#happy birthday mapi

[pernillecfcw]

Happy Birthday Mapi 🎉🩷

- 13/06/1995 -

[wosoandstuff]

ESMEE WHAT DO YOU MEAN

[copper-16]

Am I the only one that thought this was a little awkward 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

Granted I don’t know what the rules/procedures are for countries posting for players birthdays but still 😵‍💫😵‍💫

[misskelley]

Ingrid’s birthday

[wosoragebaiter69]

forgotten about you

barça femeni x teen!reader

request: here

A/N: i just know alexia turned off the tv during the game 😭

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You wake up, today is what could be described as a neutral day but it’s still your birthday nonetheless. You didn’t want to leave your bed, but you had to. Your family never really celebrated your birthday, only really caring about your brother and his dreams.

Even if it wasn’t the best day for you, a small part of your mind hoped that someone would wish you a happy birthday, at least Alexia anyways. It’s not like you told them though, the Barça instagram page would probably announce it.

You go through your regular movements of the day, traffic is light and you make it just in time.

Walking through, the admin wishes you a happy birthday, you smile lightly saying thanks and continuing to walk into the change room. However when you’re there it’s the same as any old day, it breaks your heart a little but you wouldn’t tell anyone that.

You’re quieter than usual walking to your cubby, it isn’t much of a change considering you’ve been one of the quieter ones since you joined barca, preferring to only be loud late at night when blasting music in your car.

It’s when even Alexia comes in and doesn’t say Happy Birthday that you feel even more hurt than before, out of everyone who would know, you’d just hoped she would. It’s not her fault though, you didn’t tell anyone. Why would she?

Training seems to be a blur, you miss the looks your older teammates give you at certain points. You’ve essentially become someone with no emotions which has somehow made you have a great session. Which in all honesty did not mend your shattering heart, no matter the praises the coaches had given you.

You make an effort to miss everyone after training and head straight home, you didn’t shower and just got up and left ignoring your confused teammates. No matter how much of an introvert you were, you’d always make time to say goodbye. It was a sign to everyone else that something had happened.

You make way to your car and drive off straight away, inevitably you end up sobbing halfway through. Unable to keep your emotions inside.

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In the locker room, when you were gone there was silence. A pondering in the air of sorts. Mapi breaks it.

“Is she ok? She’s usually quiet but this… she’d at least say something.” Her statement lingers in the air, no one knowing what to say.

“Oh shit.” The unmistakable voice of Lucy Bronze cuts through the tension.

“Qué?” Many voices say at once. Lucy turns her phone around and shows the birthday announcement from the Barcelona Instagram page.

“How did we not know? Why didn’t she say anything?” Alexia sounds heartbroken, she cares for you deeply and to miss something so important is heartbreaking.

“I’m not sure.” Ingrid’s voice cracks and it looks like she’s about to cry.

Alexia is quick to regain her composure.

“Ok, we messed up. But, we can make this right. In the time I go to her house, talk and get her to come out, you all should do something. Plan a party and we’ll be there in like 1-2 hours. Got it?” The girls nod, seemingly ready to organise something not too big but enough to make up for what they didn’t know.

“Ingrid do you want to come with me?” The captain asks the Norwegian who nods, saying farewell to her girlfriend and teammates. You were very close with her, she took you under her wing a lot and you looked up to her.

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You’re crying on your couch when there’s a knock on the door, thinking it’s preachers you ignore it, hoping they’ll leave. Only, the noise gets louder so you wipe your tears and trudge slowly toward the door.

Upon opening, Alexia and Ingrid immediately wrap you in a bone-crushing hug.

“What’s this for?” You say, you thought they’d forgotten about you.

“Don’t act like you don’t know, we’re sorry we didn’t know it was your birthday. We’ll make it up to you.” At Alexia’s words you start crying again.

“No Ale, it’s fine. I shouldn’t have expected anything. I didn’t tell you guys.” You say, feeling slightly bad.

“Elskling, no matter what we should’ve known, were your teammates and we didn’t even do any digging to find it. We made no effort before when we should have. Don’t ever feel like you should dismiss it. It obviously means something.” At her rant, you seem to understand her words as they compute in your mind.

“We did bring you something though nena. One from me and one from Mapi and Ingrid. Then we are going for a drive, ok?” You nod gratefully and get ready for what the two are giving you.

“Here you go.” Ingrid is first, she gives you two small boxes. You open the first one and it’s the Miss Dior perfume you’ve wanted for ages but haven’t ended up getting because you were too busy.

“I- thanks Ingrid.” You beam, she smiles softly back and points to the other one, you open it up carefully revealing a Dior charms bracelet. Your mouth opens wide.

“This is… thank you so much!” You place it down wrapping Ingrid in a hug.

“I’m glad you like it, I heard you said Dior was your favourite designer so I just figured.” It seems your broken heart from before was sealing up because she remembered something you’d told her weeks ago.

Alexia watches the interaction, smiling and happy to see you happy. Not the shell of a person you were at training because they forgot.

Luckily for her and Ingrid, there was a mall on the way to your house with many shops which would definitely satisfy what they needed to get you.

After speaking to Ingrid, you turn to Alexia who is also grinning and hands you a box.

“Aquí.”

You unwrap it, it’s quite big and heavy. When seeing the contents your eyes widen.

“Is this…” She nods her head, smirking. It’s a PS5, Alexia had been pretty strict on no video game consoles considering she wanted you to have a healthy sleep schedule.

“I didn’t think you’d ever allow it- Thank you Ale.” You bring her into a hug before unwrapping it fully and staring at the three things you had received in awe.

“Come on, get dressed we have places to be.” Alexia pulls you from your staring, you get dressed pretty quickly and you’re out of the house in 15 minutes.

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You arrived at Patri’s house a little later and walked inside. The rest of the team were there, balloons everywhere and most importantly a cake with 19 on it being brought over by Frido.

Everyone’s singing and your face heats up at all the attention, feeling warm because of the love you’re receiving at the current moment.

When the singing dies down the Swede whispers to you softly.

“Make a good wish kid, it’ll be great.” You nod blowing out the candles and get given a knife to cut down the middle. It’s a pretty plain cake, but if you’re going to be honest you always loved when cakes weren’t so detailed.

The rest of the evening went by in bliss, people apologising and overall having a great time. Yes, they might’ve forgotten. But, they knew their mistake and made this the best birthday you’d ever had.

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Finally wrote this.. I took too long to write it i’m sorry anon

can you tell what designer i like? (miss dior smells so good i feel rich when wearing it)

anyways i literally need to stop eating original kebab, like it’s so good and taking too much of my money PLEASE

[imbored1201]

You’ll Never Change

Word Count: 1.3k

Paring: Alexia Putellas x Reader

Happy Birthday to the best Fortnite player ever @greynatomy

You lied again. Alexia was sick of you always lying. You promised you were just hanging out with friends; instead, you went back to the bar. A place you swore to Alexia you would never go again. 

Right when she entered, she spotted you. Giggling over something some guy next to you said. You shook her head, going to your side and tapping your shoulder to get your attention. 

“Oh, my girlfriend!” You yelled, “This is the girlfriend,” the guy, who was also drunk, waved at Alexia. You always seemed to have a new friend when she picked you up. 

“Let’s go,” she said sternly. She was angry. You both had training in 6 hours, but you had no care for it, spending your night at the bar. 

“Not yet; we’re placing bets,” she groaned, and you went back to now discussing “business” with the man. 

“You have got to be kidding me,” you heard her say. You didn’t know who, but you didn’t care. Before you could get your phone out to give the guy your number, Alexia snatched it and grabbed you by your hand to lead you out. 

You tried pulling your hand away from Alexia, wanting to go back inside. "Enough,” you huffed, just listening. “No fun.” Once she got you into the car, she stood there for a couple of seconds. 

She was exhausted; she didn’t know what to do to help you anymore, and even then, whatever she tried, it wouldn’t help. 

“Why did you lie to me?” She shoved the water bottle into your hand. 

You refused to look at her, only continuing to drink the water she gave you. “I don’t know,” you muttered. “You told me you were going out with Lucy.” You simply shrugged, not in the mood to talk now. 

“Mierda,” she muttered. It was like her breaking point; with everything going on with her knee, she just couldn’t deal with your crap right now. The car ride was silent, with her occasionally looking at you to make sure you weren’t going to be sick. 

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“Sit on the couch.” She was just glad you were actually listening to her this time. 

She teared up, grabbing her phone and walking to the kitchen. You just hummed to yourself, drinking the water. 

“Mapi, I’m sorry, I just—yes, she’s at it again.” You tried standing up, wanting to go to bed, quickly tripping over yourself. 

“Sit down,” she said sternly. "Sleep,” you slurred, listening to her. “You can sleep later; just wait for Mapi.” 

“Is Ingrid coming to?” “I’m sure she will.” 

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Alexia let out a sigh of relief when she heard the knock at the door. The past 10 minutes were nothing but awkward silence; she refused to look at you, only staring at her phone while you sat on the couch. 

“Where is she?” Mapi asked as she and Ingrid walked in. "Couch,” Ingrid went to get you while Mapi brought Alexia in for a hug. 

“Hey, it’s okay.” Alexia finally let her tears fall. She watched as Ingrid helped you stand up. 

“I’m sorry, Mapi; I didn’t want to disturb you guys. I just need a break.” Alexia loved you too much to leave you while you were going through this. She wanted to help you so badly, but it was hard considering you refused to get proper help.

Every time she confronted you about it, you would spend the night crying in her arms, promising you would get help, and begging her not to leave you. It never happened. 

She felt dumb for even staying this long, for defending your actions every time someone on the team brought it up. Leaving important meetings to pick you up and having to cancel some to take care of you. 

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"Bye, amor,” you said happily to her, giving her a kiss on the cheek as you let Ingrid help you out the door.  

When that door finally shut, Alexia let go, and with shaky hands, she grabbed her phone once again, this time calling her mom. 

"Mama,” her voice broke as she spoke. "Mama, I need you; it’s Y/N again; I don’t know how to help her anymore.” She wiped her eyes as she listened to what her mom had to say. 

The next thing she knew, she was packing her bags up to stay with her mom, knowing she would likely not be coming back. 

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“Don’t give me that look,” you told Mapi as you walked out of the spare room. “Then don’t be a dumbass and make your girlfriend cry.” You had already sent Alexia an apology text. 

“Where’s Ingrid?” “Taking Alexia out on a spa day,” you collapsed on Mapi’s couch. You smiled at her as she sat down next to you, your smile fading when you saw that rare, serious look on her face. That look was only meant for the pitch. 

“You don’t realize how many people you're hurting." It was heartbreaking to Mapi as well; you were her sister, and some say you two were the same exact person too. 

“You have an amazing woman, Chica; she’s stayed this long because she really wants to help you. It’s unfair to her that you aren’t putting in the same work.” 

“I don’t know what to do, Mapi,” you whispered. “You need to get help." She put an arm around your shoulder. 

“You need to get actual help, Hermana; you can’t just say you will and ignore it after." “I will, I promise.” 

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You did just that; you announced that you were taking a break from football. Everyone was shocked at the announcement; you obviously hadn’t even told your teammates about your plan. Not even Alexia. 

You didn’t think there was any point in telling her; seeing her bags packed up three days after returning to the apartment was enough for you to know she was done with you. You couldn’t blame her. 

You knew it would be tough leaving Barcelona, but after talking with Leah, you felt more comfortable with your final decision. She offered you a place to stay and even got you connected with someone to talk to. 

You held in your tears, saying goodbye to Mapi and Ingrid. “Mapi. Look after her for me.” Mapi nodded, giving you a tight hug and trying to stop tears from coming out of her eyes. 

“Don’t replace me,” you joked. “You’ll always be my partner in crime, but please take care of yourself.” You nodded and went to hug Ingrid. 

“Don’t do anything stupid,” you smirked at that. “I can’t promise you anything; just make sure Mapi doesn’t replace me.” 

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“Did you eat my candy again?” "No,” Leah scoffed, tackling you. "Yes, you did,” you grunted, shoving her. "No, I didn't.”

Three months have passed, and you were still struggling a bit. Thankfully for you, you had Leah there to knock sense into you and give you comfort when you really needed it. 

You still hadn’t gotten into contact with Alexia; when you left, she was finally able to heal. You got updates through Mapi, who told you how Alexia was traveling a lot now with her family. 

You realized all you were doing was holding her back from doing that stuff. Alexia had always talked about traveling the world with you, just the two of you. 

You grabbed your phone, you hated how you still thought about her. You redownloaded Instagram and went straight to her account. You teared up as you looked at all her posts. She looked so happy. 

She was never that happy around you; she was always worried you would go off and do something stupid. She never got any sleep waiting for you when you went out, knowing you would end up calling her in a couple of hours to pick you up. 

“You shouldn’t do that to yourself." Leah told you as she watched you go to the photos. “I miss her.” 

Leah said nothing, simply hugging you close and letting you cry. “I didn’t deserve her, Leah.”

You didn’t deserve Alexia Putellas, and you hoped one day she would find the love she truly does deserve. 

[wileys-russo]

they should have taken Mapi to Mexico for a little birthday trip even if she didn’t play - Happy birthday to the ultimate brick wall golden retriever lesbian 💛💛💛

[leahwllmsn]

loss of my life III

alexia putellas x reader

Alexia goes to Mapi and Ingrid's house-warming party.

part of the loml series

; angst

Alexia arrives with Alba by her side, a last minute effort in order to not come alone. She can hear the music and the chatter that is happening inside Mapi and Ingrid’s new place. She stares at the entrance and wonders once again if this is a good idea, because as much as she wants to see you, she doesn’t have a good feeling about this. 

Alba nudges her slowly, “Should we go back?”

Alexia shakes her head, “No, it’s okay. Let’s go.” She grabs her sister’s hand and walks towards the entrance. 

Her plans once inside are to: 1) look for Mapi and Ingrid, 2) avoid you as much as possible, 3) if she sees you, she will walk in the other direction, 4) not run into you. 

Alexia’s mind is playing a thousand different scenarios of things that can go wrong tonight—she knows she shouldn’t, it'll just make her even more nervous—but she can’t help it. She loves to overthink.

Alba squeezes her hand and it snaps Alexia out of her thoughts, “Hermana, don’t think too much.”

Alexia chuckles nervously, “I’m not thinking anything.”

Alba gives her an amused look and taps Alexia’s forehead, “You are thinking too hard, stop furrowing your brows.”

Alexia sighs, “Let’s just get this over with.”

“C’mon, where’s that beautiful smile of yours?” Alba teases her sister, to which Alexia rolls her eyes, a smile finally on her face.

“I’m gonna head to the restroom real quick. Do you want to come with me or will you be okay?” Alba asks.

Alexia lets go of her hands and gives her a reassuring smile, “I’ll be fine.”

As Alba goes her way, Alexia steps further into the house. Once she’s inside the living room, she can see the big ‘Happy Birthday Y/N’ banner, and she suddenly feels sick. How can she forget that it’s your birthday today? 

This will be the first time she forgets your birthday in all the years of knowing you. Alexia never missed a birthday. She was always there to celebrate it with you. Alexia knows that once you two broke-up, she has to pretend that today is just an ordinary day and not a day that she used to look forward to because it was the day that the love of her life was born (and that was a good day because she got to remind you how thankful she was that you were there in the world and in Alexia’s life).

Well. Turns out Alexia doesn’t have to pretend because it slips her mind completely.

Now, the reality that you’re no longer a part of her life settles in and Alexia has to swallow the fact that someone else is doing all the special things that Alexia used to do. Someone else gets to wake you up with the homemade cake they tried to bake in the early hours of the morning. Someone else gets to kiss you and sing happy birthday in an off-key way that makes you laugh until your stomach hurts. Someone else gets to see you close your eyes as you make your wish and blow the candles (you would always say your wish out loud even though Alexia always scolded you because you were definitely jinxing it).

That person is no longer Alexia and the thought makes her want to run back home and lay in bed and bury herself in her sorrow. 

She’s about to tell Alba just that when the person she wishes to avoid appears in front of her.

“Hey, you okay?” you speak in a voice so soft, Alexia used to think that you reserve that speaking voice only for her. 

You’re staring at her with the eyes Alexia used to stare into every night. She stares back at you and even though it sounds cliché, it really feels like there’s no one else in the room but the two of you.

If it isn’t for another blonde figure appearing beside you, Alexia would forget that in this lifetime, you’re no longer hers. 

Alexia glances to your right and there she is. Your new girlfriend, instantly wrapping her arms around your waist as if it’s second nature.

It used to be second nature to Alexia too. That used to be Alexia pressing a gentle kiss on the side of your head, silently reassuring you that she was there because she knew you were uncomfortable.

That is what you’re feeling right now: uncomfortable. Alexia can tell. It’s probably due to the fact that your ex-girlfriend and your current girlfriend are having a staring contest.

Alexia forces the bitter feeling that starts to creep in. She forces a smile and croaks out, “Happy birthday.” 

You try to smile back at her. You’re failing miserably but no one else but Alexia can tell. “Thank you. I feel bad for stealing Mapi and Ingrid’s thunder, but they insist on putting that banner up there.”

Alexia is about to reply when Leah jumps in. “Good to see you again, Alexia.” Leah extends her hand for Alexia to shake. 

Alexia stares at the outstretched hand, silently wondering whether just turning around and leaving would be considered rude. She finally takes Leah’s hand, firmly gripping it. “Hi. Good to see you, Leah,” that’s a lie, obviously. “Off the field this time.”

(If Leah complains about how Alexia squeezes her hand with more strength than necessary… no she didn’t).

Alexia turns her gaze back to you. “I’m… going to look for Mapi and Ingrid. And Alba too, she’s here somewhere.” Alexia doesn’t like that she’s standing there, being a third wheel. She doesn’t like that she feels so out of place.

“They’re in the kitchen,” Leah supplies. Alexia wants to scowl at her because who the hell asked her? But Alexia keeps her cool. For you.

“Thanks,” Alexia says instead. “Happy birthday, once again. I hope you have a good one.”

Alexia leaves before she can hear your reply.

And once she’s far enough, Alexia can’t help but to turn back to glance at you.

It’s a habit that she liked to do, to make sure that you were okay once she left you alone.

But when she sees that you’re not alone, that you have your hands around Leah’s neck, laughing that bright smile of yours, Alexia doesn’t know that she can feel pain like this.

Leah kisses your cheek and you smile even more. You bring your hands to rest on her face and give her a kiss on the lips.

Alexia swallows the sinking feeling in her chest and tries to not let any tears fall. 

Is it wrong for Alexia to feel so hurt when you’re clearly happy with someone else?

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Alexia is enjoying the party. Sort of. She gets to meet people she hasn't seen in a while—so that’s good. The other side to it is that she gets a glance of you once in a while—which isn’t so good. 

The urge to just wrap you up in a hug is getting stronger and Alexia blames the alcohol, really. 

She holds on to Alba’s hand the entire night, which might be the only thing keeping her from going insane with the range of emotions she’s going through.

It’s been a few hours since she’s here, and Alexia is currently sitting at the dining table, Alba next to her having a deep conversation with Jana.

Alexia can’t be bothered to join in, her left hand busy scrolling through her phone. She doesn’t know how she ends up on your Instagram profile.

Alexia scrolls further enough that she finally recognizes the pictures in your feed—the pictures taken when you were still together.

It’s the fact that there was once a picture of Alexia in between those series of pictures that stills her motion. She still follows you, she sees your posts once in a while. But Alexia never really bothered to stalk your old posts.

She knows that you must’ve already deleted any traces of your relationship—Alexia did the same, so who is she to judge? But still, actually seeing it was painful. How the selfie you two took together was no longer there, or the many photo dumps of Alexia that you liked to post all taken down… it hurts more than Alexia wants to admit.

She knows she has no more right to feel this way. She was the one who ended the relationship. She has to live with the consequences.

Alexia gets up and excuses herself. She needs some fresh air. She can’t keep feeling like this. Why is she feeling so dejected? She had lived a year without you—a miserable one, but she pushed through nonetheless.

She had been fine. Now after getting to see you again, she’s reminded of the feeling she gets whenever you’re around and she craves that more than anything.

She takes the stairs to the second floor and locates a door to the balcony that she passed by earlier during the night. She pushes the door open, expecting to be alone, but instead, she sees a figure leaning against the railing, staring out at the night sky.

“Y/N?”

As soon as Alexia calls out your name, you jump and turn around.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” Alexia turns sheepish, stepping closer to you. “What are you doing out here? Surely the birthday girl shouldn’t be here all alone.”

You smile at that, and even in the darkness you’re still so beautiful. “I just need some quiet for a bit.”

Alexia joins you on the railing, your shoulders inches apart. “Me too,” Alexia replies.

“Are you okay?” you question, the second time tonight, always with the ability to notice Alexia’s sour mood before anyone else. Even though Alexia is staring straight ahead, she can see you’re looking at her. That makes her nervous.

“Could be better.”

Alexia turns to meet your gaze. Maybe that was too honest. You two haven’t spoken for so long, it’s your birthday, Alexia shouldn’t dump her problems on you.

But when Alexia wants to take back her words, you sigh. “Yeah, I feel you.”

Alexia raises her eyebrow at your answer. “It’s your birthday.” 

“I know, but...” you trail off, giving her a wistful smile. “I used to love my birthday, you obviously know that. I think… I think what made it even more special was that it was our anniversary too.”

Alexia’s eyes widen for a split second, not expecting you to be brutally honest.

“After you left,” you take a deep breath, as if the reminder is still too much to say out loud. “I dread this day. It’s my birthday but it was our anniversary too. For four years. The whole day, I kept on getting reminded of the past.”

Alexia doesn’t know what to say to that. How do you even respond to something like that? “Y/N…”

“I didn’t even know you’d be here. I figured you’d skip, like usual. But here you are.” You start to fiddle with your fingers and Alexia wants nothing more than to grab them and hold them tight.

“I’m sorry.”

You ignore her apology and continue to speak, “I’ll be okay again—I was okay. I’ve dealt with the fallout of our relationship, of our failed engagement. I just need a moment to myself.”

Alexia doesn’t know how her heart managed to keep on beating with the amount of pain it’s in. And she’s pretty sure that what she’s feeling is only a fraction of it, she knows some of her hurt is still locked away, waiting to be felt later when she’s all alone.

Alexia feels suffocated, not knowing what to say or do next. You stay silent too, maybe regretting your words. 

Before it gets worse, Alexia decides it’ll be better to go. ”I’ll just… I’ll just go, I think.”

She’s about to walk away when your small voice stops her in her tracks, “Why’d you always leave, Ale?”

Alexia turns towards you. You, who are still looking out into the city, your hands dangling over the railing. You, who are so breathtakingly beautiful behind the night stars.

“What?”

You shrug. “Nothing. Forget it.”

“Y/N,” Alexia’s voice is soft but firm. “What do you mean?”

You turn to look at the blonde, now face-to-face with each other. You sigh and cross your arms. “I didn’t want you to go, you know. I know that you kissed someone else or whatever, but I was willing to forgive you,” you take a step forward. “Four years, Alexia. We were together for four long years.” Another step. “The next day you were all packed up and ready to leave. You left me there, all alone in our apartment. You left me. I didn’t even know what I did wrong.”

The close proximity is making Alexia’s head spin. Everything around her is you. Her senses are full of you, you, you.

Alexia manages to find her voice, even though she doesn’t know what the right words to say at this moment will be. “We had to break up, amor.”

You laugh and place your hands on your face, “No one told you to do that! Maybe I’m the fool—the idiot for still wanting you even though you hurt me so much.”

That’s when Alexia smells the strong alcohol in your breath. It’s no wonder that you’re being too honest, you always tend to do that with alcohol flowing in your system. 

You lift your head and stare right at Alexia. You step forward one more time. This time, you’re so close that Alexia can feel your breathing. Your lips are inches away and it’s taking all of her willpower to not lean forward and close the gap between you. 

You have a girlfriend, Alexia can’t do it. It won’t be right.

“What’s the real reason you broke up with me, Alexia? You never really explained. I deserve the explanation, don’t you think?”

Alexia thinks that there’s no harm in telling you. You do deserve to know, and you're drunk enough to not remember this conversation, Alexia is sure about that. 

“…I felt suffocated, okay? You were too good for me,” Alexia gulps, your stare is intense. “You were too perfect. I’m not. I didn’t want to… to taint you. But I don’t know anymore, Y/N. Everyday without you feels like torture. Nothing is making sense anymore.” She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes before speaking her next words. “I think I’m still in love with you.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” 

Yeah. Maybe Alexia shouldn’t have said that, she doesn’t know what’s going through her mind. The look in your eyes—full of anguish, of anger, Alexia knows she should’ve shut up, but she doesn’t know how to climb up from the hole she dug herself into anymore. She’s so tired. “No.”

You scoff. “Jesus. What the hell, Alexia. You broke up with me.”

“I know.”

“And now you regret it,” you laugh again, the spiteful kind, throwing your hands in the air in exasperation. “So now what? You expect me to come crawling back to you?” you say in an accusatory tone.

“No—”

“I have Leah.”

Alexia hates the reminder. “I know you do.”

“Then? You broke up with me, I found someone else, I’m happy with someone else, then a year later you’re telling me you’re still in love with me?”

“I know this must be—”

“I don’t love you anymore, Alexia! So just… stay away from me. Please.”

That’s the final stab to Alexia’s heart. She should’ve expected it, cornering you like that and admitting that to you… Alexia doesn’t know how she’s come to this, to become this awful person who’s done nothing but hurt you.

Tears start to blur her vision and she feels like she can’t breathe. “I’m sorry,” there’s nothing else Alexia can offer aside from her apologies.

“Please, Ale. Just let me be happy. I’ve moved on from you. You should do the same.”

Alexia nods and wipes the tears that are falling down her cheeks. You’re staring at her, but Alexia can’t read you anymore. You look… sad, dejected, but Alexia doesn’t know why you would feel that way.

You’re happier now. With Leah. 

Alexia gives you a weak smile, “I’m sorry, I really am.” She holds your hand, for the last time ever. “Happy birthday. I hope you learn to love your birthdays again.”

Then Alexia leaves.

[pelova4president]

Blind date

Fridolina Rölfo x Reader

summary~ When your bestfriend asks you to go on a date with a girl she knows for the hundredth time, you finally agree. You didn’t know the girl and you definitely wouldn’t have known what the future held for the two of you.

When you agreed to go on a blind date, one that your bestfriend had set up you didn’t expect it to turn out like this.

When Mapi, your bestfriend since forever told you she knew a nice girl that you’d like you were a bit sceptical. Mapi had sent you on a few blind dates and the girls she chose were all a bit.. different. One of the girl she set you up with had told you about her collection of used socks while another girl tried to get you to go horse riding with her in Brazil, you had just met her.

To be fair, a few of the girls were okay. They were nice but that was it, nothing more than a friendship at most.

Mapi knew you were hopelessly single. You complained to her almost everyday. ‘I just want to have a girlfriend, i wouldn’t have to be a third wheel with you and Ingrid all the time’ and ‘I want a girlfriend for my birthday’ while looking at a couple that walked by.

Your bestfriend wanted nothing more than to see you happy but she was out of girls to set you up with. Luckily she had her girlfriend who did know someone that would be interested.

When Ingrid had suggested her bestfriend and their teammate, Fridolina Rölfo, Mapi was a little taken aback. “Since when does Frido like girls?” she asked her girlfriend. Ingrid shrugged, “I don’t know, since always. Besides, y/n is exactly Frido’s type.”.

And just like that, you ended up in a Greek restaurant a few blocks away from your apartment. Mapi had told you about the girl. She was a footballer, just like your bestfriend and ‘just your type’ Mapi had said. The only instructions you got were ‘be there at 8 and wear something… a bit more revealing but still acceptable you know. I’ll text you the adress.’.

It had already been 8, it had been for about ten minutes now. When the waiter came over to you to ask what you wanted to drink you ordered a mojito. A little alcohol for courage.

It was about ten minutes later, 8.20 pm when your date decided to arrive.

You saw a tall blonde women walk in, she was beautiful and indeed your type. While your eyes were glued to her dress, her big blues were watching you. The Swede walked over to your table and offered her hand. That took you out of your trance and you shook her hand. “Hi, you must be y/n, i’m Frido.” she said in an insanely attractive voice. “Uh- yeah, that’s me. Hi Frido.” you waved dumbly.

She found it rather adorable and laughed at your shyness. “I’m sorry for being late, training took longer than expected.” Frido apologised.

Talking to the Swede you found out that she played with your bestfriend. You knew some of the girls Maria played with but those were mostly Spanish girls. Not being too interested in football you never really watched any of Maria’s games.

Frido had played for Bayern and Wolfsburg, in Germany for a few years and played for Sweden’s National team.

The footballer that sat in front of you was confident, flirty and sweet. She made you blush with every flirtatious comment she made. “You have beautiful eyes.” she complimented. Your cheeks were beyond red when the two of you finally asked for the bill. Frido insisted on paying since she wanted to ‘invest’ in your connection.

There was a hand on the small of your back when you exited the restaurant. “I don’t really want this date to end.” you whispered softly. The Swedish footballer beamed at that, “Me neither, we could take a walk or.. i could take you to mine?” she suggested.

You really liked Frido, more than you’ve ever liked one of your dates. Did she just wanna have sex and move on or was she really interested in another date? You were silent, thinking about Frido’s intentions.

“We don’t have to do anything. You could just come over for a drink and i’ll drive you home after.” Frido told you. She didn’t want you to think she only wanted to have an one night stand.

After agreeing to her last offer, you stepped into her car. Frido was holding the car door open like a real gentlewomen. She drove a nice black car, just like you would expect. It suited her.

The car ride was nice, there was music on and you had a lighthearted conversation. You told Frido about your workplans and how you would love to go to Sweden sometime. “I’ll take you sometime. I know the best places so you’ll need me as your tour guide.” she said, placing her hand on your thigh. You looked down at her hand and began to blush, again. “I’d love that.” you answered nervously.

When you arrived at Frido’s apartment it shocked you at how beautiful her apartment had been styled. It was so her. Frido took your jacket and hung it up. “What would you like to drink?” she asked you, walking towards her kitchen island.

“I’ll have some white wine, please.”, you sat down in front of her. She placed the white wine and a glass of water for herself on the marble counter. You looked a bit confused at that. “I’ll have to drive you home safely, baby.” she answered confidently. The nickname made your cheeks heat up and you nodded understandingly.

The rest of night went smoothly and just how you’d like it to go. Frido was a charmer and eventually got a kiss out of you. “You’re a really good kisser, i might need another kiss now.” she smirked at you. Giving her an innocent kiss on her cheek you grabbed your jacket. “I’ll give you another on our next date.” you winked confidently, the alcohol had finally began to sink in.

Frido grabbed her jacket and drove you home.

You got a text the next morning.

Frido <3

I had a really good time yesterday.

You

Me too, you’re a real charmer.

Frido <3

Glad to know i charmed you baby.

I’m playing tomorrow, would you like to come and watch?

You

Yeah sure, text me the details.

You never really went to football games. You could’ve if you wanted, your bestfriend plays for the best women’s team in the world right now. It was never really appealing to you, watching twenty-two people run after a ball for ninety minutes. But now that Frido’s playing it’s another story.

You drove to the stadium and got guided to the family and friends section. Having been there once or twice for Mapi’s games you already knew some of the people there.

When the game ended, Barcelona winning 6-0 like any other game, Frido walked into the lounge. She had just showered and put her hair into a messy bun, looking attractive as can be. She walked over to you and gave you a hug. Inhaling her vanilla scent you smiled against her neck.

“Would you go with me if i said that i have a little surprise planned for you?” Frido whispered in your ear. You looked at her, a little smile creeping up on your face. “Hmm, don’t know… i don’t really like surprises.” you said teasingly.

The blonde laughed, “Hmm, too bad for you. I’ve already got it ready so you’ll need to go.” she said with a smirk.

That’s how you ended up at her place, again. She had a little cooking date planned. Frido was romantic, sweet and everything you could’ve hoped for.

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When you came home later that night you knew that it was her. Although you didn’t want to admit it to Mapi, Frido was the girl you liked, maybe even loved.

You texted her constantly and whenever Frido wasn’t at training you would go on dates or just stay in. The only disadvantage was that Frido was travelling, constantly. It was hard to have a bestfriend that was travelling all over the world but someone you were dating would be even worse. So when the Swedish forward was out of Barcelona you tried to facetime every moment you could.

It was going fast and you were falling in love with her even faster. It was when you reached the two months mark of ‘dating’ that everything went crashing down.

Frido didn’t respond to your texts anymore and she didn’t pick up your calls. She was ghosting you.

What did you do? Did you go too fast? Were you too clingy? Maybe too distant? Was it because you’re not a footballer?

After days of being an absolute wreck you decided that you should go out. If Frido didn’t want you, you didn’t want her.

The bar wasn’t exactly a bar you would go to but it would do. It was a bit more crowded and bigger than what you’d normally go for.

A few drinks in you were determined to dance. It was a you night, you deserved to enjoy yourself.

When you turned around to get another drink you saw a few women walk in. Some of the Barca girls walked into the bar, a Swede included. You turned around immediately and started to dance again. A man walked up to you, took your hips in his hands and started dancing with you.

You didn’t exactly like it but you wanted to make Frido jealous, to let her see what she was missing and that you could move on too. You didn’t need her.

Frido saw you the moment she walked in and she didn’t like the way that man was holding you, not at all. You were hers, why were you acting like this?

The man turned you around and leaned in to kiss you when a hand yanked him away. “What the fuck is your problem?” he yelled. Frido shoved him away, “Stay the fuck away from her, she’s not yours.”. The man walked away and the defender turned her head to look at you just to see you walk away from her, towards the toilets.

You didn’t know what her problem was. Why was she ghosting you one moment and the other she’s acting like your girlfriend. And even now, she’s following you.

“What the fuck do you want Frido?” you said annoyed. “Y/n, what’s your problem? I thought we had something.” she replied equally annoyed. You scoffed at her, “One moment i think you might be the love of my life and you’re literally perfect and the other you fucking ghost me. How would you think i’d react, just wait around until you decide that you want to talk to me again?”.

Everything clicked in that moment. Frido knew why you acted like you did. But wait, ‘One moment i think you might be the love of my life’?.

“You really think that i might be the love of your life?” the blonde asked.

“That’s not what i’m saying Frido. You fucking ghosted me.” you said placing your point finger on her chest. “Oh fuck, yeah but let me explain. When we were in Italy, just before the first game, Lucy dropped my phone into the pool. I couldn’t get a new one since we were practically in the middle of nowhere. We didn’t have time to drive three hours to get a new one. I’m sorry but i sent you a letter, i thought it’d be romantic, i hoped it would arrive but it clearly didn’t.” she explained.

You sighed and took your finger down to hug her. She laughed and closed her arms around you. “It’s not funny. I was worried and i thought you didn’t want to talk to me anymore. I’m still mad at you.” you whispered against her chest. “I would always want to talk to you, you know that. But about earlier, you kinda said you loved me.” she said softly. You pushed her and looked up, “Is that literally the only thing you’re thinking right now? Yeah i love you, wasn’t that obvious. I wouldn’t keep talking to someone that was everywhere but near me if i didn’t love them.”.

Frido looked down at you and kissed your lips gently, “i love you too.”. You stood up on your toes, silently asking for another kiss. “I believe it’s your turn to ask me something now, then you’ll get a kiss” Frido said. “Alright then… Clumsy, romantic, arrogant but sweet sweet Fridolina, will you be my girlfriend?” you asked her with pouting lips.

“Ofcourse i’ll be your girlfriend, took you long enough to ask.” she said softly, leaning in to give you your kiss. “You ask next time then.” you whispered against her lips.

Ingrid walked into the bathroom and stood there, eyes wide and mouth agape. “Ingrid, why ar- Oooh, so it did work out hmm.” Mapi said, making you realise that the door had been opened. Both of you stood there awkwardly while your bestfriend and her lover looked at you. “See, I said that they’d work out, i know my girls.” Ingrid said smugly. Frido rolled her eyes and walked out, taking you with her.

You’d been living your WAG life for about a year and a half when Frido took you to Sweden, just like she had promised you on your first date. You finally got to meet her family and see the country that she grew up in and loved so much.

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Frido had planned the whole trip. She finally had some time off. The World Cup had exhausted her and you knew it. She did everything she could but her team ended third. You were so proud of her but she couldn’t help but be a little disappointed, this was just another ‘almost a winner’ prize.

She needed to take her mind off football, she needed you and her family. The both of you had tried for a baby. The first two attempts were unsuccessful and it really got into your mind so the both of you decided to stop testing daily. Little did your lover know that just a few days after the last World Cup game, you got the two stripes. You were pregnant.

You wanted nothing but to tell her, she’d be so happy. But you needed to find a special moment. The Swede had planned a date night and you thought that that’d be the perfect moment to give her the news.

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You were amazed by the set-up in front of you. She’s always been a romantic. You had to wipe a tear away and Frido chuckled at that.

When the both of you were sat and Frido told you about her niece and how she absolutely adored you, you decided to tell her the news.

“I’m sure our baby would adore you too babe. You’ll just have to wait a few months.” you smiled. Your lovers smile dropped. She was shocked to say the least. “You mean it? Are you really pregnant?” she asked with glassy eyes. You nodded yes and the tears were already running down your cheeks. “We’re really gonna be moms? Am i gonna be a mamma?” you nodded again. She stood up and gave you a hug and a kiss on your forehead.

When she let you go, she got down on one knee. She opened a little wooden box. “I don’t think i’ll ever get a better moment to do this. You’re sweet, caring and really really beautiful. I love you and even though i can be a little uh- clumsy sometimes i’ll do my very best for our little family, will you marry me?” she asked looking up with hopeful blue eyes. You leaned down to kiss her and whispered “Oh Frido, ofcourse.”.

fridolinarolfo, y/n_y/l/n

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two in one 🍼💍

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ingrid_engen so so much happiness

marialeonn16 told you you’d like her

↳ y/n_y/l/n yeah yeah whatever

aitanabonmati 😍😍

lucybronze sorry not sorry about the phone

↳ fridolinarolfo ��

fcbfemeni 🍼❤️💙

wosowonze they’re so cute!!

ch3ls3a how did they keep this secret for so long

Frido was there the whole pregnancy, except for when she was away for games. Luckily you didn’t have any big symptoms, everything went fine. If you craved something Frido would take a quick trip to she store, if you wanted to cuddle she would wrap her arms around as soon as possible. All you needed was some support.

When you were 37 weeks pregnant Frido took some time off. She wanted to be there when you’d give birth to your baby. And it was probably the best she did because when the both of you were sat on the couch, watching her team play, your water broke.

You laid on top of your fiancé, your head in the crook of her neck. She felt the wetness on her pants and looked down, immediately in panic mode. “Babe, i think your uh- water broke.” she whisper yelled. You sat up, inspecting the wet spot, you were definitely giving birth today.

Frido lifted you up bridal style and laid you down in the back of her car. “Fuck baby, i’m driving as fast as i can okay.” she yelled. You weren’t half as stressed as she was. “Yeah baby, it’s gonna be alright.” you assured her as if she was the one giving birth.

Just like how she got you into the car she carried you into the hospital.

The birth of your baby girl was fast. She was out within an hour. Frido almost passed out and needed to sit down to hold her. She was just like Frido, a little Swede. Her little blonde hairs and big blue eyes had the both of you mesmerised. She really was a little angel.

fridolinarolfo, y/n_y/l/n

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little Freja Ingrid Maria Rölfo 🤍

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ingrid_engen still can’t believe you named her after us 🥹

marialeonn16 tía más orgullosa ❤️

swewnt 💛💙

amandailestedt can’t wait to meet her

magdalenaeriksson16 little freja ❤️

janafernandez3 preciosa niña pequeña

lucybronze you’re gonna be the craziest moms and i’ll be the cool aunt 😎

samkerrr1244 she has the world at her feet already

fr1dooo they’re milfs fr

Frido loved your little girl. She was everything the two of you could’ve wished for. Frido spent as much time with you and your daughter as she could, when your fiancé had to go on long trips it was likely you and Freja would join.

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Freja was a little monster, she loved to be naughty. From the moment she could walk she would run away, making it hard to catch her. Freja loved watching her mommy play football and often wanted to join, even when the team was doing a warm-up for a big game. One time she actually escaped and ran to your lover on the field. Frido picked her up and let her play with one of the footballs for a bit before Mapi and Ingrid picked her up.

Your bestfriend and her lover were obsessed with your girl. They had her over for little sleepovers whenever they could and Freja loved Mapi’s cat. Ingrid liked to bake with the little monster but that often ended up with the whole kitchen, including Freja, under the flour.

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Frido also loved to dress your daughter. The little outfits she put together were ridiculously cute. Freja had a big opinion for such a little girl so it was a huge win when she approved of the outfit her mamma had picked out for her.

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You adored your little family. They were a little weird and clumsy but still, perfect. Never in a million years would you have thought that you’d gotten this out of a silly blind date.

fridolinarolfo, y/n_y/l/n

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big year, bigger years ahead.

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marialeonn16 can’t wait to see my little niña again

alexiaputellas she’s so big already 🥹

aitanabonmati ❤️❤️

ingrid_engen i’ll have to come to Sweden to see her for New Year’s!!

swewnt happy new year 💙💛🥹

sw3denw0s0 Freja needs to play for Sweden too!!

ars3nalwomen11 Frido should come to Arsenal next season

wosonr12 their little family is everything!!

A/N Frido is so stockholm aesthetic and pinterest coded. Happy early new year to everyone and thank you for reading my fics, i’ve started posting like twenty days ago and the support has been amazing <3

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✨Happy 29th birthday to Barça Femení's Mapi León !✨

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How cute is this 🥹🩷

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Mapi singing happy birthday to Ingrid is the best thing I hear today💖

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Scary

Several things go amiss during an El Clásico, but it is nothing that cannot be fixed with a little love and bravery.

(a/n: This might be a stretch to the imagination, but let’s just pretend that all the RM/Barcelona games are played at bigger stadiums in this universe. Also Marta Cardona still plays at RM in this as well, because I said so <3)

Ingrid and Mapi had made a small list of rules regarding their daughter when she was born. Some of them included things like: 

4. She would not attend any games at stadiums bigger than Johan Cryuff until she was three years old. 

7. She would never go to a Spain camp or a Spanish national team game unless situations change drastically. 

12. She would take turns being their mascot, unless it was a big event for one of their teammates, and they wanted Elena as their mascot. 

All of them had been good additions to the list, and they had stuck to their guns on it. They were made for her safety, to make sure that she wasn’t overwhelmed or overstimulated as a young child, or put in situations that could negatively affect her as such a young child. They did not regret their choices, but it did lend itself to an interesting situation just a few weeks after Elena’s third birthday. 

Ever since she had been born, all of the Barcelona vs. Real Madrid games had been played at large arenas, beyond the capacity that they wanted Elena to experience at such a young age. And just as they said, the toddler had never been to a Spain national team camp or game. She readily came to the Norwegian camps and games, but Mapi strictly forbade her from coming to Spains. 

When the Spanish defender had made the decision to go back to the Spanish national team, it wasn’t something she had taken lightly. But Pina and Patri wished to go back, and the brunette both wanted to protect her friends, and play for her country again. 

But hell would freeze over before she let her baby anywhere near that environment, near the coaches and structures that had played a hand in so much abuse, both physically and mentally. 

It was better for Elena this way, and Mapi preferred it that way. But it also meant that several of the Real Madrid girls who Mapi wasn’t necessarily as close with, had never met Elena. 

So when El Clásico is scheduled for early January at Lluís Companys Olympic Stadium, the mothers realize that it will be their first time getting to bring Elena to such an event. She had just turned three a few weeks ago, and they figured it was as good of a time as any to introduce her to the environment of a larger game, still safe with the two of them. 

And as it turned out, Mapi was the one who got Elena as her mascot that day. Which meant that early in January, the center back stood in the starting eleven lineup with her daughter on her hip, bouncing her lightly as they waited to walk out onto the pitch. 

Elena was slightly overstimulated, the roar of the crowd outside of the tunnel and the sheer size of the place around her slightly overwhelming for the young girl, so she was happy to cling to her mother’s side. She looked around at everything for a while, before settling on waving back at her Mama, who was standing in line behind her, holding the hand of another little boy. 

Mapi waved forward at Misa Rodríguez and Marta Cardona, who were both pointing at Elena with excitement. The Barcelona defender smiled, rubbing her daughter’s back up and down softly as she nodded - confirming that the two players would get to meet the little girl today. 

But it’s an exchange Elena misses entirely, only focusing fully back on her Mami when the players begin to walk out to the stadium properly. 

It’s an early evening game, the sun just beginning to set as Mapi tickles Elena’s stomach as they walk out, pointing at all the fans and explaining everything to her daughter. The little girl tucks herself into the smaller defenders side, happily pressed up against Mapi as she takes everything in, curious if not a little anxious. 

It’s the biggest environment she’s ever been in, but Mapi finds that their daughter settles quite quickly, waving at all the people as they stand in a line. 

“Hola!” Elena calls out happily, and the brunette smiles as many of the fans wave back, well aware of who was in the defender's arms. 

“I love you mi sol,” Mapi murmurs, pressing a kiss to her daughter's temple before she passes the little one to Irene, who would not be playing in the match, but rather resting. Ingrid comes over to kiss Elena’s forehead once before she runs toward the backline, leaving Mapi to jog after her, still looking at their daughter. 

“Adios Mami, good luck!” Elena called out as Irene carted her away, remaining happily placed in the older defender's arms for the remainder of the game. 

The game doesn’t end up being too hard of a match for Barcelona, with a scoreline of 5-0 in their favor. Ingrid had even scored one of their goals, a header off of a corner set piece they had played. 

When the final whistle blew, Irene released Elena and watched carefully as she ran straight to Ingrid, who was closer to the little girl than her wife. The Norwegian turned easily, opening her arms as she crouched down, scooping the toddler up into her arms and pressing kisses all over her head. 

“You won!” Elena cheered as she giggled, and Ingrid nodded, sweaty and tired but excited nonetheless. It had been a good match, and the crowd was rowdy and roaring around them, clearly equally as elated with the win. 

“We did!” Ingrid responded happily as she bounced her daughter on her hip, clapping her hands together as best as she could as she held her daughter, looking around at her teammates with a big smile on her face. 

The Norwegian headed toward the bench, intent on getting some water, when she was intercepted by one of the staff members. 

“They need you for media,” she explained with a grimace, her voice urgent, and the dark haired woman nodded her head in understanding as she looked quickly toward her wife. The Spaniard was standing off toward their bench, talking to some teammates. 

“Of course, let me just do a hand off real quick,” Ingrid explained, rushing over to place Elena down a few paces from where Mapi’s back was turned to them, as she hears her name being called more urgently. “You go over to Mami, okay Elena?” Ingrid explained as she brushed the little girl's sandy blonde curls back, and she received a small nod in response from her daughter. 

“María!” Ingrid called out as she turned around, running over to where they needed her for media. But just as she called out and turned away, Mapi started walking forward, away from her daughter as she was called to meet with one of the staff members. Ingrid’s call for her wife is lost in the crowd, and suddenly Elena is left standing on the sidelines of the pitch, with neither of her parents really in sight. 

The little girl looks around, hoping that someone in her Mami and Mama’s team will notice her standing all alone, but everyone is distracted. And the loud, rambunctious crowd that she didn’t mind so much when her Mami was by her side, suddenly seemed much scarier than it had a minute ago to the toddler. 

Elena doesn’t know this stadium like she does Johan Cryuff, but there are similarities. She turns around, eyeing the tunnel that she finds similar to the one in Johan, and she makes a run for it, weaving through legs in her quest to get to somewhere a little more quiet and contained. 

Once she gets there, she realizes that she’s maybe made a bit of a mistake. Because suddenly nothing really looks familiar, and the young girl struggles with what to do. At Johan, you turned right to get to the Barcelona changing room, so that’s exactly what she does. 

The little girl is near close to tears, and desperately hoping that she’ll stumble across the locker room, or one of the Barcelona players that she knows. She’s simply kept walking, going down hallway after hallway, trying to find something or someone familiar. By the time she decides that she should turn back around, she’s so lost she doesn’t know how to get back out to the field, and there are tears beginning to brim in her eyes. 

Elena comes to a halt in one of the intersections of a hallway as she realizes that she just wants her Mami and Mama, and she doesn’t know what to do. She isn’t the type to wander off, and she’s never been lost like this before. Armed with exactly no experience or skills in coping with such overwhelming feelings, the little girl can do nothing but burst into tears, which stream down her cheeks at a rapid pace as she stands there helplessly. 

Misa had been pacing up and down an abandoned hallway in Lluís Companys, staving off tears of her own, her face red as tears brimmed in her eyes. She was frustrated with her performance, with her team's performance, and she needed a second to calm herself down before talking to her teammates or the press, she had decided. 

What she didn’t expect, however, was to hear someone else burst into tears, in what sounded like the hallway down from her. Misa pauses, confused by how high pitched and small the noise sounded. It didn’t sound like one of her teammates, and when she rounds the corner, she is entirely unprepared for what she finds. 

There is a toddler, a little girl standing alone in the completely empty hallway, her shoulders heaving with the force of her cries, her hands covering her face. She has a little Barcelona kit top on, with the number 23 on it but the last name León across it. The Madridista immediately knows who it is, but what she doesn’t quite understand is why Mapi León and Ingrid Engen’s daughter is sitting in the middle of a hallway on the away side of the stadium. 

“Niña? Elena?” Misa calls out softly, walking toward the little girl, who looks up at her when she hears her name called. 

Elena looks up, finding a woman she doesn’t know walking toward her, and the first emotion that pours through her is fear. The woman is tall, like Mama, but her face is flushed and she’s wearing an alarmingly bright red jersey and shorts that the young girl doesn’t recognize. Her hands are large, considering that they are encased in goalkeeper gloves, but Elena doesn’t quite realize they are just gloves in her stressed state. 

All she registers is that there is a large, unknown woman walking toward her with big, scary hands, and if she was panicked before, it was nothing compared to now. She lets out a fearful squeak as she cowers from Misa, taking several unsteady steps back. 

“Hey, it’s okay, I am not going to hurt you niña,” Misa promises, even though she herself is cringing at her words. She’s never felt more like a child predator than in this moment, despite her intentions being more than pure. The goalkeeper had been excited to meet Elena, even more so after the loss, honestly. All of the girls often spoke about how much they adored the little girl, how smiley and kind she was. Misa felt like she could use just a little bit of that energy after the frustrating loss. 

And here the smiley little girl was, trying to get away from Misa because she was scared of her. It cracked the Spaniard’s heart right in half, and if she wasn’t upset before, she most definitely was now. 

Elena looked behind herself, finally and thankfully spotting a familiar face that had just turned toward the hallway toward the two of them. The Spaniard and Norwegian’s daughter ran as fast as her little legs could carry her, beelining for the Barcelona player who had just turned the corner with Marta and Olga next to her. 

Salma had just been coming back to talk to Misa with Marta when all the sudden she felt something slam into her legs, nearly sending her toppling over. 

“What the hell—o Elena!” Salma quickly corrected, trying to take in the scene in front of her with complete confusion. The little girl was cowering behind Salma’s legs, holding onto the forward for dear life, practically shaking. Salma instinctively placed her hand over the little girl’s hair, smoothing her curls as she looked up to see Misa walking slowly toward them. 

“Elena? What’s going on?” Salma asked helplessly, lost on what to do as she looked between the three Real Madrid players for some semblance of guidance. 

Elena had always loved Salma, from when she was a baby. The forward never knew what to do with the little girl, especially when she was younger. She had no experience with children, and she found herself often stunted and awkward in her interactions with Mapi and Ingrid’s daughter, but Elena’s love for her transcended any superfluous worries or awkwardness Salma expressed. 

“Scary,” Elena whispered as she pointed toward Misa timidly, her grip on Salma tightening as she tucked her head behind the young Barcelona player's legs. Salma looked up with a heartbroken expression, watching as Misa bit her lip to keep from crying, keeping her distance. 

The goalkeeper knew that some people thought she was scary. She got it, she really did. She had an RBF that could probably win an award, and a very intense personality. But it was one thing for a conscious adult to call her scary, and another for a little girl who she had been so excited to meet to call her that. The goalkeeper's heart sank at the realization that this was how Elena was always going to remember her, as the scary woman who tried to kidnap her when she was three years old. 

Salma looked between Olga and Marta, silently begging for help. She still had no clue what to do, and appeared to be rather paralyzed by indecision. 

It’s Olga who crouches down so that she’s level with the little girl, her voice soft and kind. 

“Are you lost niña?” The defender asked gently, and Elena poked her head out from its spot against Salma’s calf, nodding slightly. Her lower lip wobbled heavily, but she wasn’t actively crying, so they all took it as a win. 

Elena regarded Olga kindly, if not a bit shyly. The two women with Salma were wearing white, nowhere near the angry red that the other, larger woman was, and the little girl didn’t find them nearly as frightening, all things considered. 

“Come on, why don’t we take you back to your Mamis,” Olga decided, holding her hand out for the young girl. Elena took it carefully, but not before reaching for Salma’s hand, making sure that the forward was still holding onto her. 

Salma sent the little girl what she hoped was an encouraging smile as they began to walk out toward the pitch. The Barcelona forward wound them down the confusing hallways, with Olga holding Elena’s other hand while Marta carefully wrapped her arm around the goalkeeper. Misa was fighting to keep it together as they all ventured back out to the stadium pitch together. 

After a few minutes of walking, Elena let out a small whine, looking up at Salma with big, wet eyes. 

“Carry?” She asked, letting go of Olga’s hand in favor of staring up at the tall forward hopefully, tugging lightly on her kit top. Salma looked around at the other girls, terrified and scared of disappointing the little girl. They all looked back at her expectantly in that moment, and she was struck with the fact that she was the one with the most experience with Elena, of the group. It both calms her and terrifies her at the same time, somehow. 

“Uh…sure!” She laughed nervously, reaching down to pick Elena up, gripping her under her arms. The forward was used to dealing with the toddler when she was planted firmly on the ground, and she hadn’t carried the sandy blonde girl since she was a baby. She had been so scared to drop the baby that she had shook anxiously the whole time, until Mapi took pity on her and took her daughter back. 

But she tries to remember how Mapi and Ingrid do it, settling Elena on her hip as she clings to the little girl for dear life. She would never forgive herself if she dropped her, and she knew she would never hear the end of it from the rest of the team if she did. They were all highly protective of her, a fact that they all prided themselves on. 

As the five of them walked out toward the pitch, they had no idea the chaos that was awaiting them out on the field. 

—

After her interview had ended, Ingrid had walked back over to her wife with a pep in her step, still overjoyed at the win and the goal she had scored. 

Mapi wasn’t hard to find, standing with the assistant coach, discussing a few tactics from the game after he had called her over to talk about some of their defensive lapses. Their daughter was nowhere in sight, so the Norwegian assumed that Mapi had passed her off to one of their teammates, but when she looked around, she couldn’t see Elena anywhere. 

“Who did you give Elena to?” Ingrid asked, a crease appeared in her forehead as her eyebrows furrowed together. Mapi looked back at her with equal confusion, shaking her head. 

“You have Elena, not me. She went to you after the game,” the Spaniard insists, now beginning to grow confused. Ingrid’s eyebrows flew into her hairline at that statement, shaking her head. 

“I gave her to you ten minutes ago, I sent her your way and called out to you,” Ingrid explains, and Mapi pales at the realization that she had never received her daughter. 

“I did not hear you, and she never came over to me!” Mapi cried, looking around wildly for her daughter. When she cannot see her anywhere on the pitch, her worry only balloons. “Oh my god, she is lost. She is not here!” The brunette cried out, panic washing over her in waves as she realized what this meant. 

The ironic thing was that generally, Ingrid was the anxious one between them. She was the one who worried for Elena, the one who baby proofed the house and took first aid classes and sat in the back of the car with her when she was the baby. 

But Ingrid was also exceptional in a crisis, and this was no different. 

Mapi, however? Not so good in a crisis, at least a non-football related crisis, that was. 

“Oh my god, Ingrid, she could be anywhere!” Mapi pitched as she clawed at her chest, her throat tightening with anxiety as she whipped her head around, looking for any sign of the little girl. 

“Do not panic Mapi, she has to be here somewhere. Come on, let’s go find her,” Ingrid insisted, forcing herself to remain calm as she pulled her panicking wife with her as she began to inform people, everyone scrambling to begin looking for the young girl. 

They alerted security, sent people all over the stadium to look for her as the Norwegian drug her wife back toward the Barcelona bench. 

“This was the last place I left her, so we should stay here. She’s around here somewhere, we just have to find her!” Ingrid insisted as she turned to Irene, who had come over as she got wind of the situation. Hot on the tails of the older defender is the Barcelona captain, looking close to tears herself. 

“Is Elena really lost? Where could she have gone? We must find her!” Alexia cried, baby hairs escaping her ponytail as she looked around, clearly frazzled and stressed at the news of the curly haired little girl being lost. 

“Yes she is gone–” Ingrid began, only to be cut off before she could even really start her sentence. 

“Well we must search for her then!” Alexia interrupted, looking around wildly, her own panic growing. 

“Alexia, this is not even your child! If anyone should be allowed to panic, it should be us!” Mapi interjected, her stress seeping into her tone as she gestured wildly with her hands. Alexia let out a huff of disapproval at that, clearly in disagreement. 

“She is my goddaughter, I love her too!” Alexia insisted, the two squabbling uselessly as Ingrid watched on with an unimpressed expression. 

“If I were not more aware I would assume that these two were the mothers, and not me,” Ingrid mumbled under her breath to Irene, who couldn’t resist letting out a small peal of laughter that she quickly masked as a cough when Mapi and Alexia looked toward her pointedly. 

“Who knew that all it took to reduce La Reina and the fearless Mapi León into a puddle of stress was losing a toddler one singular time,” Irene joked back, where she was promptly met with more unimpressed looks from her teammates, and a chuckle from Ingrid. 

But even the Norwegian, who was generally cool in a crisis, was beginning to grow worried as time stretched on. Her eyebrows remained furrowed together, her foot beginning to tap nervously as she looked around, letting out a nervous sigh. 

“She’s going to be fine, Ingrid. She’s just wandered off somewhere, kids do it sometimes. We lost Mateo in the store once, and found him in the freezer aisle cuddling with some old lady's little dog,” Irene soothed, and Ingrid sent her a grateful smile, even if she didn’t look convinced. She knew the stories, she knew it was normal, but it didn’t make it any easier when it was her own child. 

She just wanted Elena back in her arms, proof that she was safe and sound, and to not let her daughter out of her sight until she was twenty seven years old. 

“How about we go check the locker room again?” Irene suggests, and the dark haired woman jumps at the opportunity to do something, nodding insistently. 

“That’s a good idea,” Ingrid confirmed, and she was just about to head back with her fellow defender when she heard it. 

“Mami! Mama!” Elena called out from her spot in Salma’s arms, and both Ingrid and Mapi were booking it toward their daughter as soon as they heard it. The forward was entirely unprepared for both the Spaniard and Norwegian to plow into her, raining kisses down onto her head as they plucked her from Salma’s arms. Mapi hugged Elena tightly to her, as Ingrid pressed into her space, both of them crowding their daughter with an abundance of love and relief, the panic washing off of them at the sight of their precious little girl back safely in their arms. 

The forward flipped her braids over her shoulder in relief at the hand off, nearly stumbling over when Ingrid stepped away from her wife and daughter, pulling her younger teammate into a tight hug as Mapi cradled Elena to her chest. 

“Thank you so much Salma,” Ingrid murmured in the space above the forward’s shoulders, and despite accepting the hug, the younger woman shook her head. 

“It was Misa who found her,” Salma promised, and the dark haired woman wasted no time in moving toward the Real Madrid player, stepping into her space and immediately hugging the goalkeeper, regardless of the fact that they hardly knew one another. Elena looked up from her spot against Mapi to see her Mama moving toward the scary woman, and she let out a whimper as she turned, burrowing her face into Mapi’s sternum with fear. 

As the panic subsides from her chest slowly, Mapi takes stock of the whole situation. Elena seemed scared of the Real Madrid players, cowering into her arms as Ingrid hugged Misa tightly. Everyone else seemed focused on Misa, with Salma, Olga, and Marta watching her wife and the Real Madrid goalkeeper. The goalkeeper seemed on the brink of tears, something that the center back assumed was because of the game. 

She was informed otherwise when Marta approached her carefully, her voice soft as came close to the Barcelona defender. 

“Misa found her in the hallway, but I think she caught the little one in a bad spot, and now I think she’s a little scared of her,” Marta explained, looking toward the Spanish goalkeeper with worry before looking back at the Barcelona center back. Misa was getting a pep talk from both Ingrid and Irene, to what appeared to be little avail, if the tears in her eyes were any indication. 

Mapi nods slowly, rubbing her hand soothingly over Elena’s back, up and down softly. Her daughter is already a hundred times calmer, having regulated herself well in her Mami’s arms. That being said, Mapi knew they needed a few moments to regather themselves before they reintroduced her to Misa, if they could. 

“Okay, thank you for letting me know. Give us a few minutes?” Mapi asked gently, and Marta nodded before leaving, heading back to her teammate's side. 

It was just a few moments later that Ingrid appeared at her wife’s side, the Spaniard wordlessly passing her daughter to the Norwegian, who held her close and rained kisses down on her. 

“It’s okay, we’re right here Elena,” Ingrid promised, her own worry and stress evaporating at the content little sigh their daughter let out as she was held tightly to the Norwegians side. It was after a few minutes of holding her that Elena leaned back, looking calmer, if not a little more worried. 

“‘M sorry, got lost,” Elena explained gently, her lower lip wobbling as tears brimmed in her eyes again. Ingrid shook her head slightly, her words soft and soothing. 

“You do not have to be sorry, Elena. Just try to stay close to me or Mami next time, or someone you know, si? We do not want you to get lost where we cannot find you, because that would make us very scared, okay?” Ingrid explained carefully, and when she finished Elena nodded, a small smile finally appearing on her face as she settled in her mothers arms, back to the happy little girl she normally was. That was something wonderful Ingrid and Mapi both loved about their daughter being so small, how resilient she always was in situations like this. 

Mapi looked back over toward Misa, her heart breaking when she saw that the tears had broken through finally, her head buried in her hands. 

Elena looked from her mother to the Real Madrid goalkeeper, her little eyebrows worried together at the sight. 

“Mami, is she okay?” The sandy blonde girl asked as she looked toward Misa, recognizing the signs of someone crying. Mapi looked toward her wife for a moment, and after receiving a nod of approval from the Norwegian, the Spaniard took her daughter into her arms from her fellow center back. 

“That is my friend Misa,” Mapi explained to her daughter, her words slow and gentle. She stays where she is, but tries to convey her warmth to the woman regardless. “She has had a bad day, and I think she is just expressing that by crying, like you do sometimes too when you are upset,” Mapi continued, watching as her daughter stared at the goalkeeper with concern painted in her small face. 

“Friend? Tía?” Elena asked curiously, clearly trying to work everything out as Mapi nodded. 

“Yes Tía Misa, she is one of my very good friends. She is very kind and funny, just like you!” The Spaniard tried, and Elena looked over at her skeptically, but she chose to believe her Mami. 

“Maybe we cheer up?” The little girl asked, and Mapi raised her hand to run it over Elena’s cheek gently, in a soothing manner. 

“Are you sure, El? You do not have to, I know you thought she was scary earlier. I promise she is not though, she is one of Mami’s friends,” Mapi promised, not wanting to pressure her daughter to do anything she didn’t want to. 

“Cheer her up,” Elena decided, wriggling her body slightly to signal her mother to move. She stiffened suddenly as she looked from Misa to Mapi, with some fear clearly still present in her tone. “You come too,” she checked quickly, relaxing back into the Spaniard when Mapi nodded her agreement to the statement. 

Salma, Olga, and Marta had led Misa over to the Real Madrid bench, which was where Mapi brought Elena over to. The goalkeeper was sitting on the bench, her head in her hands as silent sobs wracked her shoulders. 

Marta looked over at Mapi with a hopeful expression as the Spaniard placed her daughter on the ground, taking Elena’s hand as she led her over to Misa. 

The young girl held her mothers hand carefully as she made her way up to the woman who had been wearing the angry red jersey. She was now wearing a white jacket over her kit top, and something about seeing her when Elena was in a calm state, and the lack of such an aggressive kit top helped to soothe the little girl’s initial concerns. 

“Hola,” Elena said softly, her voice small but fierce in its kindness as she stopped a few steps from the goalkeeper. Misa paused, looking up carefully, unable to keep the surprise off her expression when she realized who was in front of her, looking at her carefully. 

The goalkeeper looks up at Mapi in shock before she is wiping the tears from her eyes, offering a watery smile to the toddler. 

“Hola,” she responded, unsure of what else to say. Elena took another step toward her, offering a small smile. 

“My name is Elena,” she expressed quietly, watching as Misa rubbed the tears from her eyes. 

“Hi Elena, I’m Misa,” the goalkeeper repeated, trying not to burst into more tears. There was no fear in the little girl's eyes, only curiosity and kindness. Misa feels hope flying into her chest at the little girl's face, at the thought that maybe this whole situation was salvageable. Elena looks at the spot next to Misa, her eyebrows furrowing together in curiosity. 

“What are those?” Elena asked gently, pointing to the abandoned goalkeeper gloves that were sitting next to the Madridista. The Spaniard reached for them, holding them out to the little girl softly. 

“These are my goalkeeper gloves. Would you like to see them?” Misa asked gently, her voice hopeful. The little girl looked back at her mother for a second before releasing Mapi’s hand, nodding as she walked over to Misa, right up to where she was sitting, placing her hand on the goalkeeper's knee. 

“Here, you can put them on,” Misa said softly, everyone watching with relief as the goalkeeper slid her giant gloves onto Elena’s little hands, holding them on to help to keep them from falling off. 

The Real Madrid player was absolutely positive that Elena healed something within her when she giggled, leaning into Misa as she moved her hands with the gloves still over them, laughing happily at the sight. It was the goalkeeper's first real smile of the day, and her heart leapt into her throat when Elena climbed into her lap, beginning to talk her toddler nonsense to Misa, who held onto every single word she said. 

The Madridista carefully held Elena to her, making sure she was secure with no chance of falling. She looked up when the toddler gasped, seeing Pina and Jana still out on the field, passing the ball listlessly back and forth as they spoke about something. 

Elena turned back to Misa with excitement, the goalkeeper gloves falling off her hands in excitement. 

“Come play Tía Misa?” The toddler asked hopefully, her eyes big and filled with joy at the prospect of getting to play with all of her friends. Misa looked toward Mapi, who nodded her head in agreement before she smiled brightly, agreeing with Elena. 

“Come on!” Elena cheered as she took Misa’s hand after being set on the ground by the goalkeeper, and dragging the taller woman toward the younger girls. 

Ingrid had come over to join Mapi, Salma, and Marta, as the right winger shook her head in disbelief. Misa was sitting criss-cross applesauce on the ground, rolling the ball toward Elena, cheering when the toddler tried to kick it. 

When Elena finally managed to hit the ball back with some semblance of accuracy, Jana and Pina immediately cheered loudly. Elena giggled at both of them, smiling before she ran over to Misa, collapsing into a hug as she wrapped her arms around the goalkeeper, who hugged her back just as fiercely, a huge smile pulling at both of her cheeks. 

“What is it about children that just…heals any wrongdoing?” Marta asked wistfully, and Ingrid chuckled as Mapi shook her head. 

“You can’t not love them,” she acquiesced, letting out a final sigh of relief as they all moved to join the girls in playing with the toddler, who happily giggled away at all the attention raining down on her. 

[skipper1331]

Jealousy // Ona Batlle

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

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

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

'Power couple at Barcelona'

'It-Couple playing at top club'

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No"

"Why not?"

"Because-"

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

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

"Yeah"

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

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

-

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

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

"Upstairs"

"Can you come down for a moment?"

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

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

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

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

"Why? I love when you wear my hoodies"

"I‘m wearing United shorts?"

"Point taken"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I‘m not jealous"

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

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

Grinning, you asked, "Why not?"

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

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

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

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

"Sí, ella será mi esposa algún día"

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

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

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

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

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

"possesive"

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

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

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

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

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

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translation:

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

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[mysticfalls01]

Diamond

(FC Barcelona x reader)

As a kid you always loved football. When you were three your parents gave your brother a football ball for his sixth birthday, he only played with it for a week and then left abandoned in the garden. You saw the ball and started playing with it, your parents saw how much you liked to play with it and decided to sign you up for the local team.

You played there for a couple of years until Manchester City’s academy scouted you and you joined them.

It wasn’t until City’s youth team played a tournament against Barcelona that Alexia saw you play.

Alexia and some other players of the senior team went to see the youths team to show their support.

Alexia was amazed with how easily you destroyed their defense and scored as many goals as you could, she loved your style of playing and how you played the whole time with a smile on your face. She could see that while you took the game seriously you never forgot to enjoy the game.

That’s how you found yourself flying to Barcelona to join their B team. Alexia knew that you were diamond in the rough and that with the right guidance you could become one of the best players in the world. She pressured the academy staff telling them that you were a talent that they couldn’t let go.

Barcelona was the right move for you while you were going to miss your home you knew that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity so with your families encouragement you moved there.

You loved the city, the warm weather, the way the staff received you and your new teammates.

Quickly you picked up the language and you were able to communicate better with your teammates. From your teammates you became the closest with Bruna and Jana being you the youngest one. They considered you their youngest siblings and became protective of you.

You were so happy when Jana and Bruna got the call up to join the senior team, you knew that you wouldn’t see them as frequently as you did but you couldn’t have been prouder for them.

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Unfortunately in 2021 for the senior team one of their strikers got injured and was going to be out for six months so Jonatan decided to call you up as your numbers with the B team were amazing.

The first persons to know about your call up were Jana and Bruna. Jonatan told them as he wanted to make sure that your first day training with the first team went as smoothly as possible for you.

The day finally came. The senior team realized that something special was happening as Bruna and Jana couldn’t stop smiling and were looking at the locker room door.

A couple of minutes later when everyone was ready Jonatan entered the room with someone following behind him.

“Buenos días chicas! As you know one of our strikers will be out for about six months so instead of signing someone new I decided to call up someone of the B team”

“This is y/n l/n and she’ll be joining us for …” Jonatan couldn’t finish your presentation as Bruna and Jana squealed and ran to you while they were yelling “Hermanita!”

“… the season. I’ll let you guys meet y/n. I’ll see you guys at the training pitch in 30 minutes.” Jonatan finished speaking before leaving the room.

Still hugging you Jana whispered “I couldn’t be happier for you diamante, it was about time for you to join us”

Alexia, Leila and Mapi couldn’t help but to look at the scene of the youngsters hugging you with a soft smile on their faces. Alexia recognized you from that game a couple of years ago against their youths team and couldn’t believe that the staff followed her advice.

After you guys separated, Alexia and Mapi approached you.

“y/n welcome to the team! Congratulations for your call up!” Alexia said while giving you a hug

“Si y/n! Muchas felicidades! Ya quiero verte jugar con nosotras!” Mapi said with a huge smile on her face.

Before you even could talk Bruna spoke “It was about time she joined us! I can’t wait for you guys to see why her nickname is diamante!”

Finally you shyly spoke.

“Thank you everyone for the warm welcome, it’s an honor to play with you guys. I can’t wait to play again and learn from everyone in the team”

Your eyes shined when you mentioned those words, they could see how much you loved the game and they knew that you be perfect for the team.

You were only supposed to stay in the first team for a season however, your call up was the beginning of the story for someone who was destined to make history in Barcelona and for the Lionesses.

You were Barcelona’s diamond in the rough.

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Just a small idea that has been stuck in my head for a couple of days. I hope that you liked it guys.

[greynatomy]

trick or treat

wonze x child!reader

happy halloween! decided to write a quick little thing as a second part to the first wonze fic

also i’m having a bit of a struggle writing. everything i’m writing doesn’t make sense at all and i only want to put out the stories that i’m happy with, so please bare with me

part 1 part 3

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Today was Halloween. And it would be the first time you’d be going trick or treating. You were way too small last year and you moms didn’t want to risk you getting trampled by the other children.

You were dressed as a little cowgirl, a costume that you picked out yourself.

“Bubs! You ready? It’s time to go to Tía Alexia’s house!”

“Nana (Ona) going there?”

“Yeah, Ona’s gonna be there. Let’s go.”

You were very jittery in your car seat. Your aunties hyped out trick or treating so much that you couldn’t wait any longer. Right as the Lucy parked the car, you were asking, more like demanding, to be let out.

“NANA! NANA!” You immediately scream once the front door opens, ignoring the person that opened the door.

“Well, you’re not the favorite.” Jenni laughs at Alexia.

“She ignored you too.” That shut Jenni up instantly.

Spotting her in the backyard, you run straight into her legs, almost knocking her down.

“Hi, Nana.”

“Hola, princesa.”

“No! I cowgirl!”

“Oh, lo siento, nena.”

You and Ona were in your own world, completely forgetting about all your other aunts.

“If we’d known Ona earlier, we could’ve picked her as godmother.” Lucy told her wife, eating a piece of chocolate she found.

“Y/N literally has her wrapped around her little finger.” Kyra steals the chocolate Lucy was about to eat.

As it was going to be your first time trick or treating, all of your Barcelona aunts wanted to tag along. Arriving at your first house, Ona puts you down from her arms.

“Go over there with the people waiting. They have candy.”

Walking up to the house, there were other kids with you, all yelling something you didn’t quite understand, so you thought they were just yelling whatever they wanted.

“Happy birthday!”

Everyone burst out in laughter, you following along even if you didn’t know what was funny.

“Trick or treat, nena.”

“Trick tree!”

The lady put a handful of candy into your bucket.

“What do you say?”

“¡Gracias!”

After an hour of going around the neighborhood, occasionally being stopped by Barcelona fans, you were exhausted. Mapi took it upon herself to carry you all the way back home.

By the time everyone got back to Alexia’s house, you were out cold.

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keirawalsh passed out after trick or treating @/ona.batlle

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lucybronze is she our daughter or ona’s

↳ keirawalsh practically twins they are

marialeonn16 happy birthday!

↳ keirawalsh hilarious!

alexiaputellas tía favorita

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user1 thats so cute!!

user2 we need more baby wonze content!!7