Alessia Russo Oneshot

Don't Mess with the Brick Wall's Friend

It was a night of celebration for the Arsenal team—a bonding night at one of London's trendiest clubs. The music pulsed through the venue, blending with the laughter and chatter of teammates who'd just wrapped up a successful season. Among them were Alessia Russo and Y/N, who had forged a close friendship over the past few months. They had both embraced the night with enthusiasm, taking full advantage of the freedom and camaraderie that came with it.

As the night progressed, Y/N and Alessia found themselves separated for a brief moment. Y/N was sitting with Beth, Leah, Viv, and Kyra at a nearby table, their drinks in hand and conversations flowing effortlessly. Alessia, meanwhile, had ventured to the bar alone to fetch a round of drinks for the two of them.

From across the room,a man approached Alessia at the bar. At first, it seemed harmless enough—just a casual exchange between strangers. But it quickly became clear that Alessia was uncomfortable. The man's advances were increasingly aggressive, and he seemed oblivious to her disinterest.

Beth nudged Y/N, pointing discreetly towards the bar. "Hey, Y/N, check this out."

Leah's eyes narrowed. "Isn't that Alessia over there? That guy's really pushing it."

Viv nodded in agreement. "She doesn't look too happy."

Y/N's gaze shifted immediately. Alessia was clearly uncomfortable, her body language shrinking away from the man's advances. Without a second thought, Y/N pushed through the crowd and made her way over.

As Y/N approached, the man's eyes flicked towards her with annoyance. "What's your problem?" he snapped.

"Step away from her," Y/N said firmly, positioning herself between Alessia and the man. "She's not interested."

The man sneered, "Oh, look at you, playing the hero. You're just a bitch for interrupting."

Y/N's anger flared, and before she could think better of it, she grabbed the man by the collar and yanked him off his barstool. The bar went silent for a moment as everyone turned to watch. Y/N didn't hesitate—her fist connected with the man's face in a quick, brutal punch.

The man retaliated immediately, landing a punch that split Y/N's lip open. The pain was sharp, but Y/N's focus remained on the man. A full-blown fight broke out, and the commotion attracted the bouncers.

Katie and Steph arrived just in time, pulling Y/N away from the fray. The bouncer managed to drag the man out of the club, and order was slowly restored.

As the adrenaline began to wear off, Y/N staggered over to Alessia, who was now surrounded by the concerned girls. Alessia looked up with wide eyes, clearly shaken. Her gaze dropped to Y/N's busted lip.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Alessia asked, her voice trembling slightly.

"I'm fine," Y/N said, trying to smile despite the pain. "I just didn't like seeing you uncomfortable."

Alessia's eyes softened. "You didn't have to do that. But... thank you."

Beth stepped in, her expression serious but caring. "You took a hit there. Let's get you some ice."

Leah and Viv nodded in agreement, guiding Y/N to a quieter area of the club where they could tend to the injury.

Steph and Katie hovered nearby, ensuring everything was okay. "You've got a real talent for making a scene," Katie said with a smirk, though her eyes were filled with concern.

Y/N chuckled, wincing as the ice touched her swollen lip. "Just doing what friends do, I guess."

Alessia, still visibly shaken, gently touched Y/N's arm. "I really appreciate it. I don't know what I'd have done if you hadn't come over."

Y/N shook her head, wincing slightly. "You don't have to worry about that. I've got your back, always."

As the night went on, the team rallied around Y/N and Alessia, ensuring that the rest of the evening was enjoyable despite the earlier incident. The fight had been a stark reminder of the fierce loyalty and protection that Y/N had for her friends. And as the club's lights dimmed and the music continued, Y/N and Alessia knew that their bond was stronger than ever.