#lucia stay with me

[loveisjustawaytodieblog]

Lucia

Nun dà retta ‘a furtuna

Si staje sempe ‘ncazzata

e n’saje manco pecché tu te miett’ a’ppaura

Arò vaje?

Stay with me

Tiene ‘a voce ca me fa ‘mpazzì

All alone

Stay with me

Cu ‘sta voce ca me faje murì

[too-young-to-fall-in-love]

Lay it Down

[blackhawkcomics]

M!A: you have the uncontrollable desire to find your soulmate for 12 hours

Pick up pick up pick up, Julie silently pleaded. She didn't have to wait long. The first ring had barely faded before she heard the click and Lucia's voice at the other end.

"Hey, perfect timing; I was about to call you."

Her laugh bubbled across the line to lift some unknowable weight from Julie's chest. For as long as she could remember, Lucia's laughter had always been infectious, but the fluttery feeling it planted inside her... That was new. Since the Blip, that was new.

Juliette Rodriguez, you pull yourself together, she scolded herself.

"I'm already on my way," Lucia said.

"Are you sure you didn't acquire an X-gene while I was gone?" Julie laughed, trying to ignore the rush of warmth to her face and not dwell on the fact that 'gone' meant 'dead for five years.' "Because I'm pretty sure you just read my mind."

"Ha! Yeah, Professor X said it doesn't work that way. See you in a few."

"I still can't get over you knowing half these people from our comic books now."

"I know, right!?"

"See you."

They hung up. Julie flopped backward onto her bed in the two-bedroom apartment she and Lucia shared and just laid there for a moment, grinning.

Oh no, she thought. Oh, I've got it bad.

Adrian rolled onto his side, one arm tracing up the contours of Jackie's hip and over her stomach. Pulling her close, he nuzzled into the crook of her neck.

"Let's stay in today," he whispered. His lips brushed along her jaw, trailing kisses until a smile stirred beneath them.

"Mm. I was hoping to get some editing done, but I like your idea better," she murmured. A happy sigh rumbled in her throat, more felt through her skin than heard. "What's the occasion?"

"I love you. Only occasion I need."

"Perfect."

Was she pathetic or what?

Here she was - at two-thirty on a Wednesday afternoon - downing her umpteenth cheap beer with the despondent understanding, deep down, that it would never make her forget that she was visiting the bar alone.

Whenever the loneliness hit her hard, she always ended up here. Or, not here precisely, but at some sad bar somewhere, identical enough to be interchangeable. Not that it ever did her any good. She would get blind drunk, fumble around in the bar's grimy restroom stalls with a stranger's hand down her pants, and eventually end the night telling herself that was enough, that she didn't need anything more from anyone than a quick fuck or revenge. That she was - if not happy - at least fine like this.

It was an unconvincing lie if ever there was one, but it didn't stop her from catching the eye of the pretty woman across the bar and flashing her a suggestive grin. This could end in sex or a fight, and she'd take either option at the moment.

Maybe she'd go after SHIELD directly after this. Take them down before they could do the same to her. That young agent on her case, Castillo - she seemed interesting enough to be a distraction.

She'd take anything, right about now.

Pathetic.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Hair

Irene Paredes x Child!Reader

Summary: You help your Mami when she gets a red

You’ve travelled with Mami for once.

Mama is at home with your little brother Matteo but you’re not really worried.

You’re a good traveller. Mami says so because you were born when she used to play in France so you’re used to going back and forth between countries. You know how to amuse yourself by playing or doing your homework or your reading.

Mami says you’re very responsible.

Since coming home to Spain and to Barcelona, you’ve not travelled as much. You’ve stayed with Mama at home even though travelling and going on planes is much more interesting.

You don’t know why Mami decided you could come with her this time but you have and you’re happy.

Or you were happy until Mami got her red card.

You’re not quite sure what happened apart from the fact that her leg was too high.

You know all about high legs.

At Taekwondo, your teacher explains all about how head shots are very dangerous because the head is a very important part of your body and that’s why people wear caps to protect them during sparring.

You’re still kind of small (but growing all the time!) so you’re not allowed to do any head shots of your own. But you know they’re dangerous and you know Mami is not going to argue her card even if someone else will.

“Mami?”

“Go back to the bench, squirt,” Irene says as she breezes past you to the locker rooms.

When you were younger, that used to work but you’re nearly eight now and Mama says you’re moving under your own power so you think that means that Mami’s orders don’t work on your anymore.

“No!” You say stamping your foot right in the tunnel.

Irene scrubs a hand over her face as she turns around to face you. “I don’t have the patience to deal with a tantrum right now, squirt. Go back to the bench and finish watching.”

You stamp your foot again. “I’m not having a tantrum, you’re having a tantrum!”

Irene sighs. “If you come with me now, you’re not allowed back out. We stay in the locker room. But you can keep watching the match if you head back outside.”

Your foot goes again. “With you.”

You’d inherited her stubbornness, Irene notes. Her hair. Her eyes. The tight set of her jaw. And her stubbornness.

Irene holds her hand out for you. You take it.

You’re a different beast to your brother.

Matteo is still small, still practically a baby. She and Lucia had been worried about the age gap between you both. At nearly eight, you towered over him with your toys and your rambunctious nature.

You were not unlike Lucy and Keira’s (and increasingly Ona's) Pup but maybe a bit lower energy now that you’re gotten older. More disciplined is what Lucia would say, now that you’ve had your energy redirected into Taekwondo. Disciplined and strangely emotionally intelligent.

Irene supposes she should pat herself on the back with that. She’d never agreed with hitting kids even if it’s a little scuff on the back of the head to redirect them. No whacks, no spanks, no hits.

She talked your through your emotions and now that you were older, you were able to talk her through them too.

You hold her hand now as she walks back to the locker room.

“Mami, are we showering?”

“Aren’t you a bit too old to shower with me, squirt?” She teases, grabbing her toiletries and a towel. “You’re nearly eight now.”

You puff out your chest at the reminder. “I’m not going in with you! Just wanted to know.”

“I’m going to shower. You can take a shower if you want but you have to come into mine if you’re going to be washing your hair.”

You tug at the end of your braid.

Lucia likes your hair long and Irene has to admit that she does too.

You’d come out with a full head of hair, screaming and crying your arrival to the world as Irene panted from all the energy she’d spent pushing you out. Screaming, crying, with thick hair as you were gently rest on her chest.

Your hair had remained just as thick as then, growing quickly to the point that regular trips to get it cut were needed.

But washing it was always a challenge. Lots of shampoo. Lots of conditioner. Lots of time spent in the tub trying to get it all washed.

It’s part of the reason why it’s done in the morning too. You hate the hairdryer but you hate sleeping with wet hair even more so washing it is always done in the morning so it can air dry before bed.

“Wash my hair?” You ask and Irene nods.

“You’ll have to shower with me then if we’re washing your hair. Is that okay?”

You nod. “Uh-huh.”

“Alright, squirt. Let’s go.”

Irene’s original plan was to drown herself in the shower, to stay there until the match was over and she could finally face her teammates again. The red card was justified, she knows that but it doesn’t mean there isn’t still a bit of a sting.

She was happy to leave you on the bench, safe with the others so Irene could wash away her anger and resentment while you were occupied.

But now you’re here with her, asking to have your hair washed and looking up at her like you just know she needs something like this to keep occupied.

It’s an easy routine to get through, to lather her hands with shampoo and massage it into your scalp. To wash it all out before moving onto the conditioner.

Two rounds of conditioner and you look up at her with a smile.

“I can wash your hair now, Mami?” You ask and Irene laughs, pushing away the wet strands from your face.

“I think you’re a little small to be doing that, squirt.”

You puff out your cheeks. “Are you sure? I’ve definitely grown since Mama last measured me!” To demonstrate, you stretch up to your tiptoes and reach as high as you can.

“Maybe when you’re taller,” Irene says placidly,” Come on. Grab your towel and we’ll get out.”

Irene’s just gotten yours and her own clothes on by the time that everyone else has arrived.

“Whoa,” Jenni says as she comes in,” You’re dripping everywhere, squirt!”

Irene sighs as she turns around. “You should have seen just how wet it was earlier. Absolutely everywhere.”

“We can tell,” Codi snickers,” There’s a river to the showers.”

“I’ve braided it back again,” Irene offers up weakly as she watches Alexia crouch in front of you.

“You know you’ll have to sleep with that wet hair,” Alexia reminds you.

You giggle. “No, I won’t. We call Mama and Matteo tonight. Mama will see my hair. She won’t let Mami put me to bed with wet hair. She says it’s naughty.”

“Devious,” Alexia says approvingly.

You high five her and look back at Irene, who shakes her head fondly at you.

“We’ll be having words about your eversion to the hairdryer.” She wiggles her finger teasingly at you and you grin.

You stick your tongue out. “You have to talk to Mama first.”

[macrolit]

The 100 Best Books of the 21st Century.

As voted on by 503 novelists, nonfiction writers, poets, critics and other book lovers — with a little help from the staff of The New York Times Book Review.

NYT Article.

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Q: How many of the 100 have you read? Q: Which ones did you love/hate? Q: What's missing?

Here's the full list.

100. Tree of Smoke, Denis Johnson 99. How to Be Both, Ali Smith 98. Bel Canto, Ann Patchett 97. Men We Reaped, Jesmyn Ward 96. Wayward Lives, Beautiful Experiments, Saidiya Hartman 95. Bring Up the Bodies, Hilary Mantel 94. On Beauty, Zadie Smith 93. Station Eleven, Emily St. John Mandel 92. The Days of Abandonment, Elena Ferrante 91. The Human Stain, Philip Roth 90. The Sympathizer, Viet Thanh Nguyen 89. The Return, Hisham Matar 88. The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis 87. Detransition, Baby, Torrey Peters 86. Frederick Douglass, David W. Blight 85. Pastoralia, George Saunders 84. The Emperor of All Maladies, Siddhartha Mukherjee 83. When We Cease to Understand the World, Benjamin Labutat 82. Hurricane Season, Fernanda Melchor 81. Pulphead, John Jeremiah Sullivan 80. The Story of the Lost Child, Elena Ferrante 79. A Manual for Cleaning Women, Lucia Berlin 78. Septology, Jon Fosse 77. An American Marriage, Tayari Jones 76. Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, Gabrielle Zevin 75. Exit West, Mohsin Hamid 74. Olive Kitteridge, Elizabeth Strout 73. The Passage of Power, Robert Caro 72. Secondhand Time, Svetlana Alexievich 71. The Copenhagen Trilogy, Tove Ditlevsen 70. All Aunt Hagar's Children, Edward P. Jones 69. The New Jim Crow, Michelle Alexander 68. The Friend, Sigrid Nunez 67. Far From the Tree, Andrew Solomon 66. We the Animals, Justin Torres 65. The Plot Against America, Philip Roth 64. The Great Believers, Rebecca Makkai 63. Veronica, Mary Gaitskill 62. 10:04, Ben Lerner 61. Demon Copperhead, Barbara Kingsolver 60. Heavy, Kiese Laymon 59. Middlesex, Jeffrey Eugenides 58. Stay True, Hua Hsu 57. Nickel and Dimed, Barbara Ehrenreich 56. The Flamethrowers, Rachel Kushner 55. The Looming Tower, Lawrence Wright 54. Tenth of December, George Saunders 53. Runaway, Alice Munro 52. Train Dreams, Denis Johnson 51. Life After Life, Kate Atkinson 50. Trust, Hernan Diaz 49. The Vegetarian, Han Kang 48. Persepolis, Marjane Satrapi 47. A Mercy, Toni Morrison 46. The Goldfinch, Donna Tartt 45. The Argonauts, Maggie Nelson 44. The Fifth Season, N.K. Jemisin 43. Postwar, Tony Judt 42. A Brief History of Seven Killings, Marlon James 41. Small Things Like These, Claire Keegan 40. H Is for Hawk, Helen Macdonald 39. A Visit from the Goon Squad, Jennifer Egan 38. The Savage Detectives, Roberto Balano 37. The Years, Annie Ernaux 36. Between the World and Me, Ta-Nehisi Coates 35. Fun Home, Alison Bechdel 34. Citizen, Claudia Rankine 33. Salvage the Bones, Jesmyn Ward 32. The Lines of Beauty, Alan Hollinghurst 31. White Teeth, Zadie Smith 30. Sing, Unburied, Sing, Jesmyn Ward 29. The Last Samurai, Helen DeWitt 28. Cloud Atlas, David Mitchell 27. Americanah, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie 26. Atonement, Ian McEwan 25. Random Family, Adrian Nicole LeBlanc 24. The Overstory, Richard Powers 23. Hateship, Friendship, Courtship, Loveship, Marriage, Alice Munro 22. Behind the Beautiful Forevers, Katherine Boo 21. Evicted, Matthew Desmond 20. Erasure, Percival Everett 19. Say Nothing, Patrick Radden Keefe 18. Lincoln in the Bardo, George Saunders 17. The Sellout, Paul Beatty 16. The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay, Michael Chabon 15. Pachinko, Min Jin Lee 14. Outline, Rachel Cusk 13. The Road, Cormac McCarthy 12. The Year of Magical Thinking, Joan Didion 11. The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, Junot Diaz 10. Gilead, Marilynne Robinson 9. Never Let Me Go, Kazuo Ishiguro 8. Austerlitz, W.G. Sebald 7. The Underground Railroad, Colson Whitehead 6. 2666, Roberto Bolano 5. The Corrections, Jonathan Franzen 4. The Known World, Edward P. Jones 3. Wolf Hall, Hilary Mantel 2. The Warmth of Other Suns, Isabel Wilkerson 1. My Brilliant Friend, Elena Ferrante

[pitchsidestories]

training season II Lucy Bronze x Reader

masterlist I word count: 1140

summary: Lucy and you're married, but she still wants to impress you especially during gym sessions with the team.

a/n: hi, it's based off this request here, we hope you enjoy it as much as we did while writing the oneshot.

Staying focused.

That was always your priority when you were in the gym with your Barcelona teammates.

Your hands were getting sweaty as you did your last set of leg presses on the machine.

Alexia did the same exercises next to you. You liked being in her presence, she always made sure you pushed yourself.

But today, she seemed distracted, pausing in the middle of her set.

“Y/n, your wife…“, she said into the silence.

“What about her?“, you huffed as you pushed the weight with your legs once again.

Alexia rolled her eyes: “She’s annoying.“

“Annoying, huh?“, you laughed. You set your feet down and turned towards your wife.

“Look.“ Alexia nodded in her direction and resumed her exercises.

Lucy was in the middle of the floor, doing push-ups in rapid succession.

You smirked: “Luce is trying to impress.“

“I wonder who she’s trying to impress here. It’s definitely not us.“, Mapi teased. She was sitting on a gymnastic ball and grinned at you.

You shrugged innocently: “Who knows.“

Still, your gaze subconsciously drifted back to your wifes biceps.

“Pretty obvious.“, Alexia concluded with a raised eyebrow.

On the order side of the gym, Lucy looked over to Mariona who was next to her on the floor, massaging her muscles with a foam roller.

“Mario, is she looking?“

“Yes, and everyone else too.“, the midfielder replied, sounding bored.

Patri joined the conversation, letting herself drop on the mat next to Mariona: “Also you know that this rooms isn’t that huge and everyone can hear you, right, Lucia?“

“Shut up.“, Lucy replied jokingly.

The younger player just shrugged: “Your wife doesn’t look too impressed so far.“

Lucy frowned as she looked over towards you: “It’s because Alexia and Mapi keep distracting her.“

“Or you need to do something more impressive.“, Mariona suggested.

The defender stopped doing push-ups and considered her teammate for a moment: “I think I have an idea for that.“

She got up, moved over towards a pull-up bar and started doing pull-ups. No break between the exercises, just steady and quick movements over and over again. The veins in her forearms started to protrude and her breathing pattern was off,

You could tell when your wife was overdoing it.

“Lucia Roberta Tough Bronze!“, you called her.

She let go of the bar and dropped to her feet: “Yes?“

The smile on her face let you know that she got what she wanted. Your attention.

“Sarina Wiegman would kill you if she saw you doing that!“, you warned her. It was a running gag between the two of you. Her national team coach was always worried about Lucy doing too much at her age.

Your wife shrugged: “She’s not here though!“

“Still, that’s why we won the world cup against your team, you never listen to the advice your coach gives you.”, you remarked with the hands demonstrative on your hips.

“Excuse me what?!”, she replied, in an attempted scandalized tone.

“You heard me.”, you countered smirking.

“You know that’s a lie. You were just lucky.”, Lucy protested, despite her playful annoyance, her green eyes lit up during your banter, there were only a few things she enjoyed more than this.

“Yes, it was. But maybe you should focus more on your running than your arms.”, you continued, the smirk on your lips deepened as you padded her shoulder, feeling the muscles working underneath the skin.

“What’s that supposed to mean, huh?”, the defender pouted. Although she clearly enjoyed that you finally touched her.

“Oh, nothing.”, you answered innocently.

“You couldn’t go a day without touching my biceps.”, your wife responded confidently, flexing said body part to underline what she just said.

“In fact, y/n already touched it.”, Mapi observed with a cheeky smile on her face. Obviously, the heavily tattooed Spaniard was on her side.

“Mapi!”, you scolded only half-heartedly.

“See? Maybe you should work on your arms instead.”, Lucy gave you one of her winning grins.

“Rude. Gym session is over though, so it’s time for training and there I want to see you run.”, you reminded her winking.

“Don’t worry. I’ll try to tackle you not too hard.”, the older woman promised snorting.

Watching you two from the distance Alexia turned curiously to the other English player in the room:” Keira? Were they always like that?”

“Yeah, we’re lucky that we’re in training otherwise they’d start making out.”, Keira made gagging noises.

“That sounds like them.”, the captain admitted.

“It’s weird.”, the red-haired midfielder told her teammate.

“It’s not!”, Lucy  promptly shot back.

“Oh, thought you were too busy flirting with your wife.”, Keira mocked her.

“She’s very sensitive about it.”, you explained quickly.

“Lucia?”, Mapi called your wife.

“Huh?”, she looked up to her.

“Let’s see who’s the first one on the training pitch!”, the Spanish woman proposed to the older player who never said no to a challenge.

“Obviously me!”, Lucy yelled excitedly, before the two of them start running, leaving everyone else behind them, almost crashing into a staff member while doing so.

“I won’t let you win, you impressed your wife enough.”, you could hear Mapi shout at her.

With a loud sigh Ingrid wrapped her arm around your shoulders, while you both walked in a normal pace to the training pitch:” They don’t belong to us, y/n.”

“Of course not.”, you agreed smiling.

“No, we always know they’re your two idiots.”, Alexia shook her head.

Watching your wife and teammate race each other, you sighed: “Yeah okay, they are.“

“See.“ Alexia gave you a told-you-so-look that you chose to ignore.

On the other side of the pitch, Lucy announced proudly: “I was first!“

“No, you weren’t.“, Mapi disagreed, pouting.

Lucy lowered her voice: “Shhh, don’t tell anyone.“

The Spanish defender let out a laugh, her gaze shifting in your direction: “I’m sure your wife still loves you anyway.“

“I do.“, you confirmed, wrapping her arms around your wifes waist as you arrived on the pitch.

She turned towards you, looking directly at you: “Just for the record, we were here at the same time.“

You nodded slowly: “Sure, love.“

Lucy considered you for a moment. With a smile on her face, she pressed a kiss to your temple and whispered: “I can’t wait to go home with you later…“

Keira grimaced in disgust: “Too much information.“

��Sorry.“, you grinned innocently. You took a step back from your wife. There was still a light training session to be done and you needed to focus on that.

But the truth was, you could not wait to go home either.

You would never admit it but yes, it worked. You were, in fact, impressed by her silly antics.

Even after years of marriage, your gaze always found her in every room.

There was no need to impress you, she always had your attention.

[yamumsyadadd]

missing sister (2)

Part 1

there will be 1 more in this series, set in the future.

“Nena, wake up. Noah? We need to leave.” Waking up was very disorienting. This was certainly not the bed from Keira’s apartment. It was too comfy, too warm and safe. 

“Alexia?” 

“Yes nena. You slept here last night. You’re coming with me and Olga. She’s going to drop me off at training and then you two are going to hang out.” 

Weird but okay. Begrudgingly, you got up. Taking the clothes handed to me from Olga and letting her guide me through to the bathroom. There were a lot of fancy things in there. Some smelt very nice, others did not. 

The hot shower and fancy products felt good. As soon as you stepped foot in the living area, Olga and Alexia stopped talking. Both turning to smile at me and usher you to the door. The car ride was quiet until we arrived at the training ground. 

“You’ll go with Olga today, I’ll talk to Keira and Lucy. We will see you later okay?” You nodded, not looking at her as she got out of the car. 

“Avísame si pasa algo. Mi amor, por favor, no la dejes fuera de tu vista. Te quiero.” She kissed Olga and walked away. 

Olga patted the front seat she was previously sitting in. “Mi amiga, piano. You like piano yes?” 

“I do yes.” 

“Perfecto! We go.” Her smile was infectious. There was something about Olga, the way she seemed to live so carefree. She was confident, within herself, her relationship with Alexia and her job. 

“Claudia Habla inglés. She good.” She led us up a small alleyway between two house, finally reaching someone’s backyard. There was a fire pit in the middle, couches and chairs surrounded it. Whoever lived here was very popular. 

“¡Hola Olga! ¡Como en!” The cheerful voice belonged to a blonde curly haired woman who has just as many tattoos as María. 

“Hola, Claud. Esta es Noah, la chica de la que te hablé”.

“HI Noah, I’m Claudia. Olga says you like the piano?” You nodded your head, hiding slightly behind Olga, “come this way, I have an old Steinway & Sons.” 

The piano was beautiful, situated in what looked to be a reading room. One wall covered in books, the other covered in paintings and photos, the main wall with big windows. It was like out of a movie. 

You sat down at the piano and started to play. It felt like only a few minutes had passed before Claudia and Olga came in for lunch. 

“What is that?” You pointed towards the weird cake looking thing on the table. 

“Tortilla.” Olga sat down, taking a drink and giving you a look to do the same. 

“It’s basically an omelette. Eggs, potatoes, oil, onion.  I have tomato sauce if you want it?” 

“Sure. Thanks.” It had the same texture as a normal omelette but it tasted better. It was heavier, thanks to the potatoes. Spanish food was mostly better than English, expect for the fish and chips. Nothing topped ours. 

No one spoke during lunch time, or while we cleaned up. 

“Have you heard from Alexia?” You asked Olga quietly. She shook her head, giving your shoulder a squeeze. You went back and sat at the piano, staying there until a very stressed Olga came in. 

The conversation between Alexia, Keira and Lucy was over and we needed to leave.

“After practice we need to talk please Keira. Lucia come too.” Alexia was firm but not unkind with her voice. 

From the moment Keira, Lucy and Alexia sat down, Keira was on edge, ready to defend whatever her little sister did. 

“Noah is with Olga, at Claudia’s house. She has said some things, I’ve noticed some things and no doubt Lucy too.” Alexia started, she didn’t want to come off aggressive or accuse her of anything. 

“What Alexia? What has Noah said?” 

“You know she’s plays piano? Draws very good too. Better than Mapi, better than anyone I’ve seen. She feels as though you, and your parents do not care about her, see her-“

“that’s ridiculous! We all care about her! She’s just a dramatic teenage.” 

“Keira.” Lucy saw it. She’s seen it from the beginning. Birthdays were missed in favour of Keira’s games, every time she spoke to the Walsh parents all they would talk about was Keira, never Noah. If she didn’t know Noah existed, there would be no trace. “She was going to music school in London. She’d catch the train, stay with Leah and come home. Your parents never noticed because they were never around. From an outsider, you wouldn’t know Noah existed to your parents, or really to you.” 

“What the hell are you saying Lucy? I talk about her, I care about her. I took her in didn’t I? She’s here because I took her instead of letting them ship her off to a boarding school!” Keira was defensive, she didn’t want to believe what both Alexia and Lucy were saying. 

“She’s given up a lot for you, because of you.” Alexia said. 

“I never asked her too!” 

“For fuck sake Kei. She’s a child. A child. She didn’t have a choice. You have been so consumed by your own life, your own relationships that you can’t even see it. She’s 16, yet she acts like an adult because that’s the only way people will take notice of her.” 

There was only silence that followed for the next few minutes. 

“I spoke to Leah, which for the record was hard because she speaks so fast and her accent is worse than yours, but I suggest you talk to her, then talk to Noah but don’t get defensive. Listen to what she has to say, really listen. Itll be hard to hear it but I think it’s needed.” Alexia stood up, squeezing Keira’s shoulder then leaving. Sending Olga a text to bring Noah home so Keira or Lucy could pick her up. 

“What the hell do I do Lucy?” 

“Do as capi said, talk to Leah, then listen to Noah.” 

“Have you known the entire time?” 

“No. I told you during the world cup what she told me, but I don’t think that was the full story.” 

“I just thought she didn’t want to be there, that she was missing her friends, her life, I didn’t realise it was something more.” 

Silence took over the trio, their drinks empty, minds full. 

“What do I do?” Keira asked. 

“Listen to her, don’t interrupt her or anything. Let her tell you how she’s been feeling and what’s been happening.” 

“Is she at your apartment?” 

“No she’s with Olga but I’ll message her to bring her back.” 

It didn’t take long for the trio to arrive at Alexia and Olga’s apartment, you were still beaming from happiness until Lucy and Keira walked in. It was a weird feeling, having a happy day seemingly ripped through your fingers when Keira said the simple words of ‘we need to talk.’ 

The drive back to Keira’s was rough. Everyone was anxious, no one said a word. The futile attempt to escape to your room the second you entered was halted by Lucy’s strong arms guiding you to the couch. 

“I want you to tell me everything. I will not talk, I will not make judgment or anything but I need to know Noah.” Keira said, she tried to be firm, but it came out more as a plea. 

“There’s nothing to tell.” 

“Don’t play dumb. You’re a completely different kid with Alexia and Olga, even with Leah. Why?” 

“Why?” You scoffed, “can’t you figure it out yourself?” 

“No because what I thought was that you were just a bad kid. I was told you were skipping school, sneaking out, doing drugs. But here, here you’re different so what gives?” 

“It wasn’t sneaking out or skipping school. Technically.” Keira gave you a look so you continued, “anytime I asked to go out, ma and dad would just say ‘do whatever, we won’t be home later’, blah blah blah. It wasn’t sneaking only ever sneaking out when they had friends over and needed to keep up appearances. As for the skipping school, I was enrolled in special music and art classes at the TAFE, then I’d go to London for classes on Saturday’s.” 

“And the drugs? Vapping?” 

“I tried weed once. That’s all I swear. I didn’t like the feeling so I didn’t do it again. The others did but I didn’t. And yeah I’ve vaped, not since I’ve been here though.” 

“Ma and dad never said anything about your music classes.“ 

“Yeah because they didn’t know, or care. I’m not sure but I didn’t want to find out.” 

“Why didn’t you come to me? You went to Leah, even Lucy but you wouldn’t come to me. Why Noah?” Keira was getting frustrated, she was hurt and confused. 

“how could I? You were here or busy with your life in Manchester. You said it yourself, you believed what they told you. Everything was always about you Keira, not me. I was always told not to both you because you were busy. Every year it got worse, missing birthdays, missing Christmas, missing art shows or recitals.” 

The tears that had formed in both yours and Keira’s eyes were now free flowing. Lucy was sat in the armchair, Narla curled up at her feet. She was there purely to keep the peace, to make sure both sides were heard. 

“My art is good. Really good. Olga paid me to make a drawing for Alexia, Jana has asked me to draw a photo of her and Jill in Amsterdam, so many people have paid me for commission art. I have thousands saved and I was planning on leaving as soon as I turned 18. I taught Leah how to play the piano, I’ve sold music sheets, done a Christmas concert at the London Music Hall. I get good grades, good enough that I can go to college in America if I want, but no one knows because no one cares.”

“I care.” Keira chocked back a sob, feeling a mixture of pride and guilt. Guilt for being so wrapped up in her own world that she forgot to include you in hers. “I care noodle. I’m so proud of you truly. I want to fix this. Fix it all. Please just tell me what I need to do.” 

“Don’t make me go back. Not to Manchester, if I have to go back I’ll stay in London or-“

“You’re not going back, Noah.” Lucy said firmly. Yes you were Keira’s sister, but for the majority of your life, Lucy was around. So to her, you were also her sister and she felt just as bad as Keira. “You’ll either stay here with Keira, or you can stay with me. Alexia and Olga would even take you too. Maybe we need to do a custody agreement between the four of us.” 

Before you had a chance to do anything, Keira launched herself into your body. Hugging you as tight as humanly possible. You’d give her the benefit of doubt, she didn’t know but it didn’t excuse anything. 

The relationship between you and your parents was less than good, but it didn’t really matter to you. You had your art and your music. No one could take that away from you. 

By winter break, things with Keira were better. Not perfect, but you were sisters so that was unlikely. Her plan was to go home to England for Christmas, however you didn’t want to. Alexia and Olga both agreed you’d come with them and with their help, Keira agreed. 

When Olga finally gifted the hand drawn photo to Alexia, there were a lot of tears. Alexia rugby tackled you to the ground, kissing all over your face while crying happy tears. Eli thanked you as well, in a much more gentle way. 

It was the first Christmas that things felt good. You weren’t around purely to keep up appearances, you didn’t have to hide away or force conversation with anyone. 

Maybe Spain was where you’d find a home, and a person to share that home with. 

[leah-lover]

Love in Ibiza. Barca x reader. Smut 18+

orgy. Part 1 Part 2

After that Lucy sits closer to you, and moves her head milemeteres away from yours. “ are you sure?” she whispers. You lock your lips with hers as a response. 

As you lean in the kiss you feel Lucy pull away from you. “ no” you whisper for her only to hear. She pulls away still and sits a little far from you. 

“ I am not  sure you know what you are getting yourself into.” she says. 

“ I am sure of my will to have sex with you Lucy and with all of you in fact.” you respond to her. 

“ I told you she liked you luce.” said mapi to lucy. 

“ That's not why I brought her here.” 

“ I know but you owe me now.” 

“ you guys bet on me?” you say in surprise. 

“ Well not bet but you were a topic of a few conversations we had.” said ingrid. 

“ do tell.” you add. “ I find you attractive. Especially when you wear a dress like the one you are wearing right now.” said Lucy looking you up and down. You take off your jacket as a response showcasing your shoulder less black dress. You kept eye contact with Lucy while doing so. 

“ Why don't you come and show me how much you like it then.” you say bravely. You stare into Lucy's eyes for a second before she sits near you. You turn your head to kiss her. Your lips fit perfectly together. Hers were soft and dominating. She quickly took control of you, guided you to straddle her lap; her hands roaming freely on your back. She solicited a few moans from you when she moved on to your neck giving it bruising, mouth full kisses, leaving her mark in each section. Your hands move from her neck to her hair, massaging her scalp as she devours your neck. It was like you two were the only people in the world. She then puts her head on your chest and says “ is  my baby girl enjoying this?” Both you and ona say yes at the same time which makes you  feel a little bit awkward and embarrassed. 

“ It's okay we will make a fun little compaction of who will be my best girl.” She says giving the exposed part of your chest a kiss. 

“ She isn't yours Lucia.” Said Alexia from behind you, her shirt on the ground and her hair was a little bit messy. “ We will see about that “ answered Lucy before kissing you again. She unzips your dress smoothly and helps you take it off. You stay only in a black laced underwear. “ You are so beautiful.” She whispers before going  down on you again. she sucked, kissed, and marked her way down your body leaving red circles all over it.  When she reached  your core she noticed a wet patch on your panties which made her smile. She didn't say a word though. She just tossed them aside, opened your legs and slid between them. Your brain was hazy when she first made contact with your clit. You could even release a full moan with only whimpers and muffled sounds. She put your clit between her teeth sucking at it forcefully, Her hands roamed your stomach. She kept moving until she found the right rhythm that made you arch. Your whimpers were getting louder as she moved up her pace. Her hands continued to touch you all over which made you want to come even more. “ I want to come.” You whisper gently between your heavy breaths. “ Please let me come.” “ Okay be a good girl and come for me.” 

Your eyes were closed when you reached your climax. It was the best orgasm you have ever had. You keep your eyes closed as you ride you high while breathing very loudly.  Lucy gave you in your space to calm down. 

When you opened your eyes you found ona cleaning up your juices from Lucy's mouth. The scene in front of you made your clit pulse again. “ Thank you “ you whisper when she turns to face you. “ Don't know that just yet.” She winks at you and disappears in the hallway opposite you. 

You turn your eyes only to find Ingrid looking at you. You were naked, your legs open, and your juices running down your thighs. However, she didn't make you feel vulnerable. Her eyes made you feel safe. You continue your eye contact for a moment before you extend your arm in her direction inviting her to come next to you. She agrees to your silent request and joins you on your side of the couch. You quickly glance at her girlfriend who was knuckles deep inside Alexia before giving your attention back to Ingrid. 

“Right now Lucy will pride herself in making you look so fucking sexy. You looked amazing. We all stopped and just looked at you “ she said. You get up and sit next to her. “ how long have you been doing this.” You say stroking her arm. “ Well at the beginning it was just me, Maria, Alexia and Jenni . Then Lucy and ona joined. Then aitana. We started about a year ago and we only got together when we wanted to. It was often actually.” She said. “ Are you enjoying yourself so far? '’ ' very much so.” You respond and kiss her. 

This kiss was much softer, and more intimate. Ingrid didn't rush into you she took her time. “ Is your pussy still needy even after what Lucy just did?” She asks. “ I want more.” You respond. You two look at each other before you lay back and invite her over you. Without hesitation she hovers on top of you and quickly slid 2 fingers inside of you. You arch and release a loud moan as a response. Ingrid's thrusts were harder than you thought. She wanted to ruin you and it was obvious. She kept switching up her pace and trying to loosen you up more. “ So fucking tight around my fingers aren't you baby?” She asked l, her voice filled with list. This wasn't a side of Ingrid you have ever seen. She wanted your attention to be on her so when you would turn your head to the side she would turn it back towards her. You were able to notice the scene next to you briefly. Ona was sat on Lucy's lap, her thumb stroking ona’s clit while they were both looking at Ingrid fucking you. The scene turned you on even more but Ingrid's inconsistency didn't allow you to come. She Introduced a third finger which made you scream and arch more but it only made her laugh a little. “Please please please can I come please.” You started begging her, feeling your hole stretched out to what you thought was the max. You continue begging for a while and she speeds up even more. “Please Ingrid.” You beg again. “Okay, you can come now baby “ as soon as you reserved the okay you grabbed a chunk of the couch under you, released the loudest moan of the night and came. Seconds after you you heard ona’s cries as she came too. You in absolute bliss when Ingrid pecked your lips.

“ You may have been the first but I made her come harder.” Said Ingrid to Lucy.

“ Now it's our time to try.” Alexia pointed at herself and at mapi. 

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[darlingsfandom]

Like John's scenario to keep the peace between the lees and Shelbys . Wonder if the same happened with the changreta's with Luca's sister y/n married off to Tommy and they are alike coming from different backgrounds . At first they dislike eachother while fucking hard

We do enjoy a good hate fuck over here !

TW: cream pie, breeding kink, slapping, spanking, swearing, face fucking, p in v(unprotected)

“let me get this right…” Tommy lit up his cigarette, “you want me to marry her just to keep it peaceful between our families ?”

“Well yes that’s exactly what I said.” Lucia rubbed his brow in frustration before looking at you. You stood there with a displeased look, arms over your chest rolling your eyes at your older brother. Ever since your father died of actual natural causes, he’s been even more of a pain in the ass. He’s always tried to protect you from the world like a good big brother but now he had to give you to the world’s most dangerous animal… man! More specially Thomas Shelby! Who you hated with a passion or so everyone thought .

“Don’t I get a say in this?” You peeped up . Both of them looked at you before bursting into laughter.

“She’s funny.” Tommy pointed his cigarette at you before sitting down in his chair and smoothing his hand over his chin.

“And she listens for the most part, I mean I got her in this meeting.” Lucia repeated the same movement Tommy did. You stood there chewing your cheek in anger while tapping your foot.

“Tell ya what, let her stay here for a week, if she’s good enough to be my wife I’ll take you up on your deal.” Tommy stuck out his hand. Lucia quickly gripped it and shook on the agreement .

“I’m still here ! I should have a say!” You blurted out before your brother stood up, placed his hands on your shoulders and looked into your eyes .

“I just want to keep you safe, this is the best way to do so! Just trust me, you’ve made it this far in life with my help.” He smoothed your hair before standing up and wished Mr. Shelby a pleasant evening. You stood there in disbelief before grabbing the bottom of your dress and ran after your brother .

“Lucia, please!” You chased him as fast as you could but he ignored you. He put his hand up to stop you and you did. He looked back over his shoulder at you while you stood there with tears in your eyes. He got in the carriage and drove off leaving you in the dust.

A soft sigh left your lips as you hung your head low . You turned around to see other members of the Shelby family staring at you. You kept your head low until you were back inside. Thomas stood at the bottom of the stairs with a stern face awaiting you.

“Very well done darling…” he clapped his hands slowly before coming up to you and placed his hands on your love handles.

“You think Lucia bought it?” You asked running your hands over his chest. Tommy chuckled deeply before grabbing your hand and took you back into his office.

“Can’t believe you ‘ate me that much you’d cry…was a nice touch.” Thomas acted offended while you rolled your eyes.

“Of course I hate you, just not as much…”

“Ya don’t ’ate me that much when you’re riding my cock…” Thomas smirked at you when your jaw dropped. He sat in chair while signaling for you to come closer. Tommy sat you on the edge of his desk, his hand ran from your ankle up to your thigh. “You can deny that all you want …” Tommys fingers ran across your clothes cunt making you squeeze your thighs around his hand. “But this little cunt of yers… will always tell the truth!” He pulled his hand away before striking it hard making a moan slip out from your lips.

“Such an easy little toy.” Tommy gave you another spanking on your pussy.

“You’re such an asshole Thomas.” You gripped his wrist.

“Oh fuck you!” He rolled his eyes.

“Fuck me yourself you coward!” Before you could even smirk, Thomas had you turned around, bent over his desk and dress flipped upwards to expose your ass cheeks. His hand took no mercy in spanking you hard! The stinging was more than normal. You might have actually pushed a button with him which made you tingle in a different way. Thomas left your ass glowing red. His fingers hooked into your panties and ripped them apart.

“Who’s a coward now huh?” He grunted into your ear while giving you another hard slap that made you jolt forward. Tears leaked from the corner of your eyes from the pleasurable pain. The cool air soothed your stinging ass cheeks for a minute only for Tommy to grip the back of your head and pull you backwards onto your knees. “Suck my cock! Now!” He had his cock out already from how eager he was to fuck your face. Your eyes flickered up to his to see how dark they’ve turned.

“I said NOW!” His hand gripped your hair and pulled it forward. Your mouth opened quickly so he could shove his cock down your throat. The tip of his cock hit the back of your throat making you gag slightly. “Look at that, for someone who ‘ates me so much… ya look real pretty sucking my cock.” He stroked your hair slowly while thrusting his cock down your throat.

Water built up in your eyes the more he fucked your face. Drool dripped from the corners of your mouth down his cock. Tommy never took mercy on you when he fucked you. He enjoyed how much you’d say you’d hate him or his cock because both of you knew better. Tommy reached down and smirked as he pinched your nose closed making it hard for you to breathe. Your eyes went wide ! You clawed at his thighs as he thrusted his cock faster making the sloppy sounds echo off his office walls. Tommy finally let go so you could breathe and you let out the loudest gasp he’s ever heard.

“And yet you still let me fuck your throat instead of wanting to breathe.” He pulled you up by the arm. Your face was covered in tears, skin flushed, lips slightly swollen and drool hanging off your chin… a beautiful sight for him. He pressed your back against the desk before getting you laid upon the wood. Tommy waisted no time in spreading your legs up and wide . He shoved the fabric up , gripped the head of his cock and tapped it against your folds.

You laid there panting. Tommy pushed the head of his cock into you in one swift motion.

“Fuck!” You held onto your ankles tightly as Tommy pushed all the way in. He loved how you sucked him in , always so warm and soft! If Tommy loved anything about you, it was your pussy. “Just fuck me already!”

“Aww what’s the matter you little whore? Can’t wait a second ? Need my fat cock that bad?” Thomas placed his hands on your hips and slammed you forward and down on it.

“Anyone can fuck me Thomas! Do better!”

“That’s because you’re just a fucking whore! Takes cock all day … if only your precious little family knew the real you! This version of you! Getting fucked raw by the most dangerous man in Birmingham ! They’d kill over!” His words shouldn’t have made you more aroused but they did. He knew it. You moved one hand away to reach up and hit him the best that you could.

“What a stupid girl you are!” He smacked the side of your face with the back of his hand as his cock slid in and out of you at a bruising pace. Thomas gripped your hips tighter as he bent forward until his hot breath was fanning your face. You tried to look away but he cupped your face and made you look at him. “Don’t look away from me!”

“I’ve seen better men in my head!” You grinned before he smacked you again all while slamming his cock deep inside of you making your toes curl!

“Yet all you do is scream MY name!” He was a cocky bastard that everyone thought you hated including yourself but you knew you loved him. He knew it too.

“Then make me scream it! Show me how a real man pleasures a woman!”

Tommy took the challenge. He lifted your hips up off the desk to go in deeper at a different angle. His cock was hitting that spot that not even your fingers could reach. He was panting hard as his own orgasm was on the edge just like yours was. The fire in your tummy was about to combust as Tommy reached down to rub your clit feverishly. Your breath hitched in your throat as you scraped your nails into the desk.

“TOMMY!” You cried out while tossing your head back. He had a grin on his face that quickly turned into an O when his own orgasm busted inside of you, filling you up the brim with his hot sticky cum. The feeling of your juices mixing with his cum made you smile weakly before he slowly fucked the mixture into you.

Both of you stayed still for a minute taking in the moment. Tommy slowly pulled out of you making sure to not let the mixture leek out of you. He helped you onto your wobbly legs and fixed you up.

“I still hate you…” You smiled softly at him.

“If you hate me now imagine how much you’ll hate me when I put my baby inside of you sweetheart.” He gave you a wink followed by a small smile. The reality of the situation hit you as his hand ran over your face, Tommy was the man you loved to hate and if you’re not careful he’d be the father of your kids.

[sunnys-out]

Always better than me | Lucy Bronze x Reader

A/N: Hellooooo, this is a standalone that I did from a request. This is from the prompt list here. Reminder, that submissions are still closed.

WC: 2.1k

Warnings: gaslighting, emotional abuse, cheating, panic attack symptoms, swearing. angst w/no happy ending. slight nsfw

Lucia Roberta Tough Bronze, was my first love and my hardest heartbreak. Truth be told, I hated her so much when we first encountered each other on the international stage. She had admitted that I was as much of a pain in her ass as she was to me. 

I mean defending against a 17 year old Jessie Fleming was already a nightmare so when it was both of us, Lucy made it her personal mission to shut me out. Some tackles led to confrontation, some that had me so close to her face that I could see the dark specks of color in her eyes. 

Her stupid smile when she knew that I was frustrated in a game. I fucking hated it but I realized I loved seeing it all the same. Jessie followed me to Chelsea and she saw everything between me and Lucy from the beginning to the end, and the very bitter epilogue that I still, desperately, wanted to end. 

Lucy and I’s little rivalry continued in the WSL. It became a game at some point of who could make the other the most annoyed by the end of the match. Every other match, Lucy would push herself onto me in confrontations to looking down at me after a tackle…this only happened once, in anger, outside of the pitch. ‘

We were both a couple of shots of tequila in us, Lucy was arguing with me and I felt the wall hit my back. The sounds of the club, both are teammates dragged us to, seemed muffled. My voice, normally as loud as hers, was small and tiny. I was just staring, dumbly, at one little black speck in the blues of her eye. 

“You’re such a fucking brat ya know that?!” Lucy screamed at me.

I finally shifted my gaze to her mouth as it curled at my silence.

“What all talk before and now you’re fucking quiet, wish you’d stay this way”.

My brain finally reconnected to my mouth as I finally push back into her like we would in games.  Jessie, across the way, saw the confrontation wondering 

“Maybe I should intervene?...” 

My voice slurred, “Fuck you, Lucy… our first game against each other you brought me down. I fucking hated you for it and I still do. I still remember your smile, the soft quirk to it when you stood over me..” I poked the side of her mouth with my finger.

“How could I not? It’s ingrained in the back of my mind, Lucy, and I wish it wasn’t” I look at her my hand falling away from her face.

I did not realize that my face was now centimeters from hers. The same smile appeared,

“Maybe I don’t want you to forget it hm?” Her head tilts as she moves my chin slowly as so that I remain looking at her. 

I groaned, “Ugh you’re insufferable” I pushed her shoulder only to be met with her lips, hungrily devouring mine. 

Poor Jessie said she made the quickest u-turn of her life when she saw what happened. 

Lucy pulled back and stopped me with a small laugh when she saw that I tried to close the distance again. The taste of lime, salt and the burn of the tequila only added to the intoxicating taste of Lucia Roberta Tough Bronze. 

“I want you to never forget me” she sealed that statement by bringing me in again her grip rough on my chin…and she was, unfortunately, right about that. 

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We began seeing each other more after we had a long conversation in her Manchester apartment. Well, the long conversation then involved both of us being naked in Lucy’s bed…and well that was never something that we expected…but we both did not stop.

Out times together stopped just being nights tangled in each other after tough matches to days lounging about. Then to waking up to her holding me close like I was the most important thing in our new apartment. 

I loved Lucy so much…she was there for my back injury that took me out of the season for a time. She learned all the little things that made me tick, everything that brought me joy, everything that brought me sadness…and unfortunately, she became one more than the other.

The little moments of love that were peppered throughout our relationship like the stars in the sky slowly faded away as she moved to Barcelona. If I’m going to be honest…it probably started even before that. We had done distance like this before, like when I was at Wolfsburg on loan for a season, Lucy always made sure to call…to talk about my game that she saw, and I would return the favor and offer my insight on her games and how much I missed her.

Even though the cloudy weather of London never bothered me…Lucy being gone really was felt in the weather now. Barcelona definitely had the light of my life and I didn’t realize it would stay there. 

Her distancing took some time to manifest but started when I had to reach out to her. I understood, I mean it took me a bit to adjust to the new culture of Germany, but it took her longer to respond to me and it was a simple “ok”, “goodnight” “good morning”,“love you”. The response just served as a “I read the message”. She never really did read my messages because the responses often didn’t make any sense to what I had sent. I never corrected her and just went along with it thinking it was just a typo…a pretty bad typo.

I remember I alluded to the idea that I should come visit her in Barcelona…and she said “Nah, things are picking up and with the international break coming up it wouldn’t be good for either of us”. It was true that I had the Gold Cup and she had the Euros qualification games but a few days wouldn’t hurt…she traveled to Germany for me once before and then returned immediately to play one of the best games of her life.

The feeling of rejection hurt…it hurt more when I saw the post of Lucy exploring Barcelona with Ona…doing things that I had planned to do with her. Seeing her with the flowers in the elevator…oh the flowers…it broke me. I put it in the back of my brain, Lucy would tell me right? She’d tell me if this wasn’t working anymore, right?

Our relationship was a secret, the fans had alluded to it before and Lucy and I would giggle at the theories and the compilations of proof, but we never announced or made it public per Lucy’s preference. Suddenly, she was comfortable sharing the little, soft appearances of Ona…something I prayed that Lucy would do for our relationship…

I don’t hate Ona…I would never hate her…

I was jealous and angry…Ona was getting what I once had and more but I was afraid she’d have my same experience. Living without a doubt that your partner loved you, cared for you, would hold you like you were the most important thing in the world…until it just stops…until they find someone better. It made me wonder if I made someone else question if I was the “someone better”. 

“Lucy, can you fucking tell me the truth for once?!?” I yell exasperated through the Facetime.

There was another bout of silence…like it always went. 

“It’s nothing, it isn’t like we were dating seriously anyways” she said as if it was something obvious.

I shoot up from my seat, “What the fuck does that mean, Lucy?!?” 

The roll of her eyes did not go unnoticed by me.

“Means we were just having fun, thought that is what we were, don’t know where you got that we were serious. I mean you probably are seeing someone else down there in London, you see me yelling at you and acting like I got a stick up my ass?”. Her words came without care awaiting my response.

Suddenly we were back to being rivals on the field. Calling each other bluff about a foul that occurred. Whether it was a yellow, deserving of a red, or a card at all. Everything was the same even the smirk on Lucy’s face at my frustration.

“You know what Lucy…fuck you…I’ve done nothing but wait for you…I’ve done nothing but continue to support you even though you stopped doing that for me and I… I still love you, even after all of this time and I fucking hate that”. I bite back the tears. I hated being a frustrated crier.

“You told me we’d be honest with each other and that’s not what this is…you can’t decide now when you’re fucking Ona that we were just a casual thing!” 

My chest tightened even further,if it was even possible, when I saw the indifference in Lucy’s face.

I could not tell you what I said afterwards, those words were not my own but I guess whatever I said caused Lucy to unfollow me on all social media and I bet my number is blocked too. Ona, funnily enough, kept following me…either she didn’t care or she didn’t know about what I had with Lucy. I’ve decided to not dwell on that.

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Chelsea legend, announces retirement from International/Club Football

I like to think it was a well-thought out decision, leaving the sport that I loved. The numerous phone calls and emails from friends, family and journalists seemed to indicate otherwise. I still had another World cup that I could attend, another Olympics, another Gold cup…another anything really but I just couldn’t. 

This sport gave me everything, it gave me friends, found family, loves and losses…but its one loss that made getting on the pitch difficult. We were rivals, we hated each other, we fell in love with each other…well, I fell in love with Lucy, and now I’m alone with those thoughts of Lucy. I fell in love with the idea of Lucy, the idea of a good relationship and just me looking at her with rose-colored glasses. 

“So, did I miss the meeting where they were going to tell me that my vice-captain for Canada was retiring for good because I just found out through a Tiktok that was posted on Insta reels” Jessie said sternly over the phone.

Jess, being the first one of my teammates to contact me after the announcement.

“Oof, that’s definitely not the way that I wanted you to find out, all things considered,” I say trying to lighten the mood a bit even though the root of my retirement is more tragic than what I let on.

A groan erupts from my phone as Jess continues, “Ugh…ok, so why pray tell, am I without a vice-captain?”  

How do you tell your best friend that you can’t find yourself to love the sport that you’ve done your whole life because of a girl…

“I just feel like I don’t love it as much as I used to and I don’t want to fake the feeling for the sake of it…so I thought it was time”. I say pretty convincingly.

Jessie sighs, “I mean I can’t really say anything, because it is up to you…just wished you could’ve given me at least a heads up…still love you to bits though”.

I laugh as I pick up the phone to check a text that came in, “I’m sorry Jessie, it was a spur of the moment decision and I felt like I would regret it if I didn’t do it now you know?”

I never deleted Lucy’s number…didn’t have the heart to…maybe it was the small piece of hope that held on that she would message me and everything would go back to what it was.

“Was it because it me?” It felt more like a statement than a question…no hellos or good afternoons accompanying it.

I said my goodbyes to Jessie as I looked at the text…did she actually care?

I lied. We were past pleasantries at this point

“Not really. I mean I still can’t get you out of my mind even though I’m probably long gone from yours but no you weren’t the reason”

A few minutes and another text comes through,

“Then what?”

It felt like years were passing as I typed out the text, 

“Well, I did what you did, couldn’t fake “loving” this sport so I dropped it without notice”.

Lucy never responded…and I would be lying if I said I didn’t care if she did.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Someone New 1

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Warnings: this fic will include angst, pining, romcom tropes, and some darker elements later in the series. Some triggers may not be specifically tagged. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: You've had a crush on your best friend for years, but you're slapped in the face with reality when he takes things to the next level with his girlfriend.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Thor

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“No, no, not the pink, red,” you cup your hand over your ear pod, “exactly what it says on the order sheet.” 

Were anyone to see you, sitting in the dirt, with a brush in hand, all alone, they might think you’re a bit out there. You, talking to the air, dusting off a clump of soil, orchestrating your own voice with the bristles. You dip your head as you focus on what the voice in your ear is saying. 

“I’m not trying to be difficult,” you argue, “I put in the order weeks ago. A red bow. I have the receipt– I mean sure, pink or red doesn’t matter to me but it’s not my birthday.” 

“We’ll see what we can do,” the woman relents. It’s not exactly a triumph but as close to as you can hope. If it’s pink, you’ll just have to take the fall. The damn fondant will be devoured by the night’s end anyhow. 

You hang up with a double tap on the ear pod and your playlist resumes. You go back to trying to uncover the shape caked in layers of muck, turning the brush to chip away the rougher bits with the pointed tip. The work is tedious but it has to be. You can’t risk damaging the relic nestled inside. 

The abrupt chiming of your ringtone once more sounds through the bluetooth earpiece. You huff and hit the pod with the heel of your hand. You greet the call with only your name. 

“Are you still on site?” Your boss, Arturo asks. 

“Yep, still here,” you still your hand and twist your arm, pulling back the end of your glove to see your watch, “just a bit longer. You know I have that thing tonight.” 

“Uh, yes, I recall,” he says dully as you hear paper shuffling, “you got time to chat?” 

“Sure,” you keep the cluster of dirt and the brush in one hand and use your other to push yourself to your feet, “I just gotta catalogue this before I finish the day.” 

“Well, I have good news and bad news,” he begins as you carefully walk between the cordoned off patches. The whole place is a maze of where and where not to step. You go into the tent and put down the half uncovered idol. It’s brittle, made of hide and yew, with a bit of bone. “Lucia is pregnant.” 

“Oh? That’s great,” you furrow your brow, wondering what that has to do with you. 

“Means she can’t travel for a while. She’s adverse to long term commitments at the moment so…” 

“So…” you trail off as you label the mound of dirt and make notes for the next day. 

“So, you want her assignment?” 

“Which one?” You peel off your gloves and shake off the excess filth. 

“Norway. It can be a bit dingy but the landscape is nice.” 

“Norway? For how long?” You close up the ledger and tuck it away on the shelf. You pass between the tables of artifacts as you pull out your phone. 

“Could be a while but I figured you never get to go very far. You’ve been pent up in-state for so long, you could use the vacation.” 

“Oh? Well, I…” you scroll through your phone and see the notifications. Emails confirming delivery, messages asking if everything is sorted. “I’d have to think about it…” 

It’s evasion more than indecision. You know you don’t want to go. You can’t go. Your whole life is here. You have an apartment and friends and… Steve. Your best friend.  

“Make sure you do think about it. It’s a great opportunity. Especially for a junior anthropologist. Lucia won’t be on leave forever.” 

“I know. I’ll think about it.” 

You hang up and pluck the earbud out. Ugh, you’re covered in dirt and dust. You don’t have time to go home and shower. You knew you wouldn’t. You have to be at the venue before everyone else. You can change there and try to wash up in the sink. Whatever, no one’s going to be looking at you anyway. It’s Peggy’s night. Yay. 

You lock the fence and tug one last time to make sure it’s secure. You drag your boots across the thinning grass to your car parked on a stretch of gravel. You drop inside and hit start. You connect to the bluetooth and get some tunes going. You buckle your seat belt as you check the mirrors. You’re probably going to have to speed there. 

You back out as the music blares from the speakers. It’s not loud enough to drown out your thoughts. Why did you agree to this? Peggy doesn’t even like you. Oh, but she likes Steve. She is his girlfriend and you are only his best friend. You’re supportive. You keep your mouth shut and smile. 

Ugh. You squeeze the wheel until your knuckles hurt. You know why you offered to help plan the surprise. You’re pathetic but you’re not delusional. It meant you got more time with him. There hasn’t been much of that since Peggy came along, not just the two of you. 

Classic, isn’t it? In love with your best friend. Friends since college. Friends forever, you vowed naively, thinking that forever would never come. Nothing lasts that long, you can only hope to outlast Peggy. 

And if you don’t, maybe this crush will finally run its course. 

💟

Red and white streamers decorate a long table set with trays. There’s a banner over it that reads ‘Happy Birthday, Peggy’, and a stack of gifts already forming in the corner. Guests drift in with anticipation as you hurry around to check off all the items on your list. 

You fix a small vase of flowers, trying to hide the droopy one in the back, and tug a wrinkle out of a tablecloth. You smile and wave at those who are early as you weave between them. You pull out your phone and lean it on the clipboard angle in the crook of your elbow. They’re on their way, okay. Keep it cool. 

As you come to the kitchen door, you nearly collide with someone else. Sam touches your arm gently as he keeps you from tripping backward. You gasp and hug the clipboard with a wobbly grin. 

“Hey,” you greet breathily, “you’re here.” 

You look down at the guest list and check him off. 

“Ah, figured I’d make an appearance,” he kids, “Rogers would take it pretty rough if his best pal wasn’t here.” 

“Please, don’t start that with Bucky again,” you warn as you point the pen in his direction, “the two of you, in fact, are seated separately.” 

“No fun!” He whines dramatically. 

You scrunch your lips at him and peer around. Yes, none of this has been fun. Caterers, servers, tables, space, food! Yes, you were going to check on the cake. Your sole squeaks as you twist sharply and go to slam your hand into the door. 

“Hey,” Sam blocks your way with his arm, “before you disappear, you’re still wearing your boots.” He points to your feet, “in case you’re wondering about the snail trail.” 

He sweeps his finger up in a gesture alluding to your previous path. You glance over at the dirt littered in your stead then down at your dusty boots. You sigh and hang your head back. 

“Fuck!” You snarl. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll find a broom,” he assures you, “while you take a breath. You need it.” 

“I can’t, Sam, they’re already on their way. I still have to get everyone in their place and… quiet,” you scowl, “ugh, this is gonna be so bad. I don’t know what I’m doing.” 

“So… why’d you do it?” He asks as he drags his hand away from the doorframe. You look at him and blink slowly. You shrug. 

“I’m a good friend,” you insist. 

He gives a skeptical hum and nods, “sure are,” he grumbles, “too good, if you ask me.” 

You throw up your hand before turning into the kitchen. You don’t have time to worry about him. Is he jealous that you’re helping Steve so much? Or does he know something else? You don’t let the seed sprout as you nearly cry out at the sight of the cake. 

A pink bow. Jeez. Of course. You check the cake off your list, nearly tearing through the paper. It’s better than nothing, even if Peggy never settles for less than the best. 

There’s no time to complain or send it back. Your phone vibrates again. Five minutes. Your heart is racing. Why? This isn’t even your party. You just want it to be perfect for Steve. You hate to disappoint him. Ever. 

You really shouldn’t care that much but you do. Like so many other things in your life. 

💟

The crowd can't keep quiet. There's a low buzz that ripples through the guests. A wave of anticipation that's spread like a deadly virus. 

You feel a nudge in your side and peek over as Bucky sends Sam a sneer and wriggles in place. Those two never let up. You hiss at them to quit and they look as guilty as a pair of unruly children. 

"He keeps tickling me," Bucky whispers. 

"No, I'm tryna fix his hair, look at this mess," Sam flicks a strand away from Bucky's cheek, "this is a nice event, Buck, not your living room." 

"Both of you," you warn.  

"You're bitching at me when Indiana Jones here brought the dig with her," Bucky mutters. 

You look down. Dammit. You still didn't change out of your boots. You roll your eyes. It's not about you. It's Steve's night. Er, Peggy's.  

You shake out your nerves and shake your head, "you two," you step behind Bucky and insert yourself between the men, "behave." 

"Yes, mom," Sam snickers as Bucky groans and tries to smooth the few shanks that have slipped free of his low ponytail. 

You exhale and give an exasperated look to the door. You really can't handle them on top of everything else. You just want this night to end already. All your hard work and you won't even get to enjoy any of it. 

"Everybody," Natasha hisses as she runs away from the doorway, "they're coming." 

The group quiets, as much as they can, a collective bated breath as you wait and listen. The lull is unbearable as the heat of the bodies around you pricks sweat down your neck and across your scalp. The door begins to open, almost as if in slow motion, and as the guest of honour is revealed, you cry out. 

"SURPRISE!" The eruption of the chorus has your head spinning as Peggy gives a melodramatic swoon, grabbing at Steve's arm as she leans on him heavily. 

She parts only to fan her eyes and squeal. "Oh my god, you guys!"  

She teeters on her heels as people holler happy birthday and her group of girlfriends flutter over to wrap her up in a cacophony of giggles and preening. You smile, a bittersweet twitch in your cheek as you watch her spin back to Steve and pull him into a kiss.  

You're happy for them really, proud to see all your effort come to fruition, but you just feel so hollow. For an instant, you think it should be you right there, gushing in glee over the celebration of another year, with Steve beside you.  

You gulp down the jealousy and wiggle your nose to ward away the tears. That's a stupid thought. If it hasn't happened in more than a decade, it's not going to happen now. 

💟

As the guests disperse into their own conversations, you finally manage to wade through to the happy couple. You approach with a small wave at Steve. He doesn't see you, he's watching Peggy as she chats with Natasha. 

"Hi," you call above the din, "so, you like it?" 

Steve turns to you, confusion stitching his forehead before he registers your questions. He nods and gives a smile, "it's amazing, you did so good!" 

The sparkle in his eyes, the perfect line of his jaw, the way he's looking at you, it makes your heart rend. You tilt your head and dig your toe into the floor bashfully, "thanks. I'm so happy to see it come together." 

"Um, the cake," he brings his index finger up, "I was hoping to bring it out soon." 

"Er, yeah, it's back in the kitchen. About that–" 

"Great," he claps your shoulder and brushes by you, "just gonna put the finishing touches on it." 

"Hm, what do you–" 

He's gone before you can finish your question. You deflate just a little, setting your feet flat as you sway aimlessly. The motion hooks Peggy's attention. You give a sheepish smile as you wring your hands. 

"Oh, uh, just came over to wish you a happy birthday," you chirp, "are you enjoying it?" 

"Ah, I didn't see you here, I thought maybe you were busy…" she gives a pointed look to your boots, "working." 

"Um, yeah, no," you fidget, "always happy to come support you two." 

"Where is Steve?" She gazes past you, shouldering by dismissively, "he was just…." 

Right. You nod and flit away in embarrassment. You can't say you ever got along with Peggy. Where you're accommodating, she's a bit too demanding. Different people, but you don't dislike her. You just don't mesh. Or perhaps it's just that you don't get what Steve sees in her. Especially when you're right there. 

Enough. This isn't about you or your stupid dumb heart. Just smile and go with it. 

The kitchen door swings open, a noise barely discernible above the hue, and the rattling wheels of a cart underline the steady drone. A lull washes over the crowd as they part. You move with the tide and face the sudden divide. 

A hush falls over the room as Steve pushes the cake across the floor. He stops before Peggy as she faces him, another feigned pout of surprise. He grins proudly at her as you stare curiously at the top of the cake. 

"Oh, pink?" She comments on the fondant bow as her eyes flick over to you. She quickly corrects herself an admires the double tiered dessert, "Steve, it's so pretty." 

You know she hates the colour. You recall the one time you wore a pink bow in your hair and she made a similar comment. Cute, she remarked in her roundabout way in her oh so sophisticated accent. 

You manufacture a smile and step closer as Steve beckons to the guest. Tension stills the air, almost paralyzing the crowd. You squint at the heart shaped box perched atop the bow. 

"Is this for me?" Peggy asks if it's not obvious. 

Steve nods, his cheeks tinting pink, as you notice how he wipes his palms on his pants. Peggy delicately takes the box from the pedestal of fondant and your ribs ache from the pounding of your heart. You curl your fingers until your nails dig into your skin as you watch him kneel beside her. 

She doesn't notice as she opens the box on its hinges. Her lips part and she stares at the contents. She looks over at Steve to find him on his knee and she claps her hand over her mouth. Her eyes gleam as she whimpers his name through her fingers. 

The scene hazes behind your tears as you stare wide eyed. Your ears ring as Steve's voice is dulled by your shock. 

"Margaret Elizabeth Carter," Steve's timbre warble just a bit, "will you make me the happiest man on earth?" 

You don't wait for her answer. You already know it. It's the very same you give in every outlandish dream you've ever had of your happy ending. You spin and storm through the crowd, blind with horror and self-pity. 

Surprise! Your whole world is crashing into pieces. 

[planetpedri]

About you — Pablo Gavi.

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Fem!Reader

Summary: It’d been two months since Gavi asked out Lucia, two months since you’d talked to him. Two long, dreadful months. But the no contact hadn’t lasted any longer, because when the clock hit 11:40, Gavi was standing outside your door in the pouring rain, begging to talk.

Word count: 860

Disclaimer/s: this is a part two to Casual ! Angst to a hopeful ending.

A/N: this is sooo long overdue apologies..

Your house was deadly silent as you paced around, the only sound emitting throughout it was the thunder outside. Your deadline for a transfer request was in an hour, and you couldn’t make up your mind. You needed to escape, to get far away from this city. From him. But a small part of you just couldn’t make up your mind.

On one hand, the transfer to Paris gave you tons of new opportunities, but that also meant leaving all your family to live in a country you didn’t know. On the other.. that meant you could start over. Live a life free of Pablo, free of torment, and most of all, it gave you time to yourself.

As if could ever truly be free from him. As if you could ever forget him.

Twenty minutes. You had twenty minutes to accept. Hesitantly walking toward the computer, the screen shining brightly, showing the two emails you’d typed out. One accepting, the other declining.

You lick your lips, reaching toward the send button, when a knock sounds at your door. Jumping slightly, you turn around, facing the wooden door in surprise.

Without thinking, your feet move for you, dragging you toward it. Your hands too move for you, unlocking and opening the door.

In front of you is someone who’d been on your mind nonstop for years, more-so in the last few months. He was drenched from head to toe, his hoodie clinging to him as the light grey had long since turned dark. He looked like a wet puppy. How long had he been standing there?

He says your name, urgent and afraid. “Please don’t go.”

Please don’t go.

Confusion flashes across your face, how did he even find out? “What?” You choke out, heart pounding in your chest. “How—get inside. You’re going to get pneumonia.” You grumble, swinging the door wide open and stepping aside.

Pablo does as told, taking hesitant steps into the warmth of your entry way. The door had only just clicked shut when he begins to speak again, “There is so much I want to say to you, but first, I need to say i’m sorry.” He’s breathing heavily, as if he’d just run a marathon.

Mouth opening to speak, to insist he shut up, you’re the one being shut down. “No! Let me get it out! Lucia and I—we broke up. Well, she broke up with me. Said, ‘I couldn’t love her when I still clearly loved you.’ And I realized then how badly I fucked things over. Because,” he sucks in a deep breath, whispering your name like it was the most delicate thing in the world, “fuck, I love you. I love you, and i’m sorry I couldn’t admit that till I already fucked things up.”

Your mouth opens and closes for what must’ve been a hundred times, stunned by his sudden confession. “Pablo—“

“Please, don’t go to Paris. I can’t let you get away again. I need you here. I need you to stay.” His eyebrows scrunch together as he looks at you, “I need you.” He says it slowly, making sure you latched on to every syllable.

With your chest rising and falling in uneven intervals, your eyes flicker across his face. He’s desperate, like losing you would physically end him. A look only comparable to when he’d torn his ACL.

“Oh, fuck.” You groan, “oh fuck you. Why are you doing this to me? After all this time—why when i’m just about to move on. Why couldn’t you do this before I figured my shit out.”

“Because I was—I am stupid. I’m an idiot, but i’m here now. I’m here, in front of you, begging you to stay.” He pleads with his eyes, with his hands, that were twitching at his sides, trying not to hold you, with his voice.. “I’ll get on my knees, i’ll do anything. Just please, please stay.”

Closing your eyes for a moment, you try to think logically. You try to think about how much you wanted this for so long, but also how badly he’d hurt you.. Do you trust your head or your heart?

But at the end of the day, the heart always won.

“Okay.” You finally say, nodding your head slowly. “I’ll stay.” You glance at the clock on the wall a few feet away, it was 12:01. “Not like I had a choice, the deadline just passed.”

Pablo lets out a sigh of relief, one that had your eyes narrowing. “Don’t sound too upset about it.” You quip, though your voice lacked amusement.

“Sorry.” He mumbles. “So—“

“You make my life so difficult.” Grumbling, you motion for him to follow you, “you need to take a warm shower, i’ll find you something to change into. I do not want to get a cold because of you.”

With a little pep in his step, Pablo trails behind you. “Okay, so what does this mean? Am I forgiven or..”

“Well, no! But you’re getting there.” You reply simply, knowing deep down he’d been forgiven the moment he uttered those five words. ‘I love you, i’m sorry.’

I just tagged everyone who asked for a part two, apologies ^_^

DTS , @halfwayhearted @pabl0andm3 @gadriezmannsgirl @spidybaby @alexis1taylorr @htpssgavi

[mj0702]

The other Bronze – Pt. 19

Without looking back you just sprinted away from Keira who watched you cut through the crowd and took a deep breath before turning around after she lost sight of you. And oh boy she wasn't wrong with what she expected to see – Lucy was pissed. Her whole body was basically shaking with anger and Keira was grateful for the glass door that divided the two of them for the moment. Keira wasn't scared of Lucy by all means but she also knew that both Bronzes – Lucy and y/n – can get quiet unfair when being emotional. So she took another deep breath before scanning her own ticket entering the tunnelway to the plane

“I'm not talking to you when you come at me like this nor will I deal with this whole issue in the middle of Boarding while others are around” the blonde calmly said before stepping around Lucy continuing walking towards the plane

“What the fuck is going on?” Lucy asked her voice shaking with anger and she was straight in Keiras face

“Keira Fae Walsh” your sister growled trying to grab Keiras wrist to suddenly found herself blocked by Irene

“Let's get home first Lucy...” the spanish player said calmly

Normally not one to get involved into clearly family stuff but as the quiet observant Irene was she saw what Keira did there and obviously Keira only wanted to make you happy. Irene never was someone who was always outgoing like say Mapí or Pina she usually stayed back and just observe. It was clear to her that after what happened in Barcelona just before the international break you needed more time away from the catalan city. It wasn't obvious to Lucy, Mapí, Pina or even Alexia but Irene saw you slightly flinch every time someone would mention Barcelona. You obviously needed distance to overcome whatever was still bothering you. So she did something very unusual for her – she stepped in and got involved.

“I need to get my sister” Lucy suddenly felt a wave of panic wash through her and quickly turned around “... she's still a baby she can't be in a big ass airport by herself”

“Lucy...” Irene said soothingly grabbing the defender by her forearm “... she's a young growing woman – she's not a toddler anymore. We both know who she sprinted after so she isn't alone and you need to trust her... I know it's hard – believe me I know better than anyone. You want to keep her safe and secure and keep the rough world away and make it as easy as you can for them – but they grow up and learn to walk and talk and as hard as it is you need to let them Lucy. When Mateo took his first steps it was the proudest and scariest moments in my life – I was proud he walked and at the same time I was so scared something happens to him. But even if they fall and get hurt – you need to let them Lucy... trust your sister – she's a good kid and has a good head on her shoulders”

“She's fragile right now” your sister tried again weakly

“And you think it's getting better if you force her back to the place where it happened?” the spaniard asked knowing Lucy was just hurting a little too

“I can protect her” Lucy swallowed hard trying to not let her teammate see the tears that were starting to pool in her eyes “I can make it right again”

“We all know that Lucia... we know you can protect her – but right know she doesn't need you to protect her. She needs you to understand that she needs time away. She's save Lucy and that's the only thing that matters”

“I know Irene... I know that she's save.... but it's so hard to let her go” your sister was on the edge of tears standing a little to the side with her teammate while other passengers walked passed uninterested

“Trust me Lucy... I understand you... I understand you better than anyone but you brought her up to be an amazing woman... you let to set her free Lucy – as hard as it is” Irene tried to consult her obviously upset friend “Let others see too that there's another amazing Bronze out there”

“Yeah... yeah okay” Lucy took a deep breath “Thank you Irene”

“No need Lucy – I know how you feel... it's the same feeling I get every day when I drop off Mateo at the kindergarten and he just runs off without even saying Bye because he needs to show his friends his new toy” Irene chuckled pulling Lucy in for a hug

“She didn't run off to show G her toys” Lucy chuckled back through her tears as she hugged her teammate back

“Oh you never know... she's probably showing Georgia her grown up toys” the spanish grinned as she let go of Lucy and turned around to finally board the plane leaving a flabbergasted Bronze behind

“No she's not!!! She's a baby!!!” your sister yelled after Irene a minute later after she collected herself earning strange looks from people going past and further down the tunnel you could hear Irenes laughter

“G!!!! WAIT!!!” you yelled spotting the blond ponytail from your girlfriend as you did your best not to run into someone

You saw Georgia turn around a confused and shocked look on her face thinking she started hallucinating hearing your voice calling out for her. But no – there you were jumping (not) so gracefully over a trolley sprinting towards her. Your girlfriend had mere seconds to collect herself before she saw you launching herself in Georgias arms. Just as you knew your girlfriend caught you with ease but she had to use the momentum to spin you around so you both didn't end up on the floor.

“What are you doing?” Georgia asked slightly panicked “Please don't tell me you ran away because seriously y/n... your sister is going to kill me for real – that's if she's faster than Keira”

“No... no don't worry... I didn't run away – Keira and Sarina rebooked me ticket... I get a small getaway in Munich... that's... if you'll have me” you quickly explained smiling but you'll make sure to drop your voice at the end so bystanders wouldn't hear it

“What...? Yeah... yeah of course” your girlfriends face changed from confused to widely grinning

“Good... I kinda start missing Jill... she's so unintentionally funny” you grinned after your girlfriend put you down again

“Scuse me?” the blonde looked at you offended “What you mean you miss Jill??”

“Oh my Mrs. Stanway... do I detect some jealousy?” you teased your girlfriend keeping your voice low while you move towards the boarding queue

“No... just interest” Georgia tried but you saw right through her

“Interest my ass” you snorted while you handed a Stewardess your ticket happy that the light turned green after she scanned it “Everyone thinks your this easy going persona... in reality you're possessive, dominant and jealous...”

“... and yet still you love me” your girlfriend husked in your ear standing behind you

“That I do... also... you make me laugh” you mumbled back smirking to yourself “But so does Jill”

You couldn't stop the little squeal when Georgia pinched your side and you just started to laugh. You already felt so more at ease for just being with your girlfriend that you set yourself a mental reminder to get the biggest fruit baskets for Mama Rina and Keira that you could find. You steadily moved forward and stepped into the plane that would fly you to Munich when it hit you and you suddenly turned around to Georgia

“I don't feel good” you said a little panicked and try to push past Georgia who just grabbed you gently and turned you back around towards the plane

“It's okay Baby” your girlfriend murmured next to your ear “I'm with you the whole time...”

“No G... I don't FEEL good” you pressed while you got pushed forward gently

“It's not a long flight Baby” Georgia tried to calm you down again smiling slightly at the Stewardess “... she's a little nervous about flying”

“Oh don't worry Miss... our planes are on the newest safety standards and flying is even safer than driving” the Stewardess smiled politely

“Driving... that's it... we're driving... let's go” you rambled trying to turn around again for Georgia to sigh and keep pushing you forward

“No... I have training tomorrow afternoon... we can't drive” your girlfriend said calmly pushing you through the tight aisle and you already felt your chest tighten

“G” you said your voice trembling

“It's okay Baby... nothing will happen I promise” Georgia said soothingly stopping you at your seats “We take off, have a nice conversation about how you miss.. Jill... and then we already land... easy peasy – like the win over Spain”

“G” you said again desperately your panic rising

“You're safe Baby” your girlfriend mumbled quietly pushing you into the middle seat at your row before taking her own seat at the aisle

“No G... I don't feel good... I feel if I'm gonna throw up” you whispered your eyes fixed on the seat in front of you

“Oh...” Georgia said a little lost “.... ehrm.. you haven't eaten this morning.... wait... I still have a cereal bar”

“No please don't make me eat anything” you begged your girlfriend but she was already out of her seat searching her little carry-on bag for said cereal bar

“Here... eat that... you don't have to chew just bite some off and swallow it” your girlfriend held the bar right under your nose smiling encouraging

The smell alone made you heave and you pushed her hand away

“Baby please... I beg you” you looked at her with pleading eyes

“No... you eat that cereal and then you feel better.. it'll help your nerves Baby” Georgia said her voice low and caring

“I'm not...” you started but she interrupted you

“... hungry I know...” your girlfriend rolled her eyes “... for me... please?”

“You better keep your stomach in check because I'm 87.94% sure I'm gonna throw up” you mumbled as you grabbed the cereal bar as if it personally insulted you

“Thank you” Georgia said before checking her surroundings quickly then pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek

“Yeah yeah” you mumbled opening the snack and biting into it “That's disgustingly sweet”

“Yeah sorry... it's white chocolate/strawberry” your girlfriend smiled apologetic

“You KNOW I hate white chocolate” you whined but didn't get very far as Georgia pushed the bar back into your mouth and the safety instructions started

“I don't know why they do that every flight... if we crash we crash” you mumbled with a full mouth

“There are still people who never flown and not every crash is deadly” your girlfriend mumbled back not paying attention herself already having her tablet out looking for a movie to distract you during the flight

“Still...” you mumbled taking another bite from the cereal bar chewing it aggressively

Georgia chuckled lowly laying her hand on your knee in a calming manner stopping your leg from bouncing nervously

“Okay... we're about to take off... take my hand” your girlfriend said quietly offering her hand

“I've flown alone before...” you grumbled but take her hand nonetheless

“Oh I know you did... just wanted to give a reasonable excuse to hold my hand” Georgia smirked

“I kinda missed the sneaking around” you mused squeezing her hand tightly feeling your nerves rising again as the plane rolled onto the runway

“You're doing great Baby...” Georgia whispered and ran her thumb over your knuckles

“G... my stomach is acting up.. I think... bad feeling” you mumbled your voice strained

“Just nerves babe.... relax... tell me about Barcelona” your girlfriend tried to distract you

“It's hot there... so so hot G... the weather isn't bad either” you said nonchalantly and your girlfriend bursted out laughing

“So... who looks best in a bikini?” Georgia smirked mentally congratulating herself for succeeding with her distraction plan

“All of them” you quickly said “Ratings... Bonmatí is a 9 – she had one of these big white hats on.. kind of a turn off... but still... a 9... Princess Norwegian is a 10 – she's a full package... I kinda digged that dark blue bikini... Lucy probably could've pulled that one off too – she got a nice tan... apparently without lines”

“Ew... too much” your girlfriend pulled a face

“... yeah... that's what I said... who else was there.. uh... tweedledee... a 8.5 – she definitely has the body for it but the bikini was a little... boring... tweedledumb... a 7.8... she small and I really don't get the printed bikinis you know... why would you wear somethings with pineapples on it?” you looked at Georgia confused who chuckled shrugging her shoulders “... then you have Ona... I don't really want to rate her – I saw her naked... okay I saw her back and ass naked... ugh” you shuddered “... I thought I forgot about that”

“Sorry to open old wounds” Georgia smirked and you saw that she wasn't sorry at all

“You're nooo...” you started but then you felt the plane pick up speed feeling the unmistakable little jump when the plane started to take off

“It's okay... look at me...” your girlfriend calmly said feeling you squeeze her hand to the point where she was sure you'd brake it “... Baby... look at ME”

“I hate it..” your breathing starting to get quicker as you turned your head looking into your girlfriends brown eyes

“It's all good... you're doing amazing...” Georgia said lowly holding your stare until she felt you relax and lighten your squeeze “How does Lucy deals with it when she's with you?”

“Keira always gives me these Vitamin gummies” you mumbled

“Vitamin gummies?” your girlfriend asked confused and there was the well-known “pling” as the seatbelt sign went off

“I love you... but move” you quickly opened your seatbelt basically climbing over her

“What... where are you... y/n” Georgia looked puzzled after you as you speed walked down the aisle before she quickly tried to get after you but forgot that she still had her seatbelt on

You quickly made it into the tiny bathroom just in time to hunch over the toilet and empty your stomach content into it. Your girlfriend squeezed in behind you as you felt a new wave of nausea hit you and you crouched over the bowl again heaving again

“Oh god” you heard behind you and heard Georgia dry heave

“Get out” you pressed out

“No no... I'm going to help you” your girlfriend said her voice strained

“G... you're a sympathy puker... GET. OUT” you said before heaving out there

“You need...” another heave “Help”

“I need you to get out” you said before getting hit by another wave which caused you to vomit again

To your surprise your girlfriend stayed the whole time holding your hair and rubbed over your back soothingly. When you thought you were done you sat down your back against the cold wall and you looked up towards Georgia. The blonde still held your hair loosely but she looked in the complete different way than you were in. It made you smiled lightly before you remembered where you sat and you quickly jumped up already shuddering thinking about all the gems that were now on you.

“I'm done.... I don't think there's anything left” you mumbled

“Thank god” your girlfriend sighed out “What do you need?”

“A bottle of water to wash my mouth... and some spearmint” you said slowly “... and some disinfectant”

“Wait here... I go to the stewardess” Georgia said and out of routine she leaned forward wanting to press a kiss to your mouth but you stopped her just in time with your hand against her chest

“Yeah I don't think so” you said pushing her backwards

“Sorry... habit” your girlfriend mumbled ashamed before disappearing

A few minutes later you heard a quiet knock on the door and you tiredly opened it to see the pitiful face of your girlfriend

“Do not pity me Stanway” you said exhausted “Told you I hate flying”

“I just wish there was more I could do” Georgia said sadly

“You did more then everyone ever before...” you whispered accepting the bottle of water gratefully

“More than Lucy?” your girlfriend perked up

“Lucys asleep before we hit the runway... especially with early flights...” you mumbled after you rinsed your mouth twice

“Keira?” Georgia tried

“I never let her in” you admit and in this second Georgia realized how special this moment was – even if it costed it her whole willpower not to puke on your back

“I'll always take care of you... lets go back to our seats – you can rest some and I'll wake you up when we're landing okay” the blonde whispered and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead

“Kay... sounds good” you mumbled exhaustion clear in your voice as you let her lead you back to your seats

“Baby... wake up” Georgia shook you slightly as the captain told the crew to prepare for landing “... we're landing”

“Hm?” you grumbled your eyes slowly opening as you looked around confused

“We're landing... nearly home” your girlfriend smiled lovingly pushing you in a normal seating position

“Home?” you asked the sleep thick in your voice

“Yeah... just landing, getting our luggage and getting home...” Georgia confirmed intertwining your hands

“Good... I'm really hungry now” you answered still not fully aware of your surroundings

“I bet... nothing left in your stomach huh” your girlfriend chuckled

“Nope... dropped it somewhere over... I don't know.. maybe Berlin” you shrugged your shoulders getting more awake by the minute

“We didn't fly over Berlin” Georgia laughed

“Then some other German city... hope they didn't get offended or flashbacks...” you bit out and suddenly you felt the wheels of the plane connect with the runway in Munich “.... we're... already down”

“Yes... knew it would help to let you sleep as long as possible” your girlfriend grinned proudly

“I didn't sleep” you mumbled grumpy

“The patch of drool on me shoulder says something different” Georgias grin widen

“You probably spilled something on yourself” you huffed and rolled your eyes for good measure

“Mhm” your girlfriend grinned like a maniac now

“Hate you” you grumbled

“No you don't...” the blonde laughed and pressed a subtle kiss to your temple as the plane got in it's final parking position

“When do you have to be back at training?” you asked as you opened your seatbelt and nudged your girlfriend to do the same

“Tomorrow at 4....” Georgia answered as she stood up getting your carry-ons from the overhead cabs

“Sooooo... we have the rest of today AND tomorrow morning to our selves?” you grinned

“Oh god woman... what have you planned now?” your girlfriend exclaimed scared

“I'll break your knees if you call me “woman” ever again” you growled but Georgia saw the glint in your eyes before you playfully push her forward

“Why does baggage always takes so long??” you whined

“They unload about a 100 bags... relax Babe” Georgia said sitting in one of the chairs opposite to your baggage carousel turning on her phone “Text your sister that you're still alive”

“I'll text Kei later...” you answered starting to pace again

“Babe please... text Lucy so she knows I didn't kill you... she hates me anyway I don't want her to have stuff to add on top” your girlfriend pleaded

“Lucy... might not be happy with me either at the moment” you said carefully

“What? Why?” Georgia asked confused looking up from her phone

“She... didn't know about... this” you waved your hand around

“She WHAT now????” your girlfriend shot out of her seat

“It was Keira and Sarina... I didn't know either... Keira pushed Lucy through tickets before me and then told me... so Lucy was already through and just saw me... running off.... so I doubt me texting her will help our case” you confessed scratching your neck

“Oh dear jesus Mary mother of god” your girlfriend groaned “... she'll kill me... she'll think it was my idea.... she's probably already on her way to Munich... but... Munich is a big city... she'll never find me... I just... I... WitSec... do they have Witness Protection in Germany?”

“G... calm down... she won't... Keira wouldn't let it happen – Keira is in our corner and she's basically the only One who will get away with it because she's the only One who can make Lucy see reason...” you grabbed your girlfriends shoulders shaking her slightly “... and Witsec is American... so I don't think they have that here”

“Okay... yes... yes you're right” Georgia took a deep breath before her eye shot open wide in shock “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.... hide me”

“Huh??” you asked confused as G already started to pull you behind a pole positioning you in front of her as she crouched down “G?”

“Ssssshhhh...” she shushed you peaking out around your waist “If she sees me I'm fucked”

“Who??” you whisper yelled

“Oh Georgia” you suddenly heard a sing song from the other side of the pole and you saw all color leave your girlfriends face

“Shit” you heard Georgia swear before she pushed you to the side sprinting off

Next thing you knew a flash of blonde came around the pole and sprinting past you. You were confused to know end seeing a blonde woman chasing your girlfriend around the baggage carousel

“What the fuck?” you mumbled to yourself watching how Georgia quickly cut a corner and jumped over some seats

“This an ex??” you asked loudly as your girlfriend was near you not knowing what to make out of this scenario

“God NO” Georgia yelled back jumping up when she saw that woman coming in for a slide tackle

“Crazy fan?” you tried again grabbing for information

“Something like that” your girlfriend answered before coming to a skitting halt next to you pulling you quickly in front of her using you as a human shield

“Talk to me woman” you growled seeing the other blonde walking over to you

“Magdalena Lilly Eriksson!!! I DARE you!!” you suddenly heard from your right and when you turned your head you saw an angry even blonder woman pointing aggressively towards the blonde woman in front of you

“But...” the slight darker blonde whined

“What the fuck is going on here??” you asked with a mixture of confusion and anger

“SHE” the darker blonde pointed at Georgia who was still hiding behind you “Ate my last Kanelbullar... and THEN she just fucked off”

“I swear I didn't know it was the last” your girlfriend piped up from behind you

“She what now??” you asked baffled

“Okay... stop... that poor girl is losing her mind right now” the lighter blonde said sternly turning towards you “Hi... my name is Pernille Harder... this hothead over there is my girlfriend Magdalena Eriksson... we play with Georgia at Bayern”

“Hardersson...” you exclaimed after a second that you needed to process that information “... I heard of you before”

“Yes... that's us” Pernille smiled warmly “And you... are?”

“Uh uh.. sorry... I swear Keira taught me manners.... y/n Bronze” you extended your hand to Pernille “... the best kept Secret in the Soccer world as it seems... or the better looking, younger and smarter Bronze”

Pernille grabbed your hand shaking it while she laughed heartwarmingly

“I do remember you... you were Lucys shadow when City played Chelsea...” the Danish smiled

“Now I'm just her pain in the ass... I upgraded meself” you grinned back which set off a fresh round of laughter

“So Pernille... Harder... better part of Hardersson... what do I call you?” you asked stumbling a little over your words

“P is just fine...” the lighter blonde laughed

“Okay... P... WHAT exactly is the problem here and why is Stanway using me as a human shield?” you asked teasing

“G ate Magdas last Kanelbullar... it's a Swedish... I would like to say dessert but they eat it at whatever time they feel like it... so I just say Swedish dish...” the Danish explained while her girlfriend had the biggest scowl on her face “Oh stop it Magda – I know for a fact that you stuffed your face with Kanelbullar the second your feet touched Swedish ground”

“That's NOT the point...” the swede grunted “... and how do you know about that anyway?”

“Frido AND Stina” Pernille waved off “... not to mention all the complaints from Zečira about all the crumbs in her bed...”

“These backstabbing...” the swede grumbled before her gaze locked on your girlfriend again “... you still...”

“Magda leave her alone...” Pernille said warningly and as much of a hard ass Magda was on the field – when her girlfriend used this tone she knew to listen

“Okay... for the stupid english over here” you pointed at yourself “... G ate what?”

“Kanelbullar” Magda grumbled “MY Kanelbullar”

“WHAT. IS. THAT??” you looked at the swede talking overly slowly like the blonde didn't speak fluent english

“It's a Swedish delicacy” the swede looked at you like you were stupid

“You guys stuff your face with fish that makes the whole WORLD puke... you could end wars with that stuff” you exclaimed “... so don't just say “Swedish delicacy”... EXPLAIN it”

“Ey... Surtrömming is eatable... you just need to wait after you opened the tin” Magda looks at you offended

“Okay.... you obviously don't get me” you said turning around fixing your girlfriend with a glare “You ate her last what now??”

“Kanel...” Georgia started

“If you just repeat that word I'll break your kneecaps...” you sneered your nostrils flared

“It's a Swedish... yeah.. zimtschnecke” your girlfriend quickly explained a little scared of you

“a what?” you started to lose your patience

“Zimtschnecke... you know... like Nussschnecke... just with... Zimt” Georgia looked at you lost shrugging her shoulders

“A WHAT??” your breathing picked up significantly as you heard Pernille chuckle behind you

“You ate that before! I saw you eat it” your girlfriend tried to calm you down

“Georgia” you heard Pernille chuckle “... maybe you should try to explain in english... you just used German... she doesn't look like she speaks German”

“Oh... OH” your girlfriends eyes widen “Cinnamon rolls... I ate her last cinnamon roll”

“Oh for god fucking sakes... all THAT because of a cinnamon roll???” you asked baffled

“She likes her cinnamon rolls” Georgia smiled apologetic

“Here...” you turned around to the Swedish player pulling a fiver out of your pockets “... buy yourself some cinnamon rolls... kindergarten.. seriously”

Magda was about to grab the money as Pernille just cleared her throat behind her girlfriend and the Swedish smiled at you

“That's very nice but not necessary... but thank you very much” Magda smiled strained which made her look like she has a stroke

“Suit yourself.... Stanway... luggage...” you grumbled not ready to deal with more bullshit and your girlfriend knew that – that why she stumbled away as quickly as possible trying to find your twos bags.

“I like you little Bronze” Pernille smiled “... good to know someone has at least some control over Georgia”

“She just scared of Lucy” you shrugged your shoulders watching your girlfriend – now in company of Magda – running around the baggage belt looking for your bag

“Because she's sleeping with her baby sister?” the Danish smirked

“Don't know what you're talking about” you said nonchalantly

“Oh but you do... but it's okay.... not all of us are as comfortable showing their relationship as Mags and I.. it's okay...” the Danish said warmly “... but I saw the way G looked at you... I KNOW that there's something going on”

“There's nothing going on...” you said neutral “... not for the next 14 month, 2 weeks and 9 days...”

“Oh really...” Pernille looked at you surprised “... and why is that?”

“That's the day I turn 18” you shrugged your shoulders your eyes still on your girlfriend

“Oh damn...” the Danish caught on immediately

“So... no.. there's nothing going on... we're just friends” you said but Pernille heard the strain in your voice

“Look at me” the blonde said a little more stricter and waited until you looked her in the eyes “I know we don't know each other but I won't tell a single soul and as long as it's just me and Magda around you two can be as open and as touchy as you want to be... you two love each other and we're not judging anyone... so if you want I would like to grab dinner sometimes... just the four of us”

“Thank you” you whispered gratefully “and dinner sounds go.... wait... we're getting take out right? No way I'm eating that Swedish fish”

“I'll cook... Magda would just burn down the house” the Danish laughed out loud

“G's the same... Keira told me they banned her from using the toaster because she nearly sat their shared apartment in Manc on fire... she tried to shortcut making fish fingers.... she didn't do them in the oven like every normal person but put them in the toaster and the toaster basically exploded” you told Pernille shrugging your shoulders unimpressed

“Magda managed to burn down the water cattle” Pernille smirked

“Wha... HOW?” your head snapped in the blondes direction shocked

“She didn't close the lid properly and it kept boiling.... and boiling... and boiling... until there was nothing left to boil except for itself” the Danish smirked at your expression

“We should get Bayern media team to make them cook and put it out there...” you grinned “... I mean she already gets shit for the half-Jamaican thing...”

“Please no... they probably injure themselves so badly they can't play anymore and you know we have Champions League coming up” Pernille said

“.... after maybe?” you mused innocently

“No...” the Danish said firmly and you huffed disappointed

“Ba... y/n... I found your bag” you girlfriend came running over dragging your bag behind her like an excited golden retriever

“Good job” you cooed “... I'll make sure Pernille gets you a cookie”

“Why me?” the blonde looked at you frazzled

“I'm not getting in trouble with our Health and Nutrition Coach” you lifted your hands in a surrounding matter “You're not English... she can't make you run laps”

“If Stanway gets a cookie I want one too.. I got our bags” Magda suddenly appeared behind Georgia

“No one gets cookies” Pernille sighed out

“Spoilsport” your girlfriend mumbled

“Glädjemördare” Magda mumbled at the same time just as disappointed as Georgia

“Excuse me Magda Eriksson?” Pernille raised her eyebrow at her girlfriend “You do realize we're dating long enough for me to actually speak and UNDERSTAND Swedish yes?”

“What did she dare you to?” you looked interested

“She didn't dare me to do anything?” the Danish looked at you confused

“She said gibberish gibberish dare” you said like it was clear what you meant

“No søde... she said “glädjemördare”... Swedish for “joy killer”...” Pernille laughed at your language confusion

“Great... another confusing language” you rolled your eyes “Can't you guys just stick with english?”

“I can teach you all the swear words... so you can annoy Frido” Magda grinned

“You will do no such thing” Pernille scolded her girlfriend

“You will absolutely do such thing” you grinned widely

“Ehrm... y/n?” Georgia looked at you

“Yeah??” you looked at her confused

“Home?” your girlfriend asked

“Yeah... day was emotionally exhausting” you said yawning

“Will we see you tomorrow at training?” Pernille asked you

“Think so...” you shrugged your shoulders “... apparently I'm not allowed exploring by meself anymore”

“I'm not taking any chances for you to end up at the botanic garden again” Georgia exclaimed (Note: the “old botanic garden” is one of the most dangerous parts of Munich)

“It was a mistake... your directions weren't clear” you defended yourself

“I told you ENGLISH garden... not botanical!!” Georgia bursted out

“It a garden isn't it???” you asked lost

“But the wrong one...” your girlfriend pressed quiet stressed

“Yeah... you shouldn't go there søde... it's really dangerous” Pernille said seriously

“It wasn't on purpose... Georgia talked about that beautiful garden and I just googled garden and that was the nearest one...” you defended yourself “And why are you calling me soda?”

“Søde...” the Danish corrected while she ushered all of you towards the exit “... Danish”

“Great... ANOTHER language...” you huffed as you exit the baggage area to get met with quite a large crowd of fans “Oh lovely... fans... a lot of them”

“You're not a fan?” the Danish blonde asked a little alarmed

“Not really no...” you shook your head falling back a little letting Georgia go in front “... had some not so nice interactions with them”

“Magda” Pernille pulled her girlfriend back “Make sure she's okay...”

“Yes ma'am” the swede nodded seriously

“Just stay with Magda... fans get really quiet around her because she always has this scowl on her face... she'll make sure you're save” the Danish told you and pushed you next to her girlfriend

The Swedish blonde laid her arm around your shoulders pulling you into her side which you surprisingly accepted gratefully and let her lead you towards the crowd of fans

“When it gets to much tug on my shirt okay... I get you out of there in seconds” Magda mumbled through her smile she put on for some pictures

“As long as they don't invade my space too much it should be okay” you said quietly “... or touch me...”

Georgia was already in full fan interaction mode, signing stuff, taking selfies, talking to the fans a little – full package. Pernille was also signing some Jerseys and pictures while Magda tried to keep you out of the middle of the crowd. Your girlfriend glanced up every five seconds to check if you're okay even tho she knew Magda was like a pit-bull when it comes to keep people safe – nearly as bad as Lucy. But just nearly. Lucy was a whole other level.

“Magda” you whispered and you saw how the swede turned her head lightly obviously waiting for you to continue while she took some more pictures “... getting too much”

Immediately you got pulled along through the crowd and sat in the next chair that was empty while some Police were slandering over asking if everything was okay. Of course they knew who Magda was so when she told them you were on the verge of a panic attack (so not true) they offered some protection. You were so SO grateful that Magda got you out of the bunch of crazies as you call them ever since you were little and some fans ran you over you to get some autographs from Lucy – got you a free ride in the ambulance and then seven stitches to the back of your head and a free concussion on top. Since that day Lucy made sure she either carried you (which heated up the rumors about you being her daughter) or sat you on top of the baggage trolley. Now Magda took over the responsibility to keep you safe and damn she took it seriously. There was a girl about your age that started her way over to her but one glare from Magda made her change directions quickly.

“Thank you” you mumbled a little ashamed

“No problem... I know they can get a lot sometimes – even if the Bayern fans are pretty well behaved... most of the times” the swede smiled sitting down next to you “... so... you're staying with G?”

“Yeah... needed some time off” you nodded

“Off what?” the blonde asked interested

“Barcelona” you said biting your lip

“Spanish people are something else huh” Magda kept the interaction light

“Yes... you could say that” you answered quietly

“I would love to see you at training tomorrow” the blonde said suddenly “.. you make her better”

“Huh?” you looked up confused

“Georgia... she's different when you're around... better different....” the blonde said “... in love different”

“Dear jesus lord have mercy” you sighed “... not you too – is it that obvious?”

“Not to people who haven't experienced love...” Magda smiled “... but the way you look at each other - that's love Busunge”

“Did you just insult me? It sounded like an insult” you looked baffled

“No...” the swede laughed “... it means “little rascal”...”

“Why is everyone giving me weird nicknames?” you wondered out loud

“Because you are loved... I've only known you for about half an hour but it feels like I've known you forever and I want to protect you.. you have a pure soul and people see that” Magda said calmly

“Okay... now it gotten weird” you mumbled looking over to your girlfriend “... I'm not confirming nor denying anything...”

“You don't need to...” the swede smiled laying her hand on your knee in silent support “... I already know... and don't worry – no one will hear a word from me”

“Thank you” you whispered thankfully as you saw your girlfriend approaching the two of you

“Ready to go home?” Georgia asked smiling herself

“Sí” you nodded standing up “Thank you Magda... it really means a lot”

“Always Busunge... Stanway... protect her with all you have” the blonde looked at Georgia seriously and G nodded curtly

Meanwhile Lucy, Keira and the Barca woman landed in Barcelona with Keira still ignoring her ex-girlfriend. After they all got their bags and said their goodbyes Keira put herself in Lucys way

“You with me... we have something to talk about” the blonde sneered keeping her voice low

“Ona drives me home” your sister said a little scared

“No she's not... I told you we're gonna talk” Keira said simply

“But...” Lucy tried again but got shot down with just one look

“Ona can come too if she wants to” the blonde said looking at her friend

“Ehrm...” the small spaniard rubbed the back of her neck “... I actually... yeah... uh... I have to pick Coco up... yes.. See you later Babe”

And with that she was gone and left Lucy fearing for her life. She saw that look on Keiras face once before – when fans were a little too excited to see the Lionesses and pushed you around and hurt you in progress. This look on Keiras face means business. The drive to Lucys apartment was short and not enjoyable for the england defender. The atmosphere in the car was icy at best and Lucy wrecked her brain what she could've done that would make her ex that angry

“Unlock” Keira simply said gesturing to the door which Lucy follow suit and quickly unlocked it pushing it open so the blonde could step inside before following

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Keira turned around looking even more furious than before after the door fell shut

“What?” your sister asked dumb folded

“I ask... WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE??” the blonde now outright yelled

“I... can't follow” Lucy said confused

“Who do you think you are sabotaging your sister relationship like this?” Keira asked again

“I didn't...” your sister started to defend herself

“Oh you fucking did and you know it... do you know that the WHOLE TEAM planned their little getaway from you Lucy... THE. WHOLE. FUCKING. TEAM... Sarina including... you didn't even noticed how hurt Bitsy was when you shooed G away every morning at breakfast. Or how sad she got when G didn't even take her hand when we were watching analysis... Or that six out of seven days y/n came to ME crying herself to sleep at night why YOU were so angry at her and G and she seriously thought about ending it so YOU would be her sister again and not some mental deranged cunt” now Keira got really angry

“Ehrm...” at this point Lucy was at loss for words

“... you didn't realize that hurtful look in Bitsys eyes whenever you pushed yourself in between them two... YOU didn't... the rest of the Team did and Sarina helped them... your own coach helped the Team to work something out which didn't benefit you, did it now?” the blonde kept talking ignoring Lucys attempts to interrupt her “... so again... who the hell do you think you are hurting them like that?”

“I... didn't mean too” your sister started “... I just... every time I saw G near her I got so so scared she'd hurt her”

“YOU were the one hurting her Lucy” Keira pressed again

“Not on purpose!!” Lucy exclaimed “But.. it's G you know...”

“It's G... exactly... the woman who loves Bitsy with all her heart... with all her being... with everything she has... the woman who jump off a building for her or walk the Antarctica in shorts... the woman who makes sure to give her more love than she can actually offer to make up for YOUR stupid behavior...” the blonde said seriously “... she LOVES her Lucy... it makes me so sad that you can't see what we all see... these two... they are their forever Lucy....”

“That's what we thought about ourselves too one time” your sister said just as serious

“We both know that's a lie... we both realized pretty quickly that we're not our forever... but they are Lucy... just like Ona and you... G is everything to Bitsy... and more” Keira said turning around before stopping again the door handle already in her hand “... everyone needs a G in their life Lucy... I hope you don't fuck it up with yours and see that she's your forever just like G is Bitsys”

With that Keira left leaving a gob smacked Lucy behind who used the next best cupboard to sit down

“Home sweet Home” you sighed as you stepped into Georgias flat after her “... and OCD clean as always”

“Had to clean before I left” your girlfriend mumbled looking through her mail

“Babe... I love you... but you ALWAYS clean... I swear we could do a surgery in here” you grinned as you walked into the kitchen opening the fridge “... we need to go shopping”

“God Damnit fucking fuck shit” you suddenly heard Georgia swear

“What happened?” you quickly walked into the living room not used to your girlfriend swearing so openly – the occasional “fuck” yes but that?!

“I got a speeding ticket!!” your girlfriend exclaimed upset holding the letter into your face

You didn't know how to react so you did the first thing that came to mind – you bursted out laughing as you took the letter from her looking at the little black and white picture on it

“What did that picture cost you Stanway?” you laughed

“You have to give it back so I can look” your girlfriend grumbled as you already handing the letter back “... 178,50€ and a one month suspension.... fuck”

“What does that mean?” you asked looking over her shoulder

“I have to hand in me license for a month....” Georgia was pissed now – pissed at herself

“You know that you could get better pictures of yourself from fans for free right... you didn't have to do a shooting that's so expensive” you grinned smugly

“Not in the mood Baby” your girlfriend growled

“Hey... G... Baby” you softly said seeing how tense her body was “... it happened okay... nothing you can do about it... it just means you have to go to training with public transport – or maybe someone can pick you up”

“It's not that... I'm pissed at meself” Georgia grumbled her Manchester accent coming in thick

“Shit happens... I can drive if you want” you shrugged your shoulders

“I'm not giving you my Audi... I saw what that stunt guy taught you” your girlfriend looked at you shocked

“So... public transport it is then... we need to go shopping” you shrugged your shoulders walking towards the bedroom and you heard Georgia groan loudly

“What's that?” you pointed at some weird looking steaming mass at the meat counter

“Leberkäse” Georgia said “It's translated to liver cheese but it hasn't got any cheese in there... it's just meat.. normally served warm in a bun with sweet mustard”

“Sounds.... yummy” you pulled a disgusted face but smiled as soon as the saleslady looked over

“It's not bad... you wanna try it?” your girlfriend shrugged her shoulders

“No thank you” you said shaking your head slightly

“You want something else to eat? Schnitzel or Bratwurst?” Georgia asked again getting excited that for once she's the one who knew all the food instead of you

“Can't we just get some vegs and make some pasta?” you looked at your girlfriend pleadingly

“Since when are you voluntarily eat vegetables?” the blonde looked at you confused

“This looks all so.... much” you said ashamed looking at the meat counter

“We can share a Bratwurst if you like... like.. to go and then make something at home” your girlfriend offered “.... cause I'm starving”

“You're always starving” you rolled your eyes “... but sounds good”

“Okay...” Georgia smiled turning towards the saleslady “Hallo... eine Bratwurt im Brötchen bitte”

“You sound like you're choking when you speak german” you said flatly

“You want ketchup or mustard?” Georgia chose to ignore your comment looking at you expectantly

“Is it like.. a must?” you eyed the sausage carefully

“Of course not...” your girlfriend shook her head addressing the saleslady again “Entschuldigung.. wir brauchen noch eine moment”

“Des is koa problem – nehmts eich nur Zeit... wir han schliaßlich ned auf da flucht” the lady smiled

“Whatever she said” you mumbled confused “What did she say?”

“I have... a slight clue but I'm not sure – I think she said to take our time” Georgia looked a little bit lost too

“I thought you spoke German” you shook your head at her in disbelieve

“That was Bavarian... I can speak tiny little bit Bavarian... but not.. like sentence” your girlfriend answered

“Gosh... it's like Lucy and catalan all over again...” you rolled your eyes

“Ketchup? Mustard? Nothing?” Georgia asked you again

“Well... I don't know... what's authentic?” you looked again at the sausage – this was answer enough for your girlfriend

“Senf bitte” she smiled proudly at the saleslady

“Oamoi mit senf... basst” the woman smiled and squeezed an awful amount of Mustard on the sausage “Bittschee... da hobt's eier bratwurst... zwoadreisge mochts”

“Dankeschön” Georgia smiled and handed the lady some cash in trade with the sausage roll “Das passt so”

“Mei merce dia derndl” the lady smiled brightly

“Take a bite” your girlfriend looked at you with excitement “It's really good”

“It's... spicy” you said after you took a bite handing the roll back to Georgia

“So you don't like it?” her face fell slightly

“No no... it's good... just... different you know” you quickly said “... I've never had a sausage like this”

“Oh yeah... it's a weird taste at first.. but you'll love it soon – it's the best... what's also good, but A LOT is schweinshaxe” Georgia smiled happily

“Come again?” you choked on your water

“Schweinshaxe... it's deep fried pigs leg.. it's REALLY good but you need about four people to eat one portion” your girlfriend snickered at your shocked face

“A pigs leg....” you swallowed hard trying not to heave

“Trust me... sounds disgusting but is REALLY good” Georgia said as she took your hand starting towards the shopping center with her sausage roll in the other hand

Two hours later you sighed in relieve once you kicked the front door closed with your foot. You've never been a fan of shopping. But shopping in a big ass shopping mall with five million shops for everything and some more with 35 million people around who obviously understand you just to answer your questions in german was just too much for you. Also – half the stuff they sell you never heard off. For example “Obazda”. Never heard of it but apparently it's the shit under the locals. Georgia made you try it and you were 97.8% positive cyanide wouldn't taste much different. G explained that it was basically just cream cheese with brie cheese and some spices but you were sure that stuff was poisonous. Your girlfriend laughed tears when she saw your face and heard the sounds you made after you put that little testing spoon in your mouth. The second you could talk again – after you cleared your mouth with Spezi – you threatened your girlfriend with no sex for the next six month which cause G to buy you some weird looking sweet dish. She called it “Auszogne” - it was weird looking but oh SO tasty.

Back in Georgias apartment you dropped all the shopping bags and just fell face forward onto the couch with a loud grunt

“You okay?” your girlfriend poked her head inside

“Just tired” you mumbled into the pillows

“I'll quickly put away the groceries and cook something okay... stay there and rest” Georgia said and went into the kitchen

“Okay” you sighed relaxing instantly – until your brain registered what she just said and you shot up and off the couch into the kitchen “no!”

“No?” your girlfriend asked confused “No what?”

“I cook... you just... put the stuff away” you said quickly

“I can cook” Georgia said a little offended

“The last time you set fire to the potatoes” you deadpanned “FIRE G – I didn't even know potatoes could burn even less catch fire”

“They were dry from the beginning” your girlfriend defended herself

“No Baby... they weren't... so you do groceries I do food” you smirked and Georgia rolled her eyes and grumbled a little bit as she started to put away the shopping

“Fuck me” your girlfriend moaned as she ate the first fork of the dinner you made

“Been there – done that” you smirked but started to eat too

“Where and when did you learn to do.... that?” Georgia gestured in between your plates

“Making pasta? Pretty much when Lucy fled to Spain and left me to fend for me own” you said shrugging your shoulders

“She didn't flee.... she did what was right for her career” G looked at you “... like when I went to Munich... sometimes you have to make decisions you don't really wanna make”

“Yeah I get that... it was the way it happened” you said avoiding your girlfriends eyes

“What do you mean?” Georgia looked confused before taking another fork full of pasta

“You know how I found out Lucy was transferred to Barcelona? Through the media... she didn't tell me herself – I found out through Instagram” you said and G noticed how your voice changed

“Hey... calm down” your girlfriend said taking your hand on the table “... maybe she just didn't know how to tell you...”

“She had no problem telling me she's going to Lyon” you pointed out

“I... don't know what her reasons were but I'm sure she had some” Georgia said a little lost

“Oh I can tell you the reason... the reason was.... is... Ona Batlle” you smiled sarcastic “... You know Lucy and Keira basically split after the Euros... and like.. 8 month later there's the first speculation about a new girl at her side??”

“Ehrm....” now you lost Georgia completely

“Sorry... I really don't want to talk about Lucy.... what are tomorrows plans?” you took a deep breath “And more importantly... where is Giovanni”

“Tomorrow... training at 4... other than that? Nothing?” your girlfriend was glad about the topic change “... and Giovanni... waiting in the bedroom for you”

“Perfect... didn't you tell me you wanted to take me out for breakfast?” you smirked sweetly

“Oh I see how it is... spending all me money why don't you” Georgia rolled her eyes smiling

“Says the woman who has to pay a 180 bucks fine for speeding” you shot back

“And here I thought you love me” your girlfriend grumbled offended

“I do love you... I've never cooked for anyone else than myself before” you pointed your fork at her a slight glint in her eyes

“And it's delicious...” Georgia quickly said

“I better fucking hope so.... I kinda want to do that for a living one day” you answered smiling

“You do?” your girlfriend looked at you surprised

“Yeah.... since Keira left too I was looking after myself – so I started to cook

“Morning...” you heard Georgia mumble into your neck pulling you closer into her

“Go back to sleep... it's still dark outside” you grumbled but melted into her

“That... are the blinds Baby... it's actually 9” your girlfriend chuckled

“Ugh fuck me... you're awake aren't you?” you groaned

“Yeah...” Georgia said a little embarrassed

“Ugh” you groaned again “... go... running or something... I want to sleep”

“I thought about taking you out for breakfast... I promise it's worth it... Avo-Toasts as many as you can eat” your girlfriend nuzzled into your neck

“Orange juice?” you asked your eyes still closed

“As much as you can drink” you could feel G grin into the back of your neck “... and a shower before we leave”

“I swear Stanway if you drag me out of bed for a shitty coffee I tell Lucy we had sex with her sleeping on the couch” you grinned evilly and your grin widened when you felt your girlfriend tense behind her

“You... wouldn't right?” Georgia asked carefully knowing fully well which situation you talked about

“Get me good coffee and I won't.... my dear” you said sweetly as you stood up walking towards the bathroom leaving your baffled girlfriend behind before turning around “You coming?”

Seconds later you heard the blankets rustle and Georgias naked feet on the hard wood floor.

“Oh god... this is GOOD” you moaned shamelessly at your first sip of coffee

“Could you please not act like you're shooting a porn right now... it's just coffee” Georgia said turning bright red looking around if someone looks

“You should be able to tell me moans apart Stanway” you shot back not caring who's listening – you haven't even had your first coffee yet

“Oh god” your girlfriend groaned embarrassed “Just... keep drinking...”

“What a sight for sore eyes” you suddenly heard behind you and your head shot up

“Seriously??? Munich has like... 500 million people and YOU find me amongst them?” you asked the person behind you without turning around

“I told you... I'll always be able to find you... Liefje” the person answered and you could hear the smirk in her voice

“You sound like a stalker... and don't call me Liefje... only ONE Gouda-head is allowed to call me that – and the last time you weren't her” you smirked as well still with your back to that persona

“I'm gonna tell your precious Head coach you called her a Gouda-head...” the person said a little offended

“Oh I called her far worse to her face... so by all means... be me guest” you continued smirking

“I gladly be your guest” the person said pulling a chair over to your table and flopping down trying to steal your coffee

“First and only warning... If you try to grab me coffee again I'm going to shoot your feet with a nailgun” you growled holding your cup out of her reach

“Hello too you to Baijings” now Georgia grumbled feeling left out

“What's up Stanny?” the Netherlands player grinned opting for stealing half of your avocado toast

“May I ask why you crush our breakfast?” your girlfriend asked a little irritated

“Actually just walked past and saw that... sweetheart over here through the windows and thought I'd say hi...” the blonde said before biting into your toast “Shit that's good stuff” she moaned which made you laugh

“Stop moaning like you shooting a porn” you threw your girlfriends words in your friends face laughing

“Sweetie... you know what I sound like when I REALLY moan” the dutch threw back which caused Georgia to choke on her tea

“Excuse me?” your girlfriend coughed

“Get your mind out of the gutter Stanny...” the blonde waved off “... I stayed with Viv in England for a week and so did the gremlin here... apparently the walls were very thin”

“Scarred me for life” you mumbled disgusted before you tried to bite into the other half of your Avo-toasts only to have it taken out of your hand by Jill “Come on now” you whined

“You snooze you lose” the dutch shrugged her shoulders

“G...” you whined looking with puppy eyes at your girlfriend “... por favor”

“Por what?” your girlfriend looked confused

“Damnit... spaniard again.... these paella eating shrimp lovers mushed me brain....” you snipped your fingers “.. please...”

Your girlfriend just sighed and waved the waitress over to order you another avocado toast.

“German sounds so weird...” you said as a matter of fact after the waitress whose Nametag said her name was Dinara left again “... but not as weird as dutch”

“Excuse me?” Jill exclaimed starting to cough a second later

“Please die more quietly on that toast thank you” you smirked satisfied that you threw her off guard

“One day I'll get you back for all those mean comments I tell ya” the blonde pointed an accusing finger at you

“Be... my... guest” you grinned

“Are you happy to wait here Baby?” Georgia asked her voice low as you just found a seat in the shade at the Bayern trainings ground

“Sure... I'm gonna watch you and tell you afterwards if you're able to be a pain to Barca” you grinned and your girlfriend quickly looked left and right before pressing a lightning quick kiss to your cheek

“There she is.. my favorite player” Alexander greeted you happily and came over to hug you for your girlfriend to look absolutely offended

“I'm here too” she huffed out

“We all know she's my favorite... nice work with Rubiales... looked like you got him good... did he need stiches?” the Norwegian asked grinning widely

“Sadly not.. but it was definitely broken” you grinned proudly back

“Such an amazing bitch move” the Trainer couldn't stop grinning

“Thank you... just to let you know... I don't hold back for anyone...” you now smirked

“So Georgia... starting XI the whole season... how does that sound?” the Norwegian laughed understanding you immediately

Your girlfriend just huffed rolled her eyes and turned to leave

“You need more than her if you want to scratch Barcas ego” you looked at him seriously “I watched them train... you need something”

“Giving me tips so we can win over your sister?” the trainer grinned

“No... I'm giving you tips so you can annoy them...” you shrugged your shoulders “They won two titles already... they only have the Coppa and the Champions League left... I want you to at least annoy them... and not annoy them with rough play – I want you to annoy them with your skills... Harder, Eriksson, Stanway, Viggó, Guili... you got good players... use them”

“Give me a little more” the man got serious

“The player you want to have an eye on is Salma... don't let her run – she a freaking sprinter... have a player on her all the time... Caro is fast as well... she always comes over the right wing... her connection to Aitana is unmatched...” you started seriously “... Alexia is dangerous in general – from far, near or in private... don't let her get the ball on her left foot... Ona and Aitana are dangerous because they're small and agile – one second they're on you right and a split second later they're on your right... they all have an amazing ball control... but they're not.. flawless” you pulled a face when you said flawless getting a flashback.

“Thanks y/n... greatly appreciated” the Norwegian nodded and left to start training

You watched the girl train for a bit before closing your eyes relaxing in the shade with the players shouting for the ball or the pass or whatever. Lucy always said since you were a wee baby you were able to fall asleep with thousands of people screaming around you without any problems. When it would be quiet tho you screamed your head off yourself – up to this day you didn't like it when it was totally quiet. So even now it wasn't a problem for you to nap away until you felt a presence in front of you. When you opened one eye you saw your slightly panting girlfriend leaning on the railing smiling at you

“Yeah?” you asked a little dazed

“We're done... I'm heading for the shower... you wait here or outside?” Georgia smiled

“Gonna wait here... got comfortable” you yawned

“Okay... Gonna be quick” your girlfriend smiled pushing herself off the railing walking into the tunnel

You looked around and noticed you were really alone at the trainings facility. You were alone except for a stray ball in the corner. One for being raised with cleaning up a field after training you slandered over to the ball and picked it up. What you didn't expect was that the ball slipped out of your hands and bounces off the ground. Like on autopilot you started to do keep upsies while walking down the sideline. The ball bounced off your feet easily until you didn't got the angle right and it bounced away further into the field. You jogged after it kicking it up again before catching it on your forehead balancing it a little before letting the ball fall again catching it this time with the inside of your right foot holding it there for a second before starting to perform a few tricks.

Unknowns to you Georgia came back wanting to get you so you could go home to find you walking down the sideline playing with a ball. She quickly pulled out her phone starting to record a video when the ball bounced off your foot wrongly and rolled into the middle of the field. Your girlfriend thought you were done know knowing from stories how easily irritated you became at times but to her surprise you kept going. So she kept filming. After watching (and filming) you some more your girlfriend carefully retreated back into the tunnel giving you some more time with the ball for the first time in what felt to you like forever. Even tho you didn't play for over three years know you still could feel it. The way the ball bounces on your foot. The way the grass felt under your soles. The strength you needed to play it higher. You remembered it all.

When you were done you chipped the ball into one of the ball containers on the side of the field before making your way towards the tunnel and the locker rooms.

“Stanway...” you said entering the locker room to find everyone gone except your girlfriend who just dried her hair “... Babe you're still not done??” you whined

“Yeah sorry... got caught up with Guilia” your girlfriend smiled apologetic

“I'm getting hungry” you said and right on cue your stomach rumbled

“Yeah lets go..” Georgia said getting her bag and holding out her hand for you to take

“I thought Chinese...” you said as the door closed behind you not knowing your girlfriend send her video all the way to Barcelona to her best friend who received the message with the capture

When Keira clicked on the video tears sprung immediately into her eyes and she began to silently happy cry

“I think she's home”

[seleneprince]

Fun idea about my Lucia Wayne-Perez au (aka the Neglected daughter au):

You see, a lifetime of raising Marco has made Lucia's big sister/mother's instincts so ingrained in her mind that sometimes they just come out of her naturally at certain situations, like hearing a kid's cry or knowing they're sick. She has the habit that whenever Marco throws a tantrum or misbehaves, she grabs him from the back of his neck, like a cat, and lifts him to put him in "time out".

Dealing a secret criminal life, along with other complications, takes a toll out of her sometimes. A certain morning, she's just bleary-eyed, running on fumes, and just defaults to her ingrained "big sister mode" when she's triggered, without realizing that she's not dealing with Marco this time...

The morning is quiet—well, as quiet as mornings at Wayne Manor can be. Lucia stumbles into the kitchen, dark circles under her eyes, her hair an unbrushed mess. She's moving on autopilot, grumbling under her breath about the lack of coffee in her life as she pours herself a glass of water instead.

Alfred has had the horrible idea of trying to cut down her caffeine levels for a while, replacing it for water or milk instead. Something about how there can only be two coffee addicts in this house, and she shouldn't be one of them. A bunch of nonsense, if you ask her.

Damian is already there. He’s already had his morning training, his uniform immaculate, and his attitude sharper than usual. He’s standing by the table, critiquing Alfred’s choice of breakfast with his usual snark.

"This oatmeal is too bland," Damian mutters. "I’d sooner eat sawdust."

Lucia doesn’t even register it at first. But as the complaints keep coming, something in her brain clicks. Years of dealing with Marco’s tantrums kick in. She sets down her glass, shuffles over to Damian, and without a word, grabs him by the back of his collar.

"Hey—what are you—" Damian protests, his voice indignant but slightly bewildered.

Lucia, too tired to care, lifts him like he’s no heavier than a loaf of bread. "Time out," she mutters flatly and carries him to the corner of the room.

She plops him down with zero ceremony. "Stay there. Think about your choices," she adds before trudging back to her water.

For a moment, there’s stunned silence.

Alfred, standing by the stove, clears his throat, his lips twitching as he valiantly fights off a smile. "Lucia, dear, I believe Master Damian is—"

"I know who he is, Alfred," she interrupts, waving a hand dismissively. "He’s a kid, and he’s annoying. Let me hydrate in peace."

Damian is too shocked to respond immediately. When he finally recovers, his voice is a mix of outrage and disbelief. "You dare—"

Lucia turns her head, narrowing her bloodshot eyes at him. "Unless you want me to glue you to the corner, I suggest you zip it, gremlin."

"You—!"

"I said Zip it."

And for the first time, Damian...zips it. Just like that.

Later, when she’s more awake and her brain starts functioning again, the realization of what she’s done hits her like a truck. She avoids Damian for the rest of the day, expecting a punishment. Or a murder attempt. This time finishing what he started those years ago.

But instead, he just watches her with narrowed eyes, as if trying to solve a puzzle. And though he’d never admit it, there’s a small part of him that almost...respects her for it. Almost.

Taglist: @yuyuzi-ling @lunayaps (if someone wants to be added, let me know)

[girlgenius1111]

always enough for us

barca femeni x reader

r gets kicked out of her house. her teammates find out. protective barca at it's finest.

cw- bad parents... referenced homophobia?

Your back hurt. Really, this was the least of your problems. A few days ago, your parents had kicked you out. It didn't really come as a surprise to you; they'd never been very good parents, and you knew it was just a matter of time before they found out about... you, and decided they were done. You'd been crashing at your friend Sofia's house since then, on the couch. You couldn't complain, considering how kind it was of your friend to let you stay with her, but the couch was killing your back. This is what you forced yourself to think about as you climbed out of her car at the training grounds, instead of, well, any other part of the situation.

You were fine. You didn't need your parents, not at all. You didn't need their help, their house, their love, any of it. You had just turned 18, and you were sure you'd be able to find an apartment soon considering your salary at Barca. Everything was fine.

Of course, you forgot to factor in your nosy, nosy teammates. And how bad of a liar you were. Combined, your secret was out before you wanted it to be, which was never.

-----

You were walking quickly from Sofia's car, hoping that you'd arrived early enough that no one was there to see you get dropped off, instead of driving your own car. It wasn't really your car, it was your parents, and while they had let you take a lot of your stuff, the car was not one of them. You thought you were safe, seeing no one ahead of you, when you heard your name being called from behind you, a distinct British accent ringing across the parking lot.

"Y/n!!!!! Wait!!!" Lucy called dramatically. Rolling your eyes, you turned around, motioning for her to hurry up. She arrived by your side, falling in to step next to you.

"Who was that dropping you off? What happened to your car?"

"Oh. That was my friend, Sofia. I... we... my car is.... broken. It's broken and it's getting fixed. So Sofia drove me. Because my car is broken," you stuttered out, honestly surprising even yourself with how bad of a lie you'd just told considering you'd been practicing the lie all week.

"Your car is... broken?" Lucy asked, shooting you a weird look.

"Yeah, the engine or something," you say, trying to act casually.

"Why aren't your parents driving you?"

"They have work."

Lucy is quiet for a moment, before she stops you in the hallway, turning to face you. "Is something going on? You're being weird."

"Weirder than normal?" you try to joke.

"Y/n." Lucy says. She was so rarely serious off the pitch, it was kind of intimidating.

"Nothing is going on."

"You are really one of the worst liars I've ever met. Your whole face is red right now, do you know that?" Lucy asks, not a hint of humor in her voice. Instead, her eyes are squinting at you inquisitively, and you feel like they're burning right through you.

"I'm not lying!" You protest, feeling your cheeks heat up even more.

"It just got redder. Tell me what's going on."

"No." Lying wasn't working, but you were stubborn, and you're sure you could out-stubborn Lucy.

"Fine. I'll go ask Mapi if she knows what's up with you. Or Irene. Or Alexia," she threatens. You hadn't expected her to go there so soon.

"No, Lucy, please don't," you beg, reaching out to catch her wrist as she begins to walk away.

"Then tell me what's happening. Did you crash your car?"

"No I- I didn't crash my car, Lucia, seriously." Lucy smirks, crossing her arms though, ensuring that she's standing between you and any viable exit from the conversation. You take a breath. "I'm just staying with Sofia for a bit. It's not a big deal."

Lucy's smirk is gone. "Why? Did something happen with your parents?" Your poor relationship with them wasn't really a secret to anyone on the team. They hardly went to any games before they'd kicked you out. Your older teammates silently disapproved of them, you knew, but they were careful never to say anything in front of you.

"I told you what was going on. Can I go now?" You ask, ignoring Lucy's questions.

"Hey, wait," she tries, but you slip past her, walking down the hall towards the locker room.

"I wouldn't tell mention this to anyone, if I were you. Otherwise word might get out about what you and Ona were doing in the showers last week," you tease, enjoying the way Lucy's face heats up at your words. You're pretty confident she won't risk getting ratted out just to get to the bottom of what's going on with you.

Apparently, you underestimate how much Lucy cares about you.

-----

You've managed to take your mind off things during practice, and you completely miss Lucy quietly talking to Alexia during a water break. You also miss Alexia talking to Irene and Mapi during the next water break. You take your time showering and changing, knowing that the fewer people around when you leave, the fewer people to realize you're walking, and in the complete opposite direction of your house. You don't really think about your conversation with Lucy again until you're on your way out of the locker room, and Alexia calls you to stay back. You're one of the last ones in the room as it is, and you turn slowly, eyes finding Lucy's. You glare at her, and she shrugs, patting you on the shoulder before leaving the locker room. You turn, finding Alexia, Irene, and Mapi all sat on a bench, looking at you.

"Yes?" You say.

"Is there something you need to tell us?" Alexia asks firmly. She's not fucking around, you can tell, nor is Irene. And, a rare occurrence, neither is Mapi. You look to her, hoping she'll crack a joke or something and ease the tension in the room, but she's staring at you with a matching searching gaze.

"You all had a great practice!" You try, shooting Alexia a smile. It falls off your face when she only raises an eyebrow at you.

"Want to try that again?"

"Alright, Mapi's penalties could use some work." Mapi frowns, but Alexia ignores your comment.

"Y/n."

"Alexia," you say, trying your best to look like nothing was going on, like nothing was bothering you. Like the longer you stood in front of them, it wasn't getting harder to collapse into the fits of sobs you'd been fighting for a week.

"Enough, y/n. Talk." Alexia replies. Mapi and Irene are fighting smiles now. Watching you and Alexia go back and forth was always entertaining; a real battle of wills.

"I'm staying with one of my friends. I'm assuming that's what Lucy told you."

All three of them were surprised when you give up so easily. It only worried them more, the way your eyes fall to stare at your shoes, and the way you clasp your hands together, trying to hide how they're shaking.

"Why?" Alexia asks. Her voice is softer now, more gentle, but still, she leaves no option for you to refuse to answer. You can tell, by a quick glance to her face, that she's losing patience. You're scared, suddenly, that they'll give up. On you. They'll stop caring, because you try so hard not to let them. This is what prompts you to be honest, really. The fear of no one, no one at all, caring for you anymore.

"My parents kicked me out." Your voice is just more than a whisper. The older girls' faces fall instantly. They feared this, when Lucy told them about your conversation, but they hoped they were wrong, that it wasn't this.

"What happened with them?" Irene asks, almost like she can't help herself. You're sure she's thinking of her son, of how she couldn't imagine doing that to him.

"I don't really want to talk about it." You say. Mapi opens her mouth, surely to push you further, but to your surprise, Alexia lays a hand on her arm, cutting her off. Your captain looks at you for a minute, eyes searching yours, before she speaks.

"Okay. You're gonna stay with me. I have an extra bedroom, and Mapi and Ingrid live almost right next door. We can go get your stuff from your friends now."

"No, Ale. No. I'm fine at Sofia's, really."

"Well I'm not fine with you there. You're a kid, you need adult supervision. Besides, it makes more sense. I can drive you to practice and everything. And make sure you're taking care of yourself."

"Alexia. No."

"Y/n. Yes. This isn't up for discussion," Alexia has raised her voice, just a little, and you take a step back. Alexia notices, because of course she does, and she calms herself down instantly, whole face softening. "Look, I know this isn't ideal, but this is what we're doing. Please, just trust me, y/n? If you hate living with me, we can figure something else out, but just give it a shot, okay?"

You almost laugh, because really, Alexia thinks that the problem is that you don't want to live with her. That couldn't be further from the truth- you would like to, deep down you admit it. It would be easier. It would make you feel safe. You just can't impose like that, can't do that to Alexia. She'd get tired of you, eventually, just like your parents had. You didn't want that.

You take too long thinking all of this, apparently, because soon she's ushering you out of the room and towards her car. Her and Irene walk ahead, quietly discussing what you can only assume to be how much they hate your parents. Mapi hangs back, walking with you.

"You know that Alexia wouldn't offer if she didn't really want you there, right?" The defender says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You look at her in surprise, not expecting her to understand your reasoning when no one else did. She just gives you a wry smile, waiting for you to answer.

"Why would she want me there, Mapi? You ask. Mapi frowns.

"Because you're you. And we all love you. Alexia especially, I think you're her favorite. But seriously, y/n, any of us would take you in without a second thought." Mapi says it so matter of factly, you're thrown for a loop. It didn't make sense, really. That these people, your teammates, who owed you nothing, were willing to drop everything for you, when your parents... well.

You aren't really sure what to respond to her, and you don't have to, because Alexia is gesturing you towards her car, and Irene is pulling you into a tight hug, telling you to come over any time. You return the hug, hearing the echo of Mapi's words in your ears. Maybe she was right.

-----

Sofia had been surprised to see you packing, but she understood. You're sure she's relieved to have you out of her hair, even if she doesn't say it. The tight hug she gives you tells a different story, and you could swear there are tears in her eyes as you walk out of the building. Once again, you're left completely speechless at the care your friends are showing you.

It's not too late by the time you arrive back at Alexia's, all the stuff you brought from your parents, and then from Sofia's, in tow, but you feel an interrogation coming on from Alexia, so you slip off to shower, needing a few minutes to yourself to process the day. By the time your done, you've cried a fair amount in the shower, and you're sure your eyes are red and puffy.

Still, when you appear in the living room, quietly taking a seat on the couch, a safe distance away from where Alexia sits, scrolling through her phone, you promise yourself that you won't cry again. Not in front of Alexia. She looks up when you enter, brows immediately furrowing at the sight of your tearstained cheeks, and you pretend you don't know what she's looking at.

"How are you feeling?" she asks kindly, after giving you a minute to start the conversation, if you felt like it.

"Fine." you say shortly. Alexia doesn't say anything. After 2 full minutes of silence, you realize she's trying to make you so uncomfortable that you talk, knowing you hate awkwardness.You wish she didn't know you so well, as you open your mouth to finally let it all out, but a part of you feels so loved, so cared for, by it.

"My parents are... my parents. I shouldn't have expected anything different from them, when they found out."

"Found out what?" Alexia asks casually.

You take a big breath. No one on the team knows. Really, only Sofia and a few other people know. You want to tell, you want to be open about it. You wish it was as easy as just doing something you want to. You know, realistically that the team won't care, that Alexia won't care. Still, you can't seem to forget your parent's reactions, and you feel your heart clench with fear.

"I'm... um... They caught me, kissing a girl. I'm gay." You say, eyes blurring with tears as you stare at the table in front of you. Your throat burns with the effort of keeping your sobs in, but you can't cry. Not when Alexia hasn't even said anything. Not when you'd be crying about a different reaction.

The blonde woman scoots closer to you, until her shoulder is pressed up against yours. Still, you keep your eyes on the white wood table in front of you. When Alexia speaks, it's the gentlest you've ever heard her be.

"Y/n, I'm sorry your parents didn't respond well. You deserve more than that." At this, you shrug, ignoring the way your bottom lip is trembling. A few tears escape, and you wipe them away quickly, like they were never there. "Can you look at me?" Alexia asks. You turn to her, biting your lip to keep your emotions in check when you see the way Ale's eyes are also watery.

"I'm really proud of you, cariño."

"For what?" you respond, before you can stop yourself, sounding more like a sob than actual words.

"Oh, pequeña. For all of it. For talking to me when I know being vulnerable is difficult. For telling me, when I know it couldn't have been easy. For turning into this incredibly good person, despite the people the raised you."

There's no chance for you, after that. The cries fall out of your lips, and you are powerless to stop them. Alexia is steady next to you, even as your body trembles with emotion. She pulls you into her, arms holding you tightly against her.

"I know, pequeña, I'm sorry. It's gonna be okay. I promise." If you weren't preoccupied with sobbing into your captain's shirt, you'd notice that she's also crying, just a little.

"I don't understand why they can't just love me. It's all they're supposed to do, but I'm not good enough for them," you cry, all the feelings you'd been pushing down now pouring out of you.

"No, cariño. They are the ones that are not good enough for you. You have so many people in your life that love you, that have no obligation to love you, but they do anyway. That means that you are good. Your parents... it's their problem, not yours." Alexia can tell you aren't fully convinced. She pulls back, tilting your chin up to look at you.

"You are good, cariño, so good. You'll always be good enough. We'll tell you that, everyday until you believe it, if that's what it takes."

"We?" you ask, confused.

The blonde woman looks a little exasperated. "The team. Y/n, Irene and Mapi were ready to fight me to get you to live with them. When the rest of the team finds out, I'm going to have some serious competition. We want you around, y/n. We really do."

"Oh." you say, because you're starting to believe her, and you aren't sure how else to respond to that. "So... you really don't mind me staying here?" you check.

"No. I really don't." Alexia promises. You nod, weakly smiling at her. She's glad to see something on your face that isn't a frown. Her phone buzzes in her hand, then, and she picks it up, expecting it to be from Mapi or Irene, asking how you were doing. Instead, it's from Lucy.

"Y/n?" she asks.

You're drying your eyes with your shirt sleeve, and you miss the amused expression on her face. "What?"

"Why did Lucy just text me that 'y/n is lying, whatever she tells you.'"

You gasp, a real smile lighting up your face. Alexia laughs at your expression. "I almost forgot! I told Lucy if she told you what was going on, she'd regret it."

You guess that maybe, Lucy was just looking out for you, and maybe you don't need to tell Alexia what her and Ona were doing, but then again, the shower is a public space, and you'd been scarred for life. You'd thank Lucy for telling Ale later, after you enjoyed watching her get scolded by Alexia. You're starting to think most of the team would forgive you for almost anything.

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I hope i didn’t crush you - Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Summary: Ona says Lucy is not tall, Lucy didn't like that. Ona finds out there is more to Lucy's insecurity. (Idk actually, but something like that)

Warning: Mature content, sexual content, sub!Lucy

Please note that this is pure fiction!

Word count: 3522

Since the poll showed everyone likes these stories, i wrote another, idk how these other girlies do it cause i actually feel filthy after writing this, but ok, i like reading them too, i'll admit it, and with the lack of new ones i took it uppon myself to contribute, this is for all my Luna shippers!

I hope i didn’t crush you - Lucy y Ona

It was late in the afternoon, they had just gotten home from a busy day with morning training, treatment, then lunch with the team, in the afternoon they had done some media stuff, the team had to record videos for different companys and deals. After that they also had an meeting with the staff and Jonatan.

Now they were finally back home for siesta time.

‘’Pfft, that was tireing’’ Ona sighed as she flopped onto the couch.

‘’I know’’ Lucy said ‘But you also had some fun right’’.

‘’Yeah i had fun, you too it seemed, what are Lucia and you up too anyways?’’

Lucy laughed ‘’Corrales? .. Oh nothing, i think she is just like me when i was young, i’m trying to teach her some lessons, but today it was just banter really, she is jokes’’

‘’I love how you always involve everyone and make everyone feel at ease’’ Ona smiled ‘’But i haven’t seen you all day’’

Lucy now stopped with the thing she was doing, cleaning up some lost dog toys and putting them in the dog toy bin, and walked to the couch sitting next to Ona who was laying down with her head on a few pillows.

Ona smiled ‘’Hola bebé’’

‘’Puedo besarte?’’ (Can i kiss you?) Lucy said as she came closer.

‘’Mhm, siempre, especialmente si hablas español’’ (Mhm, always, especially when you talk to me in spanish) Ona sighed.

‘’Te gusta cuando te hablo en español?’’ (Do you like it when I speak Spanish to you?) Lucy leaned in to kiss Ona.

Ona grabbed Lucy by her shirt and tried to get Lucy on top of her. Lucy noticed and positioned herself lying between Ona's legs, holding herself up on her hands, still not breaking their kiss.

Lucy licked Ona’s lower lip en pulled it between her teeth, then she gave a few quick kisses on her mouth and went to Ona’s neck, kissing it softly.

Ona closed her eyes from the sensation and groaned while strangeling Lucy with her legs trying to get them closer to eachother.  ‘’Sometimes i feel like i can’t get close enough to you’’ Ona said ‘’I hate that we have to be in public so much, wish we could just stay in the house for a few days, i want to cuddle with you for hours’’

Lucy, who had now stopped with the neck kisses, held her face a bit away so she could look at Ona. ‘’aw baby, i wish that we could, i love cuddling with you also’’.

Lucy lowered herself and now completely laid on top of Ona, nudging her face in Ona’s neck.

They were laying there cuddled up for a while when Lucy started snoring softly, Ona had put her hands under Lucy’s shirt, scratching Lucy’s muscular back.

Ona took her right hand away from Lucys back and scratched Lucys neck now, at the part where her hair starts, below her bun.

Ona loved sleepy Lucy, with her being the supposed tougher more dominant person in the relationship, it was cute when Ona could cuddle Lucy for a change like the occasional moment when she was allowed to be the big spoon. And just like this moment now, where Lucy is completely relaxed and Ona got to play with her hair.

After some time Lucy seemed to wake up, groaning lightly against Ona’s skin.

‘’Good sleep?’’ Ona asked.

‘’Mhm’’ Lucy got a bit more awake, ‘oh, i hope i didn’t crush you’’ pushing herself up.

‘’no, stay’’ Ona hugging her legs tighter around Lucy ‘’you can’t crush me, i’m very sturdy and you’re basically the same size as me anyways’’.

Now Lucy was fully and wide awake. ‘’Pardon’’

‘huh’ Ona said innocently.

‘’Oh i thought i heard a pretty little lady say something completely ridiculous’’ Lucy said, now getting up.

Ona laughed ‘’6 cm is not very much Lucy’’

‘’Oh yeah, for double that i’ve gotten you moaning like there was no tomorrow though’’ Lucy scoffed.

Ona blushed ‘’Luce, im just joking’’ Ona sat up and squeezed Lucy’s bicep. ‘’But i like the sound of that’’.

‘’Yeah i bet you do, don’t know if you deserve it now, do you?’’ Lucy said in a teasing voice.

Ona now got behind Lucy who was sitting on the edge of the sofa and massaged her shoulders, and wispered in Lucy’s ear ‘’My tall strong muscular and beatifull girlfriend doesn’t want to have her way with me?’’

Lucy whimpered. She took Ona’s hands a pulled them infront of her, so Ona’s arms were now around her and Ona put her legs around Lucy instinctively. Lucy stood up easily and walked them too the bedroom.

At the bed she dropped Ona on from her back onto the bed, resulting in a laugh from Ona.

‘’Do you think this is funny?’’ Lucy scoffed

‘’Ah Luce, you’re too easily offended’’ Ona laughed.

‘’Oh yeah, lets see how long you can continue your jokes’’ -Lucy

Lucy pulled her shirt off and got on the ground to do some push-ups, then she did some sit-ups.

Ona stared at the women, what the actual fuck, she thought by herself, what is she doing.

After a few more exercises there were beads of sweat on Lucy’s back.

Ona was enjoying the sight from her place, now sitting up on the bed.

Lucy walked over to the other side of the room, getting up the spin bike, which had actually become more of a decor lately rather than Lucy used it, like she frequently did last year to get some extra cardio in.

Lucy was pedalling fast now, breathing heavy, sweat on her forehead.

Ona had no clue what Lucy was trying to do but she did know that the view of Lucy’s abs was something she didn’t mind at all, she actually got turned on by it. And with the sweat and grunting it was an erotic sight really.

Ona shifted and now sat with her back against the headboard of the bed. Eyes staying on Lucy.

Lucy was sitting in her shorts and sportsbra on the bike, after 15 minutes she thought it was enough and walked to the bathroom, she walked in and left the door completely open, knowing Ona could see into the bathroom from the place she was sitting on the bed.

Lucy discarded of her clothes and leisurely threw them into the laundry basket. She took her time, now naked, to walk back in to the room to grab a towel from the closet, knowing full well there were still some in the cabinet in the bathroom.

She felt Ona’s eyes following her every move but she didn’t budge.

Walking back to the shower she glanced over at the bed, she didn’t know if she was seeing it right, so she stood still and took a good look.

Ona got red, removing her hand from her pants.

‘’No, go on then’’ Lucy said ‘’I don’t want to disturb you’’

‘’Luce’’ Ona said with a husk voice ‘’I need you-‘’

‘’Nah, it seems you have everything under control baby, you don’t need me’’ Lucy said, now getting closer to the bed.

‘’I want you’’ Ona tried again.

Lucy laughed ‘’Yeah, but naughty girls don’t get what they want, do they’’

‘’no’’ Ona admitted ‘’I wanna be a good girl for you Lucy’’

Lucy smiled on the inside, and was satisfied with the state Ona was in now. ‘’undress’’ she said calmly.

Ona quickly did so and sat back again, looking at Lucy with doe eyes, waiting for the next order.

Lucy looked at Ona’s body, she was really beautifull, the freckles, which she had all kissed one by one, the muscles, the veins. Ona was sculpted by the gods, her face was so pretty that even on a bad day Ona looked flawless in every picture that was taken of her.

Lucy’s eyes scanning her body made Ona weak, the lust and also love that she saw in Lucy’s eyes made her wanting Lucy close, she needed Lucy’s touch.

Lucy gathered her thoughts and focussed back on what she was doing. She was still stood next too the bed, naked.

She walked to the empty side of the bed and laid down, prompting her pillow up a bit and putting her hands behind her head, she spoke again ‘’Lets see what that pretty little mouth of you can do then, besides spouting nonsense’’.

Ona got up, this was not a punishment for her, she loved tasting Lucy. She got inbetween Lucy’s legs and kissed the insides of her tighs before slowely working her way to Lucy’s centre.

Lucy looked down at Ona’s head between her legs, seeing Ona’s butt stick up in the air behind it. ‘Damn’ Lucy mumbled.

Ona heard it but didn’t look up, she was orderd to make use of her mouth, so she was gonna do just that.

Licking and sucking Lucy’s sex she felt the woman getting closer, she now entered Lucy with her tongue, resulting her nose to rub against Lucy’s clit.  

Lucy groaned. A bit more stimulance from Ona caused her to climax. She rested her head back on the pillow while Ona lapped a few more times at her folds.

Ona kissed Lucy’s thighs and sat up, now waiting for a next command.

‘’Think i’m going for a shower’’ Lucy spoke up.

Ona looked at her with disbelieve, she put her hands on Lucy’s legs. ‘’No’’.

‘’No what?’’ Lucy smirked ‘’Seemed like you had things covered earlier, i’ll just let you to it’’.

‘’Lucy’’ Ona sounded desperate now ‘’i-

‘’Okay then’’ Lucy said and got up ‘’I’ll help you out, maybe i can fuck some sense into you’’.

Ona nodded, happy she was gonna get something but unsure about what Lucy meant by that. Looking at Lucy going trough their drawer.

Lucy turned back to her now wearing a strapon, Ona got even more wet from the sight, she laid back and parted her legs.

‘’No’’ said Lucy ‘’turn around, get up’’ while lathering up the plastic cock with lube.

Ona did what Lucy said, and got on her hands and knees, with her back turned to Lucy.

Lucy ran her fingers through ona’s folds. ‘’Yeah that’s what i thought’’ she grunted ‘’You’re so wet for me, you love this shit’’.

Ona whimpered and shuffled a bit more towards Lucy, now feeling the strap against her.

Lucy didn’t waste a second and pushed inside, earning a moan from Ona. She put it in completely, her hips now connected with Ona’s butt.

Lucy first thrusted slowely and then graduadly worked to a good rhythm, she slapped Ona’s perfect looking butt, earning another loud moan. She grabbed Ona rough and held her steady whilst fucking her, filthy sounds filling the room.

Ona felt really good but she needed more, she wanted Lucy to reach around and circle her clit for her, but in this mood Lucy would probably not do that for her. She reached down herself.

Lucy noticed and grabbed her wrist, pulling it behind her back, Ona nearly lost her balance, now resting on only one arm.

‘’what do you think you’re doing’’ Lucy said into Ona’s ear, she kissed down Ona’s back and slowly stopped thrusting, then she pulled out. ‘’Do you want to do it yourself again’’ she flopped onto the bed and sat against the headboard.

Ona looked at her trying to get what she should do next.

Lucy patted her lap. ‘’Come on, show me how good you can make yourself get off then’’

Ona smirked and climed up on Lucy, lowering herself on to the strap. She moaned, throwing her head back and closed her eyes.

‘’Look me in my eyes bub’’ Lucy said.

Ona listened and couldn’t help but hear a desperate tone in Lucy’s voice. Was she as riled up as her right now?, Ona asked herself.

Ona was now riding Lucy, holding herself up with her hands on the headboard, Lucy´s had put her hands on Ona´s hips lightly, not helping her, just resting there.

Lucy was loving this view, a moaning Ona grinding on her lap, she saw Ona getting closer ´´touch yourself baby´´

With her right hand Ona reached down to provide just the last bit that pushed her over the edge.

She hid her face in Lucy´s neck and called out ´´Luce´´

Now Lucy held Ona´s hips more firmly, helping her ride her through her high slowly.

´´ Quiero que me folles ahora Ona´´ (I want you to fuck me now Ona) Lucy wispered shyly.

Ona was brought back to reality immediately by those words. This was not usual at all, the strapon was only worn by Lucy until now.

‘’If you would want to do that too ofcourse’’ Lucy added even more quietly then her last words.

Ona crawelled of Lucy and nodded eagerly, ‘’ofcourse Luce, i just didn’t know that was something you were interested in’’

‘’I just hadn’t thought about it really’’ Lucy said ‘’But a few days ago i had a dream about you, where we did that and ever since then i can’t get it out of my head’’.

Ona was now grinning wide ‘’You dream about me huh?’’

Lucy blushed and playfully pushed Ona ‘’Yes sometimes’’ ‘’But it’s your own fault, you’re just too hot’’.

‘’Bueno’’ Ona said, walking to the drawer ‘’maybe we should use this one first then’’ holding up their smallest piece of the collection.

‘’mhm’’ Lucy nodded ‘’have you done this before?’’

‘’Yeah i have, but it was a long time ago so we’ll just go really slow for the both of us’’  ‘’Have you done this before?’’ Ona asked.

Lucy looked away, getting even more embarrassed ‘’No not like this, but.. penetration in general… yes…’’  

Ona laughed, ‘’I know’’ she waved her fingers demonstratively.

Lucy now laughed aswell ‘yeah but i mean with a toy, but that was really long ago and it happend like 3 times’’.

Ona got closer to Lucy, taking of the harness from Lucy, Lucy lifting her butt from the bed. Ona asked Lucy ‘’Why? Didn’t you like it?’’

Lucy anwsered without looking at Ona, ‘’yeah i kinda did, but i felt a bit vulnerable and the person i was with didn’t help with that, so i never tried anymore really’’.

Ona now cupped Lucy’s chin. ‘’I’m sorry baby’’ and kissed Lucy. ‘’We can just have the same rules that we use for me’’.

Because Ona liked it a bith more rough in the bedroom, the couple had spoken about their boundries extensively. For Lucy it had took some getting used to before she fully owned the dominant role with saying the sometimes even degrading comments that really got Ona going.

But in this stage of their relationship they were having a very good dynamic in the bedroom, she had become more confident and all Ona's needs were met, Lucy’s too, but recently these thoughts had started to arise, and only because she felt so comfortable with Ona, Lucy had dared to bring it up.

‘’Yeah’’ Lucy smiled ‘’That is good’’

Ona was putting on the harness and walked to the bathroom were she threw the attached dildo in the sink and now put the smaller one in the harness.

Lucy was watching her every move, feeling nervous but also turned on.

Ona walked back to the bed and asked Lucy ‘’have you thought about how you-

‘’Come here’’ Lucy said streching her hands to Ona. Ona climed up on the bed and kneeled inbetween Lucy’s legs, she reached over Lucy to the nightstand and got the bottle of lube and put some on the rubber dick.

Lucy watched her and parted her legs slightly more.

Ona turned to face Lucy and carefully studied her face, she saw expectation but also a little bit of hesitancy. She kissed Lucy softly and wispered, ‘’Just talk to me baby, if you want to stop, we stop’’

‘’Mhm’’ Lucy nodded ‘’thank you Ona’’ and kissed her back.

Ona guided the strap with her hand between Lucy’s folds, she rubbed a few times up and down. Still looking a Lucy, Lucy gave a small nod. And then Ona slowly put the head in, watching Lucy’s reaction.

Lucy whimpered and closed her eyes.

Ona slowely put it in completely, she lowered herself more to Lucy and started thrusting slowly, her breast now brushing against Lucy with every thrust.

Ona couldn’t say that she hadn’t thought about this happening, but she didn't want to get carried away on this first time, especially not after what Lucy had just told her, so she steadily kept to a nice pace and focussed on making Lucy feel good.

Lucy was moaning now, she’d opened up her legs a bit more so Ona could get closer to her and tried to reach Ona’s hips to pull her closer.

Ona kissed Lucy’s neck, wispering ‘’Do you want try and ride me now?’’

Lucy groaned ‘’mmh’’

Ona smiled softly ‘okay i am gonna pull out now’’

Lucy whimpered at the loss, and got up on her knees. Ona sat in the middele of the bed with her back against the headboard, Lucy already climbing on top of her. She held Lucy’s hips while Lucy guided herself onto the strap again.

Lucy was now in control of the pace herself, going a bit faster she hid her face in Ona’s neck.

Ona reached one of her hand between their bodies and started stimulating Lucy´s clit giving pressure so Lucy was grinding against her thumb.

Lucy was now panting heavily and her rhythm became even faster, Ona could tell she was getting close ´´You´re doing so good Lucia, come for me buba´´

With this praise Lucy got pushed over the edge, with a few more up and downs and she came hard. She cried out a moan in Ona´s neck, after a few seconds she got off the the strap and sat on one of Ona thighs, placing her head in the nook of Ona´s neck again.

Ona positioned them so they were more laying down now, rather than sitting up like before. She started tracing Lucy´s back with her nails lightly and with one hand she went back to the hairs in Lucy´s neck, like she had done earlier this afternoon.

They layed there for a few minutes when Ona felt Lucy kissing her neck.

´’Did- ‘’Tha-

They spoke at the same time and chuckeled.

‘’You talk baby’’ Ona said.

‘’No, you, what did you want to say’’ -Lucy

‘’I wanted to ask, Did you like it, Did it feel good?’’

She felt Lucy smile against her skin ‘’yeah, it felt really good’’

Ona smiled, ‘’ i’m glad Luce, now what did you want to say?’’

‘’Ah nevermind, it was nothing’’ Lucy kissed Ona’s neck and pushed herself up a bit to face Ona ‘’i love you’’.

Ona’s face became soft ‘’Luce, i hope you feel that you can say anything to me’’. Only now she noticed Lucy’s watery eyes. ‘’heyyy baby, what’s up’’ pulling Lucy’s head to her chest ‘’tell me, you don’t have to look at me while telling’’.

Lucy sniffed her nose, ‘’No, it is positive Ona’’ ‘’initialy i wanted to say thank you, but that is maybe a bit weird, but what i mean by it is thanks for making me feel so safe, i felt as though i could let go completely, honestly i have never experienced a orgasm like this one, it was such a different feeling, very nice’’.

Ona caressed Lucy’s head, ‘’i’m glad baby, maybe we can do it more often like this?’’

Lucy looked at Ona, wanting to read her face, ‘’Did you like it aswell?’’

Ona grinned ‘’yes, very much, it was even hotter than i had imagined’’

‘’Did you imagine this?’’ Lucy questioned

Ona spoke softly, ‘’Yeah i did, i mean i love being on the receiving end, but there is something about using the strap on someone else, it’s hot, but i had just assumed you weren’t up for it, we should’ve talked about it, because i had liked to know that you had these bad experiences before Luce, then we could’ve talked about that’’

‘’Not just this’’ Ona said while pointing between her legs ‘’but also other things, trust is very important in the bedroom’’. ‘’I hate that you didn’t always have that’’

Lucy grabbed Ona’s hand and laced their fingers. ‘’I love you’’ she said once more.

‘’Do you want to tell me about it’’ Ona asked

Lucy smiled softly ‘’I actually discussed it with my therapist also, so you don’t have to worry that i was bottling it up, what do want to know, or should i just tell you the whole story’’

‘’Yeah tell me everything’’ Ona pressed a kiss on Lucy’s head that was laying on her chest ‘’tell me it all love’’.

‘’Okay but the subject contains information about exes and i don’t want you to spite them.. , so maybe i’ll leave out the names?’’ -Lucy

‘’Why, i wont do anything, i don’t even know your exes, only one’’ Ona questioned,

‘’Yeah’’ Lucy sighed, ‘’That’s true, okay i’ll start from the beginning….