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A Lesson in Accepting
Barcelona Femení x reader
-> Despite reader's best efforts to hide her illness and join in training, a she learns the importance of listening to her body and her teammates
-> Wordcount: ≈ 1.770
-> The happiest birthday to @sleekswosobession - love you!
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"Oye! No chiqui - off!”
Hmmpf.
Out of all the older players, Lucy was usually the fun one. But today she didn’t want you climbing on her and she had gotten annoyed when you tried to steal her shoes. Maybe a new victim was needed for your shenanigans. But who?
Just as you started to look around for Vicky, the arm of Marta found its way onto your shoulder, Caroline now at the other side as they dragged you into the changing rooms. “Don’t even think about it.”
Music blasted through the room, with Salma by the speakers as her phone was connected to it, getting ready while swaying to her music. A quick look around made it obvious that your cubby for the day was between Frido and Ingrid.
Great.
You missed the days were you were at your rightful place between Patri and Cata, Claudia joining you after quickly changing into her kit. Those were the fun days when you had just joined the team. Fresh from Australia and full of energy and nerves Patri and Claudia had taken you under their wing.
Just two weeks later Alexia fell over her tied-together laces, just to see you laughing in a corner, hiding behind your new friends. The room had fallen quiet, everyone scared of what their captain would do.
Laugh.
Alexia Putellas, their strong and serious captain, started laughing at being tricked by a sixteen-year-old Australian rookie. Hesitantly the other players started to laugh, watching the blonde from the corner of their eyes, just to make sure that she wouldn’t get pissy at them laughing.
But now you were stuck between different adults every week, your number never hanging in the same spot, and for today's game, it was the space between two tall scandis. While they were incredibly nice, neither of them had a fable for letting you run wild - but they let you yap as much as you want.
A win is a win. And at this point, you’d take anything.
Rainy games were your favorite games. You loved sliding around on the drenched pitch, tackling an opponent whenever you could, and getting your kit as dirty as possible. And that game was no different.
Sliding here - sliding there.
Mapi thought it was hilarious how you sprinted across the waterlogged pitch, stealing the ball of one opponent after the other.
“Chiqui come here and let me dry your hair, you’ll get sick.”
Irene was in mother mode, fussing over you and Vicky, who looked like the two happiest girls on the planet. Both of you had been in the starting eleven, something that didn’t happen as often. But with the weather conditions and the not-as-competitive opponent, Jona caved to your synchronized begging.
“I won’t. Promise!”
And with that, you were off again. Running outside, leaving the changing room early. Jona had been quick with his talk and the girls were just warming up and getting something to eat or massaged. But you run out to play on the field with the girls sitting on the bench.
Bruna and Jana made it a fun game, sending the ball just slightly wide every time, so that you had to be quick, falling over more than once during it.
Alexia just shook her head in amusement when she came back to the pitch, the other girls following in their captain's stride.
“Chiquitita wear a jacket for me please?” The Catalan’s English was great, even if she was too shy to speak it most of the time. Her hands held out a jacket to you, an eyebrow raised in question.
“I’ll be okay, thank you, Ale!”
And you would be okay, at least for the rest of the night - giving it your all on the pitch and giving it your all when you were the entertainment of the following movie night. Mapi had given you one of those cheap Karaoke microphones and with that, you kept narrating the movies much to everyone else's annoyance.
Mapi thought you were hilarious though. And with everyone smiling at you even if they acted annoyed, you kept going all the way until Lucy and Ona dropped you off at the apartment Barcelona gave you.
In the beginning, the Team members had been worried about you living there, all alone at only sixteen. But Vicky had been fine - she was an angel as opposed to the whirlwind of an Australian that had been added to the team with you. You would be at training most days anyway and doing stuff with the girls even on days off, so you’d be fine. Right?
Well usually you would be fine, but waking up with an itchy throat, annoying cough, and a runny nose topped by a fever, was not a funny thing.
Just like that, all your plans with Vicky for the day had been canceled. The two of you wanted to explore the city and then visit the library closest to the Sagrada Familia, but all of that went to waste now as you were trying to get rid of this cold as fast as possible.
But it turns out it wasn’t that easy. A day later you were still sick, your voice so hoarse that it was hard to understand. You had debated calling Jona and letting him know, but then Alexia and Irene would have been right when it came to you getting sick. You just needed to power through. Tomorrow you will be all good again.
After oversleeping you practically raced to the training center for gym day. Well raced as fast as you can with public transport - a mask secure on your face. You looked sick enough that strangers raised a brow at your sweaty forehead.
To your luck the changing rooms were empty, all of the girls were already in the gym, so you could change in peace, trying to take deep breaths as well as you could. Man, you hated having a stuffy nose.
The bright lights and the loud music made you wince when you entered the big space, with everyone on different equipment. You quickly explained to Jona that your bus had been late, and just by his facial expression you could see that he didn’t believe a word out of your mouth.
He knew. Fuck. But he didn’t do or say anything, just going over the plan for today with you.
The other girls tried to get a good look at you, whispering to themselves. This wasn’t the first time you had been late. Sometimes the bus really didn’t come, and sometimes you overslept. But the training staff was never too mad at you - you were a growing girl after all, and needed your sleep.
But usually, when you came in, you would go around greeting the girls one by one, telling them the crazy stories of your bus driver. Today, however, you picked out an empty corner, starting to stretch all by yourself.
When one of the trainers called for partner exercises you were quick to kidnap Vicky, who didn’t even react as she was used to your antics by now. But then she looked at you.
“You’re sick!”
“Shhh!”
With, what you thought, quick reflexes you pushed her head down so that she would lower her voice. “Don’t tell on me! Or I’ll tell Sandra.”
The young Spaniard was caught in an odd situation - realistically she knew she should tell Alexia, or at least someone - but she was terrified of the goalkeeper finding out. With a solemn nod, she gave in.
You didn’t believe her, holding onto her right hand as tightly as you could “No! "Promise me!”
“Fine. I promise. Now get your clammy hands off me please.”
Now it wasn’t just you who ran around like a headless chicken, stumbling over nothing and barely strong enough to lift any weight at all, but also Vicky, who desperately tried to avoid eye contact with someone else, whispering hushed annoyances in your ear.
“They’re weird, no?” Aitana had made her way to Alexia, who was watching the whole thing unfold in front of her. “Very weird..", she nodded.
When a break was called, you hurried off to the bathrooms, while Vicky tried to avoid anything and everyone.
But that didn’t hold on for too long, as she was cornered by Alexia, Irene, Aitana, and Ingrid. The other girls watched from a distance, knowing what was happening.
“I don’t know anything!”
“We didn’t say anything.” Irene was trying really hard not to let an amused smile crack through and instead keep up the intimidating frown.
One eyebrow went up.
Then the other.
“Okay, fine!”
Alexia relaxed her face again, knowing that had been enough for Vicky to spill everything she knew.
“She’s sick.”
“Chiquitita!”
Ingrid didn’t get an answer and started looking around the facilities as quickly as she could while Aitana tried to console a guilt-ridden Vicky, telling her that she had done the right thing, emphasizing how dangerous it was that you were exercising.
They could hear you coughing before they even saw you, as Ingrid dragged you to the gym as gently as she could, nearly just carrying you.
“Ai Chiqui. What are you doing here, you’re sick amor, you need to rest.”
Alexia's soft mothering tone gave you the rest, tears forming in your eyes. “I’m sorry… Just didn’t want to miss out.” Sobs wrecked your tired body as some of your letters got swallowed.
“Shhh, let’s get you home.” Your captain dried tears after tears as she helped you out of the room and into the showers.
Jona looked happy with how everything turned out, he knew that Alexia would take care of it - her heart was soft for the youngsters on the team, no matter how hard she tried to hide it.
On your way out your eyes met Vicky's. “You promised not to tell Vic!”.
“Oye, keep walking, or we’ll call Catley. I’m sure she would love to hear about your situation.” It was Mapi that nudged you, a teasing smile on her face.
Hmmpf.
"Sandra Vicky put shaving cream in your gloves!"
And with that you let your captain drag you out of the room, smiling at the chaos that exploded behind you.
After getting washed up and changed, Ale helped you to her car and started driving to her home, not listening to the whines that you wanted to go to your apartment.
“You can say it now, Ale.”
She could see you were close to falling asleep, head resting on your seatbelt.
“I told you so. Now let’s get you healthy again.”
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familia II Irene Paredes/Barça Femeni x Reader
masterlist I word count: 1991
a/n: based off this lovely request here. Thank you for sending us so many great requests !
You loved training camps with the FC Barcelona. They were always loads of fun. The players seemed happy and the weather was great. But this time, you were also painfully reminded how exhausting camp life could be. As the team doctor, you had to be there for their medical needs at all times and the past few days, the players had kept you quite busy. So busy, in fact, that you barely had time for your girlfriend.
In a quiet moment during your lunch break, your girlfriend snaked her arm around your waist and whispered into your ear: “Let’s do something tonight. Only us two.“
There was something impatient in her eyes as you turned towards her. You were glad to hear that she missed your alone-time as much as you did.
“Yes, that sounds great.“, you smiled.
The two of you did not even have the time for a quick kiss as another stumbled into the treatment room.
Patri stopped right in front of you and heaved an annoyed sigh: “Hey, Doc. We need an ice pack.“
“An ice pack? Patri, tell me quickly what happened.“, you urged her sternly.
As a response, the young midfielder rolled her eyes: “Claudias finger got trapped in the door. Nothing happened but she is pouting.“
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that.“, you promised and took an ice pack out of the freezer.
“Thanks.“, Patri said while leading you and Irene to the injured player.
Claudia stood in front of the dressing room, holding her finger. Her brows were furrowed and for some reason, she reminded you of an oversized toddler.
“Claudia. I heard about the accident with your finger.“, you started and held out your hand so she would show you her finger.
While you examined her hand, she complained: “That was Patris fault.“
The older player took a deep breath in an attempt to protest but one look from Irene made her close her mouth immediately.
Her finger seemed fine but still, you could not stop yourself from hugging her: “Oh, Claudia. Do you need some ice?“
She nodded, her big blue eyes widened: “Yes.“
You handed her the ice pack: “You’re welcome.“
“I told you it wasn’t that bad.“, Patri scoffed, slightly annoyed.
“It’ll be alright.“, you promised them both before the two players disappeared into the dressing room.
Irene should have followed but instead her arms wrapped around your body once again. With a fond smile, she said: “Can’t wait for tonight.“
“Me neither.“, you replied happily but someone else quickly caught your attention.
Mapi was on the pitch and tried to do some tricks with the football. One of her knees was still in a brace after her meniscus injury.
Your heart sank for a moment, watching her rather reckless moves: “Mapi, be careful!“
“I’m fine.“, she answered nonchalantly, keeping her focus on the ball.
“Think of your knee, Maria!“, you yelled back at her.
As you had suspected, this got her attention. She stopped and grimaced at you: “Maria?!“
“So, you know I’m serious about it.”, you crossed your arms in front of your chest.
With a smirk on her face the defender tried to reassure you:” Calm down, I’m fine.”
“Please be careful with your knee, okay? It needs a bit more resting time to properly heal.”, you sighed.
She couldn’t help but to roll her eyes at your protectiveness:” Yeah, mum.”
“Don’t mum me, Maria. We’re only two years apart!”, you reminded her.
“Then stop acting like a mum.”, Mapi countered.
Quickly you corrected the football player: “I’m not, it’s my advice to you as a doctor.”
“Sure, mum.”, Mapi responded in a teasingly tone.
You groaned and demanded from her to stop it.
Grinning Irene who you haven’t noticed while having your talk with the younger player joined the conversation:” But our children would behave better.”
“Lies. They would do the same.”, the heavily tattooed Spaniard disagreed.
“I strongly believe they wouldn’t be as annoying.”, you joked as you exchanged knowingly looks with your girlfriend. You were able to communicate with each other without words which was helpful on and off the pitch.
The peaceful moment between you two was interrupted once again by a player, this time it was Mapi: “Yeah, they would.”
Afterwards she promised to be more careful with her knee. You knew how much you asked of her, as an athlete all they want to do is play with a ball at their feet. Every injury was a reminder that their time as football players was short and could end at any moment.
A bit later the rest of her teammates arrived in their training clothes. Watching Keira, you gasped out loud:” Oh my god, Keira. Have you forgot your sunscreen again?”
“Why? What do you mean?”, Keira frowned at you.
Frustratedly you pointed to the sky, the sun was still intense even in the afternoon:” It’s so sunny outside, you need to protect your skin.”
“Your nose is already getting sunburned.” Lucy stated matter-of-factly.
“You English always underestimate the sun here.”, you chuckled before handing Keira the sunscreen which has been in your bag for emergency cases like this.
The dark-haired defender who was half Portuguese protested smiling:” Hey, leave me out of this.”
“You need that sun protection too, Lucia.”, you remarked.
“Here, take it before you get in trouble.”, Keira whispered.
“Ugh fine.”, the older of the English players mumbled.
Satisfied you turned around only to be face to face to Barcelona’s captain who smirked at you:” Happy madre happy life.”
“Alexia not you too.”
“Just here to steal your girlfriend for the gym session.”, she winked at you.
“Alright, I’ll see you both at dinner. Time for me to look at the injured players.”, you announced.
With a warm smile Irene said:” Have fun.”
“You too.”, you answered. Although fun was a difficult wish to fulfil considering you had to take care of the women who were currently out of the game and they needed extra care physically as well as mentally.
“Come on, Irene, you need to work on your muscles!“, Alexia teased as they walked side by side to the gym.
Irenes jaw dropped open: “Excuse me?!“
Alexia grinned back at her: “You heard me.“
“Go work on your knee instead.“, Irene laughed and playfully pushed her teammate in the direction of the gym doors.
Alexia rolled her eyes: “You sound like your girlfriend.“
“Someone has to tell you.“, Irene shrugged while starting with her workout plan under the supervision of one of the physios.
Her teammate followed suit: “Yeah, I know.“
The two football players worked in silence for a while until Alexia gave Irene an inquisitive look: “Were you serious about the children earlier?“
Surprised by the question, Irene paused her exercise and laughed: “About actual children? We already have you.“
“And?“, Alexia shrugged.
The defender continued to feign cluelessness: “And what?“
“Just letting you know that we’d be there for you two when you decide to have actual children.“
“Thanks. We appreciate that.“, Irene replied casually.
Alexia just smiled knowingly and focused on her workout again: “You’re welcome.“
Dinner was one of the few regular moments in camp when you and Irene had some time for each other. Her hair was still damp from the shower when she sat down next to you. She had the same satisfied expression her face that she always had after a good workout.
“Hi, how was your gym session?“, you greeted her while filling her glass with water, making sure she was adequately hydrated.
Irene gratefully took a sip before answering: “Good, really. But Ale was weird.“
“Weirder than usual?“
She softly chuckled: “Yes.“
“What did she do?“, you asked curiously.
Irene lowered her voice so the other players on your table would not hear her: “She said something about supporting us if we’d actually wanted to have children one day.“
“Wait, that doesn’t sound like Ale at all.“, you joked.
“No, it doesn’t.“
“Strange.“, you commented. Subconsciously, you looked at Alexia on the neighbouring table. A tablet was propped up in front of her while she ate. You assumed that she once again looked at video footage of games and training sessions. “Ale?“
She looked up in surprise: “Huh?“
“It’s not a match day tomorrow. Take a break, you don’t need to overwork yourself.“, you gently reminded her.
“I’m not.“, she protested, her eyes darting back to the screen.
You raised an eyebrow: “Promise?“
She gave a you a small smile: “Promise.“
“Okay.“, you sighed and turned back to your dinner.
Irenes elbow bumped against yours just as you were about to finish eating. She pointed outside the dining room window: “Y/n, want to go to the beach now? The sun is about to set.“
You carefully put your fork down and again glanced over to Alexia who was still focused on her screen: “Sure.“
“Come on, she’ll be fine.“, Irene smiled comforting at you.
After one last look at the captain, you admitted:” You’re right.”
With that said your girlfriend stood up, holding her hand out for you take it:” Let’s go.”
“Coming.”, you reassured her.
Silently you walked to the beach, enjoying each other’s company after a long workday. The sand was still warm underneath your feet even though the sun was about to set. The sky was pink and purple shaded.
Irene was the first to speak again:” It’s nice here.”
“I agree, also the calmness feels nice after such an eventful day.”, you replied, admiring the scenery in front of you.
The defender smirked at you:” Quite busy with our children, right?”
“Yeah, but I’d not change a thing about it. I love them.”, you confessed smiling fondly while thinking about the players.
“Me too. Mostly.”, she responded.
Amused you lifted an eyebrow:” Mostly?”
“They can be annoying.”, Irene shrugged her shoulders.
Slowly you agreed:” Yes, sometimes.”
“But I’d not swap them for anything else.”, your girlfriend replied in an honest tone.
Thoughtfully you nodded to her remark:” Me neither, they are family.”
“They are.”
As the waves crashed to the shore your lips touched for a heartfelt kiss. Afterwards you two still leaned your foreheads together, eyes closed, enjoying the moment.
“If we ever have real children, we’re well prepared.”, Irene whispered.
Hearing her saying this out loud made you yearn for a family of your own:” Yes, they would welcome them in immediately, I’ve no doubt about that.”
“I’m sure.”, she sounded sincere.
“Are you thinking about starting to try for children?”, you cautiously asked her.
Nervously the defender licked her lips:” I mean it’s a nice thought to have children one day.” For a moment Irene paused before adding, would you want that too?”
“I do, yes.”
Your girlfriends face lit up with giddy excitement:” So we’re trying it?”
“Yeah, we’ll.” Suddenly you were interrupted by her teammates who were running towards you.
“What?”, startled Irene looked at them.
Equally confused you wanted to know from the other women:” Girls, what’s going on?”
“It’s time to celebrate.”, Patri declared grinning.
Curiously you continued: “To celebrate, what?”
“Just to celebrate.”, Alexia waved it off beaming.
Baffled Irene turned to the midfielder who she has been friends with for a very long time:” Ale, were you guys listening to us the whole time?!”
“Maybe.”, she answered with an innocent smile.”
“So, yes. God that’s so embarrassing.”, you groaned.
Empathically Marta padded your shoulders:” We especially loved the family part.”
“Agreed.”, Alexia said.
“It’s simply the truth.”, you told them, your cheeks burning red.
“Guys that was private.”, Irene huffed at her teammates.
This made Mapi roll her eyes:” Oh please, nothing stays private during training camp.”
“Maybe we hate you now.”, you teased her.
“No, you love us.”, Patri shook her head.
With a sigh you gave in:” Yeah, fine, we do.”
Because those women were more to you than just people you worked with, they were family.
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The coffee shop — The Sextet x Reader
Warnings: none
Word count: 860
Summary: Spending the afternoon with The Sextet.
“Hi Alexia…”
Alexia looked up and, forcing a shy smile, she greeted you.
It wasn't like she didn't like to acknowledge people who approached her, but her usual facial expression used to mistake her shyness for annoyance, therefore she had to try to look more friendly when people approached her.
You had been following women's football for a while so you were briefly familiar with Alexia's shyness, being quite shy yourself helped you understand her behavior better.
“Don't worry, I'm not going to ask you for a picture. I just wanted to give you a bracelet. There's another one for Misa, can you give it to her? I apologize for not having any other for the rest of the girls, though.”
The truth is that you weren't expecting to bump into Alexia when you entered the coffee shop, so you had to improvise a quick gift, only having two golden bracelets around your left wrist.
Alexia analyzed them carefully, her face showing a more relaxed expression and a sincere smile. She wasn’t familiarized with receiving gifts from fans as much as she was asked to take a picture with them.
“Thank you. It's beautiful. Are you sure you don't want to take a picture?”
Deeply inside, you knew the answer to her question, but still refused to make her uncomfortable.
“No, it's fine. Just tell Jenni everyone is really proud of her and of how she stood up for herself.”
“I'll tell her. Thank you for your words.”
You said goodbye and turned around to exit the coffee shop, your embarrassment making you feel uneasy and no longer wanting something to drink, but then she called you.
“I was wondering if you could wait with me for around half an hour. The girls are coming over here to spend the afternoon.”
As she noticed your eyes widening, Alexia made sure to emphasize that it was up to you and there was no pressure to accept her offer.
There was nothing more you wanted to do than spend the afternoon with them, but you were afraid of bothering the friend group as an intruder.
“Do not worry about that! We're all pretty friendly. Misa and Jenni will probably tease you a little bit, but that's not new coming from them.”
You finally accepted the invitation and sat down next to Alexia, who was probably telling the girls the new member of the group for this afternoon.
You were playing with your hands as Alexia left her phone on the table.
She noticed how shy you were and for a moment, she saw herself in you.
Your hand holding onto the other, your inability to hold eye contact for more than five seconds, your nervous giggles and your short answers followed by a soft smile.
There was a brief moment of silence between the both of you, but it was enjoyable.
Tranquility filled the coffee shop until you laughed looking at each other after hearing loud voices approaching your table.
“And we're heree!”
“We could tell. You guys are so loud.”
You giggled, and all eyes were on you, making you blush uncontrollably.
The girls began to introduce themselves, so did you when they approached you.
You instantly felt calmer when you sat next to Laia, who shared a similar personality with Alexia when she was not eager.
Alexia followed you and sat next to you.
Misa teased Jenni by placing her cold hands on the older woman's cheeks.
“Misa, colega! (dude)”
Everyone was laughing but Alexia, who was sighing with her hands over her head.
“You both are insufferable.”
An hour passed by, and you felt more comfortable and confident to speak.
“We still have time until we have to return to Mordor. Let's do something fun.”
Mariona explained to you that they referred to the headquarters of the Spanish National Team as Mordor.
“Tonight, there's a cool match we could attend in th—” Misa tried to suggest, but she was quickly caught off by almost everyone on the table.
“Misa, we're not going to a Real Madrid's game. Don't even try it,” Irene said.
“C'mon! What do you want to do then? It's not like we have curfew anymore.”
As almost everyone refused, Misa's eyes were on you.
“What about you? Do you want to come with me?”
Alexia was quick to stop her.
“No, she doesn't. She's spending the rest of the day with everyone, not only with you.”
“Well, if you guys don't suggest anything else we could do, maybe she wants to accept my offer! We're probably boring her.”
Laia, who was probably the most serene person around you, asked the golden question.
“What's your favorite team? Because maybe she's a Real Madrid fan, and we're here clipping her wings off.”
You noticed how everyone was looking attentively at you, waiting for your answer.
“You guys have scared her, c'mon! Was it that difficult to behave?”
You never felt as reassured by a “stranger”, as you were by Laia, who you thanked her with a soft smile.
“I'm actually... I'm actually an Atlético de Madrid fan...” you announced, as you couldn't stop laughing at their shocked faces.
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𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 - 𝙞.𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙨 + 𝙢.𝙡𝙚𝙤𝙣
warnings: smut. 18+ below the cut.
a combination of this and this.
a/n: irene is 32, mapi is 28 & reader is 24
this is my first shot at a threesome !! hope it’s all good.
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it was a normal wednesday morning, training with the team and team bonding night later on.
it was my second season with the club, transferring in from bayern munich, all of the girls were really nice and welcoming when i first joined. since i was on the younger side of the team, i spent most of my time with claudia. but claudia was best friends with patri, who spent her time with alexia and irene, who were always with mapi.
it was like a chain reaction, so through knowing claudia, i’d met all the older girls.
i honestly thought i fit in much better with the older players rather than the younger ones. i wasn’t the type to always pull pranks on my teammates like they did, preferring to work on my techniques.
when i got to training that morning, mapi was waiting out the front like usual. she’d driven me to training once last year when i first came and ever since then we’d made it a tradition. this time however, irene was standing with her.
“hola chicas. irene, me alegro de verte.” (hello girls. irene, nice to see you.)
i walked into the grounds and the two older women followed me in. the whole team was already there, most just finishing up their breakfast. i put my things in the locker rooms with everyone else’s and joined the team for our pre-training talk.
jona had us doing a bunch of drills today, and then split us off into two teams. we played a couple rounds; alexia, patri and i were all together while claudia, irene and mapi were on the opposition.
as a striker, i naturally had irene and mapi defending for their lives while i ran rings around them and scored a few goals.
i even managed to nutmeg both the women at least once, throwing out a sassy “catch me if you can, chicas!” to mess with them even more.
jona was proud of my efforts, telling me i’d been on fire lately. that made my ego swell of course, and clearly mapi and irene weren’t too happy about how i’d beat them.
but we finished training a couple hours later and were reminded by alexia that there was team bonding at hers tonight. she normally organised these events, being the captain she took it upon herself to keep everyone on good terms with each other.
tonight was a casual event, ale told everyone to wear something comfy, nothing too fancy as we were just playing some games and watching a movie or two. so when i got home, i plopped my stuff down on my couch and headed towards the bathroom. time for an everything shower.
i washed my hair, shaved in all the right places and did my full skincare routine.
by the time i’d finished that, it was around 5:00, i had to be ready in half an hour. mapi had promised to pick me up, insisting she drive us to ale’s.
as for clothes, i’d opted for a slightly oversized tshirt and a pair of bike pants that just happened to accentuate my ass. soon, i heard a knock on my door. knowing it was mapi, i grabbed my phone and rushed to the front door.
“hola mapi. gracias por llevarme.” (hello mapi. thank you for driving me.)
“ah, it’s no problem.”
we walked down to her car, when i noticed someone sitting in the front seat. irene.
“hola irene.” (hello irene.)
i jumped in the backseat, greeting the other woman when i got in.
“hello y/n.”
irene’s accent gave me shivers, it was the perfect combination of soft and gravelly.
mapi drove us all to alexia’s house, where at least three other cars were already parked on or near her driveway. we hopped out of the vehicle, traipsing up to the front door where i knocked on it twice.
alexia opened it, a giant grin on her face.
“chicas! welcome, please come in.”
she ushered us all inside to join the rest of the group. apparently we’d been some of the last to get there, everyone else all riding with each other.
we spent the evening playing some board games, watching a movie and just chatting to each other about anything and everything. it was close to 9 at night when i ducked into the kitchen to get some water.
i stood, sipping from a glass against alexia’s kitchen counter, when someone joined me in the kitchen.
“ya sabes tu culo se ve muy bien en esos pantalones cortos.”
(y’know your ass looks great in those shorts.)
that same gravelly voice from earlier spoke up, and i whipped around to see irene standing there.
“por que gracias, irene.” (why thank you, irene.)
the woman walked forward, meeting me where i stood by the sink. she was taller than me by a bit and i had to tilt my head up to see her properly.
her eyes were sparkling with what seemed to be desire, and judging by the way she raked her eyes up and down my body, i was correct. she edged closer and closer, eventually standing inches away from me.
“me gustaría mucho besarte ahora.”
(i would really like to kiss you now.)
“so kiss me.”
neither of us missed a beat, irene diving down to connect our lips in a messy and passionate manner. irene had spun us around then, lifting me up and placing me on the kitchen island.
“y/n? where’d you- oh my god.”
we broke apart at the sound of a voice, mapi’s voice to be exact. however irene wasn’t fazed.
“maria, perfect timing. would you like to join?”
my eyes almost bulged out of my head at her words, getting it on with one person was okay but two? completely different territory.
“actually, yea. but not on ale’s kitchen island. shall we head home?”
this time she was asking me, so i quickly nodded my head and irene lifted me down from the island. we slipped back into the lounge where the other girls were, letting them know we were heading home.
they all bid us farewell, alexia yelling out not to be late to practice tomorrow morning.
the drive was short and full of tension, which made it feel longer. i was sat in the backseat again while the two older women were in the front, seemingly communicating through their facial expressions.
we did not return to my apartment, instead going to irene’s apartment. she made quick work of unlocking the door and letting us all in. mapi entered last, locking the door after herself.
as the lock clicked shut my nerves really started bouncing around. irene had clearly noticed and grabbed my hand.
“no tenemos que hacer esto si no estás cómodo.”
(we don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable.)
her voice soothed my nerves a little bit and i smiled up at her.
“no i want this.”
her gentle smile turned into a wolfish grin as this time she took my hand and led me down to a room, which i figured to be hers. mapi was directly behind me, hand on the small of my back for comfort.
when we walked in, irene spun me around and pinned me against the wall, hands above my head. her lips were just centimetres away from mine, teasing me everytime she got too close.
finally she kissed me, and i melted at the contact.
she pulled away and started littering little kisses and licks down my neck to my collarbone. once she was cut off by my shirt she tugged it up and over my head before going back to sucking little hickies on my neck and chest.
my head was tilted to the side, too caught up in irene’s movements to realise that mapi had come forward and pressed her lips to my own.
it took me a second to realise that there were two women kissing me.
irene had dropped her hold on my arms, using them to take my bra off, so i used that to my advantage and tugged on mapi’s shirt, signaling i wanted it off. she smiled into the kiss and pulled back, taking her shirt off and revealing she wasn’t wearing a bra either.
she kissed me again and my hands travelled down to her chest, tracing patterns along her skin before twirling her nipples between my fingers.
she yelped a little at the intrusion, but soon it was my turn because irene had kissed down to my own breasts, swirling her tongue on each nipple and promptly pinching them.
i groaned into mapi’s mouth, as she went back to kissing me. irene continued to suckle on my breast, giving the other one the same attention with her fingers. soon enough, her fingers then trailed lower, down to the waistband of my bike pants.
irene removed her lips from me, looking up at me in question. i looked back down at the pause of movement and gave her the go ahead.
she didn’t waste any time, hooking her fingers in the elastic and tugging the clothing down my legs. mapi had now taken advantage of my unattended nipples, moving her fingers to play with the nubs.
meanwhile irene had knelt down, hands pulling at my thighs. she dipped a finger into my folds, which came out coated in wetness. she sucked the juices off, before pressing a finger lightly onto my clit. that elicited a moan from me and one of my hands went to irene’s hair, pushing her face towards my heat.
she obliged, spreading my legs further and dipping her tongue through my folds. again drawing a moan from me, her tongue slipped down to push lightly against my hole before moving back up to suckle on my clit.
mapi was still kissing me and twirling my nipples between her fingers, which only added to my heightened excitement.
my eyes were closed, squeezed shut, while the only thing i could focus on was the feeling of irene’s mouth on my cunt. just then she brought her fingers up to my entrance, pushing one in.
i gasped at the intrusion, but that quickly melted into a moan when she started pumping it in at a steady rhythm. she added a second finger, stretching me out a little and setting a strong pace, while still toying with my clit in her mouth.
i could tell i was approaching my orgasm, the little coil had started to tighten in my stomach.
“‘m close. keep going, please.”
i was begging, that’s how much i wanted to come. the older woman below me didn’t utter a word, just kept her fingers pumping and mouth suckling.
it wasn’t long before i was practically on the edge, anymore and i’d fall off.
“i’m gonna cum, please can i cum?”
“go ahead, bebita.”
it was mapi who’d answered this time, i had almost forgotten that she’d been playing with my nipples and placing hickies all over me.
then i was coming all over irene’s face. she clearly didn’t care and was lapping it up like it was the last thing she’d ever eat.
once i’d come down from my high, irene picked me up and brought me over to her bed.
“estas bien, amor? lo hiciste muy bien.”
(are you okay, love? you did so well.)
i was tired, flopped on the bed like a rag doll just trying to get my energy back.
“sí, estoy bien. segunda asalto?”
(yes, i’m okay. round two?)
mapi had come to lie on the bed behind me, resting her upper body against the headboard and her legs splayed out on the mattress.
irene then walked over to a small bedside table and opened the drawer.
she pulled out a thick black silicone dick, attached to a harness.
“think you can take this?”
i nodded eagerly, propping myself up on my elbows.
“on your hands and knees. you’re going to make maría come, while i fuck you from behind.”
there was no arguing with her harsh tone. i scrambled onto my knees, kneeling in front of mapi. she’d managed to get her sweats off then, leaving her naked on the bed.
i looked back at irene, who was securing the harness.
“don’t look at me, get started.”
i didn’t think twice, arching my back and shoving my face in between mapi’s legs to lick a long stripe up her cunt. she instinctively widened her legs for me, grinding her hips towards my face.
i could feel irene up behind me then, the tip of her strap pressing against my entrance. she manoeuvred it so the tip was half in, then slowly pushed the rest in.
the girth of the silicone toy stretched me wide, i let out a little whine at the slight pain.
however irene continued, she set a slow pace to start, thrusting in then pulling out. thrusting in, pulling out.
i was still buried in between mapi’s legs, lapping at her clit, and pushing my tongue against her entrance every so often. her hands hand found their way to my hair, grasping it in her long fingers and pushing my face further into her cunt.
irene sped up gradually, until she was fully fucking me from behind. you could hear the slaps from her strap connecting with my ass every time she thrusted forward.
“‘m close, again. please don’t stop.”
i lifted my head to plead irene to keep going.
“make maría cum first. then you can cum.”
irene denied my pleads, slowing her thrusts slightly as i, desperately, licked, suckled and fucked mapi.
my hand, both of which were holding mapi’s legs wide open, came down to push into mapi’s entrance. i started with two fingers immediately, which left her whining before that turned into a moan.
i could tell she was so close, constantly grinding down on my face, chasing her own high.
it didn’t take long before she came crashing down, spreading her juices all over my face. i licked them all up, before pulling my fingers out and sucking the wetness off them too.
at the same time, irene had sped up again, added her own fingers to my clit, rubbing deliberate circles against my nub. i could feel myself hurtling towards my orgasm, with the coil in my belly tightening quickly.
“i’m coming- can i cum?”
“yes bebita, cum for me.”
irene praised me, thrusting into me hard and fast to bring me to the edge.
i fell over that edge just as quickly, letting my high crash over me like a wave. irene slowed down her pace, fucking me through the orgasm.
then she slowly pulled out, unclipping the harness and setting it down on her table.
“mis buenas chicas. estoy muy orgullosa de ti.”
(my good girls. i’m so proud of you.)
irene went to grab a damp washcloth and came back to clean both me and mapi up, pressing kisses on both our foreheads.
#woso#woso x reader#woso community#woso smut#irene paredes#mapi leon#irene paredes x reader#mapi leon x reader#irene paredes imagine#mapi leon imagine
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Irene Paredes NSFW Alphabet (18+, minors DNI!)
A: Aftercare
She’s very sweet after sex and will call many different cute names while you catch your breath
B: Body Part (their favorite body part of themselves and their partner)
Irene’s favorite body part is her arms, she always shows off in the gym when she catches you staring at her rather than doing your own workout
Her favorite body part of yours is your thighs, she loves leaving little kisses and hickies on the inside of your thighs when she’s going down on you
C: Cum (anything to do with cum)
Loves making out with you right after making you cum with her mouth
D: Dirty Secret
She loves when you ride her strap because it allows her to watch your expressions change
E: Experience (Are they experienced? Do they know what they are doing?)
Irene knows what she’s doing!
F: Favorite Position
Irene likes being able to watch you as she’s fucking you
G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)
She’ll make a few cute jokes after sex but during, she’s way more serious
I: Intimacy (How intimate are they during the moment?)
Sex with Irene is very intimate at all times
J: Jack off (Masturbation HC)
Doesn’t have an opinion, if you need to get yourself off she’s not going to stop you
K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Praise kink, she loves hearing you whine when she tells you how good you’re being for her
L: Location (Favorite place to have sex)
Your apartment mainly but any time you two are roommates during away games works too
M: Motivation (What turns them on?)
If you kiss her neck, it drives her crazy
N: No (Something they wouldn't do)
She doesn’t want to share you with anyone, only she can see and touch you like that
O: Oral (Preference on giving or receiving)
Giving, Irene loves going down on you
P: Pace (Fast & Rough? Slow & Sensual?)
It’s always sensual but the pace changes depending on the day
Q: Quickie (Thoughts on quickies)
Doesn’t really like them because she hates not being able to take her time with you
R: Risk (Are they open to experimenting)
She’s willing to try anything you bring up but she knows what she does and doesn’t like
S: Stamina (How many rounds)
You two go for 3-4 rounds, sometimes more if you two have been apart for a long time
T: Toys
She just has a strap she uses all the time
U: Unfair (Do they like the tease)
Irene teases you sometimes but she mainly sticks to praising you or calling you sweet names
V: Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make)
Irene’s not the loudest, you’re definitely the louder one between the two of you
W: Wild Card (Random HC)
One of her favorite sights is you riding her strap with your head thrown back while she has a tight grip on your hips
Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
It’s in the middle, she loves having sex with you but she also just loves relaxing with you doing nothing
Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)
She falls asleep after you so however long it takes you, is how long it takes her
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La Princesa • Barcelona Femení
Sorry for disappearing for a few days, had to catch up on some of my exams.
Hope you enjoy this fluff bomb!
“I have really been enjoying all the requests you have been writing especially 'your four tigers'. Could I request a second part to 'your four tigers' with the four taking care of R while she has a concussion.”
Part 1 Your Four Tigers
Word count: 740
“bebe somnoliento” Irene muttered into your hair as she held you close. You sighed comfortably in your position, laid over Mapi and Irene’s laps.
You had gotten a concussion during a game the other day after a hard collision and you were definitely not handling it well. At least you had the day off for today to get through the harder part of it. Your four protectors have not left your side since, except Alexia who was at rehab right now.
Ana-maria comes back in the room with a glass of water as she hands you a pill.
“Take it Y/N/N.” she told you as she nodded. You eye the pill for a second, but when you part your lips a hand on your wrist stops you from popping it into your mouth. You both look up at Irene questioningly.
“Ana, she's already had enough pain killers. We’re not going to drug her into oblivion!” she scolds with a pointed look when the blonde throws her arms up.
“But she’s still in pain! I don’t want her in pain.” she says, calming a bit and staring back at Irene.
You look between the two of them before looking over at Mapi for help, she only laughs at your expression.
“No can do cariño.” she shrugs and you huff at her, moving off your teammates’ lap. Conversation between Ana and Irene comes to a halt as they watch your every move. Standing up you reach for the glass that was now set on the coffee table and drink it all. As you move your head from its tilted back position you suddenly feel even more dizzy than before and stumble forwards a bit.
All three girls spring to their feet but it’s Mapi who reaches out to grab your hips and steady you. You lean back into her body, your lip quivering.
It's only been a day and you were already so tired of this concussion. Mapi shushes you, pulling you with her to the bed of the hotel room. She sits down at the headboard and pulls you into her lap, your back against her chest. She tightens her arms around you and mumbles something to you.
The other two look at each other with a shrug. They settle either side of you and turn on the TV at a low volume hoping it would take your mind off and the last of the pain meds would finally kick in.
Sure enough a good 40 minutes later you were sound asleep in Mapi’s hold, your hand in Ana’s and Irene’s fingers running through your hair. You had no idea how they all managed to be so close to you without practically sitting on each other, but the three of them didn’t mind. Their priority was you.
A soft knock on the door has you groaning at the sound and turning, your head falling to Ana’s shoulder. Mapi is quick to lean down to press a kiss to your cheek knowing it comforted you. She looks over at Irene expectantly and the defender gets up with a playful roll of her eyes, opening the door.
Alexia stood with a smile on her face at the prospect of finally getting to see you, she had been at rehab for most of the day and she missed having her bebé close to her. She walks past Irene and to the bed, staring at the three of you with a fond look.
It was adorable how the tough looking Mapi and stubborn Ana-Maria held you close to themselves like you were their own little teddy bear. Irene gives the girl a gentle nudge towards the bed and she doesn’t have to be told twice as she crawls up the bed and into the small space Ana had made for her.
Your eyes flutter open at the familiar smell of Ale and you smile at her lazily.
“Ale” you whisper faintly as you move from Mapi and practically collapse on top of your captain, cuddling close to her with your head in the crook of her neck.
Alexia doesn’t pay any mind to the scoffs let out by the other three, too focused on your sleepy face as she runs her hand up and down your back.
“Of course all she needed was Alexia.” one of them says, shaking their head with a tiny smile.
“She really is the princesa.”
#woso x reader#woso one shot#woso imagine#alexia putellas imagine#alexia putellas x reader#mapi leon x reader#irene paredes x reader#ana maria crnogorcevic x reader#barca femení x reader#futbol16
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Can I request a teen barca reader high on meds or wisdom teeth being taken out ...she is being funny and chaos and causing trouble ??
I Want Ingrid
Barcelona Femeni x Teen Reader
Word Count: 1.9k
You whined as you rubbed your cheeks again. The pain in your gum was getting worse every day. You had complained to Alexia way too many times, as now you were sitting inside a dentist's office waiting to get your wisdom teeth out.
Alexia signed you in and filled out all your papers. You always refused to go anywhere on your own, and she still had to make your doctor appointments too.
Unfortunately for you, Patri and Mapi were coming too. Mapi was bored with Ingrid being gone, so she needed entertainment, and Patri just wanted to go to get videos of you embarrassing yourself.
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You sat anxiously in the lobby, waiting for your name to be called. "You'll be fine; they're going to drug you up anyway; you'll be asleep." Patri tried comforting you.
"What if I die from blood loss?" Patri rolled her eyes. "Stop making more stuff up; you're scaring yourself."
"Y/N," you jumped hearing your name. You remained stuck in your seat, Alexia having to pull you up and guide you to the room. "You'll be okay," she tried comforting you as you sat down in the dental chair.
"I'm scared," you admitted. "You'll be okay; think of it like this. You get out of training for a week, and I'll even convince Jonatan to let you choose the drills; you can make Patri and Pina run extra." You smiled at that.
“I’ll be waiting for you, Carino; don’t bite the dentist,” she warned you. “I’ll try."
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Patri and Mapi ran like little kids to see you when they were called to get you. "Hello, Amiga," your eyes lit up seeing Patri. You tried getting up to pull her into a hug but almost tripped.
“Por favor, mantente sentada,” the lady told you. You found her very attractive. "Yes, ma'am,” you immediately said. Mapi’s eyes widened. You didn’t even listen to Alexia, and for some reason you were listening to a random lady.
"Patri,” you ‘whispered’ when you were practically yelling. “Your yelling,” she pointed out. “The lady is attractive,” Mapi bursted out laughing quickly getting her phone out.
“Is she?” You nodded. “Miss lady,” you said to the woman who found this very intriguing. “Si?” “Eres muy bonita”
“That’s enough,” Alexia stepped in, gently grabbing your wrist to help you up. “You ruined my rizz,” you muttered. Alexia didn’t understand what you just said, but she just let it go.
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As Alexia did the final forms, Patri took you and led you outside. You giggled as you tried getting out of her grip. "Away," you mumbled. Patri smirked and shook her head. "If I went away, Alexia would kill me."
You grumbled angrily when she held the back of your shirt to make sure you wouldn't run away while her and Mapi talked and waited for Alexia to come out.
"Stop," Mapi said sternly. You glared at her and smacked Patri's hand; she pulled it away, wincing in pain.
"Ay!" She yelled as you started running. Well, you tried to run, but she easily caught up to you and grabbed your shoulder. You tried bending over to flip her over your shoulder, but that just turned into you falling forward and taking her down with you.
You both fell down, with Patri landing right on your back and quickly rolling off to check on you.
"Y/N!" Alexia yelled, helping you up to make sure you didn't land on your face. "What the hell was that?" Patri mumbled as Mapi helped her up.
"Patri, you have to be careful; what if she landed on her face? She was going to have to go back in when she barely came out," Alexia scolded her.
Mapi held in her laugh. "This is the only reason I came," you looked at her confused, "Didn't you come because you miss Ingrid?" You asked innocently, not thinking those words would hurt the older woman. Mapi frowned and went silent at that. You frowned, noticing her demeanor change.
"I miss Ingrid too, Ingrid!" You yelled her name, acting like she would just magically appear. "We can call her later, Chica. Come on" Alexia put an arm around your waist and led you back to the car. She decided it would be better to put you in the front.
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After having to fight you about putting on your seatbelt since you didn't want it, she was finally able to start the car.
Patri was texting everyone updates about you while Mapi was calling someone. "Hola amor!" She said joyfully when that person answered. You looked at her weirdly, ready to yell at her if she was calling someone else other than Ingrid Amor.
"Mapi, where's the baby?" You gasped upon hearing the voice. "Is that Ingrid?" You reached out for Mapi's phone, tearing up when she refused to give it to you. "I want Ingrid!" You started crying.
"Mapi, let me see her." "But-" "Mapi. We can talk later; let me see her before she throws a tantrum." Mapi sighed but handed you the phone. You snatched it away from her.
"Ingrid!" You yelled again. "Inside voices, Nina," Alexia said softly, smiling at how your eyes lit up seeing Ingrid.
You decided to take out your guazes that the lady had told you to keep inside your mouth. "No!” Alexia shouted, about to grab them, but quickly restrained herself, remembering they were bloody.
“Put them back in your mouth,” you pouted at her, then at Ingrid. “Listen to her,” Ingrid said strictly, so you listened.
"How are you feeling?" "My mouth hurts, and Alexia doesn't want to give me a milkshake." Ingrid shook her head with a laugh, making you tear up.
"Are you laughing at me?" You cried, everyone's eyes went wide, and Alexia quickly parked again and took the phone away from you. "Carino, she's not laughing at you," she said, trying to come up with something.
"I'm laughing because of a funny video of Mapi falling. Want to see it?" You quickly nodded, and Mapi scowled, knowing she was about to be teased by everyone in this car and everyone on the team later on since Patri was for sure going to tell everyone and somehow get that video.
"Okay, why don't you give the phone back to Mapi, and I'll send you the video, yeah?" You nodded. Alexia gave the phone back to Mapi and wiped your tears as you got your phone out and clumsily went to yours and Ingrid's contact.
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You spent the next 10 minutes giggling over and over again at Mapi's fall video. Mapi was grumpy in the backseat; she even hung up on Ingrid.
"Amiga, send me the video, please." You nodded at Patri's words and did it. "I hate you," Mapi told Patri. "Ay, were teammates; we can't hate each other," Patri teased. "Plenty of teammates do," Mapi countered.
"Y/N! You sent it to the team group chat!" Mapi yelled as she got the notification of the video. You teared up at the fact that she yelled at you again. "Mapi, don't yell at her," Alexia scolded her.
"But-" "it's not her fault you decided to be clumsy and fall." Mapi scowled. You turned to her and laughed right in her face.
"Can we get milkshakes now?" You asked Alexia again, who sighed and shook her head. "No, now both of you stop talking or you're not getting milkshakes at all for the next week," you and Mapi quickly shut up. The only sound in the car now was Patri's laughter at the video and your guys phones going off with everyone reacting to it.
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"Come on, Amiga," Patri huffed as she tried dragging you out of the car. You decided to curl up in a ball and kick at her every time she tried grabbing you, though. "Please," she tried again, grabbing you by your shoulders, making you kick her again.
She groaned when you got her right in the stomach and bent over. "She's your job," she told Mapi, walking inside. It was the only job Alexia had given them while she went to start the soup for you.
Mapi huffed and tried now, and you did the same thing you did to Patri, she sighed in relief when she saw Irene's car pull up.
"She's yours," she said, standing aside. She had never seen you misbehave around Irene, and she knew it would never happen because you were terrified of Irene.
"Come on, Bebe," Irene said gently. You quickly raised your arms to be picked up. She laughed, shaking her head before, lifting you up. You rested your head on her shoulder and let yourself be settled on the couch.
"I don't know why she's so bipolar." Mapi mumbled, "Mapi!" She heard you yell, and she found how you sounded funny considering your words were all mumbled.
"Yes, Pequena," she said, quickly making her way over to you. "Where's Ingrid?" You asked, "Norway with her family." "But I want her."
"Me too," Mapi simply said, ready to go outside to cry over Ingrid being gone. "I want her though, please, Mapi," you whined. "I can't do anything; I don't get why you're so obsessed with my girlfriend."
"She's tall, comfortable to lay on, smells good, and speaks like 3 languages, of course I'm obsessed with her," you said.
"Do you have a crush on Ingrid?" Mapi asked suspiciously, you gave her a look of disgust, then bursted into a fit of giggles.
"Who else is tall on the team?" You asked Patri, starting to think of everyone. "Salma, Irene, Caroline, and Fridolina," Patri listed out. Your eyes lit up at Fridolina's name.
Tall, speaks 3 languages, comfortable to lay on, and also smells good. "I want Fridolina," you whined to Alexia, who sighed and grabbed her phone.
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Poor Fridolina didn't know what she got herself into. Right when she stepped in the door, you ran and jumped on her.
"Frido! I love you!" Alexia watched, amused, as Frido tried to put you down, but you held on to her tighter. "Bebe, sit down and leave the poor girl alone; the soup is ready, and you're allowed to eat now."
"Finally, they starved me, Frido," you whined to the tall girl. You were in some pain, but Alexia promised she would give you painkillers after you ate.
You finally let Frido set you down on the couch and pushed Patri away so Frido could take her spot. Patri huffed and moved to the other couch beside Mapi.
They all watched as you struggled to use your spoon properly. Patri and Mapi were trying to hold in their laughs, knowing if you saw them laughing at you, it would end in you crying and Alexia kicking them out.
"Carino, do you need me to feed you?" Irene asked, Patri snorted and quickly got up to use the bathroom when you looked at her.
"No, I'm not a baby," you whined when you spilled some of the soup on your shirt. "Dang it, this is Aitana's shirt," you mumbled.
Mapi sighed in frustration at your stubbornness and got up to snatch your plate away and feed you herself. "Want me to do the airplane?" She asked teasingly.
"If someone is going to feed me, it's not going to be you." "Fine, who do you want to feed you then?" You were lucky you were hurt, or else Mapi would have shoved the soup down your throat by now.
"Keira," you answered, "We are not calling anymore people for you." She looked to Alexia for support, but the midfielder was already on the phone with Keira, asking her to come over.
Mapi sighed; it was going to be a long week.
#woso x reader#woso#barcelona femeni#woso fanfics#barcelona femeni x reader#ingrid engen#mapi leon#alexia putellas#patri guijarro#irene paredes
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Hi I’m the anon that asked for the Barca x injured teen reader. Maybe you could do one where she is at a game and she breaks her wrist but no one else notices it so she keeps playing and after the game she leaves quickly and no one really thinks anything of it. So when she comes to practice the next day after she had taped her wrist they see her take medicine for the pain and they all ask why she took it but the coach calls them to the field before they can get it out of her. And then during practice she avoiding gõing shoulder to shoulder with anyone and anything related to her wrist. And when she tries to leave alexia grabs her wrist tõ stop her and then that obviously is painful for her and then she tries to say it’s just a bruised but they make her take the tape off and it’s clearly broken. So then they all scõld her and then take care of her.
Sorry if any wõrds are misspelled English isn’t my first language Portuguese is:)
Barcelona Femeni x Injured Teen Reader
Summary: request
TW: injury, pain medication
WC: 1,535
A/N: All the Catalan is google translated so sorry if its all wrong.
As you stepped onto the hallowed pitch of Camp Not, the atmosphere was electric with the anticipation of El Clásico. The sun had set behind the iconic stadium, casting a warm embrace on the sea of passionate fans draped in the famous Blaugrana. The buzz of excitement echoed through the air as you felt the weight of the historic rivalry pulsating through your veins.
In the 56’ minute, a breakaway opportunity unfolded before you. The crowd’s roars intensified as you sprinted past defenders. The rhythmic pounding of your heart echoes in your ears. The goal was within reach and there was no defender left.
BANG.
It took you and the crowd that had gone quiet a hot second to grasp what had just happened. Just as you prepared to unleash your shot, Misa had lunged forward with a desperate tackle. The impact was fierce, sending a shockwave through your body as you hit the ground, left arm first. You knew you had done something to your wrist, you could feel an odd sensation but the adrenaline hadn’t allowed the pain to kick in yet.
As you began to rise, a familiar and reassuring hand touched your shoulder. It was Alexia. She had a concern etched on her face. Alexia had taken you under her wing since the moment you joined Barca.
“Estàs bé?" she asked, her voice filled with worry.
(Are you alright)
You nodded yes not wanting to worry her.
“Estàs segura, necessites tractament?” she asked once more, clearly not convinced.
(Are you sure, do you need treatment?)
“I’m fine Alexia, prometo.”
(promise)
Alexia, though still not fully convinced, helped you up from the ground.
While you were down, Misa was sent off with a red card, and Barca was granted a penalty. Although you had anticipated Alexia would be the one to take the shot, she placed the ball on the spot and walked over to you.
“Llança el penal, et mereixes el gol." Alexia whispered to you.
(Take the penalty, you deserve the goal.)
You stepped up to the spot, the taste of adrenaline lingering on your tongue, as the weight of the moment settled on your shoulders. The stadium had seemed to hold its breath, and the intensity of this rivalry hung in its air. The replacement goalkeeper eyed you with a mix of anticipation and defiance as you took your stance.
Time seemed to stretch, and then, with a powerful strike, you sent the ball soaring into the back of the net. The roar of the crowd erupted and your teammates rushed in to celebrate. A surge of endorphins flooded your body, allowing you to completely forget about the painful feeling of your left wrist.
The deafening cheers echoed for a final time around Camp Nou as the the final whistle blew. The elation of the win washed over you, the exhilaration of success mingling with the exhaustion of the 90+ minutes.
However, as the adrenaline began to subside, the sharp pain in your leg wrist amplified. The celebration continued around you, teammates hugging and supporter chanting but the physical toll of the game lingered. Even the throbbing discomfort in your wrist, you soldiered on, smiling through the festivities, each handshake and hug causing you to wince. The pain continued to become more pronounced until you couldn’t take it anymore. You had completely ignored everyone during the group huddle, your only wish was to escape and find something to soothe your pain.
As your teammates continued their celebration, you quietly excused yourself, slipping away from them. The adrenaline that once fuelled your every sprint and kick now transformed into a quiet determination to reach the sanctuary of the changing room.
Sitting in your cubby, you cradled your wrist, wincing ever so slightly as you attempted to examine it. There was already a numbness in your fingers and a dark purple bruise forming around.
You didn’t want to tell the girls, you justified it as you not wanting to rain on their parades, so to speak but you were afraid of their reactions, and how’d they blow it all out of proportion.
With a deep breath, you carefully peeled off your jersey, feeling the residual warmth of the game against your skin. Even as you gingerly worked your way out of the uniform, the pain hadn’t subsided.
The next morning, the broken wrist made its presence known as you got ready for practice. The bruising had gotten worse and you had practically no sensation in your fingers.
You knew you couldn’t skip practice but you weren’t sure how you’d be able to hide your injury and practice with it. You had at least made the right decision to tape it, wrapping the across the palm, and snaking up your forearm. You’d also chosen to take a couple of paracetamols to mask the pain.
As you stepped into the locker room, the intricate tape job on your broken wrist didn’t escape the notice of your teammates. Their eyes flickered towards the your heavily wrapped-up wrist as you rummaged through your bag for medication as the dose you’d taken earlier began to wear off.
A curious silence fell over the room, broken by Mapi’s concerned voice.
“Una mica dur ahir a la nit, eh?” Mapi’s eyes focused on the tape, her expression a mix of worry and curiosity. Irene, Marta and Ingrid exchange glances realizing something wasn’t quite right.
(Bit rough last night huh?)
You dismissed it with a nonchalant shrug, hoping to not bring anymore attention. “Oh, just a knick, nothing major.”
The raised eyebrows and exchanged glances continued as your teammates weren’t convinced. Lucy leaned in, her voice both playful but concerned. “That’s some serious tape artistry. You’re practically a mummy.”
Attempting to defect, you chuckled, “Yeah, just want to be safe. No big deal.”
“Potser hauries de fer que el fisio t'ho revisi, només per estar-ne segur". Irene chimed in.
(Maybe you should have the physio check it out, just to be sure)
"Ignoring injuries doesn't help anyone elskling. We need you in top form for the next match." Ingrid added.
Alexia, who had been quietly observing, narrowed her eyes. She didn’t press the matter but her gaze lingered on your taped wrist.
Jonas saved you from further interrogation. His voice echoed through the locker room, calling everyone to the field. You seized the opportunity to divert attention and escaped.
During practice, you found yourself instinctively avoiding any situation that could potentially jeopardize your wrist. When Lucy threw ball at you, heading for your left side, you skillfully used your other hand to intercept it, earning a few puzzled glances from your teammates, especially Alexia.
In a passing drill, you subtly adjusted your positioning, ensuring that your injured wrist wouldn't bear the brunt of any unexpected tackles or collisions. The awareness of your own vulnerability cast a shadow over the otherwise routine exercises, and Alexia's concerned gaze intensified as she observed your every move.
Later, during a scrimmage, a teammate passed the ball to you with a bit too much force. You managed to control it with your good hand, but the wince didn't escape Alexia's watchful eyes. The unease among your teammates grew, their suspicions fueled by your efforts to shield the injured wrist.
As practice wrapped up, you made a discreet attempt to slip away hoping to avoid any direct confrontation about your wrist. Alexia, not done with questioning you, reached out and gently grabbed your injured wrist to stop you from leaving. The sharp intake of breath, small shout of pain and the involuntary flinch betrayed you.
"Què està passant? Has estat evitant el teu canell durant tota la pràctica. Deixa'm fer-li una ullada" Alexia asks with a strong authority.
(What happened? You've been avoiding your wrist the entire practice. Let me take a look at it.)
Still desperately trying to downplay the severity, you attempt a reassuring smile, “it’s just a bruise, really. Like I said, no big deal. Prometo.”
(Promise)
But Alexia was less than unconvinced.
“Deixa de mentir-me. Treu la cinta i ensenya'm el teu canell.” she demanded
(Stop lying to me. Take off the tape and show me your wrist.)
Reluctantly, not seeing a way out of it now, you began unwrapping the carefully layered tape. As the layers peeled away, it became ever more glaringly evident that it was far more than just a cruise. The visible swelling, discolouration and the cautious way you handled your wrist spoke volumes. Alexia’s expression softened immediately.
“Està trencada.” She stated with a gentle but stern certainty, her hand resting on your now exposed wrist. Alexia’s initial concern transformed into a mixture of disappointment and frustration as the reality of your broken wrist became undeniable.
(It's broken.)
“Per què no m'ho vas dir?” She questioned, her tone carrying a mix of hurt and anger. The weight of her disappointment was palpable, and it hit you harder than you’d expected.
(Why didn't you tell me?)
Caught in the crossfire of emotions, you couldn’t find the words to explain. The attempt to protect you teammates from worry had backfired, leaving you exposed and vulnerable. As Alexia’s frustration lingered, you gelt a torrent of emotions overwhelming you. The facade you had maintained crumbled, and you broke down.
Alexia, not intending to hurt you with her words immediately softened. She pulled you into a tight embrace, making sure you wrist was in a safe place.
"Anem a arreglar-te el canell. D'acord?” She guided you to the medical staff, her presence a silent reassurance amid your mental turmoil. The anger was replaced by a quiet understanding and her arms wrapped around your shoulders, offering comfort.
(Let's get your wrist fixed. Ok?)
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teasing
barça femeni x teen!reader
request: here & here
A/N: I bought FIFA23 today cuz i found it for $34, like damn. YES. PLEASE. In the basket 😌 I can now play other games other than hogwarts legacy and forza
TW: coarse language
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As soon as you saw the message, you knew it was over. Your phone was in the hands of Ona who was looking at edits of herself on TikTok with Pina. You attempt to take the phone back, but it’s too late and they’ve already run out of the recreational room to the field where some of the other girls kicking are kicking a ball around.
“Y/N’S GOT A GIRLFRIEND, Y/N’S GOT A GIRLFRIEND!” Ona screams running and kicking the ball out of the way.
Jana and Bruna immediately rush over stealing the phone and opening messages.
“Guys, it’s nothing. Please stop.” You plead, hoping they’ll drop it. Jana looks up and narrows her eyes at you.
“It’s not nothing if this mystery girl has a HEART next to her name. We will not drop this until you tell ussss.” She drags out. You shake your head, before ultimately giving in.
“Fine, it’s just a crush ok? Now please, give me back my phone.” They seem satisfied and you thought it was over until Salma walks over.
“Careful now, don’t push us to the side when you get the girl.” You groan, walking away and flipping them off in the process. Noting that the next time you give someone your phone, to put it on do not disturb.
You look down at the message, finally being able to read it.
‘I just asked my mum and she said I could go! Could you send the ticket through please ;)’ You find yourself blushing as you walk through the doors back into the building, ignoring the curious glances sent your way.
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Over the next couple of days, the teasing became more and more, and you only got more and more frustrated. Even Patri and Asisat joining in. The Nigerian didn’t really comment though, only some remarks and laughing, but it was more funny to you than the pestering of the others.
You didn���t realise that the girls had in fact read the message, you thought they were only focused on the heart next to her name. How wrong you were.
It was after warming-up, everyone was in the locker-room awaiting the speeches from Marta and Jona when Ona came and sat next to you, Claudia on the other side.
“Will we see mystery girl with a heart next to her name today?” Ona says, smirking. You groan.
“You two better not do anything I mean it.” You warn, wanting to be done with everything.
“Come onnn.” Claudia drags out. “I want to meet her.”
“And I don’t want you guys to meet her. Simple.” You say, standing up and walking towards where the tactics were about to be said.
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The game is a good one, a 6-0 win and you play for about 30 minutes. It was comfortable and you laugh to yourself, thinking about how the team only had six subs, and got six goals.
You walk around, greeting and signing things for fans when you see her. The one the girls have been teasing about all week. You smile and hug her.
“Sorry… I’m a bit sweaty.” You blush looking away.
“No, no, it’s ok.” She laughs.
“So uhh, how did you like the game?” You look back up smiling.
“It was a good one, nice assist by the way.” Again, a blush crawls up your neck and to your cheeks. Then, out of nowhere Jana and Bruna are next to you and you look back to see Ona, Patri and Claudia looking at you.
“Maya, this is Jana and Bruna. My teammates and friends.” You introduce, nervous.
“So this is the one with the heart next to her name?” Jana says smugly, before you can object Bruna speaks.
“Found yourself a good one Y/N!”
“Please… not right now. Go away.” You sigh, looking apologetically at Maya who looks slightly uncomfortable.
“Fine, but if you need ANYTHING we will be right over there.” Jana points to where most of the girls are cluttered together, in the cold. She starts to walk away while Bruna stays.
“Bruna what do you want-“ You’re cut off as she manages to lift up your shirt and runs away with it. Back to where you see the other girls are laughing.
“I’m sorry for that, uhh” I look down and feel goosebumps forming all over my body.
“I think I will go. You should probably get warm, it’s cool out here.” You nod slowly, embarrassed by how this turned out.
“Thanks for coming though, hopefully we meet again?” You ask.
“We’ll see.” She smirks. “Bye Y/N.” Maya then turns around and leaves as you sigh for what felt like the millionth time this week. Feeling deflated, you walk back and don’t watch where you’re going.
You bump into Irene out of everyone.
“Lo siento.” You mumble.
“It’s alright- hey what’s wrong?” She grips your forearm assessing your face.
“Nothing, it’s fine.”
“Nena, don’t lie to me. What happened? Where’s your shirt? Aren’t you cold?” She says looking around.
“Just Bruna and Jana being annoying again, don’t worry.” You half-smile.
“What did they do this time? I know they’ve been teasing you about some crush. What is it?”
“Well, that said crush was here and I was talking to her and they came over. I told them to go away then Bruna took my shirt off of me and ran. They completely embarrassed me! I really like her and I just…” You don’t finish the sentence, tears welling in your eyes as your voice breaks.
“I’m gonna go home, bye Irene.” She tries to call out for you but you ignore her retreating to the change rooms and take a hot shower, to ease your thoughts.
Immediately afterwards, you notice the sympathetic looks from your older teammates, but choose to ignore them walking out of the room.
You get in your car, and drive away back to your house where no one can bother you. You were only 17, still finishing school and you live right next door to Irene. Who makes sure you have your shit together, despite objecting to it many times.
Unbeknownst to you, there was a lengthy conversation going on in the locker room after you had left
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Irene’s voice blares through the room startling nearly everyone.
“Claudia, Patri, Jana, Bruna and Ona. You are all staying behind and we are going to have a little talk, got it? Salma you can also stay.” She says, everyone else goes back to doing their thing and immediately the girls know they’re in for it.
Everyone has filed out of the room, bar Alexia, Frido and those told to stay.
“I’m guessing you all know why I have you here, sí?”
They nod their heads.
“So, enlighten me why our teammate and friend has gone home very upset.” Irene makes a point to look at Bruna. But, it’s Salma who speaks up.
“They embarrassed her? I would just like to say I thought it was a stupid idea, I was right since we are standing here right now.” She folds her arms, trying to look tough.
“You may not have been this time, but you ALL have been teasing her all week. She had tears in her eyes and couldn’t even look at me. So each one of you will apologise.” Then Claudia speaks up.
“What about Asisat?” Frido answers the striker.
“She did much less damage, you will apologise and that’s it. That’s all you have to do.” The girls nod their heads meekly and then Alexia speaks up.
“Jana, Bruna. I expected better from both of you. Let this be a lesson for when things go too far. Patri, aren’t you old enough to not mingle with a teenagers love life?” Her jaw drops and solemnly nods.
“Ok then, if anyone is going to apologise. The best time is right now. Follow Irene and get it over with so she can’t hold something against you for a longer time than necessary.” Alexia finishes and then walks out with Frido.
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You’re interrupted from your movie by knocking on your door. It’s 10pm, so options were limited. You find out when you open it that it’s Jana, Bruna, Ona, Salma, Patri and Claudia.
“What are you guys doing here?” You ask skeptically.
“Well we felt bad, and after a scolding from Irene we thought we’d come apologise. Sorry that we embarrassed you in front of if your crush, and I’m sorry I took your shirt off.” Bruna says with an apologetic smile.
“It’s ok, thanks for stopping by.” You knew it was genuine, so you felt better now.
“We got you a little something though.” Ona states, matter-of-factly. Then she gives you the bag she’s holding which has 2 Winnie the pooh plushies (one of Eeyore and one of pooh reading a book to piglet), along with different snacks.
“This is… thanks guys. Thanks a lot.” You take a look at the plushies, staring at how cute the one is where Pooh is reading to piglet. (i have this irl if anyone wants a photo 🤷)
“So, did you get the girl amiga?” Jana asks. You nod.
“We’re gonna go out some other time, not sure when. But yeah should be fun.” You don’t know why you told them that but you have a little feeling that they won’t tease you about it this time. Not if Irene can stop it anyways.
“Well, we will get leaving. See you at recovery then Y/N.” Salma says.
“Bye guys, thanks again!” They all walk out and Irene walks in.
“Looks like my plan worked huh?” You smile.
“Thanks but really, I was fine.” She quirks an eyebrow.
“Really? Because you were almost crying Cariño. I just came to make sure they stuck to their word, and they did.” You nod.
“As for those chocolates, no eating until cheat day alright?” You rolls your eyes.
“Fine, can I finish my movie now?” She laughs.
“Sure, I’ll get back now, be safe. I love you, the team cares and if you are ever feeling down again. Or feel sad because of what teammates say. Do not hesitate to tell me.” You nod and whisper and thank you as she kisses the top of your forehead and leaves. You love this team, you really do.
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worry about them
barca femeni x reader [platonic]
r pretends she isn't sick. when it becomes obvious she is, her teammates fuss over her. general sickfic things [nausea, passing out, throwing up, etc.] angst x fluff :)
You woke up feeling awful. Really, truly awful. Every flu symptom, you had. Headache. Stuffy nose. Sore throat. Cough. Nausea. You'd been running yourself ragged in the past few weeks, but it wasn't your fault. Half of the team's defenders were out, and you had been playing every minute of every game. You couldn't afford to be sick. You pulled yourself out of bed, splashing some cool water on your face, hoping to reduce the fever you definitely had, before slowly moving through your morning routine.
It was a good thing you got up early, because it took you extra long with how slow you were moving. You needed coffee, but you didn't think your stomach could handle it, so you choked down as much breakfast as you could, and then headed out the door.
On your way, you contemplated what would happen when you turned up to practice sick. No team in the past had ever cared that you were sick; you were young, barely 19, and strong, and you could push through, they said. There was a lot of that from them.
Since arriving in Barcelona, all of these ideas had been challenged; by your teammates, captains, coaches, and the team psychologist. So normally, you wouldn't have bothered to hide how sick you were, because no one would care. You had a sneaking suspicion, though, that everyone would care this time. You didn't want to let the team down, couldn't let the team down. You were fine. You could push through, you had before. You resolved to act as not sick as a person could.
Pulling into the parking lot, you mustered your energy, grabbing your bag and heading into the building. As you reached the door, a body flew onto your back, and you almost fell forward, balance all messed up because of your illness. Pina cackled in your ear, and you righted yourself, shrugging her off of you.
"Hola pequeña," she teased, and you sighed. The older girls all called you that, and recently, Pina and the younger girls had taken to calling you it too, seeing as though you were younger than them.
"Hola," you greeted, wincing slightly at the pain talking induced in your throat, and the raspy sound of your voice. You made to keep walking but Patri was whirling you around before you could.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked, eyes squinting with concern.
"Nothing, I'm fine." you replied, maybe a touch too defensively. Patri removed her hand from your shoulder, and looked suspiciously at you, but allowed you to keep going. You made it into the locker room without anymore issues, but your luck ended there. Ingrid caught you sneaking a cough drop out of your bag, and Irene was watching you with narrowed eyes, seeing through your lies in a way only a mother could. She wasn't your mother, but try telling her that.
You felt a coughing fit coming on, so you slipped into the hall with your water, trying to keep it quiet. When you stopped coughing, you found Alexia and Marta standing across from you, watching you with concerned expressions.
"Are you sick pequeña?" Alexia asked.
"No! No, I just choked on my granola bar." You lied. Alexia looked like she was about to push, but someone called to her from the end of the hall, and she walked off, leaving you with a warning look.
Before Marta could ask a question, you rushed back into the locker room, throwing yourself head first into the chaos, until it was time to head to the pitch. The gym session was fine. A little tough, but you managed well, symptoms fading slightly as you worked out, body focusing on the task at hand. The only thing not getting better was how hot you were; well it did, just as you headed out for a scrimmage, and you felt suddenly cold. You thought you'd cooled down, but when your teeth started chattering, you realized your fever had increased.
"You look warm," Lucy commented, always enjoying making fun of you for having a lower heat tolerance than her. You didn't dignify her with a response, shooting her a glare instead. She responded by putting her hands up in surrender, feigning an innocent expression. As you felt worse, you grew more irritated. It took everything in you not to shove Pina to the ground when she was placed on your team and jumped, once again onto your back. Instead, you gritted your teeth and took it.
You successfully made it through the gym session, but it didn't seem that you were going to make it through the scrimmage. Your head was pounding as you ran, and you could barely focus on the ball. You were breathing heavily through your mouth, because your nose was so stuffed up, and you could feel Ingrid and Ona looking at you weirdly when they got close to you. Still, none of this was a practice ending issue on it's own.
Your fever must have just gotten too high, or you weren't inhaling enough oxygen, because one minute you were chasing after a long pass from Ingrid, and the next second, you were laying face down on the ground, head now pounding from where it had smacked on the ground. Moving felt like it would take too much energy, and you could hear people approaching, so you let yourself lay, limp, knowing that your game was up.
Mariona had been marking you, and you felt her hands on your back, before her naturally loud voice filled your ears. You flinched at the sound.
"Ay, pequeña, what's happened?" she asked. You could only groan in response, and Mario rubbed your back sympathetically.
"Roll over, y/n," Ingrid said, her voice coming from the other side of your body. You shook your head, feeling too weak to move. "Come on," she said, grabbing your shoulder and pushing you onto your back. You covered your face with your arm, the light suddenly too much. You tried to push away the hand that rested on your forehead, but you weren't successful.
"She's got a fever, I think," Ingrid announced, and Marta and Irene let out indignant noises.
"I knew she was sick," Marta shouted. You were in the process of raising your hand to flip her off, Ingrid grabbing it in mid air, and scolding you, when you heard the sound of the medics bag jingling as they approached. They cleared everyone out of the way, save for Ingrid, and got you off the pitch quickly. Ingrid may as well have been carrying you as they led you inside, wanting to get you out of the heat as fast as possible.
They settled you on a table in the recovery room, lights off, fan blowing on you, and you cracked your eyes open to find one physio writing furiously on a clipboard, and Ingrid watching you, one eyebrow raised.
"Don't tell Ale," you said, and Ingrid scoffed.
"That's exactly what I'm going to do," she said, marching out of the room.
"No. Ingrid. INGRID!" she didn't turn around, and you groaned, rubbing your face harshly.
"You wouldn't be in trouble if you'd just stayed home," the physio mumbled, and you glared at him. Alexia must have been in the gym across the hall, working on her knee recovery, because you could hear her exclaim the minute Ingrid told her what happened. Her footsteps echoed in the hall as she approached the room you were in, and you shrunk against the bed, looking at the door as she pushed it open.
"Idiota," she seethed. "You could have made yourself so much sicker, what were you thinking," she scolded and you stayed silent, not sure what you could say to make her less angry. Your captain walked to your bedside, placing a hand on your forehead, then your cheek, and then your other cheek.
"They're all the same temperature, Ale," you whined, pretending her cool hands didn't feel good on your blazing skin. Alexia just glared at you, before turning to the physio.
"Flu," he said simply. "She's got all the symptoms. We'll have to watch for pneumonia, considering she just did almost a whole practice, but she should be fine to go home for now." You nodded at his words, but Alexia's face only grew angrier. You heard her mumble pneumonia under her breath, before she looked back at you.
"Drink some water, and then we can go."
"...We?" you questioned.
"Si, I am coming with you" she replied, like it was obvious. "And I will probably have a hard time stopping half the team from coming by."
"Alexia, you don't need to come with me, I can take care of myself," you argue, because you could. You weren't a child. Legally, as of this year, because you'd turned 18, but still. An adult was an adult.
Alexia let out a laugh that was really devoid of much humor. "No."
"No? I don't remember asking a question," you snapped, getting annoyed. Alexia was acting like you'd run her over with your car, not told a small lie about how you were feeling.
"Oye, watch it. Little girls who lie about being sick cannot take care of themselves, clearly." she announced sternly, and you glowered at her.
"I am not a little girl," you retorted, crossing your arms in a way that a pouting child would.
"Then act like it." Alexia said, her own arms crossing over her chest. It was silent while you stared at each other, the physio looking awkwardly back and forth. After a minute, you groaned, throwing your head back, and Alexia smiled triumphantly.
"Vamos, nena," Alexia said, the gentle way with which she guided you out of the room completely contrary to how she'd been acting.
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Practice was over by the time Alexia got you moving, and you'd been stopped and scolded by half the team on your way out. The car ride home was foggy, and before you knew it, Alexia was shoving you, fully clothed, into a cold shower, ignoring your protests. It didn't last long, and soon you were out of the shower, and she was instructing you to change, while she went to answer the door. You put on pajamas, sitting on the edge of the bed, feeling miserable, when Alexia returned. Trailing behind her were Lucy, Irene, and Ingrid.
"Have you eaten?"
"You need to drink more water."
"You need to rest, but not with wet hair, that has to dry first."
"Have you taken your temperature again?"
"What are your symptoms?"
All of these questions were posed to you in around less than a minute, and you just blinked at them. Alexia perched in the chair in the corner of the room, content to watch her teammates fuss over you. They practically force fed you soup Irene had brought, as well as multiple glasses of water. Then Ingrid insisted on blowdrying your hair, which you didn't have the energy to protest, even though it would make you hotter. Lucy was lecturing you on the dangers of practicing while sick, which was a surprise, as Lucy didn't seem like the lecturing type. Soon, they were all talking over each other again, and over the hair dryer, and you were overwhelmed, and overstimulated. You just wanted to go to sleep. Helplessly, you turned to Alexia, who spotted the tears in your eyes. Sighing, she rose from her chair.
"Alright, that is enough. She needs to rest." Alexia declared, pushing the girls out of the room. They all complained, sticking their heads back in the room to yell further instructions at you, like you'd never been sick before.
"You can take more cold medicine in 4 hours," Irene called.
"The medicine really dries you out, so drink more water," Ingrid echoed.
"Don't even think about moving from this bed until you're better, y/n, I mean it," Lucy threatened, before Alexia finally shoved them down the hall and out the door. You flopped back onto the bed, letting your eyes flutter shut, hearing the soft patter of Alexia's feet as she reentered the room. She sat next to you on your bed, combing her fingers through your damp hair.
"How are you feeling?" she asked sympathetically.
"Fine," you replied, really just trying to press her buttons.
"Y/n," she warned.
"Bad," you said finally, tears clouding your vision. She carefully wiped them off your cheek.
"Shh, you will feel better soon, I promise. What can I get you, pequeña?"
"Just wanna sleep," you mumbled.
"Okay, sleep. I'll wake you up for dinner."
"Don't have to stay," you said, already burying yourself under your covers, voice muffled by your pillow.
"I'm not going anywhere, unless you want me to call those three psychos back," Alexia stated seriously. That shut you up, or maybe you just fell asleep. Either way, you were silent as Alexia walked back out of the room.
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When you woke up a couple hours later, you were hot. Sticky with sweat, incredibly nauseous, and hot. You kicked the covers off of you, the motion making your stomach turn. You groaned, rolling out of bed and stumbling into your bathroom. You collapsed in front of the toilet, retching, trying to keep the volume down, aware that Alexia was likely still here.
"Pequeña?" she called from your room.
"I'm fine, go away," you responded, before you were sick again.
Alexia didn't listen, rushing into the bathroom, and cooing at your disheveled form on the ground. She knelt next to you, tugging your hair into her hands and tying it back, before letting her hand rest on your back, rubbing softly.
"Ale, please go," you cried in between gags, horribly embarrassed for the older woman to see you like this.
"Shh, calm down, estoy aqui," she soothed, ignoring your pleas. She stayed with you until you were done, letting you slump against her, completely drained. Her hand once again came up to feel your forehead, and you couldn't help the whimper of relief you let out at the feeling of her cool hand on your skin.
"Oh, pequeña" she sighed. "You would not be this sick if you had stayed home." You opened your mouth to argue, but she cut you off. "We will have a conversation about what you were thinking later, right now you just focus on getting better. Bed?"
"Bed," you agreed pushing the thought of that conversation out of your head. Alexia helped you to your feet, leading you back to your bed, and tucking you in. She moved to lay next to you, flicking on the TV, and encouraging you to snuggle up against her.
"No, Ale, you'll get sick," you argued half heartedly, already moving to rest your head on her lap.
"Do not worry about that, I will be fine." Alexia assured you. Just then, over the noise of the TV, you heard the unmistakable sound of your front door open, and without seeing or hearing them, you knew it was the three girls, returning to check on you. "Worry about that. They went to the store, and I think they are about to fight over who picked the best cold medicine," Alexia chuckled.
You pulled the covers over your head, just as you heard all three girls, in unison, greet you, and launch into their argument as to why you should take the medicine they'd picked out. Always a competition with them, honestly.
It was different, being annoyed that people cared about you, instead of being annoyed they didn't. Not a bad different, just something to get used to. Even if it required scary conversations with your captains where they lectured you about taking care of yourself. Because it was always paired with warm hugs, and reassuring words, promising that they didn't mind taking care of you. If they didn't mind, maybe you shouldn't mind either.
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Begging' On your knees
Summary: mapi had been going out with one of the player's until she randomly just ghosted and broke up with her over text with no explanation whatsoever.
Warning: none and let's not forget everything is fictional !
Basically a mapi x Ingrid x r oc kinda fic,inspired by the song begging on your knees song from victorious.because I recently just restarted it and the song got my attention and i haven't stopped making scenario so here we are with me writing this fic.
You and mapi had been going out together for a while now. especially with you getting called up for the team this season.meaning you both could practice and spend more time together. But recently you've noticed she gotten distant with you but didn't think much of it.
Until she she texted you out of nowhere wanting to break up no explanation or reasoning. You've never felt confused and heartbroken like that before especially when the near end of your season came.
At practice you'd both ignore each other unless you were paired up together for practices game or at matches.
where you'd both need to communicate otherwise no words would be uttered to another. Not until a fellow teammate Lucy had mentioned something.
about new transfers joining in the team . you had no worries cause you've already renewed your contract with the team.
for another two years which was yet to be announced . Nobody really knew about you and mapi. Cause most of the time you and mapi would always flirt and touch each other consensual.
Has spanish people are very affectionate with one another. So no one really thought about it.
but it did go noticed by a few teammates how you both had suddenly stopped interacting that much. Which they planned a get together for the whole team to bound and everything.
sadly you hadn't been able to attend due to your break and you booking a flight to spend time with a few friends from england and to focus more on yourself.
You hadn't been really on social media that much , only on there to post photos dumps of your trip or doing mini tiktoks with friends.
So you don't really know what going on between your teammates back at spain.
but you didn't bear anything in mind and just enjoyed your vacation .
Until that had recently come to an end and it was time for you too get back to spain. You had recently joined back to regular training with the team. it hadn't been a surprise has your renewal was already announced.
You'd already get along with everyone and the new comers getting to know each other and doing small talk. It hadn't been until you'll notice mapi talking to a browned hair girl with light blue eyes .
You've heard that they started talking a while back and recently became official. Angry couldn't even describe what you were feeling, begin able to match the pieces together which was able to explain the distance between you and mapi .and how your relationship went downfall.
It all made sense, you felt hurt betrayed and most definitely used like a recycling bin. If your day couldn't go any worse after crying in the bathroom.
pretending you were okay. Alexia and Irene had planned a get together at a karaoke club bar for all you women.
to get along and know each other and too have fun in general has the team would be having a busy and long week. You couldn't decline the invite.
But had a very tempting idea to get back at mapi. At the karaoke bar everyone was having fun, drinking, dancing and much more. Lucy had spotted you having begin the one to notice the distance between you and mapi
; you've been staring at both of them for a while now said lucy ; you just looked at her and back at them without giving her a reply and just moved up to the stage choosing a song and grabbing the mic.
You had it all
The day you told me, told me you want me
I had it all
But let you fool me, fool me completely
Yeah, I was so stupid
To give you all my attention
'Cause the way you played me' *you said while pointing at mapi *
Exposed your true intentions
And one day
I'll have you begging on your knees for me
Yeah, one day
I'll have you crawling like a centipede
You messed with me' (pointing at yourself)
And messed with her (pointing at Ingrid )
So I'll make sure you get what you deserve
Yeah, one day
You'll be begging on your knees for me
So, watch your back *you get down the stage )
'Cause you don't know when or where I could get you
I've set the trap
And when I'm done, then you'll know what I've been through
So, oh, "Ms. Player"
Do you feel like the man now?
And I bet you're nervous
'Cause this song makes you freak out
And one day
I'll have you begging on your knees for me
Yeah, one day
I'll have you crawling like a centipede
You messed with me
And messed with her ( you said while grabbing Ingrid by her arm and placing it around your shoulder while pointing at her *)
So I'll make sure you get what you deserve
Yeah, one day
You'll be begging on your knees for me
I know I'm being bitter
But I'mma drag you under
'Cause you just don't, don't deserve happy ever after
For what you did to me
After you told me you'd never felt that way
It was only just a game
And one day
And one day
I'll have you begging on your knees for me (begging on your knees for me)
Yeah, one day
Yeah, one day
I'll have you crawling like a centipede (crawling like a centipede)
You messed with me
And messed with her
So I'll make sure you get what you deserve
You'll be begging on your knees for me
You finished by setting the mic down and ; yelling I'll fucking get you back léon;
joining the rest of the girls by dancing and continuing your night drinking and having fun.
While mapi had the look of shock trying to process everything or to get words out of her mouth.
Her friend group around her just gave out a look of disappointment while most of them just laughed at the look of horror she has on her face.
A/n : finally wrote something after not writing for a few months now 😀 I'm happy with how this turned out a lil bit , if you have any ideas for a p2 feel free to share it also wrote this in one sitting so they might be mistakes and of course I'm always happy to get feedbacks .
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𝔹𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕒 𝔽𝕖𝕞 ℍ𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕁𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕟𝕤 (please give me a credit when reposting)
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Being in a relationship with... — Headcanons; The Sextet edition [Love languages]
Alexia: [Physical touch + acts of service] Very family-oriented but no plans on having children. Alexia expresses her love by doing anything she knows you'd like her to do. She also enjoys giving you massages, as she has a constant need for skin-to-skin contact. Intimacy is very important to her. Loves to caress you and to take care of you, especially when you have a day off from work, as she likes to spoil you all day.
Misa: [Words of affirmation + Quality time] Humor is everywhere in your relationship. Misa loves to tell you how much she loves you and how happy she is with you. Because of football duties, she likes to make your time together worth it. Misa enjoys surprising you with cute date ideas. You two like the privacy your home brings you both.
Jenni: [Physical touch + words of affirmation] Jenni always tells you a bunch of jokes. She usually wakes up in a good mood while you tend to be grumpier. And of course, she teases you because of it but she ends up showering you with attention and beautiful compliments. She loves to kiss you everywhere and has a thing for biting you softly, as a way of showing you love.
Irene: [Words of affirmation + Quality time] You both got engaged a few months after knowing each other. Irene is really sweet, way more than she looks like in public. She made you fall in love with her with the way she talked about you. You've never felt someone could love you that well until you met her. You enjoy every moment you spend with her and time flies when you two are together.
Laia: [Receiving/giving gifts + words of affirmation] Adorable pairing. Laia is always laughing about your jokes. She loves to buy you things. She's a good listener so she knows exactly how to surprise you. She has a thing for writing poems about you, making you feel the luckiest person ever. She writes about you so lovingly, her words expressing the love and admiration she has for you.
Mariona: [Quality time + receiving/giving gifts] Love to try new things. Usually cooks for you, especially breakfast and always asks for your opinion. Outdoor dates. Mariona loves to set up a perfect date where you won't stop laughing at her comments, always making time to express the love you both have for each other.
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FC Barcelona (taylor’s version)
Cap a bilbao
Pt. I
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I don't know how I got here either, maybe it's the intense mommy issues or just, idk what...
But I have started simping for Irene Paredes. Am I alone in this? Anybody out here?
#woso#woso x reader#woso imagine#barca femeni#barcelona femeni#barca femeni x reader#irene paredes#hello?#anyone here?
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Mi Vida · Irene Paredes
Request: ”Hiyaaaa, could u do one where the reader suffer a cardiac arrest in the middle of the match and her teammates worries about her (gf a barca girl, one of makes you feel comfortable)”
Hope this turned out okay!
Word count: 1k
Running towards the penalty box you look up just in time to react as Caro crosses the ball to you. The defenders around you are quick to run towards you and you manage to nutmeg two of them before sending a powerful shot towards the goal.
You watch as the ball seems to go a bit too high before descending lower, hitting the crossbar and then the back of the net. Arms open, you catch Caro as she jumps on you, the rest of the team following close as you were now leading 2-0 against Granadilla Tenerife.
A few minutes later the teams are gathered near the goal as they wait for Mapi to take the corner kick.
You stand back a little, the nod of the blonde’s head confirms your plans and you soon receive the ball. Running towards the left goal post you quickly kick the ball towards Mapi and you chest the ball when she passes it back.
The ball bounces on the turf once before Caroline’s foot connects with it and the crowd roars.
Caro turns to where you stood with an excited face before that morphs into confusion. The referee blows her whistle again but she runs towards where she stands, Irene and Mapi sprinting as well.
Running past her she looks after them as the two kneel, it’s only then that she notices your still body splayed out on the ground.
The Barca team moves in sync as they run towards you, everyone trying to help. The two medics arrive soon and it’s only Irene and Mapi that stay kneeled next to you, the rest of your team stand in a circle as they try to block the direct view of you.
They stand holding onto each other's waist, tears running down their faces, many of them looking up to the sky as they pray you’ll be okay.
The crowd is silent as they watch you receive CPR, your body unmoving and the Barcelona girls are sure they’ve never heard Irene sobbing as much as she was right now.
Irene can barely see as her tears blur her sight but she’s still holding onto your head, trying to stabilize it and do as the medical team says. A louder sob rips through her as they still don’t feel your pulse coming back and Mapi clenches her jaw at the sound.
No one wanted to lose you, you were their family.
“Please bébé, please wake up!” Irene leans down, crying into your neck. She feels your body shake as the medics perform CPR and suddenly your chest moves as you finally breathe.
The team stand a bit more relieved as they make space for the stretcher and they watch with sad faces as you’re rushed off the field and immediately put into an ambulance.
Irene looks towards the bench and as the coach points after the ambulance she doesn’t waste any time as she sprints towards it, barely making it in time to get in and drive away with you.
It only takes 30 minutes for the team to make it to the hospital after an early ending to the game and they stand confused as they spot Irene in one of the chairs outside of what presumably was your room.
The brunette looks up as the team approaches her and she smiles at them tiredly. They fear the worst as she stays silent, but it’s Aitana who speaks up.
“She’s not…” the girl doesn’t finish her question, afraid of the answer she’d receive. Irene is quick to understand what she wants though and stands up abruptly, startling the team.
“No, no she’s okay, they said she’s okay. So she must be okay, right?” she rants nervously. Mapi raises her eyebrows at her words.
“You haven’t been in there?” she only receives a shake of the head.
“Is she awake?” a nurse walking by hears the question and stops as she explains that you were awake just resting and if they wanted to see you they could.
The team makes their way into your room in groups of four and you’re sure you’ve seen everyone except the one person you wanted to see the most when waking up.
“She’s asking for you, you know.” Caro tells Irene as she exits your room and Irene nods at her, slowly standing up and walking in.
Her heart breaks at the sight of you, you look weak and tired, an oxygen mask helping your lungs get air.
She stands still for a few moments until you reach out to her. You instantaneously notice the tears welling up in her eyes again and as you open your mouth to reassure her, you’re quickly cut off as she cries out.
“I thought I lost you, mi vida. You were there and you weren’t moving a-and you weren’t breathing and - “ she lets out another sob and you gently tug her down to your level, an arm around her shoulders, the other holding onto her hand as you squeeze it.
“I’m okay, mi amor, I’m here.” you assure her but her crying doesn’t seize.
You move the hand holding yours upwards until you place her palm over your heart and wait as she slowly relaxes at the steady beating of it. Letting out a sigh of relief into your neck, she places a series of kisses onto your skin.
Pulling the mask off your face you give her a gentle kiss on the lips, one that she melts into before she pulls away, scolding you for not using the oxygen mask properly.
You let out a chuckle as she makes you promise to stay close to her next time, knowing it wasn’t possible with the positions the two of you played in.
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