Woso Oneshots

The old freind, Katie McCabe.

Right, I know you lit have just given me a thousand requests, but this idea is fun, so imma write it. If it's shit, I've had a few drinks, blame it on that.

Also, most of the requests I've got have been about periods. And I don't wanna be repetitive and write each one, so I'll have a think and see if I can squash them all together, sort of.

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Y/n's pov.

Okay, why is it that I'm always expected to make the first move? Just cause I've got short hair does not mean I'm a man. And anyway, it's the twenty-first century. Why should a man still make the first move.

Honestly, it's all Leah ever bloody talks to me about, making the first move. Best friends are supposed to be supportive, but this is borderline torture. In fact, I'd rather be tortured than listen to her yap for hours about the same thing.

I mean, I think Katie likes me back, but what if she doesn't. I don't like being rejected. It ruins my reputation. And I need to keep that.

Leah said we're having people over later, not sure who, she was very secretive. Strange for a person who can't keep her fucking mouth shut.

Suppose I could ask whatever normal person is here, if there are any. Doubt it. Leahs mates are fucking weird man.

So, I don't know when these people are meant to turn up, but luckily, Stephs here first, and Leah is still getting ready, so that gives me time to question her slightly.

'So Steph, I've got this friend who really needs advice, and I'm not the best at advice, so can you help?' Well, I can't let her know it's for me, can i?. She might tell someone.

'Depends, what advice does your friend need?' She smirks. Why is she smirking? Strange.

'She really... really fancies this girl she works with.' I tell her.

'Oh yeah, where does she work?' She asks, again with the smirk. What is wrong with her today?

'She's a footballer.' I am literally so good at lying, I swear.

'Just like you.' She nods along. See, she's believing me. 'That's why you're friends, got a lot in common.'

'Yes. Loads. Anyway... my friend really wants to ask this girl out, but she's not sure if she fancies her back. Plus, she's got this really weird rule about not dating people she works with.' I explain. Yeah, I should've mentioned that. But, I swear she likes me, man.

'Rules are made to be broken, Y/n.' That's not what she says when I get into a scrap on the pitch. 'Your friend should just do it.'

'Yeah, I'm going to.' She tilts her head. 'I mean, I'm gonna tell my friend she should just ask her out. I mean, he could get run over by a bus tomorrow.'

'Or fall down a well.' Interesting.

'Yep. Or that.' I shrug. Hang on. 'You know who I'm talking about, don't you, Steph.' She nods. Really thought I had it then.

'I've given a lot of advice in my day, I know when to read between the lines.' I nod along. 'It's Alessia, isn't it?'

'No.' I squint my eyes at her.

'Emily?' Right, what is she on?

'No, man.' I stutter in disbelief. It looks like I'm still safe, though.

She looks at me in shock and points to herself, mouthing 'me?'

'Yeah, I'll see you later, Steph.' Strange woman, man.

I think I need to sit in a dark room and try to get some braincells back after that conversation. The only advice I got out of it was tell her because I might fall down a well.