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raven2012 · 1 day

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-10 Years-

You were standing on the pitch looking at the people, standing in the stands.

It was the Champions League final of 2014.

Wolfsburg vs Barcelona.

This was your dream coming true, at seventeen you were playing for one of europe's biggest Womens football teams and you were on your way up.

You started warming up when you saw her, you were instantly mesmerized by the brunette beauty.

She was warming up and talking to a teammate when she laughed and you could see her beautiful smile.

You couldn't take your eyes off her until a teammate of yours told you to come to the tunnel and get ready to walk out.

Once you got into position in the tunnel, you saw her again.

But this time she caught you looking and shyly smiled at you.

Your heart fluttered, you desperately wanted to talk to her but now you had to focus on the upcoming final.

53rd Minute, the first half was boring other than a yellow card for your teammate Alex Popp, but now you were sprinting down the right wing. You dribbled past the defenders and shot, the ball was supposed to meet one of your teammates heads, but instead it flew further and curved over the keepers fingers into the goal.

You sprinted into the arms of your teammates, you couldn’t believe it you just shot your first Champions League goal, and that in a final.

After the game was over and you got your medals, you were standing on the field, looking around yourself and taking it all in.

You turned around and saw that beautiful smile that made your heart flutter. You quickly turned back around, hoping that she didn’t catch you staring at her.

Suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder, you turned around:,, Hola Hermosa’’ You were met with those beautiful eyes:,,H..hi’’ You stuttered and readiness shot up your face. ,, Would you maybe swap shirts with me?”, she spoke in with that beautiful accent of hers and your face only grew more red.

You quickly nodded and took off your shirt she followed and suddenly you were met with the body of a goddess and you couldn't tear your eyes away from her torso. You felt her looking up and down your body until she put your shirt on:,,Adios, hermosa, I'll see you again.” She leaned in and gave you a light kiss on the cheek.

You put her shirt on and tried to stop the blush that crept up your cheeks:,, Scheisse” you cursed at the realization that you had a crush, a crush on a hot spanish lady who is on the way to being on of the best footballers ever known in history. You really were in deep shit.

You were playing at Olympic Lyon now.

And as history likes it, it was the Champions league final of 2018 and you met Alexia , now your Girlfriend, at the stadium.

It was actually quite funny to you that you kept your relationship a secret for almost 3 years now. No one knew, only a few close family members. You both were in your own bubble, you flew over to Barcelona as often as you could and Ale came over as often as she could.

Your love life were lazy mornings, secret messages and meetings.

That’s how you found yourself in this situation. In a storage closet of the stadium you were playing in.

Ales lips were on yours and your hands on her waist:,, I missed you so much Amor’’

She kissed along your ear while whispering. ,,Me too Schatz. I love you so much Schatz’’, Your head snuggled into the crook of her neck and you just enjoyed the warmth that radiated off her, she loved when you used her as a human pillow. You would randomly lay your head on her lap or her shoulder or bury it in the crook of her neck.

,,,How long do you think we can keep this up? I mean like staying a secret?’’, you ask the love of your life because that's what she was, the love of your life and you were so freaking sure of that.

She kisses your head:,, As long as we want to mi amor’’ We stayed like this for a few more minutes before we went our separate ways to our changing rooms.

It was all over now. Lyon won the champions league. you did it again, your second champions league title.

After you let that sink in you realized the love of your life just lost the champions league final. The next thing you did was walk over to your love and close your arms around her:,,You played so well my love. You were amazing. I love you so much.’’

She looked up and you saw the tears in her eyes. You quickly looked around if anyone could hear you: ,, I love you mi amor. And you're not sleeping at your hotel tonight. You will come home with me and then i’ll let you do whatever you want to me.’’ I whispered the last bit into her ear and could immediately see her smirk and the lust in her eyes.

,, Sí, mi amor. Te amo.’’,with that Ale went back to her teammates.

The next morning you were really happy to have the day off because you literally couldn’t walk after Alexia had her fun with you…

After months of hard work it was finally the off season and you had booked a romantic getaway for you and your girlfriend. You planned everything months in advance.

You wanted it to be perfect because in a few hours you would propose to the love of your life.

The hotel room had been decorated by the staff in a very romantic manner. Rose petals were laid down in a heart shape on the balcony.

From the balcony you could directly see the Eiffel Tower.

After your flight and a short taxi ride you and Alexia stood in front of the hotel room door. Before you opened the door you made Alexia put down her luggage and turned her around, back facing the wall.

You then unlocked the door. You made sure she had her eyes closed and led her into the room.

You leaned up and kissed her neck lightly. ,,Open your eyes’’,you whispered into her ear.

,,Oh Amor, it’s beautiful’’, she turned around and kissed you with immense passion.

You pulled away:,,Baby we can do that later, first we have a wonderful dinner to enjoy’’, she pouted until she heard that there was dinner for you both.

You lightly chuckled at that and led her to sit down on the sofa and brought both your suitcases into the bedroom.

You both sat on the sofa for a while embraced in each others arms. When dinner came you sat down at the table and enjoyed it.

After dinner you put on perfect by ed sheeran over your music box:,,Dance with me mi amor’’ You took her hands and put them around your waist, your hands found her neck and rested there.

When the song stopped you kissed her deeply. You suddenly became very nervous as you remembered the ring in your back pocket.

You took a deep breath and led Alexia outside.

You stood on the balcony opposite of Alexia.

You took her hands in yours:

,,Mi amor, you are the love of my life. I have known that since the moment I first saw your beautiful face in that stadium. Whenever I see you everything lights up. You make my world brighter mi amor, without you the light would be missing. We helped each other through wins and losses and I couldn’t imagine my life without you and I don’t want to imagine my life ever without you.’’

I got down on one knee and pulled the ring out.

,,Alexia Putellas Segura, mi amor, love of my life, mein Schatz: Quieres casarte conmigo?’’

She had tears running down her face before pulling you into a kiss: ,,Si mi amor, I will, i love you so much!’’

Now years later, you just transferred to Barcelona to be with your wife.

None of your teammates knew, but that would change today.

You were with the higher ups signing your contract while Alexia was just arriving at the changing room. She was wearing her wedding ring for the first time around the team.

She was putting her things down in her cubby when she heard Frido: ,,Alexia! Is that a wedding ring?’’

She took her hand in her own and inspected the ring. That’s when the rest of the team realized what was just said.

But before Alexia could say anything you walked through the door. Alexias face lit up once she saw you and she quickly made her way over to you:,,Hola mi amor.’’

She lightly pecked you on the lips.

Alexia put her arm around your waist as Aitana asked: ,,How long have you been together?’’

,,10 Years’’

#woso fanfics #woso #woso x reader #alexia putellas

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bottomseareef · 4 months

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You know now that I think about it Maxson was most definitely groomed and manipulated to be the way he is Fallout 4. There’s no way he got to that position without someone whispering in his ear he was 10. Plus all of his achievements sound like made up propaganda. Like he did not kill a Deathclaw single handedly at 13 who does he think he is Mama Murphy? Although the Deathclaw story could unironically be a lie he told to sound cool and can no longer back out of because it’s gone on for so long I mean he’s canonically lied about getting a kill before.

But I don’t know. I just know there’s definitely some shady shit going on in the East Coast Brotherhood ever since the Lyons died.

#arthur maxson #elder maxson #fallout #fallout 4

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jackhues · 3 months

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in love love - alex lyon

notes: this is part of @wyattjohnston's winter fic exchange, and written for the amazing @2manytabsopen !! this is my first time writing for alex and honestly first time writing in a while, but i had lots of fun with this and i really hope you like it <33

summary: 3 times the world realized alex was in love with you + the 1 time you realized it

word count: 2.7k

likes are good, reblogs are better <3

gif not mine

you and alex had known each other your whole lives. as long as you could remember, it was you and him. sure, you both had friends that came and went, but at the end of it all, it was the two of you who made it through.

you made it through your elementary years, all the way to college, and now even beyond. despite graduating early, alex was still in contact with many of the friends you both made in university. it was a good thing too, because you could just go together to all the events you were invited to.

“i don’t know what i was thinking, making so many friends,” you muttered to yourself, nursing your drink.

it was late at night, and you were no longer the same person you’d been at college. instead of pulling all-nighters and partying with the crowd, you wanted to be in bed once it was dark.

“are you tired?” alex turned to face you. “we can go home if you want.”

“that’s okay,” you smiled tiredly at the tall boy. “it’s not like we get to meet up with them often. it’s been a long time since we were all out. we can stay.”

“you sure, love?” he asked, eyebrows knit in concern. “you look ready to drop.”

“i’m fine,” you promised. at his unconvinced look, you continued, “really, i’m okay. i think i just need another drink.”

“i’ll get you one,” he offered immediately, heading up to the counter to get your drink.

unbeknownst to you, some of your college friends were giggling to each other, wondering if the two of you were finally together.

“i mean, they have to be, right?” one of them whispered. “they’ve both got heart eyes for each other.”

“alex isn’t even trying to hide it,” another one laughed a little. “good for them, i guess. i always knew he liked her.”

you smiled once alex returned with your favourite drink, handing it to you.

“a special drink, for a special lady,” he grinned.

“thank you,” you took it from him, taking a sip.

indeed, all you needed was a little something in your system to get you going. you took alex’s hand, leading him to the dance floor where you ended up spending most of the night.

after some time, alex broke away from you, drifting to the edge of the dance floor and allowing himself a moment to admire you.

“so? you two finally together, huh?” one of alex’s old teammate’s wiggled his brows, sliding up next to the goalie.

“what? me and y/n? no — no, we’re just friends,” alex insisted.

“oh, really?” he asked, looking between the two of you. “i guess i haven’t seen you guys in so long, i forgot how close you were.”

alex nodded, despite the lump in his throat, before excusing himself to get some air.

your friends exchanged glances at that interaction — at alex running away, and at you now dancing with another friend, clueless to it all.

“well shit,” one of them muttered. “he’s in love with her, and he knows it.”

“but does she?”

ii.

“here, let me get that for you.”

“thank you,” you smiled as alex took the plates from your hands, placing them in the sink.

you were at a family friends house, inviting alex along to celebrate with them. since most of your family lived further away, you often celebrated the holidays and other events with them. alex was someone you’d known your entire life, and by extension, your family and family friends knew about him too.

after years of trying to convince you to bring him along to one of these gatherings, you finally caved in. it wasn’t that you were embarrassed of alex. if anything, you were a little embarrassed of your family friends.

not in a bad way. they were just loud and talkative and much more rowdy than alex’s family. you were worried how well he’d fit in if he came along.

so far, he had proved you wrong, getting along with absolutely everyone there. the younger kids kept trying to steal him to play games, the older aunts and uncles doted on him — everyone loved him.

you took the broom out, getting ready to sweep around the house a little. everyone was busy cleaning up after themselves or gossipping with each other. might as well make yourself useful.

“here, let me do that,” alex appeared next to you, reaching for the broom.

“it’s alright, i got it,” you assured him. “besides, you’re the guest. go sit and talk with the older people. i’ve got this.”

“y/n,” he said your name in a strict tone. “give me the broom, i’ll sweep up around here. you’ve been on your feet all day, take a seat and let me do this.”

you narrowed your eyes at him, realizing he wasn’t going to budge. “okay, go grab the dustpan. i’ll sweep, you collect it, okay?”

alex sighed, “all right, fine. but you’re sitting down and hanging out with everyone after this. no more work for you.”

“alex, that’s not how it works—”

“if someone needs you to do a chore, i’ll step in,” he said in a strict tone. he softened his voice, “you did a lot today, okay? i can do a little bit of work around here too. i’m not entirely useless, you know?”

you laughed a little, “i can think of multiple instances where you were entirely useless.”

“right now,” alex amended. “i know how to sweep and do the dishes and stuff. i couldn’t help you out in the morning, but i can now. so let me, please.”

“okay, okay,” you raised your hands in surrender. “i’ll sweep and then take a seat. happy?”

“very,” he grinned, happy that he’d finally won this argument.

behind you, one of your cousins shared a look with their sibling, wondering if anyone else just saw what happened.

“that’s so weird,” one of them whispered.

“i wonder how long it’ll take for them to get married,” another thought aloud.

“oh, he’s in love love,” another one muttered.

they looked at you, sweeping the floor with a little smile on your face, and behind you, alex watching you with the same smile on his face. it was so painfully obvious, just by the way he watched you.

“i hope she realizes it soon.”

iii.

“come on, come on, come on,” you grabbed alex’s hand, pulling him along.

there was a new cafe that opened down the street, and based on the reviews, it had some really nice hot chocolate. alex was the one who’d found their page on instagram, forwarding the message to you.

so of course, you dragged him along for your first visit.

the interior of the cafe was chic, with a checkerboard floor and a cozy interior. you immediately claimed one of the couches at the store, scanning the qr code for the menu.

before you even opened it up, alex spoke, “you’re getting a hot chocolate?”

“i didn’t even look at the menu yet,” you rolled your eyes.

“yeah, but it’s why you came here, right?” he asked. “to try their french hot chocolate?”

you opened your mouth to argue, but simply sighed. “yeah, that’s why i came here.”

“that’s what i thought,” a satisfied smirk appeared on alex’s face. “so, one french hot chocolate for you, and one cinnamon hot chocolate for me.”

you gave him a thumbs up in approval, letting him place the order at the counter while you saved your seats. you pulled out your phone, scrolling a little as you waited for alex to return.

near your seat, an older woman smiled to herself, waving to her own husband at the counter giving their order. she remembered their earlier days together, when her husband first learned her order and immediately went to the counter. it might be a really small thing to someone else, but she’d associated that act with his love for her. she wondered if one day you’d do the same thing with alex.

“i’m back,” alex announced his return as he took a seat next to you.

“yes, i can see that,” you replied.

he flicked your forehead, “congrats, you have eyes.”

“you’re such a child,” you laughed.

“you’re just jealous because you’ll be old and wrinkly while i stay young and hot.”

the two of you kept it together for three seconds, before bursting out into laughter.

your waitress smiled to herself, placing your drinks on the table in front of you. the cafe was new and it didn’t get many customers yet. seeing you two in here laughing loudly warmed her heart.

she wished she’d get to experience that kind of love one day, with someone who looked at her the way alex looked at you. as if he’d seen the entire world and decided you were his favourite thing in it.

“enjoy your drinks,” she smiled at you two, heading back.

“thank you,” you smiled at her, reaching for your hot chocolate.

you smiled at the sight of how delicious the hot chocolate looked, reaching towards it as if it were gold. to you, it might’ve been.

the second you took that first sip, you sighed in content, melting back into the couch and closing your eyes.

“so, it’s delicious?” alex asked, taking a sip of his own. he blinked in surprise, “okay, wow. this is pretty good. you know, y/n, i think you were onto something when you fell into that hot chocolate obsession.”

“i’m always right,” you grinned, turning your head to look at him.

alex caught his breath at the sight of you. after all these years, and you still managed to make him speechless with just a look.

“always,” he merely agreed.

you smiled triumphantly, going back to your drink. around you, the people whispered — they always whispered the same thing, but you never heard it.

“they’re so cute,” one person would whisper.

“oh, he’s so in love with her,” another would say.

“too bad she doesn’t even know it,” one would sigh.

“she knows it, she just doesn’t realize it,” another would respond. “she doesn’t even realize how in love she is with him.”

and alex would hear it all, and he’d keep his mouth shut. because whether you knew or whether you didn’t wasn’t the question.

the question was whether you’d do anything once you did realize.

iv.

you looked at your caller i.d., trying not to cry at the sight of alex’s face.

even though you saw him a day ago, the sight of him was so comforting to you. especially after the shit day that you were having at work.

“hello,” you answered, wanting nothing more than to hear his voice on the other end of the line.

“hey — wait, what’s wrong?” he asked. you could imagine the furrow in his brow, the exact face he was making as he continued. “are you crying? y/n, are you okay?”

“i’m fine,” you promised, taking a deep breath. “it’s just — it’s been a long day alex. i’m happy you called, i needed to hear your voice.”

“anytime,” alex responded immediately. “i’m always here for you, you know?”

“i know,” you smiled to yourself, because he was. “what’s up with you though? why’d you call?”

“i was just calling because i was bored,” he responded a little sheepishly. “i wanted to bother you a bit.”

“instead you’re comforting me,” you laughed a little.

“it’s an honour to do so,” he responded, followed by a small thwack sound. you laughed, imagining him pounding his chest to play the part, even though you couldn’t even see him.

the two of you continued talking for a bit, until you finally ended the call. you took a deep breath, looking at the time on your phone. two more hours, and then you were free.

you locked the door behind you, placing your bag and keys down.

you were finally home, and ready to put this long day behind you. except now that you were inside, you could hear some noise from somewhere in your house. music was playing softly and a familiar voice was singing along. the smell of something baking made its way to you — banana bread, you thought happily. after a long day, you needed something like that to cheer you up.

you followed the source of the noise, stopping at the sight of alex in the kitchen making banana bread and singing along to the song. you watched him for a minute, smiling to yourself as he spun around and put on a little show.

when the song ended, you clapped, laughing as alex jumped at the sudden noise.

“bravo, that was beautiful!” you cheered. “encore, encore, encore!”

“ah, as much as ii would love to do so for my wonderful fans, the banana bread i am baking for a very wonderful woman will burn if i don’t take it out now,” he spoke in a posh accent before reaching into the oven, pulling the tray out and setting it to cool.

you looked around at the kitchen, noticing for the first time how spotless it was. you’d left some dishes this morning because you were in a rush, and you were pretty sure you made a mess last night while cooking dinner. you were normally pretty clean, but you were just in a lazy mood these past few days.

“did you clean the kitchen?” you asked alex.

he looked up at you, shrugging to himself, “yeah. when you said you had a bad day, i wanted to make you feel a little bit better. so i came over, cleaned a bit, and cooked.”

“thank you,” you whispered, your heart heavy with too many unspoken emotions.

“you’d do the same for me,” alex shrugged.

it was true. you had done and would continue to do the same thing for him. people often thought you two were just friends, but you were so much more than that. you were everything for the other. alex was the one you’d run to when you got good news or bad news. you were the one alex would find for comfort or to share his joy.

you never questioned it, but you finally realized that somewhere along the way, with the jokes and the laughter and the unbreakable friendship, love had also blossomed.

“y/n?” alex called your name. “are you okay?”

you blinked up at him, realizing that you’d basically zoned out in the middle of the kitchen. lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t know how to reply.

and so you blurted out, “are you in love with me?”

alex froze, staring at you for long enough that you began to wonder if you wildly miscalculated. maybe those lingering gazes and longer than necessary hugs were something you imagined. maybe you two were just friends in his eyes.

“and if i was?” he asked, he met your eyes, not a hint of hesitation in them. “if i was in love with you for as long as i could remember, longer than i even knew what the word meant? that i’ve been waiting for you to notice for years now? what would you say?”

you looked at him, trying to tell if he was joking. it didn’t look like he was.

“i’d say why didn’t you tell me years ago?” you responded honestly. “that way, we’d already be past then. and then… and then i’d tell you to kiss me already because i’ve been in love with you for a long time too.”

alex stared at you, trying to figure out if you’d actually just said that. you hear practically the gears turning in his head, you could imagine the questions he was asking himself.

“it’s not a dream,” you smiled, answering his biggest one.

“oh thank god,” he muttered to himself, reaching you in two long strides.

you gasped as his hands grabbed your waist, your own arms reaching up to grab his shirt. without a moment of hesitation, alex leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a kiss just as sweet as the confession.

oh, he’s in love, you thought to yourself with a little smile.

it’s okay, because so were you.

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kingdomofblodfest · 7 months

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✘;- ꒰ ° Come on, just drink it~ ꒱.

BLODFEST (Sounded as 'BLOODFEST') [KR: 블러드 페스트] is a seven membered boy group under CreativeColor Entertainment. The group is well known for their mix of vampire royalty and kingdom royalty aesthetics and concepts. They debuted on October 13, 2021 with the single 'Drink It'.

꒰✘ ┊ @ BASICS! ꒱

COMPANY || CreativeColor Ent.

DEBUT DATE || October 13, 2021

DEBUT SONG || 'Drink It'

GROUP GREETING || 'Kingdom come! Hello, we are BLODFEST!'

OFFICIAL FANDOM NAME || CROWNS

OFFICIAL FANDOM COLOR || Matte Black, Blood Red, Crimson Red

꒰✘ ┊ @ SOCIALS! ꒱

YOUTUBE || BLODFEST 블러드 페스트

TIKTOK || ourkingdomcome

INSTAGRAM || blodfestofficial // ourkingdomcome [members]

TWITTER || blodfestofficial [Staff]/ ourkingdomcome [members]

FANCAFE || BLODFEST Official

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ROOM ONE: Alex, Lyon, Heirin

ROOM TWO: Atlas & Hua

ROOM THREE: K.C & Minhyun

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patriwoso · 9 months

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Are you flirting with me? • Lena Oberdorf

Your long distance girlfriend, Lena, comes to watch your game against FC Barcelona

“Pick up” You grumble, the facetime ringtone going on longer than you liked.

“Hey baby” She spoke, your favourite sound. “Sorry I left you hanging, my mom was on the phone.”

You bite you lip softly, fiddling with the drawstring on the hoodie you were wearing, her hoodie.

“Don’t worry, your here now. I missed your face.” You smirk softly.

“Are you flirting with me Miss Y/L/N” She gasps.

“Maybe I am, Miss Oberdorf.”

The next morning, your alarm wasn’t much help.

“Y/N!!” Gio shouts, barging through the door. “Wake up!” She throws a pillow at you.

“Fuck Gio” You groan, throwing the pillow back but completely off target.

“Spent too much time on call to you lover girl eh?” She teased.

You stuck your finger up at her then flopped your head back onto your pillow.

“What are you moping about?” Gio slumps beside you, trying to look at your phone to see who you were messaging.

“Hmm, nothing.” you quickly turn your phone off, not wanting her to see. “Why are you still up anyways, you said you were going to sleep.” You raise an eyebrow slightly.

Gio shrugged. “Got bored, came to make a drink.”

You fiddle with your phone case, eager for your own space to continue your message conversation.

“I went back to claim what was mine.” Gio looks at you.

“You what?” You look at her, confused.

“You used my face wash.. I just went to get it back. And i saw the polaroid on your cabinet.”

“Of….” You tried to act dumb but you knew exactly what she was talking about.

“You and.. Lena” She looked at you with an expression to tell you that you can let her know anything.

“Hmm” You hummed, blushing slightly.

“There was one of you kissing. Are you guys.. you know”

“Yes, well done detective Gio. Lena and I are dating.” You huff, admitting defeat.

“How long?”

“A year”

L x

I miss you ❤️

You

Miss you too pretty girl. Hope your flying over for my game at the weekend. I know your schedule is free 😉

L x

I’ll see what I can do x

You walked through the tunnel and out onto the pitch, standing beside Caitlin and Rafa as the UWCL anthem played throughout Emirates Stadium.

Wolfsburg had been knocked out of the competition at the quarter final stages by Lyon which meant Lena was able to fly over for your semi final game against Barcelona.

You didn’t know where about she was sat but you knew she was in the stadium. A member of the coaching staff managed to get you a couple tickets for the boxes for Lena and her friends.

When the whistle blew you played you absolute heart out. A sold out stadium against the best in the world and you dreams in the champions league all fell on this game.

You managed to score yourself a goal at the 27th minute but the enjoyment had been zapped right out of you when Aitana got an equaliser at the 34th.

Jonas’ half time team talk was simple. Keep possession and attack on the left, their weakest side.

You got out again, the ref blew the whistle and the second half began.

Foul after foul and finally the ref was on your side, giving Arsenal a free kick.

Frida took it and you got your head on the end, getting it past Paños.

You started celebrating, jumping onto your teammates, making it 2-1 at the 90th minute.

The ref blew the whistle and you looked up, confused. Then you felt your heart drop. 3 letters on the screen. VAR

“What!” You looked around, Lia’s hand falling onto your shoulder.

Lena was up in the crowd, her phone in hand and taking a video of the scene in front of her. When the ref confirmed the goal, you ran round the pitch. She smiled to herself, your jersey under her jumper.

“Well done, my girl.” She whispered under her breath.

The full time whistle blew and you had beaten the spanish side. You did a lap of the pitch and signed a few things for some fans.

A young boy asked for your shirt but you had to tell him you’d promised it to someone else. That someone in the crowd too.

You made your way up to the box Lena was in with Jule, Jill and Lynn.

“MVP MVP MVP” They started chanted.

You blushed and told them to shut up, embarassed as everyone looked at you.

You slipped your arms around Lena’s waist and buried you head into her neck. She whispered in your ear. “You are amazing, talented, a special girl.”

“Are you flirting with me, Miss Oberdorf.” You giggled softly.

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maxsimagination · 3 months

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𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 - 𝗹.𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘇𝗲

warnings: fluff, kisses

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it was the day of the finals for the women's champions league and i was super nervous. it was barça versus lyon and i had been selected to be in the starting eleven. i could never have imagined that i would ever be here, soccer was my dream when i was a kid, and now here i was. 21 years old, almost 22, and already playing a finals match.

from the moment i signed with barça, i knew this club was it for me. it was everything i had ever imagined and more. my teammates were amazing and they felt more like family than anything.

lucy was the first person i met at barça, she showed me around and introduced me to the rest of the team. we got along like a house on fire, the whole team was rooting for us when we finally got together. that was almost a year ago, and to say that lucy was nervous because of the age gap was an understatement.

it was a laughable matter to me because i had assured her that her age only made her that much more attractive to me. along with her abs. she had grinned down at me with a cocky expression in response to my words.

all these thoughts flowed through my mind as we drove to training. ona and kiera met us when me and lucy walked in together, exchanging fist bumps and hugs. there was an air about the team, something like confidence but with a hint of nerves. i must have been the only player that was actually freaking out, i was still new and much younger than some of the other girls.

i knew soccer but this is the finals we were talking about. lucy must have been able to sense the tension in me, because she came closer to my side and wrapped a hand around my waist.

"we can do it, you can do it." she whispered in my ear. it was like our mantra, a chant we whispered when we were nervous. i smiled up at her, so thankful i had her by my side. "thank you, luce." "okay lovebirds, let's go!" ona yelled out, herding is out of the changing rooms.

i just laughed at her antics and walked out with them. we got going immediately, jonatan had us going hard, but not too hard as to wear us out for the game in a couple of hours.

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we had just gotten to the stadium we'd be playing at, there was no one in the stands at all, they'd cleared it for an hour so we could warm up in peace. everyone else had their own pre-game rituals but the only one that i took on was laps around the field. i had my airpods and my music so it was a perfect fit.

i took off around the track, music blasting in my ears. it was a calming sensation, just running with nothing else going on around you. it helped me focus.

i kept running, until it was almost too much, finishing my warmup and stopped over by lucy, who was sitting on a soccer ball and fiddling with her water bottle. and she called me weird. "hey. you ready to crush lyon?" "fuck yea." she stood up to tower over me and the whole team was ordered off to the change rooms.

the fans were starting to trickle into their seats, and soon it was a full house. every seat booked out. my nerves were at an all time high.

everyone was almost ready and i put on my lucky boots, lucy had gotten them for me for my birthday last year and i'd won every game in them since. finally everyone lined up in the tunnel, ready to run out.

a hand on my back that i knew was my girlfriend, reassured me that we could do it. we could hear the commentators announce our team, and we started jogging out onto the field. everyone made it out and we all got into positions. the starting whistle was blown and we were off.

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it was half time, and the score was 1-0 to barça. with me and kiera in the mid field and lucy and ona defending, we were almost impossible to get through. kiera had gotten the ball from lyon, racing up the field and passing it to me. i took off and weaved my way towards the goal. their goalkeeper saw me coming and i knew i didn't have a clear shot.

kiera was there so i shot it back over to her, she kicked it forward but it hit a defender, ellie carpenter. she managed to get it away from the goal, but not far enough. i got it back again and booted it straight towards the net and it went in.

first goal of the game and i was elated. i ran down the field, straight for lucy, who caught me when i jumped towards her. we were now getting ready to head back out there for the last half. lyon was getting more aggressive, violent even. the weren't afraid to push, shove, trip or pull.

they tried everything to score a goal and eventually they succeeded. it was wendie renard who kicked it in, assisted by vicki bècho. i was getting pissed off now too. we just needed one more goal and we were in the lead.

it was the 60th minute of the game and i had the ball, racing down the field again. i was so close, and i had a clear shot, but just as i was about to kick, there was a shooting pain in my left leg. i fell to the floor and turned to see selma bacha run off with the ball.

she had sunk her cleats into my leg on purpose. the medics came running on to inspect the damage and what needed to be done. lucy was right by my side the second i went down.

eventually they helped me off the field and subbed patri on so they could ice my leg properly. i sat on the sidelines for a solid 15 minutes and did warmups to make sure i could go back on. they called aitana off so she could get a rest and i ran back on.

my teammates all gave me high fives as i ran past, happy i was back on. we only had another 15 left in the game before it went to extra time so i was desperate to score another goal.

we were so close to getting the ball back and when we did it was alexia, our captain, who was streaking up the field. not surprisingly, lucy was close behind her, and so were me and kiera. alexia couldn't get a clear shot so she passed it to me then to kiera. i moved further back on the field in case it rebounded again.

kiera still had the ball and was trying to play it around the lyon defenders, but they weren't easy to break. she kicked it back to lucy who took the chance to score and shot it straight into the net.

i was overjoyed and ran back up the field to where lucy was, screaming "that's my girl!" and just in time too, the last minute ticked over and the ref called it game over, we won. i slammed into lucy and she almost lost her balance but held onto me anyway.

i was probably more happy than she was, based off of my reaction. she had saved the game and scored the game-winning goal. all of our other teammates ran to us, including the ones on the sidelines and we all had a group hug.

it was the best experience ever, winning the champions league and scoring a goal in the final game. and i did it with lucy by my side.

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the ride home was amazing, everyone was so happy and lucy had the happiest expression i'd seen. we made it back to our hotel for the night and everyone immediately went to their own rooms, they were that tired. i refused and tagged along with lucy to her room so we could celebrate together.

we were comfortable together, lying on the bed in each others arms. i had drifted off into my own world just thinking of the huge accomplishment both me and her had achieved.

"what are you thinking of over there?" lucy's voice cut through my daydream. "you." i had a cheeky grin on my face to tease the older woman more. "oh really?" her eyes were sparking with desire as she turned on her side to face me. i shrank underneath her intense gaze.

"what about me, love?" i couldn't even get any words out, my throat had gone dry. lucy took things into her own hands and leaned forward to kiss me. it turned into an heated make out, our tongues battling against the other. she won that match and i opened my mouth to deepen the kiss. when we pulled apart, she only uttered one thing before diving back in.

"that's my girl."

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yeeterthek33per · 9 months

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Here we go (Steph Catley x Caitlin Foord x Reader)

Very Adulty, Minors DNI, Do not read if you don't want anything 18+,

You'll bounce back, minor part two, was requested.

*I will mark the sentence with a star if you wanna only read up until the spicy point, though.

The cheers of the stadium were ruthless.

Deafening even.

But none of that bothered any of you. All you cared about was the roar of your own teammates as you ran to meet them on the pitch, jumping into the waiting excited arms of your adoptive older sister. (Unofficial, but your family ensured that it didn't matter after their blatant disinterest in your life.)

Charlie's just about screaming in your ear when you meet her in the air, and you match that.

They did it... they beat Canada. Four to nil at that. None of you had been expecting a blowout, not against the olympic champions.

But here you were, standing on the green pitch of the stadium in Melbourne, watching as your teammates, your real family, surround each other, screaming into the electrified air of AAMI Park.

As you drop from Charlie's grip and give her head a slight rub to make sure she still feels fine, your gaze turns to the Canadians, watching as Vanessa Gilles sobs into her teammates, an old friend of yours, having spent your days at Cincinnati together.

You jog over to her, finding Ellie beat you to her Lyon teammate, holding her and telling her how proud she is of the defender.

You grab the girl as soon as she let's go of the aussie defender, pulling her into you and she buries her face into your jersey, you can feel the tears pouring from her eyes as she shakes softly. "Hey Van, I'm so proud of you hun, you've done so well. You played so hard and did the best you could."

You hold her and rub her back for a bit, whispering (more like just saying with the volume of the crowd at this point) words of encouragement to her.

She nods slightly against your shoulder as you do so. She let's go of you after a quick kiss to the temple, and she goes off to find her other teammates in the lockers.

From there, you continue comforting what of the canadian players you can and turn to your teammates beginning to make their rounds around the pitch for the fans.

Each of them have their moment with the crowd, firing them up, throwing their arms in the air. You chuckle watching as Teagan and Sam take their turns, and you run over to the group, taking the opportunity to run into Charlies side, wrapping your arm around her neck and fulfilling that promise you made her a week ago.

She wacks at you and takes off running when you give chase, laughing the whole way. It only ends when one of the training staff grabs her to chastise her for running around while she's on concussion watch as it is.

You only feel a little guilty, though.

As all sisters do.

Mini gives you a slight shake of her head, though, which has you laughing harder, amused but disappointed with you as she walks beside you now.

The shorter woman wraps an arm around you as a wave to the fans, the noise growing louder with each passing acknowledgement.

You're surprised you haven't been defeaned given the level of noise. The support was something you'd never be able to forget. The turnout was amazing, and the warmth it spread through you to see so many people come to watch this game.

"Oi, y/nn, you gonna go see 'em yet?" Mini subsequently points to Steph and Caitlin as they walk just ahead of you, arms around shoulders. You shake your head. "I'll find them later. Let them have this."

She only raises a brow at you, and hip bumps you. You chuckle, but don't explain.

You'd let them have their moment. They spent the entire game on, this was their time, and you could congratulate them later.

Eventually, once you all round the pitch, you return to where the family section was, watching as Katrina climbs the barrier to go see Harper and her fiance, your impromptu second mom now, and Sam goes to pick up her nephew and throw him in the air in the excitement.

You join them in celebrating after a moment, hugging Clara as she cheers into your ear. You're joined by Cha Cha moments later, Harper very indignantly insisting she goes to her favourite player now. Charlie, of course, that is. You pout playfully and tickle her when she giggles at your expression.

She eventually does climb into your arms and gives you the biggest hug of the day, you hold her tight and proceed to blow raspberries into her cheek to which she squeals and holds out for Mum to take her from you. "Mummy, save me!"

Katrina just laughs, and you give Harps over with a grin. Katrina gives you a kiss on the temple when you lean down to hug them both.

Waving your temporary goodbyes with the family, you slip over to Sam and her nephew, giving Sam a playful whack to the butt as you pass by them.

"Oi! Watch it, missy, there are kids here!"

You laugh when she tries to flick you, dodging just out of reach before making grabby hands for the child nestled in her neck. He turns to you and does the same, leaving Sam with a playfully offended look on her face.

She reluctantly hands him over, and you hug him tight before giving him back to Sam's sibling.

You pat her on the back and eventually move to observe your teammates, watching on as they all celebrate with their families. Emily, with her fiance, Ellie, with her dad, Charlie, with her parents and brother.

You know you have the girls, they're your family, you have your girls, Steph and Caitlin, and they're your family too, but you can't help missing what it was like to have your biological parents cheering you on from the sidelines.

They would come to all of your games, and you'd swear they were always the loudest in the crowd, faces painted green and gold and screaming for you with every touch you made.

Too bad that had to end.

They'd stopped coming the moment you announced you were dating a girl. They stopped talking to you. Their last words to you were, "Get out."

You'd been kicked out, and from then, Katrina was very quick to take you in. When she was transferred to the swedish league along with the birth of Harper, the two of you became thick as thieves, soon joined by Charlie and eventually welcoming in Clara.

As much as you missed the cheering, adoring family you once had, you would never exchange it for the family you have now, the one that treats like you like a real human being, with respect and all the love in the world.

Your eyes water a little, overwhelmed by how far you'd come since then, ever glad to have found the family you'd finally been dealt.

You wipe any remnants away quickly, though, and by the time everyone's finished, you're all being urged to return to the changerooms. All haggard but buzzing nonetheless.

The celebrations are rapid to return in the changerooms, dancing around to what you assume is one players speakers blasting Christina Aguilera's "Feel this moment." Being careful not to test your ankle too much with the movement.

You shout out the lyrics alongside your best friend, arm in arm, as beers are passed around for an hour or so. Come time to leave, and everyone's packing up their gear, you hear Tony yell out. "Alright ladies, party hard, but we need you back tomorrow, ready for recovery and our session with cryo. Congratulations, and I'm so very proud of you all."

Whoops and cheers fill the air as you all file onto the bus. You sit next to Hayley, wanting the calmer aura around the winger, as the air around the bus still buzzes with life. You're met with victory chants. (Courteously led by one Lydia Williams herself) and you’re met with cheers and screams around the bus all the way back to the hotel.

__________(stop here for no 18+ stuff at all)

By the time you've all returned to the hotel, you're all more than a little exhausted and slightly buzzed, and yet the others all call out plans to head to one of the local clubs, ready to party further.

You're left with Steph, Caitlin, Katrina, Sam, and Emily, the only group not wanting to exhaust yourselves any more than necessary.

All of you make your way up to your rooms, and you take the opportunity to shower off fully and slip out into the hallway, making your way down to your girls' room.

You're surprised when you don't even have to knock on the door before you're pulled into the room by hands from both girls.

Steph and Caitlin don't waste any time pressing you between them. Steph takes your lips with her own, and you let out a surprised hum against her. The striker behind you has you gripped by the hips, pulling you back into her as she nips at the skin on your neck.

You moan softly, and Steph slips away from your lips and moves kisses down your jawline, down the column of your throat and nips at the skin of your collarbone, tugging softly.

Letting out a breathy groan, leaning back into Caitlin, "I'm so proud of both of you, my group champs." Caitlin's breathy chuckle in your ear sends shivers down your spine.

"I think a little midnight feast is in order, don't you, Stephy?"

The look in her eyes says all you need to know.

*((Smut ahead))

((Seriously, if you don't wanna read smut, don't read ahead, the story ends at the star))

The defender smirks against your neck, looking up into the eyes of the girl behind you before stepping back from you completely to bring her hand up to your chin to tilt your head back to face her, locking gazes with you directly.

"I think, since you've so eagerly suggested as such, you should go first, pretty girl."

Behind you, Caitlin cocks a brow at the suggestion, barely waiting a second before she tugs at the hem of your shirt with a purr.

"Don't mind if I do."

You whine when you don't feel the warmth of your girlfriend pressed against your back. Your shirt is slipped off, and you're pushed back onto the bed with a heavy layer of eagerness.

Caitlin is quick to press down onto you and push you towards the middle before Steph nudges you to lean down on her front as your legs hang from the end of the bed. The striker's knees are pressed on either side of your hips, pinning your lower half to the matress, and she leans down to hover over you.

Her breath fans your neck for a moment as she kisses a path up your throat and takes your bottom lip between her teeth, tugging lightly at it before letting it go. Your chest is almost heaving at this point.

There's a lightheaded buzzing behind your eyes and heat settling in your gut as she kisses you again, sucking at your bottom lip to soothe her earlier ministrations. She then leans up to press a kiss to your other girlfriends lips, and Steph grabs her by the neck to hold her in place for a minute, Caitlin's tongue giving a cheeky swipe at her own, dragging a small groan from the defender.

Caitlin pulls away with a mischievous grin as she keeps her gaze locked with Steph's. She moves down to the floor, knees resting on the carpet as she moves to tug at your training joggers.

You all too happily lift your hips to allow her access, and when you go to grab her to urge her to move closer, you're met with Steph pinning your wrists to the bed below you.

You whine looking up at the defender. She simply chuckles, using your current position to hold you in place, distracting you just long enough for Caitlin to have grabbed you by the thighs to hold you down.

Their hands are hot on your body, and you feel like you're gonna combust at any point.

"Patience sweets, let her take her time, she's earned this meal, don't you think?"

And you can only whimper in response. Although something along the lines of a plea does come through, you're not entirely sure.

Everything feels so fuzzy, but in an ecstatic way.

Steph's lips on yours are grounding, yet they make your head feel light as you're settled back down onto the mattress. Steph's now sitting back on her haunches, hands still tight on your wrists, leaning over you.

Another kiss to your lips is enough of a distraction that the moment Caitlin's tongue makes contact, it has you keening and begging. It's on the fabric of your underwear, but it still has you gasping into the older girl's mouth.

The girl below you loosens her hold on your thighs, running her fingers gently over the skin above the waistband. She slips the tips of her them under the elastic, letting it snap back into place. Once. Twice. Three times. Your hips cant slightly the third time.

"Hold still for me baby." You let out a high pitched whine but keep your lower half planted firmly. She brushes the skin on the inside of your thighs, sending goosebumps down both of them. Before she sits up fully and

"Up."

You do as your told with little fuss, lifting up to allow her to tug the fabric down.

"Cait, please." It's breathy. It's almost whimpered out, but it gets your point across. She chuckles, but relents and her thumb comes into contact with your clit, pressing enough to have you moaning out loud. Steph hushes you softly. "Shhh pretty girl, we don't wanna be too loud. Wouldn't want to draw attention, would we?"

You obediently bite down on your lip, but it's then Caitlin decides is the perfect moment to lick a stripe up your slit and your mouth drops open. Steph is quick to let go of your wrist to silence you. Leaving your left hand free, but you only grip onto the white sheets, fisting them tightly.

The moan reverberates from your throat, though, and almost echoes in the room.

The smirk on the strikers face tells Steph that was entirely intentional. Not that you're paying much attention to that at this point. You can only focus on the feeling of her arms pulling your legs over her shoulders, holding her head closer to your centre.

"Careful."

It's a light scold, but Caitlin raises a brow cheekily. It's when she dives straight into your wetness, lapping at you before sucking harshly at your clit, that you know she'll be in trouble later. You're preening under the heat of her tongue, and her teeth have you shuddering when she tugs gently.

The knot in your stomach twists in on itself almost immediately, leaving you embarrassingly close to the edge already. She could tell immediately after she slips two fingers into you, pressing inside you just right, leaving you almost fluttering around the digits. Your chest is heaving, breath hot and heavy coming from your nose and into the palm of Steph's hand, intermittent with occasional cries of pleasure.

It's in this moment you realise she's dead set on making you cum as quickly as possible, though that doesn't surprise you given she's always competing with the other girl on how quickly they can get you to finish. You'd never had the heart to tell them who was winning that competition, besides, it certainly didn't hurt when they got into a competitive mood like this, especially with such a big win.

With a particularly harsh suck, and a loud keening whine escapes your throat, you're sent over the edge as your heels dig into the clothed shoulder blades of the girl below you and your other hands fingers intertwine with Steph's. Your hips buck against Caitlin's mouth, and she has to pin your waist down with her other forearm to hold you still.

You're still trembling when you come down, legs shaky as she places one last kiss to your clit before she's being pulled up by Steph into a searing kiss above you. The defender almost growls into the kiss, tongue quickly finding its way into the younger of the two's mouth.

When she feels you nudge her by the hip and your hands slip up under her shirt from beneath her, she pulls away, hand gripping Caitlin by the throat, not quite gentle but enough to cut off air.

"Since pretty girl here wants us to make some noise, I think we can put that mouth to use again. What do you think, puddin'?"

You pull yourself out from under them, hands tugging at her shirt as an idea pops to mind. You chuckle darkly.

"How about we turn that mouth into a nice seat for you?"

Caitlin's pupils dilate a little as she's holding direct eye contact with Steph and Steph's eyes darken with grin.

"Perfect idea, baby girl, down on the bed, pretty girl."

Caitlin can barely get a word out before her shirt and bra are basically tugged from her, and she's pushed onto the bed with a rough grunt. Though she has complaints. Steph steps off the bed for a moment to strip completely before she's hovering over the striker, head near the side of the mattress.

Unbeknownst to her, you're currently knelt in front of her, Steph facing you, watching as you give a smirk, gently running your hands over the muscled thighs in front of you, making her jump at the touch.

However, She's quick to pull the blonde brunette down onto her mouth, diving straight in and not wasting any more time than necessary. Steph has to quickly slap a hand over her own mouth to cover a moan as she leans down on the other, which is placed on Caitlin's abs.

Your eyes are hazy watching the two, and when you blink back to, you slip a hand back up to her slit, running a single digit over it before slipping it into her. Caitlin whines below the defender at your touch, urging you on with a small jump of her hips. You abide and slip another in, her warmth clenching around your fingers as you slowly move them. Your mouth soon joins when Steph lets out soft curses and words of encouragement. Which gives you another moment of clarity.

The moment you can feel Caitlin start to tighten around, you slow your ministrations, making the girl on the bed protest.

"Ah ah." You scold lightly. "You don't cum until she does pretty girl."

Your words make Steph herself moan, and she's nearly thrown over the edge by that alone, Caitlin on the other hand, just about doubles her efforts, tongue flicking harshly and sucking on Steph's clit, and you have a smug look on your face as you return to a moderate pace.

It's when Steph has to steady herself as her thighs tighten around Caitlins head that you curl your fingers just enough in a way you know makes the girl finish every time, paired with a particularly sharp suck and both of them tip over the edge, Steph cumming just before the girl below her, hand tight over her mouth to cover any noises leaving her, Caitlin's own moans being muffled by the girl on top of her.

With a shaky breath, Steph carefully pulls away from Caitlin's head after a tap to the leg from the girl and leans back against the headboard as both of them try to catch their breath, Caitlin more so given she was nearly smothered.

You slip up onto the matress with them, kissing both of them, honestly ready to call it in, but Steph has other ideas.

"Not yet, puddin', I think you still have a couple more in you."

Caitlin sits up suddenly with a grin. She looks directly at Steph with a knowing look, and the girl nods at her.

The striker pushes you back down onto the bed. This time, your head lay on the pillows as the other crosses the room to her suitcase, pulling out a dark green and yellow pouch.

What she pulls out of it both almost makes you laugh and moan at the same time. "Really?" Is what comes out instead.

They both laugh, and Steph shakes her head, "I'm not the one who picked it, but I didn’t mind. We have one in Arsenal colours already anyway."

The strap in her hand is bottle green and sparkly gold striped, which looks ridiculous, but at the same time, you can't help the pride you feel when you see it.

"Touché."

You grin as you watch her step into it, the harness, tightening it around her waist and legs. Caitlin is about to slip a pillow under your hips when Steph then motions for you to turn over onto your stomach instead.

This sends you reeling back into a dazed state almost, breath hitching when you feel her spread your legs out against the pillow now under your hips, bent back at the knees.

She grips your hips, pulling you just back enough to lift you up enough off the bed to get access to you. She runs her fingers through your folds, dipping two finger into you before bringing them back to her mouth to suck off the juices with a small groan.

She grabs the bottle of lube Caitlin had pulled out of the pouch for her and douses the dildo and a little bit in you as well. She spreads it evenly before tossing the bottle back to the striker.

One hand splayed in the dip in your back, Steph guides the dildo into you with the other before sinking down to the hilt. You gasp and gulp, trying to take in air as she fills you with the silicone toy, your hands gripping at the sheets as your face is buried into the them as well before turning it to the side to look at the mirror attached to the wall.

You watch as her hips press into yours deliciously, holding there until you can give her the go-ahead to continue. You adjust a little to give her more room to move, and she takes it, pulling out slowly and pushing back in a little harsher, leaving you to pant out her name.

She does it again, and you cry out this time as she does it repeatedly before setting a rough pace. She sets herself on her knees as her hips thrust into you roughly, one hand holding you hips, pulling you into her, the other gripping the back of your neck, pushing you into the matress.

Your moans turn louder, and you find yourself chanting Steph's name paired with swears as you clench your eyes shut with a grit of your teeth.

Suddenly, she slows much to your disapproval, and with a tut, she turns your head back to face the mirror. "Watch me fuck you baby girl, or you dont get to come again."

You nod, and she picks up her pace again, pounding you into the pillow, your ass bouncing every time she thrusts into you. It throws you closer with every nudge of your g-spot and sends you gasping into the open air of the bedroom.

"F-fuck Steph!".

Meanwhile, you can see Caitlin in the mirror, pupils dilated as she watches the defender fuck a you shaped indent into the matress. However, she slips off the bed, and you find out why, snatching up the underwear she tossed earlier, she balls it up and uses it to muffle you.

Your eyes roll back when she does, and Steph has to hold back her own orgasm at the sight, feeling you tighten around the strap, starting to push back to meet her thrusts. You almost push up to your elbows, but she only doubles down on you, and you cry out into the soaked fabric, vision blurring, and your thighs clench around hers from the back as your orgasm rips through you, Steph soon joining you afterwards with a muffled cry of her own, hips shuddering as she slows her thrusts, a slew of curses and praises leaving you preening as you just manage to hear them over your heart beating into your ears.

Caitlins hand rests on the girl's back, rubbing gently as she unclips the strap from her hips suddenly.

You shiver when the strap is pulled from you, and Steph has to push herself up to go sit on the other bed. However, you nearly protest hearing the clips of the strap being clipped back in again, and she turns you over onto your back.

"Jesus baby, I don't think I can-." You're cut off by your own moan when she kneels down to lap at you for a few moments, as she raises s questioning brow at you.

"I- oh- for the love of- oh- okay! Okay!" You just about squeak out.

She chuckles and lines you back up, hands on your hips, thumbs dipping into your hips bones to pull you down onto the strap once again.

Not waiting a second longer, she's pounding into you with the same ferocity, panting into your neck as she settles on her feet and elbows. Your legs wrap around her waist as she fucks you. Your vision is already starting to blur again, only this time the sensitivity is higher, leaving you canting and bucking as she takes you.

Your hands grip onto her shoulder blades, fingers digging into the skin of her back, panties still settled between your teeth. Your nails bite into her back, and she has to hold back a growl of pleasure. She loves it when you and Steph mark her, leave bites and scratches in her skin when she fucks you both. Her ego is only boosted by the shouts of pleasure she draws out of you two.

To which, when she hears you cry out louder, she fastens her pace, doubling down and angling her hips slightly more up to hit your spot better. With that, your vision goes flash hot white as you release with a muffled scream.

Caitlin cries out with you, hips jutting, and she moans when she feels the mess you've left on the fronts of her hips and thighs and the sheets below you.

Slowly moving to bring you down, she stops and waits for your breathing to slow as she pulls out of you. You gasp, finally feeling empty as the strap is unclipped and tossed at the suitcase once again, the girl just about collapsing on top of you, still placed with your legs around her.

Steph gets up off her own bed with a slight wobble, and that's when you notice the lack of feeling in your trembling legs. You let out a laugh of disbelief, and Caitlin can only smugly grin, one at having made you squirt and two at having left you with jelly legs. It's only happened two other times, and they were both times done by Steph.

You yank the pillow from under you both and toss it at the doorway to sneak into the wash later.

Steph helps you onto your side, having grabbed a cloth from the bathroom and carefully wipes you down.

If it wasn't for the fact they were professional athletes on a high, you'd be amazed by the energy they still had in them after all of that and 90 minutes of gameplay. After that, both of them clean themselves with a relatively quick cloth bath and settle back into bed with you as you begin to doze slowly. Caitlin settles against your back, and Steph settles against your front.

They both wrap their arms around you, bringing the single bed sheet up to cover what they can of the three of you. Your breathing finally recovered. You press a deep but slow kiss to Steph's lips, and Caitlin sits up on her elbow, so you do the same with her. The mumble whispered words of affirmation against your skin.

"God I fucking love you both."

They both laugh, hands caressing your face, shoulder and hip. "We love you too baby girl."

_________

Breakfast the next morning is a shit show. Emily can't quite look you all in the eye, though she does poke fun at Steph, and Sam lets rip into you about keeping her up for three whole hours. Katrina just shakes her head, rubbing her temples, glad she remembered earplugs for Harper before she left sweden.

The other girls who were out had returned just an hour later to find a dead looking Sam, Mini, and Em, and they all nodded at Caitlin and Steph's door. Of course, they all then just layed into the three of you, teasing and pointing out visible hickeys, Charlie poking the most fun at you, with several hickeys now visble on your collarbone as you sit there with your face in your hands at the day ahead of you all.

"Y/L! CATLEY! FOORD!."

"Oh shit." Caitlin.

Steph just facepalms.

Sam looks vindicated but slightly scared for you at the same time.

All the other girls just ooh and whistle at you all.

Except for Mini, she just slaps you upside the head and glares as you all walk away in a way that only mothers can.

All you can mutter as you all skulk into the meeting room where a furious looking Gustafson is standing, is.

"Here we go."

*Oh my lord, and we're done folks, here you guys go.

#steph catley x reader #caitlin foord x reader #steph catley imagine #steph catley imagines #caitlin foord imagine #caitlin foord imagines #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines

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maybe-limerence · 3 months

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Love and Possession

A/N: BUCKLE UP BUCKAROOS, THIS ONE IS FOR THE TRANSMASCS!

Tropes/dynamics: FTM darling x soft!yan! demon, possessive x docile, smut, pussy eating, overstimulation, possessive talk, p in v sex, soft dubcon, breeding

Terms and pet names used: hole, cunt, cock, baby, little pet, breeding boy, pretty boy

Boyfriend/demons name: Lyon

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❤️❤️‍🔥❤️❤️‍🔥❤️❤️‍🔥❤️❤️‍🔥❤️❤️‍🔥❤️❤️‍🔥❤️❤️‍🔥❤️❤️‍🔥

“Fu—ck” You moan.

Your demon boyfriend, Lyon, was in between your thighs. His long tongue working in and out of your hole.

“That’s it baby, keep making those pretty noises,” Lyon says, smiling at how undone you’ve come.

You grip at the sheets, another orgasm clawing its way through your body.

“Hm, is my baby gonna cum again?” Lyon hums out, sending vibrations straight through you.

Your hands started moving on their own, grasping your boyfriend’s horns, pulling him closer.

“Dangerous game you’re playing, little pet,” he says into your sopping cunt.

You give out a cry as you cum on his tongue.

You let out a few weak pants. While you squeeze your eyes close and try to catch your breath, your boyfriend climbs on top of you.

“Lyon, what are you. Oh fuck—“ you moan as your boyfriend’s cock eases into your hole.

“You wanna play dangerous games, huh pretty boy? You wanna tug on my horns like you didn’t want me to breed you?” Lyon teases darkly.

You weakly whine about how you weren’t ready for kids, how you were still broke, how you weren’t even physically prepared for them.

“Hush up love, I’m making you my pretty breeding boy” Lyon continued fucking into your sopping hole.

You clenched down at the term “breeding boy”.

“You say you, fuck, you don’t want kids yet your body says otherwise,” Lyon whispers.

Your brain could barely comprehend those words.

“Hm, you going stupid dear? Fucking you that good? That’s fine, I’ll just keep going til we’re both spent,”

Your hands scratched against his chest, making him let out a low groan.

His hips stuttered against yours, his arms caging your bodies together.

“Fucking hell, so good, so so good for me love” he groans as hot ropes of cum fill you up.

“Gonna claim you, gonna claim you inside and out”

Your mind fuzzy as you giggle absentmindedly.

It was going to be a long night.

#yandere #darling #oc stuff #yandere x reader #maybe limerence #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #ftm nsft #ftm smut #yandere original character #yandere oc

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mapileonxputellas · 1 year

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Jealousy (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

I think this might have been my favourite one so far! I hope the ending was suitable, I hate writing things in the future, I just feel like I'm pre-empting things so I couldn't include the final. Request can be found here. 4.7k words. Quite a long one!

Leaving Lyon was a tough decision to make. You were captain there for just over three years and more importantly they were your family. But you’d won all there was to win at the club and when Barcelona came with an offer it felt like fate was calling you.

You were billed as the star signing, the one who could fill the void by their own captain’s absence. You never wanted to be labelled as this replacement for Alexia, though you both played in the same position you were very different players. When news of her injury reached you during the Euro’s you couldn’t help but feel gutted you wouldn’t get to play alongside her.

The previous season has been kind to you, finishing the club season with a Champions League medal and going on to win the Euro’s, but as soon as you stepped foot into the Barcelona training centre you couldn’t help but feel different, in some ways complete. Thankfully the players were all very professional and only a few joking comments were made about your goal against Barcelona in the Champions League final.

You weren’t expecting to get the captain’s armband but Alexia’s absence as well as a few niggling injuries left you with the armband and your leadership was undeniable by the coaching staff.

Alexia herself had been a mystery to you, you’d seen her around the facility and at a few games but you never had the chance to speak to her.

But today that would change as today you were informed would be her first day back in group training, she had a long way to go to be back playing but you knew how big a step this was. Just over four years ago you had been subject to those three little letters, three letters which changed your life. You were excited for Alexia, the recovery process was so long and you were determined to make her first session back a good one.

You arrived at the training ground hours before anyone else was meant to be there to add some little changes. You bought a little welcome back sign to hang on her locker, sourced her favourite wine and chocolates for her to take home after and got all the girls to sign a card on their way in.

You watched on as she came in to get changed before training, letting all her friends shower her with congratulations as you got changed with Claudia one side of you and Patri the other.

“Have you met Alexia yet?” Claudia asked as you tied your shoelaces.

“No, well not properly. I don’t think being opposing captains counts.”

“She’s lovely, you’ll both get along.” Patri reassured you. “You’re both very similar.”

“I hope so.”

There was never a better time than the present and you waited back at the end as people flooded out to get the chance to speak to her alone and introduce yourself. Only when you locked eyes on her, instead of waiting for you to finish she made her way out of the dressing room.

You always gave people the benefit of the doubt and presumed maybe she thought you weren’t heading out, instead leaving you running after her. “Hey.” You started once you were level with the Spaniard, a single glance sent your way before she carried on walking. “I don’t think we’ve met before, well properly. I’m Y/N.”

“I know.” Ok you weren’t exactly expecting that, her lack of words was cold but her the tone made it all the colder. But sometimes to your downfall you were a painful optimist and maybe she was just having a bad day.

“Erm, how are you feeling? The team really misses you out there, everyone always talks about you and-“

“Listen OK?” She whisper aggressively, her fingers reaching out to grip your wrist. “I don’t need you to give me a debrief about my own team. I know them more than you ever will and things will change now.”

“Alexia I-“

“Stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours.”

It shocked you how much her words hurt. You dealt with anger all the time on the pitch, getting equally angry when defending your team but this felt different. This felt like a personal attack.

You tried to hide the hurt in your face as you reached the rest of the group in the gym, all stood in a circle waiting for their captain.

“I want to say a few words.” Jona said as you stood between Alexia and Ana. “Ale we can’t wait to have you back in the team. You’ve worked so hard up until now, one final push and you’ll be back out there in no time. Let’s finish this season strongly, I want a medal around all our necks at the end of the season.”

“We’ve captured the enemy now, of course we will.” Ana teased wrapping her arm around your shoulder. “The final piece of the puzzle.”

You stole a glance at the woman beside you and almost cowered back at cold eyes watching you and Ana. You tried to give her a reassuring smile as the rest of the group started chanting her name but that didn’t stop the frown on her face. When Jona brought out the presents you had bought on behalf of the group with the signed card you couldn’t help but notice you was the only one she didn’t thank, the only one who didn’t receive a hug. Not even a glance when you heard her asking Sandra about it.

“Oh Y/N sorted it out, she likes organising things like that.” Sandra commented not noticing the anger growing on Alexia’ face.

“Oh really.”

“Yeah that’s why she’s a leader.” The look that comment made could have turned you into stone.

One thing was for sure, this was definitely the biggest hurdle you’d encountered in Barcelona.

…..

The following day was the first time you got to witness the full La Reina effect on the pitch. But from minute one it felt like she was going out of her way to make your day horrible.

When you walked into the canteen that morning and lined up alongside her you hoped maybe yesterday had just been a bad day for her however as you found the frown on her face you knew that was not the case.

But whatever was going on you weren’t going to rise to her level and gave her the smile people often described as charming. “Alexia how are you this morning?”

“Fine.”

Wow the chat was scintillating. “I’m glad there’s one apple left I can’t start my day without one.” You said noticing the one apple left as you firstly got your scrambled eggs on toast. “What about you? Any traditions?”

“No.”

It shouldn’t have really been a surprise to you when you got to the end of the breakfast bar and found the fruit bowl lacking any apples and it really shouldn’t have surprised you when you turned around and found one sat on the tray in front of Alexia, a smirk on her face as she sat down.

“Ale I thought you never had an apple in the morning?” Jana questioned. “You never start the day without an orange.”

“It’s always worth a change.” Of course it was, not at all because of the comment you’d made.

“No apple this morning?” Claudia questioned when you sat down, the smirk only growing on Alexia’s face as she looked up at you.

“No there were none left.”

“Here have mine.” Frido pushed hers down the table, being received with a thankful smile from you. “Can’t have our little superstar without her favourite breakfast.” If looks could kill…..

It didn’t stop there.

During just the warm-up of the training session it felt like she was everywhere. The occasional shoulder barge into your side during the drills, the little nicks under your feet during the rondos, you were half surprised she hadn’t two footed you during the five-a-side match.

“Do you think it will be weird playing against Vicky?” Bruna asked Alexia during the water break referencing the former Barcelona captain now playing for Roma who you’d just been drawn against for the Champions League.

“It will be weird but you should all be confident. There’s no-one left who we shouldn’t believe we can beat. We were unfairly beat in that final but this year is different, none of those players would get anywhere near us when we’re at our best.”

Usually you would assume a comment like that would be made forgetting your link to that team but you knew Alexia’s game and you knew she made that comment directed at you.

“And now with Salma, Lucy, Geyse, Nuria we’re a better team.”

She was being horrible, malicious and it was all directed at you but you had no reason why. You’d been wracking your brains all night trying to find some kind of reasoning for her seemingly hating you. The two of you had never had a run in before, well at least that was memorable enough to have some kind of grudge. The two of you had been up for awards together but she’d always won, including this year’s Ballon d’or but even then on the flight there she must have already had some ill feelings towards you.

“Come on captain.” Vicky came up beside you tugging your arm. “Let’s win this match.”

Football has and probably always will be the out you have for your emotions. Feeling happy: go and pick up a ball. Feeling sad: go and pick up a ball. Right now with the mixture of sadness and anger running through your veins you picked up that ball and gave the small, sided game your all.

You weren’t a malicious player but you got stuck into every tackling, winning most and always being clean and fair.

Maybe that meant it was fair game in her eyes, fair game to give it her all as well. Make sure she left a mark on you, never going so far as to injure you but you knew tomorrow morning you would be covered in bruises from her tight marking on you.

“That was some battle.” Jona wrapped his arms around the pair of you as you walked off the pitch. “I don’t think we can play the both of you at the same time, it just wouldn’t be fair on the opposition.”

“Yeah.” You feigned an agreement knowing how much you wanted to play with Alexia before this all happened, now you weren’t so sure.

“Go and practice your free-kicks.”

The two of you joined Mapi at the far goal posts, Caro and Salma also staying back as the others did some rondos.

It was stupid you’d played in front of millions before, you’d lifted the biggest trophy in club football and yet you’d never felt nerves like practicing free kicks in front of the Queen herself. Thankfully you thrived under pressure and all three balls found their way to the back of the net.

“Way to go princesa.” Mapi found her nickname for you soon after you’d arrived thanks to your healthy addiction to a good beauty treatment. When you weren’t playing football on a Sunday you would more than likely be found in the local spa facilities.

Mapi and Caro made their way over to the corner flag to practice corner kicks leaving the two of you watching Salma line the ball up. “Maybe if you didn’t spend so much time getting ready you could spend some time on your shooting. Any good goalkeeper would have saved all three of them.” Alexia whispered in your ear.

“They were top bins Alexia.”

“Keep telling yourself that. We don’t settle for mediocracy here, remember that.”

“It’s a good thing the manager doesn’t think that. There’s a reason I’ve been sharing the duties with Mapi.”

“You two good?” Salma asked raising her eyebrows at our hushed voices.

“We’re fine thanks.” You assured the young girl. “I was just asking about the plans for travelling tomorrow.”

“Good.”

If she was going to act like this you could take it, you were big enough to deal with someone not liking you. The problem came with the team dynamics, you weren’t about to let some vendetta affect the rest of the team.

“This won’t work if you can’t even look me in the eye.” You whispered as you made your way inside at the end of training. “Whether you like it or not we’re on the same team, when we’re on the pitch forget about it.”

“Fine.”

“Sure?”

“Yes.”

…..

Things didn’t get better, they just got manageable. You grew to ignore the glares, ignore the little comments made, ignore the fact that every morning just in case there was always an apple on her plate and yet it never got touched.

She kept her promise, no matter what she thought of you off the field, which you still hadn’t worked out, it always stopped the moment you stepped foot on the pitch. That didn’t mean you were best friends on the pitch but you could share a few tactical words and miraculously the two of you worked well together.

Maybe it shouldn’t have been as much of a surprise to you, you had spent a lot of time reading her game both for Lyon to play against her and for Barcelona to play with her. You knew all the moves she made, the way she liked to push forward and when she held back. So you adapted your game to suit that, you knew if Barcelona had to choose they would pick her and you knew you could play alongside her with a few subtle changes rather than just you or her. When she would push on you stayed back, when she moved into one area you placed yourself where you knew she liked to lay the ball back.

Today you would be pushing those limits even further as Alexia prepared to make her return in the league. Alexia had admitted herself that Chelsea in the Champion’s League wasn’t the right time to return in a match with so much at stake but today you had the chance to win the league and by half time you were already 1-0 up, Jana soon making it two in the second half.

Jona gave you the decision of when you felt it was comfortable enough to get Alexia back on the pitch and when you got that two-goal cushion you knew you would be able to control the game from here so you made the signal and waited for them to make the change. At this point you were beginning to tire having played 90 minutes just three days prior and now another 65 minutes.

When the board came up with your number on it as well as the number 11 you made your way over to the touchline, unstrapping the band from around your forearm and held it out so Alexia could put her arm through it. Without looking her in the eye you made a point of strapping it up for her and then brought her in for the usual interchange hug before making your way to the bench.

You took your seat on the edge of the bench next to Mapi, the player handing you a water bottle and allowing you to catch your breath.

“Was she alright?” You questioned knowing Alexia was in your seat only a few moments prior.

“She’s ready, bit nervous but she wants to be there for this moment.”

The final 20 minutes went by very quickly Assisat scoring the final goal to seal the league title win. On the final whistle you all made your way onto the pitch, one of your biggest ‘superstitions’ if you would call it that was to always go around and shake all the opponents’ hands before you celebrated any cup or trophy win and this came into that category. You shook all the hands of the Huelva players and their coaching staff before joining your teammates.

Ana was the first one to spot you and the Swiss giant opened her arms up for you to jump into as she twirled you around in the air. “We did it.” You shouted down her ear as you felt further arms wrap around you.

“You did it.” She put you down on the floor and put her hands on your shoulders to meet your eye. “Take a bit of credit, you’re an incredible player.”

“Thanks Ana.”

So far you were thankful no-one had noticed, or at least commented, on a rift between you and Alexia and you weren’t about to let them see it now. You joined the rest of the girls in the traditional celebration for a player returning by throwing them up in the air for three cheers before you all made your way over to the front for the trophy presentation.

“Alexia if you could follow me.” An official came down to guide Alexia up into the stands for the trophy collection. You could see the glances that came your way but in your mind Alexia was always the captain and she should have this moment so you watched on, a smile etched on your face as you saw the joy in her face at lifting the trophy.

“Y/N come on.” Before you had the chance to protest Marta grabbed your hand leading you to the front of the pack as Alexia came down with the trophy.

“This is for you two, you’re the captains.” You tried to get through to Marta as you knew Alexia wouldn’t like this.

“You’ve led this team for the past eight months. You deserve this moment as much as we do.”

You could see there was no room for manoeuvre in her tone and in her face, simply staying put where you were. When Alexia clocked you standing amongst Marta you could see the distain on her face hidden by one of the fakest smiles you’d seen in a long time. You allowed yourself this moment, tucking into one side of Alexia and wrapping your hand around the metal trophy to lift it together as one.

“You two deserve this.” Marta whispered wrapping you both in a hug and pressing a kiss to both of your foreheads. “This team wouldn’t work without the both of you.”

“I don’t think-“

“It’s true, everyone thinks it. We all love you both.”

“Thank you.”

……

After the league win it was fair to say both you and Alexia were observers of the main celebrations, both of you knowing that the Champions League was the main aim this season. You both drove the standards in training knowing what a stern task Wolfsburg would be. The games leading up to the final all had major rotation so Alexia and yourself were yet to play more than twenty minutes in the dying embers of the game together, the captaincy always with Alexia.

The day before the final it was decided both you and Alexia would be part of the pre-match press conference in Eindhoven taking your placed behind the podium with Jonaton.

Jonaton of course covered all the tactic and personnel questions before you were both in the spotlight.

“Y/N it’s hard to believe this is still your first season in Barcelona. How much would it mean for you to lift that trophy tomorrow?”

“Yeah the time has definitely flown by. I came from a team of winners and I’ve joined a team of winners and we won’t settle for anything less than perfection tomorrow. I want more than anything to feel that joy I felt last year.”

“How would you assess your first year? Did you expect to be as integral to the side as you have been both in playing and in your captaincy?”

“It’s been a bit of a crazy year. I have high standards for myself and I hope both the club and fans can see that. I came here because I believed I could add something to the team and I hope they can see what I bring to the plate. In terms of the captaincy that is simply a role I have been sharing with many members of the team even if I sometimes have the armband. Alexia may not have been on the pitch for a long time this season but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have the leadership in training and before matches.”

“We’ve yet to see much of you two together on the pitch. Does that excite you?”

“Of course, I’ve watched Alexia for a long time now and I hope we can work together on the pitch soon, will that be tomorrow? I guess only Jona knows that.”

“Alexia how much would it mean to you winning the trophy tomorrow after the year you’ve had?”

“Yes it would be very special. I’ve worked hard behind the scenes but more importantly this team has got us to this point and I hope I can be a part of the final push tomorrow.”

“You’ve probably watched a lot of this team over that past 12 months. How have you improved since last year?”

“That final taught us a lot about ourselves and of course the improvements we have to make both in terms of our play but also our mindset. Of course we improved in personnel, Y/N has been a massive part of that and answering a previous question I can’t wait to play with her.”

Wow, you weren’t quite sure if she was being fully truthful or if this was all a show but it had to be worth something, right?

Unbeknownst to the two of you, the rest of the team were watching the interview in the other room. A light murmur of chatter amongst everyone as they watched the two people they considered their captains complimenting each other.

“Have you ever noticed that weird tension between those two? I’ve never really seen them talk but they just work on the pitch, they’re different when they’re playing together.” Ingrid asked Mapi, the two of them sat on one of the beanbags. “Is it just sexual tension that neither of them will give into?”

“How can you miss it? I’ve tried asking Alexia about it but she just dismisses it. Maybe they’re hiding something, I’ve never even seen them interact more than a glare at each other.”

“Ten euros they’re together by next season.”

“Ten euros they’re together by the world cup.”

…..

Alexia didn’t say a word to you after the conference, the both of you separately making your way up to your rooms. Thankfully the club had given you all single rooms so you didn’t have anyone disturbing you as you tried to work out Alexia. She had been nothing but horrible to you since you first met each other and yet she said all that in the press conference. It just wasn’t adding up.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a quiet knock on your door if you weren’t completely silent you probably wouldn’t have heard it but you did. It was only eight o’clock but you were about to try and get an early night.

Presuming it was one of the younger ones who had forgot something you went to answer the door but instead of seeing Bruna or Jana at the door, your heart started racing when you came face to face with Alexia.

“Hi.” Her whispers were barely audible as your mind spiralled as to what she could be here for. “Can I come in?”

“Of course.” Her voice knocked you out of your daydream as you opened the door wider for Alexia. “Take a seat.”

Alexia sat herself down on the vanity chair as you took a seat on the bed, wondering what was going on with the woman as she started at her hands, picking her fingernails.

“Are you alright?” You questioned breaking the silence.

“I um, I-“ You’d never seen Alexia like this, nervously fumbling over her words and a hesitant look on her face. “I want to apologise before tomorrow.”

You hoped you knew what she was apologising for but you wanted the full clarification. “Apologise about what?”

“When I first found out I’d done my ACL I was worried about how this injury would change me, how I would never be the same after it and how different things would be when I’m gone. When I heard Barcelona were signing you I knew that would jeopardise my place on the squad, I heard everyone talk about what an amazing player you were and of course I knew that myself. Then you got the captaincy armband and it just felt like you were my replacement.”

“Ale-“

“So when I came back I had this almost anger to you that you’d got to be a part of this team, that you’d got to lead them out at Camp Nou and seen those wins. I was jealous, I admit that and I heard someone mention it once that the only way to settle this was for one of us to leave.”

“So you did all this so I would leave?”

“I thought the only way to push you to leave was to be horrible to you. I can’t believe how horrible I was to you when you didn’t deserve any of it. I’m so sorry Y/N, I’ve been waiting for this moment for a few weeks but I can’t go in tomorrow with any tension between us. We’ve got to work together.”

“Thank you, but Ale it was never you or I.” You assured her. “I came on this team to work with you not instead of you. When you came back into training I genuinely just wanted to play with you and then you seemed to be trying to make my life a living hell, it was like you were going out of your way to disrupt my day.”

“I tried to hate you but it’s just impossible, you’ve got this smile that everyone seems to love and you always give everything 100%. Plus the team love you, I’m sick of hearing Jana talk about your dancing or Mapi talking about your tattoos. I want to see that side of you.”

“Hug it out?”

“Come here.” You wrapped your arms around the Spaniard, her own arms coming up around your neck as you settled into the hug.

You could never hate Alexia no matter how much she almost pushed you to it, you could never do it, you knew what injuries could do to people and this was no different. You were sadly just the one who got the rough end of it.

“Do you reckon Jonaton will play us together tomorrow?” You asked separating from the hug, a smile on both of your faces.

“I hope so. I really hope so.”

If it weren’t the night before the final you would have been up till the early hours getting to know Alexia but instead you both went for the early night option, your dedication to the sport the biggest thing you admired about each other.

It wasn’t lost on you the few glances you got the next morning as you both walked into the canteen together laughing and joking about a story Alexia was telling you about Nala. The both of you ignoring them as you sat down, a little comment made about the lack of an apple on Alexia’s plate instead just an orange next to her avocado on toast. “I need you on top form for tonight.” Alexia had commented back.

“You’re seeing that right?” Ingrid whispered to Mapi. “Yesterday they wouldn’t speak two words together and now they’re laughing and joking like this.”

“Loud and clear. Maybe now we can see the true La Reina and Princesa on the pitch together.”

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