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Agressions don't have color I agree, some attittudes if done by LeTissier/Turner and McCabe are seen normal while if being done by non-white players it's savage (reference to Colombia v Ireland friendly).
Lucía (ILY) played in Liga F alongside Mayra and thank god she apart of knowing her knows Spanish.
I'm from Catalunya and Mayra, despite being on numerous occasions, almost never suffered racial discrimination on ref calls here or was insulted (there's one occasion last year on the Cup and it was disgusting) so I'm really sad because it's clear she doesn't know English, it was a dream of her and of Chelsea to have her there, she's damn good and gets treated like this.
Some people think it's normal that more than average good players get beaten.
(If you don't agree please tell me also if it's not clear english is by far not my first language)
it's definitely a more prominent issue in the WSL more than anywhere else. the attitudes of white players is addressed so differently than POC. turner has literally posted the pic of LJ with her arm around her trying to get the ball back, which looks like she's going for a head lock (she wasn't), knowing LJ is getting absolutely abused for it online, and is even encouraging the comments. yet no one is addressing how she was refusing to let the ball go which is literally a yellow card. they both the card they deserved for the moment, yet only one is receiving abuse.
mayra is taking english lessons but it is such a complex language to learn as an addition to your first language so it's going to take time for her to not need help i assume, so i've very appreciative of LG. i'm very grateful it's my first language, i find spanish hard enough to learn, i can't imagine learning english. she deserves so much better and i feel so terrible that she's come to a dream club and is being treated so poorly by other players, who now know they can get away with doing anything against her and not getting any repurcussions.
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if you're a man united fan i'm apologising in advance but last night was absolutely fucking shit from them. i can't say chelsea was playing well, because we weren't, but fucking hell united you've got some dirty fucking players on your squad (not lucía garcía, they can never make me hate her). within the first few minutes zelem had pulled LJ around like she was trying to stop a child from running away. similar happened to guro not long after. we've should've been given 2 penalties, yet nothing. don't want to talk much on millie turner literally denying us the ball to get the game back and LJ trying to get it off her.
what i really want to talk about, once again the fucking attacks on mayra. this girl came from Liga F to chelsea because it's been a dream of her's for a long time. she's been really fucking excited, and she hasn't been anything but sweet. but she's tall and fast and basically a brick wall, but more importantly to the issue at hand, she's not fucking white. i've watched that girl get tripped, pushed, grabbed, tossed around by every team we've played against since she transferred to us. then maya fucking le tissier, who i thought was decent, fucking body checks her. and the ref doesn't even fucking call it. that was a blatant yellow card, MLT shouldn't have even been finishing the game with how she was playing, she should've been sent off with the red the amount of times she fouled mayra alone.
but it's not just players, its refs. white players get away with so fucking much. i just watched mayra get fucking bodied but there was nothing called. i watched mayra stay down on the ground for, idk, 5 minutes? while lucía garcía translated what the medics were saying. yet the player got nothing. but every time mayra even breathes in a players direction the opposing team gets a free kick. IT'S TIRING. everyone expects us to win because "oh they're chelsea obviously they should win" but no one actually wants us to. and it's beyond rivalry, it's genuine hatred that we succeed.
i can never talk much on this because i get too heated and people call me insane so i'm leaving it at that
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is it just me or did rowan look a little bit like Cortnee vine?
i see it😭😭
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spiders redemption arc was just 🧎🏻♀️ missy legit ate the whole season like legit, alsoooo Zoe.. don’t know how to feel bout her anywaysssss
i don't know how i feel about the fact they made him the way he is because he has such an extreme mum who had a dream about him getting arrested and now just treats him like the boy in that dream. i think the alcoholic mum made sense though, and was very realistically played out (personal experience).
i would do anything missy asked of me
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okay so i've actually had a look through requests from before i disappeared and some of them are quite nice ideas, so when i make an actual writing comeback i might pick some of those
sorry for being gone
hey guys i just want to come and be sort of explain why I just dropped off the face of the earth😭
first off, I'm so sorry I've been gone for so long, and with out any warning. I can't even remember the last time i posted. i was in the middle of writing the next Kyra story and things started just getting away from me.
as you know i had a class i had to retake over the summer, and i found out i failed it again by 6 points. my morale kind of started dropping then, because I thought I'd finally gotten past that class and would never have to do it again. it's always been so draining and to have to repeat again is not something I think I can handle. I've started counselling sessions with my uni to help me with that because my mental health has only gotten worse since starting uni last year. I've also looked into actually trying to get tested for ADHD or autism in hopes that it will help me understand why I struggle so much within a school structure; I've suspected I've had one or the other for a few years now, but getting it tested hasn't been on the table. I'm still not really sure it is
additionally to that, I thought I had a longer break between the summer class and the start of this year than I actually did, so I had to enrol last minute for my classes and I've been struggling to keep on top of all the content.
there's also just been a lot of family things happening.
my goal when I started this account was to produce a story once or twice a week, but clearly that is not a workload I can continue to meet. I knew it was a high expectation of myself already but there was a point where I had so much creative energy and momentum that I thought it was easy.
with that said, I will be finishing the Kyra x ND reader + one I've decided on myself, but there will not be a timeline set for that. I'm sorry about the Sincy fic, I was really looking forward to it when I accepted, but I think I need a blank slate. the reason I'll be finishing the Kyra one is because I've started it already and I want to be able to provide ND readers and opportunity to see themselves.
I think I may set more parameters for requests when I open them back up again. I might ask you to at least provide a genre or snippet/background of what you want to story to entail. idk we'll see.
thank you guys who have stuck around.
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so i've just remembered i have 4 assignments due within this next 7 days so, while i was planning to make my actual writer comeback this week, i fear that may no happen. this week just passed was literally supposed to be a break week for uni and i haven't stopped doing uni work so😭
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warning: heartbreak high season2 spoilers
i thought while i'm making my comeback i'll talk about a bunch of different shit like chelsea games and the way sharn freier is literally a star girl and now she's not my team's secret anymore.
BUT the 2nd season of Heartbreak High (if you are or aren't australian, please watch it. it's so good. it's on netflix) came out yesterday and i've already finished it and i have so many thoughts.
first off how the fuck did rowan manage to bag malakai and amery of all people. i'm sorry but this motherfucker rocks up in term 2, a new kid, dressed like dean winchester with the hair of sam winchester and 2 of the hottest people at Hartley, who were a couple mind you, fall in love with him. i have to congratulate the writers on actually understanding what a love triangle is though; instead of making it a love... line? also i took a complete stab in the dark about him hallucinating his brother not long into watching it and i was right :D
BI MALAKAI YOU WILL CATCH ME SOBBING IN THE CORNER I LOVE HIM SO MUCH
this may be hot take, but i can't stand the way darren can't take accountability for their actions. they absolutely came for quinni's throat when she expressed her feelings and told her that the world can't revolve around her and accommodate all her needs... the world can't always accommodate quinni... a queer, autistic woman... and then they don't even actually apologise for what they said to her? and then they seek out an old hook up to have sex when cash comes back from the last "mission" with chook. should cash have done it without telling them? no. was it the right thing to do? no. but going to hook up with someone WHEN YOU'RE STILL IN A RELATIONSHIP?? and then calling it drama?? fucking wild idk
i don't know how i feel about the spider redemption arc they tried to do, but fucking hell did voss piss me the fuck off. dude shut the fuck up, if you want to be taken seriously maybe don't wear a lycra body suit to work. i can't be mad about spider trying to be a better person but i don't like that they made him take a fucking huge jump back when missy said it wasn't going to work, or that the reason he was like that was because he had a hyper-feminist mum. she was horrendous trying to use missy to try and "fix him" and missy ate calling that artwork out for being fake. speaking of, missy is so strong minded, why the fuck did they make her fold for sasha's "people like him can't change" spiel, didn't even think, instantly agreed. sasha was so annoying
i kind of wish harper didn't drop the case, but i think it was something that took a lot of courage. the way woodsy taught her to drive and was so excited when she passed the test - tears were shed. i like harper and ant together i think? but i kind of wish they let it play out longer (this is me assuming there will be a third season)
uhh i can't think of much else, feel free to add.
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sorry for being gone
hey guys i just want to come and be sort of explain why I just dropped off the face of the earth😭
first off, I'm so sorry I've been gone for so long, and with out any warning. I can't even remember the last time i posted. i was in the middle of writing the next Kyra story and things started just getting away from me.
as you know i had a class i had to retake over the summer, and i found out i failed it again by 6 points. my morale kind of started dropping then, because I thought I'd finally gotten past that class and would never have to do it again. it's always been so draining and to have to repeat again is not something I think I can handle. I've started counselling sessions with my uni to help me with that because my mental health has only gotten worse since starting uni last year. I've also looked into actually trying to get tested for ADHD or autism in hopes that it will help me understand why I struggle so much within a school structure; I've suspected I've had one or the other for a few years now, but getting it tested hasn't been on the table. I'm still not really sure it is
additionally to that, I thought I had a longer break between the summer class and the start of this year than I actually did, so I had to enrol last minute for my classes and I've been struggling to keep on top of all the content.
there's also just been a lot of family things happening.
my goal when I started this account was to produce a story once or twice a week, but clearly that is not a workload I can continue to meet. I knew it was a high expectation of myself already but there was a point where I had so much creative energy and momentum that I thought it was easy.
with that said, I will be finishing the Kyra x ND reader + one I've decided on myself, but there will not be a timeline set for that. I'm sorry about the Sincy fic, I was really looking forward to it when I accepted, but I think I need a blank slate. the reason I'll be finishing the Kyra one is because I've started it already and I want to be able to provide ND readers and opportunity to see themselves.
I think I may set more parameters for requests when I open them back up again. I might ask you to at least provide a genre or snippet/background of what you want to story to entail. idk we'll see.
thank you guys who have stuck around.
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PARIS 2024 HERE WE COME THE MATILDAS ARE FUCKING MASSIVE 10-0, 13-0 ON AGGREGATE
MICHELLE HEYMAN COMBACK
AMY AND KATELYN FIRST INTERNATIONAL GOALS
RAAHH
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yeah jessie took a knock to the head in the first half of the first game. that’s why she wasn’t playing in the second half
I did see that but didn't expect the black eye😭
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in other news, did anyone else notice the absolute shiner Jessie has on her eye? i watched the canada/paraguay game yesterday and was so shocked
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i once again apologise for how long the next fic is taking me. i'm working on the kyra and ND reader so i want it to be good.
i'm using my experiences as someone who is 99.99999% sure they're autistic, as well as using my autistic friends experiences and someone things i've studied and researched on my own terms, so i hope i do it justice.
i'm trying to get back into the flow of writing for fun and not for anatomy and physiology notes so it's kind of clunky
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my requests are back open :D
i still have 2 more fics to go on my current list but i'd love ideas and requests to start making a new list, so if you have any DM me or send an ask :)
i know a lot of people were interested in sequels to some stories which i'm also open to!
for reference to people/teams i already know just look at my pinned post :)
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Media Day | Platonic!Aitana Bonmati x Reader
Words: 1.2k
Summary: everyone hates when you two get paired up on media day – please I know they didn’t score against Wolfsburg in the particular game mentioned, pretend they did
Requested by @onandkfk - i'm sorry this isn't as good as i was hoping it to be but i hope you like it!
Media days could be tough. Interviewers or challenges could be awkward and sometimes you just don’t click with the people around you. Obviously all of the team worked well with each other, but if there were bad vibes from the visitors it threatened to ruin everything.
That’s why you and Aitana paired up whenever you could. And people hated it.
The two of you were rather respectful, reserved in comparison to the general Barcelona Femení image. Well that was before you discovered how much you enjoyed each other’s company.
You joined Barcelona from Atletico Madrid in 2020 as somewhat of a ‘child prodigy’. It left a sour taste in many people’s (fans) mouths, leaving one of Barca’s biggest rivals of the time only to join the ‘enemy’. You were too nervous to put yourself out there in a team like Barcelona, not knowing many of them despite having just had your first national team, so the first week or so was rather lonely. When not training, your head was buried in a book with headphones perched over your ears, or homework resting on your lap.
Eventually Aitana extended a hand to you in training, taking you under her wing. Being 16 at the time, you became basically stitched to her side. Jona tried to separate you when he first became head coach, despite having been witnessing your sibling like relationship as assistant coach for months beforehand, but quickly found there was no use. You worked well with everyone, often spending time with Mapi and Alexia or Clàudia when Aitana had something else to do, but you always found your way back to her at the end of the day.
It was a similar situation on media days. Everyone got paired up or rotated between a few people, you and Aitana included, but you always managed to find a way to pair up or sit and watch each other for majority of the day.
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“Please don’t pair me up with them again Jona, please. Put Keira with them, it’s like a group of siblings when they’re together.” You let out a giggle as Patri begs to be switched out for the game.
“It’s just a little ‘who knows who better’ challenge, how bad can it be?” a hand lands sympathetically on her shoulder before he takes his leave for a press conference about tomorrow’s UWCL game against Benfica.
The midfielder takes a seat to the left of Aitana, and jokingly wipes her hands against her shorts.
“Estoy muy nervosa entre estas dos” (I’m very nervous between these two) she lets out a breathy laugh, looking down the lens of the camera as a silent plea of help as our voices muddle together in protest.
“¿Por qué? ¡Nosotras somos como ángeles Patri!” (Why? We are like angels Patri!)
“No hay razón para estar!” (there is no reason to be!)
“You will find a way to traumatise me I swear. But let’s get this over with!”
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“Hola culers! I am Patri.”
“I’m Y/N.”
“… and Aitana Bonmatí?” laughs break out from the whole crew, including you and Patri, as Aitana’s face twists in confusion toward you.
“Well I wasn’t going to say your name for you was I?”
“I thought you were saying both… let’s go again.” A chuckle slips out before you try to redo the intro.
“Hi! I am Patri Guijarro.”
“I’m Y/N L/N”
“And Aita-” she cuts herself off and begins to laugh again, falling against your side.
“Qué poco profesional, verdad?” (so unprofessional right?) you stare directly into the camera before looking for a joking confirmation from Patri and the camera crew, who all nod in agreement.
“Sí, stick to fútbol.” You pat her on the back before trying the introduction again. Four more times.
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“What was Y/N’s first start for Barcelona? And when?” you send Aitana a playful look as Patri reads the question off the card.
“You better know this Tana or we may have a problem. We had our first link up on the pitch during this game, it was a banger goal.”
“No I know. Of course I know.” She scribbles something down on the whiteboard.
“3, 2, 1. Times up, I hope you know the answer for your own sake Aitana.” Patri glances over at the older girl’s board and snickers.
“Ay she got it wrong heh? She has very poor memory.”
“I do not! Stop lying to everyone.”
“Okay okay Aitana what did you write?” shamefully, she flips her board around.
“Real Madrid, January 2021.” Your mouth falls open and your eyes bulge out of your head.
“Tana! My first start was against Wolfsburg in the UWCL semi-final in August 2020. You lobbed the ball from the mid-line and I headed it straight passed the goalie. I can’t believe you don’t remember that! Your age really is making you forget things.” A poor replication of a solemn expression is plastered on your face while Aitana tries defends herself.
“I have many of your achievements and milestones to remember hermanita! It is hard when you are such a successful player.” Despite Aitana referring to you has her little sister for quite some time, it manages to pull at your heart.
“I suppose I can excuse it this once.” With a roll of your eyes, you move onto the next question.
“How many major trophies does Aitana have? Country, club and junior and senior teams combined.”
“Dios mío, which ones doesn’t she have? You know I have to deep search our apartment once a week for her Ballon D’or so I can put it on display because she’s too modest to let everyone know how good she is?”
“It gets hidden right beside your 4 ‘TOTY’ player trophies from since you were 16.”
“I told you I would display them if we got a cat and you said ‘no I’m allergic’ so who’s fault is it really?”
“I cannot control my allergies, you bring half of Mapi’s cat back every time you visit them anyway, there is no need for our own cat.”
“I hate you.”
“Hermanita you say that every time I say no and yet you still make Miguelitos once a week because you found out they’re my favourite dessert.”
“Are you calling me a pushover Tana?”
“I’m not… not saying that.”
“Culo.” (ass) Aitana gasps dramatically and places a hand over her heart.
“You wound me Y/N.” you poke your tongue out at her then turn back to your whiteboard, writing down the answer.
“There is no way she knows this.”
“You doubt me Aitana?”
“Yo tambien para ser honesta.” (me too to be honest) the girls laugh to each other as they wait for you to finish with your suspiciously long answer for the question at hand. You don’t waste time in turning the board around to show the two midfielders and the cameras.
Jaws drop as they all read your answer.
“Thirty-one, and she named each of them. Aitana you need to step up your knowledge, this is crazy impressive.”
“How on earth do you know all that?”
“I care deeply about my friends, so much so that I’d get them a cat if they asked.” You glare at each other as Patri tries to end the video.
“Our winner is Y/N, with 5/5 questions right. Aitana you only got 3/5, you are a bad friend.”
“You tell her Patri!”
“What do I need to do to make the boasting end?”
“Make me fabada when we get home.”
“You hate me.”
“And yet you’ll still make it for me as I make your Miguelitos, so either both of us win or lose.”
“Bien hermanita.” She sighs but gives me a smile despite it.
“Gracias… loser.”
“I swear to go-”
#woso x reader#woso#womens soccer#woso fanfics#wwc 2023#spain wnt#barca femeni#barcelona femeni#aitana bonmati#aitana bonmati x reader
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Everything’s Changed | Andrea Medina x Reader
Words: 1.7k
Summary: your childhood best friend just disappears, then comes back like nothing happened.
Warnings: angst, i think that's it
Requested by @liverpoolfan96
The world was still after she left. Well for you at least. Birds didn’t sing as you made the walk to her house, winds didn’t rustle through your pale pink hair or the now dull green leaves of the trees that littered the side of the roads, and there was only a ghost of someone who should’ve been clung to your arm.
The gold necklace that gleams in the sun feels like a noose around your neck, only seeming to grow tighter with every step as you encroach on her parent’s door. You carefully place your foot on the sparsely spread stones that lead you through the decadent garden, similar to how you would when you were a child. The same journey had been made every day for the past 15 years of your life, but there was something that hung in the air that made this one different.
Memories of the girl you’ve found hard to forget, laughing and rushing past you as her parents call for you both to come inside for dinner, flash through your head. 5 years old, 11, 14. You both grow, maturity slowly taking over your rounded cheeks and toothless smiles, but the dynamic never changes; two girls so obviously meant to be in each other’s life.
The memories end abruptly when the door is swung open, and you’re met with someone you don’t expect.
“Andrea-” your lips can’t stop the gasp that tickles your throat as the familiar brunette beams down at you, light reflecting off the identical gold chain that rests against her collar bone.
All other words seem caught in your throat and Andrea doesn’t seem intent on saying anything, so you stumble through the open doorway and into the kitchen where you know you’ll find her parents. They have similar smiles as the girl who now trails behind you. You were never supposed to see her again, why on earth is she here.
“Surprise!” echoes through the house that is suddenly lacking the warmth you associate it with.
“Qué está sucediendo? Por qué has vuelto?” (What is happening? Why is she back?) it feels a little hard to breathe as your eyes dart between the three bodies that surround you, none of them rushing to answer.
“¡Tuvo un tiempo libre y volvió a casa!” (She had some time off and came home!) it’s difficult for you to feel the anger and sadness in the pit of your stomach when the woman who is a second mum to you is so bright with joy.
“Sí!” Andrea finally chimes in, simply to support her mum’s statement, but she says nothing else.
“Ah, well I actually, um… I completely forgot but I won’t be able to uh… to help with your garden this evening. A lot of university work to do… you know.” Her face saddens and you almost tell her that you can cram it all in later tonight, another lie despite yourself, but you don’t.
Turning around to leave after pressing a kiss to her cheek, its embarrassing how quickly you forgot Andrea was looming behind you as you almost run straight into her. An awkward shuffle takes place before you manage to take a step around her and make your way today the door. The wood slots into its frame rather loudly behind you, but is closely followed by a familiar silence that blankets the town, not unlike the one that had taken over your life after Andrea left.
The aforementioned girl stalks closely behind you, barely sliding through the gap before the door to her family’s house closes.
“Y/N! Wait!” she reaches for you, but the pleas are ignored as you make your way down the street, a short walk to your own family’s house, but not short enough.
Andrea jogs to catch up, the exercise not phasing her in any way before she grabs your arm and spins you around.
“Would you just wait a second? Where are you going?”
“Home.” You tug your arm, trying to escape her steel grip.
“I thought you’d be much more excited! You can stay over and we can stay up and talk all night like we used to.” She’s so happy it almost makes you sick.
“Why would I want that Andrea?” the anger comes bubbling back when her face morphs into shock. How does she act like things are normal?
“W- what do you mean?”
“Why would I want to act like everything hasn’t changed? Everything changed when you left and never fucking bothered to tell me. When you blocked my fucking number. When you broke our promise. Everything changed.”
“I did it for a reason! Hear me out!” her voice carries through the empty street, but you continue your walk home.
“I don’t fucking care!” a sharp turn left and you’re pushed up against the brick wall of Señora Estrella García’s house, a lovely cook who would give your dad and you any leftovers she made on the weekends.
“Would you listen to me!?” Anger is present on her face but desperation and sadness float in her eyes.
“If you think this will get me to listen you are severely mistaken. Gilipollas” (shithead). You push against her, something that once was quite effective when the two of you were roughhousing in the streets, but clearly the professional training had given her an advantage as she doesn’t budge.
“No seas estúpida por favor.” (don’t be stupid please) you groan but sit against the wall, clearly not being able to escape any time soon.
Andrea takes a spot in front of you, your knees pressing against each other.
“Óscar, my head coach, he made me promise there would be absolutely no distractions. It was your birthday, when I spent a lot of the day checking my phone to talk to you between workouts and training drills. Coincidentally I was playing really badly that day anyway. Well he pulled me aside at the end of training and told me if I kept it up, they’d have to let me go, that maybe I wasn’t actually a good fit for the team.” Her hands rest on her knees, palms facing up, and you slowly inch your own towards them as she speaks.
“I planned to just ghost for a couple days to get back in the zone. I’d explain it to you and I’d fix my performance then we’d go back to normal. But it seemed he always had something to criticise me on, so I kept extending the time frame. Until like two months passed by and I hadn’t answered any messages from you. I thought maybe even receiving the messages and calls was what was distracting me. So I blocked your number.” Andrea’s voice shakes but seems to relax when your fingertips graze her’s.
“Okay well you then also didn’t come home for a year and a half. Every time you had a break your family went to you instead. And you could have had one of them explain it to me. There is no excusing what you did Dre.” Andrea suddenly looks awfully similar to the girl from your childhood. The furrowed brows and downturn of her lips an exact replica of the face she made when her parents told her off for eating too many lollies before a game.
“I know-”
“And you broke our promise. ‘No matter what happens, where we go, we’ll find our way back to each other, we’ll always keep in touch.’” You can feel the tears welling up and blink furiously to fight them back.
“I know. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” you both lean forward and rest your foreheads against one another.
“I’m home for the summer, I want to make it up to you in any way I can.” You find yourself staring into her eyes in the same fashion you always had. A soft gaze filled with pure love, hard for anyone to ignore.
With one glance at her lips, Andrea lifts her hand and loops a finger around the chain that no longer feels like it may carry you to your death, and pulls your lips to her’s. The kiss isn’t anything special, but you can feel the love that surges between you with every movement of your lips and your own pointer finger similarly wraps around the matching chain around her neck, pulling you impossibly closer to one another.
“I want to have my best friend back.” you murmur against her lips.
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Three weeks pass by, and Andrea and you meet at the fountain at the crossroad of your two streets every morning at 10:19am. Your particular streets have always been suspiciously deserted apart for the cars that line the driveways and the rush of people on their way to and from work.
The first hour of your daily meeting is usually spent making out on the lip of the fountain, before Andrea escorts you to whatever she has planned for the day. Most of her ideas revolve around things you loved to do together as kids. Sneaking to the roof top of the corner store to watch over the people below you, playing in the fútbol field before sitting under the giant carob tree and eating random snacks, the arts museum.
“You’re paying!” you laugh as you run past Andrea into your tía’s restaurant.
“Again?” a joking groan escapes her lips as she pulls your chair out for you.
“I mean if you don’t want to make up ignoring me for years then I can pa-”
“No! No no I’ve got it.” A cheeky smile pulls at your lips as her forehead wrinkles in worry.
“I’m only joking bebita.” You lean over the table and peck her lips, taking a hold of her hand.
“Thank you for the past few weeks, I really appreciate it.” She beams down at you as you thank her.
“I’d do anything for you.”
“Like get the paella to share?”
“Ay bebé you know I hate seafood.”
“Is this enough of an incentive?” you lean over the table once again and take a hold of her chin between your thumb and pointer finger, ghosting your lips over her’s before pressing against them firmly.
“Sí.” It’s a breathless agreement after you pull away.
“Te amo. Estoy feliz de que hayas regresado.” (I love you. I’m happy you’re back)
“Me too.” You share a smile, hearts fluttering as you gaze at each other.
Always meant to be.
#woso x reader#woso#woso fanfics#womens soccer#spanish footballer#spain wnt#andrea medina#andrea medina x reader
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it's so cool to be mentioned in one of these! 🫶
💋 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐫 💋 ~ 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘴
~ 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @iinsertblognamee
𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘥!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧
~ 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘴 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @sunsetkerr
𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘢𝘧𝘭𝘸!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧
~ 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @futfemfantasies
𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘢𝘴!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧
~ 𝘢𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @katiemccabesdesciple
𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧
~ 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @wileys-russo
𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵
~ 𝘣��𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘮 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @iinsertblognamee
𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 ( ? ) , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧
~ 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘯 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @inuyashaluver
𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧
~ 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘱 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @pixiesfz
𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘢𝘴!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 , 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 , 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘺
~ 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘴 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @iinsertblognamee
𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧
~ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵? ~ 𝐛𝐲 @iinsertblognamee
𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧
~ 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @chaosology
𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘺 , 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘺 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧
~ 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @greynatomy
𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧
~ 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @woso-dreamzzz
𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘬𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘪𝘴 𝘹 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 + 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧
~ 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘴 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @greynatomy
𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧
~ 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @futfemfantasies
𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘢𝘴!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 , 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘺
~ 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘢 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @iinsertblognamee
𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧
~ 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘩 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @sunsetkerr
𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧
~ 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @chaosology
𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧
~ 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @maxsimagination
𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧
~ 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @sunshine-theseus
𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥
~ 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @sunsetkerr
𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧
~ 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @chaosology
𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧
~ 𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @yeeterthek33per
𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧
~ 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @pixiesfz
𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧
𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 !!
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