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Focus II
Salma Paralluelo x Reader
focus I
summary~ You move on, she doesn’t. spoiler, you don’t really move on.
your new normal was everything but fulfilling. This pointlessness cycle of living was eating you alive.
Driving to training, kicking a ball for a few hours and eating with teammates that didn’t even trust you with the ball. You didn’t have a place in the starting line-up anymore and everyone ignored you. You were becoming invisible, a nobody.
Days were especially hard when you were free. You didn’t go outside and no one was contacting you. You felt loneliness on a whole new level. When you had broken up with Salma, there were still people around you but now you’d scared them off. They didn’t know what to do with you anymore.
Real Madrid has been your home for far too long, and somewhere you knew that. Deep down knew you needed an extreme change. But you held on to this ideal idea with a firm grip.
Real Madrid wasn’t your home anymore. It hasn’t been for a long time now. And the team made that clear when they sat you down.
“Look, we just think you need a different challenge, a fresh start.” Olga said, a warm smile on her lips. “It’ll be better for you.” Misa rubbed your back soothingly.
You rolled you eyes at that and scoffed. “It’ll be better for us all.” Misa corrected herself this time. You heard agreement across the room. Clearly they had wanted this for a while now.
You were already out of their lives in their heads, they just needed you completely gone. Out of sight out of mind.
So you moved, it wasn’t like you had a choice in this. Man City was running low on defenders and payed the biggest transfer fee. From your sunny Spain to the rainy Manchester weather.
Stepping out of that warm sticky plane you felt your warm sweat turning your heated body cold. Refreshing. You needed to see this new chapter as a new beginning, another chance.
When Salma heard you left Real she was puzzled. No way you would’ve left your dream club just like that, with no fight. And what she had expected was confirmed.
The striker heard Lucy and Ona talk about the transfer. “Why did she leave? She loved Real with her whole heart, that was her home.” Lucy asked.
Ona sighed, “We all know it wasn’t going her way there, she was stuck. I think she might’ve just left because there wasn’t anyone to keep her here anymore, in Spain.” she explained.
It was silent for a moment before Lucy spoke again. “She was head over heals for her, wasn’t she.”
“I know, she still is. I spoke to Olga earlier, she said that she just wasn’t functioning anymore. She had to leave Spain.” the Spaniard said quietly.
Salma wasn’t aware of this. Why would you break up with her if you still loved her?
She wanted to talk to you. Tell you that she had wanted to keep your relationship more private, out of the spotlights. That she wanted you just for herself. But then you cut her off, you told her it was over. That you were done.
The days in Manchester went by just the same. It was hard and tough. Atleast you knew your team back in Spain, you barely know anyone here.
Salma kept being on your mind, it was hard to forget her. How could anyone forget her. She had a sparkle you hadn’t seen in anyone before. She lit up any room when she walked in and brought out the best in you.
So instead of hurting and torturing yourself any more you focused. Your mind was set. Football was it. Manchester City had an amazing season and you were ready to destroy the Champions League. This was your year.
And you held yourself onto that. You got through the groupstages. Ajax, Wolfsburg and Juventus were all beaten.
The first leg of the Quarter-Finals away had ended up in a 1-2 for your team. And at home you won with 3-0 against Bayern.
This meant a Semi Final against the prize holders, FC Barcelona Femení.
And somehow Salma was still wondering through your mind. She was still there and you were giving up on forgetting her, so you ignored her. Every single sign of her.
Salma wasn’t though. She had you in her mind for the last few weeks. The striker wanted to know what was going on. Why did you leave her. What did you see. What did you think. She just wanted to know.
Salma knew you weren’t going to answer if she called, so she didn’t. She wanted you to see her, to hear her.
That’s how you found her, drenched infront of your doorstep. A cocky smirk finding it’s place on her face.
“Couldn’t you just move to a warmer country.” she laughed.
The smile you had on before you opened the door had dropped. “Or just don’t go to England.” you said, tone flat. When Salma didn’t respond you sighed and rolled your eyes. “Well, see you tomorrow i guess.” you told her before closing your door.
“-wait. Mi amor, wait.” Salma reacted.
“Don’t call me ‘mi amor’. I’m not your love, Ona is.” you said coldly.
Salma’s face fell. “Wait.. what- she isn’t.” Your eyebrows furrowed at that. “Ona isn’t my girlfriend. Where did you hear th- no..” your lovers face was puzzled, she was thinking. “Mi vida, is that why you broke this off. You thought i cheated on you?” she asked you with a broken voice.
“Salma, it was all over the news. You texted me, you wanted to break up.” you told her.
“Amor i didn’t want to break up. I just wanted you. I wanted to keep our relationship out of the spotlight, to keep it to ourselves. I just wanted you.” Her voice had completely broken down to a soft whisper. “I wanted you just to myself.” she stepped towards you.
“Salma, i- i don’t know.” you sighed.
“Please, i just want to see you.” Salma breathed.
You let her in. There wasn’t much you had to say to her. She said she didn’t cheat and you had to take her on her word.
Maybe it was the hope in you. Or the desperation. But you believed her. You wanted to believe her, so so badly.
And when the game came around the next day, Salma had already disappeared. The morning flew by and you were sat in the dressingroom. The music was playing through the room and there were players dancing, singing, braiding hair and drawing, whatever kept them cool.
You checked your shoes, like always. Put your hair in a bun, like normal. You walked through the tunnel, like you had done all of your games. You looked at your opponent, as usual. You were playing a game against Barcelona, against the best, against Salma, like you had done a million times.
The game was hard, honestly any game was at this level. But the feelings were your biggest concern. This didn’t end well last time.
You got your confidence back when you passed a ball to Casparij, who gave a deep one back. You made a run for goal and shot. The ball flew through the air, and even with the best efforts of Paños, it went in. In the corner of your eye you saw the ball crossing the white line.
Your teammates ran towards you and you were attacked from all sides. It was chaos and it was the most at home you’ve felt since you joined the blue club.
But the game wasn’t over, Barça wasn’t done.
Aitana made a dangerous tackle, passed to ball to Graham. Caroline was unstoppable, everyone knew it. When she dribbled past a City defender and made a cross it was over. The ball landed perfectly onto the right foot of Paralluelo and into Keating’s goal.
She celebrated like she had done many times before, but only on El Clásico’s. She kissed her wrist, for you.
“Nunca hemos terminado, mi vida.” Salma winked.
A/N my next fic will be domestic because i love little love families 🤭 who should i write for?
#woso fanfics#woso community#woso x reader#barca femeni#man city women#salma paralluelo x reader#salma paralluelo#ona batlle#barca women#barca femini x reader
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Focus pt2 is finallyyyyy done. Will be posting it in about an hour. My next fic will probably be a domestic one so send in requests <3
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A bit stuck on the next part of focus but it’ll come eventually. But while i’m still not functioning properly send in some ideas/prompts for the Hemp x Charles!R fic, could really use all of your brains 🧠 <3
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Salma doesn't cheat plz no cheating trope 😭
I kinda hate the cheating trope too, wouldn’t want r to get back with someone that cheated on them..
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Hi I’m not sure if you taking requests but I would love if you could maybe if do a Lauren hemp x reader and the reader is Niamh Charles sister and Hempo and reader get into an argument and Hempo feels bad and gets Niamh’s advice on how to fix it (p.s. completely fine if you don’t want but I love your stuff)
I’m so down for this. I love Hempo and Niamh and still haven’t written for either of them
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I really really REALLY need part 2 for focus like reader is on a downward spiral after the break up and can't seem to recover so her team holds an intervention for her. So after that she admits that its bad and transfers to play in another league.
Salma hears all this and guilts eats her up cause she still loves reader but dosen't know to tell ona that she regrets cheating with her
You can decide the ending but thats kinda how i imagine it a bit of angst on both sides
I’m definitely gonna write a part 2, either with Salma regretting cheating on R or that Salma didn’t cheat at all and it was all just a big misunderstanding. But i really like this plot for part 2
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Can we get a part 2 of ‘Focus’ with the reader atleast getting the last laugh? I feel bad for her 😭😭 why did Salma even break up with her, did she really cheat
So at first i wanted to write the fic like the media had just taken over their relationship and Salma didn’t cheat, it just looked like it. But i wanted some heartbreak and went for the other option. The request was angsty so i made it angsty, if you all really want it i could try to write a second part. If someone sends in a good follow up plot for a next part, i’m down for it.
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Focus
Salma Paralluelo x Ex!RealMadrid!Reader
focus II
summary~ Your break-up was messy but this El Clásico is even messier.
The last few days were absolute hell for you. Nothing went like you wanted it to. Your car had broken down in the middle of the road, training wasn’t going well and your defending was absolute shit last game, causing your team to share the points. You needed to regain your focus, and soon.
Your focus needed to be on the next game, the El Clásico.
The team has been preparing for it for weeks now, this was the biggest game of the season. Real Madrid against Barcelona, at home. You actually had a feeling that you could win this game. The gap between the teams in Liga F was closing and you were here to prove it.
All had gone well until it didn’t. Just weeks ago your girlfriend had broken up with you.
You hadn’t seen eachother in weeks so it surprised you when she sent you a serious text reading ‘we need to talk’. You had called her twice after reading the text but she didn’t answer.
Opening Instagram to take your mind of the whole situation you froze. Did you read that right..
Salma Paralluelo seen on a date with Spain and Barcelona teammate Ona Batlle
Paralluelo and Batlle were seen together on a date earlier this week. They seemed to get rather close with eachother when leaving the restaurant. Is Salma Paralluelo really cheating on her Real Madrid partner with her national and club teammate?
Fuck. She was cheating on you? With her own teammate and your friend. Is that why she wanted to speak to you?
You swallowed the lump in your throat but it didn’t seem to go down. The feeling of betrayal lingered in your stomach. Just yesterday she told you she loved you.
Not only did she cheat on you but she did it with one of your friends and in public. She fucking humiliated you for everyone to see.
But you didn’t cry.
Your head fell back to rest on the back of your couch. It’s the same couch Salma had. You’d unknowingly gotten the exact same when you moved into your apartment. When you were welcomed into the Barca player’s home you spotted the brown leather.
Salma saw you chuckle from her kitchen and had asked you what you were laughing about. You told her what was on your mind and she said that it was meant to be. You had the same taste, only so much time until you would pick out furniture together, for your shared home.
But apparently that didn’t matter, you weren’t meant to be.
The sun was going down and you still hadn’t eaten yet. But honestly, you weren’t feeling hungry anymore. The feeling of betrayal had taken over your hunger and the anger and sadness of it all had left a bitter taste on your tongue.
A headache was entering your mind and you sighed at the thumping feeling.
You picked your phone up and the screen lit up. Your lock screen left a red glow on your face, Salma in her red World Cup kit kissing her wrist with your name written on it. Opening your chat you texted her back. ‘Yeah i get it, we’re done.’
And you didn’t hear from her after that. There wasn’t much to say.
You had moved on you told yourself. You deleted the posts and stories on all socials media platforms of the two of you. You got rid of the photo’s and little gifts she got you and hid them in the back of your closet. You unfollowed her and even went as far as getting rid of the brown couch. You needed a clean slate.
In the days leading up to the game there was a lot of tension between the teams. The media was on all of you. The media hype around the game had intensified and you could all feel it. And the fact that you’ll be facing your now ex added another layer of tension.
The public was eating it up, two exes taking it on in the toughest game of the season.
You’d been doing a concerning high amount of interviews and press conferences. They weren’t all about the upcoming clash, some of the press had even gone so far to ask about your relationship with Salma. You’ve been ignoring those questions, bringing up how she was gonna be a difficult opponent to defend. Thank god for those media training days.
Walking into the stadium you felt good. The confidence was there and the effort had been put into the preparations. You were sure that the team was ready to take on the title holders.
This was the game where you could show the world that those mistakes from the game before didn’t matter and that that was just a bad game, you were better than that. You needed to play at the high standards of Real Madrid. But you also knew that this game wasn’t just about the rivalry between Barcelona and Real Madrid, it was more, it was about you and Salma.
As you waited in the dressing room your stomach turned at the thought of seeing her again. The sadness and confidence you had earlier faded and the anger and nervousness came coursing through your veins. God, how were you gonna do this.
The girls had already gone out to do their warming up and you were left in the bright room. A room that felt way too bright for the feelings that were taking over your body. Nostalgia was playing through your mind, the times that you had played against her team and were looking forward to it. How you’d joke with Salma and how she’d say that she’d kiss her wrist for you when she scored. You told her not to and had even gone so far as threatening her with no kisses if she did. And how much you longed for those stupid jokes now. The irony of it all made you laugh.
And now you needed to play a game and act as if nothing had happened, like she didn’t betray you. You had to look her and your friend in the eyes and pretend that what they did didn’t affect you.
You walk towards the tunnel, eyebrows furrowed, back straight and head held high. You could hear the noise the fans were making, the stadium was going wild for you.
You didn’t look to the left of you as you walked out. But you did have the decency in you to shake every single player’s hand. Giving Salma a hand you looked her in the eyes, she seemed unfazed. Her expression was cold.
As Salma gets ready to kick the game off your mind takes a complete twist. The whole façade of only focusing on the game falls and the memories of the two of you joking before El Clásico’s go through your mind, making it hard to focus on the game that’s about to start.
As the referee blows the whistle, you take a deep breath, trying to push aside whatever emotions you were feeling.
Salma gets the ball moving and it’s hell from that moment on.
Barcelona dominates your team in every possible way but your midfield and defence stay strong. And with counter attacks you even manage to get a few chances on goal.
Salma is making it hard for you, she’s making dangerous and unnecessary hard challenges. The whole team was prepared to play a defensive game and take their few chances out of the game to attack but it was much harder than anticipated.
As you dribble the ball, your mind goes to the times Salma had practiced with you. You thought about the tricks she played on you and her signature dribble with shot. But soon your mind drifted off to how she would laugh when she out-dribbled you and how she would kiss tour defeat better. ‘Don’t worry mi amor, you’ll get it next time’ she’d assure you. You thought about how she used support and love you. Today she wasn’t going to kiss it better.
And now, with every shot you take, it feels like you’re losing either way. Your focus is on a whole different situation and it’s making it hard to keep up with the fast pace of the game.
Olga and Raso see the difference in your performance, and they know what you’re thinking about. They’ve been trying to help you but it’s hard to help someone who doesn’t think they need help. It’s impossible to help someone who doesn’t want any help.
It's a hard sight to see, your love for the game changing into something that’s making you feel the complete opposite.
Somehow your team kept it even, something Barca wasn’t used to and they were getting frustrated because of it. It was the 85th minute and they still hadn’t scored.
In the final moments of the match, you are running high on emotions. Salma is dribbling towards you, the ball at her feet. She looks up and pauses. And just as you are about to make a slide tackle she makes a move to your left and you’re left on the ground, without a ball. She gets past you and in front of your goal. Face to face with your goalkeeper. She is a master at this game, she loves a little mind game, she loves tricking people. Even if it meant hurting them.
And despite your effort throughout the whole game, she scores. Barcelona’s stargirl scores them the winner and your anger and sadness was the cause of it. It clouded your focus and you made a crucial mistake.
But Salma wouldn’t feel all that. She would be the hero, she would be the one thrown into the air while you sank to the ground
And as the final whistle blew, you knew that that was it. Somewhere you hoped Salma would come to apologise and tell you how sorry she was, but she didn’t.
You knew that love could be so beautiful one moment but heartbreaking just seconds after.
You look up and you feel your heart shatter as you watch Salma celebrate with her teammates, knowing that your relationship is truly over. She walks over to Ona who hugs her tightly and she accepts it like it has never been different, that was her new normal.
A/N i know you all wanted a happy ending…
#salma paralluelo x reader#salma paralluelo#woso x reader#woso fanfics#woso community#engwnt#barca femeni#real madrid femenino#espwnt
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if you have an ending in mind or a plot twist send it in please :)
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Salma and her real Madrid gf breaking up cab you make it has angst especially from the recent match between rm and barca
Started on this request!! I don’t really know when i’ll finish it but it’s in the works
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I’m in the mood to write some angst, send in requests. I’ll write for most players but please send in some plots and not just players :)
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Wingteam
Grace Clinton x Reader
Summary~ You thought you could trust Beth with your secret crush… you thought wrong.
“No Beth, i don’t like her!” you groaned. Why did they always do this to you. Everyone had their suspicions about your crush on the young Spurs talent but they didn’t have to out you like that, in front of the girl herself. You looked away from Grace with red cheeks and gave Beth a warning look.
Beth’s been a sort of mom to you. You stayed at her house when you started playing for the blue and white club. You were just sixteen and your parent lived at least four hours away. Traveling to training every day just wasn’t realistic like that so Beth took you in.
It’s been three years since then and you’ve finally moved out. Beth still had a room ready for you when you wanted to stay over but you both knew it would be better for you if you got your own apartment.
Your captain’s always been noisy. When you lived with the player she was asking for all your latest school and relationship drama. Most times you gave in and told her the gossip but you held some information to yourself, like some of your crushes. But now that you don’t share an apartment anymore she got even more noisy, she felt like she didn’t get all the details of your life so she was digging deep for your secrets.
Beth had invited you over for dinner one evening in the hopes to get an update on your seemingly dead love life. As soon as she opened the door she was asking you the most out of pocket questions.
“So you’ve got a crush hm?” she grinned. Ofcourse she knew you had a crush on someone but you had to deny. “Don’t know what you’re talking about old lady.” you shrugged her off, walking into the living room. Beth rolled her eyes at your nickname but didn’t give up.
“I know you’ve got one, come on tell me. I’m basically your mom by now. You’ve got to tell me kid.” she argued. Beth was pulling the ‘i raised you card’ and you had to give in to her. “Whatever, yeah so what? You’ve had crushes too.” you drowned in her couch cushions.
“I knew it! Oh my god is it someone from the team?” you blushed at that, how did she fucking know. “No way! It is! Is it Celin? Wait no no, is it Lenna? Oh my god is it Clinton..” you looked down. Beth’s mouth fell open, “No fucking way.. your crush is Grace Clinton.” she gasped.
“Don’t fucking tell anyone Bethany England. You may act like my mom but you’re not mom enough to go around and tell everyone and their gran my secrets.” you sighed. Why did you even come over in the first place.
“You know me, i wouldn’t tell a soul!” she said, her hand moving to her heart offended. You looked at her with a raised eyebrow, “Yeah, right..”
And just like you expected she just couldn’t keep your secret to herself. In no time Martha knew and told Rebecca who told Rosella and she basically told the whole team. And now you had to deal with their teasing too.
After winning a big North London derby a few of the girls went out to celebrate, including the smiling girl you’ve had your eyes on. And just like always, after a few shots and drinks Celin demanded everyone had to play a game.
“Everyone! Truuuuuuth or dare now.” she yelled across the room. It was hard to not participate or to get out of it since Celin and Grace would literally force you to sit down and play along.
Most of your older teammates had already gone home to their partners, boring. So you sat down in between Charlie and Lenna who had joined you earlier. Grace and Celin sat across from you, together like always.
Sometimes that made you a little jealous but you knew Celin had a boyfriend and Grace probably didn’t like her like that. And Lenna told you Grace saw Celin as her bestfriend, they were like sisters.
When Celin had everyone sitting in a circle the fun could begin. She dared Rosella to down two shot at the same time.
Lenna got asked who she wouldn’t let her kid date and after a bit of poking for an answer she said Celin. Charlie had to tell everyone her worst sex story, and surely no one could top that.
When it was Beth’s turn to ask someone she chose you. She was out to get you and you knew it. “Hmm truth or dare, pipsqueak?” she asked. She knew you absolutely hated that name, she was just trying to embarrass you.
It didn’t matter what you would chose, none of the options would be in your favour. “I hate you, dare.” you murmured under your breath. “Sorry, didn’t hear you there. Speak up.” she grinned from ear to ear.
“I said dare” you repeated. You didn’t think her smile could get any bigger but it was taking up her whole face now. What was she gonna say…
“Hmmm.. what should i say…” your captain pretended to think. “I dare you to… play seven minutes in heaven with…” she was teasing you, you knew it. This fucking hag. Beth was really playing out a whole theatre performance. She was looking around the room, pointing with her fingers until her pointer stopped. Grace.
“I dare you to play seven minutes in heaven with Clinton.” she finished. You looked at your older teammate like she had just murdered your cat.
“You’ve already rejected your last truth so you can’t back out of this one.” your new Australian teammate reminded you.
You looked at Grace with pink cheeks. Grace gave you a shy smile and nodded, signalling she’d participate.
As you walked towards the nearest door you heard your football mom shout. “Have fun! But not too much!” did she really have to embarrass you so much in front of your crush..
Grace opened the door for you like a real gentlewoman. When she closed the door you looked at each other for a bit. You didn’t know what to say so you became red, your ears felt like they were on fire.
“Look, if you don’t want to do anything we can just talk for the next few minutes. All good.” the blonde spoke up. You looked up at Grace and knew that this was probably the best chance you would ever get. That and Beth would probably murder you if you didn’t make a move.
“I do not not want to kiss you.” you whispered softly but loud enough to reach the ears of the English girl. “Hmm, what’d you say. Didn’t really hear you?” she grinned.
Looking at her face you could see she had heard exactly what you had said. But how could you resist such a pretty face with those beautiful eyes and cute freckles. “We can kiss.” you spoke, this time louder.
Grace took that as her chance to take your face into her hands. Her thumb was tracing your bottom lip until you looked her in the eyes. “That’s all i needed to hear pretty girl.” she breathed.
Her pink lips finally touched yours. She was sweet just like you had imagined. She deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring your mouth. Grace was rough this time, biting your lip and exploring your body with her hands.
And when the two of your broke the kiss, completely out of breath she spoke again. “Fuck, how much i’ve been wanting to do that. Seeing you staring at me in training gets me so worked up and you just didn’t seem to make a fucking move. Had to do it all myself hmm.” she laughed.
“Beth’s done half the work. You’ve got such a big ego Clinton, give the granny some credit.” you rolled your eyes.
Still, you’d never admit that Beth has actually helped you with all her secret spilling.
graceclinton_x
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had to do everything myself to get this girl
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y/n_y/l/n you’ve got such a big ego 😒
↳ graceclinton_x you love it tho 🫶
↳ y/n_y/l/n no, i don’t.
↳ graceclinton_x no need to lie love, i know you do
lennagw finally!!!!!! done with this shit
↳ charli_grant me too couldn’t see that shit show for an extra day
↳ y/n_y/l/n grace wasn’t that bad..
↳ charli_grant … wasn’t talking about grace
celinbizet she’s stolen my bestie
↳ graceclinton_x don’t worry, you can be the third wheel :)
↳ celinbizet fuck you grace clinton
bethanyengland4 all thanks to me, yet again
↳ graceclinton_x i’ve done all the hard work, i’ll give you 50% creds max
A/N made the fic different than i wanted but yeah didn’t have much inspiration
#woso x reader#woso fanfics#woso community#engwnt#grace clinton#grace clinton x reader#bethany england#spurs women#tottenham women#charlie grant#celin bizet
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two ideas for the grace x reader fic to keep it fluffy it could just be a game of truth or dare and grace is dared to kiss the person she finds most attractive (maybe by alessia since they are close + most of the teammates know she has a crush on reader) and they both really like the kiss and spend the rest of the time together or
it could be hurt/comfort with grace choosing truth and it’s like “is it true you like someone in this room” and grace just says yes and all the girls start being dramatic and teasing but reader is like oblivious that it’s her and is jealous and starts being a little standoffish with grace assuming she likes another teammate but it’s all solved in the end! just some ideas that I thought of either way can’t wait to see what you write!
So there are a few ideas
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I’m currently writing the Grace Clinton fic that’s been requested, i don’t know what game to write like Truth or dare? or idk if that’s too basic.. help me out. If you’ve got more ideas for the fic or want something in it lmk
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Hi, just an info. A Roman 4 is written as IV not IIII :) (unless you're just writing lines as the part numbers idk lol)
omg yeah uhm didn’t really think of that i just put lines but now that you said it, i’ll just change it cus it’ll look beter so thank you
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Shadows are to protect IV
Victoria Pelova x Putellas!Reader
shadows are to protect I, II, III
summary~ You finally get your happy ending.
So you disappeared. You booked a flight to The Netherlands and didn’t tell anyone. You wanted to see the country Victoria talked about so much. The little cafes and restaurants she visited when she was there.
You built your own little world, a bubble where no one could hurt you and you couldn’t hurt anyone you cared about. You wouldn’t mind living here. Everyone did their own thing and there were dogs and parks everywhere.
De Oranje Leeuwinnen were playing a few days after you had arrived and you couldn’t let the chance of seeing Victoria play in front of her own people slip.
The stadium was absolutely packed. The orange shirts with the names of female players on them and red, white and blue flags on everyone’s cheeks. Even though Spain had won the World Cup there wasn’t this much attention for the Spanish team. It was something you were jealous of.
It’s been days since you disappeared, Alexia hasn’t texted or called you yet and you were grateful for that. She never knows what’s going through your head but if you don’t reach out in a situation like this, she knew she had to leave you be. She’d be there if you wanted to talk and you didn’t really desire that the past few days. But now you did.
In the hopes that she would pick up in the middle of the day you called. You sat in a little bakery somewhere in The Hague and it felt like the right time.
Three rings had gone by before you got someone on the other end of the phone. “Hola hermanita… Hola?” she said. “Ale, you got time?” you asked her. You heard her laugh, “Not really but you know i’ve always got time for my pequeña princesa.” you could imagine the big grin on her face. You groaned at the stupid nickname. She knew you hated it when she called you that.
“Whatever, i’m talking about like at least an hour. I’ve got a lot to tell you.” you said taking a sip from the overpriced latte. “Sí, i’ve got time for you.” she sighed.
She knew you probably had a lot to talk about. Alexia hadn’t really pushed you to talk about it because she knew you weren’t a great talker and if you really wanted to and if she needed to know, you would tell her.
And so you told her everything, about going to Arsenal and how it had been the first few weeks. How it wasn’t your home and how you felt so so lost there. You told her about Alessia, that she had your heart and she broke it just like that. That you didn’t really want to come out of bed the days after and that that was the reason why you visited her when you did. And about Victoria Pelova, the girl that has been nothing but good to you. Alexia laughed at that, she knew you’d get along, that’s why she told you to give the girl a chance.
“I’m in The Netherlands now Ale, i don’t know what to do now.” You sighed into your phone. “Joder hermanita, you already know what to do. I already know you got your ticket to the game. Dile que la amas.” Alexia always knew what to say. Sometimes it was nice to have a big sister that can tell you what to do. “And next time we play against England, just know i’ll get back at Russo.” she deadpanned. And a sister to protect you.
You had texted Victoria good luck before the game. ‘Hey Vicky, i just wanted to let you know i’ll be at your game today. Please listen to the voicemail i’ve left you a few days ago. Ik hou van jou, je kan het.’ you sent her.
Sitting on the third row you got a pretty good views of the game. It wasn’t a really important game or anything and the chance the orange team won was very high so you weren’t that nervous for the brunette.
In the 17th minute Brugts scored from the penalty area and not long after van de Donk scored too. The first half ended in 3-0.
As the players walked to the changing room you looked for Victoria. When you finally found her eyes, hers were already focused on you. Your lips formed an apologetic smile and you waved at her. She gave you a little smile before disappearing into the tunnel.
The second half went even smoother for the home side. Esmee Brugts got her hattrick and Damaris and Roord scored one each. It was the 88th minute when Kerstin Casparij made a dribble forward. She passed two midfielders and made a perfect cross. The white ball landed on Vic’s foot and she volleyed the ball into the corner of the net.
It was just an Euros qualifier but for you it was much more. You knew today was now or never. It was 8-0 but the crowd was just as loud as it was when the first goal was scored.
The game was over and you saw the team do their lap around the field. You loved how involved they were with their fans, especially the kids. Victoria was somewhere at the back, still signing a little girl’s Arsenal shirt when Damaris spotted you and ran towards your section.
You knew the player well. Damaris used to play for Spain but decided to move to the Dutch team and you got why. She was the first one to do something about the Spanish management and you admired her for it. Your ex-teammate climbed over the fences and when she finally got to you she was out of breath. She gave you a hug and greeted you. “Don’t tell Vic i know but she listened to your message before the game. She’s been sad all camp and doesn’t want to listen to anyone. Just wait at our hotel and i’ll get you in.” she told you before sprinting off again.
So now you were waiting on the orange bus full of players to arrive at some fancy hotel in Amsterdam. You looked like a stalker, dressed in all black with Victoria’s black hat and hoodie on.
After fifteen minutes of waiting the Dutch team finally arrived. All the girls walked past, well everyone except for Vic and Dama.
Damaris walked towards you with two bags in her hands, one with 21 on it and the other with number 17. Victoria walked behind her, confused as why she was carrying her bag inside until she saw you.
“Victoria, you better figure this out because i know you want her and she wants you, okay?” she told the girls strictly. The Arsenal player nodded silently and stood still in front of you.
“Did you hear the voicemail i left you?” you asked her. Her eyes weren’t focused on you but on the big neon letters of the hotel. The blue light was shining on her, making it look like she coloured her hair blue.
“Yeah. I got it, so tell me then, what happened?” her eyes traveled to your face. It was hard to read her at the moment.
“When i came into Arsenal i didn’t know anyone and i was scared and tired of being alone. Alessia helped me at that time until she didn’t need me anymore. One evening i found out she had a boyfriend all along. I was having a hard time after that and went to Alexia for a few days when you texted me.” you smiled at the thought of her text, she really did help you. “Alexia told me to give you a chance and i’m happy i did because you mean so much to me. I don’t think i would be playing football anymore if it wasn’t for you. And then Alessia didn’t like that, she kissed me that evening when you saw us but i told her that i didn’t want her. I swear. I only want you. Te amo, Vicky.” you pleaded.
You were still standing before her, you took your hat off and your right hand was in your pocket while your left was fidgeting with the strings of the black hoodie. “Say something, please.” you begged the brunette. Her silence was killing you.
“I’m sorry. I should’ve just let you explain but i didn’t. It’s just that when i heard Alessia talking to you and then kissing you..” Victoria sighed.
“I get it, you shouldn’t say sorry for that. Can we try again, i really want us to work out.” you smiled.
Victoria’s signature smirk appeared on her face and she leaned in for a kiss. “por supuesto cualquier cosa para ti” she grinned into your neck. “You’ve done your Duolingo sí?” you laughed at her.
“I did, just for you. And maybe just a little bit for when i meet your sister, got to make a good impression on La Reina hmm?” she teased.
A/N finally done!!! I don’t even know how this whole series was planned but this is it, happy ending and all
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I did send in a request for Celine Bizet don't know wether you got it
Yeah i got it, i have a few request but i will write it eventually though whether it’s this week or next week :)
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