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Leah Williamson x Physio!Reader

Not today

WC: 514

Leah Williamson MasterList

MasterList

Warnings: short, and maybe Kyra being a slight pest?

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Leah Williamson wasn’t the type to hesitate. She was a leader, decisive on the pitch and sure of herself in nearly every aspect of life. But when it came to you, hesitation clung to her like a shadow.

She sat on the leg press machine, pretending to focus on her reps, but her attention was elsewhere. Across the gym, you were helping Alessia Russo with her set, your hands carefully adjusting Alessia’s form. Leah’s gaze trailed over the way your sports bra fit snugly against your frame, how your joggers sat just right on your hips, the definition in your arms flexing slightly as you steadied Alessia.

Leah wished she was in Alessia’s spot.

“You’re so obvious.”

Leah’s head snapped to the side, where Kyra Cooney-Cross stood, arms crossed, smirking.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Leah muttered, going back to her set.

Kyra snorted. “Come on, mate. You’ve been staring at Y/n for the past ten minutes. You look like a lovesick puppy.”

Leah groaned. “Can you keep your voice down?”

“Why? Afraid she’ll hear and finally realise you’ve got the biggest crush on her?”

Leah rolled her eyes, though her heart pounded at the idea. Kyra wasn’t wrong—she was completely and utterly gone for you.

And it all started months ago, in the smallest, most unassuming way.

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Leah had decided to try a new café around the block from her house. It was after training, and she was craving her usual drink. The place had a warm, inviting feel—nothing fancy, but homey. She stepped up to the counter, ordered, then moved aside to wait.

Then, the door opened, and in walked you.

Leah knew you, of course. Arsenal’s physio, always around during training, your conversations mostly casual. But this was different. This wasn’t a professional setting.

You noticed her immediately, your face lighting up with a smile. “Leah! Fancy seeing you here.”

Leah had never been particularly flustered by anyone, but something about the way you smiled—like seeing her was the best part of your day—made her brain short-circuit.

“Hey, Y/n,” she said, trying to sound cool, casual.

You made small talk, mentioning how you were finally trying this café after hearing great things. Leah nodded along, but her thoughts were occupied by something else entirely.

You were dressed simply—an oversized sweater tucked slightly into your jeans, the fabric cinching at your waist in a way that Leah couldn’t ignore. Your hair was tied up loosely, a few strands framing your face. You looked effortlessly perfect.

It hit Leah like a freight train.

Oh, shit. I’m in love with her.

The thought was terrifying, thrilling, and completely inescapable.

-

“Still haven’t made a move?” Kyra’s voice pulled Leah from her thoughts.

Leah sighed, rubbing her face. “It’s not that simple.”

Kyra grinned. “Oh, but it is. You just ask her out.”

Leah glanced at you again. You were laughing at something Alessia said, your eyes crinkling at the corners. Leah’s chest ached.

Maybe one day she’d find the courage.

Just… not today.

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Leah Williamson x Reader

Lost for words

WC: 300

Leah Williamson MasterList

MasterList

Warnings: short, a kiss?

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The England camp was always buzzing with energy, but tonight, the chill room was exactly that—chill. A few of the girls were scattered around, some watching TV, others playing cards, and then there was Leah, deep in conversation with Keira and Mary about something you could tell they weren’t remotely interested in.

You were curled up beside her on the couch, half-listening but mostly focused on the way she spoke—her expressive eyes, the little crease in her brow when she got really into whatever she was saying. It was adorable, but also, it had gone on long enough.

Keira caught your eye over Leah’s shoulder, subtly rolling hers as if to say, Please, for the love of God, stop her. Mary smirked, clearly just as done with the conversation.

And that’s when the idea hit you.

Leah was mid-sentence, something about tactics and midfield structures—you weren’t really paying attention—when you shifted closer and, without warning, pressed your lips against hers.

It caught her completely off guard. She tensed for a second, her words dying on her tongue, before she melted into the kiss, her hand instinctively finding your thigh.

Keira and Mary exchanged a glance, both smirking now, but you didn’t care.

When you finally pulled away, Leah blinked, looking slightly dazed.

“…What was I saying?” she mumbled, her voice quieter than before.

Mary burst out laughing. “Something about midfield structure, I think? Or was it you getting completely wrecked by your girlfriend?”

Leah turned to you, narrowing her eyes playfully. “That was sneaky.”

You shrugged, a smug smile on your lips. “Worked though, didn’t it?”

She huffed, but the way she tugged you closer told you she wasn’t actually mad. If anything, she was already planning how to get you back for that.

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@wosoloves-world requested this

Alessia Russo!College x Reader!College

Step ahead

WC: 1040

Alessia Russo MasterList

MasterList

Warnings: Mild sexual content (implied, not graphic), strong language, (minor swearing).

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At 17, college was a chaotic mix of late-night study sessions, cheap takeaway, and friendship that felt like forever. For Alessia Russo, it also meant trying not to completely embarrass herself every time she was within a ten-foot radius of you.

You were part of the group — five of you who met on the very first day of college and instantly clicked. You, Alessia, Lotte Wubben-Moy, Ella Toone, and Georgia Stanway. A little chaotic, a little loud (mostly thanks to Ella), and always together.

The group had a ritual: each week, you’d rotate whose dorm everyone would crash in. This week, it was yours.

Alessia swore she’d be cool about it. She had rehearsed it. Just act normal. Don’t trip. Don’t say anything weird.

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So naturally, the first thing she did when she walked into your room was trip over your rug.

“Cool rug,” she blurted, lying on the floor.

You giggled, holding out a hand to help her up. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” she mumbled, going a little red, “the rug attacked me.”

From the bed, Ella snorted. “You’re always so graceful, Less.”

Georgia exchanged a smirk with Lotte. They all knew. They’d known for months now.

Alessia Russo was head over heels for you. The kind of crush that made her forget how doors worked when you were nearby.

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It was a couple of days later, during a lazy lunch on campus, that Georgia pulled Ella and Lotte aside.

“She’s hopeless,” Georgia said, nodding toward Alessia, who was across the quad pretending not to stare at you as you laughed with someone from your class.

“She nearly choked on a carrot when they looked at her yesterday,” Lotte added.

Ella leaned in like they were planning a heist. “Okay. So. We help her.”

“You mean like… coach her?” Georgia asked.

“Exactly. We’re gonna get that girl to ask out her crush if it’s the last thing we do.”

Unbeknownst to them, you were already a step ahead.

-

You’d been practicing your speech in the mirror all morning. Every scenario. Every possible reaction.

But now you were standing outside Alessia’s dorm room, nerves tying knots in your stomach. You weren’t confident like people thought. Around Alessia, your brain short-circuited in a way that made your words come out weird and your heart beat like a drumline.

You knocked.

The door opened, and Alessia’s eyes went wide. “Oh! Uh, hi! You okay? I mean, not that you look not okay, you look great—I mean, good. Not that I was—”

“Ilikeyou,” you blurted.

She froze. “Sorry?”

You swallowed. “I like you. And I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go out sometime? With me? On, like… a date?”

Alessia blinked. Then blinked again. She was waiting for the punchline, the twist — but it wasn’t coming.

“You’re asking me out?”

You nodded, eyes fixed on the floor. “If you don’t want to, that’s okay. I probably messed this up. I practiced it a lot but I—”

“Yes.”

You looked up.

“Yes?” you repeated.

“Yes,” Alessia said again, softer this time. Her eyes lit up. “I really like you too. I’ve just been… bad at acting normal about it.”

You smiled shyly. “Same.”

She stepped forward and hugged you — tight and warm and a little bit shaky. “You’ve just made my whole week.”

You pulled back. “Okay, I’ll go before I combust. I’ll text you, yeah?”

“Please do,” she said, watching you with a dazed smile.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind you, you ran down the hallway, practically skipping, grinning so hard your cheeks hurt.

Back in the room, Alessia stared at the door.

Then muttered, “Did that actually just happen?”

-

It had been months.

Months of sneaking glances when the others weren’t looking. Months of hidden smiles, brushing hands under the table, kisses stolen behind closed doors. You and Alessia had somehow managed to keep your relationship a secret — which, considering Ella’s nose for drama, was basically a miracle.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want the others to know. It was just… yours. Special. And kind of fun, in a reckless, adrenaline-rush kind of way.

But secrets don’t last forever.

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It was late spring when it happened. The group had planned another one of their traditional hangouts — this time, back at Alessia’s dorm. Everyone had agreed on 7:30. Ella, Georgia, and Lotte were running late, stopping by the café on campus to grab snacks and argue about who had forgotten to bring Uno.

They didn’t think to knock when they finally arrived.

They didn’t have to knock. It was always a safe space — snacks, bad music, laughter. No secrets.

Until the door opened.

And there you were. Straddling Alessia on her bed. Her shirt unbuttoned. Your lips locked in a kiss so intense that neither of you heard the door swing open or the three gasps behind it.

Ella dropped her popcorn.

Georgia blinked. “Are they—”

“Oh my god,” Lotte whispered.

Alessia pulled back, her eyes wide with panic as she spotted them. You scrambled off her, tugging your shirt down and fumbling for words.

“Okay,” Ella said, raising both hands, “so I was not expecting to walk in on full-on lesbian lovefest in here, but hey—go off.”

Georgia looked between the two of you, stunned. “You’ve been together? This whole time?”

You and Alessia exchanged guilty looks.

“We… yeah,” you said, cheeks burning. “Since the beginning of the year.”

Lotte sat on the floor dramatically. “I feel betrayed. I made a whole plan to get you two together. We had meetings. There were group chats.”

Alessia rubbed the back of her neck. “Sorry. We just… wanted it to be ours for a while.”

Ella looked positively gleeful now. “So how long until we get wedding invites?”

“Ella—” you groaned.

“No, no, I’m serious. I need to emotionally prepare. I cry at weddings.”

Georgia just shook her head with a grin. “Well, guess we’re not playing Uno tonight.”

Ella winked. “Speak for yourself. I brought drinks. Let the post-kiss reveal party begin.”

And just like that, the room filled with laughter and chaos once again — except now, it felt even more like home. No more secrets. Just you, Alessia, and the people who’d somehow known all along.

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Just saw on TikTok that they ship name is SMARTPHONE. I mean, how perfect is that?!

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Sorry just love this photo

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Alessia Russo x Reader

Happy Anniversary

WC: 1081

Alessia Russo MasterList

MasterList

Warnings: Sexual content, Includes intimate scenes and suggestive language, Mature themes, Flirtation, teasing, and physical affection in a public team setting, Mild language, Includes some swearing.

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The moment you step into the Arsenal changing room, hand-in-hand with Alessia, you can feel the team’s eyes on you. Normally, the two of you are affectionate, but today—your three-year anniversary—Alessia has been particularly clingy. Not that you mind. If anything, you love it.

She leans in, pressing a lingering kiss to your cheek before tilting her head slightly, her lips grazing your jawline. Right here? In front of everyone? you think, but when you turn to her, the mischievous glint in her blue eyes tells you she knows exactly what she’s doing.

“Oh, come on,” Katie groans from across the room. “Can you two at least wait until after training?”

Caitlin, sitting beside her, just chuckles. “Let them be. It’s their anniversary, remember?”

Alessia hums in response, barely acknowledging them as she tugs you closer, wrapping her arms around your waist. “Exactly,” she murmurs, her lips brushing against your neck. “And I really love my girlfriend today.”

A shiver runs through you at the contact, and you can’t help but smile as you place your hands on her shoulders, pulling her in for a proper kiss. It’s slow, soft, but it still makes you forget, for a second, that you’re in a room full of teammates.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Leah groans, tossing a boot in your direction—nowhere near hard enough to hurt, but enough to get your attention. “We get it. You’re in love. Just sit down before I make you run extra sprints today.”

You laugh, finally pulling away from Alessia—though she’s reluctant, her lips chasing yours for one more peck before she sighs dramatically. “Fine, but only because I need to actually change.”

She gives your waist one last squeeze before stepping back, but not before whispering, “Later, though… you’re all mine.”

Your stomach flutters at the promise, and as you turn to grab your kit, you catch the knowing smirks from your teammates. Yeah, they’re definitely not going to let you live this down. But as Alessia sneaks another quick kiss on your temple, you really, really don’t care.

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Training starts off normally—or at least, as normally as it can when Alessia keeps finding ways to distract you.

You’re standing in line for a passing drill when she suddenly jogs past, brushing her fingers along the small of your back. It’s a barely-there touch, but it sends a shiver through you. You shoot her a look, but she only grins, her blue eyes full of mischief.

A few minutes later, while you’re both jogging side by side during a drill, she leans in just enough for her breath to tickle your ear. “You look so good today,” she murmurs, her voice low enough that only you can hear.

You nearly stumble over your own feet.

“Something wrong, babe?” she asks, her tone far too innocent.

You narrow your eyes at her. “You’re playing dirty, Russo.”

She only winks before sprinting ahead, leaving you with a mix of frustration and amusement. Two can play this game.

So, when the next drill involves close contact—one-vs-one challenges—you take your chance. Alessia is marking you, and as you turn with the ball, you press back against her, just enough to feel the warmth of her body against yours.

“You know,” you tease, your voice sweet, “if you keep letting me win, I might have to start thinking you’re getting soft.”

Alessia scoffs. “I’d never let you win.”

“Oh, no?” You twist away from her, executing a perfect turn that leaves her a step behind. “Seems like you just did.”

Her jaw drops slightly before she quickly recovers, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Oh, you’re in trouble now.”

-

The rest of training is filled with playful nudges, teasing remarks, and lingering touches when no one’s looking. Your teammates definitely notice.

“Can you two just kiss and get it over with already?” Katie calls out after Alessia “accidentally” runs into you during a small-sided game.

Alessia shrugs, completely unapologetic. “Might do it, just to piss you off, McCabe.”

The entire team groans in protest, but you just laugh, shaking your head.

By the end of training, when you’re both sweaty and breathless, Alessia pulls you into a tight hug, whispering, “Tonight, you’re mine. No distractions. Just us.”

You lean in, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before pulling away with a smirk. “I was always yours, Less.”

-

The moment you step into your apartment, Alessia’s hands are on you. She barely lets the door close behind you before she’s pushing you against it, her lips crashing onto yours with a desperation that makes your stomach twist in anticipation.

Her hands grip your waist, fingers pressing into your skin as she deepens the kiss, her body pressing against yours like she can’t get close enough. You can still taste the faint saltiness from training on her lips, but it only makes it better—raw, real, Alessia.

“You drove me insane today,” she breathes against your lips, her voice low and husky.

You smirk, tilting your head as you let your hands slide up under her hoodie, feeling the heat of her skin. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you tease, but your voice wavers slightly when her mouth moves to your jaw, then lower, trailing open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

Alessia hums against your skin. “Oh, you definitely know,” she mutters, nipping at your pulse point just enough to make your breath hitch.

You tangle your fingers in her hair, tugging slightly, making her groan against you. She presses her thigh between yours, the friction making you gasp, and she takes the opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth, claiming every part of you with slow, deliberate strokes.

Your hands move instinctively, pushing her hoodie up, desperate to feel more of her, but she suddenly pulls back, her blue eyes dark with something deeper than just affection.

“Bedroom,” she murmurs, her tone leaving no room for argument.

You don’t hesitate.

Alessia doesn’t stop touching you the whole way there—fingers grazing over your stomach, lips ghosting against your shoulder, a quiet chuckle escaping her when she feels you shiver under her touch.

By the time you reach the bed, you’re already breathless.

And then, as she presses you down onto the mattress, her body hovering over yours, she leans in, her lips just barely brushing against yours as she whispers—

“Happy anniversary, baby.”

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Not you all already wanting a pt.2 for unicorn castle .

I wasn’t even thinking of doing an pt.2, my gawd.

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could i please request leah williamson x single mom maybe reader and her baby are at a cafe and she can’t afford her food so leah offers to pay and so on!

btw i love your writing

Here -> Leah Williamson x Reader - Unicorn Castle

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leah x single mom?

Leah Williamson x Reader

Unicorn Castle

WC: 1366

Leah Williamson MasterList

MasterList

Warnings: none? Unless you count Leah being a child as a warning.

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It was a quiet kind of morning—the sort that made time stretch long and lazy. Leah Williamson had finally given herself a day off. No alarms, no training, no press. Just silence, warmth, and the not-so-hot chocolate she was now nursing, lukewarm and barely tolerable. She didn’t even know why she’d made it. She didn’t like hot chocolate. Hated coffee. Tea was…meh. But the mug was warm when she first held it, and that had been enough.

Wrapped in a hoodie two sizes too big, she stood at her window, letting the outside world move without her. That’s when she saw you.

A moving van sat half-parked across the drive of the house next door. You were there, pulling a box from the back with effort you didn’t bother to hide. Your hair was a little windswept, your hoodie riding up slightly as you hoisted the box against your hip. Leah didn’t recognise you. She was good with faces—mostly. Still, she figured you were just moving in.

Then she noticed the chalk.

A toddler sat on the concrete, giggling, her hands and knees dusted in colours as she scribbled large swirls on the driveway. Blues, pinks, oranges. She paused only to clap at her own artwork. Leah smiled without meaning to. It was soft. Familiar, even though it wasn’t.

Her half-drunk hot chocolate was abandoned on the windowsill.

She moved on instinct, running a hand through her mess of blonde hair, trying to act casual as she slipped outside. The air had that in-between chill of a British spring—brisk enough to sting, but sunny enough to excuse staying outside too long. She walked across her lawn and toward you, casually clearing her throat like this wasn’t weird.

“Hey, uh—need a hand?” she asked, jerking her chin toward the van. “Boxes look a bit brutal.”

You blinked at her, surprised. “Oh! No, I’m okay, thank you though. Just the last few left.”

Leah opened her mouth to argue, to insist even though you’d already said no—but she didn’t get the chance.

“Can you draw wif me?”

The tiny voice was unexpected, and Leah looked down to see the toddler gazing up at her with wide, hopeful eyes. She held out a piece of purple chalk like it was a gift from a king’s treasury.

Leah hesitated. She glanced at you. You smiled—tired but amused—and gave her a small shrug, like, go on then.

So Leah sat down.

Right there on the concrete in her grey joggers, next to a chalk rainbow that led to nowhere, she let the little girl press a stub of pink into her hand. “I’m making a unicorn castle,” the toddler announced seriously.

“Obviously,” Leah said, nodding like it was the most important task in the world.

And for the next little while, it was.

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“More pink!” the toddler insisted, crawling across the chalk-covered drive like a miniature art director. Her curls bounced with every movement, and her eyes sparkled with delight.

“Yes, boss,” Leah grinned, tongue poking out slightly in concentration as she carefully outlined the base of what was apparently the castle moat. Her hands were now more chalk than skin, her joggers stained in swirls of green and blue. She didn’t care. Honestly? She was having a ridiculous amount of fun.

“You never told me your name,” Leah said, glancing sideways at the tiny human now sprawled on her stomach, drawing stars in the sky.

“Luna,” the girl replied without looking up, like it was obvious.

“Luna,” Leah repeated, smiling. “Coolest name ever. You picked it?”

“No,” Luna said, finally looking at her, like she was the ridiculous one now. “My mummy did.”

Leah’s heart tripped over itself for a moment. Right. Mummy. She glanced toward the van—just in time to see you struggling with what looked like the last, and biggest, box.

Without hesitation, she stood up, brushing chalk dust from her knees and smearing it across her hoodie. “Hold the castle, Luna,” she said with mock seriousness. “Don’t let it fall.”

Luna saluted.

Leah jogged over just as you shifted the weight of the box in your arms, clearly trying not to let it win. “Whoa—okay, give me that,” she said, reaching for it without waiting for your permission.

“I’ve got it,” you tried, already breathless.

“You had it. Now I’ve got it.”

She winked. Cheeky. Confident. Slightly out of breath from sprinting five whole metres.

You let go, surrendering with a soft laugh and a muttered “thanks,” brushing a strand of hair from your face as she easily hauled the box inside.

Inside, your house smelled like new paint and cardboard. You held the door open as Leah stepped through, setting the box down in the hallway with a small grunt.

“Alright,” she said, standing straight and dusting off her hands, “you’re officially moved in.”

“Didn’t realise I’d hired help,” you teased.

“I come with the neighbourhood,” she shot back, eyes glinting. “Very low rates. Payment in chalk or juice boxes.”

You laughed again, and it lit something warm in Leah’s chest. She liked the sound of it. Too much, probably.

And that’s when it hit her. This…feeling. This strange, giddy pulse under her skin. She’d barely met you, had only known your name for maybe two minutes, but there was something there. An ease. A pull.

But then the second thought came just as fast. What if she doesn’t like women? And even if she did… what if she’s not single?

Luna’s words echoed in her head: My mummy did.

Leah’s heart did that awkward thing again. She looked back at you. You were watching her. Smiling. Grateful. Beautiful.

And she had no idea what to do with any of it.

-

Leah leaned her shoulder against the doorframe, her thumb brushing absentmindedly over a smudge of chalk still clinging to her palm. You’d taken a seat on the bottom stair, finally looking less weighed down now that the last box was off your back.

“So,” she said, folding her arms, “do I get to know your name, or am I just going to keep calling you Luna’s mum forever?”

You smirked. “Y/N,” you said easily, offering your hand. “Y/N Y/L/N.”

She took it, warm and soft in hers, the shake gentle and lingering for a second longer than necessary. “Leah,” she replied, like you didn’t already know—like her name wasn’t all over the telly and on jerseys across London.

“I figured,” you said with a knowing look. “Luna recognised you before I did. Thought you were someone from Paw Patrol at first.”

Leah let out a bark of laughter. “You’re joking.”

“She gets excited over the bin truck, don’t flatter yourself.”

Another laugh, lower this time, and Leah couldn’t stop smiling. You had this calmness about you that made her feel… grounded. Like the chaos of her world couldn’t quite reach this doorstep. “So,” you said, stretching your legs out, “you having a good time with my daughter out there?”

“Good time?” Leah echoed, glancing toward the driveway through the open door. “Y/N, I’ve been promoted to Royal Architect of the Unicorn Kingdom. I’m considering retiring from football.”

You grinned, but before you could respond—

“LEEAAAHHHHHH!”

Both of you jumped slightly as Luna’s voice rang out, loud and full of authority.

“Where are you?! The dragon’s coming and you’ve got the SWORD!”

Leah’s eyes widened in mock panic. “Oh no—the sword.”

You barely had time to blink before she was off, spinning on her heel and half-jogging back down the path.

“Hold on, Luna! I’m coming! Don’t let the dragon eat my horse!”

You stood in the doorway, arms folded, watching her skid back into the chalk battlefield like she’d been born for it.

And maybe she had. Because watching her crouch back down, eyes wide, pretending to hand over an invisible sword to your equally dramatic daughter—it made something flutter quietly in your chest.

It was hard not to wonder if this moment was a one-off.

Or if she’d be back tomorrow.

Just in time for another dragon.

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teen reader who has sh scars across her body and one day when they are changing someone from the team sees but brings it up to leah who overreacts about it.

Sorry I changed it a little, I guess.

Leah Williamson x Teen Reader

Someone

WC: 2048

Leah Williamson MasterList

MasterList

Warnings: Self-harm, Mental health struggles, Anxiety/panic, Emotional distress, Mentions of alcohol (party setting), Depression themes, Supportive response (no graphic detail)

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The fluorescent lights of the changing room stung your tired eyes as you stepped inside, the heavy thud of your boots against the tile echoing slightly louder than usual. It was too early, and your head was still spinning from last night—not from anything illegal or dangerous, just the overwhelming blur of a party you probably shouldn’t have gone to.

You tried to act normal. You forced a smile at Caitlin, nodded at Lotte, and made your way to your locker. But you could already feel it.

The shift.

The silence.

Someone noticed.

“Wait—what’s that?” Beth’s voice cut through the low chatter. You didn’t look up fast enough to pretend you hadn’t heard.

“What’s on your arm?” Katie added, already walking over before you could tug your sleeve down.

You froze.

The locker room suddenly felt smaller.

Too many eyes.

Your arms were covered in faint, fresh scars—some shallow, some darker, some still healing. They peeked out just under your short sleeves, and there was no use hiding them anymore.

“Did you fall?” Victoria asked gently. “Like, at the party last night?

“Guys, maybe don’t crowd her,” Alessia said, but her voice was tinged with the same concern.

You could feel it building—panic, heat, shame. You didn’t want to talk about it. You didn’t even know what to say.

“Y/N.”

That voice made everyone step back just slightly.

Leah Williamson had entered. Vice captain. The protector of all things Arsenal. And she was staring straight at you.

You tried to avoid her gaze, mumbling, “It’s fine. I’m fine. I don’t wanna—”

“What happened?” she cut in, more forceful than anyone else. “Where did those come from?”

Her voice wasn’t angry. It was scared. Frustrated. Like she needed an answer right now or she’d fall apart herself.

Kim walked in right after, eyeing the tension. “Is everything alright?”

“Y/N’s got scars on her arms,” Katie said softly. “We’re just… asking.”

Kim stepped forward, her expression serious but not overbearing. “If something’s going on, you can tell us. No pressure. But you’re not alone, alright?”

You nodded, but didn’t speak. You didn’t know how.

Leah stepped closer, her eyes locked onto yours, barely blinking. “Did someone do this to you?” she asked, voice cracking slightly.

“No,” you said, finally. “It’s… it’s just been hard. That’s all. Last night didn’t help. I’m just tired.”

Leah exhaled like she’d been holding her breath for years. “You scared the hell out of me.”

“I didn’t mean to,” you said, voice small.

“I know,” she replied, softer now. “But next time, talk to someone. Me. Kim. Anyone. We’re your teammates—but we’re also your family. And I won’t let you carry this by yourself.”

Kim nodded, putting a gentle hand on your shoulder. “We’ve got you.”

And just like that, the changing room wasn’t cold anymore. You weren’t just a teenager surrounded by elite players—you were one of them. And they weren’t letting you fall.

-

Training didn’t start for another thirty minutes, but no one moved.

You sat on the bench near your locker, arms tucked close to your body—not because you were cold, but because being seen like this made you feel vulnerable. Too exposed. Too real.

But Leah sat next to you. Quiet, steady. Not crowding, just there.

She didn’t need to say anything yet. Her presence was loud enough.

Kim stood nearby, leaning against a locker with her arms crossed. Calm. Observing. Her eyes weren’t sharp—they were soft. Concerned, but not pushy. You could feel the care without a single word being said.

Around the room, the others slowly began moving again. The tension was still there, but it had softened. Shifted into something gentler. Compassionate.

Caitlin walked past and handed you a bottle of water without saying a word. Katie brushed your arm lightly and gave you the smallest nod, a silent I’m here if you need me.

Beth lingered a moment near the lockers before slipping into her training kit. You could tell she wanted to say something, but she knew not to press.

You kept your head down.

“I didn’t mean to worry anyone,” you muttered.

Leah looked over. “You didn’t mean to,” she said carefully. “But you still did.”

You swallowed, trying to keep your voice even. “I didn’t think anyone would notice.”

That made Kim speak for the first time, her voice quiet but strong. “Well, that was never going to happen.”

Leah nodded. “You’re part of this team. We notice when our own isn’t okay.”

“I didn’t want to make it a thing,” you admitted, the words tumbling out. “It was just a bad night. It’s not like—”

“Hey,” Leah cut in gently, “you don’t have to explain anything if you’re not ready. But don’t downplay it either.”

Kim knelt slightly to be level with you. “You’re young, yeah. But you’re here for a reason. And being tough on the pitch doesn’t mean you have to carry things alone off it.”

You nodded slowly, blinking back the emotion that suddenly felt like too much.

“I’m trying.”

“That’s all we ask,” Kim said. “Try—and let us be there for you when it gets hard.”

Leah gave your shoulder a soft squeeze. “And if anything ever happens again—anything—you come to us. Me. Kim. Anyone. We’ve got you. No matter what.”

You nodded again. “Okay. I will.”

“Good,” Kim said, standing upright again. “Now let’s get dressed. We’ve got twenty minutes before Rénne starts yelling.”

Leah stood too, offering you her hand to help you up. You took it.

And for the first time that morning, your body didn’t feel so heavy.

You still had things to work through. Maybe a long way to go. But now, you knew this team wasn’t just your squad—they were your family.

And they weren’t letting you walk through this alone.

-

Training had finished hours ago. The sun had already dipped behind the trees outside London Colney, casting a soft gold glow through the window of the recovery room. Most of the team had left—some heading home, some staying behind for extra gym work.

But Leah lingered.

And so had you.

You sat on one of the padded benches, legs swinging gently off the edge, arms loosely around your knees. You didn’t expect Leah to still be here. You thought she’d left with the others.

But she walked in with two mugs—tea, of course—and handed you one like it was second nature.

“You looked like you needed it,” she said softly.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, wrapping your hands around the mug even though it was still too hot.

She sat across from you, not too close. Giving you space. Not demanding anything.

You stared at your tea for a long time before you spoke. “I wasn’t gonna say anything.”

Leah didn’t push. Just waited.

“I don’t even know why I went to that party,” you said eventually. “Everyone was drinking, being loud. It was like I was there, but not really there, y’know?”

She nodded once. “Yeah. I do.”

“And I just…” You swallowed hard. “I left early. Went home alone. Sat in my room and everything just felt… loud. Like my brain wouldn’t shut up.”

Leah’s eyes never left yours. You could tell she was really listening.

“So I did something stupid,” you said, looking down at your arms. “Not to hurt anyone. Not even to really hurt myself. Just… to feel something different.”

The silence stretched for a moment. Not uncomfortable—just real.

You looked up, expecting disappointment, maybe pity.

But Leah’s expression didn’t change.

“You’re not stupid,” she said gently. “You’re human. And hurting doesn’t make you weak. It makes you real.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you blinked them back. “I didn’t want anyone to see.”

“And yet,” she said, leaning forward slightly, “a part of you still wore short sleeves.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Maybe you didn’t mean to,” she said, “or maybe some part of you wanted us to notice. Maybe you didn’t want to hide anymore.”

You sat with that for a second. She wasn’t wrong.

“I just didn’t want it to be a big thing,” you whispered.

“It’s not a big thing,” she said. “It’s your thing. And that means it matters.”

You wiped your face with your sleeve, embarrassed. “You probably think I’m just a kid.”

She shook her head. “No. I think you’re strong as hell. Strong for showing up today. Strong for being honest with me now. And strong for still being here, even when it felt easier not to be.”

You stared at her for a second, overwhelmed by the weight of her kindness.

“Thanks, Leah.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” she said. “Just promise me something.”

“What?”

“If it ever feels too heavy again—really heavy—you call me. Day or night. Doesn’t matter. I’ll show up.”

You managed a small smile. “Even if I wake you at 3 a.m.?”

“I’ll be mad if you don’t.”

You laughed, and this time, it felt genuine.

The healing wasn’t instant. But in that quiet room with tea gone lukewarm, you felt something shift.

-

It was just after midnight.

The room was quiet—too quiet. The kind of silence that makes everything in your head echo louder. Your duvet felt heavy on your legs, the air in your chest tighter with every breath. You stared at your ceiling, fists clenched in your sheets, trying to will the storm inside you to pass.

But it wasn’t passing.

It was getting worse.

You sat up, legs trembling, hands shaking, your thoughts loud and messy and fast. You didn’t know what triggered it. Maybe nothing had. Maybe it was just everything, all at once.

You looked at your phone on the nightstand.

Your reflection in the black screen scared you more than the thoughts.

And then, like muscle memory, you unlocked it.

No scrolling. No hesitating.

Just tapping on one name.

Leah.

You didn’t even think—you hit call.

It rang once.

Twice.

“Hello?”

Her voice was tired, but it cut through the noise instantly.

You couldn’t speak at first. You just breathed, uneven and shaky.

“Y/N?” she said again, more alert now. “You alright?”

“No,” you whispered. “No, I’m not.”

“Okay,” she said, instantly calm but serious. “Talk to me. What’s happening?”

You struggled to get the words out, but they came. “I—I don’t know. I just—I feel like I’m losing it again. And I don’t want to do anything stupid. I just—I don’t trust myself right now.”

There was silence on the other end for half a second.

“I’m coming,” she said quickly.

-

It took 6 minutes. Till a knock was a knock at your door, soft but firm.

When you opened it, Leah didn’t say anything—she just stepped in and pulled you straight into a hug. One hand on the back of your head, the other wrapping around your shoulders, grounding you like only she could.

You melted into her, the sob catching in your throat finally breaking free.

“I’ve got you,” she whispered into your hair. “I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

She didn’t ask questions. Didn’t demand answers.

She sat with you on the floor of your room, back against your bed, your head on her shoulder. She held your hand like it was keeping you tethered to this world.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled at one point.

“No,” she said gently but firmly. “No sorrys. You did the exact right thing. You called me. You let someone help.”

“I didn’t know what else to do.”

“That’s okay. That’s why I’m here.”

You felt the weight start to shift. It didn’t go away completely—but now it wasn’t crushing you. Not with her there. Not with her holding you steady.

“I’m not letting you go through this alone,” she murmured. “Not tonight. Not ever.”

You didn’t know how long you stayed like that. But by the time your breathing had calmed and the tears had stopped, the world didn’t feel quite as terrifying.

You were still here.

And Leah was still holding on.

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could i please request leah williamson x chronic illness reader ( maybe like type 1 diabetes or epilepsy )

Can you stop requesting this? You requested this to me twice and I have chose not to do it because it makes me uncomfortable. And another user has done this request for you.

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could you write something about how leah is protective of reader and acts all tough but at night she can’t get to sleep without readers famous back tickles and her being there!

Leah Williamson x Reader

Back tickles

WC: 398

Leah Williamson MasterList

MasterList

Warnings: just very short.

Leah Williamson had a reputation—fierce on the pitch, unshakably cool around her friends, protective to a fault when it came to you. Whether it was shielding you from the press, stepping in when a stranger got too close, or throwing a firm arm around your shoulder when one of her teammates tried to flirt a little too much, she was the textbook definition of tough love.

To the outside world, Leah was all sharp jawlines, smirks, and cutting remarks when needed. Protective, guarded, and intimidating enough that even her closest friends rarely messed around with you unless she was in the mood to let it slide.

But when the door to your shared flat closed at night and the world faded away, so did that mask.

You caught the first glimpse of it on your third night together, curled up in bed after a late match. Leah had been tense—she always was after games—but when you’d gently traced patterns over her back, you felt her melt like snow under the sun. That night, she slept like a baby. From then on, the ritual was non-negotiable.

Now, it was practically law.

“Love,” Leah mumbled one night, voice raspy and half-asleep. Her back was already pressed to your chest, arms tucked around her pillow. “You forgot my back tickles.”

You smiled, running your fingers slowly and lightly across her shoulder blades, watching the way her muscles relaxed under your touch like magic. She let out a soft sigh—almost a whimper—and you kissed her temple, lips brushing her soft skin.

“This tough lioness needs her back tickles, huh?” you teased.

She hummed, too sleepy to argue. “Shut up.”

But even then, she reached behind to grab your hand, holding it gently in hers as if to say please don’t stop.

She was your lioness by day, fierce and proud. But at night, with the lights low and the world quiet, she was yours in the softest, most vulnerable way. She’d bury her face in your neck, whisper sweet nothings with her lips brushing your skin, and mumble apologies if she ever drifted off before you started the back tickles.

And you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

No matter how strong she seemed on the outside, you knew the truth: Leah Williamson could command a stadium, but she couldn’t fall asleep without your touch.

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Alessia Russo x Leah Williamson x Reader MasterList:

- Clumsy knock into someone’s arms -

- Three’s company -

- We’re better together -

- Cheeky girl -

- Possessive -

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Player x Player x Reader MasterList:

Alessia Russo x Leah Williamson x Reader

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Chloe Kelly x Leah Williamson MasterList:

- Back home -

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Alessia Russo x Leah Williamson MasterList:

- I’m here for you -

- Undeniable -

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PLAYER X PLAYER MASTERLIST:

Caitlin Foord x Katie McCabe

Alessia Russo x Leah Williamson

Chloe Kelly x Leah Williamson