the process, someone had pushed another drink into your girlfriend's hand, hoping to see her really let loose tonight.

You looked at Alexia, prepared to try to convince her to join the others. Surprisingly, she spoke before you could, “well, let’s go dance, amor.”

Your eyes went wide as you did nothing to hide the shock from your face, “really?”

“I like looking at you, especially when you’re dancing. And I know you like it, so I want to have fun with you.” Your heart melted hearing her words. She would do anything for you and she was constantly showing you that.

Alexia gave your hips a gentle squeeze as she helped push you up so you could pull her to the dance floor. Some of your friends let out a cheer at the rare sight of their oh-so-professional captain joining in on the run. You were facing her as you both swayed your hips to the music, taking in the moment. You felt all your worries and responsibilities melt away as you got lost in the music pulsing through you.

The blonde’s hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as the two of you continued to move against each other. “Dios mio, you look amazing,” she all but groaned in your ear as she continued to stare at you. Her words had slurred slightly, finally noticing the effects of the alcohol setting in. Because of how rarely she drank, it seemed that it didn’t take much for her to get drunk as she practically whined at you, “amor, let’s go get another drink.” Alexia was tugging at your arm, already starting to pull you towards the bar.

“How about some water first and then another drink,” you tried your best to bargain with her, not trying to get her too trashed. Your girlfriend nodded at you eagerly, before continuing to pull you to the bar. You caught up with her and wrapped an arm around her waist when she stumbled slightly. You decided that you weren’t going to be doing any more drinking yourself, instead focusing on taking care of Alexia. She had done it a million times for you so it was only fair that you took a turn.

When the two of you reached the bar, the Catalan pulled you into her, holding you against her in a makeshift hug. “Estas Bien, Ale?” If you were being the responsible one for the night, it seemed important to check in, especially when she was being clingier than normal. She typically didn’t show you this level of affection when the team was around, trying to keep it professional.

Alexia hummed, satisfied with the night so far. “I’m so proud of you. You know that right?” Once again, your girlfriend was always giving you praise, no matter what the circumstances were.

“Of course I do, I-” The two of you were interrupted by the bartender passing you your drinks (including Alexia’s water). You guided her back over to your table, hoping to give her a bit of a break before she continued.

“I just hope you know how proud of you I am. You’re the reason we won today, amor.” She looked deeply into your eyes, willing you to believe her words. “You just work so hard and I’m so glad you signed with us. You’ve been playing better than I’ve ever seen you play before and it’s all because of the hard work you’ve put in. You impress me so much, amor.” It almost looked like she was going to start crying with the way she looked at you. So serious but also opening up further thanks to the alcohol.

“Ale, I couldn’t have done any of it without your help. You’re the one that’s been pushing me and making me better.” She responded with a shake of the head before drinking some of the water you passed to her. She downed the glass quickly, before facing you again.

Her forehead pressed against yours as she continued her praise, “You know I love you, right? I love your voice and I love how you listen to me and let me talk and I love how you take care of me and how you focus on the things that you love and I really just love you, okay? I love everything about you. So much.” Her rambling left her slightly out of breath as she leaned into you further.

“Alexia Putellas I love you so so much,” you barely had words for all you were feeling. There weren’t words to express how much you loved the woman in front of you. How much you appreciated and admired her. “Do you think we should get you home, Ale? Hesitancy was clear in your voice. It’s not like she was wasted or anything but by her standards, she wasn’t far off. Being the one in charge of taking care of her, you were sure to take your job seriously just as your girlfriend always did for you.

“Noooooo,” Alexia suddenly sat up much straighter, trying to keep herself from swaying. “Can we dance a while longer? Por favor? Then we can go home after that.” Her pleas instantly convinced you as you smiled at her and placed a short kiss to her nose.

Your girlfriend giggled at your kiss which only triggered you to pepper a series of short kisses all over her face. She continued to giggle at you similarly to how a baby would respond to being tickled. As she often did, Alexia playfully pushed your face to the side, calming herself down slightly. “Amor, come dance,” she whined at you while pulling at your arm. Her unusually child-like behavior earned a chuckle from you as you stood up and followed her back to the dance floor.

Alexia stumbled and swayed a bit more as she made her way back to where some of the team still resided. You held onto her tightly, keeping her safe while still letting her have a bit more fun.

“Ale’s drunk!!!” Pina shouted as she jumped around you. Upon hearing this, cheers immediately erupted from the group. Alexia smacked Pina in the back of the head before also joining in the cheering. At that, the entire group erupted, everyone jumping and grinding against whoever was closest. Seeing your girlfriend finally let herself go filled everyone with joy. The whole group loved it but it was different for you. You had seen her at her lowest of lows. You knew how much she deserved this. How much she needed to relax like this. Especially when normally she was the one making sure everyone else was taken care of, it was nice that she finally got a turn.

This newfound surge of energy was entertaining for everyone. At one point, you found her trying to twerk against you which you made no effort to stop. Grabbing her hips from behind, you only encouraged her as some of the others cheered her on. You’d stop her if she did anything too embarrassing but you’d let it slide for now. It wasn’t like she hadn’t already seen the rest of you embarrass yourselves. It only seemed fair.

Mapi joined Alexia with two more drinks, one for each of them. You quickly decided that it’d be your girlfriend’s final drink of the night as you watched them have a contest to see who could chug faster. When Alexia won she immediately cheered for herself before giving Mapi a playful shove. Her best friend was clearly just as drunk as she was when she stumbled directly into Ingrid, barely able to hold herself up. Your girlfriend wasn’t doing much better, also tripping as she tried to celebrate her “win” with you.

Ingrid shared a look with you as you both held up your extremely inebriated girlfriends, deciding it was time to get them home before they could do anything else. You put in for an Uber as you started trying to get your girlfriend ready to go. You wrapped your arm around Alexia’s waist, trying to steady her as best you could. She was slightly taller than you and quite a bit stronger which made holding her more difficult than you expected. Normally she was the one carrying you out of the club after a long night.

“Here I got her,” Patri appeared out of nowhere, coming to your rescue. Sure she was drunk but nothing like your girlfriend. Between the two of you, you managed to get her outside just as your Uber was arriving. Alexia’s head came to lie on your shoulder, all but putting her entire weight against you despite Patri being significantly stronger than you. Of course Patri had to take a minute to laugh at you struggling to carry your girlfriend before finally helping you and getting your girlfriend settled into the backseat next to you. You gave her a quick thanks before the car started back towards your shared home.

You didn’t even realize that your girlfriend was still awake until she lifted her head from your shoulder slightly, “I love you so much, amor.” Her words were barely recognizable between how heavily her words slurred together along with how her accent had thickened. You gave her a soft smile though, touched by the sentiment as well as how she still made sure to use your native language, no matter how drunk she was. “I don’t feel like I tell you that enough.”

“Ale, you definitely tell me enough, I promise.” You smiled at the thought- she was quite literally always telling you how much she loved you. Like nonstop. Constantly.

Alexia’s head shook slightly before landing back on your shoulder. “I should tell you that more. You know if there was ever anyone who was made for me, it’d be you for sure.” Her words turned somewhat incoherent by the end of her sentence before her eyes fluttered shut. You pressed a long kiss to the top of her head. You knew you’d be in for a rough morning with her tomorrow but for now all you could do was revel in her words. It didn’t matter if she was drunk or sober or in front of her friends- Alexia would never stop confessing her love for you and you would never stop appreciating that.

Perfect. A.Bonmati. Quality time.

Silent communications. M.Leon. Physical touch.

Broken. P.Guijarro. Acts of service.

Let me spoil you. C.Coll. Giving/receiving gifts.

Feedback and requests are always welcome! :)

Masterlist

755 notes · View notes

lwwife · 17 hours

Text

Newest Signing

Part 1 - Fire on Fire Series A/N: This is the first part of my new Leah Series, I have already started writing and planing parts of it but if you have any ideas let me know and I will try and include them.

Leah sat on her phone scrolling through various social media platforms, it hurt to see so many other people happy, with their partners when she wasn't, she had never had a successful relationship, to her no one was right, no one was the right match, she didn't feel like they clicked. So many of her exes told her that she had 'too high standards' or that 'soulmates don't exist' or something along the lines of 'you aren't perfect so why do you expect someone else to be perfect'. However she wasn't looking for a soulmate, she wasn't looking for someone perfect, she was just looking for the someone who was perfect for her.

She had started to think that maybe she was just asking for too much, and that her standards were too high, but that was until the day Jonas introduced the team to Arsenal's newest signing.

"Girls this is Y/N Y/L/N, she is our newest signing, and yes she did sign outside of the transfer window as approved by the FA due to issues at her old club, but no further questions on that please. She isn't going to be fully joining training until our Portugal training camp, just so she has some time to settle in but also a well deserved break, but you will see her in the gym and around the place, so please make her feel welcome. I think she is going to be really great for the team."

Her eye's immediately connected with the brunettes, she was tall and muscular, her face held the dreamiest blue eyes, and her smile was perfect, she continued watching the girl as she hugged Stina, the way her hair flowed, her body flowed, it was safe to say Leah was mesmerised.

"Stop staring, you creep" McCabe whispered in Leah's ear, causing her to break from her trance, giving the Irish women a playful smack on the shoulder. "I'm going to the gym," she said as she stood up and headed out, everyone around her making eyes at each other.

_____

You walked into the locker room behind Jonas and as he introduced you to the team, a certain blonde's eyes connected with yours, you couldn't help but notice the small smile her lips created when she saw you, but you quickly diverted your gaze to your best friend. Walking up to her and hugging her.

"I'm glad they let you sign out of the transfer window," Stina said, sounding relieved as she released the hug, "yeah I was worried they wouldn't but once I explained to the FA what was happening they were horrified and told me they would reach out to whatever club I wanted to, within reason, and see if they would sign me. Apparently there are going to be investigations."

"Good, they shouldn't be doing that. But where are you staying? You can crash at mine until you find a place if you need."

"Thank you, but I'm all good, Moster and Tante said I could stay with them, as they are in Paris for the next however long, however it was more a non-negotiable, I think they also meant I was going to be staying when they came back, again non-negotiable, but I'll see."

You and Stina continued talking until it was time for the girls to go to their meeting. You had an appointment with one of the physios just so they could check your range of motion and get some base lines in case you were to injure yourself before your first fitness testing session. As you walked into the gym, you saw a certain blonde in the corner, working away at some exercises which must've been set for her. As you worked with the physio completing the activities and exercises he wanted you to do you couldn't help but notice the way the blonde kept glancing over to you, almost as if she wanted to talk to you.

_____

You sat down at a table with Stina and Frida, Caitlin joined you and wanted to catch up with you and also trying to help you integrate with the team more easily, Caitlin's presence meant that Katie and then consequently Beth sat with you too. You knew the Aussies already due to having spent most of your childhood and your very early twenties in Australia, due to your Tante's work.

"Steph," you called out as you saw the very flustered Aussie walk into the dinning hall, she turned her head around to you, just about every emotion passing through her face.

"Y/N?" she questioned as she walked towards you, "what are you doing here?"

"Well if you weren't late you would've been here when Jonas said I was transferring here," you weren't normally one to say anything about your teammates being late, especially new teammates, however you are Steph had been teammates a long time ago, making your senior team debut for Melbourne Victory exactly a year after she made hers, and she also had a mark on her neck, so you were waiting to see how bad her excuse was.

"Sorry yeah I slept in, Calvin was up barking most of the night. It's so nice to see you again though," she explained as she pulled you in for a hug.

"That mark of your neck would indicate otherwise," you whispered in her ear, she just groaned knowing everyone would've already seen it.

You spend the rest of the lunch talking to mainly Steph or Stina and Frida but occasionally others would make some small talk with you.

After lunch you said your goodbyes to the team, and started to make your way out, when you heard someone call out your name, you turned around to see Leah moving towards you. "Would you like to join me and some of the team for dinner tonight? We are just going to a local pub," she questioned.

"Umm," you filled the air as you hesitated not sure what the goal of her invitation was, "if you don't want to, that's totally okay, I mean you're probably busy anyway," she quickly spat out trying to backtrack.

"Oh no, I would love to, it's just that I don't currently have a car," you told her as you fiddled with the ring on your finger.

"Oh, I can drive you if you want, you can just message me your address later," you nodded and mumbled a quiet thanks before you both went your separate ways.

____

You were just about to put your shoes one when you received a message.

From Leah: I'm just out the front in the car, no rush though. I know I'm early.

To Leah: Hey, all good, I'm actually just putting my shoes on now, I'll be out in a second.

You're pretty sure Leah's eyes widened as you walked out of the house and to her car. You opened the door of her car and saw her eyes run over your body before she said "You look nice," "Oh, thank you, it's nothing," you blushed slightly climbing into the passenger seat, but in truth it was nothing. You had a pair of light blue skinny jeans on, with a cropped country road rugby jumper on. You also have a black puffer vest in case you needed it but you placed that on the floor as you got in.

"You look nice too," you said as an afterthought, almost regretting it instantly, it probably wouldn't been better to say nothing at all than say that.

"Thanks," she smiled at you softly before she began to drive.

---

It was safe to say by the end of the night you hadn't once regretted your decision to come, all the girls there were super nice and it was a really great way to get to know them all, outside of soccer.

"Um, we're about to head home and we just thought to offer to take you home, since, um," Beth gestured over to where Leah was a the bar, you couldn't help but feel a small wave of warmth travel through your body at the fact that the team already seemed to care about you.

"Oh um, yes please that would be great," you followed Beth and Viv to their car, making small talk with them on the way home, when the car pulled up outside your home you didn't miss the look the couple sent each other, you quickly hopped out and thanked the two women profusely, before walking up the stairs of your home and collapsing onto your couch, noticing a message from Stina.

From Stina: Hey, I hope the night out with the girls went well. What would you say to a movie night at yours tomorrow night? In the theatre?

To Stina: Hey yeah it went well, Beth and Viv took me home, will explain why tomorrow night at movie night in the lounge room, you can invite Frida if you want too.

From Stina: Okay. I'll be over around 5. From Stina: Wait, why the lounge room?

To Stina: See you then, I'll make pasta.

279 notes · View notes

lwwife · 17 hours

Text

Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve

Alexia Putellas x fem!reader

Read part 1 : here

Much to your Diego’s dismay, you did not end up calling Alexia, instead the jersey, adorned with a number that could change your life, was left screwed up at the back of your wardrobe.

You were going to call Alexia.

Until one of your other friends heard about it, and told you about the backlash and hate you would receive from some of Alexia’s devoted fans. In the end, you decided it wasn’t worth it, it was only a few years since you escaped your depressive cycle, you were not ever going to risk entering it again.

Truthfully, you regret ignoring Alexia, every time anyone hits on you, you always compare them to the blonde, Diego often calling you “pathetic” as you only spoke to her for 2 hours.

However, you realised that it’s too late to call her, and think of how weird the blonde would think you were if you called her a month later.

As once again you debated calling the midfielder, your door suddenly slammed open.

“¡Hola chica! Look I have tickets!”

As you inspected the tickets in Diego’s hand, your face contorted to one of disappointment;

England vs Spain tickets.

Fuck.

———————————————————————

Your England top had arrived just in time, you were going to wear a Spain one after Diego convinced you that you would be beaten up by the first Spaniard who saw you, you guess the England-Spain rivalry ran deep.

However, it felt a betrayal to your country to be clad in the red jersey, so you ordered one last minute, luckily you weren’t completely oblivious when it came to football, you knew of how Leah Williamson had captained England to a Euro’s victory.

So there you were, in blue denim shorts and your oversized Williamson Jersey almost reaching past your shorts.

It felt like you were cheating, which was stupid, you met Alexia for 2 hours, to push away the feeling of guilt you slipped on a jacket and made your way downstairs.

Diego only rolled his eyes, and sighed in disapproval at your jersey choice.

———————————————————————

Alexia was excited for her return which she had been informed of a month prior to the match, but everyone on the team had noticed a change in the captains mood.

Except only Jana knew the cause for her sudden sadness.

Alexia didn’t understand why your rejection stung so much, maybe it was because the two-time ballon d’or winner wasn’t used to it, or maybe it was because the whole two hours you were together, she had imagined a relationship with you. It felt too real, and she cursed herself for grieving something that never happened in the first place.

She pushed all of those thoughts to the side, and instead focused on the match ahead of her, it was only a friendly, but the idea of being able to hold the win over Lucy and Keira’s heads when they returned to Barcelona felt euphoric.

What she didn’t expect was to see you in the crowd, worse of all, in a Leah fucking Williamson jersey.

———————————————————————-

Spain were one nil down at half time. which was frustrating for Alexia, having to watch from the sidelines with promises of being brought on for the final 45 minutes, however as she stepped on the pitch, her attention was drawn to a white jersey, in a sea of red, only a few rows up.

You stuck out like a sore thumb, it was extremely hard to miss you. So when Alexia laid eyes on you, her heart stopped for a second, and the screams and cheers of the stadium became muffled sounds in her ears.

As you turn around to face Diego, Alexia can just make out the England captain’s last name on your back, bile rises to the Spaniard’s mouth and she quickly turns away.

A newfound determination to outdo the English Captain, to try prove to you that the only jersey you should be proud to wear should be hers.

Call it jealousy. Maybe. But whatever it was fuelled Alexia to score 2 more goals by the end of the match.

2-1 to Spain.

When you saw Alexia step out on the pitch, your breath immediately hitched in your throat, sending you into a coughing fit, which received a knowing chuckle from Diego.

“You fumbled amiga”

Honestly, you regretted teaching him some English slang, he used it against you constantly, and often laughed at himself after seeing you scowling.

When the match ended, Diego was quick to drag you to the stands, he was a big fan of Aitana Bonmati, and wanted her signature badly.

Although you were happy for him when the brunette midfielder came over to where you two were, you froze at seeing Alexia’s friend from the match, who was walking over with Aitana.

When Jana laid eyes on you, she knew what she had to do, she was quick to sprint off and get Alexia, who was talking to Lucy and Keira, and teasing them of the loss.

Alexia was no where near as nervous as you were, the blonde didn’t need to be, you rejected her, even though she was positive that you were returning her flirty comments at the past match.

The Spaniard was sure that you were in the wrong, you should feel guilty for leading her on, so she was quick to confront you when she saw you.

“You didn’t call, and I’m pretty sure I told you to wear better clothing colours”

You internally cringed at how straight to the point the blonde was, and couldn’t help but blush as she called you out for ignoring her.

“I’m sorry, I was nervous and by the time I felt ready to call, I figured it would be too late”

“I don’t know if I’m more upset about you didn’t call because you were nervous, or the fact that you have Leah Williamson’s name on your back”

“Get me a better one then” you replied, whilst looking down at her jersey and back at her with a grin.

Alexia quickly stripped off her jersey, as you took off yours too, luckily you wore a tank top under it, Alexia’s eyes quickly dropping to your exposed chest.

“Your not subtle you know?”

“Who said I was trying to be?” The blonde was quick to reply back.

You only chuckled in response, and slipped on Alexia’s jersey, doing a little spin “How do I look?”

“Beautiful, much better wearing the jersey you belong in”

You weren’t sure if Alexia truly meant that, or if her extremely forward words were due to English not being her first language, but either way your face flushed deep crimson in retaliation to her comment.

The click of a pen lid being taken off woke you from your trance, and you peered up at Alexia, who tugged you closer by your waist, and quickly scribbled down her number once again.

“Pot favor, call me this time, promise?”

“I promise Ale, I will even let you choose the colour scheme of my outfit when we go out” you quipped back with a smile.

With a smirk, the blonde midfielder threw the England jersey on the floor, and walked away to meet Jana so they could walk into the locker room together.

Diego quickly ran towards you, only to pick you up and swing you around.

“I told you she would want you amiga! Your a snack!”

“Diego please never call me that again”

“Shut up! You should be thanking me, with out me, she would have never re-given you her number”

———————————————————————

A/N : I am halfway through writing part 3 🤍

597 notes · View notes

lwwife · 18 hours

Text

How You Get The Girl

Alexia putellas x fem!reader

(Featuring Alexia in denial and Mapi’s devil antics)

This was not how Alexia was expecting her weekend to go.

She was supposed to be having a weekend trip to Mallorca with her closest long-time friend, Jenni. As much as it pained Alexia to leave her 4 legged companion behind, she knew she would also have an even harder time leaving her at a hotel when her and Jenni went to some bars, as Jenni said ‘to find someone to spice up her life a bit’.

Mapi was definitely not her first choice on who to leave Nala with, however with most of the team using their break to travel back to their families, it left only Mapi and Ingrid to look after her Pomeranian.

However, after receiving a frantic phone call from Mapi, with the few words she managed to make out due to the defender’s worry laced voice being: Nala, Cake, Vets.

———————————————————————

Alexia rushed onto the next flight and was at the vets in around 2 hours, to find Mapi still in the waiting room clutching her beloved dog, and Alexia was quick to snatch Nala from her.

It took everything in Alexia’s power to not start cursing Mapi out for her carelessness, but as she gave in and threw a snide remark at the defender, it was interupted by the receptionist.

“Nala is ready to be seen”

Alexia rushed to the door with Nala in her arms, and Mapi trailing behind. They were shown into the room, and Alexia walked straight into someone quite a bit shorter than her, this combined with the fact she is a professional footballer who keeps on top of her strength training resulted in her basically knocking this person over.

“¡Lo siento, lo siento!”, She said whilst keeping her eyes on Nala to check she wasnt hurt even more by her collision.

As Alexia looked up at the person she had crashed into, she was met with arguably the most beautiful women she had ever seen. Only to be met with a shove from her best friend, was when Alexia realised she had been staring.

“Alexia stop ogling the poor woman and apologise”

“I did!” countered the midfielder.

“Maybe in English would be smarter? So that she actually understands you!”

At the realisation that you had absolutely no idea what ‘lo siento’ meant, Alexia’s cheeks flushed crimson red, which recieved one of Mapi’s infamous snorts of laughter behind her.

Alexia honestly had no idea what was happening to her. She knows that your pretty, but she had seen other pretty girls before, why did you make her feel like this?

“Hello, I will be Nala’s vet for today, i will just go grab her records from reception, wont be a minute!” you said with a soft smile.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind you, Mapi burst iut laughing.

“Ale, as much as i love you, you were embarrassing there! If this is how you act around girls, no wonder you have never had a serious relationship”

“Shut up! I am not attracted to her, she makes me feel like i want to throw up!”

“Honey, thats called butterflies in your stomach! pretty cliché if you ask me, but I didnt realise you were such a romantic!” Mapi retorted, still laughing.

“I’m not a romantic. I’m not into her. I just want her to treat my dog, and then i can go play football after”

“Wait until i tell the team about this! The scary la reina, reduced to a blushing mess by a cute vet who she body slammed and then spent a minute ogling her, all because she has a little crush”

Before Alexia could respond with a threat of using her captain title to punish Mapi with tunning laps, the door clicked open to reveal you rushing back in.

Nala, who usually was very timid and barked at anyone who got near her, immediately jumped off of Alexia’s lap and ran straight up to you and jumped at your legs, to which you responded by picking her up and gushing over the cute little ball of fluff.

Alexia knew that if she wasnt already sat down her knees would have buckled at the sight of her dog basically confirming the fact that you were perfect for her. As Alexia contined to daydream about you, she was interupted by a hand clicking in her face, to which she turned to glare at Mapi’s toothy grin.

“Te distrajiste, el lindo vert estaba tratando de preguntarte sobre Nala. (You zoned out, the cute vet was trying to ask you about Nala)” Mapi said with a knowing smirk.

“¡Callarse la boca! y deja de llamarla linda. (Shut up! and stop calling her cute”

“¿Celosa? (jealous?)”

“Nunca. (never)”

However, when the two spaniards turned to face you, they were met by your dumbfounded face trying to decipher a word of what they just said. Although you had been taking Spanish classes since you moved to Spain, both Alexia and Mapi spoke the languge with too heavy of an accent and too fast for you to understand.

“So you filled out your form saying Nala ate a full chocolate cake?” You asked.

“¡Si! Yes! Will she be okay?” Alexia responded worriedly.

“Honestly this happens a lot, and there is no point her having ang unnecessary procedures, so we usually reccomend her take these tablets twice a day for a week and if you notice any unusual behaviour, bring her back here. I will write you a prescription for it now!”

“Ah okay thankyou, do I scedule an appointment for after she finishes the pills for a checkup?”

“No, the pills are enough, no checkup” You say with a smile.

As Alexia now realised that she would probably not see you again for a while, she slumped back in her seat and a new frown sat predominantly on her face.

Upon Mapi seeing this, she immediately felt an impulsive urge to assist one of her closest friends in her crush dilemma situation.

So Mapi did what she did best.

“My friend thinks your hot and wants your number now”

At hearing this you blushed bright red and Alexia smacked Mapi round the head.

“Excuse my friend! She can be very blunt… and stupid” Alexia said as Mapi emits an offended gasp, “As I would have politely asked you at the end, could I please have your number, as I think your very beautiful”

You are still sat there in absolute shock, you knew who these two people were, Alexia Putellas and Mapi Leon. Two world famous Spanish and Barcelona football players, you couldn’t help but wonder what the two time balon d’or winner wanted with your number.

Unfortunately, Alexia mistook your shock for rejection.

“I’m sorry, I have made it awkward, it’s okay that you dont feel comfortable giving me your number” Alexia suddenly stood up to leave, and pulled Mapi up with her “Thankyou for your help, goodbye”

The spaniard quickly took the prescription from your desk and rushed out with Nala in her arms, and urging Mapi to follow her, who felt slightly bad for embarrassing her friend like that.

———————————————————————

Alexia quicky rushed back down the corridor to the receptionist desk, wanting to get Nala’s prescription, and get out of the stupid vets as soon as possible, probably as she knew to return to her house and cry at the embarrassment she had suffered today.

The midfielder was about to hand over the prescription to the receptionist, but Mapi’s eyes caught a glimpse of something on the back of the paper.

“Alexia stop!”

Alexia turned to glare at the defender, “What now?” She said followed by an exasperated sigh.

“The paper!”

At this, Alexia turned over the paper, and couldn’t stop the smile tugging at her lips, as there was your number hastily scribbled down with a note: -call me

As she noted down the number into her contacts, she realised, she hadn’t even asked for your name.

Alexia turned to the receptionist, and asked, “Who was the vet that just saw us?”

“Y/n, she’s sweet, just moved here from London recently!”

“Thankyou” Alexia replied, as the receptionist grabbed the pills, Alexia put down your name into her contacts and sent you a quick message.

- Hey! It’s Alexia, from the clinic, I wasn’t lying when i told you i thought you were beautiful and I would love to take you on a date sometime?

802 notes · View notes

lwwife · 18 hours

Text

New Romantics

Alexia Putellas x fem!reader

really channeled my lack of knowledge for the football rules into this fic

Alexia had always sworn by one rule.

If she was to date anyone - which she was sure she wouldn’t due to her busy football schedule - she wanted to be with someone who knew football. Who knew the rules, and the players.

Alexia loved football, so honestly it made sense on her preferences, she did the want to bore someone with conversations of football which was a repetitive topic for her.

After one relationship with a girl who knew nothing of the sport Alexia adored, the midfielder decided she didn’t want to be with someone who wasn’t even interested in Alexia’s career.

Her ex’s failed flirting attempts at playing dumb of the sport did nothing to make Alexia laugh, it only irritated her more.

Alexia broke up with her after a week, she was suprised with herself for not have ending it sooner.

However, when Alexia met you in the stands of a Barcelona game that your friend had dragged you to, she was quick to break her one rule in dating.

———————————————————————

You had met your friend when he accidentally hit you in the face, whilst cheering in a secluded Barcelona bar after his team had scored the winning goal, your friendship quickly grew from there, you both had much in common, both going into teaching as you were quick to apply for a vacant job position at the primary school he worked at.

The only difference you had with him, was that he loved football, and you had never had any interests in watching people run up and down a pitch, kicking a ball for ninety minutes.

Therefore it was very safe to say that you were not a fan of football, you didn’t know the rules or the players, and unsurprisingly you were not aware that it was practically forbidden to wear white and gold in Barca’s home section of the stadium, your choice of white denim shorts and a gold tube top had recieved many dirty looks from all of the Barca fans you had passed.

As you and your friend arrived at your seats around fifteen minutes before the game was to start, a soft “ay dios mio” could be heard from the woman next to you.

You, who had no knowledge of the spanish language, only heard “dios” which you mistook for “dia”, and concluded the woman next to you wished you a good morning.

You responded with a smile “bon dia!”, to which your spanish friend translated to you that the woman said “oh my god” and reminded you that you accidentally wore the opposition’s trademark colours.

You missed the woman’s friend laughing, and settled on sitting down and shrugging your shoulders, honestly not understanding the big deal.

However, as soon as your die-hard Barcelona fan friend noticed you were sat next to world-class Barcelona players, he was quick to rush to get you a jersey from a store near the food and drink, with a promise to get you a tea.

Your friend came back quickly just as the game was about to start, throwing a blue and red top in your face, telling you to put it on now, you lifted up the top which caught the two Barca player’s attention next to you, and were met with a last name on the back you briefly recognised.

PUTELLAS

Alexia thought you were beautiful as soon as she saw you, experiencing a swarm of butterflies in her stomach and a light flush of her cheeks which didn’t go unnoticed by Jana next to her, who took to teasing the older footballer next to her.

The sight of her last name on your back did not help her case at all, and pushed all thoughts of you to the back of her head, her one rule making you completely off limits.

Being set with the hard task of sitting next to you in the match, Alexia was constantly subjected to your soft “huhs” each time the whistle was blown, and honestly the only words she had actually heard you say the entire time were “What’s going on?”

Until a Real Madrid forward made a tackle on a Barcelona defender in the box, and you shouted:

“Penalty!”

This recieved confused glances from surrounding Barca fans, and an elbow from your friend, and a snort of laughter from Jana who sat next to Alexia.

“She is very funny Ale, admit it!”

To this you gave her a look of confusion, and asked “Whats funny?”

The pure look of innocence on your face made Alexia hold back a smile as Jana explained that it was in Barcelona’s own box, so there would be no penalty as if there was it would be an own goal.

You quickly thanked the brunette, to which she gave you a cheeky grin and a promise of “anytime” in return.

It wasn’t until 10 minutes later that the flags for offside went up against Hansen, which had your friend shouting.

“Ref! How the fuck was that offside!?”

To which Alexia and Jana nodded in agreement, leaving only you yet again confused, with no idea what offside meant, your brain short circuited it to mean that the player went off of the pitch, making you agree with them.

“I know right! She didn’t even go off the pitch!”

Your exclamation combined with your friend’s Spanish cursing of you and your stupidness under his breath once again captured both Alexia’s and Jana’s attention, but this time even Alexia couldn’t help her laughter.

After their teasing died down, Alexia felt a bit bad for you, as you really did just have no idea what was going on, and took on the hard task of explaining what offside was.

Even if you were listening to the blonde’s soft accented words, you were still sure you wouldn’t understand what this “offside” thing was, except you were to enamoured with her beautiful features that you accidentally let all of her words go in one ear and out of the other.

You could only nod with a dopey smile on your face, as the blonde flashed you a knowing smirk.

The game ended 4-1 to Barcelona. You had zoned out, thinking of the gorgeous blonde next to you, debating whether to ask for her number or not.

Until you felt your friend tugging you up by your arm, saying that you needed to cheer instead of looking sad as if they had lost, as he teased that you might be an inner Madrid fan at heart, and joked he would disown you if you were.

You only gave him a lighthearted shove, you definitely didn’t deserve how he absolutely bodied you back, making you fall straight into the woman next to you.

Until you felt a pair of strong hands gripping your waist, you looked up to see the the blonde once again with a cocky smirk adorning her face.

“Careful, wouldn’t want you falling for me just yet.”

You were fast to push yourself off her and mutter a “gracias” in return, feeling your cheeks flush red.

It turned out that your friend had not wanted to come across as a crazy fan to the two players earlier, but was quick to whisper who they were in your ear, offering you a brief description of them, and telling you how he wanted their signatures before they left.

He leaned over you and tapped the blonde on her shoulder, and asked in Spanish if you could both have their signatures, to which they agreed.

When Alexia went to sign yours, she went against all the thoughts in her head telling her that you went against exactly what she wanted in a partner, and scribbled down her number on your jersey.

Alexia then leaned over to whisper in your ear,

“text me, I don’t mind teaching you some more football, as long as you agree to a date, in a better choice of clothing colours”

———————————————————————

A/N : I do actually have a part 2 to this planned out of meeting the team to watch a match or just you watching a training session and still not understanding, however first I am going to finish my Jana fic 🤍

842 notes · View notes

lwwife · 18 hours

Text

i LOVE this

Cats and Love

What’s between you and Alexia is just casual sex - until your usually shy cat starts taking a liking to her

Inspired by this:

which @vixwritesagain sent to me so credits to her for the idea

The cats name is the name of my family’s actual cat btw 💓

This is mostly fluff, quite suggestive throughout because I just couldn’t resist my bad

You watch with great interest as Alexia stretches herself, back turned towards you, before she grabs her bra that’s laying on the ground and slips it on, followed by her t shirt. The several small tattoos she has inked on her skin paired with her muscular body are quick to send your thoughts into the gutter once again. You’re too exhausted to move though, just laying there as you watch her get ready. You know you should really get up and put your clothes on so you can leave - that was the deal after all: something casual between Alexia and you to help both of you deal with the stress of your daily lives.

The loud sigh that escapes you as you sit up and grab your bra and shirt to put it on as well makes Alexia look over to you. You don’t notice her eyes raking appreciatively over you, your messy bed hair covering your peripheral view as you quickly slip your clothes on, hands still shaking and the familiar ache from Alexia’s massive fingers settling in your lower region. You’d love nothing more than to curl up next to the blonde right now, enjoy her body warmth and let her hands trail over your body in a non sexual way for once. But the deal had been just sex, a relationship with a public figure something that would just draw unwanted attention on you. You couldn’t deny that the reasoning was more than good enough for you since you had - of course - stalked Alexia’s profile and seen the kind of questionable comments that she got from some fans. But if you were completely honest with yourself: you’d deal with it if that gave you the chance of being Alexia’s actual girlfriend, spend more time with her and enjoy her company apart from just sex.

“You okay?” Alexia’s accent always seems to get stronger after you two had sex, you could only guess why but since she often broke out into Spanish curses when she got close, it was probably from switching the languages so fast. You turn towards her, the blonde waiting for an answer as you slip your pants back on that she had basically ripped off of you earlier in her impatience.

“Yeah, all good.” You do mean it, it’s not a lie, you are feeling pretty good right now. You just wish you could bask in that feeling together with Alexia for longer instead of you both going your separate ways again.

She hums, holding out a water bottle for you to take, always insisting that you need to rehydrate yourself. She’s big on that and also the first to tell you to lay back down if you still feel too tired to get up. You never do that though, no matter how much you would love to because you know you’re already teetering dangerously close on the line of falling in love with someone who’s only supposed to be a casual sex partner. If you were completely honest with yourself, you probably are already in love with Alexia. You can’t tell her that though or she would end this entire thing immediately, so you try your best to keep some distance between the two of you as soon as it’s over and don’t stay at her home any longer than necessary, even if she offers food or drinks or for you to take a nap in her bed.

It’s only three hours later, you’re long back home, when you get a text from Alexia asking when you have time again. You wonder if she’s stressed out more than usual and therefore needs more to take her mind off of her responsibilities. You’d love to ask but it’s not really your place so you simply tell her that you can meet tomorrow at your house.

You have always met at Alexia’s place so far since you had gotten some renovations done in your apartment- today would be the first time she’d come over to yours and you couldn’t help but be a nervous wreck. You had spent the entire day stress cleaning the already spotless place and making sure there was absolutely nothing embarrassing laying around. It didn’t even matter because you knew it would be like always where you’ve barely made it through the door and Alexia’s lips are already on yours. Still, you wanted to make sure your friend with benefits didn’t think badly of you - trying to tell yourself that it was just because you wanted to leave a good impression. Something that was definitely a lie.

When the doorbell rang you jumped nearly a foot in the air, trying to calm your breathing down as you walked down the small hallway to open the door. Alexia sent you a smile as she walked in, slipping off her shoes and putting them on the side of the door.

While you were waiting next to her, you were incredibly surprised to see your cat - who usually hid in her little bed if someone came over and refused to be touched, come closer carefully. You were even more surprised to see Alexia - who you could have sworn was more of a dog person - crouch down and hold out her hand for her to sniff on. “What’s her name?” Her voice was unusually gentle, trying not to scare the still very skittish animal in front of her.

“Mittens. Because of her little white front paws, it looks like she’s wearing mittens.”

You watched in absolute fascination as your cat - who was normally a mortal enemy of absolute anyone who came over and way too scared to come close - carefully crept towards her and then rubbed her little nose against Alexia’s huge hand.

“Huh. You’re the first for that one.” You didn’t miss the proud smile on the blonde’s face at your words, merely using her pointer finger to gently rub over Mittens head who immediately broke out into loud purring and rubbed herself against the sleeve of Alexia’s shirt.

It took a few minutes until you had decidedly enough of waiting, picking your cat up who would have apparently just sat there for forever to be pet by Alexia and set her on her usual spot at the window, though you were still puzzled as you watched her meow in protest - something she usually didn’t do at all. Deciding to ignore it as you were slowly growing impatient that Mittens was getting all the attention, you simply gave her a few pets to calm her before you closed the door to the living room.

“Uhm, where’s your bathroom? I think I should wash my hands first.” Alexia’s voice broke you out of your thoughts, the blonde sending you an almost bashful smile as you directed her towards the right room, waiting in the hallway as you heard the water run.

When she came back out it was almost like a flip had switched, her hands reaching out for you to pull you close to her before she pressed her lips onto yours. You barely made it to the bedroom, the blonde as always quite impatient as she didn’t even take a second to look around her, pushing you onto the bed and wasting no time in tugging first her shirt and then yours off.

“I’ve been waiting for you the entire day.”

Alexia had always been one for dirty talk so you tried not to search for any deeper meaning in her words, assuming that she had just gotten horny and missed having you there to take care of it. Though the way she pulled back and looked into your eyes felt far more intimate than usual, the intensity with which she had just manhandled you around gone for a moment as she sent you a soft smile. You couldn’t help but smile back, entranced by this a bit unusual but very much welcomed softer side of Alexia.

The softness was gone just as quickly as it had appeared, though you were far from complaining as her hands reached out for you again, tugging the rest of your clothes off as she pressed her lips against yours in a messy kiss. Alexia liked to be in control and it showed every single time during your encounters, the blonde nothing short of demanding as she’d give commands and then not even give you one second to follow them, instead pushing and pulling you into the right position.

She also quite enjoyed speaking in Spanish, forever amused at how incredibly riled up it got you if she whispered Spanish words into your ear - despite the fact that you didn’t know what it meant. You did learn a few of her commands simply through the actions that followed - like when she told you ‘Sièntate’ during one of the first times you two got together and pushed you down on the bed when you didn’t immediately react.

Or the one time she had noticed your thoughts drifting a bit throughout because you had seen the countless tattoos on her naked skin and had wondered what each one stood for. You would have loved to ask her, wanting to know more about the blonde woman that you regularly shared your bed with now. A pinch to your thigh and Alexia tipping your head up to meet her eyes with a murmured ‘Pon atención’ had interrupted your thoughts, the Spanish words still engraved in your head as you had realised pretty quickly what she had said, the thought of her tattoos fading as she kept you busy with something else.

It was one of the first times you had noticed that you were slowly falling for Alexia, catching yourself blushing afterwards when her gaze met yours for a moment or when she looked into your eyes as her fingers slipped inside of you, the feeling of being so exposed but also so safe in her muscular arms sending your head reeling. You knew you had basically broken the main and most important rule already - don’t fall in love with your fuck buddy. But it was too late anyway and you’d rather just have Alexia for an hour and appreciate the short moment as you came down from another high where she held you close and rubbed your back comfortingly, than not have her at all. Even if it hurt every single time you had to get up and leave.

After you two were done you both made a short stop in the bathroom to clean yourselves up, Alexia as always insisting to do it for you, the familiar action making your growing feelings even harder to ignore with how incredibly gentle and careful she always was - since she was aware how sensitive you got. Afterwards you merely grabbed your underwear and a shirt before you disappeared into the kitchen to get Alexia some water - wanting to be a good host. You hadn’t closed the bedroom door on your way out and to your genuine surprise when you came back in, Mittens was sitting on Alexia’s lap who was leaned against the headboard of the bed, the cat purring loudly. The Catalan had gotten dressed, the thought of her sitting on the bed in her outside clothes making you cringe internally, though you were distracted by the fact that your incredibly shy and standoffish cat who usually hissed when strangers even looked at her, had not only let Alexia pet her earlier at the door but was now also proudly sitting on her legs and rubbing her head against the blondes arm sleeves again.

Alexia sent you a bashful smile when you walked in, giving you a small ‘gracias’ when you handed her some water.

“Lo siento, I didn’t want to move her. She just jumped on my lap.”

Mittens really was full of surprises today.

“Oh don’t worry, uhm you can stay - only if you want to of course, I can take her off of you if you need to go or something.” You felt yourself blush a little at the way you stumbled through your answer, the prospect of Alexia staying longer making your heart flutter nervously though you didn’t want to be too hopeful. You knew how busy the blonde girl was and how much she valued the agreement that this between you two was purely physical - no relationship.

Therefore you were surprised again when the Catalan merely shrugged, one hand still petting Mittens who seemed to be about to fall asleep, the tiny pink nose pressed against the fabric of Alexia’s shirt.

“I don’t mind. I don’t have much to do today anyway.”

You nodded, sitting down next to her as you nervously fiddled your hands. You regretted not having put your pants on right away, feeling a bit awkward sitting half naked next to a fully clothed Alexia. You decided on just slipping back under the covers, the action making the Catalan look back up from where she had been watching your cat with a small smile.

“Are you cold?”

You weren’t really, maybe only a bit. But for whatever reason you nodded, your stomach doing an excited flip when Alexia didn’t hesitate to wrap one arm around you, pulling you more into her side. Her other hand was still petting Mittens. The way she was being so careful with the tiny cat which seemed even smaller next to her large hand was adorable, the sight making your heart flutter. Or maybe it was Alexia’s hand rubbing along the naked skin of your arm, you internally praying that she wouldn’t notice the goosebumps that she elicited from the action.

As nice as all of this felt - this was definitely not the right way to battle your ever growing feelings for your friend with benefits. You were already hanging on by a thread and the way she was now being so sweet and too nice to push the cat off of her just made it worse. You didn’t really know how long you sat there but after some time your stomach grumbled loudly, making Alexia laugh. You two decided on just ordering takeout together, surprised that the Catalan still made absolutely no move to go home.

Even when the food arrived she carefully placed it next to herself, asking if you were okay with eating in bed. You normally weren’t - at least not with food that contained sauces like this one - but since you’d have to change the sheets now anyway because Alexia had been sitting on them with her outside clothes - you might as well leave her and Mittens where she is.

You had expected it to feel weird to eat with Alexia, had thought that it might be awkward and you’d just silently stare at each other. But it was far from that, the blonde actually a lot better at making conversation than you had expected, some of the rare moments of silence bridged by Mittens trying to steal a bite of the food.

Since you didn’t have any dishes to wash you just quickly put everything in the trash before coming back to Alexia once you were both done eating. As stupid as it was, because it would just make it even harder to ignore your feelings for her - you hoped that Alexia might stay even longer. She didn’t seem like she was in any hurry to get up and go when you came in, still relaxing and petting Mittens who was just stretching on her lap after the long nap she had taken.

You missed the look of slight panic on Alexia’s face when the cat jumped off of her to go explore outside a bit and eat her food, the girl certain that you’d kick her out now. Though the fact that Alexia didn’t immediately use the chance to get up and say that she has to go now, gave you enough confidence to just close the bedroom door and slide back into bed next to her, smiling up at her when she wrapped her arm around you again.

Her fingers started tracing patterns over your naked skin there and this time she had definitely noticed the goosebumps, a smirk on her face as she leaned down a bit to kiss along your face to your jaw. The small breath you let out was enough to make her smile victoriously, having gotten quite familiar with the noises you made when you got turned on.

“Ready for another round?”

She barely finished her sentence before you turned in her grip and pressed your lips onto hers, mostly because the memories alone from round one earlier combined with her gentle touch were enough to get you back in the mood - but also because this would be a sure fire way that Alexia was busy for the next hour or so and would stay for longer.

The hour quickly turned into two, the blonde girl nothing short of insatiable and you found yourself completely out of breath and incredibly tired when she was finally satisfied. It wasn’t the best thing to do but you were too lazy to get up now so you just stayed in bed, not bothering with the clean up as you were barely able to fight your eyes fluttering close. Too exhausted to think about it, you just curled into Alexia’s arms, a happy sigh escaping you when she gently rubbed her hands up and down your back to ease you to sleep. She had hoped that this might happen but hadn’t been sure if she would succeed at staying over and spending time with you, burying her head in your hair as she let herself slip away as well, equally tired.

When you woke up the next morning it was sadly not in Alexia’s arms. Though the blonde was certainly the reason you were awake, her hand still gently shaking you as your eyes fluttered open.

“Buenos días, I’m so sorry to wake you but I have to go to training soon and I didn’t just want to leave you here like that. I’ll text you later, sí?”

Still only halfway awake you took a moment to register her words before you nodded, still too tired to pay attention to the amused smile on Alexia’s face at your sleepiness. She squeezed your arm gently before she waved and left, petting Mittens a few times on her way out who followed her all the way to the front door.

Once you were more awake, there were several things you noticed. First, it was quite late in the morning compared to when she usually had to get up. She had told you about it before, explaining why she had to go to bed early and couldn’t meet you late at night. You knew therefore that training today was at 8:30 a.m. Currently it was 8:00, which only gave her half an hour to drive to her house, get her training kit and then drive to the training grounds. Knowing Alexia and having heard her say that she liked to be there really early for some extra training, she should already be there, the Catalan usually going at around 7 a.m. Your heart fluttered a bit with hope at the thought that she might be so late because she wanted to stay here with you for longer?

The second thing was, that there was water for you on the nightstand that certainly hadn’t been there before, as well as one of the protein bars that Alexia always ate. Both must have been put there by her for you and that realisation was definitely enough to get you to blush.

Lastly you also appreciated the fact that she had taken a moment to wake you up instead of just disappearing and writing you a text message. It was cute but it certainly didn’t help make you any less in love with Alexia.

After you had showered, changed your bed sheets and gotten some real food - though you did eat the disgusting protein bar simply because it was from Alexia - you saw that you had two messages from her.

‘Do you have time again today?’

‘Or do you need some more time to recover?’

You couldn’t help but blush again, a bit annoyed at just how easily the Catalan had you wrapped around her finger, a simple message enough to make your heart flutter. But you did have to say that the fact that she had texted you not even two hours after leaving - while she was at training nonetheless - did make you incredibly proud. The small beacon of hope after her actions this morning had definitely gotten bigger, though you did your best to suppress it, telling yourself over and over that this was just a friends with benefit situation and she was being a good friend. You texted her that she could come over again, knowing for sure that you’d probably regret it in the morning since you were already starting to feel the soreness from yesterday creep in.

When Alexia arrived later on she was freshly showered, hair still wet as she had apparently come pretty much straight after training. You couldn’t help but smile at the thought, wondering if she was just that horny or if maybe… maybe it really was because of you.

Or because of your cat that she immediately excitedly began to pet. Mittens seemed just as delighted to see Alexia, rubbing her small head against her arm once more. You couldn’t even blame her, more than impressed by the muscular arms that the Catalan had as well.

You again had to pluck the cat up from the floor and put her in the living room to put an end to the petting, not willing to share the small window of time you usually had with Alexia. Even though the sweet way with which the blonde handled your cat was incredibly endearing.

This time Alexia did get up and get dressed again right away after you two were done, only stopped when you came back into the room followed by Mittens who ran straight over to the blonde.

“Wow, seems like my cat really likes you.”

You did wonder a bit just what exactly it was that made Alexia more likeable than even you right now to your cat - who completely ignored you and went straight for the Catalan.

“I just have that effect on everyone.” The satisfied smirk at Alexia’s little joke made you roll your eyes, not offering a reply while you handed her some water as you couldn’t deny that she might actually be right with her statement. She most certainly had that effect on you.

Once Alexia was fully dressed she started moving towards the door, being careful not to step on the little cat that was now walking in between her legs and meowing loudly.

“Is she hungry?”

You were puzzled yourself, having not seen Mittens act like this at all so far.

“No, I just put more food into her bowl. I’m surprised she is here with us instead of eating it to be honest.”

Alexia merely hummed in reply, scratching your cat behind her ear who again eagerly rubbed her head against her shirt.

“You might just have to stay over since she doesn’t want you to go.”

It was meant to be a joke, just something to bridge the moment. But you didn’t dare say that when Alexia sat down on the floor with a short ‘vale’ and kept petting your cat. For a moment you were a bit lost on if she actually wanted to stay over, too nervous she might think you’re overstepping if you ask her outright if she is. Though when Mittens crawled right into the Catalans lap, purring so loudly that you could hear it several feet away with Alexia making absolutely no move to get up and leave, you decided that maybe she really did want to stay here with you. Or at least with your cat which is good enough.

You offered some tea, successfully moving her to the living room, Mittens still firmly seated on her lap as you couldn’t help but be a bit jealous of the tiny animal who was now peacefully sleeping there. You kinda wished you could sit there, take a nap leaned against Alexia’s strong shoulders. But at least she was here now, sitting next to you and actually telling you more about herself. You two talked for hours, only interrupted when you got hungry and got some food delivered again. You normally preferred to cook, simply for cost efficiency reasons, but the thought of cooking with Alexia sitting there watching your every move made you too nervous, the hazel eyes bearing a kind of intensity that made your breath stutter sometimes. She had insisted both times to pay anyway, not listening in the slightest to your protest that you were the host and supposed to feed her.

It was late when you brought out one of your spare toothbrushes for Alexia, Mittens having finally decided to go eat some of her food while you two got ready for bed. It felt a bit weird, very domestic to stand next to her in the bathroom while she brushed her teeth. You still couldn’t believe that she was staying over - all because your cat had protested so loudly when she tried to go. You secretly wondered if Alexia would have stayed if you had protested and asked her to. Normally you would have said no, certain that it was just a nice friends with benefits situation for her. Now though, with her brushing her teeth next to you, sending you a small smile when she noticed you looking at her, you weren’t so sure anymore.

You had just planned to give Alexia some of your outfits to sleep in, she wouldn’t fit in your normal long sleeved pyjamas but maybe in your shorter ones. Though when you proudly presented the matching silk set to her, she merely chuckled, assuring you that the shorts would look like a pair of panties on her. You couldn’t really deny that one, having grown quite familiar with the very strong and thick thighs of the blonde paired with an equally strong behind. She saw your stare at her legs, a small smirk on her face as she took the pyjama from your hands and placed it on the dresser.

“You know, I could just sleep without anything on. Wouldn’t be the first time.”

It was ridiculous how these few words paired with that infuriatingly attractive smirk was enough to send a new wave of want through you. You couldn’t really find it in yourself to be mad though, distracted by Alexia’s lips pressed onto yours while she maneuveured you towards the bed. She was quite gentle this time, aware that you were probably getting pretty sensitive from all the sex you two have had these past days. The realisation that that was what made her so incredibly careful as she slipped her fingers into you for the second time today only served to turn you on more. You tried to focus on her, batting the thoughts of how sweet and adorable and beautiful she was into the back of your brain, hoping the surge of love you had felt would be gone later before you made it too obvious that you were in love with your friend with benefits. It wasn’t so simple though, the way she checked in several times with you, the whispered words of reassurance that you could take it, the soft kisses against your skin… Alexia really didn’t make it easy not to fall in love with her.

You were clingy afterwards, exhausted and leaning onto her as she cleaned you up, her free hand rubbing comfortably over your back as she assured you that you could go to sleep soon. You barely even listened, feeling almost drunk with the conflicting emotions as she basically carried you to bed, not letting you sleep before you had a few sips of water. Once she was satisfied, she slipped under the covers with you, not having bothered at all with dressing you - secretly quite enjoying your naked skin she could now feel against hers. You were out like a light before you had even registered how she wrapped her arms around you to pull you closer.

When you woke up the next day, the first thing you noticed was that you were quite warm. You realise what the reason is once you turn a bit, Alexia’s arms still tightly wrapped around you. To your surprise she’s still asleep and you take a moment to appreciate the sight. Her hair is messy, closed eyes moving a bit as she’s apparently dreaming. She looks adorable, lips plumper than usual from the sleep and a slight blush on her cheeks - she’s probably warm as well.

You’re careful as you slip out of bed, having to wrestle yourself out of her hold so you can put some underwear and a shirt on. Your plan was originally only to go to the toilet and then return to appreciate the rare morning cuddles from Alexia. Though once you step outside to the hallway, you’re a bit puzzled to see your cat laying in her little bed with Alexia’s shirt next to her, her nose pressed into the material as she’s sound asleep. You’re quick to grab it, praying that it hasn’t gotten that many cat hairs on it so that you don’t have to lend her one of your shirts that won’t fit her anyway. It’s completely undamaged thankfully, though it does make you wonder why exactly your cat is so obsessed with Alexia - or maybe just her shirt?

It’s weird and you know it but you still press the material against your nose and take a deep breath, not really sure yourself what you’re expecting. It does smell like her, her typical perfume and a bit of that certain smell that Alexia just has. Though there is also something else. It smells like citrus. Or to be more exact: like the little toy with catnip which also smells like citrus, the one you had gotten Mittens. The same toy you had to bury in the depths of your nightstand because your cat would go absolutely insane whenever she smelled the catnip, constantly pressing her nose against it, placing the toy next to her in her bed when she slept and meowing loudly in protest at first when you took it away.

You didn’t think much about it, just storing it to tell Alexia about later as an explanation to why your cat was clinging to her so much when you re- entered the bedroom. The blonde was still asleep and so you decided to just indulge yourself, crawling back into bed next to her and letting out a satisfied sigh when she tugged you towards her again in her half sleep.

You didn’t really notice the time pass, slipping in and out of sleep before your stomach got too loud to ignore. When you sat up Alexia also did, one arm still around you as she rubbed her eyes.

“Buenos días.”

If you weren’t thoroughly exhausted and sore from yesterday, the raspy voice and heavy accent would have been more than enough for you to jump her bones right then and there. You couldn’t really control the shudder that went through you though, Alexia apparently mistaken it as you being cold as she pulled you a bit closer to her in an effort to warm you up.

“Good morning.”

Alexia hummed and you tried your hardest not to stare as she got up, still completely naked, and began to collect her clothes.

“Uhm, my cat kind of stole your shirt and laid on it. I’m really sorry about it, I didn’t close the bedroom door fully last night and she must have come in at some point. It’s not damaged but there’s quite a bit of car hair on it that I couldn’t get off. You can borrow one of mine if you want.”

“Oh, yeah. Gracias.”

You were too distracted to notice the blush on Alexia’s face or the way she avoided your eyes as she put everything but her shirt on, waiting for you to choose one of yours to give to her.

You did however see it when you turned back around from the dresser with one of your oversized shirts in hand that would hopefully fit halfway, still talking.

“I think it’s because it kind of smells like catnip, she goes crazy for that. I got her a toy once with it in there and she wouldn’t stop pestering me for hours when I took it away. Maybe your perfume has like a hint of it or something? Or do you own a cat I didn’t know about?” The last sentence was a small joke, you were well aware that Alexia had no cat seeing as you had been over countless times.

“Uhm, no I don’t have a cat.”

You paused, watching Alexia as she brushed some invisible lint off of her clothes, suddenly very concentrated on that so she wouldn’t have to look at you. That, in combination with her furious blush - something absolutely atypical for the Catalan - was enough to make you suspicious.

“Sooo, where’s the catnip smell from then, if you don’t have a cat?”

Alexia only shrugged in answer, still not looking at you.

“Interesting.” Your one word sentence did succeed in making her look up, the teasing smile on your face telling her that there was no use in lying anyway as you had apparently figured it out.

“Did I scare you with the mention of how shy my cat is? I didn’t mean it seriously back then when I said that I’d have to kick you out if she doesn’t like you. There was no need to get catnip to convince her.”

“It wasn’t only for her.” Alexia felt like she was on fire with how hard she was blushing right now. But she knew this was her chance to come clean and be honest about her feelings for once - besides, she didn’t want to lie in your face.

“It was for you. I thought if your cat likes me then I could maybe use her as an excuse to come over more often. So I read up on how to make a cat like you and the results all said catnip. I rubbed it onto my shirt and my hands the first time I came over and the second time too. And it worked pretty well, she sat down on my lap which gave me an excuse to spend more time with you. That’s all I wanted.”

She lowers her head at her last words, blush still visible at how exposed she feels right now, laying her feelings open like that for you.

She only looks back up when your hands grab hers, your fingertips a lot smoother as you gently trace them over her calloused skin, a soft expression on your face as you speak.

“You could have just asked.”

“We had an agreement. One that I set in place. I didn’t think I’d fall for you so quickly.” She’s looking down again, heart beating awfully fast at the risk she has just taken with revealing that she’s in love with you. A squeeze of her hands makes her look up once more, the soft smile on your face telling her your answer even before you say it.

“I fell for you too Alexia.”

925 notes · View notes

lwwife · 19 hours

Text

we don’t usually need these but precautions must be taken so ✨prayer circle culers✨

🕯️🕯️barça fem my loves, please please please remember who you are and what you do🕯️🕯️

215 notes · View notes

lwwife · 24 hours

Note

What request do you currently have?

i have around 26 requests at the moment😭

most are for leah and i have about 4 for alexia.

they will be turned out slowly as i’m quite busy at the moment but i hope to get them all done at some point.

if you want to know more specifics about the requests i have, just ask again in my inbox and i’ll let you know :)

#leah williamson #alexiaputellas

1 note · View note

lwwife · 24 hours

Note

Hey, a personal opinion but the inclusion of ass on the Leah’s body parts thing is taking it a little far. I completely get she’s someone in the public eye and we can all form a little parasocial bond with people like that, so she’s probably someone you really admire and can even thirst over or whatever. While the hands and biceps and stuff is still a little off, ass just takes it past the point into sexualisation and is kinda not okay. Her job is to play football and she’s not an object, and I think if you admire her so much, the respect not to reduce her to that should be a given. Not trying to offend and you can disagree but hopefully just an opinion you can think about.

hey! thank you for your message. honestly i completely agree with you, i thought about it before i posted it, but sometimes i find it hard not provide for my requests, which is something i need to learn to do.

the rest of the body part series are honestly inspiration for things i aspire to on a fitness journey but i do agree the ass post isn’t involved in that area.

i have been thinking about the moral of that post since i posted it, but you making another comment on it has confirmed me of my initial thoughts so i think i will take the post down.

i know we all have individual thoughts and look at things in private but perhaps posting it on a platform for other people to exploit wasn’t the best idea.

i also think that because i included photos specifically from her when she was playing football makes it worse, like you said, her job is to play football and i took pictures from that activity, which is a profession i respect and enjoy. that was wrong on my behalf.

thank you for your message🫶

3 notes · View notes

lwwife · 1 day

Text

2. and the touch of a hand lit the fuse // A. Putellas

One bed, except it's not just one bed, it's one bed shared by two people with a lot of history and tension and an interesting power dynamic. Also, their teammates are shits about it.

➺ 4k words

➺ Barcelona+NORWNT!Reader

➺ set before 2023 UEFA CL final, more mastermind-ing, one bed, suggestive undertones kind of, snuggles that they def aren’t talking about, hand holding, invested and amused teammates, compliments, footy training, heavy prose, unedited (sorry)

PART ONE, PART TWO

-----------------------------

You were true to your word.

When Alexia entered the bedroom a few hours later, you were leaned against the pillow on her side of the bed, a book resting against your knees as you seemed to almost carelessly read the words in front of you.

It seemingly took her a moment before she realized that the book you were apparently reading was her book from earlier. She could spy your freshly manicured nails as you flipped the page, the set matching the same shade of Barcelona burgundy that Ingrid had entered her and Mapi’s shared room sporting.

She didn’t realize she’d been leaning in the doorway (staring), which was usually your thing, until your eyes wandered over rather lazily to meet hers.

On your part, you’d noted when the Spanish captain had come in. Though you really hadn’t been expecting her to hover there which made you slightly more nervous than you’d care to admit. After she’d stayed so still and silent, you figured you’d have to be the one to bite the bullet.

“See? Told you I’d be here.” You fought back a grin of accomplishment, proud that you’d been able to prove her wrong about your (still somewhat present) urge to run away.

“So you did.” She responded, still leaning in the doorway. Your eyes widened just barely at the sight of what seemed to be an amused smile spreading across Alexia’s face as she took in your presence.

“I didn’t take you as one to read biographies.” It was a quick dig, maybe not your best, but the best you could think of. You cursed yourself internally for how often that seemed to be happening with Alexia as of late, the taller woman making it a habit to catch you off guard.

Regardless, you waggled the book you had been reading much like she had earlier when you’d first seen it. The book itself wasn’t particularly thrilling, the biography of some great male player (it seemed Alexia had always been more into the men's side of the game then you could ever be) but the random highlighting and hastily scribbled Catalan notes in the margins made it infinitely more interesting to you.

“I didn’t take you as one to wear matching silk pajama sets.” Alexia answered in what felt far more like a tease than an actual observation, seeing as she now seemed interested at looking anywhere in the room but at you as you shifted to tuck your legs underneath you while you turned to actually face her.

“Somehow I don’t believe that’s true.” You challenged, fighting a laugh at your ever respectful teammate. Something in your brain was highly enjoying how politely she had turned away as you adjusted (despite her having absolutely seen you in far less over the last two years in various dressing rooms). Another part of your brain begged her to bite at the bait of your challenging tone.

Somewhat predictably, Alexia bit fast.

“Mmm, you’re right actually. Makes a lot of sense. Thought you’d pick something darker though.” She was looking at you and actually truly observing now, her hazel eyes feeling like they were practically scraping through the loose untied robe that did little to cover your cream colored shorts and camisole. An unfamiliar feeling tightened in your core and you knew you needed her attention away from your body as soon as possible before the shiver that threatened to run up your spine turned into shakes you couldn’t (or wouldn’t) face.

“Señorita Putellas,” You tsked, the name itself earning you her immediate attention as those hazel eyes locked on your own, “just how much time do you spend thinking about my choice of nighties?”

You were expecting a blush, a stuttering of words, for her to back down at being blatantly called out.

You should’ve realised she’d just see it as another challenge.

“Depends on the day… and the company.” Her grin was playful as she looked you over again and it was once again something you weren’t incredibly familiar with. That playful smile was usually one she reserved when messing around with María. You’d also seen it on occasion when photos from various friends would show up on your feed during international breaks, her annoyingly playful presence seeming to come to the forefront when surrounded by her national teammates.

“Ay, Dios mío!” You huffed, pinching at the bridge of your nose, “You’ve been spending too much time with Alba again. Can you please just get ready for bed?”

It didn’t go unnoticed the way she stiffened slightly at the mention of her sister.

While your relationship with Alexia had always been, well, rocky at best, you got on well with her flirty younger sister. A little too well Alexia had apparently told Alba a couple of times but you didn’t pay it any mind. Her easy going nature and love of all things feminine made you fast friends and you could easily bet you’d spent more time with her than you had with Alexia, outside of football of course. Truthfully, you quite liked the eye rolls and annoyed glares that buying Alba’s drinks and dancing a little too closely with her garnered from the older Catalan. She would always step to you at the next practice with a little more bite and you’d be lying if you said that side of Alexia wasn’t one of your favorites to see rise up.

“Ingrid tired you out that much?” Alexia goaded you instead, very clearly steering clear of any conversation involving your friendship with her little sister. Instead she leaned on the crutch that was the joke you’d messed with her about earlier in the day. You didn’t even bite back your smile this time, sliding into the role easily.

“Well, you know how she is…” Batting your lashes up at her innocently, you watched the gears turn in her head again as she tried to find the right line between serious and playful.

Your smile became a little more genuine watching that, watching her follow your lead for once.

“I don’t, but I do know how Mapi is,” She answered casually, waiting until you cocked your head in slight confusion before she elaborated, "High maintenance and very whiny, so I can only imagine…”

That response was well worth the wait, the undertones causing you to look up from where you’d been feigning interest in your freshly manicured nails with wide eyes that locked with Alexias. The two of you held that eye contact for a few moments before you both exploded with laughter. You didn’t think you’d ever been a part of Alexia’s laughter before but you were quickly realizing why everyone else seemed so intoxicated by it.

When you’d recovered from the fit, you playfully threw one of the small pillows on the bed in her direction.

“Seriously, Alexia. Necesito descansar.” You groaned, casting her a slightly pathetic look to which she laughed again as she shook her head.

“Then rest! I’m not stopping you.” She shrugged, laughing again slightly as you huffed in annoyance.

But she indulged you despite her response, truly needing to shower after the day she’d had while also knowing she needed rest before tomorrow's meetings and training.

You mumbled an annoyed “gracias” as she disappeared into the bathroom, which you didn’t realize she could hear until you heard her deep laugh echo off the bathroom walls.

When Alexia returned from her shower, you were curled up on the opposite side of the bed from where you had been when she left. She was quiet in her attempts to sneak into the bed without your noticing, you’d credit her with that, but when she turned off the light on her nightstand, your eyes still blinked open. If that hadn’t been the cause, the dip of the bed as she got in would’ve immediately woken you up instead.

You learned a few entirely useless bits of information in the minutes of silence that followed Alexia getting into bed.

Firstly, the two of you can (theoretically) fit comfortably in a king sized bed with about an arms length of space left between you both in the middle. Though you couldn’t tell if Alexia was practically clinging to the edge of the bed in the same way that you were so you weren’t certain that was a proper measurement.

Secondly, Alexia was incredibly warm. You figured that much by how she wasn’t fully under the blankets. Based on the way you could easily tug them free from her and how she let them go with ease, you figured she must also be able to feel the warmth that her body was giving off in waves. In truth, between the summer air and the warmth pooling from her, you yourself nearly didn’t need the sheets.

And thirdly, the older woman is the kind to wait until she thinks you’re asleep to speak her mind.

When quiet had settled and your breathing had mostly evened out, a faint whisper came from the other side of the bed.

“Bona nit.” Alexia spoke gently, and if you couldn’t tell that she was lying down facing you, you would almost have assumed you weren’t the intended audience for the comment. But there was no one else in the room she could be whispering too, especially not with the way you could feel her breath against your neck.

You let a moment pass, the unfamiliar yet discernible Catalan words dancing through your mind.

“God natt.” You answered softly, settling for your own familiar mother tongue in the same way Alexia had.

The response you received was a gentle hum and a tug of the sheets that pulled you back ever so slightly from the edge. You didn’t have the energy to fight your way back to where you had been and instead let the warmth of the older woman and the sounds of the city outside lull you to sleep.

Thankfully, you had been far more thorough than Alexia had been when it came to your nighttime routine and you had actually remembered to set an alarm. However, the familiar sound was the last thing you wanted to hear at the moment. The warmth of the bed, of your sleep, was the last thing you wanted to abandon.

Alexia’s groan seemed to echo your thoughts as you could feel her fighting to find and silence the alarm.

For a second, you froze both mentally and physically as warmth seemed to escape your body. Then the alarm was silenced, the warmth returned to you, and your mind started to scream.

When you opened your eyes, you were met with blonde hair that tickled your nose and the sight of tattoos you’d never seen so close. Your brain screamed at you to jerk away, to jolt awake, but you gave yourself that moment. You let your eyes wander freely over her mostly bare back that had somehow ended up pressed against your chest in the midst of your sleep. The sports bra she wore (apparently she was warm last night) revealed more than you were used to seeing.

There was of course the familiar flower you’d seen peeking out over the neckline of various tops throughout the years of playing with and against her. The feather that floated down her shoulder which you’d spotted in your first training session together when you’d joined Barcelona. The majority of her tattoos you’d seen during a night out with the Barcelona girls when Alexia had neglected to wear an outfit that had an actual back to it. But, in the state you’d absolutely blame on sleepiness, you barely stopped yourself from reaching a hand up to trace the lines of newer, still healing, ink decorating her back. The floral feline head on her shoulder had you entranced, and you’d be lying if it didn’t cause you to draw certain parallels between the tattoo and its owner. The other made you flinch ever so slightly, a pierced heart with what seemed to be thorns coming out of it. With the amount of meaning Alexia assigned to many of her other pieces of art, your mind nearly strayed to wonder what had prompted her to add this one.

Your mind only nearly gets there though because it appeared your flinch did not go unnoticed. While your mind had strayed, it seemed your hand also had strayed, fingers tracing invisible patterns until it was intercepted. Your eyes flitted down to where your hand was resting now, stilled on the bare skin of Alexia’s hip. But not stilled on its own, stilled by Alexia’s hand. As if entirely casual, she had threaded your fingers together and was applying gentle pressure with the rough pads of her fingers to hold your hand in place.

“Faen!” Cursing, you rolled to remove yourself away from Alexia who didn’t move a muscle.

Stumbling out of the bed, you slid your slippers and robe on before crossing over to snatch your phone from the nightstand. Your apparent daydreaming not only got you caught but also made you much later than you’d like.

“Fy faen!” You cursed again, as you saw the time. Your eyes flickered to Alexia who still hadn’t moved and you sighed as you leaned down and flicked her shoulder, eliciting a dramatic squeak from her in response.

“Bon dia to you too.” She pouted, rubbing the shoulder you’d flicked.

“We need to be downstairs in five.” You stressed, running a hand through your hair that definitely needed to be combed.

“We-” Alexia started, her eyes locked on the hand you’d just run through your hair. The same hand you’d flicked her with. The same hand she’d held.

“-don’t need to talk about it.”

And for the first time you were almost certain ever, the look that you gave Alexia was strong enough that she didn’t fight back. Instead she simply nodded and started to get out of bed which meant you very quickly busied yourself doing literally anything else but standing around staring at her.

“Training kits on the chair.” Alexia spoke from behind you as she walked over to where you stood.

When she inclined her head, you saw what she meant. Sure enough, laid across the back of two of the lounge chairs were both yours and Alexias training kits for the day. When you went to yours, your jaw practically dropped at the attention to detail. Instead of the regular gray practice top, the sleeveless version was laid carefully on top of the matching gray half zip along with your shorts and socks. With the level of care, you were almost shocked she hadn’t laid out your underwear as well while she was at it.

“Ale-” You started but were interrupted by her shrugging and disappearing into the bedroom with her kit, her words tossed carelessly over her shoulder.

“-don’t need to talk about it”

And for the second time that morning, you found yourself flinching.

It seemed like none of the Barcelona girls knew how to give a normal greeting. Because instead of being given a calm good morning, the first thing you hear when you walk in for breakfast is,

“PAY UP!”

Followed by a very excited Claudia jumping over the table at Mariona with her hand outstretched.

“Do I even want to know?” You groaned as you made your plate quickly, apologizing profusely to the staff attempting to clean up.

“Probably not, no.” Ingrid laughed as she patted the open seat beside her for you to take.

“They’ve all been betting on which one of you would make it through the night alive.” Mapi supplied as she chewed on a waffle, shrieking when her girlfriend smacked her arm.

Your face went red which you quickly tried to hide by shoveling eggs into your mouth. Thankfully, the chaos of a buzzing Barcelona made it easy to hide mostly.

“And since you’re the only one down here, obviously you won which means I won!” Claudia explained, grinning as you shake your head in amused disapproval.

“Claudia, what have we said about betting?” The voice was firm, familiar, and had several of the girls looking up in surprise.

You, however ,surprisingly relaxed, thankful the captain had made her way down for food.

“It wasn’t just me, Mariona did too!” Claudia attempted to defend herself and you couldn’t help but laugh into your cup. The sound drew Alexia’s attention and you felt her gaze slide to you slowly causing you to look up and meet her eyes.

“Yes, but at least she sided with me.” Alexia smirked, only looking more amused when you rolled your own eyes at her antics. Of course she’d come in with a false scolding only to defend Mariona for backing her.

Claudia continued to plead her case to anyone who would listen which was an amusing amount of the girls who you figured out were also in on this bet in their own ways. Meanwhile, Alexia’s smirk turned into a firm frown as she realized the staff had already cleaned up the meal stations.

The sound of you clicking your tongue in disapprovement at her tardiness had her turning on her heels, looking ready to argue her own case with some choice words, when she saw the extra plate beside yours. This time it was your turn to incline your head, motioning towards the empty seat across from you. As she sat down, you gently pushed the plate across to her along with a bottle of water.

“Gracias.” She whispered in thanks, earning a small smile as you tried to go back to finishing your meal. But the way her whisper had sounded so loud in your ears made you realize that the majority of the girls had gone quiet. Narrowing your eyes, you swept the gathering of teammates that were staring at you both in some combination of shock and amazement. Sure, it was known that the two of you had a tendency towards iceness with each other but no one else had grabbed her a plate…

“Mariona, don’t you have money to get back?” Ingrid asked, the picture of faux innocence, as if she didn’t know that she’d just instigated another riot.

Mariona’s gasp of realization and the collective groan of the team got conversation going again as usual. You cast a thankful glance in Ingrid’s direction but your national teammate squinted at you in return, a clear and obvious sign that this was not going to be the end of this unspoken exchange.

You were right, of course.

Throughout every moment before you all arrived at Philips Stadion, Ingrid was glued to your side. Unlike when María wanted information and would babble at you constantly until you snapped just to get her to stop, her partner took the quietly inquisitive approach. It felt like at any moment you could turn your head and find her bright eyes staring you down.

While you loved your best friend, you were at a point of being thoroughly annoyed with her behavior. So when it came to partnering up, you were quick to shove a certain partially blonde defender into her path to escape the silent staredown.

You did, however, fail to recognize that this meant you’d be stuck with María’s usual practice partner.

“Miss me?” Alexia teased as the two of you fell into step beside each other while Alexia collected a football easily from the equipment managers who’d tossed it out.

“Lo siento, I just needed to get away from Ingrid.” You groaned, finding that familiar, comfortable rhythm in your one touch passess to the midfielder. Alexia, without missing a beat in her passes back to you, lifted her head to find the younger Norwegian. Sure enough, Ingrid’s eyes were burning into the two of you even from her spot across the pitch where she was joking around with her own partner.

“I can see why…” She mumbled in response, switching her focus back to reach for one of your passes that went just wide of her.

The reach led to some shaped passing, movements opening up as you both felt comfortable taking up a little bit more space.

Instinctually, your head was on a swivel the second you started moving, watching the ball but also watching the ways the other pairs of teammates were choosing to “get to know the space” as Jonatan had urged them when they’d arrived. From those you could spot, you saw Lucy and Keira who seemed to be wandering around aimlessly, Mapi and Ingrid who had taken up people watching, Marta and Caro who were doing hilariously detailed inspections of the playing surface, and Patri and Claudia who seemed much more interested in heckling Jana and Nuria than observing the stadium itself. This meant that much of the field itself was wide open, an observation Alexia seemed to also have made based on her growing smile.

“Vamos!” She whispered, clearly noting the excitement on your face at the prospect of an open field, and it was all the encouragement you needed as you jogged backward slightly before taking off.

It took a great deal of trust in your team to truly reach your top speed while playing. It wasn’t something that happened often for you at club level anymore unless you were running across the field to provide cover. But truly running at full speed to charge the goal was one of your favorite things to do and annoyingly Alexia was one of your favorite partners to do it with. You could see her juggling the ball skillfully at her own pace as you neared the box. With a last check, you sprinted forward perfectly in time with her rolling the ball ahead of herself. Due to the rest of the girls being otherwise preoccupied, you could practically hear the crack of the Catalans boot against the ball seconds before that same power was transferred from you into the ball as you slammed it into the open net.

Adrenaline eating away your anxiety from the morning, you threw your arms into the air and took off running towards Alexia without a second thought. Or, watching your feet. When you were within stride of reaching her, you felt your studs catch an odd patch of grass that sent you into a less than graceful forward roll. When you found yourself in a seated position, legs out in front of you, you could hear the howling sound of laughter from your teammates around the pitch as it became evident to them that you were okay, just incredibly clumsy. The only person not laughing was the one whose shadow was cast over you.

“Estás bien?” Alexia asked softly, reaching a hand out to you that you grabbed without even thinking.

When her hand grasped yours though the rough brush of her fingers against your skin sent your mind reeling backwards to this morning and you found yourself dizzier than the roll could have ever made you. The silence in the stadium had returned, the team watching the interaction with baited breath like they had at breakfast. Even the staff seemed to lean in a little closer. You were brought back by the gentle squeezing of your hand, the grounding gesture causing your eyes to flicker to Alexia’s.

“All good.” You whispered, squeezing her hand gently in return which Alexia took as confirmation that she could pull you to your feet. Steadying yourself, you braced the hand you’d used to help boost you off the ground against Alexia’s bicep that you could feel flex underneath your grip.

Refusing to let that affect you, you stepped back and called over to some of your hovering teammates.

“Found a bad patch!” You shouted, pointing to where your boot had gotten caught in the grass.

The roar of laughter returned to the stadium as many of the younger players rushed over to your side and started jeering and jostling you towards the goal you’d just scored on to set up for the team photo. Others like Frido joined in as well, picking bits of dirt off of you in an attempt to smooth out your edges. Smiling, you leaned into their playfulness and let the familiarity of being with your teammates take you over. But you could still feel eyes on you, this time though they felt softer than Ingrid's earlier piercing gaze.

When you cast a glance over your shoulder, you saw the other Barcelona captain staring back. A gentle smile on her face and a new football at her feet that she was absentmindedly tapping around. You felt your face warm the same way you’d warmed last night and forced yourself to turn your attention towards the girls around you.

Though a gnawing part of you couldn’t help but wonder about the older woman’s stare, her openness to feeding into your antics today, and the brush of her hand against you both in bed and now on the field.

A forceful shake from Aitana had you coming back to the real world, and you shoved away those thoughts for now. Afterall, you had an entire night ahead to question them.

791 notes · View notes

lwwife · 1 day

Text

1. same room at the same time // A. Putellas

Schedules get crossed and the teammates who seemingly hate each other most get stuck rooming together... with a twist!

➺ 2k words

➺ Barcelona+NORWNT!Reader

➺ set before 2023 UEFA CL final, enemies to lovers except not really enemies? just cheeky?, some scheming if you read into it, world building and silliness, mastermind-ing, mentions of Mapi and Ingrid

PART ONE of ???

---------

“No.”

“Absolutely not.”

It was a rarity that the two of you truly agreed on anything but the both of you shared very strong, very similar feelings on the matter being presented to you.

“It wasn’t a question.” Your manager sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration.

“But-” Alexia attempted, quickly silenced when the small woman in front of you held up one finger and shushed the Spanish captain. In any other situation, you might’ve laughed.

“No, there won’t be discussion on this matter. Are you two not the captains of this team?” She questioned, raising a brow and looking between you both. Alexia, of course, took this as a challenge of her pride in her team and puffed about it while you simply rolled your eyes.

“Sí, lo estamos.” You stepped up to answer, cutting a glare over at your counterpart before she could say something stupid.

Now was absolutely not the time for her to make a big deal about it. The answer was simple. Yes, you were the captains of Barcelona. End of story. The semantics could be argued about later.

“Then it is your pride and joy to do everything you can to help this environment to flow as smoothly as possible. It is also in your contracts that if something like this is to happen, it is the two of you who are to be the ones to figure out or accept an alternative plan to keep things on track. Sí?”

The mention of your contracts had even Alexia straightening slightly. Because… well… it did in fact say that. You literally can’t argue with what's written on the paper in black and white, sighed with your inky looping signatures of agreement when you both renewed.

“Sí.”

It was Alexia who spoke this time, stepping forward to pluck the room key from the other woman's hand before brushing back past you with her bags in hand.

“Vamos, roomie.” The slightly taller woman teased, rolling her eyes this time as she jingled the keys just over your head.

Clicking your tongue in displeasure you shot her an annoyed glance, sparing one back at your manager just to see her grinning and watching the little performance in front of her.

“¡Que tengas una buena noche, chicas!”

And you suddenly felt the incredibly strong urge to hit her with your shoe at the overly formal language paired with an even more overly knowing look.

You weren’t given the luxury, sadly, because Alexia seemed to pick up on you having not moved an inch. Despite your reluctance to get moving, the strong and echoing sound of the woman who was for all technicalities your captain shouting your name across a grand hotel lobby? Well, it got you moving.

The two of you traveled up towards the room without a word. When you finally made it inside, the situation was precisely as had been described.

“Ah, perfect! A bed fit for you, La Reina.” You teased as you took in the accommodations around you while Alexia smacked out at you lightly in disapproval, earning a light laugh from you at the small victory.

The room (or rooms, more accurately) was fancy enough. It was more spacious than usual, a larger lounge area with varying furniture, and two more doors with one leading to what seemed to be a private balcony area and the other attached to a bathroom.

But your attention kept flitting back to that one detail, the singular large bed.

This is where the management team had messed up. In their booking of rooms for this trip, it seemed they didn’t realize that both you and Alexia were to travel with the team and so instead of booking proper doubles so you could room with your usual teammates? They booked what had become Alexia's usual personal travel arrangements. A suite to herself. Which now in turn meant a suite she’d have to share with you.

Sighing, you set your bags down in the entrance and made for the balcony door that was proving to be the best part of this entire arrangement thus far. Breaking out into the heavy city air, you thankfully found your breath.

“If the bed is a perfect fit for me, what’s that say about you?”

Though it appeared you hadn’t found your senses as you hadn’t realized Alexia had followed you outside until she spoke.

Your response, of course, was an incredibly royal and sophisticated… scoff.

“Says nothing if I’m not sleeping in it.”

You turned your gaze back out towards the view, but you could feel her skeptical eyes on you still.

“And where else would you be sleeping?” The older woman asked, and you could see the way her head tilted slightly, her eyes narrowing. And that’s all you could handle before you had to force your full focus back to the city in front of you.

Distracted by the view, you couldn’t find the energy to even bother mouthing off at Alexia. And honestly didn't even consider lying to be an option.

“Already messaged Ewa, I-”

“No.” And Alexia’s voice was firmer now than it had been earlier down in the lobby.

“Figured you’d say as much. You always seemed the type to take the no leaving the hotel rule very seriously.” You sighed, but stiffened quickly when you realized how tense Alexia had drawn beside you.

“It is not the leaving, it’s where you’d be going. You are not staying with your ex for two nights before we play her team in a final. You are not staying with her at all.” Alexia had her captain voice on and the steadiness of it matched her stare out beyond the city, both of which took you by surprise.

Unsteadied by her tone, you grasped for any response.

“We haven’t been together for well over two years.” Was the only weak rebuttal you could manage.

“And it’s taken you well over two years to get over her.” Alexia responded easily, throwing you a sideways glance as if asking you to argue.

So of course, you did.

“People heal on their own schedule and in their own ways, you know that.” You huffed, a pointed glare to her. A low blow.

“I do. I also know you were together for four years. You played and lived with her for five. You’re not going back to her. I want my midfield on top of their game, not on top of their exes.”

And you were simply too stunned to speak as she walked past you and back into the hotel room. You’re not sure what part hit you the hardest. Her implications of your intimacy or her general knowledge and care about your past relationship. You hadn’t thought her one to know, and especially not one to remember.

When you stumbled back into the room about a half hour later, you raised a questioning brow at the entry where your bags had once been sitting. Following common sense, you wandered into the bedroom to find your night bag set on the left bedside table. Weirdly enough, the left was your preferred side of the bed though you assumed that to have been blind luck or just the universe being weird. The other side was set up similarly, Alexia’s personal bags sat neatly along with the addition of a small stuffed bear that you had to pause and smile at. From a quick glance around, you gathered that your other bags had been carefully stocked and stashed accordingly and the things you’d actually need were set out in various appropriate spots.

When you wandered back into the lounge area, Alexia was lazily draped across one of the chairs reading a book that she glanced up from when you leaned against the entry.

“What are you doing?”

It was a silly question, what she was physically doing was very obvious. She waggled the book she held in silent response, but an inclination of your head paired with the ever-familiar disapproving click of your tongue earned a smile from her as she bookmarked the novel.

“Making sure you don’t run away.” She admitted eventually, giving you an honest sort of look that only her eyes ever seemed to hold properly.

You weren’t entirely sure what to make of that. Surely going to stay with Ewa didn’t count as running away? Though it definitely seemed an escape route type of tactic. So maybe she was right.

Sighing, you looked around the large space, your eyes cast towards the bathroom where the door was slightly ajar now. Enough that you could peer inside and smile at the contents.

Fine, an olive branch. If she cared enough to know? Maybe you could care enough to stay. Prove her wrong... maybe.

“I’m not going anywhere. Go be with the girls.” You admitted, shrugging your shoulders.

Alexia stared skeptically but you gave her a nod before pushing yourself off the entry frame and towards the bathroom.

“Your plans?” She raised her voice to catch you across the room and you simply laughed as you opened the bathroom door fully.

“I’ll be here.” You responded simply, turning slightly to face her where she was now looking at you with her head peaked over the back of the chair she had been laying in.

“All afternoon?” Alexia asked, her chin resting on the chairs back in a way you had to admit was quite cute.

“Mhm, all afternoon. I like a little luxury and I see a nice clawfoot tub that can provide me just that. Might call Ingrid in for a bit too.”

Giggling, you watched as her eyes widened, gears turning in her head as you mentioned the clawfoot tub. But it was her eyebrows nearly shooting into her hairline when you mentioned her best friends partner that nearly had you falling over with laughter.

“Not like that, hermosa. She is simply the best company for spa time and I need to do my nails.” And this time it was the little nickname that you knew caught her attention. You weren’t sure entirely where it came from either but the sparkle in her eyes and the way she was perched on the chair had it slipping from your lips naturally.

“I’ll see you tonight then.” Alexia answered, her skin a bit flushed as she broke the stare she had fixed on you as you nodded and made to slip into the bathroom.

Before you could, your manners got the better of you.

“Alexia…” You started, the false blonde looking back to you in interest as you spoke her name. “The bags, putting them up? Just…gracias.”

Alexia’s face warmed even more as a soft and genuine smile graced her features.

“You pack intuitively.” Was her only verbal answer but you understood and nodded again, dipping your head a bit to hide your own smile.

Alexia got herself together, grabbing her slides and phone, before sparing a glance in your direction as she headed for the door.

“I’ll be at María’s.” Was her short explanation in lieu of a proper goodbye which made you huff slightly, both at the lack of true parting words and her destination.

“Tell her I’ll be borrowing her kjæreste later!” You teased, smiling as Alexia’s face scrunched up sourly. Whether it was at the sentiment of the statement or at your usage of Norwegian which she still heard so rarely from you despite it being your first language? You were unsure.

“Vale, vale.” She huffed after eventually shaking herself out of thought, walking out the door waving her hand behind her in something between understanding and dismissal despite the blush on her face.

And as you were never one to let a fire die, you had to have the last word:

“See you tonight, roomie!”

Of course, your amusement only doubled when you heard your teammate nearly trip at your response as she tried to shut the door behind her.

902 notes · View notes

lwwife · 2 days

Text

take my hand || alexia putellas

summary: you’re obsessed with alexia hands

pairing: alexia putellas x fem!reader

a/n: based on this request! i hope you like it nonnie🩵

take my hand || alexia putellas

alexia knew how much you loved her hands, you didn’t need to tell her. she could tell by how any chance you got, you would sit there and stare at them. it didn’t matter where you were, you would always find a reason to stare at them. you loved them, you love whenever she would touch you with them. it never mattered where, just as long as they were on some part of your body.

alexia used this knowledge to her full advantage, teasing you whenever she had the chance. she would grip the item she would be holding, just to make sure that you saw the veins in her hands and up her arms. she loved how after you saw them, you would be a blushing mess. even having to turn around sometimes to gather your thoughts, to remind yourself to get a fucking grip of yourself.

that’s the situation you found yourself in now.

you and alexia sat at the kitchen island having dinner together, you were trying you absolute best to focus on what she was telling you. but it was no use. you zoned out the second she grabbed her glass.

you were to caught up in your own thoughts that you didn’t realise that alexia had stopped talking. she had stopped two minutes ago when she realised you weren’t paying attention too what she was telling you, instead staring at her hands.

she sat there and watched you, watched how you would lick your lips every couple of seconds. hold you would still continue to nod and hum even though she wasn’t talking.

“¿Qué tienes, mi vida?,” she spoke softly, breaking you out of your trance. “were you listening, amor?”

“hmm? si, i was listening!” you nodded rapidly, blinking away any thoughts that you had.

“what was i talking about then?” she questioned, knowing that you weren’t able to answer her.

“okay, fine! i wasn’t listening.” you confessed, now trying to think of a way to come up with a good enough explanation as to why you weren’t listening. but you couldn’t come up with anything. instead, you sat there quietly. now figuring out that alexia knew you were staring her hands by the look on her face.

“were you staring at my hands again, amor?” she questioned, a cocky smirk plastered proudly on her face. you squinted your eyes, “you know i was so why ask?”

alexia shrugged, before grabbing your hips and lifting you so you were now sat on her lap. “i love how your cheeks flush red when you stare at them for too long.”

“you’re mean.” you told her, hiding your face in the crook of her neck. she kissed the side of your head, chuckling slightly at you. “but you love me,” she smiled.

“that i do,” you smiled, lifting you head from her neck to kiss her properly.

“how about you show me how much you love these hands?”

679 notes · View notes

lwwife · 2 days

Text

lazy day || alexia putellas x reader ||

you and alexia spend a much needed day in bed together.

you groaned as the beeping from your alarm grew louder. there really wasn't anywhere for you to be, but you had forgotten to turn it off for your day off. you tried to roll towards the noise, but surprisingly, you found yourself being held onto tightly by alexia. she wasn't normally one to stay in bed past six, and you wondered for a moment if she felt ill.

"ale, i'd like to stop the beeping," you said as you wriggled away from her. she whined, something that you hadn't heard in quite some time. you quickly turned the alarm off and situated yourself right back in her arms again. "do we have any plans for today? i was thinking that we could maybe go shopping."

"no," alexia told you. you pouted at her, and she was quick to respond with one of her own. "i want to spend the day with you doing nothing. please, mi amor."

you didn't have any real obligations, so you allowed yourself the comfort of staying in bed with alexia for at least a little while longer. you laid back and relished in the feeling of being in her arms. there was nothing in the world that made you feel safe like being with her like that. alexia's strong arms provided a comfort that you knew you'd never find again.

"you know, i'm not really tired." you could feel alexia trying to lull you back to sleep, but it wasn't working. you did love the feeling of her always perfectly trimmed nails raking gently against your scalp.

"that's okay, you don't have to go to sleep. i just want you to lay here with me," alexia said. she pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head as she shifted slightly beneath you. it should have been absolutely perfect, but you had a hard time relaxing when you had the feeling that something was going on with alexia.

this carried on even after she had finally gotten out of bed for the day. it was nearly 9 o'clock, which you didn't believe was late by normal standards, but it might as well have been the afternoon for alexia. she moved around her house sluggishly as she pulled out the ingredients for breakfast.

since you had practically moved in with alexia, she had gotten you used to her making you breakfast each morning. you knew it was mainly because she wanted to make sure that you stuck to the meal plans that had been made up for you, but it was still sweet of her. she liked taking care of you, something that had surprised the both of you quite a bit at first.

alexia was a caring person, but she had never really given off domestic vibes. all of it came quickly once you started to spend time at her apartment. she began to invite you over for meals, basking in the way your face lit up as she brought you something that she had specifically cooked for you.

it was more than just the food. alexia loved doing all sorts of little things for you around the house. she knew that you could take care of yourself and your own messes, but the kisses you'd give her for helping made it more than worth any trouble. today though, as alexia moved around the kitchen, you knew that the dishes would sit in the sink until tomorrow.

"to the couch. vamos!" alexia swatted your ass as she passed you by. you glanced back over at the sink, but didn't make any moves to clean up. you were no stranger to a sink full of dishes, but you doubted alexia was. she liked to get ahead of things before they piled up. "right here, on my lap. get in close. we are going to watch one of the scary shows."

"i thought you didn't like my shows," you said softly. alexia had been very clear that she had no intentions of watching any of the horror-themed shows that you tended to enjoy. alexia liked for you to think of her as tough and fearless, and those shows made her jump and squeal like a little girl.

"i do not, but i like you a lot. one could even say that i love you, so we can watch them today. if it gets to be too much, i'll just use you as a shield." alexia was being extremely honest. you chuckled as she turned the two of you to lay down on the couch.

alexia sprawled out on top of you, partially tucking her face into the side of your neck. she could still see the television, but her view would be easily hidden if she wanted it to be. the feeling of her breath against your neck was a bit distracting, especially once she had fallen asleep. in her sleep, alexia had pulled you even closer, causing her mouth to press gently against one of the more sensitive spots on your neck.

silently, you turned the television off and carefully shifted to lay a little straighter. you'd wake up from your little nap with a terrible ache in your neck, but alexia would be more than happy to rub it out for you. you closed your eyes and tried to match alexia's breathing as you quickly drifted off to sleep. you hadn't done much all day, but the week's exhaustion finally seemed to catch up with you.

hours later, you woke up curled up on alexia's lap as she sat on the balcony. alexia was chatting away to someone on the phone in spanish, carting her fingers through your hair as she spoke quietly. you pretended to be asleep for a little while longer, even though you knew alexia saw right through you. still, she didn't acknowledge it until she got off of the phone.

"i know that i should have left you inside, but i didn't want you to leave my arms," alexia said as she lifted your head slightly. you puckered your lips for a kiss, which she happily granted you. it was a light press of your lips against yours, but it was enough for the moment. anything else probably would have made your head spin a bit.

"what was all that about?" you asked her. alexia's face fell as she looked at you. her contract at barcelona had been extended, an offer that truly reflected her importance to the club. you had yet to be offered anything, and the window was quickly closing on barcelona to resign you. if they didn't, you'd be forced to move out of spain, and that was the last thing either you or alexia wanted.

"barcelona, they'll resign you for three years, but you have to spend next season on loan. they say it's the only way that they can afford to keep you," alexia said. you didn't like the sound of that, but you weren't opposed to going on loan if it meant you could still come back to barcelona.

"where would i go?" you asked. alexia shrugged. there had been a few clubs that were smart enough to really fight for you. all of them were much further away than alexia was comfortable with. although, you had yearned to play for your home country again, even if you knew that alexia would never follow you all the way to sweden.

"up north, like way up north. they want you back in sweden," alexia answered. your eyes lit up a little, and alexia felt guilty for wanting to hide the information from you. she had thought about it, but it felt dishonest, and her honesty was one of your favorite things about her. "i don't want you to go."

"it's just a season, it's not permanent. i doubt you want me to take the only other spanish team that's willing to sign me." alexia's brows furrowed at the reminder of real madrid's offer on you. it was twice as much as barcelona was willing to pay for you, but alexia had threatened to disown you if you played for them. you didn't doubt that she'd do it, the woman loved barcelona almost more than she loved you sometimes. "you can do this ale, i believe in you."

"i don't want to though. i don't want to wake up without you right here next to me. it's selfish, and i know that i'm being a baby about it, but i deserve to be sometimes. it's not fair," alexia whined. you cupped her cheeks and pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. alexia grumbled a little as you pressed kisses all over her face before you finally kissed her lips.

"don't think about it for now, just enjoy these moments with me right now. let's make a million memories so that when i'm gone, the time just flies by until i can come back to you, okay? you've already given me today," you said. alexia took a deep breath, and if you noticed the tears in her eyes that she desperately tried to blink away, you didn't say anything.

"we can't just lay around all day tomorrow. there's media and training," alexia reminded you.

"i don't need to tomorrow. whenever things get to be too much for me, i'll just remember this day that we spent together. i'll think about the feeling of your arms wrapped around me when i get cold and lonely. anything to put me back in this headspace."

"god, i love you so much," alexia muttered as she squeezed you. you quietly repeated her words back to her, but they were muffled as alexia lifted you up and carried you back inside. this time when your body hit the bed, you knew that it wasn't just for a bit of extra lounging around.

514 notes · View notes

lwwife · 2 days

Text

Calm After Storm

Hi guys!

It was way too long since I didn't write for Leah, so here is a sweet little thing.

I'm so happy Arsenal won yesterday, even if I almost cry three times and had two hearts attacks. And of course I think about Frida, hopping she's ok :(

TW : Lover fight, Angst.

______________________________________________________________

Leah is intense. Always have, always been and that’s how you love her. You love how much she can be passionate about everything she’s doing. You love her love for football, for her family, for her friends. She is always here to help her relatives for everything. She’s here for her grandmother when she needs help for groceries, she’s here when her mother can’t walk their dog, she’s here to get her brother to the airport at 8 in the morning even if she played a game the night before, she’s here to support her teammates through injuries.

She’s everywhere she can be, at every time.

You, in another hand, you’re calmer. You’re a little shy and need some time to observe the people you don’t know before opening up. You are as affectionate and attentive to your loved one than Leah, but in a more discreet way.

Those differences are the meanly reasons of why you didn’t understand at first why Leah seems interested in you. You met her thanks to your friend Lotte and Leah took the time to talk to you every time you came to watch Lotte plays. When Leah did her ACL, she attends almost every game, and you talk a lot during this time. That’s where she asks you out for the first time, after having asking Lotte if you are into girls.

You said yes, obviously.

If you didn’t think that Leah must be interested in you, you were deeply charmed by the personality of the blonde. She’s funny, intelligent, great to talk to and you have a lot in common. And yes, you must admit that you find her unbelievably attractive. Like almost half of the population but hey, you’re just a girl.

Leah kissed you at your second date. She asks you at the fourth to be her girlfriend and introduce you to her family after six months of dating. Of course, they already have known about you. And you knew them thanks to the Arsenal VIP room. But it was the first official diner with the Williamson and relatives.

You are not living together for now, but you find yourself a lot at each other’s house. You love being at Leah’s, everything smells like her. But she loves being at your house too. At Christmas, Leah gave you the keys of her house and you gave her the keys of your flat.

You love her, a lot. And you know that she loves you back, even if those precious words were never pronounced to each other. At least you both know that you care for each other. A lot.

That doesn’t mean you never fight, to be honest. Not later than yesterday, you had a really stupid argument about something really stupid. But with Leah’s stress about football and her comeback and your proper tiredness thanks to your job, it was sometimes happening. Some means words were exchanged, and Leah ended up leaving your flat, slamming your door.

Stubbornly, you decided not to write to her. In your opinion, she was wrong, and it was even more wrong to leave the way she did. You were hurt a little bit too, by the argument and after by the fact that Leah didn’t call you or at least send you a message. Not the same night, not the day after.

Almost two days later, you still didn’t have talk to each other. You ask casually to Lotte how Leah is doing when you have her on the phone. But your cousin answers that she was Switzerland in your love life and that she didn’t want to be involved in anything. Unless it’s for marriage or children. So, basically, you don’t know how Leah is today.

You saw the video and the pictures posted by Arsenal’s admin on Instagram, but that’s all. You choose not to go to the game, not sure that Leah wants you here. It’s an important game though, so you decide to watch it on TV. Leah’s starting and it’s strange to see your girlfriend’s face on your TV screen. She’s focused, her glare well fixed on her face. Her blue eyes are piercing her opponents.

But that doesn’t help Arsenal to win today. It wasn’t a big loss, but it was a loss anyway. Leah seems particularly sad, and you feel your heart cracks. So, you decided to jump in a jean, in your car and to go to Arsenal’s stadium. Leah gave you a pass to access to the parking lot, so you just use it to get in it.

You know that Leah went to the game with Beth, so you’re not surprised not to see her car. But, when you get out from yours, you can’t help but feel a little bit uncomfortable. What if Leah doesn’t want you here? Maybe your idea wasn’t as good as you thought at first. You almost decided to leave when Leah passes the door.

She’s looking at the ground, not listening to Beth or Laia Codina who are walking with her. The other blond spots you first and elbows Leah who looks at her. Beth then points in your direction and when Leah spots you too, she seems as surprised as she is relieved.

You don’t move, only waving shyly at her. She gives you a little smile in return, turning into Beth to says her something. You don’t know what it is, but Beth rolls her eyes and push Leah in her direction with her hand before mimic a kick in the ass.

“Hello” you say softly when Leah is next to you.

“Hi” breaths Leah.

You reach out to take her bag, putting it on the back seat of your car. Then you went to opens Leah’s door, but you cross her eyes, and she seems so upset that you can’t do nothing against that. So, you reach out to her again, so that she can grasp it this time. And, when Leah almost jumps on your hand, you take her delicately against you. She hugs you back, putting her face in your neck almost immediately.

“You played good” you whisper after some seconds.

“You weren’t here to watch” Leah objects, her face still in your neck.

“I watched you on TV.”

At your explanation, Leah pushes herself even more against you and you tighten your arms against her. No one like to lose obviously, but you’ve never seen someone with such an ability to take all the blame on themselves. You know that tomorrow, Leah would pass half of her day watching the game, analyzing her mistakes and noting them in her notebook. You hate that damn notebook.

“You still watched me?”

You can’t help but smile, hearing how small your girlfriend is when asks you that question. Leah Williamson, captain of England and Euro champion looks like a little girl right now. No one ever saw this part of Leah, or her mother only maybe. But you do.

“Of course.”

You could have tease her and answering that you wanted to watch Katie, but it wasn’t really the good timing. Leah takes a deep breath and release you, looking attentively at your face before trying another smile. You smile back and stroke her hair before nodding at your car.

“Can I take you home?”

“I’d love to.”

You don’t really talk during the journey to your house, but Leah captures your hand in hers almost immediately. She strokes your fingers and plays with your ring all along, looking out by the window. You let her, knowing with time that she needs some quiet sometimes to figuring things out.

When you get out of your car, you take Leah’s bag with one hand, your girlfriend’s hand with the other and go to the ascensor. In it, you can smell Leah’s shampoo and that’s make you smile. The blonde surprise your smile in the mirror of the ascensor and you just shrug. She doesn’t have the time to question you though, the doors opening just after.

“Do you want to order pizzas? Or I can go to Tesco to take you a ham sandwich if you prefer?”

“Nah, pizza is good Babe. Don’t worry”

You let Leah orders your diner, using this time to wash her dirty laundry before heading back to the living room. Leah had made herself comfortable, lying on your couch. But she stands when she spots you, making you frown.

“We need to talk. About our fight.”

You feel your face fall, hopping to never discuss your fight again. You hate fighting with Leah, and you hate the way you feel after. You were hopping that you can have like a silence contract to forget it. Plus, the We need to talk sentence is never really good. But Leah seems to understand really fast what’s happening in your head, because she takes your hand when she sits down on the couch again, taking you with her. You are almost sitting on her lap when she talks again.

“I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am. I don’t even remember why the fight start, but I shouldn’t have left like that. It was childish and I’m really sorry. Are you still angry with me?”

You shook your head negatively, relieved to learn that Leah doesn’t want to break up or something like that.

“No, I’m not. To be honest, the same night I was more sad to sleep without you than angry.”

“Why didn’t write me?” Leah asks with curiosity.

“I wasn’t sure you’d answer me and I was afraid I’d be even sadder.”

Leah sighs softly, stroking your back. Her eyes are looking at you with intensity and you bite unconsciously your lip.

“Do you want to know a secret?” Leah asks you soon after.

You nod, taking advantage of your position to cuddle against her. Leah puts her chin on top of your head, and you can hear her heart when she talks again.

“I was sad too. I was hopping you will come to the game but when I didn’t see you, I realize how much I fucked up. And after the game, all I was thinking is that I will have to deal with the loss all alone. Almost everyone was going home to their partner and mine was probably angry at me. I just wanted to go home and hide under the cover. When I saw you in the parking lot, I was thinking of the best way to apologize and get you back. I knew it was my fault, but it didn’t ease the sadness of it, it was even worse I think.”

“Don’t say that” you mumble “It was my fault too. We were both arguing.”

Leah hums and you look up at her before kissing her cheek. It was nice to know how much your presence means to Leah whether it’s during the games or at home. You love being here for her obviously.

“But we’re good now, right?”

Leah smiles, with her real smile and you feel your heart fluttered.

“We’re good, my girl.”

Then you kiss her for the first time since the fight and you get lost in your embrace. The kiss is sweet, tender and you feel like floating somewhere above the ground. Maybe your exchange will change in something more passionate if your pizzas weren’t already here.

You eat them in front of the TV, but still cuddling against each other. Leah finishes her pizza first and takes you more against her soon after. She kisses your cheek several times, not really interested in the movie she picks before. When you feel teeth against the skin of your neck, you decide to forget your meal to roll on your girlfriend.

Leah smirks, happy to have all your attention and catch your lips in an intense kiss. You whimper, surprise by the intensity of it but didn’t waist time to answer it.

“Thanks for coming for me tonight.”

Leah whispers it way later, when you were under the cover of your bed, almost asleep. The pizzas were eaten, you forgot the movie to better activities and after that you took a hot bath.

Leah’s body is warm against yours and you hum at first for only answer.

“My pleasure” you mumble, half-hiding your face in her.

You yawn and Leah start scratching your neck, just like she knows you like. You only need thirty seconds to fall asleep after that. Leah needs a little more time, but she watches you sleep to pass time. She knows she’s lucky to have you and she swears to herself not to leave you angry anymore.

570 notes · View notes

lwwife · 2 days

Text

Long Live || leah williamson x reader

prompt: The journey of the Euros, Leah's ACL, and then returning.

warnings: mentions of injury, some instances of angst

“I said remember this moment. In the back of my mind. The time we stood with our shaking hands. The crowds in the stands went wild.”

All summer you had watched Leah and her England national teammates endlessly work for this opportunity, a chance to play in a Euro final and hopefully win the Euros on home soil. The tournament had begun swimmingly, solid wins against Austria, Norway, and Northern Ireland, ending the group perfect, with zero goals conceded. It was the perfect triumph heading into quarterfinals with Spain, a worthy competitor that brought a different style of play into the tournament. This would be the first time the England side would be thoroughly tested and you could only hope for the vital win.

The Spain match was certainly the most stressful thus far, it had you pacing back and forth praying to some sort of God to allow a miracle to happen and England to move forward. A goal slotted in the back of the net by Ester González sent you into a full-blown panic, but luckily Ella equalized near the end of regulation time to take the game to extra-time. A danger of a strike from Georgia sealed the 2-1 win for England to send them into the semifinals with Sweden.

Throughout the tournament, you were allotted minimal time with your girlfriend, between training and media duties, you had to rely on text messages and late-night facetime calls for communication. You even kept those to a minimum so that Leah’s main focus could be on leading England to a Euros final, especially because she was captaining the team. You vividly remember the night she had called you to let you know the news and your heart beamed for your lover every time she stepped on the pitch with the armband. The inability to not actually spend nearly enough time with Leah had been unfortunate for you, but you knew what this meant to her and you would do it every day over again if it meant that she could play to her very best. Later on you would find out that Leah had kept a very detailed journal of her days on camp, sharing every single memory and thought with you after the come down of the tournament when she returned home.

You could also tell just how the sport of women’s football was growing at each game, thousands of fans attended the matches, breaking records at each stadium. You even spotted several little girls and boys wearing your girlfriend’s kit, imaging one day your own kids wearing their mother’s number on their back. You swelled with pride at every match, seeing Leah’s passion for the game and her ability to lead her team, she and her team were finally getting the recognition they had worked so hard for and starting a new wave of young women playing football.

The next opponent, Sweden, brought one of the most historic goals with Alessia finding the back of the net with her backheel. A 4-0 win that sent England into the finals to face a powerful Germany team. You were overjoyed with happiness while you spent half the summer supporting your girlfriend at various stadiums across England and her dreams were so close you could taste it. At every single game, Leah would look up at her section and you would meet her with flashing eyes and a dimpled smile, you were always there and Leah loved every minute of it.

“I’m so proud of you baby! Onto the finals!” You congratulated her as she made long strides towards the section where you sat, hugging you desperately close. You mostly kept the interaction brief and short to allow her to visit with the several family members that had continuously showed up to support Leah.

She kept you close though, basking in your presence with an arm laced around your waist as she conversed with the people around you. You also spent some time congratulating different members of the England squad who you had come to know through Leah, ushering them well wishes and good luck’s as they passed by.

The Germany game brought you endless nervousness and stress, you desperately wanted your girlfriend to win, you saw all the hard work her and all her teammates had poured in and you wanted nothing more than them to be rewarding with a historic win. The first half ended goalless as you held close to Amanda, she had been by your side all tournament long and you both knew how desperately bad England and Leah wanted this win. Ella came on as a substitute and gave England the lead 1-0, but not long after, Germany unfortunately equalized, sending the match into extra time tied 1-1.

You hadn’t been able to sit the whole match, anxiously swaying back and forth as you watched. The next goal felt like it happened in slow motion, a corner kick by Lauren that bounced off of Lucy and luckily entered the patch of Chloe who nearly sealed the Euros win with an incredible goal. An all-around effort of time wasting and the final whistle blew, ‘England are European champions’ rang throughout a nearly sold-out Wembley stadium as the crowd erupted in cheers.

You jumped up and down while embracing several of Leah’s various family members into hugs, cheering amongst yourselves as you celebrated. England had done it and you were ecstatic for your girlfriend. Once finished with mandatory media duties and celebrating with her teammates, she made her way towards you.

“You’ve earned this love, Leah Williamson European champion!” You exclaimed with tears in your eyes as the confetti fell. “I am so, so proud of you. I’m speechless right now, just so happy baby. You did it!”

“I couldn’t have done it without your support.” She happily expressed, lifting you up while swinging you around as your fingers threaded through her hair, a wide smile cemented on your faces. You met her lips with a bruising kiss, thinking back to all the lonely nights in bed without your lover, remembering all the sacrifices she had made to make it to this moment made this moment all the more sweeter. Your childhood neighbor turned best friend and then eventually lover from Milton Keynes had led her country to a European championship and you couldn’t be happier.

To this day, watching her raise the trophy with her team had been one of your favorite memories, also the copious amount of partying and celebrating that ensued after the finals into the early hours of the next morning.

“You held your head like a hero.”

April 19th will always be a date forever engrained into your mind. A matchup between Manchester United and Arsenal at Leighs Sports Village where Arsenal looked to avenge a 2-3 loss to the Manchester side at the Emirates in the beginning half of the season, fighting to stay in the top of the WSL standings.

You’d woken up early this matchday, looking at the alarm clock that read a few minutes after 8 A.M. in red numbers. Stretching out your limbs and rolling over to your lover who lied in a deep sleep, her chest rising and falling slowly. She looked peaceful and you decided you would let her rest a little longer, knowing that waking a sleeping Leah too early resulted in a grumpy Leah, and you undeniably knew that Leah would snooze her alarm a few times before actually getting up anyways.

You took the time to properly make Leah a sufficient breakfast that included necessary carbs and protein to fuel the athlete, knowing the defender’s usual ham sandwich pregame meal would not be efficient enough for her to play to her best potential no matter how many times you had told her. You’d checked her kit bag twice to make sure she had everything she needed and even added a little post-it note that told her how much you loved her and wished her a good game, placing it in her left boot so she could find it right before the match.

“Good morning super star, ready for today?” You asked the blonde when she came shuffling into the kitchen a half an hour later, rubbing her tired eyes and still dressed in her pajamas. Meeting her upon her entrance in a warm embrace before you ushered her towards the kitchen table to eat her meal while you finished up making yourself a coffee. Manchester United always gave a valent effort, especially when they played against the Arsenal red, but you had little to no doubt that Leah and her squad could pull out an important win.

“Ready as ever, I feel good,” she told you in between bites. “You’ll be there right? I need my good luck charm in attendance.”

“Of course I will baby, wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You told her as you joined her at the table, a large grin plastered across the defender’s face. “But you really need to hurry, you have to leave in 20 minutes.”

“20 minutes?” the blonde questioned, glancing down at her watch to check the time which indicated she indeed need to put a pep in her step. “Where has the time gone? Thank you for breakfast baby.” Leah said placing her dishes in the sink and meeting you back at the table to pepper soft kisses on the side of your cheek.

“Leah, you hit the snooze button 4 times this morning and have the audacity to be shocked you’re running late? Honestly woman you surprise me every day.” You teased towards her as she ran to get dressed and do in her hair in the bedroom while you finished your breakfast at the table, mindlessly scrolling on your phone.

Several minutes later she waltzed out in the Arsenal sweatsuit combo with her sudoku book in hand and her iPad in the other. She met you at the door where you held her fully packed kit bag up for her as she sent you a thankful smile when you placed the bag on her shoulder. You carefully tucked a loose strand of her blonde hair behind her ear that had fallen out of her ponytail, secretly chuckling to yourself at the endless hours you told Leah how much she would regret getting a fringe after the photoshoot was over.

“Love you baby, play well today. Score a goal for me, yeah?” You whispered in her ear, throwing your arms around her neck, hugging her close before pulling her in for a passionate kiss, only forcing yourself to separate when you remembered Leah needed to be leaving or she would miss the bus.

Leah opened the door before turning back towards you, “Just one more hug before I leave? Please?” your girlfriend begged and who were you to deny her, pulling her in for another warm, tight embrace.

“Now go Williamson or you’re going to be late.” You told her, practically having to shove the blonde out the door and closing it quickly behind you to avoid her forming some sort of wild excuse for another hug or kiss. You quickly finished up cleaning the last reminiscent of breakfast before getting ready for the match yourself, throwing on your ‘Williamson 6’ kit and getting into your car to drive to the stadium.

------

The stadium was rambunctious, fans filling nearly every inch, excited to watch the next 90 minutes of football between two talented sides. You watched during warmups as Leah carefully scanned the crowd for her section of family and friends, sending her a wave and a smile when your eyes finally met hers as she returned the actions. Soon enough, warmups had ended, and the match was set to begin and you were on the edge of your seat, knees bobbing up and down until the whistle blew. Leah had already sent you a text that she found your little not, accompanying the message with a smile selfie holding the post-it.

Watching Leah play the sport she loved was something you would never take for granted, especially after this game.

It all happened so fast, one second Leah was on her feet and the next, she wasn’t. It was normal for Leah to play aggressively, using her body in ways to excel her game, not wanting to potentially give up anything to the opposition. It was a move she had done countless of times in training and on the pitch, so you expected her to bounce back up quickly and continue on. But she didn’t get up.

Looking down as your girlfriend lay face down on the pitch pounding her hand on the pitch in pain broke your heart in indescribable ways. Each second that passed that Leah did not get up sent a dagger farther and farther into your chest, wanting nothing more than to run onto the pitch and console your girlfriend. You were sure you hadn’t let out a single breath since she went down and it felt like every Arsenal fan, player, and coach also held their breath, they’d seen the injury with Beth, and then with Viv, and now they might have just witnessed another, the dreaded three letter word. The stadium fell eerily silent, everyone unsure of what to say or do next while the medics attended to your wincing lover, and it cut directly right through you.

You found yourself murmuring, “Get up Leah. Please, just get up baby. Please be okay,” as you watched from your seat, heartbroken with shaking legs and red rimmed eyes.

The images of your tear-stained girlfriend limping off the pitch haunted your eyes every time you closed them as you tried to regain your composure throughout the rest of the first half. You wanted to run back towards the changing rooms and demand someone to tell you what was going on, but it would do no good, Leah was with exactly who she needed to be with in this moment but that didn’t necessarily make you feel any better. Sat in the stands you thought about the next leg of the Champion League that she could possibly miss, or the World Cup that was set to happen in the summer, but you forced those thoughts out of your mind, reframing your brain into thinking that Leah would be okay, and it was a minor injury, nothing to worry or fret over. She would be okay, she had to be okay.

An Arsenal staff member had come and found you not long after the halftime whistle blew, he didn’t say much, just a request to follow him. He led you through the underbelly of the stadium and into the physio room where you saw the most gut-wrenching sight. Your girlfriend lied on the cushioned physio table as various trainers examined her knee, her baby blue no longer shed tears and her agonizing demeanor that she showed on the pitch was gone. Instead she lied in a catatonic state while everything happened around her, until she saw you enter.

You step forward towards her, meeting her at her side at the table, still unsure of what the diagnosis was. Your hands interlaced with hers immediately, brushing your thumb back and forth over your lover’s knuckles. She tilted her face to you and uttered the most gut-wrenching letters.

“ACL.” She said monotoned with a tightened jaw and thin lips. You knew she would still need a scan to properly confirm the diagnosis but the instant flash of pain that quickly subsided and the pop of the knee that she described to you after undoubtedly pointed to the tore muscle.

“Oh baby.” Your heart raced wildly. “I’m so sorry.” Releasing a shaky breath that you weren’t aware you were holding in. You don’t really know what to do, you open your mouth to say something, anything, but nothing comes out.

“Oh love, I wish I could take away all the pain from you.” You told her in a whispered hush just loud enough for her to hear. They were the only words that felt right in the situation as the trainers around the two of you talked among themselves on how to proceed next.

Leah wanted to leave as soon as the physios allowed her to, you assisted in getting her to your car that you had driven to the stadium while the Arsenal staff collected her belongings and brought them to you. You sent them a quick thanks and drove home as quickly as you could. This was all new uncharted territory, Leah had never been injured for a potential prolonged time like an ACL injury would have her sidelined and not being an athlete yourself, you couldn’t exactly understand what was going on in your lover’s mind.

The days before her scan were hard, Leah still didn’t say much, keeping to herself in your shared bed a majority of the time, but each night when she believed you were asleep, she would cry with sobs that wracked through her body and sent overwhelming pain and hurt through yours.

A doctor’s appointment and an MRI scan that you accompanied Leah to confirmed the dreaded injury. The medical team discussed the next steps to Leah and yourself about surgery and rehab treatments and after what left like hours, you were finally able to take Leah home.

In bed later that night, Leah worked tirelessly trying to type up a statement to say to her social media to let her fans know what was going on, but with each sentence she typed, she would quickly delete it, leaving her with a blank note once again. The two of you hadn’t really talked about the extent of the injury and what it means for the two of you just yet, again, it was all uncharted territory, and you didn’t want to say the wrong thing and make her more upset than she already was. She’d finally come up with the right words she was looking for and sent out the message, promptly closing her phone and setting it on the bedside table after.

You set down the book that you had been reading right before bed and turned to your girlfriend’s sad eyes.

“Oh my sweet, sweet Leah.” You cooed, pulling her into your arms, gently tilting her chin to look into her eyes before saying, “You know you don’t have to do this alone, because I care about you, okay? And I will be here every step of the way.”

“Please, just hold me.” She cried, and that is what you did, clutching onto her body with a strong hold, rubbing circles into her back as she sobbed into your arms until she eventually tired herself out and fell asleep.

“Of all the years that we stood there on the sidelines. Wishing for right now.”

Driving Leah to the hospital on the day of her operation was when the injury really felt real, up to this point the whole situation had felt like a bad dream, hoping to wake up and Leah would be perfectly fine, but that never happened. You tried your best to keep spirits high in the operation room and distract Leah the best you could by remembering to grab her sudoku book before leaving the house and making Leah pose in her oversized hospital gown for a picture. You told her every positive affirmation you could possibly think of as they wheeled her out of the room, clutching her hand until the last very second she wasn’t in reach, and then you waited, waited for what felt like years.

You’d already taken the time to text Beth and Viv separately to discuss in what ways you could best aid Leah during this journey, talking about what worked and what didn’t work. Several of the Arsenal girls had sent their well wishes to you for Leah, knowing by now she was already in surgery, you sent them a quick thank you message and promised to text as soon as she was out. You also already had the house set up to assist in rehab, purchasing the ice machine that Beth had raved about and miscellaneous things that you had bought online after reading about the best rehab techniques for ACL injuries.

Leah’s rehab was filled with the highest highs and the lowest of lows, but nonetheless, you were right by her side through every step, even when she didn’t want you to be. The first few weeks right after surgery were probably the worst part of her rehab and you could tell the toll it was taking on the defender as she would lash out at you over the simplest of things, quickly apologizing after she realized her negative outburst.

Leah had to physically relearn how to walk and relearn how to use the weak muscle and she felt herself doubting her body’s ability to measure up to what she was before the injury. She spent long days at the Arsenal facility, focusing on her rehab to the point where it was all she thought about, every move she made was to increase her ability to get back on the pitch.

You tried to coax Leah into confiding in you for how she was feeling but most nights it turned into an argument where Leah claimed she didn’t want to talk about it and that she was fine. You knew how badly she wanted to just play football, especially when she had to resort to watching the Champions league matches from the couch with her knee propped up with a few pillows.

“You don’t have to be so stoic all the time Leah, crying isn’t a sign of weakness, you know. You can’t just keep it all bottled up. You have to let it all out of you, otherwise you’ll just explode.” You told her as you watched the match, watching as Leah’s lip trembled a bit as she watched what was supposed to be her on the pitch.

“I’ll never be that me again, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. I don’t know who I am anymore without football.” She said, her eyes never left the television but you could tell the tears threatened to fall.

“You’re still you Leah, the same Leah who leads Arsenal’s defense, the same Leah who led England to a European championship, you just have a new ACL love.” Leah curled more into you, placing her head in your lap while you ran your fingers through her blonde hair.

“I am so very in love with you, thank you for everything, I know I haven’t been the best girlfriend recently but you are my everything.”

“Oh Leah, my sweet, sweet Leah, you are nothing but perfect, sure the journey has not been ideal but I’ve loved you since the moment I first laid my eyes on you and an ACL injury doesn’t change anything about how I feel about you. I just need you to let me in, talk to me about what is going on in that pretty little head of yours, okay?” You bent your head down to place a soft kiss on her cheek, and you felt Leah give a small nod in your lap.

Watching the World Cup from your shared home also felt like a punch to heart, knowing that if this injury hadn’t occurred, Leah would be there and you would too. The Australian times meant waking up early, most days you were up before the sun, but Leah woke up every match day and watched as her team continued to win throughout the major tournament. When England made the finals, you knew Leah needed to be there and she knew too, next thing you knew you were on the long flight over. The loss in the finals was hard but there was so much to be proud of and you knew the England girls found comfort in having Leah in attendance.

The second half of Leah’s rehab was much better, especially after the conversation you had as Leah now let you in, told you how she was feeling through every high and low of recovery. Once Leah was able to get back into the gym and very light football trainings, her spirits were lifted dramatically, she was closing in on her return to the pitch.

Throughout recovery, Leah did several media outings, finally getting the time to attend the events and let herself really enjoy having a break from football, trying to look at the positives in the situation. You accompanied her to nearly all the events and took the time to thoroughly enjoy just being a couple, relinquishing in the time allotted allowed to just be with Leah.

“Hold on to spinning around. Confetti falls to the ground. May these memories break our fall.”

With every month that passed since Leah’s injury, you knew she was getting closer and closer to stepping back on the pitch. She had now joined in on full training and was looking very solid. You thought back to all the tribulations Leah had overcame to get to this very moment, all the nights she sobbed in your arms and wished everything had gone down differently, all the days she spent cooped up inside doing her various stretches and rewatching her previous matches.

All of the members of the Arsenal physio staff had worked diligently to get Leah ready to return, they had done well in their efforts when Beth and Viv returned and you were sure they knew when Leah was ready, on account that Leah herself was ready to return.

You sat on the couch after returning home from work, searching through the television channels to find something on that was worthwhile that wasn’t some trashy reality show. A click of your front door and your girlfriend practically ran into the living room, jumping on top of you on the couch, screaming words you couldn’t exactly catch because she was speaking so quickly.

“Lee slow down. What happened?” You asked, pushing the heavy blonde off of you and throwing her to the side of the couch, chucking a small pillow at her as she made a loud huff when you forced her off you.

“It’s happening baby. They said I can come on during the Reading game, most likely in the second half” the blonde exclaimed from the top of her lungs, standing nearly bouncing off the couch with energy.

“This is everything you’ve been working towards baby, all your hard work has paid off. I’m so proud of you baby. You’ve earned this moment.”

You couldn’t help but jump up and down at the news, you were really the only person who was able to see every up and down of Leah’s rehab journey and you had stuck by her side every step of the way.

The League Cup against Reading couldn’t have been better, the Arsenal were up 4-0 when Leah came off the bench in the final half hour to replace Jen. The crowd roared like never before when Leah began warming up and erupted when she was finally subbed on.

To make the moment even sweeter, Leah went on to provide an assist to Beth near the 80th minute to make it 5-0. You held your breath each time she moved on the pitch, the images of her injury replayed in your mind over and over, but each time Leah moved and dribbled around, she proved that she was fit to come back and be an even better player than before. The game ended with a win and you couldn’t help but run towards the pitch as soon as the final whistle blew and Leah found you immediately.

You give in to the magnetic pull between the two of you, wrapping your arms around the back of her waist and pulling her against you, your lips crashing into hers. Your heads twist and tilt and readjust clumsily. You breath hard against her sweaty, salty skin as she drags her fingers down your jaw and off the end of your chin over and over, trying to pull you impossibly closer.

“Oh my Leah, you’ve really outdone yourself. I am so deeply proud of you.” You told her once the two of you separated, wiping the small tears that feel from her eyes.

It was nearly almost an exact year from the date the Leah tore her ACL that she made her return to Wembley for the England squad and you couldn’t be pleased with your lover.

“If you have children someday. When they point to the pictures. Please tell them my name.”

Several years down the road, you were sat with your wife and two daughters at the kitchen table looking over various scrapbooks and photo collections just reminiscing.

“When did mama get hurt?” Your eldest daughter, Emily, asked, pointing to a photo that you had taken of Leah in her oversized hospital gown right before her ACL surgery.

“I hurt my knee in a match and I had to get surgery to fix it.” Your wife told her.

“Was it scary?”

“It was a little bit scary, but I had mommy by my side and all your aunts at Arsenal to help me through it.” She explained, wrapping her arm around your waist and pulling you closer to her chair and giving you a small kiss on the cheek.

“This is the picture when mommy was able to play again. She was out for nearly 9 months.” You told her, shifting the photobook to the next page that had all the pictures you’d taken during the Reading match.

“9 months? That is like a million years.” Your youngest daughter piped in.

“It sort of felt like a million years some days.” Leah said looking down at her watch, “Okay girls, bedtime, remember we have to wake up early for Emily’s match.”

You gave each of your daughters a tight hug and kiss while wishing them a good night’s sleep and making sure to tell Leah no funny business, she had a habit of letting the girl’s convince her into reading more than one bedtime story.

While Leah put the girls to bed, you made sure to pack Emily’s kit bag, packing tiny ham sandwiches cut into triangles into the bag, a habit that your wife instilled in your daughter before each match. When Leah returned to the kitchen, she pulled the post-it notes from the junk drawer and began writing a note to Emily, wishing her good luck and telling her how much the two of you loved her, a habit you had done with Leah before her games.

-----

Kinda hate how this turned out but it is finished nonetheless

344 notes · View notes

lwwife · 2 days

Text

lover || leah williamson x reader ||

your friendship with leah was never destined to stay as such.

you had moved around for your entire life. you grew up as an army brat, going from station to station as your parents were moved around. it was rare for you to be in one place for more than maybe six months at a time. so, whenever you started playing soccer professionally, you weren't too upset to be one of the frequently traded players in the nwsl. you had spent four seasons playing there before being called over to arsenal for a long-term contract.

staying stagnant wasn't something that you were good at. it felt weird to sign a multiple year lease on your apartment. still, you were proud of yourself. you could be the one to break the cycle of constantly moving around in your family. the idea of settling down somewhere sounded nice, and london was a great city.

you quickly got to know your teammates overseas. you found a best friend in your captain, leah. the two of you had been fairly friendly playing against each other internationally, but had never really gotten to know each other off of the pitch. now that you were on the same team, you had taken the chance to become close friends.

"does it count as a team bonding night if it's just the two of us?" you asked as you spread out on leah's couch. she had a few movies lined up for the two of you to watch. there had been a team bonding night, but leah had whisked you away at the last second, claiming that they had gotten enough of your time already.

you knew that wasn't true. you spent nearly every night at leah's or with her at your place. leah liked coming over for dinner because you hated going out to eat. most of the restaurants that were quick and nearby were decent, but not something you wanted to eat regularly. the jokes about british food had definitely not come out of nowhere.

"we're on the team, and besides, we need to have all the chemistry we can," leah said. you rolled your eyes a little as you leaned your head against the palm of your hand. leah moved into the space in front of you, draping your arm across her midsection as she pressed play on the screen. leah fell asleep pretty quickly, leaving you to lie awake with the thoughts of how nice it felt to have leah in your arms. it wasn't like you were in love with leah williamson, you just had sprouted some feelings for her with all the time you'd been spending together.

…

"come on, let's go!" you smiled to yourself as you heard alessia shout at you from the bench. she was going crazy beside leah, who was equally as excited as you played. leah was yelling and shouting, but it was being drowned out by the majority of the other players cheering you on.

"come on baby!" leah's voice rang out as you managed to fight your way into the box. it was a 1-v-1 with mary, who you knew wouldn't let you get a shot in so easily. you could have kicked it back for an assist, but you wanted to score a goal for leah. she wasn't quite cleared yet, and something told you that it'd be good for her morale.

you took your shot and watched as it soared high above mary's hand. the ball slotted perfectly in the top left corner, which was a shot that you had a lot of difficulty getting before. the team went crazy as you ran over to the sidelines by your team's bench. leah was the first one up to her feet to greet you. you pulled her into a bone-crushing hug, one that she reciprocated fully.

"good job out there. that was beautiful," leah told you. your cheeks flushed at the compliment, which you'd pass off as the heat if anybody pressed you about it. your teammates didn't seem to care about that, only that you had pushed arsenal into the lead with that goal. you went back out onto the pitch to resume play with a little pep in your step.

at the end of the game, you shook hands with the other team before going to find leah. she was waiting for you with an extra water bottle in her hands. you happily accepted it, knowing that she had snagged one with your favorite flavoring inside. you managed to down half of it in a couple of gulps, absolutely parched after playing like that.

"you keep playing like that and we'll have to make sure that you bleed red and white." a couple of your teammates patted the top of your head as they lazily embraced you. you watched the majority of the group go talk to fans in the stands, leaving you and leah all alone with each other.

"i think that was your best game yet," leah told you. you shrugged it off as you sat down on the bench, ready to rest your legs for a bit. leah pulled them up onto her lap and started to rub the knots out of your thighs for you. "we've all noticed how hard you work to stay in good form. you don't have to do all of that, but we appreciate it."

"i want to be good. i want to make you proud," you said. leah smiled as she leaned towards you a little. her forehead was almost resting against yours and it would have been so easy to kiss her, but you didn't. you couldn't kiss leah, she was your best friend and it had to stay that way if you'd make it for the rest of your contract with arsenal. no matter how badly you wanted to roll around like horny teenagers on the pitch together.

"i'll always be proud of you, win or lose," leah promised. she glanced down at your lips, and for a moment, you thought she'd kiss you. instead, she pressed a kiss to your cheek before pushing your legs off of her. "let's get you a shower. how does that sound?"

…

the midseason break following your big win seemed to have called for a team night out. usually, you were the type to stay inside of look for a low-key bar, but the girls insisted on a club. leah seemed to want it just as badly, so you agreed to go with them for her sake. it was becoming more and more obvious to you that your feelings for leah weren't going anywhere. there were even times whenever you swore that she had to have felt the same way.

still, you kept your feelings to yourself. that was something you had always been good at. at least, it was something that you were good at sober. drunk was a completely different story. after shots with the girls, a couple of your own cocktails, and a few more shots snuck in with the backline, you were stumbling around as an open book.

"have you met leah? she's the prettiest girl in here. i think that i'd like to kiss her," you said to a complete stranger. they gave you a weird look as your teammates came over to collect you. leah wasn't in the group, instead somewhere over by the bar chatting up a girl you thought was way under leah's league. "why doesn't she just flirt with me? i mean, we spend all our time together, we're practically dating. i already think i'm falling in love with her."

"excuse me?" beth shouted in your ear. you winced at the sudden loud noise, which you hadn't been expecting. they managed to get you out of the club, but in taking you away had caught leah's attention.

"i said that i think i'm in love with leah. i think i've been in love with her for a while now," you repeated, unaware of the object of your affections being right there. you heard the click of heels behind you and turned your head to see leah. the alcohol was a godsend, allowing you to have forgotten about your love confession. "there you are, i've been waiting for you all night. can we go back inside and dance? please?"

"i think that you need to go home," leah said as she put her arm beneath yours to support you. "who let you drink like this?"

"the girls, we had a competition," you said proudly. leah laughed a little at how cute you were. "will you take me home? oh, and canwe watch movies together? i love it when we cuddle on the couch."

"shh," leah shushed you. she hadn't been drinking nearly as much as you, so she was still easily embarrassed. she whisked you away into an uber before any of the girls could question her about the cuddling. leah held you close in the backseat of the car, trying desperately to ignore the way that you were making her heart pound in her chest.

she helped you up to your apartment, unsurprised when you asked her to stay. there had been a lot of close calls between the two of you, and tonight felt like the night when it'd all come to a head. leah averted her eyes the best she could while still helping you change. it was hard to remind herself that she didn't get to look at you like that and have the thoughts that she was.

"do you think you could hold me tonight?" you asked softly. leah noticed that you were signficantly less drunk than you had been, but the smell was still heavy all over you. you'd have to shower it off in the morning, as would leah if she held you throughout the night. "can i have a goodnight kiss?"

leah was apprehensive about kissing you while you were drunk, but she couldn't look you in the eyes and tell you no. she was slow and gentle, just barely giving you a peck on the lips. she began to move away when you let out a whine in protest. leah sighed as she rested her forehead against yours.

"kiss me harder," you told her. leah did as you asked every step of the way. she gave you exactly what you wanted until you started pawing at her clothes.

"not while you're drunk. if we take this next step, i need you to remember it, please," leah pleaded with you. you seemed to understand much better than leah had expected you to. instead of whining or protesting, you just shifted a little and let your hands press against leah's back. "goodnight, love."

"night leah," you mumbled against her chest. she closed her eyes and started counting down until she heard you snore, just barely getting through a few seconds. leah wasn't generally one for prayers, but she was praying to whoever would listen that you'd wake up in the morning feeling the same way about her.

612 notes · View notes