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chleem · 18 days ago

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Is it casual now?/extra II

One shot; college students drew x reader

Summary: “Baby, no attachments.” yet, you’re at his childhood home, laughing with his parents, bonding with his siblings.

Genre: situation-ship, smut, fluff, angst,

Warnings: swearing, sex, light read, etc

⋆.˚ this is entirely fictional, if uncomfortable then don't read

⋆.˚ official one shot, extra I

♡⸝⸝ "fucked you in the bathroom, when we went to dinner"

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“Where you going?”

You ask, as Drew stands up. The warmth of his hands caressing your thighs is gone, now running through his hair. “Bathroom,” he mumbles, barely meeting your eyes. He walks off, without another glance back at the table.

His sour mood is evident, by not only you, but all of your friends.

To be fair, he didn’t even want to come tonight. He pleaded desperately for you to stay in with him, offering things to you that was ridiculous. Such as, doing your laundry for a month (he doesn’t even do his own).

But you haven’t hung out with all your friends in a long time, and you missed them. So, tonight was non-negotiable with Drew.

And he gave up with trying to reason with you, hence, why he decided to join you here, at the nice restaurant. He didn’t even make an effort to engage nicely with them, chuckling under his breath at random times and answering questions with short answers. Whenever you were talking, he would purposely distract you by touching you under the table, making it awkward for you and your friends.

Drew knows your friends don’t like him; that’s why he’s sour. That’s also why he shows up to these hangouts, just to rub it in their faces.

“Why did you invite him?” Lucy groans, after Drew was out of eye sight. Your five other friends of this group nod too, all letting out groans of frustration. “Hello, earth to y/n, we. Don’t. Like. Him.”

“He insisted on joining,” you shrug, forcing a smile.

“Um, you could’ve insisted on him not joining,” Janet, another friend adds on.

Your friend group was filled with weird people with different opinions, but one thing they’ve collectively agreed on was: they hate Drew. ‘Hate’ is a strong word, but that was the only way to describe their feelings towards Drew.

They’ve expressed it a lot of times, so it’s become numb to you.

“Are you guys finally together though?” Gary asks, sitting beside you.

Oh. Every time they see you, they ask this question.

“Of course not,” Lucy answers for you, sending you a cocky grin. One you always disliked, because it made you feel small. “Classmates, huh?”

“A really bad label,” Stacy adds on. Yeah, as if you didn’t already know.

Great. Now it’s just your whole friend group judging you for being with Drew. Again. The last thing you needed from them.

“I visited his parents,” you aggressively say, stabbing into your food. Hopefully that will convince them Drew is a better person that what they think, right?

Wrong. They all ‘tsk’ in a disappointed manner, shaking their heads. “And…still classmates?”

“Well, he said I was his best friend,” you stuff the food in your mouth, “To his family.”

“He probably had to,” Josh speaks up this time, “and wow, is that the first time he called you his friend?”

You don’t miss the sarcasm in his voice, and you send him a glare. He raises his hands in defense, the table laughs.

You don’t find the humor in this situation. Why were they so judgmental towards the relationship with Drew? It’s not like he’s the biggest jackass ever. You’ve seen every side there is to Drew, they just don’t know him like you do. “Can you guys cut it off?” You say, not trying to hide the annoyance in your voice.

“We’re just joking,” Janet laughs, glancing around, “besides, we’re worried for you.”

You chew and swallow the food in your mouth, sending her an unappreciative smile, “‘worried’ for me?”

“Yes, he’s obviously not… well, in love with you,” Janet continues, “we don’t want you with someone who clearly doesn’t care for you.”

“He cares for me,” you defend, furrowing your eyebrows at them. You look around the table, seeing your friends glance down at their food, afraid to meet your eyes. “He cares for me.”

“Sure he does,” Stacy bitterly agrees with you. That tone pisses you off. “Maybe privately, he does, but what about in public? Starting off with the most basic, labels.”

You hate how right your friends are. As rude and mean they’re being, deep down, you know they’re right. The ‘no attachments’ thing is bullshit, especially when nothing about the two of you is casual.

Five, no close to six months, nothing about that is causal.

“That…doesn’t matter,” you murmur. Wrong; it mattered a lot, to everyone and to you. You just hated to admit you weren’t as chill or casual as Drew was, how he made everything romantic seem friendly with you.

When you look around, everyone is now staring at you pitifully.

You didn’t like that. That pity stare. There’s nothing to be pity of. Bunch of people around the world right now might be having situation-ships too. Nothing to pity. Nothing to be ashamed of.

Yeah. That’s what you keep brainwashing yourself to believe.

‘The girl that he bangs on his couch’. Yeah. Nothing to be ashamed of.

Your phone on the table lights up, and it reads bathroom. now.

Drew. “Um, excuse me,” you stand up, excusing yourself to the bathroom.

As you slowly get up and walk away, your friends weren’t very careful with the volume of their voice. You hear one of them calling you a loser, still hanging around just for a good dick to suck.

That must be Janet. Her lonely ass must be jealous.

But part of you knew she wasn’t wrong. You were a loser. The biggest loser to exist. The loser of losers, if that even is a thing.

Casual. Your friends succeeded once again, in making you doubt everything with Drew.

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“Really boring, right?”

Drew pulls you in by the waist, a lazy smile on his lips as he stares down at you. He leans against the sink, making you stand between his legs.

This restaurant had two bathrooms, each with their own sink inside. So, Drew took full advantage of that.

“Hmm,” you hum carelessly. You didn’t want agree with him; you tried to make this evening nice, but his attitude towards your friends just weren’t helping. You keep your gaze around the collar of his jacket, not wanting to meet his eyes.

“Something wrong?” He asks, playfulness still hinted in his words. His hand rub circles around your waist, as he tries to make eye contact with you, bending his head down to your level.

You advert your gaze even more, now focusing on the bracelet around his wrist. Now that you think about it, he always has this on, since the day you got it for him.

Was that casual to do? To keep the bracelet on at all times.

“Look at me, would you?” Drew’s tone turns serious, and he pinches the side of your waist harshly.

You flinch, finally looking up at him. You meet his blue eyes, a mix of concern and something else that you can’t read. His raised eyebrows tell you that he wants you to talk, to tell him what’s on your mind.

Should you? But, where do you even start? With his attitude tonight, or with your friend’s comments? Or with this whole casual thing, which is basically the beginning to it all.

Your lips pout on its own, resting your hands around his wrist. “That was uncalled for,” you murmur, looking down at his bracelet again.

“What was?” Drew’s pinch one your waist is more soft this time, wanting to get the words out of you.

“Doing that,” you say, playing with his chained bracelet. Shit. You’re gonna say it. You’re gonna call him out for his behavior. “Being rude to my friends.”

A scoff escapes Drew. He then brings his hand up to your face, forcing you to look up at him. Like second nature, you lean your face into the palm of his hand, waiting for him to explain himself. “Babe, your friends were the rude ones.”

The feeling inside your stomach is indescribable. The nickname sends you butterflies, but the words that follow don't.

“How?” You ask, crossing your arms.

He licks his lips, squinting his eyes at you. “It was so fucking obvious.”

“Was it?”

“Yes- yes, it was,” Drew straightens his posture, taking his hands off you. The warmth of him is gone, now with the presence of a man trying to explain his reasonable case of being bratty. “They asked loaded questions to me this whole night.”

You furrow your eyebrows, thinking hard to the stuff they asked Drew. Shit. They were. Your friends didn’t even trying to hide their discontent with him tonight.

“They hate me,” he adds on, “C’mon, I leave the table for like, a few minutes, and they talked shit, right?”

The way he looks at you; he challenges you to disagree with him. But you couldn’t; he was right. Your friends hate him, making you constantly doubt whatever this was with Drew.

“Wasn’t all shit,” you lie, sending him the smallest smile ever.

Drew makes the ‘tsk’ sound, shaking his head as he gives you a tired smile. “What they say then?” He asks, leaning back against the sink again.

His eyes look at you in anticipation, biting down on his lips.

You do not want to tell him what they said. It was rude, and although it was about Drew, it affected you more than it should have. The seeds of doubt are always planted by your friends, they never put you at ease with this relationship.

You give him a lazy smile, snaking your arms around his neck. You lean in close to him, a seductive look in your eyes. “Does it matter? They talk shit, all they ever do.”

Drew’s lips slightly part, and he glances quickly down at your lips. A smile appears, “I see what you’re doing. You’re distracting me.”

You shrug lightly, before planting a small kiss on his jaw. “Is it working?”

You hear a chuckle escape from him, and his hand wraps around the back of your head. His eyes keep bouncing between your lips and eyes, smiling from ear-to-ear, “annoyingly so, you minx.”

Without another comment, Drew kisses you, soft and slow.

You return the kiss, escalating into a whole make-out session.

You hate how your body reacts to him; feeling a pool of wetness form between your legs. Fuck.

Something pokes against your lower stomach, and you pull away from Drew. You glance down; he’s erected. “Shit,” you curse, as his hands slide down your body. He squeezes your ass, burying his face into your neck as he breathes the skin there.

“I…I can’t go back to the table like this,” he murmurs, referring to his erection.

You watch as his back rises and falls, through the sink mirror. Even with this thick white jacket he has on, you can tell his breathing has sped up. Your lips form a straight line, running your hands through his short hair.

In the bathroom? Right in the middle of dinner? It was highly inappropriate.

Wrapping your hands around his face, you pull him up to meet his eyes. He looks at you pleadingly, lips parted with drool on the corner of his lips.

Fuck. How is one suppose to say no to that look? He looked as if he physically needed you; needed you to calm the… ‘growing’ in his pants.

“Ten minutes,” you tell him, which immediately lights the spark in his eyes. He looks like a puppy! You smile at that thought, as he straightens himself, switching your positions.

“Ten minutes? Enough for two rounds,” he teases, lifting you to sit on the sink.

“No! One round,” you say, which gets cut off by Drew kissing you again. As much fun as two rounds sound, the longer you linger in here, the more obvious it is that the two of you are fucking.

He groans into your mouth, spreading your legs to stand between them. His hands move fast into your dress, slipping your underwear off. The cold surface of the sink hits your thighs and pussy, adding to the heat growing within you.

Drew trails his kisses down your neck, as your hands work on undoing his belt.

You moan when he sucks on the sweet-spot around your neck, the belt dropping onto the floor with a hard thud. “Drew…” you moan out, messy hands tugging his hair as he continues to form hickeys around your neck.

You want to run your hands around his stomach, chest, abs. But the jacket he has on prevents that, being zipped up the whole way. This jacket looked great on him, but would look better on the floor.

Your hands fidget with the zipper, tugging with no luck of it moving.

Drew pulls away from your neck, a chuckle escaping, “babe, gently.”

His hands overlaps yours, guiding you to pull the jacket zipper down. It reveals that he isn’t wearing anything inside; a feast to your eyes. “Is that why you refused to take this off?” You ask, referring to before the dinner started.

“I was invited last minute,” he shrugs the jacket off, as if it wasn’t his fault for the improvised outfit.

“Right, but you weren’t invited,” you remind him, when he insisted on joining you when you were leaving, throwing on a random outfit nearby. You were busy putting your heels on, so you couldn’t see the moment when he got dressed. You didn’t even know he owned a jacket like this.

“Mmhm,” his mind was elsewhere, attaching his lips to yours again. Sloppy and more lustful this time, as your hands wander around his body. It’s hot under your touch; his abs flexing as you run your hands over them.

His hand grips onto your thigh, before moving closer to your heat.

When the warmth of his fingers hit your pussy, you moan loudly into his mouth.

“Shit,” he chuckles, “we’re in public, babe.”

The tip of your ears heat up too, from the embarrassment and realization that you’re in public, most likely having people hear you from the other side of the door. “Sorry,” you murmur, burying your face into his neck.

Drew sticks two fingers into your hole, and starts thrusting at a faster speed than usual. Your breathing becomes uneven, as you try to tone down your moans.

Drew wasn’t having it easy either, as you hear low grunts escaping him. “Fuck,” he curses, adding another digit, “you’re tight tonight.”

“Just fuck me already,” you manage to say, hands gripping on his biceps. Surely, this was enough foreplay, right?

He chuckles again, this time at your impatience. He pulls his fingers out of you, his hands going to the back pocket of his jeans.

The familiar gold packaging comes out, and his hands skillfully rip them open.

“…couldn’t put on a shirt but bought a condom with you?” Laughter escapes you, as you watch him unzip his pants.

He glances up at you, and when he sees you smiling ear-to-ear, he can’t help but match you, “wasn’t gonna show up totally unprepared, right?”

You laugh again; what an unbelievable guy. “Shirt’s optional but condom a must. Got it.”

Drew lets his pants and boxers hang around his knees, his cock standing proud. The sight immediately wipes the smile off your lips, gulping as you imagine it stuffed inside you.

“The chances of fucking you wherever and whenever is high,” Drew says, wrapping the condom around his dick.

He looks up at you, seeing your gaze fixed on his hard cock. A smirk helps themselves to his lips, as his hands tug on your waist. An idea flashes in his mind as he looks over your shoulder, at the big sink mirror.

“Get off,” his voice brings you back, looking at him with confused eyes now. “C’mon, trust me.”

You let him bring you back onto the ground, before flipping you over. You see both your reflections in the mirror, your back hitting his chest, his dick poking your upper ass.

When you meet his eyes through the mirror, you understand where this was going.

“Watch yourself while I destroy your fucking pussy, hmm?”

Oh. Oh. Was it possible to be turned on by words?

Drew lifts up your dress, revealing your wet core. You hold onto the sink for support, grip getting tighter when you feel Drew’s tip against your entrance.

Then, he slips in, going deep until it’s completely nestled inside you.

“Fuck,” you moan, glancing up at Drew. He sends you a smirk, enjoying this too. His hand goes to your stomach, and he lifts you backward, resting against his chest again.

“Grip my hair, and keep your eyes open, alright?” His voice drops low, one hand moving to knead your breasts.

You nod, bringing your hands behind you; one tugging gently around his hair, another around his arm that’s supporting you.

He starts to thrust into you, rather roughly and fast. “Shit,” you moan, the sensation sending you to outer space. With his thick cock slamming into you, his hands roaming your body, your hands running through his short hair, it feels euphoric.

Your eyes can barely stay open, as you look at the reflection in the mirror. Drew leaves a trail of sloppy kisses along your shoulder, which sends goosebumps to your skin.

You watch as one of his hand slips between your thighs, starting to massage your pussy. “Fuck,” you moan, louder than you should be. You couldn’t help it, the pleasure was extraordinary.

He kisses your earlobe, “i’know baby, but keep it down, alright?”

“Y-yeah,” it barely comes out, as the thrusts and massages to your core intensifies. The familiar knot in your stomach forms, informing you that you’re close. “Drew…”

His pace doesn’t stop, and when you lean your head back on his shoulder, he goes harder, “close?”

You nod with any energy left, and Drew uses his free hand to lift your face up again. He kisses your cheek, “use your words.”

You flutter your eyes open, looking at the two of you in the mirror. It was extremely hot, to see Drew filling you up, his hands all around you. The mirror starts to fog up a little, with all the grunting and pressure filling in here.

“I’m coming,” you force out, and meet Drew’s gaze in the mirror. His blue eyes meet yours, seething with lust.

You clench around him, your hand going around Drew’s, which is massaging your pussy. He stops massaging, and he intertwines your hands together. The stickiness doesn’t bother you; why should it?

“Fuck,” he groans, his thrusts to your g-spot growing sloppy.

You tilt your head sideways, and you give him a quick kiss, which sends you over the edge. Your orgasm explodes inside of you, cum dripping out and over Drew’s cock.

Body giving up, you lean completely against Drew, as he helps himself to his. His cock twitches, and you feel the familiar hot liquid filling up.

Both of you are breathing heavily, euphoria radiating off your bodies. Fuck. This might just be one of the best fucks you’ve had with Drew. But in a public restroom? Who would’ve thought.

“You’re so hot,” he compliments, before planting a small kiss on the side of your face.

You giggle at that stupid comment, looking at him through the mirror; He’s got a playful smile on his lips, looking at you with smitten eyes. “You’re great with your words.”

He chuckles, his hands tapping against the side of your waist, signaling you to move. You use the energy left inside of you, helping him slip out. Leaning against the sink, you watch as Drew grabs tissues to wipe your core, then throwing his condom away.

After that, he grabs your underwear on the floor. You get yourself dressed, him doing the same thing.

“Look, only…only seven minutes passed,” Drew comments with a sly smile on his lips, showing you his watch.

You roll your eyes, your lips betraying you by forming a smile. “Cocky much?”

He puts his jacket back on, the last piece of clothing. “Well, you've definitely enjoyed the taste of it.”

You hit his chest playfully, his remark sending butterflies to your stomach. He laughs, zipping his jacket only halfway. Your eyebrows furrow at his exposed chest that pierces through the top; and you reach for the zipper.

Drew stays in place, and you feel his gaze on the top of your head, his hot breath hitting you. You ignore the tension that pulls; when you’re done, you pat his chest, “all done, buddy.”

“‘Buddy’?” There’s a hint of amusement in his tone, eyes squinting down at you.

You send him a soft smile, seeing him glance down at your lips. “What?”

“Call me buddy one more time,” his hands wrap around your waist, and he leans closer to you, “and you’ll get it.”

His dirty and challenging tone sends shivers down your spine, something you find yourself liking a bit too much. The pit of your stomach yells at you at how hypocritical Drew was being right now, but you ignore it.

And just because it’s fun, you lean into his ear, and whisper, “best buddy ever.”

Tickles are sent to the side of your body, making you jump and melt into his arms. You laugh uncontrollably; Drew knew you were ticklish, using it to his full advantage.

“Stop! Stop!” You yell between laughter, your legs ready to give up.

“Don’t call me that then,” he stops tickling you, grip on you tight to make sure you don’t fall. He kisses the tears of laughter from the corner of your eyes, “I don’t like it.”

“Noted,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around his neck. You glance down at his lips, and he does the same to yours.

Drew gives you the look; he wants to kiss you.

And you let him, closing your eyes and feeling his lips against yours.

Is it still casual if you kissed me like it’s the last time you ever will? You hate how this thought appears in your mind again, haunting you.

You pull away, the pressure of it getting overwhelming. “Let’s head back, yeah?”

“We have to?” His eyes stay glued to your lips. “You know, We could…we could just leave.”

You furrow your eyebrows at him, “no!”

“Say you got plans tomorrow morning,” he shrugs, “I’ll say it for you, if you can’t-”

You cross your arms, looking up at him. “Why would I leave early?”

Drew parts his lips, and he brings his hand up to your elbow. He rubs the area there in soft circles, a playful look in his eyes, “…grab some froyo?”

You drop your arms, looking at him disappointedly. When he saw that, he hurriedly adds, “and I got errands to run. Really.”

You contemplate in your mind about this; ditching this dinner to hang out privately with Drew? Yeah, that sounded like something fun. It must be better than staying awkwardly, having your friends judge Drew.

Casual. Casual, casual, casual. Some casual froyo with Drew, and maybe ending up with sex in his dorm room.

Yeah. Seemed like things people whose ‘casual’ would do.

“Fine. You’re treating me though,” you unlock the door, walking out the bathroom.

“I always treat you,” you hear him murmur behind you, following closely behind as you two walk back to the table.

You interrupt the conversation they’re having, grabbing your purse from your seat. They look at your questionably, before their gaze lands sourly on Drew behind you. “i’ve got something, tomorrow morning, so we’re heading off,” you try sounding apologetic, “sorry to leave this early.”

“Oh, um, okay,” Lucy glances between the two of you, “text us when you get home.”

“Yeah, sorry,” you apologize again, before your friends wave goodbye to you. You don’t miss the hateful looks they leave on Drew, as they tell you to take care until the next time you guys meet.

After that, you and Drew leave the restaurant, letting the doorman do his job of getting a taxi.

A warmth around your hand catches you by surprise; Drew holds your hand, pulling you closer to him. You look down at the holding of hands; then back up at him. He’s staring down at his phone, scrolling through his insta feed.

Holding hands. Something very casual to do, apparently.

“What are you watching?” You ask, leaning on his shoulder.

He laughs, showing you the screen. It’s a video of a monkey pointing towards the glass, which has different play-doughs lined along it.

You don’t get the humor in it, but you smile, because it makes Drew smile.

The two of you stand there, watching different posts on his phone until the taxi arrives.

Your mind finds it strange how ‘casual’ you two are.

Because, in the bottom of your heart, you weren’t so sure if this was casual anymore. Along the way, the lines of ‘no attachment’ seemed to have blurred. Blurred to the point of no return.

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ִ ࣪𖤐 a/n: goddamn, i would fall for this toxic relationship too T_T

sry for not posting lately, i got very busy lately! i promise you, flashing lights 6 & not a big deal pt4 is coming sooooon. but hope you enjoyed this extra, and also, thx for blowing up the halloween special, was NOT expecting that. thank you sm! your lovely comments inspire me to write these fics!

btw, watched obx s4, and the ending broke me T_T like tffff

#drew starkey #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey x reader #fiction #angst #drew starkey x you #fluff #smut #oneshot #situationships #light reading

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barcaatthemoon · 5 months ago

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guard dog || lucy bronze x reader ||

lucy cheers you up when the internet has it out for you.

"i think i'm gonna go lighter with my hair."

you had no idea the trouble those words were going to cause you. lucy had tried hard to keep you out of the spotlight, but it wasn't as easy as when you first started dating. you'd been with lucy since college, and over the years, fans had taken notice of you frequenting lucy's games. it wasn't until the euros, however, that lucy had finally confirmed your relationship.

it wasn't good for you to be on any social media when it felt like every other post was about you. you had dealt with a bit from fans before, but this was worse than you could have ever imagined. it was one thing to be accused of cheating by strangers, but it was the constant affirmations of things that you already thought about your relationship and yourself that got to you.

lucy was amazing, and you had never felt like you were right for her. she was always too smart or too ind for you. she was out of your league attractive. lucy bronze was too good for you, and it felt like millions of people agreed with that.

"hey, are you okay?" lucy's brows furrowed as she watched you lean forward. you were starting to hyperventilate as the world felt like it closed in on you. lucy rushed over to kneel beside you and tilt your head to look at her. "hey, what's going on?"

"i didn't cheat on you, i swear." it was something lucy already knew. you knew that she was well aware that you would never even think to do something like that, but it was all you could say. you needed to reassure her in case she saw the pictures and didn't recognize herself.

"i know that, i never said you did." lucy would have laughed if you weren't obviously so upset. "talk to me, what's going on?"

"the pictures after you got your hair done, when we met for lunch. i took your car, and they don't know what the other looked like. your hair was different, they think i'm cheating. they know that i don't deserve you," you rambled. lucy pulled you into her arms and held you against her chest. she ran her hands through your hair as she pressed gentle kisses to your temple.

"hey, it's okay. i will get this sorted out, i promise. can you go downstairs and pick out a takeout menu for us? i know that you were gonna cook, but not if you're upset. i want you to just relax for the night," lucy said. she gave you a squeeze before she let you go downstairs.

it wasn't easy, but you managed to take your mind off of everything after lucy hijacked your phone. lucy ordered your favorite takeout, even if she knew a few places that served the same thing that she liked better. you were truly pampered in a way that you hadn't been in a while. lucy was a busy woman at barcelona, not that she had ever been anything else. this was just different, and things often took up a lot more of her time than either of you expected.

"am i done with phone jail?" you asked lucy as the two of you laid out on the couch the next afternoon. lucy had helped you with breakfast in the morning, although you didn't let her lay a finger on your coffee. the two of you had spent most of the day catching up on the american sports that you had been missing out on.

"i don't know. do you promise not to make fun of me if you see anything too sappy?" lucy asked you. she looked a bit ashamed of herself, as if she had done something hastily last night. you knew that lucy could be fiercely protective over you. she had nearly beaten up one of her teammates when the two of you moved here and the girl had gotten too friendly with you for lucy's taste.

"that depends on what you did. lucy please tell me that you didn't say anything to get yourself in trouble." you stared at lucy, who just handed you back your phone. she tried to shift away from you, but you threw your weight down more securely on top of her. you opened up instagram to see that lucy had tagged you in a post. "aw baby."

you swiped through the pictures, each one from a different milestone in your relationship. they weren't necessarily your favorite pictures, but you knew that they were lucy's. there wasn't a single one where one of you didn't have a lovestruck look on your faces. most of them were lucy staring at you, but you definitely took note of the few thrown in where you looking at her like she was your everything.

"shut up," lucy grumbled. you looked at her with fresh tears in your eyes, and lucy just sighed to herself. "fuck, this wasn't supposed to make you cry."

"i love you so much," you said as you cupped her cheeks. lucy let you kiss her, but she tried to hide her face immediately once you were done. "you're so sweet. thank you for this."

"just stay off of twitter for a while," lucy told you. you nodded your head, but as soon as you went into one of your text chains with the few of her teammates you had befriended over the years, you saw what she wanted to hide from you. lucy was a woman of few words most of the time, but when she had something to say, she made sure to get her point across. you thought she was being a bit harsh, but lucy's message was sure to shut everybody up about getting at you.

#woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #lucy bronze imagine #lucy bronze x reader

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mj0702 · 3 months ago

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The other Bronze – Pt. 22.2

You on the other hand quickly weaselled your way out of Camp Nuo basically unseen since you knew the corridors now like the back of your hand tears pricking in your eyes. You speed walked through the carpark not caring how the game ended or that your sister, Keira, Alexia and basically every Barca player was already on their way to the Munich locker room to check up on you. Lucy herself ditched every fan that called out for her to get to you as quick as possible just wanting to know what was going on with you. She was majorly concerned for you since she never expected you to go up against Jana like you did. So when she blazed through the door of the opponents locker room door and she saw neither you nor G she called out

“I hope you don't do what I hope you're never doing!!” Lucy said trying to sound as light as possible knowing you well enough if she would had the hint of accusation or anger in her voice you would shut down

“We're not...” Georgia said opening the door to the separate room hobbling to her cubby

“Where's Bubs?” your sister asked confused looking inside the room before sitting down next to Georgia

“We... had words I guess...” your girlfriend sighed as she hid her face in her hands

“Tell me everything G...” Lucy was surprisingly soft seeing in how much distress her friend was

“I didn't handle it well that she attacked Jana like she did... I basically told her to start using her fucking brain and that we agreed that when I step on the pitch I'm not her girlfriend” Georgia said tears starting to pool in her eyes – again

“Oh G...” your sister sighed knowing

“She ran... and obviously I can't follow at the moment... I mean... she didn't really ran.. she walked out...” your girlfriend swallowed hard “... I couldn't have catched her even if I tried”

“She'll be back.... she needs time to cool off...” Lucy said softly when she saw how G was beating herself up

“I fucking hope so... we're flying back out tomorrow morning... I can't stay here this time...” Georgia said wiping her tears away with the back of her hand “... I don't want to leave this to boil just under the surface”

“Hm...” your sister hummed “... so... first fight eh?”

“Yeah...” your girlfriend nodded sadly “.... it's a fucking shitty feeling”

“Oh don't I know it... Keira and I didn't fight a lot but when we fought them fights could've been declared wars...” Lucy tried to cheer her friend up a little bit

“Oh we know... whole team could hear you the one time at camp...” Georgia smiled a little bit “... wasn't it about something stupid like dessert too?”

“So your reason to fight with my sister is better?” your sister challenged raising an eyebrow

“No...” your girlfriend sighed out

“In a relationship you'll always fight over stupid stuff G... important is that you don't just pretend nothing happened later but talk about it... and if it results in another fight you'll just give both of you the chance to cool off and you try again...” Lucy said softly “... you two are meant for each other G... if you ever tell someone I said that I'll get you assassinated... but you two... you'll get through this”

“I don't know Luce...” Georgia said defeated “... I can't even follow her... I told her I'll never let her run and I just did just that”

“Not because you wanted G.... she knew you wouldn't be able to follow her” your sister said calmly “... we Bronzes... we have the habit of running when we know we can't get chased... If it doesn't work out for you two to talk until you have to leave tomorrow we'll be in Munich in a week anyway...”

“What if she doesn't come home until you leave too?” your girlfriend asked even tho she was a little scared of the answer

“Oh that won't happen... and if I have to send police after her....” Lucy waved off “... Alexia has a lot of connections and her name is so big she basically gets everything from everyone... I bet if she asks the King for a crown she would get that too”

“I need to talk to Jana...” Georgia said quietly “... I want to let her know how sorry I am”

“I'll arrange something... but she knows” your sister smiled before standing back up clapping her friend on the back “... I need to go back outside – ditched all the fans”

“Wait... I wanna come too... at least I can sign some stuff... some of the Bayern fans travelled here to see us play... not many but I think they would like a selfie or something”

“You're always your awkward with selfies” Lucy pointed out as she offered her friend her shoulder to lean on

“I'm better than your capitan...” Georgia said a little offended “... she always looks like she's dying inside”

“Yeah... good point” your sister said after a second “Oh and G... no word to Kei... she'll freak out if she finds out Bubs is gone and I'm coming back out and sign stuff instead of running around Barcelona looking for her.. I'm fond of me head and don't want me ex-girlfriend to chop it off with her hand...”

“She still has your balls in her purse” your girlfriend smirked but then screeched as Lucy suddenly let go of her and stepped to the side unimpressed

“Ehrm....” Georgia heard someone clearing her throat behind her and the fans in front of her suddenly had dark looks on their faces

“Huh?” your girlfriend turned around surprised to find herself face to face with a very shy Jana “Yes? Wait... Sí?”

“I'm...” Jana said in a small voice and G saw how the young girl was fiddling her hands behind her back “I'm very sorry... I really didn't mean to... I really thought I'd still get the ball”

“You... speak english??” Georgia asked surprised “You speak very good english...”

“My girlfriend is dutch” Jana said unimpressed “I NEEDED to learn english”

“Oooooh... riiiiiight... Jilly-joord right...” your girlfriend perked up happily “... and about the other thing... don't worry... all good... I've been known to collect yellows for stupid tackles”

“I'm really really sorry” the young defender said again

“Don't worry... it's not bad.. just bruising..” Georgia waved off as she heard a rude comment from one of the Bayern fans “Ey... sag sowas nicht – sie ist viel jung und unerfahren und es war keine... intension”

“Absicht...” Lea corrected her teammate as she walked passed “... und du... selber besser machen und dann darüber urteilen”

“You... maybe wanna... shirts?” Jana now asked shyly lowering her head

“Sure...” your girlfriend smiled widely “... not to sound ungrateful... but my best friends kiddo is a big fan of Aitana... you think....”

“Of course... wait a second” Janas eyes sparkled happily after she and G swapped Jerseys and she immediately took off towards her teammate “TANA!!!”

“I'm surprised Bitsy isn't out here sulking” Keira said quietly next to Lucy as she signed some more Jerseys

“She's.... sulking inside” Lucy quickly answered – too quick

“Lucia....” the blonde warned her voice low

“I... over there... yes” your sister said a little embarrassed pointing further down the line trying to make a quick exit

“Oh the hell no...” Keira quickly snatched her ex-girlfriends jersey keeping her in place “... spill”

“Nothing to spill...” Lucy said quickly as she saw Alexia “... hey Ale... I need to talk to you for a second”

“Lucy!!!” the blonde englishwoman sneered but your sister already freed herself and jogged over to their capitan

“Sí?” Alexia asked confused

“I need your help but you can't tell Keira...” Lucy said keeping her voice down “... Bubs ran... she and Georgia had a fight and she ran... you know people... can you maybe ask them to keep an eye out.... but not trying to catch her... just if someone sees her so we know she's okay and where”

“You stand here signing Jerseys while my Cariño is running around Barcelona??” Alexia asked shocked

“Ssssshhhh....” your sister shushed her capitan and looked around scared if Keira heard it but to her relief the other english player kept on signing jerseys and taking selfies

“Why aren't you freaking out?” Alexia asked bewildered

“Because it wouldn't help anyone... I'm freaking out on the inside believe me... but it wouldn't help G who already feels extremly guilty and it wouldn't help me because Kei would rip my head off for not freaking out enough..” Lucy said lowly “... not to mention what Ona would do to me if she finds out I lost her precious Bebita”

“I can see why you keep quiet” the blonde spaniard grinned before getting serious again “... you have any idea where she could have gone?”

“Not a clue...” your sister shrugged

“Okay... let me call Olga she has even better connections” Alexia said before she quickly walked down the tunnel

“Great...” you groaned annoyed “... got lost again... okay... think y/n... what can you do now....”

“Hola... ¿Estás bien?” an old lady looked at you curious

“En realidad... no... Tuve una pelea con mi novia.. Corrí... Me perdí... No tengo idea de dónde estoy y le dejé mi teléfono a mi hermana porque soy un idiota” it just broke out of you and you felt your tears prick in your eyes again

“Oh mi pequeña neña” the elderly woman said sympathically “Vamos... te haré un granizado de limón”

“Gracias...” you mumbled sniffling

“De Nada neña” the woman smiled warmly

“Mi amiga siempre me llama nena” you mumbled

“Entonces ella te tiene muy cerca de su corazón....” the woman smiled pointing towards a small patio which had two chairs and an old small table on it

“Oh this is amazing” you groaned happily after you took a sip of the spanish drink

“Qué?” the woman asked confused

“Lo siento... esto es realmente bueno...” you said quickly

“Gracias ... hablas muy bien español para una extranjera” the older woman smiled

“Tengo... familia aquí...” you hesitated when you said family

“¿Por qué dudaste? ¿No son buenos contigo?” the woman asked seriously

“Ellas no son familia por sangre” you said carefully

“No importa si de sangre o de corazón... lo importante es que te sientas seguro y en casa con ellos... que te apoyen en lo que hagas... que estén ahí sin importar lo que necesites” the woman said smiling understanding now what you meant

“Gracias... muchas gracias” you sniffled emotionally and the elder woman smiled at you friendly

“¿Podemos llamar a alguien que conoces?” the woman asked friendly

“No... Olvidé mi teléfono con mi hermana...” you said quietly

“Tienes un nombre?? tengo una agenda” the old grey haired woman asked

“Eli Putellas?” you asked carefully and the face of the woman lit up

“Eli?? Ella vive tres casas más adelante” the elder laughed

“Qué?” you asked surprised

“Sí... ven uno...” the woman smiled and stood up while you followed wordlessly

“Hola Eli” the elderly woman greeted an other woman who just opened the door

“Hola Guadalupe... ¿Qué puedo hacer por ti?” the blonde woman asked and you immediately saw where Alexia got her looks from

“Este pequeña salió corriendo de casa y dijo que ayudarías....” the grey haired woman said and you stood a little bit behind her chewing on your lip nervously when Eli mustered you up and down

“Gracias Guadalupe... Sé a quién llamar para asegurarme de que regrese a casa sana y salva...” Eli smiled and just with Alexia you knew it wasn't a smile from the heart instead a calming one for the woman in front of her

“De Nada Eli... adios pequeña neña” the elder woman smiled and squeezed your cheek while you force a smile on your face

“Gracias.. muchas gracias” you fake smiled and winced a little bit at the strength she squeezed your cheek before she left

“I'm gonna call Alexia that you're here” Eli said shortly and you innerly cringed

“Thank you” you mumbled ashamed

“You know they're scared for your well-being right... Alexia called me hours ago” the eldest Putellas looked at you with slight disappointment in her voice

“I'm sorry...” you said even more ashamed

“We're going to talk in a minute.. I have a phone call to make” Eli said firmly pulling out her mobile waiting for the call to connect “Tu Cariño está conmigo... no me preguntes cómo llegó hasta aquí pero está salva... no Alexia... dame un tiempo a solas con ella...”

You pulled a grimance knowing the oldest Putellas will go all momma bear on your ass – probably worse than Keira would

“Sí... una hora” Eli nodded “T'estimo fins a la meva estrella”

“So.... let's talk” the eldest Putellas looked at you expectantly “Why did you just run away?”

“I had a fight with my gi... friend...” you said and quickly corrected yourself

“You do know my daughter is like a gay icon right? I have no problem that you have a girlfriend” Eli said softly immediately after hearing how you corrected yourself

“I don't know if she's still my girlfriend...” you said and you felt the tears coming back again

“Because you had a fight? Oh pequeña... in every relationships fighting is normal... have you ever witnessed how much Alexia and Olga fight? No? Believe me.. they do.. It's not pretty... both of them are hot blooded if they wanted to be... but they always end up together communicating... and that's what you will do to... Alexia is on her way to bring you home.. none of them is angry with you or mad – they were just scared... but they won't held it against you... you will talk to your girlfriend tonight and you'll get it out of the way” the oldest Putellas said softly

“What if she doesn't want to be my girlfriend anymore?” you mumbled ashamed starting to chew on your lip again

“Over a small fight? Then she might be the biggest idiota on this planet” Eli said softly “And she wouldn't be worth your love mi sol...”

“I should've acted more grown up...” you mumbled

“But you are not... that's what you both need to understand... you are a teenager – a very mature one of what I hear – but still a teenager....” the eldest Putellas smiled “... you both need to grow into this relationship... grow with each other... I mean... Alexia once fought with Jenni over the last piece of Canelones... it was ridiculous... it wasn't a small disagreement – it was a full fight... and as hard as it was for me I let them sort it out themselves...”

“Really?? Over food?” you raised your eyebrow bewildered

“Sí... both of them are very stubborn... and both of them can eat a lot” Eli chuckled “... so you will go with Alexia when she arrives and just talk to that girl... communication is the most important part”

“Muchas gracias” you mumbled a little ashamed for making a big deal out of nothing

“No need pequeña” Eli smiled and the door bell rang

You heard Eli speaking in hushed spanish and you knew she was talking to Ale. You knew they were talking so lowly so you wouldn't understand anything but still you picked up the one or other word. When Alexia finally entered the living room where you were seated she had a look of love and concern on her face

“Cari.... what were you thinking??” the blonde asked softly

“Alexia...” Eli scolded her daughter immediately “... Vaig dir que la deixes en pau”

“Necessito saber què estava pensant per saber on portar-la... la porto a casa... o a la Lucía... o la porto a casa amb mi” Alexia said quickly after she flinched shortly at her mothers scolding tone

“Both of you realize I do understand quiet a bit of catalan right?? I don't want to go to Luce... I rather go to Keira” you grumbled a little offended

“It's my mothers tongue... it's not to offend you you baby...” the blonde rolled her eyes and you knew whatever happens you'd always have her in your corner

“I'm not a baby” you exclaimed and missed the fond smile on Elis lips while Alexia pinched your cheek grinning widely

“I could be your mother” the blonde laughed loudly at your shocked face

“EW!!!!” you screeched disgusted

“When you were born I just started dating Jenni...” Alexia was still laughing

“... yeah well... she would be such a cool mom” now it was on you to snicker

“disculpe????” the blonde exclaimed

“Ugh... my all time favourite word of all words...” you rolled your eyes

“Come on Cariño... let's get you home sí?” Alexia said softly knowing you just tried to buy time

“Do I have to?” you asked insecure

“Sí... it doesn't get better if you wait longer” the blonde pulled you up and into her side keeping you close to her “It'll be okay... I promise Cari”

“If not I tell the court I want to live with my other mom in Mexico” you grumbled making Alexia laugh

“I'll tell Jenni... she'll be so happy” the blonde laughed as she slowly walks the two of you towards the door stopping quickly at her mothers to press a loving kiss to her cheek “Gracias mamí”

“Siempre mi amor... asegúrate de que cuiden al pequeña....” Eli smiled lovingly

“Promesa mamí” Alexia smiled back

“Ale... what if I just fucked up the best thing I ever had??” you asked your voice a little scared

“You didn't Cari...” Alexia chuckled “... you had a fight... that's normal... you just need to talk about it to Georgia okay... she feels very bad too... you both got emotional and while I don't support your reaction and you DEFINATLY will talk and apologize to Jana you and Georgia both reacted a little bit over the top”

“You promise everything will be okay?” you asked in a small voice

“Sí mi Cariño... I promise” Alexia smiled encouraging “... and don't tell your sister I said that... but make-up sex? Better than any sex you could think off”

“Really??” you perked up before faking being disgusted “.... I mean.... Ew... sex.... ew”

“Your sister is not around... you don't have to pretend...” the blonde said flatly when there was a knock on her window “Jesús y María”

“Ehrm... can I speak to Bubs for a second?” Lucy looked past Alexia smiling at you in the passenger seat

“Where did you even come from??” Alexia panted still recovering from her shock

“Came up the road” your sister shrugged her shoulders making you chuckle

“You saw her didn't you...” the spaniard looked at you with a raised eyebrow

“I didn't need to see her... I can feel her whenever she's close” you grinned “... it's just how we always were... saved me ass quiet a few times”

“It's scary” Alexia mumbled

“Oh it's very convenient” you shrugged your shoulders

“Bubs? A word?” your sister interrupted your small talk with her capitan

“Sure...” you said a bit unsure as you exit the car “Moohchas grazias Ale”

“Stop butchering my language” Alexia yelled after you but you heard the smile in her voice

“Yeah...??” you shuffled in front of Lucy

“Relax... nothing bad... come on Bubs... let's take a little walk shall we” Lucy smiled throwing her arm around your shoulders pulling you forward

“Now I'm really scared” you mumbled

“No... but let's talk about what happened back at Nuo.. why did you run Bubs?” your sister said carefully

“I was scared... I was really scared about her... and she has the AUDACITY to fuck about because I was concerned” it broke out of you

“She was scared about you too you know... you have to understand that IF it ever comes out as long as you are underage Bubs...” Lucy started before you interrupted her rolling your eyes

“... she can get in serious troubles yes I know” you said lamely

“No Bubs... let me finish... I know that's what we always told you... but the truth is... Georgia doesn't care... she doesn't care what's at stake for her... she loves you” Lucy said firmly making you look at her “... she LOVES you Bubs”

“Then why did she say it?” you had tears in your eyes

“She was scared... we all do and say things we don't mean when we're hurt or scared or angry” your sister said softly whiping away a tear that rolled over your cheek “... I'm gonna drive you to their hotel okay... you two talk it out and when you're done talking I'll bring you home okay... or to Keira or back to ours”

“Maybe... possibly...” you stammered “... you could pick me up tomorrow morning?”

“Sure... I know it was a lot...” Lucy shrugged her shoulders before she caught on “... wait a second... absolutely NOT... you come home with me tonight”

“Lucy come on....” you whined

“No...” your sister said her face scrunched up

“Ugh...” you groaned but then you had an Idea

You pulled out your phone grinning evilly as you scrolled through your contacts before finding the one you were looking for

“Hola...” you smiled into the phone when the other person picked up your sister eying you sceptically “... can I stay the night at Georgias?”

You smiled even wider as the person on the other end agreed and you held the phone out for your sister to take

“Here... Ona wants to talk to you” you grinned victoriously and Lucy groaned loudly as she accepted the phone and the following telling off her girlfriend had to offer

You never were so nervous in your whole life than right now – okay that was a lie. You were nervous when you met Wendi Renard. But that was because she was so freaking tall you got scared the first time you literally bumped into her. You were running away from Lucy laughing loudly when you hit a wall. Or so you thought – it was Wendi. The tall defender looked down on you where she put you on your ass and you just squeaked and shuffled backwards. But now you were nervous for a different reason. You were shuffling in front of the door of your maybe still girlfriend for the past 10 Minutes now not really knowing what to do. You knew what to do – knock, wait until she opened the door, wing it from there. But something inside you held you back. What should you say? Would she even want to talk to you? Would she even want to see you? What would...

“Are you going to knock anytime soon or do I have time to go over the game to see where we can improve for the second leg?” you suddenly heard Georgias voice

You looked up seeing her leaning against the doorframe her arms crossed looking at you expectantly her foot in a boot out of precaution. You were so deep in your own thoughts that you didn't notice her opening the door and watching you for a few minutes before deciding to speak up

“I didn't know...” you mumbled not meeting her gaze

“... how to knock?” the blonde offered a small smile seeing how much it ate you “I can teach you... it's quiet easy once you get the hang of it”

“But there are so many techniques...” you said carefully still insecure

“Yeah... it's a lot of trail and error until you find your style...” Georgia held up her fist “... I prefer the double knock....” she knocked twice against the open room door “... then there's the triple knock which I personally already find annoying... then there's the more respectfully middle finger double knock...”

Your girlfriend showed you all the knocks she knew and with every second you felt more comfortable

“... and then there's the legendary Tooney knock... just knock so long and so persistent until the door gets opened and keep knocking until you nearly break Mearps nose” the blonde finished looking at you smiling

“Mhm...” you tried to smile back but all these negative thoughts about what happened earlier making it hard

Georgia extended her hand to you but mentally you weren't ready to accept her peace offering instead your head told you to run

“Don't...” Georgia said softly “... don't run again... Magda and Pernille rooming right down that corridor – I won't hesitate to call them to stop you”

“I..” you stammered as your breath quickens

“No... get out of your head...” the blonde kept her voice soft and calming “... tho we have to talk about earlier I won't let you run... not now and not ever...”

“Why?” you squeaked out and it was that second Georgia decided to just pull you inside her room knowing how nosey her teammates can be

“Breath...” the blonde said firmly but still soft “... I need you to breath for me Babe”

“You... you... you...” you pressed out not knowing how to word the thoughts that were running through your mind

“I WON'T let you run...” Georgia said again grabbing your shoulders hoping to ground you “... not now.. not ever... I don't care what people say... I don't care if they take away my cleats.... I don't care if they think it's wrong... you and I and all the people who are important to us know it's not... I'm sorry how I reacted back then... I was so scared someone would interpret it the way it is and it would affect your life... not mine.. I don't care about that... but I love you... I care about you and your well-being... I don't want them to come after you”

“Georgia” you just pressed out tears running down your cheeks and to your girlfriend it sounded so much like a call for help

“I'm here... I'm right here” Georgia mumbled her hands moving from your shoulders to cup your face her forehead resting against yours “... if you like it or not... I'm not going anywhere”

“Why?” you cried your hands fisting her shirt you holding on for dear life

“Because I love you... and whatever gets thrown at us we'll battle it together...” your girlfriend said softly pressing a loving kiss to your lips

“I'm sorry.... I'm so so sorry” you cried “... I... I was so scared...”

“I know... I know Baby... I was scared for a moment too... it's okay to get scared... but don't let the fear take over” Georgia whispered “... you scared Jana too”

“I mean... she should have seen it coming... she was staring at you the whole game” you grumbled through your tears making Georgia bursting out laughing

“She was marking me... of course she was watching where I was going” your girlfriend laughed “... someone is jealous”

“Am not” you grumbled “... she has her Dutch... she can leave my....”

“I'm not dutch” Georgia deadpanned and you just grumbled at her for knowing where you were going with your talking

“Are we gonna be okay?” you suddenly asked scared of her answer

“No... we're not going to be okay Baby... we are okay...” your girlfriend said softly “... we will have misunderstandings and fights and everything... but I know that we'll always find each other again”

“How can you be so sure?” you asked insecure

“You make me think of things I never thought about before...” Georgia shrugged her shoulders carefully manovering you towards the bed

“Like?” you let her push you around until your knees hit the bed and you fell on it

“If we should buy a house here or in England....” your girlfriend simply said laying down next to you “... what Dog we're going to get... I want a big one by the way... how you'll look in my Jersey in the kitchen when I come down in the morning for breakfast and you wear JUST my jersey... how Lucy buys the house next to us just out of spite and how she sits on her front porch with her binoculars writing everything down we do... she'll probably has a bb gun at hand to shoot us as soon as we get to close....”

“That's oddly specific” you scrunched your nose up at the thought of your sister being your neighbour

“How beautiful you'll look on our wedding day” Georgia said her voice lowly and you felt how your heart missed a beat “... fair warning... I'm going to ask you one day... so don't be too surprised”

“Don't do it in front of millions” you whispered back because you felt how your thoughts drifted to the pictures your girlfriend just described just from your view

“I would never... I know you don't like the attention... just us... I promise... and maybe our dog..” your girlfriend said her voice barely over a whisper

“I want a Rottweiler or something like this... or a mix... Maverick... I want to call him Maverick” you said and felt how all the stress left your body and you started to relax

“Sounds good... we're gonna get him these badass looking collars so everyone will think he's badass but in reality he's just a big puppy and the most loving and caring soul” Georgia kept her voice soft feeling how you relaxed next to her before she pulled you into her side

“I'm so tired...” you mumbled against her chest

“Sleep...” your girlfriend whispered peppering your face with soft kisses

“Alexia said make up sex is next level” you mumbled and yawned

“Just imagen how good it'll be if we have make up sex after we have to wait another two weeks” Georgia grinned “... I'm thinking of getting Lucy the apartment next to mine so she'll have to listen to you screaming my name”

“Please don't.... she'll shoulder check the door” you mumbled already half asleep “... she'll know the next morning anyway”

“Oh and why's that?” your girlfriend chuckled

“Normally I have a slight limp... except you decided to lower your standard” you yawned and Georgia snorted

“Never...” the blonde huffed “... sleep Baby”

Now that you were alone again with Georgia back in Munich you felt lost. The Barca girls went on with their days of training, recovery, media and what else. You – you tried to keep your head above the water of life. Keira was the first to notice that something wasn't right with you. She tried to talk to you about it but you immediately closed off and changed the topic. Knowing you for most of your life Keira decided to leave it for the moment but she talked to Lucy about it who said she'll keep an eye on you but that she couldn't do anything more than that. The next one who noticed you were off was Alexia. Seeing you mindlessly walking around the pitch sparked her interest so her eyes found you through the training more often but even when you looked straight at her you didn't really see her. Mapí was next. Her tries to make you laugh and giggling all the time because she just loved you where met with a tight lipped smile but nothing more. Pina and Patri tried to get you to play a prank on Alexia for good measure but you just shook your head. Ona of course noticed too – she tried to get you to talk to her a few times offering a shoulder to cry on or an open ear to listen but you never came back to her for the offers. Ingrid watched all of this with concern from a little further away – she understood what part of the problem was but she also understood that there were things you needed to deal with yourself. So when her girlfriend declared she'll kidnap you away from the mean adults (meaning Alexia, Lucy, Keira and Ona) and make you happy again by letting you spend all her salary in the arcade and get you all the ice cream you want she told Mapí to leave you alone so you could sort yourself out.

“I'm really getting concerned” Ona said one night as she and Lucy were laying on their couch “... since Georgia left she's just a shadow.... Tana came up to me today asking why y/n lost so much weight and that she wouldn't need a diet”

“She's falling back into old bad habits.... we need to do something to pull her back up” your sister said chewing her lip already noticing your weight loss

“I think it would be good if we get her back here” the blonde spaniard said carefully

“I would agree but I know her... she'll fight us on it and it'll only makes it worse” Lucy said “... we need to time it right... she needs to come to us first...”

“I'm scared for her well-being Lucy” Ona mumbled against your sisters chest

“I'm too.... but she needs to realize she's not alone... if we push her too hard she'll run...” your sister pressed a sweet kiss on the top of the spaniards head

“Will she come here?” the blonde asked

“She will... in her own time” Lucy said convincing – she just didn't know if she was convincing Ona or herself

It was about a week later in the middle of the night when Lucy got woken up by rapid knocking – no... hammering – on her door

“Fuck sakes... if that's Mapí again I'm going to kill her” Lucy mumbled getting out of bed padding down the corridor

“What??” your sister snapped ripping the door open

“The Jersey lost her smell...” you said your lip trembling as you stood in front of your sisters door shivering from the rain that was pouring down “... I didn't wash it but it still lost her smell Luce”

“Bubs” Lucy whispered shocked

“I can't sleep without her here... I miss her so much” you stammered out tears already pooling in your eyes

Lucy didn't say anything as she pulled you inside lifting you into her arms – which was scaringly easy – and carried you down the hallway towards the bathroom while you cried into her neck fisting her shirt in your hands. Your sister didn't care that she would wake up Ona as she kicked the door to their bedroom open walking straight to the bathroom where she got a hot shower going as she stepped into it with you still in her arms. She put you down carefully but her grip still strong on your waist when her girlfriend came into the bathroom

“Lucy??” Ona asked confused her eyes small with sleep

“It's okay... I've got it” Lucy answered firmly basically telling Ona to leave them alone

“I'll get some tea started” the younger catalan said a little hurt after she took in your shivering form holding onto your sister like a lifeline

“I miss her” you trembled in your sisters hold

“You're going to be okay Bubs...” your sister said softly holding you tightly “.. but we have to get you warm again... we're going to call G later okay... we're going to face time her and then we'll all have breakfast together”

That was five weeks ago and you were doing better. That morning Georgia was ready to jump on a plane already throwing clothes into her travel bag mindlessly before Lucy calmed her down saying that Barca would travel to Munich in two days anyway and she herself would forward all the flight information to Georgia so she could be there to pick you up. Not the team. You. Lucy understood meanwhile what a big part the young englishwoman played in your life and how much you needed her by your side

The moment you felt Georgias arms around you you broke down crying again. Right there in the busy Munich Airport where people where running to get a flight or people run up to their loved ones greeting them back home. Lucy and Alexia did a great job distracting fans from Georgia and you by “happily” giving out autographs and taking selfies (Alexia looking like she was dying inside like always) and Aitana going around asking people what they were working. You teached her to asked what they were working instead of asking IF they were working

Georgia and you talked all night and she made you promise to accept the help she knew the Team offered you – because her team will do the same the next day. Pernille bought a big basked of Kanelbullar defending them from the prying hands of her girlfriend. Magda was the happiest woman on earth when you gave her the first one you took out of the basket eating it ceremonially in front of Pernilles face to prove a point. Klara and Lea took you to the new Fan store on the Campus where they showed you the new picture that was hanging behind the register. It was you shouting and pointing while Georgia and Pernille ran past you and on the little badge under the picture it said “Champions League Barcelona 1st Leg winning thanks to Y/n Bronze and her ability to motivate the underdogs”

You watched the game from the stands since you got banned from the coaching zone through a red card in Barcelona with plain Bayern Jersey signed by all the players. Lucy tried to pull the Jersey over your head the second she saw you in the tunnel telling you you couldn't wear the enemies colours as you laughingly slapped away her hands for Ona sneaking up on you helping her girlfriend out – that was until the Munich girls registered what was happening and immediately started to get involved as well. It was all fun and jokes at this point but you made a promise to Lucy to at least put on a Barca Jersey for a picture of you, Keira, Georgia and herself after the game. You and Jana talked it out before the game and you apologized perfursley for scaring her and nearly hitting her for the young player to smile at you shyly telling you it's okay

The Game ended with a 2 – 0 win for Barcelona. Or a 2 – 0 loss for Munich. You were thrilled and heartbroken at the same time – seeing your family celebrate on the pitch while your closest friends and girlfriend sat non the grass defeated. You could hear the Barca fans chanting and the Munich fans sniffling next and behind of you. You turned in your seat to see a small girl around 5 years of age having big crocodile tears running down her cheeks

“Hey....” you said to the girl smiling “.... it's okay...”

“They losted” the girl sniffled

“Yeah they did...” you huffed slightly “... but they fought and it's okay to lose when you fight – because you don't give up and lose... giving up is never an option”

“But they losted to the stupid spanish womans” the brown haired girl sniffled again

“Who's your favourite player?” you asked deciding to ignore the comment and not point out that Ingrid and Caro are Norwegian, Lucy and Keira are english, Frido is Swedish and Pernille is Danish

“I like Frau Harder” the girl sniffled less now but with slight disgust you saw some snot running out of her nose

“P?? You got good taste... you picked a good player” you smiled and hoped the girl wouldn't want to hug you

“She looks very nice... and she scores a lot of goals” the girl now finally calmed down

“That she does” you hummed swallowing your sarcastic “just not today”-comment in favor of a not crying little girl “... where are your parents?”

“I'm here with my Papa...” the girl said “... he said to wait here... he brings back the cups where my water was in”

“That's very nice of your Papa... so what's your name?” you smiled

“Helena Valentina” the girl smiled proudly

“That's a very pretty name” you smiled back before you had an idea “Say Helena... do you want a picture with Pernille?”

“I would like one very much but she's always so busy... I tried before but she never heard me asking” the girl named Helena said getting a little sad again

“Well... we can't have that can we” you grinned “... we're gonna wait for your Papa and then we're gonna get you this picture okay? Your english is very good by the way”

“My Mama is english... she thought me since I was very little” Helena nodded like she wanted to prove a point

“Really? Where she from?” you asked interested

“Oswaldtwistle” the girl mumbled a bit

“Hey I know where that is...” you beamed “... it's near Blackburn right?”

“Yes... I don't like it there” Helena mumbled again “I like the place where my grandma is now”

“And where's that?” you asked interested

“Surrey” the girl smiled a little more

“Ah... a south londoner...” you hummed “... and you don't like Lucy Bronze or Keira Walsh? Or Georgia Stanway for the matter? She plays for Bayern”

“I do like them... but many people like Georgia...” Helena said seriously “... but not so many people like Frau Harder and she needs support too”

“That's true” you burst out laughing seeing a man coming down the stairs towards you two

“I'm really sorry if she bothered you” the man quickly said wedging himself between you and Helena

“Oh please... she's a very lovely kid...” you smiled friendly “You're Papa I assume?”

“Matthias” the man introduced himself shaking your hand

“I heard Helena likes Pernille Harder but never had a chance to get a picture with her” you hummed

“Yeah... we tried a couple of times but we never were lucky enough to make it to the front while the players were still there” the man sighed knowing how much his daughter would love a picture with her idol

“Well.... let's change that shall we?” you sighed looked down to the pitch and whistled loudly which cause Georgia whip her head around searching the smaller crowd for you

When you two locked eyes your girlfriend raised her eyebrows in question and you tried to sign her that you needed Pernille to come over. Of course Georgia didn't understand you and tipped on Keiras shoulder pointing towards you which caused in you slapping your hand against your forehead. Kei shook her head confused at you and you tried again to make her understand you needed Pernille. Thank god Keira was fluent in you-ish and understood and went over to talk quickly to the blonde Dane and pointed at you. You made a come here gesture when P looked over.

“What?” Matthias asked confused

“Come on... let's get you that picture okay” you just grinned standing up walking down the stone stairs towards the barriers while Pernille (and of course Magda) came strolling over

“If I came over here for you to yell at me I'm leaving again” Pernille said and you saw how much that loss takes a toll on her

“No... you played amazing P... you all did... I got you over here because of little Helena here... she's a big fan but she never was able to get a picture with you” you smiled at the Dane “... even tho she tried many times”

“Oh my God... of course... come here sweetie” Pernilles face immediately lit up when she spotted the little girl behind the legs of her Dad hiding

“I swear P is very nice Helena” you said crouching down to her height “... I would watch out for Magda... the woman will eat all your sweets and then lie to you that she didn't”

“It was ONE time... and I didn't know it was your TWIX” the swede exclaimed

“You didn't even apologize...” you bit back “... you said “yeah well sorry”...”

“Sorry is a word you use for apologizes right??!!” Magda said confused

“Not if you say it like you did... you weren't sorry at all” you grumbled

“Okay stop it... I'll buy you a new TWIX later...” Pernille rolled her eyes at the antics of you two “... but I think I owe a fan a picture right”

“Do you want a picture with P Helena?” you asked the still shyly hiding girl

“Yes please” the girl mumbled into the back of her Dads legs

“Then come here...” you smile encouraging “.. I promise P is very nice...”

You helped the girl over the barrier lifting her into Pernille waiting arms who easily put the girl down in front of her

“Phone” the Dane looked at you expectantly and you just turned around to Matthias who started to quickly fumble for his phone

He gave you his mobile and you quickly chucked it at Magda to take some pictures

“Make yourself useful swede” you huffed still sour because the blonde ate your chocolate

“Make yourself useful” Magda imitated you under her breath making Pernille chuckle and you growling “Okay sweetie... smile”

Helena had the biggest toothiest grin you could imagen and you couldn't help yourself but grin too and make a little fun of Pernille

“You too P... smiiiilllleeee” you laughed while Magda made one picture after the other at one point even laying down on the pitch for getting “a better angle”

You transferred the young girl back to her father after a few minutes – and some signings from Pernille, Magda, Aitana, Keira, G and Lucy.... and a very shy request if Helena could have another picture with Alexia who again tried to smile friendly and you broke down laughing as she once again looked like she was dying inside.

Georgia took you out to the best Burger place you ever set a foot in and you demolished a whole burger and all the sides much to the happiness of your girlfriend. You spend the night with G in her apartment both of you too exhausted to do anything other than lay on the couch – you obviously on top of your Girlfriend – and watch some sort of murder documentary. You were half asleep on top of Georgia with her continually softly scratching the back of your neck playing a little bit with the baby hair there and her soothing rhythmic breathing when you both shot up during a knock on Gs door.

“What the actual fuck??” you panted out from the shock”

“That...” Georgia looked confused towards the door when it knocked again

“It's not Lucy... Ona promised me she'll... occupie her for the night” you said disgust laced in your voice as Georgia stood up approaching the door carefully

“Yeah?” your girlfriend opened the door a crack to get pushed – door included – to the side

“Nena?? Are you in here?” you heard a very VERY familiar voice

“Mapí??” you asked confused sitting up on the couch

“Sí... ay dios I finally found you” the tattooed spaniard exclaimed happily as she fell on the couch right next to you

“¿Qué estás haciendo aquí?” you asked subconsciously switching to spanish

“Te estaba buscando POR TODAS PARTES” Mapí huffed while your girlfriend still stood frozen in place next to the door

“¿por qué?” you asked confused as Georgia realized what just happened and came into the living room with an upset “Hey!”

“Alexia nos separó a Ingrid y a mí y me aburrí solo así que pensé en mirar si estás bien... hay muchas puertas en esta casa... Y los alemanes no son amigables cuando tocas a sus puertas...” the spaniard shrugged her shoulders

“Please don't tell me you knocked on every single door...” you begged her knowing the answer already

“Of course I did... Lucy just said the street and number... not the name.. there's no Bronze here” Mapí looked at you like you were stupid

“Dear Jesus...” you whined “... of course not... her name is Stanway” you pointed at your girlfriend who stood in the middle of the living room looking a little lost

“Oh... yeah... my bad” the blonde spaniard shrugged her shoulders “... don't you want to offer me a drink?”

“I want to offer you a taxi to the hotel but I know that's not going to happen anytime soon...” you exhaled “... would you like a hot or cold beverage Mapí?”

“I would like some... do they have water in Germany?” Maps asked after thinking for a second

“No Mapí... if you want water you have to drink out of the toilet” you deadpanned sarcastically

“Ay dios mio... that's asquerosa” the tattooed spaniard exclaimed her face horrified

“Of course they have water here... you want normal water or with bubbles?” you exclaimed and out of nowhere Georgia bursted out laughing

“You two are best friend material...” your girlfriend heaved out in between laughs

“Sí we are” Mapí grinned proudly

“She's family at this point... can't do anything about it” you huffed holding out your hand so your girlfriend could pull you up “With or without León?”

“With... I'm all for protection” the blonde spaniard said seriously

“Estupida” you mumbled as you padded into the kitchen

“Okay.. you listen to me Stansway...” Mapí turned towards Georgia as soon as you left the room “... mi neña is precious okay... you are not allowed to hurt her again... I will personally come for your throat... I might look all nice and stuff but mi familia is holy to me... I will end you if you ever pull some shit like that again”

“I get it okay... I fucked up...” your girlfriend rolled her eyes “... I don't WANT to hurt her but you know yourself that that's part of relationships... don't tell me Engen and you never fight”

“We do... but never did one of us scraped on death door like she did the last few weeks” the blonde spaniard said and Georgia realized how much you meant to the Barcelona girls

“I try not to fuck up anymore...” Georgia looked Mapí dead in the eye “... I promise I TRY... but I can't promise that I won't”

“Bueno... I didn't come here so I potentially have to kill you... it would make mi neña sad...” Mapí nodded curtly when she spotted you entering the room again

“What makes me sad?” you asked as you pushed a glass of water into Mapís hand

“Lucy ate half your chocolate” the spaniard blurted out quickly

“WHAT?? That bitch!!” you exclaimed upset

“I'll get you new chocolate Babe okay...” your girlfriend played along with Mapís lie “... they have really good chocolate here...”

“It was Cadburys....” you grumbled “... the good shit”

“I'll text Leah to get some and send it over okay” Georgia tried again to get you to calm down

“I get you some tomorrow at the airport mi neña...” the blonde spaniard said “... and I'll break Lucys hands if she tries taking them from you...”

“You can't break her hands Maps...” you rolled your eyes but smiled a little bit

“Oh but I can...” the tattooed spaniard nodded quickly “... It's easy”

“You can't hurt her... you guys still need her” you pointed out

“Is she playing football with her hands?” Mapí asked confused

“Hm...” you said a little dumb folded “... fair point”

Of course Mapí decided to stay the night at your girlfriends place and you woke up to a million texts and calls all asking if you knew where the quirky spaniard was. You complemented if you should lie and just say you haven't seen her since the game but a very tearful call from Ingrid herself made you tell her that the stupid spaniard was snoring on your girlfriends couch. Let's just say Ingrid wasn't very happy with her girlfriend when she came to pick both of you up. Georgia came to the airport with you trying to get as much time with you before you had to leave. Lucy looked very tired as you approached her and Ona while the small spaniard grinned happily and it made you shudder

“Hey Bubs” your sister yawned and you immediately spotted a small but still very much present hicky on her collarbone and it made you pull your face up in disgust

“Don't touch me...” you heaved

“Excuse me...” Lucy looked at you shocked

“I don't know if you washed your hands...” you took a step back just to get hugged from behind from Ona who grinned from ear to ear

“Oh she did... this morning in the shower... three times” Ona mumbled into your ear having you in a death grip

“EEEEEEKKK...” you screeched and tried to get away from the spaniard with the result that you dragged her away with you – much to the amusement of all the other players

“Let goooo...” you whined when you spotted your resuce “... Keiraaaaaa”

“Hm??” the englishwoman looked at you unimpressed

“Help....” you whined trying to wriggle Ona off you

“Ehrm....” Keira pretended to think about helping you “... no”

“Whyyyyy...??” you whined loudly

“Well... I don't know if she washed her hands...” the englishwoman smirked sending you into a whole new frenzy trying to shake Ona off you

“Oh ew ew ew ew ew ew ew” you squeaked as you started to run in small circles dragging a laughing Ona along with you

“Calm down Bebita...” the small spaniard laughed holding onto you tightly “... I promised you I washed my hands...”

“Ggggggg!!!!” you yelled taking off towards your girlfriend

“What should I do??” your girlfriend looked at you shocked

“Get it off meeee” you whined stopping right in front of her turning around so you and Onas back were facing Georgia

“Maybe just ask nicely if she could let go?” Georgia looked at you shocked not knowing how to cope with the situation

“Let go... let go... let go...” you started to wriggle more strongly much to Onas amusement who just tightened her grip on you

“Cariño!!” Alexia called over “Stop playing around.... we're boarding soon”

“Make her let goooo...” you whined and Alexia just rolled her eyes

“Ona...” the blonde capitan huffed out and Ona immediately let go of you “... gracias”

“You are a very mean spaniard” you grumbled making Ona laugh again

“You still love me” the small player chuckled

“No I don't...” you grumbled as you pushed yourself past her in the arms of your girlfriend

“Yes you do” Georgia chuckled “... we see each other soon okay?”

“Can't you...” you mumbled against your girlfriends shoulder

“You know I can't Babe...” your girlfriend mumbled against your hair so no one would hear her words

“How soon is soon?” you asked your voice lowly

“Soon... couple of weeks” Georgia pressed a suble kiss to your hairline

“You promise?” you asked getting insecure

“I promise... I swear on my life” your girlfriend smiled softly

“I saw your life... swear on something else” you deadpanned pushing a little bit away so you can look at her

“I have a good...” Georgia started but with three pair of raised eyebrows directed at her made her shut up quickly “... what??”

“Yes G... you have a perfect life...” Keira said sarcastically “... let's start with your german lessons... when was the last time you went?”

“I go every time I have time...” your girlfriend defended herself

“You were on injury break...” Lucy pointed out

“And I couldn't walk... how should've gotten there??” Georgia grumbled

“Taxi... Uber... Teammates...” Keira deadpanned

“Fuck you Walsh...” your girlfriend huffed making you laugh

“Come on Bubs.... we need to go... Ale is THIS close to get a coronary” your sister laid her arms around your shoulders and pulled you away a little bit

“One minute... please Luce” you begged her quietly

“Okay... one minute” Lucy smiled softly as you immediately turned around again throwing yourself into the arms of your girlfriend

“What you want to do tonight Bubs??” Lucy asked you as you exit the airport in Barcelona

“Dunno...” you said sadly already missing your girlfriend

“Alexia asked if we want to come around later... she'll make dinner and apparently she has a surprise guest for you” Ona said as she flanked your other side

“Hm....” you hummed and your sister noticed how down you were

“Let's just go over there for an hour and then we can leave again okay Bubs... Kei will be there too” your sister said softly and you nodded slowly

“An hour?” you asked

“Just an hour... if you want to stay longer then that's okay too.... let's just play it by ear okay?” Lucy kept her voice soft and you nodded again

“Okay... so how does this game work?” Mapí asked confused again after dinner when all of you relocated to Lucys and Onas living room since Alexia put her foot down not wanting Mapí and you ever again together in her living room... and with all of you you meant half the team plus the “surprise guest” in form of Jenni Hermoso herself

“Gosh.. you're dense sometimes.. someone tells two truths and one lie... as a group – or more groups – you have to find out the lie” you rolled your eyes as you explained again “It's literally called “Two truths and a lie”... it's not rocket science León”

“Ay... don't last name me... I didn't do anything trouble... not fair” Mapí immediately exclaimed

“You being stoopid” you said huffy

“If you don't stop immediately you both go to bed early” Keira interrupted your interaction knowing both of you were too stubborn to back down now “and no you won't share a room”

“Wow.. Walsh in mom mode... didn't think I live to see the day” Lucy teased her ex who immediately kicked her ankle

“Thanks to you I got thrown into motherhood pretty early in my life – and let me tell you I decided real motherhood can wait a few more years...” the blonde said firmly

“I second that” Alexia mumbled next to her “... these two made me rethink my whole life plan... I already told Olga no kids for the next 10 years”

“Oy!!” you exclaimed as Mapí backed you up with a “Ay!!”

“We're gonna play now or you want to send the kids to bed.... mom” your sister smirked at Keira who just threw her a death glare

“Okay.... since I know Mapí is stoopid and doesn't understand the concept of TWO TRUTHS AND ONE LIE.... you go as a group or pairs?” you said railing Maps up on purpose

“Bitsy” Keira warned you knowing what you were doing

“Sorry mom” you said ashamed and the blonde just huffed

“I would say pairing up as three?” Lucy said looking around “Ona, Kei and me.. Ale, Pina and Frido... Maps, Ingrid and Caro... Patri, Panos and Cata?”

“And what's with me?” Jenni asked confused looking around

“You're the ref” your sister said “You have to decide who wins if there's a draw”

“What does the winner get?” Pina asks now interested

“Bragging rights?” you said shrugging your shoulders

“That's lame” Mapí mumbled

“I can tell you how WE use to play it but there responsible adults around” you smirked

“Oh do tell Bitsy” now Keira seems interested “Who's “we” and how do you play”

“Ehrm...” you stuttered knowing you just fucked up “We... like... Toons, Less, G, Niamh... you know... the gang.... Mills and Rach” you mumbled quickly

“Hm...” the blonde made a “go on” sound and raised her eyebrow at you

“and the winner gets... gets... gets” you tried to find a way out of the situation “... gets... coffee.... yes.. YES.. coffee!! For a week”

Now Keira just lifted both eyebrows her jaw set as she looked at you expectantly and finally you broke

“Winner decides what loser has to do... and mostly it's not nice stuff” you mumbled under your breath

“Like?” Keira didn't give up

“Get coffee at Starbucks at 8AM” you said ashamed and just as Keira wanted to say something you mumbled a “naked”

“Excuse me???” now your sister looked at you like you lost your goddamn mind

“It wasn't me” you quickly clarified

“Then who...” Lucy asked before she remembered the newspaper article “... YOU made Millie Bright walk into Starbucks naked???”

“Yeah...” you snorted “... was payback for her making me call Viv topless – poor woman ran into a cupboard”

Jenni spit her drink out she just took a sip from and started coughing while Mapí burst out laughing, Alexia looking horrified, Keira just shook her head and Lucy gasped for air

“Okay... winner get's to decide what loser has to do... if there's more than one loser team it gets decided by coin toss who has to do it... okay... here we go” you quickly got on with the game before more questions arise – you kept the worst to yourself and told them a rather harmless thing

“Okay...” you thought for a second “... I taught Ella Toone to waltz, I taught myself to play the violin and I let my girlfriend tattoo me.... find the lie”

“Easy” your sister snorted but you KNEW she would be wrong

“Can we ask questions?” Pina asked a little confused

“Sure” you shrugged your shoulders

“Okay... what is the tattoo” Pina asks immediately catching on that she can rule things out by asking the right questions

“It's something personal – it's not about me but about someone who is very important to me” you answer with a straight face

“Hm...” Pina mused

“When did you start to play the violin?” now Ingrid asked

“About three years ago” you kept a straight face through your answers not wanting to give something away

“Who taught you?” the norwegian asked

“Started with YouTube videos and then got a teacher after about six month because I found out I liked it and want to continue playing” you said

Ingrid nodded and turned to Caro and Mapí so they could consult about the lie

“How long did it take you to teach Tooney to waltz” Keira smirked already figured out the lie herself but she kept it to herself for fun of the game

“Forever” you rolled your eyes “But hey – there's only so much to do in Manc...”

“More specific?” Keira pressed you smirking

“Ugh... something between 6 and 18 month” you rolled your eyes knowing Keira figured you out

“That's oddly unspecific” Alexia looked confused

“Look... if you spend too much time with Ella Toone and Less Russo you don't even remember your own name because these two kill every living brain cell you own... so that is more than specific” you cleared up

“What violin do you play?” Ingrid interrupted pondering looking you straight in the eyes

“A Karl Höfner Allegro 4/4” you answered confident and Ingrid eyes widen a little bit

“Where is your tattoo” Alexia asked and she seemed pretty sure about her assumption

“On my ribcage” you smirked

“I saw you without a shirt” Mapí yelled out before Caro elbowed her in the side and shushed her

“We all saw her without a shirt genius... she was in a sports bra and shorts at the beach” Patri rolled her eyes

“Any more questions?” you asked into the round looking around

All the players shook their head and you smiled

“Okay.. you get a minute to decide on an answer... put it down on paper and give your answer to the ref and I'll tell her what the lie is and then she can sort the rest out”

After a minute every team gave a folded paper to Jenni who looked at you expectantly as you leaned over and whispered the lie into her ear. Her eyes grew wide and she looked at you shocked

“Seriously?? THAT'S the lie... ay dios mio... I'm already looking forward when this comes out...” she smirked evilly

“Get going then” you grinned back seeing different reactions on the different peoples faces

“Okay... Team Goalfielder?? What is Goalfielder?” Jenni asked confused

“These two” Panos pointed to Cata and Patri “I had nothing to do with that”

“What does that even suppose to mean?” Jenni asked even more confused

“Goalkeeper and Midfielder... Midkeeper sounded stupid” Patri said in a “duh” voice

You snorted loudly while Mapí repeated the two words lowly and nodded at Goalfielder understanding and the rest of the team just groaned

“Okay... team... goalfielder... sorry I can't say that” the dark haired spaniard said “Panos... your team is wrong... that's not the lie”

“Damn it... told you!!” Panos grumbled at her two teammates

“Okay... who came up with Norwegian-connection??” Jenni asked upset feeling like an idiot as Ingrid and Caro pointed to Mapí who just grinned proudly

“This is gets worse and worse” Jenni mumbled before opening the folded paper “Nope... also wrong... not the lie”

“I swear Alexia if you put down a stupid team name too I go on a strike” Jenni threatened her best friend looking at the folded paper “Sweniards? SWENIARDS???!!!!”

“I have PINA on my team” Alexia said back seriously “You think I wanted that??”

That did it for you – you couldn't hold yourself together anymore and just bursted out laughing and if it wasn't for Jenni herself who held you back you would have fallen of a couch once again.

“I swear you all do that to piss me off” Jenni mumbled “Nope... also wrong”

“Keira please... save my dignity when I turn around that paper there's no team name on it” Jenni basically begged Keira who smirked

“Sorry Hermoso... but everyone has one” the blonde said

“Really... “The exes”?? Not really fitting is it now??” the dark haired raised her eyebrow annoyed

“Why?” Lucy asked confused “Kei is my Ex, I'm her ex...”

“So this team is you and Keira and Ona just sits there looking pretty?” you asked confused now

“Thank you for calling me pretty” Ona smiled at you

“Ay Batlle.. I'M pretty spaniard...” Alexia shoved her teammates ankle playfully

“No Bitsy... Ona is an Ex too” Keira smirked down right evil

“Huh?” Mapí, Pina and you didn't catch on while Caro just looked at Lucy, Keira and Ona with wide shocked eyes

“Ona is technically my ex Bitsy” Keira rolled her eyes

“Excuse me... wha???” you still couldn't grab it

“Before you break her... you're right... point for... the exes” Jenni rolled her eyes

“Oh I know...” Keira just waved off grinning

“OH DEAR JESUS FUCKING DISTGUSTING CHRIST!!!” you yelled out horrified scrambling backwards until you sat on Jennis lap

“NOW she has it” Keira laughed and even Lucy and Ona started laughing at your reaction

“Is this whole sport one big swap meet????????” you screeched as Jenni held you in her lap securely so you wouldn't fall over the arm of the couch

“I could say...” Lucy started as she got interrupted from Mapís screech

“WHY???!!!”

“Why what?” Ingrid asked her girlfriend

“Why did... THEY” Mapí asked shocked pointing from Keira to Ona and back

“Call it stress relieve” Keira shrugged her shoulders “No strings – just stress relieve”

“You” Mapí pointed at Ona “You look so nice and innocent and sweet and loving”

“Yeah no... she's not” Lucy snorted pulling Ona onto her lap

“Okay... but what's the lie now?” Pina asked still not catching on and everyone was thankful for her obliviousness

“It's IMPOSSIBLE to teach Ella Toone anything...” you waved off

“So all of you were wrong except the... unconventional threesome over there” you pointed at your sister, her ex and current girlfriend but you wouldn't look at them

“Damnit.. I was so sure you have no tatts” Mapí snipped her fingers

“Why would you think that... have you seen me girlfriend??” you asked confused

“Because they would kill you” Mapí pointed at Keira and Lucy who infact did look a little pissed

“About that” your sister started “Please tell me you're joking and you in fact changed the game to two lies and one truth”

“Oh no...” you shook your head like it was nothing

“Show me... right now” Lucy growled “I can't believe you have a tattoo... and I will rip G a new one for putting one on you”

“It's just her name” you rolled your eyes railing your sister up

“EXCUSE ME????” your sister exploded “NAME????!!!!!”

“And a little heart next to it” you said sweetly

“Bitsy” Keira said calmly as she laid her hand on Lucys arm “Tell me it's not a name with a heart”

“Dear god.. what do you think of me?? I'm no idiot” you rolled your eyes

“Then show us” Lucy demanded and you pulled your shirt over your head and lifting your bra a little bit so roman number were revealed

“What's that?” your sister asked confused “but good place... nicely hidden.. and really nicely done” she complemented Georgias work

“It's a date” you said as you pulled your bra down again so your tattoo was hidden again

“A date?” Alexia asked confused

“Yes... 26/06/13... June 26th 2013” you smiled slightly

“What's so special about this random day that you have it forever on your body?” Patri asked confused as she couldn't place anything special to that day

“It's...” you started but got interrupted by your sister

“It's the day of my first cap as a member of the Senior squad... against Japan” Lucy said lowly and you saw how emotional she got

“Don't start crying you sap” you threatened her smiling while Lucy just opened her arms and you quickly crawled over to her

“Don't infect me with whatever disease you have... don't want to end up as one of your exes too” you mumbled against your sister neck as she hugged you tightly and laughed at your comment

“That's cute... but now I want to know about the violin” Panos interrupted your sweet moment

“Uh yeah... forgot about that” Patri perked up

“You forget mostly everything” Alexia said nonchalantly

“What about Giovanni??” you asked as you pulled away from Lucy just a little bit

“You play?” Ingrid asked interested

“Still a beginner but yes...” you confirmed “Helped me sort my thoughts after me third ACL”

“It's amazing how Manchester you sound when you come of a call with Ella” Keira snorted over your deep Manchester accent.

“Want to play something together?” Ingrid smiled encouraging

“You play too?” you asked surprised

“Piano...” the norwegian nodded her head

“I never played with someone...” you started to bite your lip

“Pleeeaaaase y/n” Mapí begged “I bet it sounds amazing”

“We can do something easy” Ingrid nudged you a little bit

“Let me get Giovanni” you sighed knowing you wouldn't get out of playing anyway

You got to your room and got your violin from the back of the closet carefully putting the case on your bed opening it carefully. You opened the lid and took your violin out of the case going back to the living room

“I got me instrument... but where is yours?” you looked at Ingrid

“At home of course – it's not like I could carry around a Piano” the norwegian grinned

“Off to our house then” Mapí yelled already jumping up with Pina and Patri following suit

“So I put Giovanni back in his case?” you asked confused

“Or you play a single piece here and at a later date we could play together” Ingrid smiled encouraging

“Okay... but no one judges or says a word...” you said suddenly feeling a little bit insecure about your playing

“No one will judge Cariño” Alexia promised

“Can we....” you started at Keira for help

“What do you need Bitsy” the blonde said lowly

“Too bright” you mumbled and Keira understood immediately

“You got candles Luce?” Keira asked your sister

“Enough to set the north pole on fire” Lucy rolled her eyes pointing towards a cabinet

“I like candles okay?” Ona huffed

“They're lovely candles” Lucy said quickly and you snorted at their antics

Suddenly the light went out and there were just a few candles in the corner lighting the room just a tad. You took a deep breath lifting your violin trapping it between your neck and jaw. You closed you eyes lifted the bow and started playing. It was one of the easiest pieces you know but when you opened your eyes half way threw you could see tears streaming down Keiras face. Despite crying the blonde was smiling slightly. Lucy had Ona in her lap, your sisters head on her girlfriends shoulder her eyes closed as she listened to your play. Thank god nearly all of them were tone deaf so no one except for Ingrid noticed your little slip up right at the beginning. The norwegian had her head laid down on Mapís shoulder smiling slightly knowing how much courage it took for you to stand here in front of all of them and open up a little bit about yourself. Alexia just looked at you in awe while Jenni shook her head in disbelieve.

You looked around the living room while playing the little piece you knew by heart and realized that Lucy kept her promise once again – she brought you home

The End

So guys... that's it for now... there will be an epilogue at some point and I'll keep writing shorties but I don't have the time to belt out full chapters anymore – the story deserves more than I can give so I'm gonna end it here

(If you wondered what piece BB is playing... this piece)

#lucy bronze x reader #keira walsh x reader #ona batlle x reader #mapi leon x reader #barca femeni #jenni hermoso x reader #lucy bronze #alexia putellas x reader #woso image

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shaunamilfman · 7 months ago

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Dating Vault Dweller Lucy MacLean

never written anything but yellowjackets before but her girlfailure energy and complete lack of skills has entranced me

insists on giving you a tour of her vault. you could see everything interesting just from standing and turning in a circle, but she just has to show you all the “best spots”. it's just corners with interesting cracks in them.

takes you on little picnic dates because she read about them in her book club once. sitting around in the field eating canned tuna while people work around you but she's having a great fucking time. you've never seen her smile more.

big-time yapper. can talk for hours about the most niche topics if you let her. by the time she's done you can name almost every major player in some small skirmish 300 years ago. she gets so excited when she notices you're paying attention to whatever she's talking about. The girl just lights up and talks so fast you've got to ask her to slow down

if you didn't like reading before you'd better learn to love it because you will be joining that bookclub. by the time you've gotten around to reading it Lucy's pretty much spoiled the whole thing by accident. she just wants someone to talk about the exciting bits with and gets ahead of herself. sheepishly avoids eye contact when you put the book down and sigh.

she likes when you're good at things but lowkey resents when you're better at something than she is. you beat her out in riflery and she has such a strained smile when congratulating you on it. she hates not being good at something so much that she feels guilty for it.

definitely said “Golly!” after your first kiss

loves to sit around on your bed and watch you get ready. it takes all of five seconds to get your outfit on but she insists it's one of the best parts of her day.

insists on showering together to “save water”. always gets a little handsy but still rushes you out on time because she feels bad at the idea of wasting water.

Lucy wants to do anything and everything she can for you. she wants to impress you and show you how much she brings to the table, and the habit kind of just stays even after your relationship is well established. She takes a lot of pride in her skills and what better use for them than making life easier for her partner.

So easily won over by praise. No matter how sad or upset she is, you can always cheer her up at least a little by telling her how smart or good at something she is.

cannot be suave or subtle no matter how hard she tries. and she does, a lot. tries to hit you up with a one liner and tells the punch line first. tries to lean against the wall and stumbles face-first into it. makes you dinner and trips over the edge of a rug and drops it on your shoes. you just make her so nervous.

she's so blunt that it leads to the most awkward situations, but you almost prefer it to the havoc she brings when she purposely tries to be charming.

cannot lie to save her life. she’ll definitely try if it means sparing your feelings but she's so obviously lying that it doesn’t matter much. all “wow… you did such a good job!” but she’s choking it out and cannot meet your eyes.

she's so attached to you. would follow you from room to room all day if she could get away with it. she needs such constant affection and gives so much in return that it's a little overwhelming at first.

definitely the type to lick her thumb and try to rub the dirt off your forehead with it. she's so embarrassing, honestly. fiddles with your clothes to make sure they're presentable. you're going to dinner with 20 other people all wearing the same outfit, but god forbid yours is a little wrinkly.

you can always tell when she wants you to do something romantic for her because she'll leave out your nicest jumpsuit for you to wear as a hint.

catches you watching her fix pipes and assumes you want to learn instead of just ogling her. tries to explain it and you're like “yeah? that's crazy…” till she finally gets the hint. always looks so proud when she realizes you find her attractive, even after you've been together for a while.

lowers your guard with the most innocent-looking smile and then suddenly says “we should have sex” with all the subtlety of a train wreck. that awkward bluntness rearing its head again. can always trust Lucy to say the quiet part out loud.

loves to flirt with you but she is so bad at it. doesn't recognize the fact that she's bad at it either. hits you up with the worst fucking line known to man and looks so quietly smug about it.

#fallout x reader #lucy maclean x reader

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mapiforpresident · 8 days ago

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Game Night

patri x reader x pina

Your shared apartment was unusually lively tonight. The living room, usually a calm space where you and your girlfriends could cuddle after long training sessions, had been transformed into game night central. The coffee table was cleared of its usual magazines and candles, replaced with board games, card decks, and snacks. Patri, had insisted on organizing the evening.

You were currently arranging the last of the snacks when you felt a pair of hands slide around your waist. “You’ve been working too hard, amor,” Patri murmured, her warm breath brushing against your ear. “Come sit. Everything is ready.”

You turned your head slightly, catching the soft smile on her face and couldn't help but lean in to kiss her. “Just finishing up. Someone has to keep this night running smoothly.”

As if on cue, the doorbell rang. You glanced toward the door, but Claudia was already sprinting past you. “I got it!”

A flurry of greetings filled the room as Ona and Lucy walked in, followed closely by Mapi and Ingrid, and then the youngsters. Aitana and Alexia trailed in last and you thought you saw a hickey peaking out from Aitana's shirt and Alexia seemed happier than usual but you weren't going to question it.

“Are we ready to crush each other?” Mapi announced, setting a bottle of wine onto the table with a smirk.

“Relax, Mapi,” Ingrid said, rolling her eyes fondly. “It’s just game night.”

“There’s no such thing as ‘just game night,’” Patri muttered under her breath, earning a laugh from you.

~~~

You had barely explained the rules of Pictionary before things descended into chaos. Teams were chosen—Patri, Lucy, and Ona against you, Claudia, and Mapi. Ingrid had volunteered as the judge, sitting back with a wine glass in hand, clearly enjoying the show. The rest of the girls lounged around ready to watch the game

“Alright, first word!” Ingrid said, flipping the timer over.

Patri grabbed the marker and began sketching furiously on the whiteboard. Lucy and Ona leaned in, shouting guesses almost immediately.

“Boat! Sailboat! Canoe!”

“No, no, no!” Patri huffed, erasing part of her drawing and adding something new.

“Paddleboard?” Ona guessed, tilting her head.

“Time’s up!” Ingrid declared, stifling a laugh as Patri groaned.

“It was a submarine! How did you not see it?” Patri gestured dramatically to her admittedly questionable drawing.

Lucy squinted at the board. “That’s a banana with windows.”

The room erupted in laughter, and you found yourself leaning into Claudia’s side as she grinned. “Patri’s competitive streak is showing,” she whispered, her tone teasing.

Your turn came next, and you took the marker with an air of confidence. The word was “elephant,” and you began sketching quickly.

“Tree? No, wait, a flower?!” Mapi shouted before you had even drew a full line.

“It’s obviously a horse,” Claudia added.

“Are you two serious?” you groaned, adding the trunk to your drawing.

“An anteater!”

“A giraffe?”

“Time’s up!” Ingrid announced again, and you turned to your teammates in mock disbelief.

“It was an elephant!” you exclaimed.

Mapi threw her hands up. “Well, your drawing could’ve fooled me.”

Claudia nudged you playfully. “Maybe we’re just bad guessers, amor.”

~~~

Pictionary was abandoned after Mapi and Lucy started bickering over the rules, and someone suggested Uno as a less contentious alternative. It was, in hindsight, a terrible idea.

“Draw 2!” Claudia said gleefully, slapping down her card.

“Why me?” Mapi groaned as she picked the cards up.

“Because you deserve it,” Claudia teased, sticking her tongue out.

You laughed at the playful banter, but your attention was drawn to Patri, who had been suspiciously quiet. She glanced at her hand, then at the stack, her lips curling into a mischievous smile.

“I’m sorry, mi amor,” she said sweetly, before slamming a wild +4 card onto the pile.

Your jaw dropped. “Patri!”

“What? It’s part of the game,” she said innocently, though the gleam in her eye betrayed her.

“I thought you loved me!” you exclaimed dramatically, drawing your cards as the rest of the team burst into laughter.

Ona, meanwhile, had been plotting her own move as she skipped Lucy's turn.

The room erupted in chaos, with Mapi accusing Ona of stacking the deck after she used 4 skips in a row and Lucy attempting to challenge the legality of her skips. Amid the noise, you leaned back into your chair, Patri’s arm slipping around your shoulder.

“Chaos,” you murmured, though you couldn’t help but smile.

“Fun chaos,” Patri corrected, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

~~~

By the end of the night, the team had mellowed out, the earlier drama replaced by laughter and a few too many bottles of wine. Patri had pulled you onto the couch, her arms wrapped securely around you, while Claudia leaned against your other side.

“This was a good idea,” you said softly, glancing at the remnants of the evening scattered across the room.

Patri hummed in agreement. “Even if Mapi and Lucy nearly killed each other?”

“Especially because of that,” Claudia said, grinning. “What’s game night without a little drama?”

You laughed, feeling a wave of contentment wash over you. These moments, surrounded by your team and snuggled up with your girlfriends, were what made all the hard work worth it.

“Same time next month?” Ona called from across the room.

#woso #woso x reader #fcb femení #fcb femení x reader #fc barcelona femeni #claudia pina x reader #claudia pina #claudia pina imagine #patri guijarro x reader #patri guijarro #woso imagine

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ghoulfuckersincorporated · 7 months ago

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Prewar!Cooper told Barb that one of his favorite things about her was the fact that she always tries to do the right thing. The Ghoul is entertained by Lucy's "goody two-shoes" thing, at first, but is clearly very deeply impacted by the kindness that she shows him outside the Super Duper Mart.

Cooper Howard obviously likes good girls...corruption kink, anyone?

Prewar!Cooper would be sweet about it, even gentlemanly. He'd be respectful, slowly warming you up to all these ideas that you've never even heard of before. Of course, you trust him implicitly, and you're happy to go where he guides you. He would get a sense of the things you're into, what your boundaries are, but once he knew you well enough, he might start to nudge you in certain directions.

Taking you for a drive, his hand on your thigh slowly slipping higher until he's rubbing you through your underwear as you go along, working you up to an orgasm at a red light in full public view, completely aware that everyone can tell what's happening. Going for a long walk in a nice park and pulling you into the bushes for "a few smooches" that turn into you deep-throating his cock until you almost pass out. Pushing you into poorly soundproofed closets at fancy parties to turn you into a squealing mess on the end of his cock, too loud for others to not hear. It's all so addictive and you're powerless to stop yourself from giving into him wherever and whenever, slowly turning you into a little exhibitionist because he thinks it's hot.

"Oh, I know how much you like this, sweetheart...what if I tried this? Does that feel good? Sure seems like it does. You don't have to be embarrassed. I'll take care of you. You trust me, right, baby doll?"

The Ghoul would be...meaner. He's more the "don't ask for permission; beg for forgiveness" type, but without the begging part. He'd just go for things, watching in almost sadistic glee as your face would morph from shock to disgust to ashamed arousal. You would be able to sense something different in the air, but you never see his dirty tricks coming. Does this stop you from continuing to sleep with him as you trek the West together? Of course not. As much as you might hate him a little (or a lot) for it, he knows exactly what makes you tremble and beg for more, even as your face reddens and you struggle to look at him.

Sliding his tongue back to tease your asshole when he's eating you out like a man starved, laughing wickedly and holding your hands away when you try to stop him because 'That's so gross!', but soon your protests turn to wanton moans. Hell, sliding his thumb into your ass as he fucks you from behind, using the leverage to bounce you harder on his hips, the sensation amazing despite how humiliating it feels. The next time he fucks you that way, you whimper out a little plea for him to do it again. Making you beg him to spit in your mouth as you near your orgasm until he no longer has to prompt you, you simply open your mouth. He gets off on getting you to request (or even beg for) disgusting treatment.

"Oh, did you not like that? With the way this greedy little cunt is reacting, I'd say you liked it. I mean...if you didn't, I suppose I can quit. Hmm? You want me to keep doing it? What a nasty little freak, gettin' off on this. Maybe if you ask pretty, darlin'..."

#cooper howard #the ghoul #cooper howard smut #prewar!cooper howard #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard x you #ghoulcy #vaultghoul #fallout tv show #fallout prime #corruption k!nk

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bradleybeachbabe · 1 year ago

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Ok so there is a serious shortage of Tim Bradford stuff on tumblr and the gasp i gusped when i saw you were taking requests was very big.

So how about him being his usual hard and grumpy self and his pregnant wife coming to the station angry about something and him turning into a big softie. Like she’s almost scolding him about something and the others staring like ‚who is this man?‘. Obviously Angela knows what’s up but the rookie are like 🫨

Thanks so much!!💗

here you go anon <3 hope i did you justice on this! also i really enjoyed writing this!

warnings: pregnancy, not beta read

a/n: i haven’t posted in blurbs in forever, so please bare with me on this!

you have been angry at the slightest things lately, whether it being how hot it is outside, not being able to put on your shoes, not having your favorite ice cream in your freezer, etc. the list could go on, and yet it could be to the fact that you’re seven months and half pregnant, because ever since you entered your third trimester the slightest things have been making you angry. and now you’re even angrier than you have been throughout your third trimester, and it’s all because the air conditioning has decided to stop working in your house, so with that being said you have decided to head down to the station to tell tim, your husband, all about it.

when you arrived at the station, you were lucky enough that you didn’t have to wait in the front lobby of the station for tim to come out and talk to you. the officer who was working at the front desk knew who you were, so you were able to just go to the back where all of the officers’ desks are, to find tim.

when you entered the back, you were lucky enough to find tim sitting at his desk, talking to angela about whatever. when you were walking over to where his desk was, angela spotted you.

“looks like you got some company,” angela nodded her head toward your direction.

tim turned his head and saw you waddling towards him.

“i’m gonna give you two some privacy,” angela said as she left tim’s desk and walked over to where john, lucy, and jackson were standing.

“who’s that?” jackson quipped when angela approached.

“tim’s wife, y/n,” angela answered.

“tim has a wife?” lucy, john, and jackson all asked at the time.

“yeah, they have been married for about three years now. and of course, they are now expecting their first baby in a few months.”

“wow, i did not know that,” lucy said.

“yeah, tim tends to keep his work and personal life separate,” angela said.

“hmm…now i’m wondering why she showed up to talk to tim,” lucy said.

“honestly, whatever it is, it’s gonna look good on his end,” angela smirked as she took a sip of her coffee.

“what are you doing here?” tim asked with a confused tone when you approached his desk. “is everything okay? is the baby okay?” he added.

“no, everything is not okay. the bright side is, that the baby is okay.”

“well, what’s wrong then?” tim asked.

“what’s wrong is that the air conditioning has stopped working at the house, and now i’m super hot, sweaty, i'm upset, and especially angry because of that,” you explained.

tim just looked at you with soft eyes. he felt bad for you. he hated seeing you angry and upset. he knew how irritated you could get whenever you’re hot.

“i can try and fix it when i get home later today,” tim stated.

“what time will you be home?” you questioned him.

“maybe around five, it all just depends if i can get all this paperwork done before that time.”

“oh,” you frowned.

tim sighed, “you want me to leave work right now, so then i can fix the air conditioning? don’t you?”

“please.”

you already knew what tim’s answer was gonna be. he wasn’t gonna, ‘no’ or anything like that. plus, if he did, most likely he would end up sleeping on the couch for the night.

“okay, i’ll leave right now,” tim said. “let me go inform sergeant grey that i’m gonna leave early.”

tim got up from his seat at his desk to head to sergeant grey office. and when he did get up, he quickly kissed your temple, and quickly laid one of his hands on your bump, before he walked off.

while you were waiting for tim to get back from sergeant grey’s office, you saw out of the corner of your eye, angela and by the looks of it, three rookies standing with her. the three rookies had shocking looks on their faces while angela couldn’t help herself from smirking. you already knew why angela had that smirk on her face. she already knew that tim has a huge soft side, and that soft side is only reserved for you, and your baby who is gonna be born in a few months. on the other hand, the rookies didn’t know tim’s soft side at all, so of course all of them had shocking looks on their faces.

“sergeant grey is okay with me going home early today,” tim said as he approached you.

“did he ask why you’re going home early today?”

“yes,” tim nodded his head.

“did he think your reason for leaving early was kinda odd and crazy,” you asked.

“yeah,” tim nodded. “but luckily he isn’t giving me a hard time about this,” he added.

“well, that’s good then.”

tim turned off his computer and pushed his desk car in, and you two walked out hand in hand with each other.

“told ya,” angela said as she walked off. while lucy, john, and jackson were still standing there with shocking looks on their faces, trying to gather the pieces together that tim has a soft side.

blurb night!

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pitchsidestories · 9 months ago

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lost and found II Georgia Stanway x Reader

masterlist I word count: 2044

a/n: based off this request.

“G will love your surprise visit to the England camp.”, Keira Walsh exclaimed happily. Surprised Lucy Bronze lifted an eyebrow:” Wait a second, you really didn’t tell her about it.”

Amused by the reactions of your Barcelona teammates you answered:” Not a word, otherwise it wouldn’t be a surprise anymore, right Lucia?”

“Okay, smartass. Just wanted to know if you dropped some hints.”, the defender replied. You smiled at her in amusement: “No lo hice.”

After you realized she didn’t understand what you were saying to her, you added in a teasingly tone: “I see Ona has been lacking in her Spanish lessons with you.”

“Shut up”, the older woman groaned. Clearing her throat Keira drew back the attention to her:” Girls be quiet the other lionesses are arriving.”

For a moment you three stopped talking and were closing your eyes enjoying the warmth of the Sun which shone down on Marbella.

You were filled with excitement as the arrival of the rest of the English players meant that you were one step closer of seeing your girlfriend which you hadn’t for quite some time due to both of your busy schedules.

“Hi Kei, missed ya.”, Georgia Stanway chirmed while hugging one of her closest friends. Equally delighted Keira greeted the Bayern Munich player:” Hi G.” “How are you?”, the younger midfielder asked.

Beaming the Barcelona footballer told her:” Great, how are you.” Proudly Georgia nodded: “I’m alright, we’re still leading in the Frauen Bundesliga-“, when your girlfriend paused taking in your sight. She gasped out loud: ”Oh my god!”

“Oh, look at G, she’s getting all flustered!”, Chloe Kelly grinned. Giggling Alessia Russo observed: ”She’s turning all red.” “Like a little tomato.”, Ella Toone remarked laughing.

You tried to ignore their remarks and went straight to your girlfriend pulling her into a hug:”Hello, mi amor.” “What are you doing here?”, Georgia wanted to know.

A crooked smile was on your lips:” I wanted to surprise you.” “Well, you just did that.”, the midfielder muttered, while her arms were still embracing you, as she wasn’t ready to let you go yet.

In awe Alex Greenwood hummed:” Just look at Georgia. She obviously missed her little Spanish girlfriend.” “Adorable.”, Lucy playfully rolled her eyes.

The red cheeks on your girlfriend intensified because of her teammates comments so you suggested in a low voice:” Want to go somewhere more private, Georgia?”

“Yes, follow me.”, she sighed relived. Georgia really loved the English player, but she couldn’t let the chance slip away to have a quiet moment between only the two of you.

Winking Keira shouted after you both:” See you later, lovebirds.”

“Ugh, Kei.”, Georgia groaned, her cheeks turning pink. You chuckled and put a hand on your girlfriends back; “Ignore her.” “I always do.”, she smiled back at you. “Good.”

“Let‘s go.”, she continued to lead you away from her teammates. You patiently followed; “Please.” Georgia opened the door to her hotel room and let you walk in first.

You took in the plain but chic room. A large, soft looking bed occupied most of the space. With a long sigh, you let yourself fall onto it and kicked off your shoes. Your girlfriend climbed next to you on the bed, watching you attentively.

“You‘re probably asking yourself why I‘m not back with the spanish team…”, you said into the silence. Georgias eyes widened, giving away that you were right with your assumption. “I am.”, she admitted.

You nodded wearily and explained; “The changes are not enough. The former co-coach is now our head coach… Mapi and the others including me want them to do better.” “Oh.”

“Yeah.”, you replied, a silent understanding between the two of you. Your girlfriend shook her head in confusion; “I really thought things would get better after they dropped Vilda.” “Me too.”, you agreed cooly.

Carefully, Georgia pushed the hair out of your face; “I‘m sorry.” “Not your fault, Gee.” “Still. I know you‘d want to play for your country.” You shrugged casually; “It is what it is.”

Something on your girlfriends upper arm caught your attention, letting you forget the previous topic; “Wait, is this a new tattoo?” “Uhm…” “Let me take a look at it!” You grabbed her wrist and turned her arm towards you. Sighing, the midfielder gave in; “Fine.”

“Wait, is this…? Georgia, you’re insane!”, you exclaimed, staring at your own initial under your girlfriends skin. She winked at you; “Or am I a genius?”

“Guess your lionesses teammates will judge about it later.”, you laughed, still in slight disbelief. “I‘m okay with that.” “Yes, you can handle them.” “I can.”, she assured you with a grin.

Out of words for how grateful you were to have Georgia in your life, you leaned forward and kissed her passionately. She returned the kiss impatiently.

“Jesus! Glad I didn‘t come later! Time for dinner, you two.”, Keiras voice exclaimed. You drove apart immediately, staring at the midfielder who leaned in the doorframe and grimaced.

“Kei!”, Georgia shrieked. You threw a pillow in her general direction; “Get out!” She moved out of the way, the pillow hitting the wall next to her; “Come on, girls.”

After another glare from her teammate, she finally closed the door again. Georgia laughed incrediously; “Why is she like that?”

“She loves to catch us off guard I just know it!”, you fondly rolled your eyes. “I guess we have to go know.”, your girlfriend announced, still out of breath from kissing and laughing while getting up from the bed.

With a loud sigh you got up with her:” Yeah, we do.” “Come on then.”, with a cheeky grin your girlfriend took your hand pulling you into the direction of the place where her teammates were having dinner. Smiling you whispered into her ear:” I’ll follow you.”

Once you sat down with the rest of the lionesses Lucy curiously looked at the Bayern Munich player:”Gee, did you told y/n the story of your football boots, already?” “Football boots?”, you repeated puzzled.

Slightly embarrassed Georgia explained:” I had them in my big suitcase which got lost.” “Your suitcase got lost?!”, you asked her concerned.

Enjoying the sheepishness in the voice of her best friend Keira added:” And she was too scared to tell that Sarina, so..” “So?”, you urged her to continue to speak about it.

Your girlfriend stared annoyed at the Barcelona midfielder:” It’s fine now. I got my stuff back.” “That’s good.”, you told her relieved.

Back to her confident self Georgia said: “I trained with shoes from a U23 player for the first two days.” “You did? Nice of the fellow baller.”, amused you lifted up an eyebrow.

Giggling she admitted: “She was the only one with the same size.” “Lucky girl.”, you hummed, your lips only millimetres away from brushing against eachother.

Clearing her throat Keira interrupted the kiss before it could have happened, begging:” We’re eating now, please don’t kiss again.” “Don’t be a baby, Kei.”, Georgia told the only slightly older woman, sticking her tongue out into her direction.

You couldn’t help but to remind your teammate from Barcelona:” Laura and you are so much worse and don’t even get me started on Lucy and Ona.” “What do I have to do with that now? I don’t care if you make out here or not?”, the defender protested.

Happily, Georgia responded:” Thanks for understanding this Lucy. Munich and Barcelona are just so far away.” “True.”, you mumbled biting your lips to hold back all the emotions coming to the surface you were feeling because of your long-distance relationship.

Frustrated Keira pointed out: “So are Barcelona and Rome.” “No, the distance between the two cities is less.”, your girlfriend countered. Pouting her friend defended herself: “It’s still shitty for a relationship.” “It’s.”, Georgia admitted.

Helplessly Lucy groaned hiding the face in her hands: “Can you stop fighting about who has the worst long-distance relationship? I’m trying to eat.” “Sorry, Lucia.”, you apologized with a crooked smile. The older woman looked up to you:”I hope you’re.”

“Love, want to share a dessert?”, Georgia chirmed. Delighted by her question you swiftly replied: “Sure.” “Perfect.”, she beamed at you.

“Disgustingly cute.”, Keira reacted with gagging noises in the background. Immediately Lucy was calling her out:” Keira!” “What? It’s true.”, she protested.

You were ignoring the two as you and your girlfriend were too focused on the dessert in front of you. With closed eyes you confirmed:” It’s delicious.” “Agreed.”, Georgia said cheerfully.

Keira watched you attentively; “Will you watch the game against Austria?“ “Of course. Can’t miss out on it.“, you replied around a mouthful of your dessert. Georgia winked at you; “You shouldn’t.“ “I’ll wear your jersey.“, you promised your girlfriend with a laugh.

She raised her eyebrows; “You’ll?“ You grinned back at her; “Yes. Why not? Can’t go with my Spanish one.“ “No, better not. I don’t think the girls would like to see that.“, Georgia shook her head. With a wink, you gave your girlfriend a sympathetic look; “Brings back sad times. I can’t do that.“

“Please don’t.“ “I won’t.“, you promised, amused. “Thanks. I’m sure we can get you a shirt.“, the midfielder thought out loud. “Thank you.“ Georgia quickly kissed you on the cheek; “You’re welcome.“

Englands friendly against Austria was about to start when a familar voice called your name.

“Stanway looks good on you.“, Leah Williamson smirked as she took the seat next to you. “Lee, hi.“, you greeted her, a big smile on your face. “Hi.“ You pointed down towards the pitch; “Gee’s a captain tonight.“

“Happy that she gets to be captain for a bit too.“, Leah replied, clearly torn between being excited for her friend and her own frustration of missing out on the camp.

Gently, you put a hand on the defenders arm; “She was so excited to play with you again.“ “Me too, trust me. But I’ll be back for the next camp. I can’t wait to wear that jersey again.“, she said, a defiant sparkle in her eyes.

“And then it’s the three best friends and Lucy again.“ Leahs mood seemed to get better at the thought; “Lucy will hate that.“ “Yes, but she secretly loves it.“, you joined her laugh. “I’m sure she does.“

When the match ended with a clear win for England, you impatiently looked at the Arsenal defender; “Want to say hi to the girls?“ “Sure.“, Leah agreed and followed you.

Georgia was flanked by her Austrian Bayern Munich teammates Sarah Zadrazil and Katharina Naschenweng when you entered the pitch.

“Your girlfriend is here too, Georgia?“, Sarah asked. With a proud nod, Georgia replied; “She’s.“ “Hello, Kathi and Sarah.“, you smiled as you approached the trio.

“Hi y/n.“, they said in unison. “Great to see you two again. Did G tell you about her new tattoo yet?“ Georgias cheeks turned pink while Kathi nodded with a grin; “Yes, she did.“

“What is it?“, Lucy joined the group, bumping her shoulder against yours. “Girls, stop it. You weren’t that excited for my other tattoos.“, your girlfriend laughed, a bit of defensiveness in her voice.

Ella Toone grabbed her arm, turning it so the new tattoo was visible. Excitedly she yelled; “Georgia Marie Stanway, the woman that you are!“

“What? Let me see!“, Alessia Russo pushed her best friend aside to have a look as well. Georgias face turned even more red; “It’s just the first letter of her name.“

“That’s so romantic.“, Alessia cooed. Keira rolled her eyes; “No, it’s stupid.“ “Shut up, Kei!“, you and your girlfriend called at the same time.

Leah pulled your Barcelona teammate in a hug; “Come here, Kei.“ “G, Lucy and y/n need to join too.“, she demanded, her cheek against Leahs shoulder.

Sighing, you wrapped your arms around the two of them; “Come here, you big baby.“ Georgia immediately followed suit and joined the group hug. “

Ugh, not a hug.“, Lucy grimaced disgusted. Leah gave her an unimpressed look; “Don’t be a bitch, Lucy.“

“It’s okay, that’s just how she is.“, your girlfriend laughed, grabbing Lucys arm and pulling her into the direction of the growing group of football players.

Reluctantly, she finally gave in. You smiled to yourself. There was no place you would rather be right now.

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noemilivv · 10 months ago

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After Reading the Proposal and Wedding One shot I think it's called?

Can I please request the same characters(Adam, Lucifer and Vox) react to there kid having there Powers and how GN Reader and Them deal with it in an everyday bases

oh my god my brain has so many ideas i’m doing this right the freak now

also i’m so sorry this isn’t necessarily gn!reader becuz this does talk about pregnancy 😭

Warnings: AFAB!reader, pregnancy talk, ooc Adam?(?), swear words, potential S1 spoilers, Vox being a bit of a shitty dad

Adam, Lucifer, Vox w/ kids who have their powers (+ extra)

Adam

You and Adam probably wait awhile after your wedding until having kids, he wants to have his party lifestyle a little longer, and cmon, who can blame him?

At first he isn’t so sure, I mean, a small ball of flesh that just cries wasn’t the most entertaining thing to him… But he’ll do it for you

But the moment you tell him your pregnant, something in him clicks.

He’s very invested in the kids before their even born, he’s reading all those cheesy and old baby books constantly, cause honestly, he’s not as prepared as he’d thought he’d be

Simply because I see Adam as both a boy dad and a girl dad let’s say you two have twins 😛

He’s a good dad not gonna lie, but let’s be real, he tried to make at least one of his kids say “feces” as their first word… yeah, you weren’t too happy. 😀

Growing up, he definitely spoiled his girl and roughhoused with his boy, maybe a bit too much…

He was definitely a baseball or softball dad

Considering Adam’s foul language, they definitely grew up at swearing at a young age, but it stayed in the house dw

As the kids grew into their early teens they discovered their shared their dads powers — and bitch was through the roof about it

Adam started training them on how to use their powers to their liking, but also taught them the safety of them. He was actually a pretty good teacher ngl.

Lucifer

Obviously, from his past marriage with Lilith, he already had his first kid, so he was ready — he was just waiting for you to be as well

So when you were, he was stoked !

He was very aware and attentive during your pregnancy, trying to not make the same mistakes he did the first time around

He’s also very understanding about mood swings and he WILL go out in the middle of the night to get you cravings, he doesn’t have to, but he will

But when you both bring another daughter Morningstar into the world, Charlie is thrilled to have a younger sister!

She definitely babysits a lot, and the child definitely spends a lot of time in the hotel

Luci dedicates certain times of the day when he can not and will not have meetings or projects to be working on so he can dedicate time to both of his daughters.

He loves asking your daughter how her day was, and how schools going, but he also asks how her friends are to stress that grades aren’t the only thing that matter

As your daughter grows, she starts to develop Lucifer’s powers, only a small fraction — considering how powerful he is, but he’s stoked that not one, but now both of his daughters have his powers!

He’s been through training them before with Charlie, so he’s pretty skilled on how to do it now, but he tends to stress to your daughter the usage of the powers and the rights and wrongs are far more important than the strength you have

Vox

Vox was in no rush to have kids due to the current workload for VoxTech, but if you wanted them, all you had to do was ask

Vox, like Adam, couldn’t really wrap his head (or screen ig??) around the concept of a child until they were in his arms.

Vox wasn’t really sure how to handle a newborn, older kids were different, but this..? Maybe this wasn’t right for him…

It broke his heart every time he heard his son sob as a new born, and to be honest, he wasn’t sure what to do.

It’d be late at night and Vox would get out of your shared bed to go make sure the baby would stop crying before you’d wake.

He’d try everything, singing, rocking, bottle, changing the diaper, toys, everything. And it wouldn’t stop.

It’s not until you stir in your sleep and hear everything, you go to your son’s crib and simply hold him and he stops crying immediately, you set your son down and go back to sleep. Vox is literally amazed.

As your son ages into the ages of 6 and up is when it starts to get easier for Vox, by the time Vox can even slightly have a conversation with the kid it gets easier, the communication is a lot more clear

He doesn’t have a lot of time to play with his son due to VoxTech, so usually Vox will keep his son in his lap as he works in his office, he’ll even ask his son business questions! Even when he only gets gibberish back, he’ll take it. Hey, don’t judge him, client feedback is important.

As his son ages into his teen years, Vox starts turning a bit strict, he needs his son to be the coolest fucking kid in school, so Velvette tailors him a shit ton of clothes and Vox makes sure his son always has the newest gadget. Vox also is strict about keeping grades up, he wouldn’t ever take anything away for a bad grade, but your son may get a bit of lecture..

All of this is building up to something though, Vox really wants your son to take over VoxTech in his adult years, so he wants to make sure his son is prepared and experienced in the new world he’d enter, if he doesn’t want, Vox gets it, he may be a bit pushy though, but Vox has been in that place so he won’t push too hard.

At around the age of 15, your son developed Vox’s hypnosis powers.

Vox teaches your son how to use this to his advantage, like for example, VoxTech, but he also stressed there’s a time and place, and to not use it on someone you truly care about. Strategy is everything.

Is Vox the perfect parent? No. But no one is. But he genuinely has so much love for his son, and tbh he wants more kids…

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watermelonlovershigh · 4 months ago

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Stinky Daddy /concept/

AN: i'm almost finished proofreading part. 14 of my housemate series. that should be out sometime this week. but for now, enjoy this little concept i came up with. make sure to leave your feedback. thank you! xoxo

This story contains: mentions of popping, slight swearing, fluff

{ husband!harry - dadrry - soft!harry - au!harry }

word count- 416

Harry runs out of toilet paper and when he calls out for you to bring him some more, he's surprised when your two year old daughter brings him some instead.

"Y/N, could you please bring me some toilet paper?" you hear Harry call from the master bathroom, reaching you in your daughter's bedroom. Finding humor in his forgetfulness, you devise a clever idea.

In a kneeling position, you kindly ask your two-year-old daughter, "Lucy, do you want to help daddy by bringing him some toilet paper?" She nods in agreement, and so you lead her to the hallway where the storage closet is found. You select a roll of toilet paper and give it to Lucy.

She runs off in the direction of your bathroom and you stand outside the door to hear their interaction.

Just as Harry was calling for you again, believing you might not have heard him the first time, little Lucy walks through the door with precisely what he needed. Thankfully, he has his hand positioned to shield himself, preventing his daughter from seeing anything she shouldn't see.

"To-paper, daddy?" Lucy asks, walking up to the toilet where Harry sits.

"Yeah baby, daddy needs some toilet paper." She hands him the roll and just stands there, not comprehending that he requires privacy for this task. "Um, why don't you go find mummy, okay. I'll be out in just a minute."

"Oh-tay, bye daddy. Love you."

With a light laugh, he replies back, "I love you too, m'love." Once she's left, he wraps up his business and steps out of the bathroom, only to find you and little Lucy having fun on the bed. Harry steps closer and whispers in your ear, "Why did you send our daughter into the bathroom with the toilet paper? Good thing I was already coverin' m'cock, or she could have seen me."

You honestly hadn't thought of that but are happy he was already covering himself. Shrugging, you answer, "I donno. Thought it'd be funny to send our daughter in. She came back holding her nose, saying, 'stinky daddy.'"

Harry laughs out loud. "Yeah, obviously. I was taking a shit. It wasn't gonna smell like roses."

Lucy looks up at her daddy and repeats to his face, "Stinky."

With his hands freshly cleaned, Harry leans over the toddler and begins to tickle her, quipping, "Yeah, well your poop doesn't smell delightful either. I can attest to that, havin' changed your rather smelly diapers, little one." The laughter from Lucy, spurred by the tickling, creates a ripple effect, leading to shared laughter among all three of you, as you enjoy a cherished family moment on the bed.

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thinkwosolife23 · 1 year ago

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Reputation, Alexia Putellas

Being a Williamson is great. For the most part. You and Leah had gained quite the reputation both on and off the pitch.

On the pitch, Leah had become one of the best centerbacks in the world. Captaining the Lionesses to winning the Euros and then taken them right through to the World Cup Final. And you had become on of the most well-decorated fowards in the world, top scorer for Arsenal and England. And when you were on the pitch together, well that was a duo that was feared by your opposistion. Leah was able to find you wherever you were on the pitch and 9 times out of 10, you would put the ball in the back of the net. The connection you two held on the pitch was unmatched, it became unstoppable.

But off the pitch, the Williamson name wasn't as appreciated. After the two of you had come out of long-term relationships, Leah with Jordan and you with Katie (McCabe). You had started to become known as, 'players.' The routine of going out, meeting someone, sleeping with them and leaving in the morning became all too familiar for the pair of you. The word commitment no longer exsisted in your world outside of football.

Your teamaties had become well aware of the antics you and your sister shared. This happened because you may have, accidently slept with one of your teamates sisters.

But this season, the Williamson sisters were no longer playing for the same club team.

Arsenal Star, Y/N Williamson leaves childhood club for Champions League Winners.

Barcalona break the current Womens record fee to sign Y/N Williamson from Arsenal.

So, here you were. In Barcalona. Today would be your first day in training, also the day where you would be introduced to your new teamates. Obviously, you had played against some of them in the World Cup Final but we won't talk about that.

Kiera had offered to take you to training, with it being your first day. And for the fact that currently, you don't have a car.

But with the journey to training, you also recieved a lecture.

"You can't mess around here, Y/N. You can't be like how you were in England." Kiera told you firmly just as you had stepped into the training centre.

"Best behaviour. I know, Ke" You replied, almost sarcasticly.

"I'm serious!"

You didn't reply, you just smiled at gave her the thumbs up.

Kiera took you straight out onto the field where all the girls were. They were all quick to come over introducing themselves to you.

But then something else took your attention, rather someone did.

She was beautiful, everything about her was just…. uuhh. She was talking to Lucy about something.

You looked back at Keira who was already giving you a firm look as if she knew what you was thinking, then giving you a strong shake of her head, telling you that your thoughts needed to stop.

Meanwhile, Alexia was just as curious. And Lucy seemed to notice it.

"You can't go there, Ale." Lucy told her, Alexia's eyes staying fixed on you.

"What do you mean?" She questioned, almost confused at Lucy's sudden outburst.

"She's got a bit of reputation for messing people around."

"She's english. You play with her, isn't she your friend." Alexia said, as if she was coming to your defense.

"She is a friend and she's an amazing footballer but that doesn't mean she isn't bad news. You need to be careful." Lucy affirmed before walking off, making her way towards Kiera.

This gave you the perfect chance to go an introduce yourself.

You made your way through the team towards her.

"Hola." You said, holding your hand out for her to shake. (Hey.)

"¿Tú hablas español?" She questioned, gently reaching out to shake your hand. (You speak spanish?)

"¿Qué puedo decir? Me propuse impresionar." (What can I say? I set out to impress.)

"Tienes bastante reputación, ¿no?" (You've got quite the reputation, haven't you.)

"Podría decir lo mismo de ti." You told her, your confidence soon starting to show. (I could say the same thing about you.)

"No creas que nuestras reputaciones son similares." Her confidence almost matching yours, almost… (Don't think that our reputations are similar.)

"Bueno, lo siento, no todas podemos ser tan buenas como Miss Balón de Oro. Pero me ofende un poco que mis habilidades futbolísticas no sean lo que más me conoce." (Well I am sorry, we can't all be as good as Miss Ballon D'or. But I am slightly offended that my footballing abillity isn't what i'm best known for.)

"Me han advertido sobre ti, que me mantenga alejado, aparentemente son tus malas noticias." She told you, her hand still held within yours. (I've been warned about you, to stay away, your bad news, apparently.)

"Entonces claramente debes estar inflado por mí, porque no estás escuchando la advertencia, ¿verdad?" You questioned her, whilst lifting your hands up showing her that she hadn't let go. (You must clearly be infactuated by me then, cause your not listening to the warning, are you?)

"Me gusta pensar que puedo opinar sobre las nuevas jugadoras." (I like to think I can make my own opinion of new players.)

"Mujer independiente. Y no pensé que podrías volverte más hermosa." (Independent woman. And I didn't think that you could get anymore beautiul.)

"Y eres demasiado coqueta." (And your too much of a flirt.)

Over the next few weeks, you and Alexia had become really close. Despite what people were telling both of you.

It was different with her though: something drew you towards her, you didn't just want to sleep with her. She made you feel something. Obviously, she was beautiful - no-one could deny that but she was so many other things. She was funny, she was intelligent, she amazed you everytime she stepped onto the pitch. She was perfect.

Nothing had actually happened between the pair of you, nothing more than the casual flirting on a daily basis. You two had formed an incredible connection on the pitch, similar to yours and Leahs. Alexia always managed to find you on the pitch and you knew that she was either next to you or behind you, words didn't need to be spoken for you two to understand each other.

Tonight, the whole of the Barcalona Femeni team were going out to celebrate a 4-0 win in the El Clasico. You managing to score 2 of them goals, also managing to assist Alexia on another one.

Anyways, you had just got to the bar with Mapi and Ingrid. Since your move to Barcalona, you had formed a really good friendship with the couple. Besides your fellow Lionesses, the two had definatly become two of your closest friends.

Some of your teamates had already arrived at the bar, taking seat in one of the booths in the far corner. Despite the night only just starting, the spanish bar was packed with people and sound.

The three of you made your way over to the group, squeezing through the crowds of people. As soon as you got to the group, everyone was up greeting the three of you before going back to there previous conversations.

After about half an hour, you joined Lucy in getting everyone another round of drinks.

"I'm suprised you haven't already found someone to take home." Lucy casually questioned you.

"Are you being serious?" Your voice raising slightly, clearly irritated.

"What? You can't blame me for thinking that. You and Leah practically bedded most of the girls in London."

"You know what Lucy, it's none of your buissness what I get up to in my own life. I'm done with this." You gestured your hands between you and Lucy, towards the conversations before walking off.

You began making your way outside, wanting to give yourself time to calm down. You went and sat on the kerb just in front of the bar but you weren't outside alone for long.

A few minutes passed before you felt someone's prescence beside you, resting their head on your shoulder.

You didn't even have to look to see who it was. So many things told you that it was her: the way she smelt or the fact that your body instantly relaxed as soon as she was near you.

"Y/N?" Alexia's voice was soft, sensing that something had clearly agitated you.

"Lex, estoy tan harto de todo esto que es como si todos estuvieran esperando que lo arruine todo." You told her, the fustration evident in your voice, complety opposing her soft tone. (Lex, i'm so fed up of it all, it's like everyone is waiting for me to mess everything up.)

"Se preocupan por ti. Sólo quieren lo mejor para ti." (They care about you. They just want what'a best for you.)

"Pero si se preocuparan por mí, verían que he cambiado, que estoy tratando de ser mejor." (But if they cared about me, they would see that i've changed, i'm trying to be better.)

There were a couple of minutes of silence between the pair of you, but knowing that Alexia was next to you brought you more re-assurance that any words could ever do.

"¿Puedo hacerte una pregunta?" She was first to break the silence. Her head head coming off your shoulder, for her boy to turn and face you. (Can I ask you a question?)

You eyes never left the view in front of you but you did nodd so that she knew you were listening. You could feel the intensity of her stare without even lookin in her direction, it felt as if she was almost studying your side profile. Her eyes focused solely on you.

"¿Qué te hizo acostarte con todas esas chicas? ¿Por qué estás tan en contra del compromiso?" (What made you sleep with all them girls, why are you so against commitment?)

"Técnicamente son dos preguntas." (That's technically two questions.)

She let out a slight laugh at your almost sarcastic response before looking back at your face to see that there were tears falling from your eyes. Instinctively, her hand reached for yours; interlocking your fingers before giving your hand a light squeeze. Her way of letting you know that she was there for you.

"Cuando estaba con Katie: pensé que me casaría con ella, tendría hijos con ella, pensé que estaríamos para siempre. Ella era mi todo. Pero obviamente no. Cuando ella rompió conmigo: estaba entumecido, no podía sentir. Después de un par de semanas, el equipo me arrastró con ellos a salir por la noche. Terminé emborrachándome mucho y yendo a casa de una chica. Fue la primera vez que realmente sentí algo. El sexo me hizo sentir, se volvió casi adictivo pero en el mal sentido. Salía, me emborrachaba, traía a alguien a casa, dormía con ellos y luego, a la mañana siguiente, se convertían en extraños y yo me iba." (When I was with Katie: I thought I was going to marry her, have kids with her, I thought we were forever. She was my everything. But obviously not. When she broke up with me: I was numb, I couldn't feel. After a couple of weeks, the team dragged me out with them on a night out, I ended up getting really drunk and going to a girl's house, It was the first time that I actually felt something. Sex made me feel, it became almost addictive but in a bad way. I'd go out, get drunk, take someone home, sleep with them and then the next morning they became a stanger and I left.)

"¿Y qué te hizo querer cambiar? ¿Por qué quieres mejorar?" (And what made you want to change, why do you want to get better?)

For the first time, you head turned to look at her. Her hands came up to wipe there tears from under your eyes, before giving you a smile.

"Lo hiciste." (You did.)

Her smile grew slightly and that mad you break out into a small smile. Before you knew it, your were both leaninig in. Her hands still resting on your cheeks as yours reached to each side of her neck. And then, her lips hit yours, giving you a spark you had never felt before, not even with Katie. The both of you pulled away, resting your forehead on hers.

"Es diferente contigo, Lex. Me haces sentir, me haces sentir tantas cosas diferentes. En realidad me asusta, pero quiero intentarlo contigo." (It's different with you, Lex. You make me feel, you make me feel so many different things. It actually scares me, but I want to try with you.)

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barcaatthemoon · 7 months ago

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sniffles || barcelona x teen!reader ||

you try to hide your sickness from the team.

you weren't really sure what was wrong with you, but you felt awful. it was the kind of sick that would have gotten you off from school whenever you'd been living with your parents. things were a bit different in barcelona with alexia, but you knew that she'd make you miss practice if she found out. sometimes, you wanted nothing more than a break from everything, but there was a big game coming up and you wanted in the starting squad.

that was why you had woken up extra early to make sure that you looked healthy. alexia was none the wiser, even if she had given you weird looks for wearing makeup. luckily, she didn't quiestion it much since a few of the girls had been teasing you for your very obvious crush on another one of the younger players.

"don't take too long getting ready," alexia warned as she let you stop into the locker room. unlike her, you hadn't just worn a training kit in. but you also didn't like to literally start things off by running some laps. you thought alexia was crazy for warming up for her warm ups, but you suspected that was what she needed to stay in such good shape after her injury.

"oi, little chick, are you feeling alright?" ona asked as she stepped up beside you. the team liked to tease you for being wound up for certain things, and your posture was one of them. you were a stickler for perfect posture, unless you weren't feeling well.

"just a bit tired, ale woke up me up earlier than normal." it wasn't a complete lie. you reminded yourself to stay sitting and standing straight for the rest of practice. occasionally one of the other girls would come up and ask if you were alright, noticing that you did seem a little off. luckily, you could pass it off as being tired, but as the day dragged on, it was getting more and more difficult.

your cover had nearly been blown in the gym during the day's lifting session. since you were trying to build up a bit more muscle mass, you trained with the keepers. you had counted on sandra being protective in the motherly way that she always was, but you hadn't expected cata to be keeping such a close eye on you.

"drop the weight down and step away," cata ordered. she had been spotting you on the squat rack. you were still in the lighter part of things and definitely shouldn't have been making the wheezing sounds that you were. "you know the rules. are you trying to hurt yourself?"

"what's going on?" if it was just sandra or alexia, you could have gotten away with claiming that cata was just being mean to you, but when irene joined the group, you feared the jig was up.

"there's something wrong with (y/n), she's wheezing!" cata exclaimed. alexia reached out to feel your forehead, but you ducked out of the way. unfortunately, sandra was able to grab you and irene placed the back of her hand on your forehead.

"she's warm, but she was also going really hard today at practice," irene said. she glanced over at alexia to help decide what they should do with you.

"she's sick, probably with whatever bruna had last week," cata said. you sent her a nasty glare, but the older girl was unphased by it.

"how do you feel?" sandra asked as she turned towards you.

"i feel fine, maybe a little tired, but alexia woke me up this morning. i'd like to finish my workout please," you said sweetly. cata scoffed as sandra let you go. sandra, irene, and alexia all kissed the top of your head as they apologized for interrupting you. cata was obviously mad at you, so you walked over to finish your workout with lucy and the other defenders.

at irene's insistence, you kept things lighter. you didn't notice cata telling alexia to keep an eye on you, so you had no idea that alexia was watching your every move after your shower. she cursed herself as the two of you got home when you let the facade slip a bit. it was obvious with your makeup washed off that you were not well. she should have listened to cata the first time and made you go sit down.

"what game are we watching tonight?" you asked from where you had already curled up on the couch. alexia sighed as she glanced down at you. it was usually a hassle to get you to watch games, and as much as alexia wanted the win, she also wanted to instill good habits in you as well. there would come a day when you'd go somewhere that she couldn't keep an eye on you, and it terrified her a little bit.

"we can start watching a game later, i wanted to talk to you first. how have you been feeling today?" alexia asked you. she made sure to use her gentle voice, knowing that you didn't do well wtih being lectured otherwise.

"well, i've been a bit tired, but otherwise okay. did cata really get it in your head that i'm like, sick or something?" you tried to make it as believable as possible that you were feeling fine. one pointed look at alexia had you mumbling out the truth with tears in your eyes.

alexia sighed as she pulled you into a hug and reassured you, "you're not in trouble this time, but don't do it again." you nodded with your head against her chest. you did start crying, and soon the tears turned into a pretty nasty coughing fit. alexia was quick to get up and get you a glass of water and some medicine. she took your temperature and texted jona whenever it came back way too high.

"i don't want to miss the game," you whined. alexia didn't seem to care as she tucked you into the couch. "i've worked so hard to get to play. please, ale, i want to play."

"if you feel better by the end of the week, we'll see about you subbing on. that just means you need to rest up until then," alexia told you. you'd do anything that she told you to if it meant that you'd get to play in the game. alexia seemed to know that because she had you spending the week watching all of the game film and taking notes that you could manage. whenever she had to be away, she left you in the care of olga, who definitely slipped you more sweets than alexia would ever allow and watched tiktoks with you on the couch for hours at a time.

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The other Bronze – Pt. 20

“Keira... you okay?” Ingrid looks closely at her teammate who suddenly stopped eating.

They were out with the whole team in a small Restaurant in Barcelona – a get together if you liked. Ingrid noticed first that Keira stopped eating as she stared down at her phone and suddenly there were tears flowing. The Norwegian kept a close eye on the englishwoman seeing how much she missed young girl namely y/n Bronze.

It was unreal how you single handily turned the whole team spirit around in just a couple of weeks. Every single one of the blaugrana Team was a fan of you in some sort. Keira and Lucy obviously – they had the family connection. Alexia felt protective of you the second she laid eyes on you when you insulted that guy in the most filthy spanish someone could come up with – courtesy of her own girlfriend Mapí. For Mapí you were the little sister she never had – together with Pina and Patri the four of you meant indescribable trouble. Ingrid and Caro where a little more careful with you – both of them more on the calmer side they haven't had interacted with you much but what they saw made them see you in a different light. You were young, yes – but you also were determent and strong headed. Irene and Marta immediately adopted you guiding you a little from the background with gentle soft touches and encouraging words. Aitana was intimidated by you at first but the second you threw out catalan she wanted you near her all the time to see what else you could learn. Ona saw you as her girlfriends sister but also as a growing up young woman who needed her space and guidance at the same time. So it made everyones alarm bells scream seeing Keira cry. No one expected it to be happy tears.

Keira watched the video at least another four times before she handed her phone wordlessly to Lucy who looked at her confused

“Just watch it Lucy” the blonde sniffled smiling through her tears

“What am I watching?” your sister asked a little suspicious Ona already shuffling closer wanted to get a look as well

“For fuck sakes Bronze... just press play” Keira snapped at her ex who immediately pressed play with such a force she nearly threw the phone into the olives

It didn't even take two seconds for Lucy to realize what she's watching and she let the phone fall onto the table stunned

“It's not” Lucy looked at Keira shocked tears in her eyes

“What is going on??” now Mapí asked annoyed “... everyone is starting crying”

“Is everything okay?” Alexia asked getting a little concerned for her teammates

“Yeah... everything is better than okay” Keira smiled

“Then why is everyone crying?” Mapí asked confused

“Happy tears Maps... these are happy tears” Keira answered smiling

“Then why is everyone happy crying?” the tattooed girl asked getting even more confused

“Y/n picked up a ball... on her own” Lucy said her voice uncharacterically flat

“Lucy..” Keira immediately understood why your sister reacted that way

“... scuse me for a second.. I need some air” your sister already shoved her chair back nearly running out of the restaurant

“Go after her” Keira said to Ona “... she needs you now”

“What? Why? What happened” the young catalan asked confused

“Just... go” the blonde basically shoved Ona to go after Lucy who thankfully got the message and stumbled after her girlfriend

“Let's start where Ona left off... what happened?” Alexia asked and suddenly all the eyes were on Keira

“Georgia just send me a video of Bitsy playing with a football – on her own... she did upsies and tricks like she never stopped playing” Keira explained setting her phone up pressing play

Everyone looked mesmerized at the little screen – at you controlling the ball like no one they've ever seen

“This is...” Alexia was at loss for words “... I've never seen anything like this... ever”

“Told you the Nena is out of this world” Mapí announced proudly “Mi Nena”

“But... this is good right?” Ingrid asked looking at Keira

“It is...” the blonde nodded

“Then why is Lucy...” Caro asked looking at the restaurant door like Lucy would magically appear

“Three and a half years we waited for that... the amounts of fights we had because of it – because we weren't sure if we should give her a little push or not... you all saw what happened when Mapí caught her off guard...” the blonde started but got interrupted by Maps

“... I'm still very sorry” the tattooed woman said ashamed

“... it wasn't you fault Maps... but you all saw what happened.... and NOW... after three and a half years... she picks up a ball.. in Munich... at her girlfriends trainings ground...” Keira kept going

“Lucia is hurt” Alexia mumbled and Keira nodded

“But why? It's amazing that Nena plays again... Ale you have to talk to all them big people you know... we can't lose her to england... or worse... Madrid!!” Mapí said shocked her eyes wide

“María...” Ingrid started gently smiling a little “... lille venn can't play anymore remember?”

“But... she just did” the tattooed girl pointed at Keiras phone

“And neither Lucia nor Keira where there to experience it first hand” the norwegian said softly knowing her girlfriend didn't mean any harm she just... was slow sometimes.

“Oh... OH... that sucks... I'm sorry Keira” Mapí bursted out looking apologetic in Keiras direction

“It's okay Maps... I expected it to be honest... In Munich no one knows who she is...” the blonde said but Alexia, Ingrid, Irene and Marta didn't miss the hurt undertone in their teammates voice

“Can we do anything to help Luce?” the tattooed spaniard asked

“No... she needs to work through it on her own” the blonde shook her head

“Then why did you send Ona after her?” Ingrid wondered

“She's complex.. she needs to work on it on her own but at the same time she needs someone there... someone who she trust... who she can break in front” Keira said “... so... dessert anyone?”

And with this the topic of you picking up a ball was history. At least inside – outside was a different story

“Amor” Ona carefully tried to approach Lucy carefully

“No... I need... I need space... I need to breath” your sister said upset roaming the pavement in front of the restaurant

“Okay... I'll be just here if you need me” the young catalan said calmly pointing to one of the window sills sitting down on it

Lucy roamed for another 10 minutes before she suddenly stopped looking at Ona

“Three and a half years...” your sister blurted out “... three and a half years... I waited three and a half years...” before she started roaming again

Ona just kept quiet waited for her girlfriend to continue to rant and get it off her chest

“... and she has the AUDACITY to pick up a ball in Munich... MUNICH!!!” Lucy ranted angrily “... In front of Georgia Stanway!!”

“Lucy..” Ona said softly

“I was there... every step of the way... I held her when she had nightmares... I picked her up when she did more than her knees could handle and she fell.. I cooked for her even tho she never eaten more than a spoon full... I drove her to rehab sessions and picked her up... I took her to camp with me because I was scared she'd do something stupid if I leave her alone... where was Georgia all the time?” your sister just kept talking “... she was no where to be seen... and now she gets to be there when y/n decides to pick up a ball again... she gets to witness something Keira and I worked for three and a half years?”

“Lucy... amor” Ona tried again keeping her voice soft and calm

“She doesn't DESERVE it to witness that!!” Lucy exploded and Ona knew now was the time to interfere

“Amor... mi vida” the young catalan said her voice low as she pushed herself off the window sill going over to her girlfriend and just pulled Lucy into a hug

Just as she expected Lucy broke down crying the second she felt the arms of her girlfriend tighten around her shoulders

“It's just...” Lucy cried into Onas neck pulling her even closer

“I know... “ the catalan said softly “... but it looked like she didn't know Georgia was there”

“But why does G get to witness that? Why wasn't I there?” your sister hick-upped “I should've been there...”

“I don't think Georgia was meant to witness that...” Ona said her heart breaking a little bit when she heard her girlfriend crying into her shirt

“But she did” Lucy cried not knowing how to deal with the situation “She got to see it”

“Let us go home okay... lets just get some rest” the catalan whispered already pulling out her phone to text Alexia

“We can't... the team” your sister pulled back a little bit trying to contain her tears and sadness

“They'll understand...” Ona said softly “... let me just text Ale... they can take our stuff to and bring it to training tomorrow”

“Thank you” Lucy mumbled holding onto her girlfriend for dear life

Back in Munich you didn't have a clue of your sister breakdown – you were laying happily on your girlfriends couch. Maybe a little too happy.

“Baby... are you okay?” Georgia asked raising her eyebrow at you where you laid on top of her your head on her chest

“Sí” you giggled “muy bien... todo bien”

“Okay...” your girlfriend looked at you confused “... care to switch back to english?”

“No parlo anglès” you giggled pushing your nose against her chest

“Oh fuck me...” Georgia sighed out “... ehrm... wait... who do I know who speaks english AND spanish....”

“El castellà és una llengua bonica...i dones boniques” you giggled

“Tainara” your girlfriend suddenly exclaimed angling for her phone from the side table calling her teammate while you continued to giggle into her chest

“Yeah George?” Tainara answered the phone after the second ring

“Sorry to call you this late... but my... friend... something is not okay with her and she speaks something language I don't understand and... can you help?” Georgia rambled

“Sure... put her on.. I try to help” Gs teammate answered

“y/n... my teammate wants to talk to you” your girlfriend pushed her phone into your face for you to take it

“Hola... qui ets?” you asked wondering

“Oooookay... give me back to Georgia please... you understand english right?” Tainara said

“Sí...” you giggled handing the phone back to your girlfriend

“Yeah?” Georgia asked carefully

“That's spanish you muppet” the Brazilian woman said flatly

“And?” your girlfriend asked confused

“I'm from Brazil” her teammate exclaimed

“Again... and?” Georgia didn't understand what the problem was

“I don't speak spanish... I speak Portuguese” Tainara said a little offended

“Okay look... it kinda sounds the same to me” your girlfriend said ashamed “... so you can't help me?”

“No you asshat... and you owe me a big ass lunch for saying spanish and Portuguese sound the same” Tainara grumbled “... Ana is Colombian... they speak spanish”

“Thank you... god bless your Portuguese soul” Georgia sighed in relieve as she was about to hang up

“I'M FROM BRAZIL!!” you heard yelling from the phone as the call disconnected which caused a new round of giggles

“Hang in there Baby... I'm getting help” your girlfriend mumbled holding you closer to her calling another number

“Yeh?” a tired voice answered after some rings

“Ana? That you?” Georgia asked a little desperate

“Yes? You called me.. G.. if you interrupted my nap by accident” Ana said getting fed up already

“No no... my... friend... she speaks spanish even tho she doesn't speak spanish... I already called Tainara but she couldn't help... and I need help to understand her” your girlfriend rambled again

“Ay dios...” you heard from the phone and it made you perk up

“Uh... I think she understood that... here... talk to her and find out what's going on” Georgia immediately catched on your change of behaviour and once again pressed the phone into your hand

“Hola?” you asked giggling

“Hola chica... cómo estás?” Georgias teammate asked you

“Soy buena y tu?” you giggled

“Bien gracias... Entoces qué te pasa?” Ana asked trying to figure out what's wrong with you

“res per què?” you answered confused

“Puedes devlverme a G por favor?” the Colombian asked

“Sí cap problema” you smiled even tho Ana couldn't see it handing the phone back to your girlfriend

“And?” Georgia asked hopefully

“Yeah I can't help you...” her teammate said nonchalantly

“Why?? She speaks spanish.. you speak spanish... bam... help me” your girlfriend said lost

“I would help if that WAS spanish... that's catalan... I can understand bits of accents away from other spanish but catalan? no... sorry...” Ana said apologetic

“Ugh... fuck meeee...” Georgia whined “... you have any idea who I could call? I just want to know what's going on?”

“Ehrm... my best guess... someone from Catalonia?” the Colombian offered and started to chuckle

“Great help....” your girlfriend said flatly “... I don't know anyone from there”

“Isn't your best friend from Barcelona?” Ana mused

“KEIRA!!! YES!!!” Georgia exclaimed suddenly sitting up quickly which resulted in you getting squished into her torso “You're a godsend Ana... see you tomorrow... good nap!!”

Georgia quickly hung up the call immediately dialling Keiras number waiting nervously for her best friend to pick up

“Hey G...” Keira finally answered and Georgia could hear laughter and voices in the background

“Keiraaaaaa.... heeeeey...” your girlfriend greeted Keira sounding like a maniac

“Oh god... what happened? Is Bitsy okay? Are you okay? Are you both okay?” Keira immediately knew something was off her mind already painting the most worrying pictures

“Yeah yeah we're good... kinda” Georgia said quickly

“Kinda?” her best friend repeated confused

“Yeah you see... we're here... in Munich... on me couch...” your girlfriend started feeling you giggle against her stomach

“I hope for your sakes that you really are” Keira growled her alarm bells screaming “God save the King”

“We are... but... something is not right with y/n... she's all... giggle-y... and...” Georgia confessed embarrassed

“Aaaaand?” her best friend asked her patience low

“ShespeakingspanishandIdon'tunderstandherhelp” your girlfriend mumbled quickly

“Again?” Keira asked confused not knowing if she heard correctly

“For some reason she's speaking spanish and I don't... so... help? Please?” Georgias voice was high

“Why is she speaking spanish?” Keira asked confused

“I don't know... she just started speaking spanish out of nowhere and I tried to solve the problem by asking me teammates but apparently Portuguese is not spanish and even the one who apparently speaks spanish didn't understand spanish... useless the lot of them I tell ya” your girlfriend huffed “... so... help?”

“Oh god... why... why did you two find each other... I'm 27... I'm having GREY hair G... GREY!!!” Keira exclaimed upset

“It's not like anyone would notice between them ginger ones” Georgia shrugged her shoulders

“Georgia Marie Stanway!” her best friend scolded her “... ugh... just get Bitsy on the phone”

“Hey Baby... Keira...” and for a third time that night the phone was shoved in your face

“Sí?” you tried your hardest to sound as normal as possible knowing Keira would catch on and then you were in trouble

“Hey Bitsy... you alright?” Keira cooed sweetly

“Estic perfectamente bé... per què?” you answered honestly and a small snort made it out

“Oh dear jesus lord in heaven” you heard Keira huff “Alexia... mind doing me a favor?”

“What's the matter?” you heard the Barca capitana asked

“Here... your Cariño is on some kind of drug and now she speaks catalan... you are catalan... fix it...” Keira said as she passed the phone to her friend

“Holi Cariño?!” Alexia said a little confusion in her voice

You only squeaked before you threw the phone across the room – even in your current state you knew you were in SO much trouble if Alexia gets involved

“Hey... don't throw me phone!” Georgia exclaimed shocked

“Ho sento” you mumbled trying to push your face deeper into Georgias body hiding from the world

“Baby.... I don't understand you... I just want to help” your girlfriend begged you “... let me go so I can go get me phone?”

“No” you whined holding tighter onto Georgia

“Baby... please” G tried to pry your arms off her “... me phone”

“No necessities el teu phone” you mumbled but your grip loosened a little bit which Georgia used to pushed herself out under you quickly walking to pick up her phone

“Keira?” she asked hoping her friend didn't hung up

“No... Alexia” the other person answered

“Jesus fuck” Georgia sweared throwing her phone a little further away before running after it picking the phone up again “... ehrm... sorry... that was... quiet the surprise... big fan”

“Georgia sí?” Alexia asked trying to keep a clear head

“Yes... that's me” your girlfriend nodded even tho nobody could see it

“Okay... what's wrong with mi Cariño?” the spaniard asked still trying to figure out what is happening

“You mean y/n?” Georgia asked confused

“Yes... y/n... Bronze... the small Bronze” Alexia answered losing her patience already

“I... don't know... we were laying on the couch doing.... nothing.. and she started giggling and speaking spanish... I don't speak spanish... she doesn't speak spanish... so I need help... please” your girlfriend explained once again

“Okay... I can work with that... put me on speaker” the Barca capitana instructed

“Okay... sure... ehrm... wait...” Georgia said before pushing the speaker button “... you're on speaker, Miss Putellas”

“Hola Cariño” Ale said ignoring Georgias rambling

“Ale... Com estás?” you giggled

“Estic bé i tu?” the spaniard asked hearing you speaking catalan surprising her

“Sóc genial” you exclaimed happily

“Per què parles català?” Alexia smiled to herself

“Perquè puc” you grinned proudly “Digues bonmatí”

“Ah, doncs li hauria de dir a l'Aitana?” the blonde spaniard chuckled “... per què hauria de fer això”

“Aitana estarà orgullosa” you said wholeheartly

“Oh but I'm proud of you too....” Alexia said softly “... so tell me mi Cariño... why are you speaking catalan?”

“Ona taught me” you said like it was the most obvious thing on the world

“Ona?” the spaniard asked completely at loss

“Yes... the friendly spaniard” you nodded quickly

“And we're back with the nicknames” Alexia sighed “... want to tell me about your day Cariño?”

“Uh... didn't do anything special.. we had breakfast... VERY good Avo-toast... you spaniards could learn to make Avo-toasts... it's not that hard you know... it's avow.. and toast...” you started to recap your day getting distracted

“Cari.... after breakfast” Alexia stressed

“... oh yeah... we went to this garden... not the bad one where I'm not allowed to go anymore... the nice garden... babe... what's the nice garden called” you got distracted again

“... Englischer Garten... english garden” your girlfriend provided thankful you're speaking english again

“That one... you should come visit pretty spaniard” you giggled “... they have beautiful trees... cherry trees... and this little tent-thingy”

“Cari... focus” the blonde spaniard pressed

“uh... then we went for lunch... just a small one... I had....” you looked at Georgia for help again

“Wurstsalat” Georgia threw in

“... that... it's like sliced sausage with vinegar and onions and pickles and it's really good... oh and you eat it with bread” you giggled again

“Cariño por favor..” the Barca woman groaned

“... then we went home for a nap... and G overslept so we didn't have time for coffee because we had to take public transport to training... G lost her license you know – she drove like a cunt and got a nice picture of it... expensive picture” you just kept talking ignoring Alexias groaning and Georgias shocked face “... we made it to training and they had just a light session I got a bit bored and fell asleep... after training we went home and I cooked...”

“What did you cook Cari?” Alexia perked up

“Penne all'Amatriciana.... it's pasta with beef... or... vedella” you said proudly

“Hm... sounds delicious... how did you prepare the beef Cariño?” the spaniard suspected something specific

“You need to season the filet beforehand... just salt and a little bit of pepper” you started to explain happily and Alexia let you talk “... heat the frying pan to basically volcano and then throw the filet in there... fry fry fry... and than deglaze it with a good dash of red....”

“Red?” Alexia and Georgia asked at the same time

“Yes... don't worry... the alcohol goes all poof with the heat of the pan... no alcohol left in the meat... but it gives it some amazing flavour...” you waved off “... then you throw in the cooked pasta, some fresh tomatoes, basil and parmesan”

“Red wine?” the blonde spaniard clarified

“Sí” you said again

“I don't even have red wine in me flat” your girlfriend exclaimed shocked

“Stole it from Lucy.. she has a whole ass wine rack she didn't even noticed I packed it... got it through camp as well” you answered proudly

“Ay dios mio” you heard Alexia through the phone “Cariño... did you have a sip from the wine?”

“Maaaaaaybe a little” you sing songed

“Ay dios” the spaniard huffed out “how many sips did you have Cari?”

“Just a few” you grinned

“Georgia... look for that bottle” Alexia instructed and immediately sprinted into the kitchen “Cari... why did you take the red wine form Lucia”

“She doesn't need it... she didn't even know what she had there... it was a Vega Sicilia” you said getting upset

“That's a very good wine” the spaniard mused trying to keep you calm “... you have good taste Cari”

“Bottle is half empty” Georgia panted coming sprinting back in “you drank half a bottle of wine?”

“Nooooo...” you giggled “... I put some in the pan too... like... two dashes”

“Oh god...” your girlfriend whined “Miss Putellas...”

“You can call her pretty spaniard... she doesn't care” you interrupted grinning

“Please don't” Alexia exclaimed “Alexia is just fine”

“Please don't tell Keira y/n is drunk... I swore I look after her” Georgia begged

“I'm not drunk” you said seriously

“Cari... you are drunk... but some sleep will fix this, hm?” the blonde hummed

“But I'm not tired” you said confused

“Oh but you are... you told me” Alexia lied hoping you would fall for it

“Oooooh yeah... true... baby I'm tired... I'm going to bed okay” you nodded seriously tossing the phone at your girlfriend swaying in the general direction of the bedroom

“What... where.. huh?” your girlfriend watched as you made it through the open door face planting onto the bed

“You're welcome” Alexia said before she hung up

“Crazy... all of them are crazy” Georgia shook her head

“Ugh” you groaned next morning when you felt Georgias fingertips dance across your ribcage

“Morning drunky” your girlfriend chuckled behind you nuzzling into the back of your neck

“Not drunky” you mumbled closing your eyes again protecting them from the far to bright light in the room

“Oh you so were drunk” Georgia chuckled pressing a soft kiss to your neck

“Was not” you groaned again

“You spoke catalan” your girlfriend pointed out and THAT made you shoot up into a sitting position – which turned out not to be a good idea since you immediately got hit with nausea and headache.

“How do you know I spoke catalan... I don't even speak catalan” you looked at Georgia panicked

“Oh but you do... you had a whole ass conversation with Alexia Putellas...” your girlfriend said as she laid on her back her arms stretched above her head

“Alexia??” you screeched

“Look... I got worried... you were all giggly and strange and you spoke a language I didn't understand... I asked me teammates for help but even they couldn't help... so I called Keira..” your girlfriend explained

“Keira??” you screeched even higher

“Yeah... she couldn't help so she put Alexia on the phone.. she helped...” Georgia shrugged her shoulders sitting up now “... she even got you to go to bed”

“Oh fuck me G... that's bad... so SO bad” you whined

“Why... you had a little wine... geez when I was your age I literally tubed beer” your girlfriend said trying to calm you down

“Do you realize what Ale will do with me once I'm back in Barc... I'm simply never going back to Barcelona... easy...” you started to whine before you just had THE idea

“Yeah well... I don't think Lucy will let that happen” Georgia scratched the back of her neck embarrassed

“We just ignore her...” you looked pleadingly at the blonde

“I still have to play with her in the national team... and you have to go to camps too now since you signed a contract” your girlfriend pointed out killing your plan with her stupid logic

“Ah fuck” you groaned and let yourself fall backwards onto the bed again

“Baby.... it's not that bad....” Georgia tried again

“You wanna tell Lucy I got drunk on red wine?” you raised your eyebrow in challenge

“We just pay Keira and Alexia to never ever breath a word of that” your girlfriend quickly said seeing what you meant

“Mhm... thought so” you mumbled

“Okay... I have training this morning and fitness in the afternoon... you wanna join or stay here?” Georgia looked down at you

“I want to die.... that headache is going to kill me” you whined which made G chuckle

“I'll get you some water and paracetamol” your girlfriend said before pressing a kiss to your head and stood up

“And a bagel... I want a bagel... with bacon....” you yelled after her

When Georgia returned with the bottle of water and two pills you were dead asleep again

“Guess you won't join training then” the blonde mumbled smiling walking towards the bathroom to take her shower and get herself ready for the day

You woke up two hours later to a quiet flat. You groaned again rolling over to your other side seeing the water bottle and the pills laying on your nightstand.

“Every time I think I can't fall more for her she pulls some shit and I fall even harder” you mumble to yourself swallowing the pills with a large gulp of water

“Ugh... I hate pills” you shuddered but made it slowly out of bed dragging yourself into the kitchen where you found a post it on the coffeemashine and one on the fridge

“Press “an”... who the fuck is Ann?” you read loudly looking at the coffeemashine like it offended your whole family

“... oh... there... button... an...” you pressed the button and the machine started to come to life “.... oh cool...” you shrugged your shoulders

“... when all the lights are on... press “Kaffee”...” you read again looking for the right button

“uh... that thing can make Cappuccino” you said excited pressing on that button instead of Kaffee

The machine started to grind the beans – which did wonders for your headache – but THEN it made weird noises. Like it was dying.

“Oooooh no no no no no” you said in panic “... stop dying.... just coffee... you already started the coffee... just... put it in the cup... here... it's a nice cup... look... it's from here actually... it's a Bayern Munich cup... you like Munich right... you live here”

You spoke to the coffeemaker like it would actually answer you but it continued to make weird sounds so you decided to try a different approach

“If I now press Kaffee... will you stop dying... please?” you looked at the machine pleadingly before hitting the coffee button over and over again

“Please... stop dying... G will kill me if I kill you” you said desperately but it was no use

“Okay... we gonna approach that rationally... you had a good life... I'm gonna pull the plug now” you said and pulled the cable out of the socket with closed eyes – immediately the machine stopped “dying” and you sighed in relieve

“Okay... so no to coffee... new plan... get a shower... get ready... go coffee” you mumbled to yourself already leaving the kitchen for the bathroom

30 minutes later you checked your pockets if you have everything before pulling the door shut going down the stairs and step outside into the beautiful Munich sunshine. You had no clue where you were or where you needed to go so you just played eene meeny mooh and then turned right to follow the street. On the next occasion you turned right following an important looking sign hoping for some sightseeing. Again you followed the sign on the next traffic light as it pointed to the left. You took some pictures on your phone on the way being absolutely mesmerized by the buildings you passed in awe. You followed the road for some time until you discovered the next sign telling you to go left and suddenly you stood in front of a big building... with a lot of cars inside. It dawned on you - you just followed a Carpark sign. You were very disappointed at this point. So you decided to walk along the carpark building until you were back on a bigger road. You totally winged this Munich tour.

You followed the bigger road until you spotted a group of Asian people who looked like they were getting a city tour with a guide. So you decided to just go with that group since the guide apparently knew what she was doing. After some short stops at some buildings you were absolutely not interested in you found yourself at a place you reconized from being here with Georgia before – the Viktualienmarkt. It was a beautiful big market place where you could basically get everything. Fresh fruit and vegetables. Honey and Bee products. Wine (slight heave) and Beer. Good food. Nice people. Everything in one place. That also was the moment you realized you had no money on you. Which sucked big time since you got quite hungry with your exploring. You pulled out your phone to see five missed calls. When you pulled them calls up you saw two from your girlfriend, one from Keira, one from Lucy and one from an unknown number. So you decided to call your girlfriend back first and to your surprise she answered after the second ring. Which was VERY unusual for Georgia since you normally needed four tries to get her on the phone

“Baby.. where are you... I came home half an hour ago with you gone... are you okay?” your girlfriend spoke quickly and her voice showing her increased stress level

“I'm alright... I'm at the big market place...” you said confused

“Big market pla... love... where the fuck are you?” Georgia said even more confused that you were

“You know... where you took me when I visited the first time... where you can buy all that bee stuff in that little corner shop on the market” you tried to explain since you didn't want to make a fool out of yourself for pronouncing the places name wrong

“I have NO idea where you are... wait... look for someone nice and let me talk to them” your girlfriend tried so hard to figure out were you where

“Okay... wait” you looked around until you spotted someone familiar – it was the nice waitress from the breakfast place G took you to yesterday so you approached her carefully

“Ehrm... excuse me?” you lightly tapped her shoulder

“Ja?” the nice blonde turned around “Oh hi... I remember you... you had the two avocado toasts yesterday with your friends”

“Actually just one... the other one my friend ate before I could grab a bite... that bottomless bitch...” you said still a sore topic for you “... I... need help... could you please help...?”

“Dinara...” the woman offered smiling friendly “... and of course – what's the problem”

“I... got... kinda lost?” you said embarrassed holding your phone up “... me.. friend is on the phone but she's too thick to figure out where I am so can you please tell her..?”

“Oh my god of course” Dinara laughed as she took your phone “Hi? So your friend is at Viktualienmarkt just opposite Chicos Saftbar... at the golden chicken”

“Oh god thank you so much” you heard the relieved sigh of your girlfriend through your phone “I know you probably have better things to do but... could you maybe keep an eye on her... or chain her to one of the lampposts so she can't run off again? Either way is fine”

“Excuse me??” you exclaimed upset “... tying me to a post?? The fuck you think you are – you ain't Luce”

“Depends on how long you need to get here...” the blonde woman said amused at your outburst

“Half an hour max... I'm already on me way” Georgia said panting as she was jogging down the street to the next tramway

“Yeah I can do that... I'll take her to Café Schmalznudel” the nice helpfully blonde said still grinning at your behaviour since you retreated to grumble to yourself about getting tied up to a post

“Thank you so SO much” your girlfriend said as she got onto the tramway towards the city centre

“No problem...” Dinara smiled as she tugged on your sleeve so you would follow her “... I know how it is to get lost in Munich”

“Where we going? I'll have you know I have a lots of friends who will come looking for you if you murder me” you said but still walked after the blonde

“I was about to get you some coffee and some delicious pastry but since you accused me of being a murderer you can sit and watch me eat and have my coffee” the blonde said sweetly

“That's literally letting me starve... I didn't get coffee this morning because me gi... friend... friend decided to get a coffeemaker you need a fucking PhD for and then I got lost...” you deadpanned as the blonde woman shoved you into a small shop where it smelled deliciously

“Are you always this dark and twisted sarcastic?” Dinara asked interested

“Yes... got it from... I wanted to say my family but they're not like me... in terms of fun... they're all very humourless.. except for me sister... she has her moments... they're rare but she has them” you mused “... she's trying”

“Okay...” the blonde laughed “... what do you want... I recommend the Dampfnudel” she said as she pointed to one of the trays

“What's that?” you looked interested

“It's a yeast dough with a plum marmalade filling... very tasty” D explained “... or there we have Auszogne...”

“Uh.. I had that before... they're amazing” you looked at the pastry your mouth watering “I want them all”

“You literally will puke if you eat everything... so let's settle for one and you can come back with your friend another time” the blonde said

“Gibberish gibberish dare” you looked at her straight in the eye grumbling

“What?” the young woman looked at you confused

“It's... Swedish? Danish? Cold countryish for “you're mean”...” you said huffing a little

“Have it your way... I'm going to order now” the blonde shrugged her shoulders turning around to the guy behind the counter starting to order

“I take that yeast thingy” you interrupted from behind her

“Und eine Dampfnudel mit... what coffee?” the woman said half turning to you

“Do you guys know what a cappuccino is?” you asked carefully

“We're a European country and closer to Italy than the UK... yes we know what a cappuccino is” the woman said rolling her eyes “... und einen Cappuccino bitte”

20 minutes later your girlfriend bursted through the front door looking around panicked before she spotted you speed walking over

“What the hell were you thinking???” your girlfriend said panting

“I was thinking about getting a coffee” you looked at her confused

“I... I.. what?” Georgia looked at you in disbelieve “... coffee?”

“Yes... you know... that black liquid that brings you back to life” you chewed on your pastry as you heard your new friend snort beside you

“I have a perfectly fine coffeemaker at home” your girlfriend exclaimed

“Had... I think it dead” you looked at her innocently and G couldn't do anything than look at you flabbergasted

“So... as lovely as this interaction was... I need to get to work” Dinara suddenly exclaimed and stood up

“What do I owe you... wait... you paid for her stuff right?” Georgia started to ramble and rummaged through her pockets “... here... 50 Euros.... 10 for the food the rest for having to deal with her”

“No needs... she is a delight once she's fed and caffeinated” the blonde waitress laughed and pushed Georgias hand back denying the money

“No really... I can't thank you enough... god knows where she would've ended up” your girlfriend tried to give Dinara the money again

“It's okay... just... put one past Coll for the girls who look up to you” Dinara smiled winked and pushed past Georgia leaving the small place leaving Georgia behind looking confused

“You think she'll come back for the rest of her pastry?” you quipped up behind your girlfriend eyeing the piece interested

“Honestly Baby... what where you thinking? You don't know the City, you don't know the language you didn't even knew where you were” Georgia whisper yelled after she sat down opposite to you

“Look... you were gone when I woke up... I tried to make coffee the machine died... yes, I don't know the city or where I was... but I'm not five... and for the language barrier.. you don't speak german either” you said back your voice low “... you won't believe it Georgia Stanway but people speak english and I found out pretty quickly that the people here are actually pretty helpful if you just ask nicely and be polite”

“I know that... I got scared okay... I know you're not five... but I came home and you were gone and you didn't answer your phone...” your girlfriend said calmly and you saw how she tried to keep herself calm too

“I didn't hear it because it was on silent” you sneered back “What is the big deal?”

“The big deal is that I started to call hospitals because I thought someone knocked you out” Georgia said and you saw how she lost her patience

“G... I can look out for myself.. did it for years” you snapped at her

“Let's go home okay... we can talk about it but we're in public” your girlfriend sighed

But you wouldn't be a Bronze if you wouldn't have the treat of stubbornness

“YOU can go home... I'll use the credit card I stole from Lucy and buy myself a flight to....” you stopped thinking a second “... Manchester”

“Baby please...” Georgia pleaded trying to take your hand but you pulled it away

“No...” you sneered “... don't touch me”

“I won't let you run... and if you run I'll follow you” your girlfriend said her voice low “I can't let you run.. I love you”

Your head snapped up and you looked at her shocked

“You... never said that” you whispered out

“I love you... I got so so scared when I got home...” Georgia said carefully taking your hand and this time you let her “... I told you before I can't and don't want to imagine a world without you... so when you were gone I panicked”

“I'm sorry...” you mumbled “... but honestly it's your coffeemakers fault”

“You pressed another button didn't you” your girlfriend smirked

“It offered cappuccino” you defended yourself

“It can also make cappuccino... if you fill up the milk tank” Georgia said grinning

“I love you too” you mumbled as you let your girlfriend pull you out of the chair

“I know... if you didn't you would be at the airport already” Georgia pulled you into her side pressing a subtle kiss to your temple

“Baby??” you heard your girlfriend call from the kitchen

“Yeah?” you yelled back from the spot on the couch

“Pernille asked if we want to join them for dinner tonight?” Georgia said as she leans against the doorframe of the living room

“Yeah why not...” you said distracted “... what the hell am I watching? There are naked people.. it's freaking daytime”

“Would you be able to whip up a desert? I hate coming empty handed and wine isn't an option this time” your girlfriend asked already texting her teammate back “And what are you watching?”

“How the fuck should I know... I understand fuck all” you exclaimed pointing at the TV with the remote control in your hand

“Oh god... you found the trash TV channel...” Georgia groaned after she threw a quick look at the screen

“That isn't normal trash... that... offensive trash” you exclaimed watching how two police officers start a yelling match with two naked people “What they yelling about?”

“Erregung öffentlichen Ärgernisses...” your girlfriend said distracted still on the phone texting Pernille “... public outrage”

“Yeah I bet... I would be outraged if I see naked people buying a newspaper in broad daylight” you snorted and kept watching how the police officers tried to reason with the nakeys

“Didn't Ella and you once walked naked into Old Trafford?” Georgia asked looking at you expectantly

“THAT was a dare...” you pointed out tilting your head trying to make sense out of the scene that was displayed on screen

“Baby... about that desert” your girlfriend asked again

“Yes I'll whip something up” you said absent still not believing what you see on TV

“Thank you” Georgia pressed a kiss to your head as she walked passed “... I advice to change the show.. it's not getting better”

“It's kinda fascinating....” you said in awe

“No it's not.. it's trash TV” your girlfriend snorted as she started to pack for her afternoon fitness session “You're going to join in?”

“I'll join... but not in” you grinned “Just let me look how long the thingy takes I want to make for the wine replacement”

“I can bring wine... but you won't having any” Georgia grinned as she threw a second kit into her bag knowing fully well you're gonna join in at some point

“I would need about two hours... do we have that much time?” you looked up from your phone where you googled the receipt

“Sure... training ends around 5... I can get you an Uber so you can go home earlier and get a head start” your girlfriend shrugged her shoulders

“You won't let me use public right?” you asked hopefully

“Yeah no... even I get lost sometimes with all them trains and tramways and undergrounds and busses...” Georgia shook her head

“Can someone else drive me? Uber is always so awkward” you whined

“You can ask Alex... he should still be in doing... whatever managers do in their offices... maybe he can drive you” your girlfriend offered

“Sounds good” you grinned knowing exactly how you would get the Trainer to agree driving you back to Georgias apartment

Georgia was right of course. As soon as you walked into the locker room Jill pounced on you talking your ear off while making you promise you would join in the gym. You tried to get out of it by saying you didn't have anything gym appropriate as you get hit in the face by a shirt and some short. Your girlfriend grinned widely at you as you shot her a dirty look which made most of the team laugh. So you changed into the kit Georgia threw at you which resulted in G looking smug and Magda rolling her eyes

“What?” you grumbled at the swede

“Wearing her number? Want to make it anymore obvious?” Magda said her voice low

“She my friend and the only Lioness here... as well as the best friend of one of the women who raised me AND a good friend of my sister...” you answered automatically

“Knew that speech by heart do you?” the blonde swede grinned

“You know how often I had to say that to the newbies at Camp?” you rolled your eyes as you pulled some shoes on “... dear jesus... whose shoes are that?”

“Your... friends” Magda chuckled emphasizing the “friend”

“Bitch...” you grumbled before looking up at the swede “... what's your shoe size?”

“Ehrm... 40” the swede answered

“What's that in UK size?” you looked confused

“7” Pernille answered as she walked past have followed your conversation with half an ear

“Why do you guys have such hobbit feet?” you groaned looking around “Anyone shoes in 8.5?”

You were met with stunned silence. You looked for help at Pernille who looked at her teammates

“42/43 anyone?” the Danish asked into the round but was met with just head shakes “Sorry Søde... looks like you have to go barefoot”

“Barefoot my ass” you grumbled as you walked out of the room and straight into the managers office “Alex... what's your shoe size”

“Ehrm... 43” the norwegian Trainer answered bewildered

“Perfect... give me your shoes” you demanded and pointed at his NIKE Free Metcon5

“Excuse me?” the brown haired man looked at you

“You're players are annoying and now I have to go to the gym with them but they all have mini feet and I don't... so I need shoes... you have me size.. so give me your shoes” you explained

“What's the magic word?” the Norwegian grinned

“Please” you rolled your eyes annoyed

“See... not so hard...” he grinned as he threw his shoes over to you “oh by the way... Ingrid Engen says hi... you better not tell us Barca secrets or she sees herself in the position of taking actions against you you won't like”

“Pff.... Princess Norwegian is far to nice to do something...” you waved off as you pulled the shoes on

“Engen? Probably.... Graham-Hansen on the other side... wouldn't want to piss her off” the man smirked

“You know... if you want me to help you poke Barcas ego... you're not doing a good job in convincing me” you said tilting your head

“I want to win” the Norwegian said confident

“Against Barca?” you laughed out in disbelieve

“Yes...” he nodded curtly

“You know I'm not a bullshitter.... and you have a good team... but defeating Barca? They will have to have a REALLY bad day...” you said honestly tying the laces “... they have everything... Forwards who are constantly on fire... a blazing midfield... and don't get me started on the backline”

“You got the Lionesses to win against Spain” the man pointed out as he leaned back in his chair his white socks shining under his table

“And I have a contract with the Lionesses... I can't help you... officially” you said smirking slightly “... but if I by pure accident write down some plays and weak Barca links and lose them and you find them by chance...”

“Coincidence” the Norwegian shrugged smirking as well

“Pure accident....” you grinned “... I'll have it ready by tomorrow evening for losing it”

“I really have to keep hold of Stanway don't I?” the man laughed

“For as long as she's happy here...” you shrugged your shoulders before turning around leaving the office

“There she IIIISSSS” you heard Jill before you saw her

“And there she gooooeeesss” you mimicked her turning to leave again

“No no no no no Lieveheersbeestje” the dutch said quickly throwing her arm around your shoulders pulling you further into the gym

“Lie... what?” you looked at her disgusted

“Lieveheersbeestje... Ladybug” the young player smiled

“Ew... stop giving me Pet names... your my annoying soul sister” you pushed her of you

“Naaaaw.... love you too” the dutch sing songed and pulled you back against her

“Let go you annoying gouda-head” you said trying to push her away again

“Say that you love me too” Jill laughed holding on to you even tighter

“My Sister taught me not to lie..” you pushed harder even tho both of you were just messing “so I'm not saying this because it would be a big fat lie”

“You don't mean that” the dutch exclaimed shocked

“Pernille!!!!” you whined out as you spotted the Danish player “Jill is mean to me...”

“Jill...” the light blonde warned as she stretched her muscles

“I didn't do anything” the dutch defended herself

“She wanted me to lie... Lucy said if she ever catches me lying she cuts me feet off!” you immediately said accusingly

“Kids” Pernille warned now both of you before turning to her girlfriend “Which one do you want?”

“The small Bronze of course” Magda looked at Pernille like she lost her mind “I really don't understand that question”

“Just wanted to be polite” the Danish said rolling her eyes “Take your kid to the other side of the room... these two together won't be good”

“Come on Kid... we start over there” Magda pulled you out of Jills grip and to the other side of the gym

“I'm not your Kid” you looked confused but let the swede pull you along

“Now you are... or do you prefer Kiddo?” the blonde swede grinned “Or should I throw Swedish nicknames at you?”

“Can't you just be normal?” you looked bewildered

“Normal is boring... I'm fun” Magda grinned

“And old...” you mumbled

“Hey... I'm not old” the blonde exclaimed

“Oh sorry... you are experienced” you nodded with a shit eating grin

“Just... do your training” Magda pushed you towards the treadmill

“I... don't have a trainings plan” you said confused

“Then do whatever you fell like but please do something... Pernille is already looking over” the swede whisper yelled

“Uuuuhhh... someone is scared of her girlfriend” you teased the older player

“You want me to get her on your ass... I still can swap kids” Magda said grinning

“I... can't go on the treadmill...” you admitted a little ashamed

“Why not... it's not that hard... and you look fit enough to do it” the swede pushed you slightly

“No... I... physically can't...” you started to bite your lip looking up to find your girlfriend

“Would you please explain that?” Magda said carefully sensing that it was a very personal topic

“I have... knee issues” you said finally spotting your girlfriend on the bench press

“Okay...” the swede said softly “... want to do some arm work?”

“I can do push ups or pull ups” you said excited and grateful that Magda dropped the topic

“How many pull ups can you manage?” Magda grinned poking at your competitiveness

“More than you” you shot back

“Oh we're gonna see that” the blonde grinned already jumping up to grab the monkey bar

“Respect little Bronze...” Magda panted out next to you as both of you laid on the ground faces red and covered in sweat “... didn't think you had it in you”

“My sister is Lucy Bronze...” you panted back “... had to beat her in something”

“Are you two done being idiots?” Pernille asked appearing in your line of vision

“We're not idiots” the swede answered her girlfriend “... we had to settle an argument”

“Oh really...” the Danish said raising her eyebrows “... keeping everyone from training because you two do pull ups until you pass out... counts as being idiotic”

“I won” you weakly pointed out your breathing slowly getting back to normal

“Pff... you wish” the blonde swede next to you huffed

“Oh I won” you sat up quickly which turned out to be the wrong move as you began to sway

“Yes Søde you won” Pernille was immediately by your side steadying you with her legs

“She didn't.... you shouldn't lie to her” Magda exclaimed

“She won” the Danish said firmly throwing her girlfriend a look that probably could freeze hell

“Yes darling... she won... fair and square...” the swede quickly corrected herself and it made you snicker

“Alex is waiting for you?” the Danish looked down at you

“Uh yeah... he driving me home” you quickly said trying to stand up but your said it wasn't a good idea

“Stay down... let your body relax and let it come back from the torture you just put it through” Pernille said gently

“Don't have time for that” you answered trying to stand up again

“Oh but you gonna make time Søde...” the Danish smirked and you knew you better listen

“If G helps me... would you please let me go shower?” you asked carefully

“No... Georgia has to train” Pernille answered shortly “... I normally should train too but I can stay a little longer with Magda so I can afford a few minutes”

“We stay longer?” the blonde swede whined “Why?”

“Because you haven't done any of your training so far... you did pull ups....” the Danish answered strictly

“Aaaah maaaan” Magda huffed annoyed

“Your own fault... MY kid is already done with her training by the way... I win the better parent contest” Pernille grinned

“My kid is cooler and fitter” the swede shot back “Your kid is just annoying”

“HA!” you exclaimed happily “I think I can stand up now”

“Try” the Danish encouraged you and you finally got up without swaying “.... okay... off to the shower and you clock out before you leave”

“Yes mom” you rolled your eyes but quickly moved out of the way when Pernille tried to playfully kick your ass

15 minutes later you pushed your head through the door of the gym looking for Pernille

“Mom I'm gone...” you yelled in her direction finding her standing next to Magda who just did some leg press

“I expect you home for dinner” the Danish shot back without taking her eyes of her girlfriend

“Yes mother” you rolled your eyes

“That's “ja mor” for you brat” Pernille played along smiling slightly as she nudged Magda slightly with her foot against her girlfriends hip silently telling her to focus

“Yeah yeah... I'm off..” you pulled a face before disappearing again

“So... any tips for free?” Alex asked as soon you slided into his passenger seat

“You have to watch Aitana... this woman likes to work” you said as you put your seatbelt in place

“I already know that” the Norwegian rolled his eyes as he smoothly maneuvered the car through traffic “... want a little city tour?”

“I wish I could but I really have to get going on this stupid desert G promised Pernille for inviting us for dinner” you grumbled

“You got invited by Hardersson? Nice...” the trainer looked impressed

“Why you look so impressed?” you asked confused not understanding why he would be impressed by a dinner invitation

“You getting invited by our royal couple... impressive... you here now what... two days? Three?” Alex mused

“Three if you count arrival” you said “Royal couple?”

“You don't really follow social media don't you?” the Norwegian asked chuckling

“Not really no... being Lucy Bronzes sister does things.... the amount of thirst messages over my sisters hands or her thighs I received kinda put me off having a social media account... then there were threats... or inappropriate messages... oh yeah... and the messages that said they were happy I had three ACLs.... so no.. not really on social media” you said flatly

“The internet is a dangerous place...” the Trainer said calmly “... but also a good place you know... we as a Club can use it to keep in touch with the fans... we can rewatch games... players can basically promote themselves”

“I know... I never said it was bad... it wasn't just not a good place for me at the time” you said seriously

“But back to the original topic.. Hardersson is the royal couple...” Alex said

“I thought that was Beth and Viv...” you asked confused

“Here in Munich it's Pernille and Magda” the Norwegian smiled

“You're biased because Pernille is on your national team” you said shaking your head

“She's Danish....” the Trainer rolled his eyes “... I'm Norwegian and I don't train the NORWEAGIAN team”

“Danish... Norwegian... Sweden... all cold countries” you grumbled

“England isn't far off” Alex teased you

“We have rain... not cold” you huffed

“I went skiing in Glencoe last winter” the Norwegian chuckled finding immense entertainment in riling you up

“Glencoe is Scotland you fish eating...” you couldn't think off a good insult so you just huffed again

“We're here my token” he laughed as he pointed to the front door of the house where Georgia had her apartment in

“Thanks for the ride trainer” you tipped your head and got out of the car

“Don't forget to lose that paper tomorrow” he yelled after you and you threw a thumbs up at him

“Baby... I'm ho... shit that smells good... what is it?” Georgia yelled as she opened the door and got a little sniff of the pastry you made.

She walked into the kitchen but you weren't there. But she found the most delicious treat. Just as she was about to grab one from the baking tray you yelled from the bathroom

“If you touch them damn things Georgia Stanway I cut your fingers off”

“But you love my fingers!” your girlfriend yelled back in a teasing tone but retreated from the tray

“You still have a tongue I can use...” you deadpanned as you stepped out of the bathroom wearing a dark blue pantsuit with a silver necklace just putting in the matching earrings and light make-up

“True... but you li....” Georgia said but stopped midsentence and just stared at you

“What?” you asked seeing her staring at you

“You... this... you” your girlfriend rambled with wide eyes

“Do you need a restart?” you asked carefully and a little taken aback “... I can hit you if you need it”

“No.... you're just... you're beautiful.... so so beautiful” Georgia whispered

“Thank you” you said shyly your cheeks flushed as you bit your lip

“I think we should stay in....” your girlfriend pushed herself into your space towering a little over you

“No... I spend the last two hours making that desert... we go...” you said firmly pushing her back slightly “... go change... if we're late because of you...”

“Yeah... I'm already moving... no need to get mean woman” Georgia grumbled knowing exactly what you wanted to say

30 Minutes later you stood in front of a small house a little outside the city center with your basket full of deserts. Georgia took it upon herself to ring the doorbell – multiple times to annoy Magda – and was now waiting with a wide grin for the swede to open the door. And that she did. Magda opened the door saw a widely grinning Georgia Stanway with you behind her holding a basket. The swede eyed the basket and you offered it to her so she could take a better look

“I come brining gifts” you smirked as you saw the blonde lurking inside

Suddenly everything went very quickly. Georgia got pushed to the side so she nearly fell into the rose bushes you got grabbed and ungracefully pulled inside as Magda shut the door behind you with her foot

“Pernille... Pernille....” the swede excitedly yelled pulling you behind her further into the house “PERNILLE!!!”

“I'm in the same universe as you... stop screaming... what's the matter” the Danish came out of the – what you assume living room – looking annoyed “... hello dearest daughter of mine”

“Hi...” you said a little bit flustered and confused

“What's the matter Eriksson?” Pernille looked at her girlfriend who just pushed you in front of her with a wide grin

“Look...” she motioned to the basket

“Where's Georgia?” the Danish asked looking behind you two

“Don't know” Magda said getting more excited by the second “.... who cares... LOOK”

Finally Pernille took a look into the basket and bursted out laughing

“Can we keep her??” the blonde swede asked hopefully

“She's not a dog Magda” Pernille rolled her eyes

“But she made Kanelbullar!!” Magda pointed out taking the basket from your hands shoving it in her girlfriends face

“You are unbelievable Magda... no manners whatsoever” the Danish said annoyed as she made her way to the door to leave your girlfriend in

“I'm really sorry Georgia...” the blonde Dane said “... you have my permission to hit her”

“It's alright...” your girlfriend waved off “... I got threatened with cut off fingers if I'd touch them... she made them from scratch”

“Magda will guard her with her life now...” Pernille chuckled as she watched her girlfriend basically carrying you around and running circles around you asking you a million questions a second if you need anything

“That's okay...” Georgia smiled softly “.... she deserves to have more people in her corner”

“God Stanway... you really are in love” the blonde Dane chuckled

“Is that a bad thing when you look at her?” your girlfriend looked longing at you

“No... she's a treasure...” Pernille smiled as well watching how her girlfriend offered you even her Olympic medal in exchange for more Kanelbullar

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