#man united women

[mysunshinetemptress]

Never yours to fix

Alessia Russo x mum!reader

Warnings: angst absent parent, fluff

As a child you dreamed of being a mum, it was something your parents often talked about you constantly carrying your baby doll a girl you had named Gina.

Although you had dreamed of being a mum you never expected it to happen so soon but after your boyfriend knocked you up at the age of 19 you knew no matter what you would love every moment of it. And you did well mostly, you loved the moments it was just you and Teddy or the moments you shared with your family, you hated the moments she would sit watching the door for her Dad to decide he wanted to spend time with her, the moments she cried into your arms stating “daddy not love me.” The moments he cancelled last minute or didn’t show up at all.

Teddy’s heart had been broken so many times that you often felt like you failed her, you hadn’t not by a long shot you where the best mum a 21 year old could be, Teddy was loved and cared for and you made sure she didn’t have to worry about ever feeling hungry..well your dad did after he got you a job in his company but still it was you there to laugh with her when she was her happiest and hold her when she was at her saddest which was more frequent these days after her Dad found himself a new girlfriend. Being caught up in making sure Teddy was loved and happy you often neglected it for yourself but you couldn’t possibly bring in a new person to your life scared Teddy would get attached and then become even more heartbroken when it eventually turned bad. That was until you met her.

Teddy was staying with your parents while you and your brother attended Manchester United vs Newcastle at Old Trafford, since you where kids both you and your brother held season tickets and although you still bought it you hadn’t used yours in two since having your daughter. Seats picked right beside the directors box at the Bobby Charlton stand you both got comfortable catching up.

You both sat with batted breath as you watch the boys in red try tirelessly to defend sighing and dropping your head in disappointment turning when you heard a laugh, eyes catching two girls sat beside you. The brunette turned before locking eyes with you and smiling sheepishly hitting the blonde girl beside her “sorry, it’s not funny I know but if I don’t laugh I’ll cry.” It was your turn to laugh before nodding “that’s understandable haven’t seen them preform as good as they should be since I was a kid if I’m being honest but once a red always a red so I’ll keep coming.” The girls smiled at you “I’m Y/n and this is my brother Jamie.” The brunette smiled “I’m..” Jamie laughed “oh we know who you are best number seven for United and Alessia the traitor.” You thumped Jamie’s arm at the last part “sorry ignore him he wishes he was half as decent as you Alessia.” The girls laughed as the whistle sounded for half time “right my turn to buy drinks.” You dragged your brother up before turning to the girls “you guys coming “oh no we…”. You smiled “come on it’s on me please.” The both nodded standing before following you to the drinks stand.

Arriving back to your seats Ella was pulled away spotting a family friend so Alessia had decided to take her seat beside you as you both struck up a conversation “so how long have you been a United fan for.” You shrugged thinking “god don’t think I can remember but my entire life really, Dads a red used to live by Busby way as a kid then he met mum, Mum moved from Ireland when she was 22 they met shortly after in the Stretford end actually, got married and when the business did well moved to Hale had My brother then me and the rest is history.” Alessia smiled at your little story “sorry just realised I told you my entire life story.” Alessia laughed nah it’s all good “I’m a red as well although I grew down south, my Dad is a massive fan. My brothers and I followed after him my mum she isn’t really into it but she’ll watch if I’m playing.” You smiled “that’s really cute.” You both continued talking not even realising the final whistle had blown until Jamie shuck your shoulder “ready.” You looked around “oh, well I best be off it was really nice to meet you Alessia.” You stood slowly smiling at the girl as Alessia shot from her seat “wait, I’d ehm well I…you don’t have to.. I mean I don’t even know if this is what your into…oh god spit it out… would you like to go out with me tomorrow.” You looked at her surprised “like a date.” Alessia nodded “yeah…I had a really nice time with you and I would love to do it again if you are free.” You stood thinking before turning to Jamie “I got T don’t worry.” You smiled great fully “I’d love to here out your number in.”

It was your second date when you finally told Alessia about Teddy. “I really like you and before this goes any further I need to tell you something.” Alessia grabbed your hand across the table “breath Y/n.” You looked at her eyes wide in worry “I have a daughter, Teddy..she ehm she’s two and my entire world and listen I understand if this is all to much for you and before you get up and leave just know I have had the best time with you these past few weeks.” Alessia let go of your hand eyes wide in shock “Teddy.” You nodded head dropping slightly “oh my god that is the cutest name ever have you got photos oh when can I meet her, does she have a favourite show, favourite princess, does she like football tell me everything.” You looked at her in shock before bursting into tears as Alessia got up to move beside you “oh shit Y/n I’m sorry.” You shook your head “no I’m sorry I god it’s just I love her so much and I was so scared of telling you in fear you wouldn’t like me anymore because I really like you.” You spent the rest of the night show Less videos of Teddy and telling her all about her and Alessia found herself falling fast watching your eyes sparkle as you talked about your daughter buzzing in anticipation to meet her.

A month after Alessia finally asked you to be her girlfriend you decided it was time to introduce her to Teddy so you invited Alessia around for lunch “hey baby remember Mummy has someone special coming to visit today Teddy hummed focused on playing with her toys “I know your my best girl but I need you to promise me you will be good.” Teddy looked up eyes big “I promise I good girl Mama.” You smiled spreading your arms “ok come give me a hug and a kiss.” Teddy ran over smiling wrapping her little arms around you before wiggling out to go back to playing. Shortly after the doorbell rang and your nerves spiked at the thought of Alessia actually being here.

You opened the door smiling softly as she pulled you in for a hug “hi gorgeous.” You pulled back kissing her cheek before asking “ready.” Alessia nodded excitedly “so ready I’m absolutely buzzin to meet her.” You laughed pulling her in hands locked together “Hey T can you come here a second there is someone I want you to meet.” Teddy threw her toys down jumping up from the floor and raced towards you putting her hands in the air “up mama.” You smiled letting go of Alessia’s hand picking her up as she rested her head on your chest “hey love this is the person I was telling you about, her name is Alessia can you say hi.” Teddy looked at the blonde studying her before smiling “hi lessia I Teddy.”you looked at the older girl smiling as she laughed “hi Teddy your so pretty aren’t you.” It was Teddy’s turn to laugh before she reached over for Alessia’s hair “hair like Punzle.” You smiled nodding “yeah Alessia does have hair like Rapunzle.” Teddy lifted her head getting more comfortable with your girlfriend “you a princess.” Alessia smiled shaking her head “Alessia plays football she’s not a princess.” Teddy’s eyes widened as a smile took over her face “I love football, like my mama and uncle jam and Grandpa.” Alessia smiled as Teddy wiggled letting you know she wanted to be put down before she grabbed Alessia’s hand “I show you I show you.” You nodded at the older girl “go I’ll start lunch.”

It’s safe to say the first meeting was a hit Alessia ended up staying until well after Teddy went to bed your daughter the happiest you had seen her in awhile “oh god Y/n she’s amazing, really amazing and she absolutely adores you.” You smiled resting your head on Alessia’s shoulder as you watched the tv “well I can say the same about you I think today might be her favourite out of the year, you made her laugh more today then I have been able to these last few weeks.” Alessia squeezed you tightly “if you’ll let me I would love to spend more time with the both of you. You’re my girlfriend, I care about you a lot and I care about her a lot too, I don’t plan on leaving, that is unless you want me to but we’ll from the moment I met you at Old Trafford I couldn’t help the butterflies and I don’t ever want them to stop.” You smiled pulling her into a kiss “I’d love nothing more than for you to stick around.”

You and Alessia fell into a routine something you had asked for as to not get Teddy all mixed up. Alessia face timed on the nights she wasn’t up in Manchester which at the start was frequently as she lived in London but after the first night she stayed over and how happy Teddy was afterwards it happened more frequently, so Sunday nights Alessia traveled to yours and would be there when Teddy awoke the next morning she would leave then Monday night and be back Wednesday night and Thursday night before heading back down to do it all over again.

That happened without a hiccup for a few weeks until your ex decided he wanted to start seeing Teddy again, you had forgotten to tell Less that Teddy was at her dads on the Wednesday and you definitely didn’t miss the disappointment on her face when she came through the front door waiting on the 2 yr old to jump at her only to be met with silence “sorry darling, I completely forgot Mickey came to get her this morning he’s back on his “I love my daughter and want to see her” phase again but she’ll be home tomorrow.” Alessia nodded “oh ok, we’ll how about we go out for dinner then.” You smiled kissing her softly “ok sounds good.”

That happened for three more weeks until you where sat at dinner laughing about Alessia being clumsy like always when your phone rang “sorry Less it’s Mickey let me get it.” You stood up walking away from the table answering your phone before you rushed back 5 minutes later “hey hey Y/n what’s going on.” You picked up everything taking out the money for the meal “it’s Teddy, Mickey never picked her up from my parents house I have to go get her I’m really sorry less I have to go get her.” Alessia shook her head “hey it’s ok let me drive yeah we will both go get her.” You smiled at her taking her hand as you both left to get your daughter.

You raced up the driveway Alessia following after you as you knocked on the door, before looking at your dad “where is she.” Your Dad stepped aside as you walked through the house finding your daughter cuddled up to your brother hiccuping “hey Pumpkin.” Teddy’s head shot up at the sound of your voice “Mama.” You kneeled down in front of her “oh baby I’m so sorry.” Teddy crawled off Jamie’s lap before wrapping herself around you “No Daddy.” You dropped your head sighing “I’m sorry baby.” Teddy lifted her head seeing Alessia standing behind you putting her hands out for the Blonde as you passed her over “no daddy Less.” Alessia looked at you trying to work out what to say “I’m sorry T.” Teddy began playing with Alessia’s hair “you stay.” Alessia nodded “I’m staying as long as you want piccola Stella.” Teddy’s little chin began to wobble “no go stay.” Alessia nodded “I promise it’s ok I’m staying.” Teddy began crying feeling overwhelmed.

Alessia was there for Teddy and you after that more so then she had been, she left London earlier to spend more time in Manchester with you both and often stayed longer then she was allowed to with training, but she didn’t care “Teddy needs me, you need me, I’ll stay as long as I have go to make sure she isn’t going to bed crying over that idiot who doesn’t deserve her.” You cried into her arms that night.

A few months later Mickey fell back into his phase only this time Teddy was an awful lot more reluctant to go with him stating “no stay, stay with Mama and Lessia no go Daddy.” Mickey wasn’t to happy about that often screaming down the phone at you stating “how dare you take my daughter away from me you and that bitch blonde.” You hung up on him only for him to come banging on the door. You turned at the noise before looking at Teddy “hey Pumpkin you stay here ok I have to go answer the door Less will be here shortly ok.” Teddy nodded watching the TV. Opening the door stood Mickey “where is she.” You sighed “she doesn’t want to see you.” Mickey shook his head “bullshit she’s two she can’t make up her own mind over what tutu to wear, I won’t ask again Y/n where is she.” You moved slightly as her tried to push past you “for the sake of our daughters happiness im sorry Mickey but no, you do this every few weeks, you get this itch to spend time with her like you’re supposed to and then you push her to the side when you get fed up, she is a two year old child not a toy you can’t keep doing that to her, her tiny heart breaks every time and I’m tired of trying to tell her you love her when you clearly don’t and she is starting to realise.” Mickey pushed you back into the hall “Fuck you she is my kid, you can’t keep her from me TEDDY ITS DADDY LETS GO.” Teddy stood up from the couch running to the door peaking out “hey T.” Teddy shook her head “not my name.” Mickey looked at her confused “yeah it is.” Teddy shook her head again “only Mama and Less allowed not daddy.” Mickey looked at you anger sparking in his eyes “what but I’m your Daddy.” Teddy nodded “yeah but Daddy not love me, Mama and Less love me.” Mickey turned to you “what bullshit have you been feeding her, how…how dare you turn her against me, I’m taking you to court you bitch you can’t keep her from me.” Mickey had you pushed against the wall now as Teddy began to cry, just on time Alessia came through the door “I’d take your hands off her if I where you Mickey.” Teddy ran past you both to Alessia putting her hands up as Alessia lifted her up “you should go.” Mickey shook his head “I’m not leaving without my daughter.” Teddy ducked her head into Alessia neck “yeah you are, your not taking her like this, especially not when you are this angry so I won’t ask again leave, take a few days and when you have calmed the hell down try it again in a nicer manner.” Mickey stepped forward but you stopped him placing your hand on his chest “you have broken her heart enough Mickey, don’t make her fear you as well.” Mickey stopped looking at Teddy “I’m sorry baby, I’ll see you soon.” Mickey walked out after that as you looked at your daughter crying in Alessia’s arms.

Sighing you placed Teddy in bed kissing her head before stepping back into Alessia’s arms. “You ok amore mio.” You nodded “I love you.” Alessia froze for a minute before pulling you closer “I love you too.” You turned facing her “I never got to thank you.” Alessia looked at you confused “for what Y/n.” You looked back at Teddy’s sleeping form “we where….we where never yours to fix but you have, I was so scared of love until I met you and Teddy never knew love like yours existed until she met you, you have made us both the happiest girls in the world these past few months and you have eased my worries…I feared she would cry watching the door every day for the rest of her life for her father to love her like she deserves but you…you have loved her since I told you about her in the restaurant and I know she will never have to worry about being heart broken by you, that she will never have to sit watching the door for you..so thank you for fixing what was never yours to fix but loving us both enough to do it.” Alessia smiled pulling you into a kiss “I would do it again in a heartbeat.” You kissed her pulling her impossibly closer. “I love you.” You smiled “we love you too.”

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[skipper1331]

Jealousy // Ona Batlle

Ona never had any problems with her jealousy, she hardly felt jealous but that was before she met you, before she fell in love with you. Before you became her girl.

Ever since the spaniard asked you out her jealousy got worse. Not in the kind of way where it would cause arguments but she became more and more aware of how many people thought you were amazing. However, she never had to worry because in Manchester, England in general, the people weren‘t as touchy as in her home country.

In her home country she had to deal with all the touchiness since Barcelona signed Ona and you, breaking the internet.

'Power couple at Barcelona'

'It-Couple playing at top club'

Both of you were happy. Ona was happy to be back home and you were just happy to play for Barça. You settled well, making friends easily, knowing many already. Ona sticked with her people, Aitana and co while you spent most of your time with Frido and CGH, players not from Spain. You got along with everyone though and in no time they became your new family.

-

The team and a few other people were at Patri’s as they celebrated her birthday.

"You‘re not gonna wear this" Ona stated as she checked you out shamelessly, you looked absolutely breathtaking.

"Why not? Do you not like it?" you asked, completely oblivious to the fact that Ona wanted to rip your clothes off. She walked up behind you, placing her hands on your hips as she whispered in your ear "you look so hot." A shiver running down your spine while she attached her lips to your neck. "No," you said as you stepped away from her "we‘re going to Patri‘s." The spaniard whined, pulling you back in, "por favor, amor. I won‘t be able to keep my eyes off of you." You pressed a quick kiss to her lips before you left the bedroom, the defender trailing behind you, her eyes fixed on your bum.

The charmer she is, she opened the car door for you, admiring you. You always looked beautiful but this outfit did things to her. "Thank you, baby" you said, her cheeks flushing red, still getting all shy when you called her that. With a few quick steps, she walked around the car, taking a seat. Instantly, her hand found yours, resting in your lap as she drove to Patri.

"Hola" Patri yelled, opening the door. You gave her a bear hug while wishing her a happy birthday.

Patris home was full of people, the only ones you knew your team mates. "Finally decided to show up, huh?" Mapi grinned as she handed you and your girlfriend a drink. "Well, this one took ages to get ready" Ona replied laughing whilst you glared at her. "definitely worth it. You look hot"

"María?" Ingrid smacked her head as she heard her girlfriends words, Onas arm protectively going around your waist. "Well fair enough" the norse admitted as she looked at you. "See! No need to smack me" Mapi grumbled, rubbing her head. Ingrid and you looked at each other before laughing, Ona pressing her lips against your temple.

The night was spent with dancing, drinking, talking and laughing.

The non-Barça players turned out to be really nice (at least the ones you have spoken with) but Ona made sure they knew you belonged to her, some of them looking at you too long for her liking. "They seem nice" you said to your girlfriend as you had a moment alone "yeah" her gaze wandered around, stopping at one spesific person "but not him. He almost drooled at the sight of you!" you giggled slightly at the glare she gave him, "no mi amor, it‘s not funny. I‘m the only one allowed to drool" peppering kisses all over your face, the defender made a statement. You‘re hers and hers only. "Go mingle with Aitana, baby. Do want another drink, too?"

"I‘d love to," she replied, "suprise me" answering your unspoken question which drink she wanted to have.

You entered Patris kitchen, a familiar place for you, with so many team activities you had at her place. She loved to host movie nights in her home.

Though you weren‘t the only one in the kitchen, a girl standing at the counter pouring herself a drink. She wasn’t one of your team mates nor one of the people you had talked to. "Hi," you greeted, trying to be friendly. She turned around, "Oh hello…beautiful lady" her eyes wandered all over your body, lip biting as she took a step forward. "What‘s your name?" Forcing a smile, you answered, you didn't want to be rude yet the situation made you uncomfortable. "Pretty name for a pretty girl"

"Thanks?" you took a step back, wanting to put some distance between you but apparently she didn't get the hint because she took a few steps towards you again. "I‘m about to head home, care to join me?" the girl smirked.

"No"

"Why not?"

"Because-"

"Because she‘s taken!" Ona stepped in the room, a sigh of relief leaving your mouth. The spaniard was clenching her jaw, her arms looping around your waist. "You‘re not going home with my woman." The stranger watched as Ona pressed her lips to your neck, sucking on your sweet spot, making her point clear. Your head fell on her shoulder, smiling at the ceiling. The defender glared at the girl, still continuing to kiss along your neck. Soon enough Patri’s friend marched out the kitchen. "Mierda! What the fuck is wrong with her?" your girlfriend grumbled angrily, "I‘m the only one who takes to you home!" Ona was beyond angry. How dare anyone ask you to take you home?! She was walking up an down the kitchen, thinking about what she‘ll do if that girl ever dared to look at you again. "You know what? I‘m gonna beat her up"

"Hey, hey, wait" your arms wrapped around her middle, stopping her from storming out of the kitchen. Her eyes softened as they looked in yours, slowly calming down. When you were sure you could let go of her waist, your gently hooked your fingers under her chin, "you‘re so hot when you‘re jealous." The way she looked at you made you fall in love with her all over again, "you think so?" she asked, giggling, back in a good mood (thanks to you just being you) as she brushed her nose against yours, smiling lovingly.

"Yeah"

She chased after your lips, feeling the need to have them pressed on her own. Her hands trailed along your curves before they found a stop on your bum, she squeezed it, making you gasp in to her mouth as she took the opportunity to slip her tongue in your mouth.

"Oi! You can make out later! Let‘s get drunk" the birthday girl yelled, pulling you in to the main area.

-

The next time Ona was jealous was when a waitress started flirting with you.

"Amor?" The spaniard shouted as she walked in your shared apartment "where are you?"

"Upstairs"

"Can you come down for a moment?"

You made your way downstairs, wearing Onas hoodie and ManUtd shorts. "Hi baby" you greeted, walking over to her "hola, mi amor," she pressed a kiss to your lips "I got you these" she showed you the boquet of your favorite flowers which were hidden behind her back.

"Thank you!" you accepted them as she handed them to you, inhaling their smell. The spaniard smiled fondly at you, loving how happy you were. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! They‘re beautiful. I have to put them in a vase!" Speed walking, you searched for a vase. Ona wasn‘t finished spoiling you though, "Mi amor, put your shoes on. I‘m taking you out." You stopped in your tracks to look at her, smiling widely "What did I do to deserve this?" you asked confused but not much suprised. The defender always treated you like a royalty and was smitten for you. "I‘m just so in love with you" she replied, lovestruck smile on her face as her eyes looked at you with heart eyes.

"Let me change first then. I can‘t go looking like this"

Ona furrowed her brows, why would you want to change? She liked seeing you in her clothes.

"Why? I love when you wear my hoodies"

"I‘m wearing United shorts?"

"Point taken"

You rushed in your bedroom, changing in some different shorts before you put on your shoes, ready to go.

The drive to the restaurant was spent with singing Adele songs. You connected your phone to the car and then the first Adele song started playing. Ona loved the passion you had whenever Adele was playing, it didn‘t matter If it was in the car, the changing room or elsewhere, you would sing your heart out.

Entering the restaurant you looked around. It was cozy, you‘ve never been here before. Ona spotted it one day as she was nearby, she was sure you‘d like it. "This place is so cute!" you said, your voice full of excitement. "Not as cute as you" the defender replied, enjoying your happiness. The two of you sat down at a table near a corner, wanting to have some privacy. The place wasn‘t big but there were a few people. "Hi, here are the menus." the waitress handed each of you a menu, her hand brushing over your arm while doing so. You didn't realize her action but your girlfriend did. "Do you already know what you want to drink or should I come again?"

"Come back again" Ona replied with a strict face as the waiter checked you out. "Sure" she didn‘t spare her a glance but looked at you, winking, walking away. "shall we have a glass of wine, baby?" you smiled at her "anything you want, amor"

As you looked through the menu what you wanted to eat, you decided to try someting new.

When the waitress came back a few minutes later Onas posture stiffened, "Hey, again, what does your heart desire?" she asked, her eyes not leaving your figure. "A glass of red wine and this please" you didn‘t know how to pronounce the dish so you pointed with your finger at the name of it on the menu. She leaned in, her body quite close to yours to look at it. The spaniards jaw was clenching as she stared daggers in to her head "I want Gambas al Ajillo, please" your girls tone wasn‘t happy nor friendly yet she said please to not come out rude. The waitress gave Ona a judgy look before turning back to you "Do you want anything else, cutie pie?" you looked at Ona helpless as the pet name was refered to you. "N-no"

you didn‘t look at the server again, feeling uncomfortable that she was flirting with you. You were cleary having a date with your girlfriend. However, the waitress thought your stuttering was from her flirting and she had a chance with you. She walked to the bar which was connected to the kitchen, swaying her hips more than necessary. "We‘re literally having a date and she dares to flirt with you?" The spaniard grumbled, hating the idea that someone would steal you from her. You could see that she wasn‘t enjoying herself and you would bet that wouldn‘t change if you stay here. "Let‘s go somewhere else" you suggested. "What? No? We just ordered our food"

"Baby, i can see the wrinkle between your brows and your clenching jaw, let‘s go. I‘m sure we‘ll find something else"

"Are you sure?" she asked, shyly. Her persona took a 180 degree turn as she was caught in her jealousy.

"Yes, let me just tell them and we can go"

You grabbed your purse, walking over to the waitress again, Ona observing the situation. As the girl saw you coming towards her, she straightened her outfit and ran her fingers through her hair "lo siento, my girlfriend isn‘t feeling well. We‘ll go." You didn‘t wait for a reaction, you just turned around, walking back to your lover who was glaring at your server. You pressed a kiss to her cheek, slinging your arm around her waist. In return the spaniard laid her arm around your shoulders, pressing a possesive kiss to your head before exiting the restaurant.

It was clear to say you wouldn‘t come back here again.

-

Ona couldn’t stop looking at you, you looked so stunning.

The team just won the league and decided to celebrate in a club. Music was playing, everyone was enjoying themselves.

Her hands were wrapped around your hips as you danced with her or more like in to her. Your bum was grinding in her front, driving her crazy. Her knees were trembling, her heart race at a none-healthy one. "Corazón" she groaned in your ear. Oh the things she wanted to do to you. Her breath hitched as you slid your hand behind her head so her chin would settle on your shoulder. Dazed, you smiled as you felt Ona tilting her head, her lips attached to your neck.

"Woah, you‘ve got some sexy moves" a drunk stranger slurred as his arms went to grab you. Before you even could register what happened Ona was already in front of you, one hand pushing you behind her as the other was on the strangers chest, keeping him away. "Lesbians ahhh, sorry, just want to fuck your girl straight" he grinned, the smell of alcohol coming out of his mouth. Your girlfriend wanted to throw up right then and there, a) because he dared to touch what‘s hers, b) because of his smell and c) because he thought he‘s it. She was furios, fuck you straight? Hell no. Who does he think he is? She didn‘t know what came over her but with one quick motion her fist collided with his face. It got the attention from your team mates, Mapi and Bronze running over to you. "You okay?" the english woman asked as the spaniard stood in front of your girlfriend. He was so drunk that he couldn‘t even raise his own fist as Mapi shoved him away. Lucy by her side as the stranger tried to turn around.

Your girl grabbed your wrist, pulling you out of the club. "Mierda!"

You took her hand in yours, pressing a kiss to the back of it "why do you have to be so beautiful?" she whispered, leaning her body against yours as she walked you to the nearest wall. "You looked so hot punching that weirdo" you whispered as you rested your forehead against hers. "Yeah?" she smiled, licking her lips. Your eyes darted around her face before landing on one of your favorite parts of her face "you‘re always hot when you‘re jealous"

"I‘m not jealous"

You rolled your eyes jokingly, "So you wouldn‘t mind If I go back inside and dance with someone who offers me a drink?"

"Don’t" her arms around you tighten, her tone stern.

Grinning, you asked, "Why not?"

"Jealous doesn’t even describe the things I feel sometimes," she answered, lowering her head to your neck "you‘re mine" she said as pressed some kisses along your neck, ever so gently.

-

Ona was glaring at you or rather the girl next to you. A newbie.

New people always wanted to be around you but who could blame them? You welcomed them with open arms and helped them settle in, yourself knowing how it was to be the new one. The spaniard loved you for that, she loved how you shared your kindness yet what she didn’t like was that the girl was touching you, her hands wandering across your bizeps.

"Jealous much?" Aitana asked her friend, chuckling at the growl written across her face. "She isn‘t wearing her ring" the defender grumbled, annoyed that you had to take her ring off due to playing football. "Don‘t you think the hickies you left all over her neck isn’t a sign?" Ona smiled bright at the thought how she made them. That girl was head over heels for you, clearly smitten. "you really love her, don‘t you?" Aitana asked, she had never seen her best friend like this. Every time you would step in to the room the defenders eyes would light up, Ona was happy, something she deserved to be.

"Sí, ella será mi esposa algún día"

While the two spaniards talked to each other, you were interacting with the newbie. You talked about her former club until you felt arms snuggle around your waist, you knew it was. Of course you knew, you could tell by the gentle touch, the perfume and the lips that pressed against your temple. "Hey, I‘m Ona," the spaniard introduced herself.

"H-hi" the girl whispered in disbelief. She had told you earlier that she admired the defender, the way she played and it was an honor to play in the same team as her. "her girlfriend" Ona ended her statement.

The newbie got big eyes, cheeks blushing as she muttered an apology before walking away. "Was that necessary, baby?" you asked as you turned around in her grasp. "You’re not wearing your ring I had to make sure she knows you‘re off the market"

You giggled, pecking her cheek "everybody knows i‘m yours, your insta is basically a fan page for me and your marks-"

"are a friendly reminder that you have a loving, caring-"

"possesive"

She shushed you with her index finger on your mouth, "and proud girlfriend at home" a laugh escaped your throat, the spaniard grinning, your laughter was her favorite sound in the world.

"I love you, my jealous girl" you purred against her lips, her fingers pinching your side "loving, caring and proud girl" she corrected you while she playfully glared at you, her forehead resting against your own. "Say it" her demand fell to deaf ears as you shook your head, looking away. "My girl, say it" she turned your head so she could look at you (her favorite view) before pushing her lips onto yours, pecking them repeatedly, "Say," peck, "it" peck.

"I love you.." expectantly, she looked at you, waiting to hear the words, "my loving, caring and proud girl" satisfied with your wording she gave you a proper kiss. "I love you, too"

You slipped out of her hold and started running, "still a jealous girl!" you shouted.

The spaniard chased after you but there was no denying, she was your jealous girl.

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translation:

ella será mi esposa algún día - She‘ll be my wife one day

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#ona batlle #ona batlle x reader #barça femeni #barca femeni #fc barcelona femeni #man united women #maria leon #patri guijarro #aitana bonmati #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso #barcelona femeni x reader #barcelona femeni #spawnt #barca women

[delfiore]

—MY DEAREST FRIEND AND ENEMY. (1/5)

pairing: ona batlle x fem!reader

synopsis: you were ona’s biggest headache at man united, until you both move to barcelona.

word count: 3.7k

a/n: i’ve been watching the men’s game for years but i’ve finally sobered FINAL TODAY LET’S GO ENGLAND LET’S GO SPAIN (MOSTLY SPAIN)

PART II, PART III, PART IV, PART V

It started four years ago when Ona first signed for United. She didn’t notice at first the way you were always gunning for her, she was just doing her job.

But now, you were here in Barcelona with her. As she looked up at you, a soft smile on your face, everything she had buried in the past year all came rushing back.

Everyone was aware of the new signing from the States for her rival club just a couple of weeks before, a dragged-out saga of whether you were going to choose City or United. Unfortunately for her, you chose the Sky Blues.

If things had been different, maybe she wouldn’t have despised you as much as she did.

The first Manchester derby you played, she thought marking you would be easy until you dribbled past her several times to register a goal and assist. She must have been glowering at you when she walked back to the midfield line, because you shrugged before grinning at her, saying: “All in a day’s work.”

“Could I just ask what put Man City above all the other contenders for your signature?” “Well, I mean, it’s a great club with a great history, amazing players too. I’ve spoken at length with the new manager and he gave me a rough plan for next year’s project. So I’m really excited and confident that it’ll be a great destination for me.” “What do you say to the people who think you’ve chosen City for the money?” “People can think whatever they want to think. I’ll just play my game, and they can judge me all they want. It’s all anyone’s good for.” “You’ve just transferred from Portland, you’ve got an enormous price tag for the women’s game, tons of big clubs in Europe wanted you. There’s a mounting pressure on you, it seems. Do you think you’ll be up for the challenge of the Women’s Super League?” “It’s no fun if it’s not a challenge.”

Ona Batlle was what people considered a modern full-back, dangerous in attack just as she was solid in defense. But when playing against Man City, she usually has to stay back to avoid a dangerous winger finding their way into the box; you. It wasn’t her way of playing, and it frustrated her that that was what her role was while her team was struggling to create chances, especially when she knew she could help.

“I want you to stay back and mark Y/L/N. Whatever you do, do not let her out of your sight,” Casey had told her.

She hated you for caging her in, and the worst part was she wasn’t sure if she can stop you sometimes.

The night before her next game against you, she watched how you played the previous match, studied your movement carefully, and took notes. She liked that she had found a pattern. You liked to use your speed, but you also liked to taunt your defenders; a pace of prime Thierry Henry’s, and showboating tendencies like that of Neymar. It’s why you were so entertaining to watch, because every defender you faced ended up a sort of decoration to your parlor tricks, her included.

Ona never liked being second best to anybody, and certainly not to you.

And so when she was on the pitch, zeroing on you like a hawk, there was nothing stopping her from getting away from you. She didn’t need to resort to any risky challenges, she just needed to stick with you, keep you at arm’s length, and stay between you and the goal at all costs.

You may be a skilled player for your age, but controlling your temper is something you haven’t been able to achieve. She heard you cursing a few times, eventually earning you a yellow card when your insults were directed at the referee.

The ball had only left the City’s goalkeeper, Roebuck, yet she already felt you pushing back against her.

The game ended 3-1 for United, but she was secretly much happier that she had managed to piss you off so much, that you didn’t bother shaking hands with her afterwards.

“Congratulations, Ona. A huge victory for United. What do you think went well today?” “I think that our plans worked because we practiced and showed what we’re able to do. We didn’t have a lot of possession, but we focused on the counterattacks, and I think that definitely was a very effective tactic today.” “I have to ask you about Y/N Y/L/N. She’s been a formidable player in the league until now, and notoriously difficult to defend against, but she was practically silenced today on the left-hand side. Do you think you had something to do with that?” “I think what I’ve prepared in defense has worked out, for sure. I’ve also got my teammates to thank for covering the grounds for me. Y/L/N is a good player, and it’s always a joy to play against her.”

Her rivalry with you continued, and soon even the press was picking up on it. Manchester derbies now included Y/L/N v. Batlle, and everyone was predicting what crazy thing would happen next. It wasn’t common for defenders to make waves in the paper compared to superstar strikers or even midfielders unless they were linked with a big move. But soon Ona was reading about herself in the news, how she has defended Manchester United’s left wing with an iron grip, how they started calling her la matadora, for her ability to hold off forwards and tame them like bullfighters do.

One bull remained to be tamed though, and her conundrum continued into her second season at United.

Unlike her, you seemed to take the new breath of fame easily enough. Day in and day out, there were news of you scoring goals and bringing Man City to the top of the table by November.

You were born to be a star.

But Ona knew from shooting stars in the game that burned out too quickly; if you let what’s outside the pitch get to you, you might as well just leave it altogether. You might have been a good player, on your way to becoming a great one even, but you did have a flare for the dramatics which riled up the press quite a bit. If she was lucky, maybe the pressure would take you out of the game before she does.

International breaks were times she always look forward to, being able to represent her country. Even if they were friendly matches, she knew Spain was always being watched, as a team’s form was important on the world stage. The team would play two friendly matches, the first one being against Brazil and the other against the United States. Some friendly fixtures . . .

Brazil was a breeze, mainly because she wouldn’t have to face her biggest adversary. Naturally, you were called up to your national team, and the back-and-forth game persisted.

She had played against you many times at club level, but the way you played for your country was something else. There was more passion to the way you weave your way through defenders, more flare to your shots. It could also be the adrenaline of being called up for the first time, and wanting to prove yourself—she knew that feeling well.

It didn’t come as a surprise, then, that when a long ball was played over the defense line and Marta Cardona was on her way towards goal, you’d be there to strike her down right at the edge of the box. Her teammates appealed, and the referee paused the game, but all Ona saw was red. With a speed she didn’t know she had in her, she sprinted to you and shoved you away as you were bending down in a show of checking on Marta.

“What was that?! You could have broken her ankle, cabrona!”

“Watch it.”

You had never seen her so angry before—her jaw locked as she continued to hurl insults at you. If she wasn’t your mortal enemy maybe you could have found it attractive. So you pushed back, and soon both your teammates and hers crowded around you, trying to separate you. Kelley put her arm around your neck and walked away, telling you to “keep your cool, this is only a friendly”.

Never, you thought. Never while I’m playing against her.

You apologized to Marta eventually, and she was cool with it. “Heat of the moment”, she said, and you were grateful. You never meant to hurt anyone. Sometimes you just couldn’t control your adrenaline spike.

As expected, Ona didn’t even look at you after the match. So you went home with Marta.

The next morning at breakfast, Ona heard laughing from the girls surrounding Marta.

“How was your American late-night snack, Marta?” Leila laughed.

The girl only shook her head with a grin. “It was delicious, alright.”

Ona didn’t know what that twisted feeling in her gut was when she heard what Marta said, as she walked back to her hotel room after breakfast. She just knew that as long as she was alive, you were the most despicable person she knew.

ESPN: Y/L/N-Batlle Feud Continues, Bonmatí Controls Midfield in Spain-USWNT Clash “LOS ANGELES -- Thursday night saw a friendly match between Spain’s women's national team and the USWNT at the Snapdragon Stadium that ended in a 2-2 draw. Several debutants started for both teams, including Man City powerhouse Y/N Y/L/N. After a stunning cross into the box from the left for Mallory Pugh to tap in, a dangerous slide tackle on Marta Cardona ensured Y/L/N to be the heart of a confrontation between several players, including Ona Batlle. It seems their club rivalry persists as they were seen giving each other a very clear piece of their minds, and several clashes succeeded the Cardona tackle. It would have been a good performance for both if not for the slip of attitude. One thing is clear, though; the mentality is there, and it sure is entertaining to watch. […]”

The end of the season was fast approaching, and while you had become a thorn in her side, it came to a point in which she would not think about you until a week before a clash. This one in particular was crucial in the race for a Champions League spot that both Manchester clubs were vying for. She knew what it meant for the club to secure a UCL spot for the first time, and you were not about to ruin it for her.

Tooney and Millie invited her out for dinner the night before the derby, but she turned them down, opting for a quiet night in instead. After a few hours, however, she suddenly felt antsy, the anticipation before the game nipping at her. It was only 7pm when she checked and she decided to go for a run. She followed the familiar path she always takes to the nearby park, and she was glad she did because the sun was going down, leaving a glorious trail of orange in the sky. She loved these peaceful moments, away from adrenaline, away from the constant pressure, away from constantly having to push herself or she’d be called ‘lazy’.

A constant huffing sound appeared next to her, and when Ona looked down she saw an adorable corgi looking up at her while wagging its tail.

“Hello,” she bent down and pet the dog. Loving the attention, the little corgi jumped up in an attempt to lick her face, to which she let out a laugh.

“Bratwurst! Come back here!” She heard a voice call in the distance, which she assumed must have been the owner. “Sorry, he loves people.”

Ona looked up, and her face dropped. You did the same, standing frozen in front of her. Bratwurst was jumping up and down before you, probably excited that he received pets from someone else today.

She had never seen you in plain clothes before. You clearly knew how to dress yourself, because she might have admitted that you looked good if she didn’t hate you so much. But it was difficult to see you as anything else other than Y/N Y/L/N, Manchester City winger, and potentially Golden Boot winner this season by the looks of it.

And yet, she sat down on a nearby bench with you anyway, watching Bratwurst stick his butt in the air, attempting to catch a squirrel.

“I named him Bratwurst ‘cause he’s . . . long, you know?” You chuckled. ”Short form is Brat too, that’s kinda funny.”

In a sea of northern Englishmen, she never got to hear your American accent properly as she’d only heard you speak no more than two words to her, and most of the time they weren’t pleasant.

“How do you have time to own a dog?” She asked.

“He’s a foster. I just got him a couple of weeks ago.” You looked down at your fingers. “It’s nice to have him to come home to.”

The conversation died down, and suddenly Ona felt like this was a mistake. Maybe she should just leave, and continue her run. But she saw a different side to you—a gentler, quieter side unlike the boastful player she knew you as—and she wasn’t sure whether it was a good thing or not.

“Are you planning on adopting him permanently?”

“Maybe. I just want to make sure that I’m settled before making him move.”

You leaned back, placed your arm on the bench, and closed your eyes.

“You don’t want to stay in Manchester?”

“I don’t know yet. Why, would you be happy if I did?” You smirked, and she saw a glimpse of that player again.

Yes. “Your presence doesn’t bother me. It doesn’t bring me any joy either.”

“Just face it, Batlle.” You turned your body to her. “I get under your skin, don’t I?”

Ona blinked, her jaw clenching. “You don’t intimidate me, Y/L/N. You might be used to people bowing at your feet, but I won’t let you walk all over me. We will win tomorrow, and you might think to show some respect for others in the game.”

“Sorry, Batlle, can’t let you win. We’re playing Champions League next season.” You really enjoyed taunting her.

Ona huffed and stood up. As she walked away, she heard you call out to her. “See you on the pitch tomorrow, la matadora!”

There was nothing you could ever do to make yourself less hateful in her eyes.

It was matchday, kick-off time. Ona saw you on the other side of the midfield line. “Remember what you came here to do, and finish the job,” Marc had told them in the dressing room. He was right. She had a job to do, and she wasn’t about to let you ruin that for her.

They were to play with a high line today, which required Ona to stay near the midfield line and run back, should a forward slip through. About halfway through the first half, she had a startling realization; you were dropping back too, playing a number-10 role. It meant that she couldn’t do what she did last time you met, because there would be a gaping hole where she covers.

United was leading 1-0 by halftime, and while they had the advantage, the fight was far from over.

“Okay, ladies. Have a drink and take a seat,” Marc stood at the front of the dressing room. “We’re doing good, we’re holding them off. Keep up the pressure.”

Ona sat back to catch her breath. You were much more versatile than she thought, and maybe that was her mistake for underestimating you. It seemed too easy that you were giving her exactly what she wanted, playing high at the flank like she always does. There was more to it, but she needed to adapt.

Ona held your gaze for a moment across the field. You weren’t giving up. It seemed you were confident enough in whatever wicked plan you still had up your sleeve, that you sent her a smirk back.

It was the 70th minute of the game and they were so close to achieving it. Katie was looking for a pass, so Ona made herself available.

There was empty space near the side of the box, and she wanted to utilize it but it meant having to get past a couple of defenders.

“Vilde! 1, 2!” She called, passed the ball to her teammate, and started running. Her momentum was halted when Vilde’s ball was cut off and instantly launched forward.

The counterattack came so quickly, it must have been what you practiced. 1-1.

Suddenly, the tides have shifted. The momentum was with City. Time was running out, and the sudden goal disoriented her team. It took about five minutes for everyone to get their head back into the game, but Ona could tell City were used to having possession by then.

And then, in the 88th minute, you were given the ball from the left. Everyone except Alessia had dropped back to defend a series of dangerous balls up until now. You didn’t have anyone to pass to without getting intercepted, and you were outside of the box. So you took the shot. She watched helplessly as the ball flew past Mary into the top right corner.

1-2.

Ona’s body ran cold as she watched you celebrate with your teammates.

When the final whistle came shortly after, she collapsed on her knees.

Some of her teammates were there to console her, but she let their comfort pass through her. She needed to break something.

She needed to get away from everyone and found a spot near the bathrooms where she could catch her breath. Her boots were dangling from her hand by the laces. She slumped against a wall and began to cry, the boots clattering next to her on the floor.

It wasn’t that she was sad to have lost—she blamed herself for letting you get to her head. The interaction of the day before got her thinking what ifs. What if we didn’t meet under these circumstances? What if I could have just gotten to know you without wanting to rip your head off every time I see you?

You heard quiet sobs down the hallway and knew it was her. You had quickly gone into the tunnel when you didn’t see her anywhere on the pitch, but you certainly weren’t expecting to see her cry.

“Batlle?” You called.

She didn’t seem to notice you, sitting against the wall and wiping her face with her shirt.

“Hey, it’s okay.” That was a stupid thing to say considering you just beat her out of a Champions League spot, of course it’s not okay.

“I’m really not in the mood,” she said, looking away.

“You did good out there,” you said, watching her anxiously.

“Don’t act like you care,” she sniffled. “You got what you wanted.”

“I’m not as heartless as you think, Ona.” You quipped back. “I’m not sorry that we won, but I am sorry that you’re hurt.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” She sobbed and glared at you. It sent a chill down your bones. “I wish we had never met.”

How do you tell her that you never meant for things to go this way? That every word you had ever said to her didn’t stem from malice but from fear? You had wished to push her away so that you don’t collide with her head-on. How do you tell her that no matter how hard you tried, you still gravitated toward her?

“I’m sorry.” You repeated, like a fool.

She was hurting because of you.

You snuck a glance at the form of the girl in front of you, like you would be penalized if you were caught looking at her. You took a step back to go, but she held onto your arm and pulled your body against her.

You had been fantasizing about having your mouth against her for months, usually in absurd circumstances, like you two making out in a bed of roses or you giving her a kiss after she, a masked superhero, saved you from danger. Never like this, muscles aching, sweat coating your foreheads, wearing your respective uniforms—being so you doing this.

You wanted to enjoy it. Her lips were soft and salty, and she might have secured you by the waist against her. Your knees trembled as you sighed into her lips, pushing her against the wall gently. Your hesitancy soon turned into hunger, as you pressed your body into hers, desperate to feel her.

Murmurs in the distance snapped you out of it. “Where’s Ona?” You made out one of the voices saying.

You looked back at her, your faces just inches away. You never noticed, but she had so many beautiful freckles adorning her face.

“Ona—“ You said, but she quickly picked up her boots and left towards the voices.

Chest heaving and head spinning, you slumped against the wall with a small grin, bringing your fingers up to touch your lips where she had been.

“Where have you been?” Keira asked in the dressing room, but you just shook your head.

“Just to the bathroom.”

Sky Sports: Man City’s Talisman Y/N Y/L/N Nets Stunning Late Goal Against Man United To Secure UWCL Spot […]

a/n: this gif is so y/n and ona coded

#ona batlle x reader #ona batlle imagine #ona batlle imagines #ona batlle #woso #woso x reader #woso imagines #wwc23 #spain wnt #man united women

[incognito-girl]

poke - alessia russo

“Alright!” the strong voice of none other than the England captain shouted over the rest of the team. All of your eyes fall onto the blonde girl who was looking intently at a sheet of paper that was in her hands. “Sarina wants us to have a team bonding day so we can become closer as a team and-” she began announcing to the group only to be cut off by a strong accent shouting out jokingly“I THOUGHT WE WERE ALL BESTIES?!” Leah’s head immediately snaps toward no other than Ella Toone. All of you follow her as twenty sets of eyes begin to stare at the girl who had now placed her head in her hands and brought her legs up towards her chest obviously embarrassed now that everyone was looking at her. Her cheeks begin to turn red as she leans in closer to the body of her best friend, Alessia Russo. Who was now laughing loudly at her friends growing discomfort. She looks up to you caching your eyes for a brief second before sending you a teasing wink which you roll your eyes to with a laugh. “Ok.” Leah says with a monotone voice. “There will be different stations with games and you will be split into teams of four and at the end Sarina wants us to play a big game of never have i ever.” she says gripping the sheet tightly. “SO FUN GIRLS!” you yell out sarcastically putting your hands in the air to show just how excited you are. “Shut up y/n.” Leah says laughing at you as she continues “We have been put into teams and whatever team wins the most will get a prize.” “Oh what is it!?” Lucy asks her interest peaked at the offer of a prize. “I don’t know.” leah says blandly. “I’ll leave the sheet here and you can all figure out your teams during breakfast.” she finishes while placing the sheet on the coffee table and walking away to go have her breakfast. You all scramble off the couches you were sprawling across to get to the coffee table to see the sheet with the assigned teams on it. Once you got to team three you finally read your name.

TEAM THREE

Beth Mead

Y/n Y/l/n

Millie Bright

Georgia Stanway

Lotte Wubben-Moy

Lauren Hemp

“Winning team right here!” you hear the familiar voice of Millie yell out in joy. You just look at her laughing as she is boasting that her team is definitely the best. She comes up placing her arm around your shoulder pulling you over to the rest of the team she had rounded up. “Ok girls, game plan-” “WIN!” Stanway yells out a childlike look of mischief in her eyes. You scoff at her response while giggling and shaking your head at the young girl who you had grown to admire over the last few months of knowing her. “Exactly!” Millie says excitedly. You just laugh at the girls as you begin on your short walk over to your girlfriend. “Hey baby.” You say while grabbing her hand to drag her to breakfast. She quickly grasps your hand and catches up to your stride, her long legs making it easier for her. During breakfast you sat with lessi, Tooney, Stanway and Keira. The four of the girls constantly making jokes made it hard for you to be able to swallow every single bite of your breakfast.

Once you all had eaten enough for a small village you begin the walk back to the main hall that had been set up for the day of fun and games ahead of you. You start off playing twister against Leahs team and you win. You then continue on to play a massive game of x & o which once again you won, Millie was correct this was the winning team.

After a few more hours of playing the party games that were set up around the room and just catching up with everyone on the team it was time for sarinas favourite game: never have i ever. The woman loved to have the team play this game as whenever you did do something you had to drink water which would help keep us hydrated and she liked learning more about the girls she spend weeks at a time with.

The entire team gathered in a circle sitting on the floor. Georgia started off asking one. “Never have i ever slept with someone at camp.” Everyone bursts out laughing and only a few people take a drink of their water, you, alessia, jordan, leah, lucy, keira, georgia and lotte. Your eyes widen as you see lotte take a drink secretly. “LOTTE??!” you shout out as everyone turns to look at her, her cheeks turning red after being caught. All the girls start shouting questions at lotte. “Alright girls leave her be.” you hear leah shout over everyone, so they could move on from the question and continue the game. “Never have i ever gotten a stick and poke.” Lucy asks while looking around. Surprisingly, no one takes a drink except your love. You knew this about her, in fact you did the the little tattoo as a sign of your love for her.

Friday 7th March 2014

Art. Your favourite subject to just sit and talk to people in. It was the biggest doss subject as no one in your class actually cared about what they were doing. You were sitting with your girlfriend with your hands intertwined as you spoke about something in a hushed manner to prevent anyone else hearing.

Further into the class you began to get bored of the drawing of an eye your teacher was making you do. You reached for the black marker that was sitting before you, that you would have to use later on to sign your work with the date because according to your teacher in hundreds of years they could be found and sold for millions, and grabbed your girlfriends hand. You pulled her long jumper out of the way and drew a heart on her wrist. “What date is it?” you question looking up at the blonde. “seventh of march.” she mumbles out while pulling her jumper up her arm to get it out of your way. You tut quietly at her while sending her a wink. “Ill just write seven.” you say while gently writing the number seven just above the heart. She smiles at this as she brings her hand closer to herself to examine the drawing you placed on her skin. “I love it.” she says while tracing it. Her eyes meet yours and this was the moment she knew, you would be in her life forever. It didnt matter that you were fifteen right now and it was completely ridiculous to believe that two girls as young as yourselves could commit to eachother forever, but she knew. It didnt matter how many weird stares or weird comments from grown men or mean comments from other people your age the both of you got. It didnt matter that you would definitely be going to different colleges. It didnt matter that your parents would hate you if they found out you were with a girl. None of that mattered as long as she had you everything would work out, she would be alright as long as you were by her side.

She sat there staring at the little heart and the seven on her wrist. The seventh, the day she realised she was in love with you and wanted to be with you for the rest of her life. “You ok less?” you ask the girl who had gone quiet. “Im really good my love.” she says smiling at you grabbing your hand and running her fingers over each line on your palm.

Later that evening, as it was friday, you made your way over to her house to stay over. As the pair of you had known eachother long before you got together you were very close with eachothers families so you usually just walked into eachothers houses. “Hi!” you shout out into the quiet house while taking off your shoes. “Hello darling!” Alessias mother says while walking into the hall to pull you into a hug. She was like the mother you never had. She hugged you for a few seconds and theb ushered you further into the house while taking your bag from you and leaving it on the stairs. “Alessia is up having a shower, so you just sit with us and have some food.” You happily take your place at the dinner table and fall into an easy conversation with Luca. You hear your girl bound down the stairs at lightening speed while yelling your name and asking if you are here yet. She quickly comes into the kitchen and wraps you up in a tight hug when she sees you. “Hi baby.” she whispered into your ear before pulling away to fix herself a plate and then sitting opposite you. The pair of you playing a game of footsie under the table forgetting that it was in fact a clear glass table.

Once everyone finished their meals Giorgio was left to cleaning up after you all had ate. Her parents left the room leaving you, lessi, luca and giorgio in the kitchen. You were looking in the freezer for ice cream, that Alessia had promised you earlier that day. “I think you both forgot that we do have a glass clear table.” you hear luca say while looking at his sister pointedly. She flushes red with embarrassment realising that everyone at the table saw what the both of you were doing.

You emerge from the little room that included the firdge, freezer and washing machine that was connected to the kitchen. You have the cold ice cream in your hand and grab two spoons. “Im going upstairs. i cant deal with the abuse right now.” you say laughing slightly while leaving the kitchen, you hear alessia murmur a quick agreement and follow you out.

The both of you just sit in her bed speaking about your prospective days and watching a movie. She suddenly pulls you into her lap and takes a hold of your hands. “I know this is a little bit out of nowhere but, i love you more than anything in this world. I want to be with you for the rest of my life.” she whispers shyly looking down at your hands that she was messing with nervously. You grab a hold of her face and pull it up so she is looking at you. “Lessi i love you so much i don’t believe i could live my life without you. Your mine, forever.” You say as you press kisses across her face. “i love you.” she whispers to you. “I love you more than anything in this world lessi. What made you realise all of this baby?” “Today, in art when you drew the little heart and seven on my wrist.” Your reply to this was none other than a passionate kiss.

Your lips pressed against hers quickly. Her hands quickly found your waist and slipped under the jumper you were wearing tracing different shapes onto your warm skin. She dipped her hands under your tracksuit waistband which led to you letting out a gasp which she took as an opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth. “Hey less, oh fuck sorry!” You hear Giorgio say before slamming the door. “Shit.” Lessi mumbles while getting out of her bed. “GIO!” she yelled out while chasing after her brother who was now in Lucas room, the two boys beginning to make fun of their younger sister after what Gio had caught his sister doing.

Later on that night you and Alessia were cuddling half watching whatever was on her television. “I want a tattoo.” she suddenly says out into the silence. You sit up so you are now straddling her. “Of what my love?” She lifts up her sleeve and points to her wrist. “Oh lessi.” you beam at her. “You will have to wait a little while until you can get it done.” you say smiling at her. “Stick and poke?” she questions you lightly praying you will say yes to it. “Do you really want it?” you ask the girl under you while tracing the heart you adorned her skin with earlier. “Yes i really do. i want to be reminded of you every single time i see it.” She says while placing her hands on your cheeks as yours rest on her stomach. “Ok, ill do the heart.” You say to the girl. She pulls you into a hug whispering different words of thanks into your ear.

The pair of you look around her house for a needle that you easily find and some ink that took a little while longer to find. You sat down with your girlfriend and began to do the small tattoo for her.

After about ten minutes overall, not counting the many times you would stop to make sure it didnt hurt and apologising with kisses incase it actually did, you were done. The small tattoo on her wrist was complete. You traced over it proud that the girl you love so much wanted this on her forever.

Present day

“Really less you have one?” Lucy questions the girl. “Yes. The heart.” she says proudly while looking at you. “Who did it?” Chloe asked now intrigued. “Y/n.” she answers quickly. All the girls heads shoot towards you in shock. “WHAT?” Rachel says shocked. “When? How stupid are the both of you? Why wouldn’t you just get it done properly?” she continues her questions. “We were fifteen leave us be” you say waving her off. “That is sweet you guys.” Sarina says smiling at the pair of you. Everyone knew you were together you never specified, but everyone knew. This also ment that no one on the team, except your closest friends, knew when you got together. Most of the girls thought you got together in recent years. Little to thier knowledge the two of you would soon enough be celebrating your eleven year anniversary.

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[brighter-by-the-daly]

Mary Earps x Reader

Flatmates & Handshakes

Part of the Beth McCarthy mini song series

Friendship Bracelet

I'm not bitter

I'm happy you're happy, it's just

I loved you first

And it's not like it was easy

But we had each other

Now you have another

And I hate it, I hate it

So go ahead and burn my friendship bracelet

Your eyes were locked in, eyebrows furrowed and squinting slightly to assert dominance as you sauntered up to the penalty spot opposite Mary. She had that dirty smirk on her face that she does when she’s trying to intimidate people but that doesn’t work on you - she knew that so you wondered why she’s even trying! You’d been friends for years and became roommates after you both joined Man U but since moving to Barcelona, you’re now on the opposite side of the field. As the ref tried to sort out a ruckus between the players behind, you cemented the spot as yours. Nobody knows you like Mary.. but nobody knows Mary like you either. Endless days of practicing penalties against her probably makes her think she can read you like a book. But you know her tactics too; how she reads body language and positioning, studies every member of a team before a game and has player stats on her water bottle. You noticed she didn’t check it for you though, clearly thinking she had this one in the bag. Since leaving the country for Spain you hadn’t kept in contact at all, she’d unfollowed you on social media and blocked your number. It’s sad but it’s not your fault, she’s the one that ruined the friendship.

From teenagers you’d grown into women together, spending nights holding each other’s hair back over a toilet is where your friendship blossomed after your under 19 games. She was a liability but she was your liability and equally you were hers - always taking it in turns to be the sensible one. As you grew up, both of you realised you wanted to take football more seriously and those nights became few and far between… probably for the best really! Your late nights turned into bleary eyed car rides and sitting on the boot analysing the stars. Sometimes you would catch yourself missing it when you were driving home in the dark by yourself, wondering if she looks at the stars and thinks of you too. Those were the days when days were simple. You had plans to grow old together in the same care home causing havoc everyday but moving in together you soon realised you weren’t compatible as roommates. Well.. it wasn’t Mary that was the problem, she was your platonic soulmate, it was her boyfriend that caused the breakdown in your friendship. Mary’s boyfriend took great offence to the different people you bought home most weekends, he didn’t want Mary around that and for someone who never had a problem with it, she soon took his side over yours. You were young and single, what else was there to do? She used to be like that too until she wanted something better.

You’re not bitter, you just hate the way things were left. It was a huge row fuelled by her boyfriend being home one night when you bought yet another person back to the flat. He lit the spark, making one simple comment then sat back and watched Mary implode; throwing you out along with all of your belongings in the middle of the night. Ripping her friendship bracelet off like you would a wedding ring and throwing it as she slammed the door in your face. Luckily, that’s when Barca approached and just in time to get you out of the WSL and out of the country.

Unfortunately for you though Man U had qualified for the Champion’s League this season which meant playing them and her in the quarter final. There’s nothing you would have loved more than to be benched for this game but you’d really come on leaps and bounds since being at Barca. They’d developed your game into something you could have only dreamed about when you were little and was now a firm starter on the team. Unluckily for Mary, you were their star penalty taker too.

After one misplaced and badly timed tackle caused Geyse to fall to the floor inside the box, a penalty was immediately awarded. The score was currently 1-1 and with not a lot of time left on the clock, this was your time to shine. Mary had the longest clean sheet streak in the WSL and was only a few games away from making women’s football history. You know how much keeping her clean sheet means to her which meant you had to break it. There’s nothing you want more than to rip her streak away from her and rub that smug look off of her face.

You knew she would never expect you to shoot with your left foot, but that’s just one skill you’d picked up in Spain that she didn’t know about yet. Yeah, it’s your weaker foot but it’s your highest chance of getting it past the best goalie in the world - as much as you hated her winning that award, you knew she deserved it. The ref’s whistle hurtled through your ears as you started your run up. Making sure you didn’t give her any inkling of what way you were going until the last possible second. Watching her dive left as you shot right -

GOOOOOAAAAALLLLL!!!!!

Not waiting for the ball to hit the back of the net you ran to the fans, knee sliding into the corner as you were bundled from behind by your teammates. One by one the bodies plucked themselves from you just as they were replaying the goal on the big screen. Looking up to see Mary’s pissed off face projected onto it made you the happiest you’d been in ages, revenge certainly feels sweet!

Confidently taking your time strolling to the middle of the pitch to restart, nothing could wipe the happy little smirk off your face. Touching the ball a few times before the final whistle blew and cementing your team into the championship final. Shaking hands with your old teammates who passed you and chatting to the few who stopped to catch up, you didn’t see Mary approach from behind. Gloved hands grabbed your shoulders and turned your body around to face her, “when did you learn to shoot with your left foot?” her voice sounding annoyed and a little impressed at the same time. “Few months ago, been saving it for a special occasion” you shrugged, not knowing what the reaction would be to your response. “Oh and you thought ruining my streak was a special occasion aih?” her voice animated as she nudged your ribs. “It was the only way I’d get it past the best goalie in the world” a hint of sarcasm in your sentence raised a small one sided smile from your ex best friend. “If anyone was going to ruin it, I’m glad it was you” taking your hand in hers and pulling your chests into each other. Disentangling your limbs you sensed a slight glimmer in both your eyes, wondering if the other remembered your old handshake. A few seconds passed as the situation was assessed by both of you before bursting into amateur dramatics and performing the handshake that was created on your 17th birthday.

Laughing together in the middle of the pitch you stopped suddenly, tilting your head to one side and sighing. “I’ve missed you” taking the first step of admitting the truth about the estranged friendship. Throwing her arm around your shoulders as you walked towards the dugouts, “me too, we’ve got lots to catch up on” Mary smiled disappearing up the tunnel together, loud giggling echoing off the metal walls.

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[mapileonxputellas]

Spanish or Dating? (Ona Batlle x Reader)

Sorry for the long break but updates will be a lot more frequent now. In honour of the Leila and Ona photo from this weekend which had everyone freaking out even though Leila had someone else there. Note: translations are at the bottom (google translate before my Spanish wrong) Feel free to send in your requests. 3k words x

Spanish or dating? That age old question.

Sometimes it can be one or the other, sometimes it can be both. In this case your nationality was known, the both of you were Spanish and there was no hiding that. Your relationship on the other hand was something you’d never felt the need to make a statement about, not to mention how amusing it was to the both of you that no-one had figured it out yet. Family and close friends from back home knew but no-one else.

You weren’t exactly hiding it, you regularly posted photos of each other cuddling or quite close but your nationality stereotype meant no-one ever connected the dots. Not the fans or your teammates.

The both of you moved over to Manchester in 2020, however your alliances spread to different sides of the city. Ona moving to Manchester United from Levante and you making the move to City from Barcelona where you had been an up-and-coming prospect in need of game time after two years with the Spanish giants.

The two of you already knew each other from the national team however your times in Barcelona did not overlap. You started off as roommates, turned friends, turned best friends, turned girlfriends.

It was March 2020 when you both separated to go back and spend the pandemic with your families in Spain it became clear how much you really did mean to each other and when you both moved back to start the new season you made the first move. Nearly three years later you were stronger than ever.

Of course it helped that Deyna, Leila and Laia were also in Manchester now and it was no longer always just the two of you hanging out all the time but still very few rumours circled around you both.

“Where’s Y/N?” It felt like your flat was never empty, both of your teammates were regulars at your flat and this time it was the united players spread around your living room with Ona.

“She’s gone shopping after training.” Ona answered Ella’s question as the two of them along with Alessia and Millie spread out on the sofas after their own session. “She should be back soon.”

“Do you think she’d mind if we ordered pizza?”

“You know she would.” Whereas United had just come from a win at Old Trafford you had a late night training session preparing for your game against Arsenal tomorrow. Any other day you would be up for it but tonight you told the girls you would cook for them when you got back.

Out of the two of you, you were definitely the stricter one and whereas Ona was seen by fans as almost this ball of fluff, you were almost the complete opposite. Slightly intimidating when you needed, always tense on the pitch to be but around your friends you were just like Ona.

“Cariño estoy en casa” You shouted as you opened the door to your flat.

“The girls are already here, we’re in the lounge.” Ona replied.

“Hi Y/N.” Ella also shouted.

“Hi Ella. Hi girls.” You got a replies back from the rest of the group as you stuck your training gear in the corner and quickly nipped into your shared room to change into some sweats, otherwise known as Ona’s sweats.

The empty spare room, which people presumed was your room holding your summer clothes as the wardrobe you shared in your room was a free for all of both your winter clothes.

Before you then joined them in the living room, a smile on your face as you took in Ona in your clothes. “Good game?”

“A great game if you can beat Arsenal tomorrow.” Alessia answered.

“I mean we’ll try but not for you.” You said before moving to stand behind Ona, bending down to press a kiss to her cheek as your hands found cradled her chin. “Gran victoria mi pequeña superestrella”

“Gracias, ¿cómo estuvo tu día, querido?” She said pressing a kiss to your own cheek as she looked up at you.

“Buena, now who’s ready for some chicken pasta?” Even though you would consider yourself a good cook that was your signature dish, a creamy chicken pasta which everyone seemed to love and seemed appropriate both pre and post-match.

“You know Y/N if you don’t find someone soon I’ll marry you.” Alessia commented.

“Very funny,” Ona dry laughed before jumping out of her seat and wrapping her arms around your waist as you hugged her back, her lips again finding your cheek.. “She’s mine.”

“All yours, now come on.”

It was moments like this, moments that happened often, that for anyone else might spark rumours but no-one in the room batted an eyelid.

You were just Spanish.

……

“I didn’t know Ona was coming today.” Leila asked Y/N as they sat in the changing room the next afternoon at half time, having heard rumours of a certain Spaniard in the crowd.

“Yeah she mentioned she would come. Check out the composition.” You said tying your boots once again. “I think Ella was coming with her.”

“Did you see her before you left this morning?”

“I did.” I mean it would be hard not to when you woke up in her arms every morning. “She made me a coffee.”

“God you two are like a little old married couple.”

“Shut up.”

It wasn’t exactly uncommon either to attend matches other than your own and that’s how Ella and Ona found themselves at the Academy stadium the next morning watching City beating Arsenal  in the second half. With a two goal cushion the game was fairly safe with only ten minutes left and with that Ella’s attention turned to the Spaniard.

“I heard someone in training today say they were going to ask you about Y/N…. see if she’s single.”

“Did you?” She kept a straight face going between the actual game and the game on her phone.

“Would you mind? See if she’s up for going on a date.”

“Ask her yourself.”

“You know I saw something interesting yesterday, I don’t snoop and I wasn’t like looking but Y/N said I could borrow her nail file and I went to go and get it but then I kind of saw the photo.”

“What photo?”

“The photo on your bedside table…. The one of you kissing.”

“Well I guess you did need a little help working it out” Ona knew you wouldn’t be angry about your secret unravelling and she wasn’t either. “Surprise.”

“What the fuck? You’re actually dating, like actually dating.”

“Like actually dating.” Ona imitated the confused English woman.

“For how long.”

“Nearly three years now.”

“Shut up, you’re lying.”

“I’m not.”

“So all that time, you weren’t just being overly friendly with her.”

“You’re so smart Ella, well done.”

“Shut up, I actually can’t believe this.”

One almost wished she had lied and made an excuse about the photo when Ella then wouldn’t stop asking questions about her relationship for the rest of the match. When the final whistle rang the two of them stayed up in the stands until the majority of the crowd had left and the two of them could make their way down to the city girls.

“Hey girls.” You came over all sweaty from playing the full ninety minutes in the midfield giving Ella a quick hug before wrapping your arms around Ona. You would have stayed there much longer had it not been for Laia and Leila coming over to greet their Spanish teammate before moving over to the rest of the lingering crowd. “Starting to worry about us?”

“No way.” Ona answered, wrapping her arms around you once again to whisper in your ear. “Ella knows.”

“Ella knows what?” You questioned the midfielder.

“That you two have been sneaking around, behind our backs.” She pouted. “I can’t believe I missed all the signs, it was so obvious.”

“You’re telling me, I mean the only thing you didn’t do is walk in on us.”

“I’m never walking into your flat unannounced again.”

“Yeah, don’t do that.” The smirk you and Ona shared reminded you of that moment less than a year ago when your secret was nearly unveiled.

“Ona! Y/N! I’ve brought donuts.”

That was the last thing you wanted to hear in that moment, Leila’s voice resounding around the flat. She made the move to Manchester less than a week ago and you were really here only friends in the city.

The problem was that yourself and Ona had been celebrating your second anniversary which fell in the midweek and one thing had led to another causing you both to be left naked in your bed at not even 8 o’clock.

“Where are you both?” That made you realise that not only was Leila in your flat you could hear her footsteps and it wouldn’t be too long before she reached your door.

“Don’t come in.” Ona shouted to her, scrambling out of the bed and tugging the nearest clothes on “We’re in here, I’m just getting changed and Y/N’s in the bathroom.”

“Why did you say that?” You whispered.

“I panicked, what was I meant to say ‘oh sorry we were in bed together’.”

“Why is she not in her own bathroom?” Leila’s voice came again.

“Erm, the shower broke. She had to borrow mine.” Thankfully Ona made that up on the spot but it still wasn’t convincing.

“Okay.” Leila didn’t sound convinced but let it go. “I’ll be in the living room, I’ve got donuts.”

“Thanks Leila.” Ona said, pulling you back into her. “I can’t believe she chose now to turn up.”

“Get some clothes on.” You ordered, pressing a kiss to her pouting lips. “I guess I better dampen my hair a bit.”

@Y/Nfan1: Saw Y/N and Ona at the match cuddling today after the match. We love our Spanish besties.

……

To Ella’s credit she never said a word about what she knew, well at least to your knowledge.

The first time the fans had even the slightest inkling that something more could be going on and clocked onto your previous moments together was at Leila’s birthday.

You couldn’t arrive with Leila as you promised Ellie and Alex you would get ready with them but that just meant you had the joy of watching her reaction as you arrived. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t clocked her immediately, your white suit that she had obviously borrowed took your breath away as her eyes trailed on your figure in just a black wrap dress.

“Hola.” You greeted Laia, Deyna and Leila who were also at her end of the table, a seat spare between Ona and Laia. “You all look stunning.”

“Not as stunning as you, mi hermosa.” Leila said, wrapping her arms around you as you sat down, Ona’s arm immediately coming to rest on the top of your chair, her fingertips lightly dragging over your exposed collarbone. “Maybe we can find you a girl tonight.”

You didn’t have to look at Ona to say she would be pissed off by that comment, a little scowl forming on her face but the indicator was the hand which came to grip your thigh underneath the silk material of your dress. “No way, tonight is all about you Miss Ouahabi.”

Thankfully someone else distracted you and that left you free to speak to the girl to your left.

“You look incredible tonight mi vida.” You whispered in her ear, noticing the glass of wine already in front of you. “Is this for me?”

“All for you, just like you’re mine later.” She whispered back discreetly, squeezing your thigh. “I can’t believe you’ve got me hanging out with the enemy.”

“We hang out with them all the time and I’m always with your teammates.”

“Yeah but not like the full time, we haven’t done that in a long time.”

“Well we’ll all be together next week.” Next week it was your birthday and you were having a little soiree, you wouldn’t call it a party as you didn’t want your flat to be trashed but teammates from both sides of Manchester were being invited.

One thing you love and hated about Leila was that girl knew how to party. Loved because she knew how to have a good time and therefore you were able to let loose for the night having beat Chelsea earlier in the day. Hated because that left you and Ona very tipsy and therefore boundaries you usually had were smashed into smithereens.

“Let me take a photo.” Leila said just as you were about to suggest maybe it was time to go home and stop drinking before you were at risk of throwing up. “My senoritas.”

You had to make room to all fit in the photo frame and that meant squashing up so you were half on Ona’s chair, almost on her lap as your arm wrapped around her waist. That move left yours and Ona’s lips barely inches away from each other and as you looked her in the eye all you could think about was just tipping your head forward and placing your lips on hers.

“Cheese girls.” Leila broke you out of your spell as you turned to look at Alanna taking the photo.

Alanna took the photo and Laia went to go and sit back down again but before you moved back you turned to Leila. “Can you take one of just Ona and I?”

“Of course.”

You would never have done this stone cold sober and neither would Ona but that would be tomorrow’s problem as you moved so you were sat on Ona’s knee sideways, facing the camera as you rested your head on her shoulder.

“You two are so cute.” Esme commented from further down the table. “Lauren would never take a photo like that with me.”

“Shut up.” You heard Lauren shout back to her former roomie but you focused back on the camera.

It was too good not to post the photo. Even with your blurry eyes you could see the love in both of your eyes in the multiple photos Leila had took, some of you looking at the camera but one really stood out for you. The both of you were looking at one another, your hands clasped together in your lap as you couldn’t help but laugh at whatever someone must have said.

Nothing could stop you posting it, tagging Ona and leaving the caption ‘mi vida’ with a love heart and as you woke up to a few comments the next morning suggesting you were maybe something more than just Spanish you couldn’t help but pull your girlfriend closer to you, prepared to let this unravel together.

…..

Birthdays with Ona were your favourite. You would have been happy with just spending the day with her but thankfully you had both played your games yesterday and so your wish and more could come true. She was the most thoughtful person you knew from breakfast in bed to a spa day together in a fancy hotel, something you had being wanting to do for a while, and then a fancy meal together.

Now you were stood in your kitchen, all your friends around you as you sipped on your favourite cocktail.

“Have you had a nice birthday?” Millie asked coming to wrap her arms around your shoulders. “Has our girl spoiled you?”

“I’ve had the best day. We went out today and she got me some concert tickets.” Not to mention the trainers and clutch bag you had been eyeing for months but that was maybe too much to not be suspicious.

“Ready!” You had no idea who shouted that but all of a sudden the lights went out, Ona appearing from the doorway with a cake full of candles in her hand. “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to Y/N. Happy birthday to you!”

This felt like the moment as you blew out the candles, everyone cheering and Ona set down the cake next to you to be able to wrap her arms around you. You had your girl, you had all your friends around you and more importantly you just felt content.

“Ready?” You whispered in Ona’s ear, she recognised the look on your face and knew what was coming as you cradled her chin, bringing your lips down onto her own.

“Oh my….” You heard someone shout as you pecked her lips again.

“I’m no expert but I don’t think Spanish people do that with everyone.” Lauren questioned. “Wait are you two dating?”

“We are.” Ona confirmed.

“How long has this been going on?”

“We got together nearly three years ago.” You answered Hayley’s question. “I can’t believe it took you this long to work it out and we basically did the work for you.”

“Did anyone know?” Chloe asked. “I can’t believe this has been right in front of our eyes and we didn’t connect the dots.”

“Who’s their favourite?” Ella stepped forward. “I am, I knew.”

“How did you know and I didn’t?” Laia asked.

“We didn’t exactly tell Ella, she found out.” You told everyone.

“In other words I found a picture of them kissing and they had to spill their little secret.” Ella teased you both. “Don’t get it out by the way, I had to bleach my eyes when I saw it.”

“Very funny.”

“Wait…” Leila’s spoke up. “You weren’t in the shower that time were you?”

You and Ona couldn’t help but burst out in laughter, your reaction a stark difference to everyone’s confused looks and Leila’s disgusted face.

“I’ll let you work that one out for yourself.”

This time you left no room for confusion. Alanna once again had been the perfect camerawoman, ready on call to snap a photo of the kiss. You cake in the background and your arms wrapped around her neck as hers went around your waist.

‘Spanish or dating?”

Estoy en casa – Honey, I’m home

gran victoria mi pequeña superestrella – great win my little superstar

Gracias, ¿Cómo estuvo tu día, querido? – Thank you, how was your day my dear?

Buena – good

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[midnight-ramblingswfc]

Oh shes done done

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[lessirussolvr]

#manchester united women #man united women #katie zelem #millie turner #ella toone

[stargirlsfc]

(me whenever I see a woman wearing a suit)

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[l-e-e-woso]

30 with ona batlle pls❤

I Can't Help It - Ona Batlle

Italics = Spanish 

The reader has ADHD and the little things that Ona does to help the reader.

Prompt 30 - “How don’t you know the difference between left and right?”

______________________________

Sometimes you really wonder how Ona put up with you. You constantly left things all over your shared house whether it be hoodies, bottles of water or snacks, you would forget where you had put them and go get a new one.

You would space out a lot of the time while she could be talking to you about something quite serious which annoys Ona a bit but she understands that you can’t help it.

Sometimes you could drink an energy drink or a coffee which is supposed to make you wake up more but instead it makes you even more tired.

A lot of the time either just while talking to someone or just waiting in the line to go onto the field you would find yourself doing small random dances which a lot of the Man United team thought was actually quite cute.

Also there would be times where you are at home alone and you just get something in your head telling you to clean every room before Ona gets home with some of your teammates, you think to yourself like it’s a deadline to get it done before they get home but most of the time you can never get it done before they get back. Once the teammates and Ona do get back they usually help you finish off cleaning the house because they know how hard of a task it can be for you to do everything without forgetting at least three things.

Team bonding, whenever there were movie nights you would usually just play games on your phone because unless it’s a Marvel movie you could never get through the entire thing.

Another thing you hated was…paperwork. You always asked Ona to help you with any paperwork, you could never read the entire thing because after reading one sentence it would bore you and you would get distracted by something else like video games. 

Ona loved staying up to stupid o’clock in the morning with you because thats when you come out with the most random facts or jokes. Conversations at that time of night was one of the best things about your relationship.

In your time at Man United all your teammates realised that when training or in a match you would talk to yourself or sing to yourself which they found quite funny and adorable.

One thing that Ona also noticed that you didn’t until she pointed it out to you is that you couldn’t tell your left from your right. It got to a point where Ona had to tell the coaches because in certain parts of training the coaches would tell you to go left or right so they had to come up with something. 

Ultimately you just ended up writing L on your left hand and R on your right hand in sharpie so you would eventually be alright with you left and right. You did notice that you had to do it with most of your belongings that required to be on either your left or your right. You did it too, your football boots, shinpads, socks and gloves ect.

There were also times where you would get so hyper that you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself so you would find someone on the team to chase or get them to chase you to wear you out. Which would end up with you falling asleep in Ona’s lap which she loved because she thought that you looked the most peaceful and beautiful when you were sleeping.

But unfortunately there were downsides to ADHD which is the part that only Ona see when the both of you are at your shared house.

There’s things that could happen at random times of the day, which could include crying, lashing out like breaking a vase or punching a hole in the wall and taking things way too personally.

The medication that you took for your ADHD also had a few side effects like; dry mouth, headaches, loss of appetite, weight loss, trouble sleeping, stomach aches, nausea, vomiting, aggression, drowsiness and mood swings.

______________________________

Today was just a normal day at training with Man United and already you had forgotten to bring your training hoodie with you so you kept complaining about how cold it was until a hoodie was thrown in your face. 

You quickly put on as you were freezing and looked up to see Ona looking at you in amusement, you send her a cheeky smile before running off after Millie Turner. 

When you and Millie were around each other everyone in the team just expected something to happen. 

What you didn’t expect to happen was when Millie suddenly stopped running and bent down to tie her laces that had come undone somehow. You hadn’t seen that she had stopped which made you basically somersault over her landing on your back as you looked up at the sky in shock.

All you could hear was gasps from the rest of the team and suddenly Ona’s face appeared above you. “Are you okay?” Ona says as she looks at your body to check if you have been injured in any way shape or form. 

“That was fucking awesome! Can we do it again?!” You shout excitedly as you sit up from your position on the ground. This caused Ona to chuckle and playfully slap the back of your head. “No you are not doing that again! My god are you trying to get yourself hurt?! You are insane. Are you trying to get injured before the game in two days?! You are…are…impossible! ” Ona starts speaking to you in Spanish which you cannot speak at all.

“Ona, babe, you're rambling in Spanish again.” You say as you quickly give her a kiss before everyone goes back to practice.

______________________________

After a long day at training where you basically had no breaks in because you were so excited for dinner after practice with some of the Man Utd girls and some of the Man City girls as well.

You and Ona were heading back to your shared house to get ready for dinner. It was only about a 20 minute drive back to the house so you decided to get a quick nap in.

Eventually you get woken up by Ona so the both of you can go and get ready for dinner with Lucy Staniforth, Millie Turner, Leah Galton, Leila Ouahabi, Lauren Hemp and Chloe Kelly.

Both you and Ona quickly go into your shared house to get showered, dressed and then go.

Ona was in the bathroom showering as you quickly stripped off your clothes and joined her in the shower. As you get into the shower you wrap your arms around Ona’s waist and kiss her neck which causes her to let out a small moan as she leans her head backwards onto your shoulder. 

“Mi vida…” Ona lets out a breathy moan as you caress her body as her hand travels behind your head gripping onto your hair. 

“As much as I'd love to continue this, we have a dinner to get ready for.” You say which makes Ona whine in frustration, she pulls you down toward her and goes to kiss you before pulling away to walk out of the shower. “Don’t tease me again.” Ona says as she glares at you through the mirror and dries herself off with a towel which makes you gulp nervously, you hated being on Ona’s badside.

After turning off the shower you get out and wrap a towel around yourself as you dry your hair with another. Ona walks past you, completely naked, you can’t help but watch her walk out of the bathroom while you basically drool over your girlfriend. 

“I really gotta put a ring on her finger…don’t I?” You mutter to yourself as you dry yourself off before following after Ona so you can get dressed. 

When you enter the bedroom she is already fully dressed and is now drying her hair then you go over to the wardrobe, get the clothes you want to wear out and slip them on. 

You walk up to Ona and give her a huge hug where you bury your head in her neck which is something you only do when your thoughts start to overcrowd your mind. She hugs you back while running her hand through your hair to try to calm you down which helps massively. 

“You okay, mi vida?” Ona asks you once you’ve calmed down but she continues to hug you. “Yeah, my thoughts were just…uh…like loud and all over the place. It’s like when you overthink about a match but my mind is thinking about all the matches we have ever played all at the same time like a shouting volume.” You ramble on trying to explain to Ona what your mind was going through in a way that she could possibly understand. 

“Oh…wow. I’m sorry baby, that must be really overwhelming.” Ona says sympathetically as she rubs my back and leans up to give me a kiss. “Would you like to braid my hair? I know it helps you.” Ona asks you as she knew that playing with her hair made your mind settle down slightly.

 “Yes! I do!” You say excitedly as you pull her over to the bed to sit down so you can braid her hair, which you start straight away. 

“Babe did you know that the international space station is the biggest space station ever built but it can only fit up to six people at a time.” You say randomly blurting out a fact about space travel which was only one of many random facts that you knew as you got half way through brading Ona’s hair.

Before Ona could even reply to your first fact you blurt out another random fact. “Bulls aren’t actually affected by the colour red because they are colourblind.” You say as you finish off Ona’s braid and crawl around her then sit in her lap.

Ona looks at you like you are the most adorable thing in the world as she rests her hands on your lower back while tracing random patterns while you wrap your arms around her neck pulling her closer towards you which makes her look up at you with her beautiful brown eyes and you push a few stray hairs that you had missed out of her face. 

While holding her chin you lean down then place a slow sensual kiss on her lips which makes Ona smile into the kiss and she holds you as close as humanly possible. Then a phone rings which makes you both groan in displeasure and Ona reaches into your back pocket where your phone was ringing before answering it and putting it on speaker.

“Hello?” Ona says as she waits for whomever it is to reply to her. “You guys are late, hurry or we will start eating without you. Byeeeee!” Millie Turner shouts through the phone which snaps the both of you out of your lovey dovey situation.

This makes the both of you quickly get up and run around getting all of the stuff that you need. Once Ona has all the stuff she need she goes and waits in the car for you. 

“House keys? Gottem. Jacket? Got it. Walet? In the car. Phone? In my pocket. Done!” You shout thankful that you remembered everything and run out the house locking the door on the way out. 

“Amor, did you remember your chewing gum and water?” Ona says which makes you groan because you had forgotten something and you quickly turn around, run into the house to get the chewing gum and water. 

Once you had finally gotten everything you sat in the passenger's seat and popped a chewing gum in your mouth then gave one to Ona before she started driving to the restaurant. 

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After about 15 minutes you arrive at the restaurant, Ona parks the car and once she has you quickly runs over to her side of the car and opens the door for her which makes her blush. “Thank you, mi vida.” Ona says as she stands on her tippy toes and kisses your cheek before the both of you head into the restaurant where all the girls were waiting for the both of you. 

You and Ona reach the table where the rest of the girls were sat, they cheered because they could finally order food. “I was about to waste away!” Lucy says as she waves over the waiter so they could order food. 

“You were fucking weren’t you? Huh, Ona?” Leila speaks to Ona in Spanish and unfortunately none of the rest of us could understand what they were saying. “No we weren’t. Y/n was having a panic attack of sorts I suppose.” Ona says which makes Leila feel bad about teasing the both of you so she just goes back to telling Lauren what she wants from the menu because Leila wasn’t confident enough with her English to order for herself. 

When the waiter came over all of you ordered your drinks and food. As you were talking to Millie who was sitting across from you, you started drumming your fingers on the table which was quite annoying to the Man City girls who were used to your everyday antics but it’s not like you could help it, it was one of the things you did to stim. Ona took your hands in hers and let you play with the rings on her fingers as it wasn't as annoying to other people. 

“Does Y/n do that a lot?” Chloe asks Ona out of curiosity who turns to you so you can explain for yourself. “Yeah, I have ADHD so it helps.” You smile at her because she didn’t know that you couldn’t help it as you continued to play with Ona’s rings.

Just then the drinks arrived but they placed them all at the end of the table which is where you were sitting, Millie passed the majority of the drinks to people. “Could you pass me my drink? It’s the one furthest to your left.” Lauren says as she waits for her drink. 

“This one?” You say pointing to the one on your right and you look at Lauren who shakes her head. “On the other side.” Lauren says as she points to her drinks and you pass it to her.  “How don’t you know the difference between left and right?” Chloe says as she laughs which makes you frown so she immediately stops laughing. “Sorry…” She apologises to you quickly so you just nod thanks to her. 

 _______________Timeskip to when you get home_______________

Both you and Ona were dressed in your pyjamas cuddled up to one another. You had your head resting on her chest as she ran her hands through your hair and you had an arm wrapped around her waist.

“Thank you for putting up with me.” You mutter sleepily to Ona who just barely hears and she sighs. “Amor, I don’t put up with you. I love you which is why I like to look after you, make sure that you remember to get your water because you don’t like the water from restaurants or how you have to be chewing gum in the car or else you feel sick and one day we will do the same thing for the mini me and you that will be running around. You will be my wife one day so obviously I don’t just put up with yo-” Ona gets cut off by your loud snoring which makes her chuckle as she just said that all for no reason.

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[sveindisjanes]

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[skipper1331]

Cheater? // Ella Toone

a/n: based off this request. Enjoy :)

She stopped kissing you.

She stopped hugging you.

She stopped touching you, in general.

She didn‘t look at you.

She didn‘t talk to you.

All she did was ignoring you.

When did it stop?

When did she fall out of love with you?

-

It felt wrong, living in the same home as Ella. It felt weird to sleep in the same bed - something so familiar, something that used to be your favorite thing.

-

At night, she would hold you while at day she acted like she didn‘t know you.

She didn‘t - not anymore.

You couldn‘t remember the last time you spoke to her properly, not arguing or shouting at one another.

You couldn‘t remember when she stopped acting like your girlfriend but she did and it killed you every day at little bit more. Each day, something inside broke more and more, something that used to be bubbly, full of love and passion. Something that was truly, madly and deeply in love with Ella Toone.

There was one thing though, you remember so perfectly. Not because you wanted to but because your mind didn‘t give you a chance to forget it. Every time you closed your eyes you see it, her, them.

-

Coming home from work, you expected to be alone. Ella should be at training or so you thought. When you opened the door, occupied with the bag in your left and key in your right hand, you didn‘t notice the two pairs of shoes standing in the hall. With headphones in your ears, you didn’t hear the weird noises which came from the kitchen. And as you walked further into your home, you saw it, her, them.

Ella was trapped between arms, pressed against the counter as a man kissed her, her arms around his neck as they got all cozy.

So many emotions filled your body, you felt angry, you felt disappointed but mostly, you felt heart broken "what the fuck?" you stated as you dropped your bag. The midfielder and male creature pulling away and turning to you. Ella looked shocked and caught while the man had a smirk on his face.

"Baby-" she started but you cut her off, you felt nothing but hurt. Making out with her ex? in your kitchen? In your shared home? You felt betrayed in more than one way. The nights you had spent crying, thoughts playing in your mind that she would get back with her ex-boyfriend. Or that she would realize that she wasn‘t in love with you, a girl. You admitted your insecurities, just to get them thrown in your face. It was the biggest backstabber move.

"It‘s okay" you muttered, leaving the room as quickly as possible. Racing to your bedroom, you grabbed a big bag, filling it with clothes and some toiletries before leaving the house as quickly as you ran up the stairs. Ella didn‘t try to follow you - not upstairs nor outside.

She didn‘t know where you would go - neither did you.

The first night you spent on a bench, then in your car and after that at your workplace, the couch in your office more comfortable than the things you had slept on the nights before. Yet nothing was close to your bed which is why you decided to go back after a week - your back couldn‘t survive another night on the awfully small sofa.

As you saw that her car wasn‘t in the driveway, you stepped into your home, ready to sleep in a real bed.

As soon as your body hit the mattress you fell into a slumber, the smell of home - Ella, bringing more comfort than it should.

At midnight, you felt a pair of arms snuggling around you, tugging you close and the sweet smell of Ella’s shampoo hitting your nostrils, "I do love you, I just don’t know how to handle it" she whispered - you didn’t hear it, deep asleep.

Then she pressed the most lingering kiss to your temple, she didn‘t know if it was the last kiss ever to share with one another, if this was her last opportunity to be close to you.

She couldn't ask for forgiveness anymore, it was already too late for that - the moment she let him into your house, it was already too late. She knew that. She would never forgive herself, the look you had on your face will forever haunt her down.

She'd be damned if the last thing her lips felt wasn't you.

-

Abruptly, you sat up, darkness filling your vision. You felt weight around your torso, a groggy voice whispering, "what‘s the matter, baby?"

Something felt wrong but not the way it felt before. There was no broken heart or anger, just relief with fear. Pulling her arm away from your body, the United player sat up, rubbing her eyes, "are ya alright?" her accent was thicker, a common thing when she woke up - the raspiness and her thick accent one of many weaknesses you had when it came to the young lioness. "Tell me what you need" her arms hugged your shaking figure as her finger tips wiped away the spilt tears.

"You cheated on me" you stated, staring into nothing.

"What?" shock filled her voice. She turned on the lights to look at you properly and what she saw broke her.

Your face was pale, eyes sad and body posture so scared. "Baby, look at me" gently, she cupped one of your cheeks, turning you to face her, "why would you say sat?"

More tears streamed down your face, "I- i came home from work and then there you were with- and you were kissing" as a sob escaped your throat.

"No, babygirl, never. C‘mere" she let you cry in her chest as she held you in a death but secure grip. Compared to the sight in front of her, all the pain she had felt before was nothing.

This was terrible.

Once you calmed down, the midfielder started talking again, "you just had a bad dream."

"Do you see this?" she asked with a firm voice, holding out your hand, pointing to the ring on your finger. You nodded, eyes fixed on the beauty of a ring, "you‘re my wife. You married me. You‘re my teenage sweetheart, I’ve loved you since I was 14. I‘d be stupid if I cheated on you - you‘re the best thing that’s ever happened to me"

She looked at you with so much love, every inch of her body crazily in love with you.

As she said, she would be stupid to cheat on you - she showed you everyday how much in love she was with you. She treated you the way you deserved to be treated, cooked meals for you, even though she can‘t cook and spoiled you every two weeks with flowers, paid, when you were out and much more - that girl loved you.

You brought out the best version of herself.

"I, Ella Ann Toone, vow to love and never cheat on you till the day I die and the days in the afterlife" she stated, the same as she did on your wedding day, both hands cupping your cheeks.

"I love you too"

Ella pressed the most loving kiss to your forehead before she jumped out of bed, holding out her hands, "come on, I’m making breakfast" the bubbly girl grinned, pulling you up.

"Argh!" you squealed as the girl kissed all over your face and picked you up.

She carried you to kitchen, placing you down on the counter, "now sit there and look good"

The midfielder swirled around the kitchen, plates clinking as she cooked some breakfast or whatever you could call it. "Ya know, maybe because you didn’t eat my dinner which was prepared with love you had a bad dream about me" Ella sing-sang, prompting her arms on your legs.

The night before Ella tried to cook you the awesome meal Alessia showed her but it didn‘t go as planned. The kitchen looked like hell, the food burned as the Mancunian forgot about the oven, too caught up in kissing you and it turned out that she used sugar instead of salt.

"Hey!" you laughed, your arms going around your neck, "you got an E for effort"

The lioness joined your laughter with her own as she leaned forward, "I love you" she grinned sincerely before she kissed you. Your lips matched perfectly, made for each other - never kissed some else, which neither of you would ever do.

The bad dream was long forgotten, the only thing on your mind: Ella and the way she made you feel.

Long ago, Ella promised herself that you‘d be her teenage sweetheart and her old romance.

One day, she‘ll sit on a bench with you, both of you with grey hair as you looked in the far, talking and giggling about your young years.

You will be her first, last and only lover.

"The stove!"

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[wosobronze]

it just never stopped being funny for her😭✈️

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[pernillecfcw]

New kit unlocked 🔓🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

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MANCHESTER UNITED WOMEN BEAT CHELSEA AND ARE INTO THE FA CUP FINAL

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