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Angel

What happens when the team finds out about your relationship? (Autistic reader x Barça Femení)

As always, the other parts of Reverie can be found here. This one gets a bit deep.

One thing you had come to learn about your new team was that they never shied away from gossip. Like most people, they did have their limits, but if it was gossip within the team, especially about any possible relationships, well… they simply couldn't be stopped.

You indulged in it of course, you're only human after all, you just hadn't prepared yourself for the moment that the topic was your love life. And it seemed that the team didn’t really take into account how you would feel about it all.

If there was one thing that would send you into some kind of meltdown, it was people talking about you without you knowing. That was something that had plagued you as a teenager, and as ridiculous as it may seem to others, it was something that still sent you spiralling endlessly. All you wanted was to be liked and to fit in, whenever those things seemed at risk, it had you scurrying back into your shell and headfirst into a deep pit of anxiety.

It had been a matter of weeks since you and Alexia got together, and an even shorter amount of time since you had confessed your love to each other, but living in the content bubble of privacy was everything you needed and more. A part of you loved the thrill of sneaking around, like how you both drive separately to and from training only to end up at the other's apartment afterwards, and how you both hide away in the corners of any cafés you come across.

But the thing is, it seemed the two of you weren't quite as discreet as you thought.

The morning it all came falling down was the same as any other day; you woke up in your bed with Alexia asleep on the other side of you, facing away as the sun shone into the room and lit up the tattoos on her back like an art display. Not long after you looked over at her did a smile appear, and you couldn’t resist shuffling up behind her and wrapping yourself around her body to nestle into her. Your alarm hadn’t gone off yet and the sun wasn’t fully up, meaning there was more than enough time to enjoy each other’s company before the day that faced you began. Mornings were your favourite, and if Alexia thought she was a morning person before you, you had come along and totally trumped her in that. The world was yours in the early hours of the day, it was peaceful and serene without the interruptions of life as the birds sang and the dew covered the grass.

Apparently that particular morning was the calm before the storm.

Alexia drove the pair of you to training, arriving earlier than the rest of the squad and going your separate ways once in the building, Alexia with some media commitments and you with a physio session for a slight knock picked up in the game a few days prior. Nobody else had shown up yet and they wouldn’t for some time, so the possibility that someone might pick up on something was far from your minds.

Apart from the one car parked up outside and the weirdly frequent amount of time spent together and the obvious love in each other’s eyes, there were no signs at all. Zero.

Perhaps you weren’t the only oblivious one in the relationship.

“-there is something going on, Mapi.” Jana smirked as she walked into the building alongside the older defender whilst Ingrid followed behind.

“There is nothing! Don’t ask me.” Mapi put on that classic confused look on her face and paired it with a shrug, desperately holding back a grin that she knew Ingrid would scold her for.

“Everybody can see the way Ale looks at her, and how she looks at Ale. I made a bet with Keira, please.” Jana continued, glancing around to make sure the coast was clear, which it was, before turning to Mapi again with a pleading look on her face.

“Jana.” Ingrid warned lightly, more than aware of the conversations that have been had by most of the team but way too concerned with how you'd react to it all. She assumed her teammates would have more sense about doing this about you, but apparently not.

“Come on, Mapi. Just shake your head or something, someone like you can’t keep a secret. And it’ll come out eventually so why not just say it now.” Jana had her arms wrapped around Mapi’s arms, tugging every so often to persuade her.

“María, don't. Jana, there is nothing going on. Let them be.” The Norwegian gave her final warning, quite frankly tired of the topic and annoyed with her teammates' behaviour.

It wasn’t only how Jana was acting now, it was the fact the majority of the team had been speculating for some time already, and though she had witnessed their nosiness before, this time around she was far from happy about it. She wasn’t really one to have so much intrigue in her teammates’ lives, she believed if they wanted to talk about it then they would, so there was no use in indulging in meaningless gossip that really had no benefits for anyone apart from satisfying the curiosity of people that had no business being interested anyway. That, added onto the fact she knew you would probably have some kind of meltdown if you overheard anything, meant she was sick to death of others’ careless actions.

However, by defending you, she had only made it worse.

“Oh, so there is something going on? That’s why Mapi isn’t talking?” Jana’s face lit up and Ingrid was instantly filled with dread from head to toe. Before she could stop the younger girl, she was already darting off to her other friends to share the new information. And that’s where the situation reached its peak.

You were more than fine, living blissfully unaware throughout the morning. Alexia was at your side, training was fun and light that day, and you had woken up feeling especially good that morning. Not much could stop you. The exclusion to that was of course the whole team gossipping about not only you, but Alexia too.

“You’re such a liar! I didn’t cheat, you’re the one that dropped your cards everywhere. My eyes were already looking in that direction, it just so happened to be that that’s where your cards landed.” You argued back at Alexia, stuck in a heated debate about how you had apparently cheated at a game of cards with her family the previous night. The blonde tutted in disagreement and gave you a light shove, suppressing a smile at the laugh you responded with.

“Already at the family game nights, huh?” Patri came up alongside you and smirked as her eyebrows raised, before she was quickly tugged away by Claudia, leaving you confused.

“What did she mean by that?” You turned to Alexia to see if she had any better understanding, only to find what looked like a resigned and slightly panicked expression on her face. “Ale?”

“Nothing, cariño, she is just teasing. Forget about it.” Her arm wrapped around your shoulder briefly as she gave you a quick reassuring hug, but she pulled away too soon to make you feel at ease.

What she wasn’t clueing you in on was the seed of worry that Patri had just planted. Like Ingrid, Alexia also knew how you would react to the team finding out about the relationship before you were ready. To make matters worse, she had no idea what she could do to prevent the secret being revealed because it seemed like the damage had already been done. Sure, she was the captain, but that title means nothing when it comes to her personal life which had already been invaded by the people she thought knew better. There was nothing left to do but watch it all come falling down before her.

Despite the odd teasing remark from Patri, you were still in a fairly great mood. The same couldn’t be said for Ingrid and Alexia who sat at your table for lunch. It wasn’t often that you stayed for lunch, and you couldn’t have chosen a more unfortunate day to stay. Your two favourite people had pensive looks on their faces that stuck for the majority of lunch, putting you a little on edge throughout.

Ultimately, though, secrets had to come to light at some point. You never planned for it to happen in the way it did.

“Does the happy couple want to join us for dinner later?” Marta, of all people, asked with a grin as her hands landed on yours and Alexia’s shoulders as she came to stand behind you both.

“Marta!” Ingrid scolded immediately, but it was too late.

“What? Everybody knows that Ale is wrapped around her finger. Didn’t take long, no?” She smirked down at you, taking no notice of the fact you had completely frozen.

Both Ingrid and Alexia rattled off arguments, trying their best to do damage control, though to no avail. The warning signs of an internalised meltdown were already taking over and shutting down your nervous system – the type of meltdown you knew was coming was sometimes the most exhausting type. Masking on its own took all of your energy, but masking an entire meltdown was a whole different thing.

You weren’t safe here. There were eyes all around, people you weren’t too familiar with, and nothing in this room, in fact in the whole building, could help you regulate yourself. In only a matter of minutes, everything around you turned into a trigger.

Marta’s hand still sat on your shoulder. Your skin crawled with the sensation of at least thirty pairs of eyes on you. With each second that passed by, the noise of the cafeteria grew louder in your ears even though in reality it only quietened when people realised what was happening.

Your hands trembled intensely under the table, you were sure Marta would be able to feel your entire body shaking, and your breathing quickened until hardly any oxygen was getting to your lungs. It was at that point where the intrusive thoughts kicked in.

The cherry on top of the cake in this scenario too is that it wasn’t just about you, it was about Alexia too. So not only were you drowning in anxiety and fear and shame, you couldn’t cope with the guilt that came at the fact you had dragged Alexia into all this.

Was now the time Alexia realised she could be with someone much better than you, now that the relationship was no longer secret? Now that you and all that was wrong with you wasn’t hidden behind apartment walls and cafe doors, would she be too embarrassed by you to stay? What would your teammates think? You hadn’t even been here for a full season yet, and you had already claimed their captain for yourself.

Those were the kinds of things swirling around your mind as the world carried on around you, but they were merely a drop in the ocean and definitely not the worst of them. Some were unimaginable, to the point where if any allistic person were to ask what went through your mind during a meltdown, they would be horrified by the things they would hear. You wouldn’t wish a meltdown of any kind upon your worst enemy.

It was too much to handle. Too many eyes, too many opinions in one room, too many ways to be perceived. The only realistic option was leaving.

The sound of your chair scraping against the floor as you abruptly stood up cut through the tension in the room, bringing everyone to a sudden silence as they watched you leave the room as quickly as possible without it being classed as running away. You had no idea where to go, but your legs were taking you anyway, and at that moment it felt like you were watching yourself in third person. You were in your body, but you weren’t present. Your mind was still back in that cafeteria, thinking and thinking over and over again, stuck in the fear of the fact you had just ruined the life you had built for yourself whilst you fully succumbed to the meltdown clawing its way into your body.

All you wanted to do was go home, to have the measly comfort of falling apart in the four walls of your flat, where you had the safety net of the fact that nobody was around to walk in on you. Instead, you had to settle for a place that still didn’t feel safe and never would.

Somewhere in your subconscious you made the decision to find a spot away from everyone, ending up in a small, empty and unclaimed office. As always, your feet took you straight to the corner of the room furthest from the door, slumping down against the wall and sliding until you were sat on the floor. Your legs came up so that your knees were pressed tightly against your chest, further emphasised by the pressure your arms gave when they wrapped around your legs. It helped, the pressure your own embrace provided, but it was nowhere near enough to calm you down to a point where you could put a stop to everything happening inside of you.

There, in the safest environment you could find, you accepted the impending implosion, and let it wholly consume you. It wasn’t a meltdown filled with anger and frustration, the type that led to a whirlwind of destruction, but one that had your eyes flooding and overflowing with tears that would inevitably lead to a nasty migraine afterwards. But in that moment, there was no after. A meltdown came with the sense that the world was ending, that there wasn’t a life you could lead after it that wasn’t ruled by the intrusive thoughts which ruthlessly ran rampant through your mind becoming a reality. That really would be world-ending.

For some time, you weren’t convinced you were breathing. Your lungs felt so constricted by the heaviness that weighed upon your chest that you weren’t sure you could stay conscious. There was ringing in your ears that deafened you almost, adding to how completely unaware you were of your surroundings. Nausea churned in your stomach, though you weren’t in the state of mind to be able to recognise if that was a result of the anxiety overwhelming you or the constant rocking back and forth you were doing.

In fact, you were so oblivious, you didn’t notice the door swing open, nor did you hear the figure at the door shout down the hallway outside the room to announce you had been found. It was only when gentle hands lifted your head where it rested against your knees that you realised someone was in front of you. And who else would it be than Ingrid.

“Hey, snuppa.” The defender smiled sadly, hating how your face was completely void of emotion apart from the redness to your eyes and the tears still falling continuously down your cheeks.

It was in moments like this where Ingrid realised, no matter how much she tried, she will never fully understand the extent of the struggles you have. As she looked at you, she saw that your face was empty, anyone who didn’t know would think you were just spaced out or something, but Ingrid knew there was a deadly storm kicking off in your mind. A storm whose weapons of choice were the tears streaming from your hauntingly blank eyes, and the sharp flashes of vicious words followed by the darkest clouds of shame and inadequacy. Nobody else would understand the pain of it, and it killed the defender that she couldn’t do a thing about that.

“I’m so sorry that happened in there. They shouldn’t have acted like that, not without coming to you first. They just… weren’t thinking.”

Why didn’t they think about me?

“I should have made a better effort in getting them to stop talking about it.”

You knew? Why didn’t you make a better effort?

“They didn’t mean anything bad by it, it’s just them being clowns, you know what they’re like.”

What if they did mean something bad by it?

“Alexia is worried about you.”

I just want to go home.

“Home.” You whispered, shrinking back into yourself and away from the hands that were still on your cheeks. You hastily brushed away the remaining tears with shaking thumbs, though they were instantly replaced by new ones that didn’t hesitate to fall.

“I can take you home, that’s okay.”

The person that helped you stand then, it wasn’t Ingrid. It was just a body, a face you didn’t recognise in your mid-meltdown daze. There was no longer a functioning world outside the confines of your beaten mind, your senses were completely overwhelmed to the point they no longer worked. An arm was wrapped around your waist as you were led to the car park, but all you could focus on was each step you took. Moving was difficult, so you poured all your remaining energy into making sure your legs could carry you to the car at least.

Whether people watched you on the way to Ingrid’s car or not, you were passed the point of caring. The merciless thoughts weren’t tiring anytime soon but they had exhausted you, beating you down until you were completely mindless. They had prepared you for your team to hate you, so that was old news by the time you were being guided down the halls and no doubt past their curious stares.

All of your belongings were left back in the changing rooms, including your phone and your change of clothes and everything else. Thankfully Ingrid was wise enough to know you didn’t care about any of those things now, all you wanted to do was go home, fall into bed, and never leave again.

That’s exactly what you did. The time walked by before you as you watched the minutes tick by on the digital clock on your bedside table. At some point, Ingrid had peaked her head in to check on you and Mapi had come along to drop off your things whilst an anxious Alexia waited in her car in case you wanted her.

You didn’t.

You couldn’t face her right now, probably not for the rest of the day either. It was easier to be the rejecter rather than the rejected. Too often were you the one going through all the pain that came with rejection, and experiencing it at the hands of Alexia might just end it all for you.

Figuring out where to go from here was something that would have to wait a while. Hours, days, weeks, you weren’t sure. It had been a tough day, the toughest in a while. Your last meltdown had been a destructive one – a performance that you deemed bad in a match you put way too much pressure on yourself for was enough reason to get so wildly angry, you had no choice but to act out. That was in the privacy of your own home though, not in a public setting, at work no less. The repercussions of it all were something you didn’t want to face.

So you stayed in bed. For hours, you didn’t move a muscle. The duvet covered you up to your shoulders and the scent of Alexia lingered on the fabric of the sheets, the most comforting mix of her perfume and the conditioner she used when showering the night before. And by the time the sun set, it felt like your bones had sunk into the mattress, as if you’d found yourself in quicksand or had fallen into concrete. There was no way you could make it out if you tried.

Nothing, apart from being thousands of miles away from the situation you found yourself in, could entice you to move.

—

“Have you heard from her yet?” Alexia asked desperately for perhaps the third time in ten minutes.

“No, Ale.” Mapi sighed from the kitchen area.

Ingrid and Mapi had decided to let Alexia stay with them, knowing that the older girl was probably going crazy as a result of her anxiety. The Norwegian was somewhat familiar with how these things go for you, your alone time to try and regulate was an important step of getting back to being your normal self. However, she also knew that being alone could sometimes make it worse. She was stuck in between those two possibilities, wondering when the right time to step in was. It just didn’t help when Alexia was pacing around the apartment or tapping her foot against the floor as she sat on the couch.

Mapi was making dinner for the three of them, whilst also ensuring there was an extra portion for you if you wanted to eat at any point that evening. They were all worried to some degree, but Alexia’s concern had reached new heights. Last time this happened to you, you were alone for the whole night with no one to comfort you, and that thought made her sick. All she wanted to do was see you at least, then from there she could figure out what to do to help. Yet, she was still inexperienced, so the only thing she trusted herself to do was to listen to Ingrid, the one who had been around for almost eleven years longer than she had. Her patience was wearing thin, however.

“I just want to see her, I-”

“Alexia, listen to me.” Ingrid dropped the laundry she was folding and headed over to where Alexia was. She sat down on the coffee table in front of her captain and sighed just like her girlfriend had done a moment ago. “In her mind, you’re probably the last person she wants to see right now.”

“But why! I don’t g-”

“Listen.” Ingrid said sternly, silencing the blonde. “I know you are worried, scared, whatever. We all are. But we have to put our emotions aside and wait for her. Meltdowns aren’t something that happen to you, they happen to her, so think about that for a second. She needs the time alone to regulate herself again, to allow her body to rest. It might not have looked extreme, but trust me when I say it was. Her own mind was attacking her but because she was in public, she forced it down and hid it. It’s so intense, when that happens, it’s not just a mental thing but a physical thing too. You have to remember that what she experiences is so different to anything we will ever know, so everything from this point on has to be on her terms. Okay?”

No matter what anyone said to her in that moment, Alexia knew she wouldn’t feel at all at ease until she saw you. But Ingrid’s words did help, even if it was only the tiniest bit. It settled her because most of all she trusted you.

Once in the past, you had told her that your meltdowns were something that made you feel so out of control that you’d do anything to regain it back, to have some sense of the world again. Even if that meant extreme measures. That was the young, scared version of you though, you had told her. As an adult now, you were a lot… safer in your recovery methods. And she trusted you, she did, she just couldn’t help but feel sickeningly worried. Nobody could really blame her, it wasn’t a comforting thought to know she was in the same building as you, and yet there wasn’t a thing she could do other than wait it out.

“I… I love her though.” She knew her arguments were futile, but it felt better than sitting there and doing nothing.

“You love her?” Mapi asked in disbelief, followed by a tut from Ingrid.

“I love her. She knows that, right?” The blonde turned to the woman in front of her with a desperate look on her eyes.

“She does. She does, Alexia, and I know for a fact that she does.” Ingrid placed a hand on Alexia’s bouncing knee and squeezed it reassuringly; she understood how her captain was feeling, she’d been in her place plenty of times before.

“I just want to take it all from her so she can feel better, so she knows I love her and I don’t blame her for today.” Alexia mumbled, fidgeting with the drawstring of her training shorts that she still hadn't changed out of.

“I know. It's hard, but these are the times where she needs us by her side the most.” Ingrid stated quietly, hoping Alexia understood the gravity of her words.

“Forever, Ingrid, I will be by her side forever. I swear it.” Her eyes had gone wide and her shoulders had lifted up into a shrug to emphasise her promise. Ingrid didn't doubt her for a second.

As much as she tried to resist, as the evening dragged on, Ingrid’s patience started to wear away. Her concern was beginning to override her adamance to give you the space she thought you needed. She could tell, as she glanced around the quiet room save for the scraping of cutlery against ceramic, that Alexia and Mapi felt the same way.

Alexia hardly moved from her spot in the corner of the sofa, staring out of the window as her leg bounced anxiously. Mapi didn’t know what to do with herself, because even though she wouldn’t really play a major part in helping you come down from the state you were in, bar a few terrible jokes here and there, her world fell off-kilt knowing you were enduring such an awful time. You weren’t as close with her as you were with Alexia and Ingrid, obviously, but she still saw you as such an important figure in her life that nothing was the same without you. She loved your near constant joy, you were quite possibly the happiest person she’d met, and that was a big statement coming from someone like her. Your glee was infectious, and she was certain that everybody felt the same kind of unease when you weren’t yourself.

The silence throughout the apartment that settled after dinner was so discomforting that waiting simply wasn’t cutting it anymore. Almost as soon as the sun dipped below the horizon, they all hit their limit. It had been hours since anyone had seen or heard from you and waiting simply wasn’t cutting it anymore. No one was brave enough to say it though. If they all marched up to your apartment, god only knows what reaction you would have. Nobody wanted to be the person that broke your trust.

It was Alexia that decided to take that risk.

“What if I went and checked on her?” She broke the silence and glanced around nervously at the other two, who then looked at each apprehensively. “If she kicks me out, I will leave. But I cannot sit here and do nothing any longer. It’s killing me.”

A few thoughtful moments passed by, before Ingrid groaned quietly and buried her face into her hands. At that, Mapi pursed her lips and answered for her.

“I think there is nothing else we can do but try.” The shorter defender answered diplomatically, nodding as she spoke. “The spare key is on Ingrid’s keys.”

“Ingrid?” Alexia asked. It was important to her that she had Ingrid’s trust as the Norwegian had dealt with this countless times over the past decade.

“Yes. Go. Please be patient with her.” She pleaded in a fearful voice. At that, the Barcelona captain jumped up from her seat and went to leave instantly.

In the weirdest way, it was hard for Ingrid to hand over this responsibility. Other than Mapi, you were the most important person in her life. She had been the person you go to for nearly eleven years – she had seen you at your worst and recently she’d seen you at your best. But with the introduction of Alexia into your life, as overjoyed as she was for you, it came with a strange sense of loss. Rationally she knew you were going nowhere of course, and yet she mostly felt… sad. It felt a little pathetic to her, that she thought of it like that, she just couldn’t help it. Mapi sensed her girlfriend’s feelings and moved to sit by her side immediately to comfort her, meanwhile Alexia couldn’t get out of the door quick enough.

Instead of taking the elevator, Alexia ran straight to the stairs and made her way up to your floor in mere seconds. The keys rattled in her hands as she headed to your apartment, and her hands shook as she tried to find the right key to unlock your door. When she missed the keyhole a couple times, she took a deep breath to calm herself and rolled her shoulders a couple times. In that split second, she knew, had you been there, you would have laughed at the slightly dramatic scene. As odd as that may seem, that little thought calmed her anxiety the tiniest bit, and with a final breath out, she unlocked the door.

Unsurprisingly, the lights were off in the apartment and the curtains were drawn, your way of blocking the world out. There wasn’t a sound, and her footsteps bounced off the walls as she walked through the flat until she reached your bedroom door. She knocked on quietly, trying not to disturb the apparent peace.

“It is just me, Alexia. May I come in, engel?”

Exactly as she expected, she got no response. That was better than getting kicked out, she supposed.

“I’m coming in, okay?”

She opened the door and walked in on a scene that wasn’t so unfamiliar anymore, and she figured she best get used to it anyway if she planned on sticking around. You were on your side, facing away from the door, like you were when Ingrid had been the one to check on you the last time this happened. Even as she padded over to where you lay, she got no reaction. It wasn’t until she cautiously sat on the carpet, her back against the bedside drawers with her head turned towards you, that she confirmed you weren’t asleep.

Once her eyes adjusted to the dark, she could see you were awake and staring absentmindedly straight ahead, through her even. Last time, she didn’t see this part of you. She only saw the by-product of Ingrid’s support and love. This was something that sent chills through her, not out of fear or intimidation or whatever, but because of the overload of emotions she felt at the sight. Never in her life had she felt such pain for someone else.

“Hi, amor.” She whispered. Truthfully, she had no idea what to do, or where to start. Rather foolishly, she had underestimated the whole thing. “Um… I didn’t want to leave you on your own any longer. I wanted to come check on you.”

Normally, with everything Alexia did in her life, she had the confidence in knowing what she was doing and exactly how she was going to do it. This situation was something entirely different. But, if she was going to learn to do better for you when things like this happened, there was nothing she would rather do in this scenario than try.

“Ingrid told me once that sometimes just sitting with you helps with the thoughts you have, so… I will wait here as long as you want me to. I love you.”

She didn’t want to overwhelm you, but at the same time she couldn’t bear taking her eyes off of you. Just being by your side had eased some of her anxiety. She hoped it did the same for you.

“Today was a bad day, but that’s okay. Bad days are okay. You can come back from them. I remember you telling me that when this happens, it feels like the world is ending. I know I can’t stop your meltdowns but I will always be here to remind you that I love you more than anyone else I have ever met. And that people in your life adore you so much that nothing could change that. You are just you, all the time, and that might be my favourite thing in the world.”

The midfielder found herself rambling, which wasn’t something she did very often at all, but the words flowed continuously. Whether you could hear her or were taking anything she said on board, she didn’t mind.

Fortunately, you could hear her, and you were taking everything she said and holding onto it for dear life. With each word she spoke, you felt yourself coming back more and more. Those voices had been shut out by Alexia’s tentative rambling. The tears that you knew would drop any second were the first sign of you becoming somewhat lucid again.

“I am not angry or upset with you. Today wasn’t your fault. Not the outing, not the teasing, not the meltdown. You were just a passenger in it all, yet you got the worst of it. You don’t deserve that. I’m sorry.”

“No.” Your voice was hoarse and hardly there when you spoke, and even though it was a short single syllable you uttered, it still cracked with emotion.

Alexia almost flinched at that, having not expected it at all.

“Hm?” She hummed, shuffling a little closer to the bed if that was at all possible.

“No sorrys.” You murmured. Alexia frowned, and she itched to reach out and stroke through your hair or cup your cheek or do anything to comfort you.

“Okay.” She nodded, unsure of what else to do. To scratch that itch from a moment ago, she brought her legs up and crossed her arms over her knees, a few fingertips of one hand outstretched to rest on the edge of the bed. “I… I don’t want you to feel guilty. I think, in the end, maybe it was only a matter of time before everyone found out about us. They shouldn’t have acted so nonchalantly about it, but I also don’t think we hid it too well.”

“You don’t have to be here.” You completely ignored what she had said, too focused on your shame instead. Shame that stemmed from the events back at the cafeteria, at not only having a meltdown which brought those feelings on anyway, but having one in front of your whole club. This one felt so much more complex than any others you’d had in a while.

Alexia’s resolve broke then – one of her hands cautiously reached under the duvet to find the hand of yours that wasn’t resting underneath your head. She found it, balled up tightly against your chest, and with both of her hands now, she unclenched it and covered it, gently bringing it to her mouth so she could press repetitive, soft kisses against your skin.

“I don't have to but I want to. I need to, for myself, because you are my girlfriend and I need to make sure you are okay. I love you no matter how you feel, and even if me being here doesn't make you feel much better, I'm just glad I’m here.”

Something about that struck a nerve. Before you knew it, those brewing tears made themselves known as they fell steadily. Alexia dropped your hand, which caused a brief moment of panic for you, until she rose to her knees and her hands landed delicately on your face instead. Her lips brushed against every tear that fell, kissing each one before leaning her forehead against yours.

“I love you. I don’t want you to ever doubt that.” She whispered, because some part of her knew that it was her portrayal of her adoration that had finally cracked you.

It was exactly that. No matter how many times it was said, there was just some embedded insecurity within you that couldn’t accept it when you didn’t love yourself like this. Perhaps it would stay with you for life, but that didn’t seem so horrifying if Alexia reacted like this everytime the worst part of yourself was so clearly on show.

“You do make me feel better.” You manage to choke out in the midst of your sobs.

Alexia couldn’t bear the feeling of not having you in her arms whilst you were crying so heavily, so she moved away only for a second before you felt the bed dip behind you. Then, she was gently urging you to roll over, which you did immediately. Her arms engulfed you entirely, and the pressure from her hug was so much more comforting than that of yours earlier in that heartless office.

She let you get it all out, even if it did take a while, but even when your sobs had subsided, she didn’t move a muscle. For that, you were grateful. Being wrapped up and held tightly by her, your face buried in her chest, was so much better than laying on your own with nothing but the intrusions in your mind.

And when your thoughts cleared, you gained an ounce of clarity again. Neither of you spoke, but there had been enough emotions in the day that there wasn’t any need for them. There was just one thing that you had realised, the brightest silver lining: Alexia loved you. Truly and wholeheartedly, even if you didn’t understand it. Sure, she had said it in the past and shown it in various ways, though none of those occasions could ever live up to this one.

This one was her accepting the worst part of yourself. This was her sticking by you when you knew it was the hardest time to stay. This was it.

Having your relationship exposed might have seemed like the end of the world at the time, and though that thought hadn’t completely left yet, it had given way for two much better realistions. Firstly, Alexia loved you. And secondly, apparently you can’t mask love.

“It really was quite obvious, wasn’t it?” You would grimace the next morning when the pair of you ate breakfast in bed together. Your girlfriend, the woman that loved you, turned to you with an equally pinched face and you stared at each other for a few moments, until you broke out into laughter about it all.

That was the thing with Alexia – she made it all brighter and so, so much easier.

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because what else do autistic people struggle with than the opinions of others 🫠 writing about a meltdown is hardddd so this took a lot for me to write, it's more than just writing anxiety when it comes to posting this one. it's depicting the part of myself i hate most. it's an unexplainable, awful awful experience but anyway i hope my words did it justice, i'm not sure about it but i hope you liked the story regardless 🫶🏼🧡

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wileys-russo · 7 months ago

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Mapi & Ingrid “I was reading that” balcony

m.león & i.engen II sunkissed

you exhaled happily as finally the last cloud seemed to be blown away and the full force of the late afternoon portugal sun bathed you in an alluringly warm glow, stretching out with a small grunt before settling back into the lounger you were laid out on.

"shit." you mumbled, feeling about for your sunglasses but realizing you'd left them inside in your bag, having just gotten back from a day spent at the beach and not bothered to shower or unpack just yet.

having washed your hair the night before you'd opted out of a swim, spending time lazing about in the sun as your girlfriends took a dip in the ocean.

"go away!" you moaned as mapi returned first, laying herself down on your back causing you to wince at the icy cold droplets of seawater which rolled down your tanned, warm and once dry skin.

"you looked hot bebita, cooling you down." the spaniard mumbled, softly kissing your shoulder blade and exhaling, clearly not with any intention of moving off of you as you gave in with a roll of your eyes.

"ingrid!" you moaned in annoyance again as your other girlfriend returned a few moments later, both you and mapi cringing as she wrung out her hair, a steady stream of water raining down on the pair of you in result.

"you are both such children. go bury one another in the sand or something!" you grumbled unhappily, trying to shake mapi off as she sat up, your head resting on your folded arms.

you glanced up at the sound of lips meeting, watching the pair of them exchange a soft kiss as you huffed and returned to your previous position.

"you know mi amor you could get one too if you stopped being such a grump." mapi teased, hands gliding across your skin as she massaged gently at your shoulders which admittedly did feel good.

"m'not a grump, i just wanted to stay dry." you mumbled into your arm feeling ingrid lay down on her own towel beside you, poking at your nose as you cracked one eye open with a glare making her grin.

"well bebita then i'll remember that later when you're wet." mapi leaned down to whisper, kissing your cheek which warmed and flushed red knowing exactly what she meant, the defender getting up off of you and announcing she was going for a walk.

"amor." you groaned feeling the norweigan beside you poke at your nose again. "are you going to give me a kiss or are you going to keep being grumpy?" your girlfriend smiled in amusement as you sighed heavily and opened your eyes properly, corner of your own lips turning upward at the sight of her.

"i'll give you a kiss and then go back to being grumpy."

now finally back at the villa and your girlfriends eagerly racing off for showers to wash the salt water off their skin you'd settled on the balcony to soak up the dying rays of the late afternoon sun.

"have to do." you sighed, grabbing your book where you'd discarded it earlier this morning and opening it, laying it down across your face and sighing in relief as the rays were finally blocked out.

though of course your peace didn't last all that long.

"i was reading that." you sighed as the book was lifted off your face, wincing a little as you opened your eyes and were hit directly with a beam of sun, the sun a soft shade of orange as it hovered just on the horizon, half tucked into bed for the evening.

"no you weren't." ingrid chuckled smacking you on the leg with the book and tossing it onto the coffee table, gesturing for you to sit up.

you did so with an over exaggerated groan, earning you a tug on the ear as your girlfriend moved to pull the lounger up into a chair position and sat behind you, grabbing the other sun lounger and pulling it closer, setting her laptop down and flipping it open.

"the euros?" you asked with a stretch, ingrid nodding and kissing your neck softly as she leaned forward, chin resting on your shoulder as her arms circled around you to type away at the keyboard searching for a stream.

"you smell nice." you inhaled the scent of her bodywash with a smile, ingrid tapping the volume up a few notches before laying back a bit more, your body pulled into hers as you pushed your head back.

"oh now you want a kiss?" ingrid teased at your puckered lips, but bending down to press her own against them as you exhaled happily into her mouth.

you broke apart at the sound of the back door sliding open, your other girlfriend stepping out and scraping her damp hair up into a bun. "shuffle." the spaniard shooed her hands as both you and ingrid moved over enough to allow her some space to lay down on her side next to you.

her leg hooked over ingrids as all of your limbs entangled together and you stretched your neck back to kiss the defender a few times.

"mood improved then mi amor?" she teased running a hand through your hair as you hummed, head settled back against ingrids stomach, the norwegian mumbling things under her breath in her native tongue as her gaze was fixed on the game on the laptop in front of her.

your attention was ordered back to the dirty blonde pressed into your side as her rough calloused palm brushed your cheek, her thumb tugging down your bottom lip as hers curled into a wicked smile, other hand toying with the waistband of your shorts.

"so bebita...still determined to stay dry?"

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mapis-putellas · 1 month ago

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𝑬𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔/𝑴.𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝑰.𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒏

I don’t normally write player x player fics, but after these pictures came out, I had to make an exception 🫶🏻

The morning started like clockwork. Ingrid stirred awake before the alarm even had a chance to go off, her internal body clock as reliable as ever. She blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting to the faint light creeping through the curtains. She turned her head to the side, smiling softly at the sight of Mapi still fast asleep. Her girlfriend was sprawled on her stomach, the duvet half-kicked off her back, revealing the faint golden tint of her skin. Her hair was a messy halo of dark blonde and brown, and the tiniest snores puffed out against her pillow.

Ingrid didn’t wake her immediately. Instead, she took a moment to watch her, committing the peaceful scene to memory. There was something almost childlike about Mapi when she slept, her usual cheeky grin replaced by an expression of pure tranquility. Reaching out gently, Ingrid brushed a strand of hair out of Mapi’s face, her fingers lingering for a moment on her cheek. “Maria,” she whispered softly, her voice low and affectionate.

There was no response, only a soft mumble as Mapi shifted slightly, her face burrowing further into the pillow. Ingrid smiled to herself, leaning down to press a featherlight kiss to Mapi’s temple. “Maria, det er morgen,” she murmured.

“Mm-mm,” Mapi groaned, shaking her head weakly and pulling the duvet up over her head. Her muffled voice drifted out, half in Spanish and half unintelligible. “No. Sleep.”

“Come on, sleepyhead,” Ingrid said, sitting up and stretching before turning to tug the duvet back down. Mapi clung to it like a lifeline, her face scrunched in protest. “Maria, you have to get up. We have training.”

“Cinco minutos más,” Mapi mumbled, holding up five fingers weakly from beneath the covers. Her voice was hoarse with sleep, and Ingrid couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Five more minutes?” Ingrid teased, leaning down to pepper soft kisses along Mapi’s exposed shoulder. “You say that every morning, cariño.”

Mapi groaned again but didn’t move, her resolve to stay in bed as strong as ever. Ingrid sighed theatrically, standing up and moving to the window. With a quick tug, she pulled the curtains open, flooding the room with warm sunlight. Mapi let out a dramatic hiss, pulling the duvet back over her head.

“Eres cruel,” Mapi muttered, though there was no real heat in her words. Ingrid turned back to the bed, arms crossed over her chest, her expression fond but firm.

“Come on, my love,” Ingrid coaxed, sitting on the edge of the bed and tugging at the duvet again. “You’ll feel better once you shower.” She punctuated her words with a kiss to woman’s forehead, then her cheek, then the tip of her nose. Then finally, her lips. Slowly but surely, Mapi began to stir, her brown eyes cracking open to glare at Ingrid half-heartedly.

“Eres demasiado feliz por la mañana,” Mapi grumbled, her voice still thick with sleep. Ingrid laughed, brushing another kiss against her lips before standing and pulling her up by the hands.

The shower was a ritual they shared most mornings. Ingrid adjusted the water to Mapi’s liking—warm, bordering on hot—and guided her under the spray. Mapi leaned heavily against Ingrid, her arms loosely wrapped around Ingrid’s bare waist, her head resting against her shoulder as her eyes fluttered shut.

“You’re hopeless,” Ingrid murmured with a soft smile as she manoeuvres them both beneath the water, her hand resting on the back of Mapi’s neck for support. Once the Spaniards hair was wet, she reached for the shampoo and squeezed out a decent amount into her palm, rubbing them together to create a lather.

Her fingers then worked gently through Mapi’s hair, massaging her scalp in slow, circular motions. Mapi let out a quiet hum of contentment, her eyes closed as she relaxed into Ingrid’s actions.

“Besito,” Mapi whispered after a few quiet moments, tilting her head up slightly. Ingrid leaned down without hesitation, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. And then another. And another. Their kisses were languid, unhurried, the kind that spoke of a love both deep and familiar. Ingrid’s hands continued their work as Mapi’s head dropped back to her shoulder, rinsing out the shampoo before reaching for the conditioner.

“Du er så vakker,” Ingrid murmured in Norwegian, her voice low and affectionate as she pressed another kiss to Mapi’s temple.

“Hmm?” Mapi hummed sleepily, her eyes still closed.

“Nothing,” Ingrid replied with a small smile, finishing with Mapi’s hair and turning her attention to her own. By the time they stepped out of the shower, Mapi was more awake, though her movements were still slow and slightly sluggish as she dried off and wrapped a towel around herself.

Ingrid dressed quickly, pulling on a pair of training shorts and a fitted white shirt. She glanced over at Mapi, who was sitting on the edge of the bed with her towel still draped around her shoulders, her hair dripping onto the duvet of the unmade bed. Ingrid shook her head fondly, grabbing a brush and sitting down beside her.

“Princessa,” Mapi said suddenly, her voice teasing.

“Hmm?” Ingrid responded, gently working through the tangles in Mapi’s hair.

“Tú me mimas,” Mapi murmured, a cheeky grin spreading across her face. Ingrid laughed softly, setting the brush aside and turning to press a kiss to Mapi’s forehead.

“Only because I love you,” she replied in English, her accent soft but clear. Mapi’s smile grew, and she turned her head to kiss Ingrid’s cheek, murmuring the words ‘te amo’ against her warm skin. As Ingrid headed through to the kitchen, Mapi briskly dries off her hair and pulls it back with a claw clip before slipping into a shirt and pair of jeans.

Breakfast was another shared ritual, though it was often less structured than the shower. Ingrid prepared their usual—toast, fruit, and yogurt—while Mapi hovered around the kitchen, occasionally sneaking bites of fruit from the counter.

“You’re supposed to wait,” Ingrid said, her tone amused as Mapi popped a piece of pineapple into her mouth.

“Tengo hambre,” Mapi replied, shrugging innocently. Ingrid shook her head with a smile, setting the plates on the table before sitting down.

Halfway through the meal, Mapi abandoned her chair entirely, plopping herself down into Ingrid’s lap with zero warning. “You’re not a cat,” Ingrid teased, though her arms instinctively wrapped around Mapi’s waist and squeezed tight.

“No, pero soy lindo.” Mapi quipped, grinning as she leaned her head against Ingrid’s. The Norwegian chuckled, pressing a kiss to Mapi’s jaw as they continued eating, their plates now shared between them. Mapi stole bites from Ingrid’s plate with a cheeky grin despite having her own, and Ingrid didn’t have the heart to protest.

By the time they were ready to leave, Mapi’s usual energy had returned, her cheeky grin firmly in place as she shrugged on her jacket and helped Ingrid into her own. It was an off white colour and oversized, burying Ingrid and making her look extra adorable.

In the elevator, Ingrid pulled out her phone, holding it up to take a picture. “Smile,” she said in English, nudging Mapi gently.

Mapi turned her head toward Ingrid, brushing her nose against Ingrid’s cheek and closing her eyes. Ingrid snapped the picture, smiling at the result. “One more,” she said, and this time Mapi turned to kiss her. Ingrid took the photo mid-kiss, their faces scrunched up playfully with smiles.

“Otro,” Mapi demanded in Spanish, her grin wide as she pulled Ingrid in for a proper kiss, her hands linked together at the small of the taller woman’s back. Ingrid, whose body was now flush against Mapi’s own, obliged, snapping one last picture before tucking her phone away with the intention of uploading them to instagram later.

As they stepped into the parking garage, Mapi laced her fingers with Ingrid’s, swinging their hands lightly as they walked toward the car.

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woso-dreamzzz · 10 months ago

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Secret II

Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x Child!Reader

Summary: You come to training

Ingrid will forever remember the look of shock on everyone's face when she walks into the locker room with you on her hip.

They all wear varying looks of shock on their faces as Ingrid waltzes in, refusing to act like anything is out of the ordinary.

Your head swivels around as you take in everyone looking at you before you grunt.

Ingrid knows that sound well as she places you on the floor, taking that god-awful ladybug toy out of her bag. You slam your hand on the button and it starts singing its jolly tune, the sound echoing around the otherwise silent locker room.

You clap your hands in amusement as Ingrid turns around to change.

"So you finally brought her then?" Frido teases and Ingrid rolls her eyes.

"I was convinced."

She looks meaningfully to where you've now been joined by Mapi on the floor. The Spaniard has no qualms about sitting with you, oohing awwing over your toy as you babble at her.

She nods along like you've imparted the truth of the world onto her and she presses the button on your ladybug when it stops again.

"Really?" She coos at you," That's so interesting! You're so smart!"

The rest of the locker room is completely silent until Jenni speaks.

"I think I speak for everyone when I say...What the hell?!"

"It's a baby," Mapi says before Ingrid can speak," Isn't she cute?" She lifts you up under your armpits. You sag in her arms like baby Simba as Mapi proudly presents you to the others. "She's so cool. She can push buttons all by herself!"

Frido laughs. "I think lots of babies can do that, Mapi. Ingrid's Skatt isn't special."

"Don't say that!" Mapi gasps," You can hurt her self-esteem!" She turns you around so she can look at you. "You're very smart! So, so smart! Pushing buttons and singing all by yourself!"

Ingrid's made peace with the fact that she's probably not getting you back this entire training session. She thinks the coaches have also made peace with the fact that there will be no training being done either.

This training session has been highjacked by you and Mapi. Even the more standoffish girls have been won over by you.

Frido isn't much help either, constantly bringing up things like she had known you for years and not the five months you had been alive.

"Show them the bumblebee outfit! Show them the bumblebee!" Frido cajoles as everyone sits in the shade together on the pitch. "Come on, Ingrid! She looks so cute as a bee!"

You're sat happily in Mapi's lap as Jana and Bruna coo over you. You're particularly interested in the fact that they have fingers, tugging and pulling on them before forcing them to touch the button on your ladybug.

"Bumblebee?" The words catch Mapi's attention who sits up fully as Ingrid goes through her camera roll.

"My mother sent it when she was still little."

She flips the phone around so everyone can see you wearing your special bumblebee sleep suit. You look completely peaceful in the picture and Ingrid scrolls along to show you dressed as a spider and an ant.

"This is the most recent one."

It's you sitting in front of your ladybug, dressed like a ladybug too. You've got your fingers in your mouth and you're staring at your toy with such concentration that it's kind of funny.

"She's adorable," Irene coos," My wife is pregnant. I know it is different but...the club...they are good with you needing to be with her?"

"They pay for her babysitter," Ingrid replies," They're perfectly happy with her. Isn't that right, skatt?"

You turn your head to look at her at the call of your nickname. You stare for a moment before grunting and going back to clapping along to your ladybug.

"She seems very smart. She knows her name," Marta continues.

"Ingrid's got her trained," Frido teases," She whistles and Skatt stops exactly what she's doing to listen. She likes a little dog."

Ingrid swats at her. "Stop calling my daughter a dog."

"Yeah, Frido," Mapi butts in," You're going to ruin her self-esteem."

"I don't think you'll let anyone do that. Is Ingrid getting her kid back or are you keeping her forever?"

Mapi shrugs. "I don't mind keeping this little cutie. She and Ingrid can move into my place. I'll take good care of you, skatt. Yes, I will."

Alexia rolls her eyes. "I think you need to prove you can take care of yourself first, Mapi."

"That's why Ingrid's moving in too, obviously. I can't separate this little beauty from her mama. That would make her sad!"

"Sure," Ingrid hears Leila mutter," That's the reason you want Ingrid to move in."

You whine a little as your ladybug stops singing and Ingrid instantly knows what that means.

"Give her here," She says," Someone needs a nap."

You're passed from Mapi to Ingrid and you conk out fast asleep on her chest almost as soon as you're settled there. Your soft puffs of breath tickle Ingrid's collarbone and she gently runs her fingers through your soft, downy hair.

"Oh!" Mapi says.

Her cheeks go a little red as she digs around in her bag.

"I know she likes ladybugs and I'm sorry if this oversteps boundaries or anything but here. For Skatt."

Ingrid tucks the little ladybug plushie under your arms and you instantly curl into it.

"It's beautiful, Mapi," Ingrid says, pressing a soft kiss to Mapi's bright red cheek," Thank you for thinking of her."

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theuntoldstorythatneedsawriter · 5 months ago

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More then enough 🦽

Mapi León x reader x Ingrid Engen

warning : disability 🕶🦻

Summary :

Being a wheelchair user, you're afraid your girlfriends will love you less.

The sun dipped low over the horizon, casting a golden glow over the pitch. The girls had just finished their training session, and Mapi and Ingrid stood by the sidelines, both laughing and chatting as they packed up their gear. The atmosphere around them was warm and light, hearted, despite the hard work they’d put in. But their eyes constantly flickered over to the stands, where you sat, watching with your usual gentle smile.

You had been in their life for a while now, ever since you met Mapi at a charity event she attended a few months ago. You were disabled, using a wheelchair after a car accident left you unable to walk, but that never stopped you from living fully, embracing every moment with joy and a sense of adventure. Mapi had been drawn to that strength in you, the way you approached life with so much heart despite everything you'd gone through.

The three of you had clicked almost immediately. Mapi's fierce energy, Ingrid's calm, soothing nature, and your own witty humor and zest for life had created the perfect dynamic. Mapi was fiery and protective, always making sure you felt included and cared for, while Ingrid’s gentleness brought a comforting peace, like a calming wave that soothed all your worries.

Today, as you waited for them to finish their session, you couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious. Though you tried not to let your disability affect your confidence, there were days when you wondered if you were enough for them. Two incredible athletes, constantly moving and living in ways you could no longer do.

As you looked down at your hands, lost in thought, Mapi’s voice pulled you from your reverie.

- Holà, cariño, what are you thinking about?

You glanced up, finding both Mapi and Ingrid now standing in front of you, their eyes full of concern. Mapi knelt down to be at your eye level, while Ingrid took her place beside you, gently resting a hand on your shoulder. You hesitated before answering, biting your lip.

- Just… wondering if you guys ever feel like you’re missing out, being with me. You’re always on the go, always so active, and I—well, I can’t do the things you do.

Mapi's brows furrowed, and her hands found yours, gripping them tightly.

- Don’t say that. You’re never a burden, cariño. We don’t want you to be anyone else. We love you exactly as you are.

Ingrid nodded, her voice soft but firm.

- It’s true. We’ve never thought about what we’re missing because you’re everything we need. You bring so much light into our lives.

Tears welled in your eyes, but you blinked them away, laughing softly.

- You two are too much. I don’t deserve you.

Mapi shook her head, a playful smirk on her lips.

- Nonsense. You deserve everything. And you’ve got us, so you must be doing something right.

Ingrid smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your temple.

- We’re a team, remember? We’re in this together.

You let out a breath, the weight on your chest lifting slightly. With them by your side, things always seemed brighter, and you never felt alone. You didn’t need to be anyone else but yourself, they loved you for who you were.

As the three of you sat there, the cool breeze brushing against your skin, Mapi suddenly jumped to her feet with a mischievous grin.

- Alright, enough of this sappy stuff. How about a game?

You looked at her, confused.

- A game? What kind of game?

She pointed to a nearby soccer ball.

- We’re gonna play a little football.

Your eyes widened.

- I can’t play football, Mapi.

- Why not?

She challenged, already grabbing the ball.

- We’ll modify the rules. You will be a goalie so you can stay in your chair, and Ingrid and I will try to score. First one to five wins.

You couldn’t help but laugh at her stubbornness. You rolled your eyes playfully.

- You are impossible.

Mapi kicked the ball gently toward you.

- Come on, love, show us what you’ve got.

And so, the three of you played. It wasn’t about skill or competition. It was about fun, about laughter, about being together. You quickly realized that it didn’t matter that you were in a wheelchair. Mapi and Ingrid didn’t care about what you couldn’t do. They only cared about spending time with you, making memories, and showing you just how much they adored you.

As the sun set, and the last goal was scored (you might have let Ingrid win, just for the look of joy on her face), the three of you collapsed onto the grass, breathless from laughter and exertion. Mapi lay beside you, her arm slung across your lap, while Ingrid rested her head on your shoulder.

- See?

Mapi said between breaths.

- Told you you could play.

You smiled, looking down at her. As the night settled around you, you realized that in their love, there was no place for doubt. With them, you were whole. You were perfect. And most importantly, you were loved just as you were.

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repulsiveliquidation · 5 months ago

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Collateral || Ona Batlle

warnings : mentions of kidnapping, implied violence. smut at the end. fingering, strap-ons, rough sex. Part 2 of ‘Too Dangerous’.

summary : love always pays more than money ever will.

Days passed and you were desperately trying to think of ways to get Ona and the girls out and away from all of this.

You knew you shouldn’t have meddled. You knew your peace was something you were taking for granted and now you were paying the ultimate price.

Your girlfriend.

“Michael, there is no fucking way I am putting her in danger!”

“Ma’am,” George knocks, letter in hand. “He’s sent us another one.”

“Open it.”

Another picture of Ona, this time of her in the garden with the girls enjoying a bottle of wine, was circled in red again. George pulls out a cryptic letter too, which faintly smelled like cigarettes and honey.

“Since you’re stubborn and love watching the people you love suffer in isolation, I'll make you a deal you cannot refuse. Give me the stake you have in Barca, leave Ona for good and perhaps I’ll ease off the other girls. I heard Arsenal has been quite the business target in our world.”

I’m closer than you think.

“Boys,” you growl, the letter crumpled in your hand. “Tell me how the fuck he’s got a picture of my girls from an angle that looks suspiciously like it was taken from the inside of this fucking fortress of a HOUSE?!”

They stutter, already gathering their things. You yell for them to get out, slamming your office door in frustration.

You sit at your table and the tears start to flow, sobs shaking heavily through you. You sit back and stare at the picture of you and Ona on the beach from last summer, her pretty smile and your arms around her middle were a feeling, at the time, you did not want to forget.

You promised her you wouldn’t forget.

“Girls?”

They’re all bugging Gio on what to make for dinner, Ingrid and Alexia sitting by the bay window sipping tea.

“Did you find him yet?” Aitana asks, the room going quiet. They all look at you and you suddenly feel nervous, hand shaking by your sides.

“Can we all sit?” you ask quietly and Ona is beside you the minute you reach for her, unsure if this was the last time you could have her close.

“There have been some developments with the case,” Ona stands beside you as you sit at the head of the table, all the other girls gathered around in their own seats.

“We don’t know who it is yet. But, there have been some messages that have us concerned,” you say, looking up at Ona. She looks worried, all of them do, and you just wish you could have had better news to share.

“Ona,” you push your chair back and hold both her hands in front of you. “I have failed you.”

“Amor,” she begins but you shush her.

“Please. I made you a promise that day you learned what I do for work. I promised I would keep you safe and as far away as possible from it all. All I’ve done from the moment we made ourselves public was make you vulnerable to the bad people I deal with.”

You pause, watching her eyes well with tears. The other girls look close to tears too. You continue, no matter how painful the next words out of your mouth feel in your chest.

“I have to let you go, princess,” you stand, cupping her cheeks. “It’s the only way I can keep you safe.”

“No, no!” she screams, pushing herself out of your grasp. You reach for her and hold her wrists, forcing her to look at you. She puts up a good fight but you win.

“Ona!” you say sternly, getting her eyes to focus solely on you. “Baby, if there was any other way, I would do it. But I have no choice. If losing you means you’re out there safe from the danger that follows me, so be it.”

“You don’t get to decide what’s good for me!”

“I’m afraid neither you or I have a say in this, my love. It’s the only way you can go back to the life you had before all this,” you turn to the rest of the girls. “It’s the only way. Please, you have to trust me.”

“I don’t want to go,” Ona whispers, looking up at you.

“You have been such an honor to love. But this is for your own good, princess.”

The girls file out of the room to give you some privacy and the waterworks burst.

“But, I’ll see you at the club…right?” she says through sobs, voice stuck in her throat.

“No baby, we can’t do that,” you pull her into your arms. “I have to stay away from you. For your safety and theirs. But I will always be here to protect you.” You step back, pulling a necklace out of your pocket.

“Wear this, let it remind you of me.” You lean in and kiss her, “I love you, I always will.”

You’re true to your word and you keep your distance. There was another letter that showed up mere hours after the girls left with instructions on where to transfer ownership of those stocks to.

Your fathers hard earned work, gone with a click of a button.

All because of one girl. A girl who didn’t know the power she held in the palm of her hand.

Ona knew what she needed to do to hold up her end of the bargain. She couldn’t look you up, ask for you, talk about you. She was to act like you didn’t exist.

It was easier said than done.

She couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t eat. Couldn’t play. She was benched game after game after game, her performance on the pitch proving sub-par with her lack of sleep and nutrition.

The rest of the girls, especially the ones that she had with her at your house, knew what she needed. She thrived with you. She wasn’t the same Ona most of them grew up with. You brought out a side in her no one else ever had and now that side died alongside your relationship.

“NEW OWNER OF BARCA FEMENI, OSKAR PHILLIPS.”

The headlines in the paper the day after were a shock to everyone. There was a sense of hope that the girls held onto, knowing you still owned a piece of their club and therefore were still ‘protecting’ them but this?

Did you not care anymore? Was washing your hands just like that reflective of what you thought of them? Ona looked at the headline again and noted the last name. Familiar, she knew of someone with that name…

“Ona, did you know anything about this?” Caro asks her in a little bit of an accusatory tone, pointing at the paper harshly.

“No! Of course not!”

“So she sells her major stake in our team, doesn’t tell you and leaves you all in the same fucking week and we’re supposed to believe you didn’t have a fucking clue about any of it?”

“Yes! Because I thought as my friends, you would have my goddamn back! Not point your fucking fingers at me because it’s easier than using your brain to think!”

Ona walks up to Caro, little body shaking with rage.

“She left me with a shitty explanation, blocked me on everything, deleted her socials and her number from my phone, abandoned the home we made together, ABANDONED ME, and I’m the bad guy? Huh?! She’s the fucking saint because she did it for my own good but what about what I want for once? I wanted her and all it got me was a broken heart and a bed I can’t sleep in because it fucking smells like her! Every corner of my stupid house is haunted because of her!”

Alexia wrangles the trembling Ona out of the room with Aitana and Ingrid while the others try not to make Caro feel too bad.

“Ona, Caro was just asking–”

“Yeah? More like rubbing it in my face that the love of my life left me to keep me safe!” she throws her hands up in frustration. “Me? Safe??? What a love story that is!”

“Well, well, well ladies. I do hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

Oskar stood in a pristine emerald suit with gold finishes everywhere possible. There were two guards that stood behind him, one that looked awfully familiar again. What was it about these men that made Ona feel like she was in a dream?

Ona pushes Alexia off her and storms off, Aitana hot on her heels. They knew to trust Alexia to cover for them, Aitana knowing her friend needed her more than a board member needed her to kiss his ass.

“Not at all, just some friendly tousling,” Alexia starts, reaching her hand out for the mysterious man to shake. “You must be our new owner.”

“Oskar. If it isn’t La Reina herself,” he goads, taking her hand to shake.

Ona breathes deeply in the furthest shower stall in the bathroom. Aitana hugs her close and they share a sigh, wishing she could take the pain away from her friend.

“Ona, you just have to move on amiga. She’s gone and it's for the best, sí?”

“But what about me? Do you even know how hard it has been for her to be with me? We’ve tiptoed all around you all because we were so scared you would accidentally be exposed to her work and now I learn it was all for nothing?”

“Amiga, she–”

“It’s good to see you ladies again, how long has it been, a couple days?”

A tall man with an eyepatch on walks into the changing room. Another goon follows close behind, locking the door when it shuts. A smaller man walks in, hat tipped just covering his eyes.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Ona starts, standing up and pulling Aitana behind her, “this is a–wait,” She looks at the men properly, taking in all that she sees.

The scar. The eyepatch. The terrible teeth and…that smell. Cigarettes and honey. Ona remembers that smell.

The paper in your hand the day you left.

“It was you.”

“Figured it out have you?”

George steps closer to Ona, pulling his eyepatch off. There was a deep cut along his eye and it was still fresh.

“See what your whore of a girlfriend did to me when she found out? She made you all leave before letting me know she made me. Good thing her brother pays better and has better men to take care of me.”

“Money does make the world go around,” Oskar snarls before smirking, “or in this case, it made my sister’s world crumble.”

He comes closer, the smell of cigarettes and honey intensifying.

“Shall I do it again, for you and all your friends to see?”

Michael’s phone rings, breaking the silence in the room. You’re in London, hiding out in one of your many homes around Europe. After getting the girls to leave your home and finding the rat in your circle, you trusted no one but Michael.

He was there through it all, being a loyal servant of your mother before he followed you. Your father may have had the billions but your mother was who ruled it all with an iron fist.

All your other men were scattered around Barcelona, keeping a close eye on your girls and especially your brother.

Blood is thicker than water but when Oskars’ concerned? Money was more important. Alongside showing his mother what a terrible decision she made making his little sister the heir to the family business.

His mother needed to regret it. But first, his dear little sister would pay.

And what better form of payment than the love of her life? A life for a life right? Since you ruined his?

“We can’t find them anywhere!”

“Slow down, Patri,” you tell her, “Who can’t you find? How did you even get this number?”

“Ma’am, it’s me Ivan! They’ve got the girls!”

“What?”

“Oskar’s got Ona and them!”

Your blood runs cold. There’s panic setting in on the other line, frantic chatter of the rest of the team searching for the girls.

He’s got Ona.

“He’s got Ona!” Ivan yells and you come back, throwing the phone on the ground and scrambling to get to her.

The phone ringing again startles you.

“Don’t her cries sound so pleasing, sister?” “Amor, don’t give him what he wants!”

“If you hurt even a hair on her head, I swear I will–”

“Will what, huh? Kill me and all my men? Cry to mommy that I took your toys again? Grow up, you pathetic excuse for a Phillips! This empire you think you have was supposed to be mine! And by the end of tomorrow, it will be.” “Don’t give him anything, baby please!”

“Shut her up!” he spits, “You listen carefully if you want your girls to live,” your brother growls into the phone. You’re shaking, hands in tight fists.

“You are to publicly declare our family business to me. I want it in writing that all profits made from tomorrow onwards will be mine. You are to tell mother that you do not want to run the business anymore and that you decided to give it to me. Any deviation from this plan, I will have their heads sent to your house in London, got it?”

The line cuts and you’re already in a car to the airport, private jet fueled and ready to take you to Spain to save your girl.

“Junior, are you sure you can’t find her?”

“The camera feeds cut off when they went into the bathroom, coming back on an hour later. Everything is wiped!” he shouts, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration.

“Think, think…”

“The necklace!” you scramble to the desk Junior was at, pulling up the tracking service you were paying a fortune for. “Junior, track the necklace!”

As he pulled the information up, you begged and begged every deity out there that she was still wearing it and that it didn’t hurt too much as a constant reminder of you around her neck.

“There!”

“Ale? Do you hear sirens?” Ingrid asks the captain, leaning back in her chair that she was sitting in. The girls were unnaturally comfortable while kidnapped, being held in a similarly big house to yours.

“They’re faint but I think I hear them,” Alexia says calmly, looking around at the other girls and the men that stood around the room. She didn’t want to alert them of their awareness nor give the girls false hope that someone was out there looking for them.

As the sirens got louder and louder, the men watching them started getting agitated. Being loyal to their boss was one thing, but serving time in prison while that asshat got off scot-free was not something meatheads like them wanted to gamble with.

“Those better not be for us, Gerald.”

“COPS!”

“Ona?!” you called out, rushing in with the police. You pushed past all the elite policemen, eyes scanning every face till you saw hers.

“Ona!”

She runs into you, melting into your touch. She’s crying, and so are you, happy to finally have her back in your arms.

“You came for us,” she sobs, looking up at you.

“Of course I did. I told you I would let nothing hurt you all and I meant every word.”

You hold her shoulders, looking at her. Not a single hair hurt.

“This was my fault.”

“No amor you can’t blame-”

“Ona, you were in danger because of me. I did this. My work did this to you and your friends, this was never meant to happen,” you rant, running a hand through your hair. You’re pacing, breathing becomes harder and harder.

“Amor, you’re scaring me,” says Ona quietly, reaching out to grab your wrists; she knows you’re about to have a panic attack. Rare, but she was the only one who could calm you down.

“I can’t believe I let my work slip into my personal life, I PROMISED the day we met I’d keep you safe and I couldn’t even do that.”

“You have!” she yells, looking deep into your eyes. The rest of the girls have gathered in the living room where you were with looks of concern adorned on their faces. They’re wrapped in blankets, sitting on the couch behind Ona holding onto one another.

You look straight at Ona, chest heaving with tears welled in your eyes. An uncommon sight of vulnerability for you, one that Ona doesn’t even blink an eye at, her priority was to get you back to reality. That was how she loved, even with the past few days she’s had, she’s more concerned about you.

“You’ve protected me so well, mi amor. After that one time, you’ve never, ever, let me see anything that you didn’t want me to. I knew what I was getting into when you told me about the consequences of dating you and I accepted because I trusted that you would never break your promises to me. I love you, the girls and I love you so much. You found us, you brought us home.”

Your hands find hers, pulling her into your chest. You bury your face in her neck, breathing back to normal.

You go back to your home in Barcelona; the rest of the girls returned to their loved ones in one piece. The whole thing is the biggest scandal of the year, headline after headline exposing the inner works of your brother.

Turns out, he learned of your mother’s will well before she died and knew the plans your parents made to make the family business yours. Knowing he needed to bid his time, he waited till the right opportunity to get both you and his own mother to bend to his word. And it nearly worked.

“You deserve a little something for saving me, mi amor.”

“Aren’t you tired, princess? You’ve had such a busy day,” you tell her, watching as she climbed on top of you in her large bed that she loved still smelled like you.

“I know how this works, every princess needs to reward her knight in shining armor.”

“Oh? What does this princess have in mind then?”

Ona pulls a strap from under the pillow.

“Put this on and show me how much you’ve missed me?”

Ona is on her knees the moment you ask, lips wrapped around your strap beautifully. She’s moaning around the silicone, eyes focused on you. Your hips thrust into her mouth gently, hands pulling on her long, silky hair.

“Did you miss me sweetheart? Missed how good I fucked your mouth?”

Ona’s eyes well with tears, throat loosening to let you fuck into it easily. She gags noisily, tears running down her face. You pull away, leaning over to kiss her hard.

“On the bed, beautiful,” you whisper, watching as she scrambles to spread herself for you. You kiss down her chest, cold fingers caressing her soft skin. She shivers at your touch, bottom lip between her teeth.

“Tell me how you want it, amor,” you mumble, taking her breast in your mouth. Ona moans, back arching off the bed just a little.

“Want it rough baby,” she says breathlessly, “Want you to fuck me stupid.”

You’re pressing her down and forcing her legs wide open before she can finish her sentence, cock already teasing her entrance. You leave hickeys all over her back, hands kneading her firm ass. She presses back into you, ass flush to your hips.

You leave a hard smack that resonates, Ona moaning when the sting stops. She’s soaking wet, pussy glistening at you behind her underwear. You push it to the side, slipping two fingers along her folds. You moan with her, pressing her back down more into a deep arch. Two fingers slip into her cunt, thumb rubbing her back door gently. You finger her hard, fingertips finding her sweet spot easily.

Ona writhes, begging for you not to stop. You pull away and turn her over, fingers slipping back into her just as fast as they slipped out of her. Three fingers rub her g-spot aggressively, thumb flicking at her swollen clit roughly.

Your lips suckle on her breast, free hand holding her close to you. She squirms and her lips never stop begging for you to let her come. The whine in her voice sends pleasure straight between your legs, brain aching to hear your girl come.

“Amor!” she screams as she cums, thighs quivering hard. You barely give her time to recover before your cock is lathered with her slick on your hand as it’s pushed into her gaping cunt.

Her eyes bulge out of her skull when she’s speared on your cock, pussy wrapped tight around the toy. She’s gripping the sheets, bottom half lifted off the bed as you fuck into her.

You’re pounding into her hard, skin slapping hard as it echoes in the room. The moonlight pours into the room and some of it shines on Ona’s face. She’s got a sheen of sweat on her body which glistens and as your hips fuck into her, you feel your heart fall in love with her all over again.

You pull out and turn her onto her knees, pulling her arms behind her back as your cock slips back into her. She’s drunk on cock, babbling and mumbling as you thrust into her faster.

Several hard spanks on her ass and a few intentional thrusts send her into her second orgasm, this time sending her straight to sleep.

She wakes up in clean sheets and a ridiculously large t-shirt on her, rubbing her eyes to find you walking into the room with Chinese takeaway in one hand and her favorite drink in the other.

“Hi princess,” you coo, sitting at the coffee table by the floor to ceiling windows. She gingerly walks over, settling into the corner of the sofa you were in.

You were opening up the food when her hand rested on your shoulder.

“Amor,” she says quietly, “How did you find us so quickly?”

You chuckle, sneaking a bite of the salt and pepper squid. “You think I gave you that necklace as a going away gift? It doesn’t even have one diamond in it!”

She laughs and it’s the most beautiful sound you’ve heard in a while.

“Thank you,” she whispers but you stop her.

“I made a promise to you that I always intended to keep,” you lean in and peck her lips. “I will always protect you from my work, no matter what it does to me. Because at the end of the day, you are more important and all of this.”

a/n : i am so fucking sorry that this was 9 months later but i do hope it lived up to your expectations!

#woso #woso community #ona batlle #ona batlle x reader #fc barca femeni #woso x reader #woso soccer #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso smut #bottom ona batlle #woso imagines #fc barcelona femeni

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schlock-luster-video · 2 months ago

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Remembering scream queen Ingrid Pitt on the anniversary of her birth.

R.I.P. (1937 - 2010)

#rest in peace #ingrid pitt #the vampire lovers #countess dracula #where eagles dare #horror art #horror movies #birthday #actress #scream queens #vampire art

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barcarsenal12 · 6 months ago

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Sickday (Ingrid x Mapi)

Mapi wakes up feeling sick and Ingrid is there to help her (with support from Alexia ofc) angst, but also lots of fluff hurt/comfort!!

TW: Classic sick fic situation, throwing up, passing out, headache.

Mapi woke to darkness. She was a good sleeper-- she rarely woke up before her alarm, much less in the middle of the night, so she was surprised to see that the clock read 2:32 am. She sat up slowly, so as not to disturb her girlfriend sleeping beside her, and moved to flip her pillow to the cold side. The movement was enough, though, to tell her why her body had woken her. She felt a subtle throbbing in her head and brought her hand up to rub at her temple when it moved from the nape of her neck to behind her eyes.

She lay herself carefully back on her pillow and covered her eyes with the base of her palms.

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The next morning, the ache behind her eyes had turned into a pounding. Although Mapi woke when Ingrid started to get up, she stayed motionless, willing the headache to ease away and leave her in peace. It did help to lay still, she thought, but she couldn’t for long.

As if on que, she heard footsteps walking back through the bedroom door. “Maria? I let you sleep in a little, but we need to get going.” Ingrid called as she moved into the bathroom.

“Mmm” Mapi replied. It was a pathetic response, she realized, but she couldn’t manage much more with a headache and before breakfast.

“Come on. There’s coffee in the kitchen.” Ingrid was finished in the bathroom, apparently, because she had moved to Mapi’s side and was brushing the hair away from her forehead to leave a kiss on her hairline. “Time to get up, kjære”

“Ok.” Mapi breathed out, cracking her eyes open and immediately bringing her hands up to her face, resting them on her cheeks and blocking the light out with her fingers. Ingrid’s eyebrows furrowed, and she traced a finger along Mapi’s face, as if to coax her out of her shell.

“Did you not sleep well?” She frowned picking up that something was off with her girlfriend.

“Just a headache.” Mapi smiled at her, and pushed herself into a sitting position to prove that Ingrid didn’t have to worry. It did not last long, though, because she brought an arm up to cover her face. “Ay, dios mio”. She groaned

While Mapi liked to complain, she was stoic to a fault when it came to real pain, so Ingrid knew that she must really be hurting. She climbed into bed beside her girlfriend and pulled her against her body, raking her fingers through Mapi’s hair. Mapi sunk into her, eyes closed. Ingrid continued to scratch at her scalp, but kept an eye on the clock. “Stay home today, amor,” She whispered as she pressed a kiss to her neck. “It is just recovery, no one will care.”

“I can’t.” Mapi sighed, “I care.”

Ingrid hummed. “I wish you would give yourself a break.”

“Not today.” She whispered.

Ingrid sighed, then pushed herself up onto her knees and took Mapi’s face in her hands. She pulled her in to place a kiss on her forehead and another soft kiss on her lips.

“Mmm” Mapi hummed softly, smiling at her.

“I’ll get you an aspirin, and you will take it,” She pointed an accusing finger at her girlfriends face.

“And I will take it.” Mapi laughed.

---

As Ingrid drove them to the training grounds, she was careful to drive smoothly, but she did not miss the way that Mapi’s face tightened when she took a turn too fast. She pulled into the parking lot and parked the car by the door. Ingrid took the key out of the ignition and turned to look at her girlfriend, lips pursed. She took in how tired Mapi looked. How pale. She hadn’t noticed that earlier.

She reached into her bag in the backseat and handed Mapi a waterbottle. “Drink.” Mapi looked at her with a frown in her eyes. “Please.” As Mapi drank, Ingrid took her face in her hands again and rubbed her thumbs over Mapi’s cheekbones.

“I’m ok, Ing, it’s just a headache” Mapi smiled at her and pretended to be annoyed, but the frustration did not reach her eyes.

“I know.” Ingrid bit the inside of her cheek. “But tell me if you want to go home.”

“Te amo.” Mapi whispered, leaning into Ingrid’s grip.

“Jeg elsker deg” Ingrid whispered back, as if it were a secret. She kissed Mapi’s cheek, frowning at the warmth there, before turning around to open her door. “Time to go, before Alexia sees and calls you soft.”

“I am not soft.” Mapi grumbled as they got out of the car and took their bags out of the backseat.

Ingrid laughed, and they started towards the main building. They walked towards the locker room, greeting staff members as they passed. Just before they went inside, Mapi stopped. Ingrid turned, and watched as Mapi rolled her shoulders back. She took a deep breath and forced her face into a cheeky grin. Ingrid frowned as Mapi pushed the doors open and greeted the team with a chearful smile, the pain from the morning hidden behind the positivity Mapi knew she was supposed to bring.

They each moved to their lockers, which sat at very different ends of the room. Ingrid chatted to Ona and Frido but kept one eye locked on her girlfriend, who seemed to be avoiding her gaze, as if looking at Ingrid would cause her mask to break.

Very quickly, Lucy launched into an in-depth, enthusiastic explanation of love island UK, trying desperately to get Mapi and Alexia to understand what set it apart from other reality show.

“So, the men just pick the prettiest girls? That’s gross.” Alexia scoffed.

“No, no! Sometimes the girls pick the guys first.” Lucy explained.

“How does someone even get on the show?” Mapi asked.

“Why? Looking for an upgrade?” Patri poked Mapi in the cheek as she walked by, and Mapi swatted her away. Ingrid, who had clearly been eavesdropping, scoffed from across the room.

“Looking for an upgrade?” Mapi mocked back at her. “Of course not. I was asking for Alexia.”

Alexia let out a high pitched huff. “No way. She’s way too whipped for Olga.” Lucy said. They all laughed when Alexia blushed scarlett, and only Ingrid noticed how Mapi took that moment to lean her head back against her cubby and take a deep breath.

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Mapi was going to make it through the day. She was so close, really. Yes, her headache had been getting increasingly worse, and yes, she was starting to feel nauseous, and yes, she couldn’t stand up too quickly without seeing spots, but she had made it through 3 out of the 4 hours of the session. She couldn’t give up-- not when there was only yoga left. She could feel Ingrid’s eyes on her, and she could picture the exact way her eyebrows were wrinkling in concern.

Suddenly, she didn’t care, though, because she felt her stomach drop.

Ingrid watched as Mapi’s face lost all of it’s color. She watched as she sat with a thump back on her yoga mat and closed her eyes. She watched with her lip between her teeth as Mapi shakily steadied herself, before she calmly pushed her body to her feet and, without saying anything to anyone, slowly made her way out of the room. Ingrid was immediately after her (much less calmly) and pushed her way out of the gym’s double doors in time to see the bathroom door down the hall swing closed.

Ingrid picked up her speed, and shoved her way into the bathroom. “Amor.” she sighed. Mapi was crumpled in front of the toilet, heaving over the bowl. Her legs were folded beneath her and her whole body was slumped in a way that looked terribly uncomfortable, and Ingrid’s heart hurt. It physically hurt for her girl. Mapi leaned her forehead against the side of the toilet bowl and took a shuttering breath, feeling the cool porcelain against her skin. She didn’t notice when Ingrid had come into the bathroom, but she heard footsteps approaching as she tried to pull herself together. Another wave of nausea overcame her, and she waved her hand behind her to signal to the person approaching to please, please leave her alone as she leaned back over the toilet. Ingrid promptly ignored her, and pushed herself in behind Mapi, rubbing her back with one hand and stroking her forehead with the other as she coughed over the bowl. Noting the hair falling out of it’s low bun, Ingrid pulled her hair loose and tied her waves back into a neat ponytail.

“Kjære,” she whispered against Mapi’s sweaty neck, “Just try to take deep breaths. I’m here.”

Mapi let her body go limp and slumped back against Ingrid’s chest. “I’m ok.” She said.

Ingrid huffed out a laugh. “Sure you are, amor.”

“I’m ok.” Mapi repeated, as she sunk further into Ingrid’s embrace.

Behind them, the door swung open. Their absence had, of course, been notice, and Aitana had clearly been elected to check that no one had died. “Is she ok?” Aitana asked, tentitavly, taking in the scene infront of her.

“Fine.” Mapi reached a hand up to wave her off from her position, practically catatonic against Ingrid’s body.

Ingrid scoffed. “Would you bring me a water bottle, Aita?” She asked. Aitana nodded and left the room, the door swinging closed behind her. “I wish you wouldn’t do that.” She whispered into Mapi’s ear.

“I’m ok. I just need a moment.”

---

With the charade of hiding illness from teamates clearly over, Mapi allowed Ingrid to take her home and put her to bed. After getting Mapi settled, Ingrid put their training clothes in the laundry and gave the kitchen a once-over with a sponge before deciding that she might as well have an early night, too. It was only 8:30, but she would rather be awake with her sleeping girlfriend than awake on the couch by herself. She picked up Bagheera, turned off the lights in the living room, and made her way to the bedroom. She set Bagheera down on Mapi’s side of the bed, quietly instructing her to be gentle with her Mami, before carefully crawling under the covers beside her girlfriend. Mapi was clearly still awake enough to notice Ingrid’s presence (or maybe she still gravitated towards her in her sleep) because she was soon tucked snugly into Ingrid’s side. Ingrid’s hand found it’s way against Mapi’s scalp, scratching and running her fingers through her hair, and Mapi let out a soft purr of pleasure. Ingrid smiled at the sound and kissed the skin behind Mapi’s ear lightly. She settled herself practically beneath Mapi and Bagheera layed his head on Mapi’s foot and Ingrid’s heart felt so full of love for her little family that she wished she could pull them even closer to her, into an impossibly tight hug. She didn’t dare move, though, and she drifted off soon after.

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The next day was an off day, thank god. Mapi and Ingrid stayed in bed long after it was socially acceptable before moving to the couch in early afternoon. Mapi was pointlessly pretending to be healthy but didn’t bother trying very hard, because Ingrid would not let her out of her sight either way. Mapi was stuck on the coach eating buttered noodles and drinking tea, watching old football games until the commentary was ringing in her ears. Ingrid could tell that she was getting restless, and joined her on the couch, pulling Mapi to lean against her and scratching her her back until she fell into a restless sleep. Mapi tried to fight the nap, but swore that Ingrid was magical because she could not keep her muscles from relaxing when Ingrid started tracing shapes on her arm.

Around dinner time, Alexia stopped by to bring Mapi soup and offer her company. Mapi gratefully accepted, and they played nintendo switch while Ingrid online shopped in the kitchen. After a little while, she joined them on the couch to watch their game.

“I’m going to run to the bathroom.” Mapi mumbled, standing up slowly.

“Ok, love.” Ingrid smiled. Mapi smiled bag, and leaned over to kiss Ingrid over the arm of the couch before leaving the room. Alexia quickly moved to shut off the TV.

“How is she doing?” Alexia asked.

“I don’t know. Just not feeling well, I think. I just…” Ingrid ran a hand through her hair.

“You’re a worrier.” Alexia chuckled. Ingrid nodded and bit her lip.

“I just hate to see her hurting.” Alexia nodded sympathetically. They both turned when they heard a voice from the other room.

“Ingrid? Can you come here please?” Mapi called from the bathroom. Alexia’s eyes widened, suprised at how reserved her best friend sounded, but Ingrid was on her feet in an instant, rushing to Mapi’s side.

She hurried into the bathroom, and found Mapi leaning against the bathroom sink, fingers gripping the countertop.

“Ing, I don’t feel well.” Mapi whispered, looking at Ingrid.

Ingrid took in Mapi’s hands on the counter, fingers turning white from the strength with which she gripped the marble. She took in Mapi’s face, paler then she had ever seen it. She took a step forward. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she was sure that she was tearing a hole in her cheek when her teeth found it again “What doesn’t feel good, kjære?”

Mapi swallowed, and Ingrid thought that she could see her whole body slump forward an inch. She had never seen Mapi look so weak. “I feel like I’m going to pass out.” Mapi breathed.

Ingrid’s eyes went wide. “Amor?” She swallowed, moving closer to Mapi. For the first, time, she noticed that Mapi was trembling. In the same moment, Mapi’s eyes rolled back in her head and her knees were crumpling, and Ingrid was lunging forward to catch her girlfriend’s unconscious body before she hit the tile floor. “Maria!” She cried, lowering Mapi’s limp form to the floor. She put her hands on each of Mapi’s cheeks and lightly tapped, trying desperately to wake her girlfriend up. She told herself, rationally, that Mapi was sick and this was a symptom. Still, she could feel panic gripping her heart-- she was holding her love’s body in her arms and she could feel her breathing speeding up. She couldn’t help but check Mapi’s pulse, which, or course, was strong. “Ale! Help me!” Ingrid called, and she instantly heard rapid footsteps from the next room. The footsteps stopped suddenly when they reached the doorway.

Alexia sucked in a breath as she took in the sight in front of her. “What happened?” She asked, weakly.

Ingrid looked up at her with tear stained cheeks. “She- she said she wasn’t feeling well, and then she just fainted. She folded right in front of me.”

This was not a huge deal, Alexia knew, it happened when you were sick. Still, it was scary. Especially for Ingrid. She shifted into captain mode, and put a hand on Ingrid’s back. “It’s ok. She’s fine. Did she hit anything when she collapsed?”

“No.” Ingrid sniffed, speaking over a sob. “I caught her.”

“Good, Ingrid. That’s good. You kept her safe. Let me take her to the couch. She’ll wake up in a minute.”

Ingrid nodded frantically, and let Alexia scoop Mapi’s body into her arms. Even as she tried to be strong, Alexia needed to take a breath as she held her limp best friend to her chest. This was scary-- she had never seen Mapi cry, never seen her seriously ask for help. It was strange. So strange that Alexia suddenly felt a lump in her throat. She swallowed it, and carried Mapi through the house, gently laying her on the couch. Ingrid was kneeling by her in a second, taking her face in her hands again. She pressed a kiss to her forehead, and one to her cheek, and another to her chin. She raked her hands through her hair, but Mapi still did not wake.

“Kjære, please wake up.” She whispered against Mapi’s kneck. “My love, realmente me estas asustando.” Alexia left the room, but was back a minute later with an armful of wet towels. She placed one on Mapi’s kneck and another on her forehead.

A minute later, Mapi cracked her eyes open and looked at the faces above her. Ingrid let out a quiet sob, and cupped her face in her palms, peppering it with kisses. Alexia tilted her head back to look at the sky, and let out a sigh of relief. Mapi was still dazed, and it took her a moment to realize where she was. “What happened?” She croaked.

“You fainted, amor.” Ingrid told her, trying to keep her voice steady.

“Oh.” Mapi breathed, looking around her. She was overwhelmed and confused, and her gaze flickered from Ingrid’s tear streaked face to Alexia’s concerned eyes. She looked back at Ingrid, and reached a hand up to cup Ingrid’s cheek. “I’m sorry I scared you, Ing.”

“It’s ok, love.” Ingrid told her shakily, taking her hand and kissing it.

Mapi moved to sit up, but two hands instantly pushed her back down. “No way.” Alexia said sternly. “You’re staying right there.”

“Ale-” Mapi started, but was cut off by the look Alexia gave her, which was pure captain. “You faint one time.” Mapi grumbled, and Alexia cracked a smile at the glimpse of her best friend’s personality returning.

Their heads both turned, though as they heard Ingrid let out another small sob, tears once again streaming down her face. “I don’t think she’s ready to joke about it yet.” Alexia whispered, and Mapi nodded seriously back as Ingrid waved a hand infront of her face to try and stop the crying. “Oh, Kjære, come here.” Mapi said, opening her arms for Ingrid, who sank into the embrace. “I’m so sorry.” Ingrid let out a noise of protest. “I know that was scary, amor, but I’m ok. I’m alright now. Thank you for taking such good care of me.” Mapi whispered into Ingrid’s hair, stroking the back of her head.

Alexia smiled at her best friend and her girlfriend. She knew she was in good hands.

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After Alexia had decided that Mapi had recovered enough to be upright, her and Ingrid began to move her to the dining room table. Once Mapi was on her feet, though, she saw spots and promptly sat back down. After that, she was banned from leaving the couch and force fed soup and fluids.

After the sun set, Alexia bid them both goodbye. She pulled Ingrid into a tight, comforting hug that made Mapi feel more than a little guilty, before moving over to the couch. She gave Mapi an affectionate kiss on the forehead, and mumbled, “I’m glad you’re ok, my girl,” into her hair.

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That night, Mapi held Ingrid close to her chest, and Ingrid positioned herself so that she could hear Mapi’s heart beating.

“Jeg elsker deg” Mapi mumbled, reaching down to poke Ingrid in the cheek. Ingrid chuckled at Mapi’s Norwegian awkwardly twisted with a thick Spanish accent.

“Te amo,” She whispered back. “I hope you feel better tomorrow.” Ingrid dug her head further against Mapi’s chest, and let herself drift off in her girlfriend’s arms.

A/N:

First fic!! please lmk what you like/ don't like. I'd be open to a part 2!

#mapi leon #ingrid engen #mapi and ingrid #barca femeni #fc barcelona #sick #sickfic #alexia putellas #barca women #mapi x ingrid #alexia putellas imagine #woso imagine #woso #fanfic #mapileon imagine #mapi leon fanfic #angst

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livin4woso · 8 months ago

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Breaking the media

Chapter 7- rest day

You had woken up in your bed the next morning which isnt where you had fell asleep the alarm clock next to you read 11.30am 'shit' was all you thought 'alexia is going to kill me im so late for training' you thought almost jumping from your bed and flinging the door open to the living room of the apartment however instead of finding the emptiness off the kitchen there was alexia mapi and ingrid. You stood almost clueless as the older girls turned to look at you "morning" mapi says first swivelling on her chair to face you "what the.. nah am i lost or something i thought we had training" you said staring almost having to think to blink " no we dont its a rest day" ingrid replied while the spanish girls look at eachother trying to decifer what you said. "What am i speaking a foreign language" you ask "yes y/n you are and i thought lucys accent was bad but you're on another level" mapi remarked " i agree with her Pequeña" alexia said greeting you with a warm smile.

You wandered to sit in the spare chair at the table as alexia served you breakfast it was like a little family you could never understand why alexia was so kind to you, the way she treated you it was like no one else had ever done before it was comforting. "I was thinking about going into town today" you said biting into a piece of toast. "You sure you want too?" Alexia ask concern filled her thoughts after yesterday. "Yeah i do you can come with me and be my tour guide" you said digging your elbow into her side "okay okay sure but no messing around otherwise im not buying you anything" she said back with her arms folded as if she was talking to a toddler.

You ran upstairs to get changed and make sure to have your phone with you as you shoved it into your jean pocket. "Okay im ready to go" you said bouncing on your heels "right let me get my shoes on but we have guests you know" alexia said pointing at mapi and ingrid "oh yeah do you wanna come then?" You asked hopeful they might come "we would love too but unfortunately we're going to a restaurant out of town so we need to go and get ready" mapi said almost sad that she couldn't hang out with you "no no its okay" you said smiling back at her.

You watched as the couple left the apartment and alexia followed car keys in hand to give you the best guided tour of Barcelona that anyone could ever give you. Your day was amazing you travelled to every single tiny art piece to the big monuments wandering through shops and stopping to try food. The day was amazing even though you did get made to go on photo duty as about 20 people recognised the la renia in her own kingdom but you didn't mind because truthfully you would have been the same a couple weeks ago.

The sun was coming to an end the skys turned from azule blue to a mix of dusty oranges and pinks that were littered with clouds as you made your way back to alexias car "thank you so much I've had such a good day even being your photographer" you said joking on the last part of your sentence "ohh shut up i might have to hire you if you're that good at taking photos then" she joked back "eyy i never that mate i only said i would for today" you said back "y/nnn stop with the English words you know i dont understand them" she said deadpanning her face "sorryyy they just slip out" you said pouting at her. The way home was peaceful you chatted all the way too the apartment and you talked right until you had to sleep as training had restarted and so did the games which you had hoped to start in.

#alexia x reader #barca femeni #woso #woso x reader #wsl #mapi leon #woso imagines #ingrid engen

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woso-story · 1 month ago

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Lazy Days

Ingrid Engen x Mapi Leon

In the heart of Barcelona, in a cozy apartment filled with soft light and the gentle hum of the city outside, Ingrid and Mapi were living their perfect lazy day. The kind where nothing urgent demanded their attention, and all the time in the world seemed to stretch out in front of them.

Ingrid was lounging on the couch, her legs stretched out, a book in her hands. Though she had every intention of reading, her eyes often wandered, distracted by the quiet joy of the moment. Across from her, Mapi was curled up in an oversized sweater, her hair messily pulled back into a bun, her favorite pair of sweatpants snug around her waist. She had her phone in her hand, but it was clear she wasn’t doing much with it—just scrolling mindlessly, occasionally stealing glances at Ingrid.

The apartment was peaceful, the soft light filtering in through the windows and casting a golden glow over everything. The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, mixing with the scent of flowers Ingrid had picked earlier that day—a perfect complement to the warm, contented atmosphere.

It wasn’t just the setting that made it perfect, though. It was the presence of one other thing:

Bagheera, their black cat, who was sprawled out on the windowsill, enjoying the warmth of the sun. Her sleek black fur shimmered in the light as she lazily watched birds flutter outside. Every now and then, she’d stretch or flick her tail, but otherwise, she was content to bask in the sunlight, much like her owners.

Ingrid set her book down, the words on the pages having blurred into the background. She shifted slightly, her eyes landing on Mapi.

Mapi noticed Ingrid’s gaze and smirked playfully. “What?” she asked, her voice teasing as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Ingrid chuckled and closed her book, setting it aside. “I was just thinking how lucky I am,” she said softly, turning her body to face Mapi.

Mapi raised an eyebrow, her playful expression softening into something more tender. “Lucky to have me?” she teased, her tone filled with warmth.

“Very,” Ingrid said with a grin. “You’re perfect, even when you’re being lazy.”

Mapi rolled her eyes, but there was no hiding the smile tugging at her lips. “I’m just... taking it easy,” she said, leaning forward and nudging Ingrid with her elbow. “Someone’s gotta balance out your energy.”

Ingrid raised an eyebrow, playfully looking Mapi up and down. “Your energy is... mostly naps and snacks, Maria.”

“I do a lot more than nap,” Mapi said, giving a mock-offended look, though it quickly dissolved into a laugh. “Besides, I’m just giving you time to focus on being productive. Someone has to make sure you don’t overwork yourself.”

“I’m not overworking,” Ingrid said, sticking her tongue out at Mapi. “But maybe you’re right—you're my professional relaxer.”

“I prefer to think of myself as a relaxation consultant.” Mapi gave a dramatic wink, making Ingrid laugh.

Just then, Bagheera jumped off the windowsill with a soft thud and sauntered over to the couch. She hopped up beside Ingrid, who immediately reached down to scratch behind the cat’s ears. Bagheera responded with a purr, leaning into the touch as her tail flicked lazily.

“You’re not as relaxed as she is,” Ingrid teased, glancing up at Mapi with a sly grin. “You could take some notes from Bagheera.”

“Oh please, she’s a cat. She does nothing except sleep and act cute,” Mapi said, but her eyes softened as Bagheera made herself comfortable next to Ingrid, curling up and resting her head on Ingrid’s lap.

Ingrid chuckled, gently running her fingers through the cat’s sleek fur. “Maybe she’s onto something. Look at her—she knows how to live.”

Mapi grinned, leaning back further into the couch. “Alright, I admit it. I could probably stand to be more like her.” She propped her feet up on the coffee table and then dramatically flopped her arms to her sides. “From now on, I’m only going to do what Bagheera does. Nap, eat, and look cute.”

Ingrid laughed, her hand still gently petting Bagheera, who was now purring contentedly. “You’ve been doing that for a while already,” Ingrid said, giving Mapi an affectionate look.

Mapi smirked and gave a little shrug. “Hey, I’m just ahead of the curve.”

There was a moment of comfortable silence, only broken by the soft hum of the city outside, the occasional chirp of birds, and the rhythmic sound of Bagheera’s purring. Ingrid took in the peaceful scene, her gaze flicking from Mapi to the cat, her heart full. There was something about these simple moments—no expectations, no rush—that made her feel so connected to everything around her.

After a while, Mapi turned her head to look at Ingrid, her expression shifting from playful to something softer. “I really like days like this,” Mapi said quietly, her voice a little more tender. “When we don’t have to do anything except... be together.”

Ingrid smiled, her heart swelling with warmth. She leaned forward, brushing a strand of hair from Mapi’s face. “Me too. It’s perfect.”

Mapi's hand found Ingrid’s, and their fingers intertwined, a simple gesture, but one that meant so much more. Ingrid squeezed her hand gently, feeling the bond between them. The connection wasn’t just physical; it was an understanding, an unspoken promise of always being there for one another. In that quiet, lazy moment, everything felt exactly as it should.

Bagheera, seemingly sensing the moment of calm, let out a soft meow and nudged Ingrid’s hand with her head. Ingrid chuckled, scratching the cat behind the ears. “You’re not going to let me get distracted, are you?”

Mapi laughed softly, squeezing Ingrid’s hand once more. “I think she’s trying to make sure we stay here forever, just like this.”

Ingrid glanced up at Mapi, her gaze soft and affectionate. “I wouldn’t mind.”

They spent the rest of the afternoon like that—Bagheera curled up between them, the three of them sharing the kind of quiet moments that didn’t need words. Ingrid and Mapi occasionally exchanged light-hearted teasing, their easy laughter filling the apartment, while Bagheera drifted in and out of peaceful naps. In the end, it didn’t matter that there were no grand plans, no rushing to meet deadlines, or the weight of the world on their shoulders. All that mattered was that, for this one perfect afternoon, everything felt right.

And as the sun began to set, casting a golden glow across the room, Ingrid rested her head on Mapi’s shoulder, feeling a contented smile curl on her lips.

“I love you,” Ingrid whispered softly, her voice almost drowned out by the quiet purring of Bagheera.

“I love you too,” Mapi replied, her voice just as soft but filled with all the warmth of the world.

And in the peaceful embrace of their apartment, with their lazy cat at their side, they drifted into the kind of happiness that only came with days like this—simple, slow, and full of love.

#ingrid engen and mapi leon #woso #woso community #barca femeni #mapi leon #ingrid engen #woso fics

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mapis-putellas · 5 months ago

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Waking up with you

Pairing: Mapi león x reader

Words: 1697

Warnings: none

Summary: An early morning with you and Mapi. What could be better? (Or the one where Mapi makes fun of your morning breath)

Notes: It’s so weird writing Mapi without Ingrid 😭 also, this didn’t come out as good as I wanted it to so I apologise

[Prompt list]

You let out a quiet exhale through your nose as you shift onto your back, stretching your arms above your head until you feel your hands hit the headboard. As they fall back onto bed with a soft thud, you force your eyes open and come face to face with the ceiling of your bedroom. You lay there for a while, half lidded eyes threatening to close before finally finding it within you to lift your head from the pillow.

You’re immediately assaulted by the blinding sun escaping in through the partially open curtains, and you can’t help but groan as you immediately cover your eyes with your hand and blindly reach for the blanket to cover your face.

Once hidden safely, you turn in place to face your girlfriend's side of the bed. The blonde Spaniard was still snoozing away, curled up on her side with a pillow clutched to her chest as her chest rises and falls with each breath. Her shirt was slightly askew due to her frequent tossing and turning throughout the light, giving you the perfect view of her toned midriff.

She looked as content as can be, so much so you couldn't help but reach out and tenderly tuck a soft strand of messy blonde hair behind her ear. Being the deep sleeper she was, Mapi doesn't move a single muscle at your touch, and you couldn't help but smile in amusement as you bring your hand back to rest beneath your head.

The blinding sun still shining through the open curtains of your room suggests it was nearly time to start the day, so you wanted to leave her in peace for the last few minutes she was able to sleep without interruptions.

Calling Mapi a morning person would be a lie -you muse to yourself as you watch her sleep- but she wasn't as terrible as some people. Sure she was a little whiney. Sure she grumbled and was clingy but so long as you were patient and went at her pace, her slight grouchiness was moderately okay to deal with.

Your phone buzzes from where you’d placed it on the nightstand the night before, effectively breaking you from your thoughts, and you reach for it with a light sigh knowing it was well and truly time to get the day started.

A quiet groan was the first signal that Mapi was somewhat conscious, and with a knowing smile, you scoot closer to the centre of the bed and lightly tug on the material of her shirt. Without hesitation the Spaniard wriggles as close as she could, securing her arms around your waist as she buries her face into your chest. Her hands cling tightly to the back of your shirt as her tanned legs tangle with your own.

You feel the exhale of content that hits your skin, not hesitating to drop a kiss to the top of her head as you slip a hand beneath her shirt to rest on warm skin of her back. Her body was completely flush against your own, not a single once of space between you.

Neither you or Mapi were big on snuggling throughout the night like some couples were. Sure it happened occasionally. Maybe when one of you were sick or'd had a bad day. But typically, you'd cuddle for an hour or so whilst binge watching a series and then move to your respective sides of the bed to go to sleep.

It's what makes the morning cuddles much more special. Especially if it's before a long day, such as Mapi had today with training and media duties.

Speaking of, the Spaniard lets out a quiet grunt as she lightly taps your back, and your roll your eyes playfully as you begin tracing large circles over the bare expanse of her back. Up to just between her shoulder blades and down to the waistband of her shorts. She shows her thanks by lightly kissing your neck, and you smile as you return it to the top of her head.

When minutes pass and she shows no signs of getting up, you figure it was time to move onto the next step of trying to rouse her. Craning your head back, you lean forward and begin placing gentle kisses onto each part of skin you could reach. Her forehead. Cheek. Shoulder. Nose.

"Amor." A quiet whine as she blindly reaches up to push your face away, prompting you to smile as you grasp her hand in your own and give the appendage a soft squeeze. She grunts in response, turning onto her back effectively using your arm as a makeshift pillow.

"Sorry, baby," you muse, tugging down her shirt that had ridden up before lazily throwing your arm around her waist. "but it's time to wake up."

Mapi groans quietly as she lifts her arms to cover her face. "No, it is not."

"Mhhh. I'm afraid it is." You retort, reaching for her arms and gently tugging them away from her face, surprisingly without much of a fight. She glares at you, but it didn't have the effect it usually would due to her squinty eyes and flushed cheeks. You reach up and cup her cheek, intending to place a kiss to her forehead.

She pulls her face away before you could even get close, and you frown, tilting your head to the side in confusion.

"What is it?" You question, Mapi's smirk already telling you her next words weren't going to be what you want to hear.

"Morning breath." She states simply, and you stare down at her for a moment before you scoff and yank your arm out from underneath her head.

"Morning breath she says," you huff, mildly offended by her words. "The audacity, I swear. You're the one-" you were cut off by her familiar arms slipping around your waist, tugging you away from the edge of the bed and back into her arms. You drop your head back against her shoulder and glare up at her with a frown.

"Amor, lo siento," she cups your cheek and presses her lips against your nose. You playfully push her away, earning yourself a soft chuckle as she takes your hand in her own and holds it tight. "I was just joking. I did not think you would take offence."

"Well I did," you say somewhat jokingly. "You force me to kiss you all the time with your bad morning breath."

"Bebé, i said I was sor-esperar, I have bad morning breath?" She lets you go and blows some air into her hand before smelling.

You can't help but laugh at the look of pure offence that appears on her face, sitting up and turning to face her. You reach up and gently fix her bed head, tucking the hair sticking out on either side of her head behind her ears.

"Sí, just a little." You hold your pointer finger and thumb up, placing them nearly together with maybe half an inch of space between them.

Mapi's mouth drops, and you laugh again as you grab her by the waist and pull her into your arms. She attempts to fight you -and considering she was way stronger than you and could easily pull herself out of your arms should she want to do so, you appreciate her pretending to let you win.

"I'm just kidding, my love. Your morning breath is fine. I kiss you don't I?"

Mapi grumbles as she places her hands on each of your hips before pushing you back down onto the bed, not hesitating to collapse straight down on top of you. You grunt in surprise, feeling a little winded as your arms instinctively rise to hold her to your chest.

"You suck." You grumble into her hair as you press a kiss to the top of her head, and you feel more than hear the muffled laughter she tries to stifle against your chest.

"Sí, pero me amas." Mapi grins cheekily as she hoists herself forward and places her elbows on either side of your head, using her fingers to gently trace over your eyebrows before cupping your cheeks and pressing a loud, resounding kiss to your forehead with a loud 'mwaaa'.

"Sí." Your hands on her back lower to give her behind playful squeeze, and Mapi's lips quirk up into a wide smile before she leans forward and connects her lips with your own. The warmth of her mouth immediately sends a current of energy throughout your body, and you hum contently as you bring your hands up to cup her cheeks, Mapi's own brushing through your hair and tangling through the unbrushed strands with surprising ease.

Her lips were just as warm and soft as they always were, and you could feel the soft tickle of her breath against your nose as her fingers graze over your scalp.

It wasn’t long before you feel her tongue brushing softly against your bottom lip making those stupid butterflies appear in your stomach, breath hitching as your mouth parts allowing her inside. Your body buzzes with warm as the familiar sensation of her tongue meets your own, the pad of your thumb lightly tracing over the soft skin of her cheek as she all but devours you.

She was everywhere at once. Hands teasing. Teeth playfully nipping.

It was no secret that Mapi was a good kisser. Earth shattering in fact if you had to pick one word to describe it. She could take you from ten to zero within the span of seconds, and she was fully aware of this fact.

Mapi was the first to pull away just a few minutes later, lips parted and breathing heavy, and you can’t help but pout as she lifts herself from on top of you and slides out of bed before holding out her hand.

"Breakfast." She wiggles her fingers.

You shake your head and expectantly tap your lips instead, and whilst Mapi rolls her eyes playfully, she doesn't hesitate to lean over you and press several lingering pecks to your lips. When she pulls away this time, lips just millimetres away from your own, you reach up to cup her cheeks so she couldn't escape.

"Mejor?" She teases, and you grin before nodding your head.

"Sí."

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wexhappyxfew · 8 months ago

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SHANNON!! You know how much I love the Silver Bullets girls, so I freaked when I saw you posted this!! You also know I love angst (who doesn't, right?). So, could I possibly get Bucky x Kennedy with the prompt, "Hands off!" OR "You'll back off if you know what's good for you."

I couldn't choose which one I liked more lol!! Protective Bucky is my absolute FAV! I know it is going to be amazing!! Thank youuuu!💕🫶

MADS!!!!! HELLO MY FRIEND!!!! so lovely to see you both in the inbox and sending in this duo and prompt! :D i saw it and was immediately like - mads you are a GEM - because protective bucky IS the absolute best!!!! THANK YOU FOR THE SILVER BULLETS LOVE!!! they're my girls and are a joy to write so truly thank you :) your love and support has meant so so much!! i DO know you are an angst lover too hehe, so i decided to take a look at the earlier days of kennedy x bucky knowing one another (with extended cameos from judy and paulina - paulina who i wanted to work with more since i have written a lot of her yet), and dealing with...a rather precarious moment in which bucky is VERY MUCH being protective over the SB girls (with hints of kennedy x bucky of course because that's what makes the world go 'round). i went with the second prompt because i just couldn't help myself with that prompt - it's just too good!!! so please enjoy!!! <333333

far less losses

(a/n): you remember when judy mentioned that john egan has an 'awful soft spot for the Silver Bullets crew'? well....here we are, with bucky showing off that soft spot (which also equates to his soft spot for a certain kennedy farley) all on display. SO -- please enjoy kennedy, judy and paulina, with a bit of bucky being well....bucky haha! please enjoy and thank you again! <3

"I think it's cute!" Judy exclaimed with a smile from beside Kennedy in the mirror in the bunk room the Silver Bullets girls were camped out in, "Truly, Kenny, just even taking those few extra minutes to pull a few pieces of hair away from your beautiful face always makes you feel better."

Judy was right - and she usually was.

After a rather depleting mission that morning, Kennedy had been feeling like laying down and staring at the ceiling for the rest of the evening was her ultimate goal, but Judy Rybinski had found her and convinced her to pull on her Class-A's and take an hour or two to destress in the local pub.

Kennedy shifted herself side to side in the mirror, her thick ginger hair that was usually pulled back from her face in a poor-looking ponytail or hastily put-together braids, appreciating the extra minute Judy had taken in telling her to leave her hair down and clip up some stray pieces behind the lower part of the crown of her head.

"This looks nice." Kennedy said, her voice sounding strange at the sight of seeing herself actually looking quite pretty. Usually covered in grease, dirt and other substances that she didn't even want to know of, seeing her face so bright and clean, her brown eyes light and alive, made her smile a bit.

"You look so pretty, Kenny," Judy said from beside her in the mirror, glancing up at her with the most genuine look on her face, "seriously, you could walk in any pub in England and they'd think that it's Rita Hayworth." Kennedy couldn't help but grin at Judy's words as she took in all angles she could.

"Oh, c'mon, Judy," Kennedy said, glancing down at the ball gunner, "you could do much of the same and they'd think it's Ingrid Bergman."

"That's mighty kind of you Kenny," Judy said with a chuckle, her face glowing, "Ingrid is quite the star, isn't she? Top compliments from Kenny Farley herself."

"What can I say? I'm a miracle worker at the best of times." Kennedy said and Judy laughed again, before looking up to Kennedy softly.

"Let's go get some drinks." Judy said, "Forget about whatever the hell today was, right?"

The walk across base with the sun nearly set was quite peaceful, especially in the summer months - it almost felt like home in some weird way.

Growing up with both older and younger siblings - all brothers - she'd spent enough of her summer days outside from dawn to dusk, drinking her mother's fresh-made lemonade, peeling oranges and eating cheese sandwiches, catching frogs, playing in the streets, making a fair attempt at a ball game where she was usually one of the only girls (having brothers made you automatically a part of the line-up, even if you struck out 90% of the time, she got better though).

She'd come inside, sweating, covered in dirt and grass, with her freckles on full display and her mother would tell her to go and get herself cleaned up for dinner. And everything would smell like fresh lavender soap and soft linen, and dinner would be roasted chicken, carrots, potatoes, asparagus, all the fixings, more lemonade, cookies for desert. Her mother would have to make multiple batches just to feed all her hungry kids.

And her dad would come back from work and be cracking jokes, telling them stories from work, what he had done that day. Something about summer, at home, in Boston.

My how the times had changed from then to now.

The local town pub was a place she'd been a few times, but each time it was much of the same when she got in. It was in fact like entering a whole different world that was separated from both summer and Thorpe Abbotts.

Everything smelled like beer and smoke, there was also music playing, people dancing and without a doubt, every corner you turned, you were shaking hands with someone, introducing yourself and saying your hellos. A home away from home. And it was quite the eclectic mix - USAAF and RAF pilots and crew members all together, local town people, Land Girls. Enough of a comfort though so you could enjoy your drink and meet a new face or two.

"Pretty crowded." Judy said from beside her as they stepped inside and took their ganders around, "Never seen so many people shoved in one place."

"One too many bad missions seems to send everybody here, I won't lie, Judy." Kennedy said, reaching up to tuck some hair back over her shoulder, and letting her eyes glance around again.

"Look who decided to show up." Judy and Kennedy looked up to see Paulina, resident radio op, coming towards them, her long, dark hair elegantly curled, her red lipstick making an appearance again that reminded Kennedy starkly of their training days where Paulina was always going on about the importance of always carrying a tube of lipstick where she went. She always said that you'd never know who'd you see - Christ, Cary Grant could show up and you'll be thanking yourself for that damn tube of lipstick!

"Thought you were staying in?" Kennedy shrugged.

"Judy dragged me out. Promised to pay for a drink."

"Hey!" Judy said looking to Kennedy and teasingly shoving at her shoulder, "I didn't say a thing about paying! I told ya that you needed to get out. Destress. Ya know?" Paulina snickered and glanced to Kennedy who smirked.

"And…I didn't drag you out. I was just convincing enough to get you outta that bunk room." Judy said, "It's a good trait to have, isn't it, Pauli?"

"That's right," Paulina said, stepping forward to wrap an arm around Judy's shoulders, "let's get you two some drinks, alright? And….just so you know, Lieutenant Bradshaw offered to open a tab, so….go crazy, I don't know….I guess she could see plenty of the looks on our faces."

"She's a sweetheart." Judy said with a smile.

"She always knows," Kennedy said quietly as they moved towards the bar, "she's good like that. Reminds me of Birdie."

"She always reminds me of Birdie." Paulina said with a sad smile, "Maybe it's a sign from Birdie up above. Letting us get ourselves Annie Bradshaw as our pilot. You know?"

"I take any sorta stuff like that as a sign," Judy said as they approached the bar and called for three beers, "there's no one like Birdie, but there sure as hell isn't a soul like Annie Bradshaw."

"You ever think about what might've happened if Birdie hadn't gotten hit?" Paulina asked as the tender brought their beers and gave them a smile - Paulina took a long, hard sip before sighing, "Just….things would be so different, but we woulda never met Annie. I don't fucking know, it's weird to think about sometimes."

Kennedy and Judy exchanged quiet glances, but it wasn't like Paulina was lying. Sometimes it was weird to ponder a thing like that - if Birdie had never died and they had never met Annie. And then in moments like this, Kennedy always though that life worked to do things in ways that were always meant to be and clearly what had happened was meant to be, despite the circumstances.

And Annie Bradshaw was always meant to be Silver Bullets' command pilot in place of Birdie Faulkner.

That was one thing for sure.

"Good evening." All three of their heads turned to find one of the RAF pilots they'd seen hanging around in the weeks previous coming towards them, his eyes catching Kennedy's in a way that made her slowly shift her gaze away and sip at her drink again. She sighed. Paulina rolled her eyes.

"Evening." Paulina said slowly, lifting her mug of beer towards him before sipping it and growing quiet. Judy glanced at Kennedy, who gave her a quiet look.

Many of the men that were outside the 100th were usually nice and cordial to them. There'd been some off-handed, unneeded comments before about women in aviation, but they'd heard enough of it to ignore any sort of comment like that. They'd heard it all. For months. Some for years. Ignorance was bliss.

"You three wouldn't happen to be part of the lady crew in the 100th would you?" he asked them, sipping his beer slowly and meeting all their gazes, "I've just had quite the conversation with your Annie Bradshaw if you are. Sweet girl."

"It's Lieutenant." Kennedy offered his way, meeting his gaze again, "She's our pilot."

"Ah," the RAF - Kennedy thought he was a pilot it seemed - pilot said, with a nod, "very sweet girl." Paulina shifted beside Kennedy and sighed.

"Command pilot." Paulina muttered under her breath.

"Anything else?" Judy asked, almost sweetly, but slightly like she were undercutting his words in a way where she wanted to try and disperse the interaction as quickly as possible, "We've had a long day." The RAF pilot glanced at her and smiled, before glancing at Kennedy and Paulina.

"Long day? What ever was the matter?" he asked them and then chuckled slightly and sipped his beer again, "Right - you fly during the day, am I correct?"

"Here we fucking go," Paulina said, pushing back from the bar table, looking ready to start swinging, but Kennedy held her arm and looked to the RAF pilot again, "I swear to God, Kenny."

"We do." Kennedy said, "Why? Is there a problem with that?" The RAF pilot chuckled.

"No, no, not at all. Just curious." Kennedy leaned forward and raised a brow.

"Curious. Curious, curious, curious - what are we curious about it. We've been doing it ever since we came across the fucking pond-"

"What we're trying to say," Judy said interrupting her and giving both Kennedy and Paulina a look, "that's just what we do. We do days, you do nights. Either way, we're pounding the Germans day and night and you should be really thankful for that. You do what you all do, and we do what we do. And it works."

"You'd have far less losses." he offered, in a way that sounded condescending - it made Kennedy's skin crawl.

Far less losses.

Birdie.

Birdie invaded her mind like she always did.

"Listen, we just finished a really crappy mission," Kennedy said, leaning forward and gently wrapping an arm over Judy's shoulders and pulling her closer back from the RAF pilot, "we can pick up this conversation another time."

"Apologies, apologies," the RAF pilot said, holding up his hands in a pitiful, mock-defense, "I'm only commenting on such happenings. Nothing more."

"Commenting-" Kennedy started, but another voice entered her ears.

"Evening."

"Major." the RAF pilot said, suddenly straightening up, sticking out his hand to shake, and his eyes turning glossy, that earlier determination and confidence dwindling.

Kennedy slowly looked back over her shoulder and watched as Major Egan, the smell of beer and cologne wafting off of him, came to a stop beside the three of them there, looking towards the RAF pilot with a face that was the closest to stone-cold that there could be. And Major Egan was not the best at schooling his emotions and concealing what he was actually feeling, but he was doing a pretty damn good job right now.

"What are we talking about?" Major Egan asked, his voice deeper than Kennedy had heard it before, as he crossed his arms and straightened his back, looking directly at the RAF pilot, "Go on, don't mind me."

"Uh, well-"

"Just about our missions," Judy butted in sweetly, looking up at Major Egan, "sir, we were just discussing our….rather interesting differences. But that we bomb the Germans all the same."

"Really?" Major Egan said, almost sarcastically, his smile wide on his cheeks, his voice a crack higher, his tone one that he always had when he was trying to hide his annoyance, "Thank you for that Rybinski, really valuable information." Major Egan looked at the RAF pilot. "You should've just come and talked right with me. These ladies have had a long day. Up at 0300 and still making it out here. They don't wanna have to discuss anything with missions and all. You should know." The group fell quiet as the RAF pilot rather loudly and quite nervously slurped at his beer.

"I just knew they were apart of the lady crew. With Annie Bradshaw-"

"Lieutenant Bradshaw-" Major Egan offered.

"-and I just figured I'd have a chat with them. Never did do much talking about missions with a lady crew before."

"Oh and it's bound to be your last-" Major Egan commented.

"Sir-" Kennedy said looking to him and giving him a look as he met her gaze. Something in his eye told her that he was going to stop until this RAF pilot walked away and she was almost too tired to care if he did say something more or not.

"What's all this about a lady crew, too?" Major Egan said, "They're another one of our crews in the 100th. Did all the same training we did, same shit." Major Egan chuckled. "You wouldn't know that because you were here, what? Drinking warm beer and complaining about the sun-shining, huh? Upset it wasn't nighttime-"

"Major." Paulina said looking up at him, "Just ignore him, we were going to go find Lieutenant Bradshaw anyway."

"Nah, nah," Major Egan said, stepping forward, closer to the RAF pilot this time - the height difference was palpable, with the RAF pilot looking upwards and Major Egan looking downwards, like some sort of quiet conversation being exchanging between the two, "gotta name?"

"Uh, Langley, sir-"

"Langley." Major Egan said, with a funny tone to his voice that was clearly making fun of the way the RAF pilot had said it, "Where the hell you from, Langley?"

"Birmingham. Sir."

"Oh, you're gonna start calling me sir, now, huh?" Major Egan said glancing back at the group of the three of them and grinning that sarcastic, shit-eating grin and pointing over his shoulder, "He called me sir, what a fucking character." Major Egan turned back to the RAF pilot and let his face grow cold.

"The crew is Silver Bullets and they're apart of the 100th just like myself," Major Egan said, "and they've had a long day. All of us have, got it? So, you'll back off if you know what's good for you. And leave these ladies alone and run along to you and your British friends, alright? Get yourself some warm beer, too."

"It's not really super warm-"

"You drink warm fucking beer." Major Egan said with a look, hands on his hips this time, "Go on."

Slowly Kennedy glanced back at the RAF pilot and watched as his brain seemed to rewire, licking his lips quickly as he did so, before retreating like a dog with its tail between its legs. The three of them watched as Major Egan watched the RAF pilot turn to leave, ducking out of the pub with the beer in his hand. Major Egan turned to them, a grin on his face, clearly satisfied with the words that had left his lips and then met her gaze.

"What a guy," Major Egan said, as Kennedy held his gaze, her cheeks heating slightly as she looked back to her beer sat, the glass practically melting on the beer and sighed, "these RAF pilots got a set to be saying stuff like that to you all."

"He said he talked to Lieutenant Bradshaw, sir," Judy said looking up to Major Egan who leaned up the bar beside her, "called her a sweet girl and all. He couldn't even seem to fathom the idea of Annie flying planes." Judy chuckled and looked to Major Egan again. "He probably would've fainted on the spot to hear that we actually are pretty efficient as an all-female bombing crew." Major Egan chuckled at her words and raised a hand for a beer.

"Got that right, Rybinski." Major Egan said with a smile Judy's way before looking to Kennedy and Paulina, "Everyone doing okay after today?"

One thing Kennedy always appreciated with their leaders was that they recognized the toll missions like that took on people - whether if they showed it on their faces or not, their eyes always spoke in ways they couldn't. And he could see that, that much was true.

"I have a cold beer in my hand, sir," Paulina said with a smile, "that's enough to be thankful for after today I must admit." Major Egan let the corner of his lip poke upwards and glanced at Kennedy.

"Farley." Major Egan said, his voice a drip softer than it had been when he'd first come over, "You're quiet."

"And when Kenny Farley's quiet," Judy said with a small smile, "you know the mission today was beating us more than helping us, sir." Major Egan looked to Judy with a saddened smile on his face before looking back at Kennedy.

"Just thinking about something that pilot said, sir," Kennedy said, looking to Paulina and Judy before looking back to him again, lacing and unlacing her fingers over and over again in a nervous way, "reminded me of Birdie." The group of four grew quiet at her words.

"Just when he was going on, sir, about flying night missions," Kennedy said with a nod, "something like we'd have far less losses than if we flew at night. And it just….I don't know, shit like that bothers me. Because he clearly knew about our crew sir, which meant he oughta have heard about Birdie." Major Egan's eyes shifted to hers again, before he glanced back over his shoulder towards the doorway, shuddering his shoulders and letting out a disgruntled groan. He reached forward to take a long sip of his beer and then stood up from the bar and looked to them.

"Come find me if another one of these smucks has another fucking comment," Major Egan said, reaching up to run a hand through his dark curls on his head, before offering a smile, "no one makes comments about the Silver Bullets crew without me hearing about it, alright?" Then he turned and Kennedy couldn't help but step forward and wrap her hand around his upper arm and look up at him.

"Don't do anything stupid, sir," Kennedy said, looking up at him knowingly, "you can have your thoughts about Silver Bullets and our crew, but other people don't like the looks of a woman in the service, nor a whole bombing crew. Don't go getting yourself into more trouble than is needed, sir, alright?"

"Farley," Major Egan said, reaching up to rest a hand on her shoulder, "I've already made enough comments towards them, about them, for them to build a bridge to the States and back. Defending you all ain't much trouble." Kennedy stared at him and fell quiet. "Look, I just got a few choice words for him. That's all."

"Those choice words better involve, don't say that sorta shit like that again and then a firm goodbye and no more, sir," Kennedy said looking at him, "you don't need that face sporting anymore black eyes."

"You think I got a pretty face, Farley?" Major Egan said, looking sideways at her with that award-winning grin again, pearly whites shiny and bright, his eyes squinty, his gaze on her. Kennedy stared at him, the tops of her cheeks turning red as she suddenly felt herself stand quite still, "Go back and enjoy a drink with Stagliano and Rybinski without someone like him hanging over you. Don't worry about me." Kennedy watched him and then slowly nodded.

"Thanks for that back there by the way, sir," she said, quicker than she wanted, her eyes holding his, "it was a long day, with the mission and all. We just wanted a night out without thinking about it, sir, ya know?" Major Egan smiled and bumped her shoulder.

"Think of it as free entertainment." Major Egan said with a grin, before nodding towards the door, "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to head out for a bit. Enjoy your beer." He quirked out a grin. "You should wear your hair like that more often." And with that, he was stepping away, running his hand through his own hair and stepping outside the pub again. Kennedy watched him go, her cheeks flaming red - the fact he had noticed her hair was enough for her to swallow it down and forget about it. She turned and slid back to the bar, in between Paulina and Judy.

"What'd he say?" Paulina asked, bumping her shoulder, "Looked pretty damn happy about telling that guy off."

"I think he's probably gonna take a punch to the face, but he's going to go send the message home it seems." Kennedy said quietly as Judy giggled, "What?"

"The look on his face when he saw you weren't the happiest camper, oh Kennedy, it was real sweet." Judy said as Kennedy sipped her beer and ignored the swirl in her stomach and crimson on her cheeks, "He's just sweet on us, you know that. They all are. They'd defend us tooth and nail any day."

"See," Paulina said, leaning towards Kennedy and dropping her voice so only Kennedy and Judy could here, "could've put on that tube of red lipstick even just for him."

"Pauli!" Kennedy admonished and Judy giggled.

"You ain't ever gonna forget it, Kenny, never!"

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