Lesbian one shots

I'm just not hungry like I used to be - Mapi x OC

A/n: Steph is Steph Houghton if anyone is wondering through the chapter

Mapi Léon x Chloé Laurent

The soft hum of the Barcelona streets echoed through my apartment as I sat alone in my dimly lit kitchen, staring blankly at the empty plate on the table. The thoughts of my upcoming battle with food, a constant reminder of the uncertainty raging within me. Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice the sound of the doorbell at first. It wasn't until the persistent ringing pulled me from my daydream that I realized someone was at the door.

Frowning, I pushed myself up from the table and walked over to answer it, wondering who could be visiting at this hour. As I swung the door open, my breath caught in my throat. Standing on the doorstep, looking slightly untidy but undeniably determined, was Steph, my best friend. "Steph?" I whispered, disbelief coloring my voice. "What are you doing here?" Steph's gaze softened as she took in the sight of me. "I came as soon as I found out. Can I come in?" she said simply. I nodded silently, stepping aside to let Steph enter. As soon as the door closed behind her, I felt the weight of Steph's concern settle over me like a heavy blanket. But it soon disappeared as Steph stepped forward to envelop me in a tight hug. "I'm here for you, kid. No matter what." Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes again as I returned the embrace, feeling a rush of emotions flood through me. I'd kept my diagnosis of an eating disorder hidden from, Steph. But somehow, Steph had found out, and she had come all the way to Barcelona to check on me. I led Steph into the living room and we sat down. As we both sank into the cushions, the silence stretched between us like a taut wire.

"I didn't mean to worry you," I began, my voice shaky. "I just... I didn't know how to tell you." Steph reached out, taking my hand in hers. "You don't have to explain anything to me, Chloé. I'm just here because I care about you." Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes again as I looked into Steph's understanding gaze. It was as if Steph could see straight through me, past all the walls I'd built up around myself. "I've been struggling," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "With food, more that I was struggling with it at City and I don't know what's wrong with me I'm just not hungry like I used to be" Steph squeezed my hand, her expression full of compassion. "You don't have to go through this alone, Chloé. I'm here for you, no matter what." I let out a shaky breath and I let out a choked sob, letting all my pent-up feelings pour out in a flood of tears. Steph held me close, offering silent support as I allowed myself to be vulnerable, finding solace in the warmth of Steph's embrace.

After I eventually stopped crying I started feeling a weight lift off my shoulders with Steph's words. For so long, I'd felt trapped in my own mind, battling thoughts I couldn't conquer on my own. "Thank you," I whispered, my voice filled with emotion. "For being here. For caring." Steph pulled me into another hug, holding me tight as if trying to shield me from the pain. Steph listened as I poured out my fears and frustrations, offering words of comfort and understanding in return. At that moment, I knew that no matter how hard the road ahead might be, I'd never have to walk it alone. Steph, Mapi the whole Barça team would be there for me, every step of the way.

We sat at the small dining table in the kitchen of my apartment, my hands trembling as I stared down at the plate of food in front of me. It had been weeks since I'd allowed myself to eat anything substantial, my mind consumed by the constant battle against my own body. My eating disorder casting a shadow over every bite I took. But now, with Steph I knew I'd be able to do it. Steph sat across from me, her expression gentle and her presence reassuring. She reached out, resting her hand on my shoulder and trembling fingers. "You've got this, kid. I believe in you." I nodded, swallowing back the lump in my throat that was tight with anxiety. I know I can't continue like this, trapped in a cycle of fear and self-doubt. I have to take back control of my life, starting with this meal.

With a deep breath, I picked up my fork. I hesitate for a moment, my heart racing in my chest, before finally bringing the fork to my mouth. With shaky hands, I took a small bite of the food, the taste foreign and unfamiliar on my tongue. Panic threatened to engulf me, but I forced myself to take another bite, and then another. Steph watched silently, her heart aching for me as I struggled to overcome the anxiety that haunts me. She knew that this meal was more than just food; it was a symbol of my strength and resilience.

I was taking back control, one bite at a time. Steph watched me with unwavering support, her eyes filled with pride. "You're doing amazing. I'm so proud of you. Just take it one bite at a time." She said before offering me a reassuring smile. I managed a small smile and nodded. I know I still have a long journey ahead of me. My grip on the fork tightened as I forced myself to keep eating. With each bite, I felt a little bit stronger, a little bit more in control. The weight of my eating disorder felt a little lighter, the darkness receding just a bit. For the first time in a long time, I allowed myself to hope for a future where food wasn't my enemy, but simply a source of nourishment and joy.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I pushed the plate away. I'd only eaten half the plate but my stomach feels uncomfortably full but my heart felt lighter than it had been in weeks and I felt a sense of renewal wash over me. I looked up at Steph, tears welling in my eyes. "Thank you," I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. "For being here. For helping me through this." Steph pulled me into a hug, holding me tight.

Word count: 1081

A/n: does anyone want the first few chapters of my Mapi x OC story