#misa final girl realness

[d3monicas]

death note if it was a slasher lol... smile, L

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[starrynights-sunnyskies]

mine to save ⋆*·ﾟmisa x reader

tension rises when you are tackled, right in front of misa’s nose. instead of yelling at her backline for getting them a penalty, misa is mad that her teammate has hurt her girlfriend.

Matches like these were both a blessing and a curse— for you’d finally have some time to see each other again after weeks of working for your designated clubs, but it also meant that one of you would be left disappointed with the results of the match. Still, to Misa, it was worth every defeat to see her favourite girl again in the flesh, preferably with the biggest grin on your face. That did not mean Misa would not give it her all while underneath the post for the entirety of the match, which was exactly why she needed no distractions. Misa never really had any problem to switch her focus on while stepping onto the field, and even if the sight of you running around near her was tempting to distract her, she still only had focus on the ball and the player making it move. She knew she had most of the next day to give you all the attention you deserved, but right now, that attention had to be focused elsewhere. That hadn’t stopped her from sneaking her usual mischievous grin your way when the two of you shook hands, though. The fact that it never failed to spur on some kind of blush on your face filled her with even more confidence. So as she ran up to her goal, she knew this was going to be a good day. Her girlfriend was in her line of sight, breathing the same air, and no longer only on her screen, the sun was out and she had a match to play, what could go wrong?

Well, she could lose said match, and she’d be pretty damn mad about it if she did, because she’d blame it on herself mostly, but she’d take the hit if that meant you would be sporting that big and beautiful grin of yours. Only, you weren't. Your bottom lip was curled inside and trapped beneath your teeth as your eyebrows were set in furious frustration. Misa would have found it adorable in any other situation, especially if she’d been the one to block your goal and then sent a wink your way, but the backline of Real Madrid just wouldn’t budge and let you through. Granted, that was their job. Misa was fine with that, if anything, it made her own job more easier and their win within reach, but she knew how frustrating a game could be when it did not go in your favour. That no matter the tactic that had been practised over and over, was not coming to fruition. It didn’t help that your team was mostly playing you long balls to surpass the midfield, leaving you standing isolated from the others and having to outwit Real’s defending wall by yourself. After the 39nth minute, Athenea’s shot hit the back of the net, heightening the stakes and the frustrations even more. It had become a physical match, consisting of shoves, tackles, pulls and harsh collisions. Just no cards yet, though that was waiting to happen next. It probably hadn’t happened yet because both teams could be equally blamed, and that would leave either team with little to no players left on the field.

Next, some through balls were intervened before they even reached you, and after glancing to the sidelines every so often and realising the coach had no plans of changing tactics yet, you balled your fists and disappeared off the pitch at halftime in lightning speed. 

This behaviour was not foreign to Misa, so she followed after her team to the locker room. Football was a passionate sport, one she could lose herself in in the same way you did, and you were a passionate player. It was one of the things she loved so deeply about you. Not that a lot of people knew, of course. She never really saw use in mixing work with pleasure and although, yes, dating a fellow futbolista was blurring those lines a bit, she would never give her girlfriend special treatment when on the pitch.

“Looks like she’s been missing you like crazy, the way she’s been bullying us to get to you.” Olga glanced at her, playfully raising an eyebrow, knowing of the couple.

“More like you're bullying her,” Misa raised her eyebrow in return, challenging her, but the grin on her face mirrored her lightheartedness.

“I’m not going to take it easy on her, if that’s what you mean.”

“She’s just another player on the pitch for me. Can’t have my career jeopardised because I froze on purpose to let my girlfriend score against me.”

“Ice cold, you are,” Olga laughed, “But that’s only if they get through us. We’re holding up well so far.”

Misa hummed while taking a sip from her bottle. She wiped her chin dry, “Hm, thank you for that. I’d rather you deny her a goal. I do not want to sleep on the couch tonight if I end up stopping their first attempt.”

Olga rolled her eyes, “That’s not going to happen and you know it.”

“Best to be safe.” 

“I mean, she does seem scary. The way she growled when she got smacked down or shoved against us! Girl has attitude.” Raso piped up from beside them, having heard bits from their conversation, “Just a bit, though…” She quickly added when she noticed Misa’s stare. 

But to Misa, passion was passion. And as much passion and love you had for the game, you also had in multitude for her. The goalie suddenly turned chipper, her expression brightening as she stood up to get back on the field.

“I know. Isn’t she the best?”

As the whistle blew again, Misa noticed the fury had only barely left your body— your shoulders still held tension and your gaze still spat fire. The sight shouldn’t have worked her up the way it had, but she couldn’t help it. There was something extremely alluring and, dare she say it- incredibly hot -  knowing that you had this side to you as well, in stark contrast to your usual soft and giddy demeanour off the pitch. It was normally the other way around, with her being the fiery one. She loved whenever you got like this. When you would fight, not flee. Whenever your looks could kill, albeit unknowingly. Misa had only seen it a handful of times before and each time it had left her feeling primal. But this was not the time to let that feeling take over. She was at work, there were eyes on her, and she’d already been tagged in the occasional post that suggested the two of you were a couple. It wasn’t like she was ashamed of herself or her relationship, no, quite the opposite. But Misa was protective over the small pink cloud she’d been on ever since being with you and, to be completely honest, she was too greedy and wanted no one to be let in on their love. It was all yours and yours only. Misa had never really been like that before. Granted, this was her first serious relationship, and if it were up to her, also her last.  Still, she could tell that this was special, nothing ordinary. The real deal. She was protective and dominate in the sense that her hand would always hover on your lower back, she'd hand you her jacket or have a bag with snacks and other necessities at the ready for you. She’d always drive the car and open a door or sent a nasty glare towards anyone making you uncomfortable. Since day one, she had promised herself to make life the best it could be for her girlfriend. She’d picked up on your tells, knew what you liked and hated simply by reading your face. She could tell when you needed her, or when you needed some space. Communication was hardly ever needed when Misa always already seemed to know what you thought or felt. It surprised you, at first, how considerate and caring she was. It also embarrassed you for ever thinking the girl didn't have it in her. In your defence, that side had only come out when the two of you had gotten closer. You'd quickly understood that Misa was a guarded person when it came to letting someone in further than surface level, and that made the roar of pride and love you held for her burn at the realisation that she'd let you in. Waters run deep, and Misa had been the deepest damn part of the ocean at first, but here you were now. You were hers, and she was yours.

Misa never really thought too much about it like that. She just loved you more than she ever knew she could love someone. It was a simple fact, not something she pulled apart to examine. She treated you like a princess, simply because that was exactly what you deserved. Treating you to the best of her capabilities wasn't even a chore. She loved it all. It had even been an ongoing joke within your shared group of friends that Misa mirrored the behaviour of that of a lion and her cubs, but that was just the way Misa was when in love. Fiercely protective, incredibly loyal and with an abundance of love and adoration to give to those she cared for. And just to your luck, there was only one name her heart was chanting over and over again. It was admirable, endearing even, that someone could love so hard. It had only ever gotten her in trouble once, when you had tagged along to a club with Misa’s national team friends and a guy had cornered you on your to the restroom. It had ended the night abruptly with a calm but firm warning to leave the club, but it had also kept you out of harms way. A fair deal, if you asked her. 

It was evident right from the start that your team had changed things up. The formation had changed, for starters. The gap between midfield and you had closed up and the defence seemed to stay behind more, guarding the wings. No more long balls, but quick-fire attacking play. With Real’s change to press more on the attack during this half, it left spaces between defending players large enough for the opposing team to work around. Misa’s voice bellowed across the field as she warned her backline to fall back, having seen through the next attack. They quickly did, and so your team retaliated a bit, passing and playing to find open spaces or to lure the defence out. A bad pass and Real was at play again, pushing forward and closing spaces to prevent a counter. But you hovered around, eyes squinted and focused on the ball and the placement of your teammates. You were closing in on Real Madrid, just as you’d practised. It was a surprise intercepted tackle that left Raso without the ball, looking backwards to see how it had gone back into play.

On her side of the pitch, with a little more overview, Misa saw before the rest how you ran in line with the ball flying through the air— eyes focused on it like a hawk to try and not fuck this up by being too eager and thus running off-side.

“Oye!” Misa yelled at her backline, who caught on just as quickly. She watched as your form neared and Misa tried to anticipate how to block out the goal. She was used to running out and taking the ball out of play the ballsy way, but also knew that you were unpredictable thanks to your broad skillset. If she ran out, she wouldn’t put it past you to not cheekily chip it over her head before she had a chance. If she stayed on the line, she knew that you’d just sent the ball flying into the far outer corner, just out of her reach. If she waited a little longer to try and use her gift to read you so effortlessly during football as well, then maybe the momentum would already be gone.

Then she saw it. Even if it was only the slightest inclination to your next movement, Misa knew— you were going to shoot it in the far corner, having felt the defenders of Real Madrid closely behind you and knowing they would not let you get any step closer to the goal if you didn’t act soon. Misa shuffled to the right side, anticipating your shot when she saw Olga appear behind you. She heard the thump of your body dropping against the ground like a bag of sand, the grunt that left your throat and the crowd that went haywire as you came to a nasty fall in the penalty box. The ref immediately ran over, the red card dooming high above Olga’s face. But that wasn’t the only red thing on the pitch.

Misa saw red. Seethed. Glared. Grind her teeth together and locked her jaw. Olga listened to the ref, while you were still on your stomach, turning your hands to see the burn marks of your fall and slowly pushing yourself up on your knees. A blur of bright green approached you in a flash and a large glove was protectively placed on your shoulder.

“I’m okay, only some burns.” You immediately reassured, having seen the painfully worried look on Misa’s face. She hated whenever you were hurt or sad, and if you didn't know any better, you'd say she'd usually feel just as sad or hurt whenever you did. If only such a thing was possible, you knew Misa would always swap places with you so you didn't have to feel it. She looked into your eyes to find the confirmation, her gaze soft and caring, until it hardened again when she looked back up at hearing the squabble happening behind you. She gave you a curt nod as she carefully helped you back to your feet. You shook out your limbs a bit and dusted the grass of your kit when that same flash of neon green whizzed by you in your peripheral. She put herself right within the circle of arguing players and the referee. But where other Real players where trying to get the ref on their side, Misa immediately turned to Olga, joining your teammates. 

“What was that?! Was that necessary?”

Olga, surprised at the sudden turn of conversation, took in Misa’s intimidating form looming over her. 

“That was mine to save, not yours.” Misa continued.

It was painfully clear that Misa's outburst was about the tackle with the amount of passion she spat her words and how she’d checked up on you earlier, not the penalty it had bestowed against her team. 

Olga put up her hands, knowing there was no calming Misa down right now. Not when she was in game-mode and, hells, not when she'd just hurt her girlfriend.

“Easy, alright, I’m sorry. I miscalculated.”

“Yeah, you did,” Misa felt the ref’s hand push her back, heard the warnings of getting a card, then another set of hands, Raso, who gently pulled her back, before a more familiar touch gently held onto her underarm. 

“It’s okay, shake it off, I’m okay.” She heard from behind her, your thumb grazing over her tattoos. Posing as a barrier, she stood in front of you, one of her gloved hands behind, careful to keep you there, watching with squinted eyes as the group of players dispersed when the ref blew the whistle and pointed to the penalty spot. 

“I’m not taking it,” She heard you say and she immediately whipped around. 

She knew you were only saying so as to not put Misa in even more of a mental predicament, but she didn’t want you tapping out of what could be an opportunity to put another goal behind your name.

“Que?! No, you were done wrong, so you’re taking it.” Immediately back into focus, she walked to the line, looking everywhere except at you, not wanting to heighten your nerves. Perhaps she’d been a little too harsh, but there were still eyes on her and she didn’t want to give anyone watching even more to gossip about— she’d simply make it up to you later. After all, on the pitch, you were just any other football player to her… even if she’d just yelled at her own teammate for taking you down, and not even for the right reasons. 

Adrenaline coursed through her veins. She reached her arms up, bounced on her toes and then clenched and unclenched her hands into fists. She was ready. But were you? Finally, she had to avert her eyes to you. Your chest expanded with the big breath you took, digging the points of your cleats into the grass to get more grip in your shoe. Four steps back. Hands beside your hips. Pulling your jersey down. Adjusting your right sock. Misa knew this by heart, even if she’d only ever had you in front of her goal for penalties during training on your time off together.

The shrill sound of the whistle rang across the pitch. 

She could practically see the strength amping up in your legs on your run to the ball. Your left hip was slightly off, the weight in your body more to the right and as you leaned back, even ever so slightly, she knew you were going for the far right corner, perhaps the same thing you'd had in mind before you had been taken down. You knew she'd know this, maybe you were trying to not give yourself the advantage over her by doing this, but Misa was not going to sit back and let it soar in.

Misa jumped, reached out, her fingertips grazing the ball before it hit the lower side of the bar and hit the net after an echoing clink. The crowd went haywire again, this time for a more positive outcome. 

Misa took the loss in stride and watched as you took your win in quite a similar way. Then, as everyone went back to their positions, she couldn’t help but have to bite back a cheeky grin— she’d almost gotten in trouble for you again, but once more, it had been a fair exchange for your happiness. 

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© 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆, 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘆.🖤

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso one shot #misa rodriguez x reader #misa rodriguez one shot

[sporadicbeans82]

Playing Games || Misa Rodríguez

Request: “Misa.; 'Aww, is something wrong?'; Make it spicy plz.”

Warnings: Smutty, swearing, grinding, enemies to lovers with a bit of queer pining to top it all off (hehe, top... which the Reader is not, get it?)

Word count: 4.2k words

A/N: So sorry, I accidentally deleted the request! I loved writing this and got a little carried away. I hope that this is alright! Please feel free to send anymore requests as I've got no idea what to write next, preferably little prompts so that I can get back into writing :)

The pressure and frustration was mounting with every second that ticked by. You’d been forced to practice penalties and had been doing so for the last half hour. With each penalty that went by, you yearned to cry out to the world that you quit football and were going to become an accountant. 

The majority of your balls sank into the net as they were supposed to. However, the only shots you could pay attention to were the ones that sailed just wide of the goalposts, or clanged against metal in a way that had you cringing. Even worse, when the goalkeeper who you despised would save them, getting up from the save to gloat with a smirk that you wanted oh-so-badly to smack off of her incredibly attractive, self-righteous face. 

“Oh are you fucking kidding me?!” You couldn’t help but cry out as the Real Madrid Keeper dove to the correct side, both hands outstretched to block the ball. You sighed, arms falling down at your sides as Misa stood back up, smirking at you.

You fucking hated that smirk. So much. The other girl made even the simple act of rolling the ball back towards you to kick again look cocky.

Usually, you would have been able to keep your comments to yourself. However, the specific events that had led up to you practicing more penalty kicks than you could have counted had already aggravated you. You’d been the only one to miss your penalty in your last match, causing your team to lose. 

You’d been devastated, and so had your teammates. Of course, everyone knew that the game was won as a team, but that didn’t make it any easier when you were the final decision maker. It had all fallen onto you, and when the pressure had mounted, you had failed. You’d since been condemned to practicing penalties until you could make a certain amount without having them all blocked by Misa. 

You’d been at it for what felt like hours, kicking the ball again and again at the net. The cursed goalkeeper herself was having one hell of a time blocking your shots at one moment and teasing you in the next. It was hot and your nerves felt like they were melting beneath your skin. 

You were pissed off, but managed to muffle your words so that you didn’t shout your insults into the skies for all to hear.

Instead, you murmured to yourself, hoping the way you grumbled wouldn’t be heard by the rest of your teammates, the majority of whom did not speak the language well enough to translate your quiet, quick complaints. 

It would have worked, had you not had a certain Australian right behind you. 

“What was that, Stripes?” You heard Hailey Raso say, and froze before you turned around slowly. 

You knew Raso wasn’t keen on keeping your secret, the glimmer in her eye one of utter fuckery as she smiled a little bit. “Would you like to share with the group? Secrets, secrets are no fun…” 

Raso chastised, speaking louder than normal and catching the attention of the particular goalkeeper who you’d just called some choice names beneath your breath. Misa cocked her head to the side, and you tried arduously not to blush at the sudden attention on you.

“Why did we stop?” Misa called out to the two of you, her gaze solely on you despite addressing both you and Raso. She was stepping closer, almost pushing the point where she was too close for comfort. 

Not that you were uncomfortable, but it was hard to remain professional when the girl who’d been a pain in your ass for the month that you’d been in Madrid was standing so close and looking, admittedly… very attractive. You hated to admit it, but even at her most frustrating you couldn’t decide whether you wanted to slap Misa or kiss her. 

In your distraction, you didn’t notice that your teammates were waiting for you to speak. Raso smirked again, watching as you stared dazedly at Misa, quite obviously zoned out. Misa cocked her head to the side again, mouth curving a little bit as she observed you.

The entirety of the Real Madrid team could see the tension between you and Misa, although they weren’t quite sure what it was…

Your first match with the team, several months ago, had been the first time you’d argued with Misa. Your team had won, but it had been very close with a team that you should have blown out of the water. You shouldn’t have been tied with one point each going into three minutes of injury time. You should have been up by four goals, and one of those goals should have been your own. 

You hadn’t been able to score, despite your many attempts at goal. Your failure to complete what you’d been brought on the team to do had made you frustrated. 

After the game, in the locker room, Misa had made some comment about how you should have scored at least once. It was stupid, and meant as a joke. The team had won, and that was all that mattered. Perhaps, you would have laughed it off, if the game hadn’t been so close and it hadn’t been your first one with the team. Your expectations had been high of yourself, and your failure to meet them had you feeling incredibly angry. 

The comment had been poorly timed, brought up in the heat of the moment. Misa was like that, sometimes rough around the edges– blunt and funny. She thought that you would laugh off the joke, but you hadn’t. Misa hadn’t expected you to take it quite as you had. 

You’d pushed her in the chest with both hands, speaking loudly and strongly– almost so fast that she lost the meaning to your angry sentences. She did, however, manage to catch one sentence in particular– “Me?! Me– I should have scored? Maybe you should have fucking saved a ball, yeah?”

You’d been tugged away by another recent transfer in Hayley Raso, while Misa had been comforted by Olga Carmona. Your teammates had hoped that that would be the end of your issues with each other, but it had only been the beginning. 

Since that day, you and Misa had quick, fiery arguments at least once or twice a day. Once in a while, it would turn to full-blown shouting matches, although the two of you never physically pushed the other again. 

It wasn’t professional, and you were fully aware of that. In fact, you were pretty sure you were due for a dressing down sometime soon for your behaviors, but you couldn’t just… not argue with Misa. When she said something, you had to oppose it– Misa would go left, and you would go right. Misa could say that the day was cold, and you’d argue that it was warm (and it was! You were from The United States, for fuck’s sake. Spain had nothing on the temperatures there!)

You two had been at odds with each other for so long that a regular relationship felt… unattainable, now. Besides, Misa was… very gorgeous when she was angry. Her cheeks would get red, and her face would pout while her muscles flexed, her entire body put into the words she would shout at you. 

Maybe you argued with her because it was the only way you knew to get her attention, but that's besides the point. 

You were brought back to the present as Raso spoke for you, seemingly egging you on with her accented words, “Oh, Stripes just had a few… choice words for you, Misa.” 

Stripes. Your nickname, usually one that drove you crazy, as it came from the fact that you were the only American on the team. It wasn’t even that creative, but the name was, admittedly, growing on you. Besides, there were worse things to be called, namely some of the things that came from Misa’s mouth. 

Raso seemed to trail off, and you finally managed to break away from the goalkeeper’s intense gaze to glare at the Australian. Raso just grinned, but your gaze was broken once again as someone reached out and placed a firm hand on your shoulder. 

Misa had noticed how angry you’d been getting throughout the training session. She wasn’t ashamed to admit that she was much of the reason for your frustration, having been antagonizing you for the better part of the penalties you’d been taking. Your lips were puckered into a frown and your eyes were narrowed at the Spanish goalkeeper. Unable to contain herself, Misa gave you a wolfish grin.

“Aww, is something wrong?” She knew full well that something was the matter. Her accented voice lilting over the words in a way that she knew  would piss you off. “Qué dijiste? What did you say? Secrets… are not fun.” 

Misa couldn’t help it, prodding at you further as you practically melted under the feeling of her hand on your shoulder. You didn’t know why the contact had set you off, and perhaps it was because you wanted to let off the steam that you’d been holding onto ever since your last match.

You slapped Misa's hand harshly, admittedly probably a little harder than you’d actually intended as the noise seemed to echo in your ears. Misa hissed, taking her hand off of you immediately and stepping back, calling you a choice name of her own.

“¿Por que? What is your problem conmigo?” Misa assaulted you with a battering of broken English, and you were able to fill in the blanks quite well with your own spatter of broken Spanish. Honestly, your arguments may have been even more effective than the lessons you had to take three times a week with a trained specialist. 

“Contigo? My problem? No. La pregunta es ‘what the fuck is your problem conmigo’, Misa. I don’t remember ever having done anything to you, and yet all you can do is shout and grunt and be rude all the damn time. It’s a wonder anybody on this team likes you when all you do is complain about our performances 24/7!” 

You were mocking her, now, stepping forward into the girl’s personal space until you were nearly chest to chest. Despite having to look up at the woman, you weren’t intimidated. You’d always been somewhat of a spitfire, acquiring a number of yellow cards on the field for dissent. You weren’t afraid to make your opinions known, and to be loud about them, as it was how you were raised. 

Misa didn’t back up from your challenge. Instead, she seemed to step into it, glaring down at you as she barked at you in rapid fire Spanish. You only understood the swear words, as they were the ones that you’d been taught by a very cheeky Linda Caicedo only a day after you’d met her. 

The good thing about knowing these swear words, however, was that you could throw them right back at the Spanish goalkeeper. 

Soon enough, the two of you were shouting at each other even more. As always, most of Misa’s words were lost somewhere in translation. It didn’t matter, though. Her tone and the way at which she gestured her arms up and down, the exasperated and harsh expression on her face conveying so much more than words ever could.

You told yourself, at least, that you didn’t care. You didn’t notice the way that her brown eyes narrowed. You pretended like you weren’t watching her hands struggling to free themselves of her keeper’s gloves as she continued to shout at you, pressing ever closer to the point where your chests were brushing. 

You pretended like the heat rising to your face was out of anger, not out of… something else. 

You raised your hands to shove her away, but she didn’t bat an eye, once again stepping into the physical challenge. She barely stumbled, pressing back at you.

“Cuál es tu problema?! Joder-” You knew this one, and shoved at her again. You knew that this entire thing was incredibly immature, that your teammates were observing possibly the most ferocious and childish fight that the two of you had had since you’d signed for the team. 

But you couldn’t bring it upon yourself to care. You were pissed off beyond comprehension, the long standing feud between you and the goalkeeper seemingly having pushed you far past your normal amount of anger. On top of that, you were hot and sweaty from being forced to kick penalties because you’d failed and you’d failed so badly that it had cost your team the match. 

Misa was screaming at you, and you could hear someone blowing their whistle, and you presumed it was a coach or someone on the training staff. However, before someone could wrap their arms around your upper arms and tug you away from the argument, you were spinning around.

Incredibly overwhelmed, you sprinted away from the scene with a cry of frustration. Before anybody could stop you, you were making your way towards the locker rooms, almost beyond the point of needing a break. 

You were gone before Misa could finish her next sentence. The keeper hesitated, taking a look around, before she made a move to run after you.

“Misa- espera.” She heard one of her teammates say, their voice whispering past her ear. However, she was suddenly hellbent on continuing this conversation with you. 

Sure, she was angry, but there was something more than that. She’d seen the exhaustion in your shoulders, and the way that you’d pushed at her in all the ways that you’d learned in the last few months on the team to get a reaction out of Misa. She noticed, and she wanted to know what you wanted from her. 

She didn’t know where it had all gone wrong. Well, that wasn’t true. She did, and she specifically remembered her comment that had set you off. She hadn’t meant anything bad, had simply been trying to cheer you up in a way that would cheer her up. Only, you’d reacted… badly, and the two of you had seemed to be at odds ever since.

She’d long given up any hope she had of being friends with you, or anything more that she’d hoped for when she’d first set eyes on you. She remembered the day that you’d walked into practice, somewhat meek beneath the eyes of all of your new teammates. 

You hadn’t spoken a lick of Spanish, save for some of the swear words which Linda had apparently taught you the second that she could. She’d fallen in love with the passion you’d shown the moment you’d stepped onto the pitch, determined to win in every aspect of your game.

It was a passion akin to her own, and you had rekindled the flames within Misa that she’d thought she’d lost long ago. She’d suddenly felt rejuvenated, like her team at Real Madrid had a sincere chance of winning something for once. You could knock goals past the goalkeeper faster than they could knock goals past Misa, and all Misa needed to do was block those goals. 

She knew she was in love, but she also knew that she’d given up the right to love you the second that she’d made you upset after that first game. 

Misa couldn’t allow herself to watch you walk away from her now, though. She had to make sure that you were okay, at the very least, or to apologize. Despite having given up hope, she still felt like… she stood a chance of being acquaintances with you, if nothing else. 

Misa opened the door to the locker room, but was unable to catch a glimpse of your familiar figure anywhere. She peeked into the showers, and found that you weren’t there, either. 

That is, until she heard something fall. She turned, and saw you standing by the sinks. You were hidden in the shadows, and Misa had been so distracted with finding you that she’d… missed you.

You were glaring daggers at you, so much so that Misa feared that she’d be dead if looks could kill. 

“What… are you doing here?” Your voice was equally as hostile as your gaze, and Misa almost flinched with the intensity of your tone. 

“Yo?” Misa asked, and you nodded. You made a gesture with both hands for her to continue to explain, as if her very presence was a pain in your ass. Which it was. 

“Yes, you. Que… fuck!” Misa made a move towards you, as if to try to calm you down.

You were obviously frustrated– with Misa and your inability to communicate in the same language. You pushed your arm out, though, catching the palm of your hand on Misa’s firm stomach. “Sí. What. The fuck. Are you doing. Here?”

You found it hard to speak, the words spewing out between clenched teeth. It was difficult to concentrate with the girls’ abdominal muscles pressing against the skin of your hand, and your mind wandered. Only briefly, you pondered how it would feel without her jersey to cover the soft skin there. 

Misa frowned, shaking her head, “Necesitamos hablar. We need to talk.”

You tilted your head, as if to ask her to continue, and Misa began.

“No… I don’t know where I went wrong. I never meant to offend you, I was- I tried to cheer you up.” For a second, you paused. It took a moment for you to catch up with her words, realizing that she was apologizing for what she’d said after the first match.

Having always been feisty and unapologetic, especially on the field. It was something which had originally drawn you to her, before you’d even arrived in Madrid. You hadn’t even known that Misa had the ability to apologize. 

However, the way in which Misa was looking at you, and the way that she was speaking more English than you’d ever heard her try to let you know that she was being sincere. 

A tide of emotions seemed to flood your chest. The metaphorical butterflies which everyone back at home had always seemed to talk about were fluttering away in your stomach. You swore you felt your heartbeat throbbing in your ears, so loud that you thought Misa could hear it. 

These feelings… the ones that seemed to only be reserved for the Spanish goalkeeper in front of you. You’d tried so, so hard to ignore how you’d felt in favor of holding a grudge. Never before had you thought that you’d regret that decision, but as the girl took a deep breath and her stomach pressed against your palm.

If you’d have been any less worked up from the penalties you’d had to take, and the argument you’d had with Misa. If you hadn’t been harboring conflicting feelings for months for the girl who stood pressed oh-so-deliciously against your hand. Maybe, you wouldn’t have even considered what you wanted to do. Instead, your hand ran up her stomach, wrapping itself into the front of her jersey and tugging her towards you.

You remembered the way Misa hadn’t even moved when you’d shoved her earlier, but now she shuffled forward willingly, pressing against you. You were sandwiched between her and the wall, and while you’d hated her being in your space earlier… Now? You had to stand on your tiptoes, your other hand going to cup at the nape of her neck as your lips hovered just inches away from the goalkeepers. You hesitated, still unsure if Misa really wanted to kiss you, disbelieving that the hatred she’d felt towards you could go away in just a few moments. 

However, Misa held no such hesitations. 

Her lips were gentle against yours and your eyes fluttered closed. The kiss was soft in all the right ways, impossibly so when you contrasted it with Misa’s normally rough exterior. 

A relieved sigh fell from your lips and into her mouth as you finally felt her against you. You moved against each other, your head tilting to the side as her lips caught your top lip between her own.

Her lips were soft… almost pillowy against your own. The press of her lips against yours was sensual in ways that you’d only ever dreamed of. Your heart was racing, excited and aroused and still, admittedly, a little frustrated. Only, this time you were frustrated with yourself for not doing this sooner. 

The feeling of your back pushed harshly against the wall behind you, tiles cold through the fabric which covered your torso. However, Misa’s warm body against your front sent chills down your spine. 

Your hand which had once been wrapped in the material of the girl’s jersey wandered, slowly drifting beneath the hem of her shirt in the way which you’d wondered about earlier.

You traced the muscular lines of her abdomen with your fingers, and you felt Misa push against you harder. You heard her gasp as your lips parted momentarily, the sound music to your ears as a curse fell past her lips as well. The girl was out of breath, pressing even further against you.

One of her legs slid between your own, separating your legs with one of her strong thighs and you gasped at the sudden contact there.

Misa took that moment to take control of the kiss even further, one of her hands settling against the wall which you were pressed against. The other hand wandered just as yours did, playing with the hem of your shirt until you took your hand out from her shirt, trying to take her hand in your own to encourage her to just touch you. 

You would have let her do anything to you right then and there, sensing that Misa may do just that with the way her hands fell down to your hips. They were strong against you, large hands encouraging you to grind against the flexed leg which stood firm between your thighs. 

You allowed a moan to fall between your parted lips, one which was swallowed by Misa as she continued to kiss you. She was incredibly intoxicating in ways which you were convinced couldn’t be described by words– English or Spanish. Or Catalan, for that matter. 

You allowed another moan to tumble from your lips, this one higher pitched and almost… desperately winy. You were prepared to take off your shirt, your fingers curling beneath the fabric and beginning to pull upwards.

Although the two of you froze as you heard the telltale sign of your teammates coming. You heard cleats clashing harshly against concrete, coming ever closer to you and Misa in the locker room. 

“Fuck!” You cursed, the word echoed by Misa as the both of you frantically separated. Misa quickly pushed your shirt back down to its original position as you rushed to do the same to her. You quickly tugged her ponytail from her head, realizing that you’d mussed up her hair to an irreversible extent before you were shoving her towards one of the shower stalls. 

“You stink!” You joked, and Misa smirked at you, trying to tug you with her, “Ah! Ah no, no. I don’t think so. We’ll be caught!” 

You were whispering now, and Misa seemed to think better of her needs as she frowned at you. You simply raised an eyebrow at her, and Misa sighed as she shook her head.

“Vale, pero… we are not done. Tonight, are you free?” You nodded, unable to contain your smile. “My house will be… empty.” 

“No it won’t.” You promised, and you watched Misa struggle to figure out what you were saying before she, too, started grinning like a fool. Then, before your teammates had the chance to walk in on the two of you actually interacting with each other, you shut the curtain closed and spun away.

Hayley and a few others were there, and Hayley grinned at you. 

“Did you two kiss and make up?” Hayley joked, and you choked. Her brows furrowed, now, and you laughed a little bit to cover up the fact that you hadn’t realized that she’d been joking.

“No, she just went to shower.” You excused Misa, and something in Raso’s eyes told you that she knew that something was up. However, she didn’t push you as you walked past her, grabbing your own things to shower as you realized training was over.

Faintly, you registered that the others were talking, and they could have been talking to you. However, you couldn’t bring it upon yourself to actually listen, too consumed with the thoughts of tonight and all of the possibilities that it held.

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[woso-dreamzzz]

Tears

Alexia Putellas x Child!Reader

Summary: You want Mami

You hadn't meant to get lost.

Everything was just so confusing and you were so small.

The locker room was loud in the run-up to the game and it grated on your ears. You didn't know a lot of girls on the Spain team. You know a few who play for Barcelona but you don't know them well. You stick close to Mami's side during training and the only other person who had ever gotten you out of your shell (Jenni) no longer played for Barca.

She played for Spain though but she's busy right now, jumping around and singing with Mariona and Misa from Real Madrid. It was loud and everyone was hyping themselves up for the final, but it was too noisy for you.

You don't know where your Mami's gone but you know that she's not here and you know that you don't want to be here either.

You slip out of the room and away from the noise. It isn't like Camp Nou here so you have to guess your way around. It makes you a little worried and your throat closes a little bit as tears prick in your eyes.

You just want Mami.

You just want to find her.

You don't know how long you wander around before you give up. You go limp against a wall and burst into tears. You pull your knees up to your chest and sob.

You don't like Australia, you decide. You don't like the World Cup and you don't like football. Football takes your Mami from you and now there's no one to look after you.

You wish you were back in Spain with Mami because then you could lay against her and calm down but instead, you're in Australia, sitting on the stone-cold floor with your hands clamped over your ears as if it would stop the ringing you're experiencing in them.

You shriek and sob when hands close around your wrists and try to tug them away from your ears. You scrunch your eyes closed as you scream.

"Hey, hey, calm down. It's just me. It's Lucy."

You know Lucy from Barcelona. She's friends with Mami so you open your eyes but she's not your friend so you still shy away from her.

"What are you doing here?" She asks softly," Where's Alexia?"

Your bottom lip wobbles. "Mami gone," You sob," Mami's gone and can't find her! Want Mami!" More tears spill down your cheeks.

"Okay, okay," Lucy says," Can I pick you up? Is that okay?"

You shake your head. You don't want her touching you again. You don't want anyone touching you but Mami.

"Luce, what's taking so lon- Oh...y/n...What are you doing here?" Keira from Barcelona has joined now too.

You take back what you thought. You want Keira to hold you and you crawl into her lap and sob into her England jersey. "Lost Mami," You say to her through your sobs," Mami's gone!"

The day you were born was easily the worst and the best day of Alexia's life. It was a tough decision to make, to take time out of the season to have you. Football or family hadn't been a decision she had ever had to make before.

Her family had always been supportive of her football dream. She had never had to choose between them.

But the choice of you had been a difficult one.

She could either keep playing and never get this chance again or put her career on pause in favour of having you.

(She chose you).

The pregnancy had been easy for the most part but at thirty-four weeks, Alexia woke up to bleeding.

She got to the hospital and you were delivered prematurely. Holding you was the greatest moment of her life. You were all slimy and gross but you were perfect.

And then...

You stopped breathing.

You went completely limp in her arms and she screamed as the doctors took you away, pumped you full of steroids and fitted you with an oxygen mask.

You were tiny and your undeveloped lungs nearly killed you. You spent weeks in the NICU with a ventilator until you were finally strong enough to survive on your own.

You were tiny then and, somehow, you looked even tinier now, curled up on Keira's lap with tear tracks on your face.

"Mami," You whimper softly," Mami."

"Oh, pequeñita," Mami coos," There you are. I've been worried sick."

You weigh more now than you did when you were born but Alexia still holds you like when you're a baby.

"Where you go?" You sob," Wanted you. Didn't know where you were!"

You try to bury yourself into her and Mami just holds you tighter.

"I'm sorry, pequeñita," Mami says softly to you, holding you close enough that you feel like you crawl back into her skin and live there forever. "I'm so sorry."

You were a sensitive little girl and maybe that was Alexia's fault. She had kept you sheltered for much of your life and you rarely strayed from her side. You found respite in Jenni when she used to play in Spain but with her in Mexico, you stuck more firmly to Alexia.

It had been a dangerous balancing act this entire World Cup. She could have left you at home with your Tia Alba and Abuela but she didn't. You had been verging on a breakdown for a while now.

It just sucked that it was happening now.

"Want to go home," You beg," Mami, I want to go home."

"I know," Mami whispers to you," I know. We'll be home soon, I promise."

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[httpswritings]

The coffee shop — The Sextet x Reader 

Warnings: none

Word count: 860

Summary: Spending the afternoon with The Sextet.

“Hi Alexia…”

Alexia looked up and, forcing a shy smile, she greeted you. 

It wasn't like she didn't like to acknowledge people who approached her, but her usual facial expression used to mistake her shyness for annoyance, therefore she had to try to look more friendly when people approached her.

You had been following women's football for a while so you were briefly familiar with Alexia's shyness, being quite shy yourself helped you understand her behavior better.

“Don't worry, I'm not going to ask you for a picture. I just wanted to give you a bracelet. There's another one for Misa, can you give it to her? I apologize for not having any other for the rest of the girls, though.”

The truth is that you weren't expecting to bump into Alexia when you entered the coffee shop, so you had to improvise a quick gift, only having two golden bracelets around your left wrist.

Alexia analyzed them carefully, her face showing a more relaxed expression and a sincere smile. She wasn’t familiarized with receiving gifts from fans as much as she was asked to take a picture with them.

“Thank you. It's beautiful. Are you sure you don't want to take a picture?”

Deeply inside, you knew the answer to her question, but still refused to make her uncomfortable. 

“No, it's fine. Just tell Jenni everyone is really proud of her and of how she stood up for herself.”

“I'll tell her. Thank you for your words.”

You said goodbye and turned around to exit the coffee shop, your embarrassment making you feel uneasy and no longer wanting something to drink, but then she called you.

“I was wondering if you could wait with me for around half an hour. The girls are coming over here to spend the afternoon.”

As she noticed your eyes widening, Alexia made sure to emphasize that it was up to you and there was no pressure to accept her offer. 

There was nothing more you wanted to do than spend the afternoon with them, but you were afraid of bothering the friend group as an intruder.

“Do not worry about that! We're all pretty friendly. Misa and Jenni will probably tease you a little bit, but that's not new coming from them.”

You finally accepted the invitation and sat down next to Alexia, who was probably telling the girls the new member of the group for this afternoon.

You were playing with your hands as Alexia left her phone on the table.

She noticed how shy you were and for a moment, she saw herself in you. 

Your hand holding onto the other, your inability to hold eye contact for more than five seconds, your nervous giggles and your short answers followed by a soft smile. 

There was a brief moment of silence between the both of you, but it was enjoyable.

Tranquility filled the coffee shop until you laughed looking at each other after hearing loud voices approaching your table. 

“And we're heree!”

“We could tell. You guys are so loud.”

You giggled, and all eyes were on you, making you blush uncontrollably.

The girls began to introduce themselves, so did you when they approached you. 

You instantly felt calmer when you sat next to Laia, who shared a similar personality with Alexia when she was not eager.

Alexia followed you and sat next to you.

Misa teased Jenni by placing her cold hands on the older woman's cheeks.

“Misa, colega! (dude)”

Everyone was laughing but Alexia, who was sighing with her hands over her head.

“You both are insufferable.”

An hour passed by, and you felt more comfortable and confident to speak. 

“We still have time until we have to return to Mordor. Let's do something fun.”

Mariona explained to you that they referred to the headquarters of the Spanish National Team as Mordor. 

“Tonight, there's a cool match we could attend in th—” Misa tried to suggest, but she was quickly caught off by almost everyone on the table.

“Misa, we're not going to a Real Madrid's game. Don't even try it,” Irene said.

“C'mon! What do you want to do then? It's not like we have curfew anymore.”

As almost everyone refused, Misa's eyes were on you. 

“What about you? Do you want to come with me?”

Alexia was quick to stop her.

“No, she doesn't. She's spending the rest of the day with everyone, not only with you.”

“Well, if you guys don't suggest anything else we could do, maybe she wants to accept my offer! We're probably boring her.” 

Laia, who was probably the most serene person around you, asked the golden question.

“What's your favorite team? Because maybe she's a Real Madrid fan, and we're here clipping her wings off.”

You noticed how everyone was looking attentively at you, waiting for your answer.

“You guys have scared her, c'mon! Was it that difficult to behave?”

You never felt as reassured by a “stranger”, as you were by Laia, who you thanked her with a soft smile. 

“I'm actually... I'm actually an Atlético de Madrid fan...” you announced, as you couldn't stop laughing at their shocked faces. 

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[wosoluver]

Healers got to date protectors - Headcanons

Misa x Physio!reader

Your first kiss

"Hey guys, good game tonight!" - You came in smiling. They were all in the ice tubs.

Misa looked particularly moody.

"Hey. Are you in any pain?" - You asked coming closer to her.

"No. Just disappointed with the results. We couldn't manage to get a goal."

"Well, you didn't suffer any either. It's the best defense we've had, in the last couple of games. Give yourself a little credit."

Misa cracked a small smile. She was the type to always focus on the things she considered to be bad, then to try and find the silver lining.

Differently from you, she spent most of her time, looking in.

Something that was hard for you to do. Hence your career based on taking care of others.

"Y/N!" - Brunn caught your attention. - "We're going out to celebrate, are you coming?"

By now you had already settled in. You had a great relationship with the players. You had earned each others trust. Friends almost. It was clear for everyone that even though you got along greatly with the medical staff, you just hadn't much in common with them. They were mostly middle aged man who took everything too seriously. You stood out like a sore thumb.

The girls practically took you in as one of them.

"Am I being the designated driver again?"

"You're off duty today. I already volunteered. - said Misa.

"I'm in. I have to check up on Athenea and I'll head home, to get ready."

"I'll pick you up at 8." - Misa let you know.

By 8:30 you were all at the club, having a drink at the table you had reserved.

Into the night you guys went. Between dancing bodies and drinks you finally decided going to the restroom, you let the girls know and made your way there.

Misa had gotten back from ordering another round at the bar and she realized you were not with the group.

"Where is Y/N?" - she had to scream over the loud music.

"She went to the bathroom."

"Alone?!" - as soon as they nodded yes, she was already running after you. Maybe where they're from, it is safer for women who were drunk and alone, but that wasn't the case here in Spain.

You were just coming out of the bathroom when I man you didn't know corned you against a wall.

"Please let me go."

"I just want to know your name. Are you single?"

But before you could say anything else, he was pushed away harshly. When you looked to check by who, you saw Misa. Angrier than you had ever seen her before.

You were about to thank her, when the man pushed her back. And before you could register anything else, She had landed a punch on the man's face.

"Misa!"

Soon security was there.

The man was escorted out. But you didn't feel like partying anymore. And Misa could tell.

"Come, I'll drive you home. We can text the girls to let them know we've left." - She took your hand to guide you through the crowds of people.

"How are they getting home?"

"They can share an uber."

Arguing with her would be of no use. So you just let it be.

Once you got to the car, you could see her knuckles holding tightly to steering wheel. They were already bruising, one of them even had a small cut.

"Misa, your hand."

"It's fine, don't worry." - her facial expressions still in a scary-angry way.

"I'm so sorry."

"The girls shouldn't have let you go alone."

You sobered up real quick after the scare you had.

Arriving home you didn't even say goodbye to her as you got out of the car.

"You can park here."

"What?" - she asked confused.

"Your coming up with me, so I can take care of your hand.

And I'm not taking no for an answer."

She parked the car and got out to follow you up to the apartment.

"Come in, sit down while I get my aid kit." - you said unlocking the door and turning the lights on.

Misa followed your commands quietly. Something everyone had noticed when you were around each other.

She would act like you were god on earth.

You came back to stand between her legs as you took her hand to check it.

You started cleaning the small cut, and proceeded to bandage it up.

"Does it hurt too much? I can't get you some pain meds."

But she only shook her head no. As you applied a healing ointment to the bruises.

"All done." - you said as you looked up from her hands to her eyes.

You were so close you could feel each others breath.

"Thank you." - You said it gently, with a low tone.

By now her face had already softened. In a way you had never seen before. It always felt like she couldn't let her guard fully down. So this sight was new to you.

"You worried the hell out of me." - she said in a similar tone to yours. Giving a small laugh in the end.

"I'm sor-" but you were cut off by her lips on yours. As she pulled you in. After a minute or so, you both pulled away to breath properly.

"Healers need protectors, at least once in a while."

Hope you guys enjoy! Please leave your comments! There is a third part already planned, but if you have any ideas, you can send them in.🩷

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[rojacatmisa]

Hey, I'm going for it ! This is the start of my Misa fic. I planned it to be quite long in several short chapters. Also, I'm not personally feeling the Y/N + you kind of writing, so I've written the story at the first personne and chosen a nickname that you can pretend to be yours if you like.

No warning at the moment, but there'll be sex in the further episodes. I'll put the warning when needed.

Sorry again for any grammar and voc mistakes, english is not my mother tongue.

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Starting over in Madrid

Chapter 1 :  A harder job than I thought

I was never really interested in football before getting employed at Real Madrid. Of course, I used to watch a few games on TV during the main championships. But I have never intended to work for a football club, least of all, in Spain. But here I was, late twenty, speaking a few words of Spanish, entering the Cuidad Real Madrid for day one of my new job as the new official photographer.

Introductions went well. Staff was nice. Work seemed interesting, with quite a lot to do on the creative side. I felt great. My office was located on the second floor on the west side of the building, a bit appart from the training grounds. I took time to settle a few minutes in my chair, gazed through the window at the Alfredo di Stephano stadium and saw the tiny silhouettes of the footballers training. My manager, Ana, came back to have me introduced to the girls. I quickly grabbed my camera and followed her to the pitch. 

The sun blinded me as I came out. My eyes took a moment to ajuste. Shouts of trainers and players echoed all around. They were many. Ana spoke with some guys and training slowly stopped. The Real Madrid players came toward us and gathered, some of them still panting. Ana spoke again. 

"Hello everyone, let me introduce you our new photographer Y/N. But you can call her Nicky as she likes it better." 

"Hi, I never liked my name" I said nervously. 

The girls stared at me, smiling. I couldn’t help to notice their muscular arms and thighs. Strength oozed from their bodies. There were pretty faces too. Ana spoked the name of each players. One very tanned girl was looking away, looking slightly bored. 

"And finally, this is Misa" She said pointing at her. Misa looked at me, her eyes rested on my face just a moment while quickly waving her hand in a welcoming gesture and then looked away again. I felt my face grew hot. I was a professional photographer. It was explicitly written in my employment contract that dating the team members was prohibited. I shook of my inappropriate feelings as the introducing part ended. 

A few days passed as I settled in my new life. I had found in a tiny appartement in Lavapies. Got everything I needed. I was rather happy to start over. I had quitted my toxic ex girlfriend a few months ago and my very boring previous job. Each day, I went to the pitch to film the team arriving and to take pictures of the footballers training in order to post on the social networks. They all seemed nice, thought some of them looked bothered to be photographed all the time. Linda, Naomi, Sofie and Hayley clearly enjoyed being in front of the camera while Ivana, Olga and Misa tried to avoid it most of the time. We had chatted very little, everyone focused on their respective work. 

***

Then, arrived the day of the brand new kits big photoshoot. It was a very busy day. Adidas had designed a specific set with a moss background and real plants around. It was a bit to much for my tastes but I didn’t had my word to say as the campagne was managed by the brand. I was assisting the Adidas photographer by giving pose instructions to the girls. I took some shoots too. We were shooting for nearly five hours when came Misa’s turn. I couldn’t say I didn’t noticed how pretty she was in her new pale purple kit. Her tan skin contrasted frankly with the fabric. She had a piercing on her left nostril I’d never seen before. Her long hair was taken down, falling on her broad shoulders. She took her place, clearly used to being a model.

"Misa, face the camera" I said. Her dark eyes crossed mine before she looked straight at the camera and composed a smile. I could tell she was feeling confident, but I wasn’t sure she really was enjoying it. "Switch to profile, please". "Strike a pose". "Now put your gloves on". Misa obediently took all the poses shots after shots. 

"Are we done ?" She asked, looking at me patiently. 

"I think we are thank you. Thanks god you’re the last one !"

"I find it long already, so I can’t imagine how it must be for you." She said, her brows frowning. She walked aside from the set. I started to put away the equipment next to her. "It’s okay, I like my job. Today is just a bit repetitive"

"Are we cool models ?" I looked up at her. Her face was relaxing since the photoshoot ended. A shy smile appeared on her lips as she suddenly seemed to think her question was embarrassing. "In fact yes, indeed. Like, as a photographer, they’re is everything to ajuste. When you’re training, you’re moving fast so I have to increase shutter speed. When you’re posing like today, shutter can be slower but you have to have good exposure���" My voice trailed off as I took a glimpse of her perplex expression. "Sorry I have never known how to talk about my job. You see, technic plays a huge part in photography." 

"Don’t worry, I haven’t a clue of what you are taking about but it actually got me interested." She was smiling frankly now and that made her ever more beautiful. I tried to focus one folding the spotlights back in there bags. "Those lights make you very warm and sweaty" she said. "I’m sorry I’ll go and change. See you Nicky." 

"Bye Misa."

I was feeling both disappointed by her departure and relieved to be able to finish tidying thinks up more serenely when I heard Misa’s embarrassed voice rise from the backroom. "Hum… please can someone help me?"

I dropped the camera I was packing and went there thinking that fucking day would never end. I suppressed a laugh when I saw Misa struggling with her jersey up her head. The collar was picked up somewhere around her nose. I forced myself to look away from her well shaped abs and the low-cut of her sports bra.

"Misa, I’m there, what’s happening ?" 

"the jersey… in my nosering. I can’t take it off !"

"hold still, I’do it."

I slowly came close to Misa and delicately hold the jersey’s collar while looking for where her piercing had gotten stuck. A fabric fiber had indeed been taken inside the small golden ring. I tried hard to concentrate. Her mouth was twitching nervously. I was so close to her face I could feel her breath. She pursed her luscious lips as I finally removed the string, let out a sight and took off the jersey. Her eyes met mine again while I took a step back. "Thanks, I thought I’d lose my nose on this one…" 

"You did well to ask for help, you could have hurt yourself." 

"I’m glad it was you and not some random Adidas guy, all my friends are gone by now." 

"anytime !" I shrugged, feeling hot again. She gathered her clothes and started taking off her shorts. Footballers really weren’t modest. I turned around, ready to leave. I felt I was unable to take anymore glances at Misa’s body parts. "Bye then" I said softy.

"Bye, and Nicky, you definitely have to teach me some photo stuff ! I’m serious." I slowly turned back to her. She had already put her trousers and T shirt on. "Yes, sure… after tomorrow’s training if you’d like." 

"Yeah, count on me". She gathered her stuff, gestured goodbye and left.

My job was turning out to be harder than I expected.

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That's it for chapter 1, hope you enjoyed it. Drop a like if you're hyped !

Chapter 2 Chapter 3

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[lightbutagirl]

misa is so real tbh

-girl who should be studying for finals instead of drawing her silly little charcoal art

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[futbol16]

Protector  • Keira Walsh

Hope this turned out okay!

Requests: hi can I please request one for Keira, reader being younger and Keira always has this protective instinct.  Y/N always reassured her its fine and the other girls from the barcelona team teased Keira for it. During a derby match the opposing team visibly has it out for Y/N and all the girls have to keep Keira calm until it reaches a final limit for her with Y/N screeching out in pain for Keira. Would love to see this play out for such a softie as Keira ♡ 

do you think we could also get some works for Keira :)

can we get one for keira please 

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She watches as you roll around on the turf wrestling with Sandra, the goalkeeper going easy on you. She knew this, however she can’t help but look out for you as Panos grabs you by the legs. A snigger from next to her has her jumping as she looks to the source. 

“You really are her protector, huh?” Patri grins at the English woman who rolls her eyes with a small smile.

“I’m not-” she cuts her own sentence short as you fall over Sandra’s shoulders “Careful Y/N!” you and Sandra give her a thumbs up and she turns back to Patri only to find the brunette looking at her with a knowing look, an eyebrow raised.

“Continue please” 

Keira didn’t know why but since Aitana has introduced you to her, yourself having been too shy to as you instead jumped on Mapi’s back, she had felt the need to keep an extra eye on you. In an ‘I’ll catch you before you face plant’ type of way. Perhaps it was because you were younger, Lucy had pointed that out to her and after thinking about it for a second she nodded along. Your shyness was short lived though as you accidentally pounced on her, missing Gemma, your target, by a whole lot as the brunette easily moved out of the way. 

You had profusely apologized to her but she waved you off to pull you up from the ground instead, leaning down to pat the grass off your legs. After that the two of you got along, much to your surprise after tackling her, and soon you were pairing up for some of the partner drills in training.  

Currently, you were turned towards Keira as you rested your forearms on her thigh, watching as she huffed out a breath of air before offering you some water. Your team was having their half time break in the locker room and everyone was beyond frustrated with the aggressive yet petty game play of the opposing team. 

Half time went by quickly though and before you knew it you were walking out to the field again, Keira’s hand laid on your shoulder before she softly pushed you in the direction of your position. It didn’t take long for Barca to get another goal, for you to get your first of the night.

You were up against the two Real Madrid defenders, Misa in goal, and as much as they tried to stop you, you kept going. Ana-Maria was shouting at you to encourage you to shoot, but you needed to get past Gálvez first. 

You pick up your speed as you drive forwards towards Misa and you fake left then shoot right. Gálvez slides in at the last second but the force of the ball is much greater and it bounces right off her and into the back of the net. Ana-Maria catches you easily as you jump on her and your other teammates are quick to join in on the celebrations for a bit.

The smile is big on your face as you move to walk back to your side but that’s quickly washed off when the Real Madrid defender steps on your foot harshly and you slip with a pained yelp leaving your mouth. Barca’s number 21 is instantly there and Keira pushes at the girl, shouting something at her before she helps you up, checking if you’re okay.

The following 12 minutes of the match are a living hell for you. Several of the Real players are near you at all times, even Athenea has abandoned Frido to instead mark you. It’s ridiculous at this point, but all Keira feels is rage as she watches you get tackled left, right and center every time your foot touches the ball. Another rough slide, the player’s boot hitting your ankle again, has you staying on the grass for a second as you breathe in deeply, a pained expression on your face.

“Kie, calm it, we don’t need you sent off” Lucy’s voice speaks up from next to her, stopping in her march towards you with a hand on her back. Lucy isn’t the first person to try to get her to keep cool, she’s sure three other teammates have said something similar, but she’s angry. 

Less than a minute later you find yourself trapped between two defenders and they just so happen to go for the tackle at the same time causing you to land on your side with a loud thump and you cry out in pain. Keira is leading the pack of Barca girls walking towards you furiously, but they all think you’re okay as you attempt to get up. 

Luck isn’t on your side though, or maybe it’s just the Real Madrid defenders but as they get tangled up in each other and your legs one of them falls on you, on your ankle. A loud wail leaves your mouth as you reach for your foot accompanied by a scream that has Keira taking off in a sprint immediately.

“Keira!” the screech is full of pain as you notice her, an arm reaching out in her direction as she pushes the player off you. Her heart breaks at the sound of you sobbing her name over and over and she holds onto your hand tightly as the medics arrive on the field. 

“I’m here, I’m here Y/N/N” she assures you when you lean your forehead against her thigh and she rubs your back in her kneeled down position, waiting for the medics to give some kind of reaction. She moves her gaze from your face to your ankle only to have to hold in a gasp at the sight. Bruising is already evident on your swollen ankle and you whimper in pain when one of the medics moves it around. 

“It’s okay pequeña” she attempts to console you in her limited Spanish knowledge and she feels you nodding into her. Finally, you’re taken off on a stretcher and she follows with a hand on your forehead until they get you to the sidelines and she’s given a warning to get back on the field.

She gets her revenge though and her rough play against the two defenders earns her earning a yellow card before she’s subbed out in the last 15 minutes of the match.

She’s quick to seek out the medical room, practically sprinting down the tunnel and she rips the door open, startling you. 

“How are you?” she asks slightly out of breath and you give her a small smile.

“I sprained it, so probably out for the next game.” you shrug at her sorrowfully and she takes notice of your slumped shoulders with a sympathetic look. She doesn’t say more as she sits next to you on the medical table, your feet swinging back and forth despite the pain that shoots through the right one and you lean into Keira. She sits with you in silence for a few minutes, her hand rubbing your arm softly before she finally breaks the silence.

“Aren’t you supposed to keep that elevated?” you remove your head as you look at her confused and she motions to your ankle, you give her a sheepish smile.

“It was uncomfortable-”

“And where’s the ice pack?” she gives you a disapproving look as you reach behind you and hand it to her.

“Keira come on” but she ignores you and stands, grabbing a pillow and pushing you on your back, gently placing your leg on it and then the ice on top. 

“You really need to start looking after yourself” she jokes as she pats your knee.

“But then I wouldn’t need you” you play along as you offer her a toothy grin and she chuckles at you, moving to sit next to you again.

“I really am your protector,huh?” she chuckles lightheartedly,nudging your shoulder with her own.

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[outsideratheart]

History (Alexia Putellas x reader)

A/N: Am I happy with this, i’m not sure but I started and finished it so why not post it.

You can find part 2 here

There was a lot of history behind El Classico and over the last couple of years the women’s game became just as highly anticipated as then mens. With you leading Madrid and Alexia leading Barcelona. You were two of the best players in Spain, during the league you despised each other and with the national team you managed to play well together but that’s the limit to your partnership. It was a rivalry that went deeper than the surface, you and Alexia both having different reasons for the hostility you showed each other.

For the first time in the clubs history both El Classico’s would take place on the same day. The women had a 12 o’clock kick off at Estadio Alfredo Di Stefano and the men would be play at the Bernabéu at 4 o’clock. 

All of the Real Madrid girls would attend the game. Some planned on watching it their families, whilst others including you, had been invited to watch the game from one of the owners box’s. A few of your team mates asked if they could invite some of the Barcelona players to watch the game with them and who were you to say no. 

Your match was challenging to say the least. Both teams wanted to put on a show given that the game was sold out. You and Alexia butted heads, figuratively speaking, several times. That is until the last ten minutes of the game, the game is tied 0-0 and you have a corner. You jump for the head when your Barcelona counter part elbows you the face. 

Alexia tries to check on you but you know it is fake concern which only pisses you off more. 

“Really, we’re playing kind of game are we?” You shove her away. 

“I didn’t even touch you” within seconds she is back in your face. 

“Captains, everything alright?” The referee comes on to you. 

“Ask her again in a few minutes” you body check Alexia before going back to you position. 

Alexia watches you walk away and for a brief moment she allows her eyes to linger. The White kit really did suit you, this season you opted for white boots meaning then when you play at home you are in white head to toe. Your naturally tanned skin making your muscle look like they were sculpted. The sight alone reignited feelings she once buried deep.

During the final play of the game Olga plays you a ball down the wing and as you run for it Alexia is right in your tail. Seeing Nahikari making her way to the box, you know you need to slow the play down to give her time, this means you have to go one of one with Alexia. Knowing getting around her will be difficult you choose option B, go through her. 

You do so cleanly and she cannot argue the tackle. You send the ball in and it lands perfectly at Nahkiri feet who then slots it in the back of the net. 

You run past Alexia to celebrate with your team but not before turning around sending her a smug wink. 

The game ends 1-0. The women have done their job now it’s a quick shower and change so that you can see if the men can do theirs. 

You look around the pitch at full time and see that a few Barcelona players have family in the crowd and are staying out to talk to them, Alexia included. 

“You and Y/N re getting worse.” Alba states and Alexia ignores her sisters question knowing that she is right.

“Can we meet Y/N?” Alexia’s younger cousin asks. 

After the altercation and the tackle that lead to the goal, there was a little more tension between you so asking you for a favour wasn’t at the top of Alexia’s list but this was for family so she put her pride aside. 

She sees you talking to Misa near the tunnel whilst you meet the last of the fans. 

“Y/N” Alexia’s voice is low. 

“Alexia” you both stare at each other for a few seconds “did you want something?” Your face remains stoic making it impossible for Alexia to read you. 

“I do. My nephew, for some reason, is a huge fan of yours and he wants to meet you. Would you mind—“

“Of course, lead the way” your face softens. Although you and Alexia didn’t see eye to eye, you always made time for those that support you. 

Alexia watches as you talk to her nephew as if he is the only one there. It was a trait of yours that she admired. You are able to make the person you are speaking to feel like they are of the only person in the world no matter the environment you are in. 

“Can I have your shirt?” Hearing her nephews question snaps her out of the daydream she was in. 

You turn to face Alexia. You would love to see any Barcelona fan in a Real Madrid shirt but for it be a relative of Alexia’s in a shirt with your name on the back, that would be the icing on the cake. 

“I don’t know about that one bud, you’ll have to ask Ale” 

You haven’t called Alexia that in a very long time but you couldn’t help it, it just slipped out. You can only hope she didn’t pick up on it. 

“Can I?” the young boy begs. 

“Sure just don’t wear it around me” 

Your roll your eyes at Alexia’s stubbornness before shouting to one of the coaches, signalling for him to bring you one of the warm up jackets. 

You talk to Alexia’s family and for a short moment it is like old times. You and Alba laugh about the time the three of you tried to make a cake for Eli only for it to end in a flour fight. 

Alexia watches intently as you quickly strip off your game shirt and replace it with the warm up jacket in one swift movement.

“It’s nice seeing you guys but I need to go” you point to your media manager who is calling you over. 

“It’s nice seeing you Y/N. I really wish you and Ale would make up, it’s been 3 years, she misses you” Eli says as she gives you a hug. 

Paris 2019, the World Cup. A trip that would be memorable more so for the bad times than the good. 

“I love you Eli, you know I do but somethings can’t be forgiven” 

“What’s that suppose to mean” Alexia says having overhead your conversation with her mother. 

“I have to go” with that you leave to do media duties. 

Alexia stands there for all of a second before running after you. 

“Y/N!” She shouts but you don’t stop, if anything you walk faster. 

“Y/N” again she shouts only much louder. You can feel the fans eyes burning holes in your head. 

You didn’t know when or if you would be ready go talk to her but here in front of all these people wasn’t the place. 

You sigh a breathe of relief when you see Nahikari waiting for you by the tunnel. That girl and her sixth sense. 

“Are you ok?” Nahikari asks. 

You are about to respond but alexia cuts you off. 

“I don’t deserve this!“ she never understood why you cut off all communication with her or why you couldn’t look her in the eye.

“You deserve worse” the young forward speaks for you. 

“Nai” you pull her arm “trust me, she is not worth it” 

You all but drag her into the locker room in fear of what she would do or say to your former best friend.

Whilst getting changed you cannot help but feel defeated. Real had just won, you were able to talk to Alexia’s family like you used to yet the joy you felt vanished in a second because of her….again. 

**********************

The atmosphere at the Bernabéu is electric and you cannot wait to enjoy the match with your friends and their friends, you only hope that Alexia got the message earlier and that she will stay away from you. 

“This is incredible” Leila says as a member of staff escorts her into the box. 

“Benefits of of dating a Real Madrid player” Misa says as she greets her girlfriend. 

Some the Real Madrid players are making the most of the gourmet buffet whilst the others are already in the seats watching the team warm up. 

Alexia scans the room and tries her hardest to hide her disappointment when she realises you aren’t there, not inside or outside. 

The words you said earlier stung. In her eyes she did no wrong, you had all but cut Alexia out of your life with no explanation.

“Your captain couldn’t grace us with her presence?” Alexia asks she stand near Ivana. 

“Are you being serious?“ the defender asks “look around” she points to the large screens around the stadium. 

That is when she sees you. You are pitch side with some of the media team doing interviews. 

“Y/N agreed to do media on behalf on the team so that we can enjoy the game. I know you don’t like her but she is a good person. She deserves to have fun tonight please don’t ruin it for her” Olga tells her Alexia as she brings her a drink. 

“Oh and one more thing, Y/N told me to tell you to go into the bathroom until she tells you to come out” 

“Do you always follow her orders?” Alexia asks given that she has no idea why you would suggest that. 

“I have found that Y/N always has a reason for saying and doing what she does” Nahikari says as she walks staring past the forward, not turning to look at her as she does so. 

Despite her stubbornness, Alexia goes to the bathroom. She sits on her phone wondering how long you expect her to stay then. If she texted you, would you reply? She then hears voices enter the box, yours is the one she recognises first.

“Yes, unfortunately Alexia is stuck in traffic” Alexia hears you say “I agree, we would hate for her to miss us beating her precious Barcelona” She rolls her eyes at your confidence then she hears you thanking them before the door closes.

“You can come out now” you knock on the door letting her know the coast is clear.

She hopes you are waiting for her but you’re not, you have taken your seat in the stand, sitting between Athenea and Claudia Zornoza.

“Why did you do that?” Alexia asks as she takes a seat behind you.

“You don’t like media, he was media” you say without taking your eyes of the pitch.

“Careful Y/N, it’s almost like you care about me?” Alexia teases trying to break the tension that had built between the two of you.

Your head snaps around at her claim. Is she being serious?

“That’s not funny Alexia”

The Catalonian swallows deeply having found that her attempt at lightening the mood has had the opposite affect.

“I was just —“ 

“Well don’t. I’m here to have a good time with my friends”

“So we’re not friends?” Alexia asks not caring that the discussion between the two of you had now gained attention of those around you.

“No we’re not” your reply is honest and you can tell that you have hurt alexia but you cannot bring yourself to care.

“Why is that?” Leila asks rather casually.

Now you really did have everyone’s attention. Each player not wanting to miss out on hearing why you and Alexia, two people who were thick as thieves, can no longer be alone in the same room as each other, never mind talk to each other.

You remain quiet, you hadn’t even talked to Alexia about what happened, no way was you about to discuss a very personal matter with your team mates.

Alexia on the other did not share the same need for privacy.

“Y/N woke up one morning and decided throw away a ten year friendship”

You look at alexia in shock, how dare she say that when she is the reason why you did what you did.

“What are you doing?” You say through gritted teeth.

“Telling them the truth” Alexia blatantly replies.

“No need Ale, we knew Y/N must have done something” Patri says clearly on the Barcelona captain’s side. 

“You don’t know shit. If you did then you wouldn’t have treated me like the bad guy for the past 3 years” you stand up abruptly “And you” you point at alexia “how dare you sit there and blame me. This all happened because of you”

Having nothing else to say and no longer being interested in the game you walk back into the box as you try to rid yourself of the nausea that is building within you.

“Y/N! Wait!” Alexia chases after you.

“No Alexia, I’m not doing this with you. You don’t get to sit out there on your high horse and blame me for this. The destruction of our friendship is on you, it is your fault not mine.”

“I’m sorry” her words are barely audible.

“No!” You shout  “3 years, you never said a thing and now in front of everyone you choose to apologise” you point to your team mates who are all watching the exchange between the two of you.

Alexia shakes her head as she walk over the the doors to the outside area. She closes the them and the curtains to give the two of you more privacy.

“Because I am sorry” 

“You told me you love me and I stupidly believed you, that’s on me” 

Alexia looks like a deer caught in headlights as she listens to you talk about the moment you two shared in 2019.

“Do you have any idea how much pain you have caused me? To see you chose her over me when you looked me in the eye and told me it was over”

“It was over” Alexia replies thinking she knows what you referring to.

“Jesus Christ Alexia, stop with the lying. I came to Barcelona wanting to surprise but it was you who surprised me”

“What are you talking about?”

“Three days after the World Cup I came to your house and imagine the betrayal I felt when I saw you with Jenni. You broke me Alexia, you did, out of all the people in the world I never thought my heart would get broken by you” 

“I couldn’t be around you. I hated you, even the thought of you would make my blood boil. It took me years to rebuild myself and now you think you can say sorry and it will fix everything well it can’t, I wont let it”

“Y/N” Alexia begs you to stand down, to end the wrath that you are so adamant to bring down on her.

“No! Your actions costs me my friends and the people I once considered family. Do you want to know what hurts the most? Our team mates see you as this angel, the girl who can do no wrong. So when we stopped talking they assumed I was the bad guy, that it had to have been me that did something wrong but the only mistake I made was loving the wrong girl” you quickly wipe a tear from your cheek, not wanting alexia to see the pain that she is causing you.

“For months, every time I closed my eyes I saw you with Jenni on your door step kissing”

“We didn’t kiss” Alexia knows she is burying herself a deeper whole but she doesn’t know what to say. The anger and pain you are showing has been building for years, all she can do is stand there and lie hoping that you believe her version of events.

“Alexia listen to me” you take a step forward as if asserting your dominance and small smirk tugs at your lips when Alexia takes a step back, she knew who was in charge in this moment.

“I want you to remember I turned up that night. I could tell you what day it was, what time It was, heck I could even tell you what you were wearing. I know you don’t care about me but at least have some common decency and not lie to my face”

“I didn’t know” it is all alexia can say “She was bringing back her things, she kissed me and I didn’t push her away but you know that”

She had no idea you turned up that night. At least now she knows why you cut her off, she would have done the same thing. 

“I know this is new information for you but it is in the past for me” you voice is eerily calm which worries Alexia all the more.

“I—“

“Y/N the game is about start” Nahikari tells you. 

“I’m coming” 

You leave alexia standing in the middle of the room. 

“She told you didn’t she?” Alexia asks her, it would explain the forward’s reaction earlier, why she is so protective over you.

“No but I knew she loved you. I knew she would never do anything to hurt you” 

Both players go back out to the seats. Alexia wanted to talk to you, she wanted to be near you. She now knew that you didn’t cut her out of your life because you didn’t love her, it was because she made a mistake, she was too focused on her past and it cost her her future. 

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[empressofthewind]

i rewatched the japanese version of the death note musical for the third time today and i just NEED to talk about how well rem’s character arc is done. because my god, her fate is foreshadowed SO well and i love how you can see her feelings for misa developing in real time.

the first song she sings in the musical is "they're only human", and she has a very clear fascination with the idea of love. the line "looking down from above / i'm intrigued by their love" is the most clear indicator of this, but mentions of love are included in various places throughout the song, which establish the theme for rem’s arc. in the beginning, she is fascinated by the concept of love but feels removed from it, believing that love is merely a mortal concept and one that she herself will never experience.

this is then reiterated in her duet with misa, "mortals and fools". misa sings about how wonderful love can be, whilst rem sings about the dangers of it, and asserts that she "never will understand it". in her view, anyone who falls in love must either be a mortal or a fool. this song goes especially hard with the foreshadowing, particularly in the lines "love can make you come alive / or take your life away", and "love makes you break all the rules".

there's a small reprise of this song where ryuk sings most of rem's initial lines, and rem instead sings some of misa's, showing the subtle beginnings of a shift in her attitude. this is where we really see her feelings for misa start to develop, which brings with it the big conflict of her arc - she knows, based on her prior observations, that love only ever ends badly. ryuk even says at the end "rem, don't break the rules", seeing how attached she's already become to misa. side note, i also love how much ryuk and rem interact in the musical. they have great onscreen chemistry and their differing attitudes towards humanity make for a nice contrast.

and rem's final song is "when love comes", which closes out her arc as she accepts that she has fallen in love with misa and starts to consider the possibility that she may need to sacrifice herself ("share a kiss and then surrender / when love comes"). there is also a very tender moment here when L has misa tied up, and rem kneels at her feet and hugs her legs. it's similar to the scene in canon where rem brushes misa's bangs away from her eyes, but takes the tenderness up several notches and it's so so sweet.

there are also so many small moments throughout that show her affection for misa, both through her general protectiveness and physical acts like putting an arm around her or touching her cheek. the way misa’s character is presented as very vulnerable and lost as a result of her parents’ death also helps make rem’s feelings understandable and convincing. when rem first sees her and misa faints, rem comments on how pure she is. it’s like rem is so jaded from her many, many years in the shinigami realm that seeing misa - a young girl with such pure, mortal feelings of love and genuine hope for the world - triggers a protective instinct in her that later blossoms into her own kind of love. but it’s bittersweet, because the reason misa has that hope and love to begin with is because of kira, and he’s the one person rem wants to protect her from most.

#remisa #death note musical

[nytb]

Qualifiers

This is part of the Christmas Challenge🎁. Go check out @httplilyyy's story posted earlier today! And stick around, @putellas11's story will be up shortly!

Unlike most games, this one was extra special for you. The first time you faced a WSL team since you left Chelsea.

This was it. The Champions League anthem blasting in the Di Stefano. 22 players walking into the pitch. 2 teams going up against each other, only one would come out victorious.

Only one would qualify for the Champions League.

Starting off on the bench, you lived the game through the fans. The chants. The atmosphere. It was shaping up to be a great game.

On the pitch, it was quite the different story. A match very much leveled. Two opponents going at each others throats, without a goal to their name.

A Manchester City defense that was very much switched on, keeping players like Esther and Athenea away from clear chances. On the other end, Misa kept Real Madrid in the game, keeping her clean sheet.

Half time came. The scoreline, 0-0.

The manager knew things had to change, so he called upon the bench. Bringing Weir and yourself in for the second half.

Walking out to the tunnel, the Manchester City players saw you ready to be subbed in. Shocked, afraid, scared. You sure knew how to bring back memories from your Chelsea days, the City players sure thought so. But, there was one specific player. One player who seamed to be indifferent. Leila Ouahabi. She was pure eye candy. Looking you up and down, no friendly smile, no affection left for you.

You took your spot in line, ready to run onto the pitch. Ready to kick some ass, but your eyes. Your eyes wondered to the enemy.

"Like the sight huh" bold of Leila, nothing shocking coming from a woman like herself.

Trying to contain the butterflies flying inside your stomach, you left your own sting on the spaniard "Don't worry hun, I'll take it easy on you" winking suggestively at her.

The match sure got more interesting. Real Madrid were playing some of their best football. Attacking from all sides. On the other hand, Manchester City were struggling.

The goal was inevitable. It was coming. But one player kept making the difference when Real Madrid got in front of goal. The number 15: Leila Ouahabi.

The 1v1 between Athenea and Leila wasn't favoring Real Madrid, so the coach made more changes, signaling you to switch over to Athenea's wing.

"Switch with me" an order Athenea didn't fight. Her tango with Leila was costing too much already.

Once again, the defender looked you up and down "And you think that you can get past me". An attempt to throw you off your game.

"Underestimate me. That'll be fun". Famous last words.

Oh and famous they were.

The tango you danced with the Spaniard was merciful. Both of you gave the fans a spectacle, between the dribbles, the slide challenges, the blocked shots: the game was being played on your wing. Once you got your groove on, you were impossible to defend.

Real Madrid's goals came soon after. One after another. 2-0 up and 15 minutes left to go, the duel between the two of you was amazing to watch.

"Not so fun now huh" mocking the defender wasn't a wise idea, but the look. The look she gave you. Something between I want to murder you and I'm taking your clothes off after this.

Manchester City started to wake up again, bringing themselves to score twice in the last minutes of the game. An assist from the defender accompanied by a brace from Deyna.

Sadly, it was too little, too late.

The final whistle blew. Real Madrid 3 - Manchester City 2. A great game indeed. Full of individual battles. A true qualification. Real Madrid had earned their way into the Champions League group stage.

A biter sweet moment for you. Some old colleagues in tears, your new teammates filled with joy.

"You girls will do great in the league" you sat down next to the spaniard, consoling her on the defeat "It was a great match" you added, hoping a smile would creep into the defenders face.

"You were good out there" she replied "Swap jerseys with me?". Now that was unexpected.

Nonetheless, it was a request you weren't willing to turn down. Helping the woman up from the floor, you took your jersey off. The Spaniard's eyes traveled along the curves of your body. Your now exposed abs. The veins on your arms. She got a good look at you.

"Now who's enjoying the sight" you joked grabbing the woman into a hug, getting close enough to whisper "Btw, I look better under hotel room lighting"

Not only did Real Madrid win, but so did you.

Leila Ouhabi sliding into your Instagram dms sure indicated that.

You didn't take long to open the message, an invitation to food. The woman sure knew the way to your heart.

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Tia Tana II

Magdalena Eriksson x Hardersson!Reader

Aitana Bonmatí x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Tia Tana takes you to meet Spain's keepers

Alexia smiles at you as you and Tia Tana approach.

You smile back.

She nudges both of the girls in Keeper shirts. "She's going to be better than both of you when she grows up."

"Huh?"

"This is y/n," Tia Tana introduces," Pernille and Magda's daughter."

"The little girl in the hallway at the final against Chelsea?" One of the non-keeper girls asks," She's grown."

"Kids do that Jenni," Alexia says with an eye roll.

"Yeah but she was so little then and now she's like a teenager."

"I'm still little," You say," Because Morsa and Momma still pick me up."

It's the girl with the tattoos on her arm. She's a very vague figure in your mind. You think she took one of your Ahlgrens Bilar during the break of that match.

"y/n," Tia Tana says," This is Jenni. She used to play for Barca."

"Hi," You say before tilting your head to look at the keepers. They don't look like Zećira or any other keeper you know. But that's okay though because Momma says everyone is different and that's good because otherwise the world would be boring.

"This is Misa," Tia Tana says," She plays for Real Madrid. And Cata, she plays with me and Alexia at Barcelona. And I think you must have seen Ona before too."

"Briefly," Ona confirms," How can I forget the assistant coach of Chelsea?"

You decide that you like Ona. She has a fun accent that's different to Momma and Morsa's when they speak English. She also recognises you as the important person you were for Chelsea and that's important too.

"Used to be," You say," But now we're leaving for Germany to Bayern."

You must make a face because the girls all laugh.

"You don't like Germany?" Jenni asks.

"I like Germany because of Wolfsburg," You say," Bayern's okay, I guess, because they've got a red jersey like Arsenal. Arsenal's my second most favourite. I'm going to play for Arsenal when I'm older."

"As a keeper," Tia Tana continues, adjusting her grip on you. She jerks her chin at Misa and Cata. "That's why she's going to be better than you too."

Misa and Cata laugh and Misa gets a bit closer to give you a fist bump.

"You know," She says," If you really want to be the best keeper in the world, you need to come to Real Madrid. We're the best!"

There's outrage from the rest of the girls and Alexia easily plucks you from Aitana's arms to speak to you. You know it must be important because Momma does this sometimes too.

"Don't listen to Misa," She says," Barcelona's the best and don't let anyone else tell you differently."

You think for a moment. "Daan says Lyon is the best."

There's more outrage.

"Van de Donk thinks Lyon is the best," Alexia says," She's entitled to her own opinion."

"But it's wrong," Cata appears over Alexia's shoulder," Because Barcelona is the best and you should definitely come over and join us when you're older."

You tilt your head to the side as you think. "Tia Tana, is Barcelona good?"

"Very good," Tia Tana promises you.

Misa scoffs and rolls her eyes. "Don't indoctrinate her! She's just a baby!"

"We can't help it if Barcelona outclasses Madrid every match," Jenni chuckles.

"How many El Clásicos have you won again?" Ona teases and Misa shoves her away with an eye roll.

"Watch it, Batlle," She says," You'll see when you come back this year. We've been working on some stuff."

Cata scoffs but doesn't get involved with the little squabble. She strips her gloves. "Here," She says, pressing them into your hands," It's probably poor taste since I just beat your mum with them but, here. Every keeper needs a good set of gloves."

You beam at her. "Thank you!"

"I don't know how you guys came into custody of my baby," Morsa's teasing voice says from behind you," But I'd like to get her back now, please. Pernille would kill me if I let you take her back to Spain."

"I'm sure we could come to an agreement," Tia Tana says, smiling a wide smile at Morsa," Fifty-fifty custody? We've got Frido in Spain too. It's not like she'll forget her Swedish."

"I think Pernille's more worried about her losing her Danish than her Swedish," Morsa says. She takes you from Alexia. "And I'm actually quite fond of her."

"I got new gloves, Morsa," You tell her, holding them up so she can inspect them.

"Very nice, princesse," Morsa says," But I think it's time to say goodbye to your new friends. You look very tired."

A crinkle appears between your brows. "I'm not tired."

"Yes, you are." Morsa's chuckling now. "Come on. If we head back now I promise you can have a sleepover with Frido and Amanda."

You look at her suspiciously. "And I get to bring Rocky?"

Morsa sighs deeply. "Yes, you can bring the rock."

"Okay!"

"Say goodbye."

"Bye!" You wave at the Spanish girls happily, blowing a big kiss for Tia Tana before turning back to Morsa. "Momma lets me have sweeties when I sleep over with the Denmark girls. Can I have sweeties with Frido and Mandy?"

"Can't you just be happy that I'm letting you bring the rock?"

"Rocky would have come anyway. Can I have sweeties?"

"Fine, you can have sweets."

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[femininefutbol]

el clásico

transferred/modified from my wattpad

prompt: you and aitana bonmatí were childhood best friends but haven't seen each other since you were younger due to you moving away without any warning

word count: 3.4k 

a/n: i’m thinking of transferring some of my wattpad imagines over to here. if you have read it before sorry there will be new stuff soon, if you haven’t i hope you enjoy it :)

-

"Madrid are playing their new striker today" Patri mentions casually as herself the rest of the Barcelona squad are on the team bus to make their way to Santiago Bernabéu Stadium for the first leg of the Champions League semi-finals.

"What's her name? She only signed a few weeks ago right? She was a free agent? Never played professionally before?" Claudia asks a range of questions curiously, seemingly already knowing a lot about the new Real Madrid player.

"(Y/N)?" Patri states in a hesitant tone, not sure she actually knows the player's name.

"Did you say (Y/N)? What's her surname?" Aitana asks curiously, suddenly rather interested in the conversation.

"Ummmm" Patri drags out scrolling to the top of the article she is reading to find the name of this new player, "(Y/N) (Y/L/N)"

"Oh it's not her" Aitana whispers to herself.

"You know her?" Patri questions, having noticed the odd reaction Aitana had to the name.

"No, I had a childhood friend with the same first name but she had a different surname," Aitana explains, a small smile tugging at her lips as she remembers her childhood best friend.

-

"Tana pass here" You call out to your best friend Aitana, the two of you are young thirteen year olds playing together for the CF Cubelles mixed youth team.

Aitana does as you ask sending a beautiful pass up which allows you to score the teams first goal of the game, sending the team up in the 89th minute, "(Y/N/N) goooaaaal" Aitana screams at you as you cup your ears, your signature celebration, before you run directly into Aitana's arms.

Play continues for a few minutes before the final whistle is blown, CF Cubelles winning 1-0 due to the link up from the only two girls on the team.

"Beautiful shot (Y/N/N)" Aitana smiles widely at you.

"Beautiful assist tana" You smile back at Aitana, hugging her tightly, the two of you extremely excited at how the final minutes of the game played out.

The two of you seperate, Aitana making her way over to her mum who was at the game to watch her play, “you played so well nena" Aitana's mother kisses the top of her head. The little girl smiles brightly, super happy with the praise from her mum and the wonderful game she played.

-

"Hello, Aitana, are you listening?" Patri waves her hands wildly in front of Aitana in an attempt to make her pay attention.

"Hmm, yeah what?" Aitana responds, snapping out her thoughts about her childhood best friend that she so dearly misses.

"We're at the stadium" Patri points out the window, emphasising the fact that they have come to a stop and are at the Real Madrid stadium.

"That we are, let's go" she smiles, getting up quickly and making her way off the bus before anyone has time to ask what she was busy thinking about.

-

"Hey (Y/N), you are Catalan right?" your closest friend at Real Madrid, Misa asks as the two of you make your way into the stadium.

"Born and raised" you put on a fake smile, not wanting any of your new teammates to catch on to the fact that your childhood wasn't the greatest.

"Do you know any of the Barça players?" Misa asks curiously, assuming that if you grew up playing football while living close to Barcelona there is a chance you would know at least one of the younger players on the team.

"I grew up playing with Aitana Bonmatí" you shrug casually, hoping your response is enough for Misa and that you can swiftly move on from the current conversation. "How about you? You play with them on the national team right? I've heard the rumours about you and Leila" you wiggle your eyebrows.

"Those rumours are just rumours and obviously I know a lot of the Barça players but that isn't interesting, everyone knows that. Now tell me more about you and Aitana" Misa responds, doing just what you hoped she wouldn't and focusing on what you had said instead of just moving on.

"There's not much to it, we played together until I moved to Madrid when I was thirteen, we weren't very close or anything, just teammates" you lie.

"You think she will remember you when she sees you today?" Misa questions.

"Probably not, like I said we weren't that close and I've changed a lot" you answer honestly.

You don’t expect Aitana to remember you seeing as you just randomly left one day with no explanation. In your heart you hope Aitana remembers you, everyday since you left you have missed the small Barcelona native but in your head you remain sure that Aitana just moved on with her life and completely forgot that the two of you were ever even friends.

Your last ever day in Barcelona was spent at your local team's football match, the very same match the Aitana remembers fondly to this day, the one where you were able to score in the final minute gaining the win for your team. The only difference is that you have never been able to look back on that day fondly seeing as it was the day that ruined your entire life.

-

You walk back to the clubhouse after the game rather than making your way over to the sidelines like the other kids do. You know very well that your parents would never choose to watch their daughter play football seeing as they don't support women playing a 'men's' sport, so there is never anyone at your games to support you.

"Tortillera” (D*ke) one of the boys from the other team calls out to you, laughing with his friends as he walks past, you pause for a brief second, you had heard your parents use that word to refer to you when they assumed you were asleep for the night but you don't know what it means. You decide that you will ask your parents what it means once you get home.

You make quick work of changing back into your dress and putting your football gear into the coaches office seeing as you would get in trouble if your parents found out that you were playing football instead of studying at the library like you said you were going to do.

"(Y/N/N) do you want to come to lunch with me and my mamá?" Aitana asks sweetly, grinning at you in hopes it will convince you to spend more time with her.

"Sorry Tana I have to get home" you apologise.

"Oh okay. Well bye (Y/N/N), I love you, see you at school tomorrow!" Aitana makes quick work of hugging you before making her way back over to her mum. 

"Bye Tana, I love you too" you respond, giggling quietly to yourself as your best friend wildly waves goodbye while she runs back over to her mum.

You make your way home, greeting your parents in the living room as you come through.

"Hola, mamá, papi, I have a question" you proclaim sweetly, the action not being out of the ordinary for you as you have always been quite inquisitive.

"What is it (Y/N)?" your mother asks, not even taking a second to look in your direction.

"What does tortillera mean?" you ask innocently, both your parents immediately look in your direction. 

"Where did you hear that?" your father asks sternly.

"I saw it in a book I was reading?" you're not the best liar so you immediately turn red, easily giving you up. 

"Why do you have dirt on your knees?" your mother asks in horror, coming to the realisation that you were not at the library but instead you spent your day playing football.

"I fell over when I was walking home" you lie again, your face even more red as you feel the pressure of lying to your parents.

"You were playing football weren't you? Did someone call you a tortillera?" your mum disguises her voice, the anger being taken over by a false concern.

"Um yes" you answer in a hushed whisper.

"That's it, you are going to live with your Tia in Madrid" your father states, the decision seeming like one they have been considering for awhile.

"What no?! I will stop, I promise, I don't want to leave" you cry, having your whole world ripped from around you with no idea why it is happening.

-

You are brought back to your current surroundings as Misa wipes a stray tear from your cheek.

"Are you okay (Y/N/N)?" Misa asks, not quite understanding why you are suddenly crying.

"Yeah yeah, I just got something in my eye" you rub your eyes harshly, attempting to prove to Misa that you aren’t lying.

"Alright, if you say so" Misa responds skeptically.

That is where your conversation ends, as you reach the locker room and go your seperate ways to prepare for the game.

-

The two teams line up on the field, listening to the Champions League anthem. You look around the stadium in awe, it is your first ever professional game of football and it seems like a dream that you are even going to play. You gave up on being a professional footballer years ago so it is all very exciting yet overwhelming for you.

Once the anthem is over the two teams are required to shake hands, it is all going smoothly until you are stood in front of Aitana.

"(Y/N)?" Aitana asks. from her earlier conversation genuinely didn't believe that the new real madrid player could be the (Y/N) she knew when she was younger so seeing you standing right here in front of her has her in complete shock.

"Goodluck" you state, quickly moving on to the next player in the lineup, you can't bring herself to even look back at Aitana, knowing that it would likely throw you off your game.

Things heat up when only eight minutes into the game as Real Madrid player Esther dribbles between three Barcelona players. She manages to lay off the ball to you, taking one swift touch to the ball you drill it into the right corner of the goal putting the El Clásico favourites behind, one goal to nil.

You immediately celebrate with what has always been known as your signature goal celebration, the cupping of your ears. When you were younger it signified that while all the boys playing around you spoke down on you playing because you were a girl you were still the one putting away goals. Today in the quarterfinals of the Champions League the celebration signifies many different things. The fact that you scored the first goal against all odds for Real Madrid. The fact that you scored your first ever professional goal. The fact that you scored while the boys you scored against are likely nowhere near as successful. Most importantly the fact that you are living your dream despite everything your parents did to stop you.

This goal celebration means the entire world to you and even though your childhood best friend has just had to watch her team go a goal down in the quarterfinals the smile on her face doesn't wavier as she proudly remembers you constantly talking about how you were going to make it pro one day and now here you are.

The next piece of memorable action is in the thirty-first minute, Aitana taps the ball a touch too heavily leaving it open for you to play forward, this doesn't last though as Aitana quickly swoops in, side-tackling you and clipping your shin. This action causes you to fall to the ground in pain and sees Aitana earn a yellow card for her action.

You receive some medical treatment while Aitana clearly worries about you from a relatively far distance, not wanting her presence to throw off the game of either of you.

The game continues and Barcelona are able to make up for the goal scored by you within the first ten minutes of the second half and add another two with no other major moments for you or Aitana.

-

After the game Aitana shakes the hands of her teammates and Real Madrid players, but it is all just formalities until she reaches the girl she has had her eye on since she was substituted off.

"(Y/N)" Aitana states simply, it's rather obvious by this point that she is fully aware that the girl she just played against is her childhood best friend.

"Hi Tana" you reply with a small smile.

"Dont 'hi Tana' me! You have some explaining to do" Aitana responds in a harsher tone than even she expected. without missing a beat she pulls you into a bone-crushing hug, not particularly willing to let go.

"I know Tana, I know but not now okay? I've missed you so much you know" you respond, holding Aitana's face in your hands momentarily to make sure the moment is actually real before pulling the shorter catalan girl back into another hug.

"I have missed you a lot too (Y/N/N), please can we see each other again soon to catch up properly?" Aitana basically begs her childhood friend.

"We will see each other again soon enough, Camp Nou ring any bells?" you joke.

"You seriously haven't changed a bit. Of course I will see you at Camp Nou but after that, how about I take you out to dinner?" Aitana asks hopefully.

"Okay dinner sounds good, I guess it will make up for not getting lunch with you the day before I left Barcelona" you state hoping that the joke will land, it would be rather awkward if Aitana just didn't remember the last day that you two had seen each other before you left.

"I think it will take more than one dinner to make up for you not getting that lunch with me, especially since this is the first time I've seen you since then" aitana shamelessly flirts with you.

"I guess seeing you more often wouldn't be so horrible" you smile brightly, secretly extremely excited that Aitana wants to spend more time with you again.

"So that means you are already agreeing to a second date?" Aitana smiles back.

"Woah dates? Tana get to know a girl first" you dramatically state, drawing the attention of some of your teammates who may have been secretly attempting to overhear your conversation in order to find out what is going on.

"I knew I liked you back when we were thirteen (Y/N/N), I’m pretty confident now that I'd like to go on dates with you" Aitana admits with a small blush, she hopes that the feelings are reciprocated and that she isn't just embarrassing herself in front of her crush that she hasn't seen in over ten years.

"Yeah I liked you too, it was part of the reason I got sent away to Madrid" you reply casually, a look of horror crossing Aitana's face, "It's okay Tana, everything worked out and as it happens I am also pretty confident that I'd like to go on dates with you"

"Ahh okay, so dinner next week after the camp nou game?" Aitana asks.

"Lock it in, don't be surprised if I'm super grumpy if we lose though" you respond.

"You were always a bad sport when we lost" Aitana laughs, remembering how hard you would be on yourself and the team anytime you lost.

"Hey! I've matured, I wouldn't be a bad sport but I would be kind of upset, the Champions League is sort of a big deal you know" you pout jokingly.

"I am aware, anyway, I think someone is looking for you" Aitana points in the direction of Misa who is standing near the tunnel with a small smirk on her face.

"It does seem that way, see you next week Tana" you kiss Aitana's cheek, a moment that doesn't go unnoticed by anyone. You then hug the small Barcelona player tightly.

"See you then (Y/N/N), you better not disappear on me like last time" Aitana hugs you back, probably for a little too long but she doesn't want to let go, knowing that the last time she did she lost her best friend.

"I promise you will be seeing a lot more of me" you wink before jogging off to catch up with Misa, who you already know will be teasing you about the situation for weeks to come.

-

"You lied to me earlier" Misa informs you as you reach the tunnel.

"No I didn't" you argue, knowing that you most definitely did.

"Really? because that didn't look like you catching up with someone who was 'just a teammate' from over ten years ago" Misa explains, having seen and heard parts of your conversation she is well aware that the connection you and Aitana had was likely pretty significant.

"Okay maybe we were a little closer than that" you explain, still not informing her just how close the two of you were in your youth.

"Yeah, like how close? Honest answer this time" Misa glares at you slightly to ensure that you will tell the truth.

"We had been best friends since we were three" you explain defeatedly as you hadn't exactly wanted to let many people in Madrid know things about her childhood in Barcelona.

"That makes sense, when she first saw you she literally looked like she had found buried treasure. She was very upset when she realised her mistimed tackle was on you. ooo and-" Misa goes on to continue talking about more ways that Aitana had interacted with you during that game as being a goalkeeper gives her a good perspective of the game.

"Okay I get it, yes we were best friends and it was nice to see her again but that's all that happened so please leave all your 'she looked at you like you were the brightest star in the night sky' stuff for the fanfictions" you sigh.

"You know people are actually probably going to write that about you two now, you weren't very subtle with the tight hugs, blushes and the kiss on the cheek" Misa wiggles her eyebrows this time, making it clear that she wouldn't believe that the two of you are going to stay just friends.

"Nothing was happening" you proclaim.

"You are going on a date with her" Misa states confidently.

"How did you know that?" you ask defensively.

Misa cracks up laughing, almost falling over in the process, "I didn't, I just guessed but now you can't hide anything from me, I know too much"

"I hate you, you know" you sigh, pushing Misa's shoulder lightly before walking back into the tunnel to go to the locker room, an excited Misa just follows you back, smiling as if she had just won the lottery.

Aitana is across the field, too caught up in staring at you to realise that the rest of her teammates are making their way back to the tunnel as well.

"Stop drooling" Patri laughs as she walks past, the sudden voice snaps Aitana out of her thoughts.

"I wasn't drooling" Aitana whines, catching up with Patri so the two of them can walk back together.

"So, she is the girl you knew when you were younger?" Patri asks, knowing fairly well that you indeed are, as she had no issues overhearing the conversation between the two.

"Yeah she is, she just changed her surname" Aitana explains.

"And you have a crush on her" Patri states.

Aitana stops in her tracks causing Patri to turn around and stare at her, "Why do you say that?" Aitana asks.

"Because you literally told her that you do" Patri responds matter of factually.

"You were listening to our conversation?" Aitana asks in horror, having assumed that everyone else was too busy with what they were doing to pay attention to the two of you.

"Obviously, most of us were, how else would we get the hot gossip?" Patri giggles slightly.

"Great" Aitana sighs, "Well you can help me plan the date then" she decides that if everyone is going to know about her and you they may as well help make it happen.

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KNIGHT’S MASTERLIST OF ONE-SHOT WORKS

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TWICE: Book Of One-Shots x Reader

SET 1

1.) Nayeon x Reader - "Save Your Tears"

2.) Jeongyeon x Reader- "New Roommate"

3.) Momo x Reader- "Still In Disbelief"

4.) Sana x Reader- “Someone To Love”

5.) Jihyo x Reader- “Last Waltz”

6.) Mina x Reader- “Stuck With You”

7.) Dahyun x Reader- “Less Than Zero”

8.) Chaeyoung x Reader- “The Girl Who Sketch On A Bench”

9.) Tzuyu x Reader- “132″

10.) TWICE x Reader- “Doughnut”: PART 1

SET 2

11.) Nayeon x Reader- “When Fantasy Just Got Real”

12.) Jeongyeon x Reader- “The Only Exception”

13.) Momo x Reader- “Nobody’s Love”

14.) TWICE x Reader- “Doughnut”: PART 2

15.) Sana x Reader- “My Wonderful Last”

16.) Jihyo x Reader- “Lost”

17.) Mina x Reader- “The Other Side”

18.) TWICE x Reader- “Doughnut”: PART 3

19.) Dahyun x Reader- “It Was Always You”

20.) Chaeyoung x Reader- “Stay By My Side”

21.) Tzuyu x Reader- “Since I Found You”

22.) TWICE x Reader- “Doughnut”: PART 4

SET 3

23.) Nayeon x Reader- “Out Of Time”

24.) Jeongyeon x Reader- “Until I Found You”

25.) Momo x Reader- “Silent Peach”

26.) TWICE x Reader- “Doughnut”: PART 5

27.) Sana x Reader- “The Multiversal Redemption Arc”

28.) Jihyo x Reader- “Push & Pull”

29.) Mina x Reader- "Unconditionally"

30.) TWICE x Reader- “Doughnut”: PART 6

31.) Dahyun x Reader - “Soulmate Forever”

32.) Chaeyoung x Reader- “Wish You Were Real”

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55.) Chaeyoung x M Reader - “Sacrifice” 56.) Chaeyoung x F Reader - “Something Just Like This” 

57.) Tzuyu x M/F Reader - “A Depressing Resemblance” SET 6 58.) Nayeon x M/F Reader - “No Problem” 59.) Jeongyeon x M/F Reader - “Won’t Go Home Without You” 60.) [ONE-SHOT SPECIAL] Jeongyeon x M/F Reader - “You’re Beautiful” 61.) Momo x M Reader - “Crazy Stupid Love” 62.} TWICE x M Reader - “Cry For Me” : PART 3 63.) Sana x M/F Reader -  “I Want It That Way”

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3.) [SMUT] TWICE Momo x Male Reader - “A Steamy Post- Action”

4.) [SMUT] TWICE Sana x Male Reader - “You Can Watch, But Do Not Touch... Unless I Consent You So” 5.) [SMUT] TWICE Jihyo x Male Reader - “Eyes On The Prize” 6.) [SMUT] TWICE Mina x Male Reader - “House Of Balloons”

7.) [SMUT] TWICE Dahyun x Male Reader - “Conquered By An Abomination” 8.) [SMUT] TWICE Chaeyoung x Male Reader - “Blessing In Disguise” 9.) [SMUT] TWICE Tzuyu x Male Reader - “First Time”

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- CHAPTER 8

... and more upcoming chapters. The Tale Of The Bloodline (TWICE MiSaMo [Mina, Sana and Momo] x Male Reader]: TWICE Fanfic 

- CHAPTER 1: “Help Wanted” - CHAPTER 2: “Defend In Honor” - CHAPTER 3: “The Honorary Muse” - CHAPTER 4: “The Bloodline’s Expectations” - CHAPTER 5: “The Newest Addition” - CHAPTER 6: “The Fighting Machine”

- CHAPTER 7: “Double Coronation”

- CHAPTER 8: “Authorized For Responsibility”

- CHAPTER 9: “The Reason Why”

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[truuly25]

Crazy teenagers - Aitana Bonmatí

-Hey Y/N, ready for the match?- Misa asked me, she's my teammate and actually my best friend on the team.

-Yeah, I'm willing to see our national teammates- I replied with a light smile.

-You only want to see Aitana...- She replied with a mischievous smile.

-And you only want to see Leila...- I responded trying not to laugh.

I've known Aitana since we were little, we grown up in the same town, we've always played together, until the day that Aitana recived a Barça offer when we were 14 y/o.

Flashback

-Y/N... I have to tell you something...-Aitana told me with a sad face.

-Tell me, you know you can tell me anything.

-I got an offer from an amazing team...

-Barça, isn't it? It's totally normal, you are amazing.

-Yeah... But I don't know if I should accept it, I don't wanna let you alone in here...

-Aitana, don't worry about me, we will keep seeing each other, you will still live here don't you?

-Yes, but it won't be the same as it was.

-It doesn't matter, the first thing you should be thinking of is you and your future, I just wanna be by your sidein everything you do, and if that is you being at Barça and me here we do that and it's totally fine.

-Thanks for cheer me up Y/N.

In this moment we stared at eachother in the eyes, we were few centimeters apart, I was dying to kiss her, but I wasn't sure if she wanted to, I didn't want to take risks.

It was at this moment that Aitana said the words that I needed to listen.

-Y/N, I want to kiss you so bad right now...

-Then do it, don't be scared.

We melted into a clumsy kiss, typical of 14-year-old girls that haven't had their first kiss, but for me, It was the most beautiful kiss I've ever given.

-Aitana, I like you, so much, it started long ago but I didn't want to told you.

-I feel the same, babe.

End of flashback

A couple of uears later Levante made me am offer and I began playing there, at the moment Aitana and I weren't at a good place, she was so focused on football and not failing the exams, she left me aside, so the offer from Levante was the best thing that could've happen me.

I went to Levante thinking that it was the best, but we had a huge discussion with Aitana, she told me that I didn't think about her to take the decision, I understood her a little but I couldn't stay all my life in the town team.

After 2 years at Levante I decides to break up with Aitana, it was awful but I had to do it, then a yera later I received a huge offer from Real Madrid, they wanted me to be the leader of the nee project they were doing, I didn't doubt on accept that. Now it's been 2 years being the leader of the team and I'm so proud of what we've done.

With Aitana we decided to keep a cordial relationship, because we have to see eachother at camp and we didn't want bad vibes between us or the team. I still am so in love with her, but it isn't good to have the relationship we had, we hurt eachother very much.

The matchday arrived, semi-finals of the Champions Leaugue at home, before the game I looked briefly at Aitana, she responded with a light smile.

When the match was over I went to greet her.

-Hey Aitana, good game.

-Hey Y/N, do you think that naybe the next week after the match we can talk?

-Mmmm... yes, sure, about what?

-I still am in love with you Y/N...

-Okey it's fine, we talk in a week.

I left her with the words in the mouth, I prefer to do that after the match next week, because I'm a little shocked right now.

Author note: Sorry for mistakes, english is not my first langueage, also there will be a part 2, thanks for reading

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