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wosospacegirl · 2 months ago

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Head over heels - Ingrid Engen

Summary: 4 times Ingrid and Y/n almost confessed their feelings, and 1 time when they actually did.

Word count: 3.6k

This is part of my 1k commemoration blurb! <3

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1. The beginning.

Y/n didn’t imagine she’d end up as Ingrid Engen’s neighbour when she first signed up to teach the U12 girls at La Masia.

In fact, she hadn’t expected much of anything—just another job, a few classes, maybe some peace and quiet.

She definitely hadn’t expected to form a friendship with Ingrid.

Y/n knew nothing about football. She didn’t keep up with it, didn’t even know who Ingrid Engen was.

That changed the day she casually mentioned Ingrid’s name in class, and the girls let out the highest-pitched scream she had ever heard.

That’s when she learned Ingrid Engen was royalty.

Both in Barcelona and Norway.

Although, honestly, it didn’t look like it. Not when Ingrid had shown up at her doorstep with a bag of fresh cookies, introducing herself and welcoming Y/n to the building with a shy smile.

Not when her washing machine broke and she had to use Y/n’s for a week, leaving behind her weird Norwegian detergent that smelled like pine trees.

Ingrid was nice. Kind of awkward, really pretty, and... normal.

Y/n liked that.

It was one of those nights that felt like it would never end.

The streets outside were quiet, and the soft hum of the city was the only sound drifting in through the open window of Ingrid’s apartment.

Y/n sat on the sofa, her legs tucked beneath her, and Ingrid was sprawled across the floor, head resting on a pillow.

They had spent hours talking about Y/n’s class, Ingrid’s training—like they always did. But tonight, something felt different.

There was something quieter between them, heavier.

Not uncomfortable, just… lingering.

Ingrid could feel it in the way her pulse sped up every time Y/n laughed a little too loudly, her entire face glowing like it didn’t even know how to hold back.

“So, how are you feeling? You’ve got a game tomorrow, right? A big one?” Y/n asked, glancing over at her with the kind of attention that made Ingrid’s stomach twist.

Ingrid shrugged, trying to stay casual.

“Hmm, yeah. It’s the last game of the league.” She paused, and her voice dropped a little. “It's kind of a big deal.”

Y/n nodded slowly, her eyes still on Ingrid.

They had been friends for a few months now, but every time their gazes held like this, it felt like something was shifting.

Like something was almost—almost on the verge of being said.

Ingrid wondered, just for a second, if Y/n felt it too, if maybe she was about to say something important.

Something real.

But the moment passed.

“You’ll have a good game, I know it,” Y/n said eventually, her voice light. “The kids keep telling me to remind you to close the end on your right, though.”

Ingrid huffed a quiet laugh, her smile soft. “Tell the girls I'll put it into the plan.”

2. The Café

It was one of their usual spots—a quiet café tucked between a bakery and a bookstore, with uneven chairs and coffee that always came a little too hot or a little too cold.

Y/n sat across from Ingrid, halfway through her drink and animatedly retelling her day, hands moving with each sentence.

“So, how are the kids?” Ingrid asked, her chin propped on her hand, watching Y/n with a soft smile.

Y/n leaned back in her chair, sipping from her mug.

“Unhinged, mostly,” she said, grinning. “But there’s this one girl...Selena she’s ten. She’s already convinced she’s going to be Spain’s next starting goalkeeper.”

Ingrid raised a brow, amused. “I’ll tell Cata she’s got competition.”

“No, listen,” Y/n said, leaning forward like she was about to reveal a secret. “She caught a paper ball someone threw at her from across the room. Without looking. Mid-lesson. Didn’t even flinch.”

Ingrid laughed, eyes lighting up. “Alright, I’m sold. Sign her up.”

Y/n smiled at that, her gaze lingering a second too long. “She reminds me of you a little.”

Ingrid tilted her head, eyebrow raised. “Because I catch rogue paper balls? I’m sorry, I know you’re not that good at football, but I’m a defender.”

Y/n snorted, ignoring Ingrid’s last statement. “Because she’s confident. And calm. And kind of annoyingly good at everything.”

There was a pause.

Not awkward, exactly—just quiet.

Ingrid looked at her for a second longer than necessary, and Y/n suddenly realised how close they were sitting.

The café buzzed faintly around them, but the warmth between them made everything else feel muted.

“Also,” Y/n added, teasing, “she told me she thinks your hair is cool. So, you know. Icon status or whatever....”

Ingrid’s smile curled up at the corners, soft and amused. “Well, I try.”

The silence lingered again.

Ingrid opened her mouth like she might say something else, but Y/n reached for her cup too fast, nearly knocking it over.

“Okay, I definitely don’t need more caffeine,” she said with a laugh, cheeks warm.

Ingrid let the moment pass, though something flickered in her eyes. “Shame. You’re cute when you’re over-caffeinated.”

Y/n pretended not to hear it, not knowing how to deal with it,

“So, uh, what about you?” Y/n asked, trying to change the subject, her voice just a little too sharp. “How’s the prep for the next match going?”

Ingrid noticed the shift, but instead of pushing, she smiled softly, settling back in her chair. “Busy, but good. Same old routine.”

Ingrid paused, eyes glinting mischievously.

“I’m just hoping no one decides to challenge me for my position as ‘most intimidating defender.’”

Y/n’s chuckle was softer this time. “Guess you’re pretty safe there, huh?”

Ingrid leaned a bit closer, her smile widening. “For now. But you never know... I might need a backup.”

Y/n swallowed, a little embarrassed by how quickly her heartbeat picked up at the thought of that proximity. “I don’t think I’m cut out for being a defender. I can barely keep my coffee from spilling, remember?”

Ingrid’s laughter softened the tension, but Y/n could feel it lingering between them...something new.

3. The Goodbye

The afternoon light filtered softly through the windows, casting a warm glow across Ingrid’s living room.

Y/n stood by the open suitcase, folding Ingrid’s clothes as neatly as she could, trying not to look too closely at the other woman.

Ingrid was busy rifling through a drawer, clearly searching for her shins, her expression focused and a little frantic as she threw things from one corner of her room to the other.

Y/n’s eyes lingered on the clothes she was folding, Ingrid’s shirts, her sweatpants, all items that had become so familiar to her over the past few months.

She let out a quiet sigh.

It wasn’t like she hadn’t been around when Ingrid went off to camp before, but this time... it was different.

Ingrid was leaving for Norway’s national camp, and Y/n was unsure of how to navigate it.

She had never had to deal with this before—this feeling of missing someone who wasn’t... quite hers.

“So..." Y/n started, trying to make small talk, anything to distract herself from the tightening feeling in her chest.

“How does camp work, exactly? I know you’ve told me a bit, but like, what’s the routine? Is it much different from here?”

Ingrid’s voice drifted over to Y/n as she continued to dig through her drawers.

“It’s pretty much the same as Barcelona. Training, recovery, more training, meetings... But with Norway, everyone’s Norwegian,” she said with a little chuckle, glancing over her shoulder to catch Y/n’s eye. “Oh, and we don’t actually leave the training facility. It’s more intense, too.”

Y/n nodded slowly, but she couldn’t hide the frown that tugged at her lips. It wasn’t jealousy…no! She wasn’t jealous. Ingrid was just... going away.

To play football. To represent her country. This was good. This was important.

Still, a tight feeling formed in her chest as she folded one of Ingrid’s sweaters.

Ingrid caught the frown, her gaze softening as she walked over, finding her shins and tossing them on the bed.

“Hey,” she said gently. “It’s just a week. You’ll be fine, yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” Y/n muttered, clearly lying.

She didn’t want to admit that the thought of Ingrid being gone for an entire week made her stomach churn, even though she couldn’t exactly explain why.

They were just friends, right? Neighbors.

She didn’t need Ingrid around—she was perfectly capable of being alone for a while.

But the idea of not seeing her... of not having those quiet nights, those easy conversations that stretched into hours, made her feel like something important was going to be missing.

Ingrid stopped and looked at Y/n for a long moment, noticing the way she stood there with her arms folded tightly, her eyes cast downward.

“Y/n,” she said softly, her voice full of warmth. “You’re gonna be fine. It’s just a week. You’ll barely even notice I’m gone.”

Y/n hesitated, but finally, she spoke.

“They’ll miss you,” Y/n blurted out, not thinking. “The girls, I mean. They always ask about you. I always tell them about the things we talk about. “

Y/n paused, but contineudm feeling a little embarrassed, her face growing warm. “They won’t have any Ingrid content for a week.”

Ingrid blinked, and then her lips curved into a smile.

“You tell them I’ll miss them too,” she said, her voice soft but teasing. “I’m sure they’re all heartbroken without me.”

Y/n chuckled, but it felt a little hollow in her chest. She nodded, feeling her heart race for no reason at all.

The silence settled between them, but Y/n didn’t mind. She was used to this comfortable quiet with Ingrid.

Still, it didn’t stop the ache that continued to build inside her as Ingrid moved around the room, packing the final bits into her suitcase.

As Ingrid was finishing up, she grabbed her jacket from the back of the chair, ready to go.

“I’ll call you when I get there, okay?” Ingrid said, glancing over her shoulder. “And I’ll bring you more chocolate, obviously.” She smiled, and Y/n tried to ignore how much that smile made her chest tighten.

“Yeah, okay,” Y/n replied, smiling weakly. “Take care of yourself. Don’t get too caught up in...football stuff, alright?”

Ingrid rolled her eyes playfully. “Yeah, yeah, don’t worry. I won’t get hit by too many balls.”

Y/n’s lips quirked up. “You better not.”

Ingrid winked at her as she slung her bag over her shoulder.

“Thanks for helping me pack. And for the good luck charm, obviously.” She gave her a teasing grin. “Maybe next time we can actually work out a football tactic for you.”

Y/n laughed, shaking her head. “I’ll stick to the cheering–and–teaching section for now.”

“Fair enough,” Ingrid said with a shrug, then hesitated for a moment before walking over and pulling Y/n into a quick hug. “I’ll miss you,” she whispered into Y/n’s ear.

Y/n froze, her heart skipping a beat.

She wanted to say something, but the words stuck in her throat.

Instead, she just squeezed Ingrid back, holding onto her for a little longer than maybe she should have.

“I’ll miss you too,” Y/n said, her voice quiet but sincere.

And with that, Ingrid was gone, her presence lingering in the air long after she left, and Y/n stood in the empty apartment, feeling a little less like herself than before.

When Ingrid came back from her trip, Y/n found herself unexpectedly waiting for her. The week had felt much longer than it was.

She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but when Ingrid finally showed up at her door, a huge smile on her face and a bag in her hand, Y/n felt something settle in her chest.

“I brought you something,” Ingrid said, holding out the bag with a small grin. “Norwegian chocolate, as promised.”

Y/n smiled, her heart lifting at the gesture. “Kremtopper,” she said, recognising the name on the packaging from the searches she did on the internet. “Thank you!”

“Welcome” Ingrid said softly, a knowing look in her eyes as she handed her the chocolate. “And I brought something for the girls, too. More chocolate...you’ll have to share.”

Y/n smiled more brightly, taking the bag from Ingrid’s hand. “I’ll share with them, don’t worry. But... only because you brought me something sweet.” She looked up at Ingrid, eyes soft. “How was the camp?”

“It was good,” Ingrid replied, but her voice held a small, almost wistful quality. “But I’m glad to be home. I missed our talks.”

Y/n’s heart swelled at that. “Yeah,” she said quietly, “me too.”

And there it was again, the familiar, comfortable silence. But this time, it felt different. It felt like something more.

4. The Stupid Misunderstanding

Y/n woke up to the soft hum of her phone alarm, groggily rubbing her eyes before pushing the blankets away.

Her first thought was of Ingrid—of course.

They had a little routine, one that was comfortable and familiar.

Whoever woke up first in the morning went to the other’s apartment to make breakfast.

Y/n stretched and threw on her robe, slipping her feet into her slippers. She walked down the short hallway and knocked on Ingrid’s door, as she always did.

No answer.

She waited, but the usual sound of Ingrid humming in the kitchen didn’t come.

Y/n shrugged it off, knocking once more.

But then, the door opened, and Y/n’s eyes widened in surprise.

A girl, a random girl Y/n didn’t recognise, walked briskly out of Ingrid’s apartment, right by her side.

The girl was wearing a Barça jacket, she stepped into the elevator, and Y/n felt something in her chest that she didn’t quite understand.

She frowned. Had she missed something? The girls from the team were always in and out of Ingrid’s place, but the girl was most definitely not from the team.

Y/n stood frozen, unsure of what to do next.

Ingrid appeared at the door then, beaming as she waved the girl off. “Bye, Michelle. It was great!”

Y/n’s gaze snapped up to Ingrid.

She was so casual about it, like there was nothing unusual in the situation.

Ingrid didn’t even seem to notice the way Y/n’s jaw had clenched, the surprise and maybe a little hurt bubbling in her chest.

Ingrid’s smile faltered for just a moment when she noticed Y/n standing there, but it quickly returned.

“Oh! Y/n, you’re early,” Ingrid said, her tone light, not catching the tension that was growing between them.

Y/n couldn’t hide the anger building in her.

She had to say something, but she didn’t know what.

“Michelle?” Y/n asked, her voice tight. “You didn’t tell me you had company this morning.”

Ingrid opened the door wider, clearly oblivious to Y/n’s frustration. “Yeah, she slept here because–”

Y/n swallowed, trying to keep her tone steady. “Oh, right. She slept here.”

Ingrid nodded, completely unbothered.

“Yup... slept here. We had some coffee, I made breakfast.” She gestured toward the kitchen, oblivious to the growing distance between them. “Come on in, I made extra for you and me. Still some left if you want.”

Y/n’s hands tightened into fists, frustration bubbling over.

Without thinking, she turned on her heel and walked back down the hall, slamming her door shut with more force than she intended.

Ingrid hurried after her, her voice softening with concern. “Y/n?”

But Y/n didn’t stop.

She heard Ingrid knocking softly on her door, but she didn’t answer. Instead, she threw herself onto her bed, burying her face in the pillow and letting the tears come—tears of anger, confusion, and the hurt she didn’t know how to voice.

Minutes passed before Y/n finally pulled herself together.

She couldn’t let her emotions control her, especially not when she had to teach twenty girls math that morning.

She quickly got dressed, throwing on a sweater and jeans, and left for La Masia, trying to push everything out of her mind.

She was halfway through her class when her phone buzzed. It was Ingrid. But Y/n ignored it.

By the time the school day ended, she was exhausted and emotionally drained. She was just walking down the hallway to her apartment when she saw it—a bouquet of flowers sitting on her doorstep.

Y/n knelt down to read the small note attached:

“Michelle’s Patri’s sibling. She asked me to give her a place to stay while her apartment is being renovated. PS: I’m pretty sure she’s straight.”

Y/n blinked, her chest tightening in embarrassment as the realisation hit her: she had completely overreacted.

She had let her insecurities get the best of her, jumping to conclusions about Ingrid’s friendship with Michelle.

Before she could process it any further, Ingrid’s voice came from behind her.

“Y/n?” Ingrid’s soft voice held a note of uncertainty. “I made carrot cake... if you want some.”

Y/n’s face flushed with guilt. She turned around slowly, meeting Ingrid’s eyes. “I’m sorry. I--I was being dumb. I jumped to conclusions.”

Ingrid gave her a soft smile, shaking her head. “It’s okay. Honestly, I would’ve reacted the same way if it were you.”

She reached forward, holding out the plate with the freshly baked cake. “Friends?”

Y/n smiled sheepishly and nodded. “Yeah. Friends.”

They stood in the hallway for a moment, neither of them saying anything.

Y/n’s heart was still racing, but it was a different feeling now—a mix of relief and the quiet warmth of understanding between them.

Ingrid stepped into the apartment, and Y/n followed her inside.

The door clicked shut behind them as they sat down at the small kitchen table, cutting the carrot cake and laughing at the simplicity of the moment.

No more misunderstandings. Just the two of them, the cake, and the quiet realisation that everything was okay.

5. The Confession

Barcelona had just clinched the league title, and the team threw a private celebration at one of the club’s event spaces—no press, no fans, just players, staff, and a few invited friends.

Y/n arrived in a simple silk dress, heart pounding from more than just the excitement of victory of the team.

She spotted Ingrid near the dance floor, laughing as she clinked glasses with Aitana and Alexia.

When Ingrid’s eyes met hers, she waved Y/n over with that dazzling, lopsided grin that sent butterflies crashing through Y/n’s chest.

Across the room, Alexia whooped, and Aitana held up a plate of patatas bravas.

A few of the players winked at Y/n’s direction as they passed.

But Y/n’s eyes never left Ingrid’s, who beckoned her over with a grin that made Y/n feel all warm inside.

The DJ slid into the next song—a R&B track with a slow, pulsing beat. Ingrid extended her hand wordlessly.

Y/n slipped her fingers into Ingrid’s, and they drifted to the small dance floor.

Beneath the gentle glow of overhead bulbs, tables of empty plates and glasses fell... It felt like it was just the two of them, two bodies swaying in perfect sync.

Ingrid’s hand settled at the small of Y/n’s back; Y/n’s other hand came to rest lightly on Ingrid’s hip.

The thrum of the music echoed in Y/n’s chest, but the only rhythm she heard was her own heartbeat, speeding up as Ingrid leaned in.

Warmth brushed Y/n’s ear as Ingrid spoke, her voice low, the tiniest tremor betraying nerves. “I have been waiting all night for this moment.”

Y/n’s breath caught. The air between them felt charged, as if the entire loft had hushed.

She met Ingrid’s gaze, searching the hazel depths for confirmation.

Then Ingrid asked—softly, tentatively—“Is it okay if I kiss you?”

Time stretched. Y/n’s mouth felt suddenly dry.

The thumping of her pulse was louder than the bass. She nodded, her voice caught in her throat.

“Yes,” she managed, and her words flared in her ears. “Please.”

Ingrid’s lips found hers in a soft, searching kiss.

First gentle—an exploration—then confident, as if they’d been practising for months.

Glasses clinked in the background, but Y/n heard nothing but the rush of Ingrid’s breath and the warmth of her hands cradling Y/n’s face.

When they broke apart, Ingrid’s forehead rested against Y/n’s. Her voice was husky.

“I’ve wanted to do that ever since you moved in nexxt door.”

Y/n’s cheeks burned.

She tucked a hand behind Ingrid’s neck, tracing the line of Ingrid’s jaw with her thumb.

“I’m glad you did. I’ve been head over heels for you, for what, seven months?”

Ingrid’s brow rose. “Seven months?”

Y/n laughed, the sound soft and breathy.

“Since the day you introduced yourself with those freshly baked cookies. But don’t let it go to your head.”.

Ingrid grinned, brushing a loose curl behind Y/n’s ear.,

“Too late.” She dipped her head and captured Y/n’s lips once more, more boldly this time, sealing their first real confession beneath the glow of victory lights and the away‑game hum of celebration.

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meazalykov · 7 months ago

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the season to (not) be jolly

barcelona femeni x esmee brugts x reader

summary: you hated christmas, and your teammates figure out why

warnings: childhood neglect, trauma, angst, financial poverty, etc

the excitement rings through the barca locker room like electricity, bouncing off the walls and between your teammates.

the holiday break is just around the corner, only one training session and ninety minutes of football separating everyone from flights to faraway places like back home, home-cooked meals, and quality time with loved ones that only get to see them from the stands at important games.

it is a cheerful chaos—laughter echoing, jokes being thrown back and forth, and plans being laid out like promises.

"we’ll be in norway,” mapi grins, slinging her arm around ingrid as she sits beside her.

“ingrid’s parents already have the cabin ready. a real winter wonderland, i shall say.”

“it’ll be nice to be home,” ingrid adds softly, her smile as calm and steady as always.

you sit at your locker, head tilted down as you lace your boots, pretending to be engrossed in the task as their words float around you.

it feels safer to keep your eyes on your hands, watching how your fingers move—pull, tighten, tie. over and over again. anything to distract yourself from the sting in your chest.

you feel it every december. that heaviness. that punching ache in your ribs when people start talking about their families, their holiday traditions, and their childhood memories.

you can’t relate. you never could.

to your left, keira and lucy are chatting animatedly about spending christmas in england, lucy teasing ona about the inevitable cold since ona will be going with her. to your right, patri and claudia are arguing over who will get more gifts from their loved ones, both wearing matching grins as they playfully push on each other.

but you? you just exist in the in-between, silent, invisible.

the noise grows louder. the locker room feels smaller. your throat tightens, that familiar burn rising behind your eyes. you push it away. this is not the time to fall apart.

alexia’s voice cuts through the chatter again, light and teasing as she looks ahead at you.

“nina, you’ve been quiet. what about you? where are you headed this christmas?”

you freeze for half a second. it’s subtle enough to go unnoticed, but the question lingers in the air like a heavy fog. you glance up, forcing your expression into something neutral—something safe.

��nowhere special,” you say with a small shrug, trying to keep your voice steady.

“just staying here at home. might catch up on needed sleep without needing to wake up for training.”

“no plans with family?” mapi asks, brows furrowing slightly.

you hate that. you hate when people ask about your family. after leaving your home to live in paris, where you played for a season and a half with psg (before leaving when the barcelona offer came up in 2021), you stopped talking to your mother who wanted nothing to do with you.

your answer has never changed, and yet, every time it feels like a fresh wound being prodded.

“yeah,” you mutter, looking back down at your laces.

“just after christmas though.”

thankfully, mapi doesn’t press further. her attention shifts back to ingrid as she brings up the norwegian christmas markets, and you’re left to sink back into your silence, drowning in it.

you look over at the corner of the locker room to see esmee, your girlfriend, looking right at you. jana sits beside her, laughing about a joke sydney made while esmee notices the sadness in your eyes.

the look in your eyes can be hidden from the team, but you can’t hide it from esmee.

she notices—of course she does—because she knows you better than anyone, even after just eight months of being together. normally, you’re her sunshine, a steady source of warmth no matter what the day brings.

you’re the first to crack a joke after a tough training session, the one to steal food off her plate at team dinners just to see her roll her eyes, the one who sneaks kisses when no one’s looking and holds her like she’s the most precious thing in the world.

but now? now you’re quieter, smaller. you smile, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes, and your laughter sounds hollow when it finally comes.

“i don’t have to go, you know,” she told you last week as you sit together on the couch, her thumb tracing gentle circles over the back of your hand.

“i can stay here with you.”

you shake your head almost immediately, forcing a smile as you press a kiss to her knuckles.

“no, es, you should go. your family wants to see you. they miss you.”

you don’t tell her the rest—that you don’t want her anywhere near the dark place that december always drags you into. she’s too bright, too good, to get caught up in the emptiness you feel during this time of year. so you push her away gently, telling her you’ll be fine, that you’ll call her every day and send pictures of maple– your cat— curled up at the foot of the bed.

esmee doesn’t look convinced. she squeezes your hand tighter, leaning her forehead against yours.

“you’re not fine,” she whispers, eyes searching yours.

“i am, esmee.” you say.

you’re just tired, you convince yourself. however, the words stick in your throat because you know she won’t believe them. this is the first december you’ve spent together, the first time she’s seen you like this, and it terrifies you—being vulnerable in front of someone you care about so much.

you’ve always hated christmas. as a kid, it was just another reminder of everything you didn’t have. no presents waiting under a tree. no stockings hung by the fire. no warm meals shared at a crowded table.

instead, you had an empty house, cold and quiet.

your mom always worked. always. christmas, birthdays, weekends—it didn’t matter. “we need the money,” she’d say coldly, pulling her coat on as she hurried out the door, leaving you behind.

sometimes, she’d forget it was even christmas until days later.

“we’ll celebrate next year,” she’d promise. but next year never came.

you can still remember what it felt like to see the other kids at your academy, showing off their shiny new boots, their expensive kits, their gear from nike or adidas. their parents would stand proudly by the sidelines, bundled up in warm coats, smiling as they cheered.

then there was you, wearing a pair of cleats one size too big—scuffed, worn, bought secondhand with the crumpled euro bills you’d earned from mowing lawns or shoveling snow after training each afternoon. you’d tuck your hands into the pockets of your thrift-store jacket to hide the holes in the seams.

your academy teammates didn’t know how lucky they were.

you hated them for it, sometimes. hated their laughter, their joy, their easy lives. mostly, you hated yourself for feeling like you didn’t belong. for being the girl who showed up every day with nothing to show for it but grit, raw talent, and determination.

now, years later, that feeling lingers.

you’ve worked hard—harder than anyone—to get here. to wear the barcelona crest on your chest. to play alongside some of the best players in the world. to prove to yourself, and to everyone else, that you deserve this.

no matter how much success you achieve, no matter how many goals you score or games you win, you can’t outrun the past.

christmas will always be a reminder of what you never had.

you pull your boots off, methodical and slow, as the locker room continues to cheer around you. your teammates don’t notice the way your shoulders slump or how you turn away slightly, shielding your face.

“hey,” a voice says quietly beside you. it’s aitana, sitting beside you since her locker is beside yours. her tone is softer than usual, like she’s noticed something.

“you okay?”

you nod quickly, too quickly.

“yeah. just tired.”

she doesn’t look convinced, but she doesn’t push. aitana never does. she just nods and goes back to her boots, letting the moment pass without making it heavier than it already is.

you’re grateful for that.

you finish changing, moving through the motions on autopilot, your mind elsewhere. the noise in the room feels muffled, like you’re underwater, and when you finally leave the locker room, stepping out into the cold december air in your new training gear, you inhale sharply—like you’ve been holding your breath all along.

the sun is already setting as you leave training hours later, streaks of orange and pink blending with the darkening sky. your breath comes out in clouds as you walk toward your car, hands stuffed deep into your coat pockets.

you stare at the horizon for a moment, watching the city lights flicker to life in the distance. it’s beautiful, you think absently. and yet, it makes you feel so small.

tomorrow, the break begins. your teammates along with your girlfriend will board flights, heading off to homes filled with warmth, love, and laughter.

and you? you’ll stay here. alone.

you’ve grown used to loneliness over the years. it’s familiar. like an old coat you can’t bring yourself to throw away.

that doesn’t mean it hurts any less.

you sit in your car for a long time before starting the engine, the radio playing faintly in the background. a christmas song—cheerful and bright—fills the silence, and you quickly shut it off, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

you hate christmas. you hate the way it makes you feel. like you’re still that little girl, watching the world through a window, longing for something you’ll never have.

turning on the radio, you hear, “walking around the christmas tr–” before slamming your fingers on the mute button. there was no christmas tree in your apartment, nothing in your space shows that it is even december.

not like alexia’s apartment that clearly shows that is is the holiday season. the scent of cinnamon candles and fresh pine greet esmee like a warm hug as she visits alexia.

soft music plays from a speaker in the corner, and the living room is an organized mess of wrapping paper, ribbon spools, and tape dispensers scattered across the coffee table.

“es!” mapi’s voice is the first to cut through the scene, grinning up from where she’s sitting on the floor, tape stuck to her sleeve.

“about time you showed up. come help me wrap ingrid’s gift before she figures out what it is.”

“you’re impossible,” ingrid mutters beside her, laughing as she ties a bow on someone else’s gift. maybe vicky’s since esmee saw the ipad that the younger girl asked for.

esmee smiles at the couple teasing eachother, kicking her shoes off and settling onto the floor, careful not to disrupt the organized chaos. across the room, olga – alexia’s girlfriend – sits on the couch beside alexia, scissors in hand as she trims the edges of wrapping paper, while salma sprawls nearby, half her attention on the gift she’s wrapping and half on her phone.

“is mine here?” esmee teases after a moment, eyes narrowing playfully at the pile of brightly wrapped boxes beside alexia.

“it’s already done,” alexia replies without looking up, focused on folding the paper perfectly around a large box.

“you’re not getting any sneak peeks until new year’s eve like everyone else.”

“como no,” esmee groans dramatically, earning a laugh from salma and mapi. she leans back on her hands, soaking in the cheerful atmosphere for a moment, but the weight in her chest pulls her down before she can fully enjoy it.

the smile fades from her face, and her gaze drops to her lap.

“what’s wrong?” alexia asks, finally noticing the shift in her demeanor.

esmee hesitates, chewing her bottom lip. “it’s... about y/n.”

the room quiets slightly, everyone’s attention turning toward her. mapi raises an eyebrow, already halfway to smirking as she leans into ingrid.

“trouble in paradise?”

“no, no,” esmee says quickly, shaking her head.

“it’s nothing like that.”

olga sets down her scissors, studying esmee carefully.

“then what’s wrong?”

esmee swallows hard, fiddling with the corner of a ribbon.

“i feel like... i need to stay in barcelona for the holidays. with y/n. she’s—she’s going to be alone.”

alexia frowns slightly, confused.

“no, she’s not. she told me she’s going to see her mom and family eventually.”

esmee’s heart sinks, her brows furrowing as she glances up at alexia. “that’s not true,” she says softly, shaking her head. “she hasn’t spoken to her family in nearly five years.”

silence falls over the room like a heavy blanket. alexia looks stunned, her brow creasing deeply as she processes esmee’s words. salma sets her phone down, staring in disbelief, while mapi and ingrid exchange quiet glances.

“she told you that?” alexia asks carefully, her voice softer now.

“yeah,” esmee nods, her voice steady but heavy with concern.

“she doesn’t want anyone to know. i think—i think she told you that lie so you wouldn’t feel bad for her. she hates christmas. she’s always hated it. i don’t know why, but i can assume that it has to do with her family.”

“joder,” mapi mutters under her breath, rubbing the back of her neck.

“y/n’s gonna be alone? she didn’t tell anyone?”

“she wouldn’t,” esmee says, guilt rising in her chest as she looks around at them.

“she acts like everything’s fine, but it’s not.”

ingrid exhales slowly, her face softening with quiet understanding. “we can’t just leave her like this,” she says firmly.

“esmee’s right—she shouldn’t be alone.”

“what do you suggest?” alexia asks, her voice sharper now, edged with determination.

“we go to her,” mapi says immediately, pushing herself to her feet as if the decision is already made.

“right now. if she won’t talk to us, we’ll make her.”

“she’s going to hate me,” esmee says quietly, worry flickering across her face as she stands, too.

“she doesn’t want anyone to know. she’s going to be so upset that i brought you all into this.”

alexia crosses the room in a few strides, stopping in front of esmee and placing a hand on her shoulder. her expression is calm but resolute, a quiet authority in the way she looks at her.

“she won’t be upset at you,” alexia says firmly. “i won’t let her be.”

esmee lets out a shaky breath, nodding slowly as the others begin to gather their things. the cheerful hum of the evening is gone now, replaced by a silent determination that hangs thick in the air. alexia is the first to head for the door, already pulling on her coat, and one by one, the others follow—mapi, ingrid, olga, salma.

as esmee pulls her own coat on, she sends up a silent hope that you will understand. she knows how fiercely you guard your heart, how much you hates people seeing the parts of yourself that are broken.

esmee also knows that you deserve more than an empty apartment and silence on christmas day.

back to you– the steam still lingers faintly in your bathroom, curling around the doorframe as you pad out into your apartment, feeling the lingering warmth of your everything shower settle into your skin. your matching red plaid pajamas feel soft and clean, clinging to you in that perfect way that only comes after freshly washed laundry.

you won’t admit to anyone that the red plaid feels a little festive—that maybe, on some level, you allowed yourself to indulge in something resembling the season.

your hair is pulled back in a loose, low braid, wisps escaping around your face, and your apartment is spotless. floors vacuumed, counters wiped down, blankets folded neatly on the couch. if you couldn’t have christmas, the least you could do was make sure the space felt fresh and ready for the new year. clean, organized, empty. just like you wanted it.

you hum quietly as you step into the kitchen, reaching for the bowl of fruit on the counter. you’d planned to snack a little while watching a movie tonight, something non-festive—maybe a thriller like friday the 13th– anything that didn’t mention families or magic or joy.

before your hands can reach the fruit bowl, there’s a knock at your door.

you frown slightly, the sound cutting through the quiet apartment like an unexpected jolt. you assume it’s esmee—she’d mentioned she might come by to say goodbye before she left for the netherlands in the morning.

“coming,” you call softly, feet shuffling toward the door.

when you swing it open, your breath catches in your chest.

standing in the hallway, crammed into the small space outside your apartment, are esmee, mapi, ingrid, alexia, salma, and olga. esmee stands closest to the door, just beside mapi, her expression tinged with worry that makes your stomach turn.

everyone else has the same look—soft, cautious, and far too knowing.

“what’s—” you start, forcing a smile to smooth over your features.

“what are you all doing here?”

“surprise?” mapi tries, her voice lighter than the rest, but even she falters when your eyes narrow slightly in confusion.

“can we come in?” alexia asks softly, her tone careful.

you nod slowly, stepping aside to let them file in one by one. salma gives you a small smile as she passes, and olga pulls you into a quick hug—her familiar warmth a brief comfort.

“it’s good to see you,” she says, and you force another smile, nodding.

“you too. it’s been a while.”

as the door clicks shut and you turn back to face them, the knot in your chest tightens. their expressions don’t match their usual energy—not the teasing, playful banter you’re used to. instead, they’re quiet, gentle. worried.

“is everything okay?” you ask, scanning the room as they settle awkwardly around your small living space. you go on sit on your grey colored sectional couch as everyone follows you.

alexia is the first to speak.

“y/n... are you really going to see your family this year?”

the question hits you like a punch to the gut. your heart drops, and your eyes immediately dart to esmee, who looks at you apologetically. you don’t even need to say it—your expression screams “did you tell them?”

esmee shifts slightly, opening her mouth to speak, but mapi cuts in before she can.

“she can’t save you from this conversation,” mapi says gently, though there’s no humor in her voice.

“we know you lied.”

you take a small step back, crossing your arms over your chest defensively. “i’m fine,” you say quickly, the words rushing out before you can think.

“i don’t have christmas plans, and that’s okay.”

“it’s not okay,” ingrid says firmly, her voice soft but resolute.

“y/n, it’s clearly not fine.”

you feel the walls closing in, your heart pounding in your chest. the room feels too small, the air too thick. flight or fight mode kicks in—you want to run, to get away from their prying eyes and gentle words that feel like they’re picking you apart piece by piece.

“there’s nothing wrong,” you stammer, shaking your head as you back toward the couch.

“i don’t know what you’re all talking about. i’m fine—”

“hey,” esmee’s voice cuts through the panic, soft but steady, and when you look at her, the tension eases ever so slightly.

“it’s okay. nobody here is judging you, okay? you’re safe. you’re not in trouble for lying to ale.”

her words ground you enough to sit down, curling into the corner of your couch. you hug your knees to your chest, wishing you could shrink into yourself, disappear completely.

you don’t want to be here, in this moment, with all their eyes on you.

“i just hate how everyone gets to have a good holiday except me,” you mumble, the words spilling out before you can stop them. your voice wavers, cracking slightly as the truth seeps through the cracks in your armor.

ingrid is the first to move, crossing the room to sit beside you. she doesn’t say anything—just wraps an arm around your shoulders, holding you gently. olga comes next, kneeling on the floor beside the couch and resting a hand on your arm.

“what do you mean by that?” olga asks softly, her voice a careful whisper.

alexia moves to sit in front of you, dropping to her knees so she can look up into your face. her expression is open and kind, patient in the way only alexia can be.

“what happened, y/n?”

you close your eyes tightly, your fingers digging into your knees as you try to fight back the sting of tears. you don’t want to tell them. you don’t want anyone to know. but the words are already there, clawing their way out, demanding to be heard.

“i never had christmas, my birthday afterwards did not seem important either..” you whisper finally, your voice so small it’s almost lost to the room.

“i don’t even know what the happy feeling is supposed to feel like.”

alexia’s brow furrows, and mapi leans forward, her voice quiet but gentle.

“can you explain?”

you take a shaky breath, the air trembling as it leaves your lungs.

“growing up... it was just me and my mom. we didn’t have money for christmas. no tree, no presents, nothing. she worked all the time—she had to. bills came first. even with that, she was never nice to me. she made it seem like i was asking for too much.”

your throat tightens, but you force yourself to keep going, to let it out.

“when i was in the academy, all the other kids would come back after christmas with new cleats, new gear, new jerseys. i’d still be in hand-me-downs from thrift stores. i’d use money i got from doing yard work to buy boots that were a size too big to make sure i could fit in them for a few seasons– because it was all i could afford.”

the room is silent as you speak, the weight of your words settling over everyone like a blanket. ingrid’s arm tightens around you, and olga gently rubs your arm as tears sting the corners of your eyes.

“i hated it,” you admit, your voice breaking.

“i hated watching everyone else have families, have traditions, have... love. i hated feeling like i did something wrong, like i wasn’t good enough to deserve it.”

you bury your face in your knees, unable to look at them. your shoulders shake slightly as you try to keep yourself together, but the truth is out now, raw and ugly, and you feel exposed in a way that terrifies you.

“you didn’t do anything wrong,” esmee says softly, sitting on the floor beside alexia now.

“none of that was your fault, y/n.”

you don’t respond, but the tears slip free, hot and silent against your skin. you feel alexia’s hand settle on your knee, grounding you, and ingrid presses a kiss to the side of your head.

“it’s not fair,” you whisper.

“it’s not fair that everyone else gets to be happy except me.”

“but you deserve to be happy, too,” alexia says gently, her voice firm with conviction.

“you deserve love, and joy, and traditions, just like everyone else.”

“we can’t change your childhood,” salma adds softly.

“but we can change this year and every year after this one.”

you lift your head slightly, looking at her through blurry eyes.

“what do you mean?”

“you’re not spending christmas alone,” ingrid says simply, brushing a tear from your cheek.

“none of us are going to let that happen.”

“you’ll come with me and olga,” alexia says.

“we’re having dinner with her family on christmas eve, and you’re coming. no arguments.”

“and before you say no,” olga adds quickly, smirking slightly, “it’s not a pity invite. it’s a ‘we want you there because we care about you’ invite.”

you look around the room, at all of them—esmee, alexia, mapi, ingrid, olga, salma. their faces are open, kind, and so full of love that it makes your chest ache.

“you don’t have to do this,” you say quietly, but esmee shakes her head.

“we want to,” she says softly.

“you’re not alone anymore, y/n. you have us now, you have me.”

something shifts in your chest at her words, the weight you’ve been carrying for years lifting

you don’t know what christmas will feel like this year, but maybe, just maybe, it won’t be so bad.

esmee shifts beside you, reaching for your hand, threading her fingers through yours as you lay your head on her chest. her touch is soft, steady, and when you glance at her, you see something unwavering in her eyes—love, determination, all of it laid bare.

“i’m staying in barcelona,” she says quietly, her voice gentle but firm.

your brows furrow immediately, and you sit up slightly.

“esmee, you don’t have to—”

“no,” she cuts you off, shaking her head with a small smile.

“i’ve already decided. my family is coming here instead on the day after christmas. we’ll celebrate together, and you’ll be with us.”

you open your mouth to protest again, the instinct to push her away rising, but before you can say anything, alexia’s voice chimes in, calm and final.

“again, that’s not up for debate,” she says softly, kneeling back onto the floor to look at you, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“you’re family to us, y/n. esmee’s family loves you just as much as we do. and that’s final.”

you glance back at esmee, your heart tightening, your walls cracking just a little more as her thumb rubs soothing circles over your knuckles.

“you’re not alone anymore,” she says again, her voice barely above a whisper.

“this year, you’ll have a real christmas. with me. with my family. with our family.”

you stare at her for a moment, overwhelmed by the weight of her words, by the love in her gaze that feels so foreign yet so familiar all at once.

"okay,” you whisper, your voice trembling slightly as the beginnings of a smile tug at your lips.

“okay.”

esmee leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your temple as alexia gives your knee one last reassuring squeeze. the rest of the room seems to exhale in relief, the energy softening into something warm and safe, like a blanket wrapping around you.

for the first time in years, you let yourself believe it.

you’re not alone.

and this year, christmas will be different.

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Nena

Barcelona Femení x Child!Reader

Summary: Your sister takes you to work

"They are cool, si?"

You stomped your foot, watching as the bottom of your shoe lit up. You nodded. "Si." You stomped your foot again. "Cool."

Mapi beamed at you. She thought you looked super cool in your new light-up shoes and Barcelona jersey. A toy cat that looked suspiciously like Bagheera was clutched in your hand and you sucked in the ear almost absentmindedly.

"Hey," Came a soft voice from the bedroom," I thought we agreed on your normal shoes, elskling?"

"Pretty shoes." You pointed at the new light-up ones Mapi had given you, stamping for a third time to show Ingrid what you were talking about.

She gave Mapi a pointed look. "I told you not to buy those for her."

Mapi didn't even try to look apologetic. "They were cute. She is cute. It made sense."

"They're not broken in," Ingrid replied, busying herself with zipping up your jacket and sorting out the lopsided ponytail that Mapi had pulled your hair into. "Her feet will hurt later."

"She can take them off. We're on the pitch for most of the day. It's no big deal."

Ingrid rolled her eyes before lightly pinching your cheek. "Come on, elskling." She placed some comically large sunglasses on your face. "Let's get going."

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It hadn't exactly been planned - your long-term visit to Barcelona - but your parents had somehow won a cruise for two people that was non-refundable.

They had anguished over it for hours, looking to see if anyone could look after you but all your immediate family were too busy or unsuited to look after such a young child.

The answer came, however, in the form of your older sister - who routinely phoned home every other day and listened to your mother complaining about there being no one to watch you.

Ingrid had agreed instantly.

She didn't see you often - with her being in Spain all the time - and you were at the age that everything she did or said was exciting and interesting.

So, she flew out to Norway to get you and flew back out to Spain hours later.

Your first day in Spain was fun. Ingrid's girlfriend took you out shopping and to eat nice food and she even got you your special new light-up shoes.

"Elskling," Ingrid warned when she felt you kick the back of her seat again," Stop it."

"Makin' 'em pretty," You protested but she fixed you a stern look and passed over some goldfish crackers to keep you occupied on the drive to her work.

Ingrid's Mapi shoved a cap onto your head, moving it to cover your eyes before you were hoisted up into her arms.

You giggled. "Mapi!"

"Huh? What?" She teased," Did something happen?" She pushed your cap down again.

More laughter bubbled out of you. "Mapi!"

She laughed with you, enjoying the way you rested easily into her as Ingrid followed closely behind, digging through your backpack for sunscreen.

When you all finally make it into the locker room, it was mostly empty save for a few people who are talking amongst themselves.

Ingrid snatched you from Mapi's arms and smothered your face in sunscreen.

You puffed out your cheeks in annoyance but Ingrid continued rubbing in the icky cream. "Ingrid!" You squealed when she poked your cheek before laying kisses upon it in apology.

"Sorry, elskling but mamma won't be happy with me if you come home all burnt," Ingrid said as you tried to wipe it away.

You huffed in annoyance and tried to peer around her to have a look at this new room. She blocked your eyeline with her body though, changing into her training top before pulling you out of the child-sized Maria Leon jersey Mapi had scrounged up the moment she heard you were visiting.

A more appropriate t-shirt was thrown over your head as Ingrid sat you down in her cubby. "Are you sure you don't want to wear your normal shoes, elskling?" She asked, waving your regular pair in front of your face.

You shook your head stubbornly when you noticed Mapi making faces at you from behind Ingrid's back. "Want these."

Ingrid sighed but let you keep them on.

"Who's this?"

Two girls appeared over Ingrid's shoulder with Mapi, who grinned excitedly and patted your head proudly.

"y/n," She said," She's Ingrid's hermanita. y/n, this is Lucy and Keira, they are from England."

"Hi," You chirped.

The taller girl grinned at you, crouching to your level. "Hi, y/n. It's nice to meet you. How old are you?"

You held up the right amount of fingers on your hand as you smiled back at her.

"Wow," Lucy said," That's so old. You're a big girl, huh? Kei, I didn't know we were going to be in the presence of such a big girl. Did you?"

"No idea," Keira replied. She smiled at you, seemingly more reserved than her counterpart as she waved before being caught in a conversation with someone nearby.

Lucy entertained you for several more minutes, asking you simple questions that you could recognise in English. She seemed just as excited about your light-up shoes as you and Mapi.

"Alright, elskling," Your sister said as she returned to your side," Let's get going."

She offered you her hand to take but you ignored it, wiggling your way between Mapi and Keira, taking the Englishwoman's hand - much to her shock.

Keira reminded you a little of your sister just like how Lucy reminded you of Mapi. You swung your joined hands together with a wide grin as Keira walked you out to where she and the others were working.

You didn't fully understand Ingrid's job like you understood everyone else's in your family. You knew Mamma and Papa did stuff with their computers and paper that was so important you weren't allowed to touch them but all Ingrid seemed to do was run around with her friends and her Mapi.

Regardless, you much preferred going to work with Ingrid than going to work with Mamma and Papa.

Lots of other girls were on the field that Keira led you onto and you tucked yourself into her side firmly as Ingrid's hand came to hold onto your shoulder.

"Thank you, Keira," She said," But I've got her."

Keira released your hand and you were up on Ingrid's hip a moment later. Mamma and Papa had stopped picking you up like this a while ago but Ingrid had refused, citing that you would always be little enough for her to do this to you.

You flopped into Ingrid's shoulder as she brought you over to the rest of the group. She had placed those silly sunglasses on your face again so none of these new people could see the way your eyes darted nervously from side to side as you took them all in.

They were all trying to make their looks subtle but even at your age, you could tell what they were doing.

An official-looking man was talking so you took the time to inspect everyone. You vaguely recognised them, from when Mamma and Papa watched Ingrid work on the tv but you didn't really know many of their names.

But the two people that you did recognise both gave you a smile.

Ingrid carted you away to a shady area just off the pitch and set you up with a colouring book and some crayons. She pressed a kiss to your crown, smoothing down your flyaways before telling you to come and get her if you needed to.

You weren't alone for long though because Caro and Frido joined you almost as soon as Ingrid disappeared. You smiled at both of them.

Frido was Ingrid's best friend and often times came home with your sister. Whenever she visited, she made sure to take you to get ice cream and crepes.

You knew Caroline too. She played with Norway with Ingrid when they weren't playing in Spain. You had met her several years ago now, when you were much littler and Ingrid had decided that she would show her baby sister off to anyone who would stick around to listen.

"Hi, y/n," Caro said softly.

You looked up from your colouring sheet, beaming. "Hi!" You got to your feet and hugged her legs.

"What?" Frido said in faux annoyance," No hug for me? For shame, y/n."

You giggled. "Silly, Frido," You said," You get hugs too."

She looked delighted when you finally hugged her, picking you up and shaking you around for a moment before you were placed back onto the ground with your colouring page again.

"Caro, Frido," A girl approached," Jona told you to get a move on. You can see the nena later." Her English didn't sound like yours, Ingrid and Caro's or even like Frido's. She sounded a lot more like Mapi.

You tilted your head to the side, trying to place her face with the one that you had seen on the tv before.

"This is not any nena, Marta," Frido chastised with a smile," This is Ingrid's little sister. Get used to her face. She'll be playing for Barca when she's older, I'm sure of it."

The new girl - Marta - laughed and exchanged a look with Caro, who nodded seriously. She crouched down to greet you like Lucy did earlier. She reached out a hand that you took - Papa had always told you that a good, strong handshake was how you made a good impression.

"Well, then," She said in her Mapi-accented English," I suppose I should greet my future teammate. I am Marta Torrejón. And You?"

"y/n Engen," You replied because Mamma had also told you to always introduce yourself.

Marta smiled at you. "It's nice to meet you. I'll be sure to get to know you later, if you're going to play for Barca like your sister."

She dragged Frido and Caro with her back to where the rest of the girls were playing around with balls and cones.

You turned back to your colouring page - a cat that you scrawled black all over to look like Bagheera. When you were satisfied, you pulled out another page and started colouring again.

Sometimes, you would look up to see if Ingrid and Mapi were okay (being around so many people was overwhelming sometimes and you needed to be sure they were coping alright) and you would see a new girl hovering nearby.

None of them ever approached - bar Frido and Caro who would come over on orders from Ingrid to remind you to drink - but you could tell they were hovering.

Your tummy grumbled after a while and you huffed in annoyance. You were in the middle of colouring another kitten picture, this one to mimic the kitty you had back home.

Ingrid, of course, had thought ahead and another packet of goldfish crackers had been tucked into the pocket of your backpack.

You dug it out with a vengeance but couldn't quite get the package open. You looked to each side. Your sister and her girlfriend were on the opposite side of the pitch, very far away and you couldn't see Frido or Caro nearby either.

Three sets of girls in the same tops as Ingrid and Mapi were near though, taking a water break.

You rose to your feet, your special new shoes lighting up as you took nervous steps towards the girls. You tugged on the closest one's shorts.

She looked like she had jumped out of her skin when she noticed you, mouth hanging open in shock.

You presented her with your dilemma. "Please."

She took the packet from you but didn't move to open it, instead looking over at the other two girls in wild confusion. She then looked at you like you were one of those dangerous exploding bombs you had seen on one of Papa's tv shows.

"Er..."

"Please," You said again, staring up at her with wide eyes.

She stared down at you with similarly wide eyes.

Both of the older women laughed and one of them took the packet from the younger girl. "She wants you to open them, Esmee," She said," My Mateo does the same thing."

She passed you the now open package and smiled. "You are Ingrid's hermanita, si?"

"Si." You replied with a nod, cramming as many goldfish into your mouth as you could.

The other woman laughed. "Careful, nena," She warned," Slow down or you will choke."

"Will not," You insisted but did slow down your eating.

The first older woman kneeled down to you level and adjusted your hat. "You're a bit older than my Mateo. How old are you, nena?"

You held up the same number of fingers as you did with Lucy and all three girls suitably cooed over you - although the younger girl, Esmee, still seemed a little wary.

Mateo's Mamma, Irene, made sure your hat blocked the sun properly without covering your eyes while her friend, Sandra, let you drink from her bottle when you told them you had run out.

"Come with me," She said," It's cooler where I am. Esmee, grab her stuff and let Ingrid or Mapi know that the nena is with me."

She led you over to where she and the other keepers were working. Sandra was right, it was shadier where she was working and her friends Cata and Gemma suitably oohed and awwed over your colouring pages enough that you made all three of them pictures to take home with them.

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Ingrid came to collect you from Sandra a little while later. She put the back of her hand to your forehead and hummed. "We will get you out of the sun, elskling," She declared," It is lunchtime. Are you hungry?"

"Ja."

She laughed at your determined expression and passed your bag off to Mapi, who had tried to grab you.

Lunch was buffet style, Mapi told you. You weren't quite sure what that meant but your sister explained that it was like when you had barbeques at home and you just took what you wanted and left what you didn't.

You remained on Ingrid's hip for the trip to the food line when she put you down and made you hold her hand.

A lot of people were in the same room so you were glad that your sister didn't make you let go of her.

"When Mapi told me your sister was in town, I pictured someone older," A girl who had been playing with Ingrid earlier said," Not a nena this young."

You smiled up at her. "I'm a mistake," You said proudly.

Ingrid sighed loudly as the new girl - who introduced herself as Mariona, along with the girl behind her, Salma - laughed. "Sorry," Ingrid said, shuffling you closer into her legs," Our aunt teased our Momma about it once and we didn't realise she was eavesdropping until she started repeating."

The other girl, Salma, laughed as well. She held her fist out for a fist bump that you gladly gave. "I was an accident too," She said before taking your plate from Ingrid.

Between her and Mariona, your plate was stacked high with the tastiest things that Ingrid complained about.

She dragged you away from them when they tried to convince you that tying Mapi's laces together would be the height of comedy.

You were quickly sat between your sister and her girlfriend at a full table. Spanish chatter surrounded you but you were focused on devouring your meal.

"That is a lot of food."

Ingrid groaned at the words. "Salma and Mariona wouldn't stop. Elskling, wouldn't let me choose for her."

"She won't be able to eat all of that."

"You're welcome to take some if she lets you."

The person your sister was talking to gently tapped your hand for your attention.

"Elskling," Your sister said," This is Asisat. She had a question for you."

You tilted your head to the side. "Hi."

"Hello, y/n. Do you mind if I have some of your food, please? I'm just so hungry."

You studied her for a moment before you pushed your plate towards her. "Okay," You said," Because you said please. Papa says manners are important."

A collective group of squeals rang out from the other side of the table at your words so you fixed the group with a confused look.

"Your sister is cute, Ingrid," One of them said, waving at you.

"Elskling, Ona said you were cute," Ingrid said in Norwegian," What do you say?"

"Thank you," You replied dutifully which only led to the other two girls squealing again.

"You speak good English," Another said - Jana, you would come to know.

"Thank you."

"And your hat suits you," Bruna said next.

"Thank you."

"Ah!" Mapi chastised, swatting the three of them in turn," She's not a performing monkey. Leave her alone."

The three of them wilted and you frowned. They looked a little sad and you didn't like that.

"Ingrid's Mapi got me new shoes," You said suddenly when there was a lull in your sister and Asisat's conversation," They light up when I stamp. It's cool." To prove your point, you ducked under the table and reappeared between Ona and Bruna's seats, stamping your shoes to make the colours light up. "It is so cool, yes?"

"So cool."

●～●～●～●～

Frido stole you from Ingrid with little fanfare when you followed your sister to her gym session.

"Take the bag, Frido!" Ingrid called after her.

Frido ignored her as you rode on her shoulders into the gym. "I should use you as my weights today," She joked, poking your tummy when your top rose up.

"No!" You laughed.

"No?" She teased," Are you sure? I think you'll make a great weight for me."

"No!" You said again as she tickled you. "Nei, Frido! Nei!"

"Alright." She placed you on your feet again and ruffled your hair.

"Frido," A new voice said," Ingrid told me to give you this, for the nena."

Frido took your backpack with an exaggerated groan that had you in peals of laughter. "y/n, this is Aitana. She's a friend of your sister's."

You looked up at Aitana. She looked cool in a different way to Mapi's coolness but she was still pretty cool in your humble opinion. "Hi."

She smiled at you. "Hi, y/n. I have heard a lot about you from Ingrid and Mapi. It's nice to meet you finally."

"Hi," You said again because you weren't entirely sure what to say to that. You thought for a moment before you decided to test her coolness. "I have light-up shoes...from Ingrid's Mapi." You stamped your feet like you did at lunch.

"Wow," Aitana said in awe, cementing herself in your cool list," Those are so cool. I wish I had light-up shoes."

You nodded sagely. "They are the best."

"Light-up shoes?" Another voice said, a girl you knew to be Patri," I should have worn my light-up shoes today. We could have matched."

Mapi had told you about Patri before - how she was almost as cool as Mapi but not quite. With this knowledge, you patted Patri's leg almost patronisingly.

"It's okay. I can wear my light-up shoes tomorrow so you can wear yours too. So we can match."

Patri felt oddly touched at your words. "Thank you, nena."

You beamed. "I match with Ingrid when she comes home too. We have the same t-shirt and the same trousers. Mamma says Ingrid is silly to match with me because I'm so little but Ingrid doesn't care because she's super cool."

"Ingrid is super cool," Another voice said. Your head swivelled between the little group that amassed around you. This girl was shorter than the others but she had tattoos so was automatically super cool in your head because some of your most favourite people had tattoos as well.

"She is!" You got a bit excited at that. Not many people understand how super cool your older sister was so you were happy that someone other than you said it aloud.

"I like you," You declared firmly, holding out a hand for her to shake," Let's be friends. I'm y/n."

The girl shook your hand gladly. "I'm Claudia."

An exaggerated gasp sounded from behind you. "Are you replacing me with Pina, nena? Is she your new best friend?"

You escaped your little group and ran into the newcomer's arms immediately.

"Don't be silly," You said, patting her on the cheek," You're Tia Alexia, my most favourite."

"Very good, nena," She praised, laying a kiss to your crown.

"I was wondering when you would steal her," Mapi said as she approached," I'm surprised it took you so long."

Alexia flashed her a smile. "I though I would let everyone get to know my favourite nena before stealing her away. Want to hang out with me, y/n?"

"Ja!"

You spent the rest of the day, firmly attached to Alexia's side.

You met her the second to last time Mamma and Papa took you to visit Ingrid. They had gone out for the day to do touristy things while you stayed in with Ingrid, Mapi and Bagheera. Alexia had stopped by in a rush of busy activity and ended up staying well into the evening - helping you play all of Ingrid's board games and even putting together a puzzle before your bedtime.

The last time you visited Ingrid, she was there again and appeared almost every day of your stay until you finally relented to calling her Tia when she asked.

"No," Alexia said when the day was over and Ingrid came to collect you," This is my y/n. I'm taking her home with me." She bounced you up and down. "Wouldn't that be fun, nena? You come home with me and we'll have a sleepover!"

"With chicken nuggets?" You asked hopefully.

"Si! Of course!"

"Ale," Ingrid said with an eye roll," Come on, hand her over. Elskling, you can't sleep over at Alexia's house. You don't have any clothes to take."

You frowned at that. Ingrid was right - she usually was - but you were excellent at coming up with solutions to problems.

"Tia Alexia can come to our house!" You said," Because she can wear your clothes and she can sleep in my bed with me in the guest room!"

"Excellent plan!" Alexia complimented with a grin," She's right, Ingrid. Don't separate me from my nena so soon."

Ingrid rolled her eyes, already knowing she was fighting a losing battle when she saw Mapi giggling in the corner. "She's here all summer. You'll see her plenty. Besides, haven't you got to go home and feed Nala?"

Helpful as ever, you spoke up," We can go to Alexia's house to feed Nala and then come home for the sleepover. Please, Ingrid? Please, please, please?"

You batted your eyelashes at her and she sighed.

"You have to promise that you'll eat all your dinner," Ingrid said before winking," And that you'll make sure your Tia Alexia gives you big cuddles at bedtime."

Your eyes lit up with joy. "I can do that!"

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

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nordickies · 3 months ago

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Is there a way to ask for Denmark and Nyo Norway 👉👈

I'm torn on the Nyo versions because it'd be nice to have them exist in the same universe as the regular counterparts, perhaps personifying a different area of the country. But I can't be bothered to add more muses to this blog, so I just ignore them. Sometimes I like to genderbent characters because having more than a handful of fem characters would be nice in general (I'm still clinging onto female Ireland, Philippines, and Portugal)

Anyway, it’d be fun if every now and then, immortals ran into people who looked eerily like themselves or like someone they had known in the past... doppelgangers...

#hws denmark #nyo norway #hws norway #my art #hetalia

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ni-idea-07 · 6 months ago

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A Little Princess

TW: mild yandere, manipulation, brainwashing, neglect by your real parents. Mentions of blood, mutilation, cannibalism, and murder. English is not my first language.

After escaping to Norway. A beautiful, semi-rural place, where Will could enjoy fishing and Hannibal…let’s just say he enjoyed hunting -human hunting, that is-.

Hannibal introduced himself as a surgeon named Adam Bakersfield and Will introduced himself as Ryan Bakersfield, a college professor who specialized in psychology. That’s what they said when there were curious people asking.

You were first met when your grandparents had called Hannibal to help you -he was the only doctor in town-. You had a huge pain in your side, which Hannibal easily diagnosed as appendicitis and quickly operated on you. Your body seemed to be healthy and once you’re a little older you could be an exquisite dish once you grow up since he doesn’t eat children.

Still, they hardly appeared in public and many had rumors about them. The house they got was quite far from the town, it was a house where they could do what they wanted without anyone bothering them.

But still one of them went out to do the weekly shopping. Hannibal had seen the way Will’s eyes sparkled when he talked about you and how you had helped him carry the bags to his car.

Okay, they see you as the perfect addition to the family, but they’re not crazy enough to kidnap you out of nowhere. No.

They invited you to have a snack at their house every afternoon and would plant ideas in your head little by little, telling you that your parents used you to make you work in small part-time jobs. Otherwise, why could you never buy yourself the nail polish you wanted so much? You also started to doubt if for your parents you were just the free babysitter they used to take care of your 2 younger brothers when they went on trips -something they did regularly to revive their relationship-.

They brainwashed you, they used your insecurities against you.

Did you never spend much time with your father since he preferred to spend quality time with his sons? Well, you won’t have a father figure, you’ll have two. Will will take you fishing and teach you all his tricks, Hannibal would teach you to play the piano or some other instrument you prefer.

Did they never let you have a pet? Well, you’ll be able to spend a lot of time with the dogs that Will recently adopted.

Did they never prepare something you choose? Problem solved! Hannibal will prepare your favorite meals every time you go to his house. -And I hope you like it, people died so he could cook. Literally-

With them you had everything, love, attention…

The people of the town didn’t know why you weren’t going around and helping everyone like always. They assumed that maybe you had a boyfriend or that simply taking care of your brothers kept you very busy.

Whatever.

You weren’t of age yet and that was a disadvantage for them since you couldn’t disappear without the whole town looking for you, but at the same time it was an advantage, you were young, a young person who could be easily manipulated.

But you weren’t stupid, they inspired you and that’s why you wanted to move forward, to be able to go to a nice university far from that small town.

One night you were doing some research, you were using Will’s computer while they were preparing dinner -or whatever they do-.

You knew they were a couple and you didn’t want to bother them, that’s why you tried to look up by yourself the things you wanted to present in an essay you had to hand in. You chose the passage of time and how AI developed.

You finished earlier than expected so you decided to have a little moment of leisure, you don’t know why or how, but you watched a documentary about the most terrifying murders in the world.

That was unusual for you since that kind of videos gave you anxiety since most of them still had the killers on the loose.

But still, what you saw in the top 4 left you disturbed. They were the photos of your friendly friends with other names: Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham.

Let me clarify that they introduced themselves under another name with you, they were Adam and Ryan Bakersfield.

You couldn’t believe it, at first you took it as a mistake but then you started to investigate even more.

Murder, mutilation and cannibalism was what you found.

You were very scared and nauseous.

You closed all the pages and sighed trying to keep everything in your stomach.

The door opened.

-“Honey, dinner is ready. Prepare the garlic bread you like so much”- Hannibal came in.

You nodded awkwardly and went to wash your hands, you were very scared but you wouldn’t say what you discovered, you would just act like you didn’t know anything and then you would go home to never return.

Once at the table Will noticed quickly, you were easy to read and even more so after Hannibal told him what he saw in the computer’s search history.

This You were so nervous, so scared that it was really hard to stay calm, at dinner, you could barely pick up the food with your fork.

Well. This can lead to three possible alternative endings depending on what you choose.

The first. If they see that you are too nervous, they will look at each other before smiling, they clearly know that the situation was too much for you.

-“Honey, is there something you want to say?”- Hannibal asked.

You dropped the fork on the plate and then stared at it in silence, like a deer looking into the headlights of a vehicle. You were scared and that would be easily seen just by looking at you.

In this scenario the situation got the better of you and you told them what you saw.

-“Oh, well…we wanted to tell you before, but we knew that would scare you.”- Hannibal began.

-“We will explain everything, finish your dinner first, okay? It’s not what it seems”- Will continued after stroking your head.

They explained to you that each of their crimes was justified. That they were doing good or at least trying to, but the FBI misunderstood them and considered them a danger to society. They had no choice but to flee.

And you believed them.

You believed absolutely everything they said and you were at a point where you no longer wanted to return to the town with your real parents. They manipulated you so much that you no longer wanted to be away from them. The brainwashing was so successful that you ended up being the daughter they both always wanted.

But you still had a sensitive stomach. Which still didn’t allow you to participate in their crimes, and they also kept you away from the kitchen when Hannibal dismembered the bodies.

Still, the three of you were happy together as a family. It’s a shame that the whole town is looking for you after you “disappeared.” But they don’t know that you are happier than ever with your new parents.

The second possibility is that you didn’t empathize with them or their murders, you felt disgust for having eaten their food

-“Honey, come. Let’s talk”- said Hannibal while he searched for you in the small forest behind his house. But you knew it wouldn’t be just like that, not while he had that knife in his hand.

-“We’ll just talk a little, then we’ll eat ice cream and we can watch a movie you like”- added Will while he had a flashlight in one hand and his phone in the other, calling you to make your phone ring.

Your phone rang inside, you were so absent-minded that you forgot it there. That gave you the opportunity to flee to the road and run to your house.

You had been able to escape, but when you got home, your parents were having dinner, they hadn’t even waited for you or saved a portion for you.

-“Oh, Y/N, we thought you would have already eaten at the Bakersfield house. You should have been here and helped me prepare dinner, if you wanted to eat you had to help”- your mother spoke when she saw you out of the corner of her eye, she didn’t even look at you, otherwise she would know how scared you were.

You ignored what she said and went straight to your room.

But your body stopped thinking and your mind stopped being on alert.

Even though they were murderers, they were much better than your parents. They loved you –in a twisted way But they still did it–.

Or maybe it was Stockholm syndrome talking for you.

You went out the window and went back to their house.

You were like a lamb going straight to the slaughter. Adorable.

But they believed in second chances, you were their perfect and beloved daughter, everyone makes mistakes sometimes, right? You were still too young.

And the third possibility… It’s the worst of all.

You don’t confront them directly. Rather, they already know.

You try to run But Will grabs you and immobilizes you while Hannibal prepared something in a glass and squeezes your cheeks until you open your mouth and drink what he prepared.

Maybe it took you 4 or 5 minutes to pass out in Will’s arms.

But it wouldn’t be the same for you anymore. You would be in that house away from everything whether you wanted to or not.

One or six months passed, you didn’t know it, But you were no longer the bright young woman, the one who smiled at everything and liked to help, they knew it just by looking at you.

That’s why they decided to free you. But not in the way you would have liked.

One afternoon when you were curled up next to your bed in the room they gave you. Will came in and crouched down next to you.

–“Hi honey, you know you’re a good girl, right?”– he asked as he caressed your cheek, which was now thinner than he would have liked.

You nodded in silence. Hannibal appeared at the door.

–“Wash your hands, darling, it’s time for a snack.”

You did and then went downstairs. Both of you looked at each other when you sat down at the tea table on the patio.

The place, the tablecloth, the snack, everything was similar to the same thing you had the first time you arrived, when Will wanted to thank you for helping him carry the groceries…

–“Darling, you know how special you are to us, right?”– Hannibal began as Will stood up –“You were the best daughter we ever had. We love you and we want you to stop suffering.”

When Will stood behind you, you instinctively stood up but Hannibal grabbed your wrists.

–“we’re sorry baby, but this will be the best for you”– Will said after putting his hands on your thin neck.–“we love you baby”

“We love you” was the last thing you heard before losing consciousness. Will was suffocating you with his hands.

You had been so special to them and they hated to see you suffer, that’s why they had freed you.

But hey! You can choose one of the three endings. It all depends on you and the choices you made.

THE END

A little too long, sorry I really like Hannigram as a platonic yandere.

By the way, there are still requests open. Please leave your request and I’ll be happy to fulfill it.

Thanks for reading and greetings.🫠

#yandere hannigram x reader #yandere hannibal #yandere will graham #yandere platonic #yandere dad

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girlgenius1111 · 1 year ago

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adrenaline junkie

r loves to do dangerous things, relishing in the thrill, the rush of ecstasy that rushes through her. until her overprotective teammates find out about some of her hobbies. and then others find out. it doesn't go great.

disclaimer- as has been established, i do not have BDE, so i haven't ever ridden a motorcycle. or done like most of the things r does in this.

At first, it was only small things that the girls noticed. How you would climb up on stuff and jump off, prompting intense scoldings from your captains and the coaches. If this was any indication as to how they'd act if they learned about your... more intense hobbies, you were pretty determined not to let them find out.

There were different rules for professional athletes than people who's jobs didn't rely on their ability to walk. While it wasn't in your contract, you weren't supposed to do anything physically dangerous. No motorcycles, no skydiving, no cliff jumping, no zip lining, no swimming with sharks. It was all very discouraged.

You were an adult, though, a whole entire individual who could safely decide to do dangerous things for fun. Your teammates still thought of you as a kid, Alexia and Lucy especially. And sure, you were young, but completely capable of making rational decisions for yourself.

You'd had a couple close calls; as big of a city Barcelona was, your teammates all lived near you, and it only made sense that it was only a matter of time before you were caught. Your motorcycle was parked in the building's parking lot, but none of your teammates knew that it was yours when they came over. At least, not at first.

-----

You'd decided to use your bike one morning to go grab coffee. The place was too far to walk, but it was a nice day, and you wanted to enjoy the fresh air. It was a few days into the holiday break, so you knew that a lot of your teammates would be out of Barcelona, at home with their families. This is why you didn't worry about going to the coffee shop that a lot of your teammates frequented. Which would turn out to be a mistake.

You'd had to circle the block the coffee shop was on before you could get a spot right in front. You pulled in, turning the engine off and taking off your helmet, leaving your jacket on. When you turned your attention to the coffee shop, or rather the little tables outside of it, you froze.

There, at one of the little tables with their coffees, sat Ingrid and Frido, jaws practically on the floor as they stared at you. Deciding to play it cool, hoping that if you acted like you hadn't done anything wrong, they'd be alright about it, you walked over to their table.

"Hey guys! I didn't know either of you were still in town." Ingrid was supposed to take Mapi with her to Norway, (Mapi had been complaining about the upcoming cold weather for weeks, but every time she even mentioned spending Christmas with Ingrid's family, she got this disgusting, love sick look on her face). Frido was also supposed to head home to Sweden.

Their only response was to gawk at you, stunned into silence.

"Guys?" You said, playfully waving a hand in front of their faces. This seemed to bring them out of their temporary stress-induced coma. Ingrid stood up, almost knocking the whole table over in the process.

"Are you CRAZY?" She shouted, hands flapping in the air as she spoke, gesturing wildly. Frido's mouth was opening and closing, as if she had so many things to yell, she couldn't settle on one.

"About...?" You said, looking between her and Frido, pretending that you didn't know very well what they were upset about.

"YOU KNOW WHAT ABOUT!" Ingrid yelled, pointing a finger insistently behind you.

"Ingrid, you're kind of making a scene." You mumbled, looking out of the corner of your eye at the pedestrians nearby staring at the Norwegian. She only scoffed in response, hands on her hips, waiting for you to explain yourself.

"You know who is going to make a scene? Alexia, when she finds out her perfect, precious, protégée rides motorcycles in her free time." Frido said finally. Your cool demeanor vanished.

"No, no, Frido you cannot tell her, she would kill me. Kill me dead. And if she didn't Lucy would. Actually, I'm pretty sure half of the team would kill me. Besides Pina. And Mapi."

Ingrid lets out an indignant noise. "Sell the motorcycle and we won't tell."

"You want me... to sell it? Come on, guys, it's not even that dangerous." You try, faltering when both girls rise to their feet again.

"NOT THAT DANGEROUS?" They shout together, and you throw your hands in the air, cutting them off before their lecture can really begin.

"Alright, alright, I'll sell it. You guys are boring. And you better not tell anyone about this. No one. Not even Mapi." You said, making them promise they wouldn't speak a word of it.

They insisted on driving home with you, following your bike in Ingrid's car. They honked whenever anyone came even close to you, and every time you caught a glimpse of them through their windows, Frido was staring at you like a cop tailing a murder suspect. At one point, you were going maybe 5 over the speed limit, and Frido stuck her head out the window, instructing you to slow down immediately.

If it wasn't so incredibly annoying, it probably would have been funny.

You parked the bike elsewhere, now, in case either of the Nordic girls decided to check and make sure the motorcycle was really gone.

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Mapi must have cracked Ingrid, you're sure of it. And you knew, too, that she only told Alexia on you because she was jealous that you had a motorcycle and she didn't. Of course, Ingrid thought you'd gotten rid of it. You hadn't. And Alexia, being Alexia, was suspicious enough to figure out that you still owned the motorcycle. She'd come over, accompanied by Lucy and Irene, completely unannounced. You'd let her in, somewhat confused. She snooped around without telling you what she was looking for, before triumphantly holding up the keys to your bike. They were hanging on the hook where they always were, but no one had ever thought to pay attention to them before.

Alexia yelled at you like she'd never yelled before, about the dangers of riding a motorcycle, about lying to her, about not listening when the older girls had tried to keep you safe. She was going on and on, and while Irene and Lucy had started off looking like they agreed with her, they were also definitely over the lecture after a few minutes.

You were in hot water with Alexia as soon as the words left your mouth; you weren't stupid, you knew how she would react to what you had just said, but you had always been hotheaded and her hovering and nagging had gotten to you today.

"You don't need to know about everything in my life, Alexia! I've gone skydiving, and I haven't died. I swam with sharks, and didn't die. Cliff jumping? Zip lining? Bungee jumping? Drag racing? I have done all of that, all since I've been with this team, and I am completely fine. You aren't my mother, and I don't need you to act like you are. I don't need your opinion on everything I do, I don't need you watching my every move. I can do what I want." You snapped. Alexia took a step back from where she'd been standing, a look of hurt flashing across her face.

"Y/n, you're way out of line," Lucy said, looking angry again. Irene nodded her head in agreement.

"No, no. She's right. I'm not her mother. She can do what she wants." Alexia said softly. She dropped the keys onto the counter, and walked out your door without another word.

You were flooded with guilt. Alexia had been more of a parent figure than anyone else in your life had ever bothered to be. You were grateful for it, you really were. She was part of the reason you were the person you were today, having spent the last of your teenage years on the team with her. She'd always watched out for you, always took the time to make sure you were okay. She'd expressed to you, before, her worry that she was overstepping, doing more than you wanted her to do. You'd thrown that right back in her face.

"You need to apologize. That wasn't fair of you." Irene said coldly.

"I just-"

"-No. You and I both know everything that Alexia has done for you, gone out of her way to do for you. She loves and cares about you, obviously you doing stupid and dangerous things is going to bother her." Irene's voice was deadly serious, arms crossed over her chest as she stared you down.

"When you moved here from England, do you know that Alexia called Leah, and talked to her for hours trying to get to know you, and make the transition as easy as possible?" Lucy cut in.

"When you got that concussion last season and you were in the hospital, she sat awake, all night, next to your bed, too worried to rest." Irene continued.

"She has an England shirt with your name on it that she wears to watch you play, did you know that? No one is allowed to see her in it, but she doesn't miss any of your games for England. Not one."

"Your first Christmas here, she went all out with Christmas decorations. You were living with her then, and she wanted the day to be special, even if it wasn't the way she normally did it."

They were switching off, seemingly having endless examples of all the things Alexia had done for you. You were blinking, hard, memories of how easy Alexia had made everything for you flashing through your mind. Lucy spoke more gently.

"You were 16 when you got here, y/n. She has done more for you than anyone. You're her kid whether you like it or not. It doesn't matter that you're 19 now, it doesn't matter that you don't live with her anymore."

"She deserves better than you lying to her about your dangerous hobbies, and she deserves better than how you just treated her. Fix it." Irene finished, tone still just as cold as it had been. She was, herself, rather protective of Alexia, you knew. Her reaction was completely warranted, you knew that too.

Irene turned then too, walking out your door and shutting it behind her. Only Lucy remained, staring at you critically.

"I didn't mean to hurt her feelings." You said weakly.

"I know. You did, though."

"I don't know why I said any of that, I was just annoyed."

"You're young, it's a young person thing to not think before you speak. You do it all the time, normally it doesn't end as poorly as this did." Lucy tried to joke, hating the sad frown on your face, even if you probably deserved it. You just shook your head, looking up at her as a single tear fell down your cheek.

"What do I do, Luce?"

"Give it a couple hours, and then go apologize. And sell the damn motorcycle. Or I'll remove the engine or something." At this, you did smile, if only weakly. "C'mere," she said gruffly, pulling you into a tight hug. "It'll be fine, kid. Alexia would forgive you for anything."

You hoped she was right.

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You stood at Alexia's door, about a half hour later. You'd meant to wait as long as Lucy had said, but you couldn't do it. You were fidgeting with your fingers as you waited for her to answer, not really sure what would greet you.

You'd seen Alexia mad, obviously. And you'd seen her sad, though less often. But you'd never seen her sad because of something you'd done. It made you feel sick, that you'd repaid her years of kindness with rude comments that completely disregarded how much she had done for you, because you were slightly annoyed with her behavior. If she was sad, you weren't sure how you could fix it.

When she answered the door, you were stunned, stunned, to see Alexia's eyes slightly red and puffy, like she'd been crying.

"Hola pequeña," she said roughly, wiping at her face as if to rid it of the evidence as to how upset she was.

"Can I come in?" You asked.

"Of course," she said, stepping to the side immediately to let you in. She led you to the living room, and you both took seats on the couch. The Alexia sitting next to you was not one you were used to seeing; you could tell how hurt she was by what you said. You could also tell she was trying to pretend she wasn't hurt, whether because she didn't want to make you feel bad, or because she was embarrassed at the obvious and uncharacteristic display of emotion. You chewed on your lip for a minute, trying to figure out how to apologize.

"Ale, I'm so sorry," you began.

"It's fine," she said, brushing your apology off. She tried to smile at you, but it was weak, and it didn't reach her eyes. It was going to be hard for you to get out what you needed to say, you knew. You weren't good at expressing your emotions, and you'd never really admitted to Alexia what an important role she had played in your life. You tried to show her through actions, but your words earlier had undone anything you'd accomplished in terms of letting her know how much you appreciated her.

"No, it's not fine. I was completely unfair to you. I didn't mean what I said, not at all. I... you've been... for me..." You trailed off, words getting jumbled. "I don't know why this is so hard for me to say."

"It's alright, pequeña, I get it," Alexia said, and she did sound less upset, like she knew what you were trying to say.

"I'm not used to having people in my life that care. I mean, I am now, because I have you and the team, but it still surprises me sometimes when I do something, and people... people care about what happens to me. You've always cared, though. Even when I was an angsty 16 year old with an attitude problem, and I didn't want you to care, you did anyway."

You take a big breath, trying to steady your voice. "You've been more of a parent to me than anyone. I value your opinion, I really appreciate that you care enough to be mad at me when I do something stupid. I'm sorry I said otherwise, because that wasn't true. I was just frustrated, but you deserve better than that. I'm really sorry about what I said, and I'm sorry that I don't express how much I appreciate everything you've done for me."

You take a peak at Alexia once you've finished talking, and find her looking out the window, jaw set tightly. At first, you think she's upset about something that you said. You see her lip wobble slightly, though, before she bites down on it, and realize what's actually going on. Your captain schools her features, before turning to you.

"Thank you for apologizing. I... I was hurt by what you said. I can't help but worry about you, and I know I probably go overboard with it sometimes, but I look at you and see the scared 16 year old you were when you got here, and all I want to do is protect you."

Alexia shuffled closer to you on the couch. "And I know you appreciate me, pequeña. You might not say it, but you show it. You don't need to thank me for caring about you, though. You shouldn't ever feel like you have to thank anyone for that. You deserve love, pequeña, I hope you know that."

You fall somewhat unsteadily into her arms, which wrap around you in a comforting embrace. You blink your tears away, wondering how your apology to Alexia turned into her comforting you, but that was the magic of Alexia Putellas.

"Y/n?” She says, chin resting on top of your head.

"Yeah?"

"Did you really do all those things you said you did?" She sounds slightly ill at the idea, and you wince, wishing you hadn't overshared all of those details.

"Yeah," you answer meekly.

"Dios mio," she mumbles.

"I'll sell the motorcycle," you say placatingly. Alexia lets out a short laugh at that, pulling back from you to look you in the eye.

"I know you will. You aren't ever riding that thing again."

"Well..." You said, unable to stop yourself from glancing towards where you had parked said motorcycle.

"You did not... drive it here... to apologize to me..." Alexia choked out, baffled.

"I did," she groans in exasperation. "But only because I'm taking it back to the dealership right after this. I called, they're gonna buy it back off me." You smile sheepishly at her.

She glares at you. "You better be telling the truth."

"I am, Ale, I promise." You rise, heading back towards the door.

"Good. Off you go, then. Get rid of that deathtrap. And wear your helmet. And drive under the speed limit. And stick to side streets, not busy ones. And-"

"-Alexia, I've been riding it for a year, I'll be fine." You say, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. The blonde looks genuinely anxious at the idea of you driving off on it. "I promise, the dealership isn't far from here, and I'll text you once I'm back home."

She nods, looking at the motorcycle parked outside with an expression full of disdain. "Drive safe," she says finally, and you promise that you will.

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You did drive safe. It wasn't your fault that someone ran a red light, or that it just happened to occur right as you were in the middle of the intersection. It wasn't your fault that the car practically t-boned you, the last minute braking doing very little to ease the impact. It wasn't your fault that you were thrown off the bike, sliding and rolling painfully along the pavement until you came to a stop several feet away.

It wasn't your fault.

Still, as you looked up at the sky, feeling yourself begin to lose consciousness, you knew that the fact that it wasn't your fault would not get you out of trouble with Alexia. She couldn't kill you if you were already dead, though, you thought. That was horrifying, and you jerked your eyes back open, trying to stay awake. It was no use, though, and your eyes closed against your will, head rolling weakly to the side on the concrete as spots flooded your vision, until everything around you was dark and quiet.

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HA.

part 2 tomorrow :)

#woso #woso imagine #woso x reader #barcelona femeni x reader

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crownmemes · 3 days ago

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Mean Sentences, Vol. 12

(Mean sentences from various sources. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Not very smart, are you?"

"Why don't you mind your own business? You know, you've got enough troubles of your own!"

"Those are just words coming out of your mouth. There's no weight to them."

"I'd like to see you eaten feet first by pigs."

"Why would I hang out with a loser like you?"

"Did you think I was going to ask you out?"

"You're no better than your father!"

"I don't find you that interesting."

"What does it feel like knowing that there'll be no memory of you?"

"God, you're slow! Bringing you up to speed is like trying to explain Norway to a dog!"

"You represent everything I hate, but I do find you highly entertaining."

"I still hate you."

"Look at you! All cute and irrationally confident!"

"You're a real prick. You know that?"

"Is this the best you can do?"

"You're only making these dumb suggestions because you don't want to admit that you may have fucked up."

"Everything you do is corrupt, and I can't stand to be a part of it!"

"All you do - all you ever do - is embarrass me!"

"I wish I could say it was nice knowing you, but that would be a big, fat lie!"

"Yeah, you see, if you have to explain a joke, it's because it's not working."

"You know, not only are you just not my type, you're not anybody's type."

"I am surrounded by fuck-ups in this building, but you are the gold standard of fuck-ups. By all rights, you shouldn't even be here."

"Self pity is an extremely unattractive quality."

"Why can't you grasp that it's over for you?"

"You're a fucking drama queen, you know that?"

"Why are you being such a bitch right now?"

"Respect is the last thing I have for an animal like you."

"You know what, instead of interrogating me, why don't you do something useful?"

"As per usual, you have no idea what you're talking about."

#rp meme #rp memes #roleplay meme #roleplay memes #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #sentence starters #assorted;#mean;

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fluffy0mallows · 4 months ago

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Hii<3 Maybe something about going on a cute vacation and/or spending the holiday(any) with Caitlyn, Vi or Jinx?

Holiday Vacation!!!

Sypnosis: A happy fluffy vaycay, with Caitlyn, Vi and Jinx!

Caitlyn Kiramman

"Caityyyy!!!"

"Yes, my love?"

"Have you seen my coat?"

Chuckling, Caitlyn who was brushing her teeth in the bathroom, went out to stare at Y/n, as she frantically tried to pack every single coat she had in the manor

"My love, you've packed at least 5 coats for a 3-day trip, I think it's enough"

"It's not nearly enough!!. I've read about the climate in Norway, 5 isn't enough!"

The couple was headed to Norway for Christmas, and although Caitlyn would like to celebrate with the whole Kiramman house, it was nice to have some alone time every once in a while. Y/n's always talked about the Northern lights, and how she dreamed of seeing them in person, instead of books

And to her lover's wish, Caitlyn brought them tickets, exclusively for the two of them. A special Christmas Celebration

"You're so silly, my love"

"I love you too, Cait"

A fond silence surrounded the two, before Y/n broke out of her trance, and went ahead to pick up another coat from her closet, pushing and forcing it to fit into her suitcase

"C'mon! Just! Fit! In!!"

Watching Y/n helplessly try and fit the piece of clothing into her suitcase, Caitlyn can only smile.

With a tired groan, Y/n let herself fall unto the less of clothes on her suitcase, her face getting smushed into the fabric, making her voice sound muffled

"I might need another suitcase, Caity"

Yeah, Caitlyn just knows this would be the best Christman yet

Violet

"Vi, get your ass back in here!"

Laughing, Vi jogged back into the kitchen, face covered in flour, after their messy kitchen fight earlier.

"C'mon babe, you know this ain't my thing, unless ya' need me to punch the dough, I can definitely do that"

"Wipe that smirk off your face, we're baking cupcakes, not pizza"

Throwing another careless round of flour at Vi, who dodged back exaggeratedly, making a whoosh sound for a slow Mo effect

"You're so stupid"

"And you love me, babeee"

Wrapping her muscular arms around Y/n, who was busy cracking eggs onto a bowl, Vi slightly took Y/n up from her feet, making the girl squeal, and scold her softly

"Okay okay, I'll stop....Now then, master chef, what do you want me to help with?"

Grabbing the electric whisk, Y/n without a word, handed it to Vi, before pushing the big bowl of ingredients toward the butch girl

"You want me to whisk it?"

"Obviously, babe"

"Like how you whisked me away?"

"You're so cringe!!, why am I with you again?"

"Cuz' of my awesome, tempting charm, babe. You've got the best of both Undercity, and Piltover in front of you"

Carelessly pressing a random button, Vi lowered the whisk on the bowl, and reeled back like a cat dipped in water, when the whisk damn near spinned, and flew away.

And the bowl?, the bowl flew to the wall, broke, and fell, making the contents of it fall into a mess on the floor

"Vi!!!, what the hell!!!"

"The whisk was mad!, it's not my fault!"

Jinx

"Isha look at that one!"

"Isha, Jinx!, slow down, you might slip and break your nose!"

"Oh, C'mon babe, don't spoil the fun, Isha wants to play—"

Both were cut off, when Isha, who was a decent amount of distance away, slipped, and fell face flat in the snow

"Isha!"

Running towards the girl, who already stood up, patting at her face, trying to warm it up after being cold in the snow, Y/n immediately crouched down, and checked the child for injuries

"You okay, little Ish?"

Only smugly nodding at the two, Isha pointed at something interesting she saw, opting the two young adults to take a look

"Oh.....You wanna ride 'em, Ish?"

It was a winter zipline. You know, the ones that can fit three people, and is slow, unlike a normal zipline

"Jinx, I think there might be an age limit"

This time, Y/n was the one who pointed at the booth, which had a clear sign, stating that only people of 10 years and above can have a ride.

"So Isha can get on?"

"Didn't you read it?, it says ten"

"Yeah.... She's ten"

"Jinx, she's seven"

"It's how rounding up works!!. If it's above 5, you round it up"

Only sighing, Y/n tried to drag Isha away, not wanting the little girl to get any more silly little ideas. But to her dismay, Isha whined, and sat herself in the snow, refusing to move.

"Sweetie, C'mon, we'll find another one fit for your age"

"We can always sneak her on"

"No!"

A few moments later....

"I won't do this ever again"

Attempting to hush a giggling Isha, who was willingly fit into a large duffel bag, Y/n offered an awkward smile at the operator, who only eyed the bag suspiciously

"Enjoy your ride..."

As the zipline started moving, Y/n held Isha still, not letting her out yet since the operator was still in sight. But once they got a distance away, Y/n unzipped the bag, revealing a very happy Isha, hair amess

"There ya go, kiddo. Told you we'd get you on"

Rolling her eyes, Y/n only looked at Isha, who was gaping at the view, not making a single noise like she usually would when she got excited

And to that, Y/n signaled at Jinx, and saw that Jinx was wondering the same thing. Both girls looked at Isha, who had a neutral look on her face. Not happy, but not sad

And as the ride came to a stop, with the operator on the other side giving them the side eye, Y/n assisted Isha down, careful not to drop her

"Hey, little Ish?"

Snapping out of her daydream, Isha looked at both Jinx and Y/n, eyes glossy with what seemed to be, tears that were about to fall out

"Isha, are you okay?!"

"How you feelin' kid?"

And both young adults were taken aback when Isha, though teary eyed, and overwhelmed spoke

"H-H-Ha-appy"

Omg guys, sorry if it's short. I really wanted to make it longer but I'm in rn. But I do hope you enjoy

#arcane #arcane x reader #caitlyn kiramman #caitlyn #caitlyn x reader #vi #vi x reader #jinx #jinx x reader #arcane holiday #arcane x you #wlw #fluffy

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moonsapprentice · 10 months ago

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𝔗𝔬𝔯𝔡 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰

𝔄𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔵𝔢

✩ like every single fanfiction author on the face of tumblr and wattpad would describe, Tord has caramel brown hair. It can really easily get staticky which is funny as fuck when he works on his robots. You’ll walk in and it’s all over the place.

✩ I see people describing his hair as ‘hair horns’ which isn’t wrong per-say, but a better word for it is cowlicks. He literally cannot control them. When he was a teenager he tried so hard to gel them back just to have them spring right back up. Despite that, his hair is actually really silky. He doesn’t like having body hair so he shaves all of it off. Sometimes he leaves a happy trail though.

✩ his eyes are a very striking grey. Depending on lighting they look wildly different. They can look almost white and icy in the light But in the dark they can look menacing and deep.

✩ Tords skin is pretty pale. His skin has warm-neutral undertones. He mostly prefers to be indoors, especially when he’s deep into a project. However when it isn’t above 70 degrees he loves to go out into the woods.

✩ He’s around 6’3 and lean. He’s not very visibly muscular but you can tell he works out. when he’s just out in a t shirt you might catch a glimpse of bicep.

✩ very warm body temperature. Norway is cold, so his body probably just got used to producing heat.

✩ I don’t mean this in a weird way, but he has a pretty face. Just generally nice to look at.

✩ he wears a lot of comfy, casual things. I imagine him as a bit of a gym guy, so sweatpants and T shirts are his go to. And obviously, hoodies.

✩ Tord has scars all over his body.

ℜ𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔠

✩ very romantic

✩ his love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation, with acts of service sprinkled in

✩ Tord never does it infront of people but spews the sweetest most poetic shit you’ve ever heard. Literally pure honey straight out of his mouth. It’s mostly things about your appearance. He has trouble defining his emotions, so instead of opening up and trying to deal with it he says ‘I love you’ a million times a day. It’s the only emotion he truely can explain. He just loves you.

✩ even if he can’t say his emotions, he can sure as hell show them with touch. He can’t say ‘I’m feeling down today’ but he can wrap his arms around your waist from behind and look at you with droopy eyes. He can’t say ‘I feel happy’ so he hugs you tightly and peppers kisses all over your face.

✩ big big big snuggler. Happy to be small or big spoon, whatever it takes to have you close by

✩ a bit random but if you’re into skincare he’d really want you to put a face mask on him. Girl dad style.

✩ loves to kiss on your neck, especially your pulse point. He likes to be reminded you’re alive and always around.

✩ Tord loves receiving kisses on the corner of his mouth and on his neck.

✩ likes a healthy amount of pda. Hugging, kissing, and hand holding are all on the table. As long as the kisses are under five seconds.

✩ gets jealous easily. He trusts you to not do anything but he doesn’t trust other people.

✩ it’s corny, but gun range dates. I CAN’T DENY IT. HE WOULD.

✩ rough and long kisses are his shit. He likes feeling connected to you

✩ 90% of the time has his arm around your waist.

✩ love love loves touching your hair. he’ll touch it at any given chance.

✩ I feel like he’d have a strong sense of smell, so he recognizes your perfume, shampoo, body wash. Everything.

✩ He dates you with the intent of staying together for a long time. He sees you as a spouse rather than just a partner.

✩ loves going to theme parks with you

✩ gives AMAZING massages

✩ would be very happy at the thought of marriage. He doesn’t need a big wedding if you don’t want one, you could even elope. He just wants to feel connected to you.

✩ very tight hugs. Like he’s scared you’ll float away

✩ might want kids to continue his legacy, but a bit iffy on it due to his ‘secret occupation’.

✩ HE WILL GIVE YOU FLOWERS EVERY WEEK NO MATTER WHATT ‼️‼️ NO MATTER IF YOU’RE FIGHTING, HES BUSY, WHATEVER. NOTHING WILL STOP HIM

✩ terrified of losing you

ℜ𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔪

✩ light sleeper, if he gets any sleep

✩ stays up until 2 - 3am on most nights

✩ despite this, also likes the morning? Both a morning and a night person. Probably gets up around 8 or 9am. Late at night and early in the morning are his most productive hours. During the day he mostly lounges.

✩ smells like smoke, wood, and cologne.

✩ smokes weed very often

✩ loves energy drinks, SEPCIFICALLY white monster.

✩ sweet tooth

✩ but can’t bake for shit.

✩ bites his nails very badly

✩ furrows his brows when he’s focused

✩ crack his back please he needs it.

✩ likes bbq sauce

✩ salmon enjoyer. Specifically smoked

✩ used to dye his hair that dark brown color because he thought it made him look cooler.

✩ mostly listens to metal music and punk rock, but secretly has a vocaloid obsession

✩ his favorite anime is sailor moon because I said so.

✩ would I be wrong if I say he probably has a hatsune miku body pillow

✩ I don’t really think he has a canon family but in my mind I have a whole life story for him. I think that his dad is the OG red army leader, and the main base is in Norway. I don’t think they have a good relationship. His dad often went way to far in teaching him lessons in combat, survival, strategy, etc but they both kind of bonded over engineering. Bonding maybe isn’t the right word because tord definitely does not love his dad, but his father saw that Tord had strengths in robotics and let him persue that. Then bla bla bla Tords the red leader now. If you want you can just ignore this Hc ^^ it just helps me see him as more of a person than a 2D character. I have mini life stories in my head for all the EW characters but Tords is the one I can see the most clearly.

✩ Pau and pat are like brothers to him

✩ wears boxers with hearts on them

✩ also wears Minecraft boxers

𝔑𝔰𝔣𝔴

✩ Any sex position with you in his lap is his favorite. He puts his head in your boobs and holds you still, thrusting up into you. Sometimes he likes to do mating press though.

✩ Tord gets so focused on your pleasure that sometimes he forgets about his own. He’ll go round after round with his head between your thighs.

✩ 100% a switch. He could be on top of you with your legs over his shoulders, or sinking back into the mattress with his eyes rolling back into his head.

✩ lowk a brat

✩ 7 inches when hard. Bends upwards. Shaved

✩ A big kink for dry humping. If you’re in his lap he’ll start grinding on you. He’ll press little kisses on your neck too

✩ goes crazy for some titties

✩ has a lot of crazy ideas, and would love to try them on you if you consent

✩ pretty much has no turn offs. He’s open to try anything you want as long as you’re happy. The only thing he’d never do is hurt you. The other aspects of his life are so violent he doesn’t want to take it to the bedroom

✩ massive oral fixation. He likes having your thumb in his mouth or vice versa depending who’s the top.

✩ he’s very very perverted and very very horny, but he also loves the connection that sex provides. Like yes, he likes boobies at face value. But when he gets into it he really gets into it. Sex is when most of his emotions come out. If he’s had a hard week he may be a bit rougher (obviously with consent). I could also see him as the type to cry a little when he finishes. It’s very rare though.

✩ a high libido. If you’re down he’s down.

✩ if no one else is home he will do it ANYWHERE with you.

✩ will give hickies anywhere. And if you give him one he will show it off proudly

✩ can go about 3-4 rounds average

✩ Lowkey has a breeding kink I can’t lie.

This has been in my drafts for like 3 months so sorry if some parts are a bit ass 🫶 xoxo

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