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leahswife · 11 days

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falling (for you)

Ona Batlle x Reader

Summary: despite your precision on the pitch, you are somehow the clumsiest person ever when you are off it. your girlfriend doesn’t really mind though.

Words: 1539

Notes: kicking off the woso x reader fics with my fav obvs xx (and still pretending she didn’t leave utd)

Requested!!!

You stare at the shattered bowl in shock.

You hadn’t meant to drop it, and really it’s all the stupid rug’s fault for catching your toes and sliding on the hardwood floor. The pool of soup drowning the smashed ceramic makes you gulp, wondering what your girlfriend will say when she sees the mess you have created.

Bending down to inspect the damage properly, you lean towards the vegetable chunks swimming in what was supposed to be your lunch. The rug is ruined, that’s for sure. And, despite your athleticism, your legs creak at the position and you begin to wobble. Heading straight into the—

“Uh oh.” The only other person in this apartment has found you at the right time, pulling on your t-shirt to keep you from face-planting into the dangerous soup/bowl combination. “What happened?”

Ona laughs softly as you startle, gripping onto you harder as you almost lose your balance again. You stand, deciding it’s safer to be upright. “I dropped my soup. The rug was in the way.”

“Mi amor, most people can walk on the rug without creating abstract art all over it.” You tilt your head, hoping the splodge of brown liquid might actually complement the design. “I will help you clean.”

“I’m sorry,” you start, familiar with these words by now. However, your girlfriend, with her beautifully forgiving nature, places a finger to your lips, shushing you from rambling another hurried apology about wrecking some part of your shared home. Yesterday, it was walking into a shut door while carrying her. The day before, it was knocking the chess pieces off the board when you reached for your drink.

Ona’s love for you only grows with each clumsy mishap, though she has to frequently defend herself against Tooney’s teasing for that fact because of it. She wouldn’t change you for the world, even if you are more accident-prone than Alessia, who is infamous for that exact aspect of her personality.

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“Your girlfriend is scary,” Leila mutters in Spanish to her friend as Manchester City crowd the Reds’ box, fighting for a goal in today’s derby. Ona glances at you, momentarily distracted from her mission to not concede. You have your hand pressed firmly against the back of a City player, your slight nudges bordering on punishable shoving.

Leila, though not usually needing to meet you on the pitch, has been tackled by you a fair bit this game. It’s no secret that you are a fierce defender. Your slide tackles are clean cut like the sharp edges of knives Ona would never let you hold, and your challenges are strong and determined and… the opposite of the lumbering person you are without a ball at your feet.

Once more, Ona is baffled by this phenomenon as you clear the ball to the feet of Russo, who sets off on the counter attack with a vicious pace. Having been instructed to press high this match, you take advantage of your slightly advanced knowledge of where the ball is, and chase after the forward, shouting at her to pass when there is a clear space for you on the left wing.

Less looks up and feigns right, the defender in front of her lunging in the same direction. Well into the eighteen yard box, she can see the goal ahead. Your continued call for the ball makes her believe you’re unmarked and in a better position to shoot. She knows you played up front in your old club.

What she doesn’t see is Leila, who you can’t seem to shake this game, stuck to your side, ready to poke her foot into the pinging pass you have just been sent. It’s a guaranteed interception.

Or is it?

Because you pull the ball back from her reach skilfully, and it sticks to your feet as you dribble towards an even better angle to kick the ball into the back of the net. In fact, Leila audibly gasps as you nutmeg her, your shoulder holding a strong foundation against the other defenders trying to get the ball off you. It must be, what? Three to one? And you’re winning.

You beat the confused goalkeeper, who has had to come out further than she’d hoped to help her defenders as they fail to do their jobs, and it’s an easy shot to help the ball find home in the other team’s goal. Half of the crowd erupts into elated cheers. The others sit back, shocked.

Your team, who had pulled out of the box to allow you the space to dribble, surge towards you as you watch the net ripple — white against the sea of red behind it. They shout in your ear, patting your back, squashing you with hugs as you catapult Manchester United into the lead. Only Ona catches your subtle trip as your studs catch the turf cumbersomely when you are walking back to your position for the game to restart. She can’t help the smile on her face from growing three sizes.

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The POM award in one hand, and Ona’s in the other, you giddily skip to the changing room after the match, recounting each minute as though the defender hadn’t played alongside you.

“It felt so good to score again!” you squeal with excitement, still running off the adrenaline from your goal. “Like, obviously defence is gratifying in its own way, and I’m happy to play there because it clicks better with the team, but, Ona, scoring? Scoring gets the crowd to go mental. And at one of the most important games! You should have seen me, babe. I was on some next-level Brazilian fire.”

“I did see you,” Ona replies, tugging you closer so she can wrap her arm around your shoulders. Your boots clack against the hard floor in the tunnel, but the satisfying sound is drowned out as you continue to ramble.

Until you slip, your studs gliding across a shiny patch on the floor.

Ona jumps in surprise, but she manages to grab ahold of you to keep you upright.

You laugh it off together, though Ona is aware of the blush dusting your cheeks and does you a favour by asking the social media manager not to post the video she (un)fortunately took of the whole situation on the team Instagram.

As you make your way into the changing room, Ona turns to the giggling woman, holding in her own grin. “Can you send that to me?” she asks with a wink. “For the memories.”

“Definitely,” she replies.

…

Ona falls deeper in love with you when she receives it later that night, watching the video and chuckling quietly to herself as you sleep nestled into her side.

“I’m a beast,” you murmur, lips pressed into her neck. Your hot breath against her skin causes her stomach to flutter, and she shifts, offended that you have let her believe you were asleep the whole time. She’s been rewatching the video over and over for the past five minutes.

“You are clumsy.” You sit up, though the swiftness of your movement is ruined as your hand catches in a folded part of the duvet, getting stuck as you attempt to implement a distance between yourself and your girlfriend. “See.”

Her arms fold over her chest as you formulate a response that isn’t flipping her off and scrambling back on top of her.

“I’m a beast in the sheets and clumsy on the streets?” you try, but she only raises her eyebrows.

“You fell off the bed the last time we—”

“Pitch doesn’t rhyme with streets!” you interrupt, trying to defend yourself. “And, if I remember correctly, you were more than happy to continue on the floor. So who’s falling now?”

Your Spanish girlfriend looks at you, puzzled. Lost in translation.

“The girls keep saying that I’m falling for you.” Her eyebrows remain knitted together in confusion. “Baby, as in ‘falling in love’. Estoy enamorada de ti.”

“Que mona,” she giggles, squishing your cheeks together. “Your pronunciation is improving. Finally.” Your cheeks burn red, though Ona cannot see that in the darkness of your bedroom.

“My teacher works slowly because she likes it a little too much when I start speaking Spanish to her,” you tease. “I’ve had to get Lucia to help me out. Te quiero mucho, Onita. See!”

“Perfecto,” she replies with a smile, happy to take whatever allusion to a Spanish accent you can produce. But you’re not silly. Her eyes have squinted like they do when she is trying to suppress her laughter. “No, es la verdad, es la verdad,” she splutters as you hold her gaze, unimpressed.

“You liar,” you grumble, reaching over to prod her in the stomach with your index finger.

It isn’t a surprise when you misjudge the space you have on the bed, hitting the ground with a thud. Ona doesn’t try to keep quiet about how funny she finds that, but she pulls you up despite her shoulders shaking from her guffaws.

“Estoy enamorada de ti también,” she gets out between her gasps for breath, kissing away your frown as you try to come back from the embarrassment. “And I love how you fall in love with me.”

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leahswife · 12 days

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lord have mercy…

the rings, the fit, the sunglasses, those arms, wow just wow.

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leahswife · 12 days

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centre of attention // a.bonmatí x reader

a.bonmatí x reader

based on this request! wanted to get something out for you guys so voila. not proofread as per usual

despite being named as one of the greatest of your generation, you were incredibly humble. you always credited others before yourself, always mentioning the person who gave the assist whenever asked about a goal you scored in post match interviews.

most people assumed it was because of how genuinely nice of a person you were and how much you adored your teammates, which was true, but really it was because you absolutely loathed being the centre of attention and this fact was known by your club and country teammates—who made it their mission to tease you about it to no end.

your girlfriend however never took part in it so you were thankful that you had at least one person on your side. of course she poked a little bit of fun at your shyness but aitana knew when to stop.

so when you walked up to take a corner during a game, booted it with all your might and accidentally curled it straight into the top corner securing your hattrick, you wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow you up.

but that couldn’t happen so you plastered a smile onto your face and approached your celebrating teammates. their grins almost made you scowl and you took their congratulatory comments in jest, knowing that they were holding back until after the game.

“buen trabajo.” aitana whispered to you and the smile that grew on your face was a genuine one.

“gracias, my love.”

barcelona won the game and since you were subbed off not long after the corner, you were wrapped up in a big puffer jacket as you made your way back onto the pitch. you headed straight for your girlfriend, throwing your arms around her.

“here she is!” lucy shouted before her arms were around your waist and she lifted you up. “little miss hattrick!”

“oh my god! lucia roberta, put me down now!” you hissed loudly, your face growing warmer with every laughing teammate you passed.

as soon as your feet touched the ground again, you shot straight over to aitana, tucking yourself into her side whilst glaring at lucy.

“i think you are wanted over there cariño.” aitana pointed over her shoulder and you groaned.

“oh, aita, no! don’t make me go over there.”

your girlfriend giggled before gently pushing you in the direction of the interviewer. you greeted her politely and took the outstretched microphone.

“what a game that was!” she said and you nodded in agreement. “barcelona have been unstoppable this season, it’s incredible.”

“i know. the girls have been amazing, it’s such an honour to play alongside them all. we’re having so much at the moment with each other and with the fans and we can’t wait to get more results like this for them.”

“before we do anything else, we have to talk about the hattrick, right? we have to.”

you felt your face heat up and smiled shyly. “i don’t think we have to–“

“of course we do!” the interviewer laughed as you scrunched up your nose. “oh we have another guest!”

you made a noise of confusion before looking over your shoulder, beaming at an approaching aitana. she smiled and stood next to you, holding something out.

“for you,” she said and you furrowed your eyebrows, looking down at her hands. “player of the match!”

you rolled your eyes fondly but took it from her hands, feeling the heat on your face worsen. the far sound of your teammates cheering had you hiding in the collar of your coat and the interviewer was laughing again. “well deserved if you ask me.”

“exactly,” aitana agreed, throwing her arm over your shoulder. “nobody else scored a hattrick, did they? and did you see that last goal? asombrosa, tan asombrosa.”

you didn’t think it was possible for your face to get any hotter than it already was as aitana praised you. taking a peek, you scowled as she grinned at you.

“and she had two assists,” your girlfriend continued and you silently prayed for the ground to swallow you up. “two assists, three goals, and she was all over the pitch. we can talk about that corner goal again if you want.”

you shook your head frantically as aitana laughed, feeling utterly grateful when the interviewer spoke up again. “well it was lovely to speak with you ladies. congratulations on a great win and we’ll let you celebrate now.”

“gracias, gracias,” you spluttered out, waving quickly before shooting out of the cameras view. aitana was quick to follow after saying her own goodbye and you were quick to shove her away. “i should kill you with this aita!”

“but you won’t amor.”

“i should,” you muttered, glaring at her halfheartedly. “but you’re right. i won’t.”

aitana smiled and wrapped her arm around you again, pulling you into her side. “you know you are really cute when you are shy.”

“cállate or i really will kill you with this.”

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leahswife · 12 days

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aitana looking pretty bf

#aitana bonmati #woso #woso community #barca femeni #barça femeni

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leahswife · 13 days

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omg the new video that barça posted was so wholesome 🥹 i too need alexia to smile at me encouragingly when i get nervous ✌️

#barca femeni #barça femeni #fcb femeni #alexia putellas #woso community #woso

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leahswife · 13 days

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Nightly Talks

Alexia’s has a hard time falling asleep. You do everything you can but in the end taking your shirt off works.

Once again the summary sucks because this is not smut, it’s fluff��

I’m so sorry for how long it took me to upload this, I was at university all day fighting for my life

warnings: non sexual nudity

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You exhaled slowly, slightly annoyed at how Alexia had been kicking and poking you on accident the whole night already.

“Alexia, baby I love you but if you kick me one more time I’m gonna tie you down onto the bed.”

You heard her chuckle before she was suddenly on top of you, her hair tickling your face with how she close she got.

“That a promise, mi amor?”

You laughed, always amused by your girlfriend’s constant teasing and innuendos, that woman was incredibly horny.

“Usually I’m the one doing the tying, no?”

Her voice was close to your ear, and it sent a shudder through you. Normally you’d definitely use this chance to have sex but you knew how tired your girlfriend was after a long game day and she had training again tomorrow so you pressed a very soft kiss against her lips before sliding a hand underneath her top, trying to soothe her slight distress that she just couldn’t fall asleep.

“Something on your mind baby?”

She sighed and let herself slowly sink down on top of your body, a content exhale escaping her when you wrapped your arms around her tightly.

“Not really, I’m just so tired but I still can’t fall asleep.”

You hummed, brushing through her blonde hair, something that always calmed her down. It didn’t really help today and when Alexia adjusted her position for the tenth time you sighed and gently pushed her off.

The sight of the usually so serious Catalan actually pouting in the dim light of the room because you got up made you grin, forever being obsessed with how your girlfriend was completely enamoured with you. “I’ll just make you a tea, I’ll be right back, yeah?”

You turned and went down to the kitchen, shaking your head with a smile when Alexia followed you immediately. When she wrapped her arms around you while you set up the kettle you pressed a light kiss to her arms, making her slightly tighten her grip. Your comment of ‘so clingy’ earned you a very light pinch to the stomach and a soft kiss on your hair to make up for it.

With the tea done and congested by Alexia, you were sure that she was now going to fall asleep, strong chamomile tea usually always making her at least a bit drowsy.

You were corrected in that assumption when after half an hour she still waltzed herself in bed, keeping you awake as well in the process. With a huff you sat up, Alexia wincing at the sound and getting ready to apologise for keeping you from sleep as well.

She didn’t get the chance to when you spoke up:

“Take your shirt off.”

For a moment caught off guard she paused before she chuckled and then complied, her voice slightly muffled as she dragged her t shirt over her head. “If you wanted to have sex with me you could have just said so, amor.”

You lightly hit her shoulder, though couldn’t suppress a grin at her words. She was about to say something else but the words died on her tongue as soon as she took you in, having slid off your shirt as well, leaving yourself half naked just like your girlfriend.

Her eyes were fixed on your chest. Even though she had a special love for your ass, she was always extremely appreciative of getting to see your boobs, just like right now. You couldn’t even tease her for it, knowing that you were not in the slightest better than her. Right now though you were on a mission though so ogling her had to wait until morning.

“Shorts off too.”

Alexia raised one eyebrow, maybe at you asking her to take all of her clothes off, maybe at how you were giving her commands - something she very rarely tolerated. The tiredness made her comply without hesitating though and now she was only left in her underwear, swallowing hard when you did the same, now both of you almost naked.

She didn’t get the chance to question it because you softly pushed her backwards, back flat on the bed and settled yourself into her arms. As soon as you snuggled in there, just like you always did, Alexia realised what you had been getting at.

Your soft skin directly against hers was incredibly nice, the mixture of your body lotion, shampoo and that distinctive smell of just you being so familiar and comforting that she could feel herself finally getting a bit calmer.

She remembered distinctively how you had once read her an article on how skin to skin contact is also beneficial for adults, not just babies, since it makes your body release oxytocin which is good for trust, love and emotional connection and relaxes you.

Back then she had just smiled, using the chance to slide her hands underneath your shirt eliciting a laugh out of you.

Now though, she definitely agreed that this was very relaxing.

Your soft breath against her neck made her instinctively match your breathing pattern and she soon felt herself getting drowsy, finally falling asleep with her absolute favourite person in her arms.

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leahswife · 13 days

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YO SOY UNA COSA NUEVA TRY ME choose me pick me 🥲

Buenos días ☀️

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leahswife · 14 days

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ahhhhhh so many fics to read so many fics to write and so little time 😮‍💨

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leahswife · 16 days

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AHHH so worth the wait 🥰 best friends crushing on each other never fails to be adorable

omggg for aitana she's such a cutie, could you do one where reader and aitana are bffs and like dared to kiss at team bonding or bc of any other reason idk ahshs (aitana isn't sure abt her sexuality) and then after that aitana tries to find excuses to keep kissing reader. thank youuu love ur writing!!

Dares and Kisses

BIGGEST thank you to @leahswife for not only the request but also for literally carrying me through it with her ideas on how to continue it when I got lost halfway through 💓💓

i should be burned at the stick for how long it took me to write this, i apologise 🙏🏻

pure fluff :)

Aitana’s hands were shaky as she tried to ignore the chants of everyone else to finally kiss you. What was supposed to be a relaxing team night had just turned into something entirely else as Mapi had insisted that they needed to play truth or dare.

She should have known not to pick dare, seeing the mischievous glint in Mapi’s eyes when she had called up Aitana. But she still painfully remembered the last time where she had picked truth and Pina had asked her for her crush. She had tried to lie and say she didn’t have one - the dark blush on her cheeks causing nobody to believe her and since then she wouldn’t hear the end of it.

Lying had never been her strong suit so she had gone with dare this time - unknowingly walking right into the trap of Mapi and Cata who were very certain that you were her crush.

You two were best friends but suspiciously close, even for Spanish best friends. Aitana had denied again and again that there was anything going on between the two of you but the others didn’t believe her. So, obviously not able to stay out of it, Mapi immediately dared her to kiss you - at least for 5 seconds. You had rolled your eyes at the chants but you didn’t look put off and when Aitana reached out for you to tug you closer to her, you willingly went. So, knowing that a refusal would make everyone even more suspicious - or worse: hurt your feelings - which she really couldn’t live with, she decided to just go through with it.

The chanting from the others drowned out when she got closer to your face, trying to keep her breathing even as she pressed her lips to yours. For a moment the only thing she could notice was the warmth of your lips and how impossibly soft they felt. When she deepened the kiss and pressed closer to you it got even better, the soft gasp from you tempting her to slide her tongue into your mouth.

Though she was stopped by the loud whistle from someone, probably Lucy, before she got that far, pulling away from you with flushed cheeks.

Aitana had thought about maybe being into women quite a few times, taking quizzes about her sexuality only to be unable to answer the main question of every single one of these: ‘Have you ever been romantically interested in a woman?’

She would always be uncertain what her actual completely honest response was. Sure, her eyes would linger a bit too long on you when you would change after a shower in training. And yes, maybe she looked over to you first after she had made a joke to see if you found it funny. She couldn’t deny that her heart did something weird every time you smiled at her, your true bright smile, that she wanted to see as often as possible.

But this was all just because she was very fond of you, right? And of course she was, you had become her closest friend when you had transferred to Barcelona a year ago, you two spending almost every single day together. Obviously she would enjoy your presence and like seeing you happy - that’s what a good best friend does.

Her frantic thoughts got interrupted by the protests of Mapi, insisting that this hadn’t been a five seconds kiss. If Aitana was honest, the reason she immediately gave in and reached out to tug you into another kiss was definitely not because she was so intent on proving that she wouldn’t back down from a dare - she literally couldn’t care less right now whether Mapi thought that the kiss had only been 3 and a half seconds or not.

It was the prospect of kissing you again which was just too tempting and so she only checked your face for a second, looking if you had any protests before pressing her lips to yours again. This time was even better, Aitana being a bit bolder and wasting no time to pull you more against her - though she was still holding back as to not overwhelm you. After all you two were just friends, right?

She didn’t even count the seconds, just fully letting herself enjoy the kiss as her hands tangled a bit in your hair, trying her best to seem unbothered when she finally pulled away, missing the knowing look Keira and Lucy gave each other at the very obvious way Aitana had enjoyed that kiss.

You weren’t unaffected either, cheeks flushed and your scalp still tingling from where Aitana had buried her hand in it. You hadn’t expected her to be so bold about it, having thought that she’d just give you a quick peck - definitely not that she’d even kiss you a second time.

Both of you avoided each others gazes for the rest of the game but you did stay next to each other for the remainder of the night and when it was time to watch movies Aitana pulled you into her side like she always did. Only so you’d be more comfortable of course, no other reason.

She was relieved when you didn’t seem any different than usual towards her, laying your head on her shoulder and sharing the blanket with her. For a moment she had been scared that the second kiss might have been too much but you seemed undeterred - unknowingly to her, both of your guys thoughts were circling around it.

Aitana internally knew she was fucked when she couldn’t fall asleep that night in her bed, continuing to try her best to reimagine the feeling of your lips on hers. She wasn’t able to stop herself from hoping that another chance would present itself to kiss you again - trying to halt that thought as quickly as she could. She wasn’t into her best friend, she couldn’t be. You wouldn’t want her anyway. She wasn’t even sure if you were straight or not, having not seen you in a relationship at all since you two had met - and neither had she been. The realisation that nobody else had been interesting enough for her to date after she had met you was enough for her to be unable to sleep the entire night, tossing and turning as she tried to make sense of this new feeling and the impending doom that she might have fallen for her own best friend.

You noticed the next few days that something had changed after the kiss, as much as you had not wanted it to. Though it wasn’t really a bad thing because instead of pulling away and being weirded out like you had halfway feared would happen - you instead were met with an even clingier Aitana than usual. The girls love language had always been physical touch, her hand casually reaching for yours, hugging people left and right - especially you - and sitting so close that your legs were touching at all times.

Now, she was basically glued to your side, the big brown eyes you had come to love so much seemed to be on you the entire day now as Aitana watched your every move on the pitch in awe. You were a good player, she knew that. But the fascination for you that she had always attributed to you simply being very talented, was now slowly showing to be an actual interest in you. The way the sun would hit your face as you laughed and tried to defend the ball from Mapi who kept making various attempts to to take it from you or how your eyes met hers, you almost seemingly getting shy for a moment and she could swear there was a faint blush on your cheeks. It was adorable to see.

Though the majority of her attention was now focused on your lips whenever you were close enough. She couldn’t stop thinking about how she had kissed you just a few days ago, finding herself wanting to do it again and trying to remember the exact feeling of your soft lips on hers or the feeling of her hands in your silky hair.

The issue was that she couldn’t come up with a solid excuse to get a chance to kiss you again. The closest she could get was giving you an excited kiss to your cheek when you scored during the little mini game you often played at the end of training. She didn’t see that the action made you blush, the physical closeness to Aitana wasn’t anything new but her hands grabbing your face to keep it in place for the cheek kiss sent a short reminder through you what her hands had felt like buried in your hair for a real kiss from her. Thankfully the brunette was distracted by Mapi and Pina immediately whistling from behind, Mapi going as far as yelling at you two to just get married. You ignored it but could feel the heat on your face get worse while Aitana grabbed the ball and send it flying back towards the both of them.

For your teammates it was obvious that you both liked it each other - for the two of you not so much. As badly as Aitana had wanted to kiss you, she couldn’t just reveal all her feelings that she was still kind of in denial about and risk her friendship with you over this. Therefore she stayed silent, pining over you from afar and as close as she could get.

The next chance to kiss you thankfully presented itself on New Year’s eve just about two weeks later. It wasn’t the best excuse but when Aitana showed up next to you when the clock was almost showing midnight and asked if you’d be fine with a new year’s kiss you were quick to agree. She thought it was simply because you were just relaxed from the bit of alcohol and also because you two were close anyway - what was one more kiss. She didn’t realise that you’d been longing for another chance to kiss her as well, the looks you threw her when you thought no one was looking were obvious to everyone but the two of you.

When the countdown started you could feel Aitana slip her hand around your back, the dress that was clinging to your curves was thin enough that you could feel her body warmth as she stepped closer. You couldn’t help but lean into her, the small smile on her face as you looked over was enough to send your heart into a frenzy again - or maybe it was how she slowly got closer to you, her free hand moving up and tilting your head more towards her. Neither of you even heard the cheers as it struck midnight, the music from the party and the general darkness hiding what you two were doing in plain sight as Aitana closed the last few centimetres and pressed her lips against yours.

A new year’s kiss was usually supposed to be quite short, maybe just a peck even - at least if you’re not a couple. And you and Aitana most certainly aren’t. Still, she couldn’t help but use the chance to indulge herself a bit, not resisting the urge to pull you closer to her. When you practically melted against her chest she could swear she also heard a small moan as she let her tongue dart out a bit to touch your lips.

If Mapi hadn’t suddenly stumbled into the both of you, Aitana would have definitely used her chance to do some other things to you, intrigued by the little soft gasp she had heard and felt before she separated from you. You were incredibly grateful for Ingrid who was quick to pull you into her arms to celebrate as you tried to calm your absolutely racing heart down again.

Neither of you spoke about the kiss again, though you were both constantly thinking about it. Apart from the kiss the night was also burned into your brain because of the dress Aitana had been wearing, the sleeveless look making the hours she spent in the gym every single day apparent and it had sent your mind reeling. You had long given up on trying to tell yourself that this was just a harmless little crush on a friend, knowing that you had most definitely fallen hard and deep for your best friend - not aware that Aitana had realised the exact same thing about you.

Only three days after this was another team bonding night at Paños house - the one you had also spent your New Years celebration at. You were a bit too early - especially since most of the Spanish girls were fashionably late as per usual, so you helped a bit with the last preparations before going to wash your hands for a moment in the bathroom. A look in the mirror sent your mind back to the party a few days ago, where you had stumbled in here after a few too many drinks, your lips still tingling at the sheer memory of Aitana’s kiss earlier.

The door bell ringing pulled you out of your thoughts as you went and opened, trying your hardest not to immediately blush at the sight of the girl you had just been thinking about. It was difficult not to, Aitana’s hair was open and her typical bright smile on her face as she gave you a hug - one that lasted quite a bit longer than necessary. You were just about to lead her to the living room to tell Paños who had arrived when she abruptly stopped in the middle of the doorstep, a shy smile on her face.

You didn’t get it at first, confused on why she looked so bashful - until she gently titled your head up.

There was still one of the mistletoes hung up.

It had been a joke for New Years - though you had certainly ensured not to step under it with anyone until everybody in the room was too busy to insist for a kiss. The only person you had sometimes secretly wished for to catch you underneath was standing right in front of you now, a slight blush coating her cheeks as she tried to gauge your reaction. Unbeknownst to you Aitana had specifically asked Paños to keep it up until the team dinner, incredibly thankful that the older woman simply sent her a smirk and hopefully not told anyone else about it - she wouldn’t survive the teasing from the team who all knew exactly who Aitana wanted to kiss so badly again.

Your cheeks reddening as well gave her enough confidence to reach out and grab your face though Aitana waited a second to confirm you didn’t mind before she pressed her lips to yours again. It was even better than the other two times, nobody around to watch for once and Aitana therefore quite bold as she gently pushed you back against the doorway, cradling your head with her hand so you wouldn’t knock it against the wood upon impact.

This was supposed to be an innocent little mistletoe kiss but Aitana had been literally thinking non stop about getting another chance of kissing you and therefore she was not holding back this time. You could feel her tongue swipe over your lower lip, easily allowing her access as you let your own hands wander almost shamelessly over Aitana’s chiseled body.

The sound of the doorbell ringing brought you two out of it again, the brunette in front of you pulling back with bright red cheeks as she smoothed over your hair which she had just messed up.

You could hear Paños footsteps coming closer from the other bathroom she had apparently been in, quickly trying to make yourself look insuspicious by slipping out from in between the doorway and Aitana’s body that had trapped you against it. Though before you could go to the front door to open it, she grabbed your hand.

“Would you, uhm” you wouldn’t have thought it possible but she was actually blushing even harder now, trying to keep looking at you as she fidgeted slightly under your curious gaze.

“Would you go out on a date with me maybe? Not as friends- I mean of course still as friends, you’re still my friend, my best friend even but maybe - only if you want of course, absolutely no pressure-“

You shut the rambling up by pressing your lips against hers for a second time that day, leaving Aitana with a slightly dazed but very happy smile on her face when you pulled away after a few seconds.

“I’d love to.”

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