#lucy and a real team

[booasaur]

NCIS: Hawai’i - 2x02 - “You’re lucky, you know. Your team, your boss. You... you have each other’s backs and you still want to get a beer at the end of the day.”

[traumendwoso]

Barca/Spnwnt Masterlist

[scarletgray]

this was so mom of him

[gh-0-stcup]

Gonna be honest, I don't think any Sam ship will ever hit as hard as Sam/Ruby.

[charles-leclerc-official]

personally i think the ones who will always be behind charles are a) luci and b) all the leclerchine ie. middle-aged italian man that would commit murder to see him win a wdc (context: there was discourseTM around how charles' fans are just women, and then when i was at imola charles fans were literally all the italian men there <3) matt can evaporate into thin air, he gives 'i'm a lando/mclaren fan' vibes so fucking bad i'd like for him to use superglue as chapstick

Prince Phillip II of Monaco has yet to reply to my email demanding they repave the entire track so that the grip only suits Charles and Charles alone. Sad.

That man only pretends to support Ferrari when we are doing well to ride the hype, then he's making fun of the team the moment anything isn't perfect. And his understanding of the team is abysmal. Enemy of the state in my garage.

Also be sure to add Ollie, and Jean Alesi to the list, true Tifoso for real.

[justisco]

💚🤍💚🤍

[ace-of-fairytail]

Gays for sharks

[fairydares]

the squad

[incorrectlasthours]

Will: I want you to know that I used to think there was nobody on this earth good enough for Lucie.

Jesse:

Will: And then, you came back from the dead-

Jesse: Aw-

Will: -but I still think that there’s nobody good enough for her.

Jesse:

Jesse: Ffs

[tiredsadpeach]

I think we’re at a stalemate after that text which tbh is better than I tweet and then he tweets about being annoyed

[izzyreadingblog]

Confessions | Mapi León x Ingrid Engen x reader

+18 minors please do not read it.

Rough Sex. Oral Sex. Strap-Ons. Praise Kink.

A/N: English is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes.

You had never meant to tell anyone about it. The dream had been embarrassing enough, making it hard to spend any length of time looking at the two of them, which wasn’t ideal when you had to work and travel with them both. You’d already been wary of spending time outside of training with them both, but it was hard to say no to Ingrid’s big green eyes when she begged you to join team bonding night.

And then Pina had dared you and the truth had just come spilling out.

Fucking team bonding night. Fucking tequila. Weren’t you all old enough to know better?

It’s possible they won’t remember anything in the morning, you think as you change into sweats to sleep in. It’s too late to go home, Lucy, Alexia, and Ona already bagged the spot in the guest room and you’re too tired to argue. So you are left to sleep with Mapi and Ingrid in their bedroom. 

What could go wrong?

You know it’s a bad idea the second you step back into the room. Mapi is sprawled on the bed in nothing but an oversized t-shirt, tanned legs hanging off the end of the mattress, and your breath catches just looking at her, an unwanted memory of that dream piercing through your alcohol-hazed brain. Ingrid is rummaging in a drawer and even with nothing but a pink glow from a lava lamp to see with, you can tell she’s wearing nothing under the bathrobe she’s hastily thrown on. Presumably, she’s looking for something to sleep in.

Calmly, you continue your route to the bed, sitting down and carding a hand through your hair, plugging your phone into the charger by the bed, and setting an alarm. You try to act nonchalant despite the hair on your neck prickling at the reminder of your half-dressed teammate less than a foot away. Mapi is on her phone anyway, not paying you a moment’s thought. It’s only when you swing your legs up onto the bed that you realize Ingrid is standing very close beside you, and you get startled. Even in just a light pink dressing gown and her face mostly clean of make-up, she strikes a commanding figure. You find yourself automatically sitting up straighter.

“Did you find it?” Mapi asks, casually, not even looking up from her phone.

“Yes, baby.”

There’s a click as Mapi locks her phone, moving out of the corner of your eye as she sets it down, tossing her hair over one shoulder and finally turning her attention towards you both. Heat is making its way up your spine and your chest and you know this isn’t what you think it is, but it’s making you paranoid all the same.

“Find what?” You find yourself asking.

“Sorry it’s not exactly like you described, but something tells me you won’t mind,” Ingrid teases, and before you know what’s happening, she’s pulling the robe to one side to show a large purple strap on between her legs.

Dumbfounded, you let Ingrid guide your hand towards it, over the tip, stroking down its length. Your heart is pounding by now, and you pull your hand back hastily, still half thinking this must be a joke. You glance at Mapi, but she’s curled onto her side, looking at you with interest, one hand dangerously close to the hem of her shirt. Her nipples are visible against the cotton and her eyes are dark with lust.

Not a joke, then. A dream. It has to be. You’re passed out on your bed, having another wet dream about your teammates. It’s the only explanation.

“Good thing I didn't leave this in my bag in Norway, huh?” Ingrid teases, tugging on the toy like she’s wanking off a real dick. “Don’t worry, I’ve cleaned it since that night baby.”

Beside you, Mapi blushes, biting her bottom lip in a way that only makes her more attractive.

“You have any idea how good Mapi looks on her knees with my strap in her throat? Do you think you’d look good like that? What do you think, Mapi?”

Your pulse has shot straight to your cunt by now, the heat building there needy and frantic. Completely dumbfounded you don’t know how to react to any of this, but your body does. You know how wet you are already, how much your nipples are aching to be touched, you can’t look at Ingrid in the eyes, but you can’t keep staring at the toy either, so you look down at your own hands, noticing the way they’re clenching and unclenching, sweaty and trembling.

“I’d like to see it,” Mapi’s input sends a shiver through you.

“You heard her, beautiful. Is time to be on your knees.”

Almost of its own accord, your body moves, following as Ingrid moves away from the bed, gesturing to the shag carpet beneath her feet. It’s a good thing she wants you on the floor because your knees feel like they might give out as your eyes trail up her long legs, the strap between her legs standing to attention. You lower yourself to the floor, subconsciously licking your lips as you imagine them around the head of the toy.

“Wait,” Mapi calls from the bed before you’ve even had a chance to touch Ingrid. “I think she’s a bit too clothed.”

Ingrid regards you in your loungewear set and hums her agreement. You try not to feel self-conscious as you lift your tank top off, feeling two sets of eyes scrutinizing the flesh you reveal. You’re eager to please, so when Ingrid reaches down and tweaks one of your nipples, you make a show of tossing your head back, gasping at the jolt of pleasure it sends through you. Her hand moves up to your face, tugging it closer, and, obediently, you open your mouth, taking the head of her dick between your lips.

“Good girl,” Mapi praises, cupping your face, and it’s so similar to the dream that you wonder if you hadn’t somehow let that little detail slip after all.

With encouragement, you move further, taking more of the silicone toy into your mouth. You’ve never done this before, but it’s easy to forget that the appendage isn’t part of Ingrid, especially when your gaze meets hers, finding the look of pleasure in her eyes. With each suck of the toy, Ingrid moans, hips thrusting, until she’s fucking your mouth with it, pushing hard enough that you gag around the silicone, withdrawing completely, leaving a long string of saliva attaching you to Ingrid’s dick. She wipes your face, encouraging you to stand up and kiss her. Ingrid’s a good kisser, maybe even better than she was in the dream, and you lose yourself in it, letting out a surprised whine when she eventually pulls away.

“Such a good girl, taking me so well. I bet you have a sweet little pussy, don’t you? I don’t think you could handle me.”

You shake your head, still sort of astonished by the way Ingrid is talking to you, how quickly she’s taken over the persona from your dream. You glance over at Mapi and find she’s closer than she was, her hand having edged its way inside her panties. You have to look away, the sight of her making you almost unbearably aroused.

“I think you need Mapi to get you ready for me,” Ingrid says, “is that how it happened in your little fantasy? Do you want to cum on Maria’s tongue, first?”

“Answer her,” Mapi encourages from the bed.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

You swallow, gazing up at Ingrid, trying to gauge what she wants. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good girl. Take those sweatpants off. Lie on the bed for me, legs open.”

You do as you’re told. It’s as simple as being given a work assignment, the heady arousal drowning out any room for concern or hesitation. Once your pants are tossed aside, you leave yourself open on the bed, watching as Ingrid and Mapi kiss. They’re too intoxicating together, Mapi with her hands in Ingrid’s hair and Ingrid taking a fist of Mapi’s shirt and holding it against her spine, revealing her perfect ass peeking out around a lacy thong. This is everything you dreamed about and more, the need to touch yourself is almost overwhelming as you wait for someone to do it for you.

Ingrid pushes Mapi towards the bed, slapping her ass on the way, Mapi’s face is flushed, but there’s easy confidence in the way she shirks her t-shirt, revealing perky-looking tits, hard nipples begging for attention. You want to reach for her but something stops you. Some thought that you’re supposed to wait for permission. When Mapi straddles you, legs not quite touching yours, and you reach a hand upward, your suspicions are confirmed.

“No touching,” the blond whispers, leaning down to gently kiss you, then continuing, “Not until Ingrid says you can.”

Mapi’s mouth drifts along your body, barely making contact, and it takes everything to stop yourself from breaking the rules. Mapi licks down your abdomen, and you shiver, letting out the faintest whine which makes her laugh, looking up at you with a glazed expression. Her hands move to your waist, slender fingers lifting you, repositioning you the way she wants you. Mapi’s breath against your cunt makes you bury your fingers in the bed sheets to resist touching anything you aren’t allowed to, your grip tightening when the very tip of her tongue brushes against your slit. Her grip moves to your ass, prompting you to put your legs over her shoulders, and then she’s gently stroking her tongue over you, and you lose all sense of thought. Her tongue parted you, delving into the shallowness of your pussy and then up, ghosting over your clit, then again with more pressure, more intent. The sounds that come out of you are embarrassingly loud and guttural, and you know Ingrid's going to get her wish of seeing you cum on Mapi’s tongue in no time.

Mapi’s lips wrap around your clit, sucking, then her tongue moving in quick, hard patterns against the bud, and you make a sound you’ve never heard come from yourself before, clenching your fingers in the mattress so hard you think you might rip it. You feel her smile against you, repeating the action, and then shifting slightly, two fingers sliding into your wet depths, moving painfully slow. In the next suck of your clit, Mapi curls her fingers, thrusting harder, her knuckles brushing against your inner walls. It feels so fucking good, you whine for more and a third finger. Her tongue traces tight patterns against your clit, flicking it upwards as Mapi plunges her fingers into you, almost lifting you off the bed again.

“You’re doing so well,” Ingrid praises, moving closer. Her hands ghost over your tits, not applying enough pressure anywhere, but stimulating your tightened nipples all the same. “Does she feel as good as she did in your dream?”

Your head is so hazy it takes a moment for the words to make sense, let alone to form a response. “Yes,” you moan, eventually, “better.”

Mapi hums against your pussy in response, just lightly ghosting her teeth against your clit, nibbling in a way that threatens to pull you over the edge.

“Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me?” Mapi murmurs sweetly, gazing up at you with big brown eyes, her nose and cheeks glistening with your arousal.

Mapi doesn’t wait for a response, diving back in, and fucking you with more fervor until you feel like you might rip in two if you don’t cum soon. Ingrid’s hand was still on your breast, squeezing firmly, her thumb swiping over your nipple in time with Mapi’s tongue on your clit. You shudder, legs clamping tight around Mapi’s head, and when the orgasm hits, words spill out of your mouth in a tumble of barely cohesive sounds. Mapi coaxes you through it, pressing kisses to your thighs, fingers still buried inside you, and laying you gently back down as you come down from your high.

It should be embarrassing. It only isn’t because Mapi is gazing at you with soft eyes and your cum spread across her chin. Ingrid reaches for her, kissing her thoroughly and moaning at the taste of you on her tongue. You know you’re in trouble from the way your pussy leaps at the sight of it, desperate to be filled again. 

And Ingrid has just the thing.

You sit up, running a hand through your hair in a vague attempt to tame it. You’re having trouble focussing your vision on any one thing in front of you: Ingrid’s pale thighs and the hint of the silicone dick you’re desperate for her to fuck you with, Mapi’s incredible body. The shoulders of Ingrid’s dressing gown have slipped down, the tie the only thing stopping it from revealing her full chest. You want so much to see her, to touch her. 

To be fucked by her.

Pulling away from Mapi, Ingrid moves towards you. She pushes into the space between your legs, forcing you to make room for her. Breath catches in your chest as you reach a hand upwards, hoping to undo the dressing gown tie, but Ingrid catches your wrist before you can make contact.

“Uh-uh,” she smirks, withdrawing from you entirely. “On your hands and knees on the end of the bed, please. Face the headboard.”

You follow the directions easily, though your heart is pounding in your chest. The air in the room is so still you can hear Mapi’s labored breaths and the way the mattress springs creak as you move. You wonder if Alexia Ona and Lucy can hear you from their room. You’ve never really been into being bossed around but fuck it’s different when it’s Ingrid. How you’re ever going to take an order from her at work again, you don’t know.

Firm but cold hands grip your hips, tugging you into an ass-up position that takes a moment to be comfortable. Ingrid runs her fingers through your folds, gathering moisture and spreading it, and you almost shake with anticipation. And then she’s gone. Mapi appears in your peripheral, brushing your hair behind your ear tenderly. She ducks to the same level as your face, still stroking your cheek, your jaw.

“Is this ok?” the blond asks, “if it’s too much we can—-“

“No, no,” you stammer, and in response, Ingrid grips your hips tighter.

Mapi dips her head, kissing you softly in a way that makes you dizzy. Just as Mapi deepens the kiss, sinking her teeth gently into your bottom lip, Ingrid chooses that exact moment to push the head of her dick into you. The sound of the gasp that leaves your lips echoes in the space between your mouth and Mapi’s. You can’t keep kissing her, not when Ingris is sinking further into your cunt, stretching and filling you painfully slowly.

“Please,” you whine, hips automatically pushing back for more contact.

Ingrid’s grip tightens on your hip, fingers deep enough to bruise. “You get what I give you,” she says, withdrawing the strap almost entirely.

Before you can object, she’s plowing back in, starting up a bruising rhythm that you feel all the way to your toes. Your eyes squeeze closed, taking in the deep, hard strokes that feel like they’re reaching all the way into your belly,

“Oh my god. Oh, Jesus fuck.”

“Shut her up, Mapi.”

You expect a kiss. What you don’t expect is the bed sinking under the blond’s weight, Mapi grabbing a fist full of your hair and forcibly lifting your face to her dripping cunt.

Despite every part of your body groaning at the overstimulation, you let your tongue run through her folds. She tastes so sweet and tangy, and her hand is guiding you where she wants you, stopping you from having to think. Allowing you to concentrate on Ingrid. All you have to do is keep licking and sucking, eyes closed, half listening to the wet slap of Ingrid filling you, half listening to Mapi’s soft moans and murmurs of your name.

You’re not going to last long at all. The tightness building in your abdomen, the way your thighs are clenching, legs wobbly.

Mapi’s nails against your scalp, her hand clenched in your hair, feels amazing, but it’s Ingrid adjusting her grip on you, one hand taking a rough hold of your tits, that tips you over the edge, palm stimulating your nipples, her hips lifting so the base of the toy rubs your clit, bumping across the sensitive nub. You can’t concentrate on attending to Mapi anymore, breathing heavily against her instead, barely registering the way her body is fluttering around you. Something deep inside you knots, and before you can stop yourself, you’re coming, hard and fast, trembling around Ingrid’s strap. You grip Mapi’s hips for balance, lowering your head so your chin is against her clit. She’s watching you cum, rocking herself against you, using you to simulate her orgasm.

As soon as you’ve recovered, Ingrid still buried deep inside you, you hook your hands around Mapi’s gorgeous legs and get to work. Now that you’re less distracted, it doesn’t take long to have her quivering on the edge. Ingrid’s murmuring encouragement, rocking just slightly into you so as not to over-stimulate your sensitive cunt, and it’s just the right amount. You shift so you can slide two fingers into Mapi, feeling her pussy tighten around you, welcoming you in.

It only takes a few thrusts, the constant dance of your tongue against her clit, and she’s cumming, her grip on your scalp so tight it hurts. You try to watch, to absorb every part of her in case you never get the chance to see it again, still not entirely sure this isn’t some elaborate dream, conjured up by copious amounts of alcohol.

Ingrid pulling out of you leaves you feeling hollow and spent. You collapse against the bed, rolling onto your side so you can give Mapi some space to recover. You’ve used muscles you haven’t exercised in months if not years, and your body is gonna hurt like hell tomorrow.

If this is real. If it isn’t your brain playing another evil trick on you.

“Well, fuck,” Ingrid chuckles, sliding the harness of the dildo down her legs and tossing it somewhere in the room. “I hope that was good. I’m exhausted.”

The break in character leaves you momentarily speechless. Mapi sits up, looking disheveled and breathless, and gives you a dopey-looking smile.

“It was better than ok for me. How are you doing beautiful? Do you need anything?”

You were still on a high, mind clouded with everything that had happened, still not fully knowing if it was real or a product of your mind, you couldn’t do anything but stare at Mapi, words not coming out of your mouth.

“I think we broke her my love,” Ingrid says to Mapi, “I’m going to get a cloth to have you both clean, keep an eye on her baby”

Ingrid goes to the bathroom and comes back with two cloths, she first goes to Mapi and helps her get clean and after a quick kiss, you feel her get close to you and you hear her beautiful voice say “I’m going to clean you okay, are you okay with me doing that? answer verbally please I need to know”

“Yes, is okay” you manage to say and Ingrid smiles at you and proceeds to get you cleaned. 

After that, you feel Mapi get close to you and with no words needed, you get closer and cuddle on her chest as you feel Ingrid positioning herself behind and cuddling you too. 

You were about to fall asleep when you heard Mapi’s voice "We’ve been wanting to tell you something," she began, glancing at Ingrid for support.

Ingrid moves her position and gets herself in front of you, so you can see both of their faces nodded, her eyes meeting yours with sincerity. "We’ve both developed feelings for you," she confessed. "It’s something we’ve talked about for a while now, and we wanted you to know."

Your heart skipped a beat as you processed their words. Mapi continued, her grip on your shoulder tightening slightly. "We like you, and we want to be with you," she said. "If you feel the same way, we’d love to take you on a date, as soon as possible, especially after what happened tonight, we don’t want you to feel like this was just a one-time thing, for us is much more than that."

The warmth and sincerity in their eyes melted away any reservations you might have had. You felt a surge of emotions, surprise, joy, and an overwhelming sense of belonging. "I... I like you both too," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I’d love to go on a date with you both." 

A radiant smile spread across Mapi’s face, and Ingrid’s eyes sparkled with happiness. They both leaned in, enveloping you in a tight, affectionate hug. The three of you remained like that for a while. In the embrace of Mapi and Ingrid, you felt a sense of love and belonging that you had never experienced before, and you couldn’t wait to see where this new journey would take you.

MASTRLIST

[woso-dreamzzz]

Head in the Clouds II

Barcelona Femení x Teen!Reader

Summary: You remain dazed and confused

You went crashing to the ground, skidding across the wet pitch.

"You feeling okay, champ?"

You groan, clutching at your ribs as you roll onto your back. "Can you tell Bright to please leave me alone? You're friends, right?"

Lucy laughs. "Funny, kid. Real funny. You feeling good, though? Okay to continue?"

You huff and let Lucy pull you up, wiping the rain from your face.

Chelsea had upped their game since that red card, truly, and as one of the younger ones on the pitch, you were baring the brunt of it. It seemed that they had forgotten you were once their academy player just like you did.

Though, to be fair, yours was more of you had genuinely forgotten while this seemed more like revenge on their part.

"Atta-girl," Lucy says, clapping you on the back.

"Hey," Ingrid approaches as well," That looked nasty. How are your ribs?"

"Sore," You answer," But I think I can keep going."

"There's that winning mentality!" Lucy says," Sticking it out until the end."

Ingrid gives Lucy a pointed look. "You know, I think I preferred it when you were more protective over her. She's hurt her ribs, Lucy!"

"I'll be fine."

"See! She'll be fine!"

Ingrid rolls her eyes but moves to take the free kick you've just won.

You go streaking up the pitch after it.

Carter and Charles both run up either side of you just as you release the ball from your foot, sending it towards Hampton.

One of them jostles you off balance and you trip, going careening forward.

It must have been a pretty forceful shove because you gain a lot of air, very quickly.

Quick enough to meet up with the ball you've already released.

You smash the top of your head against it just as you land on the ground.

"Ow..." You say to no one as your ribs flair in pain again as your body meets the pitch.

Over the ringing of your ears, you can't hear the roar of the crowd as your head propels the ball just an inch too far for Hampton to get her glove around.

It slots itself in the net but you're still faceplanted in the dirt to have even noticed.

Someone grabs you, Patri, you find, and shakes you almost too violently.

She's saying something but all you can do is mindlessly stare in confusion at her.

"I taught her that!" Lucy's proud voice cuts through the ringing in your ears. "Did you know? I taught her that."

"Sure, Luce," Comes Keira's dry reply.

"What? I did! Even the landing!"

"I..." You say, rubbing a sore spot on your head. "What happened?"

Patri laughs, jostling you again. "You just scored, idiot!"

"Did I?"

"Yes!" Comes the chorus of voice arounds you and you glance around to see the rest of the team.

"Oh...When did you guys get here?"

"How are your ribs?" It's Paredes now and you frown, pressing on them.

You wince. "I'll live."

Keira sighs. "God, Luce, couldn't you teach her anything else? We don't need another Lucy Bronze running around."

Lucy grins. "I think we do. She's my protégé."

"I don't think Alexia would be happy hearing you say that."

Lucy suddenly turns pale, eyes wide. "Oh, shit. Don't tell her I said that."

They go back and forth while you still stare up at confusion in the screen displaying the 3-0 score to Barcelona.

"Seriously," Paredes says," Your ribs. Are they okay?"

"I can still play on them."

"So they're not okay." She gestures to Jona to sub you off.

"But..."

"We need you for the final," She says to you," Besides, the match is nearly over. They're not catching up to us now."

Bruna comes on in your place and you sit, dazed and confused on the bench.

Jana giggles at your face, poking your cheeks as you try to mull over your goal.

"Are you sure it counts?" You ask.

"Are you saying they should disallow it?"

"No!" You say quickly," But...I don't know."

"Tell you what," Jana giggles," If this football thing doesn't work out for you then professional clown might."

You frown. "Huh?"

She mimics the face you pulled when you found out the ball went in.

Your eyes go wide.

"Oh no."

She grins. "Oh yes. It's been, what, five minutes? I've already seen ten separate Twitter accounts with it as the profile picture."

[etherealstar-writes]

I WANNA BE YOURS | WOSO X READER | PT 16

pairings: woso x reader

summary: in which you're accidentally added to a random group chat, not knowing they're all actually famous footballers, and obliviously end up having many of them competing for your love and attention.

part: sixteen

part one here

✦ ——— ✦ ——— ✦

THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

felt lotte 😔

neev you went to a wsl match and to an arse-nal one of all ?! i thought you were a chelsea supporter y/n 😔 how could you do this to me bae

kyra who the hell would be sane enough to support chelshit?

elton PLS

willybum CHELSHIT HAHAHA

neev are we seeing this rn sam @ samtheskippa the disrespect

sam the skippa kyra lillee cooney-cross

kyra erm mum, save me @ stephy

stephy i ain't getting involved in this

kyra 😔

meado oh my lord

tom holland's twin i have a concussion y/n ✌️ twinning

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ want me to come over and we can watch movies i'll bring ice-cream

tom holland's twin pls do 🙏

stairway why is lotte getting special treatment? i sprained my ankle the other day

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ sucks to be you

elton are you seriously still mad at us for accidentally giving you a concussion

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

neev i'll make it up to you with nandos i'll pay 🙏

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ okay

willybum that's all it took for you to forgive her? nandos?

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ hey, nandos is fire 🔥 only ppl with taste can understand

mccard real

kyra real

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ and i can never stay mad at you guys for long

the REAL karate kid yayyy

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ but tillies are still my number one

willybum NOOO

kyra YESSS as you should 💪

the REAL karate kid okay but you support arsenal yeah? 🥺🙏

neev NAHH chelsea 🤍💙🥺🙏

brightness chelsea 🤍💙

flaming hot chelsea 🤍💙

sam the skippa aye up the blues 🤍💙

elton NAHH yanited 🔛🔝

earpsy yesss ❤️🖤

zelem ❤️🖤

turner ❤️🖤

hempo it's actually mancity thank you very much

lani ayeee

esme yess

chloe that's right

kyra nah y'all are absolutely delulu it's fairly obvious y/n should support ausenal we're superior 💪

wilybum you mean arsenal 🤨 ❤️🤍

kyra yeah that of course 😁 ❤️🤍

the REAL karate kid ❤️🤍

meado ❤️🤍

tom holland's twin ❤️🤍

mccard ❤️🤍

ford ❤️🤍

stephy ❤️🤍

stairway NAH WHAT THE FLIIP WE HAVE MOST OF THE ARSENAL TEAM HERE THIS IS UNFAIR

neev YEAH UNFAIR FR

cha cha i was gonna suggest spurs ....

willybum OH HELL NAH

the REAL karate kid NO

elton ABSOLUTY NOT

cha cha okay okay geez

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ i think i should remain unspoken about this topic before things get more out of hand ....

neev NAH this is an important life decision y/n

rusty metal wait y/n barca will welcome you with open arms

willybum THEY AREN'T A WSL TEAM LUCY

rusty metal i thought it was just clubs in general 😔

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ barca is lookin very convicing ngl and i most def support ausenal (and lotte) 🇦🇺✊

mccard technically i'm an honorary aussie so do i count in ausenal 👀

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ of course

neev i thought we had a connection y/n 😔

willybum why not lionessenal 😔

meado that is a terrible name

the REAL karate kid fr

willybum sue me for tryin why don't you think of something better then

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ nahh doesn't hit the same as ausenal

willybum i liked it better when you didnt know who we were and supported me 😔

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ that isn't very cash money of you willybum

ona you should come to barcelona y/n!

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ anything for you ona 🙏

stairway nahhh come support bayern in germany 💪

kie barca is superior actually

rusty metal that's right!

willybum they're overrated

kie you did not

ona added la reina

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ MOTHER ALEXIA EKBHFlkuweqBFQLUEB NO WAY OMG IVE PASSED AWAY

neev HELP the alexia putellas being added to this gc was NOT on my bingo card this year 😭

ona alexia, leah williamson just said barca is overrated

willybum deleted a chat

willybum i don't know what she's talking about alexia you're amazing

la reina thank you? your nickname is ... creative

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ alexia will you adopt me?

la reina what?

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ what? erm you are insanely peng oml

ona i thought i was peng 😔

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ YOU ARE

ona then you need another compliment for her

kyra alexia is very mother actually

cha cha she is fr

neev seconded

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ but steph is mother for me 🙏 alexia is literally la reina, my queen 😩

stephy what in the world are you guys talking about 😭

rusty metal wait what am i then?

neev grandma duh

rusty metal i shouldn't have asked 😭

ona grandma lucy hahaha

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ ona i'm packing my bags rn coming to barca right away for you

ona i shall be waiting

willybum i can't believe we're being forgotten about 😔

kyra no one cares lord farquaad

willybum you pest 😒

willybum changed kyra's name to pest

pest wow

willybum suits you very well

pest that's not gonna stop me from pestering you, willybum you do realise that

willybum steph control your child

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ but i never did anything 😔

willybum NOT YOU ALSO SINCE WHEN HUH? 😭

stephy do you have a problem with my children, williamson?

willybum erm no

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ mother, kyra is hogging your favourite son from your favourite daughter

stephy kyra give calvin back to y/n

pest wow i'm the neglected middle child i guess 😒

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ L

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not me finally posting another crappy chapter 🤭

[barcaatthemoon]

all's fair || lucy bronze x reader ||

things get heated when lucy marks you at practice.

your chemistry with lucy was undeniable. off the pitch, the two of you were the 'it' couple of the sports world. on the pitch, you were every opponent's nightmare. lucy's passes to you couldn't miss, and the last thing you wanted to do was waste such a nice pass on a miss. it was rare that anybody ever had the two of you play against each other, but that wasn't because you were too good together.

all of your coaches had at one point seen how the love and passion between the two of you soured when pitted against one another. things always got heated. it was a back and forth that occasionally threatened to have the two of you injuring each other. all in all, things tended to get rough.

today was supposed to be a light practice. the heat had been getting to everybody a little bit, so the coaching staff was fine with allowing for a scrimmage before lunch and the film session. it was supposed to be a fairly easygoing scrimmage, but the team knew that wasn't going to happen when you and lucy were separated.

"alright girls, it's not going to be easy, but i think we have the win. push forward the best you can, and i'll take care of (y/n)," lucy said. she worked through the strategy with her team a couple of times before the kick-off. alexia immediately made the move to put you as a forward instead of in the midfield.

"make room in the backline, and remember to look before you make your passes. be careful with your challenges," alexia directed her last statement towards you. it was no secret that lucy had fallen victim to a dirty challenge or two from you. there was a tendency to play rougher with your wife than you did with anybody else.

the whistle blew, and both you and lucy acted as if it was a real game. alexia watched as you made space for yourself and the other girls, but you were never really open. lucy was on you constantly, not even looking at the other players. nobody was going to pass to you, which frustrated you a bit. it didn't matter if you fell back or moved towards the middle, lucy was on you like white on rice.

everybody except for lucy it seemed could see the way that you were getting angry. frustration threatened to boil over every single time you glanced over to see your wife standing against you. her hands burned with each brush against your skin that they made. it was beginning to really get on your nerves, eventually spilling over whenever she knocked into you during a corner.

"watch the fuck out!" you shouted at her. lucy squared up to you, bumping her chest against yours to knock you back a bit. the whistle was blown, but that didn't stop you and lucy from getting at each other a bit. you were in each other's faces, but the team stayed out of it. everybody began to disperse, both you and lucy being pulled in opposite directions.

"that was a good match," ingrid complimented you. she wrapped her arm around your shoulders as she guided you towards the mess hall. the two of you sat down together, ingrid unsure of whether or not lucy would even try to sit down. everybody was a bit nervous as they watched the two of you. much to almost everybody's surprise, lucy sat herself right next to you.

"you okay?" lucy asked as she glanced over at you. she knew that there had to be a few bruises from how aggressively she had marked you.

"fine. did you get a pack for your knee?" you checked in. lucy nodded, shoving the little pack off of her tray. you grabbed the tape from lucy's pocket and taped the ice pack to her knee. "you can take it off after lunch."

"thank you." lucy leaned over and pressed a kiss to your temple. the two of you fell into an easy conversation with your teammates, none of whom were brave enough to mention what had happened during the scrimmage game. to them, everybody seemed fine, so they left you to enjoy your lunch together and take notes on how you had improved over the course of the season during the film session.

[b14augrana]

‘Scrubber’

Your actions on the field are a product of your childhood idol

Barça Femení x teen!reader

pt. 2 masterlist

Warnings: reader suffers from the scrubber trait. 🥹

A/N: #yanited (not proofread as always x)

It was the last few minutes of the semi-final against Chelsea. If you kept the clean sheet at Stamford Bridge, you were sure to win it. If you didn’t… well, Fridolina tried explaining to you that you’d still win, but you weren’t willing to see for yourself.

“(Y/N), watch the wing!” yelled Mapi, who pointed to the flank. Lucy had overlapped and when the possession switched, you were left to take on Macario.

You glanced in the direction of the left wing, feeling slightly — no, very scared to go against Macario… on your own.

You could tell just by looking at her for a split second that Mapi was a bit worried for you too, and if she could deal with Macario she would, but unfortunately you were closer.

Nevertheless, you ran towards her side-on, trying to anticipate her next move. You knew what Mapi would say; hold her off until Lucy’s back in position, just delay her.

At the same time, you knew what Nemanja Vidić would do, and that is knock the living daylights out of her with a slide tackle. Guess what path you decided to take?

You sent yourself flying feet first towards the ball. As you slid across the grass, pushing the ball out of play. The last thing you saw before getting to your feet again was the distraught expression of Macario as she tumbled over your body, seemingly going headfirst towards the ground.

You could barely hear the groan she let out, because soon you were stood up and Mapi was at your side, patting you on the back for your tackle. Lucy ran to retrieve a ball and quickly toss it in to resume the play.

You hadn’t even registered your tackle until the side of your thigh started to hurt a little. A short glance beyond your shorts helped you discover that it was a bit red, but the tackle was worth any bruise that was sure to form in its place.

The game only started to pick up again when the red card was shown to Buchanan. Holding down the back line when the through balls and dribbles kept coming felt like a real Vidić-esque thing to do.

If it wasn’t already super obvious, Nemanja Vidić was your idol. You bled blaugrana in every shape and form, but that didn’t stop you from taking inspiration from the former Manchester United defender. If you hadn’t been a lifelong Barcelona fan, you would’ve trialed for the Manchester United academy and played for them just to say you played at your idol’s former club. You always had a pen and paper on hand in case you happened to come across him, and if that ever did happen you’d immediately get it tattooed (legal or not, you’d find a way).

The team found your love for Vidić very endearing. It was obvious that you admired his fearlessness because of how you tried to imitate it on the field by putting your body on the line, and Lucy loved that; she called you a ‘little brick wall’. Irene was a more solid defender than you, though. Your tactic was to just throw yourself at the ball whenever you were in doubt. She actually had tactics.

So, when Lauren James was at the edge of the box, winding her leg up to take a shot, you couldn’t find the time to think before flying in, cutting her out. You were smart enough to face the other way, and the ball deflected off your back instead of your face.

“¡Así es!” Ona yelled from the other side of the pitch, running into the box to defend further until Lucy cleared it down the wing.

The match ended with the scoreline being 2-0 to Barcelona. Everyone said your tackles were the defining factor that kept it that way, but you thought it was all thanks to Aitana, Frido and Cata. Regardless of who did what, you were happy your team were into the finals. You were happy you did something to keep them up on aggregate.

You ditched the celebrations a bit early to go sit down in the locker room and get your daily logins on Hay Day. The adrenaline wore off almost immediately after you sat on the bench, and your attention was brought to the minor grazes and bruises scattered along your legs. You felt one on your abdomen and somehow, you had a scratch on your shoulder.

You were glad. Vidić would never come out of a big match like that unscathed. You did your idol proud on the field, or so you hoped at least.

Most people often asked why you wanted to be a defender and subject yourself to the most physical parts of the game. Truth be told, you just really loved denying people of a goal. Lucy said you ‘played for the badge’ and despite not knowing what that meant, you hoped it was good.

You were also really bad at aiming and every time you cleared the ball or made a pass up field, you hoped and prayed it would at least go straight. You could never be a goal scorer like Caro or Aitana or Mariona.

“(Y/N),” a voice called out. You looked up from your phone to see Lucy. “Why aren’t you out celebrating?”

“I almost missed my Hay Day login. Have to do that before anything,” you replied. Lucy laughed, walking closer and sitting down on the bench beside you.

She put an arm around your shoulder, the way she always did. It felt older sister-y, and you liked that. “You really know how to tidy up back there,” she remarked. You smiled slightly, your cheeks burning up. Lucy was an insane defender so her praise meant the world to you. “Thanks, Luce.”

“They’re looking for you to give you the Player of the Match trophy, but you ran away too fast,” Lucy laughed, and your eyes bulged out of your skull.

“What about Aitana? She was the one that scored.”

“And you’re the one that kept out almost their entire team. You deserve this!” Lucy added, shaking you. You were a bit confused because you didn’t think your tackles were that vital, but you were proved wrong.

“Okay, okay. I’ll go out in a bit, after I put my slides on,” you responded. The woman smiled and gave you a tight side hug.

“Nemanja would be proud, scrubber. Good job today,” Lucy added while she stood up and began to walk away. Your face couldn’t help but form a smile of its own.

“But, don’t start slide tackling in every game. The last thing we need is for you to get hurt trying to wipe someone out with a Brexit,” she said sternly, suddenly turning around with a finger pointed at the plotting expression on your face. You raised your hands in defense.

[pers1st]

thrown down

pairing: alexia putellas x reader

warnings: r has a seizure

You are usually the calmest person on the pitch - something that Barcelona fans often applaud you for. It is not often that you lose your cool, especially in comparison to players such as Alexia, Mapi or even Lucy. You rarely get into fights, whether physically or vocally. Maybe that's why your teammates are so surprised when you finally seem to give into the aggression that had been flooding your veins for the past seventy minutes.

The El Classico was always a hot-headed match, but you had never seen a player be as targeted as Alexia seemed to be in this match. It wasn't unusual at all, Alexia proved to be a dangerous player for any opponent, and as you were still level going into the second half and Alexia was creating difficult chances from the moment she was subbed on, it surely agitated Madrid's players.

It was only her second match back after her injury break, which might have been why you saw red when she was yet again pushed, only this time you had seen her knee give out. Within seconds, you were at her side.

"Estas bien?", you asked, huffing for air as you leaned down towards your girlfriend, who was clutching her knee slightly.

"Sí, yo creo", she answered within seconds, which calmed you ever so slightly.

Satisfied with her answer, you rose back up, turning around towards the player who had just tackled Alexia for what seemed to be the hundredth time.

"You!", you yelled as you marched over towards the woman, a clear smirk on her lips. It infuriated you.

"Can't you just leave her alone, for fuck's sake! That's such a dangerous tackle, there's no need!", you continued, shoving the defender away rather harshly, before Lucy could pull you away. You received a yellow for your shove, and so did the Real Madrid defender. Somewhat satisfied with the outcome, you marched back into your position after seeing Alexia back up on her feet, desperate to finish this match without any more injuries. You were so, so wrong.

Within seconds, the match resumed and Barcelona was awarded a free kick in a very promising position. You lined up, with the rest of the players, on the line of the box, hoping to get your head in on the ball and possibly score, securing your team the win. Of course, you noticed the very woman you'd just shoved taking a stance next to you, but you didn't think much of it. Really, everyone was there, both Madrid and Barcelona players, all except for Alexia, who was aiming to take the shot.

The ball found you quickly, and as you jumped, you used all your energy to summarize it behind the ball, clinging at the chance to find the back of the net. Your head never reached the ball, though. Instead, an elbow hit the side of your face, just next to your eyebrow, slamming you harshly. Pain surged through your head in an instance, before you could even hit the floor and bang your temple against the hard grass once again.

Everyone was too focused on Patri's header to notice your crumpled form on the floor. Everyone, except for your girlfriend. She didn't even follow Patri's header, instead surging forwards to lean over you, waving to the referee for a head injury and to allow the medical team to enter the field. She had seen the whiplash your head took from the collision, and knew by the fact that you weren't moving in the slightest that this injury was bad.

Truthfully, no one could have grasped just how bad it actually was.

"Amor? Hey, please wake up!", your girlfriend shrieked over your unconscious body, not knowing whether she could touch you or not.

"Hey, ref!", she yelled out, and finally the whistle blew as more players joined and a crowd was starting to form around you.

Just then, while your body was carefully hidden by a sea of blue and red shirts, your frame began twitching. Alexia thought it was a good sign at first, thinking you would finally began regaining consciousness. However, when the medics finally reached the formed crowd, the slight twitches turned into a seizure, and before Alexia could even react, your whole body shook aimlessly, a crumpled form on the pitch, almost like a fish in the dry.

Covering her mouth in pure shook, Alexia leaned past the medics, grabbing a fist of your shirt just to hold any piece of you she could grasp. She couldn't let go of you, no matter how desperately Irene tried to pull her away from the medics and your seizing body. The fabric was clammy in her hands, but not even the pain seizing through her wrist from how hard she was clutching onto you could get her to let go. Everyone seemed to be in shock as to what your body was going through, and no one reacted. It sent a pain through Alexia's body that she'd never felt before - worse than when she'd torn her ACL, worse than when she'd had the second surgery, worse than any concussion or bruise. Watching you suffer, helplessly gripping your shirt and trying to understand what the hell was going on, was worse than anything she could imagine.

It seemed like hours until your body finally stopped shaking, but Alexia didn't calm down in the slightest.

"Ale, calm down. The doctor's have got it", Ingrid tried to soothe the woman, but her attempts were helpless. If she hadn't gripped Alexia's shoulders just in time, your girlfriend would've jumped into the ambulance that had driven onto the field with you.

Luckily, both of the women were supposed to come off around this time anyways, with Jona being careful of Alexia's injury and Ingrid having played her heart out already, and so the two women rushed to the changing rooms, as the memories of your collision kept replaying in your girlfriend's head, the fear almost swallowing her whole. There was something that had made you look so - so absolutely broken, on that pitch, and just as tears were clouding her vision again, Alexia could barely change into clean clothes, let alone take a shower. Ingrid kept her composure up fairly well, reminding Alexia over and over again that you were in good hands, that the team's doctor had gone with you, that the doctors in the hospital knew how to deal with this, that they were trained to deal with this. But it had very little effect. Alexia's foot kept coming down onto the floor of the car without rhythm, bouncing up and down in anxiety as the woman tried to keep herself from opening up the absolute waterfall that was lingering behind her lashes. She had gotten them done just a few days ago, and something as little as your smile when she'd told you excitedly, asking for your opinion, almost made her suffocate. You were everywhere - your laugh, your smile, your voice, your smell, you lingered in the air around Alexia, intoxicating it and making it incredibly harder for her to breathe.

What if you didn't make it?

The question brought Alexia's foot to a halt, and a single tear travelled down her cheek at the thought that she might never hear your voice, your laughter, again.

"It's going to be okay", Ingrid whispered as though she had read Alexia's mind, even if the woman wasn't sure whether it was to ease your girlfriend or her own thoughts.

"We should probably get comfortable. We'll be here a while", Ingrid mumbled as she guided Alexia into the waiting room, who had fallen completely silent during the last few minutes of the car ride. She couldn't blame your girlfriend - Alexia wasn't a person to show her feelings, much less talk about them, and however she wanted to deal with this, Ingrid deemed it okay until they gained more knowledge about your situation.

And comfortable, they got. The whole team showed up, explaining how the ref had finished the match mere seconds after your body had left the pitch, and even Mapi and Pina, who usually liked to cause havoc, were silent as Patri distributed the takeout she had gotten on the way here across the team.

Panic grew within Alexia as the hours crept on and the sun set agonizingly slowly, but she didn't manage to say a word, sitting in silence with her teammates as she forced multiple gulps down her throat, fighting the tears brimming in her eyes. She didn't allow herself to think about the what-ifs anymore, not daring to let her mind wander into a world without you in it. There was no world without you in it. Alexia didn't allow it.

Nothing seemed to calm her, as she refused to eat, tapping her fingers against her legs nervously. Just when she thought she needed to run to the bathroom to throw up, a doctor appeared in the waiting room. The man seemed stunned at the amount of women in Barça clothes crowding the place, but he didn't complain.

"Are you the family of Ms Y/L/N?"?"

"We're her teammates", Ingrid answered, gently taking her feet off the opposing chair once more as Alexia sat up.

The man nodded shortly.

"She asked for Alexia?", the doctor asked, gently smiling at your girlfriend, who rose to her feet immediately at the mention of her name. He walked her and Ingrid, who followed her with a hand on the small of her back, away from the waiting room, into a more secluded area, before offering details of your operation.

"The seizure was caused by a traumatic brain injury, likely when she hit her head on the floor. We've had to do a minor procedure to stop her brain from swelling, but as of right now, there's no sign of any damage to her brain. She's just woken up and is very out of it, still. It will be a while until she's back to her normal self, she'll need to be under supervision here, for a couple of days. But she's asked to see you."

His words rung in Alexia's head, bouncing back and forth and giving her a migraine, bringing tears to her eyes once more. You were okay. You had asked for her. You had asked to see her.

"Can I see her?"

The doctor gave her your room number without hesitation. Ingrid had to hold her back as she hurried towards the floor you were on.

Despite the relief lifting a harsh weight from her shoulders, Alexia was growing anxious with every step. Memories of your body shaking on the ground, almost like a rag doll, were flooding her brain still, and it would take actually seeing you to realize that you were okay. It seemed like a miracle to her.

She glanced at Ingrid when she reached your room.

"Go. I'll let the others know."

Tears were brimming in her eyes when she opened the door to your dimly lit hospital, glancing at the small figure in a bed that seemed far too spacious for you. When she finally found your eyes looking back at her, she allowed the tears to stain her cheeks at once.

"Amor", you sighed, holding an arm out for her as Alexia was seemingly stuck at the door.

"Hey, I'm okay", you tried once more to stop her tears from falling, but it was to no avail. At least, this got Alexia's legs moving once more, as she cautiously stepped towards you. Your head was bandaged up and you were wearing a hospital gown, the blanket drawn up to your shoulders.

When Alexia finally grabbed your hand, she swore herself to never let go of it again. You were okay. You were alright. You were sitting in front of her. She wouldn't have to live her life without you. The realization seemed too much as she broke out into sobs, her whole body shaking as she gripped onto your hand so hard it almost became uncomfortable.

"Amor, I'm okay", you tried to soothe her as she sunk into the chair next to your bed, gently letting her head fall into your lap, burying herself in the fabric of your itchy blanket.

"I... I thought I lost you", she hiccuped through her sobs, and you gently began stroking her hair, desperate to calm your girlfriend down.

"Never, you're stuck with me, amor", you smiled softly down at her. Even hours after the seizure and the procedure done to avoid your brain swelling, you felt absolutely thrown down, eyes fluttering closed every few seconds as Ingrid finally led all of the women who'd waited for you into your room, which promptly got Alexia to kick them out again.

"Alright, vamos, everyone. This one needs sleep", she huffed, firmly motioning towards the door, shaking her head at every complaint of your teammates.

"Bye, guys", you smiled after them as the crowd slowly dispersed, allowing only you, Ingrid and Mapi in the dark room.

"Ale, are you coming?", Mapi asked as she gathered her bag from the table across from you, holding her hand out for Ingrid.

Alexia looked at you then, panic written across her face. You shook your head gently.

"I spoke to the nurses, they said you could stay", you smiled at your girlfriend, seeing relief spread across her cheeks in an instant, her hand gently squeezing yours. You knew how worried Alexia was, and you had known how worried she would be. Just for tonight, she could climb into bed with you, hold you all night long and help you in the morning. Just for tonight, she wouldn't have to leave you. You feared she never would again, anyways. Though maybe, that wouldn't be as bad as you thought.