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New Year's Eve Party (4) II Leïla Ouahabi x Reader

New Year's Eve Party Masterlist (all previous parts can be found here) I Word count: 1640

“Leila, you look great. Come on, we got to go, we’re already late to the party.”, Ona was impatiently standing in her bathroom door who was done with her close friend looking at herself critical in the mirror for at least fifteen minutes.

Nervously Leila ran a hand through her long dark hair:” Yes, but she’ll be there too.” “And she’ll be happy seeing you either way. So come on.”, the younger Spanish woman reminded her. With a sigh the Manchester City player turned her back to the mirror: “Alright, I’m ready, we can leave.” “Perfect.”, happily Ona led her friend out of her appartement.

The party already arrived when the two defenders arrived. Stunned Leila stopped at the entrance of Fridolina’s home, taking a moment to take in the atmosphere of the celebrations:” Wow.” “Wow as in look at her she’s still as beautiful as I remember her or wow as in Patri is the worst DJ ever.”, the Barcelona player joked light-heartedly. Her question made the Manchester City defender laugh out loud:” Both actually.”

A wide grin appeared on Patri’s face who heard everything her friends had said: “You know when you two think you’re whispering you’re basically shouting?” “Maybe it would help if you’d turn the music down!”, Ona shouted back giggling. Smiling Leila added: “Yes, because some of us need to catch up with each other!” “But we’re not here to catch up. We’re here to party.”, the midfielder and hobby DJ pointed out.

With a sigh the Manchester City player looked around, in hope to see your familiar face in the sea of former teammates and lifelong friends: “So according to you, we should be dancing instead of talking?” “That’s exactly what I meant.”, Patri replied content.

That was the moment Ona realized that her friend needed a little help, so she pushed her into your direction:” Come on no more foreplay Leila. Go and dance with her!”

The defender almost stumbled into you when you turned around, the surprise was shown all over your face: “Leila? I almost thought you wouldn’t come.” “No, I.. I said I would come.”, she licked nervously her lips. Your heart skipped a beat when you realized that she was finally here, next to you in flesh and bone: “I’m glad you did.” “I’m a glad you came too.”, Leila replied truthfully.

Innocently you asked her: “Nothing beats a New Year’s Eve Party in Barcelona with the girls, right?” “No, that’s true. And I can’t miss out on the chance to see all my friends again.”, she admitted fondly. You echoed more surprised than you should; “Friends. Yes, of course.“

You were trying to let the fact that Leila considered you a friend not hurt too much when she quickly added; “And you.“ You looked up in shock, meeting Leilas intense brown eyes for a moment. You gathered all your courage to explain to her; “Leila, I need to tell you something…“

But before you could finish or get a reaction from Leila, you were pulled away by one of your teammates towards a different group of people. “Wait, what?“, Leila was calling after you, but Alexia was holding on to you tight, a suspiciously big smile on her face that made you wonder if she had too much champagne already.

“Ale, I was just talking to Leila…“, you protested. Your team mate nonchalantly waved you off; “You can talk to her later.“ “So, what’s the matter?“, you now asked while Alexia pressed a glass of champagne into your hand. “We have to celebrate.“, she stated happily. You frowned in confusion; “Celebrate what?“

“Hey.“, Leilas voice said close to your ear. Immediately, you turned around facing the defender; “Yes?“ “You wanted to say something…“, Leila prompted you to continue your conversation. You hesitated for a moment, then shook your head. Looking at Alexia with her wife and the other girls celebrating together, your heart filled with adoration for your team mates; “Yeah, I love them all so much.“

“You do?“, Leila asked. Sipping from your champagne, you nodded; “Yes.“ The defenders face scrunched in mistrust as she eyed your glass; “I think you had enough for that.“ “Leila, this is my first glass.“, you assured her but she still took it out of your hand. She raised her eyebrow slightly; “Are you sure? That didn’t sound like it was.“

With a deep breath, you revealed what you have been trying to tell her the whole time; “It’s my way to say goodbye to them.“ “Why would you say goodbye to them? You’ll still see them next year.“, Leila retorted quickly. “Yes, but it will be differently.“, you sighed. The defender shook her head; “I don’t think I understand.“ Another deep breath before you finally laid everything bare; “I’m leaving Barcelona.“

Throwback

There was nothing but shock. You didn’t remember ever feeling so numb before. You both were standing in your apartment in Barcelona when Leila broke the news to you. “You’re leaving?“ That voice didn’t sound like you at all. Leila took a step towards you, you took one step back; “You could come with me…“ It sounded stickily sweet. “How? I still have a contract here.“, you replied. “But I thought…“, she started.

Her shoulders slumped; “Oh, forget it.“ You’d love to forget her right now. “I can’t come with you.“ There was emphasis on every word, in hopes that Leila would finally understand the situation. She frowned at you; “So you don’t love me.“

There was bitter laugh stuck in your throat when you answered; “You’re being unfair. Of course I do.“ “Then why wouldn’t you come with me?“ “I told you, it’s because of my contract.“, you repeated impatiently. Leila shook her head with an incredulous look; “Sure.“ For a split second, you wished she would just leave and never come back.

End of the Throwback

“Where would you go? Barcelona is the best club in Europe.”, Leila pressed on, her voice full of disbelief. A frustrated sigh escaped your lips:“I know.” “Then why do you want to leave?”, the defender asked you puzzled. You took a deep breath before replying to her question:” Because of you. But also, the WSL title race seems very exciting.” “Wait, what?”, she interrupted you shocked.

It took all your courage to continue:” What I’m trying to tell you all evening is that I’m coming to-“ “Guys the firework is about to start, we’ll all go to the balcony to see it!”, Patri cut through your attempt of an explanation. The Manchester City player glanced annoyed at the midfielder: “Patri!” “Don’t worry, I can tell you on there.”, you promised her as you followed your teammates on to the balcony awaiting the soon upcoming fireworks.

When you reached your destination, you finally let the defender know what you were trying to say all evening:” I’m joining Manchester City.” “You’re?”, surprise was written all over Leila’s face. Nervously you nodded: “I do, yes.” “But.. why?”, the Manchester City player sounded confused. A sudden confidence got into you as you took her hand in yours:” Isn’t it obvious.”

In that moment the firework begun, illuminating the dark midnight sky. “I can’t believe you would do that without telling me.”, the news got under Leilas skin as she was trying to translate her emotions into adequate sentences. Quietly you confessed to her:“I wanted to tell you this in person.”

“You’re coming to Manchester.”, the joy in her voice was undeniable as she just realized what you said. Suddenly a bit of hesitation made you stammer:”Sorry, that it took so long. If you found someone in Manchester I’d understand.” “I didn’t. There was no one.”, Leila replied serious. “Same for me.”

Excited the Manchester City player wanted to know: “When are you signing?” “At the start of January.”, you replied swiftly. “Do you have a place to stay yet?” “Actually, I don’t.”, you blushed as you felt her gaze on you. A shy smile crept on Leilas lips as she offered: “If you want, you could stay with me.”

“I’d like that.” It was Mapis hurt voice which made you both shriek:”You’ll leave us?” The disappointed look in your friend’s eye made you reach out to her, trying to console the injured player: “Mapi.” “Really?”, she shook her head.

You nodded shyly; “Yes, I’ll join Manchester City in January.“ Alexia appeared on Mapis side with a proud smile; “About time.“ Aitana and her sister joined the conversation, holding each other by their hand. “Agreed“, the younger Bonmati sister beamed.

Aitana gave you an empathetic look; “We’ll miss you. But you and Leila need to be together again.“ Even Patri has left her position as the DJ and appeared next to you; “Yes, your happiness matters more. Plus, you two can always come back to visit us.“ “Yes.“

A gentle squeeze on your arm made you look up, Ona flashed you an encouraging smile. All those kind words from your team-mates have made your eyes well up with tears.

You carefully dabbed at your watering eyes while Mapi announced; “I think that calls for a group hug right at the start of the new year!“ “Oh yes. And Manchester will be happy to have you both.“, Lucy added with a wink.

Before you could say anything, you found yourself in a tight huddle with your teammates and friends. Alexias voice came from somewhere to your right; “Careful with my wife!“ “Ale, she’s fine!“, Mapi replied. You could basically hear her role her eyes at the midfielder.

“The girls will never change, huh?“, Leila asked, her lips close to your ear. You laughed happily; “Never!“ “Good that you’re coming to Manchester then.“, she replied amused. With all your friends around you, you turned to Leila and kissed her passionately. The new year couldn’t start fast enough.

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see you - ona battle

She was walking with Lucia to a coffee shop that was next to the training ground. Their tradition to get a coffee before any trip with the team had been kept for another while. Her feet moving quickly under her as they both loudly laughed at something Lucia said. They made it to the cafe and get into the queue to order. Lucia pushes Ona out of the way so she can order first laughing at the girl who just curses back at her as she looks at her phone to answer her family groupchat about the match later on today.

“Hi!” she hears beamed at her, she looks up to be met with the most beautiful smile she had ever seen. “How can i help you today?” you ask the brunette who was just standing there. “Could i, uh, get a iced coffe?” she asks stuttering over her words. “Of course! What is the name?” you ask while typing it into the ipad in front of you. “Ona.” she states quickly. “Thats a pretty name.” you say lightly to her looking up at her through your eyelashes. “Thank you.” she shyly says. “Alright, that will be €2.50.” She taps her card on the machine without saying another word as you hand the coffe cup to the barista to make the drink. “Thanks.” she says smiling at you. “No problem! See you around.” you say back to the brunette girl, Ona.

The next time Ona gets to see you is only two days later. She had just departed from the bus that they were travelling on and had called an uber to bring her home, to kill the time before it got to her she decided to just get a coffee and sit down. The cafe was very empty which was weird considering it was lunch time in a busy business area.

“Hi!” she hears a weirdly familiar voice chirp from behind the counter your beautiful eyes gleaming at her with excitement. “Hello.” she smiles back at you immediately recognising you and taking im your beauty. “How are you Ona?” you ask the girl who was just staring at you in shock, how had you remembered her? She thought she was crazy for not shutting up about how pretty you were on the bus. “Im great thanks! How are you?” she asks once she snaps out of her little moment. “Im really good thank you” you start with a wink “what can i get you today? Same as last time?” You had remembered her order. “Yes, yes please.” she stuttered out in shock. You grap a coffe cup and quickly scribble what she would guess to be her order onto it with her name. “€2.50 once again.” you say laughing at the girl who was rooting through her pockets to find her card. After about twenty seconds of her looking she sheepishly grabs her phone that was now resting on the counter and removed the case to take out the card as you smile at the pink dusting on her cheeks. She taps the card, once again silently, and wishes you a quick “goodbye” that you follow with a small “see you, ona.” Ona being too embarrassed to talk to you after that. She quickly grabs her drink once her name is called out and practically sprints for the door as you watch her every move. She grabs the handle roughly and bolts out the door. Her legs are moving quicker than she can think and before she knows it she had walked to a nearby bench to sit down finally taking a breath.

Why did it bother her so much to be embarrassed in front of you? She just met you, if you could even call this meeting eachother. Deep down she knew there was something different about you. When she looked at you she could almost see you lying beside her in bed laughing with her, dancing in her sitting room to any song you would like. She could see you in the family section of any stadium with her name across your back. She was being ridiculous, but little to her knowledge you were panicking back in the shop. Had you taken it too far with the heart beside her name and your number scrawled under it. Is that why she freaked out and ran away? Did she think it was weird you were making such a big move on her after seeing her for about a minute in total beforehand.

She finally takes a drink of the coffee that she had forgotten was in her hand. She ended up cancelling the uber needing a walk to clear her head of her thoughts of you. She quickly finished the drink looking for somewhere to discard the plastic cup. She passes by a bin and goes to throw it into it finally noticing the heart at the end of her name. She smiles cheeks turning pink once again as she moves the cup around in her hands. Her breath hiches. A phone number. Your phone number in small writing under her name.

She quickly takes out her phone and puts the phone number into it and saving it as a contact. Her fingers, that were slightly shaking, press down on the off button on her phone. She had to think about what she was going to message you. She couldn’t risk embarrassing herself for a second time in one day. A few hours later that consisted of phone calls to different teammates for advice on what to say, they all thought she was being ridiculous but wouldn’t dare to say it to the girl, she finally agreed to just say ‘hey coffee girl, its ona x’. Her argument that this was bed was qucikly shut down by Mapi who just scolded her in Spanish for not having messaged you yet.

Your phone suddenly buzzes pulling your attention away from the television that was playing some random reality show.

unknown number: hey coffe girl, its ona x 20:44

At this sight you jump off your couch holding you phone in your hands smiling at the notification. She had messaged you. She didnt think you were weird. You save her number in your phone as “ona 💞” and begin to type out your response.

y/n 🤍 : so you knew what the numbers on the cup were all this time??? 20:47

She laughs under her breath at your response.

ona 💞 : had to ask a few people to figure it out 🤷‍♀️ 20:48

You shake your head at her answer smiling at your phone. The two of you continue going back and forth until about three in the morning when you accidentally fall asleep while waiting for her to answer. The sun over your face wakes you up from your deep sleep, you go to grab your phone to see what time it is while thanking yourself for saying that you wouldn’t be working today. 10:24 not bad considering you were up fairly late the night before. You unlock your phone and immediately take notice of the only notification you care about, Onas.

ona 💞: no it honestly is idek why people say its bad 03:57

She said in reference to the conversation you had just been having. Thankfully agreeing with you on her opinion of the new nextflix show that had just come out.

ona 💞 : im going to guess you fell asleep, goodnight y/n <3 04:24

You read the message carefully. Checking the times that both of them had been sent. She had stayed up waiting for you to answer. Your heart swelled at the thought.

y/n 🤍: yes sorry i did!! 10:28

y/n 🤍 : good morning ona <3 10:28

A giddy smile takes over your face as you begin rereading the messages from the night before, swooning over the spanish nicknames she would call you throughout. You feel your phone buzz in your hand as you see the much too familiar name flash up before your eyes, ‘Ona 💞’.

ona 💞 : dont worry piccola, good morning <3 10:42

ona 💞 : are you free today?? 10:43

You almost combust at this message this certainly wasnt what you were expecting when you took up the barista job less than a week ago but you don’t believe you would want it to be any other way.

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The Instagram Story Part 2

The weeks passed as Y/N played the field with the mystery Instagram girl, well not that mysterious.

The players knew who she was after all, but they never really met her. They were just stuck hearing Lucia's stories about the late nights, the sounds that came from behind Y/N's bedroom door.

That surely played a role when it came to Y/N and Ona's relationship.

Adding up all the media duties, late night dates and Y/N studies, Ona had little to no time with Y/N. Something the defender certainly disliked.

The Spanish defender took the matter into her hands. Y/N had been rooming with Russo during away games, well not anymore.

“So” Y/N looked over to Ona's bed “How did you get Russo to abandon me?”.

Ona was left struggling for an answer, so she opted to be the lighthearted person approach “Well that's dramatic” she joked “Anyway, want to join the girls on game night?”.

“Talk about changing the topic” Y/N laughed, Ona's charm didn't seem to work on her “I would rather stay in and watch a movie”.

The defender took Y/N's wishes as commands, opening Netflix on her tablet and joining Y/N's bed.

“You can come into the sheets ya know” a not so subtle invitation, the Spanish midfielder was known to be upfront, but even this was too forward of her. Taking Ona's reaction to her previous request into consideration, Y/N tried to deescalate the situation “If you want to”.

“Um..” the defender stuttered “sure” she slowly entered Y/N's bed, being careful not to get too close.

“Why are you acting weird?” another question that had Ona struggling for an answer, choosing to play dumb for this one. “No I'm not” she argued, turning her attention to her iPad “What do you want to watch?”

The rest of the night played out how you would expect; Y/N trying to get closer to the Spanish defender as Ona experienced some major gay panic.

Ona slowly woke up, Y/N cuddled up to her, their legs intertwined. The defender didn't know what to do with herself. Play it cool and stay in bed? Leave as nothing happened? Wake Y/N up? The red devil didn't have time to make her choice. Y/N's phone rang.

The midfielder was suddenly woken up, clueless, somewhat lost. She looked up at Ona's face “Are you gonna get that?” the defender asked, pointing to her phone.

“Uh- uh yes yes”- well that was embarrassing. At some point during the night, Ona stated to make more of an impact on the midfielder.

Weird how sleeping in someones bed will do that to you.

Y/N was left playing the situation down, not even mentioning it to her regular Instagram date girl. Just another secret among friends.

Turns out that this secret would cost Y/N her mystery girl. The woman wasn't clueless. Y/N's time started to be divided among both women. Y/N favoring Ona whenever there was a chance to.

At some point it all started to add up. Y/N's feelings changed. They developed into a crush. There was only one detail that she hadn't figured out yet. The crush was reciprocated.

So, clueless as she was to it, she stopped going out with her Instagram mystery girl. Y/N started to make time for Ona when she barely had it for herself. Making up excuses to be near her fellow Spaniard.

Ona wasn't stupid, she started to pick up on it. Y/N's lingering looks, unexplained affections, going from unreachable to one call away.

Post match, Ona tried her luck “I see you” she stated leaving a questioning look on Y/N. “I'm happy you do?” more of a question than a statement. The defender scooted closer.

Oh god, it was happening. Was this that moment? Was the Spaniard going to declare her feelings?

“What a performance” - talk about a cop out. Maybe the whole declaring your undying love for a teammate wasn't meant to be. At least not just yet.

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b14augrana · 10 days

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Write for Ona Batlle please 🙏🏼

ona appreciation hour 😈 i loved writing this one , lmk if anyone wants a pt. 2 !! requests for more fics are open via the ask on my profile

‘Te Espero’ — Ona Batlle

Summary: You and Ona have been best friends since you could talk. After having to play against her and Manchester United, you bump into each other in the changing rooms.

Warnings: Some angst because it’s about damn time

A/N: Ona skips Levante and goes straight to Man Utd. in this fic , this isn’t proofread because I’m too lazy so ignore every error thanks x

Your childhood memories came in vague little snippets, like a broken film reel. You could remember that one afternoon you spent sitting on the curb, your popsicle dripping into your lap as you ate it with your best friend, but you couldn’t remember when you learned to ride a bike.

You remembered the little things that gave you happiness but didn’t really matter. Something that stuck with you consistently and made those little things a bit more memorable was your best friend, Ona.

When you had to leave your hometown and move to Barcelona in order to develop as a footballer in La Masia, Ona was there with you, fulfilling the same dream. She grew up with you, supported you endlessly, and knew everything about you.

Well, not quite everything.

You were very open with her. She knew how to read your emotions like a book and somehow she had the perfect response to them every time. When you were nervous, it was holding your hand and rubbing the top with her thumb. When you were angry, it was squeezing your wrist gently.

However, the one thing it seemed she couldn’t read was love. You were hopelessly in love with her against your will. You never wanted to be, not because she was a bad person to be in love with, but because you didn’t want to ruin the friendship you two had.

You only began to pay attention to the signs when you were a teenager. Seeing her everyday at training started to provoke a funny feeling in your stomach, even though it was a daily occurrence. Despite your best efforts to ignore your emotions for the sake of football and your friendship, you couldn’t help but let it keep you up at night.

When you two entered your senior careers though, things changed. You went on to play for Barcelona Femeni’s first team, whereas she decided to play for an entirely different club, in an entirely different league. When she told you she was transferring to Manchester United, you wanted to beg her to stay, tell her that Barcelona was where she belonged, but the excited look on her face wouldn’t allow that. Instead, you said, “Oh my God, Ona! I’m so happy for you!” and pulled her into the tightest hug you could muster.

“Estoy muy emocionado, (Y/N),” she exclaimed, sitting down on one of the beds in your shared dorm in the academy complex. You hated that deep down, you weren’t as excited as you seemed because she was slipping away. You didn't want to be selfish and hold her back, so you let her go. It was the biggest regret of your life.

As you pursued your career at Barcelona, you couldn't help but find yourself staying up a couple hours after your recommended bedtime to watch a Manchester United match, just to see her, just to jog your memory and make sure you would still be able to remember that smile for years to come. And on the not-so-rare occasion when Aitana would walk in on you in your shared apartment complex and explain that the light was on, you'd say that you were just analysing the game, and she would shake her head the same way she always did when she knew you were lying and say, ¨Sé que la ecas de menos. Yo también.¨

Aitana was the only person you had opened up to about your feelings for Ona. It's not like you were ashamed, but you had known her for many years since you joined La Masia, and she knew you almost as well as Ona. She also missed Ona, but she knew that it was in a different way. It wasn't as deep and akin to grief like you. The poets do say, 'What is grief if not love persevering?' You had hopeless faith in the idea that she would come home. Not home to Barcelona, but home to you, and that's what hurt most.

Season after season and match after match without your left-back proved to be easier as time passed. You were far from over it, but you were coping. As much as you would’ve liked to move to Manchester, Barcelona was your girlhood club. You couldn’t ever imagine leaving, and you wanted to win everything you could with them and retire there… hence why the upcoming UEFA Women’s Champions League was such a big deal for you.

The last few UWCL campaigns for Barcelona didn’t consist of you. In fact, you made the decision to not participate in the squad. It wasn’t management issues or injury, it was just the desire to get as good as you possibly could and prepare for the future, so when you eventually did participate in the UWCL, you would be at your best.

It also gave you an opportunity to collect yourself and relearn how to focus and get back into the flow state that you depended on when playing football. You felt like you didn’t have much control or focus at all since Ona left, which left your mind clouded and your heart heavy. The headlines depicted you as out of form, some of them even resorted to suspecting you of having an injury. You wished it was that simple.

Over the many months your team spent competing in foreign countries and battling it out for the title, you were putting back the pieces of the footballer you once were and temporarily discarding your feelings to prioritise your career. You wanted to lift that trophy more than anything, and it was that burning desire that gave you the strength to move past Ona, at least while it mattered.

From then on, the tournament consumed your life and your schedule. Ona — who still remained as a thought in the back of your mind — barely existed in your head during that period, except for when you were left alone in your hotel room, staring up at the ceiling at an ungodly hour, left with the scariest thing there could be; your own thoughts.

The knockout stages of the UWCL were right around the corner. Eindhoven had treated you well up until now and you were in awe of the Netherlands — even though you had only seen a small bit of the country. The match draws hadn’t yet been announced so you spent most of your time in coffee shops and scenic hikes if you weren’t training. Frido, Ingrid, and Aitana accompanied you the most around town.

When the day of the draws finally came, you and your teammates huddled around the television in Patri’s hotel room. Chelsea vs Rosengård, PSG vs Bayern München, Real Madrid vs Wolfsburg and finally…

Your heart sunk.

Barcelona vs Manchester United.

Aitana’s gaze shifted to you almost immediately. It only took her one glance at your pale-faced expression to know that you weren’t prepared for that draw.

It only lasted a second though, because suddenly you cheered. Everyone else around you was celebrating, and you had dreamt of that moment for so long, it was only suitable. Deep down inside, you were actually excited to come up against Ona. Your team had a winning mentality and you weren’t going to ruin that by getting caught up in your own feelings so yes, you were excited.

You trained day after day in preparation for the first leg of the match and when you finally sunk into bed, you opened Instagram to see your page flooded with news about the fixtures.

‘UEFA Women’s Champions League fixtures: FC Barcelona vs. Manchester United, what to expect from both teams.

Based on both teams’ recent campaigns, it’s easy to tell who has the upper hand in terms of experience and overall performance, and that is Barcelona. They have made it to the knockout stages of the UEFA Women’s Champions League 3 consecutive times, whereas Manchester United haven’t had as much luck.

The big question everyone seems to be asking is, how will these teams line up? Will we finally be able to see (Y/N) (Y/L/N) make her Champions League debut, or will she sit out of the tournament once again?’

You paused and took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the rest of the article. ‘Will she sit out of the tournament once again?’ That annoyed you. You sat out for a reason, you just couldn’t say. It’s not like it was anybody’s business; the world didn’t need to know that the reason was in the other team.

‘…What we do know for certain is that Ona Batlle, Manchester United’s star left-back, will be making an appearance in the starting XI, as said by Marc Skinner, the manager of the women’s team. Batlle emerged from Barcelona’s youth academy and made her senior debut at Manchester United 3 seasons ago, so the upcoming first leg of the semi finals may bring back some memories. Manchester United will use a 4-3-3 false 9 formation for the first leg —”

You switched off your phone and exhaled sharply, grumbling to yourself. Fucking journalists and their nerve. You had better things to do during the group stages, the whole point of you not playing was to get better so you could play in one of the most important stages!

“I need sleep,” you mumbled, turning over and putting your phone on the bedside table. Within moments of shutting your eyes, you were asleep. It didn’t feel like long before you were woken up and forced to go through the same mundane day all over again.

Friday, 7:00 PM. You had no time to register what was happening until you were already in the walkway, shaking out your limbs and the hands of the other team as you lined up. A quick glance over your shoulder alerted you that Ona was all the way at the back of her line, shaking the hand of Irene and conversing with her international teammate.

The stadium was loud. Deafening, even. You could vaguely hear the Barcelona chant being sung and from whatever little vision of the stands you had from the walkway, you could see the famous blaugrana colours everywhere. The atmosphere gave you chills.

When the match officials gave both teams the signal, they filed out of the walkway. The sound of the fans and the music blaring on the speakers rang in your ears ten times louder, and as you walked beneath that archway, everything settled in.

Your team sung your chant, tears threatening to spill from your waterline, proud tears. You watched Sandra hand the banner over to the Manchester United captain and then the handshakes commenced, proceeding down the line of players.

When your hand reached Ona’s, you held it for a bit longer. Her skin was soft, her fingers slender. Your eyes were fixed on your hands until your gaze lifted and met hers; brown eyes staring at you, her lips barely curved upwards. They held a look of uncertainty that made you pull away and hurriedly shake the hand of the next woman in line.

Your squad took their positions on the pitch, and you went to the midfield, awaiting kickoff. You had made the starting XI, and it felt amazing to be back, bossing the midfield alongside Aitana. The whistle blew as loud as ever, and Alexia kicked the ball straight down the middle, landing at your feet. From there, it was all instinctual; it felt like your mind was a spirit of its own as it directed your feet.

Perhaps it wasn’t your mind, but your emotions driving your movements. Maybe it was those waves of sadness that moved your feet and the nostalgia that put your body in front of the ball. Maybe it was simply her presence that made you feel like you had something to prove and everything to lose.

When the whistle was blown 30 minutes into the match and you looked at where the commotion was coming from to see Ona springing up from the ground, arguing with Claudia, you jolted forwards to intervene but a firm grip on your arm tugging you backwards told you to do otherwise. You turned to look at Aitana with furrowed eyebrows, and she shook her head as she muttered, “Déjalo así, no interfieras.”

It was a back and forth match of goals and lobbed balls, and you felt an involuntary wave of relief and happiness when the final whistle blew and the stands erupted in cheers; you had beaten Manchester United 5-2.

Everyone jumped into a group hug, one on top of the other, with Aitana and Claudia flying on top. You happily joined in and celebrated your victory — your cheeks had never hurt more. The lap around the field felt like a millennial as you greeted fans, took photos, signed merchandise and answered questions.

When you finally ventured into the locker rooms, you let out an exasperated sigh as you rolled down your socks and took off your boots. You were thankful for the thinking that led you to packing sandals, and you slipped them on quickly.

The changing room was almost deserted and your conclusion was that everyone hadn’t made it back yet because they were still in the stadium. Alexia and Patri’s bags were stacked on top of each other in the corner and one of Ingrid’s slides was on the other side of the room; thankfully, they hadn’t left.

You sighed and leaned against the wall, processing the events of the match and mulling over every little mistake you had fretted about when at the end, they didn’t matter. You lazily squeezed some water into your mouth and let the bottle clatter onto the bench and out of your hand, and you stayed in your motionless position.

After ages of nobody returning to the changing rooms, you got suspicious and stood up. First you raised your eyebrow, and then you checked your phone to see if you missed any phone calls or texts. Nothing.

You walked towards the door, and you were about to peer around the corner when suddenly you collided with someone else. You expected it to be someone like Aitana or Alexia, but when you saw that it was neither of them, your eyes widened in surprise.

Right there, in front of you, was Ona.

Her bambi eyes were glazed over with tears, her cheeks were damp and flushed pink, her lips were parted and slightly puffy. She looked up at you and then behind you, suddenly realising she was about to stumble into the wrong changing room.

“Lo siento, wrong changing room–” she started, about to turn away, but you reached out for her.

“No, no. Stay with me. Nobody is here,” you replied, beckoning to the empty room. She didn’t move from her spot in the doorway, she didn’t take another step forward or turn away.

When sobs started to erupt from her mouth, you thought something was seriously wrong, which compelled you to bring her into your embrace. Her tears dampened your jersey as she rested her cheek on your shoulder.

“Has jugado tan bien, como siempre,” she said. You rubbed her back gently as you spoke, “Tú también. Manchester te ha estado enseñando bien, ya veo.” She laughed, and it was music to your ears hearing that melodious laugh again.

“I wish we had won today, but we had no chance,” Ona whispered.

There was a short period of silence and the only noises were your synced breaths and her quiet sniffles.

“Come back to Barça, Ona. Come home,” you finally responded. “I miss you while you’re in Manchester. I don’t like that.” She pulled away to look at you as she spoke. “Un día, (Y/N). I promise.”

Her hands slipped from your back and her hips escaped your gentle grasp, but before she could turn around, your words rung through the air — “Te quiero, Ona. Vuelve enseguida.”

She smiled sadly at you, knowing that the words on her tongue were just as heavy as yours were to you, but turned the corner not knowing if it was reciprocated.

“Yo también te quiero.”

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helen-with-an-a · 26 days

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Black Eyes

Hi. So this was a request that I got for a teen!R getting jumped by a fan and the team looking out for them. So here it is - again, I have aged R up a little bit (18/19 rather than 15/16) but I hope you enjoy it.

Barca Femeni x Reader

Description: R gets attacked on her way home and the team come to her aid.

Word Count: 1.6k

TW: Injury, violence

You hurt. That was the first thing that you noticed as you woke up. Everything ached. Your toes, your legs, your hips, your waist, your chest, your face, even your hair hurt. You knew you shouldn’t have walked through the alleyway on the way home. How many times had Lucy and Alexia drilled it into you? ‘Don’t walk where there are no streetlights’. You had initially dismissed them as the overprotective worriers that they were, but now you really wished you had listened to them.

It was a rare rainy day in Barcelona, and you were trying to rush home. You hadn’t brought an umbrella with you, because why would you? You live in warm and sunny Barcelona now, not wet and windy London. You had your doubts about going down the alley, but it would cut your walk home in half, and you were already starting to shiver.

You hadn’t seen the man hiding at the end; otherwise, you wouldn’t have gone down it. But by the time you realised someone was there, you were basically at the end, and it would’ve been more awkward to stop and turn around.

“Oops, lo siento. Gracias.” You smiled weakly as you hurried past him.

You could feel his eyes on you as you continued your walk home.

You could hear his footsteps as you picked up your pace.

You could smell the alcohol on him as he drew nearer.

You could see the large Real Madrid tattoo on his bicep.

You could taste the blood in your mouth as your head hit the ground.

You knew you should move. You needed to get up and go to training. You needed to assess the damage done to you. You needed to do a lot of things. But you just couldn’t. It hurt to blink, so the thought of the pain that would consume your body if you tried to sit up, move off the bed and walk was unfathomable.

You don’t know when you feel back asleep – somewhere in between hoping someone could take away this pain for you and trying to work out what to say to people, probably. But your phone startled you. The loud, shrill noise made you twist painfully away from the sound. You just let it ring out; whoever it was and whatever they needed from you would not be worth the pain that it would answer it. The silence was almost just as painful as the ringing – your ears buzzing in the quiet.

LUCY (5 missed calls)

ALEXIA (3 missed calls)

KEIRA (1 missed call)

The herculean effort it took to open your eyes – well, one eye; the other refused to open – was not a good sign. The buzzing started again.

JONA

“Hello?” You answered. You almost didn’t recognise your own voice for how scratchy it was.

“Hola, solo queria ver donde estabas,” Jona explained, clearly anxious over the sound of your greeting. “Son casi las 10.30 y aún no te has registrado.” You didn’t understand what was happening; your head hurt too much for Spanish.

“In English, please,” you begged. There was some shuffling on his side before a different voice answered.

“Pollito?” That bloody nickname—Lucy had christened you ‘Chick’ (short for Chicken) when you first arrived at national camp; your gangly arms and legs, too long for your body, and your timid nature suited the nickname well. And it had followed you to Barcelona. “Where are you? It’s 10.30, and you’re not here.” Ona seemed calm, if a little stressed.

“Oni?” You sounded horrific.

“Are you sick? Oh, Déu meu, you sound awful, no offence.” The stress levels in her voice sounded more intense now and did little to help the pounding in your head.

“Ow,” you croaked out.

“What? Are you ok?” You could easily imagine her face pinched with worry and concern as she tried to find someone who could help. The sound you let out did not help her calm down—you think it was supposed to be another complaint about your pain, but it was definitely an indiscernible high-pitched squeak instead.

“Vale, vale, vale. Just … just stay there, sí?” like you could move, even if you wanted to. “I’m going to get Lucy … and Keira … and Alexia,” she started listing the names of people that would be helpful in this situation. Lucy and Keira were your national teammates; you had known them for most of your professional career. You often looked to them for guidance and reassurance. Alexia was your captain; she wouldn’t take kindly to Ona leaving her out of this - she also considered you a little sister, maybe even more so than Alba. You think she ended the call, but you were slipping back into dreamland before you could be sure.

The knocking at the door was what next woke you up. It was loud and incessant. You groaned, wishing they would stop and go away. You were out of luck, however, when you heard the tell-tale signs of a key being placed in the lock and your door opening. Only one person had a key.

“Chick,” Lucy called out. You groaned even louder and pulled the blanket over your head, trying to hide yourself from the world. You hadn’t seen what you looked like, but the right side of your face hurt more than the other, as did your hands and knees, so you assumed they took the brunt of the damage.

“Chick, you in here?” Keira shouted, her voice sounding like it was coming from the kitchen.

“Pollita?” Alexia sounded closer, too close to be in any other room besides your bedroom. You moaned in response. “Ella esta aqui,” she shouted to the others, the thundering footsteps echoing painfully as they barged into your room. You felt the blanket being tugged down, and you tried to resist it, holding onto it fractionally tighter.

“Hey, no, Chick. C’mon, lemme see you,” Lucy said softly, slowly working her magic as she rubbed your shoulder, thinking you were ill and didn't want her to see you like that. You let her pull the duvet down, not liking the loud gasp she let out when she caught a look at your face.

“What happened?” she asked tightly. You mistook her firmness for anger and couldn’t help the tears as they broke free. “Hey, no, no, no. Don’t cry,” she looked like she wanted to hug you but didn’t know where or what would bring you comfort or just more pain—her arms flapped helplessly mid-air.

“¿Qué sucede? Vas a estar enferma? Necesitamos ir al hospital? Qué está pasando?” You had never heard Alexia so panicked. Keira was quiet—too quiet. She didn’t like Lucy's look of fear or the tension in her voice.

“Chick?” Lucy asked again.

“I fell,” you lied. You don’t know why you lied, but you did. You couldn’t tell her that you ignored her concerns for your safety just because of some stupid rain. You were English – you dealt with rain all the time.

“Lucía, què està passant?” Alexia marched over, gasping loudly when she saw you. “Oh, honey.” The switch was dizzying. One moment, she was angry that no one was telling her what was wrong with you, and the next, she was as soft as a feather, gently coming to kneel by the side of your bed.

“Te caíste, sí?” She didn’t believe you; no one got this amount of bruising just from a fall. And there was something about how you avoided eye contact and scratched at your nails—your go-to trait when lying. “No creo que lo hicieras, pollita. Tell me what happened.” The gentleness was unlike anything you had ever heard from Alexia—she often provided solutions, playful aggression, and (brutal) honesty. Something must have really scared her to make her behave like this. You must have really scared her.

“I—I went through the alleyway,” you said weakly. You expected her and Lucy to look at you in a disappointed way, but no such thing was shown your way—just faces full of concern and worry. “There was a guy … I don’t really know what happened.” You weren’t intentionally vague; you genuinely did not know what had happened to you.

“Ok, Chick. That was very brave of you to tell us.” Lucy rubbed a soft finger over your cheek, wiping away the tears whilst avoiding the most apparent bruising. “We’re going to help sit you up, ok? I’m on your right, and Alexia’s on your left. We’ll get you to the bathroom and we’ll have a look at you properly, ok? Keira’s in the kitchen and will get you some food and drink.” She explained what would happen before she did it, helping to guide you to sit on the toilet.

Getting up with their help wasn’t as painful as you had expected, but maybe it was because you had rested your entire body weight on them. They held a mirror up for you as you began to examine yourself. Your eye was swollen, and a deep dark bruise was beginning to appear, and your cheek had a nasty red mark on it, but the rest of your face seemed unharmed. Your hands were cut, and so were your knees. You don’t know whether it was the pain or the tiredness or the events of the last 24 hours catching up with you as you slumped forward, your brain quietening as Lucy’s soft smell encased you and Alexia’s warm Spanish flooded your senses. You could her Keira’s hushed tones as she made her way around your kitchen, clearly on the phone to someone.

“Chick, it’s okay. We’ve got you,” Lucy said, smoothing your hair down as you rested your head on her shoulder.

“Nadie te va a hacer daño, lo prometemos.” Alexia added.

And you believed them. They would definitely keep you safe.

I wasn't quite sure about the ending, but I hope you liked it <3

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ktgoodmorning · 12 days

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"I'm fine."

Ona Batlle x Reader

You're overworking yourself more than you should be and Ona's worried about you. But you're fine !

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You yawned as you checked what time it was, sipping from your coffee as you did so. The clock blinked back at you, reading 5:00 am. Papers were strewn across the kitchen table as you regained your focus on your laptop in front of you, trying to finish all the work you could before your girlfriend was up and you both had to get ready to go to work. It was your fourth day in a row of this routine, up for hours getting caught up on your school work before going to work with Ona.

You had recently been given a job working with the physios for Barcelona while you wrapped up your schooling. It was an incredible opportunity, something you couldn’t say no to, however it had piled on a significant amount of work. At the moment, your job was doing administrative duties for the physios, data tracking and record keeping to make sure it all ran smoothly. It was important for you to prove yourself so that once you finished school you could get offered a real physio job working with the players. But for now, you had your little office that you spent plenty of long hours in and that was all you needed, you just had to stay focused on your school work at the same time.

“Are you seriously up this early again?” You looked over your shoulder just to see Ona trudging towards you, still half asleep. Her hair was a tangled mess, voice rough with sleep as she made her way behind you, draping her arms over your shoulders lazily and pressing her face into your neck.

“Oni I have to get all this work done you know that,” You kissed her cheek lightly, “I didn’t wake you up, did I?” Your free hand came up to rest on top of hers as she still stayed, hugging you from behind while you went back to your work.

She shook her head in the crook of your neck, “how long have you been up? You need sleep, mi cielo.”

You let out a soft sigh, pausing your work momentarily, “I’m fine, I promise. I just need to stay caught up with everything. If you want, there’s some coffee on the counter but it might be cold now.”

The brunette pressed a kiss to your cheek before standing to get the coffee you made. “Don’t think I didn’t notice how you avoided my question. And the way this coffee is ice cold has me thinking I really won’t like the answer.” She gave you a pointed look, a small smirk adorning her face, while you just rolled your eyes. “Will you at least tell me how many cups of coffee you’ve had so far?”

“This is number three.” She wasn’t sure she heard you correctly due to how softly you spoke.

“Did you just say three?” you nodded. “It’s barely even 5:00 and you’ve had three cups of coffee. You’re obviously tired. Let’s go lie down, you’ve still got plenty of time before we have to leave. I’ll hold you, come on.” Your girlfriend stood up, immediately offering her hand, looking at you expectantly for you to join her in an extra hour of sleep. You cringed slightly, not getting up from your spot at the table but knowing she wasn’t going to like your answer.

“Ona you know I can’t do that. I can’t get behind on this school work. If you want to go back to sleep though, I’ll bring my computer and come sit with you?”

“That’s alright,” she shook her head and settled back into the chair next to you, slightly defeated that she couldn’t convince you, “I’ll stay out here with you, keep you company.”

“Thanks, love. Your company does make it slightly less miserable.”

“Well I’m certainly glad I don’t make it more miserable.” You giggled softly, sharing a soft kiss before she rested her head on your shoulder, watching you do your school work while she settled into your side.

You knew you were exhausted and that Ona was right, but at the moment it was just the price you had to pay. There was only about a month left until you finished school, then your workload would be cut in half. The problem at the moment was the combination of school plus your new job that was killing you. You had to keep up with both, horribly desperate to prove yourself in every possible way. So if it meant being a little short on sleep, you could handle it. By getting up early and staying up late, doing as much as possible when Ona was asleep, it left you more time to spend with Ona during the day. The more you did it, the more your girlfriend seemed to realize just how tired you were becoming, but you just had to push through it for another month and then it would be over.

About an hour later, you were surprised to see that your girlfriend was still awake against your shoulder. You assumed it was boring or uncomfortable for her to be sitting there that long with nothing to do besides watch you do homework and drink cold coffee, but Ona didn’t seem to mind.

She remained snuggled into your side until her alarm went off, signaling that you both needed to get ready to go. As soon as you abandoned your work, you were back to your usual self, making conversation with each other and dancing around to some of your favorite music as you got ready for the day together.

You had a little routine together where you often did each other's hair in the morning. It didn’t matter what it was, it was just a small way of getting to connect with each other and start your day off on a high note. So there you sat, in front of your mirror while Ona threaded her fingers through your hair as you shut your eyes and leaned back into her hands. “You always end up looking like you’re gonna fall asleep when I play with your hair.” she giggled at you.

“Yeah, it's relaxing,” you shrugged, “And you say I always look like I’m gonna fall asleep so it’s really nothing out of the ordinary anyways.”

“Hmm, that’s true, cause you never sleep, mi cielo.” Her hands carefully pulled your hair back into a low bun for you, making sure it was up to your standards before you switched spots to do her braid. Even though it was small, you were extremely grateful for this part of your routine. Feeling her hands move along your scalp always brought you comfort during your least favorite time of day.

When you arrived at the training grounds, Ona walked you to your office just as she always did, carrying your bag for you and giving you plenty of kisses before she headed off to the locker room. The second she left your office, you immediately buried yourself in your work. The coffee machine in your office was working overtime trying to keep up with you while you only looked away from your work long enough to brew a new cup. It seemed as though your days of sleepless nights were starting to catch up with you as you continued to work harder to remain focused.

Most days at work, you’d eat lunch with Ona. Either she’d bring her lunch to your office or, more commonly, you’d take your lunch to go eat with her and her teammates. You knew most of them, especially the ones she was closer with, so you liked having the break outside the confines of your office.

But today you couldn’t do that.

If you just spent your lunch working on your school work, you would have time to spend with Ona after you both finished working, which seemed like a much better use of your time. That way it’d be just the two of you, not stuck at work, able to spend some quality time together.

So you did the one thing you almost never did, and shut your office door, signaling to everyone to leave you uninterrupted. Of course when it was fifteen minutes into your lunch breaks and you still hadn’t filled the seat Ona had saved for you at the table with her friends, she picked up her plate and made her way to your office, thinking that’s what you were intending on. You heard her footsteps stop outside your door, and watched as she seemed to just pause there, figuring out what to do. On one hand, she knew that your closed door meant you were busy, but on the other hand, she also knew it was your lunch break.

When she finally made up her mind, she opened your door, ever so slowly, peeking her head through the small crack and finally seeing what had kept you from her- more school work. Upon seeing what you were doing, the brunette further opened your door and entered, settling into the extra chair across from your desk to eat her lunch. “Are you really working through lunch? No offense but you look like you haven’t slept in days, babe. You look like you could pass out at any second, you really need to take a break.”

“Ona, I’m fine. If I finish this now, then I’ll have time to spend with you tonight once we’re done here. Then I’ll take a break. With you.” You gave her a cheesy smile, hoping she’d accept your answer but still knowing she probably wouldn’t.

“As much as I’d like some time with you, it’s not me I’m worried about. You need a break. For you. Look me in the eyes and tell me what time you went to bed last night. Or if you went to bed for that matter.”

Of course she saw right through you and you should’ve expected that. Ona knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes. “I’m okay, I promise. I’m a little tired, sure, but I’ll be fine. I just have to get to graduation and then I’ll have a normal schedule again.”

Your girlfriend was starting to get frustrated by your insistence and refusal to listen. She knew you were running yourself to death and needed nothing more than a break to keep functioning. “(Y/n) you’re not listening. That’s the fifth time in the last two minutes that you’ve yawned, don’t think I don’t notice. When was the last time your head hit a pillow?”

“Ona. I’m fi-”

“If you say you’re fine one more time I might lose my mind.” She took a deep breath, trying to remain calm and not push her frustrations onto you further. The defender quickly stood up, pulling you up from your chair abruptly, “That’s it! We’re getting you out of this stupid office!

You knew there was no point in arguing with her, allowing her to drag you down the hallway into a lounge area when some of her teammates were scattered around the room keeping themselves busy. Some were finishing lunch, some of the younger girls doing school work of their own, others just relaxing together and hanging out. Ona pulled you onto a couch that had some sort of football game playing in front of it, many of the girls half-watching it. She immediately pulled you into her side, forcing you to cuddle up to her- something she wouldn’t normally do when you were both at work, but decided it was necessary at that moment.

“Lay down. I’ll set an alarm to wake you up when your lunch is over, just please, rest.” You gave her a half-hearted glare, partially for pulling you away from your schoolwork but partially because you doubted you’d be able to sleep in a space like this. But once again, Ona saw right through you. “Close your eyes and stop fighting it. I’ll be right here with you, even if you can’t actually sleep, you need a break. And you’re already half asleep so I’m really not too worried about it. I’ve got you, mi cielo.”

You gave her a slight nod before making yourself comfortable with your head on her lap, trying to do as she asked. You knew you were tired but didn’t fully comprehend how bad it was until your body instantly succumbed to your exhaustion. Within minutes, you had passed out on the couch. Ona’s teammates knew not to bother you having heard all of the defender’s concerns about you and your lack of sleep lately. All she got from them were a few knowing glances, happy to see how relieved Ona was at the sight of you sleeping on her.

Your girlfriend fully intended on waking you up at the same time you normally ended your lunch and went back to work, but you were so peaceful on her lap, and she knew how badly you needed the sleep that she had a hard time doing so. She knew she hated lying to you and that you’d likely be pissed off at her, but Ona really, truly felt that she didn’t have a choice- she had to let you sleep. You were running yourself into the ground and this seemed to be the only hope at slowing you down and allowing your body to recuperate.

When it was time for her to go back to her own training, Alexia came over to grab her, stopping in front of the younger woman when she saw the current position she was in, flashing her a sympathetic look. “Oni, you stay with your girl, I’ll cover for you. It’s just a regular gym session so you can make it up another time. Let her sleep.”

She was shocked to hear her captain so willing to allow her to miss a gym session, just to let you keep sleeping, but Alexia knew how worried she had been about you, everyone did. It was all Ona had talked about for the last week- how you were exhausted and overworked and rarely sleeping more than a few hours. And Ona had been playing full 90’s lately so Alexia knew she could also afford the break to let her body recover alongside yours. “Thank you, Ale. Seriously, I owe you.”

“Don’t mention it. You could use the sleep too, so why don’t you both just use the afternoon to catch up. I’ll let the physios know about (y/n). They’ve been pushing more than anyone that she needs a break so they’ll be glad to know she finally has one.”

Ona gave her captain another nod, grateful for the understanding, before getting comfy alongside you so she could also get some shut-eye. Alexia turned down the volume of the TV and lowered the lights before bringing a throw blanket to throw on top of you both, quietly chuckling at Ona as she did so, “Let me just be a mom for a second, tuck you in and tell you sweet dreams.” The blonde placed a quick kiss on both of your foreheads before leaving the two of you alone, knowing just how badly both of you needed it.

It was hours later when you woke up on Ona’s lap, still on a couch at the Barca training facility. As your eyes slowly creeped open, you noticed how quiet the room was, as if there wasn’t a team member within a mile radius of you. You looked around some, a bit confused as to how you ended up in the position you did when you finally thought to check your watch- 5:47 PM.

You jolted up, startling Ona awake as you did so, confused as to how you could’ve slept through your entire afternoon. “Ona, what the hell?! You were supposed to wake me up! How did I just sleep through the entire afternoon, I was supposed to be working!”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay I promise. Ale agreed we should let you sleep, the other physios were totally okay with it, she double checked and everything. It’s okay.” She watched the tension physically leave your body as you let out a sigh, partially relieved to hear that nobody would be mad at you for ignoring your work all afternoon, partially annoyed that your girlfriend forced you into taking a nap. It was hard to be mad at her though when you saw the way she looked at you, her eyes big and filled with concern.“You fell asleep right on my lap. It was cute. You’re adorable when you’re sleeping, you know that?”

You collapsed back into her arms for a hug, appreciative at her insistence to take care of you, even if you didn’t want to do it yourself. “Thank you, Oni. I love you, clearly I needed that.”

She held you close, rocking you gently before separating herself. “And I love you, mi cielo.” She pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose, “why don’t we go home? Snuggle for real, not at work, and then get to bed?” You responded with a slight nod before allowing her to help you up, and go gather your things to drive you both home.

On the way home Ona made the executive decision to pick up some takeout so you could really just focus on relaxing together once you got home. When you arrived, you did just that. Your girlfriend wouldn’t let you lift a finger, fully insisting that she had to take care of you so you could wind down and take a break. She led you directly to your room, sitting you on the bed while she changed you from your work clothes and into an old sweatshirt of hers with some comfy shorts. The defender made sure you were fully settled on the couch in a pile of pillows and blankets with your food before she took a shower and got changed to join you.

In the time that she was away, you had dozed off again in the cocoon she had made you in the living room, only waking up when you heard her footsteps. “Sorry, were you sleeping? I didn’t mean to wake you, go back to sleep.” She sat down next to you, stroking your hair soothingly, knowing just how much it put you to sleep when she played with your hair.

“Why don’t we just go to bed instead? You can read or something but it might be easier if I’m just in bed already before I fall asleep again.” Your girlfriend gave you a nod before leading you into your bed, snuggling up next to you.

Once you had settled in bed, you were basically laying on top of her, her hands holding you tightly against her with your head on her chest, listening to her heartbeats. “Goodnight kiss before you fall asleep?” The brunette left a light tap on your back, getting your attention before you leaned up to fulfill her request, happy to oblige.

“Do you wanna hear about the dream I had last night?” Ona asked you quietly, knowing her voice would lull you to sleep if you let her keep talking. You did this anytime either of you struggled to fall asleep- talking softly, mostly nonsense about anything and everything while the other half-listened until eventually falling asleep. You gave her a somewhat excited nod, knowing that her voice was always exactly what you needed.

So there you were, while Ona went on and on about her latest dream and you drifted back into sleep, not processing any of your words. “So then I was going to-” she looked down, noticing how your breaths had slowed, “oh okay you’re already asleep, I’m just talking to myself now, cool.” The brunette breathed out a slight chuckle at the sight of you. “Buenas noches, mi cielo. Sweet dreams.” She pressed a long kiss to your hairline, thankful to finally see you at peace, for the first time in at least a week- completely at rest in your lover’s arms.

hope you enjoyed! always appreciate any feedback and requests :)

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box-milk · 1 month

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My Squishy

Genre~ fluff

Pairing~ Ona Batle x plus size! Bronze Reader

Warnings ~a short lil something,self doubt, Google translated Spanish

"Earth to batlle." Ona snapped out of her daydream coming face to face with her fellow defender. Ingrid rasied a questioning eyebrow as she noticed the girl had spaced out while the physio therapist worked the knots out of her thigh.

Ona blushed slightly, avoiding the taller woman's questioning gaze attempting to sneakily try to let her eye fall onto her newfound interest. The Norwegian is quick to match the trail of sight where her eyes stuttered a bit before she resorts to burying her head between her folded arms on the floor when she notices the brunette questioning gaze unflattering.

Ingrid is confused until her eyes meet the soft blue ones of y/n bronze. The new team head physiotherapist. The taller defender returned the wave the younger bronze gave her before she attended to the barça captain.

"So pequeña bronze?" Ona could hear the teasing tone in ingrid's voice and groans, causing the latter to let out a chuckle at her expense. Ingrid returned her gaze to where you were working on alexia's knee, and she could see exactly why Ona was infatuated with you.

From the little time most would have noticed, you chose to have your hair in a slick ponytail on most days as opposed to your sisters slick bun. Your stature down to your personality differs from the older bronze as well.

You're curvy body, something to admire. Thick thighs, well-rounded breasts, plush stomach, and a voluptuous ass to match. Your skin glistened with sweat, but it somehow made you glow in the barcelona sun, highlighting your dazzling eyes. Your personality also matched that sunshine as the team dubbed you the more approachable bronze. You truly were the embodiment of a higher beauty.

"Hey! ojos apagados." Ona lightly slapped the Norwegian on her calfs. "My squishy."

"Geez batlle, get a hold of yourself. You haven't even said a word to the girl." Ingrid tutted why moving out of arms reach. "Said a word to who?". Ona' freezes at the new voice and return her head between her arms, not exactly wanting to have this conversation with your older sister.

Ingrid snorts, causing the youngest brunette to crawl slightly and hit her again on the calf, the rash action causing the therapist to grumble under their breath. Ona huffs before getting into a sitting and folding her arms. The therapist just rolled their eyes before moving to complain to you.

Ona watched as you listened intently to the therapist complains before your head turned to meet her eyes, causing her to squeak and avoid your gaze. Lucy looked at the younger girl strangely before shrugging her shoulders when she met your questioning gaze.

Quickly finishing up with alexia, you made your way over to your sister and her teammates with a questioning eyebrow rasied and folded arms.

"Miss batlle?"

Ona squeaked, looking at you from her peripheral vision while ingrid swallowed a laugh, and your sister looked on confused at the young defenders' behaviour. You sighed before grabbing Ona's chin so she had no choice but to look at you.

"Miss batlle are you giving your physio a hard time."

"Soplona".

You rolled your eyes and chuckled along with the two older girls behind you before you gently reprimanded her for her behaviour, but it's obvious that ona hasn't heard a thing, her eyes looking softy at you. Smitten.

Realization of the brown eyed girl's behaviour finally hits your sister, and despite her protective nature, she can't help but smile. No one besides family had looked at you with such tenderness, and yes, her teammates have come to grow a certain protectivness over you as well, but the look on Ona's face was so much different.

Lucy quietly pulled ingrid away, allowing you to continue to gently chew Ona out while she just stared at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

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Another victory for barça and another celebration. The social light on Ona died a few hours ago, but she still refuses to leave the chosen bar for tonight's celebration in favour of people watching. Eyes immediately widen when they're in contact with you, chatting up a few girls she's never met before.

Ona didn't think it was possible for you to be any more beautiful, but here you are. The colourful bar lights didn't compare to the glow of your ocean blues. Your pleated skirt sat nicely on your fishnet covered thighs complimented by your cropped band shirt.

"You should go talk to her." Ona is off her seat by an inch at the new voice and places a hand on her chest to calm her racing heart while Lucy lets out an amused chuckle, earning a glare from the younger girl.

"But it's your sister, you would be uncomfortable. No?"

"I don't think there's anyone better suited for her, mi amiga."

With a pat on the back from Lucy, Ona made her way over to you and your friends. Rubbing both hands on her trousers nervously.

"Hola."

At the nervous greeting your group conversation ceased and your friends turned to the direction of the voice but your attention remained on your drink quite use to one of your friends being approached while you sat awkwardly in the background being thrown an sympathy smile from the patron.

You weren't in any way insecure about your looks in any means, but you just knew most prefer your friends over you, and you'd end up by your sister's side waiting until shes too drunk to function by the end of the night

Ona noted that she had everyone's attention except the one she wanted and scratched her head lighty and cleared her throat. "Y/n por favor?" The defender isn't sure what she's begging for, but the familiar voice got your attention along with the wrong idea.

"Oh, would you like me to leave?". Already making an effort to move with your drink. Ona violently shakes her head and gently grabs your wrist before guiding you to a vacant table.

"I want you please?"

To say you were shocked was an understatement. You harboured feelings for the defender, but given how close she was to Lucy, you just figured maybe you didn't have a shot. You may not be insecure, but you couldn't help but sell yourself shory standing in line with your sister.

"Por favor, Amor, one chance?". Ona pleads searching for your eyes when you insist on avoiding her eyes, the young brunette grabbed your chin like you did before and smiled softly, admiring every aspect of your face causing you to go shy attempting to avoid her gaze again.

Having none of it, though she grabbed your cheek in her palms to keep you from turning away. "Can I have you? Please?".

"Bold aren't we batlle"

"Si." You almost laugh at Ona's look of determination. Though flattered as no one has ever held that look in Ona's eyes or tried this hard to (claim)take you out. So you can't help but give in.

"Yes you can have me batlle"

You didn't think it was possible for Ona's smile to get wider, but it did, and she took you into her arms before squeezing you gently, completely melting into you

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An: did you notice I'm terrible at naming/ending fics?

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wosowrites · 1 year

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WOSO MASTERLIST

-Leah Williamson

Legacy’s Daughter

International Break

I’ll Take Care Of You

Hot Tub Tease Part 1

Hot Tub Tease Part 2

Hot Tub Tease Part 3

Under the Surface

Starting a New Streak

Clothing Swap

Stop the Teasing but don’t Stop

-Jessie Fleming

I can be your New Home Part 1

I can be your New Home Part 2

I can be your New Home Part 3

Winter Olympian

All Tatted Up Part 1

All Tatted Up Part 2

Running out of Time

Are You Jealous?

Canadian Wonders

Media Day

Our Story

Goalkeeper

They’re gone now

Kissing Strangers

In Front of the Camera

In Front of the Camera part 2

In the End

Against All Odds

For Her Safety

Moose

-Jill Roord

Mama & Mommy

One Shot

The Two Roord’s

-Mapi León

The Girl in the Bleachers

New Fear Unlocked

Collision Madness

-Vivianne Miedema

Always Here

They Know

Sick for you

-Alexia Putellas

The Jacket

Award Night

Mama Putellas

One Time Won’t Hurt

-Guro Reiten

Us Always

I Had To

Into the Closet

-Jordan Nobbs

Loosing Control

Back with Her

Miles Difference

-Kristie Mewis

The Confidence she Needed

Soft for Her

-Katie Mccabe

Her Clumsy Girl

Yellow Card Madness

Kids and Katie

-Sam Kerr

Not so Champs

Even Protectors Break Down

-Ona Batlle

Comfort Spaniard

Tattoo Tour

Don’t Let Me Go

Good Girl

-Lauren Hemp

Soft for Her

-Erin Cuthbert

Saving the Game

-Niamh Charles

Smitten for you

-Caroline Graham Hansen

Going Through It

Going Through It Part 2

-Entire Teams

Cool Heart, Hot Headed (Lionesses)

Sleeper (Man United)

-Patri Guijarro

Greece and Wives

-Gio Queiroz

Little Does He Know

-Alessia Russo

Sun Through the Curtains

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marvelousthoughts · 10 months

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Y/n: "You know, how to write Barcelona right?"

Alexia: "Ofcourse"

Y/n: "So you also know you need ona at the end?"

Alexia: "Yes..."

Y/n: "And look at this, here is the Ona"

*Y/n pulling Ona from behind the door*

Ona and y/n: "BarcelONAAAA"

Alexia: "Why did you ask y/n to make a welcome for you?"

Alexia: "Never do that again"

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woso-fan91 · 4 months

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Christmas Miracle

Ona Batlle x reader

Ona and R are dating long distance and decided to celebrate Christmas with their respective familys but a strike of fate may alter those plans.

It‘s my first English fic and English is not my first language so please be nice.

Ona and Y/n met while Ona was playing for United and Y/n was on a vacation in Manchester. The Spaniard was smitten from the start and during Y/n‘s time in England they grew closer and fell in love.

They called each other everyday and texted whenever they had time and it became slightly harder when Ona returned to Barcelona and Y/n stayed in Germany where she lived. But their love for eachother was strong and now they were dating for two years. Y/n tried to tell her family and friends, that she was dating the Spanish footballer but they didn’t believe her, so she didn’t exactly bother to correct them anymore. Because of Onas hectic scedule and Y/n work, they decided that they had to celebrate Christmas apart again but Y/n was still very much smitten with the defender and vice versa.

Novembre 2023

After the dominant victory over Sevilla Ona and her teammates were in a bar for a couple of celebratory drinks when Salma nudged her gently: „Chica, your phone is going crazy.“ Surprised Ona took out her phone and the caller ID showed Y/n and herself smiling happily in the camera. Quickly she excused herself from the girls and answered the phone with a bright smile: „Hola hermosa.“

„Hola bebe“ came Y/n‘s voice from the other end and right away Ona felt something was very wrong: „What‘s the matter cariño?“ She heard shuffling from the other end and y/n‘s broken voice: „My dad…he‘s dead. He… he‘s gone Onita.“ Ona‘s heart broke hearing her girlfriend so sad and she decided to step outside: „Oh cariño, I‘m so sorry. I‘m checking the next flights to you, okay?“ „No!“ came Y/n‘s reply almost instantly: „You don‘t have to come Ona. You have important matches coming up and I couldn‘t ask for you to give them up for me…“ Ona looked surprised to the busteling street of Barcelona: „You don’t want me to come?“ Y/n sighed „Of course I want you here Ona, but those are important games and my dad loved watching you play so you would honour him by playing for him. Can you do that bebita? I just wanted to hear your voice and wanted to tell you that I love you.“ „I love you too cariño, very much so and I will play every game for him, I promise. What about Christmas though? Want me to come then?“ answered Ona playing with the promise ring y/n gave her the last time they saw each other face to face. Y/n sighed „You were so happy to celebrate your first Christmas back in Spain with your family bebe. I do not want to stand in the way of that. Your family is thrilled to have you back. Celebrate with them and we‘ll see each other in January like we planned. I would only destroy your mood because I know I will not celebrate Christmas this year.“ With a heavy heart Ona accepted Y/n‘s answer for now vowing to plan a trip to her girl, even if it will only be a day.

Christmas eve

Y/n, her mom and her brother with his wife were having dinner and Y/n was very much done with the day and this dinner. Ona was radio silent the whole day and Y/n missed her girlfriend very much. Her sister in law looked over: „What‘s gotten you so mopey?“ Y/n shrugged her shoulders and toyed with her drink lying smoothly: „Just tired and a migraine coming up.“ She looked symphatic when suddenly the doorbell rang. Surprised Y/n looked over to her mom: „Erwartest du noch wen Mama?“ („Were you expecting someone mom?“) She shook her head no and yYn opened the door only to let out a surprised squeal when she saw her girlfriend infront of her: „Bebe!“ Ona smiled shyly bundled up in a thick jacket which Y/n recognized as her own: „Hola mi vida.“ Y/n barreled in her girlfriends arms and buried her face in the defenders neck. With a content hum Ona wrapped her strong arms around her girlfriend and pressed a gentle kiss to Y/n‘s temple „Merry Christmas cariño.“

Y/n‘s family came to check on the commotion and found Y/n in the arms of a brunette girl who held her in her arms and kissed her lovingly. Clearing his throat Y/n’s brother asked: „Who‘s that Y/n?“ Y/n was put back down to earth by Ona but she wrapped her arm protectivly around Y/n‘s waist as she answered happily: „I‘m Ona. Y/n‘s girlfriend of two years.“ Curling closer against Ona Y/n smirked: „The girlfriend you guys didn’t believe that existed.“ Her brother and sister in law looked gobsmacked while her mom looked happy: „That’s why you told Dad and me not to worry about you.“ Y/n nodded and pulled Ona over: „Mom, Ona. Ona, my mom.“ Ona handed Y/n‘s mother the flowers she bought: It‘s a pleasure to finally meet you Misses y/l/n.“ She took them with a kind smile: „It‘s nice to meet you too Ona and please call me y/m/n.“ Ona smiled: „Very kind of you. And I‘m so sorry for your loss.“ „Thank you. Please come in. Do you want anything to drink or are you hungry?“ Ona smiled „A little bit. I only had a quick breakfast before jumping on the plane here.“ Y/n turned in Ona‘s arms and kissed her lovingly: „Thank you for coming. I love you.“ Ona kissey y/n back just as lovingly: „There is nowhere else I‘d rather be cariño. Mami and Papi send their regards and want to see you when you‘re in Spain.“ Happily Y/n nodded and made a plate for Ona to eat while the rest sat back down.

Placing the plate infront of the defender Y/n went to sit next to Ona but she pulled Y/n on her lap where she happily cuddled closer to Ona and stayed for the rest of the evening.

The next day Y/n, Ona and Y/m/n entered the cementary walking to the grave of Y/n‘s dad.

Ona held Y/n‘s hand and held a single rose in the other. She carefully placed said rose on the gravestone and began talking: „Hello Mister Y/l/n. I‘m Ona Batlle and I‘m your daughters girlfriend. I apologize that I wasn’t able to attend your funeral to pay my respect then but your daughter was pretty adement that I play the Champions League game and asked me to play those games in your honour which I do by the way. I hope I‘m able to make you proud. You have raised an exceptional daughter which I love with my whole heart and I intend to marry your daughter one day. I hope that I will have your blessing for that. I promise I‘ll treat her like a princess and love her for infinity.“ Just as Ona finished talking to the grave the sun broke through the clouds and the single sunbeam hit her straight in the face which made the Spaniard smile: „Gracias Mister Y/l/n I won‘t disappoint you. Merry Christmas.“ Turning around to face her girlfriend who had tears glistening in her eyes: „Merry Christmas cariño. I know you didn’t want to celebrate but I knew you needed me here. It was a gut geeling“ Y/n nodded smiling slightly: „Si bebe, I needed you. Merry Christmas.“ As they shared a sweet kiss infront of the grave, the sun shone warmly at the couple and Y/n smiled at the sky: „Merry Christmas Dad. Thank you for my Christmas Miracle. I love you.“

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eimids · 5 months

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Weddings and heartbreaks

Warnings: Angst, sad stuff but like who doesn't love that

Lucy Bronze x Ona Battle, Lucy x reader before

Quick blurb.

"I do" Lucy said smiling to her bride. There was tears in her eyes and she seemed genuinely happy.

"I declare you as wife and wife! You may kiss the bride" The officiant announced and everyone cheered. You watched as Lucy kissed Ona passionately. Just like she had done with you a while before.

Lucy was finally happy with someone and you were happy for her. It just hurt that the someone wasn't you.

Lucy looked at you at one point. There were tears in both of your eyes. Lucy thought that they were happy tears but they were so much more. You had many great years with Lucy. One day she just fell out of love. You told her that you understood but that day your heart broke into million little peaces.

You had thought that Lucy was your endgame. You thought that one day you would get married and live happily ever after but that was too much to ask. You didn't see it coming when Lucy wanted to talk to you. It was the worst day of your life and you never got over Lucia.

The ceremony quickly changed into a party and drinks were shared and many dances danced. Everyone was happy expect for you. You were miserable. You had to watch the love of your life be happy with someone else. You tried to seem normal as you held a conversation with your best friend Alexia but she saw right through you.

"What's going on?" Alexia straight up asked.

"Nothing. What do you mean?" You tried to deny.

"I know you still have feelings for her y/n" She said back to you. Not believing your lies. You moved away from the dance floor to sit in a chair. Alexia came sitting next to you.

"I don't just like her Ale. I fucking love her and will never stop loving her" You whispered trying so hard not to cry. "I'm happy for her but it's just hurts too much to see her with another woman who is everything I couldn't be. Ona is amazing and they are perfect together but I still wish that it would be me" You continued. You couldn't fight the tears anymore.

Ale hugged you as you cried to her. She knew you needed someone to listen and not judge and she wanted to be that person. After You calmed down a bit you continued talking.

"I've decided to leave Barca and go to Arsenal." You confessed to the captain. Ale looked shocked.

"Y/n you don't have to do that. The team is so much better with you in it. I'm better with you here." Ale said with a sad tone.

"But I do have to do that. I can't watch those two be the perfect happy couple. I just can't do that right now. It will be better for all of us"

"Please just think about this for a little while longer y/n" Alexia pleaded.

"The transfer is already done. I have made my decision already and I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. Maybe in couple of years I will be back but right now this is what I have to do"

"I understand that. But please promise me that we will stay in contact. And you'll come and visit me often. I can't do life without you" Ale said with now tears in her eyes.

"Of course Ale, you are my best friend and you are not getting rid of me that easily" You laughed a little. You stayed with Ale for a while before continuing to the party.

"What the fuck y/n" Lucy yelled to the phone.

"What are you talking about?" You tried to act clueless but knew exactly what she was talking about.

"You know what I'm talking about y/n. You are going to Arsenal??" She continued angrily.

"Yes Lucia. I'm going to Arsenal and I'm sorry you had to find out this way. I was going to tell you I promise" You tried.

"Y/n I thought we were still friends. Aren't friends supposed to talk about this kind of stuff. You can't just leave. I don't want you to go" Lucy said. You could hear the hurt in her voice.

"It's not about what you want Lucy. I still love you okay and for some reason you don't seem to notice that. And I'm so happy that you finally have the life you have always wanted but I can't help the fact that I'm heartbroken that it's not with me. I love you Lucia and I just need to get away from all of this"

That's all you said before ending the call.

You had fell in love with the wrong person.

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Angst <3

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nytb · 1 year

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Game Night

Manchester United got on the right food from the get-go, having brought in reinforcements, they were well covered on all lines. The Spanish links were strong, Y/N Y/L/N and Lucia Garcia had fun up front while Ona Batlle joined from time to time on the attack. For Halloween, Ella Toone decided that a good old Game Night was long overdue.

"9PM, my place" the Brit declared in the locker room. Her teammates looked confused, rightly so "Tooney, have you fallen on your head again?" Ona mocked her teammate. Lucia joined the conversation "Game night?" she asked "Like monopoly or PS4" she scrambled from her little English vocabulary making the players laugh. "Console" Toone replied within her laughter "But make it Halloween" she added requesting her guests to show up with costumes on "I have-" you started to form an excuse to not attend the evening but were interrupted by an excited On "Noooooo" she begged "Please come" she added receiving an empty look from you "PLEEEEASE" she pleaded further. "Fine-" you replied "Tooney send me the adress" you requested "I will run some errands but I should be there by 10" you added as you left the locker room. Alessia, your flatmate, and the person you usually rode to training with ran after you "Waaait" she said grabbing you by the shoulder "I'm getting a ride right?" she asked "Like usual" you laughed.

In the locker room, some of the players gossiped about your possible relationship "Those two seem to be hanging out often no?" Maya asked the group, getting some strange looks from some of them. "Yeah-" Lucia answered "They're uhh..." she thought "friends" the attacker added. Nikita, who was close with Russo joked "Yup, they're friends allright" clearly implying that there was something going on with the flatmates. Some of them kept gossiping, but when Toone saw how sad Ona got by the conversation, she sat beside the fullback.

"You ok?" she asked quietly so nobody would pick up on their chatter "Oh- I'm fine" Ona replied slightly startled "Thinking about what I'm going to dress up as" she lied. "Mhm" Toone mumbled "So that face has nothing to do with the gossip?" she asked, already knowing the answer "I'm pretty sure there is nothing going on between them" she added. Ona, shocked at how much her teammate knew, asked "How would you know?" getting a reply from a mere gesture.

Toone pointed at Earps "If they were a thing, she would know about it" she stated "Have you noticed how quiet she is right now?" the midfielder continued. Parris saw the two of them talking, and decided to join "I'm joking by the way" she whispered "I could help you shoot your shot ya know" the forward suggested getting an instant reply from Toone "Yup, tonight we will wingwoman you" she added, not taking no for an answer "Dress as a hot cop" Parris suggested "We will do the rest" grabbing Toone away so they could plot their game plan.

Most of the players made it to the game night, Y/N and Russo being the last ones to arrive. "We're here" you burst through the door that was left open "And we brought booze" Russo cheared setting a beer case down on Toone's counter.

Ona was sitting on the couch next to Parris, playing some shooter game, getting a nudge on the shoulder from the forward "Imma go", the defender grabbed onto Parris's arm like her life depended on it "Don't leave me alone" she pleaded, the forward winked "I'm just making room for the protagonist" she replied calling you over "It's your turn to keep the Spaniard occupied". The opportunity got you smiling "Gladly" you replied grabbing the controller away from the forward's hands. "So what are we playing?" you asked Ona getting right into the game.

Thankfully, Ona had a successful career and her livelihood didn't depend on her gaming skills "Oh you're bad" you mocked the fullbacks abilities, getting a slight punch on the shoulder as an answer "I'm glad you're not a boxer either" you mocked the Spaniard strength "You're mean" she complained, you decided to flirt "and you like it"

The both of you kept making fun of each other during the night as you helped Ona in the game, teaching her how to win and all. Something that would come in handy for the tournament the players would have later on.

Toone announced the start of said tournament, making the teams as she pleased "I wanted to be with Y/N" Ona complained "She's too good at the game" the midfielder replied "But I'll allow her to be your coach", clearly that was part of her wingwoman duties.

As the tournament went on, Ona stuck on you, getting as many instructions as possible, celebrating every kill with you. Ona's team got to the final, it was her and Le Tissier against Galton and Russo. "Roommate alliance" Alessia stated, hoping you would have mercy and abandon Ona's team "Nope, she got to the final" you replied "She is winning it now" you were confident in what you had taught Ona "Way to put pressure on the girl" Galton replied hoping she could intimidate the Spaniard. "Shut it" you laughed as the players got ready for the final match.

Le Tissier, who was on her last life, stuck around Ona, hoping she would get some instructions from you, but those were only for Ona "Go that way" you instructed the fullback, allowing her to sneak behind their opponents and shoot them dead. "One more" Ona celebrated as she killed yet another character making you facepalm as you saw what she had done.

Realising that she was now alone, in game, against Galton and Russo, "She's dead" the Spaniard stated "I'm alone" she looked at you hopeless. You could only laugh at how lost Ona was, not understanding what was happening "Yeah-" you replied "You killed her" you laughed your ass off. Ona wasn't so pleased at the situation "2v1? It's not fair" she complained, to which Russo replied "You have Y/N, that isn't fair either".

"You can still pull this off" you motivated your trainee, getting closer to her, you whispered "Hand me the controller in a bit". In-game, Ona got closer to Galton's and Russo's characters, sneakily, she handed you the controller. In a matter of seconds, the game was won. Placing the controller on Ona's hands before anyone realised the swap, the fullback celebrated with you, jumping around in Toone's living-room, hand in hand.

"How were we meant to beat the dream team" Russo complained to which you replied "Sucks to suck" mocking her as you celebrated with your favourite Spaniard yelling dream team as you jumped around.

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