#Ona Pine

[ironcladfoundry]

Ironclad 6: Trickery

Pages 74-77

[reminiscingtonight]

Pretending (Pt. 2)

Aitana Bonmatí x Reader

Word Count: 986

Part One

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“Do you want to get married?”

You’re soaking in the sun, a welcome change from the cloudy skies of Manchester when Aitana pops the question.

You crack open an eye. “Are you talking to me?”

“Who else would I be talking to?”

She says it with the most serious face that you start questioning if you’re the crazy one here.

“Are you asking me what my thoughts are about marriage in general or marriage between us?”

Aitana doesn’t have to say anything, she only gives you a look. 

You sigh, propping yourself up on an arm so you can face Aitana when having this conversation. “We’re not even dating.”

Aitana shrugs. “If it matters that much to you we can give it a day.”

It’s such a ridiculous proposition that you can’t do anything but laugh. “So what? We can tell our children we dated for a day before we got married?”

This time she grins, finger drifting to hook around your own. “Time doesn’t matter. We both know whatever this is, whatever we are, it’s been going on far longer than a day.”

You’ve been back in Barcelona for close to a year now. The two of you picked up right where you left off, spending almost all of your waking moments with one another. Even when night comes round, it’s rare to find you sleeping apart. 

Ona calls you both codependent idiots, Ingrid calls it something sweet, all you know is that it works for the two of you and although you’re not dating, it’s a life you can find yourself getting used to.

When the break came around and Ona announced she was going somewhere tropical with Lucy, Aitana was quick to make some plans for just the two of you. 

You didn’t question it much, happy to just spend time with the girl you’ve been pining after for years. 

At first everything was normal. Sure, Aitana’s been a bit more sentimental than usual, opting to reminisce about your childhood adventures or bring up the unofficial first dates of yours from all those years ago. But you don’t think too much about it, choosing instead to focus on not ogling all of the skin on display as Aitana’s primary activity these past couple days have consisted of nothing but sunbathing.

It’s not like you haven’t caught Aitana eyeing you up and down a couple of times too, but it’s different between the two of you. You’re still patiently waiting for Aitana to drop the pretense that you’re anything more than just friends, hence the respect you’ve been giving (though if she continues wearing two-pieces and hanging off your arm all day every day you might have to catch an early flight home before you combust). Aitana on the other hand… well you’re not really sure what she’s doing.

Though you can probably conclude that she’s not pretending anything anymore if she’s asking for your hand in marriage.

“I love you.”

Though her words fill you with warmth, you can’t help but frown at her sudden change in demeanor. Just three days ago when you were still surrounded by your teammates in Barcelona, Aitana cracked a joke about loving you when hell froze over --- though you probably deserved that comment after you let Mapi convince you to dunk her socks in the ice bucket. Although she’s affectionate with you, she’s never this affectionate.

“Aita, what’s going on?” you sit up, taking care to scoop Aitana’s hand into yours.

The smile slips off her face as her eyes drop, fingers nervously tapping by her side.

It’s automatic, the way your free hand rises, rubbing at the furrow between her brows.

Aitana melts into your touch, face leaning forward until your hand has no choice but to cup her cheek.

“It’s just me. Nothing to be afraid of,” you murmur, trying to prompt Aitana to speak her mind.

Aitana looks lost in thought for a moment. She bites at her lip before letting out the longest sigh known to man. “Aren’t you ever going to get tired waiting for me?”

You’re not able to stop the laugh that bubbles past your lips. “If that’s what you’re afraid of, you have nothing to worry about. I’m in this for the long run, even if that means waiting for you until we’re gray and old. I’m happy with what we are right now as long as you’re happy too.”

“But what if I’m ready now?” 

You blink, not expecting the sureness behind her voice. There’s a slight fire in Aitana’s eyes, the midfielder looking like she’d move mountains just for you to understand how serious she is. 

“I know I’ve always put football first but you have always been the one thing I’ve wanted to commit to. You’ve been so patient with me, loving me when I never gave you a reason to. You bring me up when I’m sad, give me reasons to smile when I just want to cry, you’re what I love falling asleep to every night, and seeing your face when I wake up just fills me up with joy.”

Your eyes flutter shut when she leans forward to press her head against yours. You can feel her breath running hot against your lips and it takes everything in you to not bridge the gap. 

“I love the way you know me and I love the way you’re you.”

When your lips finally meet there’s no other way to describe the kiss than perfect. It’s short and sweet but it’s everything you’ve been waiting for. 

“I love you. So much.”

Aitana’s giving you a teary grin when you open your eyes, and you can’t do anything but smile right back at her. 

“So will you marry me?”

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Ona’s eyes nearly fall out of her head when she sees the matching bands on your fingers when you stroll into the locker room a week later.

[inuyashaluver]

would u write for ona batlle or sam kerr?? maybe just some fluff about going on cute dates or smth 🤍

welcome home - ona batlle

ona batlle x reader

description: in which your girlfriend finally comes back to you in barcelona, meaning that both of you need to make up for lost time

warnings: spanish in bold italics, suggestive

a/n: hiya!! thank you for the request, i decided on ona for this one, hope you enjoyyyy xx

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you and your girlfriend, ona grew up as childhood friends. through endless years of mutual pining and making your friends suffer through your obvious attraction for each other, you finally began to date through the gentle push of mapi and alexia.

“ona, please, just tell her you like her” young alexia pleaded. you were all in the spanish youth teams, alexia and mapi finding a rare moment when you and ona were apart. “she doesn’t like me, ale, stop” ona grumbles, hastily ripping out her hair tie for the fourth time, unable to get the ponytail on her head to look right.

“don’t be stupid, ona! she’s in love with you!” mapi exclaimed, looking at ona in disbelief, how could she not realise that you were in love with her?. ona opens her mouth about to respond until she hears a familiar giggle filling up the room.

“hi, conejita (little bunny)” alexia coos, waving you over to where the girls were sitting in front of a mirror on a small bench. ona felt her hands go clammy, swallowing the lump in her throat as you approached her. ona brushed her hair roughly, wincing at the pain. you immediately take the brush out of ona’s hand, and start scolding her right away. “stop hurting yourself, onita” you tutt, “let me do it for you” you say softly. alexia and mapi share a smirk, leaving you both alone in the change room.

you gently brush ona’s hair up into a ponytail, doing it just the way she liked it. once complete, you place your hands on her shoulders and give them a light squeeze. she smiles at you through the mirror, thanking you softly by moving her hands to hold yours on her shoulders, giving one of them a gentle kiss on your palm.

your cheeks go slightly pink, grinning at her shyly as you look into her eyes through the mirror.

“why are you looking at me like that?” you say sheepishly, “looking at you like what?” ona lets out a little giggle, gripping your hands a little tighter. “like you’re in love with me or something” you breathe out, ona tugs you slightly forward, your front completely pressed up to her back. “i am in love with you” your breath hitches, the two of you just stare at each other through the mirror.

you grow shy, turning red and trying to look anywhere but at her but her eyes drew you in. “really?” you whisper, ona let’s go of you and turns around, placing her hands on your hips and bringing you to stand in between her legs as she looked up at you adoringly. she nods softly, “really, hermosa (beautiful), for a long time” you place both of your hands on her neck, running your thumb over the soft skin.

you trace your eyes all over her face before surging forward and placing a passionate kiss on her lips. she immediately hums into you, pulling you impossibly closer and kissing you with so much emotion. both of your years of pining pouring out into the kiss.

you trace your tongue on her bottom lip and she gasps, granting you entrance for your tongue in her mouth but she quickly gains possession. you smile into her mouth, typical ona always being the one in charge. she can’t help but smile as well, pulling away with a final peck to your lips.

“i love you too” you whisper against her lips, kissing the tip of her nose before pulling her into a tight hug. funnily enough, everyone knew something happened in that change room when you both emerged. the pink cheeks and ona’s hand on the small of your back said everything and more. you smile at alexia when she rushes forward and pulls you into a tight hug, always looking at the girl as a big sister.

“conejita (little bunny), i told you she liked you” she teases, giving you a friendly kiss on your cheek and holding you to her chest. you see in the corner of your eye that mapi had put ona in a headlock, teasing her relentlessly. ona pushes mapi off and runs to you, pulling you from alexia and hugging you tightly, in an attempt to ‘protect you’.

“i will protect you, mi amor (my love)” ona claims, lifting you off the ground and running away from mapi. you laugh loudly when the girl trips, both of you landing on the ground in fits of giggles. alexia and mapi give each other a high five, proud of their work.

—

you’d been dating ever since, the most genuine love you both could’ve asked for. when ona got signed to manchester united, you stayed in spain, playing for barcelona, your lifelong club.

it’d been hard to be separated from ona, but you two made it work. calling each other every day, texting each other at almost every second available and visiting each other as much as you could in your free time.

whenever ona called you and talked about manchester united, she sounded happy, she’d tell you about all her new friends and all the opportunities she’d been given but her smile never quite really reached her eyes.

so, after 3 years of long distance, you finally received a call from your favourite girl with good news.

“mi amor (my love)” she calls out through the screen, her face lighting up when the phone finally focuses on your face. “there she is, my pretty girl” she says proudly, taking a little screenshot of your embarrassed smile.

“hi, bebé (baby)” you utter, your cheeks pink. your reactions to her are exactly the same as the beginning of your relationship.

ona lets out a giggle, “do you want to know a secret, mi novia (my girlfriend)” ona whispers, you giggle at her and nod your head. “i’m coming back to play for barcelona” she whispers again, watching the shock overcome your features. you slightly tear up, your hand covering your mouth.

“are you serious? ona batlle, if this is a joke, it’s over” you say tearfully, “of course i’m serious, vida mía (my life)” she says offendly, “and we’re never breaking up” ona asserts and you let out a wet laugh, wiping your tears with the back of your hands.

“don’t cry, mi amor (my love)” ona coos, you nod in response, “i’m so happy, onita” you gleam, shaking your head in disbelief. “me too, (y/n/n), i’ll be there in a month” you groan in frustration, “that’s too long” you whine, throwing your head back. ona laughs brightly, “it’ll go by quickly” ona reassures, smiling at you affectionately. you smile back and just admire her and watch as her cheeks turn pink. this time you screenshot the screen. you chat about your days and updates in your lives but every conversation somehow comes back to ona coming back home.

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and so, a month later, you’re standing at the arrival gate in barcelona with ona’s favourite flowers in hand and a bright smile on your face. when you see ona come out of the gate, you immediately tear up at seeing her with her own bunch of your favourite flowers in her hand. she grows tearful too, walking to you quickly and dropping her bags when you jump into your arms.

she drops your flowers to catch you, breathing in your scent and kissing your cheek repeatedly. both of you were crying, she was finally home and you both couldn’t believe it. “bebé (baby), the flowers” ona says softly in your ear, giggling when you shake your head and hide your face in her neck, kissing her neck sweetly as you cling onto her.

she holds you tightly, running her hands comfortingly on your back as you both calm down. “you’re home” you breathe out into her skin, she pulls her head back to face you and. you look at her tearfully, she catches your lips in a sweet kiss. you kiss her back gently, cradling her face in your hands as you kiss her, the flowers dropping in the process. she places you back in the ground, quickly picking both of your bouquets and exchanging them with a giggle.

“i’m home” she reassures you, stealing another kiss before you lead her out to the car. after loading her bags in, you go to the driver’s seat and pulls you back by the wrist, looking at you sternly. “stop joking” she says simply and you roll your eyes amusingly, sticking your tongue out at her while making your way to the passenger side. ona is still ona, you think.

she drove with her hand on your thigh the entire time, squeezing it gently as you held her arm, feeling as though she could disappear at any second. once you arrive at your shared home, you beg ona to wait at the door until you open it. she squints her eyes at you but relents, she could hardly ever say no to you.

you rush inside and quickly light some candles, checking your little surprise once over before running out with a blindfold. when you open the door, ona stands there with a smirk, seeing the blindfold in your hand. she wiggles her eyebrows suggestively and you shake your head at her.

“tsk, you never change” you joke, ona pulls your closer to press her hips into yours, “you love me” she mocks and you nod in agreement, “yeah, i do” giving her the same energy, you blindfold her and open the door, gently leading her to stand in the middle of the room.

you take off her blindfold and she blinks her eyes open, immediately filling with tears at your surprise. a big sign carefully crafted by you hangs on the wall, ‘welcome home, onita’ in big letters making her heart clench. there were little candles lit all around the room, rose petals dusted all over the floor and your couch transformed into a little pillow fort situation.

ona’s mouth opens in surprise, tears frantically falling down her face. you walk up behind her and wrap your arms around her waist, smushing your face in between her shoulder blades.

“(y/n)” she breathes out adoringly, spinning around to face you with a tearful pout. “i love you” she looks right into your eyes when she says the words, “i love you too” you wipe her tears away and pull her into a kiss, pushing her away when she tries to deepen it.

“tonight, it’s just us, tomorrow i have another surprise” you kiss her cheek, pushing her towards the bedroom to change her clothes while you wait in the pillow fort. in record time, she slots her body on top of yours and cuddles you, you put on a movie but all she can focus on is you. the love of her life.

—

the next day, you wake her up with numerous little kisses on her cheeks, she smiles up at you with the sunshine beaming on her freckled face. she pulls you down back into the bed and holds you to her. “good morning” you sing out in her ear, she just lets out a little hum and kisses your cheek before you both get up.

you rush her to get dressed and hurry her out the door. “because you’re finally home, onita, i’m making up for lost time and taking you out on dates” you say proudly, walking along the streets of barcelona hand in hand, she looks at you lovingly, “is that right?” she teases, you nod and smile at her.

“mhm, gotta give you a proper welcome back” you declare, ona tugs you closer to her, “you could’ve sat there looking pretty and i could’ve died a happy woman” she teases, you lightly slap her shoulder but lean closer into her body when she pulls you closer.

you walk her into a nearby coffee shop, urging her to sit while you went to order, getting both yours and her favourite drinks. when you come to sit back down, she gives you a scowl at realising that you paid, dropping quickly when you lean forward to peck her lips. you both chat and drink, one of your hands intertwined on the top of the table.

—

you spent the rest of the day at home, watching movies and cuddling until you told her to get dressed into something nice. she looks at you challengingly in attempts to break you into where you were going but you wouldn’t budge.

at seeing what you were wearing, she begged you to stay home, unable to keep her hands off you. you refuse her, and manage to bag the driver’s seat before she got out of the house. she groaned the whole time sitting in the passenger’s seat, you were a good driver and you both knew that, she just loved driving you around after all the time apart.

you drive her to a restaurant, dragging her by the hand towards the building. you tell her to close her eyes and she opens them at hearing numerous people screaming “surprise!” she looks around the room to see all her closest friends and family in the restaurant, you’d rented out the whole thing in celebration of ona coming home.

she looks at you with wide eyes and pulls you into a searing kiss, gaining numerous wolf whistles from people in the room. you smile into her, pulling away and hugging her tightly. “welcome home” you whisper, kissing her cheek and pulling her towards the waiting people in the room.

you watch as she happily speaks to everyone in the room, she continuously glancing back at you in almost every conversation to smile at you. alexia comes and stands next to you, giving you a little hug. “now you don’t need to come to my house and cry about how much you miss her” she teases, you laugh and shove her lightly.

“ha. ha. ale, very funny” you mock, hugging her to show your appreciation for when those situations did happen. mapi then comes over and kisses your cheek gently, “no more moping around” she teases and you look between them with wide eyes. “oh my god, stop it” you plead jokingly, they were right but you wouldn’t tell anyone that.

ona finally makes her way over to you but mapi gets to her first, putting her in a headlock and transporting all four of you back to the beginning of your relationship. somethings never change. “you’re so gentle with her but not me” ona whines, gesturing to you, mapi smiles at you sweetly. “because she’s not a little shit” mapi laughs, letting go of ona and kissing her cheek roughly, her and alexia leaving you both alone.

ona pulls you into another kiss, “thank you for everything” she mumbles against your lips, you peck them quickly, “of course, mi amor (my love)” you hug her tightly and continue with the party.

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it was finally ona’s debut with barcelona. you did her hair like you used to and she looked at you with so much love, you melted. and through an assist from you, ona gets a goal. immediately sprinting to you and hoisting you up on her waist. you laugh brightly and smile down at her, kissing her forehead in congratulations. you feel the team huddling around you and clapping you both on the back.

when she places you on the ground, she kisses you quickly, telling you everything you needed to know through her lips. ona was finally back home and she doesn’t want to leave ever again.

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you know the drill - just pretend it’s you xx ily aiti

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ona.batlle: back at home with my favourite girl

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[velnoni]

Idk if ur doing it rn or anything, but as a southern person, I beg of you to pretty please write the fic where the southern reader charms stan! That sounds so cute (no pressure tho, I just really like the idea)

The way I was looking up southern dialects and looking at Fiddleford fics for reference was hilarious. I never wrote a strong dialect before, so I hope I did okay!

Southern Reader x Stan

It's been a minute since the three out you spent some quality time amongst each other that didn't involve something straight out of a nightmare. You swear the Pines family always had a tendency to attract something bizarre, and that's only mildly putting it. But with Soos managing the Shack and Ford, trying his hand at being social much his distaste, the three of you decided to hang out at a small gathering at edge of Gravity Falls, a small get together for the grown folks if you will.

You opted for something light and classy, with some gold jewelery adorning your neck. As you checked your fit to make sure everything was intact, you heard the stairs squeaking as someone came down. You peer over to see Stan fidgeting about with his tie, lips turnt down as his fingers got caught up in the fabric. He was wearing an emerald green button-down shirt with black slacks and a gold buckle belt. His hair was slicked back with a few strands hanging out. He cussed under his breath, muttering about how useless ties are.

But he looked good. Real good.

"Stanley, why ya fightin' yer tie like a snake and eagle caught up inna brawl?" Stan face visibly scrunched up at you speaking to him, grumbling at your metaphor. You laugh at him and take a few strides before shooing his hands away and patting down the fabric. Stan starts to protest a tad, but you hush him. "We'll be 'ere till the sun n' moon touch an' kiss each other g'night if I don't do it for ya. Now hold still." As you're focused on fixing Stan's tie and looping it around properly, you don't notice how his cheeks flush or how he clenches his fist as he takes in your concentrated look. How his eyes linger just a second too long on your face and your neck where the gold necklace resided. He was annoyed at how he was acting like never touched anyone before.

With a final loop and tug, the navy tie falls neatly onto Stan's broad chest. You pat him lightly, your fingers lingering as you eye him up and down teasingly.

"I must say, Stan-boy ya lookin' mighty fine 'ere all gussied up outta dat mystery suit ya love to wear." You watch Stan choke on his own saliva and look away from you. "Damn brat..." he hissed lightly. You pay him no mind, understanding he's flustered & not used to genuine compliments, and pat his shoulder. "Just complimentin' is all. Can't expect ta' mosey all round the falls prettier than a glob of butter meltin' ona stack of pancakes an' spect me ta be all hush hush bout it!" You cackle and turn your attention up to Ford as he comes down the stairs, waving hello and hugging him, calling him prettier than a peach.

Ford as well, with tinted cheeks thanks you before turning to his brother. "Stanley, are you ready to go— Why is your face so red?" You feigning innocent, tack onto Ford's question.

"I concur. Stanford, reckon figurin n tellin' me why yer twin been actin' like a bump on a log? Face more redder than a rooster's wattle," you smirked as Stan glared at you. "It's nothing. Now, let's get this show on the road already!" How adorable.

*please like and reblog, I'd appreciate it!

[mapiforpresident]

Masterlist

Hi guys, my requests are open, the link below has more information. I appreciate everyone who reads and supports my work.

How to Request

Prompt List

Headcanons Masterlist

Barcelona

Our Little Family Masterlist (Alexia x reader x Mapi)

fcb femeni x reader

I'll try to behave

You look like hell

Alexia Putellas

A Tender Homecoming

A Joyous Revelation

Off to preschool

Potato Prank (blurb)

Hot Tub (blurb)

Most Likely To

Please Don't Leave Me pt 2 (sad ending) pt 2 (happy ending)

Head in the Game

I can do it (sister reader)

Its Always Been You

Always in our hearts

Jealousy

Its Time to Let Things Go

Ona Batlle

Braid My Hair

Mapi Leon

Baby Fever

Looks can be deceiving

Mapi x reader x Ingrid

Off to Norway

"I don't like the way she looked at you"

Targeted (blurb)

Change of Heart

Time to Celebrate

Late night baking

Claudia Pina

Starlit Pitch Confessions

Cooking Together (blurb)

Oblivious to Flirting

How Could You Do This part 1 part 2

Cramp

Family Interview

Lucy Bronze

Skateboard Mishaps

Why won't you let me in (platonic)

Im not Sick (blurb)

Aitana Bonmatí

Secret Hotel Kisses

Secret Hotel Kisses 2

Confessions

Patri Guijarro

Dare

Patri x reader x Pina

Cozy winter cuddles

Together Always

Family Time

Game Night

Lazy Morning Cuddles

Reaction

Disowned

Salma Paralluelo

Caught

Jana Fernandez

You're such a dork

Arsenal

arsenal x reader

Ow kyra

Leah Williamson

A Night of Comfort

Spend the Night

New Beginning

Forever

First Fight

Leah x reader x Alessia

Labour

Alessia Russo

Flirting 101

Babies

Lia Wälti

Team Bus Antics

Quiet Pining

Leah x reader x Lia

Post-Game Cuddles

Smooth

Snores

Lotte Wubben-Moy

Defending on the Pitch

Laura Wienroither

"Are you asking me out?"

Laia Codina

"You're such a dork."

Emily Fox

Enemies no longer

Katie McCabe

Sleepy Bus Rides

Kyra

Team Pool Party

Frauen Bundesliga

Lynn Wilms

Sick and Clingy

Georgia Stanway

Lovesick

Lovesick 2

[insomniakisses]

Sports Omegaverse Scents!

Football -

Manu - Coconut and Jasmin

Steph - Amber and Driftwood

Beth M - Watermelon and Rain

Viv - Almond

Katie - Salted Caramel Apples

Caitlin - Dark Chocolate

Lia - Roasted Marshmallows

Leah - Freshly baked bread

Alessia- Coffee and Floral Shampoo

Lotte - Gingerbread and rain

Kyra - Biscoff and Hot Chocolate

Ella - Honey and Cocoa

Grace - Sandalwood

Mary - Old Spice and Musk

Mini - Fresh Scones and Blueberry compote

Beth E - Leather

Charli - Sugar Cookies

Hayley - Ocean and Forrest

Sam - Cigarettes and Vanilla Protein shake

Niamh - Fresh cut grass and rain

Aggie - Parchment and Vanilla

Nathalie - Carnival Sugar Donuts

Lucy - Warm Vanilla and Expresso

Guro - Mangos

Jessie - coffee and books

Sydney - Apple Pie and Custard

Lena - Brown Sugar and Blueberries

Georgia - Sugar Waffles and Maple Syrup

Jule - Strawberries and Cream

Laura - Berries and Chocolate

Mapi - Citrus, cinnamon

Alexia - Old spice

Ingrid - Amber and Flowers

Ona - Pumpkin Pie

Cata - Axe Body Spray (Woody Aroma)

Aitanna - Champagne and Raspberries

Jana - Fabric Softener and Linen

Élisa - Cappuccino and Fresh Pastry

Sakina - Peaches

Rugby -

Nic - Cinnamon Apples

Sam - Peaches and Gun Powder

Ilona - Mint and Grass

Hockey -

Caroline - Funnel cake and Strawberry

Hannah - Cedar wood

Basketball -

Nika - Nutmeg and Amber

Paige - S’mores and Lily

Azzi - Fresh linen and Lemon zest

Georgia - Baked Cookies

Aubrey - Cucumbers and Rain

KK - Coconut oil

Morgan - Pencil Shavings and Lavander

Jana - Coconut and lychee

Kate - Fresh Rain

Caitlin - Citrus and Pine

Sabrina - Spiced Whiskey

Emily - Campfire and honey

Juju - Mango and Orange zest

Hailey - Caramel Fudge

[katelynnwrites]

What Could’ve Been, Would’ve Been (What Should’ve Been You) | Ona Batlle

warnings: general angst

word count: 1319

summary: you’ve got a lot to pine about and a lot to live without, now that ona has broken up with you

chosen song: bigger than the whole sky by taylor swift

a/n: chapter 2/6 of you were bigger than the whole sky (you were more than just a short time)

(You) 12.17

‘Hi.’

‘Do you feel like getting some ice cream?’

(Ona) 12.20

‘Of course.’

(You) 12.20

‘When are you free?’

(Ona) 12.21

‘Anytime really.’

(You) 12.21

‘Does now sound good?’

(Ona) 12.22

‘Sí. Where were you thinking?’

(You) 12.22

‘The ice cream parlour near the training grounds?’

(Ona) 12.23

‘The one with the best strawberry ice cream ever?’

‘I’ll be there in ten minutes.’

******

Ona gets there before you, bouncing up and down excitedly when she sees you walking towards her.

You can’t help but smile at her.

Ona holds the door open for you, making your smile widen as the bell hung above the door tinkles.

Maybe you really could be friends.

The brunette orders her strawberry ice cream and looks at you expectantly.

‘Is your favourite ice cream flavour still vanilla?’

‘Yeah.’ You breathe, surprised by her memory.

You’re even further surprised when she requests for rainbow sprinkles on your dessert.

Standing beside her, at the counter is kind of deja vú. Especially when you take your wallet out to pay, only to have Ona protest.

‘I should pay.’

‘I invited you out Ona, let me pay.’ You insist.

Ona puts her hand on your arm, giving you a light push.

‘Paying is the least I can do okay?’

******

‘Ona will you just let me pay? For once?’ You plead.

Your teammate shakes her head, having already handed over the money while you were distracted.

As the two of you make your way out, to eat your ice creams on the beach, you notice that Ona is unusually quiet.

‘Oni?’

‘Yes?’

‘Thank you.’

‘For?’ Her voice remains subdued, eyes refusing to meet yours.

‘The ice cream.’

A worried crease appears on your forehead and you frown.

‘It’s not a problem.’ She mumbles.

A beat of silence passes before you ask, ‘Ona? Why do you always insist on paying?’

The fourteen year old brunette next to you pauses before shrugging,

‘Wanted to see what it would be like to take you on a date I guess. Everyone knows that the guy always pays on dates but since neither of us are guys, I thought I would do it.’

‘You want to take me on a date?’ You question, feeling butterflies flutter around in your stomach (you didn’t think you were a lepidopterist but recently, when it came to a certain defender, you were).

‘Yeah.’ Her voice had dropped to barely a whisper, eyes remaining firmly on the ground.

‘Okay. So ask me.’

Ona’s head snaps up and she looks at you with wide eyes.

‘Go on.’ You prompt gently.

‘Will you go on a date with me?’ Ona softly asks.

Her cheeks are red, the blush making her even more adorable to you.

‘Yes. I’d love to.’

The bright smile that forms on Ona’s face at your answer makes her practically light up with happiness. It doesn’t leave her face for days (even though her brother teased her relentlessly for it).

******

‘You got sprinkles for me.’ You state and Ona anxiously looks up from her own ice cream.

‘You still like sprinkles no?’ The worry in her voice is obvious (and it makes you confused).

‘I do. But you remembered.’

‘Of course I remembered.’ Ona frowns and quickly changes the topic.

‘Congratulations on playing in the Champions League. I know it’s something you have always wanted to do.’

Her words are sincere so you give her a small smile.

‘Gracias. We worked hard to qualify.’

******

Qualifying for the Champions League was all you had after Ona left.

You threw yourself into training, it was all you could do. The only thing that could get you to sleep at night was pure exhaustion.

It was a set routine of waking up, going for training and returning to your empty house to sleep.

After a few months, you’d improved but it was entirely unsustainable. Your teammates noticed and eventually Millie was the one who sat you down and forced you to stop.

She made sure you rested, slept and ate properly. You would always be in debt to her for that.

******

Millie doesn’t approve.

‘Honey. She’s here for a few weeks. Just a few weeks and then she’ll be going off back to Barcelona. I love you, I really do but what happens then?

‘I don’t know. But Millie I need to know. For the past three years it has been constantly on my mind. Was I not good enough? Did something about me put her off? Did she meet someone else?’ Your voice breaks a little more with each admission and Millie sighs, kissing your forehead maternally.

‘You’re more than good enough. If someone doesn’t see that then they’re not worth your time.’ Your fellow Manchester United player states.

The Englishwoman kisses your forehead again.

‘Be careful with her okay?’

‘Okay.’ You whisper, knowing that it was probably (already) too late.

******

It was too late from the very moment you gave your heart to Ona.

At fifteen, both you and Ona are playing for Barcelona’s B team, well on your way to fulfilling your dreams of becoming professional footballers.

Playing alongside each other was a dream you didn’t know you had. The on field chemistry that had so easily translated into off field chemistry made playing even more of a joy. You live and breathe football, Ona’s brother used to say that you were both made for each other (it seemed like Joan was wrong).

Losing however, was something you hated (you still hated it). Ona hated losing just as much as you did (she would argue that she hated it more).

It was a tough game, one that your team had lost, thanks to the conceding of a late goal.

Ona was the defender who the opposing team’s striker had gotten past. You knew she was internally criticizing herself, the stony expression on her face as she sat down next to you said enough.

You hug her against your side, kissing the side of her head.

‘We’ll get them back next time.’

‘Vale.’ She answers quietly.

Your girlfriend’s hand finds yours and she interlaces your fingers with hers. As you sit in the subdued locker room, her gaze eventually wanders down to your knees.

‘You’re hurt.’

‘It’s just a scrape Oni.’

The edge of your socks was stained with a bit of blood but the wound itself was small. It was simply a skinned knee that you sustained while making a slide tackle.

‘It could get infected hermosa.’

Ona gets up to retrieve the first aid kit, kneeling down before you as she tenderly rolls down your sock.

The brunette carefully uses an antiseptic wipe to clean the scrape, apologising softly when you wince.

Her movements are gentle as she wipes away the blood and bits of grass.

Your girlfriend finishes up by sticking a plaster onto your injured knee, planting a kiss on it.

‘Thank you Oni.’

You kiss her gratefully, a hand on her cheek.

‘You didn’t have to do that.’

‘I know. But I wanted to.’

There’s a split second between you realising the depth of your feelings for her and you blurting it out.

‘I love you.’

Ona responds immediately, smiling brightly and looking the happiest you had ever seen her.

‘I love you too.’

Your girlfriend tugs you closer, trying to kiss you only to laugh and nudge you in mock annoyance.

‘Will you stop smiling so I can kiss you properly?’

That only makes you laugh and smile harder, Ona joining in after a moment.

******

You really thought she was more than just a short time. By all accounts, friends, teammates and family, even coaches, everyone had expected you and Ona to last forever.

With what you had with her gone, you’ve got a lot to live without and you were never gonna meet what could’ve been, would’ve been, what should’ve been Ona.

Spanish Translations:

sí - yes

gracias - thank you

vale - okay

hermosa - beautiful

[artistichorniness]

VEDA MESAJI

Artık görüşmeyiz sanırım arkadaşlar. Hesabı silemiyorum, mail ve şifreyi unuttum. Ondan dolayı uygulamayı siliyorum. İki gün sonra mail şifre falan aklıma gelirse eğer gelip hesabı silerim. Seviliyorsunuz, kendinize iyi bakın.🖤🥳

NOT: Çam ağacımı süslemeye devam edin. Ona mailden bakacağım. Şimdiden musmutlu, başarılı, sağlıklı ve huzurlu yıllar. 🎄🥳🖤

Kanseri yenmem için dualarınızı ve iyi niyetlerinizi bekliyorum.

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I guess I won't be able to see you anymore. I can't delete the account, I forgot my email and password. If I remember the email password or something, I will come and delete the account. You are loved, take care. 🖤🥳

PS: Keep decorating my pine tree. I will take care by email. I wish you a happy, successful, healthy and peaceful new year 🎄🥳🖤

[magics-neptunes-things]

Luna idea 💖 Lucy giving Ona some much needed tlc before heading off to international break, her being concerned but also relieved when Ona tells her she is heading home from camp, Ona then worrying once she hears about Lucy’s knee hurting and then stressing when she sees it heavily strapped, basically them pining and wanting each other while separated then Ona providing much needed love and tlc once Lucy gets home from international break 🥹😍

The fact that I was thinking about exactly the same thing 😭 we all need fluff after all this stress!

EDIT

[rashfordisred]

i miss ona and jackie so much i’m just staring at my tv pining

[ironcladfoundry]

Ironclad 4: Alignment

page 6

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

When I saw that leona bday drabble i had traumatic flashbacks to The Greatest Showman (Raven and Leona duet when)

[Referencing this fic!]

WAH 😭 I've never seen The Greatest Showman but I really enjoy the soundtrack!!

BKHLDSVYO8dFWOFYipfb;O NO RAVEN-L*ONA DUET ALLOWED, FAKE CA TE iS ONLY ASLLWOD TO SIT IN THE TCORNER OF S EH aM ME (ngl though, I love the concept just for the longing/pining and unrequited love aspects; those elements are pretty much always a given whenever I entertain the idea of L*ona x Raven 😎)

[dhr-ao3]

[T] Remain Nameless [PL]

[T] Remain Nameless [PL] https://ift.tt/zgT79nR by loath89 Jakie to uczucie? Jakby ledwo się trzymał. Ze wszystkich ludzi akurat ona powinna go unikać. Albo nakrzyczeć na niego. Przekląć go. Napluć na niego. Wyjąć różdżkę i zetrzeć go z powierzchni ziemi. Kiedy spojrzał na Hermionę Granger, poczuł miażdżące poczucie winy, ulgę i zamęt. Monotonia codziennych zajęć Draco stała się zarówno ratunkiem, jak i pętlą. Ale ten nowy nawyk picia kawy z Hermioną Granger szybko stał się powodem do wstawania z łóżka i niestety zmusił go do ponownej oceny swojej mało znaczącej egzystencji. Hermiona żyje swoim życiem, dzieląc je na fragmenty, na osobne kawałki porozrzucane dookoła. Nie może znaleźć sposobu, aby zrobić krok wstecz i pozwolić, by uformował się z nich pełny obraz. Dlaczego poranne spotkania z Draco Malfoyem są teraz jedyną rzeczą, która ma dla niej sens? Autorka historii: HeyJude19 Words: 5107, Chapters: 1/51, Language: Polski Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Theodore Nott, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Luna Lovegood, Original Characters, Susan Bones, Weasley Family (Harry Potter), Astoria Greengrass, Pansy Parkinson, Minerva McGonagall, Dennis Creevey, Parvati Patil Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Padma Patil/Ron Weasley Additional Tags: Romance, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Post-Hogwarts, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, POV Draco Malfoy, POV Hermione Granger, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Past Drug Addiction, Healing, Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Cross-Posted on Wattpad, Explicit Sexual Content, Enthusiastic Consent, Slow Romance, Suicidal Thoughts, Angst with a Happy Ending via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/uXcJUkO March 26, 2024 at 04:37PM

[onabat11e]

Do you write fanfic? I’m seriously looking for Ona and Lucy fics and they seem so hard to find, any recommendations or do you take requests

i tend to find most of mine on AO3 but, as you said, there’s not a whole lot out there currently. they’re still a relatively new pairing, i’d say, so i think patience is key while more people hop aboard the luna train. (i am absolutely in the same boat as you, though)

i’ve written one so far, but i am working on more and am open to requests or any inspo really. i would say im not the fastest writer, so it might take time or just be a shorter blurb/ficlet style piece.

as for recs:

- ties that bind (smut. multi chapter. this is lucy x ona x reader, so if you’re not into reader fics i’m sorry it’s so good tho)

- baby it’s cold outside (smut, fluffy)

- isn’t it delicate (mainly soft/fluff but with a little bit of angst)

- secret moments in a crowded room (mutual pining, 5+1 trope, still in progress atm)

- mine (very smutty, almost 8k words - anything by this author tbh)

these are just some off the top of my head but if anyone else has any recs then please step forward because i think we would all appreciate 🤲🤲🫶

[tristayranambrosio]

Things Forgotten and Reforged Part 1

There was no subtle way of walking the Row unless you counted blending in, if anything was dependable on the streets of Silvermoon and the dregs of their society, it was that nothing stayed unscavanged long. The dilapidated remains of what had once been a Cabaret… and an adjoining florist’s shop had been closed off and marked for a renovation that would no doubt be delayed a few more years… squatters and addicts all huddling in the empty shells of what once was a place filled with the fledgling voice of a Bard that now stood at the once-Cabaret’s threshold.

He wore a hood to cover the mane of Magenta that would indicate his very existence in Silvermoon would be a war crime… but he risked the hood’s falling back to tilt his head up to gaze at what was once the candle Lit sign, “The Crimson Curtain” the tinted glass a shade of red with hints of violet, promising the attendees an evening of delight and indulgence in Nestor’s company, entertained for hours into the late night by the up-and-comming voices of a generation.

There was a moment… where He just stared at the sign and it came to life, and he heard the drums… the bass strings… the jovial call of Nestor followed by the deep chuckle of Palehoof’s warm comfort. The smell of oak and stone… and the pine of the darkest tresses of inky black curls that wreathed them when everyone else had closed up the stage.

“Hey Ona-Rose…”

The bard jolted out of his memory and pulled his hood around his head tighter, hiding the hair, his eyes, suddenly all too aware of the eyes of junkies and squatters, beggars, and vagabonds strung out of felweed and drink… The lights went dim and returned to the shadows of memories and echoes they had come from.

He stepped through the threshold pushing aside one of the loose boards that many a homeless elf had before him and stepped inside the once familiar space.

The echo of a gunshot rang in his ears… but he swallowed the thoughts, the memories, the chills and urge to turn away… his fingers were inky and starlit but the peel of shadows reached no further. Under the layers of dust the same fingers brushed away there were overturned tables, a once pristine marble bar-top that was purple veined in gold, shining only after The bard’s void tipped fingers brushed the dust and debris away.

“Ona?”

He shook his head a few times trying to dispel the voice again and wandered to the stage eyes glowing in the darkness, the torn and moth-eaten curtains from which the Cabaret took its name hung defiantly in what remained of the railings above… beneath them however was what the Bard sought.

He climbed the cracked steps onto the slightly raised dais and pulled the curtains off the part of the stage still covered, revealing that unsurprisingly… most of it all was gone… all but a broken drumstick… and caved in snare, and bent cymbal.

The bard retrieved the discarded pieces of what many would consider useless but he clutched each to his chest. His eyes streamed in silence for a moment, swallowing hard against the memories that threatened to resurface… the fight… the last words he spoke to the Dark haired Orc in anger, and hurt… the ultimatum that He did not regret posing… but wished now had not been the last ones he spoke.

The Bard looked at his reflection in his former drummer’s nearly destroyed instrument and whispered, “It’s okay… I’ll give them a new life. There is nothing to forgive my Oak-heart… I loved you too.”

All that answered him now was the creak of the old stage settling in the abandoned space. But he continued, “I’m getting married… heh… I know me… right?”

Silence.

“You’d like him… this is for him…”

There was a soft groan of the old arch over the stage.

“Thank you…”

The Void Elf stood giving the cabaret one last long look, a soft, melancholy filling in his eyes. Maybe one day he’d be back… maybe he’d buy the plot under a name so that no one could ever tear it down… lost in his thoughts his step off the stage sent him staggering forward a small marble or stone having rolled under the pad of his boot and sent him nearly tumbling over himself arms still full of what most would consider junk. He clattered with a clang of fallen cymbal and caved in snare cursing himself a klutz and pushed himself up determined to find what had tripped him, just as it rolled defiantly into his field of vision.

An Acorn.

He laughed then swept it into his hand smiling. An Acorn from the Old Oak. “Thank you… Jezza.”

Trist gathered his things, and slipped into the dark of the Row… to find the next missing pieces.

[ao3feed-bakusquad]

Meet the Parents

Meet the parents by Dancing ona Moonbeam

Kirishima walks with Bakugou to his house, unexpectedly meeting the blonde's parents who are eager to meet him

Words: 3468, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Masaru, Bakugou Mitsuki

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Additional Tags: kiribaku, bakushima, Krbk, kirishima eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki, A lil bit of pining, developing crush, Fluff, bakugou mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru, mha, bnha

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43977864