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sandwhich2317 · 3 days
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they are both so pretty and look so happy 🥹🧡
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Hello can i request something with alexia puttellas x heath!reader (tobin's twin or younger sister)
Reader has a reputation as a playboy in women's football world, fell hard for alexia. Alexia knows about reader's reputation so she never acknowleged reader's attempt to ask her on a date but evantually reader just gives up and alexia started to miss her presence and confronts about reader's sudden absence. Angst with a happy cheesy ending.
And also can you add these qualities to the reader's character
Masc ( taller and more built than alexia, short hair like tobin or even shorter)
Funny
Cocky american
Simp for alexia
Thank you soo much if you ever write this
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She’s American (Alexia Putellas x Heath!Reader)
“How many times have I told you?” Tobin snapped as you sat with a smug look on your face.
“Baby, relax. She doesn’t mean it” Christen tried sticking up for you, but even she knew it was hopeless, and that she was lying. She was currently holding Tobin by the shoulders to make sure she couldn’t get near you.
You meant it. God, you meant it with every fibre of your being. You were a complete and utter dickhead. You loved yourself, but how could you not? You were attractive, a gifted footballer, smart and your body was to die for. So, of course you were a little bit cocky, but you had the right to be. You’d worked hard to get yourself where you were.
And it wasn’t just you that loved yourself, but practically any girl that had ever met you fell for you instantly. A lot of the women you’d slept with had been footballers, and that’s how you had wound up here, currently being screamed at by your older sister.
“I told you my friends were off limits” Tobin growled.
“That just made it so much more fun, though” you smirked.
“You little shit” she lunged towards you only to be pulled backwards by her girlfriend.
“Look, I love you guys and I get you’ve been together for years and don’t understand. But I don’t want that. I want to be free to live my life without a girl holding me back” you shrugged.
“If you want to sleep around, be my guest, but just not my fucking friends” Tobin shouted.
“I had to, I probably won’t get another chance to until I’m home” you replied nonchalantly, as if you hadn’t just admitted a huge secret you had been keeping.
“What do you mean?” Christen asked as she pushed an angry Tobin onto the couch to try and get her to cool down.
“I got a contract offer in Spain. You guys loved Europe when you went and I want to do that too” you nodded.
“Which club?” Tobin asked.
“Barcelona” you replied.
“You can’t fuck around over there y/n, they are close knit” Tobin frowned.
“The more the merrier” you smirked.
“That’s it” Tobin shot up from her seat with Christen pulling her back away from you again.
“I’ll miss you Christen” you smiled. “Why can’t you be more like Christen?” You asked your sister as you patted her on the face and headed up to your room.
“God bless the women of Barcelona” Tobin grunted.
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Life in Barcelona was beautiful. The sun was always shining, and the girls. Fuck. The girls were all so beautiful.
You were a huge name in the game, not only being the younger sister of Tobin Heath, but you were a World Cup champion too. So when your transfer was announced, social media went feral.
You hadn’t met the vast majority of the team yet, but were doing so in a few days at training.
Your sister had called Leah Williamson, who then called Keira Walsh and that is how you became instant friends with Lucy Bronze.
Your sister knew Lucy a little bit, and knew the two of you would get on like a house on fire. You were similar. Both attractive and cocky and both of you could speak English.
You’d been partying in Barcelona with the English girl since you’d met each other. She’d shown you different night clubs and bars and that is how you’d been making your way through the female population of Barcelona.
Lucy was purely wingwoman for you, she was in a relationship with Ona, who you had yet to meet. But tomorrow was the day you would be meeting everyone.
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Lucy picked you up at your apartment, deciding to bring you to training on the first day. Your only been to the complex once to sign contracts, so you had no idea where you were going.
“Me llamo Lisa” the blonde girl you’d picked up last night shouted at you, leaving your apartment.
“Baby girl, no hablo español” you smirked as the girl stormed off.
“Get in the fucking car” Lucy laughed as you grabbed your gear bag and locked your apartment door. “Did you and Lisa have fun?” She teased.
“We did, until she asked for my number and then started screaming in Spanish when I said I didn’t have a phone” you shrugged with a cocky laugh.
“She was fit though, no?” Lucy asked, peering back through the mirror, looking at the girl storm off up the street.
“Yeah, she was. But there’s more girls who can give me the exact same thing who are just as hot” you smirked.
“Oh, the team are going to hate you so bad” Lucy laughed and began driving.
While most people would take that as an insult, you found it amusing. You liked how it got on people’s nerves that you would sleep around. It was just too much fun. Girls were just too hot.
You arrived at the training facilities, leaving your bag by your cubby which happened to be right beside Lucy.
Lucy brought you into the canteen, and was showing you the view of the pitch outside.
“She has a bad reputation” Mapi laughed as you stood at the window with Lucy. She was pointing out different things on the pitch and around the grounds.
“Lucia said she is nice, they are friends” Ona shrugged.
“Who are we talking about?” Ingrid asked, sitting next to her girlfriend.
“The playboy has arrived” Mapi whispered with a laugh, a few others at the table joining in.
The laughing from the table got Lucy’s attention as she gestured you over to the table.
“Guys, this is Y/n. Y/n this is my girlfriend Ona, Mapi and Ingrid. Down there is Aitana, Keira and Patri” Lucy smiled.
“Hola” Mapi said but you completely ignored her.
“Hi Ona, lovely to meet you” you smiled. Lucy had been a good friend so you decided to play nice with Ona. “And you, you were Ingrid right?” You turned to face the Norwegian girl.
Mapi was tiny in comparison to you, that you hardly took notice of her.
“Yes, it’s nice to meet you” Ingrid smiled, putting her hand out for you to take.
“The pleasure is all mine” you smirked, shaking her hand. Ingrid let herself have a moment when your hand connected with her, but she was quickly pulled back to reality by Mapi.
“I am her girlfriend, hello, hi, Ingrid, remember me?” Mapi waved in her face.
“You’re so embarrassing” Ingrid groaned.
“You are dating her?” You asked Ingrid who nodded. “Hm, interesting” you nodded before walking off to meet the other three at the table.
“I don’t like her” Mapi huffed.
“I do” Ingrid smiled towards you.
“Of course you do, she is so your type” Mapi rolled her eyes before getting up from the table and going toward the gym.
“Estúpida” Mapi grunted under her breath on the way into the gym.
“Maria? What’s wrong?” Alexia asked.
“Ale, I am going to murder her” Mapi shouted.
“Silenco” Alexia shot up from the bench to quieten the girl down. “Ingrid?” Alexia asked.
“Her too” Mapi shouted. “No, y/n. The American” Mapi rolled her eyes. “She was flirting with Ingrid” Mapi was sitting on a bench with her arms folded.
“Oh come on Maria, Ingrid loves you she’s not going to be bothered by a bit of flirting” Alexia smiled sympathetically.
“Yeah, you’re right I’m being stupid” Mapi smiled and stood up, a new found confidence in her step. But then you walked in with Lucy.
“And this is the gym. Oh, this is Alexia and well, you met Mapi” Lucy smirked, knowing already what you were thinking.
“Oh yes the one that’s dating Ingrid” you nodded, air quoting the word ‘dating’ continuing to look at the equipment as Mapi left the room in a huff.
“Lucia, out” Alexia ordered. Lucy quickly followed her captain’s instructions and left. “Hola” Alexia folded her arms and held herself in a reserved position.
Hola” you smirked, turning to meet her eyeline.
You knew of her of course. She was the best in the world. You’d seen her at awards shows and on tv but neither of you had never made eye contact.
“You are not going to cause any trouble here, are you?” She raised an eyebrow at you.
“No ma’am” you replied.
“We do not mess around with people here, is that understood?”
“Is that limited to just the team, or the entire female population of Barcelona?” You replied. “Because that may be a problem” you added with a smirk.
“Careful” she pursed her lips at you before heading out of the gym as Lucy strutted back in.
“Don’t even think about it” Lucy laughed, catching your eyeline, watching the Spanish captain leave the gym.
“It would be so much fun though” you whined sarcastically.
“No, she’s off limits” Lucy shook her head.
“That just makes me want it more” you groaned.
“Are you a child?” Lucy laughed, putting her hand on your shoulder. “Mate, just trust me”
You nodded at the English girl before she tugged you out of the gym and continued on your tour of the complex.
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You were professional of course, but you were also a maniac when it came to nights out.
So, when the conversation came up for a team night out, you were on board. Hell, you were on the planning committee.
The team frequented a night club that had a nice divide of privacy to chat and a dance floor that was always put to good use.
You, on your nights out with Lucy, hadn’t been to this club yet. And you instantly cursed Lucy for not bringing you here because the hottest women that walked the face of the earth all seemed to be here tonight.
Team nights at Barca were nice, they had a family vibe of going out and getting drunk together and just enjoying each other’s company.
But going out for you was a challenge, and that challenge was: how many girls could you end up with?
You’d already kissed two girls tonight but were frustrated when both of their friend groups decided to move out of the night club and off to a different one.
“Anybody want a drink?” You asked the group as some people nodded at you.
You had literally just made it to the bar before another, hotter than the other two, whose names were long forgotten by now, girl was already flirting with you.
“Can I get you a drink?” You asked as she nodded and giggled. You’d forgotten to order everybody’s else’s drinks but that didn’t matter right now.
“What’s your name?” She asked as you handed her the drink after a quick thank you.
“Y/n, you?” You shouted over the music.
“Sara” she replied. “Do you want to dance?” She asked.
You nodded your head while she took your hand and led you to the dance floor.
“I guess we’re not getting drinks then” Lucy laughed. “I promise to come back with some” she got up and headed to the bar to finish the job you had started.
“I don’t get the attraction to her” Mapi scowled.
“I do” Ingrid added with a smirk.
“Princessa por favor, my ego cannot take this right now” Mapi groaned, making a few girls laugh. “Ale, do you get it?” Mapi asked.
“Sí, but her attitude is not for me” Alexia shrugged.
Lucy brought back the drinks for the table after you’d agreed to take Sara home.
You ran up to the booth the team were in to grab your jacket.
“Heading off so soon?” Alexia asked, sipping from her drink.
“Don’t be too jealous” you smirked, taking your coat from the chair and turning, thinking you had the last laugh.
Alexia grabbed your arm to stop you.
“This isn’t how we do things here, and until you learn that, you’ll never fit in” she whispered and shovedyour arm away from her grasp.
You looked at her for a brief moment before shaking your head and turning off with an angry expression, back to where Sara was waiting for you.
“I’m going home” Alexia huffed, standing up and brushing by her teammates who were protesting and calling her back.
You woke the next morning with Sara in your apartment and groaned at the fact that she was still here.
“Good morning” Sara smiled.
“Yeah, good morning” you nodded.
“Last night was really nice” she hummed, stroking her fingertips along your arm.
“Yeah, listen” you began as you felt her hand pull away.
“You fucking footballers are all the same” she huffed, getting out of bed. She was now cursing at you in Spanish, which you’d actually started to understand, due to many, many girls giving you somewhat of the same speech since you’d moved to Barcelona.
She slammed the front door of your apartment as she left, leaving you to just groan and turn over to check your phone.
Lucia 🥉
Morning mate, how’s the head? 😂
Y/n 🇺🇸
Badddddddddd
I didn’t need a yelling match in my apartment this morning either 😂
Hot Spanish girls will be the death of me
Lucia 🥉
Want to come for breakfast with me and Ona?
Can collect you in like half an hour?
Y/n 🇺🇸
Yeah okay go on then see you soon
It was exactly half an hour later when Lucy picked you up, Ona was sat in the passenger seat as you flopped into the back.
“Hola” Ona smiled.
“Hola Ona, how are you?” You smiled back.
“Good, and you?” She asked.
“Tired” you chuckled.
Ona liked you, and saw a side to you that most people didn’t see. Despite the lack of care you had for the endless stream of girls you’d slept with, you had one code you lived by, and that was the ‘Bro code’.
You and Lucy were friends, so Ona was off limits and was just your friend too. There was never an awkwardness or a dull moment when the three of you hung out. Ona liked the side of Lucy you brought out too.
Lucy went up to order at the counter while you and Ona sat opposite each other in the booth. Your head was in your hands still nursing the hangover you had.
“You should be yourself more” Ona whispered.
“What do you mean?” You asked, removing your hands from your head.
“You are nice. You are a good friend to Lucia” Ona began. “Most of the team find you insufferable” she informed you.
You just shrugged your shoulders. You were used to that with your team mates, even if you hadn’t actually slept with any of these team mates.
“You should try harder. Most of us are on long term contracts here and life will be easier if we all just got on” Ona smiled as you nodded.
Over the next while, you too Ona’s advice and you tried. You tried to get along with them all better and things were improving in training and on the pitch, as well as bonding events.
You and Alexia had been getting on well. She appreciated you were trying to respect the values that most girls on the team had.
It was just at the next team night out, when you saw a girl speaking to Alexia, that you felt your stomach curl.
“I’m gonna head home” you shouted in Lucy’s ear. She was drunk, dancing with Ona and some of the team as she gave you a thumbs up.
You were sober enough tonight, you’d mainly stayed up at the booth, away from the dance floor.
“Where are you going?” A voice asked from behind you, knowing instantly who it belonged to.
“Home” you grunted, turning to face your captain now.
“Leaving with someone again?” She raised her eyebrows at you.
“No, but have fun with her” you mumbled, nodding your head over at the woman who was stood waiting for Alexia. “So much for that’s not how we do things here” you added, imitating her accent and leaving before anything else could be said.
“Ale, is everything okay?” Alba asked.
The woman Alexia was talking to all night, was her sister Alba. She’d already told you, that’s not how things were done here. You were just too caught up in your own head to even bother allowing herself to explain.
“Fine Alba, sí” Alexia smiled as best she could
You’d somehow managed on your way from the booth to the door to find a girl and went home with her.
You decided to go back to her apartment, so it was easier to get out the next morning.
You’d woken thankfully before the girl had and got out of there as quickly as possible.
When you got home and memories of last night started coming back to you. You realised you might, just might, be into Alexia.
Shit.
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You decided it was easier to keep it to yourself, your newly discovered feelings. Lucy had told you not to go there, but it was different.
You didn’t want to just sleep with Alexia, you wanted to date her. You’d never felt this way about a girl before and it was overwhelming.
The thought of having what Tobin has with Christen, you didn’t want it. But you did want it, just with Alexia.
You found yourself drifting towards her at training and on match days, but never saying much. You’d become quiet, almost like a shell of your former self.
“You alright mate?” Lucy asked when she’d came into the gym a few minutes after you did. You had already started your workout when she interrupted.
“Yeah I’m good man, you?” You replied, dropping your weights onto the ground.
“You seem a bit distant lately” she shrugged. “Are you homesick or something?” She asked.
You weren’t homesick. You talked to Tobin a lot. But it was easier to say that you were homesick than to admit you liked Alexia.
“Uh, yeah” you nodded.
“I’m sorry mate, I get it’s tough” she patted your shoulder. You just got on with the session, no longer thinking about your conversation with Lucy.
“Well?” Ona asked as Lucy walked back up to her. Lucy had spoken to Ona about you being distant from her as she was afraid she may have done something to upset you.
“Homesick” Lucy shrugged.
“You know Tobin, why don’t you call her? Invite her here?” Ona suggested.
“What if it backfires?” Lucy frowned.
“It won’t backfire bebé, it’ll make her happy” Ona smiled.
Lucy shot Leah a quick text message to ask for Tobin’s number, which her English captain willingly gave over.
It was later in the day when Ona was cooking dinner in the pair’s apartment that Lucy called Tobin.
“Hello, Tobin speaking” your sister was always so formal on the phone.
“Hey Tobin, uh, it’s Lucy, Lucy Bronze” Lucy replied.
“Oh hey man, how are you?” Tobin asked before suddenly panicking as to why Lucy Bronze was currently on the other side of the phone. “Is everything alright? Is there something wrong with y/n?” Tobin said a bit louder.
Her tone was panicked enough to worry Christen who left the kitchen and sat down beside her girlfriend.
“What? No. Well, I don’t know” Lucy sighed. “She said she’s homesick” Lucy mumbled.
“Homesick?” Tobin frowned. “She hasn’t mentioned being homesick to me”
“That doesn’t mean she isn’t” Christen hummed.
“I was just wondering if you wanted to come to Barcelona? Me and Ona can help you guys get here”
The couple in the states shared a knowing look.
“Come on, we were going to go soon anyway” Christen smiled. “I would be so happy if my fiancé whisked me away to Barcelona” she added.
“Okay, okay” Tobin laughed. “We will be there asap” Tobin nodded.
“Appreciate it. I will collect you guys from the airport” Lucy smiled before hanging up the phone.
Tobin and Christen were coming in 5 days time and Lucy could hardly contain her excitement that she’d planned this for you.
She was beaming every time she saw at training you but you were so caught up in your head about your feelings for Alexia, you barely noticed.
The closer the day got to Tobin arriving, the happier Lucy was getting, but you were crumbling.
You could barely look Alexia in the eyes anymore. You were so far gone with the girl you decided you needed to do something, just to get your mind off of it.
“Lucy” you shouted at the girl who seemed to be in a bit of a rush ushering Ona out the door of the changing room.
“Yeah?” She asked, handing Ona the keys to go out to the car.
“Do you want to do something? We could go get coffee or lunch?” You asked.
“Sorry mate, me and Ona have plans” her plan heavily involved you but you didn’t know that.
“Oh okay, yeah, no problem” you smiled unconvincingly and nodded.
“I’ll see you later, yeah?” She asked and you nodded again. She headed for the door, everyone else filtered out long ago, but your captain was only heading inside.
“Hi” Alexia hummed when she came into the changing rooms. You were changed already but were just enjoying the silence scrolling on your phone.
“Hey” you replied, quietly.
“You don’t seem yourself” she said while taking things from her cubby.
“Just have a bit on my mind” you shrugged.
“Oh, is everything okay?” She asked and you nodded, eyes glued firmly to the floor. “Are you sure?” She added.
“Isn’t this what you wanted? Me to not be myself?” You asked.
“Which one is the real you?” She crossed her arms now trying to meet your gaze but failing.
“I don’t know” you snapped. “You hate me when I’m loud, you hate me when I’m quiet. I don’t know what you want from me”
“Who said I hate you?” She frowned, not like you saw that she did. “I don’t” she made her way over to you, but you quickly stood up.
“Are we friends then?” You blurted out, weakly.
“Sí” the Spaniard smiled and nodded.
“Would you maybe want to get a coffee?” You asked as the girl frowned.
“Isn’t your sister coming today?” She asked.
“My sister?” You laughed.
“Sí, Lucia said she” the girl stopped herself from continuing when she saw your eyebrows raise and your jaw fall.
It was then she realised Lucy may have said something about it being a surprise.
“Oh no no no no no” she waved her hands in the air. “You cannot tell her I ruined this” she laughed.
“Shit then I need to go” you scrambled all of your stuff together before whipping out the door.
“Y/n” Alexia called as you swung back in the door frame. “We will get that coffee soon, okay?” She smiled as you grinned and nodded.
You rushed off to your car, driving home quickly to do some cleaning before your guests arrived and you could pretend like you didn’t know.
“It’s just that one there” Lucy pointed at your door as Tobin walked up and knocked.
Lucy had made her way back downstairs to her car by the time you opened the door.
“Hey” Tobin shouted.
“Surprise” Christen beamed.
“Hey” you smiled, pulling them both into a hug. “I missed you guys”.
“Well, let us in then” Tobin laughed as you stepped back for them to get by you. You had a guest bedroom in your apartment that the pair were staying in.
You showed them your favourite new spots in Barcelona for walks, for food and to relax.
You took them for a tour of the training complex, and that is when your sister met Alexia for the first time.
“Is that Putellas?” Tobin asked and you nodded.
“Ale” you shouted as she smiled and jogged over. “Uh, this is my sister Tobin and her fiancé Christen” you introduced them.
“Nice to meet you” Alexia smiled.
“You too” Tobin smiled. “Has my sister been causing trouble then?” She smirked.
“Not anymore” Alexia laughed. “She’s been great, actually” she added softly.
Your palms were sweating, which wasn’t only down to the heat in Barcelona. But due to Tobin and Alexia being preoccupied by their conversation, they didn’t notice how anxious you looked.
Christen however, could read you like a book. That’s how she became the first person to know you liked Alexia.
“Something going on with you two?” She whispered as your eyes hit the floor and you shook your head. “But you want there to be?” She added and you nodded this time.
“Don’t tell Tobin” you mumbled.
“Is she single?” Christen asked.
“Yeah” you nodded.
“Why don’t you ask her out?” Christen asked but your conversation was cut short by Tobin coming back to you when she’d finished talking to Alexia.
“She is super nice” Tobin smiled.
“Yeah” you nodded, replying to both Christen and Tobin.
You made Christen promise to not say anything to Tobin until they were at least on the plane back to the states, and in fairness to Christen, she didn’t say a word until then.
It had been a nice week having them there, but you also didn’t mind that they were gone too. Now they were gone you could finally get that coffee with Alexia.
Y/n/n
☕️?
Ale
Sí por favor
Now?
Y/n/n
Yeah, at the one beside your apartment
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You and Alexia became friends, really good friends. Always pairing up for drills, sitting on the busses and planes together, and always spending the most time on a night out with the other.
She’d stayed in your guest room last night after the team night out. You had decided when you two started to become friends, to just bury your feelings. It was easier to be friends with someone when you weren’t hopelessly in love with them.
But when she emerged from the guest room in a pair of your shorts and your shirt with a few buttons undone, you couldn’t help it.
“Morning” she hummed.
“Morning Ale” you turned your head, now clocking what she was wearing.
“Are you making breakfast then?” She chuckled, but you were still just looking at her. “Y/n? What’s wrong?” She frowned, stepping a bit closer to you.
“Fuck” you groaned loudly, sliding to the floor. Alexia dropped simultaneously to be eye to eye. She begged for you to tell her what it was before you couldn’t take it anymore.
“I really like you Ale” you blurted out. The Spanish woman was now silent. “I’ve liked you for a while now, and I’ve really tried to put my feelings aside to not wreck our friendship, but I want this” you grabbed her hand and she didn’t stop you.
“Y/n” she whispered looking at your interlocked hands.
“I want this. I want you in my apartment, in my clothes. I want to argue over who’s making breakfast and dinner. I want you Ale” you squeezed her hand a bit tighter.
Alexia was silent for a long time until you prompted her to speak again.
“Alexia, please say something” you sighed. Before she spoke, she removed her hands from yours and sat fully down now on the floor.
“You are great, y/n/n. I love spending time with you and I could talk to you for hours and we’d never run out of things to say” she smiled before her expression turned cold. “But it’s always going to play on my mind of the person you are or the person you were, when you came here. It scares me you are looking for just that from me and then you will not speak to me again” she sighed.
“It’s different with you Ale, por favor” you protested. “I’m in love with you” you admitted.
“I’m sorry. I just can’t take that risk, not right now” she shook her head.
It was silent for a long time, neither of you moving or saying anything before Alexia got up, got changed and left.
And that was it, your friendship with Alexia was ruined and there was no turning back now.
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It had been a couple of weeks since that morning in your apartment with Alexia. Neither of you had spoken to each other since that day, and it was starting to become more obvious to everyone that you two weren’t speaking.
You’d just been going to and from training, never once straying or putting yourself out there with the team. They were Alexia’s friends anyway, not yours.
“You seem sad” Ingrid whispered from beside you after training.
“I’m fine” you shrugged, packing your things away quicker now.
“If you’re fine, you’ll come out tonight then?” She smiled.
“I can’t, I uh” you tried quickly to think of an excuse.
“You, uh, don’t have an excuse” Ingrid teased as you rolled your eyes. “Come on party girl, you know you want to” she smirked.
“Fine, but just one drink” you sighed and held up one singular finger.
One drink had quickly turned to seven and you were happily drunk as Ingrid pulled you towards the dance floor to where Mapi and the rest of the team were.
“Hola chica” Mapi smiled. She liked you now that you’d become less of a dickhead.
“Vamos” Lucy shouted jumping on your back.
You locked eyes with Alexia for a few seconds before quickly pulling away.
“That girl has had eyes on you since we came in” Lucy laughed and pointed to the girl. She was sat alone on a bar stool, sipping a colourful drink and, she was hot.
“She’s pretty” Ona chimed in.
Alexia followed the direction of where Lucy was pointing and quickly found herself looking at a girl she knew was staring at you.
She looked back at you, knowing full well you’d be looking back at the girl with a cocky smirk on your face. Only, you weren’t. Your eyes were fixated on the floor and you looked uncomfortable.
Maybe you had changed.
Alexia had missed you. She missed your coffee dates, watching movies on each others couches. She missed teaching you Spanish, she missed your cooking, your touch, your smell.
She missed how you made her feel, and you made her feel safe being in love with you.
“I’m fine Lucy” you shook your head. “It’s not how these nights are” you shrugged.
“When have you ever cared about that?” Lucy laughed.
“I dunno” you replied. “But I’m honestly fine” you smiled.
You had no interest anymore. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be with Alexia, but you wanted to settle down and find someone.
“Lucia stop being annoying” Alexia smirked as she came over and put her hand around the English girl.
“I’m just telling Y/n that the girl at the bar is giving her fuck me eyes, do you not think so?” Lucy was drunk so now wasn’t time to punch her, but you wanted to.
“Lucy, I’ve said enough” you frowned.
There was an awkward silence before the song suddenly changed and a few of your team mates began to cheer.
You were pushed by people further into the dance floor, falling forward and towards Alexia.
“Do you want to dance?” Alexia whispered as you nodded. She took your hand and led you a bit away from everyone.
The dancing got a bit intense, lingering touches and lust filled eyes were being easily spotted by anybody who was looking at you two.
Ona and Lucy were now coming to the realisation why you had no interest in the girl at the bar. You liked Alexia.
“Ale” you moaned as her body dug impossibly further into you. “We should stop” you suggested.
“No” she shook her head and grabbed your hands, placing them on her waist. “I was wrong when I said no to you”.
“Please Ale, just let me take you home, you’re drunk” you pleaded but the girl frantically shook her head at you.
“No, just listen to me. I love you” she whispered.
“You two alright?” Mapi interrupted. You were too stunned to even speak right now. Both of you just staring at each other without replying to Mapi.
“Ale, you should go home” Ingrid smiled empathetically to the captain she now had in her hold.
“Y/n can take you home, sí?” Mapi asked you as you nodded.
You wandered off to get Alexia’s and your jackets before coming back to help get her in a taxi. You debated dropping her at her apartment and leaving, but she was too drunk for that thought to last longer than a few seconds.
You took her back to your place and you had completely sobered up by now. Somehow she seemed more drunk than she was at the club.
You eventually got her sat at the kitchen table with the biggest glass you owned filled to the top with water. You’d left her there while you went to get the guest room ready and grab her a pair of shorts and a shirt.
“Come on, we get you to bed” you sighed when you came back to find the glass empty now and her head resting on the table.
“I need to take my make up off” she groaned and pulled you by the hand to your bathroom. She sat on the counter and handed you her bag which had make up wipes in it.
“How the hell do I do this?” You laughed.
She took a wipe from the package and started to rub your face with it teasingly.
“Estúpida” she mumbled with a smile.
“Okay smart-ass, give me it” you took the wipe off her and took her make up off, moving your hand more gently than the force she had wiped your already make up free face with, due to never wearing any.
You helped her off the counter and disposed of the used wipes in the bin.
“I left you spare clothes in the room” you pointed to the door of the guest room.
“Gracias” she whispered. She stopped at the door, like she was contemplating her next words before she spoke again. “Good night, y/n/n”
“Night, Ale” you smiled, until she closed the door. Your head flung backwards as you let out a sigh once she’d disappeared.
The you of a few months ago would have happily taken Alexia home for other reasons tonight, but you didn’t want just that with her. Not even after she’d rejected you did you want to settle for anything less, with anybody.
Alexia made you realise you wanted this with someone, even if it wasn’t going to be her.
You didn’t even try to sleep, you already knew you wouldn’t be able to. You headed to the couch and watched reruns of a Spanish tv show that you had no idea what was going on in.
You were mainly scrolling on your phone, trying to think of anything else.
It was around 6am, about 3 hours since you got home, when you were still wide awake that she made an appearance.
“No sleep?” She asked as she shuffled into the living room.
You shook your head at her. You forgot about that day when you told her you loved her, how good she looked in your clothes. “Do you need something?” You asked.
“Water” she nodded.
You headed off to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water while the girl made herself comfy on the couch. You handed it to her before taking a seat beside her.
She took a swig of it before speaking.
“I know I was drunk before, but I did mean it” she began. “I shouldn’t have said no”
“It’s okay” you shrugged. “I get that I’m a dickhead. I just really tried to be who you wanted me to be. I get that either way I’m not good enough for you but”
Before you could finish your sentence Alexia’s lips were on yours. It took half a second for you to kiss her back. You pulled her onto your lap and she deepened the kiss.
“You’re amazing” Alexia breathed out. “You care for me and” she stuttered.
“I love you” you whispered, cutting her off.
“I love you too” she smiled before connecting your lips again.
You and Alexia quickly began dating, much to the amusement of practically everyone.
Long gone was the cocky, arrogant American who played with girls’ feelings for fun. You were now the resident American in Barcelona who was a total simp for your captain.
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Sweet nothing in the background🫠
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From Christen's IG story "Wild & free Luangwa Valley Park, Zambia November 2023"
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Was not expecting to see T and C at camp!!!
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Protective Moms // Jessie Fleming
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a/n: based off this request. Hope you like it :)
Matchday.
Canada vs the United States.
Girlfriend vs girlfriend.
Jess and you met in London, both playing for the blues.
The two of you hit off straight away, same interests, same sense of humor, you were similar in many ways but also so different that you completed each other perfectly. It came as no surprise when you revealed your relationship to your Chelsea teammates. They loved you together.
Only the Chelsea girls knew about you though. You both thought it was important to tell them yet you couldn't tell your national teammates. You kept your personal life private which is why you decided to tell them in person and not through the phone.
Considering that Tobin Heath played for Arsenal you could've told her as well as Christen Press but to be honest you were afraid. Tobin was one of the first players to approach you after you had your first call-up. She took you under her wig and became a mentor. So did Christen. You respected them so much and despite the fact that you would do anything for Jess, you were still afraid that Tobin and Christen would be disappointed in you. Or worse, if you introduce Jessie and they wouldn't like her.
As the Call-Up for camp came you were excited. You loved the chelsea girls but you also missed your friends at home. What you didn‘t like though was that you would play a friendly against Canada. There was always a certain rivalry in those games, it was physical, intense and nobody goes down without a fight.
As usual, you wore your headphones on the bus ride to the stadium. Next to you sat Rose, your bus buddy, while Press and Heath sat in the row next to you. They'd be lying if they didn't say that they noticed you checking your phone a lot and smiling at it. However, they didn’t do anything about it. If you wanted to tell them something, they would be there but they wouldn't force you to. They've known you long enough to know how you handle things.
Flem🔥
Can I have your shirt later? x
You
Only If I get yours too xx
Flem🔥
deal
Shortly after the game started, the first slide tackles came from both teams.
The game was balanced, sometimes Canada had their chances and sometimes your team, the goalkeepers definitely had something to do.
Jess and you didn‘t interact much, yes, off pitch you’re a couple but rivals on the field. The only interaction was when Canada had a corner kick and you pressed your body against hers. The canadian would bet that you did it on purpose as your breath hit the back of her neck. It made her go crazy, weak in the knees. Well, after all, it was the first time in 2 weeks that she saw you and could feel your proximity. (Spoiler: whether she had seen you or not, she still would have had weak knees and a racing heart. She always had when she’s near you)
It was 0-0 at half time. A solid result, but not satisfying.
Every single player on the field got more eager to score which resulted in more ruthless tackles.
You were in the opponent's half when Chapman took the ball away from you. Immediately you’re after her to get the ball back. You’re close behind her as she played a pass, her elbow slamming with so much strength in your face, right on your nose. "Fuck" you couldn‘t even scream out of pain because it hurt so much. You fell to the ground as you held your nose, your head hitting the ground. The game continued without anyone noticing that you were lying there. The only one who noticed was the person who caused it, she was standing by your side yelling at the referee. The game was only paused after a number of boo‘s from the stands and as soon as your girlfriend saw you curled up on the floor she ran to you as fast as she could. "Get the fuck away from her!" the brunette shoved Chapman as she kneeled down. She wasn't one to swear, but seeing you on the ground? It turned her into someone else, a protector who must protect you, her girl, at all costs. "Can you take your hands out of your face?" the sweet voice of your girl asked, taking a hold on your wrists. Just as she was about to pull your hands down slowly an angry Tobin Heath pushed her body to the ground, "Don‘t touch her" she hissed. Wrong move. Because when Tobin touched the young Canadian, Sinclair stepped in, "You don‘t touch her"
While Heath and Sinclair provoked each other, Christen went completely nuts on the bench. Still no medic team anywhere near you. Jess was by your side again, your hands out of your face as she could see the blood that was spread across your face. Definitely a broken nose and a possible black eye. You hated blood. You'll immediately feel nauseous and dizzy when you see it whether it’s your own or someone else's. "The medics are almost there, love. Keep your eyes open" her voice laced with worry as your eyes kept closing.
Finally, when the medic team arrived, they tried to stop the bleeding. After a minute or two everything seemed to be fine and you were able to stand up again which turned out to be a big mistake because as soon as you got back on your feet you passed out. They didn't know if it was because of the blood you saw or because the knock was so bad. Either way, you got substituted.
"Sub me off! I need to be with her. Please" Jess begged as she saw you getting carried of the field in the stretcher. Sinc had never seen the small Canadian so desperate while talking to their coach.
Unfortunately, Chris, who actually wanted to be by your side, was subbed on for you.
When Jess got subbed off which was 5 played minutes later she ran to the medic room. She had never felt so helpless.
On the pitch, your mentors played sloppy, everyone could see that your injury effected them. Canada as well couldn't play accurately without one of their key players. The game was dominated by bad passes and missed shots.
"How is she?" Jess questioned as she entered the room, "Broken nose and a little concussion."
You were lying on the bed, your nose bandaged with plasters, sleeping. As the last medic team member left the room the canadian sat next to you on a chair. She held your hand while her thumb stroked over your knuckles.
"I would swap shirts but mine is blood stained" you murmured. Your throat was sore but your face hurt less than before, the painkillers slowly working. "Please don‘t joke" the girl whispered, still not able to calm down "I was so worried"
"My girl, i‘m a fighter-"
The door was swung open as a worried Christen Press entered with Tobin Heath behind her, "Are you ok- What are you doing here?" the same woman asked who pushed Jess away from you.
Frightened, the canadian jumped out of her seat, turning to look at your team moms. Chris with a smile on her face, connecting the dots while Tobs had a scowl on hers. "Um.. I.." your girlfriend stuttered as she let go of your hand.
"Jess is my girlfriend"
"What?!"
You groaned as your head ache got worse due the loud noise, your hands massaging your temples. "What did the doc say?" united states number 23 asked, placing her hand on Tobins back, changing the subject. "Broken nose, little concussion. I need to rest" you answered. Tobin was glaring at your lover who was shuffling with her feet. "We‘ll talk about this, madame" the veteran said before she left the room. She was concerned about you but the news that the canadian was your girl was something she had to process first.
Her little boo with a girlfriend.
She‘d witnessed your highlights, watched you grow in the game, supported you, accompanied you at the lowest point in your career. You had been through a lot together, so maybe it was her pride that hurt because you didn't tell her earlier about your love story and that she had to find out about it through an injury, almost going for Chapman's throat because of that, by the way.
"She‘ll come around" Christen said as she saw how your face saddened, "I‘ll talk to her" she went to your side before she pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead to assure you that everything will be fine.
"Maybe we all could get some coffee?" the suggestion coming from Jessie, "If you want to get to know me? Officially, i mean"
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A few days later you‘re sitting at a little coffee shop waiting for your team moms to show up. Jess was next to you, holding your hand. It was unclear who was trying to calm whom. The brunette was nervous because she was meeting people you cared so much about and wanted to show them she was worthy of your love and you were nervous because you wanted them to like Jessie.
"Hi" you both greeted synchronously, slightly giggling at one another. "Hey" the dark haired women pressed a kiss to your forehead as she hugged you, carefully not to touch your injured nose. Jess stretched out her hand for Tobin to shake as she repeated her greeting. "Hello" the forward replied, accepting her hand. You felt relief as you saw their little interaction. Christen had definitely spoken to the forward about her behavior a few days ago.
The four of you talked for a while, there was no tension or anything negative. Everybody was enjoying the 'parents meet kids girlfriend'-meeting, it even seemed like scary Tobin Heath liked Jessie but there was this one question on the tip of her tongue that she wanted answered. "Jessie, I need to ask you this" she started as Jess looked at you nervously, your hand finding her thigh, "What are your intentions with y/n?"
She rested her elbows on the table, leaning forward to show her authority, Jess gulping under Tobins stare "Well," helplessly, she looked at CP who, however, was also waiting for an answer. Just because she, in terms of her protectiveness, acted calm and collected didn‘t mean she didn't want a straight answer to the question. She also had to know if your girlfriend was enough for you. "I love her. Umm, we‘re young but.. umm.. hopefully she‘ll be my wife one day" the canadian didn‘t really know how to answer that question. Her intensions were only good ones.
She wants to make you happy.
She wants to make you proud.
She wants to support you no matter what.
She wants to sit in the stands and she wants to cheer for you.
She wants to show you that you only deserved the best.
She wants to love you for the rest of her life.
She wants to be by your side as long as you‘ll let her.
She wants you.
Christen smiled like a proud parent as Tobin grinned widely. Jess looked cofused around, not understanding why the moms looked at her like that, you looking at her with the biggest heart eyes, "Oh no" she said as she understood those faces "I said that out loud, didn‘t I?"
"Jup"
Christen and Tobin got up, "My job here is done", ready to go.
"You chose a good one, y/n/n."
This time it was Christen who commented like Tobin would. In her mind, Heath agreed yet she would never admit stuff like that in prensence of Jess.
But Jessie was indeed a good one.
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im emotional 😭😭😭
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frenchgirlxuswnt · 7 months
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Thank you Perry & happy Monday to us 🥰❤️💕👌
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c-23-p · 8 months
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“I am surprised at how awesome I am” lmfaooo
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forwhoever · 7 months
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the re-cap show | episode 8 | 44:03
c: “if you could have a lifetime supply of something, what would it be?”
t: “eggo waffles.”
c: “you never eat eggo waffles! i’ve seen you eat one eggo waffle in ten years.”
t: “i feel like they’re not really allowed in our home.”
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I just want to say that it has been an honor and a privilege to have had this generation be the generation of USWNT players that “raised” me. ❤️
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U.S. Women's National Team members Tobin Heath and Christen Press attend the soccer match between Inter Miami and the Los Angeles Galaxy at Dignity Health Sports Park on February 25, 2024 in Carson, California. (Photos by Kevork Djansezian/Getty Images)
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