#woso fluff

[pinkyqily]

Lauren James x reader

Lauren spots reader at every game and every time before final whistle reader leaves, one time she tries to approach reader because that one time reader had stayed till the end of the game but when she approached the seats where she was sitting reader had disappeared, the girl's thinks she's making thing's up because they've never seen someone of the discription until the last game at Stamford Bridge...

(my thought process ran out so the ending is up to you 😭)

𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙍𝙊𝙒𝘿 - laurel james x reader

Summary: in which your girlfriend teammates think she made you up until recent games were they finally meet you.

Contains: fluff, suggestive

A/n: Sorry it took me so long to complete your request, and hopefully you enjoyed reading as much i did writing it, my request are opened so if you have any send em'. And as always feedbacks,reblog,likes,comments are always appreciated as they motivates me 🫶🏿

You and Lauren had been talking to each other for over a year now before she had asked you to be her girlfriend.

It was a heartfelt proposal, the moment you walked in your favorite coffee place that she had reserved just for the two of you made you speechless from the luke warm lights to the well homemade pastries and drinks along with the beautiful garden view.

Which was one of your favorite things about the cafe. Everything felt perfect at that moment. so when Lauren asked you to be her girlfriend even before she could get those words out, you immediately connected your lips to hers.

Which brings you to now every time Lauren would try and introduce you to her teammates something always happened that makes you leave early than expected. You would be in the stands wachting your girl and her teammates play, but every time before the final whistles blows you had to leave because something was always coming up.

The first time that it happened, you were at chelsea home game but had to leave due to someone breaking into your house as you had gotten a notification. from your homes alarm system indicating unknown activity.

which was a false call, It was your neighbors cat that had gotten through using the kitchen windows. Which lj understood, but that didn't stop her from all the teasing you'd get from her.

The second time, it happened you had to leave early around halftime because of a wardrobe malfunction and getting called back into work as you worked for a high journalism company.

Your girlfriend understood, but when she got home, she was the reason for a full wardrobe malfunction with your clothes,body, and bed.

And we'll today would be the third time that you had disappeared and Lauren's teammates had been giving her a hard time telling her that it was okay if she had an imaginary girlfriend even though you were hundred percent real to lj.

Why wouldn't you when she would come home combine her body heat to yours.

But that was not the case with lj and her teammates because after searching for you in the friends and family section, it was a no go as you had already left.

You on the other had had to leave your section because of the nois as you couldn't hear the other end if your cellphone call. But you were able to make it onto the field with lauren's brother reece, who had been waiting for you.

Seeing lj getting picked on her teammates and her about to head inside you quickly called out to her.

"Lauren baby wait up". You said loud enough for heads to start turning your direction.

Millie was the one with a shocked face following in the others who had a huge look of disbelief.

"Hey there, you thought you left me."She told you

"Office called, and it was getting way too noisy, and I had to move it outside."You told her.

"Wait, so you're actually real, and this one right here wasn't lying all this time when she told us you were coming." Sam voice spoke up.

"Well, I was at your last two games but had to leave due to technical emergency, so it definitely wasn't a lie, and I'm as real as it gets."You told her.

[valeriaisintopatri]

Shower

Alexia Putellas x reader

18+ anal, cunnilingus

The air feels heavy as your hips tremble from your previous orgasms. Your breath catches in your throat. Beneath you, Alexia looks up with a mischievous grin, her vision blurred and her forehead glistening with sweat. You can feel her legs trembling beneath you.

Slowly, you come back to your senses. Your breathing evens out, and the throbbing in your core subsides. Alexia’s hands rest gently on your hips as her eyes wander over your entire upper body. She takes in every mark, every subtle movement, noticing how delicately your chest rises and falls with each breath.

You get up from her, struggling to walk as your legs still feel wobbly. “Shall I help you, amor?” Alexia whispers softly behind you. You turn your head in her direction. “No, it’s okay. Will you order something to eat?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. In response, she gives you nothing but a warm smile and a nod.

She watches you—of course, she watches you. Her eyes follow the sway of your hips and the unsteady way you move on wobbly legs. For a moment, she bites down on her lip, holding back a smirk, until you disappear into the bathroom.

Without hesitation, she grabs her phone and quickly orders two pizzas for the both of you. As soon as she hears the shower start, she slips on her strap and hurries naked through the apartment. Goosebumps form on her skin from the cool air lingering in the hallway. The bathroom door isn’t fully closed but left slightly open.

She pushes the door open a little more, her eyes fixed on you as water trickles down your chest and you work shampoo into your hair. Within minutes, the bathroom is filled with the warm, intoxicating scent of your pheromones. Alexia closes her eyes briefly, taking a deep breath, then steps inside quietly.

She moves slowly and quietly, careful not to startle you. Something inside her feels unfinished—she still needs you. Now. Here.

She slides open the glass door to your shower and steps in behind you, her movements careful and deliberate. Her hands find their place around your hips, and you flinch slightly at the unexpected touch. A shiver runs through you as her wet lips press softly against your shoulder blade.

“What are you doing here, Ale?” you whisper, your voice uneven, caught between breaths.

“I need you,” she murmurs between tender kisses, her lips trailing along your skin. Her hands glide slowly up your sides, brushing against the outside of your breasts. A soft whimper escapes you as your head tilts back, your mouth slightly open.

Her hands move forward, cupping your full breasts, and your whimper grows louder. Your body reacts instinctively, arching against her, pressing closer. Your breath catches as your voice rises, trembling with a single word: “Please.”

"How much more can you take, mh?" she asks in a raspy, broken voice before one of her hands moves to your freshly washed hair, clenching a fist and pulling hard on it. You squeal out, unprepared for the sudden pain. "I thought I fucked you well, still so common after so many orgasms," she whispers, her fist tightening.

She pushes your body forward so that your face presses against the glass. "You stay the same, you understand," you nod hastily and wait for Alexa's next move. She lets go of your hair and chest. You feel her two hands resting on your bottom. Her knees plop on the floor as she kneels behind you.

She kisses your ass cheeks softly and gently, and her hands pull your ass cheeks apart until she licks a long strip from your hole to your clitoris. You twitch in a flash, and your legs automatically open wider.

She takes your clitoris between her lips and sucks on it. Her humming between the individual sucking strokes is heavenly, and your mouth opens further without a real sound

"fuck-ale-fuck" you moan softly as you feel alexia's middle finger move to your asshole and it circles her lips still tight around your clit as her finger slides easily into your tight hole a throaty moan leaves your lips the stretching the sucking it all makes your organs knot up

She moves her finger out and in gently before getting faster and rougher. "Ale, not so fast, you—haven't been there in a while, please," she smirks against your cunt and gets faster in your ass. "Oh, my, I think I can cum like this," you moan against the glass wall.

she lets go of you briefly, "i know you can do it just don't hold it back" she smirks before her lips find your clit again your moans become shaky your walls close tighter around her thick fingers your legs start to give way "fuck i'm cumming" you moan alexia nods and speeds up with a throaty moan you come. your orgasm was intense and long

„look what a good girl you are“ alexia whispers against you.

[pitchsidestories]

under pressure II Barcelona Femení x Teen!Reader

masterlist | word count: 1829

summary: reader takes it too far in training and must live with the consequences. But no one sees the pressure which is weighing down heavy on her young shoulders.

author's note: dear readers, the oneshot was inspired by this request here, enjoy. In this story Lucy Bronze didn't leave Barcelona. <3

Training had started two minutes ago.

You rushed onto the training pitch, throwing your school stuff down into the grass and quickly slipped into your football boots. You were silently praying to whoever would listen that you would get away with being late.

Right as you stood up and wanted to join the rest of the team, you heard your coachs’ voice from across the field: “That’s strike one, it better not get to strike three.“

You frowned at him. “I’m only two minutes late!”, you protested, frustrated because you had done everything possible to make it to FC Barcelonas trainings grounds in time.

“And she had school.“, Ona added quickly. She had stopped her warm-up to help you out.

You shot her a quick grateful look.

“She knows when training starts.“, Pere replied unusually cold.

You swallowed everything you wanted to say. That it wasn’t your fault. That your Spanish teacher hadn’t let you go at the ring of the bell and that you tried to make up for it by running all the way from the metro station.

You nodded slowly: “We can start now…“

“Good.“, Pere said, turning back towards the rest of the group.

You joined your teammates on the pitch, deliberately ignoring the quick look Ona and Lucy exchanged when they thought you didn’t see them.

You flinched when someones arm suddenly brushed against yours.

“You’re good? No trouble in school?”, Aitana asked you with concern in her voice.

“No, Tana, it’s fine…“, you replied, jogging beside her.

“I’m just asking. You know I can help.“

A small smile tugged on the corners of your mouth. Aitana was always the first to offer her help with school stuff and while you didn’t need it at the moment, her asking meant a lot to you.

“Girls!“, Peres voice called them to the centre of the pitch where he explained your first exercise.

Twenty minutes later, you had your first drinking break. While you sipped on your water, you sneaked a quick look at your phone and quickly replied to a message.

Just your luck, you were caught breaking the team rules once again.

“Y/n!”

You looked up into Peres disappointed face and sighed: “Sorry, it was important!”

“No phones on the training pitch, you know that. That’s strike two.“

“But…“

You had no chance to explain yourself.

“You know that.“, he repeated.

Your frustration reached a new height. In your opinion, you hadn’t done anything wrong. They were small trivial things that didn’t interrupt training, there was no reason to make such a big deal out of it. Especially not after the day you just had.

“Oh, for fucks sake! I know but I also told you that the message was important!”, you exploded.

You and Pere seemed both surprised by the words that had just come out of your mouth.

“Cursing too?”, he asked with a sigh.

You only blinked at him in shock.

“That was very Lucia of her. You can tell she’s living at her place!”, Mapi burst out laughing next to you. You had no idea what was happening around you.

The confusion you felt was reflected in Lucy’s face who turned around to look at the defender from Zaragoza. “Excuse me what?”

“She’s got a point. It sounds like you.”, Ingrid agreed smiling.

“True. They even share a similar glare.”, Keira of all people added in a teasing tone. The English midfielder lived with Lucy and you when you rose from La Masia to Barcelona’s A team. Then they broke up and found new partners, yet you could still sense the mutual respect between them, and both loved you fiercely like you were their younger sister.

“I don’t care where she has it from, you know we’re not cursing on the pitch.”, your coach intervened growling.

“Sorry, I didn’t..”, you apologized trying your hardest not to cry in front of the team. No one should see the invisible pressure which was weighing down heavy on your young shoulders.

“That’s your third strike. Pack your stuff and leave my training.”, Pere demanded, his voice dripping with disappointment.

“Shit.”, you thought to yourself. This day really couldn't have gone any worse. The pitiful glances of your teammates made it even more terrible.

“Now.”, your coach waved impatiently.

 “We’ll talk at home, kid, okay?”, Lucy gave you an encouraging pad on the shoulder.  

“’ ‘Kay.”, you muttered under your breath.

After you left the training pitch, there was a silence hanging over the team which Ona broke first. “She seemed under pressure, so be nice to her later, Luce.”

“What do you think I’m going to do? Yell at her?”, her girlfriend snorted in disbelief.

“No, we can do that together.”, the younger defender offered kindly.

“Don’t worry, Ona. I know what I’m doing.”, Lucy assured her partner.

“Could the couples get back to training again?”, Pere requested grudgingly.

“Sure.”, the English player nodded.

“He’s in a bad mood today, huh?”, Mapi asked her while they were doing an exercise together.

“Weirdly, he’s.”, Lucy responded but her thoughts circling more around you than your coach. She had to find out what exactly was bothering you so much that you were acting out in training which you never did before.

Once you arrived at home you laid down on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, unmoving, Narla, the dog snuggling on top of you, an hour had passed when you heard the turn of the keys, realizing absentmindedly.

“Oh, hi, Luce.”

The West Highland Terrier immediately jumped off to greet the English woman. You could hear her and Ona talking in the hallway, the Spaniard apparently went to the kitchen to cook coffee for the three of you.

“Hey, kiddo. How are you?”, Lucy asked concerned as you made space on the sofa for her, so she could sit on it too.

“Was he still angry at me when you girls left?”, you returned the question. With a weak smile on your lips, you corrected the older player. “Also, Oni said you should stop calling me like that I’m going to be eighteen soon.”

“I don’t care what Ona says, I’ll stop calling you that when you’re taller than me.”, she shrugged.

You couldn’t help yourself, you snorted at her comment.

“Rude! I’m the same height since forever.“

Lucy grinned: “Bad luck, kiddo.“

Laughing, you pushed her with your shoulder: “You’re so annoying.“

“Now tell me what’s going on with you today.“

Lucys question wiped the smile off of your face, the heaviness returned to your chest in an instant.

There was nothing for a moment, just the ticking of the clock in the background.

“The teachers said I’m good enough for university…“, you finally heard yourself say.

“What?”, Lucy asked, mirroring your exact response when you were told earlier that day. Your brain had screamed at you to be happy about it, that your hard work had payed off and you might be able fulfil your wish of studying. But at the same time, you were filled with dread and worry about the future. There were so many thoughts at once, they were impossible to disentangle.

“But no one in my family studied before…“, you voiced one of your biggest concerns.

You were surprised to see Lucy looking back at you with a relaxed expression.

“Stop overthinking it. This is amazing and you will do great!”

“What? You think so?”

Lucy gave a single, impatient nod: “Yeah of course I think that. If I could do it, you can do it too.“

You let the warmth of Lucys words wash over you.

“Do you think they would be proud of me? My parents?”, you whispered into the silence.

Navigating life was hard enough and it had only gotten harder when you had lost your parents a few years ago. Graduating and going to university might be two other milestones in your life that you wouldn’t be able to share with them.

“I’m sure. At least we’re all proud of you.“, Lucy replied unusually soft.

Ona joined the two of you on the sofa and pulled you in for a hug: “That’s true. God, you’re so smart. Smarter than me at your age.“

“But you’re smart too, Oni.“, you smiled into the crook of her neck.

“Yes, but not book-smart like you.“

“Still.“

Once Ona let go of you, you could breathe a little easier.

“So tomorrow we’ll explain everything to Pere. But for now, Lucy, would you…?”, Ona said.

“Would I what?”

You blinked at her innocently, completing Onas question: “Start cooking?”

Laughing, Lucy ruffled your hair: “Yes, I’ll make your favourite food.“

“Thank you.“, you smiled.

“You’re welcome.“

A year has passed since you had the meaningful conversation with Lucy and Ona. Through the help of your teammates you did succeed, even graduating with honours.  This would open many doors for you which you were incredibly grateful for, you certainly didn't take higher education for granted.

To celebrate your big achievement the team prepared a little party in the cafeteria.

“Congrats.”, Pere gave you a warm handshake.

“Thank you.”, you smiled happily.

“You did it.”, Ingrid beamed at you.

 “We’re so proud of you.”, Fridolina added in awe.

 “Proud indeed. Well done, y/n.”, Alexia congratulated, pulling you into a hug so you couldn’t see her teary eyes. But you noticed them even though she tried to hide her emotional state from you.

“She’s all grown up now.”, Mapi commented delighted before she hugged the two of you who were still standing in the middle of the room. Once you released each other you could feel the heat in your cheeks from all the attention you received.

“She’s still a kiddo to me.”, Lucy threw in with a very pleased smirk on her face.

“Hey, you heard Mapi though.”, you protested.

“Pretty sure you’re still not taller than me, kiddo.”, she countered laughing.

“Does that mean you’re a kid too because you’re smaller than Irene and Alexia?”, you asked her in a teasing tone.

“That’s not what I said.”, the English defender replied.

“I’m just following your logic here.”, you told her. Apparently, Lucy didn’t find an adequate answer to your observation as she swept you off your feed and carried you on her shoulder.

“Shut up.”, she chuckled amused.

“Let me down!”, you urged the older woman giggling.  

“Forget it, kiddo.”, she shook her head.

“Ugh. Girls help me!”, you groaned.

“Lucia, put her down. No injuries today please.”, Pere ordered.

“You heard him.”, you whispered.

“Lucky for you.”, Lucy responded while your feet touched the ground again.  

“Time to celebrate.”, Ona smiled.

“It’s so sweet of you guys to have a party for me. I wouldn’t have done it without all of you.”, you noted deeply moved by the effort your teammates had put into it.

“You deserve it, enjoy.”, Alexia hummed.

“Thank you.”

You knew you could always count on them, and they could no matter what count on you.

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[repulsiveliquidation]

Mikrokosmos || Grace Clinton

summary: Grace loved her little world. she didn't know if others would too.

a/n : i don't know what this is but it's fluff! there is insinuation of sex but nothing else.

Grace was a private person. She loved her people with her whole heart but she kept her work and family separate. Don’t get it wrong, she loved her team and adored being the baby but there was a bubble in her home that she didn’t want them in. 

Her mikrokosmos. 

There were two people in there that mattered more to her than football. She was willing to do anything at all to protect it from the outside world. 

You were sitting in a quiet little bookstore one day, your little nephew in your lap. He was munching on a bit of sausage from your sausage roll as you read a little novel in a corner. The smell of coffee mixed in with the books perfectly, you found yourself sitting here every other day to relax and get some peace away from your chaotic life. 

“Is this seat taken?” a Liverpool accent asks and it startles you a little. You look up and see the most beautiful pair of eyes looking down at you. The Liverpool accent smiles, pointing to the seat across from you. You stutter and nod, smiling at her awkwardly. 

“He’s cute,” the accent tells you, smiling at your nephew Jake. He giggles and the accent giggles back, her hand coming up to tickle his cheek. 

“Say hi Jakie,” you tell him, his hand grabbing at the girl tickling him. 

“Hi Jakie, I’m Grace,” she says, cooing when his little hand finds her finger. 

“He likes you,” you tell her, book and pastry forgotten. 

“That makes two of us,” she says with a grin, looking up at you. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing here with the cutest baby in the world?” 

“It’s quiet, plus he likes the strawberry tart Michelle makes.” 

She turns to Jake, who’s trying to eat your blouse, to boop his nose. “You, little man,” she begins, booping his nose again; he giggles, “have great taste.” 

Grace stands, eyes sparkling in your corner of the quiet bookstore cafe.

“Can I buy you another coffee and a tart for my new favorite person?” 

“Only if you promise to sit here a while and share.” 

“Deal.” 

“Baby! I’m home!” 

“Mama!” 

A two year old knocks into her knees and she picks him up, heart growing fonder when his little giggle rang through the living room. 

“Hi little buddy,” Grace smiles, walking into your office with Jake on her hip. He tucks his face in her neck, calming into her hold when he feels her rub his back. 

“Hi baby,” you greet Grace, looking up from your desk in the corner. Your heart melts when you see Jake already falling asleep in her arms; you were struggling to put him down for his nap earlier so he was a little grumpy at tea. 

Jake was your nephew but when your sister fell into some bad habits, he was about to go into the foster system. You loved him dearly and couldn’t bear the idea of leaving him so young so you made the decision to adopt him. He had always called you Mommy when he first spoke and didn’t know his mother to be his mother. She abandoned him when she got clean and wanted a new life abroad with her boyfriend so you raised him as your own. 

Sure it got your weird stares since you were so young and Jake looked alot like you since his mother looked like you too. But you didn’t care, he was going to be loved and cared for under your roof, who cared about who said what. 

When Grace came along, you warned her about the things you had heard people say about you. Her job would have only brought on more stress for you and her so you were prepared for her ‘i can’t do this’ speech on the second date.

But Grace surprised you with her honesty and willingness to work it out because she didn’t want to lose you and she certainly didn’t want to lose her little buddy. 

Grace was young and didn’t need to deal with a practical newborn and a girl who was still getting her life in order but she didn’t care. She wanted you both and she was willing to do what it took. 

One thing she did the best was protect you both from rude people and weird stares. She wasn’t afraid to call people out and make them feel bad for their behavior. It made you uncomfortable at first but when you saw that more and more people left you alone, you were grateful to her. 

“Jakie here needs his nap, I think,” she says, kissing his head. 

“I tried to but he refused so you’re welcome to try,” you tell her, watching as she got a cheeky grin on her face before disappearing for a while. You hear her faintly bargaining with a two year old down the hall before the only thing you hear is the traffic below and your rambling thoughts. 

Seeing the time and deciding to clock out of work and start on dinner, you walk out of your office after turning everything off. 

Grace isn’t in the bedroom or the living room where she usually is so you tiptoe to Jake’s room. 

Grace was in his bed with him on top of her, both of them snoring just a little. Her legs stuck out from the end and her hands touched the floor but you never loved her more than you did in this very moment.

“Oh Grace,” you mumble, pulling your phone out to take a picture. You send it to your mum and make it your wallpaper before leaving the door ajar to start on dinner. 

Grace walks into Lionesses training grinning at her phone. Millie T sees her and watches as the young striker types fast and doesn’t stop grinning on her phone. She sneaks up on Grace and it startles her, making her drop her phone in surprise. 

“Mills!” 

“Sorry Gracie, who’s got ya grinnin’ like that eh?” 

“Nothin,” Grace provides, checking her phone for cracks. Millie grabs it out of her hands and runs away with it. She dodges through the rest of the girls in the gym, laughing her head off as Grace chases her. 

“Mary! Stop her!” 

Mary, who’s just walked in, grabs the lanky Millie and holds her tight, before Grace grabs her phone off her. 

“Who’s that you’ve got on your screensaver huh? Grace has got herself a little wife, girls!” 

“Shh Millie!” 

“Who’s got a wife?” Tooney asks, drinking from her water bottle. 

“Little Gracie does.” 

“I don’t,” Grace defends, “not yet at least,” she mumbles to herself. Grace walks away from the girls who are gathering around her, putting her headphones in in hopes that they’d get the message. 

Beth comes and sits beside Grace, stretching as the young United player does. The rest of the girls have gone back to warming up, Millie T standing at the weights looking a little guilty for outing her friend. 

“I’m happy for you Gracie,” Beth tells her quietly after they get their boots on, leaving the girl conflicted. 

Grace comes home after training exhausted. Sarina had them working hard as they had some important games coming up. The smell of your world-famous lasagna filled her senses when the front door shut behind her. 

“Is that Mama I hear at the door?” she hears you tell Jake before the soft patter of feet gets louder and louder. 

“Hello, love,” Grace sighs, holding Jake in one arm while snaking the other around your middle. You feel her muscles relax when your warmth blends into hers. Jake wriggles around in her arms after a while and she puts him down, watching as he goes back to his building blocks on his play mat. 

“I missed you,” she mumbles, hugging you from behind as you stir the tomato sauce. Grace kisses your nape and you lean back into her a little, realizing you missed her just as much as she did. 

“I missed you too, sweetheart,” you tell her, both of you looking at Jake who was showing the dog what blocks he had, “we both did.” 

Grace pulls out and you turn over, watching her reach for the wipes she kept in her side table. 

You drag a finger over her warm skin as she cleans you both up, leaving soft kisses all over the marks she’s left on you. 

Her face says something entirely different though, like there was something bothering her. 

“Grace?”

“Hm?” she looks up at you and you watch those eyes you fell in love with look troubled. 

“What’s wrong, love?” 

“You’ve always been able to tell when something’s bothering me.” 

“It’s because I know you, darling,” you say softly, sitting up and reaching for her chin to look up at you. “What’s the matter, lovely?” 

“Millie saw you today,” Grace sighs, now sitting cross-legged with you. Her fingers trace along the insides of your forearms, beautiful eyes refusing to look at you. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Millie got my phone and saw you and Jake today.” 

“Okay,” you say, taking her hand in yours. “So?” 

“So? I’ve never told anyone about you two. Not even the girls.” 

“Why not?” 

Grace thinks, wondering what her excuse was. 

All the other girls never hid their relationships. 

Why did she?

“I love having you all to myself, I don’t want to share what we’ve got just yet.” 

“Oh honey,” you coo, realizing where all this was coming from. “The girls will understand, Gracie.”

“I don’t want to make you feel like you need to hide who you are with them.” 

“You’d never let that happen, Gracie,” you say, leaning in to kiss her soft lips. “Never.” 

You stand, walking backwards into the bathroom. You’re taunting Grace, hinting at round two in the shower. 

“Besides, I’d love to meet the girls who don’t know the baby has a baby.” 

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“Who’s that?” 

“Who’s who?” 

“The girl Gracie’s with,” Maya gasps “and the cutest little boy ever!” 

“You wanna say hi little buddy?” Grace coos, taking Jake out of your hands before walking out towards the girls. You follow her and strike up a conversation with Beth, Lotte and Leah, watching Grace out of the corner of your eye. 

The girls fawn over Jake and seemingly Sarina joins in, practice for the day delayed by about a half hour. 

“This is what you’ve been hiding Grace?” Millie quips, tickling Jake a little as Mary makes faces at him. 

“They’re very important to me, Mills.”

“I get that,” she nods, “I’m happy for you Grace. Thank you for sharing them with us.” 

You’re sitting in the stands with Jake, watching as his eyes light up when Grace shows off her skills. He becomes a little fussy at nap time and Sarina, to your surprise, takes him from you and holds him the entire hour he naps on her shoulder while you do some work on your laptop. 

At the end of training, Grace hops the barriers to get to you. The girls have already come over and taken Jake to the locker room, his giggling makes your heart grow fonder of the girls you’ve watched on tv for years and heard stories about. 

“I think that was a successful day in the office, don’t you think?” Grace says tiredly, sitting beside you. 

“Mhm, it was,” you turn and face Grace, her perfect smile on her face when your eyes lock with hers. “The girls love Jake and it’s clear they love you. Thank you for letting them into our little world. I’d love to share more of it with them.”

“I think they’d like that.” 

“Jake! I am utterly heartbroken that you said she was your favorite!” 

“HA! I told you he liked me better!”

“FUCK OFF LOTTE!” 

“Leah! Language around the baby!”

“PWUCK!” 

“Oh no.”

[trulyhblue]

Could you possibly do a Grace Clinton x Reader please based on what Alessia mentioned on her podcast about Grace being a big hugger and like a sloth ! x also love your work ❤️

Just A Hugger

Grace Clinton x Lioness! Reader

Warnings: fluff, secret but established relationship, very short!

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You were sitting on one of the bean bags for the first time all camp, snuggled under an array of blankets, cuddling your phone as you stared up at the TV in front of you. The room was dark, holding refuge to more than a dozen tired athletes, all clad in their sponsored trackies and hoodies. You were among the handful that had been able to snag a bean bag before they were all full.

Alessia and Ella shared one beside you, and Niamh and Lotte planted theirs together in order to create one combined. On the lounges behind you, many of the girls lay across one another, sluggish in their endeavours to soak up some team bonding while also maintaining the silence. Beth had made you a hot chocolate, and Esme had picked the movie, which was of no complaint to anyone, considering the City girl always seemed to know best. You could hear Lauren muttering about her latest Lego creation to LJ, who was somewhat endorsed by the topic of conversation, yet scrolled aimlessly on her phone as she hummed along in agreement, since Hempo’s tangents often let on for prolonged periods.

Your feet peeked out from under the blankets, your fluffy pink socks matching with your girlfriend, who was nowhere to be seen. There was a quiet hum of chatter as the movie played, and everyone was content with the mixture as it was the first time anyone had really gotten to bond with another teammate outside of training.

The euro qualifiers were tough, and your fresh arrival to the team made it even more difficult to mould into a routine. In such high stake games, you certainly weren't looking for any significant game time, but you were a halftime sub during England’s campaign against Sweden, and you were hopeful of getting the same minutes this time against France.

You were younger than most of the girls but had been around professional football for long enough to have known them all for quite some time. You made your debut at United only a few years ago before playing for City in the Youth groups. There you met the likes of Mary, Katie and Ella, who were the first Lionesses that you had truly gotten to know. You had eventually met Grace when she came from Bristol to United, and from then, you were both sent on loan to Tottenham, where your friendship blossomed into a North London Treasure. Fans are no longer sure Grace is a United player, but their NLD golden girl. You were born and raised Manchester-bound, and you were not prepared to face the fact that you were slowly becoming among the faces of Tottenham’s affiliates. It took you a while to process the hurt that came with your loan, and at some points, you envied how quickly Grace fit in with your teammates and the game they played. But you soon moulded well as a striker, especially as your relationship with Grace consumed your everyday life.

You had moved in together as friends and slowly found your deep feelings for her embedded into your heart. The hugs during celebrations, and the post-match interviews matched with longing stares and soft compliments. Fans jumped to the joyride of how calm and collected the two of you held yourselves, especially as a duo in the games. Grace was always helping you up after badly set tackles, and you pushed her away from unnecessary quarrels with opponents. The media would pick up on the assists Grace would give you, and the spectacular goals that came as a result of your chemistry. There weren't any other two players that had this sort of combination together, and clubs were quick to realise that if they wanted one of you, the other was instantly included.

It was only half way through the season when the two of you got together. It was after your win against Arsenal, and the celebrations mixed with alcohol were quick to loosen your tongue. It was a well-kept secret between you two, except your two best friends Charli and Celine had caught on about your feelings long before you had even gotten together. The media were just enamoured by your friendship with Grace. The fans adored the affection you showed each other. There was inevitable shipping rumours, but they never held much significance.

While you liked the privacy of your relationship, Grace wanted to make it known that you were hers. It wasn't like you kept it discreet. You had shown each other the same amount of PDA before you made it official, so there was minimal change when it came to the way you interacted with each other, save for the heavy affection shown in the showers after a match, away from prying eyes. However, Grace had found herself falling more protective of you. If someone had made a false tackle on you, she’d be all over it before you had even hit the ground. It was an anger that had never presented itself beforehand, but it was sure to unleash the second you winced into the grass.

You were very reserved on the pitch. There wasn't much you got up to, and your card count was very low. Grace was much more vicious, but held accountability when it was due.

Everyone just thought that it was the end-of-season drama, where teams were making last-second challenges that would aim to help their position on the ladder.

Now, as both of your loans with Tottenham were soon to be over, Grace and you had not only made yourselves comfortable in the London atmosphere but had created special bonds with the likes of Celine with Grace and you with Charli, which made the return back a little difficult to face. You were both extremely valuable to each team, and there had been an inexplicable improvement that United wanted a piece of, though Tottenham wanted to keep. You were conflicted with the history of your home, and the alliance of your new life, which added to the stress of debuting with the England Senior Team.

You felt a familiar figure crouch beside you, placing another layer of soft blanket over your figure. With a soft kiss on your forehead, you snuggled up to Grace’s side, immediately cradling her waist with your arms, engulfing her chest with your head, and listening to her steady heartbeat.

“God, you're so warm.” She muttered, pulling your thigh over her leg, letting your weight lean against her. You let out a silent laugh as Grace wrapped her arms around your shoulders, running her hand through the nape of your hair, playing with the loose strands.

You peered down at her feet, feeling the familiar fabric of your matching socks. “Where have you been?”

Grace tucked you into her chest further, breathing in your scent as she sighed. “Talking to Sarina. She wanted to see what I was doing with Tottenham?”

You looked up, carefully calculating the mood on your girlfriend's face. “What about it?”

“Just whether we— whether I was staying.”

“What did you say?”

“I told her I’d have to ask you.” Grace glanced down at you, smiling at the crease between your eyebrows. She pecked your nose, tracing your features subtly. “She said that she could see that we were dating from a mile away.”

You scoffed at that. “Bet she did.”

None of your national teammates mentioned anything, though some of the senior girls had caught on quite quickly that something had changed since the last time they had seen you in Manchester. Ella, who was usually the slowest had walked in on you two that very morning, yelping and whining over breakfast, making your face go red with embarrassment and Grace shoving Tooney over to Lessi, who, inevitably, now knows.

You had told Beth and Leah that you two had gotten close while partnered together at training. Leah had told you it was obvious, and Beth had given you a big hug before listing things she and Viv did to keep their relationship a secret before it got out.

Grace had told Mary, who told Millie, who told Rach, and soon enough pretty much everyone who cared had found out over the course of a day. They were quick to subtly congratulate you, but the attention had died down by the time dinner had past and you all were watching the somewhat indulging film Esme had put on.

You weren't keeping your relationship a secret, but neither of you found a point in letting it known. If someone asked, you’d tell them. Both of you were waiting for the media to catch on, but until then, you were content with the quietness of it all.

“I’ll go wherever you go, you know that?” Grace muttered, placing soft kisses down the coloum of your neck. You pressed your figure closer to her, sighing when her hands ran against your sides.

You held out your hand to grab hers, tracing the ridges in her knuckles. “What do you think? Tottenham or United?”

“I don't care, baby.” She spoke, peeking up from where her face hovered above your collarbone. “I would warm the bench if it meant I was with you.”

You laughed into the blankets, nudging your face into her neck. “You're a sweet talker, Clinton.”

Grace didn't deny the statement, smirking down at your cosy position against her. She wouldn't trade you for any contract offer in the world. No amount of money or years of playing football could equate to holding you in her arms.

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[evagaetinosgirl]

WORTH THE WAIT | l.williamson x reader

summary: after three years of long distance, finally leah and you end it. all those years apart was definitely worth the wait.

author notes: i been having writers block for like two weeks now and finally my mind thought up something to write. hopefully you guys enjoy it 💓

contains: leah williamson x reader, so much fluff, lesbians being cute 😱😱😱😱, it's a long one y'all hang on, wonky timeline maybe, aj not knowing how football contracts work but it's okay it's fiction!

playing hit different by sza, the neptunes, pharell williams, ty dolla $ign 🎵

the saying is that distance makes the heart fonder and that's definitely true. however, it also makes the heart yearn deeply. you would know about both sides of the coin after three straight years of long distance with a certain gorgeous blonde. a certain footballer who just so happens to be captain of the lionesses. a certain british woman who name is leah williamson.

you met her by chance in ibiza while on vacation with a few of your teammates. technically it wasn't the first time you met her since you two have played against each other before at the club level and national level, but it was the first time you guys truly spoke. the first time you really observed her and noticed how pretty the english player really is. you have been out in a club with some other real madrid players. enjoying the last few days of vacation before international break started.

while dancing somehow someone have spilled their drink all over your dress, so you had to go to the bathroom. you reassure misa, the closest person to you, that you were just going to the bathroom and didn't need any help before leaving. the older woman just gave you a quick nod then getting back to dancing.

the bathroom was thankfully empty when you entered. you went straight to one of the sinks to check your dress in the mirror and the sight of a huge strain across the front of it made you let out a long sigh.

"what the hell.." you mumble under your breath. trying to think up a way to make this situation better than what it is. you land on just taking some paper towel, wetting it, and then wiping away at the strain so that your dress wouldn't smell like alcohol the entire night. then you internally reminded yourself to go grab someone's jacket once out of the bathroom. while you're busy wiping, really more like scrubbing, you don't seem to notice someone coming out of one of the stalls behind you. the squeaky noise of the one of the stall doors opening doesn't make you look up but the sound of water cutting on beside you does.

you look up to see one of the most gorgeous women you have ever seen in your life. okay, maybe that is most of the alcohol talking but some of that statement must be true. it is in your head at the moment at least. you don't recognize the blonde right away, but she feels strangely familiar.

"don't scrub too hard. might make your whole top fall off, yeah?" the pretty blonde says in a nice english accent that feels so familiar. her words don't register in your mind right away, but when they do you laugh; loud enough that it sorta shocks you then you laugh at your own reaction.

"yeah, i shouldn't scrub so hard.. but someone spilled their stupid drink all over my dress. i just bought this yesterday too!" you explain as you straighten up. momentarily forgetting about the strain on your dress that has only gotten bigger since you got in here. the blonde lets out a light laugh of her own, clearly amused.

"tough situation, huh? i would be a little frustrated too," this weirdly familiar woman's tone feels sorta like she's teasing and that fact (really more of an assumption) makes you whine involuntarily. you set the paper towel in your hand aside on the sink before stepping closer to this blonde. you point a finger at her, a frown on your lips, "don't tease me. i'm actually a little mad.. and it's unfair that you have a jacket and i don't."

apparently your drunk bluntness doesn't scare off the pretty blonde as she laughs again. that makes you pout even though her laugh is great to listen to. still, why is she laughing at you?

you scoff then turn back to the sink. about to go back to scrubbing at your dress when she speaks up, "you can have it if you want. this one is old anyways."

you look over at her to see the leather jacket off of her body, instead sitting in her hands. there is a shy glint in her eyes that you notice, but don't say anything about. it appears not so mystery blonde that you just can't figure out is not as chill as she seems. wanting to be a little petty for how she laughed at you, her words are met with silence for literally only two minutes as you give in pretty quickly. it isn't your fault really. who would turn down a pretty woman with a nice accent offering her jacket? no one who's single and has any type of braincells.

"hm.. thanks," you smile as you accept the jacket. immediately putting it on. it's warm surprisedly (you always thought leather would be cold) and smells of strawberries. "really saved my ass. that paper towel and water was not working." your blunt words makes the blonde laugh. this time quite loudly and that makes you laugh.

"yeah, you're welcome. it looks great on you anyways," and now you have gotten a compliment from the pretty woman. you have to get out of this bathroom before you end up making out with her. you thank her again then throw away the paper towels you used and finally go to the bathroom door so you can leave.

you look back at the blonde though, wanting to have just one last look at such a gorgeous sight.

she smiles at you then winks, "don't worry about returning the jacket. it's yours." you decide not to respond, leaving out of the bathroom.

the rest of that night was spent partying before eventually everyone decided it was time to go back to the hotel and chill out. that night when you took that jacket off, your drunken mind tried to figure out why that pretty blonde in the bathroom was so familiar but you just couldn't put your finger on it. not wanting to stress yourself out too much when you can hardly walk straight, you put it off for tomorrow morning and get into bed. drifting to sleep the moment your head hits the pillow.

in the morning, you don't even have to spend much energy to figure out why that blonde from yesterday was so familiar. thankfully you had a sensible enough mind last night to put your phone on the charger before knocking out. the first thing you do after waking up is check your phone; an habit you should probably drop but that's something for later you to worry about.

first you check your messages, not having that many unanswered. replying back to your parents saying good morning before going on instagram. you already knew your story was packed with photos from last night and you have probably been tagged in almost all of your teammates stories, always jumping in a photo when having the chance. you spend a good amount of time liking stories and scrolling on your feed before even checking your dms. the moment you do, you notice a new dm from someone you would never expect to talk to you outside of football; leah williamson.

the arsenal defender has never really spoken to you outside of matches. however, she did follow you back after an international friendly and has even commented on some of your posts. usually those comments were kept quite simple though. just a congratulations here or you look good there, sometimes just emojis. the thought of leah dming you has never slipped into your mind ever. you both are professional footballers, but beside that you felt like you had nothing in common with the blonde.

you click on the dm, narrowing your eyes at what is said: hope my jacket was comfortable for the rest of the night 🤍 sorry about your dress though. it was cute

the message makes you scramble to remember last night. only small flashes of last night appear in your mind. you remember someone spilling a drink on you then having to go to the bathroom and some parts of the conversation with that pretty stranger. that really pretty stranger who seemed so familiar to you, but the alcohol was kicking your ass so you didn't even recognize that that stranger was actually leah wiliamson and that's why she looked so familiar to your eyes.

only when your eyes glance over to a chair in your hotel room that has a leather jacket laying on it is when your mind connects the dots; leah williamson's jacket is in your hotel room right now. you were wearing leah williamson's jacket for half of the night. your mind is still playing catch-up, so no blush rushes to your cheeks at all. only slight shyness creeps it's way into your mind.

you spend way too long on figuring out what to respond with. eventually you settle on a simple thanks 🩷 too bad someone ruined it. you add on i can return your jacket btw.

after that, due to pure shyness and also the fact you don't smell the best right now, you get up out of bed. leaving your phone on the sheets while you go clean up; taking a nice long shower (it's not like you're paying the hot water bill anyways, might as well indulge) and doing your skincare. you decide to put your hair into a simple ponytail before changing into a simple croptop and jeans. you plan to go out for brunch in a few with of your teammates who happen to be awake.

you end up back on the bed soon enough. laying across it as you try to pick a show to watch, an actual struggle since this hotel seems to have bought a cable package with horrible selection. in the end, some random drama that seems slightly interesting is what ends up being picked. too bad you don't even pay attention to it as you look on instagram again to check if leah replied back.

in the back of your mind you wanted to push the idea that she has much better things to do than talk to you, but you fight back against that idea.

the blonde has given you her jacket and said you could keep it, she had winked at you when you left the bathroom, and even complimented your outfit that was strained with alcohol. if she was annoyed by your presence then she wouldn't have done all that. now you aren't cocky enough to say the defender is interested in you, but you are secure enough to realize she doesn't find you annoying.

you click on the chat with leah and her words surprise you,

leah

i'll only accept the jacket if you let me take you out

only if you want to, of course. no pressure love

okay, scratch that, leah williamson is interested in you. she's literally asking you out. not wanting to leave her waiting, you text back a quick, of course i want to. you have to get your jacket back someway, right?

on the other side of the screen, leah laughs at your text. your cheekiness definitely matches your personality from yesterday. good thing that wasn't just a drunk y/n thing. the blonde is sitting in her own hotel bed, having just eaten some breakfast she ordered from room service. however, she's not even full so eating some more would be nice. she messages you back right away, righttt. let me take you out for brunch? i'm starving.

the little sure, williamson message she gets back from you is all it takes for her to get up out of bed and to change into something more suitable than her pajamas.

that brunch led to even more dates, hours long facetime calls, sneaking around to see eachother alone before & after matches, and much more. leah and your relationship blossomed into something great. the english player is truly a good partner; caring, understanding, always seems to want to spoil you, and has the worst sense of humor that somehow makes you laugh every single time.

the only downside to this relationship was the fact you two were long distance. with you playing for real madrid and leah playing for arsenal, you were countries apart. it wasn't that bad though the first year of your relationship because england to spain isn't the worst travel in the world so you two always found time to get away with eachother. that changed when you transferred leagues, leaving europe behind to play in the nwsl.

there was a sense of guilt in your conscience when you finally agreed to sign with the north carolina courage. leah and you already spent less time than wanted away from each other now you're an entire continent away. even with leah's reassurance that you shouldn't let her stop you from going after what you want in your career, the guilt didn't fade away until the next time you saw the blonde. then your mind was finally able to settle down while you played your first season with the club.

it's only when leah tore her acl is when the guilt came rushing back. you couldn't support her physically right away, but you texted her constantly and eventually was able to fly back to england to take care of her. hearing about how leah tore her acl, but not being able to be there for her right away felt almost as heartbreaking as the fact she tore it.

eventually you had to get back to your own career though. still always supporting leah from afar and close when you had the chance. being in the nwsl really made your career go to the next level. after two seasons in the league though, you were ready to go back to europe, back to leah.

your transfer to arsenal is something you have been thinking about for a while now. even asking people close to leah like beth and lia for their opinions on your decision just to see if you weren't being too rushed with it. good thing in everyone else's perspective leah and you seemed very serious, on a track straight to engagement. being at the same club seemed to be the right thing at the moment.

you kept this transfer a secret away from leah though. wanting to surprise the defender who always complained that she missed you and wished you lived closer. now you will finally be fulfilling that wish of hers.

leaving the north carolina courage after two amazing seasons with the club nearly made you cry (okay, you cried), but you knew it was worth it. sitting on the first flight to london, all you feel is content and a strong yearn for leah. good thing you're on your way to her.

seven hours later and you land in london. you are welcomed with open arms by alessia and lotte who you told about the transfer as well. leah is basically the only person who doesn't know yet since arsenal nor north carolina courage has made any public statement about your transfer. the only reason your old teammates knew is because you told them and a select few of arsenal players know because again you told them. the moment the contract was finalized, you were on the first flight over here so there wasn't much announcing to be made.

"you know leah been bothering me lately. she said you been acting all strange," alessia says as she links arms with you. lotte takes your luggage even though you tell her not to, but the woman is too sweet to not help out.

"yeah. she's been pouting around the training grounds for like three weeks now," lotte chimes in. you let out a soft laugh at the image of leah sitting around day to day with a small pout on her lips. her arms crossed across her chest of course in her typical leah williamson fashion.

you reply back to both, saying, "i can see that. she's been pouting to me too, but i kept telling her that everything is fine."

"maybe that's why she went to beth and ranted that you must be about to break up with her.." alessia says. before you can even laugh, lotte starts to rant about how leah has been bothering her about you. asking all these questions and trying to get lotte to spill anything she knew.

"i had to fight her off by saying i would tell kim she's harassing me," lotte finishes her rant right when you three reach alessia's car. lotte ventures away from you to put your luggage in the trunk while alessia gets in the car. you get in as well, sitting in the passenger seat. lotte grumbles when she gets in the back seat, "why do i have to sit back here? i bought your luggage all the way out here but you get shotgun?"

"because i'm a guest duh," you look back at her.

lotte is quick to disagree with you, "you live here now!"

"oh my god.. she's new here though, so she gets shotgun. sorry lotte," alessia shrugs then snaps in her seatbelt. you and lotte do the same before going back to arguing over if you're actually a newbie since you have been to london so many times now that you basically live there (well you do live there now but still).

the blonde lets you two have at it while she drives to leah's house. when you recognize the familiar street, you tell lotte to shut it and turn to alessia.

"can you call her and ask her to come outside? i want her to be taken completely off guard," you ask alessia. the english player agrees right away. calling leah, half of the conversation being the younger woman trying to convince leah to get out of bed and come outside. leah agrees only because alessia promises to buy her snacks.

in the time it takes leah to come out, you're already out of the car, luggage by your side. when your girlfriend steps out of the house, alessia and lotte are already gone. there is a look of confusion in leah's eyes when she sees that alessia's car is nowhere to be seen. once her mind registers the fact that it's you standing there infront of her house, she furrows her brows in confusion.

"love..? what are you doing here?" leah steps out of her house, leaving her front door slightly open as she walks down her steps towards you. the bright smile on your lips makes her smile too.

you speak when leah pulls you into her arms for a hug, "i thought i would surprise you, baby."

"that, you did," leah says against your ear as the hug continues, "but still what are you doing here? you're a whole week early."

okay, maybe, your flight to london wasn't entirely spontaneous. you and leah have been planning for you to come to london for a while now with the nwsl season ending right before the wsl season starts. moving your flight a week early wasn't a hassle. the only real surprise in you coming here is the fact you aren't leaving, but of course leah doesn't know that yet.

"let me tell you inside. why is england so chilly?" you joke. leah just rolls her eyes, grabbing your luggage after gesturing for you to go inside. you walk up the steps then stop to look at her. how can someone look so pretty just pulling luggage?

leah stops at the bottom of the steps, furrowing her brows at you, "go inside before you freeze, woman."

you stick your tongue out at her before going inside her house. leah lets out a sigh at your childishness, continuing to bring your bags up the steps. once inside she finds you already having your shoes and jacket off in her kitchen making tea. the blonde leaves your luggage by the couch before making her way into the kitchen. hugging you from behind as you lean against the counter.

"sooo.. what were you going to tell me, baby?" leah pecks your cheek then rests her head on your shoulder as the tea brews.

you stay silent for a short moment, wanting to tease her just a little but of course you couldn't leave her waiting for long. you say, "i'm transferring."

leah lets out a sound of surprise. she tries to think back on whether you ever told her about anything regarding a transfer. usually you told her about everything, but it's obvious you have been keeping this to yourself for whatever reason.

"transferring.. where?"

"to your favorite club."

"but my favorite club is arsenal.." leah lets you go so she blinks out of confusion. you smile when she finally connects the dots.

"you're transferring to arsenal? you're transferring to arsenal! why didn't you tell me?" leah rushed to pull you in her arms. basically picking you up in celebration, only setting you down when you had to get the tea. that doesn't mean she let you go though. the blonde clings to your side as you pour the tea in two mugs then you move slowly, due to the woman who is attached to your side, to the couch. leah letting you go for only a minute so you can set the mugs of tea down without burning yourself. when you sit down on the couch, she's back to being a koala.

"i wanted it to be a surprise," you smile at your girlfriend. she pulls you closer if that is even possible.

"it's a great surprise and a horrible surprise because now i have to hurt lotte for keeping this secret away from me," leah says, partially serious partially sarcastic.

"you have to what?"

author notes: had to end the fic here because it was getting long 💔 def doing a part two though and i will be posting that alexia fic part two soon enough. also send in requests im boreddd. hope y'all enjoyed 🤓💓

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[russo-woso]

Double trouble || Katrina Gorry x reader

Request | Masterlist | Prompt list

Summary You and Katrina get very unexpected news

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“It was never this bad with Harper. I was only sick twice when I was pregnant with her. What’s so different this time?” You sighed, sitting against the wall in your en-suite bathroom.

You’d just had the worst wave of morning sickness so far into the pregnancy.

Your wife, Katrina, was stood next to you, having rubbed your back as you threw up.

“I don’t know, babe.”

Before you could say anything else, you felt a sudden wave of nausea.

Instinctively, you threw your head into the toilet.

“Bubbas a little trouble maker, aren’t they? Katrina asked, you nodding in response.

“It’s like it’s double as bad.”

“Well, when we see bubba today, we’ll tell them off.” Katrina joked, helping you up from the floor.

Today was your twelve week scan and you were seeing your trouble maker for the first time.

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“Mummy, we see the baby?” Harper asked as you laid down on the bed, the nurse preparing the ultrasound.

“We will see the baby, Harps. Are you excited?” You questioned, harper nodding quickly.

“We’ll see your baby brother or sister.” Katrina added, picking harper up so she was sat on her lap.

“So, I’m going to put this gel on. It will be cold but you’ll get used to it.” The nurse said, placing the gel on your slight bump.

Yours and Katrina’s eyes were fixed on the screen, the nurse trying to find your baby.

“And there is your baby. There’s their head, and there’s their — oh.” The nurse stopped mid sentence, a confused look taking over her face.

“What? Is something wrong?” Katrina asked, squeezing your hand.

“No nothing wrong. Do twins run in the family?” The nurse asked

“My dad’s a twin.” You replied, studying the nurses face to find out what was happening.

The confused look was replaced with a one of realisation.

“That explains it. It also explains why I could see three hands. There’s baby A, and there’s baby B.” The nurse told you and Katrina, pointing to the screen where two clear babies were.

“Twins? Two babies?”

“Two babies.” The nurse confirmed, you and Katrina just looking at each other.

“Twins?” Harper asked, confused.

“You’re gonna have two baby siblings.” You told her, harpers jaw dropping at the realisation.

“Does that explain why the morning sickness has been so bad?” Katrina questioned the nurse who nodded in response. “It’s not just trouble then is it? It’s double trouble.”

[b14augrana]

Scrubber

Your make your debut in a La Roja jersey

Barça Femení x teen!reader

pt. 7 masterlist

Warnings: mentions of injury / blood

A/N: bebita is back by popular demand!! i wrote this pretty late at night so excuse any grammar mistakes but on the bright side i included lots of vidić references. enjoy! 💝

‘Time goes by too fast,’ you thought, as you stood in the tunnel, sandwiched between Salma and Alexia. Only a couple days ago you were struggling to decide what you wanted for breakfast, and now you were minutes away from playing in a Euro qualifying match against Denmark.

The officials gestured to both teams, beckoning them out of the tunnel and onto the pitch, and Irene led the way.

Your nerves normally subsided when you played for Barcelona, but this was different. This was a place and team you weren’t used to, it wasn’t Barcelona.

As your team lined up and prepared to sing the national anthem of Spain, you could only think about one thing; how were you supposed to play?

That was another thing that made you miss Barcelona all over again. Back in Barça, you had Lucy, Mapi, Ona, Patri and Pina to encourage your advanced tackles. You weren’t very hopeful about the other Spain girls being so supportive.

You were deep in thought as the national anthem rung through the stadium, and the words erupted from your mouth mindlessly. After the song concluded, you followed Alexia off the pitch and shook your jacket off your shoulders.

Over the speakers in the stadium, you barely make out what the commentators were saying. It was something about you, that’s all you could tell.

“…making her international debut tonight at just 16 years old. She’s been pivotal for FC Barcelona this season, scoring a last minute goal in the Champions–” The rest was lost in the sea of roars coming from the crowd.

There was barely enough time for your coach to give her last word, and before you knew it, you were stood in the back with Irene, awaiting the whistle.

You quickly learned that today, Denmark had chosen to take a more passive approach to attacking. You were naturally aggressive in defence, so taking on this more patient style of offensive play wasn’t too much of a challenge.

It was different playing without Mapi. You knew she should’ve been there, playing in your spot because she deserves to represent her national team and enjoy it. It made you sad that the old management failed her and she couldn’t do that.

You missed her. A lot.

“(Y/N), mira la pelota!” Irene yelled, dropping back into the box. Your attention averted to the Danish strikers running towards you, and the midfielder preparing to put a ball through.

Pernille Harder blistered past you as soon as the ball had been kicked. It took you barely a second before you went after her, your legs drilling into the ground with every long stride until you were right beside her going shoulder-to-shoulder for the ball.

Irene was there, you knew that, but you didn’t want to get beaten and let Irene clean up your mess.

Pernille was getting closer and closer to the box with every touch she took, and though you knew she was a world class attacker, you would rather die than let anyone advance on goal.

You lurched, your foot making contact with the ball and cutting it out of her path, sending it somewhere to the sidelines. You slid across the ground on your hip, and it was like everything was in slow motion as Pernille stumbled over your outstretched leg and lunged forwards. The ball found its way to the right back, Oihane Hernandez, who was quick to clear it down the line for Athenea.

When there was too much proximity between a player and the goal, the decision to make was extremely straightforward for you; your body gets hit before the back of the net.

A quick look at the ‘NV15’ written on your wrist gave you all the motivation you needed to power through the first half and continue to produce tackles. When you walked off the pitch for halftime and retreated into the locker room, you slumped beside Irene and took a large sip of water.

“Dios mío (Y/N), fue increíble defender. ¡Tenemos suerte de que juegues para nosotras!” Leila said, smiling fondly at you.

You had properly met her a couple days prior, and immediately liked her. She was a defender, just like you, which meant you got to grow your circle of defender friends.

You returned her smile and mumbled a shy ‘gracías’ while Irene gave you a side hug, “Esa es mi nenita.”

Half time flew by. You were lost in a train of empty thought, too eager to get back on the pitch to concentrate on anything else. You practically jumped to your feet when your coach gave the last word and players started filing out of the locker room.

The second half did not start off much like the first one. Denmark ditched the passiveness for a more fierce approach, which showed from the minute they received the ball. Spain was only up by one goal and the 90 minutes was coming to an end.

Snerle ploughed through the midfield with the ball at her feet and sent a sharp through ball towards the flank. The pass was too quick for Leila to intercept, and the right wing charged past her, leaving Leila behind.

There was an obvious pass to make from the wing; a cross into the box for Pernille to touch and score.

Pernille realised this. Thomsen realised this. You realised this as well.

Pernille came sprinting from behind you into the box and the ball flew over the heads of Spanish and Danish players alike, almost about to land right at the captain’s feet.

The decision to make was extremely straightforward for you.

You can fix a broken nose, but if you let someone score a goal, your pride cannot be fixed.

There was Cata on the near post, and you knew there was no chance she could save a shot from such short distance.

You can fix a broken nose, but if you let someone score a goal, your pride cannot be fixed.

It was hard to not be acutely aware of Pernille right behind you, practically breathing down your neck, extremely desperate for a goal that could change the entire game.

You can fix a broken nose, but if you let someone score a goal, your pride cannot be fixed.

The ball was descending to the ground again, right in front of the goal, threatening to change the momentum of the game entirely.

You can fix a broken nose, but if you let someone score a goal, your pride cannot be fixed.

All it could’ve taken was one big step for Pernille to knock it in the back of the net. You threw yourself forwards and plummeted towards the moist grass as your head blocked the ball from meeting anyone in the box. It ricocheted off your head and bounced away as you fully fell onto your chest, and once again you felt Pernille lose her footing after tripping over your leg.

The last thing you felt before you were overwhelmed with pain in your face was a body landing on top of your head, forcing your face to collide with the ground. There was a barely audible crack, and then the searing pain came into effect. Nonetheless, you scrambled to your feet, clutching your face with your hands as you hunted for the ball and cleared it away from your box completely, which became near impossible as the pain became intolerable.

Liquid trickled down your arm, and the source wasn’t a mystery. You clamped your eyes shut for a moment and when you finally opened them, Alexia and Irene were in front of you with looks of horror on their faces.

There was a swarm of many other teammates, plus a worried looking Pernille standing beside you with a hand on your shoulder, apologising profusely.

You smiled at her, though it must’ve been a horribly bloody one. “It’s ‘kay, not your fault,” you mumbled, shaking your head.

“Árbitro, necesita ayuda de inmediato. ¡Mírala! Está sangrando por todas partes, está herida–” Alexia yelled, flailing her hands in the air. The referee was on the sidelines, sending the medical team onto the pitch.

“I’m fine, just m’nose..” you said, but nobody looked convinced. You wiggled past the bunch of women and made your own way off the pitch, heading for the bench.

As soon as you sat down, you were about to go to the locker room and claim your Hay Day login when multiple medics ran towards you, inspecting your nose and figuring out what to do.

To you, it was all worth it, because the last few minutes of the game were approaching and your broken nose had prevented a possible equaliser.

“You can fix a broken nose, but if you let someone score a goal, your pride cannot be fixed,” you told the medics when they asked you what happened, “…in the words of Nemanja Vidić.”

Spain came away with a win against Denmark, thanks to your little accident-causing header. Alexia almost sprinted over to you after the game to bombard you with a million questions, such as ‘How are you?’, ‘How long are you out for?’ and, ‘Are you even out? Will you get one of those special masks?’

When you had answered all her questions, you made your way over to the Danish side, where Pernille was standing. You nervously tapped her on the shoulder, and her expression was one of surprise when she spun around and saw you.

“Hi, Miss Harder, I’m (Y/N),” you said.

“I know you, don’t worry. Please, call me Pernille,” she responded.

“I was wondering if.. you’d want to, maybe, trade shirts?” you asked shyly, “I made sure my jersey didn’t get any blood on it, just for this.”

Your comment incited a laugh from Pernille and then, to your relief, a nod. “I’d love to trade jerseys.”

After you had swapped jerseys and you slipped the Denmark jersey over your head, you smiled at the woman. “Thank you so much, Pernille! I really loved playing with you, even the broken nose part. Thank you!”

You returned to Alexia as you were in the process of zipping up your jacket. “You have a quick press conference to go to, and then we can go back to the hotel,” she informed, and you nodded.

Post-match interviews weren’t your favourite. You normally just wanted to go home, have some dinner, and have the deepest sleep of your life. Today was a little different because Alexia was accompanying you.

“(Y/N), what can you tell us about the medical incident that occurred earlier? Is that a lesson for you?” a reporter asked, and you shuffled about in your seat.

“Not necessarily a lesson, because I will break my nose again if I have to, but definitely an experience,”you responded with a small smile.

“Alexia,” the next reporter spoke, “What are your thoughts about the incident?”

She was in the process of taking a sip of water when the question was asked, so her answer didn’t come immediately. When she placed the bottle back down onto the table and leaned closer towards the mic, she began to speak.

“Que… it is a testament to (Y/N)’s selflessness and dedication to football, no matter if it’s club or country. It shouldn’t be looked at as a bad accident, because it wasn’t an accident — it was a sacrifice.”

[samkerrworshipper]

bar-ca

alexia putellas x reader x putellas!child

no warnings just my first kidfic so no judgement

The sound of the bottle sanitizer whirring hurts your brain.

The four month sleep regression is no joke, the non-stop crying, the no sleep, the teething pain. It’s the pains of motherhood that nobody has ever brought up to you.

Everything hurt.

Your head from the lack of sleep, your boobs from constantly being sucked dry, your body from rocking a baby all night who had no intentions of going to sleep.

You just couldn’t understand why little Lili wouldn’t sleep.

You’d tried it all, sleep training, sleep school, nannies, co-sleeping.

None of it worked, Liliana was just set on running yours, and her other mothers life.

You groaned as the machine pinged, signalling that it was done cleaning out the bottles.

You grabbed the one closest to you and poured the water you’d already warmed and the scoops of the formula into the bottle.

Formula really was your saving grace, although the effort to put it all together was something tat you felt was unnecessary, it was the expense of giving your boobs a break.

You were grateful enough that Lili took formula, because according to most of the women in your mothers group you were very fortunate.

You shook up the bottle until the formula had all dispersed evenly.

You would be lying if you said that you didn’t take a moment to yourself, setting the bottle down on the counter and leaning over, enjoying the rare moment of silence in the putellas household.

You knew that you should be grateful, grateful that you were in a position where you could spend so much time with your newborn, that you could spend so much of this valuable time with your biggest treasure, but it didn’t make it any easier.

You were the main parent, Alexia had a football career, games, trainings, media commitments, leaving you at home with Lili constantly. You were starting to get some cabin fever, and a little bit of annoyance with your baby who was always crying.

You’d thought it was croup, but no, Lili just cried and cried and cried, and a lot of the time you cried with her.

There were good moments, but that didn’t change the everyday constant exhaustion you had. The most annoying part though was that you were so attached to Lili that you couldn’t leave her for longer than an hour. You couldn’t explain it, but every time anybody had offered, Eli, Alba, Mapi, any of the girls of the team, and you’d tried to leave Lili with them you’d gone through the worst mom guilt imaginable. So, you were stuck, with a broody baby attached to your hip, pretty much at all times. It didn’t help either that Lili had been significantly premature as a baby, so not only had she been sick, but she’d also craved the constant skin to skin contact in her first weeks of life, only strengthening your connection to her.

Alexia tried her hardest to take the pressure off of you, but at the end of the day you were the one breast feeding, you were the one who had sacrificed her career for motherhood, you were the one with the stretch marks and body that had been wrecked by your daughter.

You picked up the bottle, knowing that the silence across your house would very quickly be replaced by screaming if you didn’t get the bottle to your hungry daughter soon.

You walked slowly through the house, making your way to your shared bedroom as slowly as possible.

You stopped in the hallway when you heard the sound of babbling and an occasional giggle coming from the inside of your bedroom.

The giggling was new, but it made the moments a little bit sweeter when you got to hear it, although Alexia was the one who mostly got it out of your daughter.

You turned the corner and smiled at the sight in front of you.

“It’s not funny liLI, i know you can do it, say it for me, bar-ca.”

You stopped yourself from laughing at the serious expression on your wifes face as she stared at your daughter expectantly.

All Lili did was laugh at her.

“It’s in your blood, you’re a culer, c’mon, you can say it.”

It was another new thing, the little babbles of syllables that would leave your daughters mouth, it was cute, and you’d been aiming for mama, but clearly Alexia had other intentions.

Lili just giggled again at Alexia’s pointed finger and the seriousness on her face.

“You can do it, do it for me, say it, cu-ler, or bar-ca.”

Lili contemplates for a second, before babbling something completely incomprehensible.

“I thought we were aiming for mama first?”

Alexia looked up at you, like she’d been caught red-handed.

She flushed red, and then laughed, and when Lili laughed along with her you didn’t have it in you to even try to tell her off.

“Barca is basically her mother, both of her mothers are curlers, culer is in her blood.”

You rolled your eyes effortlessly at Alexia, she wasn’t wrong, in fact the when you’d seen your daughter for the first time after waking up after birth, instead of being dressed in the previously picked outfit she’d been decked out in a miniscule barca jersey.

“I’m also her actual mother and I would like it if all of the sleep I’m losing to her would be used to at least say my name.”

Alexia nodded, she couldn’t really argue your point, it was smarter for her to just agree with you.

You stepped up onto the bed, looking at Lili, who was uncharacteristically bright for this time of day. You were hoping that you could get her milk drunk and hopefully she’d pass out, but you also were aware that your chances were slim.

You reached for her, noticing the way that her face immediately dropped as you lifted her from Alexia’s arms.

Just as she looked like she was about to burst into tears, you pushed the bottle nipple into her mouth, watching as her face immediately relaxed.

You sunk back against your pillows, happy now that she was able to hold herself up without fully relying on leaning on you.

Alexia leant over, pressing a kiss to your hairline.

“How about I take her to training with me? She can sit in the gym with me and one of the staff or injured players can watch her whilst were out on the pitch. You can get a shower, sleep, go for a walk if you want, go see your mami or mine?”

You shook your head.

“You insinuating that I smell, Putellas?”

Alexia shook her head against your forehead.

“I’m insinuating that you need to give yourself a break, let me take her for the day, it’ll be fine, I’m just as much her mother as you are, take a break for yourself, si?”

You felt sick at the idea, but you couldn’t deny the need you had to get some proper, undisturbed sleep.

“Plus, you know how desperate all fo her aunties have been to see our girl, she’ll be saying the words barca by the end of the day.”

Your eyes shot open.

“Alexia Putellas Segura, I am not joking, if she says any words besides mama as her first ones than you will be on night duty for the next month, away games be damned, am I understood?”

Alexia pouted.

“I can’t help it if she’s destined to be a barca player and already knows it.”

You let one of your eyebrows raise.

“Alexia.”

She frowned again, but nodded her head.

“You let me take her, and I’ll get her to say mama, deal?”

You bit your lip, as much as parting ways with your daughter terrified you, as needy as she was, you were so desperate to get a proper run in, or a proper workout, or some proper sleep and proper food that wasn’t ordered off of your phone.

“I want her back in one piece by the end of the day, and with the same amount of barca memorabilia she already has in her wardrobe, and I want her aunties to not indocrinate her, okay?”

Alexia smiled, already bouncing out of bed.

“Finish her feed and we’ll be off, we’re going to have such a good day lili baby, just you and mommy day.”

You rolled your eyes, looking down at the baby in your arms, who was looking at her mommy curiously.

“She’s crazy lil, don’t you listen to her, your mama’s forever, even if you cry for the rest of your life.”

[helen-with-an-a]

Beautiful Girl Masterlist

Fluff | angst | angst/comfort | suggestive | smut

I’ve tagged everything in relation to this universe under #fic: beautiful girl, if I forget to upload something to this masterlist, you can scroll through that tag instead 💕

Oneshots

Welcome Home (18+) Alexia comes home from the Olympics

Halloween (18+) Alexia forces herself to watch a scary movie with you

Injury (18+) (coming soon) You tweak your knee

Night Out (18+) (coming soon)Alexia decided to be bratty

Christmas Eve (18+) (coming soon) You go to Barça’s Christmas Eve party

New Year’s Eve sneak peek (18+) You spend New Year's Eve together

Blurbs

First Meeting you meet a Beautiful girl

Outside Looking In Mapí and Ingrid explain the dynamics of Capi vs Alexia vs Ale

Tired Alexia is just so tired

Coaxing (18+) no-plot-pure-smut

Ballon d’Or (18+) Amor comes home from winning her first Ballon d’Or

200 Goals Alexia is being stubborn

Headcanons

Headcanons 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 (coming soon)

Quick Headcanons

Some more quick ones

More things that have been on my mind

Random ones

Birthday headcanons

Amor and her instruments

Ale trying to get off without Amor there

The time they had a giant fight

The Man City Barça UWCL match

Amor and Las 15

Amor and Ale after the 2023 WWC

SWF headcanons

NSWF Headcanons

Moodboards

1 | 2 | 3 | (coming soon)

Questions

Does Amor have tattoos?

What Nationality is Amor?; How is she like playing against Alexia?; What is her relationship with Alexia’s “kids”?; Does Amor have any secret talents?

Does Amor like the Alexia TikTok edits?

What does Amor and Alexia’s relationship look like to other people?

Was Amor in Alexia’s documentary?

Is Amor younger than Alexia?

How did Amor and Alexia announce they were dating to the public?

What was the moment it clicked for Alexia to let Amor be in charge?

Is Amor on track for a Ballon d’Or?

Is Amor an arse girlie?

Does Ale and Amor encounter any issues with it being Amor's first real wlw relationship and (im assuming) not Ale's?

[bruhnze]

For me page

Summary: Ona and Lucy are cuddling on the couch scrolling tiktok. I was in the mood to write something really soft :) its inspired by a tiktok and one of my fav songs (ive put them at the bottom of this fic)

Warnings: none. it's just some fluff.

Wordcount: very short

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They were sitting on the couch. Ona laid with her legs stretched across Lucy’s lap. She held her phone on top of a propped up cushion that laid on their laps as they lazily scrolled through TikTok together, the sounds of the short videos filling the room. Lucy absentmindedly twirled the soft strands of hair at the nape of Ona’s neck while a dog video played on the screen.

“That’s so Coco,” Lucy chuckled. On the screen, a dog was sneakily attempting to steal food from a coffee table, its antics earning a laugh from both of them.

Ona’s lips formed into smile. “Yes, but I’ve been teaching Coco better, he’s a good boy.”

“Sure you have,” Lucy teased, but she kept her voice light. She didn’t bother arguing. Coco was Ona’s baby, he could do no wrong in her eyes.

They scrolled in comfortable silence for a while until a notification popped up.

Lucy’s eyebrows lifted as she caught a glimpse of the alert. “Oh, wait,” she said, “we’re scrolling on your official account.”

Ona froze, her thumb hovering mid-swipe. Her lips twitched into a sheepish smile. “Yeah… I know.”

Lucy leaned back, her amusement growing. “Why?”

Ona’s cheeks turned pink as she fumbled for an explanation. “Uh, I scroll on both accounts. Sometimes this one, most times the other one that we send eachother stuff on, but now we’re on this one.”

Lucy narrowed her eyes, her grin widening. She felt Ona was hiding something, “Okay, let’s switch to the other, then.”

“No,” Ona said quickly, her voice higher-pitched than usual as she tried to deflect. She continued scrolling, hoping Lucy would drop it.

''Why?'' Lucy smirked.

''That algoritm doesn't work well,'' Ona offered.

Lucy wasn’t buying it. “Oh, now you have to show me,” she said looking at Ona with a curious smile.

“Nooo,” Ona giggled, leaning in to kiss Lucy in a last attempt at distraction. But Lucy wasn’t so easily distracted. She deepened the kiss while her free hand searched for Ona’s phone.

Ona noticed and laughed against Lucy’s lips, tightening her grip on her phone. “Luce,” she protested, pulling away.

Lucy smirked and in one swift motion she pinned Ona to the couch, straddling her as she squealed with laughter. “Give me the phone or I will tickle you until i get it,” Lucy threatened.

“No you wont,” Ona challenged, already squirming under Lucy’s hold.

Lucy’s fingers went to Ona’s sides, starting her tickle attack.

The room erupted with Ona’s laughter, her voice rising in pitch as she tried to fend Lucy off. “Lucy! Stop! Please!” she gasped, squirming beneath her.

“Give me the phone,” Lucy repeated, pausing the tickling just long enough to make the demand. ‘’I stop when you give it to me.’’

“No-ho,” Ona wheezed, still laughing uncontrollably.

Lucy grinned wickedly. “Okay,” she said, resuming her attack.

Finally, Ona’s resistance crumbled. “Okay, okay!” Ona cried, breathless from laughter.

She let the phone slip from her grip, and Lucy took it triumphantly.

Ona groaned, burying her face in her hands. “You’re going to regret this,” she mumbled.

“What can be so bad?” Lucy smirked, unlocking the phone. “you make me very curious.” She opened TikTok, half-expecting some bizarre videos or maybe even some overly thirsty stuff of half naked girls.

Instead, she was greeted with edits of herself. She smiled as she scrolled through Ona’s fyp. There were montages of her football highlights, sweet clips of her smiling or interacting with fans, and videos of the two of them together with cute music under it.

“Wow Ona,” Lucy said, her voice caught between teasing and affection.

“What?” Ona muttered with her face still hidden.

“This is all? This is what you didn’t want to show?” Lucy asked, turning the phone to her.

“Maybe,” Ona admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Her cheeks were a blazing red.

Lucy chuckled, scrolling further. “Your whole For You Page is me.”

“I know, okay?” Ona groaned. “I’m embarrassed.”

Lucy’s expression softened as she leaned closer, her lips brushing against Ona’s forehead. “What’s so wrong with it?’’ she pressed a kiss to Ona’s temple, before leaning back, ‘’I think it’s adorable. You’re adorable.”

Ona scrunched her nose, sticking out her tongue. “Shut up.”

‘’Okay I’ll shut up,’’ Lucy grinned and looked back at the phone, her curiosity led her to tap into Ona’s saved folders. “Let’s see what’s in here,” she teased, grinning as saw Ona cringed.

“No,” Ona sat up, but Lucy gently pushed her back down against her chest, smiling as she saw she had hit a jackpot.

Lucy read the folder names aloud, her smile widening with each one. “‘Hot,’ ‘Skills,’ and… ‘I’m so in love.’” She laughed, looking over the phone at Ona, whose mortified expression was almost too much to handle.

“Don’t tease me,” Ona whined, covering her face again by turning and leaning into the backrest of the couch.

“How can I not?” Lucy said, clicking on the ‘I’m so in love’ folder. The first video she played was of her in an interview with a young boy.

“Oh, it’s the interview with Paddy,” Lucy exclaimed, her voice softening. “Did you like that one?”

Ona groaned, her voice muffled by the cushion she had pressed to her face. “Yes. It was cute. I told you that already.”

Lucy softened at Ona’s state. She placed the phone on the table and cupped Ona’s face in her hands. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s sweet.”

Ona peeked at her, narrowing her eyes in mock irritation. “You’re enjoying this too much.”

“I’m not,” Lucy said, but her grin gave her away.

Ona huffed, but her lips twitched into a small smile. “Why are you smiling, then?”

Lucy reached for her own phone, unlocking it and handing it to Ona. “Want to see mine?”

Ona opened TikTok, her eyes lighting up as she found a folder labeled ‘Ona❤️.’ She clicked it, finding a mix of edits, cute videos, and clips of her best football moments.

Ona bit her lip, her smile shy. “Aww… you saved videos of me too?!”

‘’Mhm,’’ Lucy nodded, ‘’some of those are really good.’’ She said, distracted by a video Ona clicked on.

‘’But I literally have three folders and you have one,’’ Ona said, ‘’so I’m still worst.’’

Lucy shrugged nonchalantly. “Babe, I’m just less organized. We’re at the same level.”

Ona laughed, tugging Lucy closer. “Same level obsessed with each other.”

Lucy settled in the space between Ona and the backrest of the couch and pressed a kiss to Ona’s cheek, “Mhm.” She chuckled, ‘’so when did you start yours?’’

‘’When you went to Chelsea,’’ Ona said, ‘’you?’’

‘’Same,’’ Lucy smiled, ‘’when I miss you I scroll back through it.’’

“Same,” Ona whispered back, blushing as their eyes met.

Lucy’s gaze lingered, her expression softening. “I love you,” she said. She shifted, laying her head on Ona’s chest, letting her body rest against Ona.

Ona’s hand instinctively moved to Lucy’s hair, her fingers threading through the strands in slow, soothing strokes towards her neck.

“I love you too,” Ona said after a moment.

For a while they stayed like that. Lucy’s eyes fluttered shut and she let out a content hum.

“Do you have a favorite?” Ona murmured, breaking the comfortable silence. “Video, I mean.”

Lucy nodded against Ona’s chest. “There’s this one compilation with a couple of your tackles. It’s so good - I’ll show you if you want.”

Ona’s sighed, her chest rising and falling beneath Lucy’s head. “Later. I’m too comfy like this.” Her fingers moved slower, tracing patterns across Lucy’s scalp. “For me I think those recent videos of you with that little boy are adorable.”

Lucy’s lips curved into a smile against Ona’s shirt. “Paddy? He was a cheeky little lad.”

“Mhm, but you handled him well,” Ona said, her voice barely above a whisper now. Her hand stilled in Lucy’s hair as she leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

Lucy tilted her face upward, ‘’one day we’ll have our own kids.’’

Ona smiled, ‘’yeah and they will be very cheeky too, if they’ll be anything like their mom.’’

Lucy rolled her eyes but smiled, leaning in to catch Ona’s lips with her own.

It was gentle kiss, before they smiled against each other.

Lucy leaned back a chuckle. “Which mom?''

Ona chuckled, stealing another kiss from Lucy. "The silly one I’m head over heels for."

[pitchsidestories]

el sueño de una niña (2) II Jenni Hermoso x Reader

part 1 | masterlist | word count: 1803

summary: Jenni promised reader's daughter Mila to come to her first football match, can she keep her promise despite being away with the Spanish national team.

author's note: dear readers, you asked for a part 2 and here it's, please enjoy. Let us know your thoughts on the oneshot.💜🖤

“But you promised to come…”, Mila whined through the phone, her voice on the verge of cracking. The disappointment in the little girls voice weighed heavy on Jennis heart.

She winced as she replied: “I know, I know.”

“It’s my first important game…”, Mila complained.

Jenni sighed. She was the one who had helped Mila find a football team in her age class, the one who had bought her first pair of cleats and also the one who had promised her support for her first game. Only, she had forgotten that she would be away with the national team at the time of Milas first game.

“I'll find a way to be there, Mila.”, Jenni promised determinedly. She didn’t know how yet but there was no way she would disappoint her.

Mila seemed a bit more calm at the end of their call but at the same time the conversation had attracted the interest of Jennis spanish team mates.

“Mila has a game?”, Alexia asked, her eyebrows moved towards her hairline with curiosity.

Jenni threw her phone on her hotelbed with frustration: “Yes, it’s her first one. She asked me to come weeks ago.”

Irene who leaned in the doorframe smiled to herself: “Do you all remember your first games?”

“Who doesn’t?”, Alexia replied with a grin.

“We all do.”, Jenni agreed. She knew from experience how formative first games could be.

Aitana stood there, frowning at Jenni like her brain was working at full speed: “But how do you get to her game when you’re here with us right now?”

The hotelroom went quiet as everyone seemed to search for a solution to help Jenni out.

“Easy, fake an injury.”, Mariona blurted out.

Four pairs of eyes stared at her. The disbelief about her suggestion was palpable inside the room.

Jennis face suddenly lit up as she got up from her bed: “During training later? Mario, you’re a genius!”

Excitedly, the darkhaired player pressed a grateful kiss to Marionas cheek and picked her up to whirl her around.

“Jenni!”, she protested, her cheeks slightly reddened.

“Sorry!”, Jenni laughed and finally let Mariona back down.

“Don’t tell anyone that I had anything to do with it.”, Mariona pleaded.

Jenni winked at her nonchalantly: “Oh, don’t worry, Darling. I’d not tell a soul.”

“Good.”

A few hours later, Jenni went down just as planned during a training drill. She held her knee and screamed in pain. The other players crowded around her, faking worried looks. Alexias eyebrows knotted together, indicating that Jenni was definitely overdoing it.

“Jennifer? Are you alright?”, their coach asked, crouching down to Jenni.

“No.”, the football player moaned.

“The physio should take a look at it.”, Alexia interrupted, trying to steer the conversation into the right direction.

Jenni nodded quickly: “Yes, just to be sure. That really didn’t feel good.”

“Okay.”, Montse agreed as she watched her get up and limp off towards the physios.

A short time later, the physiotherapist Pilar realised with a sour face. “You’re fine, Jennifer.”

 “Listen I know I’m fine but there’s a game tonight I’ve to attend. It’s a little girl’s first football match.”, Jenni pleaded.

She shook her head in disbelief. “You want me to lie and say it’s bad enough that you’ve to leave?”

“Not to leave necessarily only to take a break until tomorrow. Please.”, Jenni looked at her with big eyes.

“Excuse me, you want me to compromise my integrity.”, Pilar protested.

“It’s for a good cause.”, the striker gave her the most charming smile in the hope it would work on the physio like it did on all the women before. Nowadays, the specific grin was usually reserved for Mila and you. But this was an emergency.

“You owe me, Hermoso.”, she warned her.

“I know, you can count on me.”, Jenni reassured the physio.

“Go.”, Pilar replied in an impatient tone.

“Thank you!”, the football player promptly jumped off the lounger throwing kisses at her.

“Ugh.”, the physio waved it off, pretending to be disgusted by it.

In awe you watched your daughter warm up with the teammates who became her friends. Mila and you were heartbroken that your friend hadn't come yet despite her promise, which she was supposedly so keen to keep.

The referee started the game that’s why you didn’t hear the person coming who put her arms around your waist with a cheeky smile on her lips. A loud gasp escaped your mouth as you turned around to see who dared to touch you like that.

“Jenni?!”, you exclaimed surprised, glancing at the face you came to love so much over the past year.

“Hey.”, the Spanish woman greeted you grinning.

“You really made it to the game.”, you whispered deeply impressed by her dedication.

“I told you I’d. I never break a promise.”, Jenni answered in a serious tone.

“True, it’s been twelve months, and you never ran away.”, you noted.

“Can’t believe you still think I would.”, she remarked hurt.

“No, I trust you.”, you disagreed whole-heartedly, cupping her cheeks with your hands before exchanging a gentle kiss with the striker. For one moment the pitch and the game faded into the background.

“I think I deserve that trust by now.”, Jenni stated earnestly, pressing a kiss to your hand before releasing you fully.

“You do.”, you responded. Both of you followed the game proudly. The Spanish national team player was the one who cheered and supported the girls the loudest.

A bright smile lit up Mila’s face during a short break once she realized that Jenni did came to the game to see her play. Shily your daughter waved at her which the striker returned with her hands formed to a heart. When the game was on again Mila even scored her first goal.

“There she comes! Hi Mila.”, Jenni kneed down to hug the small girl after the match officially ended.

Milas face split into a big grin once she spotted Jenni standing next to you. She immediately broke into a run and jumped into Jennis arms. “Jenni, you made it!“

“Of course I did. I promised you.“, Jenni laughed as she spun the little girl around before setting her back down on the grass.

Mila cocked her head: “Have you seen me play? You looked distracted by looking at Mami.“

You failed at stifling your laughter while your girlfriend replied: “Hey! Of course I watched you play.“

“Uhu, sure.“, Mila nodded, her little face filled with sass.

Jenni raised her eyebrow at her with a grin: “Excuse me? I came all the way from my national team camp to watch you play.“

The tiny football players’ eyes widened in awe: “How did you do that?“

“Magic.“, Jenni explained, waving her hands through the air as if she was casting some spells.

“Wow.“

“All for you.“, she winked at your daughter.

“Thank you, Jenni.“, Mila beamed and pressed yourself against the football player for another hug.

Jenni kneeled down to her: “You did so well today. Were you nervous?“

Mila nodded hesitantly: “Yes but Mami said she believes in me.“

“We both believed in you. Don’t worry, the nervousness gets better after a few games.“

“It does? Also, told coach that you’re a good coach too.“, Mila said and pointed in the direction of woman your age who watched you with raised eyebrows.

You shot her a smile while Jenni laughed: “Oh god.“

“She didn’t like to hear that.“, Mila confirmed what you both could read from the face of her coach already.

Jenni bit her lip to stop herself from laughing: “I bet so.“

“Mila, are you hungry?“, you quickly changed the topic, impatient to leave the football pitch and the watchful eyes of the youth coach.

“Yes!“

You turned to your girlfriend: “What about you, Jenni?“

“I think I have time to take my girls out for food.“, she winked.

“Perfect.“, you smiled.

Jenni held out her hand for Mila. You took the other hand of your daughter. “Let’s go.“

“Please, I’m starving.“, Mila complained which caused all three of you to break into laughter again.

Jenni ruffled through the young girls hair: “Don’t worry, you will get some food to fuel your body after such a long game.“

You found yourself at a restaurant shortly after. Mila was busy digging into her chicken tenders and you watched Jenni pick at her salad.

But there was something that your girlfriend had said earlier that you couldn’t get out of your head. You leaned forward, your chin resting on your hand and watched Jenni curiously: “So… how did you get out of the Spain camp?“

Chewing on a tomato, Jenni shook her head: “Can’t tell you that.“

“It’s top secret, huh?”, you smirked.

“Yes, it’s between me, the girls and our physio.”, she winked conspiratorially.

The small comment of the striker sparked Mila’s curiosity as well. “Was it dangerous?”

“A little bit.”, Jenni admitted sounding amused.

“Woah, that’s so cool.”, your daughter marvelled.

“Mila!”, you clicked your tongue disapprovingly.

“But mami you must admit it’s true.”, Mila defended herself.

Swiftly you changed the topic, looking into your girlfriend’s eyes. “When do you have to go back?”

“Tonight, but I can take Mila to bed before that.”, Jenni answered smiling.

“Really?”, your child asked beaming with delight.

“Really.”, the footballer confirmed mirroring her excitement.

“Good.”, Mila nodded satisfied.

The dinner with three had gone by in a blink.

In an animated tone Jenni read out loud to your daughter in the child’s bedroom. It was a story for boys and girls featuring the life story of Marta. In between you could hear Mila’s lively comments she exchanged with your girlfriend until there was only the silence of the night.

“She’s sleeping?”, you questioned as Jenni closed the door behind her.

“Yes.”, she affirmed calmly.

“Wonderful.”, you muttered gleefully. Eye to eye, you noticed a desire and lust in the way the striker looked at you. A blush crept upon your cheeks feeling the intensity of her stare. “What? Why are looking at me like that Jennifer?”

“No reason?”, she murmured innocently.

“No, tell me.”, you demanded in the knowledge that your lover was lying.  

“Well, I’ve some more time before I’ve to leave.”, she began mischievously.  

“You mean long enough to..?”

“Yes.”

“We shouldn’t waste more time don’t you agree?”, you glanced at her expectantly.

With a playful expression Jenni took your hand to guide you to your shared bedroom, leaving no doubt that she was fully in line with what just passed your lips.

Everything started with a promise and ended with another one.

After you two made love together Jenni promised that you three would be a forever thing. Something like the three musketeers against a man’s world which despite all it’s harshness would never get you down.

if you enjoyed this story reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated !

[pinkyqily]

We'll help you through it [Ingrid engen x mapi lèon x r]

Contains : mention of depression

A/n : this a repost of my fics, my request are open

Least to say that you we're struggling life sucking every single one of your motion to keep living it felt like you lost all hope in your self you didn't know what it was but your mental health decline took a toll on you.

Every day felt like a struggle to be alive and keep on breathing. but thanks to your amazing girlfriends who were able to notice what was wrong with you.

It all started with when they had to leave a lot for away machetes you get that it was apart of their job but sometimes you felt lonely and jealous about what the two could be doing without it.

You doing what you do best overthink the whole situation but nevertheless you were able to push back.

You stopped answering there calls and texts whenever they sent in one. Just wachting the phone ring away without trying to pick it up.

Feeling worthless and unimportant as life would have been better if you just stopped living you thought to yourself.

But you never get close to doing it. It's been weeks since you last saw them as you've been ignored them.

You had a new routine now wake up work sleep and eat. And well repeat totally ignoring your other aspect of life.

Mapi and Ingrid had obviously noticed the pattern in your behavior and decided to vist you as soon has they could.

"Ingrid you think all this is enough". Mapi asked Ingrid showing her comfort bag that they brought for you filled with your favorite snacks to everything that you like.

three different brands of your favorite chocolate, huge ass blankets you wanted to get but didn't they had it your favorite movies had it makeup,dresses, accessories they had it all but mapi over here was still worrying that it wasn't enough.

"Mapi it enough or maybe to much". Ingrid questioned.

"Let's just go". she said to her girlfriend

They finally got your place with the spare key and weren't really expecting to see you in the condition that you were in.

With just one look at you it was quite obvious that you weren't getting enough sleep nor eating enough.

They both immediately dropped the things they had rushing to your side. It hurt them to see you this way like you were waiting on death.

Ingrid was the first to speak up. "Baby I'm so sorry we haven't been there for you".

"Nothing is your fault I'm particularly to blame".

"No don't say that about yourself".she told you

Mapi on the other hand didn't know what to say so she just pulled you three into a hug. you all stayed like that for a while before Ingrid started cleaning.

the whole place and convinced you to go take a bath so you could feel more relaxed. mapi was changing your bedsheets and placing the things that they got you.

By the time that you were out your places was looking better than it was before.

Ingrid made you a bowl of spicy soup putting it down and helping you with your hair and clothes on. You ate what Ingrid had prepare with mapi feeding you and not missing a single drop.

After that they both convinced you to leave the house for some fresh air. And that what you did getting in the car mapi first went back to there place to pick up bagheera to join you guys.

Having bagheera join you guys on the beach was perfect the cat being there made you perceived and calm. It wouldn't have been your normal couples walk if mapi didn't start talking you and Ingrida ears off.

Something that you missed even though she could go on for hours she was recently yapping about. how patri and pina were quite obvious about each other but to afraid to confess and how she was going to play cupid.

Let's to say you felt happy and a little better all you need was come comfort and love from you girls which they understood.

[alessiasfreckles]

could you do kiss roulette #35 with leah pls?

wasting time - leah williamson x reader

35. a kiss against a wall

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You were furious.

You'd received a yellow card for time wasting, your second one of the night after receiving one for fouling someone in the first half of the game. Even you could admit that the first card was fair, but the second one was absolute bullshit - it was the 50th minute, for god's sake, and you were 1-0 up, why would you be time-wasting?

The ref didn't want to hear it though, and sent you off with a whistle.

You stormed down the hallway to the changing room, hands clenched in tight fists. You could still hear the roar of the crowd behind you, protesting your being sent off, as well as raised voices from your teammates and Jonas.

Leah had been watching from the bench, having to sit out the game due to a twinge in her knee.

"What the fuck?" she murmured as the ref held up the red card towards you. You were not a player known for getting carded, if anything, this was your first red card in your entire history at Arsenal. She watched your brows furrow in confusion, and then your face fall as you realised you were being sent off. When you stormed off the pitch and into the tunnel, she could see your eyes glistening.

You ended up running the rest of the short distance to the changing room, needing to let out some of the angry energy that was overflowing inside you. Once you were in the changing room, you grabbed your hoodie from your cubby, balled it up in your hands, brought it up to your mouth and screamed into it, as loudly as you could.

It helped, a little.

You were still so angry, though. And so... upset. It felt like an insult to your integrity as a player. You sat down on the bench for a few seconds before standing up again, too restless to stay still.

The door opened with a soft click, catching your attention. You looked over to see Leah poking her head around the door, a concerned look on her face.

"Can I come in?" she asked, waiting for you to give her the all clear. When you nodded, she came in and closed the door gently behind her. "Are you okay?"

You started to nod, and then sighed. "Not really. I'm pissed off. And sad, about the card and about missing the rest of the game."

Leah bit her lip, still stood near the door. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"I dunno. I just- it's just not fair! I didn't deserve another yellow, I wasn't time-wasting!" you said, words pouring out now that you'd started talking. "And, like, I feel like I'm not the kind of player who does stuff like that. This is my first red card at Arsenal! I don't need to resort to things like time-wasting to fucking win, you know?"

You were pacing around the changing room by this point, working yourself up again. Your hands were clenched, and it broke Leah's heart to see you so upset and angry. She watched you pace, unsure whether to let you ride out your frustration or to intervene.

"Now people are going to think I'm that kind of player, and I'm going to have a red card in my playing stats this season, and-"

You were cut off by Leah grabbing you and pushing you against the cool stone wall, kissing you fiercely. Any angry thoughts you'd had quickly melted away as her lips moved against yours, too distracted by the feeling to think about anything else.

It was over just as quickly as it had started, Leah pulling away from you. Her hands were still on your shoulders, pushing you against the wall, and her eyes were wide. She bit her lip nervously as she watched for your reaction.

“So, all this time I just had to get a red card for you to kiss me, huh?”

[baeksqt]

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄 - aitana bonmatí

aitana bonmatí x fem!lyon!reader

(a/n: had this sitting in my drafts since she won the ballon d'or, and I finally have a small break so enjoy luvvies (*^‿^*))

word count: 1243

genre: fluff

summary: an adorable aitana meetcute

On a breezy spring afternoon in Barcelona, the cosy bookshop cafe Letras Vivas buzzed with its usual charm. Tucked away on a quiet side street, a haven for readers and coffee lovers alike. The warm aroma of roasted beans mingled with the soft rustle of pages being turned and the occasional tinkling of laughter from patrons. The cafe was the kind of place where time seemed to slow, where strangers might strike up conversations over dog-eared novels or debate the best way to make a cortado.

You step inside, grateful for the reprieve from the city’s lively streets. The team had arrived in Barcelona a few days early to acclimate before the upcoming Champions League final. The pressure was immense – two giants of women’s football going head-to-head – but you had sought this little sanctuary for some peace. As much as you thrive on competition, moments like these were a way to offer clarity amidst the chaos.

Clad in a casual, well-worn shirt and a pair of faded jeans, you seemed a world away from the electrifying football star celebrated in the vibrant match posters that adorned the streets of Lyon. As you moved through the dimly lit bookstore, your fingers delicately glided over the spines of countless books lining the shelves near the entrance, occasionally pausing to absorb the titles that beckoned softly. Your gaze eventually landed on a novel, its cover a breathtaking watercolour that captured the charm of a seaside town, an irresistible pull urging you to pull it from the shelf and delve into its world.

At the counter, Aitana Bonmatí, FC Barcelona’s fiery midfielder, was already ordering her cappuccino. The barista seemed charmed by Aitana’s easy banter, her quick wit and warm laugh lighting up the space. She exuded the kind of confidence that came from knowing you were exactly where you belonged. The distinctive red-and-blue hoodie with Barça’s crest proudly displayed was casually slung over her shoulders, and drew occasional glances, but most were too polite to approach her.

As you approached the counter, Aitana turned, her grin wide and inviting, her hazel eyes bright with recognition. It took you a heartbeat to place her–you had seen that grin a hundred times before, from game footage to interviews to across the pitch. The face of Barcelona’s squad and one the most formidable centres in the game. And in just three days, your opponent. Once again. 

Aitana didn’t miss the split second of hesitation that flickered across your face, and she seized the opportunity to break the ice with a playful energy. “Hey,” she said, her voice warm and laced with just a hint of mischief. “Nice to see you off the pitch.”

You blinked, caught slightly off guard but managing a smile. “Oh, uh, hi. Didn’t expect to run into you here.” Your Andalusian accent was unmistakable, and Aitana’s grin grew wider.

“You Lyon players just can’t resist the good spots, huh?” Aitana quipped, leaning casually against the counter. Her eyes flicked to the book in your hand. “Good choice. That’s one of my favourites.”

You raised an eyebrow, holding up the book. “Really? You’ve read it?”

Aitana’s eyes lit up with enthusiasm as she nodded, her ponytail swaying rhythmically with her head. “You won’t believe how captivating it is! It unfolds in this charming little fishing village—teeming with intense drama, sweeping love stories, and heart-wrenching heartbreak… it’s absolutely everything you could want! Imagine it like football, but infused with much more romance and way fewer tackles!”

A smile crept across your face as you placed the book on the counter, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. “I’ll take your word for it, but relying on my opponent’s taste in literature? That feels like a risky move!”

“Oh, come on! Today, we’re not opponents at all!” The mischievous glint in Aitana’s eyes mirrored her playful smirk. “We’re just two enthusiasts who appreciate fine coffee and extraordinary tales.”

The barista expertly crafted Aitana’s cappuccino, the velvety foam adorned with an artful heart-shaped swirl that seemed to float above the cup. Instead of making a beeline for the door, Aitana lingered, her presence radiating warmth and curiosity as she patiently waited for you to finish your order, the air around you charged with an electric sense of connection. When you joined her at a nearby table, your conversation flowed with surprising ease.

Listening intently, as Aitana, ever the local, effortlessly wove stories about her childhood in Vilanova. Her voice softened as she talked about watching games at Camp Nou as a kid, her dreams of one day playing on the same pitch now a reality. She pointed out a few must-visit spots within Barcelona, her favourite tapas bar tucked away in El Born and a rooftop terrace with breathtaking views of the city at sunset.

It was your turn to share, Aitana leaned in, intrigued as you painted a picture of life in France. Your voice gained a quiet pride as you described Lyon’s relentless training culture—the way it pushed everyone to their limits and brought out the best in them. The early morning drills in the pouring rain, late-night strategy sessions, and the camaraderie that came from working with some of the best players in the game.

“So you’re telling me you actually enjoy those gruelling training sessions? Compared to the easiness of Madrid?” The brunette questioned.

“It’s not about enjoying them, exactly.” You shrugged, your smile softening. “It’s about knowing they make me better. And there’s something fun about the discipline, the way it transforms you. Being at Real Madrid, I never had that.” You finished.

Aitana nodded thoughtfully, her playful demeanour giving way to a moment of genuine admiration. “I get that,” she said. “I think that’s why I love playing here—Barcelona’s always pushed me to be more, too.”

Her words hung between the two of you, a shared understanding unspoken but felt. Despite the teams they represented and the rivalry that defined them season after season. They were, at their core, not so different. For a moment, the looming match disappeared, replaced by the quiet connection of two people who understood what it meant to give everything to the sport they loved.

“So,” Aitana began, cradling her cup, her tone suddenly teasing, “how’s Lyon feeling about Saturday? Ready to lose?”

You leaned forward, a playful spark in your eyes. “Confident enough to say you’ll be the one losing.” you shot back. Your laughter mingled, drawing a few curious glances from other patrons, but neither of you seemed to care, bantering for what felt like hours.

As the sun began to dip, casting the cafe in a warm golden glow, you both reluctantly stood to leave. Outside, the streets buzzed with life, the distant hum of a guitar echoing from a nearby plaza. 

At the door, Aitana paused, turning to you with a smile softer than her usual confident smirk. “You know,” she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “maybe after the match, we should grab a coffee again. No rivalries—just books and good company.”

You tilted your head, cheeks dimpling into a grin. “Deal. But only if Lyon wins.”

Aitana laughed, backing away towards the bustling street, her voice carrying over the noise. “We’ll see about that!”

As you walked in opposite directions, you felt a strange lightness—a fleeting connection sparked by chance, lingering even as you prepared to face her on one of the biggest stages in football.

[evagaetinosgirl]

privacy | m.leon x reader

summary: you decide to prank mapi.

author notes: this is my way of fighting back against my horrible writer's block. hopefully i can write regularly instead of hardly. enjoy 💞

contains: mapi leon x influencer!reader, fluff!, lesbians being cute.. that's all, badly translated spanish ☹️

playing hasta cuando by kali uchis 🎵

there has been this trend going around on tiktok that you have been wanting to try for a while. it's quite simple, just ask your partner to leave while you change and see their reaction. most of the reactions were quite cute and you found the trend fun. thankfully harmless which is why you want to try this prank on your girlfriend.

mapi doesn't want to admit it but she is quite clingy. always wanting to be around you whether you two are doing something together or separate. she just needs your presence to fully function and you aren't any different. having the spaniard around is comforting like constantly having your favorite song playing. you would never get sick of being around mapi even if to others you two seemed a bit co-dependent; maybe you guys were at some points.

you decide the perfect moment to strike is the morning of the brunch date you planned. there's this new cafe open that you have been meaning to bring mapi to, but with her rehab and tagging along with the team then your own work related duties, the thought of the cafe was really lost in between all that. with the season particularly being over, mapi has way more free time and she has been happily basking in all of it. spending most of it with you, so when you asked to go on this date she immediately said yes.

"baby, i'm about to record my get ready with me," you say to the tattooed woman as you pass by her to go to the bathroom attached to your bedroom. she's laying on the bed, reading a new book she picked up recently. she has always been into reading and tried to get you into it, but you almost fall asleep everytime she reads to you. it's not your fault that her voice is so soothing.

"okay, bonita," mapi gives you one of those cute smiles of hers. she gestures for you to come out of the bathroom, you have hardly stepped into it anyways. smiling brighter when you come back over to the bed. you can already tell what she wants by the time you make it back over to her. she puckers her lips, awaiting her most deserved kiss.

you giggle before indulging her. pecking her lips, once, twice before pulling away.

"don't want to go too far now, hm? i have to film," you push a few strands of hair behind her ear. there is a pout on her lips that almost makes you give in and just kiss her a bit longer but the thought of the prank hangs in the back of your mind. you straighten up, giggling when mapi says, "but can't you just make up some kind of excuse? just say your lips are all swollen because you used that.. lip plumper you showed me some girls use."

"a lip plumper? babes, i don't use those. my fans will easily call bluff," you peck her forehead before fully moving away. you can just vision the pout on her lips as you step into the bathroom. closing the door behind you, so you don't catch a glance of how cute she's being because if you do then you would have given in easily.

you think of the best way to execute the prank in a way that won't make your girlfriend suspicious. she could be quite oblivious, but you telling her to leave would definitely raise some questions. you decide to just wing it, knowing how mapi will probably come into the bathroom soon enough since she can't seem to survive five minutes without having you near her. even though the only thing separating you two was a door.

you set up your phone on the counter. clicking on the record button and making sure you look good before the ten seconds timer goes off.

"hi guys! i'm back with another get ready with me. this time around, mapi and i are about to go out for brunch.." you continue to explain to your phone how you have been meaning to take mapi out for a while. at the same time, you tie back your hair then slip on a cute fluffy hair band to keep away any strands.

the more you said mapi's name while doing your makeup, the more you knew she would eventually come into the bathroom. just like a cat, she appears. coming into the room after the fifth time you mention her.

"you already look good, mi amor," she says as she comes behind you. wrapping her arms around your waist then leaning close to your face for a kiss. you playfully roll your eyes but kiss her back. you didn't have any lipstick on anyways.

"thank you. i was telling them how i was taking you out for the first time in forever. are you excited?" you say softly. smiling when mapi giggles. she pulls away to let you finish your makeup, opting to lean against the counter.

she pauses to think then says, "siempre estoy emocionado cuando se trata de ti." the barcelona player blows you a kiss afterwards, very cheesy. you roll your eyes but blow one back. you shift the phone slightly to get more of her in the frame; it's going to be needed when you do the prank.

you decide to not do it straight away or she would get all suspicious, so you just continue with half of the video. doing some of your makeup before cutting, doing the rest and then continuing to record. you do the same with your hair.

mapi stays pretty quiet during the whole first part of your recording. she just lets you do her thing while she also gets ready.

once it was time for you to change out of your pajamas, you start the prank. looking at your phone before turning to mapi.

"hey baby. i'm about to change, so can you like get out of the bathroom for a quick minute?" you say casually. trying not to laugh when your girlfriend nods in slight confusion before walking over to the door. she almost leaves but stops herself and turns back to face you.

"wait.. why do i have to leave? siempre te cambias de ropa delante de mí," she blinks at you in her confusion. crossing her arms across her chest as she comes closer to you.

"i just feel like having some privacy right now. i won't take too long, maybe seven minutes at the most," you shrug. trying to play off the situation. mapi nods but there is a frown on her lips.

"okay but baby, it's not like i'm staring at you. i'm trying to get ready too. we are both doing our own thing and who's going to zip up your dress? who's going to hold your hair out of the way?" her frown grows as she continues, "do you still love me? what did i do?"

you laugh, pulling her arms away from her chest so that you can hold her hands.

"of course i still love you and no you didn't do anything. i just want some privacy, i'll just change in our bedroom, okay?" you explain. you fight off more of your laughter as she looks at you like you're crazy.

mapi is quick to say, "siempre respeto tus deseos.. but princesa, i don't get it. i have seen every inch of you, what is there to hide? ¿te sientes inseguro? you know i think you're beautiful."

she's being so adorable that you almost feel bad about pranking her. however you do end up cutting the prank off here, the obvious confusion on her face was too much for you to handle.

"awe, you're too sweet. i'm sorry, it was a prank," you let go of her hands to go grab your phone. stopping the recording before setting your phone down on the counter.

"a prank?" she laughs, moving to pull you back close. "you're mean.." she pouts before kissing you. it takes you a minute to respond but you kiss you back even though you will have to redo your lipstick afterwards.

it's okay, it's worth it.

author notes: this didn't turn out as bad as i thought 😣 still not as high quality as i want it to be but we ball. hopefully y'all liked it 💖

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