#salma answers asks

[jiminsproof]

Hey, Natalia! 💖

How have you been? I've missed you! I hope you've been well and that you have been taking good care of yourself and drinking lots of water ^-^ 💕

Lately I kept thinking of sending you an ask because I was wondering how you were doing and if everything was alright 😊

I'm sending you a lot of hugs !! Love youuuu ❤

Hi Salma sweetheart!! I've missed you tons 🫂💗 You surely sent this a while ago but hope you don't mind me answering now 💗🫂

I'm really well these days!! Drinking tons of water actually, that's so sweet of you to ask. 💗 I've been gone for QUITE a bit with my MA thesis and a general mental breakdown era but I've done a lot of soul searching and I feel the best I've had in a while!! And how have you been?? What's new?? 🫂💗

Also, sending the love train to you right back!!

#asks #salma 🏵 #feel free to hit me with a stick for answering so late ily

[leahswife]

where do we stand

summary: you're tired of aitana's mixed signals and someone on the spanish team loves to get you all flustered. aitana is definitely not jealous.

spoiler alert: that someone is none other than jenni hermoso.

a/n: more like fulfilling two fantasies in one

prequel, part one, part two, part three

this national break had come in handy for you and lucy. england was set to play a few matches in spain, so you were able to sneak in a break between trainings to go see your club teammates and you managed to check in the same hotel as them for the time being. 

you were both getting antsy as the game was approaching its end and spain was in the lead by one goal. 

when the referee blows the final whistle, you exhale in relief and lucy stands up, cheering, quickly pulling you up to celebrate with her. 

it takes some time for the stadium to start clearing up, with both teams doing their laps around the pitch to thank the fans, but once it was empty enough you and lucy walked down to the field to congratulate your teammates.

you ran up to ona, the girl grabbing your waist so she could lift you up and down with excitement, "ayyy oni!!" you laughed at being manhandled, when you noticed aitana.

her smile was radiant as she was cheering with salma and mariona. you didn't know if you should approach her or not, your situation a bit complicated as of now. explaining it was no easy task either. 

you were shy around everyone when you first transferred to barça, although over time they managed to crack your walls and gain your trust. especially aitana, the girl getting closer and closer to you each day. you eventually became best friends, until one night aitana drunkenly confesses she wants to kiss you. so then, your friendship changes into a… situationship? the next day you talk about it, aitana doesn't know what she wants but doesn't want to lose you either. you go back to normal as if nothing happened. but something does happen. during movie night at mapi and ingrid's for team bonding, you and aitana are in the corner of the couch whispering to each other, in the dark, when the catalan tentatively kisses the corner of your mouth. when you drop her off at home later that same night, you kiss her. she brings you inside, which turns one kiss into multiple. what could be defined as innocent kisses in each other's houses eventually become not so innocent make out sessions behind closed closet doors at training. but you're not dating. aitana whispers into your secret kisses that she can't date, she doesn't have time, she needs to focus. so you wait, and wait, and wait. until she's pulling away again and national break comes and she barely messages you, apart from the friendly "good luck" message.

so now here you were, in close distance to her again. you were friends, right? so friends congratulate friends. that's what she wants, so that's what you'll give her.

you turn your attention back to ona and squeeze her shoulders, "best defender in the making! just you wait until you have to face our lessi russo." you tease her by patting her cheek. ona rolls her eyes with a smile, "voy a estar preparada, tonta. what did you think of the game?" she now asks both you and lucy, as the latter approached, having been talking to alexia. "ehh, más o menos." lucy answers, banter present in her voice. ona mocks her and you chuckle, leaving them to it as you walk over to aitana.

"nice goal, bonmatí." you lightly kicked her butt with your foot to get her attention. she turns to you and immediately launches herself into your arms with an infectious smile. it must have been the adrenaline of the win, you think, a bit surprised. nonetheless, you hold her in your arms. "i saw you in the stands." she affirms once she let go of the hug to look at you tenderly. "hm, i might have been your lucky charm then." you shrugged nonchalantly and whipped your hair over your shoulder. "sí, obvio." aitana went along with your joke, nodding with a fake serious expression. 

suddenly a body slammed into you both, one tattooed arm being wrapped around your shoulder and the other around aitana's. "entonces, chicas, vamos a celebrar la noche entera?" you look up to see jenni hermoso flashing you a dazzling grin.

you had met jenni a few times before, with her visiting alexia every now and then, but you were never brave enough to start a conversation with the tall woman. truth was, she was extremely intimidating to you, probably because she was also extremely hot. however, you had to admit that, as an opponent, she was in addition, extremely annoying. you'd had some interactions in the field whenever england had to play against spain and jenni knew exactly how you worked. it's like she would previously study your every move so she knew how to push your buttons. if you were trying to get the ball, she wouldn't leave your side, if you were getting ready to receive a corner kick with your teammates, she would stand behind you and place her hands on your waist, if she tackled you she would offer her hand with a smug smirk.

you were terrifically infuriated with how easily she could mess with your head on the field and outside the field after a game, often leaving a dm on your instagram saying she couldn't wait to play with you again, followed by a winky face emoji.

right now, her strong arm around you and the way she was grinning at you only managed to redden your cheeks as aitana took the lead in answering her question with a laugh, "pues claro!" jenni ruffled her hair in approval and turned to you, "can i count with you as well?" she asked with challenge in her eyes. "aren't you a bit old to be partying all night?" you challenged back, forcing yourself to keep a straight face and not smile with amusement. that only prompted her grin to grow even wider and her hand to relocate from your shoulder to the side of your neck, playing with your hair. your breath hitched and suddenly you weren't playful anymore, far too aware of jenni's touch and her gaze. "so you do have a mouth." jenni remarked, the stupid smirk never leaving her face. 

aitana caught notice of this flirty interaction between you two and felt something boil in her chest, an ugly feeling she couldn't quite tell what it was but didn't like at all.

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the club was already full when you got in with lucy and ona later that night, music blaring and people filling the dance floor. you noticed aitana dancing with some of the girls, a little too close for your liking. but she didn't want you like you wanted her, that's what you needed to remind yourself of. therefore, you might as well find a way to have fun tonight without her. you three reached the tables where most of the girls were gathered to greet everyone. 

you swiftly made your way to the bar, ready to start your fun. you were waiting for the bartender when you felt a breath on your ear, "you know, standing behind you outside of a football field can be even more exhilarating than i thought." you recognized jenni's voice right away and a smile slowly formed on your face. this, whatever it was, could be part of your fun, right?

you turned around and ignored your instinct to take a step back out of surprise, given how close jenni was to you. your eyes naturally scanned her body before your brain could even scold you for it and force you to put on a nonchalant mask. they finally looked up at her face, blush already visible on yours. the always present and annoying smirk she had on when talking to you turned to the bartender to order you two a drink.

"you know, i always wondered when you were going to finally talk to me, princesa."

"why would it matter to you?"

she cocked her head to the side, eyeing you curiously.

"i like corrupting pretty innocent girls who look like they could rip my head off in the field but then avoid me like the plague." she bit her lip, trying to hold off an amused smile when you roll your eyes.

"why have you never done so before, then?"

"alexia doesn't let me get too close to her players – and it seems she's not the only one." she points her head towards aitana, who's been watching you two interact from the dance floor with a frown on her face. 

you turn back to the bar to grab your drink and begin gulping it down, trying to keep your mind off of the catalan that up to that point had you wrapped around her little finger. "maybe you just have a bad reputation." you bite on the piece of lemon it was given to you and lick the bitter taste off of your lips. you noticed that had caught jenni's attention and asked, now with a small smirk, "should i be wary of that?"

her eyes never left your face as her strong hand carefully moved up your neck to your jaw, pulling you closer. you could feel her breath on your lips when she goes "i want to do bad things to you but i think it's something you should test yourself." 

your heart starts beating faster, blood rushing to your cheeks and your thighs pressing together involuntarily. just one move and your lips would be touching hers.

all of a sudden, your body is jerked away abruptly from the bar and jenni by a hand grabbing your arm and leading you in the direction of the club's exit. you look up to see aitana and let yourself be dragged outside where you pull back your arm, making her face you. "what exactly do you think you're doing, aitana?!" the rush and amount of emotions you had felt in the span of a minute made you question her with annoyance in your voice.

"that's what i should ask you. que haces con jenni?" aitana looked at you incredulously, an angry scowl visible on her face. you had only seen her angry on the pitch, and even then those moments were rare. but now she was pissed at you? for what? that only aggravated you further.

"what do you mean 'what am i doing with jenni'? you and i are nothing. you made it clear yourself multiple times. you can't have me whenever you want me and expect me to wait when you don't feel like it anymore. so do not tell me who i should or should not hang out with."

"but it's not just hanging out, is it?" she puffs air out of her nose, the frown never leaving her face.

"do you actually care or are you just jealous someone other than you is getting my attention?" you bite back.

"i'm not jealous. i'm just curious." she mumbled, crossing her arms and looking away, doing everything now to avoid your furious gaze.

"oh, so you're just curious. that's why you dragged me away from her like that." you say, sarcasm on the tip of your tongue.

she finally looks at you with an exasperated sigh, "and i'm worried. of course i care about you! and i know jenni isn't looking for anything other than–" she cuts herself off for a moment, knowing what she would say next would make her sound like a hypocrite.

"well, then that makes two of you, doesn't it?" the anger in your voice subsides but your tone is still bitter. aitana furrows her eyebrows together, a sad frown taking shape in her face at your words.

"the difference, aitana, is that if you tell me, right here, right now, that you want something with me, that you're not going to rush into my arms one minute and act like nothing happened the next, i'll stay. i won't go back in there to jenni or anyone."

"i–" aitana stutters, you can see her eyes begging you not to go back but her voice can't say the same. "i--i'm sorry. tú sabes que no puedo hacerlo." she whispers, almost as if she's ashamed to say it. 

you nod, fighting back your tears. silence looms between you both before you finally answer back, "that settles it then." you clear your throat before your voice can betray you any further for showing so much vulnerability in that moment. you turn around and start walking away, picking up your phone to call an uber when you see a message.

"28A 3rd floor. i expect to see you there ;) - jenni"

you seriously couldn't understand how this woman was capable of exuding cockiness even through text.

–

you managed to stay in your hotel room for about 30 minutes before temptation and frustration got a hold of you and you marched your way to jenni's.

you take a deep breath and knock on the door.

immediately you can't resist the urge to roll your eyes when jenni opens the door with a smug smirk on her face, crossing her arms and leaning against the door frame.

"took you long enough."

"shut up." you pushed at her chest and made your way inside.

#aitana bonmati #aitana bonmati imagine #aitana bonmati x reader #jenni hermoso #jenni hermoso x reader #jenni hermoso imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso fanfics

[sleekswosobession]

BEACH!

barça femeni x teen!reader

request: here

A/N: i have cricket training today :( and my family decided to act like we were in an episode of the kardashians yesterday

TW: Coarse Language

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Today was going to be a fun day, the team were going to the beach for a couple days. Because… well why not? I’ve always loved the beach so when I was asked if I wanted to come, there is no other answer other than yes.

I look out to the white sandy beach, it’s so inviting and immediately run over with my stuff. Alexia, Marta and Irene do most of the carrying but some of the older girls carry some things as well. Not me though.

I place my items on the ground and take the time to actually look around. We’re in a cove, it’s pretty secluded, there’s a beach house we’re staying in for the next few days and it’s pretty big considering we all have to stay in it. We agreed that us younger girls could go straight to the beach while the older girls do all the other boring stuff.

Jana jumps on my back and I stumble forward into the ground beneath me.

“Janaaaa” I whine.

“Whattt.” She mocks me.

“This place is GORGEOUS.” She remarks looking around at the cliffs, crystal clear water and slight rainforest.

“I know right, so many fun things to do. What first?” I ask, her eyes light up.

“We should swim and find any cool areas that we can hide away from overbearing people.” She smirks.

“That’s a great idea, let’s go!” I run into the water, feeling the cool liquid against the heat of summer I felt before. I dive in when just deep enough, Jana is behind me. Patri and Pina are chasing each other on the shore as Bruna and Salma film them.

I swim to the edge of the cove where the cliffs are and after some swimming I come across a cave system.

“Jana! Look, a cave!” She swims over and looks at the small cave, it’s enough to fit a couple people and has a little beach, just out of sight from the main shore.

“Woah, we could have like a campfire here at night.”

“You think Alexia would let us leave? No chance Jana.” She sighs.

“There’s a thing called sneaking out and we both know she goes to sleep at like 10pm.” I stare at her with a blank expression.

“Ok, let’s go back now. I saw JetSkis and want to ride one. We probably need ‘adult supervision’ though.” She nods her head and we make our way back to shore.

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“Where were you two?” Ingrid says as Jana and I walk up and out of the water.

“Swimming.” I say, she looks disappointed.

“Maybe stay where we can see you so Alexia doesn’t freak out. You’re lucky she’s keeping occupied with her own stuff.” She shakes her head.

“Sorry Ingrid.” Jana says but the Norwegian just smiles.

“It’s ok, I just don’t want to feel the wrath of Alexia come down on me or anyone.” I nod in understanding then Mapi walks out of the house in her own bikini. I notice Ingrid’s gaze on her.

“You guys make me sick.” I make a gagging noise and turn away.

“You will learn one day nena.” Mapi wraps her arm around me.

“I hope not. Anyways, could we go on one of those JetSkis? Pleaseeee.” I ask and she immediately agrees.

“Yayy, vamosss!” Jana goes to speak with Bruna as Mapi and I walk over to where the 2 water mobiles are parked.

“Ok so am I driving or are you?” She asks.

“Could I?” She nods.

“I’ll teach you, get on and let’s do this thing.” She instructs me to get on and turn the JetSki on. She then says to initially take it slow because going to fast straight away will make the vehicle unstable. I do as told and slowly get faster.

“This is fun!” I say, as waves crash over the top of us.

“You’ve got it nena! Now you can go a little faster if you leave this cove, are you ok with that?” I eagerly nod my head and speed up to where there’s more water and less land.

We drive pretty fast as we crash into different waves and water splashes all over us, it’s really such a euphoric experience.

As the fuel starts running low, Mapi guides me back to where we are needed, the sun has started to set by now and everyone is chilling either in the water, on the beach or on the beach house patio.

We make our way up the shore and I’m exhausted, people are very right when they say JetSkiing is tiring. I plonk on the ground next to Keira and place my head against her shoulder.

“Bit tired are ya?” She says laughing slightly.

“Damn JetSkis man, so tiring.” I grumble.

“Well, I heard dinner will be soon. Not sure who’s making it since we’re all here but who knows.” She pats my leg and Lucy walks over.

“Hey kid, wanna play volleyball? We don’t have enough players on our team and I have selected you.” Suddenly feeling a burst of energy, I nod and follow her.

On our team is Salma, Ona, Lucy, Frido and I. On the other side is Patri, Claudia, Jana, Esmee and Cata. Bruna has made herself the referee.

“Lucy I’m not sure why you chose me because I’ve never played volleyball in my life.”

“Doesn’t your school offer it?” She questions.

“Just because my school offers it does not mean I do it. It clashes with tennis season!” Even though I play football, tennis has also been a big part of my life and I still play competitively.

“Well kid, use that hand eye coordination with your arms and you’ll be right.” I nod and get ready.

It’s a pretty nice game, it’s close but our team is winning, everything is going smoothly until Cata hits a ball too hard and heads straight for my nose. I fall back.

“Ow.” I whimper and feel liquid run down my face.

“Shit!” Lucy whispers.

“You alright kid? Move your hand away from your nose.” I nod half-heartedly and remove my hands.

“Oof, Alexia’s gonna freak!” As her name is said, she magically appears out of nowhere and leans down narrowing her eyes.

“Come on, you’re not playing anymore.” I open my mouth to argue but she shuts it down.

“Bye guys! By losers!” I shout to the other team who look slightly off-put.

Alexia takes me inside making sure I’ve got all the sand off before. She leads me to a bathroom and gets a first aid kit.

“Not broken but I will ice it for now. Ok?” I nod, knowing not to mess or argue with her.

After she wipes my face and clears the area, she takes a small ice pack and places it against my nose, taping it down.

“No more volleyball for today, come sit with me and the others and we can talk about anything you like. I think dinner is ready anyways.” I smile.

“Ok, thanks Ale.”

“Anytime.” She kisses my forehead. “Ready to go?” She takes my hand and we go out where food is set on the table and the others have came back from where they were.

The dinner is chaotic, nothing unusual for the girls. It’s a homely feeling to be here with each one of them. Mapi nudges me gently and slides over a small glass of wine.

“Drink. I say it’s a great day to get you to try it, have some fun nena. I spoke to Ale and she’s fine because it’s under supervision even if you and I both know it isn’t your first.” I blush and nod taking it.

“Thanks Maps.” She nods patting my back and I take a sip. It doesn’t taste bad. Mapi smirks and cheers go down the table.

This team and life is everything one could ask for.

#woso #woso x reader #woso community #woso fanfics #barca femeni #barcelona femeni #barcelona femeni x reader #barca femeni x reader

[magics-neptunes-things]

Adversity

Hello everyone!

Here you are with a new story, with my one and only Ona. I hope you liked it! Please tell me what you think about it ♥

TW : Dirty Talk, mention of lover fight and mention of possible smut.

(Of course according to logic some dialogues are supposed to be in Spanish, but by sheer laziness I will simply put everything in English without translation)

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With your face resting on your hand, you are sitting at a table in the refectory in which the team usually meets for breakfast before the big games. Your teammates seem in a good mood, but you must admit that you don't listen to what they can tell around you. You vaguely realized that Lucy, Salma and Claudia are sitting next to you, but that’s it. Playing with food and the tip of your fork, it's only when Alexia settles down on the vacant chair next to you that you leave your gloomy thoughts.

You see her looking at you with wrinkled eyes while gently placing her tray on the table.

"What?" you asked raising an eyebrow.

"That’s what I was going to ask you. What’s going on?"

You shrugs, taking a small piece of tortilla on your fork.

"Nothing"

"She had a fight with Ona last night and they both are moody in their corner of the room"

Lucy answer at the same time as you and Alexia eyes goes to the english girl. You glare at Lucy, who send you a big smile, chewing her toast with some disgusting happiness.

In fact, she was right. Ona, contrary to your habits, was not at your side but at another table with Aitana, Ingrid and Mapi. It was in reality you who had changed tables when you saw her installed with the three other girls. A very stupid moove since it made you even sadder than you were already.

You can’t even tell why you started arguing, probably because of a small thing like every rare time it happens. But you went to bed angry and when you woke up Ona was already gone. She had an appointment with your medical team for a vague story of aductors and the worst is that you don’t even know if she’s okay and able to play.

"You're ok?" Alexia ask, full of empathy.

"She will be, you know how they are. If they are not reconciled after the game and in each other’s arms, call me Lucia for the rest of my life."

Lucy raise her eyebrows with amusement, while you prefer to answer nothing and lean against the back of your chair, showing her your middle finger.

"Leave her alone Lucia" Salma smiles.

You take advantage that Claudia relaunches a conversation with Salma and Lucy to lean discreetly towards Alexia.

"You know what the doctors said about Ona?"

"Yes, false alarm, she has nothing at all. She will be able to play the game as planned."

You nod, despite everything relieved to learn that your girlfriend is fine. Alexia doesn't add anything and doesn't even point out that you could have gone to ask her yourself, preferring to place a reassuring hand on your arm. The blonde definitely has great captain qualities.

On Ona's side, the mood is also gloomy. If the Spaniard finished her plate at Aitana’s insistence, she can’t help but look at your back and try to guess the interactions you have with your teammates. She saw you raise your middle finger at Lucy and then lean towards Alexia. She obviously also noticed that you didn’t swallow anything.

"Ona for God’s sake go talk to her!"

Ona responds negatively at Mapi's sentence with a nod and biting her lip. In her eyes, the fact that you didn't come to sit next to her is a way to make her understand that you have no desire to see her at the moment. And even if it break her heart, she respects it.

"What was the fight about?" Ingrid ask full of concern.

"I... I can't ever remember"

"Oh god, you are a real lesbian couple cliché, both of you" Mapi wines, earning a knowing smile from Ingrid.

Even Ona must bite the inside of her cheeks to avoid smiling.

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Like Ona, you're starting the game too. Striker, you will be next to Alexia as Ona is on the back with Mapi, Ingrid and Lucy. You have not yet exchanged a word, but the elusive looks of the beginning of the day have become longer and longer. You even get a little smile from her when you turn around in her direction, while you wait with the rest of the team in the tunnel to enter the field. You smile back, just before the signal is given to you.

You were playing the final of the Copa de la Reina, against Real Madrid. As the rivalry between the two clubs no longer has to be explained, you all expect it to be a physically difficult match.

And the firsts minutes of the match will show you that you were right to have prepared yourself for this. The opposing players don't hesitate to tackle the person with the ball, sometimes rather hard. It's only at the eighth minute that a shock leaves Ona on the ground, much longer than usual. Usually she's quick to get back on her feet and run to her post, willing to take all the shots without flinching. This is not currently the case and it lasts a little too long for your taste.

So you decide to take advantage of the game stop to approach her, while she is still sitting on the lawn.

It's only when she looks up at you that she realizes you have approached her, a mixture of surprise and relief passing briefly on her face.

"You ok?" you ask softly as she nods.

"Yeah. My head is hard"

"Tell me about it" you joke.

You give her a small smile before before reaching out to help her up. She gives you a smile back and with that you go back to your place with such relief that you almost feel like you’re flying. Finally maybe you will be able to reconcile, even if you can't bother Lucy aka Lucia.

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After half-time, the score is 2-0 for Barcelona, thanks to a goal by Alexia and a free-kick rather well drawn on your part, in all modesty obviously. You sat next to Ona in the locker room without talking, looking like two collegians in love but you didn't care. You even managed to avoid Lucy’s goofy look.

Back on the field, the game is even more brutal and rough than before. Dirty talk is also added by the Real Madrid players.

And Ona is the first one to suffer. In the action of the game and after a battle for the ball, you find yourself unbalanced by the number 12 of the opposing team who simply falls on you. Lying on you while you find yourself on your back, the situation isn't really pleasant. You nervously clear your throat, realizing that it takes her a few seconds too long to get up, both of her hand on either side of your waist, her face only a few inches from yours.

It's only when Alexia takes her by the arm to lift her up that you are finally released.

"Don't kill my best striker. Thanks."

Your captain’s icy tone sends your opponent back to her place, but she can’t help but smile with a bad look at Ona.

"Your girlfriend is really hot Batlle. Maybe at the end of the game I’ll have the trophy and your girl screaming my name in my room, who knows?"

Of course your girlfriend attended the scene and she already felt her blood bubbling. Far from suspecting what is happening, you thank Alexia on your side with a simple look. Jaw clenched, Ona takes a few steps in her direction but is immediately stopped by Mapi. No need to say anything, a look exchanged between the two women makes Ona realize that it's indeed not necessary to enter into this kind of things.

"You seem very sure of yourself, Leon. Maybe I could give your girl a try too"

Badly for her, with all the teasing she didn't realise that the game started again. And it only took a few tens of seconds for Ona to express her frustration in her rush and go to score a goal at the other end of the field.

Sincerely proud of her, this time you can’t resist joining your teammates to congratulate her. Both of you aren't the type to exchange kisses in public, especially on football fields, but you enjoy this embrace perhaps a little longer than usual.

"My little dragster" you smile and the smile she give you back asks you to use all your self-control not to kiss her until your lungs scream for help to get oxygen again.

Instead you kiss her cheeks and go back again where you belong on the pitch. And this time Ona will be content to address a corner smile to number 12 who will throw her a new spade based on "It is not that which will prevent me from asking her her number"

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35 minutes later, the referee whistles the end of the game, awarding the victory to your team. Cries of joy rise in the stands as you begin to celebrate this victory too. Salma happens to be the closest to faith to the whistle, she was the first you hug soon joined by Alexia and several other of your teammates.

After releasing her, your eyes begin to travel the field, eagerly looking for your small brown head. Lost in your contemplation, you don't notice the number 12 of the opposing team which makes its way in your direction of a decided step. But Mapi does and she runs to you, jumping on your body, turning you away from her new enemy number one.

"Great kick maestro" she smiles, dragging you to the middle of the field by your hand.

You were going to protest that you would like to see your girlfriend, but you barely opened your mouth when she magically appears next to you.

"Hi" she says with her supermagic smile.

"Hi" you say back, before opening your arms.

She doesn't hesitate a second before snuggling up, seeing over your shoulder Number 12 with an air of defeat that fills her with pleasure. You're hers, no matter what. Passing her two arms around your neck, she sighs with ease at the same moment you feel your body finally relax against her. Her happiness grows a little more when she hears you whisper in the hollow of her ear.

"I want to kiss you so bad right now"

She smiles and look at your eyes, biting her lips thoughtfully.

"Maybe later, if you are nice enough"

"I was born nice"

You fake a pout and Ona smile wider. As you remove some golden confetti that fell in her hair, you see Lucy two meters from you. She's looking at you, arms crossed over her chest with an air that seems to speak for him.

"What did I tell you?"

And, while you find yourself in a fiery makeout session in a corner of the stadium with Ona a few hours and glasses of sangria later, you have probably never been so happy that Lucy was right. Ona's lips on yours, your arms keeping her between you and the wall and the caresses she makes on your neck are the only reality you want to face right now.

She will talk to you about the statements of the unfamous Numero 12 opposing team once you get home, needing to talk to you anyway. Because despite your arguments, you tell yourself everything.

And if someone asks her, if there’s a name that was screamed by you that night, it’s definitely hers.

#ona batlle #ona batlle x reader #ona batlle imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine

[woso-dreamzzz]

Holiday Spirit

Barcelona Femení x Teen!Reader

Summary: You don't have travel plans for the holidays

Running away to play football in a foreign country wasn't one of your smartest moves but it was certainly one of your best.

You just wished that it didn't mean fielding questions of what you were doing for Christmas.

"When do you need to get back?" Lucy asked you one morning as you changed. She was leaning against your locker, typing away at her phone.

"Where? Home? I've got homework to do later. I think Mapi told Alexia that she would come over to supervise me. I can't go out with you."

"No, I mean for Christmas. When do you need to be back in England? Me and Keira are looking at flights. We're happy to take you back with us. Give you over to your parents when we land."

You laughed awkwardly. "Thanks but I don't need to fly back with you guys."

Lucy gave you a weird look before she nodding. "Your parents are flying out to spend Christmas here. That's nice."

You didn't have the heart to tell her that you hadn't spoken to your parents since they gave you permission to go to Barcelona and then promptly kicked you out. So, you just didn't answer her.

You were sure that it had been swept under the rug after that but Lucy must have brought it up in conversation because, as you pushed your lunch around your plate, Paredes slumped into the seat next to you.

You gave her an odd look. Irene didn't tend to sit on this side of the room. She usually kept to the older girls while you usually ended up squished between Ona and Salma - though both of them had been kept behind for media.

"Er...hi?"

She narrowed her eyes at you, like she was trying to work something out.

"Hello? If this is a test to get me to work on my Spanish, it's not going to work. I can sit in complete silence."

"When are your parents flying out?" She asked.

Your stomach plummeted and you placed down your fork. "Who told you my parents were flying out?"

"Lucy said that you didn't need to fly out with her and Keira."

"I didn't tell her that my parents were flying out," You insisted," Just that I didn't need to fly with her and Keira."

Technically, you weren't lying. That was what you told Lucy. You were already at rock bottom. You just had to get the pickaxe out and keep digging.

"Hmm," Paredes said, staring at you for a long while," You're an unaccompanied minor. Someone would have to drop you off at the airport. If you want one of us to take you there that's fine but Lucy and Keira would be the safer bet."

You just laughed awkwardly, not entirely sure how to bring up that you definitely weren't going home and your parents definitely weren't coming to you either.

"Ha, I guess so."

Paredes looked at you for a moment longer. "I want your travel plans by the end of the week. If you don't want to travel with Lucy and Keira, that's fine, but we need to know who's getting you to the airport."

Safe to say, you never did get back to Paredes about your non-existent travel plans. You hunkered down in the little apartment the club paid for and wrapped a blanket tightly around your shoulders.

Usually, the building was full of your international teammates but with Christmas in a week, everyone had already gone home - except for you.

You were content though, with all your lights off, dressed in fuzzy pyjamas as you cradled a cup of hot chocolate. A movie had been put on for background noise but you were busy skimming through tiktok on your phone so you weren't really watching it.

A knock sounded at you door.

You ignored it. You never opened the door when someone randomly knocked. Everybody knew to text you first.

Case and point: The banging got louder and louder and, honestly, you just hoped that the drunkard outside your door would realise they had the wrong apartment soon.

Your phone screen lit up with an incoming call.

You frowned.

"Hello?"

A sharp suck of breath came from Patri. "You're alive." She raised her voice. "She's alive! Where are you?"

"At home? Why?"

"Which home?" She asked urgently.

"What do you mean which home? To my knowledge, I only have one."

"Spain or England?"

"Spain. Patri, seriously, you're freaking me out here."

"Open your door."

"What?"

"Open your door right now!"

You didn't really want to, not with the drunk guy outside of it but something in Patri's voice made you obey her.

You swung open the door.

A body slammed into you, an arm around your shoulders and a hand cradling the back of your head.

"You're okay," Alexia said, sounding slightly choked up," You're okay."

You peered over her shoulder, seeing a group of your teammates behind her.

Patri.

Pina.

Paredes.

You could just about see Aitana and Marta making their way down the corridor too.

"Why...wouldn't I be okay?" You asked.

Alexia didn't release you, holding you close so it was Paredes that answered.

"Because we asked Keira if you had gotten back to your parents safely but she said that you never flew with her. So, we asked Mapi and Ingrid if they dropped you off but they said you hadn't even mentioned needing to go to the airport."

She crossed her arms over her chest and glared, peering into your dark apartment.

"And I don't see your parents anywhere."

You glared back at her. "I never said anything about meeting my parents."

Patri and Pina winced and you knew that it was the wrong thing to say when you felt Alexia tense. She pulled back and looked at you.

"What do you mean you never talked about meeting your parents?" She asked sharply.

"Why would I meet with my parents?"

"It's Christmas!"

"Technically, it's a week before Christmas."

"Don't sass me!"

You shrunk a little under the weight of Alexia's glare and you wondered briefly if you could shove everyone out of your apartment and swing the door shut in your face.

But, given the way that Alexia was holding you, and the way that Marta and Paredes were guarding your door, you gathered that that wasn't a good idea.

Aitana, Patri and Pina (the little rats) had all made themselves comfortable in your house, flicking on the lights and helping themselves to your slightly lukewarm mug of hot chocolate - leaving you completely at the mercy of the older players.

The combined weight of Marta, Paredes and Alexia's stares had you awkwardly chuckling.

"Sooo...It's kind of late. I should probably head to bed, huh? We should talk tomorrow. Good? Good."

"And let you sneak out of that conversation too?" Paredes said," Not a chance. Where are your parents?"

"England, I assume. Unless they've fallen off the face of the earth which, admittedly, would be pretty cool."

"And why are you here and they aren't?"

You shrugged. "Because?"

"That's not an excuse," Marta said warningly when it look like steam was about to come out of Paredes and Alexia's ears," The truth, now."

"Why I'm here and my parents aren't? I don't know if you've noticed but that's always the case."

Patri, Pina and Aitana snickered on the sofa, flicking through your Netflix account for something to watch.

"No more sass," Alexia said firmly," I mean it or you're going to be in some serious trouble." She sounded pretty serious too so you just sighed.

"I...I'm not going back to England for Christmas."

"Obviously," You heard Patri mutter but you ignored her.

"And your parents?" Alexia probed.

"They're staying in England for Christmas."

Silence reigned through your little apartment although you knew that everyone had already suspected what you had said. It was just different when it was finally said out loud.

"Why isn't your Mama coming to see you?" Paredes asked, a mother herself so you gathered something like this hit close to home.

You shrugged. "We don't talk. I don't talk to either of my parents. It's not a big deal."

"Not a big deal? Not a big deal!"

Alexia looked like she was about to burst into tears on your behalf which was something that you didn't quite understand but just kind of rolled with.

Aitana gently guided you over to the sofa like she thought you were about to break at a moment's notice, squishing you between her and Pina while Alexia, Paredes and Marta took refuge a bit further away on your armchairs.

"Why didn't you tell anyone?" Marta asked when it looked like Alexia had finally gotten a hold of herself.

"What's there to tell?" You said dismissively, swatting at Pina until she surrendered your hot chocolate back to you. It was practically cold now but you had made it using milk instead of water and you would be damned if you let it go to waste.

"Maybe about why you're avoiding seeing your parents?"

To your credit, your voice was more steady than you felt. "We don't talk anymore. They said it was either football or them." You gestured to your apartment, to the teammates scattered around your living room. "I chose football."

"And your parents were okay with that?" Marta asked.

"Well, clearly not, seeing as we're all sitting here, having this conversation." You scoffed in amusement. "In fact, I think my dad even said that if I ever showed my face again while playing football that he would swing at me."

It sounded harsh in the ears of your teammates but to you it wasn't. Your father always threatened bodily harm even against the most mundane of things like a driver cutting him off in traffic.

Alexia, in particular, looked stricken at your confession. You kind of understood. You knew that her father had been her biggest supporter and that each and every time she stepped on the pitch she wanted to do well in his memory.

You...not so much.

Anytime you stepped onto the pitch, it was a like a big middle finger to your parents (although you knew that they wouldn't even be bothered to watch any of your matches).

"That's not funny," Paredes said firmly," You father shouldn't have said that to you."

You just shrugged again, rolling your eyes. "Is this meeting of the Spanish Inquisition over? I've got a show to watch."

There was silence for a moment before Aitana spoke, sounding completely heartbroken.

"You're spending Christmas alone?"

"Yeah? Sorry, did I not make that clear?"

"Don't be silly," Alexia said though, talking over you completely as she typed on her phone," Of course she's not spending Christmas alone."

You glanced over at Patri and Pina, just in case they were privy to something that you weren't but they both just look as confused as you.

"Er...No, I am. I just said that."

"And I just said that you're not."

You cocked your head to the side. "I-I don't think that's how it works. You can't just speak stuff in existence."

"I'm not. You're spending Christmas with me."

"I don't remember agreeing to that."

"You didn't need to." She held up her phone. "Mami already agreed. She's asking if you're allergic to anything?"

"Um, no...Wait, hey! You can't just kidnap me! I'm fine being on my own."

"You're sixteen," Marta said," Go back with Alexia. You can have a proper Spanish Christmas. Her mum makes good food."

"I don't need a proper Spanish Christmas and I don't need good food. Everything I need, is right here."

"Oh, yeah?" Patri teased," Powder hot chocolate and microwaveable meals. You're eating like a queen, really taking care of yourself."

You stuck your tongue out at her before looking back at Alexia. "Honestly, I'm fine here. Your mum doesn't need to make me food or anything."

"Funny," Alexia said though her tone made it seem anything but," I don't remember this being a discussion. Besides, I already told Mami. She'll be very upset with me if I don't bring you along."

You huffed, knowing that there was no way you were getting out of this now. "You didn't have to do that. I was perfectly fine by myself."

"You're sixteen," Alexia replied," You shouldn't have be 'perfectly fine' by yourself. Aitana, help her pack her bags. Patri, Pina...I know you were planning to do it anyway but raid the fridge. Make sure nothing will go off while she's away."

"Wait, we're going now?!"

"Si, now. You said it earlier. It is late. You should go to bed. The sooner you're packed, the sooner we can go."

"Can't you just get me tomorrow?"

"No." She waved a dismissive hand as Aitana dragged you away. "Off you go. And remember to pack a scarf!"

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[mrchiipchrome]

Do you write for jenni hermoso

Cause if so you could write something about reader being just genuinely obsessed with jennis arms and all their teammates make fun of them for it

here you gooooo

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It was no secret to anyone that you got distracted easily, a quick ‘look over there’ would have you distracted for at least a minute. You were like a puppy in that sense, happy and easily distracted.

But few things distracted you more than your girlfriend, more specifically her muscular, tattooed arms. They legitimately had you drooling every second of the day, the intricate ink bringing forth the ridges of her muscles, biceps looking like the reverse Popeye.

To your disappointment, you only ever got to see them in real life every once in a while as you were still playing for Barcelona whilst your girlfriend played in Mexico. When you finally found yourself in her proximity, the first thing you’d do was squeeze her muscles between your fingers, admiring as she flexes for you.

So missing out on camp just wasn’t an option.

“You excited to see Jenni again Y/n?” Alexia asks, the woman herself excited to see one of her best friends, smiling softly at the way you’re wriggling around in your seat, pretty clearly in anticipation of seeing your girl.

“Nah, she’s more excited to be able to stare at Jenni’s arms than anything.” Salma teases, hanging over the back of your seat to peek down at your phone over your shoulder, the girl letting out an audible ‘ew’ when she sees that you’re looking at the selfie Jenni had sent you earlier, both arms and thighs on full display.

“Actually I’m most excited to be able to throw myself out a window and have my death be blamed on whoever one of you that’s my roomate.” You smile sweetly at them all before moving your headphones to rest over your ears, some random 80s rock song blasting through them.

“Dios mío.” Alexia exclaims tiredly, shaking her head as her hand comes up to rub at her eyes.

“Amor?” You hadn’t planned on falling asleep on the bus, knowing that the youngsters would 100% draw on you, even if Alexia told them explicitly not to. You were right of course, which is why you were slightly embarrassed to open your eyes to your girlfriend standing right in front of you, trying to keep from laughing.

“Jenni?” Her resolve finally breaks when you look at her in that adorable, but hilarious sleepy kind of haze. She wraps her strong arms around your lanky frame, pulling you up from your seat and putting you down to stand on uncertain feet.

She laughs again as you wobble around, pulling your suitcase down from the compartment you’d put it in before the bus journey started. Jenni doesn’t trust you with it though as she takes it from you the second it gets put to the floor. 

You smile goofily when you see her muscles peeking out behind her sleeveless shirt, throwing your arm over her shoulders in an attempt to sneakily squeeze her biceps. She looks up at you fondly through the side of her eye, the woman clearly amused by your actions.

“Enjoying yourself there Y/n?” Mariona calls out, signature smile on her face as she teases you, words bringing even more attention to you than anything you could have done alone.

“Yes, very much.” The girls all laugh at your content answer, you looking at them through half lidded eyes filled with amusement.

“That’s good to hear.” The girls catch you ogling your girlfriend’s arms a few more times that day before they decide that the best course of action would be to try to embarrass you out of your habit. It was getting annoying that you’d abandon all conversation the second your girl walked into the room with a tank top or any other piece of clothing that showed off her muscles.

 “Jenni, aren’t you tired?” The woman looks at the young Barcelona player in confusion, the question coming out of left field. 

“No?”

“Because you’ve been running through Y/n’s mind all day.” Salma winks at you both, biting down on her protein bar when she sees you looking at her murderously.

“More like doing push ups but yeah.” Cata teases, clearly not picking up on the whole murder vibe you were giving off right at that second. You calm down slightly when you hear Jenni laugh, looking up at her from where your head is resting in her lap, her fingers threading through your hair.

That calmness breaks when another one of your teammates starts to tease you again, still looking at your girl, you quickly respond to them.

“Salma, Cata and anyone else trying their very hardest to embarrass me right now, please do remember that I’m only one red bull away from acting on my intrusive thoughts, so I’d be careful if I were you.” The beaming smile still on your face makes Jenni laugh even harder and you soon join her, the two of you in your own world as the rest of the team tries to think up a new idea.

Jenni adored you, even if your homicidal side did come out every now and then. You adored Jenni, even if she did take advantage of your love for her muscles more often than not.

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[pelova4president]

Focus

Salma Paralluelo x Ex!RealMadrid!Reader

summary~ Your break-up was messy but this El Clásico is even messier.

The last few days were absolute hell for you. Nothing went like you wanted it to. Your car had broken down in the middle of the road, training wasn’t going well and your defending was absolute shit last game, causing your team to share the points. You needed to regain your focus, and soon.

Your focus needed to be on the next game, the El Clásico.

The team has been preparing for it for weeks now, this was the biggest game of the season. Real Madrid against Barcelona, at home. You actually had a feeling that you could win this game. The gap between the teams in Liga F was closing and you were here to prove it.

All had gone well until it didn’t. Just weeks ago your girlfriend had broken up with you.

You hadn’t seen eachother in weeks so it surprised you when she sent you a serious text reading ‘we need to talk’. You had called her twice after reading the text but she didn’t answer.

Opening Instagram to take your mind of the whole situation you froze. Did you read that right..

Salma Paralluelo seen on a date with Spain and Barcelona teammate Ona Batlle

Paralluelo and Batlle were seen together on a date earlier this week. They seemed to get rather close with eachother when leaving the restaurant. Is Salma Paralluelo really cheating on her Real Madrid partner with her national and club teammate?

Fuck. She was cheating on you? With her own teammate and your friend. Is that why she wanted to speak to you?

You swallowed the lump in your throat but it didn’t seem to go down. The feeling of betrayal lingered in your stomach. Just yesterday she told you she loved you.

Not only did she cheat on you but she did it with one of your friends and in public. She fucking humiliated you for everyone to see.

But you didn’t cry.

Your head fell back to rest on the back of your couch. It’s the same couch Salma had. You’d unknowingly gotten the exact same when you moved into your apartment. When you were welcomed into the Barca player’s home you spotted the brown leather.

Salma saw you chuckle from her kitchen and had asked you what you were laughing about. You told her what was on your mind and she said that it was meant to be. You had the same taste, only so much time until you would pick out furniture together, for your shared home.

But apparently that didn’t matter, you weren’t meant to be.

The sun was going down and you still hadn’t eaten yet. But honestly, you weren’t feeling hungry anymore. The feeling of betrayal had taken over your hunger and the anger and sadness of it all had left a bitter taste on your tongue.

A headache was entering your mind and you sighed at the thumping feeling.

You picked your phone up and the screen lit up. Your lock screen left a red glow on your face, Salma in her red World Cup kit kissing her wrist with your name written on it. Opening your chat you texted her back. ‘Yeah i get it, we’re done.’

And you didn’t hear from her after that. There wasn’t much to say.

You had moved on you told yourself. You deleted the posts and stories on all socials media platforms of the two of you. You got rid of the photo’s and little gifts she got you and hid them in the back of your closet. You unfollowed her and even went as far as getting rid of the brown couch. You needed a clean slate.

In the days leading up to the game there was a lot of tension between the teams. The media was on all of you. The media hype around the game had intensified and you could all feel it. And the fact that you’ll be facing your now ex added another layer of tension.

The public was eating it up, two exes taking it on in the toughest game of the season.

You’d been doing a concerning high amount of interviews and press conferences. They weren’t all about the upcoming clash, some of the press had even gone so far to ask about your relationship with Salma. You’ve been ignoring those questions, bringing up how she was gonna be a difficult opponent to defend. Thank god for those media training days.

Walking into the stadium you felt good. The confidence was there and the effort had been put into the preparations. You were sure that the team was ready to take on the title holders.

This was the game where you could show the world that those mistakes from the game before didn’t matter and that that was just a bad game, you were better than that. You needed to play at the high standards of Real Madrid. But you also knew that this game wasn’t just about the rivalry between Barcelona and Real Madrid, it was more, it was about you and Salma.

As you waited in the dressing room your stomach turned at the thought of seeing her again. The sadness and confidence you had earlier faded and the anger and nervousness came coursing through your veins. God, how were you gonna do this.

The girls had already gone out to do their warming up and you were left in the bright room. A room that felt way too bright for the feelings that were taking over your body. Nostalgia was playing through your mind, the times that you had played against her team and were looking forward to it. How you’d joke with Salma and how she’d say that she’d kiss her wrist for you when she scored. You told her not to and had even gone so far as threatening her with no kisses if she did. And how much you longed for those stupid jokes now. The irony of it all made you laugh.

And now you needed to play a game and act as if nothing had happened, like she didn’t betray you. You had to look her and your friend in the eyes and pretend that what they did didn’t affect you.

You walk towards the tunnel, eyebrows furrowed, back straight and head held high. You could hear the noise the fans were making, the stadium was going wild for you.

You didn’t look to the left of you as you walked out. But you did have the decency in you to shake every single player’s hand. Giving Salma a hand you looked her in the eyes, she seemed unfazed. Her expression was cold.

As Salma gets ready to kick the game off your mind takes a complete twist. The whole façade of only focusing on the game falls and the memories of the two of you joking before El Clásico’s go through your mind, making it hard to focus on the game that’s about to start.

As the referee blows the whistle, you take a deep breath, trying to push aside whatever emotions you were feeling.

Salma gets the ball moving and it’s hell from that moment on.

Barcelona dominates your team in every possible way but your midfield and defence stay strong. And with counter attacks you even manage to get a few chances on goal.

Salma is making it hard for you, she’s making dangerous and unnecessary hard challenges. The whole team was prepared to play a defensive game and take their few chances out of the game to attack but it was much harder than anticipated.

As you dribble the ball, your mind goes to the times Salma had practiced with you. You thought about the tricks she played on you and her signature dribble with shot. But soon your mind drifted off to how she would laugh when she out-dribbled you and how she would kiss tour defeat better. ‘Don’t worry mi amor, you’ll get it next time’ she’d assure you. You thought about how she used support and love you. Today she wasn’t going to kiss it better.

And now, with every shot you take, it feels like you’re losing either way. Your focus is on a whole different situation and it’s making it hard to keep up with the fast pace of the game.

Olga and Raso see the difference in your performance, and they know what you’re thinking about. They’ve been trying to help you but it’s hard to help someone who doesn’t think they need help. It’s impossible to help someone who doesn’t want any help.

It's a hard sight to see, your love for the game changing into something that’s making you feel the complete opposite.

Somehow your team kept it even, something Barca wasn’t used to and they were getting frustrated because of it. It was the 85th minute and they still hadn’t scored.

In the final moments of the match, you are running high on emotions. Salma is dribbling towards you, the ball at her feet. She looks up and pauses. And just as you are about to make a slide tackle she makes a move to your left and you’re left on the ground, without a ball. She gets past you and in front of your goal. Face to face with your goalkeeper. She is a master at this game, she loves a little mind game, she loves tricking people. Even if it meant hurting them.

And despite your effort throughout the whole game, she scores. Barcelona’s stargirl scores them the winner and your anger and sadness was the cause of it. It clouded your focus and you made a crucial mistake.

But Salma wouldn’t feel all that. She would be the hero, she would be the one thrown into the air while you sank to the ground

And as the final whistle blew, you knew that that was it. Somewhere you hoped Salma would come to apologise and tell you how sorry she was, but she didn’t.

You knew that love could be so beautiful one moment but heartbreaking just seconds after.

You look up and you feel your heart shatter as you watch Salma celebrate with her teammates, knowing that your relationship is truly over. She walks over to Ona who hugs her tightly and she accepts it like it has never been different, that was her new normal.

A/N i know you all wanted a happy ending…

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[wheresarizona]

giiiirl if you say Cielito is bi in your mind now I need to know if she like came out to Javi or how she approached the topic like was she scared of how he was going to react? I need to know everything pleeeease

Brunettes

summary: Javier asks a question you aren't expecting.

rating: T (coming out, language, Javi's continued hate of Harrison Ford)

pairing: Javier Peña/bi!reader

words: 793

a/n: Okay, okay, okay, I’ll tell you my bi!Cielito coming out headcanon. Now, again, this is just how I imagine things would go down. So, Javi figures it out on his own. Lmao I've written you a drabble on how the conversation would go. I hope you enjoy!

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs feed me. I’d love to know what you thought!

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It was a lazy Saturday afternoon that was being spent in your underwear and an oversized t-shirt as you lay atop your boyfriend’s bare chest on the couch. Your ear was to his skin, and you were soothed by his heart's strong, steady beat while you watched some romantic comedy playing on cable.  

“She’s so fucking gorgeous,” you said without thinking—you were pretty sure the actress’s name was Salma Hayek.

“I guess.”

You moved to look at his face. 

“You guess? Do you have eyes?”

He looked at you with a frown. 

“Yeah, I do have eyes, and I think you’re even more gorgeous.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, right.”

He pinched your ass, and your body tensed. “Stop that shit—I’m serious.”

You sighed, having a hard time believing he was telling the truth. “Fine.”

He grabbed a handful of your backside, and you both went back to lying on him and watching the movie. 

A few minutes later, he broke the silence. “Cielito?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m gonna ask you something, and you don’t have to answer. I’m just curious.”

“Okay…?”

“Are you… also attracted to women?”

The question had your heart rate speeding up. 

“Um, wow, we probably should’ve talked about this sooner. I mean, we’ve been together for almost a month.”

It wasn’t something you’d been hiding from him. You just hadn’t known how to bring it up. 

“Your answer isn’t going to change anything,” he reassured. 

That made you feel better. 

“It wouldn’t bother you?”

“Why would it bother me? I don’t care if you’re attracted to men or women. All I care about is that you’re attracted to me.”

“I’m definitely attracted to you.”

“I know.”

“And yes, I do fancy ladies and dudes—I had a lot of fun in college. What gave me away?” 

“You mean besides when we watched Star Wars last week, and you thought I didn’t hear you whisper, ‘I’d love to be the middle in a Han and Leia sandwich’?”

“Oh, god, I’ve been obvious,” you said, pressing your forehead to his chest. 

He rubbed his hands over your back. “Yeah, you have.” 

You frowned, lifting your head to look at him. “You must hate it when I say someone else is attractive.” 

He met your eyes with a raised eyebrow. “Are you gonna fuck them?” 

“What? No.” 

“Are you gonna leave me for them?” 

“No. It’s never even crossed my mind.” 

“You can’t help if you find other people attractive—so no, I don’t hate it.” 

“Good—”

“—Unless,” he cut you off with a grumpy look, “it’s that asshole who plays Han Solo, ‘cause I’m pretty sure you have a crush on him with how many of his fucking movies you’ve seen and all the shit you know about him.” 

“Harrison Ford?” 

“Fucking Harrison Ford.” 

“Are you… jealous of Harrison Ford…?”

“No,” he answered a little too quickly. 

“Sure, Javi,” you said in a tone that said you didn’t believe him. 

“I’m not fucking jealous.” He smacked your ass, and you laughed. “He should be jealous that I’m the only one who gets to fuck you.” 

“See—then there’s no reason to hate the guy since I’m dating you and only want you.” Leaning forward, you kissed him. You pulled back and asked, “Is it just because he’s a man it bothers you so much I like him? Or would you feel the same if it was a woman?”

He was pouting. “I’d feel the same…”

“Good.” You kissed the tip of his nose. 

“Is there a famous woman you like as much as that Ford guy?”

“Oh, I’m gonna let you figure that out on your own since you’ve got that big, sexy brain, and I wanna see if you can.”

You could see him thinking hard as he looked away with his eyes a little squinted. 

“Are you really trying to figure it out right this second?” you asked. 

“Hold on.”

“You’re not gonna figure it out a minute after asking the question.”

“There’s this actress,” he started, “I’ve noticed in a bunch of shit we’ve watched I thought might be your favorite, but I’m realizing you’ve just got a thing for brunettes.” He looked at you. “I don’t know her name, but I’m pretty sure it’s the woman in that movie we watched Thursday night.”

Your mouth fell open. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“Am I right?”

“I’m just so fucking obvious.”

“Yeah, you are.”

“You wanna know who I have the biggest fucking crush on?”

He frowned. “…sure.”

“This amazingly perfect guy named Javier Peña who has me head over heels for him.”

He smiled. “Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah—“ You leaned forward to kiss him, continuing to speak against his lips, “—I’d pick you over the other two in a heartbeat.”

“Good.”

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Christmas Miracle

Ona Batlle x reader

Ona and R are dating long distance and decided to celebrate Christmas with their respective familys but a strike of fate may alter those plans.

It‘s my first English fic and English is not my first language so please be nice.

Ona and Y/n met while Ona was playing for United and Y/n was on a vacation in Manchester. The Spaniard was smitten from the start and during Y/n‘s time in England they grew closer and fell in love.

They called each other everyday and texted whenever they had time and it became slightly harder when Ona returned to Barcelona and Y/n stayed in Germany where she lived. But their love for eachother was strong and now they were dating for two years. Y/n tried to tell her family and friends, that she was dating the Spanish footballer but they didn’t believe her, so she didn’t exactly bother to correct them anymore. Because of Onas hectic scedule and Y/n work, they decided that they had to celebrate Christmas apart again but Y/n was still very much smitten with the defender and vice versa.

Novembre 2023

After the dominant victory over Sevilla Ona and her teammates were in a bar for a couple of celebratory drinks when Salma nudged her gently: „Chica, your phone is going crazy.“ Surprised Ona took out her phone and the caller ID showed Y/n and herself smiling happily in the camera. Quickly she excused herself from the girls and answered the phone with a bright smile: „Hola hermosa.“

„Hola bebe“ came Y/n‘s voice from the other end and right away Ona felt something was very wrong: „What‘s the matter cariño?“ She heard shuffling from the other end and y/n‘s broken voice: „My dad…he‘s dead. He… he‘s gone Onita.“ Ona‘s heart broke hearing her girlfriend so sad and she decided to step outside: „Oh cariño, I‘m so sorry. I‘m checking the next flights to you, okay?“ „No!“ came Y/n‘s reply almost instantly: „You don‘t have to come Ona. You have important matches coming up and I couldn‘t ask for you to give them up for me…“ Ona looked surprised to the busteling street of Barcelona: „You don’t want me to come?“ Y/n sighed „Of course I want you here Ona, but those are important games and my dad loved watching you play so you would honour him by playing for him. Can you do that bebita? I just wanted to hear your voice and wanted to tell you that I love you.“ „I love you too cariño, very much so and I will play every game for him, I promise. What about Christmas though? Want me to come then?“ answered Ona playing with the promise ring y/n gave her the last time they saw each other face to face. Y/n sighed „You were so happy to celebrate your first Christmas back in Spain with your family bebe. I do not want to stand in the way of that. Your family is thrilled to have you back. Celebrate with them and we‘ll see each other in January like we planned. I would only destroy your mood because I know I will not celebrate Christmas this year.“ With a heavy heart Ona accepted Y/n‘s answer for now vowing to plan a trip to her girl, even if it will only be a day.

Christmas eve

Y/n, her mom and her brother with his wife were having dinner and Y/n was very much done with the day and this dinner. Ona was radio silent the whole day and Y/n missed her girlfriend very much. Her sister in law looked over: „What‘s gotten you so mopey?“ Y/n shrugged her shoulders and toyed with her drink lying smoothly: „Just tired and a migraine coming up.“ She looked symphatic when suddenly the doorbell rang. Surprised Y/n looked over to her mom: „Erwartest du noch wen Mama?“ („Were you expecting someone mom?“) She shook her head no and yYn opened the door only to let out a surprised squeal when she saw her girlfriend infront of her: „Bebe!“ Ona smiled shyly bundled up in a thick jacket which Y/n recognized as her own: „Hola mi vida.“ Y/n barreled in her girlfriends arms and buried her face in the defenders neck. With a content hum Ona wrapped her strong arms around her girlfriend and pressed a gentle kiss to Y/n‘s temple „Merry Christmas cariño.“

Y/n‘s family came to check on the commotion and found Y/n in the arms of a brunette girl who held her in her arms and kissed her lovingly. Clearing his throat Y/n’s brother asked: „Who‘s that Y/n?“ Y/n was put back down to earth by Ona but she wrapped her arm protectivly around Y/n‘s waist as she answered happily: „I‘m Ona. Y/n‘s girlfriend of two years.“ Curling closer against Ona Y/n smirked: „The girlfriend you guys didn’t believe that existed.“ Her brother and sister in law looked gobsmacked while her mom looked happy: „That’s why you told Dad and me not to worry about you.“ Y/n nodded and pulled Ona over: „Mom, Ona. Ona, my mom.“ Ona handed Y/n‘s mother the flowers she bought: It‘s a pleasure to finally meet you Misses y/l/n.“ She took them with a kind smile: „It‘s nice to meet you too Ona and please call me y/m/n.“ Ona smiled: „Very kind of you. And I‘m so sorry for your loss.“ „Thank you. Please come in. Do you want anything to drink or are you hungry?“ Ona smiled „A little bit. I only had a quick breakfast before jumping on the plane here.“ Y/n turned in Ona‘s arms and kissed her lovingly: „Thank you for coming. I love you.“ Ona kissey y/n back just as lovingly: „There is nowhere else I‘d rather be cariño. Mami and Papi send their regards and want to see you when you‘re in Spain.“ Happily Y/n nodded and made a plate for Ona to eat while the rest sat back down.

Placing the plate infront of the defender Y/n went to sit next to Ona but she pulled Y/n on her lap where she happily cuddled closer to Ona and stayed for the rest of the evening.

The next day Y/n, Ona and Y/m/n entered the cementary walking to the grave of Y/n‘s dad.

Ona held Y/n‘s hand and held a single rose in the other. She carefully placed said rose on the gravestone and began talking: „Hello Mister Y/l/n. I‘m Ona Batlle and I‘m your daughters girlfriend. I apologize that I wasn’t able to attend your funeral to pay my respect then but your daughter was pretty adement that I play the Champions League game and asked me to play those games in your honour which I do by the way. I hope I‘m able to make you proud. You have raised an exceptional daughter which I love with my whole heart and I intend to marry your daughter one day. I hope that I will have your blessing for that. I promise I‘ll treat her like a princess and love her for infinity.“ Just as Ona finished talking to the grave the sun broke through the clouds and the single sunbeam hit her straight in the face which made the Spaniard smile: „Gracias Mister Y/l/n I won‘t disappoint you. Merry Christmas.“ Turning around to face her girlfriend who had tears glistening in her eyes: „Merry Christmas cariño. I know you didn’t want to celebrate but I knew you needed me here. It was a gut geeling“ Y/n nodded smiling slightly: „Si bebe, I needed you. Merry Christmas.“ As they shared a sweet kiss infront of the grave, the sun shone warmly at the couple and Y/n smiled at the sky: „Merry Christmas Dad. Thank you for my Christmas Miracle. I love you.“

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Oh! I also recommend Inspector Koo! It's on netflix ^^ (the drama has a female villain)

Hope you're having a great week !!💖💖

Hi Salma, how have you been??? 💗 OMG A FEMALE VILLAIN SAY NO MORE I AM SO READY POPCORN AND SLUSHIE!!!!! I'm almost done with Bad Buddy, so I'm adding this to my watchlist 👀

Thank you so much for the recommendation, sending you a big hug 🫂

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Dare -Barca x reader

"Come on, we have to head to the bus" Lucy said grabbing you backpack to guide you out with Mapi right next to her

“Don’t want to piss of Alexia by being late?” You asked with a smirk as Lucy joking glared and el gently pushed you forward as Mapi laughed

Walking to the bus, you watched Mapi stop and stare at an open field before looking at you with a mischievous look

“Don’t” you said as you stared at Mapi with a challenged look, hoping she would say what you knew she was thinking

"Dare you to roll around in the mud" mapi said with a smirk as you then looked at the muddy grass with a conflicted look. You knew the captains would be mad but you never backed down from a dare

"Triple dog dare yah" Lucy said with a mischievous look

You jumped in the mud before flopping down on to your back and doing log rolls over the mud

"It's cold" you said popping up and as you felt the muddy water continue to seep through your previous dry clothing as you took of at a run to the bus

Alexia gave you an unimpressed look as you stood at the entrance to the team bus with a guilty smile.

"Who dared you this time?" She asked but quickly getting her answers as Mapi and Lucy appeared next to you, instantly sporting guilty smiles as they looked back at their captain

"What's the hold up?" Patri asked looking down  the stair and instantly laughing at the scene in front of her causing several up the girls to rush forward to see what she was laughing at

"Why am I not surprised" Aitana said grinning

"She can't get on the bus like that" the driver said looking annoying

"Okay, just give us a few minutes to figure out a solution" Irene said sharing a look with Alexia who nodded back

"Lose the shirt, shoes, socks" Irene said causing you to give her a confused look but quickly follow her directions as she gave you a stern look as you fought to not shiver at the cold air

"What are you doing?" You asked as you saw Alexia had gathers several water bottles and spare towels as Lucy and Mapi gave you sorry looks

"We'll help clean her off " Mapi said as Irene shook her at at them

"Inside, both of you" Alexia said giving Lucy and Mapi a look before they quickly made there way onto then bus

Irene started off by using a towel to wipe off as much mud as possible before looking back at Alexia who took the cap off the water bottle as your eyes widen

"Hold your arms out" Alexia said, which you slowly did as you eyed the water bottle. Alexia not even hesitating before she started to pour the cold liquid on your arms

"Alexia!" You yelped as you pulled your away, but Irene and Alexia expected it and grabbed you before you could pull away

"That's cold" you whined as they dump more water on you and tried to wipe mud off with the extra towel

"Maybe next time you won't go sliding in the mud" Alexia said giving you a look before wiping more mud off you as you tried to squirm away

"Come on, it's cold water and it's cold outside" you stated as you felt your body shaking to try and warm up

"Should have thought about that before you rolled around in the mud" Alexia stated

"We are moving ass fast as we can" Irene said wiping more mud off you as you stood quietly

Irene handing you a sweatshirt and as new pair of shorts, "change what you can quickly"

You quickly wrapped a towel around your waist to change the shorts and thew on the sweatshirt

"Ill wash all of this" you said throwing the muddy things in a trash bag to go under the bus for now

"You bet you are" Alexia said as you quickly raced onto the bus and letting out a breath of a relief at the warm air as you fell onto Lucy and Mapi who pulled you into there arms to try and help you warm up

"No, all of you sit separate" Irene said causing Mapi to roll her eyes but move as Alexia dragged you to the seat next to her

"Can I sit next to Salma and Ona?" You asked sparing a glance at her and the look she gave you told you the answer was no.

You were left with wrapping your arms around your self and you pulled the sweatshirt close to you as you slowly warmed up

"Come here" Alexia said taking sympathy on your slightly shaking form as she wrapped her arms around you and pulled you close

"You've got to stop doing these stupid dares" Alexia said as you cuddled more into her to get warm

"I'm sorry" you said looked up at her as looked done fondly at you "you three are still running laps for this"

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[two-white-butterflies]

smart sexy lacy | c55 and c16

Description: Three years after that horrible breakup with Charles Leclerc; now you're dating his teammate. What happens when certain deals are levied upon you? Will you follow through or go back to what you're used to?

Author's Note: Yes, I'm going through something. SEMI INSPIRED BY THAT ONE TIKTOK WITH THE GIRL THAT LOOKED LIKE YOUNG SALMA HAYEK. A little angsty and sad and toxic. But that's life and this happens in real life.

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A small exhale exited your mouth - oh, you always swore that you were over him, but seeing him walk past you. He's just standing there, breathing beside you - all the while your heart heaves in pain. You wonder if he still wears the same perfume - if he still wears the same lucky pants during race day. Or has he changed?

"Nice weather today," he smiled, gently settling down beside Carlos. You promised that you were over him - but now that he was sitting across from you - fuck, was it hard.

How could ever get over him? How could you ever get over a man who brought two umbrellas just to keep you dry? "It'll be easier to race, right?" you placed a hand on Carlos' chin in an effort to rid that man from your periphery. "Depends on how Max behaves," Carlos chuckles while pressing a kiss to your lips.

"Oh, a little decorum for the minors here." Charles chuckled while pointing at Oscar. "Oscar, this is what true love looks like." your eyes narrowed teasingly at the younger man and he rolled his eyes. Yep, this was true love. "Congrats on the engagement, by the way!" Lando congratulates while raising his champagne glass.

You exchange a side-glance with Charles. He wasn't smiling - and that somehow made you feel better.

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"How much did you pay for your engagement ring?" a street-interviewer suddenly invades your privacy. Carlos gives you a soft glance and you nod, seeing that you had time and there wasn't anything wrong with a little interviewing. "I paid for less than what she's worth," he chuckled - not taking his eyes off you. "Well how much do you think she's worth?" the man asked and he shrugs.

"I'd say all of the jewels in the world - then multiply it by infinity." he laughed while muttering the last word. Carlos absolutely adored you. "He's just bluffing because of the cameras, do you really think that?" your eyebrows merged into each other - he's only said 'i love you' as much as there were fingers in your hands.

You weren't aware that his love was this deep.

"I haven't said it enough - but yeah." he played with the plastic bag on his right hand. To your surprise, the man suddenly turns in your direction. "Do you think that you're worth that much?" he placed the microphone a few inches away from your lips but Carlos interrupts him. "I think that I can answer this one," he glanced at you - and you silently nodded.

"She's worth so much more than that, and this engagement ring is not even a fraction of what I feel for her."

"But if you're spending this much money, what do you get in return?" the interviewer bitterly asked and Carlos couldn't help but laugh a little. He's had years of experience in media training. He could explain his side as eloquently as this man asked his question rudely. "What do I get in return?" Carlos repeated the question. "Yep."

"I get a partner that is loyal to me - a partner that would choose me everyday when there are thousands of men much better than me. I get the mother of my children and a woman that'll be beside me until I die - and this engagement ring is absolutely nothing compared to whatever precious gift she gives me everyday." he smiled at you.

Your eyes twinkled a little bit - you were falling in love with him for the second time. Carlos was even more deeper than what you initially thought - so much more sensible and polite. "Okay, but are you saying that everyone has to spend so much money just to have the bare minimum?" the man inquires and Carlos shakes his head.

"I'll be clear and say that what she gives me is beyond the bare minimum, and it really depends on how much a person makes." he answers and you nod. "It's all about the feelings that come with giving a present," you bite your lower lip and the man frowned. "How much do you earn?" he turned towards Carlos.

"Okay, thank you for interviewing us." he pulled you away - quickly fading into the packed New York crowd.

You weren't prepared to face him alone.

It was a stormy night - a few minutes before your spontaneous engagement dinner with Carlos and the Grid began. The other drivers were in the other room - belting their asses off to singing 'My Heart Will Go On' by Celine Dion while you prepared your signature drinks. You were the only person inside the kitchen - until Charles decided to make his way.

"So, are you really going to marry him?" he inquired in a nonchalant tone. A decade ago, you wouldn't even entertain the thought of dating Carlos Sainz - but now, all you wanted to do was marry him. "What's that supposed to mean?" you asked, eyebrows merging into each other. That tone implied something else.

He placed his hands on the counter, staring deep into your eyes. "Let's not do this, please." he pleaded, searching for something behind your face. A hidden longing. Wishful thinking, maybe?

"We always broke up then got back with each other. This is the nature of our relationship, please don't make the wrong decision by marrying someone that cannot handle you." he proposed and you couldn't help but be offended in behalf of your fiancee. "You cannot handle him - he's boring and simple. You are someone that's so fucking explosive. You need someone interesting." he begged.

"Boring? My relationship with Carlos is not exciting - I must admit. It started off in the most boring way - as acquaintances. And our love may be different from what we shared. It's not exciting, or explosive - but it's so fucking sure. I know that I'll choose him everyday and he'll do the same. Something that I cannot guarantee with anyone else." you breathed, lifting the tray off the table and making your way towards the karaoke room.

You'd always choose Carlos, because he was your true love.

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I’ll Do It For You (Alexia Putellas x reader)

A/N: When i first heard that Alexia tore her ACL i knew that i would write a fic about it. 2 weeks later and it is finished. I hope you all like it!

“Ok girls, good session, lets call it a day” You, as one of the team’s captains, tell the group of players you have been working with.

“No, go once more” You hear Jorge yell.

Your frustration grows, this is exactly how Jenni got injured, then Salma, how many other players have to get hurt before he realises that he is working the team too hard.

“Coach” you try to reason with him “We have been training for 3 hours, I think that is enough” 

The players watch your interaction with him. Nobody else has the guts to challenge him like you do but then again you practically have a guaranteed starting spot on the team.

You see the look on his face, it is one that you recognise all too well. You know that he isn’t going to change his mind so you choose to control the situation the best you can.

“Once more” you side with him “but focus more on technique not on aggression or power” 

You are in the middle of a 1v1 battle with Ona when it happens. You hear someone scream out in agony but it wasn’t just anyone, it’s Alexia. You run off towards her, pushing through any players that get in your way.

Once you get to her you see the issue, something is wrong with her knee. Some of the players have walked away but the players who know Alexia well, most being your Barca team mates, stay near by but give the two of you space. 

“Ale? Is it your knee?” You ask even though to know the answer. 

She doesn’t respond, the pain making it hard for her to speak. She simply nods her head as she holds her leg. 

When you look up you see Mapi already looking at you, waiting for your instructions. 

“Medic” you whisper trying to remain calm hoping not to panic Alexia any more than she already is. Your gut is telling you that it is bad because she never stays down unless it was serious but if you know this then she will too.

When the medics get there they ask you to give them space so that they can do their job.

“Y/N, don’t leave” Alexia begs you.

You look around to see some of the players surprised at Alexia’s vulnerability, it is something she very rarely showed to anyone but her family.

“Not leaving mi amor, just moving so the medics can look at you” you reply.

Doing as you told her, you move so that you are now stood behind her as the team’s physio try to move her knee. When you hear Alexia hiss in pain you move again so that you are sat behind her, Alexia automatically resting against you when she feels your presence.

You shift your focus from your girlfriend to the physio, deep down you know what the injury is but you need confirmation.

You mouth ACL, to which the medic nods his head. He stands and tells the two of your that it would be best to get scans taken of the knee to determine the damage. You help Alexia to her feet, taking most of her weight when you realise she is struggling to walk.

“Maps” you signal her over. Alexia puts one arm around you and the other around Mapi as the two of you help her to sidelines where a member of staff is running towards you with a pair of crutches.

A couple of hours later, you and the team’s physio accompany Alexia to the hospital. You pace the hall whilst she gets her scans.

You don’t hear the doors open but the sound of your girlfriend’s voice stops you in your tracks. 

“Y/N” her voice is weak and you can tell by the lack of emotion in her tone that it is what you feared, she has in fact tore her ACL.

The physio talks with the doctor whilst you and Alexia sit down.

“I’m going to kill him. I told him that we should have stopped” You are beyond furious “How about I take you back to the hotel and we can have a night in the room, just the two of us” Jorge was at the top of your shit list but in this moment you are grateful that he fulfilled your request of sharing a room with Alexia for the tournament.

“Can we stay here for a little bit?” She asks you “I’m not ready to face the team yet”

“We will do whatever you want” you say softly. You open your arms, Alexia happily burying herself in your side.

In that moment, you realise what this means. When you feel tears on your neck you realise that Alexia has come to the same realisation. You place a gently kiss on her head, hoping that it can bring her some comfort. You feel her body shaking as she sobs, letting out all of the emotion that she has been holding in so far.

When you look up you see the physio the car keys, letting you know that he will wait for the two of you in the car.

“What if I can’t do it” Alexia says referring to her recovery and comeback.

“Alexia” you move the palm of your hand to her cheek, turning her head to face you “You are one of the strongest people I have met. You can do this, that I have no doubt and I will be by your side every step of the way” you tell her.

“Y/N” Alexia says, picking up of the way you phrased your words.

“Alexia” you mimic her tone, trying to lighten the mood.

“I know you, I know what you are thinking and I won’t allow it” she uses her captain’s voice.

“I will be by your side for this, I won’t leave you to do this alone”

This is something you are certain of, you knew it the moment you saw Alexia on the floor holding her knee in agony. You love playing for Spain but you love your girlfriend more and nothing is going to stop you from being by her side.

“You can play, I can’t” Alexia’s eyes begin to tear up after saying the words out loud for the first time “You can lead our team and our country to the final and bring the Euro Copa home”

“I can’t do this without you. It was suppose to be me, you, V and Jenni. I can’t do it alone” you swallow hard as you feel your emotions rising to the surface.

“You can do anything you put you mind to, you have shown me this much” Alexia says reassuring you.

You know that nothing you say will make Alexia see your reasoning for leaving the euros so you don’t bring it up again. The two of you sit in the waiting room for just over half an hour before she tells you that she is ready to go back to Marlow. Whilst in the car you send Mapi a text to let her know that you are on your way back.

When you arrive, you see Mapi, Patri, Lola, Aitana, Mariona, Leila and Misa in the lobby. They all swarm around Alexia wanting to make sure that their friend is ok. You stay close by as you try to protect her and her knee, the last thing you wanted is for one of the the knock her. The look in Alexia’s eyes have changed, the woman you were with in the waiting room is no longer there, instead the captain is front and centre. She tells the team that it is in fact her ACL and that will need surgery.

“When do you leave?” Patri asks.

Alexia looks at you before answering. This is something that you didn’t know.

“I have decided to stay until after the game against Iceland, then I will fly back to Barcelona on Saturday and they have scheduled my surgery for Sunday afternoon” After saying this she reaches out for your hand which you take happily, knowing that you both needed the comfort that the connection would bring.

“and you?” Mariona asks knowing full well that you wouldn’t leave Alexia to go through this alone.

You go respond but Alexia cuts you off only to get cut off herself.

“Y/N isn’t leaving. The team needs her now more than ever, I will not lose another captain” Jorge answers the question.

“You can’t stop me” you snap back.

Feeling that the situation is going to get heated, Alexia decides to intervene before you say something you will regret. You are considered a very calm and collected person but when it came to Alexia things were very different.

“I’m going to our room. Come with me” Alexia pauses as she moves closer to you “Please” she whispers and you know that her ask has two meanings.

“Of course” you turn placing a soft kiss to the side of her head.

“This conversation isn’t over, I will come and find you tomorrow coach” you tell Jorge making sure the he knows who is in control.

You swipe the key to the room you and Alexia share, holding the door so that she can enter first. 

Once inside Alexia sits on the bed, the way she looks at you, you know there and then that you are in trouble.

“Don’t” you beat Alexia to it.

“I wasn’t going to say anything” Alexia smirks, knowing that her lie is obvious. “Come here” you do as your told.

“I’m going for a shower and I could really use your help” Alexia says knowing just how to calm you down.

This is one of the many things you love about her. Even though she is heartbroken, she is still making the extra effort to make sure that you are ok.

You quickly take your top off, throwing it aside “Do you need help with yourx?” You ask playfully.

Alexia chuckles at your eagerness before nodding her head. You carefully help her to her feet, she lifts her arms up as you take her top off. Once she sits down you bend to your knees, you take her socks and shoes off gently as not to cause her pain. You tug at her waistband and Alexia lifts her hips off the bed allowing you to take her shorts off. You kiss her knee and it might just be the softest kiss you have ever given her.

When you look up at Alexia you see her crying.

“Baby” you say as you wipe her tears away.

“It’s not fair” she tells you, your action once again reminding her of the situation.

“No, it’s not” you agree.

After taking a shower, you go down to the makeshift food hall to get some food for the both of you.

“How is she?” Ona asks.

When you look around you see the rest of the team waiting for your reply, all clearly worried about Alexia.

“I’ll be honest, she isn’t doing great but she is strong. It’s hard for her at the moment, you all know how much the tournament meant to her. Going into this we said we would play for V and then we said we would play for Jenni, now you will have to play for Alexia as well” you say addressing the whole squad.

It is Lola who comes up to you “We will play for them. We will win this for them” 

You know what she is trying to do but you won’t lie to one of your closest friends.

“Lola” 

“No Y/N, you have to play. We need you” At this point the goalkeeper is practically begging you.

“She needs me more” you reassuringly squeeze her shoulder. 

Should you decide to leave the euros, you hope that your team would understand.

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Friday comes sooner than you hope. You cannot remember the last time you played for Spain and Alexia wasn’t on the field with you. Before leaving for the stadium you ask to talk to Jorge and you both come to an agreement which you know he isn’t happy with, truth is you couldn’t care less.

After the warm ups you are sat in your locker. You lean forward, resting your hands on your knees, eyes closed as you prepare for the game. You feel two hands on your shoulders, you don’t need to look up to know who it is, only one person could get away with interrupting your ritual.

“Hi” Alexia tells you “Happen to have one of those that I could wear?” she tugs at the shirt you have tightly grasped in your hand. This is one of your superstitions, you never wore your shirt until the very last minute, you always wait until it is go time.

“I thought you were going to wearing Virginia’s?” You are slightly confused.

“If I am going to be a fan today, I want to show support for my beautiful, super talented girlfriend” she explains her reasoning.

The players who hear her awe in response before laughing at your now red cheeks. You throw your warm up jacket at them “shut up” you say quietly, showing that your are slightly embarrassed by the compliment.

“Have this one” you pass her your shirt “I am waiting for a special one”

Now it is alexia’s turn to be confused but right on cue the kit manager gives you a shirt. You lift it up, a proud smile on your face. You can see the look of intrigue on Alexia’s so you turn the shirt around so she can see what has you so happy.

“You like?” You ask her. 

She takes it from you holding it up. There on the back of your shirt was Y/L/N and the number 14.

“But you love your 7, you once told me that you would never wear another number, you even got in included in your Barca contract” 

“I need you on the pitch with me”

Alexia is about to respond when a member of the coaching staff comes over to the two of you and tells Alexia that is is time to take her seat. She rest her crutches against your locker as she put your shirt on, you hand rests on her waist to keep her steady.

“Can I?” Alexia asks holding up your shirt and you nod your head.

She places the shirt over your head. Once your arms are though you gives you a quick peck on the lips. PDA is a rarity for the two of you especially in the locker room but in this moment you need it and Alexia knew it.

The game couldn’t have started any worse as Finland score within the first 60 seconds. Alexia watches from the bench, waiting for you to look her way but you don’t.

You breathe again when Irene scores, the game is even and you plan to make the most of it. You do just that when Spain get a free kick just out side of the box.

Normally it would be Alexia by you side, standing over the ball, today though Mapi joins you.

You start to tell her that you are taking it but she stops you.

“You got this. Score a goal for your girl” you know the cameras are on you, when you take a quick glance at the big screen you can see that you are blushing at Mapi’s words.

Once you hit the ball you know it is going it but still you wait until it hits the back of the net. Out of habit you look around the pitch, without thinking about it you are looking for Alexia. The whole team knows what you are doing so they step aside, making a clear path to the bench.

You just about reach the sidelines when you see the lines women holding out her arm and Jorge comes towards you, both trying to stop you from leaving the pitch.

“You can’t” he says knowing what you want to do.

“Watch me” you say.

You see Alexia hobbling near the gates. You hop over them as you celebrate with the love of your life.

Your arms are around Alexia’s neck, hers around you waist.

“Everything I do is for you. I will win this tournament and I’ll do it for you” you kiss her neck, knowing that it won’t be obvious to the cameras what you are doing.

What you didn’t notice is that whilst you are celebrating with Alexia, the referee has made her way to Jorge.

The lines woman starts to reprimand you which pisses you off. Can’t she see that this is about more than football.

“Oh, fuck off” you say having enough of her.

Just your luck the referee hears you and gives you a yellow card for your language.

“Worth it” you mumble as you run back onto the pitch.

Spain win the game 4-1, with the other two goals coming from Aitana and Mariona.

***********************

The next morning you help Alexia pack her things ready for her journey to Barcelona. Every so you often you catch her with a blank look on her face and you know that she is thinking about her surgery. It is something you know she is nervous about even if she won’t admit it.

You take her bag, quickly running it downstairs. When you get to the lobby you see the majority of the team waiting for the Balon d’or winner. You go back up to your room returning not 10 minutes later with the girl they are waiting for. 

Watching from afar you see player by player say goodbye to their captain, some simple, some more emotional than others. You are so focused on your conversation with your performance coach you don’t realise that the team’s attention is now on you. Looking around you try and figure out why but nobody says anything. Then you see Alexia hobbling her way towards you.

“Can you give us a minute?” She tells the other players.

“Yeah” “sure” “of course” these are a few of the responses that you hear before you realise what Alexia is asking.

“No need for a goodbye, not yet anyway” you tell her. Alexia now has her arm wrapped around your shoulders, leaning on you for support instead of relying on her crutches.

“Baby” she whispers so only you can hear her “It’s time for me to go” 

You look over to Jorge who subtly nods his head letting you know that the agreement you two made still stands.

“I’m coming with you” your words gain the attention of the team who were trying and failing to give you and Alexia a moment to yourselves.

“But coach said he didn’t want you to leave” Pina reminds you.

“We came to an agreement, didn’t we?” You ask Jorge who once again nods “I am going to go with Alexia and be by her side for her surgery then when she is discharged and settled at home, I will come back”

Alexia listens to you and she cannot believe what she is hearing. She wants nothing more than for you to be with her but after Jorge’s reaction she thought that she would be going back to Barcelona alone.

“And you are definitely going to come back?” Leila asks needing the extra confirmation.

You hesitate for a moment, the thought of leaving Alexia still doesn’t settle well with you.

“She will” Alexia says whilst look at you hoping that you will agree with her, which you do.

********************

Keeping to Alexia’s word you return to Marlow 3 days laters, although you did cancel 2 flights before finally leaving Spain.

You couldn’t believe how different things are without her there. You now had a room to yourself which is both a blessing and disguise. After a long day training and putting on a happy face, it gives you a safe space to feel however you wanted to feel but it also means that you got very lonely. Every time time you go back to your room you want to call Alexia but you choose against it because you didn’t want to hurt her more, calling to tell her about training would be like rubbing salt in the wound. According to her mum she isn’t taking her injury very well, she refuses to talk about football, the only one to get to smile is Nala who refuses to leave her side.

The absence of Alexia and Jenni is obvious. The team is split up into Barcelona and Real Madrid with the other players picking whichever side gives them game time. You and Irene are trying your hardest to unite the team but nothing works. 

The tournament doesn’t go as you hoped, with Spain losing to Germany in the second group game. Afterwards you shut yourself off, you begin to second guess your every move. Once back at the hotel you go straight to your room, you decline Leila and Misa’s offer to eat with them, saying that you didn’t have an appetite.

“Let me guess, she isn’t hungry” Aitana asks the couple.

Leila shakes her head.

“I’ve never seen her like this, even after a loss she stays with us, she always said that it is important we stick together in the wins and the losses” Misa says clearly concerned for her friend.

“She misses Alexia” Patri blurts out whilst she takes a mouthful of food.

“We all do” Lola snaps slightly.

“It’s different for Y/N and you know it Lola” Mapi comes to your defence without hesitation.

The tattooed defender pauses for a second and it is clear that she is contemplating saying something. The table watches as she opens her mouth to talk but then changes her mind.

“It’s worse than what she leads on” Mapi tells the team “Alexia called me this morning, her and Y/N got into an argument now she is shutting herself off. She won’t take Alexia’s calls and she has told Eli that she doesn’t want to be here anymore” 

The team is in shock upon hearing what Mapi is telling them. They know you are struggling, the pressure you are facing is unlike anything before. The team lost two captains leaving you and Irene, only thing is you speak fluent English so you have been doing the majority of the media duties. The team knows that you and Alexia are dating but your only your Barcelona team mates knows just how deep the bond you and Alexia share is.

“We need her for the Denmark game” Ester says.

“No, we need her for the tournament. I hate to admit it but she is carrying this team” Sandra says.

Everyone hums in agreement.

“So what do we do?” Athenea asks.

“We give her the space and be there for her if and when she needs us” Mariona suggests.

“Oh and one more thing, try not to ask her about Alexia. I heard some of you this morning, you ask her about Alexia before you said Good Morning” Leila says remembering some of the conversations she heard whilst getting breakfast.

Days pass and it is soon the do or die Denmark game. The hopes of the team and of the country hangs in the palace. Tensions are high on the bus to the stadium, the energy is off and you know if it stays that this then you will be packing your bags and going home.

In the locker room you can hear the tapping of boots on the floor. Deciding you can no longer take it, you ask the coaching staff to give you the room.

“You know when we first starting preparing for this tournament I truly though that we will win it. The way we were training, it gave the rest of the teams something to fear but now, it is like we are a different team entirely. I know that you all miss our captains, but as much I hate it say it, we can’t think about them, they aren’t here. You know who is? The women is this room, the women who despite some of our issues during the league” you look at ester, your lips curling into a smirk “I am proud to call my team mates” 

You pace around the locker room as you muster the courage to say what needs to be said. 

“Ever since the first game we have said that we play for those who are not here and whilst I love those people, we need to start playing for ourselves. We are a team, one team!” Your emotions begin to get the better of you so choose to cut your speech short.

“I know that you guys are worried about me but you don’t need to be. I am here because I want to be, is it hard at times, yes but I am here to win the Euros. Anyone else?” 

The team cheers loudly in response.

Throughout the game you feel like you are cursed, you are pulling out every trick in your book but the ball refuses to hit the back of the net. The curse lingers over the rest of the team as the game remains 0-0 at half time. The second half gives you hope but time is running out and even though as it stands Spain will go through, you want to win, you need the win.

You make a run in the box when you see Mariona running forward but you also see Olga clear on her left. You see the play before it happens. You run, moving behind your marker so that you are clear and as if on cue Olga send the ball into the box, you manage to get your head on it perfectly and watch as it flies past the keepers hand and into the back of the next.

You did it!

Spain are through the the quarter finals!

That night you celebrate with your team and once you are back in your room you face time Alexia.

“I know it wasn’t our best, my best performance but” you begin to say but Alexia cuts you off.

“You are amazing, I am so proud of you Y/N” You watch Alexia as she bites the her cheek, something she did when she was nervous.

“What is it?” You ask.

“Mapi called me” you roll your eyes “Don’t be mad at her. She is telling me the things you should be. Why didn’t you tell me you aren’t sleeping or that you are stressed?” 

You cannot help but feel guilty when you see the look on her face, clearly she is hurt that you kept these from her.

“I didn’t want to worry you. I felt horrible after our argument, I never should have snapped at you, my problems are nothing compared to what you are going through. I’ll be fine, you just need to focus on you” you feel a tear roll down your cheek, you look away hoping that Alexia doesn’t see.

“Baby, look at me” you don’t “Please” you do so at the second time of asking.

“Me and you, we are partners. No one’s problems are more important than the others” 

“I disagree” 

“I knew you would because you put everyone before yourself, it is one of the things I admire the most about you. You are playing in one of the most important tournaments of your career and you are thinking about leaving it because you want to be with me”

“I don’t know what you are talking about” your attempt to lie fails miserably as Alexia clearly knows the truth.

“My mum told me. She is worried about you too, Alba as well. Nala even barks differently at the tv when she sees you”

“I really wish I was there but I know that I need to be here. I made you a promise and I plan on seeing it through”

“You are unstoppable out there”

“Because I know you are watching”

You and Alexia talk for a few more hours, she can tell that you are tired so she tells you a story, one of your favourites, the moment she knew she was in love with you. By the end of it you are fast asleep.

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The team bond is stronger than every after the Denmark game. Spain end up beating England in the quarter finals and Sweden in the semi finals. Despite the obstacles thrown your way, you make it to the final. Now only one team stands in the way. France.

The thing you hate about the French team is that is had so many Lyon players. You and the Barca girls joked about how if you beat them in the euros the victory would be extra sweet.

Another reason why you are looking forward to the game is because Alexia had told you that she got the all clear from the doctor to fly to London and be there or at least that was the plan.

It is the morning of the day before the final and you are on your way down to breakfast when you hear your phone go off, looking down you see ‘Mi Alma’ on the screen.

“Hi” you say drowsily as you had just woken up.

“Good Morning, have you just woken up?” You nod your head as you rub you eyes with your spare hand.

If ever asked, Alexia would say this is when she likes you the most, this is time you are most human. You aren’t a captain, not even a football player, you are quite simply her girlfriend, the title that she prefers out of all of them.

It is when you see the look of distress of her face that you begin to worry, your concern for your girlfriend waking you up quicker than any coffee ever could.

“What is it?” Just as you finish your sentence, the elevator doors open and you make your way to the make shift food hall.

“I’m so sorry” she tells you.

“What are you talking about? You have nothing to apologise for” you try to comfort her but it is hard to do without knowing her reason.

“I can’t” she pauses much to your annoyance.

“Can’t what Alexia” without knowing it you raise you voice, gaining the attention of those around you.

“The final” although her sentence isn’t complete you understand her meaning.

“You’re not coming to the game” your nose twitches, your eyes brimming with tears. 

“I’m sorry Y/N. The swelling in my knee hasn’t gone down as much as they thought it would so the doctors have told me that is best not to fly” 

Your hurt is soon replaced with worry.

“Don’t worry about the final Alexia, it isn’t important” you wipe your eyes, the action tells your team mates around you that her not coming is in fact important to you, how could it not be.

You see Irene enter the room and use it as an excuse “sorry baby, Irene is calling me, I have to go” 

Knowing the importance of a captain’s meeting she lets you go without a second thought.

“What was that about? I have just walked in, I don’t need to talk to you. You could have finished your conversation with Alexia” the Basque woman is clearly confused.

“Alexia isn’t coming to the game” you say before walking towards the door you had just entered mere moments ago.

The team watches you walk away.

“I told you this wasn’t a good idea” 

“She will be fine”

“We have had the old Y/N for the past couple of days and we all know that it isn’t because we are through to the final, it was because she was going to see Ale”

“Imagine her face, it will be worth it”

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Saturday 31st July, Euros final, a sold out Wembley Stadium.

“Ok, we get it. You have played for this number of people before but for some of us this is a big deal and it’s a final, yours was only a quarter final” Lola rambles on, showing her nerves.

“and semi final” Partri corrects her.

“and it was Camp Nou. Wembley is nothing compared to Camp Nou” you tell the goalkeeper.

Your Barcelona team mates cheer as they remember the the memory, the day you all made history and then broke your own record and made history again.

After the warm up you sat in you locker as you read a text from Alexia that simply wished you luck. The shortness worried you, this is the beginning you think, this is her closing off and pushing you away.

“Any words from the captain?” You hear Sandra ask.

You turn your phone off and look towards Irene but when you look around the room you see everyone’s eyes on you, Irene standing in front of you holding out the armband.

“Well captain” she places the band around you arm “Got anything you would like tell the team?”

You can tell by the faces around you that this was planned.

“I don’t think” you try to talk you way out of the armband. Up until this point you have always being a metaphorical captain, only taking the armband when one of the other captains were subbed off.

“You deserve this. Don’t insult yourself by not taking it” 

You give a pep talk, one of your best if you do say so yourself.

You stand in the tunnel, proudly sporting your new accessory. Your debut as captain is a Euros final and you  didn’t have her there to see it.

As if you are thinking out loud, Sandra places her hand on your shoulder “She’ll be proud of you no matter where she is watching from” 

You don’t have time to respond as the referee and linesmen begin the walk to the pitch.

After the line up and the coin toss you take you place on the pitch. You pull the 14 on the front of you shirt to your lips, kissing it just as you have every other game. You look to the family section and see the empty seat that was reserved for Alexia. The world has been cruel to her in the past few weeks but you really hoped to cheer her up today, you know that you can still do that but it isn’t the same. 

90 minutes later, the referee blows her whistle for the final time of the tournament. You’ve done it, Spain have done it, they have beaten France 3-1 thus earning the title of European champions.

You fall to the floor, all the strength you have been channeling since day one is gone. You lay on the pitch, face down in your hands. Sobs racking your body as you let your head catch up with your heart. All the hurt you have felt during the Euros, the feeling of letting Alexia down by choosing to remain with team. The fact that you have finally won a trophy with Spain and she isn’t by you side when it happens. 

The concept of time fails you, the world around you fading as you lay their on the pitch with no intention of moving, not until you can compose yourself.

“We did it” 

“We are Champions!” 

You look up to find the Melis with huge grins on their faces.

When they see you face, their expression changes.

“Jorge sent us over, said it is almost time for the presentation and that the captain needs to be front and centre”

“Thanks” you grab both of their hands “We won” you say almost in disbelief.

Mapi hold her hands to her chest, pretending to be offending by your words “Did you ever doubt us”

“Not you guys” you tell them.

“What have I told you about doubting yourself” 

You recognise the voice instantly and the looks on the pair of defenders faces confirm what you already know. You are up on your feet in the blink of an eye, turning to face her.

Alexia.

Words aren’t needed, you just want to hold her, so you do.

Your arms wrap tightly around her waist. Her crutches fall the floor as she knows she is safe in your hold. You bury your head in the crook her neck. 

“Are you mad that I lied?” She asks you.

Truth is Alexia was worried about how you would react to seeing her. Sure, she knew you would be happy but it was a risk. When she told you has wasn’t coming she wasn’t sure if it would ruin the game.

“Under any other circumstance I would be furious. I thought you had hurt yourself more, do you understand how that made me feel?”

“that is a no, right?” She asks still not sure if she is in trouble.

“I could never be mad at you, not when you look like that” 

“I’m not doing anything”

“Exactly” 

Alexia softly slaps your shoulder making sure to keep one hand around your neck for balance.

“Hey! I was being nice, I can be mad at you at if you want”

Alexia rapidly shakes her head.

“That’s what what I thought” you look down her her knee which is currently in a brace “Just to make things clear, you are ok, aren’t you?”

“I am. The doctor has said that I am healing well and I have you to thank for that”

Alexia words catch you off guard, you couldn’t have been less helpful given that you have been in a different country.

“You” she pokes your chest “have motivated every day that we have been apart. The day after you left was really hard, nala couldn’t understand why I wasn’t playing with her so she went in a mood with me and then me and alba got in an argument because she was hovering so she left. Then my mum came round and gave me a letter, one of the many that you left with her. I read it and it was like you were there with me even though you were almost 1,000 miles away”

Alexia moves closer to you, her face inches away from yours. She leans forward and for a brief moment you think she is going to kiss you but at the last minute moves her lips to your ear.

“We are surrounded by cameras and for the first time in a very long time I don’t care. I want this moment to life forever. I am so proud of you Y/N, I know that you have struggled but you never gave up and that is what makes you one of the best, it is why I love you. You inspired the entire team and pushed them to be the best players they can be. If is why you have this” she pulled at the captains armband “and why you deserve to be the first one to lift that trophy”

Alexia pulls away so that she can look you in your eyes.

The words you told her in that very first game play on repeat in her head.

I will win this tournament and I’ll do it for you.

“You kept your promise” 

Once again, she leans forward and when you see her glance at your lips you know exactly what she is going to do.

“The cameras?” You say as you look around, seeing several cameras aimed at the two of you.

“Like I said before, I don’t care. Nothing and no one will stop me from doing this” 

Her lips crash against yours, the world disappearing around you as your mouths move in sync. You are so caught up in the moment that you barely hear the cheering and whistling. You pull away first, knowing that the two of you could do this for hours. 

“The next few days are going to be fun” you say causing the both of you to laugh.

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One Love (5)

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This is another part from my Luna's serie, One Love. It's from some request of some of them, please don't hesitate to ask me if you want something :)

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PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5

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“Are you writing to Lucy again?!”

Laia’s voice makes Ona almost jump, not expecting her best friend to be as close as she is right now. In fact, she’s sitting in the armchair next to Ona.

“What the hell Laia” Ona grumbles, not answering her question.

Because of course she was. Can anyone blame her? When she’s at home, she has her girlfriend next to her almost every second of the day. Now they are apart for more than ten days and it feels like hell.

“Of course she is” Salma grins, sitting on the other side of Ona.

Ona rolls her eyes, answering to Lucy’s text anyway, making the two other girls smile at each other. They both love Ona, they are actually very fond of seeing her friend as happy as Ona seems to be.

“And you just see how much she is writing to her. You don’t have her looking at Lucy with her heart eyes all day” Salma add.

She’s still smirking, laughing when Ona raises on her a dirty glare.

“I don’t have heart eyes for her all day.”

“Don’t worry, I think it’s cute. I’m sure Lucy thinks the same thing.”

Ona hit Salma’s shoulder this time. She wanted to go for her head, but the striker change wisely her position to be as far as Ona as possible.

“Don’t be like that, Onita. You know that we are actually very happy for you.”

Ona rolls her eyes one more time, unable to hide her smile. She is happy, she even said it in one interview the other day. She doesn’t like to talk about her private life and she didn’t gave any indication about her love for Lucy, but she still said that she is happy. Ona knows that Lucy had read the interview.

“I am happy” Ona mumbles, laying on Laia shoulder while sticking out her thong to Salma.

The younger woman snorts at Ona.

“You never fight?” Laia asks with curiosity.

Ona shakes her head honestly. She knows that only a few people would believe her, after all Lucy and her have both a strong head. But they decided very soon in her relationship to favor discussions.

“That’s true” says Salma. “I’ve never heard one of them talking bad at the other.”

“We only had one fight to be honest.” Ona says thoughtfully.

“What was it about?”

********

Ona doesn’t know how this fight has started, to be honest. They were at the game this afternoon, they won and even if Lucy received a yellow card, it was a good game. After the fans’ meeting and the shower, they went home. Ona was hopping to eat some sushi, cuddle with her girlfriend and their dogs before falling asleep in front of a movie they will take forever to choose.

But it seems like everything went wrong. Lucy was kind of moody when they left the stadium and even if Ona asked her several times what was happening, she only had the answer “I’m fine.”. But Lucy wasn’t, she kept looking right in front of her while driving, not even looking one time at her girlfriend.

The small talk that Ona tried to make wasn’t working either. She just putted some music on and kept looking by the window. Unlike she usually did, Lucy doesn’t open her the car door and even if Ona was saying at first that she can do it herself, she started liking when Lucy does it.

When Lucy plops on her sofa without looking at her, scrolling on her phone with a tightened jaw, it was too much for Ona. She hates fighting, she always tries to find a way to make things better for everyone without having a beef. But right now, it’s too much.

“Lucy?”

No answer.

“Lucy!”

Still no answer. And Ona takes a big breath before walking in her direction to snatch her phone from her hand.

“Can you at least answer me?!”

“Give me my phone back.”

Lucy’s tone is cold, and Ona hates it. But she stands her ground, hiding the phone behind her back. Of course, she knew that Lucy would get mad. But a least she maybe will tell her what the hell is happening.

“No. Talk to me, what’s happening?”

“Nothing Ona, for God’s sake! Give me my phone back!”

The English woman raise her voice and Ona flinch while the dogs hurry to leave the living room. Lucy doesn’t mean to snap at her girlfriend who only seems to want to make things better. But she’s stubborn, hate to talk about her feelings and she’s tired. And mad, but Ona still doesn’t know why.

“Stop acting like a moody teenager Lucy, talk to me please.”

But Lucy thought that it was too late. The fight has already started, Ona is already pissed and herself is already boiling inside. So, she gets up from the couch, passing next to her girlfriend to go to the kitchen.

“You know what? Go to hell.” she mumbles.

In a typical teenage fashion. Feeling that her composure is starting to break, Ona closes her eyes for some seconds and takes a big, silenced breath.

“I don’t understand what is happening, Luce.”

“Why don’t you go ask your best friend? Or is she already gone back to San Sebastian?”

The answer came but it’s nothing that Ona was thinking about. She needs some more seconds, but this time it was to figure out what it was about.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Her best friend is Laia Aleixandri who is definitively at Manchester right now. So, there is no way that Lucy is talking about her and why the hell would Laia makes in their relationship problems? Her and Lucy went along great.

“Oh please.” Lucy is in the kitchen, looking at her through the opening of the door and she raises her voice again. “Don’t tell me it was nothing, I saw the way you hug each other. Everyone else saw it.”

Ona is so surprised that she wants to laugh. Thanks god, her rational part tells her that it’s maybe not the right thing to do.

“She’s a friend. We played together at la Misa when we were younger.”

Lucy snorts and answer something like “Yeah sure” and that makes Ona gone mad too. She knows that her girlfriend is mad, but her cockiness starts to get on her nerves. Especially when the English woman doesn’t make any move to try to make things better between them.

It was this time Ona’s turn to shout.

“Who do you think I am exactly? It was a damn hug Lucy, not a making out session!”

Lucy bites her tongue hard to not answer at that. She knows that otherwise; she will answer things that she doesn’t think and that she will hurt Ona. And even if she’s mad about that girl, the yellow card and almost everything, she doesn’t want to hurt the younger girl.

But Lucy’s silence wasn’t helping, and Ona assumes what everyone would assume.

“Glad to learn how you think about me.”

She was cold too, now hurt. She feels her tears coming and there is no way that Lucy sees her like this. Ona hates being angry because she always ends crying and losing all her credits. So she goes to the bathroom, slamming the door for good measure.

“Shit” sights Lucy, pinching her nose.

********

During the next hour, there is almost no sound in the flat. Ona stayed in the bathroom and then in the bedroom. She regrets her choice, because everything smells like Lucy and remember her their fight. This is their first real fight, they had misunderstood or disagreements, but never that way.

She cried a little (a lot) and after that she used some cold water to make her face a little less red and puffy. After that she was hopping to be able to have some cuddles with her dog, but Coco is nowhere to be found. She frowns when she calls him one time and a second without him coming running like crazy.

She hesitates to go find him, but after twenty minutes, she stands slowly from the bed. When she’s lying on it, he will run to her to cuddle with her. They make the dogs sleep in the living room so every second stolen with one of them on the bed is precious to him.

“Coco?” she calls again at the door of the room.

She waits and listen to any sound indicating the dog’s arrival, but still nothing. At first Ona thinks that he might be angry at her too and she almost cry again. But she thinks better and goes discreetly to the living room. She perks in the room carefully, not wanting for Lucy to see her. Narla is curling against her Mama’s tight, but there is no sight of Coco.

So she goes to the bathroom, to the entry, to the guest room and the kitchen. But still no Coco. And Ona starts to get really worried. Her last chance is the balcony, but she has to cross the living room to go to it. Sighing, she decided to ignore Lucy’s presence, still very mad at her. And hurt, too maybe. Anyway, she really doesn’t want to talk to her right now.

She feels Lucy gaze following her when she crosses the room but doesn’t look at her. Coco isn’t on the balcony and Ona isn’t far for a break down. She sniffs while closing the balcony’s door and that’s what alert Lucy.

“What are you looking for?”

Lucy’s voice returned to her normal tone and Ona takes a shacky breath before answering.

“I can’t find Coco” she mumbles without looking at her.

“What do you mean you can’t find Coco?” Lucy frowns.

“I can’t find Coco Lucy, what don’t you understand?” she shouts, losing it and turning to Lucy. “What do you want me to say? I enjoy touching other women in public and I’m not even able to take care the dog you offered me.”

Lucy has never seen Ona like this. Her red and puffy eyes are full of tears, some of them running freely on her cheeks. She’s shouting again, and Lucy feels her heart crack. She stands from the couch, Narla looking at them from it.

Coco is a gift from Lucy to Ona, that’s right. She gave him to Ona for their ten month’s anniversary  but it was honestly only a pretext. Ona had always told her how much she missed the dog she had when she was younger and that she never took another one because she wasn’t at home enough. And at Manchester it wouldn’t have made any sense because she was looking to come back to Barcelona soon.

“He can’t be far away.” she says, making Ona shrugs.

Lucy’s voice is soft now, she fully regrets the fight they had sooner, her behavior and the way she talked to Ona. She doesn’t know how the Spaniard would react to a physical touch from her, but she decides to try anyway. Fingers crossed, she softly takes Ona by the hand before taking her against her to hug her. She breaths again when Ona immediately cuddles against her, hiding her face in her neck.

“Come on. I’ll help you to look at him ok?”

The younger girl nod and follows Lucy in the same rooms that she was before. They finish by the bedroom, but Lucy has to admit that the dog isn’t here too.

“I’ll go take the biscuits” Ona mumbles.

Coco’s weakness. If the dog is in the flat, he will come running. Lucy sighs and sits on the bed, looking at the tissues Ona used to dry her tears with culpability. That’s when she hears a little sound, coming from under the bed. Frowning, she gets up from it to lay down on the floor and looking under the bed. She’s now facing Coco eyes, looking at her.

“Ona? He’s here”

Two seconds later, Ona is in the bedroom with the biscuits’ packet in her hand. With precaution she makes Coco get out from under the bed, before hugging him tight in her arms, her nose in his hairs.

“Why where you hiding here?” she whispers while to dog is licking at her hands.

He licks her face too, making her grimacing. Ona hates when he does it, but he loves it. Lucy can only smile in front of Ona’s face and the way Coco looks at the biscuits with interest. Ona gives him one and Coco takes it before leaving for the living room, leaving the two women alone.

Ona’s small smile fades and she gets up to follow her dog, but Lucy catches her hand before.

“Ona, wait please” the English woman says. “I’m sorry. I know you wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. I was jealous, and stupid and I wasn’t thinking straight. Can you please forgive me?”

Ona rubs her eyes before sighing softy. She’s exhausted to be honest, there was a little too many emotions to deal with for only one night.

“Why in the world would I go for someone else in front of you?”

“I was jealous Ona, that’s all. It was stupid of myself. I’m really sorry.”

“But I don’t understand. We are together almost every second of the day and you know that it’s a torture when we are apart. Why are you jealous? I’m yours, no one else.”

Lucy sighs and sits on the bed, not really fond of the idea of having this discussion now, but she can’t escape it. Not when she had that kind of behavior, not answering wouldn’t be fair to Ona.

“I don’t know. She has your age, doesn’t have constant surgery to fix her knee and she will be playing as long as you. The life we have now won’t last forever, but it would be longer if I was younger.”

Frowning, Ona sits on the bed next to Lucy.

“I know it won’t last forever, but we will have other things to live together after that. I don’t care about your age Lucy, I never had. And I never will. I fell in love with Lucia, not Lucy Bronze the amazing football player.”

Lucy rolls her eyes with a smirk, but Ona’s answer is good to hear. Ona could literally have any other girl if she wanted to, it sometimes doesn’t make sense for the English woman that she chooses to stay with her.

“You didn’t answer me before…”

“About what?” Ona asks, tilting her head.

“Can you forgive me?”

She’s biting her bottom lip, looking at Ona with her eyes full of sincerity and somehow a little of fear? Ona isn’t sure but she only needs to look at her girlfriend for some seconds before answering.

“I forgive you. But you have to talk to me when something isn’t right, Love. I don’t want to fight like this again.”

“I promise” Lucy answers, reaching for her girlfriend.

Ona lean in and Lucy envelops her immediately with her arm. Closing her eyes, she breaths Ona’s sent before hiding her face in the younger one’s hair.

“I’m sorry I made you cry” Lucy mumble against Ona’s hair.

Ona hums softly, before looking up at her.

“Kiss me better?”

Lucy laughs, not regretting slightly having learned this expression to Ona in the beginning of their relationship. Ona knows when using it very well. The dark-haired woman kiss Ona’s lips softly several times, keeping her tight against her. She kisses her face soon after, very part of it, punctuating her kisses with “I love you”.

Some minutes after, she has a giggling Ona in her arms, and she feels her heart melt. Ona is her miracle, coming in her life when she felt like everything was falling apart. Ona flipped her world upside down, but everything makes sense since Her. She can’t lose her.

********

“Even your fights are cute. I’ve never felt so single in my life” Salma sighs, making the two others girl laughs.

A notification from her phone makes Ona’s hand vibrate and the Catalan girl looks at it. It’s a notification from Instagram, Lucy apparently just posted a picture.

“Holy fuck” Ona mumbles while looking at it.

Lucy, looking straight to the camera, her hair down and arm in full display. She knows very well what she’s doing, Ona mentioning yesterday night during their phone call how she’s still destabilized sometimes when Lucy looks at her so intensely. Without thinking, she likes the pictures and received a teasing text from Lucy almost right after.

“Such a tease” Ona mumbles to herself, before looking at her friends again. “Can I have your opinion about something?”

********

Lucy is taking her breakfast, like almost always with her headphones and her music on. Some girls say she is asocial, but she needs that to be in a good shape for the rest of the day. She was sipping at her coffee when she received a notification from Ona.

And she spits her coffee.

“What the hell mate?”

She raises her face on Lauren James in front of her, without answering anything and looks back at her phone. She doesn’t hear LJ groans something about being aggressive soon in the morning, only focused on Ona’s message. Or picture, she just sent her.

A mirror selfie isn’t something rare for Ona, but a mirror selfie with almost nothing on her, it’s like a first.

From Lucy What the hell You’re killing me

From Ona Just thought it would be fair to thanks you for you picture yesterday. Too bad it wasn’t only for me though.

Lucy answered something after that, but she doesn’t take her chance to answer her for now. It’s hard to say which one of the two really started this war, but it has been a ping pong of photos and video, by messages or Instagram sometimes. The fans don’t seem to understand what was really happening, but Lucy and Ona did. And they can say that they have fun.

Several days later, Lucy is waiting for Ona in their house. They came back from the camp, Lucy being earlier even if she was literally in another country. They have to take back their dogs from Ona’s parents, but they will go tomorrow. Right now, honestly, Lucy doesn’t want anything but cuddle with her girlfriend.

Ona arrives at the end of the afternoon, looking a little tired but the smile she puts on her face when she spots Lucy waiting for her in the entrance is beautiful. She lets her bags fall on the floor, raise her hand to put them around Lucy’s neck when she comes for her and let her hugs her. And make her levitate a little, making her giggle.

“I missed your laugh” Lucy smile against her neck, hugging her even harder. “I really missed you.”

“I missed you too” Ona mumble back.

Then Lucy puts her back on the ground and kisses her right on the lips, several time, before Ona tightens her hold around her neck to keep her against her. Lucy smiles against her lips but let her, letting herself enjoying their reunion.

“It’s great to have you in front of me for real and not in a teasing picture” Lucy smirks, some minutes later, when they are cuddling on their sofa.

“It was your fault. You started it” Ona rolls her eyes.

“Me?! I haven’t done anything! You started with your almost naked picture.”

Ona snorts and raise her eyebrow, making Lucy laughs slightly. But she doesn’t want to abdicate so soon, so she shrugs.

“What?”

“I know what. You posted that amazing picture of yourself the day before that.”

“It was just a casual picture. Not my fault if you fancy me as much.”

The sassy comment makes Ona try to hit her, but Lucy is faster and grabs her hands. With it, she takes Ona closer to her, smirking again.

“I love that you fancy me, though.”

She tries to kiss her, but Ona turns her face to make her lips kiss her cheeks instead.

“Ona” Lucy frowns.

But it was Ona’s turn to be sassy, turning her head at the last moment when Lucy try to kiss her again and again.

“Come on, just kiss me” she whines at her fourth attempt.

“Who’s the one fancying the other now?” Ona smirks.

Lucy sighs excessively, knowing that she won’t have the last word this time. Rolling her eyes, she pouts while talking.

“Ok I fancy you too. And maybe I posted this picture to tease you. May I have my kiss now?”

“Yes, you can.”

Ona laughs, making Lucy smiles, before she leans in to kiss her. Lucy is right, after all the teasing and the being away thing, being together again is the best feeling ever.

#woso imagine #woso fanfics #ona batlle #ona batlle imagine #ona batlle x lucy bronze #lucy bronze imagine #lucy bronze #lucy bronze x ona batlle #luna

[wedarkacademia]

“she says to me:

'if you want to hurt a man, you don't kill

the man. you kill what he loves.'

i nod.

and then i ask her: 'so how do you hurt a woman?'

she answers:

'my child, a woman is hurting from the moment of birth.”

― Salma Deera, Letters From Medea

#Salma Deera #pain #grief #tragedy #classics #medea #Letters From Medea #feminism #literature #lit #modern literature #english literature #classic literature #litblr #academia #soft academia #dark academia aesthetic #chaotic academia #romantic academia #dark academia #light academia #classic academia #academia aesthetic #reading #spilled #spilled words #spilled thoughts #spilled ink #text #words

[razrogue]

Don't Leave, Not Like This (BG3 - Gan and Ascended Astarion)

Untitled Something Something (BG3 - Gan and Minthara)

dfgsdgsd amazing titles both!!! 👀

Untitled Something Something is out of words but here's the two asks I answered about it here and here lol

Don't Leave, Not Like This - it has two links in it and this is the WIP where they argue about/discuss Gan becoming a true vampire. I also think it was going to be smutty based on one of the links I'd pasted in there lol. I'll post the links at the end of the snippet.

“Wait…” Astarion grabbed hold of their hip before they were out of his reach. Relaxing his grip as soon as they stopped, his fingers tapped softly against them as he carefully considered his next words. When they finally roused from their trances shortly before the sun’s golden light began creeping into their drawn bedroom curtains, they spent most of their morning tangled up in each other, greeting the morning sun with moans.

Alfred Molina and Salma Hayek gifs from Frida

#Ilina Gavren #Gan #BG3 tav #BG3 OC #Astarion Ancunin #Astarion #Ascended Astarion #Ascendant Astarion #Astarion x Tav #BG3 #Baldur's Gate 3 #BG3 spoilers #razrogue responds #video #music