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Big Reputation II Jenni Hermoso x Madrid!Reader

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A/N: We hope you like this oneshot because it turned out quite long and we worked on it from time to time. As for the ones who requested fanfics with other players, don't worry, we're working on them, an Arsenal player will come next. ❤️

warnings: brief mentioning of injuries

31 January 2021

FCB Femení vs. Real Madrid Femenino 4 :1

Goal scorers: Putellas (14), Hermoso (23), Oshoala (37, 70), Olga (81 p.)

With an amused smirk on her face Alexia Putellas put an arm around her friend’s shoulder:” Who are you looking at Jenni?” “No one.”, Jenni Hermoso replied, trying to hide the fact that the question of the midfielder caught her off guard as she was looking at a Real Madrid playing from afar. Another fellow teammate Irene Paredes who knew her all too well intervened laughing:” Lies.”

“Just checking out the opponent.”, the black-haired woman brushed it off smiling confidently. Unconvinced Alexia teased her: “Oh sure, miss professional.” “What?!”, Jenni pretended to be shocked. The defender nodded:” You’re checking her out, right Ale?” “Yeah, she is.”, the younger player agreed. “Excuse me, chicas?”, the striker acted outraged. Seeing her friend having such an obvious crush on the opponent was very entertaining for Alexia who winked at her:” You’re excused. She’s kinda pretty.” “Thanks.”, Jenni answered, running through her hair with one hand.

Loosing the first league El Clásico at home in Madrid with 4:0 made you even more hungry to challenge the Barcelona Women’s team now, especially because as a defender the received goals hurt you a lot. Without a question your motivation on this cold January was very high, nothing was better than revenge in the sport you loved. Meanwhile Ivana Andrés brought you back to the present moment, wiggling her eyebrows:” You’re being watched.” “By whom?”, surprised you turned your head to follow her gaze which was directed at the Barca players on the other side of the pitch.

Spotting them you shrugged it off:” Oh, I won’t make it easy for Jenni that’s for sure.” “Don’t worry, if she keeps staring at you during the game, you’ve got nothing to do.”, Olga Carmona commented grinning. Excited the older woman with the dark curls added:” Who knew you’d be our secret weapon?” “Girls.”, you blushed deeply, knowing full well that the other team was highly favoured, and you needed more than that to take them out of their game.

A loud sigh escaped Olga’s lips:” Okay, fine. We’ll see how the game’s going.” “Let’s win this.”, you brought back some optimism. Satisfied with the remark the youngest defender of the three of you said: “Please.”

That the game did not start well for your team was an understatement, you were starting to swim when Alexia scored in the 14th minute. Still, you tried to hold your teammates together:” Held your head high girls, we still have enough time to turn that game around.”

The chance to score the equalizer was presented to the Real Madrid team through a corner kick. While Olga was getting ready to shoot, you were positioning yourself in the penalty area. A flirty voice which you knew belonged to Jenni whispered into your ear: “Hey, pretty girl.”

You didn’t even have to turn around. Jennis body pressed against your back to prevent you from having too much space. A lazy smirk appeared on your face; “If that’s your way to distract defenders, it won’t be working.“ “It won’t?“, she whispered, her lips close to your ear but your eyes stayed focused on Olga, who was taking a few steps back and kicked the ball.

You ran a few steps, leaving Jenni standing and jumped up but the ball was too high. It barely grazed the top of your head and bounced down in front of a Barcelona defender who kicked the ball wide. As you sprinted back to get into your position, you passed Jenni who winked at you; “Or maybe it did work.“ You shook your head in annoyance. Alexia bumped her shoulder to Jennis, nodding into your direction; “What did you say to her?“ “Oh, nothing important.“

You conceded the second goal barely ten minutes later. Your slide tackle came too late, Jennis ball already hit the back of the net. You were cursing under your breath while you got up from the grass. Ivana appeared next to you, patting your back; “Head up.“ “But…“ She gave a you a quick head shake that made you shut up instantly; “It’s okay. It happens.“ “Alright. The game is not over yet.“, you nodded determinedly after a deep breath. Olga smiled weakly; “That’s what we want to hear.“

To your disappointment, the game ended with a 4:1. You grimaced while the final whistle blew and the Barcelona players ran towards each other, celebrating their win. You tried to ignore them while you made your way across the pitch to your tired and upset teammates and didn’t realise that Jenni had left her team. “Jenni, where are you going? We want to celebrate with the fans.“, Mapi called her back. The striker waved her back; “Go ahead. I’ll be with you in a minute.“

She followed you to the other side of the pitch where you pulled up Olga from the turf; “Olga, don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re young and we’ll learn from that. Next time it’ll be better. Promise.“ The other player nodded silently and was pulled into a hug by Ivana. You turned around and found yourself face to face with Jenni; “You.“ “Yes, hi. Good game.“, she smiled at you. You wrinkled your nose in response; “Thanks but you don’t have to lie.“ “I don’t.“ “So, why are you not celebrating with your team?“, you asked, getting slightly annoyed. Jenni shrugged; “I was going to. I just wanted to tell you that.“

“Don’t you want to have her number too? Or her jersey?“, Olga piped up with a laugh. “Olga!“, you scolded her. But Jenni gave her an appreciative smiled; “Actually a good idea. I’d like both.“ “You’re even more greedy than I thought, Hermoso.“, you rolled your eyes. Unimpressed, Jenni looked at you; “Will you give it to me now?“ “Yes, if you give me yours in return.“ “Fair, enough.“, she laughed, pulling her jersey over her head.

“Because it’s getting really cold.“, you added, handing her your own shirt. Jenni laughed; “Oh, please. Here you go.“ “Thank you.“ Olga provided you with a piece of paper and a pen so that you could note down your phone number. You shoved the note into Jennis hand and pushed her away with a grin; “Now go back to your teammates!“ “On my way.“, she winked at you before disappearing between the other Barcelona players.

In December you were supposed to play again against Barcelona. After your match in January Jenni and you became a couple. During the phone call with your now girlfriend, she asked you what you wished for this Christmas you both were supposed to celebrate in Madrid. A soft chuckle escaped your lips:” What I want for Christmas, mi amor? A win against your team of course.”

“Something more realistic, please.”, the tattooed Spanish woman laughed. Playfully dramatic you gasped for air: “More realistic?” “Like a unicorn or a dragon. I can make that happen. But not a win against us.”, with your eyes closed you could see her shaking her head. “Rude.”, you huffed.

Softly Jenni replied: “It’s true though.” “See you there.”, you answered. Cheerfully she chirmed:” Good luck.” “Not to you.”, you teased her. You could imagine the dark-haired woman grimacing:” Thanks. Appreciate it.”

You both ended your call with how much you loved each other while you could see your neighbours putting up their fairy lights on their terrace bringing light into the darkness. Maybe that beam of light shone Madrid to a win against their rival.

12 December 2021

Real Madrid Femenino vs. FCB Femení 1 :3

Goal scorers: Martens (8, 23), Paredes (18), Asllani (52)

Sadly, your hopeful dreams were quickly trampled on by Lieke Martens who shot two goals quickly, so did Irene Paredes. In the second half Kosovare Asllani scored but that did not change that Real Madrid lost once again against Barcelona.

The defeat was audible in your voice as you turned your back to Jenni:” No, leave me alone, Jenni.” “Oh, come on.”, the forward tried to console you. Cooly Olga intervened:” Go.” “Calm down! Not my fault that you lost.”, the Barcelona player shouted furiously. “No, but it’s no fun, let me tell you that.”, you muttered. Surprised you looked up to your girlfriend who handed you a small gift:” It’s still 12 days to go until Christmas.” “Yeah, I know. Maybe it cheers you up.”, Jenni shrugged her shoulders. Carefully you touched the bow holding the small package together:” Do you want me to open it right now?” “Whenever you want.”

Swiftly you opened the present:” A key?” “Not just any key.”, the forward explained seriously. Rolling her eyes Olga commented drily:” If you’re saying that this is the key to your heart I’m going to vomit.” That was the moment Ivana dragged the younger defender away from you. In an honest tone your girlfriend said smirking: “I’m not that romantic.” “It’s to your place.”, you realized.

Clearing her throat, she nodded: “It’s.” “You trust me that much?”, you asked moved. Warmly the older woman giggled: “I do trust you that you won’t come into my house and steal all my stuff.” “Yeah, I won’t do that.”, you admitted with an amused smile on your lips.

Uncharacteristically nervous Jenni went through her hair with one hand: “You can choose when you want to come or leave that way.” “Sorry, I was so harsh to you earlier.”, you apologized. Earnestly she looked at you: “It’s okay. You’ve got your key now. If you need to be alone, that’s fine but if you want to come to my place, you know how.” “I appreciate it.”, you gave her a kiss on the cheek. Hopefulness bloomed in your girlfriend’s face: “I’ll see you later. Or maybe not.”

Jenni was at her place when you used the key to her door for the first time. “Hi.“, you said quietly. Jenni looked up; “Oh, hi.“ “You said I could come, so…“, you started. Jenni smiled; “Yes, of course. Don’t stand in the door. Come in.“ You slipped in and let the door fall closed behind you; “I’m coming.“ You followed your girlfriend into her kitchen. Jenni looked at you thoroughly; “Sorry about earlier.“ “No, you said a win was not realistic.“, you shook your head.

Your girlfriends eyebrows knotted together; “I was joking. Anything can happen in football.“ “That’s true. I still believe this club could challenge yours one day…“, you thought out loud. “I’m sure you will. Real Madrid’s womens team is still young.“ With a sigh, you sat down at her kitchen table; “Right… Is it okay if we don’t talk about the game tonight?“ “Of course.“ Jenni sat down with you. “Thanks.“

As promised, Jenni changed the topic effortlessly; “Did you have dinner yet?“ “No, what about you?“, you replied. The striker shook her head; “I was about to order something but I couldn’t decide. Do you want to pick?“ A smile spread across your face; “From our usual place?“ “Sure.“

13 March 2022

FCB Femení vs. Real Madrid Femenino 5:0

Goal scorers: Putellas (41, 43), Guijarro (60), Peter (65 o.g.), Hermoso (82)

The next El Clasicó was played in March. Barcelona once again didn’t make it easy for Real Madrid. In the 60th minute, you had the chance to break through. You made a run for the ball but as you turned, you could feel a pop and a sharp pain in your knee. You immediately went down while the ball rolled out of play.

Alexia dragged on Jennis jersey who quickly made a few steps towards you; “Keep your head in the game, Jenni.“ “My head is exactly where it’s supposed to be, Ale.“, she replied cooly when she saw your own teammates race towards you. Alexia nodded courtly; “Good.“ “It’s not a big deal.“, Jenni stated, more to herself than to Alexia.

Ivanas head appeared above you at the same time; “Hey, what’s wrong?“ “My knee…“, you answered, trying to sit up, but Olga immediately held you back: “Don’t move. The medical staff is coming.“

You nodded bravely and let the physios assess your injury. Ivana grimaced in sympathy, seeing your pained expression; “Shit. This doesn’t look good.“ “She’ll be subbed off. Obviously.“, Olga nodded while the two watched you being helped off the pitch.

The game ended with another win for Barcelona. On their way to the dressing rooms, Jenni stopped Olga; “Olga, where is she?“ The Real player shrugged; “How am I supposed to know? I was on the field, just like you.“ “Sorry, I thought you might.“, Jenni shook her head. Sighing, Olga put a hand on her upper arm; “Wait here. I’ll go check in the dressing room for her.“ “Okay.“ Jenni watched Olga leave and return a few minutes later.

“And?“ “It’s her knee. It’s not looking good.“, the Real player explained what Jenni already knew. Impatiently, she asked; “Can I see her?“ “Yes, go in.“ Jenni didn’t wait for her, she went straight into Real Madrids dressing room. With your knee bandaged to prevent swelling, you looked up at your girlfriend; “Congrats to your goal.“ “Thanks. But it’s hard to celebrate when you had to be helped off the pitch.“, she replied earnestly.

“Trust me, I did not want to leave the game that way either.”, you swallowed hard. Quietly the Barcelona player lifted your chin, so you had to keep your focus on her: “I know that.” “Not in the year of the euros.”, you whispered, tears shot in your eyes while the realization was hitting hard.

Empathetically Jenni stroke your hair:“Hey, don’t think about that yet.” “It’s hard not to do that.”, you mumbled. Smoothly she reminded you: “I know that. But it’s in the future.” “And now?” “Now we have to wait for a diagnosis and your rehab.”, the dark-haired woman pulled you into a hug hoping to lift a bit of the weight on your shoulders. Loudly you sighed:” Alright.”

After your ACL injury was confirmed, Jenni proposed her idea to you which you answered promptly:” Moving in with you? But you’re living in Barcelona?” “And?”, your girlfriend gave you an expectantly look. “And the rehab process can be ugly.. I might say awful things to you. Why are you grinning?”, you listed all the things which could go wrong.

A bright smile appeared on the forward’s face: “I hope you do say that to me.” “You’re so weird.”, you laughed. Playfully shocked Jenni repeated: “I’m weird?” “Yes.” “You’re weird.”, she disagreed with your earlier comment. Now it was your turn to react offended: “Me?!” “Yeah.” You pressed on:“Why?”

“You don’t want to come to Barcelona with me.”, your girlfriend pouted. Slowly you admitted to yourself and her, not without a joking tone in your voice: “I do but I’m not sure if you can handle a madridista.” “I’m sure.”, Jenni confirmed sincerely. “Okay, we can do this.”

19 November 2023

FCB Femení vs. Real Madrid Femenino 5:0

Goal scorers: Bonmatí (17), Hansen (43), Caldentey (45+1), Pina (90+1), Vicky (90+3)

It was a sunny and warm November day while both teams were doing their round in the Estadi Johan Cruyff. Concerned you walked up to Alexia:” Ale, how’s your knee doing? You’re not playing?” “No, I’m out.”, she told you with a sad smile on her face. Cheekily you replied: “I’m sorry to hear it as your friend but as a player for Madrid.”

“Don’t worry, I trust my team enough to believe they can still beat you. Even with you back.”, her smile deepened at your teasing words, but the midfielder hinted on the time you both were out with an ACL injury missing out on the Euros in which your team was under the favourites but did not win after all.

“We’ll see about that, more serious you continued, but you’re still joining us for dinner afterwards, right?” She padded your shoulders, showing the warm side of her few people get to see of her:” Of course.”

You gave her another warm smile before turning away to head towards the changing room. While Alexia watched you leave, Jenni who was set to commentate on this El Clasico appeared on her side; “Ale, I’m really proud of how she came back from that injury.“ “You can be, she’s tough.“, Alexia nodded, her gaze now shifting towards the fans that filled the stadium.

Jenni watched her former team mate from the side; “Yes but I’m glad you two had each other during that time too.“ “Me too, trust me. It was a good idea to let her do the rehab in Barcelona.“, Alexia replied, her jaw set as she turned back towards Jenni. “Agreed.“

The midfielder raised her eyebrows at her friend; “But now she’s back in Madrid.“ “And I’m in Mexico.“, Jenni added with a small sigh. “How did you make that decision?“

The dark-haired forward tilted her head pensively; “It wasn’t easy.“ “I can tell.“, her former team mate replied. “You do?“ Alexia gave a short nod; “Yes. But you got to go. Your new job is waiting.“ A defiant smile appeared on Jennis face; “Exciting.“ “I’ll see you after the game. With three more points for Barcelona.“, her friend laughed in reply.

All three of you experienced the game from different places in the stadium. Jenni sat with some journalists, Alexia with her team mates and you were standing on the grass while Barcelona beat Real Madrid with 5:0.

Of course, the Barcelona players were in a good mood as soon as the final whistle blew but Jenni barely had time for some more small talk with Alexia; “If you excuse me, Ale.“ “Hey! Seriously? You’re leaving me for a Madrid player?“, Alexia yelled after her as she crossed the grass.

Grinning, Jenni answered; “She’s my fiancée!“ “You were not supposed to tell her that yet!“, you laughed, playfully hitting Jenni. “Excuse me?“, came from Alexia, more amused than offended. “Just great.“, you mumbled while Alexia caught up with you two. “Why didn’t you tell me that?“ “Before the El Clasico?“, you replied innocently. “Yes!“ Uncertain, you admitted; “Felt weird with Jenni there too…“

A smile spread across Alexias face; “I don’t blame you. I was expecting to hear it from Jenni anyway.“ To your surprise, you felt her arms around you as she wrapped you in a hug.

Simultaneously, Jenni explained; “We wanted to tell you at dinner.“ “That’s way too late!“, Alexia complained, releasing you from her embrace. You smiled at the two friends and took a step back, pointing into the direction of the dressing rooms; “I’ll leave you to it.“

“No, stay.“, Jenni said and grabbed your wrist. But Alexia shook her head at her friend and gave you a gentle smile; “We’ll talk about it at dinner.“ You took this as your sign to disappear into the dressing rooms for a nice, warm shower.

“But you’ll be my best woman right Ale?”, Jenni asked the blonde. Playfully the midfielder told her: “I’ll think about it!” “Don’t you dare saying ACL bonds are stronger.”, the dark-haired woman groaned. The younger player shook her head:“No, I’m saying I should have known first if you want me to have a special role in your wedding.”

“Who says there is only a wedding?”, Jenni replied with an innocent look on her face. Confused Alexia furrowed her brows:” What’s that supposed to mean?” “We’ll tell you at dinner.”, the woman who played in Mexico promised. With a pout on her lips the Barcelona player turned away: “I hate you both.”

Freshly showered you came back in time to hear her last words declaring:” No, you love us!” “Not sure about that.”, the blonde chuckled. You threw an eyebrow up:” Do you believe her, Jenni?” “No.”, your fiancée answered. Smirking you agreed with her:“Me neither.”

“She’s just bluffing.”, the raven-haired woman observed. Still pouting Alexia defended herself: “I want to know what you were hinting at earlier!” “Can we go to dinner first?”, Jenni wanted to know. The midfielder shrugged it off: “Sure.”

After you had a delicious dinner Alexia looked expectantly at you both:” So, will you girls tell me now everything?” “Sure, we have the time now.”, you nodded. Quickly Jenny left the table only to return with something which would make Alexia tear up more than an engagement ring could.

You might have lost every el clasico but it brought you closer to the person you fell in love with and for this you were grateful. Although you’d love to win it in the future but it would be on pause for a while because some things were more important than football.

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didalexiabreakupwitholgaisback · 19 days ago

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What's the backstory with Olga Carmona and Ivana Andres??

sigh, rip old blog 😭

well, olga is a real madrid player and current defender for the selection. ivana is a former real madrid player and former player for the selection. but to me, olga and ivana represent the selfishness and glory hunting that is the hallmark of real madrid, and even though ivana no longer plays for that club, she still carries those values. 🙄

olga and ivana are viewed by many as being mouthpieces for rfef by selling their souls for power and playing time during 'las 15' and through the 2023 world cup. after the captaincy was stripped from irene and alexia following 'las 15', olga and ivana were named as two of the new captains by jorge vilda.

fast forward to now, and it's funny because although olga said she had nothing to say about the topic ('las 15') on the documentary, olga sure has said a lot of things in the press. let's take a look at a sample that shows her true allegiance and her lack of values to be captain:

november 2022: after the first 'el clàssic' after the 'las 15' email, barça thrashed real madrid amidst a match with a lot of tension and olga tweeted out: "how difficult and expensive it must be to have to improve values such as respect, education and humility between people. we continue!"

november 2022 - august 2023: olga made repeated comments about how good things were with the selection.

october 2023: aitana expressed disappointment that more male national team members hadn't supported the national team. dani carvajal dismissed aitana's comments, and then olga was asked about this and carvajal's comments and said: "all opinions must be respected. i am lucky to be in a club that supports us, that supports us and we have the support of the federation."

august 2023: after the world cup win and rubiales scandal was brewing, olga was asked to comment by the media and said: "i put out a tweet supporting jenni and i don't want to make any more comments. everything is in the hands of the people in charge and i take care of enjoying my day to day."

february 2024 (many months after vilda was dismissed by rfef): "i will always be grateful to jorge vilda, that he has given me opportunities."

as for ivana, well she said a fair bit about her intentions during the documentary, and we know that she was elevated from bench warmer to captain during the world cup. rfef and vilda needed someone who they could control and who would follow orders and ivana was that person for them.

but most recently, we learned about how rubiales actually used voicemails from ivana's wife for his legal case. 🙄 here are some excerpts:

yeah, so can't attribute these comments directly to ivana, but if ivana's wife thinks this way, it's not a big jump as to what ivana thinks herself. 😬

so yeah, tl;dr, olga and ivana suck. the end.

#olga carmona #ivana andres #real madrid femenino #rfef ruins all the good things #luis rubiales #jorge vilda #sefutbolfem #espwnt #futfem #woso

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helen-with-an-a · 20 days ago

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sorry i’m lost what did olga and ivana do

Ok so I am by no means an expert into this matter (for that I send you to @didalexiabreakupwitholgaisback) and I highly recommend you look into it yourself and watch the documentary

But from the little I do know (through the documentary and my own quick research etc):

Ivana and Olga both play/played for Real Madrid and are essentially RFEF sympathisers.

Ivana (formerly captain of RM until 2024, now plays for Inter Milan) benefitted massively from Las 15 (15 of Spain’s best players sent a letter explaining their wants for better conditions and refused the call-up for the national team until things were discussed/agreed upon/changed)

Ivana was a benchwarmer who barely got minutes for the National team. Still, after the three original (iconic) captains (Irene, Alexia, and Jenni) sent a letter of support and were involved in Las 15, they were stripped of the captaincy.

How she viewed captaincy isn’t something I think makes a good captain. Captains build the team up, support players even if that means going against the head coach, and do the 'difficult' work in the locker room to ensure professional standards/at least a working relationship between teammates; they don't blindly follow the coaching staff regardless of player welfare, etc.

I think the documentary mentioned that before being handed the armband, Ivana had never started for the national team.

But essentially, she made some comments and things, siding with V*lda and the RFEF and throwing a few of her teammates under the bus.

So she can get in the bin!

On the other hand, Olga also plays for Real Madrid and has made supportive RFEF comments; she also benefited from Las 15 and got minutes and matches with the national squad that she may not have been able to do otherwise. (She received her first call-up in 2021, but I don't think she was a regular starter/got many full matches etc.)

But what really did it for me was when she said, “She didn’t want her personal views about the situation in the documentary” - babes, why are you in the doc then? At least Ivana, Tere, and Laia used the documentary to explain their situation and feelings for it all (do I agree with all of their actions? Not really, but at least they used the documentary to talk about what was in their mind a little so I can understand it)

Yes, Olga scored 2 reasonable goals at crucial points for Spain (against Sweden in the semis and against England in the final), but that’s it - I didn’t get any more information from the documentary that I didn’t already know purely because she refused to explain anything.

So Olga can get in the bin too!

And Tere and Laia can go stand near it (although as an Arsenal fan Laia ily)

#woso community #woso #espwnt

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alexiabae · 1 year ago

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KIND¹; lia wälti x fem!reader

Summary: during a match between switzerland vs spain, lia was involved in y/n's injury.

Warnings: mention of blood, injury, hit on the head, fluff.

Note: English is not my first language.

not my gif.

"We can!" Irene shouts in the changing room before they all get out of it and go to the tunnel to wait.

This was the captain's job, but since the last encounter that it passed to other hands, even if she didn't wear the band. It doesn't matter anymore. The real captains would show it with it or without it, and Irene is the proof of it. Of course Irene gave them a speech after Ivana's, not despising the function that the coach gave her.

They all embrace one another and give some encouragement before they put a foot out from the changing room, leading it Ivana.

Y/N waited between Tere and Aitana. She brushed her braided hair, nervously biting her bottom lip.

"Stop it, you would mess it up." Aitana muttered, putting off Y/N's own hands from her hair.

Y/N turned to look at her. "It is our last chance." She confesses her worries.

Aitana smiled gently. "I know. And we give everything. You know that last game isn't all our fault. It's too from the coach side. So don't blame it on you, show them what you're capable of. Even if some of them know about it." Aitana winked, reassuring her friend and teammate. They are from the same age, they always played for the same team and they always played in the national team, youth and senior. Aitana knows everything about Y/N and Y/N knows everything about Aitana.

Y/N nodded, grabbing a hand with hers and turned to look in front again, meeting Tere's back. She saw how the other national team came out, concentration written on their faces. She gets scared when saw Ana's face, she knows that face. It was like if the blonde read her mind that when saw her, she gave her one of her soft smiles, raising a hand and waving it in the air. The midfielder does it too, but with a lipped smile.

Some of her teammates greet her too. Alexia and Jenni were the ones near her and started a little conversation, including a hug.

"Nos vamos para casa, Aitana." Y/N leaned briefly to Aitana and muttered only to her to hear.

"Cállate." The Catalan hissed, rolling her eyes. They still have their hands intertwined.

Y/N tried to focus on Aitana's hand and look away, avoiding the rival team. Some chats were heard between all of them, until the referee indicates that it was time to go outside. Y/N let out Aitana's hand and walked behind Tere. Once they are in the center of the pitch, they put themselves horizontally, waiting for the anthems to sound.

"You look pale, are you okay?" Alexia asked her while they waited for Ivana to do the captain's things.

Y/N nods, hugging her. "Sip. No need to worry." She lied to her, not wanting to disturb the concentration for her fault.

Alexia looked at her suspiciously, but remained quiet. She patted her shoulder and ran to her position, Y/N following behind, receiving a wink from Aitana since she is to her side.

She finds Ana's gaze again, who is right now in front of her. "Hey, you missed me?" Ana smirked.

It relaxes a little Y/N's nerves. "Right now no. Ask me another day." The blonde snorted by her comment.

They remained quiet and heard the count down, Spain put in movement the ball. Y/N received the ball and she passed it to Irene. The minutes passed and the possession was for Spain, like they always control the ball and Switzerland has two times the chance to score. It was a corner that almost changed the result, coming again from the Swiss part.

"You need to wake up, Y/N!" Aitana ran towards her and tried to make her concentrate. "Forget about your expectations and play. Play like you always do." The Catalan gave some encouragement to her friend.

Alexia keeps an eye near Y/N, wondering why she is playing like that, missing easy passes or distributing the ball wrong.

"You have right, Aiti. Sorry." Y/N nodded, running with more conviction towards her position, waiting for Misa to kick the ball.

The rest of the first half, Y/N changed her style. She passed to play badly to be the one who created more chances to score. They went half time with a draw.

"I don't know what Aitana told you. But keep that way." Alexia walked by her side, bringing her left arm around Y/N's shoulders.

Y/N smiled. "Sorry about the start... My insecurities get in the way." She confesses, blushing a little.

"Well... You changed your mood. If you want to talk about it, let me know." Her friend offered, smiling with affection.

"Vale. Thanks." Y/N said, leaning briefly her head on Alexia's.

They walked towards the changing room, the coach giving some tactics for the second part, letting them five minutes before to go again towards the pitch.

Irene grabbed Y/N's shoulder and stopped her until the defender was alongside and started to walk again.

"I know what happened before. I understand why you acted that way, our coach doesn't give us hope to win. But I'm giving you it." Irene started to say, the height difference is showing a little. The Basque look down to look at Y/N with firmness. "You can do whatever you want with the ball. You have that magic. You can't let ignorant people get to your head. Play like nothing matters, like if you are a little kid again and the time doesn't matter." Y/N bites her bottom lip to hold the tears from the words that her captain gave her. Because yes, she always considers Irene, Alexia and Jenni their captains.

"Thank you." Y/N muttered, nodding with her head.

"Any time." Irene smiled, squeezing her arm.

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The start of the second half was epic for Spain. They scored after five minutes to start it, thanks to Y/N that gave the assist to Salma Paralluelo. People would think that it was for a motivational speech from their coach, but the reality was very far away from that. It is thanks to the players that they scored. A new change came with the words that they exchanged between them.

It was the 70th minute when something changed again. Y/N was acting like a pivot, she is not used to playing in that position, but new changes came in the national team, so she needs to adapt. Well, it was in a counter attack from Spain, Y/N was the last player and she started running upside waiting for Ona to pass the ball to her. Y/N was in the center of the pitch when Ona passed it to her, when she was going to control the ball with her chest, there was a little hole on the pitch that made her lose some balance and make the rival player hit her on the face, with her feet.

Y/N felt and heard the sound the impact made on her left eye. She knew that it wasn't on the eye, but it hurt like it was. She let out a scream, falling to the ground while she covered her face with her hands.

For her teammates, it happened in slow motion. They saw how it was clearly on the eye, making them run towards her and towards the rival player, screaming.

Ana runs quickly to put herself in the middle. "Hey! She didn't do that on purpose." She tried to explain at them to understand, holding Alexia and Aitana. The blonde looked briefly to her friend, seeing how affected she is.

"I don't care!" Aitana roared. She was the first one to go to where Y/N was laying, pushing Lia aside aggressively when the Swiss tried to see how Y/N is.

Alexia was biting her lip so hard to retain what she was thinking that surely soon she made a cut. So she decided to go where Y/N is laying surrounded by her teammates.

Lia saw how the medic team from Spain came quickly and moved out all the players, seeing how they reincorporated Y/N up. A lot of blood was covered on her face.

"It's not her eye." Ana told her, letting out a relief sigh. She heard the medics saying to Spain's players that it wasn't her eye.

Lia thanked whatever it is to hear that. The brunette raised her hands towards her face and let tears roll for her cheeks, feeling really bad for her actions. Ana noticed how quiet her friend was and saw how she covered her face with her hands.

"It's not your fault, Lia. It's a bad coincidence." She muttered, hugging her by her shoulders, kissing her head.

"If something more happened I would never forgive myself, Ana." Lia muttered.

Ana sighed again. "But that thing didn't happen. So, please stop overthinking." She saw how Y/N stood up, holding with a hand whatever the medics gave her. The public started to clap, making Lia look at what happened and standing up she too, tried to go where Y/N is, but Ana grabbed her wrist, shaking with her head.

"Are you okay?" Aitana asked once she stood up, wiping something on Y/N's face with affection.

"It hurts, but I'm okay." Y/N said in a hoarse voice.

"I'm going to kill her." Aitana muttered by her side.

Y/N snorted. "Shut up. Me and you know that it wasn't true. Also, it is not her fault. There is a hole here." She pointed at the spot where it was, seeing how Aitana clenched her jaw.

The others approached her, relieved sighs and heard that it wasn't a big injury. Y/N walked slowly out of the pitch, until she saw the referee going to the player who made this to her and showed a red card, earning claps from the public and some of her teammates.

The medic team took her towards the tunnel, Y/N keeping an eye on the player that was walking behind them. The Swiss received some support from the staff team and teammates before the brunette walked towards inside.

"Hey." Y/N stopped walking, turning to look at the brunette player.

Lia stopped too, caught with the guard off. "Hey..."

Y/N smiled, grimacing a little when she felt the skin tense. "Do you want to accompany me? I pass it badly with this type of thing."

Lia nodded slowly, seeing the confusion on the medics faces. Y/N extended her hand with a smile, the Swiss took it and let it guide herself by the other three people. They approached Spain's changing room and Lia let the medics do their thing. She walked where Y/N was laying and held her hand, squeezing it when saw how scared Y/N looked.

"I don't like needles." Y/N let the other know, knowing how scared her face turned on.

Lia still didn't speak, she just squeezed her hand, caressing her palm with her thumb too. She saw how her left eyebrow was inflamed when they took off the ice pack, her eyes fully close and a bruise starting to form. The Swiss swallow, already feeling more guilty when she sees the state she lets her rival.

While the medics stitched her left eyebrow, at some point happy screams were heard, letting them know that someone scored. Right now it was the last thing that Lia cares about.

"Vale. He terminado." One of them said, cutting off the thread while the other put on a bandage.

Y/N sat up while talking about some things with them, clearly Lia can't understand it because it is in their language. They give her a water bottle, offering too one to Lia before they get out of the big room, letting the two alone.

"Sorry about Aitana's behaviour. She is very protective of me." Y/N muttered, giving her a lipped smile.

Lia copied her. "I understand. I should probably do the same thing." Lia talked for the first time.

Y/N liked her voice. "Your face sounds to me..." The Spanish player said, her eyebrows knitting, once again forgetting about her new injury and hissing from pain.

The Swiss thought that she looked adorable. "I'm Lia. I play for Arsenal, we face each other two seasons ago." She explained, caressing mindlessly Y/N's hand.

Soon, Y/N's eyes brighten. "You are Ana's friend! She told me stories about you two."

Lia blushes. "I guess it is me."

"What are you doing here?" Someone else came, interrupting their conversation.

The brunette lets Y/N's hand fall and stand up, ready to go.

"Shut up, Aitana. She is here because I asked her if she can accompany me while they stitch my eyebrow." Y/N said, standing up too.

The Catalan looked at Lia suspiciously, but remained quiet. Soon, another one came, making Aitana walk to where they are standing.

Alexia frowned. "¿Qué hace ella aquí?" She asked in Spanish. She knew it was rude, but wanted an answer without the Swiss finding out.

"Y/N tiene un crush." Aitana stated, her jaw clenching. Y/N blushed, hitting Aitana's arm. She hoped that Lia didn't understand but her name and crush is enough.

The brunette blushed too, maybe she didn't fully understand what the Catalan said, but something she caught.

Alexia leaned her head aside, walking to where they are. She extended her hand towards Lia, the Swiss accepting it shyly. "Next time be more careful, please." The midfielder said kindly, but with a firm tone, just like her gaze.

"Alexia!" Y/N whined. The mentioned shakes Lia's hand softly and hugged Y/N carefully, giving Aitana a smug smirk.

"I don't find it funny." Aitana growled, annoyed. She was standing beside Y/N, with her arms crossed about her chest. Alexia rolled her eyes, in part understanding her, but the other she just wanted to hit her.

More of them came to see how Y/N is, frowning and giving some dirty looks at Lia.

"Irene, Jenni! Let her alone, I ask her to be with me." Y/N grabbed Lia's hand when saw how the tall women walked towards the brunette with decision. She put herself between Lia and the two women.

Jenni looked at Alexia, who was there before them and wanted an explanation.

"Se nos ha enamorado." Alexia answered, shrugging with a playful smile.

Y/N turned towards her quickly, giving with an eye a bad look, while her cheeks turned red. It makes Alexia laugh.

Irene raised an eyebrow, looking at the Swiss inquisitive. "You are Ana's Lia." She pointed out, crossing her arms. She wanted to intimidate the woman, she heard too about Ana's stories and if the blonde was right, Lia can have all the approbation from the team. Barcelona team unless.

Lia swallows, nodding. In other circumstances, she doesn't get so intimidated by someone easily, but she kicked in the face of one of Ana's friends and she looked intimidating.

"Uh? Our Ana?" Jenni asked loudly, looking for Irene to confirm it. The defender nodded. "Es guapa." Jenni winked to Y/N, earning some protest from Aitana and others and the laugh from Alexia, who was finding it funny.

"Dejadla en paz." Y/N hissed, blushing more. She tried to move with Lia to the exit, but it was impossible.

"Lia? What are you doing here?" Ana asked, confused, entering inside and walking towards all of them. She raised an eyebrow when saw Y/N and Lia holding hands. "¿Qué me he perdido?" She inquired towards her teammates.

Y/N roll her eye. "Nada." She said quickly, letting out Lia's hand, even if she soon missed her contact.

Ana looked at her, a loving smile creeping on her face. "You are good. Nothing happened to your eye?" She asked, putting both hands on Y/N's cheeks, examining her close eye, seeing a purple bruise forming around it.

"Just stitches to my eyebrow." Y/N muttered, crossing her arms like a child. The blonde Swiss chuckled and kissed her forehead carefully.

"Le gusta tu amiga." Jenni hummed, making Y/N choke with her saliva. Ana turned to look at Jenni and then at Y/N, raising once again an eyebrow. She is still holding her face with her hands.

Some chuckled was heard around them, Lia a little confused but guessing that they are making fun of Y/N, for her reaction.

Y/N moves out from Ana's hold and walks to her cubby, throwing her empty bottle at Jenni. The forward grabs it easily, laughing.

"Lia?" Ona called her. The Swiss looked at the defender, who approached her and whispered. "They are making fun of her because they think that she has a crush on you." She felt bad for Y/N and wanted to help in a way, and if Lia can help you, it was okay by her.

Ana heard what the freckled girl said and smiled. Lia opened her eyes, surprised. Not waiting for it at all. Then, she walked slowly towards Y/N, not caring anymore what they could say.

"You know...? I heard some stories about you that Ana shared with me. From her perspective you look funny and adorable. I don't know... But, do you want to take some coffee later? Maybe we can share some embarrassing stories about Ana." She said, a kind smile on her lips.

Y/N looked at her, a little in awe. "I love to. I have a lot." She muttered, agreeing with the proposal.

Lia chuckled. "Good. I have a lot too." The Swiss said, grabbing Y/N's phone from her hands and writing her number phone on it. "Here you go. I texted myself to have your number, I hope you don't mind."

Ana looked offended. "I'm going to be the topic on their first date? I mean, if it was for another thing okay, but not for embarrassing stories." She muttered, making her teammates laugh.

"Look it for the good part, you create a new couple." Jenni said, laughing.

"I still don't agree with it." Aitana said stubbornly.

#woso x reader #woso #woso imagine #lia wälti #lia wälti x reader #lia walti #lia wälti imagine

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queen-of-reptiles · 11 months ago

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description: In which chloe kelly's girlfriend is giving all she's got at the world championships of Athletics 2023 - especially after being so close to gold last year

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disclaimer: this is all fiction! Do not take any of this seriously, i am in no way saying chloe is bi-sexual or gay!

warnings: language, cuteness, slightly suggestive

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y/n let out a sigh as she stared down the ramp, her lover was watching her with quiet breaths, barely feet apart as the rest of her friends and teammates quietened.

The stadium was silent for a moment, before y/n's hand's clapped, the audience copied and she did it again, and the stadium now boomed with rhythmic claps.

y/n's feet took off, her legs pounding against the track. She was 5ft 9, short for a long jumper, but she was quick, and light and as y/n's foot hit the board, she flung herself forward.

Her legs piked as she pushed her hips forward her body travelling as she was pushed down by gravity, landing on the sand below. She jolted as she landed but instantly stood up and rolled off.

She looked at the measurement, waiting for the green light of valid to appear, which it did. y/n shouted in happiness looking over to her coach who nodded as she moved over to wait for the measurement.

"7.17." The voice called.

y/n screamed in relief, hands flying to her head as she realises the record she had broken in her first jump, the British record. Her competitors all paled at the large first jump but patted her on the back none-the-less.

"Go on kid." The accent of Tara said as she patted the girl on the back and y/n grinned at her. "Got sick of coming second aye?" The American joked and y/n laughed.

y/n moved to the crowd, leaning into her lover who lent over the barrier and whispered words of calming encouragement in her ear as the rest queued up to jump.

Pats on y/n's back from Lauren, Georgia, Leah, and Keira echoed as she and Chloe pulled away. The blonde pressing a kiss to her lover's cheek.

"Jump harder." Lucy said as she and her close friend did their usual handshake.

"Always." y/n grinned as she went to take her seat and prepare for her second jump.

y/n's second jump was 7.15, her third, 7.16. None as good as her first and yet somehow, all still winning jumps. Tara and Ivana followed her into the top three, and at their last jump, the three were proud of what had been done.

SB and PB's had been set and Ivana was at 7.14 and massive jump for the young girl. y/n had to push, use up all she had. She started the clap once more.

She waited, then she threw her arms down, silence echoing the stadium as she then raced down the track, the sound of her foot hitting the board echoed and she leaped.

y/n hit the ground hard and rolled, her hips groaning as she covered herself in the sand, hoping praying as the green light lit up and she gingerly stumbled off the sand.

"7.30." The call ran out.

y/n's head snapped back, her body buckling as she tried to comprehend what had just happened. Screams echoed as Tara groaned aloud, knowing she nor Ivana were going to beat that.

Chloe screamed for her lover as y/n grinned at the crowd, shouting in what she knew was a sure victory. And after Tara had jumped and her gold was confirmed, y/n screamed once more.

The gold which had avoided her so long, which had always slipped from her grasp from a last ditch effort or harsh injury, finally she had it, she had the title which had evaded her. World Champion.

Chloe jumped the barrier, y/n grinning as she caught the blonde who wrapped her legs around her waist. y/n grinned up at her before the blonde lent down and pecked her lips.

"Proud of you." Chloe mumbled into her shoulder as y/n walked her back to the stands, her hands firmly on Chloe's thighs keeping the blonde wrapped in her.

"Couldn't have done it without you lovely." y/n promised her as she placed her back over the barrier. They pulled away and Chloe suddenly groaned.

"I'm covered in sand!" She protests and y/n chuckles as the blonde tries to shake it off, and shake it at a laughing Bunny who shrieks and scrambles away

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carlos referring to him as “lando” instead of “norris” in the car during a race always makes me get butterflies and i’m not exactly sure why

#f1 #japanese grand prix #carlando #carlos sainz jr #ivana’s comments

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They both give me major switch energy. Like I'm fully with you that some days Lacy needs Eddie to dom it up and throw her around a bit, maybe throw in a little spanking because idk that shit's a big stress reliever for me ngl BUT ALSO

Lacy spanking Eddie?? hoooooboy the thoughts i am thinking right now hehe

i let this sit in my inbox for a couple of days because i absolutely needed to let it percolate because. because. because.

BECAUSE!

please enjoy 1.5k unedited words of spanky edlacy smut.

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he's been getting on her nerves all day, let's say that much. corroded coffin have managed, by some small miracle, to score an audition for some battle of the bands thing that lacy is refraining to comment on.

it's not that she doesn't think they'll crush. if it's a competition where noise is the driving factor, of course they will. they'll blow everyone's eardrums out of their skulls.

it's that lacy's neutrality is enough to keep eddie so on edge that he'll have to outperform himself, out of sheer spite. this is how this works. she knows where to push and where to soothe.

what she didn't anticipate is just how goddamn annoying he would be in the run-up, anxious tension getting the better of him and making him boisterous in a way she's finding hard to find charming.

he's been a pest at the bookstore all day, but it's when he purposely de-alphabetizes her bestsellers in order to bait her that...

well, that works.

"jesus christ! alright, fuck this, i'm taking my break. you can explain the mess you just made to ivana when she gets back."

lacy grabs her copy of baby driver by jan kerouac and disappears to the back--the mention of ivana puts eddie hot on her heels. that old bitch makes his blood run cold and she knows it.

"wait, baby--"

"get out of here, this is staff only."

"--please, i'm sorry! i was just dickin' around!"

she pivots on him as they cross the threshold of the break room. dinky, dingy, green-tinged light. misery guts bomb shelter basement shit, one of the only places on the planet that lacy feels completely at peace. you get the idea.

"dicking around?" she says, met with his mocking puppy-dog eyed dimpled half frown, the asshole, the fucking asshole.

"lace. come on. no need to pull priss rank on me," and he leans in, but she dodges around him.

"you wanna dick around?"

eddie's head tilts as she reaches around, twisting the lock on the door behind them. there's a lock on the break room door because the fridge in the break room isn't a fridge, it's a safe and-- you know what, let's get into the machinations of the bookstore at another time.

eddie's lips puff out in a little, "whuh--" as lacy steps up on him. her voice, dropping low, for only the two of them to hear.

"dicking around has consequences, you know."

eddie just blinks his big dark eyes at her. amusement tugs at the corners of his mouth in a way she's just dying to wipe off.

"do you hear me?"

"... yeah?"

"what did i say?"

"dickin' around has consequences."

"uh-huh."

he tuts, eyes rolling and arms crossing at her little tough guy act. he hunches himself down to her level, which she haaaates. "jeez, what are you gonna do, lace? punish m--"

smack! the hardcover of her book meets with his clothed thigh and he jumps. eddie's mouth pops open, a chuckle of disbelief filtering through.

"ow."

lacy lets it hang. lets him register the way she's staring up at him, the way she seems to be seizing the air from the room.

something throbs in eddie's brow. something throbs in eddie's belly.

"ow," he repeats, softer, a hairline crack running through his voice.

"that's nothing," lacy says, "you deserve a lot worse."

"i do?" the words come out wanting.

she nods all slow and his heartrate picks up. he swallows hard, about to speak through a throat that's suddenly incredibly parched--

but lacy turns him around, his body limp and malleable in her hands. eddie faces the dinky formica table, not unlike the kitchen table in both of their trailers. familiar. featured in many of his lacy-related fantasies. but none of them like this.

she shoves him square in the center of the spine and eddie folds in half over the tabletop. it shakes on its spindly chrome legs, squeaking against old linoleum.

his palms brace the surface, his hips curl a touch. he breathes out a little, "uh."

uh for unexpected. uh for the way his brain is fizzing into static between his ears already.

"lights, baby?" he hears lacy breathe from behind him. she's got him.

of course. green. yellow. red. even if eddie had scoffed at safe words once upon a time. but lacy, the more experienced of the two of them, had insisted--she wanted transparency. when they tried things.

'no more hiding behind what we think people want from us. right?'

"right," he nods, noticing a tremble in his forearms. a curiosity pulling deep from his abdomen. "... green."

"oh." eddie's breath catches as he feels the flat of one palm curving over his ass. "so now you wanna pretend like you're good, hm?"

smack! eddie jerks as the hardcover of her book makes contact with his rear. a little groan leaving him. his jeans tightening, and not just from the angle.

with two fingers, lacy taps at the base of his spine. the book in her hand still rests against him--does she feel him lean into it?

"green, green-- i'm good," eddie says and expels another breathy hahh! as the book comes down against him again.

"the fuck you are. behaving the way you do."

eddie's face devolves into an open-mouthed grin, near drooling, as he grips onto the table. the only sounds, for a while, are the sharp snaps of her hands or her book against his ass and his high, appreciative groans.

he wants so badly to look over his shoulder, see her standing over him with that hard line circling her irises and her lips pouted from frustration and exertion. but when he tries, she snaps, "no. you haven't earned that yet."

fuck. fuck. fuck, this is good, why is this good? he is such a filthy freak for wanting this, for loving this, for feeling these pangs of pleasure race through him as he tries not to arch his ass in the air for her.

eddie nearly loses it when he feels lacy's knee separate his legs a little more, the firmness of her thigh coming into contact with his taint and balls, trapped in the constraints of his jeans.

she takes her sweet time reaching around and unbuckling him--it's all he can do not to try and buck into her hand, but it seems an untoward move like that would piss her off, make her stop. and she can't stop. he needs her to keep going.

"finally got a hold of yourself?"

not for long. lacy shoves eddie's jeans and underwear down his thighs and he yelps at the sensation of his cock hitting against the cool chrome trim of the table.

"christ, please, lace--" he whimpers, cheek pressing against the tabletop. he can barely tell if it's him manipulating his hips or her; her hands have melded into his skin, groping the plumpish flesh of his ass like she wants to devour it.

eddie has a thought he's never had before, at least not localized in that area.

i want her mouth.

it doesn't disappear completely when her hand makes a mark against his bared skin, but it fizzes out some. once, twice, thrice, each snap stinging more than the last. eddie can feel the singing outline of lacy's palm on his ass cheek and his mouth attempts a laugh--lands somewhere halfway between that and a moan.

"that's more like it. good boy."

because lacy's hitched her leg over his rear now. he can feel the silky scratch of her tights and the heat of her crotch sitting on him. he throbs, listening to her chastened moan as she grinds down against him. lacy's fingers web into his hair and she hauls his neck up. her other hand reaches to ghost along the swell of his balls. his hot, hardened cock in her grip.

a broken sound of pitiful wanting echoes out of eddie's glistening lips, drool catching in the corners.

yet he still manages to gather himself enough to attempt a grin, because he can see her now. flushed. pupils obliterated. speeding off how fucking hot this is.

god, he loves her.

"ambidextrous?" he breathes, canines showing.

lacy's hand slips around to his throat. a little squeeze. "shut up," but the way she says it feels like a kiss.

eddie's face hits the formica again, the only appropriate response to the way she's handling his cock from behind. that yanking thread of desire is pulled so taut in lacy's hands.

"fuck lace, i need y--i need you to fuck me. i need you, i need you, i need y--... hah-uh, jesus christ--..."

her trigger finger rubs his sputtering head.

"you're doing so well for me, though... all pink-cheeked and pretty for me, huh?"

her other hand smooths over the smarting, reddening, tender skin on his ass.

"such a darling boy."

eddie's knees buckle as he cums in long, violent, messy ropes that splatter against the break room linoleum.

lacy holds him up, keeps him steady. pets his hair until he's ready.

"but i can't fuck you 'til you nail that audition," she whispers. "you're late for practice."

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Destinée ensorcelée

Résumé : Ivana, la fille aînée de Wanda, perd mystérieusement ses pouvoirs, ce qui la plonge dans une grande détresse. Ne sachant pas comment récupérer ses capacités, elle se tourne vers Agatha, une sorcière expérimentée, pour obtenir de l'aide. Ensemble, elles élaborent un plan pour ouvrir la route des sorcières, espérant que cela les mènera à une solution.

Pour renforcer leur magie, elles décident de réunir un sabbat, une cérémonie qui pourrait leur donner accès à des forces occultes puissantes. Cependant, alors qu'elles se préparent, des complications surviennent. Des forces obscures semblent contrecarrer leurs efforts, et des tensions émergent entre les participantes. Ivana et Agatha doivent naviguer à travers ces obstacles tout en découvrant des vérités cachées sur leurs propres pouvoirs et sur la nature de la magie. Cette quête les amène à remettre en question leurs croyances et à affronter des dangers inattendus, transformant leur aventure en un véritable test de courage et de détermination et d'amour.

Chapitre 1 : L’éveil d’une sorcière

Ivana Maximoff se trouvait au cœur d'une forêt dense, enveloppée par une brume légère qui flottait au ras du sol. Les arbres, aux troncs massifs et tortueux, semblaient murmurer des secrets anciens, leurs feuilles bruissant doucement dans le vent. La lumière de la lune filtrait à travers les branches, projetant des ombres dansantes qui ajoutaient une atmosphère mystérieuse à cet endroit.

Ivana sentait une présence, quelque chose de sombre et de malveillant qui rôdait autour d'elle. Les démons, aux traits grotesques et aux yeux luisants, émergeaient des ombres, leurs rires résonnant comme des échos sinistres. Ils se déplaçaient avec agilité, leurs corps se contorsionnant de manière surnaturelle, créant un spectacle à la fois fascinant et terrifiant.

Ivana, bien que pétrifiée, ressentait également une étrange curiosité. Elle pouvait entendre leurs chuchotements, des promesses de pouvoir et de connaissance, mais aussi des avertissements de danger. Chaque pas qu'elle faisait dans cette forêt semblait l'attirer plus profondément dans un monde où la réalité et le cauchemar se mêlaient.

Les couleurs autour d'elle étaient saturées, presque irréelles, avec des teintes de violet et de vert qui illuminaient la scène, créant une ambiance à la fois envoûtante et inquiétante. Ivana se tenait là, au milieu de ce chaos, son cœur battant à tout rompre, se demandant si elle pourrait échapper à cette danse macabre.

Ces silhouettes indistinctes semblent se rapprocher, glissant silencieusement sur le sol, créant une atmosphère de tension palpable.

Ivana, ressentant une présence menaçante, se réveille en sursaut. Son cœur bat la chamade dans sa poitrine, et un cri perçant échappe de ses lèvres, brisant le silence de la nuit. Elle se redresse, les yeux écarquillés, cherchant désespérément à comprendre ce qui se passe. La lumière de la lune filtre à travers la fenêtre, projetant des ombres inquiétantes sur les murs, mais il n'y a personne d'autre dans la pièce.

En reprenant lentement ses esprits, Ivana réalise qu'elle vient de faire un cauchemar. Elle se frotte les yeux, essayant de chasser les images terrifiantes de son esprit. Elle se demande ce qui lui est arrivé durant cette nuit désastreuse. Pourquoi ces ombres l’ont-elles hantée ? Quel message caché se cache derrière ce rêve troublant ? Elle se sent perdue, comme si une partie d'elle-même avait été touchée par une peur inexplicable.

Les questions tourbillonnent dans son esprit, et elle se demande si ce cauchemar est le reflet de ses angoisses profondes ou d'une menace qui rôde dans sa vie éveillée. La nuit, autrefois paisible, semble désormais pleine de mystères et d'inquiétudes, laissant Ivana dans un état de confusion et de vulnérabilité.

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Ivana était assise sur son lit, les draps froissés autour d'elle, témoins de son agitation nocturne. Son cœur battait encore la chamade, résonnant dans sa poitrine comme un tambour de guerre. Elle fixait le mur en face d'elle, mais son esprit était perdu dans un tourbillon de pensées confuses. Les images de ce qu'elle venait de vivre se bousculaient dans sa tête, si réelles qu'elle avait du mal à croire qu'il ne s'agissait que d'un rêve.

Elle passa une main dans ses cheveux en désordre, soupirant profondément. Les souvenirs de cette expérience troublante l'assaillaient, la laissant dans un état de confusion totale. Elle se leva lentement, ses jambes encore un peu faibles, et se dirigea vers la salle de bain.

Le carrelage frais sous ses pieds la ramena à la réalité, mais l'angoisse persistait. Elle ouvrit la porte de la douche, ajusta la température de l'eau jusqu'à ce qu'elle soit chaude, presque brûlante, espérant que la chaleur apaiserait son esprit tourmenté. Alors qu'elle se tenait sous le jet d'eau, elle ferma les yeux, laissant les gouttes glisser sur son visage.

L'eau s'écoulait, emportant avec elle les résidus de ses pensées sombres. Elle se frotta les bras, comme si elle pouvait laver ses angoisses. Mais même sous le doux murmure de l'eau, les échos de son expérience la suivaient, la rendant incapable de se libérer de ce poids qui l'oppressait.

Ivana sortit de la douche, l'eau encore gouttant le long de sa peau. Elle avait enveloppé son corps dans une serviette moelleuse, l'odeur de son gel douche préféré flottant autour d'elle. Les gouttes d'eau glissaient sur ses bras, et elle se sentait rafraîchie, prête à affronter la journée. En entrant dans la cuisine, la lumière du matin filtrait à travers les volets, illuminant les surfaces en bois et créant une ambiance chaleureuse.

Elle se dirigea vers le réfrigérateur, son esprit encore embrumé par la chaleur de la douche. Elle ouvrit la porte, cherchant quelque chose à manger, quand soudain, un frisson d'inquiétude la traversa. Elle tenta de faire léviter une pomme, comme elle le faisait si souvent, mais rien ne se produisit. Ses mains, qui d'habitude émettaient une douce lueur, restaient désespérément normales.

Ivana plissa les yeux, se concentrant, mais aucun éclat magique ne se manifesta. Elle se mit à trembler, la serviette glissant légèrement sur ses épaules. "Non, pas maintenant," pensa-t-elle, sa voix intérieure teintée d'angoisse. Elle ferma les yeux, cherchant à ressentir cette énergie familière, mais elle était introuvable, comme un rêve qui s'estompe au réveil.

Les souvenirs de ses pouvoirs affluèrent dans son esprit : les moments où elle avait manipulé les objets avec aisance, où elle avait ressenti la magie pulser en elle. Tout cela semblait désormais hors de portée. Elle se retourna brusquement, ses yeux se posant sur le miroir de la cuisine. Elle y vit son reflet, une expression de confusion et de peur marquant son visage.

Ivana se mit à marcher nerveusement dans la pièce, le bruit de ses pieds nus sur le carrelage résonnant dans le silence. "Pourquoi cela m'arrive-t-il ? Qu'est-ce qui a changé ?" se demanda-t-elle, la panique commençant à s'installer dans son ventre. Elle se rappela des avertissements qu'elle avait reçus, des signes qu'elle avait ignorés.

Avec un soupir lourd, elle s'appuya contre le plan de travail, le cœur battant. "Il doit y avoir une explication," murmura-t-elle, la détermination commençant à remplacer la peur. Elle savait qu'elle devait trouver un moyen de comprendre ce qui lui arrivait, même si cela signifiait affronter des vérités difficiles.

Ivana se redressa, prenant une profonde inspiration, prête à se battre pour retrouver ce qu'elle avait perdu, même dans cette cuisine qui lui semblait désormais si ordinaire.

Ivana savait que la seule personne qui pourrait l’aider à retrouver ses pouvoirs était Agatha Harkness, mais demander de l’aide à cette femme était du suicide. Pourtant, la détermination brûlait en elle, et elle avait décidé d’y aller quand même.

Elle se dirigea vers sa voiture, une berline noire qui semblait presque impatiente de partir. Les phares s’allumèrent dans un vrombissement familier alors qu’elle s’installait au volant. "Allez, un dernier coup," murmura-t-elle pour se donner du courage, avant de démarrer en trombe en direction de Westview.

La route défilait à toute vitesse, le paysage flou derrière elle. Ivana se sentait à la fois excitée et nerveuse. Cependant, la vitesse était trop élevée, et bientôt, elle aperçut les girophare de police dans son rétroviseur. Son cœur s’emballa. "Non, pas maintenant," se dit-elle, mais il était trop tard. Elle se gara sur le bas-côté, la peur nouant son ventre.

Alors qu'elle attendait, Ivana pouvait sentir l'adrénaline pulser dans ses veines. La silhouette d'Agatha se dessina dans le rétroviseur. Elle s'approcha, un sourire mystérieux sur le visage.

Ivana, choquée, n'arrivait pas à croire qu'Agatha était là, en uniforme. "Agatha ? Qu'est-ce que tu fais ici ?" demanda-t-elle, la surprise se mêlant à l'inquiétude.

Agatha se pencha légèrement, son expression sérieuse. "C'est détective O'Connor. Je ne connais pas d’Agatha désolé.," annonça-t-elle d'une voix suave, ses yeux pétillant de malice.

Après un rapide contrôle, Ivana continua son chemin en voiture, les pneus crissant sur l'asphalte. Le paysage défilait à toute vitesse, les arbres se transformant en flous vert et marron, tandis que son esprit était envahi par des souvenirs de son enfance. Elle savait qu’Agatha était touchée par le sort de la sorcière rouge, et cette pensée la hantait, mais elle était déterminée à retrouver une solution.

En arrivant devant son ancienne maison, Ivana ressentit un mélange de nostalgie et d'appréhension. La maison, bien que familière, semblait avoir perdu de sa splendeur. La peinture s'écaillait, et des herbes folles poussaient entre les dalles du chemin. Elle se gara rapidement et sortit de la voiture, le cœur battant à tout rompre.

En entrant, l'odeur de poussière et de vieux souvenirs l'accueillit. Les murs étaient ornés de photos jaunies, capturant des moments heureux d'une époque révolue. Ivana ferma les yeux un instant, se remémorant les rires et les jeux d'enfance. Mais elle n'avait pas le temps de s'attarder. Elle devait fouiller de fond en comble pour retrouver une solution afin de rompre le sort de sa mère.

Elle commença par la cuisine, ouvrant les tiroirs avec frénésie. Des ustensiles oubliés et des recettes jaunies l'entouraient. Rien d'utile. Elle se dirigea ensuite vers le salon, où le vieux canapé était recouvert d'une couche de poussière. Ivana souleva les coussins, espérant y trouver quelque chose de précieux. Elle trouva seulement des pièces de monnaie et des bonbons durs, oubliés depuis longtemps.

Frustrée, elle monta à l'étage, où se trouvait sa chambre d'enfance. La porte grinça en s'ouvrant, et elle entra dans la pièce. Tout semblait figé dans le temps. Les murs étaient recouverts de posters de ses idoles, et son bureau était encore chargée de livres et de cahiers. Elle fouilla chaque tiroir, chaque recoin, sa détermination grandissant avec chaque minute qui passait.

Finalement, dans un vieux livre de contes qu'elle avait laissé là, Ivana découvrit une page pliée. En l'ouvrant, elle tomba sur une formule ancienne, une incantation oubliée qui pourrait peut-être l'aider à rompre le sort. Son cœur s'emballa d'espoir. C'était peut-être la clé pour sauver sa mère et briser l'emprise d'Agatha.

Avec cette découverte, Ivana savait qu'elle avait fait un pas décisif. Elle devait maintenant retourner à Westview, prête à affronter Agatha et à utiliser tout ce qu'elle avait appris pour défendre ceux qu'elle aimait.

Ivana se tenait devant la porte d'Agatha, le cœur battant la chamade. Elle avait enfin trouvé ce qu'elle cherchait, et maintenant, il était temps d'agir. Elle leva la main et sonna à la porte, le son résonnant dans le silence du quartier. Après quelques instants, la porte s'ouvrit lentement, révélant Agatha, les yeux écarquillés par la surprise.

« Qu'est-ce que tu fais ici ? » demanda Agatha, fronçant les sourcils, visiblement perplexe. Sa voix trahissait une inquiétude mêlée de curiosité.

Ivana, sans perdre une seconde, poussa doucement Agatha sur le côté pour entrer dans la maison. L'air était chargé d'une tension palpable. Elle se retourna alors pour faire face à Agatha, ses yeux brillants d'une détermination ardente.

« Écoute, j'ai pas le temps pour tout expliquer, » déclara Ivana d'une voix ferme, presque impatiente. « Il faut que tu m'écoutes et que tu me crois. »

Agatha, encore sous le choc, ne savait pas quoi répondre. Elle croisa les bras, la méfiance se lisant sur son visage. « Attends une minute, je ne te connais . Tu ne peux pas juste entrer chez moi comme ça et... »

« Oh c’est pas vrais j’avais oublier comment Agnes était pipelette» coupa Ivana, sa voix s'élevant légèrement.

Ivana, les yeux fixés sur Agatha, ressentait une vague d'émotions l'envahir. Elle savait que même si ses pouvoirs avaient disparu, la magie analogique pouvait encore opérer des miracles. Elle inspira profondément et murmura le sort, sa voix à peine audible, comme un souffle porté par le vent.

« Libère-toi, Agatha... » chuchota-t-elle, chaque mot chargé d'intention.

À cet instant, Agatha sentit une chaleur douce l'envelopper, comme si une lumière intérieure s'éveillait en elle. Elle plongea son regard dans celui d'Ivana, et un flot de souvenirs afflua. Chaque moment partagé lui revenait en mémoire, vibrant d'une tendresse oubliée.

Agatha, touchée par cette connexion, réalisa à quel point Ivana avait changé. La petite fille qu'elle avait connue était devenue une sublime jeune femme, pleine de force et de détermination. Ses traits étaient marqués par la maturité, mais une lueur d'innocence persistait dans son regard.

« Mini Maximoff, » murmura Agatha, penchant la tête sur le côté, un sourire ému se dessinant sur ses lèvres. « Je suis surprise de te voir ici. »

Ivana, un léger sourire aux lèvres, sentit une chaleur envahir son cœur. « Je sais que c'est inattendu, mais j'avais besoin de toi, Agatha. »

Agatha hocha la tête, la surprise laissant place à une compréhension profonde. « Je vois. Tu as beaucoup grandi, ma chère. Mais dis-moi, que veux tu ? »

Ivana, le regard déterminé, se tourna vers Agatha, son cœur battant avec une impatience palpable. « Je veux rejoindre la route des sorcières, » annonça-t-elle, sa voix pleine de conviction.

Agatha plissa les yeux, un sourire ironique aux lèvres. « La route n'existe pas, Ivana. C'est une légende, une illusion. »

Ivana, frustrée, secoua la tête. « Ne sois pas une menteuse, Agatha ! Je sais que ça existe. »

Agatha s'approcha d'elle, son regard perçant comme une flèche. Avec douceur, elle déplaça une mèche de cheveux d'Ivana derrière son oreille, créant un moment d'intimité.

« Écoute-moi, » murmura-t-elle. « La route va te tuer. »

Ivana, choquée, observa Agatha s'éloigner, se sentant à la fois trahie et confuse. « Mais tu ne t'es pas fait tuer, toi ! » lança-t-elle, tentant de garder sa voix ferme.

Agatha se retourna, un air de défi dans ses yeux. « Moi, je suis exceptionnelle. » Elle laissa échapper un léger rire, comme si la question ne méritait même pas d'être débattue.

Ivana, ne se laissant pas abattre, croisa les bras, son regard défiant. « Je vais aller sur la route, avec ou sans toi. »

Agatha éclata de rire, amusée par la détermination d'Ivana. « Et qu'est-ce que tu veux vraiment de cette route ? »

« Retrouver mes pouvoirs, » répondit Ivana, sa voix empreinte de passion.

Agatha, sérieuse à présent, hocha la tête. « Pour ça, il te faudra un sabbat. »

Ivana, intriguée, se pencha en avant, désireuse d'en savoir plus.

« Un sabbat ? Qu'est-ce que tu veux dire par là ? »

Agatha, avec un air mystérieux, se contenta de sourire. « Tu as encore beaucoup à apprendre, ma chère. »

Agatha se leva, déterminée, et se dirigea vers le porte-manteau. Elle attrapa sa veste en cuir noir, la passant rapidement sur ses épaules, avant de chausser ses bottines à talons. Le bruit des fermetures éclair et le claquement des semelles résonnaient dans l'air, créant une ambiance de tension palpable.

Elle se retourna alors vers Ivana, qui était toujours figée, son regard perdu dans le vide. Agatha plissa les yeux, un sourire amusé sur le visage. « Aller, c’est pas en restant figée comme ça qu’on va trouver un sabbat, » lança-t-elle avec une pointe d'ironie dans la voix.

Ivana, surprise par l'énergie d'Agatha, sentit son cœur s'accélérer. Elle voulu répondre, mais les mots restèrent coincés dans sa gorge. Agatha, ne laissant pas le temps à Ivana de réagir, tourna les talons et s'apprêta à quitter la pièce.

« Je regrette immédiatement cette décision, » murmura Ivana, presque inaudible, alors qu'une vague de doute l'envahissait.

Elle soupira, se sentant tiraillée entre son envie de rester et celle de suivre Agatha.Après un moment d'hésitation, elle prit une profonde inspiration et se décida à la suivre. « Comment les choses vont-elles se passer ? » se demanda-t-elle, angoissée mais excitée à l'idée de l'inconnu qui l'attendait. Elle rattrapa Agatha, se préparant à plonger dans cette aventure qui pourrait changer leur destin à toutes les deux.

#agatha all along #lilia calderu x reader #agatha harkness x reader

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