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Sick and taking care // Ona Batlle
a/n: based off this request. Sorry, it’s kinda short!
Rapid knocking on your front door woke you up.
You hoped the knocking would just stop but it didn’t - it only got louder and more penetrating. With a groan, you got out of bed, head pounding, nose and cheeks red yet still looking pale.
"Hello?" you opened the door, wearing a big hoodie, fluffy socks and a blanket wrapped around your body.
You felt awful. The whole night you‘d been throwing up, sneezes and coughs leaving your throat every 2 minutes as your nose ran uncontrollably.
"Hi" the defender rushed out, entering your home with a bowl in her hand, "Ale told me you‘re not feeling well"
A sneeze left your body, signaling the brunette that you were indeed sick. "Is this why you didn’t answer my texts?- doesn‘t matter. I made you soup"
"Ona, what‘re you doing?" you asked as she walked around your home like she owned it. "Taking care of you" she smiled, gently guiding you to the couch. Placing a pillow under your head she made sure you were comfortable as she covered every inch downwards your head with the blanket.
"I‘ll heat up the soup" she stated as she walked in the kitchen, your exhausted body laying the couch. It didn‘t take long for to you to doze off and eventually to fall in a deep slumber. When she saw your sleeping figure on the couch, she turned around halfway and brought the soup back into the kitchen. Instead she cleaned around the house, throwing away the takeout box and filled the dishwasher.
After she had cleaned around a little, she took a seat at the end of the couch, scrolling through her phone mindlessly, every now and then looking at you - getting lost in your beauty (you still looked stunning even though you were sick)
An hour later, you woke up again, brown eyes staring at you as you slowly sat up. Nasty coughs escaped your throat and Ona was quick to hand you a glass of water. You refused as you weren‘t the biggest fan of tap water. "Amor, drink" she pushed your legs gently off as she scooted closer, the glass in her hand. "Small sips" she demanded in a tone of voice that would have made you do anything she wanted. You drank a few sips - not too much yet enough for Ona to accept it.
"Did you eat anything today?"
You shook your head as it fell against Onas shoulder, "not hungry" you mumbled.
"At least try the soup? It‘s mamás recipe" her hand went to the back of your head, scratching it gently as you nodded softly, lifting your head.
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The sweet heart Ona was, she took the spoon in her hand, guiding it to your mouth as you sipped it. It wasn‘t to hot nor to cold - it was perfect. Like Ona, you thought.
The two of you danced around your feelings ever since you met one another. You started off as team mates, then friends and now best friends, even if the both of you wanted more than just being friends. While Ona had thought about confessing her feelings, you admired in your own little world. She never did confess her feelings though, never the right time to do so.
After a while, the bowl was empty, your eyelids heavy as again many coughs left your throat, nose running.
Ona grumbled as she felt your forehead, "your fever still hasn‘t gone down"
In responds, you just shrugged your shoulders, why would she care? It was weird that she was here anyways, and taking care of you. You used to be on your own, fight every illness on your own, every unwell-being.
It used to be you against the world.
So why was she here?
"Let‘s get you to bed" in your thoughts, you obliged, following her into your bedroom. "Lay down" she ordered, softly - you did as she wished. She tucked you in, making sure you were safely wrapped up in the blanket as she sat beside you, "I'm going to go to the pharmacy and get a few things for you."
"why are you doing this?"
Confused, she looked at you, "What? Doing what?"
"This," you pulled your arm out of her burrito-blanket-wrap, gesticulating around your room, her and yourself, "taking care of me"
"Well, you‘re sick" she replied, not looking you in the eyes.
"Ona…"
"You‘re my friend" her brows furrowed, unintentionally, something they only did the way they did now when she was lying.
"a friend?" you asked, your own heart slightly hurt at her saying. Friends? Friends.
"no…much more than that, actually" she whispered, closing her eyes as she inhaled sharply. Was this the right time to confess? It didn’t matter, she did it anyway - it just bubbled out of her, not much thoughts behind her answer.
Since years, you were more than just a friend to her.
You were everything,
the person who would never judge her,
the girl who supported her unconditionally,
the lover she never had.
Your hand found her thigh as you sat up, "look at me" you demanded - she did.
"more than a friend?"
Were you making fun of her? Why would you do that? She felt vulnerable, exposed. Hurt flashed through her body, "if you don‘t feel the same just say it but don‘t make fun of me" she scowled, about to get up. "I‘m not making fun of you!" you rasped, trying to clear your throat, a bunch of coughs leaving your body. The defender was quick to hold up a glass of water as you drank it in a matter of seconds. Your whole face was red, eyes glossy as you tried to gargle away the ache in your throat. When the water was swallowed, you spoke again, "I’m not used to have someone to take care of me"
With one hand, she cupped your cheek, thumb caressing over it as she whispered, "if you let me, you‘ll forever have someone"
A wide smile covered on your face, heart swooning at her statement. Forever was long but with Ona not long enough.
"I would kiss you right now if I wasn‘t sick" you laughed, always straightforward.
"Well, I’m taking care of you, you‘ll be well again soon - I’ll wait" she winked, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
She left the room shortly after, ready to get you some medicine. Her thoughts were consumed by you, you kissing her, you wanting to kiss her. Subconsciously, her steps to the pharmacy became faster and faster, she couldn't wait for you to get well again.
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#ona batlle#ona batlle x reader#woso fanfics#woso x reader#woso#barcelona femeni x reader#barça femeni#barca femeni#fc barcelona femeni#barcelona femeni#barca women#barcelona women#spawnt
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I do find a lot of amusement in the way so many wwc fans are like 'I hate both finals teams' but like for the Spanish it's bc of mistreatment of the players/abusive coaching and for the England team it's literally just that they hate seeing English people happy
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Semifinals
Out of the 32 original teams, only four teams are left, split into two semifinals: Spain v. Sweden, and Australia v. England. This is the culmination of three weeks of joy, passion, and heartbreak…and some really good soccer. These teams have all found their grooves, their momentum, and there is so much on the line now that everyone will be giving it their all. At this point, I don’t know what else I can say about these teams, but I went back through each team’s journey so far to look at the results so far in the tournament.
Spain, FIFA ranked 7
Won 3-0 over Costa Rica
Won 5-0 over Zambia
Lost 4-0 to Japan
Won 5-1 over Switzerland
Won 2-1 over Netherlands
Sweden, FIFA ranked 3
Won 2-1 over South Africa
Won 5-0 over Italy
Won 2-0 over Argentina
Won in penalties over USA
Won 2-1 over Japan
Australia, FIFA ranked 10
Won 1-0 over Republic of Ireland
Lost 3-2 to Nigeria
Won 4-0 over Australia
Won 2-0 over Denmark
Won in penalties over France
England, FIFA ranked 4
Won 1-0 over Haiti
Won 1-0 over Denmark
Won 6-1 over China
Won in penalties over Nigeria
Won 2-1 over Colombia
I think that both games could go either way, and it would be arrogant and stupid on my part to try and predict anything from here on out. It is a guarantee that we will have a brand-new champion; none of these teams have won a world cup before. England and Sweden have gotten to the semifinals and won medals before, but Spain and Australia are at this point for the first time in program history.
One thing that most people won’t know is that the players on these teams have all played together on club teams, becoming friends, and even dating. England’s Lucy Bronze and Keira Walsh play in Barcelona with nine of Spain’s players, and Sweden’s Fridolina Rolfo. Australia’s Steph Catley and Caitlin Foord play for Arsenal with England’s Lotte Wubben-Moy, while Australia’s Sam Kerr plays for Chelsea with four players from England, and three players from Sweden. No matter which teams go through, players will witness their friends and colleagues triumphs and losses–a bittersweet end to a world cup that has been full of rich, new, powerful experiences.
#woso#uswnt#women's world cup#womens soccer#wwc 2023#world cup#auswnt#spawnt#engwnt#swewnt#sweden#australia#england#spain#matildas#lionesses#barcelona femeni#chelsea
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#alexia putellas#spawnt#wwc 2023#wwc23#futfem#futbol femenino#fcb femení#women's football#woso#wallpaper#wallpaper football
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Italy made (3)-0 🤩
Spain made (4)-3 🤩
#Azzurre#Itawnt#italy wnt#Nazionale femminile#Calcio femminile#Woso#women's football#women's soccer#spawnt#spain wnt
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thank you, again 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
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Silent Treatment // Ona Batlle
a/n: based off this request. Hope you enjoy it :D
You were talking to Ana-Maria, one of your closest friends at Barcelona as Ona showed up. She had a wrinkle between her brows, a sign that she‘s mad or concentrated but If she was concentrated her tongue would stick out too which wasn‘t the case. The spaniard went immediately to Aitana, not sparing you a glance. You frowned yet not giving it too much thought. Maybe she didn‘t see you.
Spoiler: she did see you and ignored you, who would‘ve thought.
Practice wasn't too exhausting, it was mostly in the gym due the intense sessions you had the last few days.
As you finished your exercise you saw your girlfriend standing next to the medicine ball about to do her next exercise. Quickly, you walked over to her, "hey, do you wanna grab some food later? There is this new little restaurant" you asked. The spaniard didn‘t answer, just walking past you as she brushed you off. Helplessly, you looked around, Ana reacting with a shrug. Your palms started to get sweaty as your breathing got faster. You hated it when people ignored you, especially If it was your girlfriend, she had never done it before.
Being ignored had always stressed you out. It started early in your childhood. If you did something wrong, your parents would punish you by ignoring you for days if not weeks. They weren't the nicest parents but made sure there was food on the table and that you had everything you needed. Their punishment was for sure questionable, you still suffered from it.
You hated silence, it made you feel ignored - punished. When you had your own apartment, the radio played 24/7. Music was constantly playing in the car and when you were somewhere else where you didn't know if it was going to be quiet, you always had two pairs of headphones with you, in case one pair wouldn’t work. But sounds like birds chirping, leaves rustling in the wind or other people’s conversation calmed you down. You loved these kind of noises.
Silence was your biggest enemy.
Again, Ona was talking to Aitana as they did the drill together. Ona was upset about something, gesticulating out of rage while Aitana tried to calm her down - with no success. You were standing lost in the middle of the gym as your teammates looked confused at you, your eyes drained on your girlfriend, her friend sending you a mean glare. Your thumb started to count your fingers, a habit of yours. You‘re getting anxious.
Thumb to index finger.
Thumb to middle finger.
Thumb to ring finger.
Thumb to pinkie.
And the other way around.
The next time you saw the brunette alone was in the changing room, your teammates were still outside while Ona went to grab something. You followed her.
"Ona?"
She was startled, her hand resting above her heart as she breathed loudly, "Is everything alright?" Without even acknowledging you, she walked right past you. Again. Grumbling angrily under her breath she marched out of the locker room, leaving you alone. In silence.
Your mind was spinning, what did you do wrong? Why was she ignoring you? Was she about to break up with you?
Thumb to index finger.
Thumb to middle finger.
Thumb to ring finger.
Thumb to pinkie.
Not liking the silence you left, your studs making noises on the tiles.
"Did she say something?" the swiss international asked as you joined the group again. You shook your head as reply. "It‘s gonna be fine" pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, she hugged you. What you didn't know was that Ona was watching you closely, feeling jealous but not jealous of Ana. She knew she’s like a big sister to you.
When training was called to an end, everybody made their way to the changing room and showers. "Do I see you at home?" you tried one last time, not much hope left that she would answer. As she looked away you had your answer, you grabbed your bag, said a loud goodbye to the girls and left.
Why wasn‘t she talking to you?
The whole way home you thought about what you could have done wrong, the music only playing very quietly in the background, almost inaudible.
As you arrived at home, you dropped your bag on the floor, not caring If it was in the way. You sat down at the kitchen table but didn‘t turn on the radio like you normally would when Ona wasn‘t there. You sat there in silence, accepting your punishment.
Ona was mad at you - you must get punished.
Your brain was working overtime, your mind was spinning, your anxiety got worse and your heart felt pain.
Thumb to index finger.
Thumb to middle finger.
Thumb to ring finger.
Thumb to pinkie.
Two hours later, Ona finally came home. She had expected to hear music, instead there was silence. A strange feeling came over her. Are you not at home?
You heard the keys in the lock but didn't turn around. Ona would ignore you anyway. When she entered your home the silence was loud, too loud. Your girlfriend stared at your back, slowly taking off her shoes. You heard her walking further into the room, the silence gone. For once you didn't know if that was a good sign.
"Are you breaking up with me?"
Silence.
She stopped in her tracks. "¿Qué?", it was the first time you heard her voice this day, it was as beautiful as always.
You couldn't take it anymore, you started crying. Your body shook violently, her heart aching seeing you like this. "Mi amor," with a few quick steps she was beside you, her hands pulling yours out of your face "no, no, no" she said as she placed herself on your lap. "But-"
"I‘m an idiot"
"You ignored me the whole day, why?" you looked so sad, the spaniard wanted to slap herself. Why didn‘t she talk to you? "I don‘t like being ignored"
The defender wanted to slap herself twice as hard. She knew about your childhood but she was too caught up in her anger that she forgot how ignoring you made you feel. "lo siento, mi amor, i was just so angry"
"At me?"
"Sí, lo siento" your crying had stopped but why was she angry at you? Your hands were resting on your stomach, not knowing if you should touch her or if you wanted to touch her. "Why?"
She sighed, leaning her forehead against yours, "Last night, you didn‘t give me a good night kiss and this morning I had to wake up alone. I feel like ever since i’m back I just live in your home. That you liked our long distance relationship more" she admitted.
Ona and you‘ve been a couple since two and a half years. You met at United, her first season while it was your last.
Since you were little you wanted to play for Barcelona and as they approached you, you couldn’t reject them. Your transfer to Barca was settled. However, that wasn't a reason for you to break up, her plan was to return home anyways at some point - which she now did.
It felt surreal to you. She was back here, in your arms, "I‘m sorry. This is all so new to me. We live together, I've never lived with anyone before and I need to get used to the fact that you're really here. Sometimes i‘m afraid when I wake up that you‘re not here. That you’re back in Manchester. I‘m sorry for making you feel like I don‘t want you here. Because I do, I really do."
Her hands caressed your cheeks, your hands finding their way around her torso, wanting to feel her touch. You looked in her eyes, then to her lips and back to her eyes. You wanted to kiss her. "I‘m not going anywhere." she declared as you leaned forward, connecting your lips for the first time since yesterday.
The kiss was soft and gentle, unspoken words spoken. "Te amo" the spaniard whispered as her lips ghosted over yours, about to re-connect them.
"I love you too"
That night, Ona promised herself that she would never ignore you again, she loved you too much to see you cry.
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#ona batlle#ona batlle x reader#woso#woso x reader#man utd women#woso fanfics#barcelona women#ana maria crnogorcevic#fcb femení#fc barcelona femeni#barcelona femeni x reader#barcelona femeni#barca femeni#spawnt
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#woso#nwsl#auswnt#wleague#uswnt#wwc 2023#fa wsl#barclays wsl#wsl#engwnt#brawnt#gerwnt#swewnt#canwnt#spawnt#dutch wnt#frawnt
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Adios Vilda, que tengas una carrera mediocre en otro lado
QUE VIVAAAAAAAAAA LA PATRIAAAAAA! LAS PATRIAS? NO SE, PERO QUE VIVA!
No more fuckface Vilda, no more idiot Abadia. Now here's hoping that whoever replaces Abadia isn't an even bigger fucknuts, and that Montse isn't going to bring more of the same RFEF fuckery but with a women at the helm this time.
For now, this is exactly how I received the news!
#yes the chocolate dance from psych#no shame#psych tv#jorge vilda#nestor abadia#montse tome#espwnt#spawnt#colwnt#colombia wnt#spain wnt#woso#anon asks#anonymous asks#anon answered
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When I see some people saying that it's okay Rubiales is gone so they have to play against Sweden. But whether you think about it or not, you think that it's okay, he's gone, it's the party, it's all over, but in fact it's only the beginning. Remember that everyone who applauded remains. The rfef uses their power against the players, we call it abuse of power
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Someone needs to do something. This is 2023.
First, fifteen players from Spain stepped down, then Canada is being forced to play and now four players from the French national team are stepping down. That is 3 out of the best 10 countries in the world. When are the changes happening?
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After Wendie decided to withdraw from the French national team Marie-Antoinette, Diani and Perle Morroni decided to do as well.
#changes need to happen#wendie renard#marie antoinette#kadidiatou diani#perle morroni#frawnt#canwnt#spawnt#Instagram#listen to the players#enough is enough
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El Capitano 🫡🤍©️
#olga carmona#spawnt#wwc23#wwc 2023#real madrid#hala madrid#futfem#futbol femenino#women's football#wallpaper football#real madrid femenino#wallpaper#woso
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