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alessiasfreckles · 2 months

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amnesia (ona batlle x reader)

You wake up in the hospital with no memory of who you are or anything about your life, but a pretty brunette is by your bedside, so it can't be all bad, right?

warnings: memory loss, car accident mention, hospital

a/n: part 2 here!

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“She’s awake!”

Squinting against the harsh light, you slowly opened your eyes, taking in your surroundings. You were lying in bed in a room with white and grey walls and bright overhead lights. The bedsheet covering you was soft against your hands.

You blinked, looking around the room. Four people were stood around you, a woman in a white coat, a man in light blue scrubs, and two young women in everyday clothes. The two women looked on the verge of tears, but you weren’t sure why.

Opening your mouth to speak, you gagged as you realised your throat was obstructed by something. The realisation quickly turned to panic, feeling like you were being choked, unable to breathe. One of the younger women turned to the woman in white, who you were pretty sure was a doctor, and spoke rapidly in a language you couldn’t understand.

The doctor and the man, who you decided was probably a nurse, quickly worked to remove the tube from your throat. Eyes watering, you coughed and rubbed your throat, glad to be free of it. When you opened your mouth to speak again, the doctor interrupted you gently.

“Careful,” she said. “Don’t strain yourself.”

“Wh- where am I?” you asked. Your voice was hoarse, and your tongue felt like sandpaper. “Is this a hospital?”

The two women exchanged anxious glances.

“Yes, this is the Hospital de Barcelona,” the doctor told you. Barcelona, huh. That explained her accent. “Do you remember why you’re here?”

You frowned, shaking your head. Now that she mentioned it, you had no idea what you were doing there.

“That’s okay. It’s perfectly normal not to remember much. You were in an accident. You were hit by a car. Miraculously, you only broke some bones in your right leg, but you hit your head pretty hard. You’ve been in a coma since the accident, 15 days ago.”

Your mind raced as you took in the information. Why couldn’t you remember any of it? Why couldn’t you remember anything? Not even-

“Now, can you tell me your name?” the doctor asked, interrupting your stream of thought.

Not even your name.

“I- I don’t know, I don’t know my name, why don’t I remember my name?” you asked frantically. You tried to sit up but stopped as a wave of pain radiated throughout your body, crashing over you. One of the women reached out, putting a hand on your shoulder.

The doctor stayed for a while, explaining to you again and again what had happened. You’d been hit by a car. You’d hit your head. You’d been in a coma for the past 15 days. You’d been hit by a car. You’d hit your head. You’d been in a coma for the past 15 days. Over and over again, until it sunk in.

She spoke to the two women before she left, again in a language you didn’t understand, the two glancing over at you with worried faces, the doctor’s face reassuring and kind. Once she was gone, the two women came over to your bedside. Tears brimmed in their eyes, but they were both trying to smile at you.

“Hola, mija,” one of the women said. She had blonde hair with dark roots and kind eyes, but she looked tired.

“Do- do you remember me? Us?” the other woman asked, gesturing to herself and the blonde. Her hair was darker, and freckles were scattered across her nose and cheeks. Your eyes raked over her sharp jawbones, her angular face. Surely you would know if you’d met someone like her before.

You shook your head slowly.

The brunette swallowed back a sob, the blonde holding her arm tightly.

“It’s okay, that’s okay,” the blonde said. “The doctor said there was a high chance of this happening. That she wouldn’t remember us. It’s okay.”

“Who are you?” you asked, voice quiet.

“I’m Ona. I’m, uh, we play together,” the brunette told you, and the blonde looked at her sharply for just a second before looking back at you.

“And I’m Alexia. Your teammate and friend.”

Playing together? Teammate?

“Football!” you blurted out suddenly. You’re not sure how you knew, but you had this deep, innate sense that football is important to you. More than important, it’s your whole life. “I play football, right?”

The blonde, Alexia, let out a laugh of relief. “Si! You play football! We all play together, here in Barcelona.”

She squeezed Ona’s arm, who smiled tearfully.

“So, I’m guessing we’re all pretty close, right? Surely there’s a reason you’re here,” you said bluntly, wincing at the pain in your head.

“We’re your best friends,” Ona said quickly, before Alexia could open her mouth.

“That’s… right,” Alexia said slowly. “I’m the capitana of our team, and we’re best friends. And you and Ona are also… best friends.”

You nodded, feeling exhausted suddenly. “Thank you both for being here, then. I think I’m going to sleep now, if that’s okay?”

“Of course!” Ona said, jumping up. “We’ll be here when you wake up, okay?”

You were asleep before the two had even left the room. Once they were in the hallway, the door to your private hospital room shut, Alexia turned to face Ona.

“What was that?” Alexia asked her, voice hushed, as though you’d be able to hear them through the door.

“What do you mean?” Ona shifted uncomfortably, not meeting the blonde’s eyes.

“Why did you tell her you’re just friends? Why didn’t you tell her that you’re dating?!”

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alexias-putellas · 30 days

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red card // o.batlle x reader x barça femení

o.batlle x reader x barça femení

slightly inspired by the ref in that one city vs chelsea game iykyk also in this a red card doesn’t automatically mean a match suspension bc i said so

warnings: swearing, description of injuries but nothing graphic, mentions of past bullying

when you played for man united, your absolute favourite games to play were the manchester derbys. the atmosphere, the fans, everything about them was euphoric and you thrived on the jeers of the rival fans.

so when you transferred to barcelona, you were delighted to find out that el clàsico matches made you feel the same way.

the only thing you didn’t like about it was olga carmona. the defender never left you alone, granted that was her job, but god she pissed you off.

and this el clàsico was no different.

from the moment the ref blew the whistle to start the game, olga was on you like a rash. she was grabbing at your shirt, pushing at you during set pieces, and somehow getting away with tackling you every two minutes.

you were famously known for being quick-tempered and acting impulsively on the pitch, more often than not ending up being booked.

since you and ona had been dating since you both played for man united, she could easily spot the rising anger in you from across the pitch and after another particularly rough tackle, she raced over and tugged you away from the madrid player before you could do anything.

“breathe.” ona whispered to you, patting your waist before gently pushing you in the direction you needed to go.

alexia, mapi, and frido, all three of them like older sisters to you, could only watch from the sidelines as all of them were injured. glances were shared everytime you were poked and prodded by a real madrid player.

“she is losing it.” mapi muttered to no one in particular, her good knee bouncing as she watched it become ingrid’s turn drag you away from olga before you could do anything.

you used your growing anger to your advantage channelled it in your strikes and barcelona were 3-0 up at halftime courtesy of you. but you were not happy.

the lockeroom didn’t seem like the best place for you to be so instead, you turned a corner and leaned against a wall, resting your hands on your knees and breathing deeply. being targeted during games wasn’t new to you, it was something you often prepared yourself for but you had a bad feeling about this game in particular. something was going to happen.

“hey,” you heard alexia say and looked up at her. “are you okay?”

you motioned to your grass-stained body and flustered appearance. “what the hell do you think?”

almost immediately, an apology flew from your mouth. alexia didn’t tolerate disrespect. she wouldn’t give you a pass because you were pissed off and you knew that. you closed your eyes and waited for her to scold you. but it never came.

instead, she placed her hand on your shoulder and squeezed. “you are doing a good job, cariño.”

you gave her a weak smile in return because it didn’t feel like it. being pulled away by your teammates was only reason you hadn’t retaliated on the pitch. if ingrid had gotten to you a few seconds later, you’re certain you would’ve laid into olga.

you walked off then without another word, finally joining the rest of the team but sitting quietly in your cubby until it was time to head back out for the second half.

it didn’t take long for you to completely lose it.

you had been running down the wing, fully intending to curl the ball over to caro, when olga crashed into you, her elbow hitting your cheek harshly before she swiped your ankles from under you, hitting the floor herself.

“what the fuck is wrong with you?!” you shouted, ignoring the way your face throbbed and shoving her back down when she tried to stand up. “just leave me alone for fucks sake!”

you could hear the roar of the real madrid players and supporters and then your own teammates pleading, begging. you turned to be met with the referee and then a red card.

you had been carded. you. the first card of the game had been given to you and it was a straight red. at that point you were certain that the ref had some sort of vendetta against you.

tears burned in your eyes. ona quickly wrapped her arm around your shoulders but you shrugged her off. you had never been booked with a straight red before so you were utterly devastated.

keira and aitana were still pleading with the referee, explaining that you’d been targeted the entire game and that it wasn’t fair for you to be punished for something everyone else had gotten away with.

the decision wasn’t reversed but even if it was, you wouldn’t have been on the pitch to see it, storming to the back fairly quickly. you didn’t look back at ona and you most certainly didn’t look up, not wanting to see those particular three faces staring at you in disappointment.

before the match you had promised them that you wouldn’t do anything stupid, that you wouldn’t let any of the real madrid players, especially olga, get under your skin. but you allowed it to happen. they pushed and pushed until you shoved.

you had ruined el clàsico and let your teammates down in quick succession so it was safe to say that you were feeling terrible.

as soon as you reached the lockeroom, you were in the shower, letting the warm water wash over your body. when you were done, you made your way over to ona’s cubby and dug through her bag for the spare hoodie she always packed in case you wanted it.

slipping it on, you dropped to the bench and used your phone to keep up with the game. upon noticing there was only a few minutes left, you swiped ona’s car keys and headed out of the stadium, not fancying facing any of the girls or the fans.

you waited patiently in the passengers side, silently handing the keys to ona when she finally joined you.

“estás bien?” the spaniard asked quietly and you nodded, staring out of the window.

“fine.”

ona knew you weren’t fine but she also knew that pushing you any more was a terrible idea. so she settled for taking your hand and when you didn’t immediately push her away, she knew she was doing something right by you.

you had a habit of completely shutting down when you were upset. so much so that even ona couldn’t through to you sometimes.

she was hoping that this wouldn’t be one of those times.

the drive to ona’s apartment was quiet. even when you got inside, you didn’t say a word, just dropped onto the sofa with a heavy sigh.

when your girlfriend approached, you mistook her look of concern as one of annoyance and as she reached out to touch your cheek, you inadvertently flinched back.

“amor,” ona whispered. “i would never hurt you.”

“i know. i know, oni, i know,” your eyes were wide, horrified that the look on ona’s face had been put there by you. you quickly grabbed her hand and placed it on your cheek, ignoring the throbbing that followed. “i know you wouldn’t, i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.”

your murmured apologies were quickly replaced by sobs and ona wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into her chest.

her grip didn’t relent until you were letting out shaky, uneasy breaths but even then she was reluctant to let you sit up. you noticed that her eyes were trained on your cheek and instinctively reached up to touch it.

“is it bad?” you asked quietly, feeling the swell under your fingers.

“no,” ona shook her head. “but i think it will bruise.”

“oh, great,” you muttered. “just what i need. a semi-permanent reminder of an awful game to haunt me for weeks.”

as you pushed yourself up, you hoped that ona wouldn’t see the way you winced but of course, she did.

“you are hurt,” she frowned. “where?”

“everywhere,” you whispered. “i don’t think my face is the only thing that’s bruised either.”

you leaned over and pulled your socks down to reveal your ankles, both painted exactly like you expected. more bruises were flickered across your thighs and even more on your upper body.

“i look like i went five rounds with mike tyson, not played a game of bloody football.” you huffed.

“they are just bruises, mi amor, they will fade.”

the outside bruises might fade but you weren’t sure that the ones you had on the inside would. the red card would follow you forever, you were certain of it.

there was no doubt in your mind that your actions had gone viral, solidifying people’s opinions of you. being described as a violent thug had never really bothered you before but it suddenly left a bad taste in your mouth, paired with what you did, were they really wrong? you decided it was probably best to stay away from the internet for a bit.

the thoughts left you unconsciously leaning back into ona, not realising she’d wrapped her arms around you again until there was a kiss planted on the side of your neck and you were brought back to earth.

“do you think ale will bench me?” you asked, running your nails along her arms as you blinked back tears.

“no, i don’t think she will.”

“…what if i asked her to?”

silence followed and you swallowed thickly. ona’s fingers ran gently through your hair as she pondered your question. “is that what you want?”

you sighed shakily. “it’s what i deserve and i think ale would agree with me.”

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alexia did not agree with you. the only reason she said yes was because of the look of desperation on your face.

it was the first day back at training after el clàsico and you had arrived a little earlier than normal with ona so you could speak to your captain before anyone else got there. you knew that if any of the other girls overheard, they’d persuade you both to change your minds.

but you didn’t speak to alexia again, instead avoiding her like the plague. same with mapi and frido. ingrid was also on the list due to her association with the latter two.

since it was an early morning training, you were to have breakfast there. you sat at your usual table with ona and some of the other younger girls, laughing every now and again and joining the conversation when you needed to.

unbeknownst to you, you were the topic of conversation a few tables over. if you weren’t so focused on acting interested in whatever jana and esmee were talking about, you probably would’ve noticed alexia staring at you.

“–she asked to be benched.” she said, bringing all the other conversations around her to a halt.

“qué?” mapi frowned, turning to look at you as well. “she did?”

“sí, before training,” alexia nodded. “she came in early.”

“you said no,” mapi turned back around, frown deepening at her best friends silence. “ale, we need her–“

“you did not see her, maría,” alexia protested quietly with a shake of her head. “she looked like a scared little girl, i could not say no.”

“maybe it’s a good thing,” ingrid cut in, ignoring the glare mapi sent her way. “look at her, she is not in the right headspace right now and she has recognised that. would you rather her lose her temper and actually hurt someone?”

the table grew silent after ingrid’s words and it stayed that way until keira broke it. “ona said earlier that she hasn’t been on her phone in days.”

“with good reason,” lucy said, everyone turning to look at her. “come on girls, you know how much stick she gets after a normal game. it’s probably a million times worse than usual so can you really blame her for not wanting to read any of it?”

oh but you had. you’d read it all. you gave into temptation on the night of the game and with ona sleeping peacefully next to you, you grabbed your phone and looked. it became a nightly routine. wait for ona to fall asleep before crying silently as you let the comments sink in because to you, they were all right.

that was the first of many red cards, you were going to drag barcelona’s reputation down the drain, you were eventually going to put someone in the hospital, your teammates were going to hate you, if they didn’t already, and ona was eventually going to get tired of it all and break up with you.

and if the bags under your eyes, your insistence on not starting, and your unusual quietness wasn’t an indicator that something wasn’t quite right with you, your behaviour during training certainly was.

you didn’t mess around with pina and patri, you moved away from mapi when she began poking at you and you chose to pair up with aitana instead of ona whenever you could. having decided that a bit of space from you every now and again would be best for your relationship. you had suddenly become the poster-girl for good behaviour so that you could blend into the background and alexia would have no reason to call on you.

somehow you managed to keep it up until training had ended and you were the first to head to the showers, getting lost further in your thoughts the longer you stayed in there.

when you got out, you headed straight over to ona, completely bypassing your own cubby. you weren’t really sure how your girlfriend was going to react considering you’d spent half the day ignoring her but you were very relieved when she slipped her arm around your waist and tugged you closer.

“i think ale wants to talk to you.” ona whispered and you immediately shook your head.

“the only person i want to talk to is you,” you whispered back. “and i really really just want to go home.”

that look of desperation was back on your face and ona nudged you towards your cubby with a sigh. you quickly got the message and grabbed your things, following her out without another word.

and later that night as you and ona ate your favourite takeout, she could see that you seemed to be having a mental debate with yourself, glancing up at the spaniard every now and again as you pushed your food around your plate and she pretended not to notice.

but ona knew you. and she knew that pushing would only make you pull further away so instead of making you talk, she let you put on one of your favourite movies and you cuddled into her side, letting yourself relax for the first time in days.

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“you are starting tomorrow.”

your eyebrows furrowed as alexia walked by you, shaking your head and hurrying to catch up to her. “no, ale–“

“i have benched you for three games. no more cariño. we need you.”

alexia’s tone was stern and left no room for arguing, leaving you stood still, glaring at her retreating figure. you knew that your captain hadn’t been pleased about keeping you out, your presence obviously missed on the pitch, growing frustrated with every passing game that you were sat on the sidelines as the team seemed to struggle without you.

you moved slowly towards the lockeroom, ignoring the pit in your stomach that grew with every step. pushing open the door, you were happy that it was relatively empty but as your eyes scanned the faces that were left, that happiness soon faded.

at first you figured that it must’ve been a coincidence but then you spotted your phone in ona’s hand.

your attempt to escape was pathetic really. your arm was caught as soon as you turned around and you were dragged back, someone swiftly kicking the door shut. you glared up at alexia, wrenching your arm from her grip before storming over to ona and snatching the device from her hand.

“none of it is true.”

you weren’t sure who’d said it, too busy shoving everything into your bag with your shaky hands and slapping ona’s away when she tried to help.

“are you listening to me?” it was mapi who grabbed your arms and spun you around, only tightening her grip when you tried to squirm away. “it is not true so stop punishing yourself.”

“maría.” ingrid warned, seeing how worked up you were getting.

“no. she needs to know.”

tears burned in your eyes and as soon as the first sob left your lips, her hands were in the air and she was taking a step back. you sat back into the cubby, placing your head in your hands. “it is true, it’s happening again.”

frido was the only person to pick up on the last word and she pushed herself up from her spot next to ingrid, moving to kneel in front of you. “what do you mean again?”

you froze momentarily. glancing up, you saw her looking at you with so much love and care that you crumbled.

“i was fourteen, there was a girl at the academy i was in and she was really mean. she gave everyone a hard time and she said something to me one day, i can’t remember what it was but i remember how angry it made me and–and i tackled her in training, i–i sent her to the hospital, broke her leg in three places.”

the silence you were met with was exactly what you were expecting and your lips trembled, a shaky sigh falling from them as ona grabbed your hand, entwining your fingers with hers. “amor, you did not mean to–“

“the doctors told her that she’d never play again,” you deadpanned. “and as far as i’m aware she hasn’t. the–the other girls shunned me, they hated me and they didn’t hide it. i was benched for weeks until i moved to a different academy, my new teammates somehow found out what had happened and they turned on me too. i think they were scared of me. it was horrible. i didn’t have any friends, nobody liked me. the anger i felt that day, i–i felt it again with olga. did i hurt her?”

“no,” ona shook her head. “she was fine.”

you hadn’t noticed that frido had stood up and ushered mapi and ingrid out until alexia was the one kneeling in front of you. “you should have told me.”

“i don’t tell anyone. this is the first time i’ve spoke about it in years,” you frowned, leg bouncing. “i don’t want to hurt anyone else, i can’t go through that guilt again.”

ona reached out with her free hand and brushed her fingers along your fading bruise, leaning into her touch.

alexia’s hand was on your knee then, pushing down to keep your foot on the ground. you turned to look at her, anxiety bubbling in your stomach.

“you will start tomorrow,” she told you. your shoulders dropped and you leaned back into ona. “but if you want to be subbed off at any point, i will make sure it happens, vale?”

“vale.” you sighed.

“good,” alexia reached over and grabbed your training top, unceremoniously tugging you forward to press a kiss to your head. “now go home and get some sleep. you look awful.”

“charming.” you muttered, pulling a face at the blonde as she left the lockeroom.

“i think you look beautiful, mi vida.” ona whispered in your ear and you felt your cheeks heat up.

“you have to think that, it’s in the job description,” you rolled your eyes fondly, turning your attention to her. “can we go home though? wanna nap with you.”

“por supuesto, vamos.”

as soon as you entered the apartment, ona was tugging you towards the bedroom, your quiet giggles filling the silence. the spaniard threw herself onto the bed before pulling you on top of her, running her fingers through your hair as you nuzzled her neck. “love you, oni.”

“love you too bebé. no matter what.”

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helen-with-an-a · 1 month

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I am an Adult pt 3

Hi. So I wasn't planning to do a part 3 of the series but I got a request and it was really cute/funny so I thought why not ahaha.

Barca Femeni x Reader ; Lena Oberdorf x Reader

Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3 : Part 3.5 : Part 4

Word Count: 3.3k

Description: R gets a girlfriend

It took a lot of work to find the right balance. The give and take, knowing where to push and where to pull. That fine line between knowing when to go to the team for help and doing it yourself.

After the events of last Spring, you had been better at relying on the girls for essential things, and they had been better at asking you about them without nagging. You sent a picture of critical legal dates to Alexia, who would set a reminder to ask you about them a week or so before the actual deadline. Lucy helped you figure out meals if you asked for them. Irene helped you stock and restock your pantry and cupboards throughout your house when you were stuck on what to keep multiple or spares of. Marta helped out with your schedule if you felt a little overwhelmed. They felt like they were checking up on you and helping you without you feeling smothered. It was fantastic.

And then you got a girlfriend.

Initially, Your crush was slight, something you could repress and squash down. But then you played her in the Champions League group stages. Wolfsburg and Barcelona were drawn in the same group by some bizarre coincidence or the universe interfering in your love life.

Lena was so sweet and kind; it was crazy. You first interacted when you had to do some media together. UEFA media decided to do ‘head-to-head’ videos where some players from each team had to do videos, interviews, and challenges together. And with another stroke of luck – or divine intervention once again – you and Lena were paired together. You were caught off guard by how gentle she was. On the pitch, she was a force to be reckoned with solid tackles and her fearlessness of a yellow card. That was the only impression you had of her. Of course, you had stalked her social media for months, so you knew she seemed like a fantastic friend. But off the pitch, it was like a switch had flipped. She was so soft, it was unreal – always asking if you were ok with the questions she was asking and checking in with you after challenges. It was making your head spin in the most fantastic way.

“What do I do?” You asked Ona over coffee. She was the one person you trusted with this secret.

“Well, well, well. Where has the confident, cocky, ‘I’m so good with girls’ Y/N gone?” She joked. You had never experienced these feelings before, and you were panicking slightly.

“Ugh, never mind. If you’re just going to make fun of me-” you shook your head, starting to gather your things.

“No, wait, hey, c’mon. Do you seriously like her?” Ona grabbed your wrist, stopping you from leaving.

“I … I don’t know. I think so, but I don’t do relationships. I never have. It’s just been one-night stands and friends-with-benefit type things. Casual sex. Never anything more. I don’t do more.”

“Well, neither do I,” Ona cut in. You raised an eyebrow at her.

“Want me to tell that to Lucy?” You said sarcastically, chuckling at her deep blush. “Ona, c’mon, I’m serious. I really like her,” you all but begged.

“Ok, ok. No hay necesidad de preocuparse. If you really like her, just ask her out for coffee, or dinner, or to the movies, or something. Just be your normal self. You know you have game. I’ve seen the number of girls you’ve brought back after nights out. So just be your charming self, flirt a little, and ask her on a date.” You nodded at her words. Flirting, you could do. Charming, you could do. Asking her out on a date … you hoped you could do.

You asked her out after the first leg. It was in Barcelona, so you messaged her to see if she wanted to see the sights. You knew she wasn’t going home until 2 days after the match, so on her off-day. You knew it was slightly unconventional to ask someone out via text, but you think you might never do it if you asked in person.

[Initial]💙❤️: Do u want to go to see some stuff in Barcelona with me on ur day off?? x

L💚: By rselves? Like a date???

[Initial]💙❤️: Yes x

[Initial]💙❤️: Would u like to go on a date with me on ur day off??

L💚: Yes

L💚: I’ll send you the hotel details. I could meet u at like 10? 11?

[Initial]💙❤️: I’ll pick u up at 10 outside the hotel – wear comfy shoes!!! <3

L💚: Can’t wait 😁

The day was beautiful; you took her to a little bakery for breakfast – laughing a few hours away over good coffee and excellent food. You then spent the morning doing the touristy things before having lunch at a tapas place, again not noticing the time passing as you giggled and sent longing stares at each other. The afternoon was filled with more happiness as you showed her the quieter spots and your favourite places to relax. Dinner was a classic paella, finally drawing up the courage to hold her hand on your way back to drop her off.

You were just around the corner from her hotel when you pulled her to stop.

“Um … I had a perfect day today.” You said as you shuffled closer,

“Me too,” she replied, softly pushing some hair away from your face. You licked your lips, staring at hers. She slowly leant in, her eyes flicking between your lips and eyes. You leant in, too; you were so close to kissing her – one slight adjustment at you would be.

A car horn sounded right next to you, making you both spring apart. Fuck!

“I … um … I better get going,” Lena said, gesturing towards the hotel. You could tell she was a little disappointed

“Yeh, no, I get it. Just … text me, yeh? Maybe you could show me around Wolfsburg when we travel to you guys?” you said nervously, not meeting her warm brown eyes.

“Hey,” she called softly, using her free hand to grasp your chin and make you look into her eyes. “I will absolutely be showing you around my home. We will definitely be doing this again,” she said with certainty. You felt your heart jump at the idea of a second date with Lena. She squeezed your hand before she left, looking back with a soft smile as she went.

[Initial]💙❤️: SPOTIFY LINK – One Direction, ‘I Should Have Kissed You’: https://www.spotify......

L💚: SPOTIFY LINK – Odeal, ‘Next Time’: https://www.spotify.......

After the second leg, Lena took you to a Christmas Market, saying that even though it was only November, you had to experience one. It was lovely. You laughed, ate too much food, and drank too much hot chocolate and mulled wine. As she took you back to your hotel, you came to a stop, much like you had in Barcelona.

“Can I actually kiss you this time?” You asked her.

“Bitte Küsse mich.” You didn’t speak German, but she clarified her intentions as she put a hand on your hip, shuffling closer until your breaths mingled. Her lips were soft and rough and warm and cold all at once. It was perfect. The world stopped spinning momentarily as you slowly let your tongue explore.

“Mein Gott” she said as you parted.

“Guess I’m going to need German lessons.” You laughed, pressing your lips back on hers.

“Don’t worry, I know a willing teacher,” she said as you separated again.

Your relationship was semi-secret; text exchanges left you giddy, hushed phone calls left you too-smiley, and facetimes were taken as you hurried from the rooms. Everyone could tell something was different, and most people could guess that it was probably down to a person; they just couldn’t figure out who.

“Alright, out with it. Who’s got you so smiley?” Patri asked as she sat on your sofa. You were having a younger girls' night—like you do most evenings. Patri, Pina, Esmee, Ona, Jana, Martina, Vicky, Bruna, Cata … it was a bit of a squeeze in your one-bedroom flat, but you made it work.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said as you smiled into your glass.

“Oh, please. You’ve been smiling away, laughing, and being disgustingly cute. Who is it?” Jana swatted your thigh at your non-answer.

“I don’t kiss and tell,” you stuck your tongue out at her.

“Don’t make us do detective work!” Martina threatened, pulling up her phone and going onto your social media.

“It’s recent, so check who she’s recently started following,” Vicky suggested. You were so grateful that you had been following Lena for years since you had played against her at club and national levels.

“It happened after the group stages,” Ona chimed in. You threw her an offended glare. You knew she wouldn’t actively spill your secret, but you had hoped she wouldn’t join in on the hunt for the identity of your girlfriend.

“You know something, Ona!” Pina accused, a finger coming to point at her. “You know who it is, don’t you?” They soon switched from interrogating you to Ona. Logically, it was the smartest move; Ona could crack very easily. It’s how you found out about Lucy – you had just narrowed your eyes at her for slightly too long, and she broke, spilling everything to you when she stayed the night a few months ago. You watched, somewhat amused, as Ona squirmed, avoiding eye contact, ducking her head, biting her lip. She was close to spilling everything. You knew she was terrified of telling secrets that weren’t hers, but she couldn’t help it.

“Alright, guys. Enough. Stop interrogating her.” You broke up the onslaught of questions, moving from your sofa seat to the chair she was curling up in. You could tell she was close to tears, and you didn’t want to do that to her – you knew she already felt guilty enough. You shuffled her around a bit before pulling her onto your lap.

“Right, you get 5 hints. If you can’t guess it from them, then I can’t help you. And no more asking Ona!” You glared at them all, ensuring they understood how serious you were. “Right, she’s German. She plays in Germany. She’s a midfielder. We’re similar ages. She’s made her senior international debut in 2019.” You watched as the group dissolved into loud discussion.

“Lo siento mucho. No querías que nadie lo supiera y ahora...” Ona hurried out, close to tears again.

“Hey, no, no, no. It’s ok, Oni,” you reassured her as you kissed her forehead. “No es tu culpa. I promise you. I do not blame you.” She nodded and buried her head back against your collarbone, watching the carnage in front of you. You quietly laughed to each other at the scene – Wikipedia was pulled up on everyone’s phones, the German national team website as well as they speculated on who you were seeing. You slowly pulled your phone out, quickly texting Lena.

[Initial]💙❤️: Like ½ my team are tryna guess my girlfriend rn x

[Initial]💙❤️: Do u mind if I say yes if they guess it right? x

L💚: ahahahahaha

L💚: No, I don’t mind. R u gonna tell them who I am if they get it wrong tho?

[Initial]💙❤️: Whichever u want x

[Initial]💙❤️: I don’t mind telling them x

[Initial]💙❤️: Would make it easier when I disappear to Germany for a few days and u suddenly turn up in my Barca jersey

[Initial]💙❤️: I want to tell them about u x

L💚: Tell em

L💚: Can I tell my team?

[Initial]💙❤️: Omg yesssss xxxxxxxxxxxx

L💚: also – I will never wear a barca jersey!!

L💚: Even if it does have ur name on the back 🤢

[Initial]💙❤️: ugh RUDE.

[Initial]💙❤️: But ud still be my WAG tho right? x

L💚: I’ll always be ur wag hehe

[Initial]💙❤️: so kind of u x

[Initial]💙❤️: I’ll always be ur wag too btw x

“Alright, alright. We have 2 possible answers.” Bruna turned around with a notebook in her hand. Where did they get that from? “Our first guess, we think, is less likely. Klara Bühl. She’s German, plays for Bayern, is a midfielder, and debuted in 2019. You’re similar in age. But we haven’t played Bayern in a while. So, how would you have met? So, we don’t think it’s her.” She paused, staring at your carefully crafted neutral expression. You met Klara once; she was lovely. She handed the notebook over to Cata. “Our final guess is one we think is pretty true,” Cata explained, adjusting herself to sit cross-legged before you. “We played Wolfsburg at the Champions League group stages, and you disappeared for the whole day the day after and came back all smiley. So, we have reason to believe it’s a Wolfsburg player.” You didn’t realise how seriously they were taking this. “But … most of the Wolfsburg team are German, but not all of them are German midfielders that debuted for the national team in 2019.” She paused dramatically. You knew she had figured it out. “That’s why our final guess is …” another final pause.

“Oberdorf,” Patri shouted out, clearly over Cata’s dramatics. “You’re dating Oberdorf.”

“Oi. Aquesta havia de ser la meva revelació” Cata lunged at Patri, loud shouts of Catalan descending on the house.

“D'acord, d'acord,” you shouted over the noise as you saw a wine bottle wobble precariously as someone knocked into the table. “Sí, Lena is my girlfriend.” You admitted. If you thought the noise was loud before, you were deafened by the cacophony that descended on you. You buried your head in Ona’s hair, laughing as your friends melted into chaos.

You knew that once the younger ones found out who your girlfriend was, it was only a matter of time before the older ones did. You hadn’t expected it to be the next day, however. You were in the changing rooms, chatting to Patri and Pina as you prepared for the session ahead of you. The door banged open, and you were met with an outraged Lucy. As she stalked towards you, you glanced at a very guilty-looking Ona.

“She looked at me.” Ona defended herself.

“Grow a backbone, Oni.” You shouted as Lucy dragged you from the room, remembering to add a nickname in so she knew you weren’t that mad at her.

You were dragged to an empty conference room. Alexia, Paños, Marta, Mariona, Caro, and Irene were already sitting on one side of the table. Lucy pushed you into the single seat opposite them and took her place next to Irene. You sat in silence for a full 3 minutes before anyone spoke.

“Is there something you want to tell us, cariño?” Alexia asked smoothly, folding her hands in front of her like she was conducting a business meeting.

“Ona needs to learn how to toughen up.” You weren’t too angry with Ona, but it slightly annoyed you that she had cracked so easily. You wanted to tell the older girls yourself to avoid this situation.

“Leave her out of it.” Lucy jumped in. You clicked your teeth at her, flicking your hand in her direction, dismissing her protest.

“You have a girlfriend,” Irene stated, bringing the conversation back on track.

“Ja, das tue ich,” you said, chuckling at their reaction to your German. They didn’t fully understand you but knew ‘yes’ in most languages. You could see Caro laughing slightly – she had played for Wolfsburg; she knew you were using your newfound language to irritate them.

“And you didn’t tell us?” Marta asked

“Ja, das ist richtig,” you smiled.

“Cut the crap, pequeña.” Paños hit the table, making you jump slightly.

“Bien. Si tanto quieres saber,” you snapped. “Yes, I have a girlfriend. I’m sure you already know who, but it’s Lena. I asked her out after our home Wolfsburg game. She asked me out after her home leg. We’ve been dating for a couple of months now. I really like her. Anything else you want to know?” You asked Alexia directly. You could see the internal battle – the desire to know everything about your new relationship with her promise to treat you more grown up.

“Everyone, out,” Alexia instructed after a minute, using her captain’s voice to show she was serious. “Cariño, please stay?” She asked. You nodded as the others left. Caro seemed to find this whole thing funny, but everyone else was grumbling and muttering about how they found it rude that you didn’t tell them and that you were too young for a girlfriend. “I thought we promised to tell each other things like adults?” She asked you.

“I know. The others only found out yesterday if it makes you feel any better. Ona’s known for a while, but only because I asked her for help.” You sat back in your chair, careful to leave your posture open.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” She seemed a little upset by your actions.

“I didn’t want this to happen. We’ve finally found a balance. And I knew that this would disrupt that balance. And it’s so new; I didn’t want to tell you guys until I knew what we were, and it’s only really been a few months. She asked me to be her girlfriend at New Year’s, so …” you trailed off, hoping that she understood where you were coming from.”

“Entenc. But cariño, why didn’t you tell me?” She asked again.

“I … I don’t know.” You did know. You knew exactly why you didn’t tell her. And she knew it, too. “Ok … well … I didn’t … I didn’t want you to treat me like a child again. Relationships are new to me. I can do the … physical …” you both cringed slightly, not entirely comfortable with those topics just yet, “side of relationships fine. But emotions. They’re new to me. And I wanted to figure it out for myself first. I went to Ona ‘cos she’s my best friend. One that needs to learn how to resist interrogation better, but she’s still my best friend.”

“Don't be too hard on her, pequeña. She meant well. And I get why you didn’t come to me first. But can I ask a few questions?” She watched as you left your seat, coming around to her side of the table, and sitting on her lap.

You sighed, “ask away.” She laughed as she squeezed your waist.

“Does she treat you well?”

“Sí,” you answered honestly.

“Do you treat her well?”

“I think so. I hope so.” You smiled at her concern for Lena

“Can we meet her?”

“As long as you guys don’t give her the talk, then yes.” She leant back to look at your face.

“Can I give her the talk?” You sighed.

“Sí,” you relented, not missing the flicker of excitement that passed over her face.

“When is she coming to Barcelona?”

“Our way game Èl Clasíco matches with a free weekend for her. She’s meeting me in Madrid.” You laughed as she pushed you off her lap, standing up and rushing to the door. “Where are you going?”

“To prepare my speech. Alba never let me do a charla de hermana mayor to her partners, so this might be my only chance.” You laughed at her enthusiasm. She indeed was like your big sister – annoying most of the time, infuriating some of the time, but just a big, goofy kid at heart looking out for everyone around her.

[Initial]💙❤️: U might wanna prepare urself now x

L💚: WHY???

L💚: WHAT DID U DO????

[Initial]💙❤️: Alexia knows

[Initial]💙❤️: She’s very excited to meet my girlfriend x

[Initial]💙❤️: She’s planning a speech x

L💚: I am dead

L💚: I am going to die

L💚: Will u still love me if I’m dead????

[Initial]💙❤️: She wont kill u

[Initial]💙❤️: I wont let her xxx

[Initial]💙❤️: Yes, I will still love u if ur dead xx

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𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚂

𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚃𝚆𝙾

description: ona was finally where she had dreamed, she was back at barcelona with her best friend and loving every moment. only problem? she's dating her captain's younger sister, you.

And now, Alexia knows...

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ona batlle x putellas!reader

part one here

part two of the 'hidden' universe - ona's version

mapi leon x bronze!reader here

disclaimer: this is all fiction do not take any of this seriously !

warnings: swearing, SMUT - MINORDS DNI - fingering, cunnilingus, tit sucking, 69-ing, ab-riding - cuteness, queenie needing to use google translate because her Spanish is sub par! x

SMUT AT END

MINORS DNI

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y/n had walked back into Alexia's flat, ignoring her sister's call and moved into her room. Alexia followed, brows furrowed as she hadn't expected her sister to be back so soon.

"y/n?" Alexia called as she followed her sister who had moved into the bathroom, and sunk into the shower, pressing her back against the wall as she stared at her hands and sunk to the floor.

Alexia paused, knowing full well that this was a habit her sister had picked up when she was younger when suffering panic attacks so joined her sister on the floor of the turned off shower.

"She kicked me out." y/n whispered quietly. "She was so scared, so she kicked me out." y/n says again, her head in her hands, Alexia's face drops, guilt flooding her.

"She was scared?" Alexia asks and y/n nods. "Of me?" She asks again and y/n nods with a sigh.

"Pensé que ella lucharía por mí, por nosotros. Porque lo haré, tengo que hacerlo. Pero ella me dejó ir." y/n says quietly.

I thought she'd fight for me, for us. Because I will, I have to. But she let me go.

"Necesita tiempo, sólo necesita tiempo para prepararse." Alexia tells her sister and y/n lets out a shaky breath.

She needs time, she just needs time to prepare for it.

y/n just scoffed, running a hand over her face as Alexia pulls her into her side, hoping to keep her breathing steady, y/n let her sister pull her close inhaling the scent of her sister which always calmed her.

Coconut shampoo, fresh deodorant, a musky and addictive perfume that Alexia had used since y/n could remember. It warmed y/n, it warmed her mind to sit there in her sister's protective hold.

"La amo tanto. La amo tanto que duele alejarse." y/n admits quietly to Alexia.

I love her so much. I love her so much that it hurts to walk away.

"Así sabes que es amor, pequeña." Alexia tells y/n who scoffs.

That is how you know it is love, little one.

"Well, then I have decided I am not a fan of it." y/n says and Alexia lets out a laugh, knowing full well how dramatic her little sister was.

The two sat there for a few more minutes, enjoying the closeness before Alexia decided they would get up and go for dinner, messaging Mapi and who seemed to appear at the door in seconds afterwards.

"Chica!!!" Mapi yelled excitedly as she raced in, not bothering to knock.

y/n laughed as Mapi scooped her up, wrapping her in a tight hug which y/n returned the two friends happy to be re-united. Mapi then hugged Alexia, before the two siblings changed and they went out to lunch.

Lunch was just what y/n needed, a relaxing evening of laughter and jokes as they ate, photos of them pinging about which they ignored as they continued their afternoon.

Unknown to them Ona was sat at home, her best friend on the phone as Ona cried about her mistake and her best friend tried her best to comfort her from a different country.

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username1: Has anyone seen the photos of Alexia, Mapi and y/n? They are SOOO cute ! 😩😩

username2: They all look so happy - I can't!

username3: Such a cute trio!! 💙

username4: BABY IS BACK IN SPAIN AGHHHH

username5: Baby coming back to Spain for the Nations League and the first thing she does is go out with Mapi and Alexia - so cuteee 🥺🥺🥺

username6: Have you seen the photo of her as someone tried to be sneaky??

username7: She's so funny lmaooo😂😂

username8: Mapi is looking 🫣🫣🫣

username9: Alexia's hands compared to y/n's I wanna cry ughhhh 😔😔

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Ona had calmed a lot when she heard the knock on her door. She had turned her phone off and turned the TV on, playing an old Spanish film she used to watch as she moped in self pity.

The knock repeated and she sighed and forced herself up, dropping her blanket against the sofa she moved over to the door and opened it a shocked call falling from her as someone barged in.

"Ale!" Ona says in shock.

"Oni." Alexia nods, moving to sit on the side of the sofa arm, looking at Ona who lets the door swing shut, Ona felt as if she could hardly move, she was expecting yelling any second.

"Lo lamento." Ona says before Alexia has the chance to calm her racing mind down.

I'm sorry.

"¿Para qué?" Alexia asks her, watching as Ona's eyes dart around like a cornered animal.

For what?

"y/n." Ona says simply and as bravely as she can. "Sé que es malo y ella es tu hermana pequeña... pero..." Her bravery however ran out as Alexia raised an eyebrow and Ona trails her sentence off.

y/n. I know it's bad, and she's your little sister... but...

Alexia sighs, running a hand through her hair as she thinks about the heartbroken tone of y/n's voice that morning when she had returned from this apartment.

"¿La amas?" Alexia asks Ona, confusing the woman greatly as there had been no yelling yet.

Do you love her?

"¿Qué?" Ona asks, too confused to acknowledge the question being asked.

What?

"¿La amas?" Alexia repeated though this time with a far more demanding tone.

Do you love her?

"Sí. Si yo realmente lo hago." Ona says quietly, ducking her head to not see Alexia's reaction.

Yes. Yes I really do.

"Entonces está bien." Alexia nods and Ona's head snaps back up, shock filling her eyes.

Then it is okay.

Alexia sighs and gestures Ona closer, the woman moving over with small and light steps as she ends up next to Alexia on the sofa.

"Preferiría que me lo hubieran dicho al principio, pero que Ona salga con mi hermana pequeña no es el fin del mundo. No importa lo que ambos piensen." Alexia tells Ona.

I would have rather been told at the beginning, but Ona dating my little sister is not the end of the world. No matter what you both think.

Ona very nearly crumpled to her knees as Alexia's arm wrapped around her shoulders, her captain would never understand how much respect Ona had for her.

"Alexia. Gracias. Prometo cuidarla y amarla lo mejor que pueda." Ona promised her and Alexia chuckled slightly.

Alexia. Thank you. I promise to look after her and love her as well as I can.

"Bueno, tal vez quieras recordárselo, porque echarla no es una forma de demostrarlo." Alexia suggests and Ona's eyes widen in realisation.

Well, you might want to remind her of that, because kicking her out is not a way to show it.

"¡Mierda!" Ona swears.

Shit!

Alexia chuckled as Ona grabbed her bag and raced out of the door, Coco letting out a confused whine as Ona left the building, leaving Alexia to shut and lock her door, placing the key in the key safe, before walking back slowly, home.

Knowing full well, Ona had driven and if she took the long way the couple would get back to Ona's before she even got to her own home.

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y/n woke up from her nap at the sound of rapid knocking on Alexia's door, checking her phone she saw it was seven pm and groaned as she pushed herself up and to the door.

"Okay, okay!" y/n yelled at the still rapid knocking which suddenly ceased. "Jesus, ¿quien murió?" y/n questioned as she opened the door.

Who died?

y/n rubs her eyes, trying to push the sleep from them as the person on the other side of the door lets out a shaky sigh. Ona's eyes filled with adoration, finding y/n so sweet when she was sleepy.

Her cheeks were red and her hair was no longer in the neat braids she had put them in for lunch with Mapi and Alexia, instead strands of hair had come out and her baby hairs were pushed around sporadically.

Here eyes were half closed and there was a pattern on her face - pressed in from what Ona could guess was a pillow which she had clearly fallen asleep on.

"Amor." Ona sighed softly and y/n instantly tensed.

Love.

"Ona." y/n breathed as she looked at her. "Come in." She said softly, opening the door further and stepping aside to let Ona in.

y/n stepped away from Ona, moving around the other side of the kitchen counter as she fiddled with her fingers and looked at them, too afraid to look at Ona who was watching her sadly.

"I uh, had a visitor." Ona said softly and y/n hummed nodding her head. "Ale dropped by." Ona continues and y/n looks up confused.

"She told me she went to see Olga." y/n said confused before she sighed. "Hijo de puta mentirosa." y/n said with a small laugh.

Lying motherfucker.

"Supongo que tenía una mentira gratuita para usar, de verdad." Ona said and y/n chuckles dryly.

I suppose she had a free lie to use, really.

y/n watches as Ona bites at her lips, almost as if she was trying to break the skin, maybe hoping the pain would make this interaction less awkward.

"I'm sorry Oni. I should have warned you." y/n finally sighs, her head dropping into her hands as she squeezes her eyes tightly shut.

Ona lets out a noise of sadness and rushes around the counter to bring y/n into her arms, the two folding together perfectly as Ona's head rests on y/n's collarbone, the Putellas being nearly four inches taller.

"Las dos tenemos la culpa de mi amor, reaccioné terriblemente." Ona promises her.

We are both at fault my love, I reacted terribly.

y/n sighs, her hands moving down to pull Ona up and around her waist, the woman's legs wrapping around her as y/n sets her on the counter and slides her head onto her shoulder.

"Estaba tan asustada que olvidé que prometí luchar por ti." Ona whispered into her hair.

I was so frightened I forgot I promised to fight for you.

"Lamento haberle dicho sin ti, simplemente te amo tanto que estaba harto de mentir. Tengo que estar contigo todo el tiempo y quiero que el mundo sepa que eres mía." y/n rants quickly to Ona.

I'm sorry I told her without you, I just love you so much that I was sick of the lying. I have to be with you all the time, and I want the world to know you're mine.

Ona smiles into y/n's hair, sometimes forgetting that the two were two years apart as y/n carried herself with such age and confidence, but here in Ona's arms her youth was shown as she breathed in her girlfriend's scent.

"Eres una romantica, si?" Ona asks with a small smile.

You are a romantic, yes?

y/n shook slightly, a sniffle coming from her as she pressed a light kiss into Ona's neck, relieved they were back to how they always acted, the two hardly ever fought.

"Sólo para ti mi amor, sólo para ti." y/n promises her quietly.

Only for you my love, only for you.

Ona smiled softly, pulling y/n away from her neck, and looked down at her, eyes filled with love as she lent forward and softly placed her lips against y/n's.

The kiss was soft, and yet so intrusive, it infected both of them with need as y/n's tongue pushed past Ona's lips, sweeping her mouth in a desperate want to mix their breaths.

The kiss was deep, attentive, filled with love as they finally pulled away, small pants coming from them both as their noses brushed each other.

"No debería haberte echado. Lo lamento." Ona whispers quietly.

I shouldn't have kicked you out. I'm sorry.

y/n shakes her head again, pressing her lips to Ona's once more to stop the woman talking, Ona instantly forgetting the rest of her apology as y/n's hands grip at her sides.

"No más disculpas mi amor." y/n tells her softly.

No more apologies my love.

"¿Qué tal si vamos a casa y pasamos la noche haciendo lo que deberíamos haber hecho en el momento en que entraste por mi puerta?" Ona asks, mischief swimming through her voice.

How about we go home, and spend the night doing what we should have done the moment you walked through my door?

y/n grinned and lifted Ona onto her hips, running at the door which made them both chuckle, Ona hopped down and the two moved to her car, y/n locking Alexia's door with her key.

Just as they pulled out of the driveway, Alexia came into view and y/n smiled as she rolled down the window and blew a kiss her sister's way, Alexia smiling and catching it, placing it over her heart as she moved into her house.

Ona's hand rested on y/n's thigh as they drove back, a thick silence now filling the car as Ona pulled up in her parking space and the two walked quickly into the apartment.

The door had hardly shut before Ona was on y/n's waist and pressed against the wall, lips connected tongues between each other's mouths.

Ona moaned as y/n pulled at her bottom lip, smiling at the sound as she went back in to taste her again, she tasted of peppermint tea, something she only drank when stressed.

Ona's tongue curled around y/n's, the woman's hands tugging at y/n's shirt, trying to pull it from her body. y/n walked them to the sofa, Coco huffing as he scuttled away to sleep in the corner.

y/n couldn't help but lean down and start trailing soft kisses down Ona's neck, the woman's hands gripping at her arms, hair, waist, wherever she could grab as y/n settled over her.

y/n nips at the skin just below her neck and above Ona's collarbone, sucking at the skin as she creates a mark which has Ona moaning deliciously.

Ona's hands slide down, gripping at y/n's bum, squeezing her cheeks which felt as if they were shaped purely for the footballer's hands.

y/n throws Ona's top behind her, lips closing around her right breast, Ona lets out a breath of relief her hands locking into y/n's hair as she guided her mouth around her boob.

"Mi Amor." Ona gasps as y/n switches to the other breast, her hand reaching down to slip beneath the clothes which blocked her from where y/n wanted to be.

y/n stripped Ona quickly, tugging off her own shirt when Ona's hands wandered and gripped her tits, pulling at them, y/n looked down at the naked woman beneath her and moaned.

Ona's hands were filled with veins which pushed through her skin as she squeezed at y/n's boobs. y/n grinned as she slipped her hand between their intertwined bodies, pushing a finger through Ona's lips.

"God, I've missed this." y/n groaned out, finger slipping into Ona which caused the woman to gasp.

Ona's hands slipped from y/n's tits to her ass, pulling y/n's finger from her she lied back, bringing the actress onto her toned stomach which caused a gasp from y/n.

Ona's hands pushed y/n's ass into a grind, the woman tensing her stomach so the line of defined abs she had pushed through and caught y/n's clit delightfully.

y/n couldn't help but continue her grinding motion, letting out a breathy moan as her slick coated Ona's stomach, the woman watching her in awe.

y/n's hair had now come down, the bun being taken out when they were tangled together, her baby hairs were stuck to her sweaty forehead, and her eyes were shut with her mouth open in ecstasy.

y/n gasped as Ona pushed her stomach up slightly, jolting her clit and pushing y/n closer to the edge. y/n could feel her orgasm approaching so stopped.

"Amor?" Ona questioned softly as y/n lent down and caught her lips with Ona's, tongues tangling as y/n lifted and turned so her ass was pushed toward Ona's face.

y/n however moved her face down her tongue pushing through Ona's folds and pulling her taste into y/n's mouth. Ona moaned in shock but refused to lose the unspoken game.

Ona got to work quickly, her tongue pushing through y/n's folds as she quickly set to work pushing into y/n's clenching hole and pushing against her walls.

y/n moaned out in shock but continued her work, a finger sliding into Ona who gasped out and pulled y/n closer to her mouth, now sucking the leaking juices into her mouth.

y/n could feel her stomach tightening and added a second finger, eyes rolling in delight as Ona squeezed them as she pistoled her wrist, pushing her fingers quickly as her tongue circled Ona's clit.

At her actions Ona came in minutes, y/n continuing slowly as she relished the taste of her girlfriend, Ona's hand squeezed her ass, as the woman ate her loyally, y/n cumming with a cry as Ona grazed her clit with her teeth.

Ona continued, tasting every last spill of her girlfriend before the two pulled away, y/n pushing herself underneath her panting girlfriend who kissed her once more. Intertwining their tastes in each others mouths.

"I win." y/n whispered as they pulled away, Ona giggling as she shook her head and pressed a kiss to y/n's nose.

"No Amor, I always win with you." Ona promises her, before leaning over and turning the TV on.

y/n lay next to Ona, hands intertwined as they caught their breath, panting softly as their naked skin glistened with a light layer of sweat. Ona's hair was now up, and y/n couldn't help but run her finger down Ona's jawline.

Ona giggled and tucked herself into y/n's shoulder as the two stayed embraced together with the night shining through the open curtains of the living room.

"We're gonna break the internet, you realise that?" y/n asks Ona who chuckles.

"Yeah." She says simply and y/n smiles pressing a kiss to Ona's hair.

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END OF PART TWO

Mapi one is out tomorrow !! x

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Enchanted

Ona Batlle x fem!reader

-> Ona being a flustered mess around her ‘cute doctor’

Definition of love at first sight for my darling onita!!

Ona Batlle hated medics. It wasn’t that she hated them as people, she actually really admired people who dedicated most of their youth studying to help others. What Ona Batlle hated was being treated by medics. During both training and matches Ona would go to extreme measures just to hide an injury so that she wasn’t sent away to ‘waste’ valuable time that she could have been playing football as she says.

However, due to the amount of time she has been caught attempting to hide her pain, Ona’s hate for being seen by medics is infamously known by every player in the Barcelona Femeni team.

So therefore when Ona went down due to a mistimed slide tackle which resulted in someone’s studs harshly connecting with her ribs, Alexia’s ‘hawk eyes’ as Ona calls them, immediately noticed the wince that Ona tried to suppress with every step she took in attempt to ‘walk it off’.

“Off now Ona.”

At hearing this Ona’s eyes widened in shock as she realised she had been caught, everyone including Ona knew that it was useless trying to argue with Alexia, who was the most stubborn player on the team. In attempt to show the captain her annoyance, Ona let out an exaggerated sigh, which was ignored by Alexia, who instead shooed the defender off the pitch.

Ona made a point to walk as slowly as possible off the pitch and shoot a harsh glare at the player who injured her. Ona was annoyed. She had been deeply looking forward to the match against Real Madrid, and was excited to assist Barcelona in keeping their winning streak against them, only to be sent off just 27minutes into the game which she suspected she would have been playing full time for.

When she got to the sidelines the physios told the young spaniard to head to medical room 5 for a scan to check for broken ribs making the brunette internally groan at the possibility of having to miss any more time playing football due to some broken bones.

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When Ona eventually arrived at medical room 5, she had a mental battle while staring at a spot on the floor whether she should stay and get checked by a professional or go back to the locker rooms and get a long relaxing shower while it was quiet. However, her train of thoughts was interrupted by the door suddenly clicking open and a soft voice grasping her attention.

“Hello, can I help you?”

Ona was about to reject your offer and return back to the locker rooms, but as she looked up to match a face to the voice, her future words of dismissal died on her tongue.

“Oh- uh, t-the physios. My ribs.”

Ona internally cursed herself at her unusual nervousness and flustered state. She wouldn’t admit it but she also cursed you for making her feel like there were a million butterflies in her stomach, and she prayed that you mistook the blush on her cheeks for a visual of the past half hour she had spent running around the pitch.

“Of course, if you’d like to come in? What’s your name?”

Ona however had stupidly decided to try act casual by taking a large gulp out of her water bottle, but had hurriedly swallowed it in order to not leave your question waiting, which resulted in the brunette entering a coughing and choking fit. You quickly sprung to action and rubbed soothing circles onto the spaniards back until the coughing subsided, and Ona felt the tips of her ears burn as she looked at the ground.

The silence didn’t last for long though, as it was almost instantly interrupted by laughter that filled the air. Ona hated it. Ona was used to making girls laugh after a sarcastic quip she made in a bar, when she flirted her ways into someone’s bed, however Ona was definitely not used to a girl laughing at her, after she had almost basically died due to how much of a blushing mess you reduced her to.

However, as much as Ona hated your laugh, she could not resist the tugging of the corner of her lips at the soft giggles that you emitted. Ona was down bad instantly.

“Hola, soy y/n.” You said with a cheeky grin adorned on your face which made Ona swoon.

The brunette couldn’t help but chuckle at the heavy northern accent coating your words.

“Your pronunciation is terrible.” The defender replied with a smirk of her own.

“As is yours.” You said, but the truth is, Ona’s pronunciation was practically flawless, but she didn’t need to know that.

“No it isn’t, my pronunciation is perfect.” Ona said.

“Arrogance looks good on you.” You replied as you looked into her eyes. As cliché as it sounds, Ona’s eyes were beautiful, a gorgeous deep brown with specks of gold and green littered near her pupils. Little did you know Ona was also admiring your eyes aswell.

After sitting her down on the examination bed and taking some quick x-rays of her ribs, you ruled out the possibility of them being broken, and instead decided to feel the area to see the extent of the bruising.

At the sight of her abs up this close your breath hitched, and you prayed that Ona didn’t hear, on any other day Ona would have noticed and would make an effort to tease you for it, but today Ona was fully focused into trying to not let you see the effect you had on her this close.

At first, Ona relished the addictive feeling of your cold finger tips trailing around the area, but as the gentle touches faded into harsh prodding at the people and blue tinged skin, Ona’s wince became apparent for you.

As soon as you noticed Ona’s discomfort, you were quick to mutter a soft apology, and while Ona thought about her embarrassing first encounter with you, she realised something that she felt like kicking herself for. Ona had forgot to tell you her name.

Of course you knew who Ona Batlle was, your studies the entire team after you scored the job as their personal doctor, but you hoped that asking Ona her name would help you two get to know each other on a personal level.

“Ona.”was all the spaniard uttered quietly.

“What was that?”

“My name. My name is Ona.”

As you looked down at her, you couldn’t help but notice the dozens of freckles littered on her nose, and couldn’t help but smile softly at the defender.

You placed an ice pack onto the bruised area, strapping it to her skin with a bandage, then tugged her shirt back down and Ona took this as her que to sit up and wait for your diagnosis.

“Well Ona I’m happy to say that you have no broken ribs but you do have severe bruising in your ribs so I would recommend sitting out the next match to prevent further injuries, okay?”

Normally Ona would have freaked out at the idea of not being able to play the next match, and would have probably argued with the doctor until they told her she could play. However, with you Ona wanted nothing more than to listen to and respect your judgement. Ona knew she had fallen for you.

As you followed her to the door, the spaniard turned around to see you a last time before she left.

“Bye y/n”

“See you around Ona” You said with a grin.

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As Ona walked into the locker room she was shocked to be met with her teammates emerging from the showers and going to get dressed. How much time had she spent with you?

As her teammates noticed her arrival, Ona was immediately faced with questions about her change of opinions on medics, its safe to say that no one actually thought Ona would actually go to the medical room.

Patri immediately came over to her and bombarded her with questions.

“Why did you go to the medics?”

“Are your ribs broken?”

“Why are you happy after returning?”

Fortunately Ingrid came to Ona’s rescue and led the brunette over to where Alexia and Mapi were sat. The two best friends stopped their conversation as soon as Ona neared them, also confused at why Ona actually went to the medic.

“I can’t believe she actually went” Mapi said under her breath.

Unluckily for her, Ona heard.

“I went because they told me to” the defender said with a scowl upon her face. To which Alexia raised a brow in disbelief.

The questioning was soon interupted at the sound of the locker room door bursting open, making the multiple conversations stop.

But upon seeing who entered, Ona wished the ground would open and swallow her whole to save her from the relentless teasing she is bound to receive from the team after this.

There you were, stood at the doorway looking around the room until your eyes made contact with Ona’s and you offered her the same reassuring smile that Ona fell in love with.

You rushed up to the spaniard, only to hold out your hand.

Dammit. Her water bottle.

“Here you forgot this, but try not to choke this time” you said with your signature cheeky grin, before saying “adios” and turning to leave.

“B-bye y/n” Ona said, her flustered state returning at the realisation that her whole team had found out what convinced her to go to the medic, you turned around to shoot her a smile until the sound of the door clicked behind you.

“Because we told you to, huh?” Alexia said with a teasing smirk.

“Shut up, she was cute”

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A/N : There will be a part two to this, and hopefully I will have it written by the end of this week! Feel free to send in requests for your favourite footballers! 🤍

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imbored1201 · 3 months

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hiii!

could you write something where teen r lives w ona and is always attatched to her but then lucy moves in with her and now r is upset bc she has to actually use her own bed and ona ends up buying a new bed or something.

Ona’s Follower

Lucy x Ona x Teen Reader

Word Count: 2k

Yours and Ona's bond ran deep; the two of you had played in Manchester together. You were just 15 when you started playing with her; it was your first season coming from the academy, and she convinced you to move to Barcelona with her.

She always took care of you, and you practically followed her everywhere. She enjoyed the company though, teaching you everything, like how to cook her favorite Spanish dishes and even trying to teach you Spanish.

You feel the moment you really got attached to Ona was when she comforted you because of your frequent nightmares.

The two of you ended up being roommates when staying at a hotel with the United girls.

You had hoped you wouldn't get a nightmare. That didn't go your way, considering you had one.

You were woken up by Ona, who held you that night, and the next night, you had another one.

Back at the apartment, you continued to sleep in Ona's bed. You realized sleeping with Ona helped you a lot since you stopped having nightmares, and it turns out Ona hated being alone in a bed to the point she had a lot of stuffed animals on her bed while she slept so she didn't feel alone.

It was a huge win for both of you.

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You noticed something was going on between Ona and Lucy. Lucy was coming over every day now. You would always find them cuddling on the couch, and she would even pick you guys up to take you to training and games.

You liked Lucy; she was funny and always brought you candy, and you always destroyed her in FIFA, so it was fun.

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Then the next step happened. Lucy moved in. You were panicking, to you, that meant you and Ona couldn't sleep in the same bed anymore. That made you disappointed, even sadder, watching Lucy unpack all her things. The good thing about it was that you were able to see Nala every day now.

"Want to help me build this?" She was referring to a new dresser she had gotten. "Sorry, Luce, I need to go riding around." Lucy grinned, happy you were actually using the bike she had given you.

Ona was always complaining that you spent too much time in your room, so Lucy got you a bike, hoping it would motivate you to get out and go around the city.

That bike ride took a little bit longer than you intended. You did get caught up in your own head because, by the time you knew it, it was nighttime. Way past your cerfew.

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"Ona, calm down; she's fine; she probably just got caught up." Ona's eyes widened. "What if she got caught up doing something she isn't supposed to?" Lucy sighed, regretting her word choice.

"Ona, she's a good kid; she knows not to do anything bad. She'll be back soon; you're tired; come on." Lucy led her to bed. Ona continued to stare down at her phone, waiting for any little text from you.

She spent a couple of minutes lying down in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. "She has a key, Ona. Come on, you have to let the kid do her own thing at times. She'll be back soon; if it makes you feel better, I'll stay up and wait for her." Ona sighed and nodded.

By the time you got home, Lucy had already fallen asleep. She did wait an hour though; she was worried too, but once she finally received a 'I'm okay' text from you, that worry went away, and she fell asleep spooning Ona.

Once you finished your routine, you went to Ona's room. It was just a habit of yours at that point, and when you saw her and Lucy sleeping cuddled up in bed, something burned up inside you. Jealously and sadness. Tears started to build up in your eyes

You know it was probably childish, but it was just something you were used to. Ona had been your anchor; every time something went wrong, you went running to her. With Lucy there now, you felt like you couldn't do that anymore.

You gently closed the door and walked to your room. It was weird sleeping in your own bed for once. You hadn't done that in forever; you grabbed one of Ona's hoodies that you stole and laid down, using it as a pillow. You hoped you wouldn't have a nightmare and fell asleep.

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Lucy was the first to wake that morning; she hated to admit it, but she completely forgot she didn't see you come the front door; she got lost in admiring Ona's beauty to remember.

When Ona stirred, the first thing that came to her mind was you. She thought about last night and quickly sat up, not needing any time to fully wake up.

Lucy noticed Ona's panicked expression when she looked at her. "What?" She asked, getting up. "Where's Y/N?!" She was panicky, walking out of the room to search for you.

Lucy quickly got up and followed her as Ona checked the living room and kitchen. Lucy checked your room, and there you were. Using Ona's sweater as a pillow and holding onto a stuffed teddy bear, Lucy won you at the fair. She even won Ona one, then bragged about being too good at everything.

"Ona, she's in here," she quietly said, gently closing your door. Ona was about to barge into your room, but Lucy gently grabbed her. "She's sleeping." Ona sighed in relief and went back to the kitchen to make apology pancakes for you.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Lucy put her hand on Ona's hips. "Fuck Lucy, we shouldn't have slept in the same bed. I'm sorry. Y/N, she always sleeps with me; the poor girl gets these bad nightmares, and they stopped when she started sleeping with me"

Lucy looked understanding and thought for a little bit. "You know, we need to get a bigger bed anyway; it would be beneficial for everyone and maybe even encourage a little more action," she smirked. Ona raised her eyebrows. "Lucy, we are not talking about sex while there is a child in the bedroom."

"Of course not; that's why we send her to Mapi and Ingrid's. What I'm trying to say is, let's get a bigger bed so she can sleep with us."

Ona's face lit up, and she immediately grabbed her car keys. "I'm going to look at bigger beds," she told Lucy, and left. Lucy quickly took over, smirking to herself for being a genius.

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That whole day, you only came out to eat the pancakes and for dinner. Lucy took control and barged into your room. You ended up crushing her in FIFA again.

It was now 10 p.m., and you were thirsty, your eyes hurt from playing video games all day, and you had done nothing productive all day. Mostly trying to get used to the fact that your room was actually going to be your room for once.

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"What's wrong?" Ona asked noticing your frown, you jumped, almost dropping your water. You weren't expecting Ona and Lucy to still be up at this time watching their romantic movies. "Nothing, just thirsty."

"Come watch the movie with us." Lucy made room between her and Ona. You shook your head, "I'm going to bed." Lucy didn't give up, though; she got up and threw you over her shoulders.

"Luce," you whined. She threw you on the couch, and Ona was quick to hug you, so you couldn't get up. You sighed, paying attention to the movie.

You were exhausted by the end of the movie, the comfort of Ona being next to you made it harder to keep your eyes open. You let your head fall against Lucy's shoulder.

"How about you two snuggle in tonight? I'll take the couch. Then we'll go get the thing tomorrow." Lucy winked at Ona at the last part. You were confused but too tired to argue. The bed was being delivered tomorrow morning; it was just up to Lucy to bring it in on her own and build it.

Ona led you to her room, where you collapsed on her bed. “Did you have any nightmares last night?” She asked as she got in beside you. You shook your head, rolling into her body and cuddling into her chest. She wanted to apologize for making you sleep in your own bed that night, but you had already fallen asleep.

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Once again, you woke up to no Ona. You huffed and got up, stealing a sweater that you were pretty sure was Lucy’s. “Ona?” You called out.

You heard the front door opening and someone grunting. Nala started barking at whatever it was, so you made your way to the noise, thinking it was Ona. You let out a sad sigh when you saw it was Lucy. You loved her, but all the woman made was eggs in the morning, and you wanted Ona’s special pancakes again.

"Where's Ona?" You asked Lucy, who was struggling to bring in a mattress. "Store," she spoke out of breath.

"What are you doing?" You asked. It was pretty obvious, but your brain was way too confused right now, and you had to ask questions. She let out some deep breaths before speaking. "Putting in the new mattress"

"Can I help?" She shrugged. "Sure, pull it," you grunted as you did what you were told. Ona wasn’t actually sure if the mattress would fit through the door; she just hoped it would. "Finally,” Lucy said, when the mattress finally got past the door.

You were Lucy’s helper, playing with the tools, giving her whatever she needed, completely forgetting about your hunger. She proudly patted your back when everything was finished.

"This calls for ice cream." She put a hand on your shoulder and led you out. You looked at her confused, but just went along with it. "I haven’t had breakfast," she shrugged. "It's fine.”

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"Kid, you know I'm not going to take Ona from you, right?" You paused from where you were eating your ice cream and nodded, but you weren't actually sure how you felt.

"Ona adores you; trust me, in a house fire, she would save you over me." You smiled at that. “But it’s fair; I would save Nala before the both of you."

"You promise you'll take care of her?" She nodded before adding, "I'm going to take care of both of you, I promise." She put out her pinky finger, which you took with yours.

"That's why we bought the new mattress; it's bigger so all three of us could fit on that bed," you had a confused look on your face again, "Won't you be uncomfortable?" Lucy shook her head and let out a little laugh.

“Of course not; at this point, you’re my stepkid, you’re my favorite stepkid, and Nala is my favorite kid." She smiled proudly at that, and you appreciated it in a way. "Thanks, Lucy; I guess I understand why Ona fell for you now." “I’m just charming, ain’t I?” "Nevermind"

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You still didn’t believe Lucy was actually comfortable with you being there, which is why you got ready to sleep in your own bed again. Lucy broke into your room once again, a rare stern look on her face.

“What are you doing?” Lucy asked, her arms crossed. “I don’t want to disturb.” Lucy once again threw you over her shoulder and carried you to the bed.

She set you down close to Ona who smiled at you.

“Sleep bebita,” Ona spoke, spooning you. Lucy got into bed, leaving you squished in between them. Lucy got closer to you, making you push her away. “You have all that space over there."

“Shut up and let me cuddle you." You rolled your eyes and squirmed away from her, but she felt you relaxing after a couple of seconds. Your eyes were closing, and in a couple of seconds, you were out.

“Thank you for making an effort with her, Lucia.” Lucy nodded as she stroked your hair.

“I’m just the stepdad that stepped up, ain’t I?” Lucy grinned, Ona rolled her eyes, holding you tighter. “Buenas noches Bronze”

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woso-dreamzzz · 3 months

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New Girlfriend II

Lucy Bronze x Teen!Reader

Ona Batlle x Teen!Reader

Summary: Ona's tipsy

It's hard to hate Ona.

You kind of wish you could regardless of the truce you have going on with her.

She's over all the time. She's always in your house and your face and you hate that she asks about school.

It was always Keira's job to help you with your homework. You miss Keira a lot which is probably why you stick heavily to her side when your Mum hosts a bonding night for the team.

You sit next to her and let her give you a hug that you sag happily into. You used to see Keira all the time but it's Ona that you see more often now.

It's strange but you're working on it because you think your Mum is really in love with Ona and she's so happy so you're sucking it up.

It doesn't mean that you don't stick to Keira whenever you can.

Originally, you thought it would get you some respite from Ona but it seemed that even Keira had a good relationship with her so, as you sat at the kitchen table, leaning against Keira as she helped you with your homework, Ona appeared out of seemingly thin air.

Her cheeks have a red kind of sheen that you know comes from the alcohol in her glass. She's a little tipsy, just like most of the girls in the house.

"You're so smart," She giggles as you scrawl down the equation Keira explains to you," Both of you. So smart." She breaks off into a fit of giggles and Keira leaves your side to guide Ona into a chair.

"How about we sit down?" Keira says as she takes the drink from Ona," And have some water."

Ona's giggling again and it's a little unnerving. She reaches across the table and holds the hand you're not using to write. Another wave of giggles. "You're so smart. Is it hard? Being smart all the time?"

"It must be," You mutter," Because this is my birthday party and I'm stuck doing homework."

You hadn't really wanted to do anything for your birthday. You didn't have any friends at your new school (the accent of your spoken Spanish tended to put people off) but your Mum took any excuse to get a bit tipsy without consequences and the team had ended up around your place to 'celebrate' which really acted as a dual celebration of the big one they just had over Real Madrid.

"That's sad," Ona says," I wasn't good at school. You're doing it in a different language."

You sigh softly, shaking your head in amusement as she continues to talk earnestly to you, making sure to keep eye contact so she's sure that you're understanding her.

"Lucy's so proud of you, she tells me all the time."

That shocks you a little bit. You hadn't really considered what your Mum and Ona talked about when you weren't there. Truly, you had imagined that their time was taken up by kissing.

"I want you to like me," Ona continues, still giggling and completely flushed in the face," How can I make you like me more? Arcade? Food? Food! Let's order food!"

"Let's not order food," Mum says as she approaches. She's not as tipsy as Ona is but there's a little flush to her skin. "Because then we've got to pay for everyone's."

"No!" Ona says with that dopey smile that she always gets when your Mum is holding her. "Just for the birthday girl." She looks at you again. "Ooh! Let's get cake!"

Mum laughs, leaning down to whisper in Ona's ear about something.

Keira, who you thought would be fairly awkward around the couple, just shakes her head fondly. "You two are gross," She declares with a laugh, confiscating both of their drinks. She's the most sober person in the house. "You're already lovey-dovey at practice."

Mum laughs. "This is my house, Kei. I can be lovey-dovey if I want."

"You're scarring her!" She says," Look at her!"

You've got your nose all wrinkled up in disgust and Mum leans over to pinch at her cheek.

"Don't lie, Kei! She loves this!"

You push her away in annoyance and try to throw your pen at her but you're caught off guard by Ona hugging you tight. You didn't realise she was such a sentimental drunk.

"You're so smart."

Oh, she's back on that.

"Lucy, tell her she's smart!"

"Very smart," Mum says. You're trapped by Ona so can't escape when Mum places a big, wet kiss on your cheek and then grabs you in a headlock. "My smart little girl!"

"Mum!" You cry out," Let go! Come on, let go!"

"No!" Mum laughs," You're a proper teenager now! My little birthday girl!"

"It's your birthday!" Ona exclaims like it's the first time she's heard the news," I got you a gift!" She pats wildly at her pockets before coming up empty. "Lucy, where's my gift?"

Mum's only half paying attention as she rubs her knuckles against your hair as you fight to get away, tears of laughter streaming down your cheeks. "Er...I don't know? I think you called it an experience?"

"Ah! Ah!" You had to admit (begrudgingly), Ona jumping up and down in triumph was kind of cute. "We will go to the beach! There is an arcade there! A big one! Bigger than the one here!"

It stumped you for a moment. Your love for arcades wasn't something that you talked a lot about but clearly, Ona remembered. She's smiling at you now and you tear your gaze away to look at your Mum.

"Really? And you're okay with going?"

"I'm going to the beach," Mum says," You and Ona can waste all the money you want but I'm working on my tan."

Ona sticks her tongue out. "Buzzkill."

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greynatomy · 3 months

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soft launch

ona batlle x reader

had this in the drafts for so long that i forgot abt it. then remembered i only wrote it cause i want ona to myself

prequel here

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“Ona Batlle and Lucy Bronze share an embrace after Spain’s World Cup Win”

“Lucy Bronze and Keira Walsh broke up”

“Wonze is no more”

“Luna - Lucy Bronze and Ona Batlle ship name”

“i just saw lucy and ona walking around barcelona by themselves”

“keira posted a picture with narla. they’re still together”

“Wait, wait. Look at this one. Ona Batlle seen going home with Lucy Bronze after practice. Guess it’s illegal to be in Lucy’s car.”

“Mi mundo, why are you still reading those?” Ona asks, setting a cup of tea in front of where you sat on the kitchen table.

“It’s just so funny. Me and Keira were in the backseat too.”

“I called gunshots.” She shrugged.

“Shotgun, my love.”

“It is the same.”

“Sure.” You stand up from your seat, Ona sliding in to sit, you finding your place on her lap. A familiar action.

“We should tell people now, I think. Slowly?”

“Yes! A soft launch!”

“I don’t know what that is.”

“Like, we don’t hide our relationship but we don’t make a big deal out of it.”

“I like that.”

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Ona and Lucy are at a meet and greet with some Barcelona fans. One fan, Andrea, stepped up to the microphone.

“Hi.”

“Hello. What’s your name?”

“Andrea.”

“Hi, Andrea. What’s your question?”

“Well, I don’t know if you’ve both are aware, but there’s been a lot of rumors and speculations on the internet.”

“Oh? About what?” Lucy asks with a smirk.

“Luna or Wonze.”

The crowd cheers, also wanting to know all the information.

“Okay, okay.” Ona speaks up this time, not able to stop the smile on her face. “Me and Lucy, we are very close. Only because we don’t really have a choice.”

“Yeah, if we did, I’d stay far away from Ona. Nah, I’m kidding. I met her back in England on Holiday. Wanted to surprise my sister, but saw someone else.” She points a thumb towards Ona.

“You’re dating her sister.” Someone stated, shocked, making the audience laugh.

“Oh, yeah. They are not shy with letting people know.”

“What about all the car rides and stuff.”

“Y/N is usually in the back with Keira. They love to gossip, most of the time making fun on all the edits.”

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lucybronze those hands are a bit too low for my liking

↳ keirawalsh leave them alone

↳ yourinstagram yeah! leave me alone

↳ keirawalsh @/yourinstagram don’t push her buttons

yourinstagram just couldn’t help yourself huh?

↳ ona.batlle want to show you off

↳ user1 omg that was so cute

↳ user2 i need me an ona

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etherealstar-writes · 3 months

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I WANNA BE YOURS | LIONESSES X READER | PT 12

pairings: lionesses x reader

summary: in which you're accidentally added to a random group chat, not knowing they're all actually famous footballers, and obliviously end up having many of them competing for your love and attention.

part: twelve

part one here

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THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM

the REAL karate kid HOLD ON I FELL ASLEEP AND THIS IS WHAT I WAKE UP TO Y/N BAE WHAT IS THIS 😭

elton OMG LESSI MY MEMES SKILLZ ARE FINALLY RUBBING OFF ON YA

stairway still cannot believe this tho y/n 😔

neev neither 😔

willybum the betrayal 😔

the REAL karate kid y/n just so you know, we are not okay 😔

lotte 😔

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ so um ....

neev Y/NNN YOU'RE ALIVE HOW WAS THE DATE

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ he never showed up got stood up 😔

elton oh

stairway that is so sad

willybum that truly is terrible to hear

the REAL karate kid very sad

neev that really sucks

meado you idiots! atleast be nice and pretend to actually feel bad! ignore them y/n i'm really sorry to hear that he didn't deserve you at all

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ thank you beffy 🥺 it's fine gonna thrive in my single life forever i guess 😔✊

stairway well y/n i'm free tonight 👀

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ so am i 👀

willybum absolutely not we have our semis tomorrow you're not going anywhere

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ that is very unfortunate georgia 😔 maybe one day

stairway 😔

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ you know now that i'm getting better at my woso knowledge do a few of your teammates just not like messaging? bcuz there's a few not on this chat

neev hold on a sec you're right! chloe, esme, kirby, turner and zelem aren't even in the chat

staiway you forgot to add them ??

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ and you guys just realised 😭😭

elton shhhhh i'll add them now

elton added ona batlle

elton oh nuggets

the REAL karate kid HELP

elton i am walking and eating a donut and i accidentally clicked on the wrong person

willybum added katie

willybum do not trust ella to add people to this chat anymore

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ omg hey ona!

kie oh my days

ona batlle hello! :) i am not on the england team?

earpsy you qualify to be here anyway don't ya worry

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ ona, may i just say you are very peng

stairway Y/N.

neev peng 😭😭

ona batlle i am not sure what that means but i can only assume that it is good so thank you!

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ do you think i'm peng?

ona batlle yes sure! of course!

stairway 😐😐

katie ur ugly

elton hey katie! nice to see you too

katie i was talking to you

elton that is not nice

katie neither is being friends with you

elton i am not sure where this attitude has come from

willybum i love this new zelem

katie i hope you fall in the shower

willybum i take that back

katie HAHAHA HELP

neev WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING

katie HAH WILLYBUM THESE NAMES 😭😭 and i'm not katie zelem

meado i cannot believe how you guys keep doing this you added katie mccabe not zelem

elton OMG IT WASN'T ME IT WAS LEAH I DIDNT DO IT THIS TIME

rusty metal you literally added ona earlier ...

willybum changed the name katie to mccard

mccard was that name really necessary? really?

willybum yes.

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ OMG THE KATIE MCCABE ILY

mccard hello y/n ❤️

willybum absolutely not stay away from our y/n mccabe

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ OMG CAN WE ADD STEPH CATLEY TOO I LOVE HER

the REAL karate kid HUH

stairway hey hey hey you're supposed to be the lionesses' biggest fan what is this betrayal

neev yeah 😔😔

mccard added steph

meado STEPHYY hey girl!

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ OMG OMG NO ONE MOVE

steph katie did you add me here to get attacked bcuz i'm aussie? and heyy beffy!

mccard not this time :)

steph national diving time?! help 😭😭

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ omg hi!! ily you're amazing

steph aww thank you y/n!!

stairway look toone what have you done everyone's stealing y/n away from us now

elton how is any of this my fault?!!

the REAL karate kid it is

neev it is

lotte it is

willybum it is

earpsy it is

brightness it is

daily it is

stairway it is

rusty metal it is

meado it is

mccard it is

elton

i hate you all so much

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museanddream · 2 months

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Heaven || Ona Batlle x Lucy Bronze x reader

Warnings: 🔞 || threesome, poly relationship, fingering, oral sex, strap-ons, degrading language, bottom!reader

Word count: 2.1k

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If heaven was a place, it would be right here.

Here, between your girls, your back pressed against Lucy’s chest, one of her hands plucking at your nipple while her other holds your knee up, making space for Ona to feast between your legs.

“Use your fingers,” Lucy commands Ona. “She wants you inside her.”

Ona lifts her head, lips shiny with your arousal, then runs her fingers through your dripping folds before she sinks a single finger into you.

“I can speak for myself,” you huff, though your words slip into a moan as Ona curls her finger inside you.

Lucy pinches your nipple roughly, which in turn causes you to buck your hips up into Ona’s hand. You’re coherent enough to chat back, but not enough to remember that it’s a bad idea to do so. Especially when Lucy is in one of her commanding moods.

“Oh, you can?” Lucy hums into your ear, and you realise too late that there will be consequences for what you said. Lucy addresses Ona next, “Add another one. You’re not fucking her hard enough if she can talk.”

Ona hooks her finger against your front wall to elicit a moan from your throat as she drags it out slowly, before replacing one finger with two on the next thrust. Her movements are rougher, the base of her thumb grazing your clit with every thrust, just enough pressure to remind you how desperate you are to come but not enough to actually get you close.

“Can she take three?” Lucy asks Ona, watching the way that Ona’s fingers enter and leave your body with fascination.

“I think so,” Ona answers, and it drives you insane, the way they’re talking about fucking you as casually as if they were discussing what to cook for dinner. “It’d be a stretch but she’s wet enough. Or we could…”

Ona’s fingers have stilled inside you and you open your eyes, feeling the way that your girlfriends are silently communicating with each other while you lie back against Lucy, a desperate mess between them. You watch Ona’s eyes flicker towards the nightstand as she wordlessly asks for Lucy’s permission and you involuntarily clench around Ona’s fingers at the thought of them using one of the many toys in the bottom drawer on you.

“Please,” you beg, needing to feel full, fuller than the two fingers currently nestled in your cunt. You want to be stretched open, to feel the soreness of a thorough fucking tomorrow.

Despite the way she looks down at you from where she’s knelt between your legs, Ona’s brown eyes are soft, almost understanding of your predicament. You have no doubt in your mind that if it was just the two of you, she’d give in to your every request, pleasure you exactly how you asked her to and make you come over and over again until you could no longer move.

Lucy is not quite so accommodating.

“Oh, really? You want our cock?”

The way that Lucy refers to it as their cock has you dripping onto the sheet, bucking your hips up into nothing as Ona withdraws her fingers and walks over to the nightstand to look for the harness. Ona might be the one about to fill you up but there’s no doubt that it’s both of them who are fucking you, Ona listening obediently to every command that Lucy gives you as they slowly bring you to ruin.

“Please.”

“Please what?” asks Lucy, sending one of her hands south down your body to replace Ona’s, brushing over your clit and down towards your entrance with barely enough pressure to tease, let alone give you the pleasure you crave.

It’s still enough to have you whining and begging.

“Please, I want your cock. Fill me up. I need it.”

Lucy drags her hand back up your body, ghosting over your throat with wet fingers before she slides them past your lips, encouraging you to clean your own arousal from her deft digits with your tongue.

“You heard her, Ona,” says Lucy, releasing her fingers from your mouth with a wet pop and deliberately smearing your saliva over your own chin. “Give the slut what she wants.”

Satisfied with the fit of the harness against her hips, Ona returns to the bed and kneels between your spread legs. The silicone cock nudges against your thigh, mere inches from where you ache to be filled, as Ona crawls up the bed and covers your body with hers. You think she’s coming in to kiss you and tilt your head to accommodate her mouth, but she bypasses you completely, instead kissing Lucy over your shoulder.

They kiss slowly, messily, and it’s normally one of your favourite things to watch your girlfriends kiss each other in front of you but right now, sandwiched between their hot bodies with Ona’s cock against your leg taunting your empty cunt, you wish they’d hurry up and get to the main event.

You thought you were doing a pretty good job of being patient while they kiss as if you’re not even there, holding back the whines and pleas that threaten to slip from your throat, but clearly not well enough. Your hips buck subconsciously, trying to get a bit of pressure from the toy that is so close to where you need it, yet still too far away.

And of course Lucy notices.

“Oh, was there something you wanted?” Lucy taunts you as Ona’s mouth descends to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses down to the hollow of Lucy’s throat.

“Please, Luce,” you beg. “Want Ona to fuck me.”

“Go on,” Lucy tells Ona, who grabs a pillow and slides it under your hips with Lucy’s help. “No need to be gentle, not when she’s this desperate. Need to show her who’s in charge.”

Lucy is the one in charge, even as Ona gets into position between your spread legs and rubs the head of her cock against your folds, nudging easily against your clit with the help of your natural lubrication. Lucy, the puppetmaster, holding your legs open as Ona, her willing marionette, listens to every word of instruction that Lucy gives for your pleasure. It’s almost demeaning, like you’re not good enough, not worthy enough, to be fucked by Lucy herself, instead having her pull the strings as Ona does the work for her.

“Ready?” Ona asks, testing your entrance again with two deft fingers, before using the string of arousal that clings to her digits when she pulls out to slick the head of the cock strapped to her hips.

Lucy answers on your behalf.

“She’s ready.”

“Ona, please.”

Ona widens her knees and nudges the head of the cock against your entrance. It’s not the biggest one in your collection - only Lucy is allowed to wear that - but it’s still wider than the fingers Ona prepared you with, the thick head stretching you open as she pushes slowly inside.

“Fill her up,” Lucy orders Ona. “She can take it. She’s not going to break.”

Ona pulls almost all the way out, then pushes back in, deeper this time but just as agonisingly slow.

“More fun to tease her,” Ona counters, her eyes fixated on the point where her cock disappears into your cunt.

It’s not often that Ona disobeys an order from Lucy, always eager to please, but she also knows that the only time she can get away with it is when you’re spread out and desperate between them. Lucy isn’t going to punish Ona for questioning her authority when she’s already got you begging so deliciously.

Ona continues to fill you, sliding the toy into your hole inch by inch, pulling out occasionally before resuming. The stretch is so agonisingly pleasurable that you fumble around until you find Lucy’s hand on your thigh holding you open and grasp at her fingers. Lucy allows it, threading her fingers through yours and giving them a squeeze that almost makes you forget that your girlfriends are on a mission to ruin you, until she speaks again.

“Harder.”

This time, Ona listens. She withdraws a couple of inches, then drives back in with the full force of her hips, filling you completely. Your back arches, your head falling back against Lucy’s shoulder as you let out a cry of pleasure, and Ona’s hips start rhythmically thrusting against yours.

“How does it feel?” Lucy asks, pressing her cheek against yours as she cradles you from behind, the hand that isn’t laced with yours coming up to play with your tits again.

“Good,” you answer, between groans. “Fuck! Really fucking good.”

Lucy pinches your nipple, then addresses Ona again.

“Harder.”

Ona does as Lucy asks, leaning forward to partly cover your body with hers as she plants her hands on either side of you to support her body weight, giving her hips the freedom to pound the cock into your cunt with even more vigour. Ona’s frame is small, but her athleticism has primed her for this, barely faltering as she drives her hips into yours. The toy seems to hit deeper with every thrust, the slight curve to the shaft dragging against your front wall each time she withdraws, only for her to slide straight back in again.

It’s almost perfect, the pleasure building between your legs each time Ona’s hips slap against yours and the cock hits inside you just right. Almost enough to bring you right to the edge, if only somebody would apply the right kind of pressure to your clit to match Ona’s thrusts.

You’ll forgive Ona, her hands busy holding her body up so that she can hit that perfect spot inside you, but it’s frankly criminal that Lucy has two hands and neither of them are playing with your clit.

“Luce, I need…”

“No.”

The hand on your tit comes up to grab your jaw, tilting your head away from where you’d been pressing it into Lucy’s cheek and forcing you to look down your body at where the toy disappears inside you.

“Look at Ona. Look how well she’s fucking you. You don’t need anything.”

Ona lifts her head as she continues to fuck into you and you meet the gaze of her dark eyes. So what if Lucy won’t give you what you want? Maybe Ona will be kinder.

“Ona, please. I want to come.”

“I want her to wait,” Lucy growls, the low rumble of her voice making vibrations against your back that cause all the hairs on your arms to stand to attention.

And that’s not an order Ona is willing to disobey. Unfortunately for you, Lucy seems to have just as much control over Ona as she does over you. Ona’s eyes soften in an apology as she continues to fuck you, though her hips slow slightly to give you a little respite from the pressure building in your core.

“Ona…”

“Lucy said…”

“Lucy can get fucked.”

The words spill from your lips before you can stop them and you know you’re in big trouble.

Ona does too, her hips stilling, the toy buried deep inside you, forcing all your attention onto Lucy.

“What did you say?” Lucy asks, her voice dangerously calm, but you know better than to believe there won’t be consequences for what you said.

You try to stammer your way out of a punishment, despite already knowing your fate.

“Nothing, I…”

“She said you can get fucked,” Ona supplies unhelpfully, interrupting before you can make excuses, or at the very least apologise.

“I thought so,” Lucy says. “That’s not a bad idea, actually. What d’ya think, Ona?”

“You want her mouth?” Ona asks, pulling the strap out and leaving you achingly empty.

“You want her arse in the air.”

Ona smirks, her eyebrows twitching up in agreement, and she uses strong hands on your hips to drag you down the bed towards where she stands at the foot of it.

“Do you like that idea, amor?” Ona asks.

Standing in front of you, Ona’s cock is right there, and you’re in half a mind to wrap your lips around it, cleaning it of your slick, but you’re already in enough trouble with Lucy without putting your mouth on Ona before you put it on her.

Instead, you nod and look back up at Ona as you say, “Yeah.”

“Good girl,” Ona praises you, her eyes full of adoration as she caresses one of your cheeks with her hand.

The tender moment is interrupted by Lucy behind you, impatient to get back to business.

“Get her into position.”

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ktgoodmorning · 23 days

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"Stop smirking, I'm mad at you"

Ona Batlle x reader

You and Ona get lost, inspired by this pic of her.

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You were just in the process of jamming your feet in a pair of shoes when you heard the doorbell ring. Knowing it was your girlfriend coming to pick you up, you hobbled over to open it, still putting your shoes on. “Buenos días, cariño!” Ona greeted you with the same wide smile you had grown to love, giving you a peck on the lips before entering your apartment.

“Hola, Oni. I’ll be ready in a second. Let me just grab my stuff.” Ona had made plans for the two of you to go hiking together, wanting to try out a new trail that Mapi had told her about.

Hiking wasn’t your favorite thing but you could make an exception if it meant spending time with Ona. You trusted that she knew you well enough not to plan anything too long or you’d get tired of it, along with packing lots of snacks to make sure she could keep you in a good mood.

You reappeared wearing a small backpack, ready for your short adventure, to find Ona sitting on your kitchen counter, waiting patiently. As soon as she saw you, she jumped down to give you another kiss. “All ready to go?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,.” You playfully rolled her eyes at her, knowing that you couldn’t have that bad of a time when you were with her.

Ona stood up on her toes to meet you, kissing your nose, “you’ll have fun, I promise. Mapi said this was a good trail.”

“Oh so now we’re trusting Mapi to plan our dates?”

“Okay. You got me there. But I do still think you’ll like this one.” You gave her a light chuckle as she pulled you towards the door, eager to get going and start your day together.

The entire care ride there, Ona was excitedly telling you about your upcoming hike and everything that you might be seeing. She held your hand as she drove, constantly stealing looks at you to see if you were as enthusiastic as she was. You noticed her constant glances over at you and you found it amusing. It was sweet how much she cared about you having a good time with her, even if you both knew you always did. You gave her hand a squeeze, giving her a bit of reassurance as she drove. Even if you didn’t love the activity itself, you were excited to have this much uninterrupted time, just the two of you. Plus she had reassured you that it was supposed to be relatively short and easy so you knew you should be able to get through it without too many complaints.

When she parked the car, the dark haired woman looked to you for reassurance once again. “Are you sure you want to do this? We can always do something else if you don’t want to.”

“Oni, I’m all in, okay? This sounds like it’ll be fun, and it’s not all that long anyways, I’ll be good I swear. I won’t even complain that much.” You gave her another kiss, hoping that she’d be settled by the fact that you were fully agreeing to this. It seemed to work as she gave you a quick nod. With that you left the car, ready for your girlfriend to lead the way.

Ona was right that it did seem to be more interesting than some of the hikes you’d done. There was more to look at- more interesting flowers, a view of the water in the distance, it really wasn’t bad. It was a beautiful day so it made for good conversation as you moved alongside your girlfriend. At times you would stop to take a picture of the scenery or look at some bird that you saw off in the distance. It was nice, peaceful.

After about an hour, you reached a small clearing that had a beautiful view of the ocean where you both decided to take a short break. Ona passed you the water bottle she brought for you as you both sat on some rocks, taking in the view.

“So,” she looked over to you, “what do you think of the trail so far?”

“You know, you were right. I like this one a lot better than the last, the scenery is better for sure.”

“Well don’t tell Mapi cause it was her idea and she doesn’t need her ego inflated anymore.” You laughed as she put an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into her so you could rest your head on her shoulder. The Catalan immediately pressed a kiss to the top of your head while you just sat, lost in thought, taking in the peace and quiet.

You appreciated how Ona helped you get out of your comfort zone and expand your world. She could push you to do things you never normally would while still making sure you were comfortable.

As it often did, your girlfriend’s voice broke you from your thoughts, “Should we start to head back so we make it in time for dinner?”

You gave her a nod and she loosened her arm around you, both knowing that you’d be the first to start complaining once you got hungry. Once you stood up, you offered Ona your hand, pulling her up to join you, giving her a quick kiss as soon as she did. Her lips chased yours, not wanting to separate for long. You smiled deeply, loving how she could never get enough of you as she wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you in tight for a longer kiss.

The two of you only separated when you heard another pair of hikers approaching, grinning at each other as you did so. “Shall we?” Ona offered you her hand and began to lead the two of you back in the direction you came from.

You appreciated the peacefulness of the hike back. The sun had lowered slightly in the sky and was casting a new set of shadows across your path, illuminating the scenery in a new way. The new lighting made you take notice of things you hadn’t seen before on your way out- more flowers, more little rodents scampering down the trees next to you. It was beautiful. For a second you were almost enjoying the idea of hiking.

At some point along the way, you noticed that at every split in the path Ona would stop and look around for a while before continuing picking which way to go. It seemed at first like she was just taking in the view, just as you were doing, but her pauses became longer and longer the further you went. You started to take notice of this but figured she must have a reason. Ona knew what she was doing, she went on hikes somewhat regularly, so she would definitely know the way back better than you would.

When you realized that you had been walking for an hour and a half and still saw nothing but trees ahead of you, concern started to wash over you. “Oni, you know the way back, yes?”

Your girlfriend stopped briefly and gave you a look, eyebrows raised, “Of course I do. I just wanted to take a little different route back so we could see some more of the trail. Is that okay?”

”Of course, it’s beautiful. I’m glad we get to see a bit more of it.” You smiled at her, reassured that the change in route was intentional. Ona didn’t seem to return your smile as she turned back to the trail and continued to lead you forward.

You continued to walk, keeping a close eye on Ona’s face as you did so, trying your best to read her thoughts. Her face would scrunch up in confusion at times as she tried to hide the way she continued to look around, trying to figure out her surroundings. The longer you walked, the more sure you were that you were lost. Your girlfriend didn’t realize how clearly her feelings showed on her face so it was becoming obvious to you how confused she was as she continued to try to find her way back to the car.

After it had been about another half hour, you gave her hand a tug, making her stop to look back at you, a serious look across your face. “Oni, we’re lost.” You were surprised to see her roll her eyes in response, apparently ready to get defensive. Hoping to calm her down some, you lifted her hand in yours to place a soft kiss on the back of it. “It’s okay, just let me help you find our way back.”

“We’re not lost! I can get us back just fine!” she snapped at you before sighing heavily, apparently annoyed at you for questioning her. “I have snacks if you’re hungry or something but you need to trust me. I know what I’m doing!” she dropped your hand and started forward again, not bothering to look back at you.

Even though you knew she was serious, it was so hard to take your girlfriend’s anger seriously. Especially with how she was now stomping down the path, it was like watching an angry toddler. She couldn’t help it, she was just so cute. When she offered you snacks in the middle of being mad at you, it was hard to take her bad mood personally. You smiled softly to yourself while continuing behind her

As you followed her closely, you secretly pulled up the trail map on your phone. Ona made it clear she was frustrated that you questioned her but you just wanted to make sure you made it back before dark.

When you came to another divide in the road, she stopped, eyebrows knit together, trying to decide which way was right. You wanted to stay quiet but when she tried to lead you the exact opposite direction from the car, you had to speak up.

“Love, I think we need to go this way.” You tried your best to speak gently, not wanting to upset her any further. The trail map said that if you took the path you were suggesting, you’d only have a couple more minutes until you reached the car, much closer than either of you realized. Certainly it would be a much quicker way back than the way Ona was trying to currently lead you, directly away from the car. At this point you were just waiting for her to give up her stubbornness and agree that you were right.

You didn’t notice the small smile that had crept onto your face as you both stood in a deadlock, staring at each other, until she finally broke.

“Stop smirking at me, I'm mad at you!” this time you definitely laughed at her as she was one step away from an actual tantrum. “Amorrrrrrrr, stop laughing at me.”

“Oni, you know I love you. And I’m sorry for laughing at you. But if we go this way, we’re literally less than five minutes from the car.” You took her hands in yours, calming her slightly as you spoke. The Catalan’s eyes were on the ground, seemingly ashamed to have gotten you lost on what should’ve been an easy hike. “Why don’t we head back to the car, we can grab some dinner, and then we’ll go back to my place and do the usual.” Ona finally looked up at you, confused by what you meant. “You know, the usual. We eat snacks, sit on the couch, ignore the TV, and make out.”

Your comment got a smile from her, the first one you’d seen in at least an hour. She gave you a shy nod, still not fully past the shame of leading you astray for the last two hours. “Oni, give me a hug.” Your girlfriend didn’t need to be told twice, launching herself into you without a second thought.

She held you tightly, clearly needing the hug more than you realized, before she mumbled into your shoulder, “sorry for getting us lost.” “It’s okay, love. Just don’t tell Mapi cause she’ll never let you hear the end of it.” You gave her a short kiss before grabbing her hand again, this time taking the lead yourself and successfully making your way back to the car.

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alessiasfreckles · 2 months

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scratches down your back now (ona batlle x reader)

you just want Ona to use you, and she's more than happy to do so.

warnings: SMUT 18+, dom!ona, sub!reader, fingering (r receiving), strap (r receiving), back scratching, dirty talk, degradation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, praise kink

a/n: based on this request, hope you enjoy x

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You had been teasing Ona all day. In training, you wore the shorts she liked, the short ones that showed off your legs. You would look over to catch her watching you in the gym, looking at your arms as you lifted weights, looking at your ass when you did squats, her eyes dark. Even from across the gym you could tell that her jaw was clenched, a small frown on her face. She knew what you were doing.

The journey home was quiet. Ona’s hand was on your leg as she drove, fingers squeezing just hard enough to make sure you could feel it, but not so hard as to hurt. She stayed close to your knee, ignoring the way you were squirming in your seat, shifting your leg in an attempt to get her to move her hand higher up your thigh.

She glanced over at you, an eyebrow raised, but said nothing. You sighed and resigned yourself to waiting until you were home. The last 10 minutes of the drive felt like an hour, and you breathed a sigh of relief when Ona finally pulled into the parking spot of your apartment.

As soon as you were in the bedroom, she pushed you against the wall, hands pinned above your head. Her face was right in front of yours, and you could feel her breath on your lips.

“So, what was all that about, mi amor?” she asked, voice casual, like she didn’t have you pinned against the wall.

You shrugged, cheeks going warm. Despite all the teasing, actually saying out loud that you wanted her attention, that you wanted her to fuck you, felt embarrassing somehow.

“Hm?” she asked, her lips frustratingly close to yours. You leant forward in an attempt to kiss her, pouting when she moved back. Her thigh came up between yours, nudging your legs apart, but not coming high enough to give you any friction or pleasure. You could feel your clit throbbing, aching to be touched.

“Please, I need you,” you whimpered.

“What do you need from me, bebita?” she asked, kissing your neck softly.

“Need- need you to touch me.”

“I am touching you,” she said, smirking against your skin when you whined.

“No, properly,” you said, letting out a hiss as she bit your neck.

“Is this not ‘properly’?” she asked innocently.

You sighed, pouting. “Oni, please, I need you to- I need you to fuck me!”

She pulled back from your neck, smiling widely. “Oh, bebita, why didn’t you just say so? MY little slut wants me to fuck her, hm?”

You moaned at her words and nodded, your cheeks pink.

“How do you want me to fuck you, amor?” she asked, bringing her thigh up to meet your still clothed pussy. “You want to get off on my leg, like this?”

You whimpered, grinding against her, but shook your head. “No, I- I want you to use me. Fuck me however you want.”

Ona’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes darkening with lust. “Fuck,” she said, voice hoarse. “You want me to fuck you like the slut you are? Take your clothes off and get on the bed.”

You quickly complied, stripping and lying on your back on the bed. You were so wet that you could feel it between your legs, desperate for her touch. Ona took off her clothes as well, leaving just her underwear and sports bra on, watching your every movement.

“Spread your legs. I want to feel you.”

She wasted no touch in touching you, her fingers only briefly caressing your dripping folds before sinking deep in your aching pussy. You gasped at the feeling, two fingers inside you with no preparation, pounding in and out of you with force.

“You feel so good around my fingers, amor. Like your pussy was made for me,” she said, smirking at the way your eyes were glazed over from how hard she was fucking you. “I think you’re going to be ready to come soon, look at you, letting me fuck you like a toy.”

Her words were sending shockwaves to your core, and all you could do was moan as her fingers fucked you, hitting the sweet spot inside you relentlessly.

“Please, Oni, please- fuck, I- Oni, fuck,” you babbled, incoherent. You’d been so desperate for her to touch you all day, and now that it was finally happening your brain was overwhelmed, only able to think about her fingers inside you.

“What was that, bebita?” she asked, and you keened as she added a third finger, her pace just as merciless as before. “You want to come?”

You couldn’t even form words anymore, the stretch of your pussy around her fingers the only thing you could focus on. The veins on her forearm stood out as she fucked you, a thin sheen of sweat covering her bare skin.

“Do not come, not until I say so. Keep taking it, bebita. Keep taking it like a good little slut.”

Her fingers kept pounding into you and you whined, your orgasm so close you could almost taste it. Your vision felt fuzzy, and Ona watched you appreciatively as she fucked you, taking in the way your body let her do what she wanted to it, the fucked-out look on your face. She could see you trying to stop yourself from coming, brow furrowed, eyes shut as she kept going, your pussy clenching around her slender fingers.

You let out a broken whimper as you felt yourself getting dangerously close to the edge, unsure if you would be able to keep yourself from coming for much longer, especially at the pace she was fucking you at. You didn’t have to wait long, though.

“Such a good little whore, aren’t you? So patient. Come for me, bebita,” she said, relishing in the way your legs tightened around her, her fingers deep inside you, your mouth opening as you came.

Pulling her fingers out and licking them clean, she got off the bed with a grin, going to the drawer where you kept all your toys. When she turned around she was holding her favourite strap, the one that hit her clit when she fucked you with it, and the vibrator.

You had barely recovered from your orgasm when she manoeuvred your legs and slid the strap inside you in one swift motion. It felt like all the air was fucked out of your body, leaving you gasping. She immediately started pounding into you, moaning at the way the toy rubbed against her clit as she fucked you. Your mouth was dry, all you could feel was Ona, the way she was fucking you, her hands on your hips, fingers digging into the skin as she pulled you closer with every thrust.

She began grinding against you, eyes closed as she focused on the toy against her clit, seeking out her own pleasure, not caring about yours. Taking the vibrator, she turned it on and held it so it was on your clit and touching the strap at the same time, and the sudden vibrations made you gasp, eyes watering from the stimulation. The noise made Ona look down at you, a smirk on her face as she panted, sweat beading on her brow.

“What would the team think if they could see you like this?” Ona hummed. “Letting me use you like the submissive little whore you are?”

You let out a whimper as she kept fucking you, relentlessly grinding against you, the strap rubbing your sweet spot constantly and the vibrator ruthless against your clit, hitting each nerve.

“If only they knew what a little slut you are, my little slut, letting me do whatever I want, using you to get off.”

Before you knew what was happening you were coming again, your orgasm washing over you. Ona kept going, fucking you through your orgasm, and after a few more thrusts she was coming too, the strap buried deep inside you, breathing heavily. She dropped the vibrator but stayed inside you for a moment, still grinding ever so slightly, just enough to make you whine.

“Such a good slut for me, hm? Letting me come inside you, such a good girl,” she said, leaning down to kiss you gently. “But I’m not done yet. Get on your hands and knees for me, bebita.”

You whimpered as she pulled out of you, leaving you feeling empty, but you moved onto your hands and knees as quickly as you could.

“Good girl,” she said. You could hear the vibrator but couldn’t feel it anywhere, until she started to slide into you. She’d put the vibrator inside the toy, and the moan she let out when she felt it against her clit was guttural. You whined at the feeling, and when she started fucking you properly, her pace punishing, all you could do was bury your face in the pillow, gasping and moaning, taking what she gave you.

Your third orgasm built as she fucked you, and when she dragged her nails down your back the pain sent jolts to your core, getting you closer and closer.

“What’s the team going to think tomorrow, bebita? When they see the scratches on your back in the changing room? They’re all going to know what a slut you are, that you let me use you like a toy,” she said, her voice breathy as she felt her own orgasm building.

The mental image of the team seeing the scratches and knowing exactly where they came from was almost too much, and that, combined with her nails raking down your back once again, pushed you over the edge, your body collapsing into the bed as you came, unable to hold yourself up any longer.

“Oh no, I’m not done yet. I’m going to keep fucking you until I come again, and you’re going to let me, isn’t that right?”

You let out a broken sob as she kept fucking you, using you to get herself off. Her grip on your waist tightened and her pace sped up as she got closer and closer, and the sound of her hips slapping against your ass as she fucked you filled the room. She came with a low moan, her hips stuttering and stilling against yours, the toy deep inside you and the vibrator still on.

“Fuck, bebita,” she said, pulling out of you with a pleased sigh. You rolled over, hissing when the scratches on your back touched the bedsheets. Ona disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a damp cloth, the strap discarded in the sink to be cleaned.

She tenderly cleaned you up, wiping your thighs down with the cloth, kissing you softly. Once you were clean, she settled into bed, cuddling you, careful not to irritate the scratches on your back.

“Was that okay for you?” she mumbled, eyes already closed.

“Yeah,” you said, smiling. “Was it good for you?”

“Yeah,” she said, kissing you again.

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alexias-putellas · 20 days

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somebody to you // o.batlle x engen!reader

o.batlle x engen!reader

based on this request!

this didn’t turn out as fluffy as i originally planned but i think there’s still a healthy amount.

featuring some google translated norwegian and spanish so apologies for any mistakes.

when ona first laid eyes on you, she thought you were ingrid. your dark hair was in a ponytail and your back was to the spaniard but she recognised the norwegian accent when you spoke to another member of the medical team.

so when ingrid finally arrived at the training grounds, ona was understandably confused. but her confusion didn’t last long as mapi dragged you into the lockeroom, announcing that you were the newest member of the medical team and that you must be referred to as doctor engen at all times.

ona immediately took note of the way you swatted at mapi’s hands, stuttering out that they most certainly did not need to call you that, as your cheeks turned redder by the second. she then watched as your eyes flickered around the room, your entire body relaxing once you’d spotted the familiar faces of frido and caro.

you rushed over, throwing your arms around them both. it was only then that ona realised that whilst you and ingrid had very similar faces, you were not very well matched in the height department. both frido and caro towered over you, as did your sister, and it was something none of them ever let you forget.

“vamos, chiqui!” you heard mapi exclaim before her hands were on your shoulders. “you must meet everyone!”

even though ona had never met you before, by the time you’d reached her, she could tell that you’d had enough so she settled for a wave and a warm smile. and the relief that settled on your face was perfect. and you scampered out of the room before mapi get her hands on you again.

the next day, you had approached ona, apologising for being rude and ignoring her. you weren’t really sure what it was about ona but the way she smiled and reassured you that it was okay, had you realising that there was something about her. something different.

so when ona offered to show you around barcelona, you instantly agreed, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach and waving to her as she headed off to get ready for training.

“what was that?”

you turned your head, narrowing your eyes at mapi. “what was what?”

“that.” she said simply, waving her hand around the space between you where ona had previously stood.

“oh, ona offered to show me around.”

“i was supposed to do that.”

you shrugged. “not anymore.”

needless to say, ingrid was shocked when mapi had informed her of your plans. due to your shyness, you had been miserable at the last club you worked at. the players there often mistook your shyness for rudeness, meaning they rarely interacted with you unless absolutely necessary.

making friends never came easily to you, not everyone was patient enough to wait around for you to grow comfortable and as a child, ingrid was your only true friend. shyness had plagued you since birth and whilst your experiences with it shaped you as a person, you’d become an extrovert any day if you were given a chance since they always seemed to have the most friends.

at first you assumed that everyone was only being nice to you because of ingrid and the last name you carried, because they didn’t want to make things awkward for her by being rude to her little sister.

and even a week later when you and ona finally found time to see the city, these thoughts plagued your mind and you felt yourself spiralling. everytime ona spoke to fill the silence, you panicked because you obviously weren’t speaking as much as you should be. but when you did speak, you stumbled over your words, spoke too fast, and half the time you didn’t know what to say.

so in your mind, the entire day was a massive failure. and at some point during your time together, you realised how much you actually liked ona. and maybe that’s what made you worse. but you knew that you’d ruined it and when she pulled up outside ingrid and mapi’s apartment building, you politely said goodbye before heading inside as quickly as possible.

“hola, chiqui!” you heard mapi shout as you closed the apartment door behind you. she appeared a minute later, a cup of steaming coffee in her hands. she frowned when she finally looked at you. “er du ok?”

the tears you’d been holding back fell like a waterfall and you ran into the spare bedroom that you had been occupying since arriving in barcelona.

you had always envied ingrid’s likability and along with that, her relationship with mapi. they were so happy and in love that you almost hated them for it. almost.

no one had ever loved you. most certainly not enough to ever learn your native language. and you weren’t sure that anyone ever would.

your sobs soon turned to shaky breaths and you pushed yourself up on the bed when you heard the bedroom creak. through teary eyes, you watched mapi slowly push the door open, arms filled with various snacks as bagheera wandered in behind her.

“ingrid is not back yet,” she told you, making sure bagheera wasn’t in the way before kicking the door shut. “we do not have to talk but if you want to, i am here, vale?”

you nodded silently, picking bagheera up once he’d gotten close enough to the bed as mapi got comfortable next to you, dropping the snacks between you both. you eagerly reached for one of the norwegian snacks ingrid had insisted on buying in for you.

“is everything okay?” mapi asked after a while of silence and seeing you glance at your phone a few times. “did ona do something?”

you shook your head. “no, no, ona was perfect. i—i was the problem. i think that she might think that i am weird.”

“maybe she did not notice the things you did,” mapi shrugged and you looked at her. “when we first met, i did not think you were weird. you were shy, sí, but not weird. i did not notice the way you acted until you pointed it out to me, maybe it is the same with ona.”

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mapi’s words rang through your head the next day as you sat on the sidelines of alexia’s individual training session, your eyes drifting over to where the rest of the team were training every now and again to admire ona.

little did you know that she was doing the same thing. except she was watching with bubbling jealousy at every laugh you let out and how easily your hands freely roamed alexia’s leg as you assisted her stretches.

but she swallowed her feelings since you were just doing your job and she was desperate to keep the girls in the dark. especially ingrid. so ona turned her attention back to training and managed to successfully keep you at the back of her mind.

you however had struggled to do so and alexia’s teasing had been relentless. between the end of training and leaving the building, she’d somehow roped mapi into it as well.

“i was not staring!” you protested quietly to the two older women as you walked towards the cars. “i was just checking that she was not hurt.”

they stared at you blankly and the blush on your cheeks deepened. mapi nudged your side and nodded over at something. “well maybe you should go check that she is still coming tonight.”

you muttered a few norwegian curse words under your breath but walked towards ona anyway, ignoring the snickers from the spaniards behind you. and the way ona smiled at you when you stopped in front of you had butterflies flying around your stomach and it took you a minute to realise that she was actually speaking to you.

“sorry, i wasn’t actually listening.” you said quietly, face flushing again as she laughed softly.

“i was asking if you were okay yesterday, you seemed jumpy in the car.”

“oh! no, yes, i was fine. it was–it was nothing,” you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear before pointing over your shoulder. “mapi is doing a number check for tonight, she wanted me to ask if you are still coming.”

ona nodded. “i am.”

“greit. i guess i will see you tonight then.”

much to your dismay, the rest of the day seemed to last forever. and when the time for the girls to come over finally rolled around, you were a giant ball of nerves although you weren’t really sure why.

and for everytime ingrid or mapi answered the door to someone who wasn’t ona, you could feel yourself physically deflating. of course you greeted everyone with a smile but you struggled to hide your disappointment so you hid in the kitchen, busying yourself with preparing the snacks.

around ten minutes later, you heard someone enter the kitchen. before you could look at who it was, they pinched your waist and laughed at your yelp.

“mapi!” you hissed, rubbing at your skin and glaring at her. “gå vekk!”

“tu novia está aquí,” she whispered to you, jumping out of the way as you swung for her. “so you can stop being grumpy now.”

“i repeat, maría, gå vekk. go away. irse.”

she held her hands up in surrender and backed out of the kitchen. you moved to carry on transferring the chocolate chip cookies from the baking tray to the plate, humming quietly to yourself.

once you’d finished, you picked up the plate, and turned around. only to bump straight into someone. you gasped, your grip tightening as another pair of hands steadied you.

“i’m so sorry, i didn’t hear you come in,” you said quickly, glancing up then doing a double-take when you saw who it was. “you almost ruined the cookies.”

“lo siento,” ona smirked as you playfully glared at her. “you bake?”

“i had a lot of free time in norway and i wanted a productive hobby,” you shrugged. “i made ingrid’s birthday cake once.”

“kirsebær, where are the cookies?!” you heard mapi cry dramatically before ona could say anything. you watched in amusement as mapi re-entered the kitchen, inching her way towards you. “i have been waiting all week for these, give them here.”

you rolled your eyes but handed the cookies over to mapi, who scampered away before you could change your mind. you motioned for ona to follow you and chose to ignore the way mapi grinned at you as you realised the only two spots left were next to each other. with a another glare sent mapi’s way, you sat down and for the second time that day, ignored the butterflies in your stomach at how close you and ona were once again.

as the night progressed, you grew more relaxed and comfortable with the team, but your face still flushed bright red at the flurry of compliments you got for your baking skills.

“she is just so talented.” mapi cooed, reaching over to pinch at your cheeks.

you glared at her and slapped at her hands, poking your tongue out as ingrid told her off. at that point, the early morning you’d had was starting to creep up on you and about halfway through the movie jana had chosen, you could feel the exhaustion taking over your body.

without thinking, you rested your head on ona’s shoulder, feeling her tense up almost immediately. just as you were about to move away and apologise, she slipped her arm around your waist and pulled you closer.

if you weren’t already half asleep, you probably would’ve noticed the way ona kept glancing at ingrid. but your sister was far too engrossed in the movie and it really wasn’t unusual for the team to be affectionate with each other. and as ona looked around, she realised that no one was actually paying attention to the two of you.

bagheera jumped onto your lap then, waking you up just enough for you to move your hand to stroke him and for you to realise that ona was drawing patterns along the sliver of skin that was showing on your lower back. you resisted the urge to push her hand further up and chose to nuzzle a little further into her, sighing quietly in content.

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as the weeks flew by and you settled more and more into your new life at barcelona, the more time you spent with the team and with ona. and somewhere along the way, you’d decided that having ona in your life as a friend was better than not having her in it at all.

so you buried your growing feelings for her, shaking your head whenever mapi insisted that ona felt the same way, that she was so sure of it. whilst you desperately wanted to believe it, you just couldn’t. ona was pretty, popular, and funny. you were just ingrid’s little sister and you had been for your entire life. nobody ever chose you.

“i think you should tell her.” alexia said quietly, pulling you from your thoughts. you withdrew your hand from her knee, letting her manoeuvre her leg into the next stretch.

you glanced over your shoulder to see ona stood with pina and patri, the three of them laughing at something. “why? i am happy with being her friend, i do not want to ruin anything.”

alexia frowned but seeing the look on your face, decided not to say anything else. the rest of the session was completed in relative silence, something that hadn’t happened in a while.

later that night, you declined ingrid’s invitation to join her and mapi at the new restaurant down the road.

“are you sure?” she asked for what felt like the millionth time as she slipped her shoes on.

“yes, i’m sure,” you laughed quietly. “i really do not want to third wheel and i invited ona over anyway.”

ingrid froze before approaching you slowly, standing behind where you sat on the sofa. your eyes fluttered shut as she ran her fingers gently though your hair. “i am glad you have her, elskling.”

“me too.” you whispered, smiling as ingrid leaned down and kissed your hair.

“don’t wait up for us,” she told you. “ona can stay the night if she wants.”

“yes but you must behave!” mapi called from somewhere else in the apartment. “all activities must be rated pg!”

“oh my god, maría, cállate!” you snapped, attempting to stand up only to have ingrid push you back down.

“please do not kill my girlfriend,” she whispered before turning around. “maría, we have talked about this, please leave my sister alone!”

you could hear mapi snickering and looked back at ingrid. “if you do not want me to kill her then you should leave right now.”

she ran her fingers through your hair again and as soon as mapi walked in, dragged her out and then you were alone. well, for a minute or two.

you could hear talking and then the door opened again, mapi’s voice ringing through the empty space. “ona’s here, kirsebær!”

with a roll of your eyes, you pushed yourself off the sofa and made your way to the front door. you greeted ona with a smile and slammed the door in mapi’s grinning face.

“i brought food,” ona said and you turned around. “pizza is your favourite, right?”

you blinked quickly, feeling your face heat up. “uh, y–yeah, it is. um, follow me. i don’t know about you but i am starving.”

within five minutes, you and ona were sat on the sofa, the pizza box warm on your lap as a telenovela played on the tv in the background. you were halfway through your second slice when you noticed ona looking at you.

“what?” you asked, wiping at the corners of your mouth in case of any lingering sauce.

much to your surprise, ona’s face flushed the same shade of pink that yours usually would. you turned to hide your smile, realising that you’d caught the spaniard staring at you. you knew that if it was the other way around and ona caught you staring at her, you’d be dying of embarrassment so you let it be.

time always seemed to fly whenever you were with ona and more often than not, the two of you got caught up in whatever you’re doing and never checked the time.

and that night was no different.

it was around halfway through the third movie when you finally checked your phone, eyes widening at the time. you promptly shoved it in ona’s face as well, gaining the same reaction.

“you are not driving home,” was the first thing you said, pushing yourself up. “you can stay tonight but we must make our escape now. ingrid and mapi probably won’t be much longer and mapi will not leave us alone if she finds us so vamos.”

it wasn’t the first time ona had spent the night so when you got into your room, you handed her the spare clothes she’d left behind and headed into the bathroom to give her a bit of privacy and change yourself.

when you re-entered, you found ona looking down at a picture frame, the grinning faces of you and ingrid as kids staring back up at her, the two of you sporting matching norway football kits.

“why don’t you play?” she asked as you walked towards her, gently taking the frame from her hands.

“i was not very good,” you admitted. “i am not as graceful as ingrid. i tried to kick a ball and fell over it. and when i did get the hang of kicking the ball, i almost broke ingrid’s nose so mamma banned me from ever kicking one again.”

“i think she made the right choice,” ona laughed and you put the picture frame back. “you must miss them. your family.”

you shrugged slightly, turning on the tv and flicking through netflix. “of course i do but honestly i missed ingrid more.”

there was a look on your face that ona had never seen before so she quickly dropped the subject, pointed out a good movie and all but dragged you down into the bed next to her.

the skin on your thigh tingled where it was pressed against hers, your stomach flipped everytime she laughed at something in the movie, and when she slipped her hand into yours and entwined your fingers, you were surprised you didn’t explode. and in that moment it hit you like a ton of bricks.

you were inexplicably in love with ona.

and you didn’t really know what to do with that information. especially when you weren’t really how the spaniard felt about you. all you had was the insistence of mapi and alexia. but that wasn’t anything really, they didn’t know for sure. did they?

ona squeezed your hand, noticing that familiar look etched onto your face, a look that meant you were getting lost in your thoughts again. you hummed slightly, turning your attention to her and immediately regretting it.

you swallowed thickly. ona’s face was mere inches from yours and you could hear mapi’s voice in your head, screaming at you to kiss her. and when you noticed the spaniard’s eyes flicker to your lips, you felt a sliver of confidence.

so before you could talk yourself out of it, you leaned in and closed the gap, connecting your lips sweetly. it only lasted for a few seconds. the realisation of what was happening had you pulling you away, an apology at the tip of your tongue as you searched her eyes in case you did anything wrong. but just as quick, ona’s hand was cupping your jaw and pulling you straight back in.

it was a dream. you had to be dreaming. you’d fallen asleep and were having the best dream ever, that’s what you told yourself. and that’s what you let yourself believe until you felt ona tugging at your waist. your heart pounded in your chest as she pulled you onto her lap, your arms wrapping around her neck to pull her as close as you possibly could.

a fluttery feeling in your stomach grew with every movement of your lips and just as you started to move your hips to get the friction you so desperately needed, the front door flew open, crashing into the wall.

mapi’s drunken giggles and ingrid’s harsh whispers filled the quiet apartment as you quickly clambered to lay next to ona. her eyebrows furrowed and she looked at you in confusion until the door handle started moving.

the door opened ever so slightly but was closed just as quickly, the sound of ingrid quietly scolding mapi in norwegian making you giggle.

“what is she saying?” ona asked you in a hushed whisper.

“nothing interesting, just telling maría to leave us alone.” you whispered back.

the spaniard hummed and the two of you laid in silence for a few moments before she was reaching out to grab at your wrist. “ven aquí.”

you rolled over, throwing your arm over her stomach and resting your head in the crook of her neck, letting the tiredness take over you without much of a fight.

when you woke up the next morning, you panicked for a second feeling something pressed right up against your back. but then you remembered everything that had happened and suddenly the presence was a welcomed one.

you cracked an eye open to see ona’s phone a few inches from your face, her head resting just above yours as she scrolled through her instagram.

“bon dia,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to your head after you groaned softly. “we should do something today.”

you hummed, eyes fluttering shut as you nuzzled into your pillow. “ask me out after, s’too early.”

ona laughed and kissed your head again, moving her free hand to stroke your hair. within seconds you had drifted back off.

ingrid’s voice is what woke you up about half an hour later. the bed next to you dipped and you groaned again. hearing ingrid laugh, you reached out blindly, wafting your hand around until you smacked her leg.

“always a morning person, aren’t you elskling?” she teased and you kicked at her this time.

“go away ingrid, m’tryna sleep.” you muttered.

“no. we all have a day off and the weather is beautiful, we are going out for breakfast. all of us.” your sister’s voice held a tone of finality that you couldn’t argue with.

“okay,” you whined slightly, leaning forward to push at her. “bare kom deg ut.”

ingrid held her hands up and quickly slipped out of the room. you sighed in relief at the fact that she was gone and the fact that it could’ve been mapi who had proposed the idea.

it didn’t take a lot of coaxing for ona to get you out of bed. with the promise of a kiss as soon as you were ready, you jumped up and ona watched in amusement as you practically sprinted around, re-emerging from the bathroom about ten minutes later fully dressed and wide awake.

you wasted little time taking her up on her promise, pressing your lips against hers as soon as she stood up from your bed. a knock on the door made you pull apart, a small huff escaping you.

“vamos, tortolitos!” mapi chirped through the wood. “i am hungry.”

you rolled your eyes but grabbed your phone, passing ona hers before swinging the door open. mapi opened her mouth but ingrid yanked her away, not letting her say anything to you.

ona wrapped her arm around your waist and pulled you along behind them. thankfully, they chose the cute little cafe down the road, a five minute walk from the apartment.

somewhere along the way, ingrid and ona had taken the lead, chatting happily as you ended up stuck with mapi, who grinned at you smugly. “i told you so.”

“shut up maría.”

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helen-with-an-a · 10 days

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I am an adult pt 4

Hi. So this is pt 4 of the I am an adult. I really liked writing it and hope you enjoy it too. I definitely want to do a 5th part but I'm not sure about how many more after that I will do (if you get what I mean). Also, all of the German and Spanish is from google/google translate so if it's wrong, I apologise

Barca Femeni x Reader ; Lena Oberdorf x Reader

Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3 : Part 3.5 : Part 4

Description: Lena gets the talk

Word Count: 4.1k

TW: Slight smut (undescribed/suggestive rather than outright)

You weren’t used to waiting at airports for people. Usually, you were the one who was walking off the plane to visit friends and family. But you couldn’t deny the excitement bubbling up – just thinking about who would be walking through the door made you smile. You didn’t quite know the protocol for meeting your long-distance girlfriend off a flight. You were nervous about it – wanting to do it right. You may have gotten into a bit of a TikTok wormhole over couples reuniting; most people went with flowers and a sign, but you were staying in an unfamiliar city for both of you, and you did have a match to play. It was something you agonised over for days before the arrival. Having consulted an unhelpful Ona, a laughing Patri and an amused Jana, you settled on asking Alexia. That was an adult thing to talk about, right?

“Um … Ale, can I … can I ask you something?” You said as you curled up on her sofa.

“Of course, pequeña. Esta todo bien?”

“Yeh, um … it’s about Lena, actually” That might have been a bad way to phrase it. Alexia’s face dropped, her gaze becoming a little icy.

“Que hizo ella?” Her voice was just as cold.

“Nothing, nothing, prometo.” You reassured her. “I wanted to ask you what to get her for the airport,” you explained quietly, a little apprehensive over her response.

“Oh, cariño.” Alexia cooed, pulling her legs up to tuck underneath her as she twisted to face you, her hand reaching along the back of the sofa to pick at the corner of the cushion. “Honestly, I don’t think she’d be expecting anything. I certainly wouldn’t if Olga and I met somewhere in the middle.” Her look softened even more as you nodded furiously, eyes locked on her patterned carpet. She could see you sag ever so slightly – clearly, you wanted to get Lena something. “I think, if you really want to get her something,” she continued, smiling as you perked up at her response. “You could do something small – like a … ugh, what’s the word …” She was so fluent in English you often forgot that it was technically her third language. “It’s small and fluffy; you give it to niñas,” she clicked frantically, clearly trying hard to remember. “Un oso de peluche,” she sighed, wracking her brain to remember the English word.

“A teddy bear?” You asked, helping her out slightly.

“Sí, sí, a teddy bear. You could get her one of those? It would be small enough for her to pack away when she travels, and it is something she can keep with her when she’s back in Germany.” You smiled at her suggestion – nodding happily at her words.

The day was finally here. You were finally seeing Lena again. Madrid airport was a little struggle to navigate but you stood, buzzing with excitement, as you waited at arrivals. You looked down at the goodies you had with you – a little bag filled with a very cute and very fluffy teddy bear, some Spanish sweets, and an iced coffee in your hand. You had also packed a few extra jumpers to sneak into Lena’s bag before she left.

L💚: Just got through passport control and stuff

L💚: I’ll be maybe 5/10 more mins

[Initial] ❤️💙: eeeeeeeeeeeeee

[Initial] ❤️💙: ok – I’m like right by the exit

[Initial] ❤️💙: turn left when u walk through it and im by the pillar post thingy

5 to 10 more minutes … you could do that. With every passing minute, your excitement and anticipation grew. It had been a long few months without Lena by your side. Yes, you texted every day; Yes, you Facetimed 5 times a week minimum; but seeing her in person, being able to hug her and hold her and kiss her and smell her and touch her and … you couldn’t be more excited.

“Hola, mi amor.” Very poorly pronounced Spanish whispered to you as strong, familiar arms wrapped around your waist.

“Lena,” you squealed, clearly having missed her walk up – far too much in your own head.

“mmmm, ich habe dich vermisst,” she sighed happily as you twisted in her grip to hug her tightly. She was warm and soft and smelt of cinnamon.

“I’ve mis- no, wait,” you cut yourself off. She tilted her head to the side, drawing back to look at you. “Ich habe dich auch so sehr vermisst,” you stumbled slightly but the big, wide grin on Lena’s face told you, you had said it right.

“Can I kiss you, Schatz?” she asked gently. You blinked slightly, not expecting her to ask you that in such a public space. “I, we, don’t have to. It’s just it’s been so long, and,” she rushed to get out, hating the fact that she had made you even the smallest bit uncomfortable.

“Liebe,” you cut her off, waiting until she looked at you before you continued. When her warm chocolate eyes met yours, you struggled not to float away in them. “Please, kiss me.” You smiled as she let out a breath of relief. You met halfway, and it was just as perfect as all the other kisses you two had shared, if not more so after such a long time apart.

“As …” she cleared her throat as she pulled away slightly. “As much as I want to continue. We should get going … but later, ich verspreche.” She vowed and picked her bag up off the floor. And extending her hand for you to take.

“No, wait, gimme that.” You gestured for her bag, forcing it from her when she hesitated to hand it over. “Also, these are for you,” you said with a proud smile, giving her the now slightly watery coffee and bag of goodies.

“Schatz, you shouldn’t have.” She began, but you shook your head, denying her the chance to complain. You stuck your tongue out at her, intertwined your fingers and pulled her towards the exit.

Taking the metro back to your hotel reminded you a lot of your first date. Lena looking slightly puzzled over the Spanish being spoken all around you. On your first date, you had shyly stood next to her, closer than two friends would be not enough to make her feel uncomfortable, and quietly translated a bit of the conversation between two girls nearby; you added the voices to differentiate between the two girls and jokingly copied any actions they did. This time, you let her lean against you, one arm sneaking around her waist to fiddle with the belt loops on her jeans and the other holding tightly onto the handrail. Her head dropped into your neck, muttering something in German.

“What was that, Liebe?” You asked softly, mindful that your mouth was quite close to her ear despite the busy train.

“Müde,” she said again into your neck. It took you a minute to sift through the German in your head. You pouted when you finally understood what she was saying. She was tired. That you could understand, travelling was difficult when you understood the language, let alone one where you landed in a country where the language was entirely different and almost no familiarity to yours. You pressed a chaste kiss to her hairline, hoping to comfort her a little.

“Naw,” you cooed. "It’s okay. We’re almost back to the hotel. We can have a nap if you want,” you pressed another kiss to her head. "But Alexia says she has to see you at some point tonight,” you reminded her.

“Forgot ‘bout Alexia,” she whined tiredly, her grip tightening on you.

“I’m sorry, Liebe. I promise she won’t be too harsh or scary. I know she can come off a bit..." you struggled for the right word. “Intense? But I promise she’s really sweet.”

You finally made it to your stop, and you filtered off the train, fingers laced together so neither of you got lost (mainly Lena, as she didn’t know a lick of Spanish). Just as you were walking up the steps outside, a flustered woman appeared next to you.

“Lamento mucho molestarte. Pero estoy intentando llegar al aeropuerto y tienes una maleta. Sabes cómo conseguirlos?” The flurry of Spanish through you off for a second as you had been conversing in English almost all day.

“No, no te preocupes en absoluto. Um, sólo necesitas …” As you explained the directions to the woman, Lena couldn’t help but watch in awe. She knew you could speak Spanish – you lived in Spain, you played for Barcelona, and she’d seen you talking in Spanish on the football pitch. Hell, the first time she had met you, you were finishing a conversation in Spanish with the film and media crews. It had done something to her then, and it was doing something to her now, too. She couldn’t understand a word of what you were saying, but the accent, the rapid words, the hand gestures, your kind smile … she suddenly wasn’t as tired as she felt on the train.

“Sorry, Liebe,” you said as you finished, waving to the woman as she sped down the steps towards the platform. She was asking about getting to the airport—she had seen your bag and guessed we had just come from there.” You explained, taking her (now slightly clammy) hand and leading her towards your hotel.

The hotel room was big and welcoming, a large bed in the centre with your things thrown haphazardly across it called to Lena as she walked through the door. She left her stuff by the wall and flopped heavily down, sighing at the softness that surrounded her. You looked at her from your vantage point by the door. Her top had ridden up, exposing her abs slightly, her biceps were on full display, and the veins in her arms rippled slightly as she twisted her fingers in the bedding underneath her. She was doing things to you – maybe it was because you hadn’t had sex a good few months (it was currently the longest you had ever gone without since you started having sex); maybe it was because she looked so at home amongst your things; perhaps it was the fact that your girlfriend was finally within touching distance. You also realised you didn’t quite care enough to figure it out.

“Incoming,” you yelled as you launched yourself at her.

“Oof,” she huffed, her breath leaving her body as your weight settled on top of her, both of you laughing quietly at your behaviour.

“Hi,” you smiled at her, arms either side of her head, legs straddling her hips.

“Hi,” she smiled back, lift her hands to stroke her thumbs across your exposed skin.

“I…” should you say it? “I’ve missed you,” you chicken out from what you really wanted to say. You knew you told her at the airport that you missed her, but you needed her to know just how much her absence affected you.

“I’m sorry.” She knew the distance was difficult for both of you. You shook your head, refusing to let her think that this was her fault.

“No, there’s nothing that can be done at the moment. I’m at Barca; you’re at Wolfsburg. It is what it is.” You shrugged, hoping it would ease her sadness a little. “But … you’re here now, we have this weekend. And that is all that matters.” You smiled, the wide, soft smile full of love and tenderness that only Lena got to see often. You felt rather than saw Lena crane her neck up to try to kiss you; your smile shifted into a cheeky grin as you pulled back just out of her reach. She stopped looking at you offendedly.

“Nuh, uh, uh,” you teased, your tongue darting out to wet your lips. “I...” You kiss her forehead. This was your chance. “Missed.” You kissed her cheek, backing out again. “You.” You kissed her other cheek.

“And I’ve missed you, Schatz.” Her hands left your waist, coming up to cradle your face, holding to exactly where she wanted. She waited a few moments, letting her eyes scan your face, trying to commit everything to memory (even though she had already done that well before you left Germany at New Year’s). “So much,” she whispered as she finally tugged you down to meet her lips.

The kiss started out slow, sweet and tender, as your love was poured into it. As you parted, her darkened eyes roamed your body, one hand cementing itself in your hair, tugging lightly as the other moved to trace along the waistband of your shorts. Your kisses weren’t a battle for dominance, but you were falling into a pattern of give and take that was uniquely yours. Your top was the first to come off, hers following not too long afterwards. Buttons were undone, drawstrings loosened and more clothing adding to the mess on the floor. Her hands grasped at any available flesh as your fingers slipped inside. Dark spots were bitten into supple skin, moans were melodies as you rediscovered each other.

“Don’t stop,” You panted into her skin as she guided you to the brink of ecstasy.

“Never,” came her reply, equally as breathless.

“What happened to being tired?” You laughed as she snuggled into your side, her once-eager fingers tracing light shapes into your skin. She groaned at your teasing, pressing more weight onto you. You fiddled with her hair as you waited for an explanation.

“Dein Spanisch. Mit dieser Dame am Bahnhof … Es hat etwas mit mir gemacht” You didn’t understand it fully. Spanish … train station? You were a little confused.

“Sorry, I got something about my Spanish and the lady at the train station. What was the last bit?” You were trying to learn German, but you had started with the most practical things – the greetings, stuff that happened in daily life, cheesy lines you could say to Lena to make her blush.

“Um … it’s a bit embarrassing, really … you were speaking Spanish to that lady at the station,” she blushed profusely. You just smiled, letting your fingers comb through the mess her hair had become. “Es war wirklich sexy.” Your grin doubled in size. So, you speaking Spanish turned her on? That was useful to know.

“Well,” you said after a moment of silence. “If me giving directions to the airport is sexy, you should hear me when I say something truly seductive,” you teased, squeezing her gently as she buried her head in your neck again.

“Mmmm, déjame pensar. Cuando llegue a casa, debo acordarme de llamar al administrador del edificio.” You laughed as you felt her blush, the new heat obvious against your skin. You also couldn’t help but notice the slight shift of Lena’s hips against your thigh. “Liebe, I just said I needed to call my building manager – that is not sexy.” She pulled away from your skin.

“Uh, everything you do is sexy,” she countered. “Say something else? Something that’s actually hot,” she begged, ignoring your teasing smile, and raised eyebrow.

“Hm, vale, vale,” you wracked your brains, trying to think of something that you actually considered sexual. “Quiero que me tengas en todas las formas que quieras. Quiero destrozarte una y otra y otra vez.” You usually weren’t that explicit about your wants, but you were reliant on Lena not really knowing what you were saying. Lena was gobsmacked. She had not a clue what you had just said but the way you had said it – the slight rasp in your voice, the rosy hue to your skin, the sticky sheen of sweat, the hickeys she had sucked into your skin. She rolled you over, balancing above you as her legs slotted between yours.

“Redonda Dos?” You asked. She knew enough Spanish for that.

Just as things were getting interesting again, your door swung up.

“Y/N? ¿Estás aquí? Ale te ha estado enviando mensajes de texto toda la tar -” Ona cut herself off with a shrill scream.

“Me arden los ojos.” She gagged dramatically. “Ew, mis ojos.”

“Oni, qué carajo en realidad?” You shouted back, dragging the duvet up to cover the both of you.

“Do you want to introduce me?” She grinned evilly.

“No, get out!” You glowered at her. When she made no effort to move, you threw a pillow at her.

“Ale says to come to her room.” You flicked your finger at her, letting her know your displeasure. Turning uour attention was fixed back on Lena, you heard her cackling outside.

“Scheiße, Scheiße, Scheiße. Alexia wird mich töten. Ich bin tot. Ich werde sterben. Ich hatte praktisch Sex mit ihrer kleinen Schwester. Oh, mein Gott. Ich werde sterben. Fuck.” Lena was panicking – real, genuine anxiety spread throughout her chest as she sat up against the pillows.

“Liebe, it’s ok,” you soothed, grabbing one hand in yours and swinging your other arm across her shoulders. “Liebe?” you tried again.

“Alexia is going to kill me.” Lena said, looking into your eyes for what she genuinely thought might be the final time.

“No, she won’t.” You smiled softly, not wanting to laugh at Lena’s ridiculousness. “I won’t let her,” you vowed, squeezing her hand tight in promise. “Now, we should probably get some clothes on and head to Ale’s room.”

As you reached for your hoodie, your world darkened suddenly as fabric landed on your head. You lifted it up to reveal a very familiar Adidas hoodie, turning back to see a sheepish Lena.

“How did that get there?” She asked innocently.

“I don’t know, Liebe. How did it get there?” You played along. “There’s only one Adidas athlete in this room, and it’s not me.” She shrugged, snatching your Barca hoodie out of your reach.

“I don’t know, Schatz. But it looks like it’s your only hoodie, and I want you to stay warm.” She was a terrible actor.

“If you wanted me to wear your clothes, you could have just asked,” you laughed as you slipped on the material, getting slightly lost as you tried to find the head hole. You heard a sigh and footsteps before the fabric was rearranged on you as your head burst through the top.

“Guten Tag,” you beamed at her.

“Hallo, Schatz,” she smiled at you before stealing a kiss. You hummed gently, allowing yourself to melt into her just slightly.

“Vamos, vamos.” You spun her around to face the door. “Let’s not keep Ale waiting,” you laughed and tapped her on the bum to get her moving.

Alexia’s room was exactly the same as yours – a wide, comforting bed with a mountain of pillows dominating the space. You tapped on the door, knowing that she would probably have at least 3 of the other girls in her room with her.

“Schatz, I know I said I would endure this for you … for us,” Lena said when it was clear Alexia was making you wait a little. Was she second guessing this? Was she regretting you? “And I will, I will.” She added when your head snapped back to look at her. “But I’m really freaking out here.” You softened.

“Oh, Liebe. It’s ok,” you said, pulling her into a hug. “I understand, really, I do. This isn’t exactly how I wanted you to meet Ale, but I promise you,” you squeezed her to emphasise your point. “She’s a giant softy with a tendency for affectionate bullying. If she starts speaking in Catalan, just ignore her; that’s what I do,” you joked, trying to lighten her mood a little. “She’s just like Alex and Svenja are to you. She’s just looking out for me – even though I don’t need her to and certainly not in this case,” you were rambling now, unknowingly easing Lena’s anxieties in an instant.

Someone cleared their throat behind you, cutting your talking off. Lucy. You smiled at her, pushing past as you guided Lena to sit on the edge of the bed, taking her hand in both of yours when you sat next to her – providing quiet but noticeable support. There were more people in the room than you were expecting. You knew Alexia would call on Lucy, Irene and probably Paños and Marta to give the talk, but Ingrid’s presence surprised you, as did Ona’s and Patri’s.

“Entonces, quieres presentarnos a Lena?” Alexia asked, leaning against the desk in front of you, Paños on her left, Lucy on her right. Irene and Marta stood blocking the path to the door – all of them with what they thought were tough expressions on their faces. Ingrid looked annoyed to be there, Ona was trying to look hard, and Patri had an amused smile dancing on her lips.

“In English, Alexia. It’s not fair on Lena to speak in a language she doesn’t know.” You said calmly, breathing deeply to keep your emotions in check. They had promised not to treat you like a child.

“Do you want to introduce us to Lena?” She asked again, voice artificially calm.

“Not if you’re going to treat us like children.” You raised an eyebrow, reminding all of them of their promises to treat you more adult-like.

“That was before we found out you were having sex,” Lucy started. She stood up from where she was leaning, you matching her behaviour by squaring your shoulders.

“Suficiente, vosotros dos.” Alexia ordered before you had the chance to comment. As much as she wanted to give a protective big sister talk, she realised that maybe this was what you meant when you said that you wanted to be treated more like an adult. It was silent as she studied you and Lena – sitting so close you were practically on top of each other, your thumb never wavering in its soothing motion against the back of Lena’s hand, the way Lena’s eyes kept flitting back to your face in search of any discomfort. She didn’t need to do the grandiose speech she was planning to give – she didn’t need to let every one of the older girls chime in with their threats. If Lena harmed you, Lena wouldn’t harm you – of that, Alexia was sure. “Everyone out. Not you or Lena,” she said as you shifted to leave. “Ona, quédate también por favor.” Alexia ignored the other’s protests; Lucy’s whining was heard even with the door closed. She had allowed Ona to stay in her role as your best friend – she wasn’t about to deny her this opportunity (especially since she knew you had promised Lucy you would exact a painful revenge if Ona ever came to you crying over something about their relationship).

“Lena. I am going to say this one time,” Alexia began, watching as Lena’s eyes grew wide and gulped noticeably. You just rolled your eyes at her antics. “If you hurt her,” she paused for dramatic effect. “I will hunt you down … and end you.” Alexia was quite pleased with herself – she considered that to be restrained enough to appease you whilst instilling enough fear in Lena to make her slightly nervous. Lena nodded, taking a breath to start making promises of never ever hurting you.

Ona cleared her throat from her perch on the windowsill, drawing all of your attention to her. She took a deep breath before letting out the sentence she had been practising since you first mentioned a German footballer had caught your eye, “Ich werde dir die Beine brechen.” The pronunciation was horrendous, but Lena knew what she meant. It was the worst threat Ona could think of with Lena being a footballer.

“Oni,” you whined, although you had no leg to stand on – your threat to Lucy had been so much worse.

“There, we have said what was needed to be said. Let’s go to dinner, sí?” Alexia smiled at the three of you, the polar opposite of the menacing Captain that stood in her place moments before. Ona laughed, looping her arm through Alexia’s and heading to the door.

“That wasn’t so bad,” You joked, nudging Lena. The tension was still very much in her body, however.

“I need them to know, and you need to know it too. I won’t hurt you, ever, Schatz. I promise, ich verspreche, prometo.” She looked deep into your eyes, willing you to understand how deep her vow went. She made the promise to herself in the shower after your first date; her mind kept replaying your almost-kiss, your bubbly laugh and the feel of your soft hand in hers. She had vowed that day to never let your smile fade, and she wanted … no, needed … you to know that.

“Liebe, I know that. They know that.” You reached up to cradle her face in your hands. You took a deep breath and said the words that had been playing on your mind for weeks now: “I love you.”

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