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ibiza holiday - leila ouahabi & misa rodríguez

word count - 8.8k | summary - laia convinces her bestfriend that a group holiday with her friends would be a good idea, yet previous encounters lead to some interesting experiences. leila x misa x reader.

MDNI 18 + - 18+ themes, basically smut but not smut, probably an incredibly unrealistic holiday set up

“nenaaaa, come on it’ll be fun!” laia whined as she tugged on your shirt for a second time. the two of you were sitting in your shared apartment, having just finished training, you were trying to relax but clearly laia had other ideas.

for the past few hours she had been trying to convince you to say yes to a girls' holiday to ibiza in the off-season, a tradition that had been going on for years between her and her friends and yet somehow you’d been invited, even when you barely knew anyone who was going.

you and laia had become inseparable incredibly quickly. the two of you had previous connections before laia made her move to arsenal, being invited to celebrate the champions league win with kiera and lucy meant you got to know a few of the barca girls over some dancing, a lot of drinks and a hangover breakfast.

“laia these are your friends, not mine, you can’t just invite me because you’ll ‘miss’ me for a few weeks” you used finger quotes around the word ‘miss’, clearly emphasising how dramatic laia had been in her previous convincing.

“no no, the girls invited you, you must’ve made a good impression on them” she said, wiggling her eyebrows as she spoke.

“wait, which girls?” you asked hesitantly, narrowing your eyes in her direction.

“espera déjame pensar” she dazed off for a minute, using her hands to count the players before speaking the list aloud, “there is alexia, jenni, leila and misa” she smiled. (wait let me think)

“jesus that’s a lot of people, i barely know any of them” you shook your head firmly, her convincing clearly not working.

“joder, if alexia putellas asks you to go on holiday you do not say no!” laia tutted, shaking her head the same way you just did.

you thought for a minute as your mind went through the list of people, “wait, you said leila?” you asked curiously, now considering the offer slightly more than before.

“si, maybe she is the one who asked for you eh” a smirk flashing across her face as she teased you.

“shut up asshole” you muttered, “i was just making sure i heard you right”.

“do not lie english woman, you are thinking about when you fucked her at my birthday party!” she accused, pointing her finger at you.

you smacked her hand down, “it was literally just a kiss codi, and you were the one who wanted to set us up!” you accused back.

“only because both of you kept talking about finding each other attractive and i didn’t want to hear any more” she defended, the two of you half-shouting at each other as you spoke.

you settled in your chair and folded your arms across your chest, “i have no regrets, anyways why is misa coming? i thought this was a barca thing?.

“hm more like a spain thing, you haven’t met misa before right?” she questioned.

“well we have a little bit, it was weird, obviously i was trying to score but she kept saying things like ‘vale princesa’ or would touch my waist and my back during corners, or there would be really intense eye contact, even at the end of the game she came and talked to me and said it again” you explained, “and lucy said she was looking me up and down but i don’t really believe her”.

you watched as laia’s smirk reappeared, “esto es clasico misa, she wants you”.

“what?” your eyes widened in shock, “that’s not true” you shook your head adamantly.

“si, i know what she’s like, no wonder she was asking questions about you the last time i saw her”

“the night of the game she followed me on instagram and then liked a picture from 6 months ago and obviously unliked it, but she always likes my pictures now, sometimes she even comments” you shrugged.

laia laughed at your oblivion, “you’re joking right?”, you shook your head, “nena you cannot be serious, she’s coming after you”.

“maybe she wants to be friends” you were trying to play the devil’s advocate, but you knew the heart eyes, the ‘guapaaaa’ or the ‘quiero’ she had commented on your instagram posts probably weren’t the friendliest.

“ah si si, friends with benefits” she winked before getting up and disappearing to her bedroom, leaving you sitting on the sofa contemplating the choice you had to make.

it wasn’t long before you heard multiple spanish voices coming from laia’s room, presumably the same ones you had just been talking about. whilst laia has been teaching you spanish throughout your time of living together, the words were far too fast for you to possibly translate.

pushing that to the back of your mind you made your way to the kitchen to prepare dinner for the two of you, you had your music on and were practically dancing around the kitchen as you cooked.

you spun round to see laia holding her phone in your direction, laughter spilling out of her mouth, immediately stopping in your tracks you nearly dropped the bowl in your hand.

“baila bebe baila” a voice from her phone shouted, your face flushing red immediately as the others cheered along.

“laia i fucking hate you” you stuck up your middle finger with your free hand before turning back to the dinner you were half way through.

“now she won’t say yes to coming with us” a familiar voice echoed from the phone.

she made her way over to you, putting her phone on the counter against the wall so you were now in the frame and unable to avoid it. you were met with the faces of alexia, jenni, misa and leila who were beaming in your direction.

“hola chica, what are you making?” jenni spoke, a grin covering her face. you had met jenni a few times, mostly on an international stage but a few times at mutual friends birthday celebrations.

“laia asked for pasta so i made it with chicken and mozzarella” you shared her smile as you continued stirring the pasta.

“ahh so you’re wifey material then” misa smirked causing you to go slightly flustered.

“deja de coquetear con ella” leila responded to misa before turning her attention to you, “how are you carino? it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other”. (stop flirting with her)

“i’m good, very excited to have some time off soon” you answered, “how are you?”

“very good too, are you going to join us on the trip?” she asked, a twinkle in her eye as she spoke.

“joder, you were meant to let alexia ask” laia interrupted, rolling her eyes.

“laia are you trying to intimidate me into saying yes?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow as you faced her.

she held her hand to her heart as she mocked pain, “nena i would never do that to you”.

“do not lie to her, she wanted me to ask you because she thinks you would be more likely to say yes” alexia explained, you reached over slapping laia on the arm as she tried and failed to move out of your reach.

“you’re an asshole, codi” rolling your eyes at her, as you began plating dinner for the two of you.

“si ella es pero, what is your answer?” alexia asked, smiling sweetly whilst her eyes felt like they were staring into your soul, the power the best player in the world had even off the pitch was crazy.

you ran your hand through your hair as you stood thinking about the offer, it was dead silent and you could feel every set of eyes on you as you tried as quickly as you could to weigh out the pros and cons, but in reality, what's the worst that could happen?

“well i guess if it’s okay with you guys i’d be down for it” you said causally, maybe a part of you was actually quite excited about it.

the spaniards erupted with cheers as laia wrapped her arms around you, picking you up and spinning you around as she cheered, “buena elección mi mejor amiga”. (good choice my best friend)

you laughed as she continued spinning you around, clearly very happy that you had given into her persuasion tactic of getting alexia to ask you. she put you down after a minute or two, picking up the phone and running back into her bedroom as you set the table for the two of you.

sitting down, you began eating as you waited for laia who seemed to be saying goodbye to her friends when your phone lit up.

instagram notification - marisabel_rguez : see you soon princesa

a small smile automatically appeared on your face as you read her message, your heart beat a little faster as you felt the butterflies dance around your stomach. spending a week with misa wearing little clothing definitely wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, and by the way your thighs tensed together at that thought, you were clearly more excited than you thought.

your fingers moved quickly as you typed your response, carefully crafting a message that would come off as a little flirty but still casual.

you : could’ve been sooner if you decided to play in england

satisfied with your response, you turned off your phone and continued eating. laia made her way back out to you, sitting across from you at the table with a smirk.

“why are you making that face” scrunching your nose at the suspicious look she was wearing.

“nada nada, just this will be very fun” she shrugged, her smirk only growing, “and we are going on the plane with leila and meeting alexia, jenni and misa there”.

you tried to contain your smile as you were reminded that leila was joining you, but laia could read you like a book, “hm sounds fun”.

“oye you’re just going to flirt with all my friends whilst we are there and forget about me” she huffed, shaking her head as if she wasn’t the one who has encouraged it multiple times over the course of your friendship.

“don’t be so dramatic, it’s not all of your friends” you rolled your eyes and her dramaticness “just one or two” you mumbled under your breath.

your phone lit up again, this time a message from leila catching your eyes.

instagram notification - leilaouahabi : the highlight of this trip will be seeing you in a bikini

before you could verbally react, your cheeks flushed a deep shade of red at her comment, but the thought of seeing her in a bikini too had you clenching your thighs yet again. a feeling that was starting to become far too familiar.

“you okay nena?” your bestfriend asked, curiously peeking at your phone as her eyes widened slightly at leila’s forwardness.

“mhm” you nodded as your whole body continued to heat up, “didn’t realise leila was so bold”.

she nodded slowly as she mumbled, “that’s not even the worst i’ve heard from her”

laia’s words piqued your interest, you raised your eyebrow at her words “meaning?”

“let’s say she has used some descriptive words to describe how she feels about you” you were slightly stunned into silence as you began pushing your food around your plate, not in a bad way, your mind had just become very distracted.

you picked up your phone, not leaving much time for her message to simmer before you wanted to reply, probably coming off as slightly desperate.

you : i’ll pack my best one for you, it won’t be city blue though

you were about to put the phone done but you immediately saw the three dots appear to indicate she was typing.

instagram notification - leilaouahabi : i don’t think i can manage with arsenal red, it’ll be better idea to just keep it off

slightly choking on the food you were trying to eat, you turned your phone off and flipped it so it was face down on the table.

“i’m not even going to ask” laia smiled awkwardly as the two of you continued eating, the text leila had sent you in the back of your mind.

after having 3 breakdowns about packing, 2 last minute trips to the shops for things you forgot and 1 slightly shouting match with laia over where she had put your gym clothes after emptying the washing machine, you were finally on the plane and somehow you had let laia coax you into the middle seat. the seat in between laia and leila. what could go wrong?

with laia fast asleep on one side of you and leila clutching onto your hand at every small jolt of the plane, it was better than expected. you and leila had the opportunity to actually talk to each other away from the football field, the same bold footballer that had told you she’d rather see you naked than in red wasn’t as brave in person, well not when you were 30,000 feet in the air.

all the netflix movies you had downloaded for your flight became useless as the two of you sat talking about absolutely everything.

“where’s your favourite place?” you asked in an attempt to distract leila, as she turned your hand white from the grip she had on it as the plane went through a slightly bumpy patch.

“home but in catalonia, not manchester” she clarified with a small anxious smile, her hand now loosening on yours as started brushing her thumb back and forth against your fingers.

“do you miss being there? it must be difficult to live so far away from your family” you acknowledged, looking down at the patterns she was now drawing on your hand that was relaxing both you and her.

“si, mucho” she nodded, “but for my career, it made sense to come to manchester, i needed a new challenge, so i couldn’t say no to manchester city”.

“maybe i should’ve tempted you with arsenal” you smirked, your team's rivalry had a way of appearing in every conversation, “you’d look better in red” she looked incredible in everything she wore but when she wore the red kit for spain she looked incredible.

she shook her head adamantly, “no nena, you would look much better in city blue, it would make the blue in your eyes pop” she winked.

“well you’re going to have to put up with my very very red bikini” you smiled sweetly.

her tongue flicked over her lips as she cocked her head slightly, a smirk appearing on her face “we both know how i feel about that”.

“shut up” your cheeks instantly flushed a deep red colour as leila laughed at your reaction before changing the conversation back to something that was semi-normal.

the three of you made your way to the villa you’d be staying at for the next few days, laia had offered to drive and of course leila dibs the front seat due to her ‘long legs’ yet you were left in the back to overthink exactly how this holiday was about to play out.

you were about to spend a lot of time with two incredibly attractive footballers that apparently had the hots for you in very minimal clothing, your mind was racing in every direction possible.

the two girls in the front had spanish tunes blaring, the both of them singing along to the words that you could barely understand, but you couldn’t help but smile at their pure joy. maybe this was a better picture of what your week was going to look like, rather than the intense sexual tension you were imagining.

“la guiri is here!” jenni cheered as the three of you walked through the door.

you turned to laia with a questioning look, “oh it’s just a word for like an annoying tourist, but she means it in a loving way” she explained.

immediately you were enveloped into a hug from jenni, followed by alexia as they greeted you before asking how your flight had been. you’d be lying if you said you were looking around for misa, the real madrid player not being with her friends as you arrived, but you held your questions.

it didn’t take long for the four of them to naturally switch into spanish, you definitely couldn’t blame them though, they had invited you onto their holiday so the least you could do was let them speak in the way that was most comfortable for them.

“do you know what they’re saying?” you jumped out of your seat slightly as you turned to face the voice.

it took you a second to register the sight in front of you, looking down at you was misa in what you assumed was her workout clothes which only consisted of a sports bra and shorts. her hair was slightly damp and there was a slight sheen to her tanned skin that made it look like she was glowing. her abs were on full display, and you were unashamedly looking.

she interrupted your blatant staring with a cough, forcing your eyes back up to hers. “what did you say?” you asked awkwardly, not even apologising for the way you were eye-fucking her.

“the spanish, do you understand it?” she reiterated, a cocky smirk now plastered onto her face, pleased with the reaction you’d give her.

“nope, laia has only taught me the basics, and they speak so fast so” you shrugged, briefly looking back over at the four friends before meeting misa’s eyes again.

“so do i get a hug too?” her head tilting slightly as she smiled down at you.

you nodded, matching her smile, standing up as she made her way in front of you. you held your hand out as she pulled you to your feet, your hands then wrapped around her neck whilst hers snaked around your waist and rested on your lower back.

it was only for a few seconds but you easily relaxed into her arms. her fingers drew circles on the exposed skin of your back making you melt further into her embrace. even after being in the gym, she smelt incredible, you couldn’t help but fall deeper into bliss.

you were interrupted by a whistle, the two of you breaking apart and facing the direction it had come from. jenni, alexia and laia had wide grins on their face whilst leila had a tense look across her face and her arms were crossed against her chest.

“please do not fuck infront of us” jenni smiled, earning a playful smack from alexia.

“in misa’s dreams” leila muttered, refusing to make eye contact with you but sending a deathly glare in misa’s direction.

you were hesitant to question leila’s tone, worried you had misheard what the spaniard had said and somehow created a sense of jealousy in your head, instead opting to go to your assigned room to unpack your things and settle for a bit.

it didn’t take you long to unpack, probably 20 minutes or so, and you were eager to get yourself out into the sun. opting for the bright red bikini you packed, you slipped on your coverup and made your way outside to the pool. as you walked through the house you noticed it had become eerily quiet, none of them were sitting on the sofas as they previously were, yet there was a faint buzz of spanish music coming from the pool.

slipping out of the doors, you were met with a tanned dark haired woman spread across a sunlonger, dressed in a white bikini that left little to the imagination with the addition of a black cap that presumably was keeping the sun out of her face. as you got closer you noticed the tattoos that were littered along her arms, recognising that they belong to the man city player that had joined you. part of you felt rude for interrupting her when she looked so at peace, it was as if it she was in her natural element, but

“hola” you hummed, placing your things down on the adjacent sunlounger as you began to take off your coverup.

she jumped slightly, her alarmed expression switching to a sweet smile as she looked up at you “oye carino you scared me”

you giggled at her response, “where did everyone go?” you asked, laying out your towel before planting yourself on the sunlounger.

“hm i think they went to the shops for food but i offered to stay with you instead” her smile now turning into a smirk that was somewhat cheeky but also really cheesy.

you rolled your eyes playfully at her words, “how kind of you ouahabi, i’ll remember that next time one of your tackles knocks me off my feet”.

“i’m known for sweeping girls off their feet, sometimes literally” she laughed with a small shrug.

you knew leila was bold, laia had told you a few stories about the things she’d do on nights out when she first peaked your interest, but you didn’t know just how bold she was until the dm’s she had sent you. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy this side of her, it was relaxed and cheeky and you liked it a lot.

a comfortable silence fell amongst the two of you, leila softly singing the tune of the music that was playing from speaker she had placed next to her sunlonger. in your moments of relaxation you had forgotten about applying any form of sun protection on your back, which probably wasn’t the best idea considering the sun that was beating down on you.

gaining some courage you spoke up, now propping yourself on your elbows, “leila, can you put some suncream on my back? i was going to ask laia but she obviously disappeared”

you could physically see the gulp as her mouth parted slightly, you waited for an answer, one of your eyebrows raising slightly as you questioned her reluctance. “if not it’s okay” you added, worried you had made her somewhat uncomfortable.

her eyes widened at your words as she sat up quickly, “no no” she cleared her throat, “of course i can, i was just uh.. translating what you said in my head” a nervous smile on her face as her legs moved to the side of her sunlounger signalling you to turn your back to her.

moving your hair to your shoulder, you shuffled back, handing her the suncream over your shoulder, it took a couple seconds longer than you anticipated for the cool lotion. as her hands met your back a shiver ran down your spine. her hands moved in slow, firm strokes, drawing patterns in a way that was soothing and methodical. you caught your eyes closing for a moment as you were lulled into a state of relaxation.

reluctantly her hands were removed from your back, forcing your eyes to open in the sad realisation that the moment you were sharing was over.

“thank you” you mumbled, shuffling yourself until you were laying back on the sunlounger, in your original position.

as you got comfortable, the only thing on your mind was the feeling of leila’s hands against your skin, to you it felt intimate, as if the two of you had a moment that held some kind of meaning, but her initial hesitance had you questioning if she felt the same. maybe she wasn’t as bold as you initially anticipated.

some more time passed in which comfortable silence fell back between the two of you, your eyes closed in an attempt to shield yourself from the sun allowing you to relax as much as possible. it wasn’t until you heard shuffling next to you that your eyes peaked open, your eyesight drifted to leila who was now standing at the end of her sunlounger, yet her eyes were firmly planted on you.

from the corner of your eye, you watched as her eyes travelled up and down your body, her tongue dragging across her bottom lip before catching her lip between her teeth for a second, completely unaware of your eyes on her. the way she looked at you was predatory, you felt as if you were sinking into your chair a little more every second that her eyes were locked onto you. it was as if you were hers to use as she pleased, and you were more than okay with it.

your eyes finally locked with hers. her eyes instantly widened as if she was a deer in headlights.

“i’m going to cool down in the pool” she spoke, excusing herself quickly before submerging herself in the pool within seconds.

your gaze was fixed on her as her head popped out of the water, she lifted her hands, fingers sliding through the wet strands in a slow and effortless way, the sunlight reflecting off of her dark hair which made her look as if she was straight from the gods. it had your thighs clenching together for any form of friction.

you were quickly snapped out of your daze from jenni cannonballing into the pool with a scream, causing a large splash to fly in your direction.

you let out a sharp gasp, “jesus jenni, im soaked”, water droplets dripping down your half bare body.

“surprised to hear jenni’s name in that sentence and not misa’s or leila’s” laia said, emerging from the doors of the house to the pool area.

“i hate you so much” you squinted your eyes in her direction, as you wiped the water from your arms.

“you might as well get in the pool now too” laia laughed, placing her stuff next to you.

her close proximity was all the invitation you needed. standing up quickly, you wrapped yourself around her, pressing your soaked body against her dry clothes.

“get off asshole” laia half-cried, squirming as she tried to pry your arms off, but she wasn’t quite strong enough.

“nope, this is what you get” you only tightened your grip, rocking her side to side as she continued to struggle.

when she finally stilled, you let go, stepping back with a satisfied and incredibly cocky grin.

laia narrowed her eyes, “you’re going to regret that, estúpida” she lunged for you, causing you to instinctively took a few hurried steps back, only to collide with something solid.

before you could react, strong arms wrapped around you, effortlessly lifting you off the ground.

“lo siento princesa, time for a swim!” a familiar voice teased behind you. of course it was misa.

your heart dropped as she carried you to the edge of the pool, your kicks and desperate pushes doing nothing against her ridiculous strength “misa don’t do it” you yelped.

she hummed in amusement, “hmm but you’d look so pretty wet” her voice dripped with smugness, you could practically hear the smirk on her face.

before you could protest any further, you were airborne then plunged into the cold water with a splash.

the rest of the day was spent relaxing, taking in the beautiful ibiza sun whilst trying your best to not get too burned, something the spanairds had already teased you about. you didn’t have any real plans for your first day on holiday, opting to take it slow with a few excursions scattered over your week's holiday.

dinner was relatively simple, laia decided to take charge in the kitchen to avoid any food poisoning yet it was impossible to avoid the bickering that happened between misa and laia about what was being cooked and how laia was doing it ‘wrong’. a quick google search proved that laia was in fact doing it right and misa had just seen a tiktok hack that didn’t actually work. leila attempted to reason with misa before it got to the google search but misa was set in the opinion, jenni and alexia ended up staying out of it, choosing to watch the two argue whilst laughing under their breath.

you had a relatively early night, choosing to miss out on another round of drinks and yet another argument about who had the right uno rules. spoiler alert - it was you. but you had a plan for tomorrow ; gym in the morning and a boat trip for most of the day.

waking up you felt refreshed, the sun always made you feel like a brand new person, which was the perfect mood to be in for a holiday gym session.

you got changed into a pair of your arsenal shorts and a sports bra, grabbing a towel and some water, before making your way to the gym attached to your villa.

familiar songs made their way from the gym, you were shocked someone had made their way to the gym before you, but you were on holiday with some of the biggest footballers in the world, what else did you expect.

opening the door you were met with misa, dressed in black shorts and a white sports bra, her hair had been thrown on top of her head into a messy bun, yet she looked incredible. misa was effortlessly pretty, she could’ve been dragged through a bush and she’d still come out looking out of this world.

you paused at the door as you watched her body move, she seemed to be adding weights to a bar in front of the mirror. as she picked up the large circular weights, the muscles in her arms instantly became more defined.

the sound of a weight dropping snapped you out of your thoughts which had been running wild, misa turned round, meeting your presence with a smile.

“beunas dias princesa, how did you sleep?” she asked, now standing up straight to meet your eyeline.

“good morning” you chirped, now walking into the area, placing your things down on the bench, “i slept really good, how did you sleep?”

“mine was good, i went to bed pretty soon after you did” she explained, you couldn’t tell if she was hinting that your lack of presence had sent her to bed early even when she was still surrounded by her close friends. “do you want to workout together?” she added.

you nodded in agreement, gathering your hair in your hands to scoop it back into a low bun “don’t go easy on me”

“i wasn’t planning to. but if you beg nicely, maybe i’ll let you catch your breath” yet again, her voice was laced with a pure cocky attitude, but this time you were going to rise to her level.

you raised a brow, smirking. "oh, misa, i didn’t know you liked hearing me beg. should i be concerned?"

she leaned in slightly, you were met with an intoxicating scent of perfume that had your brain malfunctioning for a second, “only if you’re not going to”.

you bit your lip, holding her gaze. "guess you’ll just have to work for it, then." you left her standing there with a stupid grin on her face as you brushed past her to begin your warm up.

“are you going to keep standing there like an idiot or come and warm up?” you questioned, looking at her from over your shoulder. her eyebrows slightly furrowed as if she was surprised with your newfound attitude towards her, but the small smile that appeared had you thinking she was a fan of it.

the two of you bounced off each other throughout the hour workout, making stupid jokes but also having normal everyday conversations that had you learning much more about her than you thought this trip would reveal. of course there was still an underlying flirty attitude to both of your words, but you genuinely enjoyed getting to know misa even with the cocky smirk she had on her face as she watched you squat.

towards the end of your work out, you were both starting to get slightly out of breath, you had been pushing each other in slight competition as you completed each of your sets. you made your way over to the bench where you had previously dropped your stuff, hoping to catch your breath.

but that plan was quickly interrupted when misa casually plopped down on a nearby bench, leaning back with her arms stretched behind her, taking slow, deliberate breaths. you couldn’t help but watch as her chest rose and fell with each breath, the movement captivating. the glistening sheen of sweat on her skin caught the light, making every shift of her muscles more defined. after a moment, she shifted, leaning forward with her arms now resting on her thighs, still drawing in deep, steady breaths. you couldn’t look away.

you couldn’t tell how long your gaze had been fixed on her, it felt physically impossible to avert your eyes in any direction when the sight in front of you felt like an art piece. yet it was probably affecting you more than you realised as a heat between your legs grew and your heart rate picked up.

that’s when her eyes found yours, her classic smirk quickly appearing on her face, “te gusta lo que ves?” she asked, a cocky head tilt matching her smirk.

you nodded without realising what you had down you had earnt an eyebrow raise from misa, your eyes widened as you quickly shock your head “i uh i’m going to shower bye” you spoke so quickly you were sure she didn’t fully understand, but you didn’t give her the chance to ask as you darted out of the room.

after showering and getting ready for the day you tried to form some kind of plan of how you were going to approach the day. both leila and misa were sending you signals, yet you weren’t sure where it was going beyond those signals. considering you were about to spend the rest of the day on a boat in the mediterranean sea with plenty of alcohol, you needed some kind of game plan.

your mental planning was interrupted as laia burst through the door, announcing her arrival with a very dramatic good morning before she dropped a bomb, “i heard what happened this morning”.

automatically your jaw dropped, “what the fuck”.

“i can’t believe you basically undressed her with your eyes, you should have fucked her” she giggled, poking her fingers into your arms causing you to swat her hand away.

“laia shut up incase they can hear you” you hissed, “i couldn’t help it, she’s been flirting with me this whole time and the way she looked in the gym was just… i have no words for it” you tired to justify your actions but honestly you were just babbling.

“clearly both misa and leila want to fuck you, so what are you going to do? fuck them both at the same time?” she spoke as if it was an outrageous idea, yet it had your brain thinking, which must’ve been obvious by your face, “oh my god you’re going to fuck them at the same time!”

“that’s not what i was thinking, you asshole” you muttered, your cheeks glowing red at the thought, “they don’t feel like that, you’re making it serious, it’s obviously just fun” you shook your head adamantly.

“mhm that’s not what i’ve heard, they sai-” laia started to explain before being cut off by the sound of jenni’s voice echoing through the halls.

“laia, is the guiri ready?” jenni shouted.

“tell her to remember her suncream and hurry up” alexia shouted shortly after her.

you grabbed your bag that you had filled with all your essentials, especially your suncream, and walked towards the door, realising laia hadn’t followed your lead you turned back to see her sat on the edge of your bed with her mouth still slightly open as if she was about to say something. “are you coming?” you asked.

she snapped out of her gaze, “yes yes im ready”, pushing her up as she followed you out the door.

it was a short walk to the boat, one that had been privately rented by alexia and somehow jenni had the right qualification to drive it which surprised you more than you’d like to admit and had you looking for the life jackets as soon as your foot stepped onto the boat.

it didn’t take long for the boat to be anchored in a beautiful cove that looked like something out of brochure. you were surrounded by beautiful cliffs, water which was so blue you could see the fishes swimming and a small beach of perfect white sand. it felt like a paradise away from the rest of the world, one that you very much enjoyed being in.

you were laid on a towel at the front of the boat, sunglasses shielding your eyes as you tried to stay focused on the book you had bought with you. the sun was beaming down on you, mixing with the bright orange bikini you had decided on wearing. it was lighting up your skin as if it glowed, a sight which had both leila and misa’s eyes drifting across your body.

“carino would you like a drink?” leila asked, causing you to look up from your book. she stood in front of you, shielding your eyes momentarily as the sun lit up around her.

“mmm yes please” you practically moaned at the thought of a cold drink helping you cool down.

your reaction had leila’s eyes wide as a grin appeared on her face, “if i knew that was how to make you moan i would’ve said it a lot sooner”.

“oh you wish it was that easy ouahabi, surprise me with your choice of drink” you smiled sweetly, causing leila to turn on her heels as she walked over to the makeshift kitchen in the shaded area of the boat.

she made her way back in a few minutes, causing you to pop yourself up on your elbows as she knelt down to you on the floor, “try” she smiled, pushing the glass into your awaiting hand.

you held the drink to your lips, the condensation on the glass slowly dripping onto your chest as you took a sip, your mouth quickly overwhelmed with a cool tropical flavour followed by the hint of an alcohol you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“leila this is delicious” you complimented, savouring the taste on your lips, “where did you learn to do this?”.

“i’m always on drinks duty when we have parties or celebrations” she shrugged smugly.

you giggle at her, the way she spoke was so casual but you could tell she was proud of the mixologist title she had been given. she got herself comfortable on the floor next to you, her legs now crossed as she sat with you. you continued sipping on your drink as she told you some of her favourite recipes, you admired the way she spoke, it had an incredibly cheesy grin across your face.

you must've sat there for a while as the conversation naturally drifted to the other plans you had for the off season as your drink had become empty and your head had a slight buzz to it. you were sure the drink didn’t contain a lot of alcohol but as an athlete you very rarely drank so when you did your tolerance was zero.

“having fun?” a voice questioned, you craned your neck upwards to see a very wet misa in front of you.

“misa!” you smiled, happy with her presence but even more thrilled by the incredibly sexy sight that was standing right in front of you, “did you go for a swim?”.

“siii, it was beautiful, but not as beautiful as you” she winked, whilst it was incredibly cheesy, you couldn’t help but be a little bit affected by it as your cheeks heated up, “the others are still on the beach”.

misa sat with the three of you, conversation flowing effortlessly, as if you’d all been friends for years. there was an ease to it, but your focus kept flickering elsewhere. you couldn’t ignore the way misa’s hand inched closer to your thigh, her confidence growing with every passing moment. your eyebrow lifted slightly at her boldness, but you didn’t move away.

leila had excused herself to refill your drink allowing misa to take full advantage of the opportunity of having you alone for a few minutes. her fingers ghosted over your outer thigh, tracing lazy swirls against your skin. the sensation was subtle but impossible to ignore, sending a warmth through you that you tried to suppress. without making it obvious, you shifted slightly, searching for some kind of friction without the embarrassment of pressing your thighs together too openly.

misa noticed. of course she did. her gaze flickered to yours, amusement dancing behind her dark eyes, an innocent smile curving her lips.

"¿qué?" she asked, lifting her free hand to run her fingers through her hair, a simple movement, yet undeniably sexy.

"nada," you muttered, a shiver running up your spine, making your back arch ever so slightly under her touch. despite the cool breeze, your body was burning.

she chuckled, her fingers pressing just a bit harder against your thigh. "princesa, i’ve barely touched you, and you’re already arching your back?" the innocence in her smile faded into something more knowing, a smirk tugging at her lips.

you shook your head quickly, refusing to give her the satisfaction of knowing exactly how easily she was unraveling you. "it was just a cold shiver… from the, uh, wind," you stammered, though you didn’t even believe your own excuse.

misa’s smirk deepened. "of course, amor. very strange, though, since you’re the only one who felt it." she shrugged, her fingers sliding a little higher, creeping toward your inner thigh. she squeezed lightly, just enough to make your breath hitch. "so this isn’t affecting you at all, then?"

you shook your head, lips pressed together in a weak attempt to maintain composure. speaking would only make it worse.

she studied you for a moment, clearly unconvinced, but before she could push you any further, leila dropped back into her seat beside you.

"here’s your drink!" she grinned, handing it to you.

you took it without hesitation, gulping it down like it was your only lifeline, hoping somehow that the cold liquid would cool the heat surging through you.

the two spaniards simply laughed at your quick action, “debiste haberla visto, esto va a ser muy fácil” misa spoke proudly, but the spanish was far too advanced and fast for you to understand anything. (you should have seen her, this is going to be so easy)

“mi turno ahora” leila matched misa’s energy, whilst your spanish wasn’t up to their level, you could definitely tell what she meant. (my turn now)

your eyes flickered between the two of them, unsure of what to say or do, completely at their mercy, not that you minded. lying between them, you felt like a toy for them to play with, and the thought alone sent a thrill through you.

leila reached out, her fingers curling around a strand of your hair, twirling it idly before tucking it behind your ear. the simple touch sent warmth down your spine, and before you could stop yourself, you leaned into her hand, craving more. but just as quickly as she granted it, she took it away, her fingers drifting lower.

she traced a slow path from your shoulder, her touch featherlight as it skimmed down your neck, across your collarbone, and to the center of your chest. her hand lingered there for a moment, just long enough to make your breath hitch, before continuing downwards. the soft brush of her fingertips dipped between your breasts, teasingly tugging at the fabric of your bikini top as they passed.

what started as delicate touches turned into something more as her entire palm flattened against your stomach, stopping just before your waistband. every movement set your skin ablaze, the anticipation burning through you as her touch took over your skin. you hadn’t even realized you were holding your breath, too caught up in the way her touch mapped out your body.

something had flipped in leila, her newfound confidence a stark difference from the same person that was stuttering over putting suncream on your back.

she removed her hand, snapping you out of the bliss that she had effortlessly put you in, her lip tugging at her bottom lip as she looked at you, “you were right misa, she’s so easy”.

you swallowed hard as they talked about you as if you weren’t there, your legs now firmly clenching together as all efforts to withhold the obvious physical effect they had on you had disappeared.

“easy?” you questioned leila’s words, “i’m not easy” you huffed, somewhat frustrated at the way they perceived you as if you hadn’t turned to putty in their hands in front of their.

“cari, you’re practically begging for us to touch you, but of course you aren’t easy” leila mocked, pouting at you as she looked down on you.

you scoffed, shifting slightly as if that would somehow ease the tension thrumming through your body. "i don’t beg" you repeated, though the breathiness in your voice betrayed you. "i just know what i want."

leila’s smirk didn’t waver as she dragged a slow finger down your arm. "oh, cariño," she murmured, tilting her head.

"and what is it you want, hmm?" misa spoke, having your head snapping in her direction.

your lips parted, but no words came out at first, your breath unsteady under their piercing gazes. you shifted slightly, heart pounding as your fingers curled into your lap.

"i… i don’t know," you admitted softly, voice barely above a whisper. your body, however, told a different story, silently pleading for them to decide for you.

you watched as they shared a look, “i think we can figure that out” misa hummed in response.

“we definitely can” leila confirmed with a soft nod, “after we get back to the villa” she added, shattering the hope that had been building in finally getting what you wanted after all the relentless build up you’d been experiencing.

“why after?” your eyes gave her a pleading look, trying to convince her with just a look was probably hopeless, but it was worth a short.

“you want us to fuck you on a boat for our friends to see? very brave of you princesa” misa purred, her hand reaching out and tugging on the string of your bikini bottoms ever so slightly.

your eyes widened as you shook your head slightly, whilst the idea of them touching you here and now was incredible, you knew you wouldn’t be able to stand the endless teasing from your best friend if she saw how you were about to hand yourself over to them on a plate.

“that’s what we thought” leila smiled, giving the signal to misa to pull on the string, causing it to fall next to you before you gasped and scrambled to retie it, worried that your friends would reappear on the boat any second.

the two of them stood up, almost as if it was planned, “we are going to eat, are you joining us?” leila asked, nudging her head to the selection of fresh fruit and other snacks that had been catered as per alexia’s request.

you shook your head politely as you stood to your feet, “i think i need to go for a swim and cool off”.

making your way to the back of the boat, you dived in without hesitation, the water being a desperate relief from the heat still coursing through your body. you wasted no time swimming towards the shore, where jenni and laia had decided that burying alexia in the sand was their newest form of entertainment.

most of the time on the beach was spent in your determined attempt to build a sandcastle without a bucket. every time you took your hands away, laia took it as an open invitation to knock it down, grinning as she ruined your progress. after the third time, you grabbed her ankle, sending her tumbling into the sand with a surprised yelp. the three of you sat giggly as the now incredibly sandy laia sent daggers in your direction.

eventually, the four of you made your way back to the boat, deciding it was time to return to the villa and unwind before getting ready for dinner. the day had been long, the sun still warm against your skin, but the lingering saltwater clinging to your body left you desperate for a shower.

the moment you stepped inside, you beelined for the bathroom, grateful that your room had an ensuite, no waiting, no interruptions, just the promise of fresh, clean skin. time seemed to slip away as you stood under the spray, letting the heat soothe your muscles and refresh you entirely. by the time you stepped out, your body felt lighter, your damp hair falling in waves down your back as you pulled on a pair of soft shorts and a sports bra to lounge in.

swinging the bathroom door open, you were stopped in your tracks.

leila and misa were sitting at the edge of your bed, their gazes locked onto you with knowing smirks. your stomach flipped as the memory of what had happened on the boat, the promise from the boat rushing back to your mind.

"you didn’t forget, did you, princesa?" misa’s voice was smooth yet firm, her arms crossed over her chest as she eyed you. the authority in her tone sent goosebumps racing up your arms, a shiver rolling through you as you processed what was happening.

you swallowed, quickly shaking your head. "no, of course not”, you lied. between playing on the beach and the trance-like calm of your shower, the promise they had made had momentarily slipped your mind. however the dull ache between your legs made it clear, it hadn’t forgotten for a second.

leila’s lips curled into a smirk, tilting her head slightly. "of course, amor," she murmured, her voice softer than misa’s but no less commanding. "come here."

the contrast of your predictions between them had your head spinning. leila, the one who would hold you, whisper soft praises against your skin, while misa was rougher, teasing, pushing you past your limits. at least, that’s what you assumed. boy you were wrong.

hesitantly, you stepped forward, drawn into leila’s presence like she had an invisible pull on you. her hands reached for you instantly, fingers splaying across your waist as she guided you between her legs with ease. the warmth of her touch seeped into your skin, grounding you in the moment.

you were so focused on her that you almost didn’t notice misa standing until she was right behind you. her hands ghosted over your back, fingers tracing absent patterns over the ink etched into your skin. the teasing touch had you holding your breath, until they finally settled on your shoulders, pressing firmly as she began to knead the tension from your muscles.

the sensation had you instinctively tilting your head back, leaving your neck vulnerable, something that misa quickly noticed. her lips brushed against your skin, pressing slow, deliberate kisses that sent a shudder through your entire body. a quiet whimper threatened to escape your lips.

and then there was leila, her hands still moving, still exploring, mapping your body with a featherlight touch that somehow burned hotter than anything. every caress, every whisper of contact sent jolts of electricity through your veins. you were completely at their mercy. and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

your door swung open as laia came rushing it but was instantly stopped in her tracks before she could ask if you wanted to play mario kart on the switch she had bought. she stood rapidly blinking at the sight in front of her, clearly unsure of what to do before turning around and making a clear run for the door.

“i told you so” she shouted before slamming the door behind her.

your cheeks flushed red at the slight embarrassment you now felt after your best friend had seen you in this position, but the sets of hands that had taken hold of your body quickly refocused you on the situation that was developing with you at the centre.

“you ready for some fun, carino?” leila mummered, her gaze locking onto you with a teasing smile

the look in her eyes had you nodding instantly, your breath hitching in anticipation.

“oh you have no idea” misa whispered against your ear, voice dripping with a mix of mischief and smugness.

a/n - only half proof read, soz x

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pitchsidestories · 9 months ago

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One night in Ibiza II Misa Rodríguez x Hermoso!Reader

masterlist I word count: 2064

summary: you enjoy your summer vacation on Ibiza with your sister and her friends. While having a slight crush on a certain goalkeeper.

There was a slight breeze coming from the sea, it was a wonderful day to be outside, the turquoise water builds a pretty contrast to the white ship you were on with your sister Jenni and your friends.

It has been a long first half of the year, but your team and you have won everything there was to win, you managed to secure a quadruple of trophies. Your body and mind were tired out from it though, so this vacation arrived at the perfect time. Although you knew it was only a short pause from football, the Olympic games were already on the horizon.

“This season was successful but exhausting, so now it’s time to relax.”, Jenni declared solemnly while opening the bottle of champagne.

“Not everyone has won something with their club though.”, you threw a teasing smile into the direction where the goalkeeper of Real Madrid was laying.

Ay, Dios mío., you thought to yourself, she looks gorgeous in that Barbie pink bikini, why doesn’t Misa look ridiculous in it?

“Sooner or later, she’ll win something too.”, the raven-haired forward winked.

“I don’t think so.”, you disagreed with a cheeky grin.

“You’ve such a big mouth pequeña.”, Misa remarked, easily carrying you until she let you fall right into the open water.

“I’d say be careful, children. But I get the full inheritance if she’s gone.”, Jenni joked smirking.

“No, we still have a brother., you reminded her before turning your attention to the goalkeeper, Okay, Misa, come closer, I want to apologize for what I said.”

With these words you dragged her into the sea with you.

“Hey!”, she protested.

“No, you deserved it.”, you shook your head smiling confidently.

“You’ll get that back.”, Misa warned you.

“Okay, children, if you’re not getting back on board in the next five minutes I’ll start eating the delicious food without you.”, your sister announced.

“Jenni’s not joking. She’ll literally do this.”, Alexia who had stayed quiet the whole time tanning in the sun and enjoying her own peace added.

“Come on we can’t miss out on that, y/n.”, Misa decided.

“I’m coming. Wait for us, hermana.”, you told Jenni.

“You’ve to hurry then.”, she replied cheekily.

Back on the ship you tried a first slice of cheese, humming with closed eyes. “So good.”

Everything on the plate looked so aesthetically pleasing to the eye, so you took a moment to take it in and appreciate it.

“Good, huh?”, Misa lifted an eyebrow curiously.

“Yes, try it.”, you nodded, while passing the snack to her.

“Not bad.”, she admitted.

“Right?”, you beamed at the tall woman.

“The strawberries are great too.”, Alexia said.

You didn’t miss how the corner of her mouth quirked upwards for a millisecond.

Misa was already chewing next to you, her lips stained red from the juicy strawberries: “They are. Try them.“

She grabbed one particularly round and luscious looking strawberry from the plate and held it in front of your face so you could get a taste.

You bit into the berry, Misas fingers almost touching your lips. You closed your eyes and hummed in contentment once the sweet sugary taste danced on your tongue. They were to die for.

“They might even be the best thing on this table.“, you agreed with the others’ judgement.

“I know what would be even better on this table.“, your sister smirked, seemingly proud of her sly innuendo.

Without missing a beat, Alexia commented: “Disgusting.“

She shot Jenni a stern look over her sunglasses.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance: “Way to ruin the vibe, Jenni.“

“Honestly. I need more alcohol to recover from that.“, Alexia said as she walked over and poured herself a drink.

You knew it was bad when even Ale had a drink.

She clinked her glass with yours: “Cheers, y/n.“

“Cheers.“, you grinned back at her, washing the taste of strawberries down with champagne.

Theatrically sighing, Jenni laid back down her towel: “You girls are so boring.“

“Honestly, a little fun never killed anyone.“, Misa agreed with your sister, sneaking another strawberry into her mouth.

You raised your eyebrows at her, surprised. “And you’re fun, Misa?“

The goalkeeper winked at you: “I’m lots of fun.“

“Prove it.“, you dared her.

She didn’t seem intimated by your challenge, she just shrugged: “Alright.“

“I’m waiting.“, you pressured her.

“Careful or I’ll push you back into the water.“, she jokingly threatened you.

You held up your finger as a warning sign: “Don’t you dare!“

She took a step towards you, her head cocked to the side as she studied your face: “Or what?“

To prove that you weren’t intimidated by her, you refused to back up and instead took another step towards her: “I’m taller than you, it won’t happen again.“

“On your tiptoes maybe.“, Misa laughed.

You rolled your eyes, you stood so close together that your noses almost touched. And this woman still tried to argue that she was taller than you.

Jennis voice seemed disruptive and out of place as it floated over to you: “Actually you’re both the same height. I’m the tallest here.“

You watched as Misa turned her attention towards your sister with a grin: “Maybe you should play in goal!“

“But scoring is so much more fun.“, the striker drawled.

“It’s only because she doesn’t know what to do with her body on the pitch. She’s just lucky that she’s tall which makes her pretty good at headers.“, Alexia joined.

You absolutely loved how she deadpanned while she roasted your sister.

“You and my sister are such football nerds, Alexia.”, Jenni noted.

“That’s why we get along so well.”, she shot back, exchanging a knowing smile with you.

“Y/n gets football. You, however..”, Alexia began.

“What? I get you too!”, your sister interrupted the midfielder, her lips formed into a pout.

“Let’s just say you know how to get the ball into the net, okay?”, the Blonde offered diplomatically.

“Okay., quickly the striker changed the topic with a dirty grin on her lips, and I’m sure we’ll have a ball tonight.”

“And your puns are horrible.”, Alexia remarked dryly.

“If someone asks later, I’ll tell them that we’re not related.”, you interjected.

“That won’t work. You two look way too similar.”, Misa stated the obvious laughing.

“Excuse me?!”, Jenni pretended to be shocked by your words ignoring her friend’s observation.

“I said what I said.”, you shrugged wearing a smug smile on your face.

With a dramatic sigh your sister turned her head to your Barcelona teammate. “So rude. Remember, when she looked up to me, Ale? All those years ago.”

Behind her playful dramatics there swung a little bit of melancholy, to the days there no one was better than your older sister. Back than she was all you ever tried to be, a successful footballer, playing for one of the greatest clubs in Europe. Sometimes Jenni missed that time. You, her little sister grew up so fast.

Alexia could see behind the cool façade of her former club teammate and decided to lighten up her mood. “I do but come on let’s get ready for the night.”

The sun was about to set when you left the boat, about to dress up for the night ahead. Some Latin pop was playing in the background, while you were putting on a red lipstick which matched your little dress in the same colour.

In the mirror you caught Misa’s stunned reaction. Her beautiful brown eyes taking everything in. “Wow.”

“Do you like what you see?”, you asked her with a cocky grin.

“Well, I certainly didn’t know you could look like that.”, the goalkeeper stated, sounding flirty. Or are you just imaging it?

“To be fair when we usually meet it’s rarely an occasion to dress up fancy, it’s mostly in jerseys or training clothes.”, you clarified.

“You can really pull that off. You look great.”, she blushed slightly.

“Thanks, you don’t look too bad for a Madridista either.”, you admitted smiling.

With her arms folded, alexia stood impatiently in the doorway. “Are you done with your sweet nothings? We’d like to go now.”

“Yeah, hurry. Or we’re missing all the fun!” Excited, Jenni appeared next to her.

“We’re on our way.”, you assured them.

The four of you made your way to a karaoke bar. It was a bit smaller than your usual clubs on Ibiza but the atmosphere was still great.

As the night wore on, you found yourself dancing with Misa to some drunk dude trying his best to perform Mr. Brightside.

At one point, Jenni and Alexia had disappeared towards the bar. Alexia wanted to keep an eye on the two of you, Jenni wanted to be closer to the drinks.

Alexia slowly sipped her drink while she watched you take the stage with unstable steps. Misas hands wrapped around your waist, just in case.

Alexia leaned over to Jenni: “Want to bet they end up in the same bed tonight?“

“You know what could help with this? A few more drinks.“, Jenni decided and threw back her head to take a shot of tequila.

“It surely would but we need to keep it safe for them.“, Alexia reminded her.

“So boring.“, Jenni complained jokingly and ordered two more shots.

“You’re an irresponsible older sister.“, Alexia said, shaking her head with amusement. Still, she took the shot glass Jenni offered to her.

Jenni clinked glasses with her: “No, I’m the fun older sister.“

You were absolutely sure that you killed your performance of ABBA when you left the stage. You cheered like you just won a boxing match.

Misa decided to perform right after you. Same artist, different song.

You laughed as she came off stage: “Your karaoke was terrible, Misa.“

“Mine? Have your heard yourself?“, the goalkeeper responded, feigning offense in her intoxicated state.

“Still better than you!“, you replied with a teasing tone.

Misa grimaced like she felt sorry for you and shook her head: “You missed half of the words.“

“The lyrics sounded so much better that way.“, you said confidently.

“Those weren’t even real sentences anymore. At least you looked cute while ruining the song.“, Misa smiled with slightly reddened cheeks.

You raised an eyebrow and echoed: “Cute, huh?“

“Yeah“?

“You might be one of the cutest friends my sister has.“, you admitted with a grin.

Misa let out a polite laugh: “Thanks, I guess.“

“I mean it.“ You studied her face, trying to take her in fully.

She stared right back. “You do?“

You shrugged: “Yes. You might play for the wrong team but…“

“But?“, she prompted you to continue.

“But all day I thought about how it would be to kiss you.“

“To kiss… me?“

You might have been drunk enough to tell her the truth, but you were definitely not drunk enough to not recognize the hesitation in her voice.

You took as step back, trying to bring distance between the two of you: “Oh shit, sorry if that made you uncomfortable.“

To your surprise, she bridged the gap quickly: “No. I think I’d like that.“

“Really?”, you breathed.

“Yes, want to leave?”, she asked, eyes lit up with excitement.

“I do.”, you nodded eagerly as Misa took your hand to lead you to her hotel room. Forgotten were your doubts in the back of your mind if your sister would approve of it. After all, the goalkeeper was her friend too.

The night was dying, while the dawn was coming to life. Everything the light touched was tinted in a warm glow. Amazed, you watched the sunrise. “Wow this is beautiful.”

“It’s, right?” Misa agreed, but you realized that she wasn’t looking at the beautiful scenery outside, the Madrid player only had eyes for you.

“You don’t even look at the sunrise.”, you clicked your tongue

“I mean that’s nice but this right here it’s gorgeous.”, Misa muttered as her hand rested on your heated cheek. For once you were silenced. Your heartbeat too fast from the simple touch alone. From up close she was even prettier.

“Is it okay if I?”, the goalkeeper waited for your consent, searching for an answer in your eyes.

“Yes, please.”, you replied, licking your lips expectantly.

This was everything Misa needed to hear; she showered you with kisses like you were the only woman in the world, the brunette was destined to love.

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helen-with-an-a · 19 days ago

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Could u possibly do a prt2 of the Arsenal x misa fic like comforting her after the second leg

Hard

Misa Rodríguez x reader

Description: It’s the return leg of the UWCL quarter-finals

Tough : Hard

“I’m sorry,” you winced, looking sheepishly at Misa, your voice barely audible above the noise of the crowd. You should have been on cloud nine, and you were definitely getting there but the sharp sting of guilt twisted in your chest.

“Cállate,” Shut up she grumbled, her tone rough but not unkind. With a forceful grip, she grabbed your waist and yanked you closer, not quite caring that you stumbled against her chest.

“You did so well,” you offered softly, though the words came out hesitant, uncertain – more of a question than a compliment.

“Stop talking,” Misa huffed, but there was no venom behind it. Her breath was warm as she pressed her forehead against your neck, letting herself collapse into the comfort only you could bring. Her arms tightened around you like she was afraid to let go.

“I love you,” you murmured, your voice muffled slightly as your lips brushed her hair.

“Yo también te amo," I love you too she whispered back, the words gentle, tender. Her lips found your collarbone and pressed a feather-light kiss there, her quiet way of telling you she wasn’t really mad at you, it was just the disappointment of letting the win slip through her fingers.

All around you, the world buzzed with energy. The girls are shouting with joy, arms thrown around each other, some jumping up and down, others already tossing water bottles into the air in celebration. The field felt alive with electric happiness, the echoes of victory reverberating in through the stadium. But for you, it all faded into the background.

Your gaze dropped to Misa, nestled close against you. You tried to take her in – the familiar shade of her brown-blonde hair, messy from the game, the neon of her jersey clinging to her shoulders, and the soft lines of her tattoos sneaking out from beneath the fabric.

None of the rest of it – the win, the crowd, the flashing lights, the noise – really mattered in this moment. It was her. Misa, right here in your arms, her warmth against you, her quiet strength. She was the only thing that felt real. The only thing that truly mattered. And you’d choose her, again and again, every single time.

“Bienvenido a casa, baby.” Welcome home You mumbled; Misa’s hand wrapped tightly in yours.

Misa loved your flat almost as much as you loved hers. She always said it felt like stepping into a pocket of calm, a soft contrast to the chaos of matches, travel, and crowded locker rooms you were both so used to. It smelled like home; a perfect blend of your signature vanilla perfume and the sweet linen-scented candles you burned religiously. That smell had become something she associated with peace, with you.

The space was cozy but full of character. The walls held memories – photos, posters, little souvenirs from trips and matches. Right in the middle of it all, proudly displayed on the coffee table, was the bouquet Misa had sent just a few days ago. She sent you flowers regularly; at least once a week, sometimes more if she missed you. This time it was tulips, her favourite for you, their soft, sweet scent dancing through the room. The petals were just starting to bloom fully, delicate and cheerful.

Behind the sofa, one of Misa’s Spain jerseys hung neatly, surrounded by a few others from your close friends. You claimed it looked good there, said it made the flat feel like a shared space, even when she was away. You liked having that part of her in the room, it made you feel like she was always with you, even when she wasn’t physically around.

The flat wasn’t big or fancy, but it didn’t need to be. It was yours – warm, lived-in, and full of memories. And slowly, quietly, it was becoming hers too. Little pieces of Misa were scattered everywhere, like a soft, comforting presence that lingered even when she wasn’t around. Her t-shirts and joggers had found permanent homes across the flat draped over the back of chairs, folded neatly on your bed, or forgotten on the arm of the sofa. The hoodies, in particular, seemed to multiply overnight, taking up more and more space in your wardrobe, blending your lives together one thread at a time.

Misa’s favourite thing in your entire flat had to be the gallery wall. It was the heartbeat of your home, a living collage of love and laughter. Photos of friends and family were scattered across it: candid snapshots, posed portraits, and everything in between. But without a doubt, Misa featured most prominently. She used to tease you about it, but you knew she secretly adored the attention.

The photo at the very centre, the one both of you claimed as a favourite, came from a spontaneous adventure around London. You’d stumbled upon a vintage photo booth tucked away down a quiet side street and couldn’t resist squeezing inside together. The block of four photos had become one of your most treasured memories, now proudly framed for everyone to see.

The first image was sweet and simple, your cheeks pressed close, both of you grinning wide, eyes crinkled with joy. The second showed Misa with her hand gently holding your jaw, her expression soft, clearly moments away from kissing you. In the third, you were pressing a kiss to her cheek while she laughed, eyes closed in pure happiness. And the final photo was taken mid-kiss, your fingers tangled in her hair, her lips moving with yours in a way that made time feel like it had stopped.

��Mmmm,” Misa groaned softly as she slumped down onto the sofa, her whole body melting into the cushions. “Te extrañé,” I missed you she murmured, her hand reaching out for you without hesitation.

“You saw me last week,” you said with a laugh, rolling your eyes affectionately as you settled down against her chest, your head tucked beneath her chin like it belonged there.

“Okay, and?” she countered, grinning. Her fingers found their way into your hair, gently carding through the strands in slow, soothing motions.

“I’m sorry for today,” you mumbled after a beat of silence, glancing up at her with guilt flickering behind your eyes.

“Don’t be,” she said softly, her smile tinged with sadness. Her hand slipped beneath the hem of your shirt and under the waistband of your joggers, her touch warm and grounding against your skin.

“You played really well,” you said sincerely.

“No, we didn’t,” she sighed, her voice laced with frustration.

“The team may not have,” you said, shifting your weight as you moved to straddle her hips, “but you did.” You flipped your hair dramatically over your shoulder, lips twitching into a teasing smile. “You stopped me from scoring,” you said, faux-offendedly. “I was incredible today,” you added sarcastically, eyes gleaming. “And you had the audacity,” you gasped, “to shut me down! Honestly, it was so rude of you.”

Misa burst into laughter, her melodic giggles echoing through the flat, cracking through the heaviness of defeat. Her hands gripped your waist as her eyes crinkled with joy, and in that moment, you knew she was okay. You’d always find a way to make her laugh, being able to breakthrough her mood easily.

“Oh really? It was rude of me to do my job?” Misa raised a sceptical eyebrow, though the corner of her mouth tugged upward in amusement. Her hands slid to your waist, thumbs moving in slow, soothing circles as she began to gently massage the muscles there.

“Sí, it was,” you replied, pursing your lips in an exaggerated pout. Crossing your arms over your chest, you leaned back slightly, trying to appear indignant, though the sparkle in your eyes gave you away.

“Lo siento, mi vida,” I’m sorry, my life Misa said with mock seriousness, clearly catching onto your act. She knew you too well – knew that your dramatics were a cover for your tenderness, a way to pull her back into light when she started drifting into her own shadows.

“You should be sorry,” you teased, leaning forward until your lips were inches from hers. You snuck in a quick kiss, playful and soft. “Por tu culpa … I didn’t score.” because of you

“You sound so sexy when you speak Spanish,” Misa whispered, her voice suddenly dipping into something low and husky, sending a warm shiver down your spine. Her fingers, still resting on your waist, tightened ever so slightly.

“Really?” you asked, quirking an eyebrow with a playful smirk, though your heart fluttered under her gaze.

“Sí,” she murmured, lips curling into a lazy smile as her eyes flicked from yours to your lips and back again, like she was already imagining kissing you again. The air between you thickened, suddenly buzzing with tension that made your skin tingle.

“Bueno entonces, supongo que tendré que empezar las lecciones de nuevo,” Well then, I guess I've got to start lessons again you said softly, letting the words roll off your tongue in that way you knew drove her a little wild.

Misa’s breath hitched slightly, and her grin deepened. “Eso no es justo,” That’s not fair she murmured, her hands sliding up to your lower back, pulling you closer until there was barely any space left between you. “You can’t just say things like that and expect me to behave.”

“Who said I wanted you to behave?” you replied, lips brushing hers.

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Keep Your Cool

Inspired by my recent obsession with Misa and That Game, here is an angst gf-Misa fic. hehe

Also lets not have a repeat of that people (although Misa did get some very nice photos out of it loll)

Misa Rodríguez x reader

Description: You lose your cool after El Clásico.

TW: Olga Carmona and Athenea del Castillo ; slight mentions of self-harm/self-harming habits (scratching)

You knew it would happen eventually. But did it have to happen at your expense? You and Cata had been battling it out for the top spot all season and you were fairly sure this had just sealed your fate.

It had given you a massive confidence boost to get the nod for El Clásico. Cata had the Champions League games in her grip, but you had been called in for the Copa del la Reina and Supercopa. The league was still split fairly evenly, with Gemma and Roebuck getting the odd game too. It was all commentators could talk about – who was the new no.1? You weren’t deserving of it. Not today, not after the performance you had just put in.

You knew records had to come to an end eventually, but did it really have to be you that let three goals slip past your fingers? You could see the tweets know. You were overconfident, cocky, arrogant. Yes, your backline had been an absolute mess. Yes, you could fault no one but yourselves. But you had tried. You had tried your best. But today it wasn’t enough. It was a shocking defeat. No matter how much you wanted to deny it Real Madrid had the better game today. You had failed. There was nothing else to say.

You just needed an evening to wallow and then you would be fine. You knew that you would be. You could use this to get stronger, you all could. You refused to let yourself think about how this could affect your playing time. Especially with the Euros coming up. But that was beyond your control. You had fucked up. You needed to prove yourself again.

You usually enjoyed El Clásico. Not only for the competition and rivalry. It was a chance to see Misa again. You hated that El Clásicos came at her expense. You loved the thrill of the win but hated that it was her fingers that the ball had to slip pass. Was this how she felt? Your heart ached even worse to think that she regularly felt this weight. You usually gave her a few hours to herself, allowing her to work through it all before spending the evening either wrapped up in each other, sharing whispers and soft kisses or having a few drinks with the rest of the girls, your hand never straying from Misa’s.

“Vamos, chica.” Alexia held her hand out to you where you had slumped onto the pitch, her voice firm but gentle as she tried to coax you to your feet. The icy hail pelted down mercilessly.

“No, Ale.” Your voice was barely audible, muffled by the roar of the storm. You doubted she even heard you over the hail.

“Sí, vamos, stand up.” Her tone was more insistent this time, but you just shook your head, refusing to meet her gaze. You could feel the cameras fixed on you, and the fans’ eyes burning into your back. You were acutely aware of Misa’s shouts and cheers across the field.

“No.” You shrugged Alexia’s hand away, your body heavy. Instead, you let yourself collapse fully, lying back on the frozen ground. The sharp sting of the ice against your face was grounding, giving you something else to focus on besides the bitterness in your mouth.

You weren’t quite sure how you made it into the tunnel. Your legs felt heavy, and your body was trembling from both the cold and the overwhelming effort not to cry. You kept your head down, trying to hold yourself together. Right now, more than anything, you could really do with a proper Misa Hug – one where she squeezed you nice and tightly, her strong arms wrapped around you securely. You’d bury your face in her neck, breathing in her familiar scent while her fingers traced gentle, soothing patterns up and down your back, making the world feel a little less harsh. But you knew you couldn’t ask that of her right now. She was celebrating. Rightfully so. She had pulled out some impressive stops and with the captain’s armband wrapped around her bicep too. She deserved to celebrate. You had no right to ask that of her.

“Vamos!” Someone shouted, followed by the sound of laughter and the clatter of boots echoing through the tunnel. You didn’t bother looking up – you recognised that voice. Olga. Your heart sank even further.

“How does it feel to lose for once?” del Castillo cheered, throwing her arm around your shoulder with a cocky grin. You stiffened under her touch, your muscles tensing as frustration bubbled up inside you.

It was no secret that you and the Real Madrid players didn’t exactly get along. Misa was different – she was your exception, your safe space. But the others, especially those who had been vocal in support of the RFEF and everything that had happened with them, always seemed to take pleasure in rubbing salt in your wounds.

“Not right now, Castillo,” you muttered, trying to push her off. Your voice wavering as you spoke.

“What? Can’t handle losing to us?” Olga chimed in again, the gloating in her voice making your blood boil.

“Seriously, not right now.” You tried to step away, but Athenea wouldn’t let go.

“Poor little Y/N,” Olga taunted, a mocking pout on her face. “Maybe Pere should just stick with Cata. At least she can keep a clean sheet against us.”

You saw red.

Without thinking, you spun around and shoved Olga backward, slamming her hard against the tunnel wall. The impact echoed through the space, and for a moment, everything seemed to stand still. Anger roared in your ears, drowning everything else out. Your hands were trembling, and your breath came out in ragged gasps. You didn’t even fully register the shocked look on Olga’s face as she steadied herself against the wall, her mouth hanging open in surprise.

“Hey.” That voice cut through the haze like a knife, sharp and grounding. You recognised it anywhere – the roughness around the edges, the low timbre that softened when it spoke to you. You fell asleep to that voice every night, its warmth crackling down the line as you rested your phone on the pillow.

You didn’t have to look to know it was Misa.

“Oi! Let her go!” Misa stormed over, her large hand gripping your shoulder to pull you back.

You glanced at Misa, your chest heaving as you tried to rein in your emotions. Olga took advantage of the distraction to straighten up, dusting herself off with an indignant glare.

“What’s your problem?” Olga snapped. “Can’t take a little banter?”

Misa shot her a glare that could have frozen fire. “Suficiente, Olga,” she said firmly.

Olga huffed, rolling her eyes. “Whatever,” she muttered, turning away with a shrug.

"Qué carajo, Y/N?" Misa turned on you, her eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and disbelief. Her voice was low, but the sharpness in her tone cut deeper than you’d expected.

You froze, your face flushing with embarrassment – not just at your outburst but at the fact that she had been the one to catch you losing control. Your hands were still trembling, and the adrenaline from shoving Olga hadn’t completely faded.

"She…" you started, but the words died on your tongue.

"She what?" Misa snapped, throwing her hands up in frustration. "God, you couldn’t let us have this one thing. We finally beat you guys, and you go and assault one of our players. All because you can’t handle losing to us!"

Your mouth opened, but no words came out. Misa was just getting started, and you could tell she wasn’t going to let this go easily.

"You bang on about professionalism all the time," she continued, voice rising. "About how it’s just part of the game and it’s not personal. You love preaching about how to keep your head up and stay composed. But is that sauce good enough for the goose as it is for the gander? Or does that only apply when you’re the one coming out on top?"

You winced at the harshness in her words, the way they dug into your skin like tiny needles. "That’s not fair," you mumbled, not even sure if she heard you.

"Not fair?" Misa repeated, her eyes widening incredulously. "You think this isn’t fair? No, what isn’t fair is that whenever I lose, it’s always ‘aw, never mind Misa, you know how it is, come out and celebrate with us anyway.’ You’ve gotten so cocky with this, and I’m sick of it."

Her words hit like a slap to the face, and your chest tightened, guilt mixing with defensiveness. "Cocky?" you shot back, voice shaking. "Is that what you really think of me? That I just … what … rub it in your face when we win?"

Misa scoffed, throwing her hands up. "You don’t even realise you’re doing it! Every single time, you act like it’s no big deal, like your victories don’t mean anything to me. You don’t see how it hurts when you brush it off like it’s just another day at the office while I’m standing there feeling humiliated. You think you’re being humble, but it comes off like you’re patronising me!"

You felt your stomach drop, and the words caught in your throat. You’d never thought of it that way – never considered how your attempts to be supportive might have come across as dismissive. "M, I didn’t know –"

"Of course you didn’t!" she cut you off, her voice breaking just a little. "Because you’re too wrapped up in your own success to even notice. And today, we finally won … finally, we won … and you couldn’t even let us have it. Instead, you lost your temper like a little kid who didn’t get her own way and made it all about you."

"That’s not –" you tried, but she wasn’t done.

"And do you know how that makes me look? My girlfriend, the one I’ve been defending to my teammates for months, shoving Olga into a wall because she can’t handle one loss? Do you know how embarrassing that is for me?"

Your shoulders slumped, and your eyes stung with unshed tears. You wanted to fight back, to defend yourself, but you couldn’t find the words. Misa was right – you’d made a mess of things, and worse, you’d hurt her in the process.

"I didn’t mean to embarrass you," you whispered, voice cracking. "I just… I was angry. She was saying all this shit about me and Cata, and I just –"

"Lost control," Misa finished for you, her tone softer but still strained. She shook her head, exhaling slowly. "You always talk about professionalism, but when it’s your pride on the line, suddenly it doesn’t count. You need to figure out what kind of player you actually want to be, Y/N. Because right now, it’s looking pretty hypocritical."

Her words sliced through the last of your defences, and you felt a hot tear slip down your cheek. Misa hesitated, her breath coming out harsh and fast.

"Whatever," she muttered, turning on her heel and walking away without another word, leaving you standing there, alone in the cold, empty tunnel.

You were in a fog. A thick cloud had settled in your brain, making everything around you feel muted. You moved around the changing rooms like a ghost, your movements sluggish and automatic. The ache in your chest wouldn’t ease up, and Misa’s words kept playing over and over in your mind, each one piercing deeper than the last.

Would she even want to see you now? Usually, after El Clásicos, you stayed at each other’s flat – whoever’s city you were in – using it as an excuse to finally spend the night together. It had become a little tradition, something you both looked forward to. But tonight, the thought of her deciding to go back to the hotel made your stomach twist. What if she didn’t see you again before she went back to Madrid? Did this mean you were broken up? Had you just ruined the best thing to ever happen to you over a fucking football match? Because you couldn’t handle one stupid loss?

You moved on autopilot, mechanically pulling your kit off and tossing it aside. You didn’t even notice the sting of the hot water as you stepped into the shower, your mind far away. You scrubbed at your skin without really thinking, trying to wash away the guilt and frustration clinging to you like grime. Afterward, you dressed and started tidying up your space, not even sure why you were bothering. Everything was a blur, and your hands shook as you folded your sodden jersey, trying to ignore the suffocating weight pressing down on your chest.

Your mind kept circling back to Misa’s face – the hurt, the anger, the way she had looked at you like she didn’t even recognise the person standing in front of her. You squeezed your eyes shut, biting down on your lip to keep from breaking down entirely. You didn’t know what to do, or if anything you could say would make it right.

“Chica?” Cata called out, nudging you out of your daze. Your mind was a million miles away and a lifetime ago as you stared at the keyring Misa had given you.

You were both playing for Spain in the youth groups, both relatively unknown and new to the international scene. The pressure was intense, but somehow, having her by your side made it easier. One evening, after a particularly tough training session, she had approached you, fidgeting nervously with something in her hands.

Shy and incredibly awkward, Misa had finally mustered the courage to hand you the small keyring – a wooden charm shaped like Gran Canaria. You turned it over, your heart skipping a beat when you saw the tiny “M + Y/N” scratched into the back. It wasn’t perfect, the letters a bit uneven, but it was hers.

She had stammered out an explanation, cheeks flushed as she admitted it was her way of asking you to be her girlfriend. You couldn’t help but smile, your heart swelling with affection as you took the keyring from her, promising to treasure it, and her, forever.

It now sat pride of place on your car keys, always coming with you wherever you went, the familiar outline a constant source of comfort. You couldn’t imagine having to take it off.

"Chica, it’s time to go," Cata called out again, her voice softer this time, as if she could sense just how fragile you felt. Her hand came to rest gently between your shoulder blades.

You sniffed, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill over, and gave a small, reluctant nod as you shoved your keys into your pocket. Your fingers trembled, and you couldn’t quite meet her eyes, afraid that even the smallest bit of sympathy might shatter the flimsy composure you had managed to hold on to.

"I’m sure it’s not that bad," Ellie offered weakly, attempting a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "C’mon, you and Misa have been together for, like, centuries at this point. You’ll figure it out."

A wet chuckle escaped your lips, but it was more bitter than amused. You leaned into Cata slightly as you walked towards the car park, grateful for the way she draped her arm around your shoulders, anchoring you in place. You let out a shaky breath, trying to convince yourself that Ellie was right, that you and Misa could fix this.

But despite their comforting words, you couldn’t ignore the loud, thumping bass and raucous laughter coming from the Real Madrid changing rooms. Your heart clenched painfully when you heard Misa’s voice – unmistakable, loud, and insistent – declaring that everyone was going out tonight and that she wouldn’t be taking no for an answer. The way her teammates cheered back at her made your stomach twist.

That settled that, then. You wouldn’t be seeing her tonight.

"María Isabel Rodríguez Rivero!" Alexia's voice rang out through the bar, sharp and furious, cutting through the loud music and chatter. Heads turned to see her marching in like a storm, her face like thunder and her jaw clenched tight. Irene and Cata followed close behind, both looking equally determined and bristling with barely contained anger.

Misa's stomach dropped at the sight of them. She had expected some backlash eventually, but not like this – not with Alexia looking like she was about to tear her apart.

"Well, if it isn’t the losers," Olga sneered from her spot at the bar, taking a swig of her beer with a smug grin plastered across her face. She leaned back, clearly enjoying the tension in the room.

"Fuck off, Olga," Cata shot back, her glare fierce, lip curling in disgust.

"Just because we won –” Olga started, but Irene immediately cut her off, waving her hand dismissively.

"Seriously, not right now." Irene's tone left no room for argument, and Caicedo, sensing the brewing conflict, took it upon herself to steer Olga away from the group of Blaugrana girls. Olga huffed, rolling her eyes, but let herself be dragged off without much resistance.

"Ale, care to join us?" Misa tried, forcing a smile even though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. Her voice sounded more confident than she felt, and she hated that Alexia’s glare made her feel small.

Alexia didn’t respond immediately, just stared at her with those piercing eyes that seemed to see right through the fake smile. Misa swallowed, forcing herself to hold eye contact. She didn’t want to admit it, but being on the receiving end of Alexia’s fury was unnerving.

In the silence that followed, Misa’s mind wandered. When she had forced everyone to go out, dragging them to this bar with promises of drinks on her, she hadn’t realised just how empty it would feel without you by her side. She hadn’t thought it would hurt this much to celebrate something she’d wanted for so long. The anger that had burned so fiercely in the tunnel had faded into a dull ache, and now all she wanted was to go home. Go home and be with you.

She missed you – missed the way you’d curl up on the sofa with a big bowl of food, claiming you weren’t falling asleep even as your head drooped onto her shoulder. She missed the quiet comfort of your presence, the way your fingers would trace patterns on her arm as you absentmindedly mumbled through the plot of whatever you were watching.

"Fix it." Alexia’s voice was firm and unyielding, her glare sharp enough to cut through steel.

"Fix what?" Misa shot back, feigning ignorance even though deep down, she knew exactly what Alexia meant.

"You know what. Fix. It." Alexia’s tone left no room for argument, and Misa couldn’t help but feel the weight of her words press down on her shoulders. It was no secret that Alexia thought of you as something resembling family – someone she’d go to war for without a second thought.

Misa bit back a frustrated sigh, standing from her seat and pushing past the group, ignoring the questioning looks thrown her way. "No!" She stepped out into the cool night air, the noise of the bar fading behind her.

"No?" Irene followed her, clearly taken aback by Misa’s abrupt exit and refusal to comply. "Seriously? You’re not going to fix this?"

"Sí, no!" Misa turned on her, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and hurt. "Why do I have to fix it? I wasn’t the one who shoved someone. I wasn’t the one who let my emotions get the best of me. That wasn’t me in the tunnel acting like a child."

"It doesn’t matter who did what," Alexia interjected, having followed them outside too. "You’re the one I can actually get to talk to me."

"Qué?" Misa frowned, caught off guard.

"Sí," Alexia insisted, crossing her arms. "Y/N was barely holding it together when we left the stadium, so we followed her. She went straight to the beach and sat there for hours – just staring at the water. We tried talking to her, but she didn’t even acknowledge us. Eventually, she just got in her car and drove home. She hasn’t answered anyone’s texts or calls since. And knowing her? I’m fairly sure she hasn’t eaten anything because you know how she gets. She was scratching her arm again."

Misa’s expression softened, guilt creeping in and gnawing at her resolve. She knew how you tended to shut down when overwhelmed – how your first instinct was to retreat, to isolate yourself from everyone and everything.

Alexia’s eyes softened too, sensing Misa’s wavering. "You’re here, Misa," she said quietly. "You’re the one actually holding a conversation with me. I can’t get through to her, and I’m worried. So… Go. Fix. It."

Misa hesitated, her jaw tightening as she swallowed back the lump in her throat. She hated being told what to do – hated feeling like she was being pushed into something without having a say. But more than that, she hated the thought of you sitting alone, hurting, and refusing to let anyone in. The guilt gnawed at her insides, twisting her stomach into knots.

The thought of you being in pain because of her made her feel sick. She knew how you got when things went wrong – how you would blame yourself, shut down, isolate yourself, push everyone away, convincing yourself that you deserved to be alone. It broke her heart every time, and the idea that she might be the cause of it this time made her chest ache.

“She thinks you’ve broken up.”

Cata’s quiet admission cut through Misa’s thoughts like a knife. Her heart plummeted. The words hit her harder than any tackle, leaving her breathless and stunned. Broken up? Was that really what you thought? Was that why you’d been so quiet, why you hadn’t answered anyone’s calls?

Misa swallowed hard, her mind racing. Did you really think that she didn’t want to be with you anymore? Over a stupid football game? Had her anger and frustration pushed you to that conclusion?

Misa loved your little flat. It was absolutely tiny – barely 500 square feet – but it was undeniably yours. There was something comforting about the way you’d made the space your own, how every inch seemed to reflect your personality and the warmth you brought into her life. The checkered green rug in the living room was worn from countless movie nights and spontaneous dance parties, but you refused to get rid of it because it was the first thing you’d bought when you moved in. The glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to the ceiling had been meticulously placed, forming constellations you claimed to know by heart, even though she knew you’d made half of them up.

Photos covered the walls like a patchwork quilt of memories. One showed the two of you as teenagers, smiling awkwardly with braces and messy hair, long before the world knew your names. Another captured the pure joy on your faces as you kissed her with the World Cup trophy gleaming in front of you – one of the proudest moments of both your lives. There were photos of her with your family, squinting in the sunlight during a beach day, and another with her family crowded around a table, laughing and toasting with glasses raised high.

Misa’s chest tightened as she took it all in. Your flat wasn’t just a space – it was your safe haven. Your way of holding onto every important memory and every person you loved. Being surrounded by those reminders made her feel even guiltier for how things had gone between you. She could practically feel your presence, hear your laugh echoing through the small rooms. Misa took a deep breath, grounding herself before making her way to the bedroom, hoping you’d let her in and that she could fix what she’d broken.

The you-shaped lump underneath the covers told her everything she needed to know. You were curled up tightly, like you were trying to make yourself as small as possible. The dried tear stains on your cheeks glistened faintly in the dim light, and long red scratch marks ran up your arm, evidence of the frustration and pain you must have felt. You clutched at Misa’s old Spain jersey – the one she’d left behind last time she visited – like it was a lifeline, and it made her heart ache.

“Mi vida?” Misa whispered gently, her voice barely audible in the quiet room. She hated having to wake you up, but she needed to talk to you – needed to make you understand that you were the best thing in her life, that not even death could make her break up with you. She reached out with a trembling hand, brushing some stray hair off your face, her fingertips grazing your skin with the softest touch. “Mi vida, bebé, despertar.”

You stirred slightly, a faint groan slipping past your lips as you burrowed deeper into the covers, resisting the intrusion into your sleep. Your eyes scrunched tighter, fighting against the pull of consciousness. Misa couldn’t help but smile softly, even with the ache in her chest. “Vamos, mi vida, sit up for me,” she coaxed gently, leaning down and instinctively pressing a string of soft kisses to your forehead as she knelt beside the bed.

“Mmmm,” you mumbled, your eyelids fluttering as you blinked sleepily, trying to make sense of your surroundings. For a fleeting moment, you smiled, your lips curling up as Misa’s face came into focus. “Misa?”

The softness of your expression lasted only a second before reality caught up with you. You sat bolt upright, the memories of the afternoon crashing down on you like a tidal wave. Panic flickered across your features as you struggled to process the fact that she was actually there.

“Hola?” Misa offered sheepishly, a hesitant smile on her lips as she sat back on her haunches.

“Hola,” you whispered back, your hands instinctively moving to fidget with the edge of the blanket, your fingers twisting and pulling at the fabric as if it could somehow ground you. Was this it? Was she about to officially end it? You moved to scratch at your arm, the familiar nervous habit taking over.

“Hey, hey, hey, detener. Don’t scratch,” Misa’s voice was gentle, but firm as she reached out and gathered your hands in hers, stopping your movement. The roughness of her calloused skin against yours was comforting.

“S-sorry,” you mumbled, heat creeping into your cheeks as embarrassment prickled at your skin. You hated that she’d caught you doing it – hated that she knew just how anxious you were.

“Don’t apologise either,” Misa said softly, squeezing your hands reassuringly. She took a deep breath, her thumb rubbing soothing circles over your knuckles. “I think… we should talk.”

You nodded, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten painfully. This was it – the moment you’d been dreading. You braced yourself, preparing for the worst.

“I’m so sorry for shouting at you, mi vida.” Misa said softly, moving to sit on the edge of the bed beside you. Intertwining your fingers as she squeezed gently. “And I’m sorry for letting you think that we had… are… were? … broken up.”

You blinked, trying to process her words, your mind sluggish from both sleep and the emotions of the day. It didn’t quite register for a moment, and you couldn’t help but stare at her, trying to make sense of what she was saying.

Misa took a shaky breath, clearly struggling to find the right words. “I’m sorry I snapped,” she continued, her gaze dropping to your joined hands. “I… I was just so happy for the win. We finally did it, y’know? We had finally beaten Barça after all this time, and it felt like everything we’d been working toward had finally paid off. And then… then I saw you.”

Her voice broke slightly, and she hesitated, as if unsure whether to continue. “You were there and Olga was against the wall and I don’t even know what happened ... I just snapped.”

Silence fell over the both of you. You bit your lip, trying to think of what to say.

“To be honest, I’m not really sure why you’re apologising,” you laughed humourlessly, the sound bitter and self-deprecating. Your shoulders slumped as you pulled your hand away from Misa’s, wrapping your arms around yourself defensively. “It’s my fault entirely. You were right – I was the one who couldn’t handle her emotions. I let Olga and del Castillo get under my skin, like they always do. I know I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did. I was childish and made a scene, and I ruined everything.”

You took a shaky breath, your eyes fixed on a spot on the floor as you fought against the urge to cry again. “I’m so sorry I embarrassed you, Misa. You’d just won and instead of letting you have your moment, I just… lost it. I took away your thunder from winning. But instead, I made it all about me and my stupid inability to keep my emotions in check.”

Your voice cracked slightly, and you tried to swallow back the lump forming in your throat. “You deserved that celebration. You deserved to be on top of the world, and instead, you had to deal with me acting like a jealous, petty idiot. You’re right to be mad at me. I completely ruined it.”

You glanced at Misa, trying to gauge her reaction, but the guilt and shame weighed you down, making it hard to meet her eyes for long.

Misa’s heart broke at your words, her mind reeling at what you were saying. She could see the pain etched into your expression, the way your shoulders hunched like you were trying to make yourself smaller, as if you could shrink away from the guilt eating at you. Gently, she reached out, cupping your face and wiping away the tear that slipped down your cheek with her thumb.

“Just… tell me the truth, por favor,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “Did I really make you feel bad for losing against us? Do I really patronise you? Because that was never my intention, I promise. I’m so, so, so sorry if I ever made you feel like that.”

Her own eyes glistened with unshed tears, guilt and worry swirling together as she listened to your words.

A tear trickled down your cheek, and you swallowed hard, unable to meet her gaze. “No, no, bebé, never,” Misa reassured you, surging forward and wrapping you up in her arms, holding you close against her chest. She pressed a kiss to your temple, her grip tightening as if she was afraid to let go. “I have only ever felt love from you, prometo. I know how hard you work, how much effort you put in. I’m so proud of you, always.”

You clutched at her shirt, your fingers tangling in the fabric as you let out a shaky sob. “’Cos I promise I didn’t mean to,” you choked out, voice muffled against her chest. “I promise I don’t think you guys are an easy game. I know how hard you work and how much it means to you. I’m sorry if I ever came across as cocky or dismissive. I just… I didn’t know how to handle losing to you. It was stupid and childish, and I hate that I made you feel that way.”

Misa’s fingers traced soothing patterns on your back, grounding you as your sobs wracked through your body. “Shh, it’s okay, mi vida,” she whispered, kissing the top of your head. “I’ve got you, always.”

You woke up to sunlight streaming through the window, the golden light filtering through the thin curtains and casting soft patterns on the walls. Your head was pounding, a dull ache pulsing at your temples, and you let out a quiet groan as you stretched out, trying to ease the stiffness in your back from sleeping curled up all night.

You rolled over, reaching out instinctively to the other side of the bed, but your arm met only empty sheets. Frowning, you patted the space behind you, half expecting to feel her warm presence still there. Confusion settled over you as you tried to recall the events of the previous night. Did you dream it all? No, Misa had definitely been here. The comforting weight of her arms around you, the softness of her whispered apologies – it all felt too real to be just a figment of your imagination.

Your gaze landed on the bedside table, and relief washed over you as you spotted her phone still resting there, screen lighting up again and again as text message after text message pinged on the device. Your heart fluttered at the idea that she hadn’t left yet. There was still a chance to talk things through.

You found her in the living room, perched on the edge of the sofa, staring out the window with a distant, troubled look on her face. Her shoulders were hunched, and her fingers were nervously picking at the loose threads on the cushion beside her.

"Buenos días," you croaked, your voice still rough and strained from all the crying. Misa jumped at the sound, her head whipping around to face you. Her eyes were puffy and red-rimmed, her face still slightly swollen from the tears she had shed the night before.

"Mi vida, hey," she greeted softly, a faint, weary smile appearing on her lips.

You hesitated in the doorway, your hands fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as you tried to figure out what to say. "How are you feeling?" you asked tentatively, your gaze dropping to the floor as you nervously toed the ground.

Misa let out a long, shaky breath, rubbing her hands over her face before dropping them into her lap. "Um..." She swallowed hard, clearly struggling to find the right words. God, this was so awkward. This was your girlfriend, for fuck's sake – why was it suddenly so hard to talk to her? "I think we should talk some more, sí?"

You nodded, forcing a small smile despite the knot of anxiety still coiling in your stomach. Of course she would want to talk. Yesterday had been a lot for both of you.

"So... where do we start?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Well, what happened? Before I got there?" Misa reached out for you, her hand warm as she took yours and gently pulled you closer. You allowed her to guide you onto her lap, her arms instinctively wrapping around your waist as she curled her feet under her body.

"Carmona... um... said some stuff. So did del Castillo," you admitted, chewing on your lower lip. "It got under my skin a little."

Misa’s jaw clenched, her thumb rubbing small circles against your hand in a calming gesture. "What did they say?"

You swallowed back the bitterness in your throat. "That Pere should just stick with Cata between the sticks. That at least Cata can keep clean sheets."

A string of muttered curses slipped from Misa’s lips, her face hardening with a mix of anger and frustration. "Esas malditas perras," she grumbled under her breath. She knew better than anyone how much stress the competition for the number one position had been putting on you. She knew how deeply it affected your confidence, no matter how much you tried to hide it.

You shrugged, giving a weak smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. "I mean... they aren’t wrong."

"They are wrong. They are so wrong," Misa insisted, her voice unwavering. She tightened her grip on your hands, pulling you closer until you were practically nose to nose. "Mi vida, you are good. You are great. You deserve everything you have achieved."

Her sincerity made your chest ache, and a tear slipped down your cheek before you could stop it. Misa brushed it away gently, her calloused thumb grazing your skin. "You’re an incredible goalkeeper. Don’t ever let their words make you doubt that. You’ve worked so hard to get here, and I’m so proud of you. Always."

“Thanks,” you muttered, though it was clear from your tone that you didn’t quite believe her. Your fingers fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, and Misa could feel the tension in your shoulders even as you sat in her lap.

Misa hesitated, unsure of how to broach the next topic without upsetting you further. “And those comments… made you… y’know?” she asked softly, her voice tinged with concern.

You nodded, letting out a heavy sigh. “Yeah, basically. I mean, I was already feeling like shit, and then they were there – gloating, rubbing it in, making it seem like I’m not good enough. I just… I’m sorry. I lost my cool, and that was not okay.”

Misa wrapped her arms tighter around you, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “I’m sorry for losing my cool too,” she confessed, her forehead resting against yours.

A pang of doubt flashed across your face as you bit your lip, hesitating before speaking up. “Is it true? What you said… that we… I… patronise you when we win?” You swallowed hard, unable to meet her gaze. The thought had been gnawing away at you ever since she said it.

Misa sighed, her eyes falling to where your hands were intertwined. “Sometimes,” she whispered, barely audible. “Sometimes it’s harder than others – especially if it’s my mistakes that cost us the game. Barça is like this… machine – a winning machine that never stops. And sometimes… it feels like you’re a little cocky with it. Like you don’t see us as true competition.”

You froze, your heart aching at the honesty in her words. “Mi Corazón…”

“I know you don’t mean it that way,” she added quickly, squeezing your hands reassuringly. “But it’s hard when you’ve worked so damn hard, and it still doesn’t feel like enough. I guess it just meant a lot to me and then to see you and Olga … yeah.”

You let yourself relax into her hold, feeling the tension slowly melt away as her warmth surrounded you. A deep breath escaped your lips, and you let yourself lean fully into Misa, your head resting against her shoulder. You traced small patterns on the back of her hand with your thumb, trying to find the right words to say.

“I don’t really know what else to say beyond the fact that I am so, so, so sorry for taking this big win away from you,” you whispered, voice thick with guilt. “You worked so hard for it – for years. And I just… ruined it.”

Misa shook her head gently, her fingers brushing through your hair. “You haven’t,” she started, her tone soft but firm, as if she was trying to will you into believing it.

“Sí, mi corazón, I have,” you insisted, your eyes welling up again despite your best efforts to keep it together. “And that’s not right. You deserve this win. You deserve to celebrate it with your team, to be happy without me ruining it with my stupid jealousy and insecurities. You earned that moment, and I took it from you.”

Misa tightened her hold on you, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Mi vida, listen to me,” she murmured. “You didn’t take anything from me. I know it feels that way, but the win is still ours, and I’m proud of what we accomplished. Yeah, things got messy afterward, but I didn’t lose my happiness because of you. I just… I got overwhelmed, and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you either. We both fucked up, sí?”

You sniffled, wiping at your cheeks with the back of your hand. “But you deserved to feel proud. You deserved to have that moment. I never wanted to take that away from you, Misa. I love you too much to ever want to do that.”

She smiled softly, brushing her lips against your forehead. “And I love you too much to let this come between us. I promise, I’m not mad at you. And we didn’t break up.”

You nodded, squeezing her hand. “Well done, by the way. I don’t think I said that to you.”

Misa smiled, her thumb rubbing comforting circles into your palm. “Thanks.” You could feel the shy but proud smile against yours skin.

“The next time we play each other… maybe we both work on keeping our cool?”

A tiny laugh bubbled up from your chest, and you finally managed a small smile. “Deal.”

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