#leon blurbs

[skywalkerslvt]

CAN YOU PLEASE WROTE SOMETHING FOR RE2R LEON AND HE HAS TO STAY SILENT WHILE YOU RIDE HIM CAUSE THE X GUY IS NEAR OR SOMETHING 🙏 🙏

a/n: hiii tysm for sending in a request! sorry it took so long to get to it- life has been so busy lately 🥲 hope you like this lil drabble <3

Leon’s back is pressed to the cold concrete, eyes blown wide as you sink down onto him, your hand slapping over his mouth before he can make a sound. He’s already panting against your palm, his breath hot and uneven as you start to move, slow, deliberate rolls of your hips that have his fingers digging into your thighs.

“Quiet,” you whisper, barely a breath against his ear, and he squeezes his eyes shut like he’s trying to will himself into compliance. But you can feel the way he trembles beneath you, feel the way his cock twitches inside you every time your walls clench around him.

Heavy footsteps echo somewhere down the hall—thudding, measured, getting closer. That thing is searching, hunting, and Leon knows damn well that if he makes a sound, you’re both dead.

But you’re so warm, so tight, and it’s too much. His brows furrow, his muffled whimper vibrating against your palm as he bucks up involuntarily. You tighten your grip on his face, pressing your fingers into his jaw as a warning.

“You don’t wanna get caught, do you?” you murmur, voice low and teasing, grinding down just to watch his whole body tense beneath you. His nails dig into your hips now, his breathing uneven, desperate. He shakes his head minutely, eyes flickering between you and the shadow moving just outside the door.

“Then be a good boy and stay quiet.”

And god, the way he groans against your palm, muffled and needy, makes you want to push him even further.

[cerise-angel]

comfortable

soft!leon kennedy x fem!sick!reader blurb

requested by @personnamedraptor hope you like it honey! sorry for the long wait just fluff, readers feeling sick/dizzy and leon helps wrote based on friends experiences with low sugar and my experience with changing psych meds lol

you had spent the day feeling dizzy, cold and sweaty, shaking like a wet dog. it wasn't the first time that this happened, but it did not made it more bearable. you woke up normally, but only a few hours after being awake your body decided that it wasnt a good day. leon had already left for whatever is that he actually does when not in a mission, so he didn't know. during the day, you ate something sweet and something of salt, trying to bring your sugar level up and your hunger and dizziness down, but it didn't help much. you still felt nauseous, with a headache and the clammy hands. so you decided to curl yourself in a small burrito blanket, turn the tv on some random tv show and try to fall asleep. you didnt notice when leon got home, either being too tired or him being too sneaky. probably both. he called your name, thinking youd be in the small office your apartment had, but got no answer. he got worried, not seeing you. he walked straight to the bedroom, feeling relieved that you were just asleep on the bed. he took off his shoes and jacket before reaching to your laying form in bed. leon touched your cheeks and got worried again, you were sweating and warm. with some reluctance of you he managed to peel your body out of the blanket, and helped you to stay in a seated position after you woke up. "whats wrong?" you focused on his pretty eyes, now with a frown between them. you clutch to him needing some comfort. "my body decided to malfunction today" you muttered in an attempt to light up the mood. he chuckled softly and you smiled. "should we take you to the hospital?" he asked cautiously, knowing you didnt like the whole idea of hospitals. you shook your head slowly, since you were still a little dizzy. "did you took your meds today? did you eat something?" you nodded, rubbing your cheeks on his chest, putting yourself in his lap. leon eased you in his lap, pulling the blanket to cover your legs. he kissed your head before inquiring again "gonna order something to eat ok?" "pizza please?" he nodded smilling. you smiled back, turning a little so that his chest was pressed on your back and your legs spread on the bed. you felt a little better, but self conscious, you could feel the sweat clamming to your clothes. "can you help me shower? dont feel super good" he looked at you with a smirk. "we can have shower together. you see me naked, and i see you naked." you laughed. he pulled you closer "only if you want to, i can just help you too." he said in a softer tone, not wanting to do anything that you wouldnt want to. you smiled at him, squeezing his arm. "we can shower together. you need to make sure i wont pass out." when you said that, leons brows furrowed, worry growing on his features. you laughed at his expression and pressed a kiss to his lips. "just joking, im not feeling that dizzy anymore." he sighed. "you need to stop playing games with me woman" you gigled at his dramatic tone and got out of bed. leon was up right after you, an arm circling your waist, supporting you even if you didnt felt the need right now. he nuzzled your neck before speaking with a soft voice "cmon, gonna take care of you."

[crsssie]

silver and gold - professor!leon kennedy x reader

Professor Kennedy is marri...ed?

Well, perhaps a better term would be pining. He's relatively young, a survivor of Raccoon City, and a PhD candidate, so professor is a term he tends to steer away from. So, it's unsurprising to find him blinking doe-eyed at another professor, questions spilling past his tongue at his peer who's studying a similar topic, desperate to understand more from his... friend?

The issue lies in the fact that the two match rings, pretty silver and gold on their respective hands, carving exactly the same as the two of them wander around campus with similar books and discuss similar topics, so many of Leon's students really wonder if he's married or one of you are just... oblivious.

You entertain his questions, and he entertains yours, and the two of you bump shoulders while walking across campus, your bag sometimes on Leon's shoulder as you click through your laptop.

It's a term of respect, though, to call Leon a professor is more about respect than formality.

So, some students get a little nosy, asking during office hours if he's dating you, to which he always responds no.

Because he's not dating you, he's married to you.

Not that his students need to know.

[jesuistrestriste]

art donaldson getting so lost in how being inside you feels that he begins to lick at your shoulder and slobber all over it like he’s a hungry puppy. whimpering into your neck and grabbing you wherever he can reach, his thrusts turning jagged and stuttered as he climbs to the edge. he tries to warn you—to tell you that he’s about to finish again, that he’s unable to muster enough discipline to slide out this time—but his words come out incoherent. a mess of slurred syllables broken up by wet hiccups and painfully distorted mewls. his blues start to roll back like waves of ocean salt as he is plunged into an orgasm he can’t stop; one hand in the sheets, one under your back, tongue lolled out and thighs shaking hard enough to vibrate the mattress.

“g’na—fffuu—ungh, com’n—g’na cmngh—aangh-!”

[cuteandhughesy]

‘I Knew They Didn’t Actually Hate Each Other!’ ╰┈➤ LD29

summary: lauren and connor mcdavid have very different reactions when finding out their best friends don't actually hate one another.

[word count] 2.8k

warnings: kissing | swearing | mature dialogue

a/n: a requested follow up part to couldn’t make it any harder! this is short and sweet but i’m absolutely certain this is how these interactions would go down if this was real life situation. ENJOY MY LEON GIRLIES 🧡💙

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lauren knew.

okay, well, no she didn't know. but your best friend had a good incline that you were seeing some one.

it started with the smaller details. there was always fresh flowers—beautiful, expensive ones at that—on your kitchen countertop, accompanied by one of those little card holders. the note is always missing, meaning that you've put it somewhere. to which lauren says, suspicious.

less movie nights at lauren's because 'you're swamped with work.' more like swamped with sex. and you're always smiling, even when everyone is out together.

which unless lauren is fucking crazy and is completely remembering the past 7 years or so incorrectly, that was totally unheard of—especially when leon draisital is in the vicinity.

and lauren's pretty sure that she saw a hickey on your boob when your tank top shifted during hot yoga two weeks ago.

the math was just mathing, okay!

it started after the wedding. where as lauren was hungover and still wearing what felt like a million pounds of makeup from the night before, you waltzed into the room with a glow and a smile on your fresh face.

she'd honestly brushed that incident off until everything else starting falling into place like the perfect puzzle—but then lauren got to thinking. did you meet someone that night?

lauren has spent the past two months racking her brain for answers—answers to a question she wasn't going to ask you yet, because obviously she was determined to figure it out on her own before all else.

it was like the damn bachelorette in her head as lauren mentally assessed every single guy she and connor had at their wedding—trying to pinpoint which ones would capture her best friends attention enough for it to stick.

but no matter how many times lauren tried to work it all out, she came up short for answers.

you and this secret relationship are a mystery to her.

so it was this random september afternoon that lauren mcdavid decided she was going to get her answers—hold you down and physically pull them from your tongue if she has to. because your best friend is sick of being in the dark, especially when she knows….something is going on.

she can feel it in her damn gut.

so with an extra tight ponytail and her purse swinging loosely at her side, lauren knocks on your apartment door—so loud and aggressively that she almost scares herself. it's rather comical in the way she jerks her hand away from the wood at the sound.

she knows your home. wednesday's are your half days, meaning you only work in the morning. this time of year, just before the hockey season really starts up, connor's days are similar. and that’s how lauren remembers said information.

lauren was tempted to wait for her husband to get back from his suit fitting and make him come with her to your place—because like the whole good cop, bad cop idea sounded really appealing in her head—but lauren was too impatient.

she knocks again after a beat passes without any sound or sign of movement. it's only then that she hears your shaky voice through the door.

"sorry, one second!"

she squints incredulously at the door, even though you can't see her, her arms crossed over her chest like an impatient child. and sure, maybe she is impatient, but lauren feels that it's justified if you're keeping damn secrets from her like a freak.

finally, the apartment door is hastily pulled open, a gust of air pulling in the space between you and your best friend like the beginning of a storm. and perhapes lauren should've taken that as a sign.

at the sight of her, your eyes widen slightly, a wave of panic settling over your already frantic tainted features. you're slightly breathless, tank top a little askew like you've only just pulled it over the black bra lauren can see adorning your chest.

"hey," you greet, running a hand through your tousled hair, "I wasn't expecting you."

lauren's gaze narrows as she takes in your state, "I know. thought i'd drop in."

"oh," you swallow before giving a short laugh, "i'm actually just about to head out." another laugh, "yeah i'm just...I need eggs."

"eggs?"

"yeah!" you nod with seemingly panicked enthusiasm before giving a quick glance over your shoulder. you think it's discrete enough, but lauren catches it. 

she gives you a once over again, eyes trickling all the way down to your bare feet. it's then that lauren notices the shoes left hazardly by the front door. men's sneakers—men's sneakers that have been seemingly removed in a hast to be exact.

her lips part in shock, a tiny strangled gasp leaving her mouth as her eyes dart back to yours. "you're seeing someone! and he's in here right now, isn't he?"

this time, it's your turn to gasp. "i'm not seeing anyone!"

lauren raises a brow, "oh yeah?"

"yeah."

"okay, then who got you those flowers on your island?"

your jaw goes slack, mouth opening like you want to rattle off some sort of excuse, but the words never come.

lauren continues once she sees the little beige envelope still perched next to the beautiful arrangement of florals—pushing her way into your apartment like a woman on a mission. and that she is. "if you're not going to tell me, i'll just take a peek at that little card, mhm?"

"no!"

you dart past her, snatching the note before she has a chance to grab it.

and that’s the moment lauren’s knows that’s she’s been right all along. she makes a noise between a scoff and a laugh, dropping her expensive handbag to your barstool roughly. "okay, fine. i'll just find him then. 'cause I know he's in here."

"trust me when I tell you, this is not the way you want to meet him."

she stops walking, spinning on her heels as her inspector gadget brain starts up again. all half sarcastic hostility leaving her body as straight curiosity takes over—"so I haven't meet him before? because I've been trying to work out for the past few months if it was somebody at the wedding."

your eyes widen, "you've been sitting on this for months?"

"yeah! and it's been a damn uncomfortable seat because you didn't have the gut to just tell me about him," she trails off, "is he like a criminal or something?"

"no." you're quick to answer, "i'm pretty sure we'd both know that by now if that was the case." your slip up has your tongue going dry, eyes widening to a certain point that it looks painful.

"ha!" lauren points an accusing finger in your direction, "so I do know him."

"yes," you croak out, "but seriously let's just sit down and talk about this before you start searching my place like you're a FBI agent."

lauren doesn't even wait for you to finish before she's walking through your place, opening and closing closet doors on her way down the hall like a search dog. much to her dismay, the linen closet is empty, as well as the space you keep your holiday decorations.

the lack of man makes her scowl.

you're hot on lauren's heels, a blabbing mess of half strung together pleas falling on deaf ears as lauren pushes open your bedroom door.

there's a pair of jeans on the floor, half kicked under the bed like you—or whoever this man is—tried to hide them in a hurry. "is he in here?" lauren shoots you a pointed look. you wince, and she gets her confirmation. "is he in your closet?"

"i'm telling you right now, lauren, don't open the closet."

"i'm definitely going to open it."

and she does. and the sight before her immediately ignites a sound that can only be described as a wail. lauren shuts the closet door, a hand over her mouth while she blinks in a half shell shocked way.

a tense beat passes with lauren just staring off into space, and you anxiously biting the skin around your thumb nail, nervous gaze never once flickering from your best friend.

leon slips out between your closet doors a moment later, dressed in only his boxers. he has an awkward smile on his face and a hand cupping over his semi hard junk—trying to conceal all that from his teammates wife.

"hey lauren, how's it going?"

"what the fuck!" she gasps, looking between you both.

"you?"

you grimace, but nod.

"and you?"

leon nods.

“oh my god,” lauren fans her face, a dramatic flare that she doesn’t even realize she’s doing. “I think I'm going to pass out.”

you, used to and recognizing her said dramatics, don’t respond. but leon fully begins to freak out, eyes widening as he eases towards your best friends pacing form—large hands that minutes ago were down your pants, held out cautiously.

“you need sit down.”

lauren holds her hand up, halting your boyfriend in his tracks. “no, I can't—this is too much.” she begins fanning herself again, “when did this start happening?”

“what part?”

you shoot him a half stern look, “leon.”

“how many parts are there?”

“well we kissed when you locked us in your bedroom.” leon says often handily, like he didn’t just drop the biggest bomb on this entire situation.

lauren gasps again—because what do you mean you guys kissed before the wedding? before today. “what?!” she all but squawks, big blue eyes darting between the two of you like you’ve just committed a crime.

she pauses, thinking back on that moment when she’d let you and leon out of her bedroom that day many weeks ago. were your lips swollen? was leon’s hair a mess? were you guys kissing when the door was opened?

it’s hard for lauren to recall when leon’s deep, gravely voice continues—“and we hooked up in muskoka.”

another gasp, louder and sharper than ever as lauren spins on her heels, focusing her attention solely on you—which really works in her favour considering leon is still half naked.

“I knew it started at the wedding! god, I didn't even consider leon. and for good reason! I thought you guys hated each other.”

“we did!” you confirm.

“actually for the record,” leon interjects cautiously, “I never hated her.”

“of course you didn’t.” lauren lets out a disbelieving sigh, running a small hand over her makeup free face while digesting the flurry of emotions coursing through her.

she looks between you both once again, a softer expression beginning to take over her sharp features. “so you guys are..?”

you swallow, “dating.”

“like dating dating.”

you cringe at the highschool tone of it all, giving leon a wtf squint. “were in love,” you elaborate after a second, eyes slowly falling back in line with your best friend.

she makes a noise, “oh god, this is like straight out of a romance novel. I kind of feel like i've got whiplash.” lauren rolls her lips together, “why did you guys hide this from me?”

the vulnerability lacing her words makes your heart squeeze, and the way her eyebrows draw upwards like a sad cartoon character only amplifies the feeling.

regardless of the guilt rattling your bones, you and leon had good reason for keeping the beginning stages of your relationship a secret—not just from lauren, but from everyone. reasons you immediately begin rattling off, and this time the panic is in your voice.

“it was your wedding! and for the first little bit we didn't know how to navigate everything.”

leon chimes in before you can blink, coming to your defense like he’s been doing for years—since before you even realized he was doing so. “and we spent years bickering and fighting and we just wanted to keep everything in the down low until we found our rythym.”

“yeah, and it just felt good—we were just ours.” you exhale loudly, running a hand over the flat of your stomach as if to soothe the wave of nausea, your eyes never once parting from your best friends. “i'm sorry, lauren.”

she nods, a natural glint in her eyes. “you guys are some of my best friends. i'm not mad...I just wish you felt like you could've told me.”

“I was a shitty friend,” you admit gently, chewing the skin of your cheek anxiously.

it’s instantly that lauren waves your comment off, padding on the carpeted bedroom floor to close to space between you. and she just hugs you, so tightly that it almost hurts, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

“no, you could never be,” she mutters, “and this will definitely take me at least a week to digest but...i'll get over it.” the playful tone that lauren usually possesses eases back into her voice. “you guys look hot together.”

you practically snort, “thanks.”

she hums before her eyes drift back towards your boyfriend. “now leon please put your pants back on.”

“don't have to tell me twice,” leon breathes, already retrieving his discarded jeans from under your bed frame, tugging them up his thick legs in a way that makes you drool.

lauren pulls back from the hug, her small hands still holding onto your arms as a excitable grin pulls at the corner of her plump lips. “okay, now, tell me how leon confessed that he loved you.”

“oh god.” leon groans from behind the material of his t-shirt, only half way over his head.

but you just match her grin, thinking back to the night under the stars and the warm muskoka air. “you're going to die!”

—

it’s only a week after lauren forcing her way into your apartment and quite literally exposing you and a half naked leon into spilling the beans about your relationship, that connor finds out.

which, you’re surprised lauren didn’t spill the beans before then, especially considering her and her husband are still in that lovey dovey newly wed phase that makes them literally do and share every single thing with one another.

not that you can really say anything about being in a honeymoon phase, because you and leon are so deep in it that it’s almost embarrassing—you can’t recall a day since that night in muskoka that you haven’t been touching or kissing leon in some way.

anyways.

you and leon both decided that telling connor needed to be more of a formal conversation—compared to the way lauren found out, for example. so, you planned a dinner at leon’s condo and invited the happy couple over.

lauren, obviously sitting on this secret was practically buzzing on the way over in the passenger seat—connor sending his wife curious looks at every red light. but lauren only just grinned back at him like a cheshire cat.

it was kind of freaky.

and you and leon tried—really tried to get it right. dinner was in the oven on the keep warm setting, consisting home made chicken and veggies and potatoes that you drizzled with an amount of butter that would have the oilers nutritionists frowning, while you waited for them.

but it all started when leon reached above you to grab the plates, his hand enclosing around your hip and giving it a firm squeeze. half hard against your ass.

so really it’s your boyfriends fault, because soon enough you were making out on the kitchen island like horny teenagers.

you’ve got your legs wrapped around leon’s thick waist, hands running through his hair while he paws at your ass and legs. kissing like it’s the oxygen you need to keep breathing. and in a way, that’s what it feels like.

because this version of leon drasitial—hell, even the version you thought despised your guts just as much as he did beer nuts—is truly your lifeline. and yeah, he is the air you breathe. he’s the sun and the moon and you love him more than anything.

and leon loves the colour red now. especially when it’s your red nails tickling his arm while you watch a movie together. when it’s your red lips kissing his cheek in the lazy morning light. your red sweatpants that you always leave on his bathroom floor.

too wrapped up in one another to hear the door open, you’re completely oblivious to the sound of lauren and connor toeing off their shoes, only a half wall between you.

all you can hear is your thumping heart.

all leon can hear is your little breathy sighs.

until—"I knew they didn't actually hate each other."

lauren half laughs, half gawks as you and leon separate. she eyes her husband in disbelief—connor doesn’t even look phased. no, if anything he looks content.

like he knew. and not in the way lauren knew. but like, actually had a real gut feeling about their best friends.

"was I the only clueless one?" lauren questions, watching as you slip off the counter top, adjusting your frilly top as you do so—previously roughed up from leon’s wondering hands.

you send her a look, wincing at her question. clearly, that means yes.

but connor just shrugs, walking further into the delicious smelling kitchen. the oilers captain picks a grape off the vine sitting in the large fruit bowl, popping it in his mouth.

"nah, they were both clueless about each other's feelings for like…7 years. you pale in comparison to that."

[camerahaterlittle]

Our girl | A. Putellas I. Engen & M. Leon

Summary: You may be Alexia's daughter but your Mapi and Ingrid's girl

Warnings: bad writing grammar and Mapi is apart of this if you don't like that then leave mentions of pain and more from a car crash

Notes: apparently I wrote 2k words yet it doesn't feel or look like it anyways once again an incredibly short fic but enjoy

Previous part

You hadn't noticed the car that was driving at you while you crossed the street because of the heavy rainfall and the darkness of the night but the moment you had noticed the car and the person driving noticed you it was far too late.

You couldn't move out of the way you were frozen and the driver slammed on the brakes yet it still wasn't enough due to the slippery roads the car still rammed into you.

Your scream echoed throughout the street and you felt pain coming from everywhere possible. You heard a car door opening and then shutting. After a minute of you laying there you heard the person's rapid Spanish as they called the police trying to get them out here.

You laid there motionless, your heart racing as the woman you soon noticed was the person who hit you and tried to keep you awake like the dispatcher had told her to.

Eventually when the ambulance got there they immediately rushed to grab you and put you on the stretcher and into the back of their truck as they put an oxygen mask over your nose and mouth.

And in this moment, all that was running through your head before you lost consciousness was Mapi and Ingrid, the two people who really cared for you and loved you without any expectations.

At the hospital, you underwent multiple surgeries on your legs and shoulder from when you crumbled to the floor after being hit by the car.

Alexia rushed into the hospital running up to the front desk trying to catch her breath before speaking to the front desk associate. “My daughter Y/n Y/n Putellas where is she? Is she okay?.” Alexia asked, rushing through her words much like how she rushed inside the hospital.

The front desk associate looked up at Alexia quickly looking up your name in the system seeing that you were currently in surgery and couldn’t be seen by anyone at the moment. “Your daughter is currently in surgery Ms. Putellas you cannot see her, you'll have to wait until she’s out of surgery and possibly more after that her doctor will let you know when it’s safe.” 

The midfielder sighed, shaking her head at the man’s words, not pleased to hear that she wouldn’t be able to see her kid before walking away from the front desk starting to pace in the waiting room, her mind racing about what could possibly happen to you while you were in surgery.

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Alexia sat in the uncomfortable hospital chair, her leg bouncing while she picked at her fingers her head lifted immediately when she heard a doctor clearing their throat to get the people’s attention. “Y/n Putellas.” The doctor glanced around the room watching as Alexia rushed up and out of the chair and towards her. 

“Yes, is she okay, I'm her mother.” The Spaniard said looking down at the doctor hoping she’d have some good news about how you were doing.

The doctor nodded looking down at her clipboard for a second trying to figure out how she’d break this to Alexia about how you fully were. “Yes, she's stable right now. She just had to have emergency surgery on her legs, shoulder, and her ribs are bruised. I’m surprised that’s all she needed really given the speed she was hit at.” Your doctor responded. 

Alexia stood there in shock at the doctor's words, unsure of what to say after that. “C… Can I see her?” Alexia asked after a moment of standing there, her voice surprisingly quiet and weak sounding for once. 

The woman sighed thinking about Alexia’s question before shaking her head. She knew it wouldn’t be the best for the taller women to see her daughter at the moment since you looked pretty banged up. “I’m sorry Ms. Putellas but you can’t see her right now. I think you should come back tomorrow if you really want to see her.” Your doctor responded slightly scared to hear Alexia’s response to this. 

The Spanish star rubbed her face trying to control her emotions. She finally moved, shaking her head as she left the hospital not trusting herself to drive when she was so upset over everything that has happened in the last couple of hours so she just waved down a cab getting inside giving the man her address.

By the time Alexia got home it was well into the night and she immediately fell onto the couch, her eyes shutting as she finally got some much needed rest yet her sleep wasn't the most peaceful in the world. 

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Alexia was rudely woken up by rapid knocks on her door while also hearing muffled curse words in both Norwegian and Spanish she got up off the couch after a moment yawning already knowing who to expect on the other side of the door she opened the door she went to run a hand through her hair yet was stopped by the slightly taller Norwegian shoving her backwards Mapi immediately moving past both of them to try and find you. 

Ingrid looked at Alexia with a coldest glare that the midfielder has ever seen come from her. Alexia was over surprised that it was Ingrid giving her the glare instead of Mapi yet didn’t voice what she thought. “Where the hell is she, Putellas.” Ingrid spoke her tone filled with venom the moment she said Putellas. 

Alexia was once again taken aback by Ingrid’s harshness yet she also expected it based on the way Ingrid reacted during your fight when she had unexpectedly showed up to admittedly to maybe start a fight with you for almost no reason. “It’s none of your business where Y/n is, it's not like you two are her mother's, she is my daughter.” Your mother responded with her tone matching ingrid’s. 

The slightly taller woman’s anger grew as she listened to her teammates words she wants to say that she’s not really your mother given the fact that Alexia was never there for you to give you the love and care a real mother would have (much like her and Mapi have done ever since you guys have met). 

“You're not her mother and you never have been, you just birthed her and didn’t care about what happened to her afterwards.

Me and Mapi have been taking care of her ever since we have met her. She is more of our daughter than yours. Sometimes blood doesn’t always make DNA now tell us where our kid is.” Ingrid said her expression grew colder the longer Alexia didn’t tell her where you were. 

Alexia’s gaze hardened for a moment knowing the Norwegian had a very good point but before she could respond Mapi came out of your room breathing heavily after searching Alexia’s entire apartment. “She’s not here, I've looked everywhere possible.” Mapi said moving to stand next to Ingrid slightly confused as to why her girlfriend was glaring at Alexia like she was. 

The Spanish star turned her attention towards her ex best friend knowing she’d now for sure have to tell the couple where you currently were. “Y-Y/n she’s in the hospital.” Alexia finally said, looking away from the both of them. 

Without another word the couple left Alexia’s place going to try and figure out what hospital you were in. They were incredibly worried about you and what could’ve possibly happened to you for you to be in the hospital. 

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Ingrid and Mapi rushed inside the hospital and up to the front desk making the worker look up at them, stopping his keyboard typing. “Hi yes are you here to visit someone or do you need to be seen.” The front desk worker spoke looking from them to his screen. 

“We’re here to see Y/n Putellas.” Mapi said speaking before Ingrid even could and Ingrid was glad for that since she wasn’t even sure that words would even leave her mouth. 

The man at the desk nodded looking something up on his computer before looking back up at the couple in front of him. “Who are you to the patient?” The guy asked, clearly tired of working. 

This time it was Ingrid who answered rushing through her words “We’re her mother’s.” Her Norwegian accent more apparent than normal. 

He pulled out two stickers for them while telling them your room number before letting them pass, not bothering to check them for ID just deciding to let them go, figuring that they were too worried to sit here and wait any longer.

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Mapi pushed open the door immediately once they got there they both entered the room seeing you laying on the bed hooked up to multiple machines that were filling the room with a somewhat quiet beeping noise. 

They both ahd to hold back their tears seeing you laying there pretty much life less affected them more than anything possible Ingrid made her way over to you sitting down on the edge of the bed gently grabbing your hand wondering how this could’ve happened to their kid. 

Mapi stood in the doorway for a moment watching her girlfriend before closing the door sitting down in the chair near the midfielder placing her hand on the Norwegian’s thigh trying to comfort her in this difficult moment. 

They didn’t say anything for a while yet along with the beeping filling the room so did their sniffles from crying while they stayed by your side wishing they would’ve never let you leave their place just to talk to Alexia. 

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Mapi was woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of your voice as you got adjusted to the noise around you once more she sat up opening her eyes seeing you looking between her and Mapi. 

“Maps, it hurts really bad.” You said once you noticed that she was awake your voice sounded like you smoked 10 packs a day.

Mapi was up in an instant making her way over to your hospital bed nodding as she grabbed your hand making sure to inflict anymore pain on you. “I know sol I know,” She reached over grabbing the remote looking thing calling a nurse so they could check you out and give you some pain meds.

You glanced around your hospital room trying to see if you could spot Ingrid in the almost pitch black room. “Where’s Ingrid, is she not here?” You asked looking back at the fellow Spaniard hoping the woman’s partner was also here. 

The defender nodded leaving your side for a moment walking over to where Ingrid was sleeping, gently shaking her girlfriend. Once Ingrid fully woke up she sat up listening to Mapi’s words before getting up her and Mapi going to sit on the sides of your bed just like you had wanted.

You were surprised the couple had actually shown up for you since Alexia or anyone in your family besides Jenni showed up when you were hurt in any way that caused you to be in the hospital. They always told you to walk it off or I didn’t know it was thst bad. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door and shortly afterwards it opened a doctor and a nurse came in to check on you and make sure everything was still okay with you and to tell Mapi and Ingrid what happened and the surgeries you had.

You were zoned out the whole time they were checking everything out and giving you some more pain meds thinking about everything under the sun as the doctor’s did their thing. 

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The couple had been distracted by talking to you and making jokes trying to keep your mind off of Alexia, what had just happened, and how you wouldn’t be able to box for quite some time, something that annoyed you since it was your escape from everything. 

But your guy’s conversation was interrupted by your birth giver entering your hospital room, her eyes immediately landing on Mapi and Ingrid who were still by your side. 

Ingrid got up the moment she saw Alexia standing in the doorway of your room she made her way over her teammate the Norwegian’s energy shifting as she glared at the Spaniard your’s and Mapi’s attention shifted the both of you ready to step in (though Mapi would be the only one getting up) if you absolutely needed to. 

“What are you doing here, Putellas?” The slightly taller woman asked her tone unwelcoming to the woman’s presence. 

Alexia’s expression hardened at the fellow midfielder’s glare yet still tried to stand her ground “I could ask you the same Engen she’s not your daughter no matter what you two may think.”

Ingrid tensed up trying her damned hardest to not do anything to the woman in front of her the unsaid anger she felt for what Alexia had done to you waiting to be taken out on her yet before she could say anything your voice stopped her.

“I am their daughter. You may feel guilty for what you’ve done to me but that doesn’t fix any of the cracks you’ve caused. They are my mother’s not you, you've chosen to take the title, just not the responsibility.” You took a moment to breathe and get your emotions under control. 

“They took on the responsibility for me, not you. They showed up from me when I needed them most. You were never too focused on your precious football for me even with them playing. They still made time for me; they never made me feel worse for having mental issues knowing I was only moments away from death.” 

“You made things worse, they made things better, they got me the help I needed, they did everything that you my so called mother was supposed to do and I could never thank them enough for that they actually love me unlike you.” Mapi gently squeezed your hand knowing that you needed this more than anyone in this room.”

“Y/n I-.” Alexia started going to speak now that she thought you were done.

“No, don't even know why you showed up here. I have Mapi and Ingrid. They have me. I'm fine I don't want you here, I don't even want to see you right now.” 

Your actual mom’s were secretly proud of you for stepping up to Alexia not once but twice they were more than happy that you were no longer holding back against your more than childish mother.

Alexia stood there in shock yet she felt the pain since she knew you were right she was never there only taking the title as your mother yet never doing anything a mother should be doing for their child she felt more than guilty for what she had done to you and she didn’t know how to fix it and help the bond between you two yet something deep inside her was telling her there was no way of fixing the bond and everything she put you through.

Alexia stood there for a while longer feeling slightly uncomfortable under all three of you's gazes trying to figure out if she should respect what you want for once in your life or protest on things and attempt to fix things. 

Yet before she could decide Ingrid stepped in much like she has been in the last few days clearing her throat before she spoke. “You heard it live from her yourself she doesn’t want you here so just leave she’ll come to you when she’s ready.” The Norwegian spoke leaving no room for argument. 

The Spanish star nodded after a moment leaving without a fight, her head hung low with her shoulders slumped forward as she left trying to get her head on straight after everything that had just happened. 

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Alexia pulled into the driveway parking her car as she sat in the seat staring ahead of her, her expression blank not a single emotion showing as she sat there.

She got out the car unlocking the door with her spare key immediately making her way towards the familiar bedroom, opening it seeing the one person that she needed most lying there reading whatever book that Alexia bought her.

Olga looked up watching as her girlfriend climbed into the bed looking quite defeated over things the woman put her book to the side welcoming the football player into her arms not mentioning the tears that started to soak through her shirt. 

Only holding the girl close whispering the softest of things to the woman laying on her chest. 

“Y/n she… she hates me my own daughter hates me.” Alexia whimpered against Olga’s chest, her heart breaking more than it ever could much like Olga’s did when she heard Alexia’s words.

[wileys-russo]

mapi “surprised it could fit around my bicep”

oh capitana II m.león

thinking back, you should have clocked your girlfriend was up to something the moment that cocky little smirk had settled on her face when you woke up in bed together.

instead you'd just assumed it had something to do with the activities you'd partaken in last night, the evidence which was scattered across both of your bodies, your chest in particular covered in an array of red and purple bruises.

"bon dia guapa!" the defender had greeted cheerily as you finally joined her in the kitchen after a shower, a plate of breakfast waiting you as she pushed you to sit down at the table, stealing a kiss and nudging your chair in.

"you are very smiley today maría." you chuckled at her clearly gleeful demeanor as she tucked into her own plate of eggs with a shrug. "why not? it is the first game of the season mi amor!" mapi beamed as you hummed, the pair of you quickly falling into regular conversation.

but now as you sat in the stands watching your girlfriend lead her team out with the captains armband snugly wrapped around her bicep, her behavior and glowingly cocky aura all morning suddenly made sense.

you'd of course figured it out for yourself when the team lineup was posted and you saw the little (c) by her name, but by then the dirty blonde was warming up and you had no way of being able to yell at her for withholding the news from you.

as much as you wanted to strangle her for the secret keeping you also couldn't deny the immense and overwhelming sense of pride which flooded you at watching her both play and lead her team brilliantly.

knowing mapi always made time for the fans after the match you busied yourself chatting with some of the other girls families who'd been at the game and sat nearby, having met most of them before.

but tired from a hard fought ninety plus minutes you didn't need to wait long, mapi appearing with a few of her teammates up in the family and friends section in what you'd deem as record time, the cool breeze of the late evening also discouraging most of them from staying out with the fans for too long as thunder clouds were forming up above.

meeting her eyes across the room you excused yourself from speaking with patri's cousin and stepped away, shaking your head slowly at your girlfriend who strode over with the same infuriatingly attractive smirk plastered on her face that had been there when you'd woken up in bed beside her this morning.

"hola princesa!" mapi grinned, hands on your hips as she pulled your body into hers, your arms still staying firmly crossed across your chest. "hola capitana." you quirked an eyebrow as her grin only widened.

"good surprise amor, sí?" mapi questioned with a smug smile, letting go of your hips to wrench your arms apart and forcefully wrapping them around her.

"see? much nicer bebita." mapi sighed happily, moving your arms back over her shoulders as you let them fall limply to your sides, giving in and hugging her properly with a small chuckle.

"tan irritante." you shook your head, your girlfriend kissing your cheek a few times with a mumbled apology as the two of you pulled away, your hand held securely in hers as she lifted it and kissed your knuckles with a charming smile and wiggle of her eyebrows.

though once alone together in the car the defenders confidence tripled, the same smug smile never once dropping from her lips for even a second as she drove the two of you back home, hand securely gripping your thigh.

"focus on the road león." you warned her for the third time as her hand moved higher, making it even harder to pretend the simple gesture wasn't affecting you as much as it was, not needing to give her anything else for an ego boost.

"lo siento bebita, i am just thinking about the ride you will be taking later." mapi shrugged, your eyes widening not missing the insinuation poorly hidden behind her words as her lips curled into a smug grin and you wrenched her hand off of you with a shake of your head.

"-surprised it could fit around my bicep, tan enorme!" mapi stretched her arms behind her head purposefully flexing as you closed the front door after her, the defender sending you a wink as you looked on unfazed.

"you are not as cute as you think, minúscula." you pinched her cheek and ducked under her arms, finally succeeding in getting the smugness to fade from her features.

"minúscula!" the tattooed spaniard scoffed in offence, her lack of height really the easiest way to hit at her ego most days when it was getting a little insufferable like right now.

"minúscula!" mapi repeated with a scowl, glaring at you from the middle of your bedroom as she tossed her dirty jersey to the side and you rolled your eyes.

"how many times maría? cuándo aprenderás." you huffed, picking it up and moving it to its proper place in the laundry basket, not in the middle of the floor where you'd be sure to trip over it lately.

"why do you always have to go after my height mi amor? you know it wounds me!" your girlfriend clutched at her heart dramatically as you rolled your eyes.

"you really should treat el capitána de barcelona, with a little more respect." the smug smile was back as she wiggled her eyebrows at you and you bit the inside of your cheek to stop a smile of your own forming.

"bien. do your washing then, capitana." you smacked her cheek playfully as again you ducked under her arm and out the door.

but you barely made it downstairs and two steps into the living room before her footsteps thundered down after you and suddenly you were in the air.

"maría!" you gasped as she spun you around and effortlessly dropped you onto the lounge on your back, pouncing on top of you before you could move an inch.

"i dijo, with a little more respect." mapi purred, grinning wolfishly as you suddenly noticed the new addition.

"en serio. you brought it home with you amor?" you sighed as the yellow and red armband was again wrapped around her bicep.

"eres bienvenido bebé." mapi smirked, sitting back on her heels and making a show of flexing her arms in different poses and pulling faces, grunting and posing like a body builder as you withheld the urge to smile.

"are you going to be giving up football for body building then tonta?" you shook your head at her theatrics. "maybe. what is it that the kids say? i am a tank." mapi grunted, continuing to pose and flex as you couldn't help but snicker.

"well there is no height restriction to body build, minúscula." you smirked beneath her as she stopped, tattooed arms suddenly either side of your head caging you in as her lips curled into a pout.

anything you went to say next was lost as she kissed you, much less softly or as sweetly as she normally would, often treating you as if you were made of glass and could shatter at a moments notice.

your hands tangled in her hair which for once was out, pulling her even closer as hers squeezed your hips, and before you could even blink she'd moved so that she was sitting up on the sofa and you were sat on her lap, lips not even disconnecting for a moment.

your breath hitched as mapi rolled your hips against hers, using the momentary lapse to slip her tongue into your mouth. "why do you always do that?" you pulled away as she smiled into the kiss.

"hacer qué? ven aquí bebita." mapi laughed, trying to lean in for another kiss as you ducked back.

"smile like a twelve year old boy getting a very first kiss!" you teased, thumbs tracing down her jaw with a shake of her head. "que? i do not!" mapi's eyebrows furrowed and another frustrated pout settled on her rosy pink lips.

"you do mi amor. every time we makeout, you smile like that." you shook your head, pressing your forehead against hers. "que? i can't be happy to kiss a pretty girl?" mapi smiled softly, rubbing her nose against yours making you let out a laugh.

"mi niña bonita." the defender whispered, stealing a kiss as her eyes shone with so much adoration you felt your cheeks heat up beneath the intensity of her lovesick gaze.

"capitánas are not supposed to be so soft." you teased, pecking her lips a few times but moving your head back as her mouth chased yours to deepen it.

"maría!" you squealed as she suddenly stood taking you with her and raced upstairs, your legs wrapped around her waist before suddenly your back was meeting the mattress and again she hovered on top of you.

"i show you how capitánas kiss? not so soft." mapi raised an eyebrow, fingers digging tighter into your hips pressing you down deeper into the bed with a smirk.

"when you smile it will be very soft." you teased again, her smirk melting into a cheeky grin as she flexed her arm and the bright yellow armband tensed around her bicep.

"cállate y besa a tu capitána."

[livin4woso]

Embarrassingly painful- (teen!reader x barca femini)

Summary- during training a simple embarrassing moment for r that seems harmless turns out to be more serious than expected but r is too embarrassed to tell anyone however it slowly becomes obvious to some teamates that they're in pain.

It started off as nothing it was a simple mistake in training, a funny one at that. You were practicing 1v1s and lets say your attacking wasnt the best i mean you were a center back you weren't expected to know all the fancy footwork that was for the girls further up field. So that when it was your turn to attack against patri things just didn't go your way, you had managed to get past her slightly and you were on the edge of the goal waiting to shoot however she was blocking your angle to the goal so you tried to spin outwards so you would be past her but as your foot was on the ball instead of pulling your leg backwards you went forward instead causing you to be off balanced and your momentum flung you backwards straight to the astro.

It wasn't necessarily painful when you hit the floor i mean uncomfortable yes, slightly winded also yes but nothing serious that you couldn't get up from. Jona asked if you were okay as you lay on the floor "you good y/n" "yeah yeah im fine one sec" you said sitting up "can you finish the drill and defend" he said looking at you and the stubbornness in you wouldn't let you drop out so you stood back up and got set to defend against vicky.

When the drill finished all the girls came over and thought it was the funniest thing ever and you knew it wasn't going to be forgotten about. Then during a game you had the ball and you heard mapi tease you with "make sure to stay on your feet this time chica" and you just shake your head at her. After atleast a hundred comments and 5 retellings of the event by your friends you could go home, peace at last.

With you only being 18 and from England you were staying with mapi and ingrid, they had asked you to stay and you couldn't really say no they treat you well and while mapi was more like a sister to you ingrid had a few motherly tendancys when it comes to you. So when you got home ingrid had turned on full mother mode as she knew you didn't go to the team doctors or physio to check your back to see if anything was wrong "bebita how is your back" she said scanning you up and down "its fine ingrid it doesn't hurt its just sore I think of where I hit the floor" you replied honestly while the pain had subsided you still felt a twinge in your lower back. "Okay, but if that changed you tell me" she said sternly as she knew you weren't the person to admit when you are in pain "I will ing i just think I'll be sore the next few days then I'll be good" you said. Oh how wrong you were.

For the first week you were right you were just sore the few occasionally movements hurt but there was nothing concerning you expected it. However things drastically changed as week 2 approached you woke up in your bed and as you sat up a sharp shooting pain came from your lower back and not one you can ignore it was fierce and it stopped you in your tracks from moving. But you can't be bound to your bed when you have training and need to be ready for a champions league fixture so you pushed through the pain and used your desk as a support to help you stand while your back muscles felt like they were ripping of you spine. The pain was unbearable you couldn't even bend down to go grab your bag with your boots in.

You gritted your teeth to hide the pain when you were infront of ingrid and mapi and you certainly put on a good act as they didn't suspect anything from you. It was impressive your ability to hide pain through accentuated long breaths and random stretches attempting to either find the source of pain or to relieve some of it. Yet once you started running at training the pain in your back was non existent it was like your body flipped a switch so you thought maybe you had slept funny the night before. However this wasn't the case when you woke up the next morning in the same suitation again and again with nothing changing.

But as the time passed the pain only grew stronger and harder to hide from people especially ingrid and mapi. Surprisingly it was mapi to notice first like when you would hesitate to bend down to grab things or that you looked for something to support you when trying to stand up. She didn't think anything major of it but she thought to mention it to ingrid just incase. Once ingrid had found out she had become a secret medical spy trying to solve what was wrong with you and to give her the credit she was rather sneaky as you didn't notice the extra lingering eye contact or how she would wait for you to stand up and walk with her. But she,like mapi, had started to notice things were off and definitely weren't right with you.

As she sat there trying to plan a way to catch you out as she needed hard proof that you were in pain not something minor that you can easily lie your way out of because you were a good liar for one but also you wouldn't want to admit to be in pain. While she was thinking she just happened to catch you as your bedroom door was slightly ajar and as you stood up with clear signs of pain on your face while muttering curse words under your breath it was pretty obvious that something was wrong. "Y/n what's wrong you clearly seem to be in pain" ingrid said while pushing your door further open as you stand frozen in the middle of the room knowing you've been caught.

"Nothing im fine my back is just still a little sore" you said trying to down play it "i don't think sore means not being able to stand without being in pain" she said almost sarcastically knowing how stubborn you are. "This back issue really still shouldn't be hurting you after this long you need to go get it checked out" she said firmly walking towards you. "Its nothing ingrid im fine i dont need to visit the hospital or anything its okay" you say way to defensively knowing that you should go see a doctor and you know it would help. "You don't have a say in this we're going weather you want to or not because we both know it shouldn't still hurt, for God sake even mapi has noticed you're in pain" she said throwing her hands in the air due to frustration but with that last comment you knew you were going. "Fine we can go" you said groaning maybe out of stubbornness or maybe it was pain but you had given in trying to argue with the Norwegian.

The ride to the hospital was silent it was mapi and ingrid in the front seats while you were in the back. Mapis fingers gripped the steering wheel tighter than normal but not out of anger but more of im disappointed in you but also concern because while she acted like a sibling she loved and cared for you like a mother would. Ingrid on the other had was silent just scrolling through her phone and thats how you knew she was mad at you for not telling her. The doctor had told you that you had a slipped disc and that you would be out of football for atleast a month and you would need regular physio to try and place it back into the correct spot which would stop the pain when standing and bending down.

While it wasn't the greatest news you atleast knew what it was but missing a whole month of the season is a big hit as you were having a really good break through season. When you got back to the apartment the atmosphere had shifted the air was more tense than before "come on y/n sit down" ingrid said sighing and you knew you were in for it. "Why didn't you tell us bebita that you were in pain?" Mapi asked with genuine curiosity in her eyes "do you not trust us?" Ingrid added on. "No i do trust you but I don't.. I dont know i guess I was just embarrassed like to be injured of something that was my own fault I just felt stupid so I didn't mention it and I was fine the first week like genuinely was fine but then it just got worse." You said with pure honesty knowing you wouldn't be judged by the two older women.

"Im glad you told us but you can always tell us if you are in pain we aren't gonna judge you and yes you may think it's embarrassing but its not and you could have made yourself even more injured if I didn't catch you today" ingrid said to you with concern but care laced in her tone. "Im sorry guys but im glad you understand but I promise I won't do it again" you said back to them and in that moment you actually meant what you said and for the first time in your career you understood that being honest with injuries is much better than being stubborn when you have a good support system around you.

A.N- hi guys sorry for the inactivity this is just a quick one I thought of,well not really this genuinely happened to me a few weeks ago..even the way I got injured but yk hope you enjoyed

[pitchsidestories]

the wish II Ingrid Engen x Mapi León x Reader

romantic masterlist | platonic masterlist | word count: 1340

summary: Mapi and Ingrid are looking for a special gift to give it reader for Christmas. requested

author's note: dear readers, we hope @briggtea and you all will enjoy the wholesome oneshot. 💜💜

You smiled when you saw the sign on the door that said they were filming for a social media post outside on the pitch. Those videos were always a lot of fun. You never knew what the question of the day would be when you walked out to training, it kept you on your toes.

You opened the door curiously, excited to answer whatever the social media department came up with.

“Bon dia, girls. I’ve a question for you. What was your favourite football shirt as a child?”

The question made your face light up immediately. Childhood memories of yourself watching hours upon hours of football flooded your brain. You wanted to be exactly like your idols, so you begged for their shirts for birthdays and Christmases every year.

Mapi who walked out in front of you didn’t hesitate and winked at the camera: “Puyol for me.“

“Any Barcelona one for me too.“, Ellie replied politely before turning towards you, “What about you, y/n?”

You thought about it for a moment, trying to find the perfect answer: “I’m afraid I don’t really have a favourite but there was one I always wanted and never got.“

“Tell us.“, Ellie demanded with a big grin.

“But that wasn’t the point of the question, was it?”, you smirked.

“Doesn’t matter, keep going.“, directed the social media manager.

You shrugged and finally revealed: “I always wanted a Marta jersey.“

As you were about to continue to walk towards the pitch, Ingrid appeared by your side. She studied your side profile with watchful eyes: “Was there a special reason? I mean to why you didn’t get it?”

You shook your head: “No, I just never got it.“

A plain and simple explanation now but when you were young, you were heartbroken about the fact. You adored everything the Brazilian did, from her skills to the way she spoke about women’s football.

She was so good that she was even recognised by male football players at a time when the sport was still target of a lot of ridicule. For you, she was the greatest football player ever back then. In fact, you still looked up to her today.

“That’s sad. Alexia, Caro, Ona? What were your favourite shirts growing up?”, the social media manager moved on to the next players that left the dressing room.

“Mine was Messi!”, Vicky yelled from behind them to which Alexia only rolled her eyes.

“Messi, of course. I loved my Ronaldinho one.“, the captain with a nostalgic smile on her lips.

Vicky frowned at her: “Who?”

“You don’t know who Ronaldinho is?!”, Alexia and you synchronously asked with dismay.

“Just kidding.“, the young player laughed.

You shook your head about her: “Can’t believe you’d joke about something like that!”

“I know. That’s why I had to.“, she smirked back.

“You’ll get that back.”, Alexia warned her with a mischievous twinkle in her hazel eyes. The captain already busy thinking about what she could do to return the joke.

While your team warmed up, Mapi bumped her arm softly into your girlfriend’s side to receive her attention. “You know what, Ingrid?”

“What?”, the Norwegian frowned.

“I think I’ve the perfect idea for y/n’s Christmas present this year.”, the older defender told her proudly.

Mid exercise Ingrid stopped moving, eagerly waiting for her lover to continue: “Tell me.”

“A Brazil Marta jersey.”, Mapi whispered because you were nearby, but luckily too focused on the training to hear what they were saying.

The taller woman’s face lit up in delight at the Spaniard’s suggestion: “That’s a great idea. I’m sure we can get her an original one even and she’ll love it.”

“I hope so.”, the heavily tattooed defender replied optimistically.

The weeks before Christmas were hectic, but at times beautiful, for example, when you strolled with the Barcelona team around Gamla stan, Stockholm’s old town which was prettily decorated for the festive season.

During the walk Mapi couldn’t stop taking photos of her surroundings including Ingrid and you. Memories forever captured on camera film.

The Christmas days the three of you spend in Norway, close to Ingrid’s family, the New Years Eve you all would be back in Spain to celebrate the arrival of 2025 with your friends.

For a moment you looked at the window, watching the snowflakes dance in front of it. Your girlfriends and you already had a delicious evening dinner.

Now it was the time to unpack the presents which lay underneath the Christmas tree. All three of you were filled with giddy excitement and couldn’t wait to see the reaction of your loves when they’d open what you gifted them.

“Okay, who’s starting to unpack the first present.”, you clapped excitedly into your hands.

A bright grin was formed on Mapi’s lips as she volunteered, she was fully covered in the warmest blanket to keep herself warm: “I’ll start.”

“This is from y/n and me.”, Ingrid explained solemnly handing her the beautifully and careful wrapped box.

Once the Spaniard glanced into the insides, she glanced up in awe. “You girls are the cutest. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. We spotted this and immediately thought that’s so Maria.”, you hummed.

In a pleasant tone the Norwegian added: “And we know you love everything coffee related.”

Both of you knew that the older defenders love for coffee ran so deep she even got it permanently inked to her skin. On a rare free day, you three loved to spend your time in trying out new coffeeshops.

“I’ll be on coffee duty tomorrow morning to try this out.”, Mapi decided cheerfully.

“We hoped you’d say that.”, you chuckled.

“Of course, you two did.”, she smiled amusedly.

Clearing your throat you quickly changed the topic:” Ingrid, you’re next.”

The Norwegian started to unwrap her present patiently, folding the paper neatly until it revealed a dainty golden necklace.

“Oh my god, girls. You didn’t need to. Thank you so much.“

“You’re welcome, amor.“, Mapi said softly as she helped her put the necklace on.

“You deserve it.“, you agreed.

“I really appreciate it.“, Ingrid beamed.

You both leaned over to simultaneously press kisses to her cheeks which made Ingrid immediately turn red.

“So I guess it’s my turn now.“, you finally said, pulling the only gift left under the tree into your lap.

Mapi nodded with excitement: “Yes, open it!”

You could feel your breath hitch when you saw a sliver of yellow fabric peaking out from the wrapping paper. It couldn’t be. There was no way.

“It’s a Marta jersey!”, you finally confirmed delighted, holding up the Brazil shirt.

Ingrid nodded, pointing at the back with your idols name and number on it: “It’s even signed.“

“No way!”

“Do you like it?”, Mapi asked impatiently.

You shook your head, lost for words. The little girl inside of you was jumping with joy and you suddenly felt emotional for her. “No. I love it. You know when we were kids, we only had male role models and Marta was the first female one for me…“

“And now you finally have her shirt.“, Ingrid concluded.

“Thank you so much. This might be the most thoughtful present I’ve ever received.“, you said as you blinked away the upcoming tears.

“Admittedly we had some help with it.“, Mapi laughed lightheartedly.

“From our fellow football friends?”, you asked.

Ingrid nodded: “Special thanks to Geyse.“

“And our social media team for asking you that question.“, Mapi added.

You couldn’t help yourself, you had to slip the shirt over your Christmas sweater. You pulled your two girlfriends into a tight hug: “Thank you, sweethearts. This might be one of my favourite gifts ever.“

“We’re glad you like it.“, Mapi smiled and gently kissed you forehead. “Look, it started to snow again!”

“This is beautiful.“, you said while staring out the window where big snowflakes fell, starting to cover Ingrids hometown in a layer of white.

Ingrid pulled you and Mapi in towards her as you stood there and watched on: “It truly couldn’t be anymore perfect than this.“

Christmas/Winter Oneshots

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[ilovejb]

| Hidden Love |

Pairings : Alexia Putellas x sister!reader Ingrid Engen x sister!reader

Summary : Y/N, Alexia Putellas’ younger sister, plays for Barcelona. When she falls in love with Anika Engen, Ingrid’s younger sister, their relationship must remain a secret. But keeping it hidden from their sisters proves harder than they ever imagined.

Warnings : Angst to fluff, kissing ?

Authors note : Never written smth like this hopefully it’s good around 4k word count

You never imagined being this close to your sister, Alexia. She was your older sibling, a legend in her own right. Growing up, you’d always admired her from the shadows, seeing how fierce and driven she was. Now, playing for Barcelona yourself, it was clear she expected nothing less from you.

But there was a deeper connection between the two of you. Alexia had always been protective of you, watching over you at every practice, making sure you were okay — especially when you joined the senior team. She’d never hesitated to keep a watchful eye, even as you made a name for yourself in the team. It was hard to move out of her shadow.

But things got complicated the moment you started noticing Anika Engen — Ingrid’s younger sister.

Anika wasn’t like most people. She had this quiet strength about her that was impossible to ignore. It wasn’t just that she was beautiful — it was something in the way she carried herself. Strong but gentle, confident but with a softness you didn’t see in many others. She played for Barça B, just like you, and training alongside her felt like an unspoken bond.

At first, it was innocent — the shared glances between you two after practice, the easy laughter whenever you talked. It wasn’t anything major. But then came the day when her hand brushed against yours while you were walking back to the locker room. It felt like the whole world stopped, the connection between you undeniable.

For weeks, you tried to ignore the feelings growing inside you. Anika had a way of looking at you that made your heart race. But you had to keep your distance. Ingrid was overprotective, and Alexia… well, you couldn’t even imagine how they would react if they knew. The idea of them finding out about you and Anika made your stomach twist in knots.

But one evening, everything changed.

You’d agreed to meet Anika at a quiet café after training, the dim lighting and the soft hum of chatter around you providing a temporary escape from the pressure. You sat across from each other, talking about your day, about the team, and for a moment, it felt like the world didn’t matter.

Then, without warning, Anika reached across the table and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, her fingers lingering on your skin. Your breath hitched, and before you could stop yourself, your hand found hers. You looked up, meeting her eyes.

“I… I can’t stop thinking about you,” Anika whispered, her voice low and vulnerable.

And that was it. You kissed her. It wasn’t long, but it was deep, full of all the things you had been holding back for weeks. You pulled away, both of you breathless.

“Anika…” You couldn’t find the words. “I don’t know what this means, but I don’t want to stop.”

“I don’t either,” she whispered back, squeezing your hand. “But we have to be careful. I can’t risk losing you. Not like this.”

You didn’t want to stop either. You didn’t know how to navigate this new, messy, wonderful thing between you, but for the first time in weeks, you felt alive, free.

But you knew it wouldn’t be easy. And you were right.

The next few weeks were a whirlwind of emotions. You couldn’t stop thinking about Anika, even when you were on the field. Your mind would wander to her smile, the way she laughed, the way her fingers felt on your skin. But you couldn’t let anyone know. You had to keep it a secret.

You and Anika continued meeting, each time more and more secretive. Quick stolen kisses behind the training field, the brush of fingers in the locker room when no one was looking. Every touch felt like it could send your heart into overdrive. But the fear of getting caught weighed heavily on both of you. And there were signs that someone might be onto you.

Alexia started asking questions. You’d lied, telling her you were just busy with training or that you were spending time with friends. But she could tell. You were distant, distracted. She wasn’t stupid.

And Ingrid… well, Ingrid had been keeping a close eye on Anika, noticing her behavior too. Anika was normally so composed, but lately, she’d been avoiding Ingrid’s gaze and withdrawing from the team.

Ingrid finally confronted Anika after a practice. “What’s going on with you?” she demanded, her voice sharp. “You’ve been acting strange.”

Anika’s eyes widened, and for a moment, you thought she was going to break. But she didn’t. She just shook her head. “I’m fine, Ingrid. It’s just been a lot lately.”

But Ingrid wasn’t convinced. She didn’t trust the way Anika was acting.

It was a few days after that conversation when it all came crashing down. You and Anika had decided to meet after practice at your usual spot. You’d just kissed when you heard the door to the locker room creak open. You both froze, and your stomach dropped.

Ingrid and Alexia stood in the doorway, staring at the two of you with wide eyes.

For a moment, no one moved. No one spoke. But the silence was deafening. You and Anika broke apart, but the damage was done. Ingrid’s eyes were filled with shock and something else — hurt, disappointment. Alexia stood beside her, her arms crossed tightly, a cold expression on her face.

“Y/N…” Alexia said, her voice low and steady. “What is this?”

Ingrid was the first to react. “You’re dating her?” she demanded, her voice breaking. “Behind my back?”

You could barely find your voice. “We didn’t plan for this,” you whispered. “We didn’t mean for it to happen.”

But Ingrid wasn’t listening. She was too upset, too hurt. “You should have told me, Y/N. You know better than this.”

Alexia stepped forward, her gaze sharp and unforgiving. “This isn’t just about you, Y/N,” she said, her voice trembling with barely restrained anger. “This is about our family. And you betrayed that.”

“I didn’t mean to,” you choked out, tears welling up in your eyes. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

Anika stepped forward, her hand trembling as she reached for Ingrid. “Please, don’t be mad at her. It’s not her fault.”

But Ingrid pulled away. “I can’t believe you, Anika. You should’ve known better.”

For the next few weeks, things were strained. Alexia and Ingrid barely spoke to you. It was like they were punishing you — ignoring you, shutting you out. They didn’t want to see you, didn’t want to hear your apologies. You knew you’d messed up, but it was hard to find a way back into their hearts. Every time you walked past them, they turned away. You felt the coldness of their silence like a physical blow.

Anika was just as miserable. The silence between you two was almost unbearable. You missed the small moments, the stolen glances, the feeling of her hand in yours.

But there was nothing you could do. Or so you thought.

Weeks passed, and the atmosphere in the house you shared with Alexia and Ingrid became suffocating. Neither Alexia nor Ingrid spoke to you or Anika. But Mapi and Olga, noticing the change, finally stepped in.

One evening, after a tense dinner, Mapi pulled Ingrid aside. “You’re punishing them,” she said quietly. “And you’re punishing yourselves, too.”

Ingrid’s jaw clenched, but she didn’t say anything.

Olga, with a more gentle tone, addressed Alexia. “I know this is hard, but they’re not kids anymore. They’re both adults now, and they made a choice. You have to respect that, even if it hurts.”

Mapi and Olga’s words didn’t immediately change anything, but they planted a seed of doubt in Ingrid and Alexia’s minds. Slowly, the walls they had built around themselves started to crumble.

A few more weeks passed, and the tension between the four of you was almost unbearable. But one evening, as you sat in the living room, Ingrid walked in and stood in front of you.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly, her voice heavy with emotion. “I was scared. Scared that I was losing you. Scared of what could happen.”

You nodded, feeling your heart ache. “I never meant to hurt you.”

Alexia, standing behind Ingrid, spoke softly, “I didn’t want to lose you either. But I see now… you’ve grown. And I can’t hold you back anymore.”

The four of you stood in silence for a moment, the weight of the past weeks heavy on your shoulders. Anika was beside you, her hand gently resting on your arm, her presence a quiet support. It felt like the world was holding its breath.

Ingrid finally spoke, her voice trembling. “I’ve been angry at you, Y/N. But I’ve been angry at myself too. I wanted to protect you, to keep you safe. But I forgot something important.”

Alexia stepped forward, her expression softening. “You don’t need to hide from us. You can be honest with us, all of you. We’re family. And we should be supporting each other, not turning away.”

The tension in the room seemed to evaporate, replaced by a soft sense of relief that you hadn’t realized you were longing for. You stepped forward, pulling Anika closer, your heart full of gratitude.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered to both Alexia and Ingrid, feeling a tear slip down your cheek. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

Ingrid gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. “I know. And I’m sorry, too.”

Alexia reached over, pulling you into a hug. “I’m still learning how to be your sister, Y/N. But I’ll always be here for you. Both of you.”

Anika, who had been standing quietly, looked at Ingrid with hope in her eyes. Ingrid’s eyes softened, and she smiled, a gesture that spoke volumes.

“Let’s all just be together, as sisters,” Ingrid said, her voice light, the tension finally easing. “We don’t have to hide anymore.”

With that, you and Anika shared a smile, and for the first time in what felt like forever, everything was okay. The healing had begun.

The four of you — Alexia, Ingrid, you, and Anika — sat together, talking and laughing late into the night. The love and support that had been tested had only grown stronger, and the bond between you was now unbreakable.

[thewretched1999]

── .✦ tonight, you're on my mind.

a/n: gonna be blurb posting the next couple of days, i might expand on this idea in the future but its been sitting in my docs for a while now...figured i might as well post this one. wc: 370

Your marriage is dying, but what do you do when no one's at fault?

There weren’t any suspicious late nights on either side, no arguments that snowballed into something more, no cracks that went ignored until they turned into fractures. It just is, and you don't know how to fix it.

The worst part is? You don’t think Leon’s noticed yet. 

He carries on like nothings changed, still initiates intimacy, still tells you he loves you, still plans date nights and tells you he’ll take you out on that nice little trip you’ve both always dreamed about as soon as the DSO approves his vacation days, bless his heart.

But you can feel it, the weak flame that flickers between you two dying each night he holds you, it grows weaker even when you turn to face him and find those soft blue eyes staring back into yours with that same undying devotion they’ve had since you both met, and you? 

You don’t feel anything. Just guilt. 

When his hand brushes up your arm and leaves goosebumps in his wake, you thank your lucky stars your body still reacts to him, even if your heart isn’t fully in it.

“What’re you thinking about?” He murmurs, cupping your face tenderly. You don’t deserve this, the love and care he still has for you is wasted. Yet you smile.

“Nothing.” You hum, placing your hand over his. “Just you.” 

It’s not entirely a lie, just an omission. You hate yourself more for it.

Leon doesn’t press, just accepts this answer for now. He kisses your forehead gently, lets his hand slip into your hair to cradle the back of your head and tugs you closer, tucks you safely underneath his chin. He loves quiet nights like these, when he can just unwind and relax. You can never be close enough for him.

It only makes you feel worse knowing how much he appreciates your closeness. His heartbeat used to lull you to sleep, now all you can do is stare blankly at the ceiling with your arm moving on instinct to wrap around his neck for comfort you won't find.

If only he’d married someone better, someone honest. 

But he hadn’t. All he’s left with is you.

[cerise-angel]

late night tv, i want you on me

soft!leon kennedy x fem!reader blurb

literally just domestic fluff

it's all a little boring since you quit your job. most of the days you spend trying to keep up with a routine your boyfriend helped you to plan, but you end up sleeping until noon and eating frozen fruits while watching stupid tv shows or playing some pc games. you kinda hate yourself for it, since you should be studying or going to the gym or, you know, looking for a job. although leon has told you to not worry about it, since he is a big badass secret agent and can provide for you both, you still want to do you own thing. you feel less like a leech when you engage in cleaning or taking care of the house. you quite enjoy the days when you wake up early (10 am) and have a long hot shower, washing your hair, exfoliating and then proceding to apply moisturizers and hair oils. then you lunch and spend the next hour doing the laundry, trying to get some gruesome stains out of leon's shirts. you end up leaving the stains you cant completely scrub off and lining the clothes to dry out in the sun. you study a little, after managing to clean the kitchen and sweep some dust out of the rooms. you put clean sheets, since leon in finally coming home. it makes you smile lazily, eager to smell his cologne and find warmth in his arms. you try to make a nice dinner for him, some pasta and shrimps, and induge yourself in some late night tv after its done. you wait for him, even though you're almost falling asleep. the lock on the door creaks and you feel your body getting filled with longing. leon opens the door smiling softly, a little bruise on his brow and you're pretty sure there's others underneath his dark clothing. you reach to him shyly, waiting until he drops his bags and removes his shoes before attacking him. he laughs when you do, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you a little off the ground. he kisses your lips while youre smiling. "made your favorite dinner" you mutter before running to the kitchen to heat up. leon cant stop watching you, too happy to be at home again. he closes and locks the door and follows you to the kitchen. you frown a little when he doesnt stands right behind you engulfing your body with his. he looks at you with a puzzled expression. "i want you on me" he smiles all shy before reaching to you, glueing his chest on your back and nuzzling his face on your neck. you´re pretty sure this is what happiness is.

[crsssie]

aaaand up we go ! - leon x reader (college au)

The baby grabbing onto your jeans struggles as she holds her breath, face determined as she stays standing, saliva-stained fingers clenching around the fabric as she falls to the ground with a huff.

You hold your hand against the wall that she drops against, making sure she doesn't hit her poor little head.

You finish the last of the food on your plate, and you get up to put it away as she stands again, holding her hands onto the fabric of the chair as you rinse off your plate to put in the dishwasher.

"How was class?"

"Oh, it was fine."

Leon keeps you in a conversation, neither of you noticing the little girl that's somehow waddled over to hold onto the fabric of your pants again.

"Oh, hello sweetheart!" You laugh, cheeks warm as she bats her lashes at you.

"Uppie!"

You frown, bending down slightly as you run your hand through her hair.

"I'm not strong enough for that, sweetheart."

She pouts as if she understands, and you lean back slightly as Leon makes a move.

"Well, lucky for you, baby, I am." He laughs, scooping her up in his arms as she giggles, Leon pressing his nose to her cheek to rub as she laughs.

"Oh, well aren't you just the sweetest?"

You reach over to boop at the toddler in his arms, tapping her nose as you laugh with them.

"Hm? Is that okay? Big brother Leon lifting you up instead of me?"

Leon meets eyes with you as he smiles to his eyes, and you fight the stutter in your heart as the baby nods.

"Wonderful." You laugh, peppering her face with kisses as Leon tilts his head.

"And for me who's doing all the lifting?" He taps his cheek, and you pretend to think.

"Sweetheart, do you want to give him one on his other cheek?" You tap Leon's other cheek, and the baby cheers.

Leon leans down for the baby to kiss one cheek, and you press a chaste one to his other.

Leon beams, eyes meeting yours as the baby reaches for you.

"I'll play with you back at the table." You turn on your heel with a raise of brow to Leon, and he nods.

"Are we playing house?"

"I don't know, Leon. Are we?"

"Then in that case, yes, we are."

[wherenymphsroam]

getting bratty with Leon.

strung out and high off multiple orgasms he’s already yanked from you, and you swear you’re close to just going nonverbal. with the last vestiges of strength you have, you meet his eyes, squinting and letting your brows pinch in a way that is nothing short of condescending. even in your position, lying beneath him with your knees bent and thighs spread wide, you dare to laugh in his face.

“really?” you pant, head bobbing with the force of his already sharp thrusts. “that all you got? I can barely feel it..”

and something inside him just…. clicks. oh. you wanted to play real dirty tonight didn’t you?

with a growled laugh, he shakes his head, and the smile that stretches across his lips doesn’t quite meet his eyes. when he looks up at you from under his brows, his eyes are no longer that bright, cerulean blue you fawn over in the sunlight. the moon is high, and they’re now painted with a tide of dark watered desire only you could string out of him.

“hm. can ‘barely feel it’, huh?” he scoffs, entertaining your obviously baseless, outright stupid taunting. you both know he was already grazing your cervix with each burial of his hips.

suddenly, that threat, that graze of his tip is flush with the deepest parts of you as he roughly takes one thigh in his grip, throwing it over his shoulder. you can only get out a squeak of his name before he’s leaning down, bringing you chest to chest and drilling himself within you, hard and deep. a man on a damn mission.

“don’t worry. you’re gonna feel it when I fucking come inside you.”

[camerahaterlittle]

We're from the same pack but from rivaling herds | Alexia Putellas

Summary: Alexia has never been a good mother to you and finally you snap and she finally realizes her mistake as a mother

Warnings: Bad writing grammer and mentions of purposeful self harm Alexia's a bad guy here yall if this seems like something that you wouldn't enjoy please don't read

Part two

Ever since Alexia was pregnant with you, she never really thought about the future and whether you'd take on her legacy and continue to play football with your name of the back of the jersey even when you were born she never felt that connection that her mother told her she would feel with you she was just numb she didn't necessarily like you but she loved you.

Whether that was because she felt like she had to or because she actually did was always unclear to her and only her because she never told anyone how she actually felt about having you but deep down she knew that she didn't want you by any means in her kind she was young in love and free.

You always thought that's why you always sat alone at the dinner table eating dinner with one of Alexia's old jerseys on one of the chairs stretched out so it'd fit there pretending it was her when you were only 5 years old with whatever interview you could find of her playing in the background while Alba slept on the couch.

Ever since those days you swore, you wouldn't let your mother hurt you any longer, yet it didn't work all that well since you always bit back your words every time you were talking to her (it was really arguments) and those talks always left you in tears at a random gym taking your pain out on a punching back was your form correct no not at all your fists always hurt in the first ten minutes because you didn't wrap your hands right but in some way you enjoyed the pain since it took your mind off everything else.

Boxing was your thing it let you relieve whatever emotions you were feeling without any form of consequence if you didn't count the fact your knuckles would be killing you after the session with barely any breaks boxing was more of your thing than football ever was and maybe that's why you and your mother got pushed further away there wasn't anything you could bond over since your hate for football from when you were 5 stayed all the way until now.

And that was why to your self adopted coach, said you were the best fighter in Spain, at least that's what he told you that you could be if you let him help you and get you to that point you only nodded barely listening to the guy only 'agreeing' because you wanted to get back to hitting the bag like it offended you in some way.

Did Alexia know about your fighting? No, she didn't. No one really knew if you didn't count Ingrid and Mapi in that statement because they knew everything, yet you made them promise not to say anything or do anything when you broke down in front of them spilling everything that's been happening.

The couple had become your anchor through everything they were the only thing holding you above the crashing water, keeping you a float helping you swim through everything you knew you could always count on them no matter the situation they were always there and that was something you'd never take for granted since you never got that much growing up.

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You looked around, trying to spot Mapi and Ingrid in the small crowd of people. After your fight, you ended up winning, which wasn't a surprise to your coach or any of the small number of fans you had since you normally won every fight of yours with barely any struggle.

But to your surprise, when you finally found the couple, you saw Alexia standing right next to them, a small frown on her face with her arms crossed against her chest. Your expression hardened immediately. Your jaw clenched as you took off your gloves so you could finally wipe the sweat and blood off your face.

You were zoned out the entire conversation with your coach, only humming or mumbling a small okay in response to whatever he was saying the moment he was finished talking to you, you were out of the ring walking over to Mapi, Ingrid, and Alexia the couple pulling you into their arms like they were trying to shield you away from Alexia's gaze.

"You did amazing out there cariño best fight I ever saw." Mapi murmured in your ear as she held you closer to her as Ingrid started a somewhat friendly conversation with Alexia, trying to get her attention off of you and Mapi.

You had the smallest smile on your face from her praise as your arms slightly tightened around her, enjoying the warmth and love you got from the fellow Spaniard. "Thank you, Maps," you said quietly, a small shiver going down your spine when her hand started to scratch at your scalp, ignoring the way the slightly wet strands felt against her fingertips.

Mapi looked up and away from you when Alexia cleared her throat, rolling her eyes at the sight of you and her best friend together. Mapi slowly pulled you out of her arms so you could actually see your mother, yet you stayed close to one of your favorite people, not like the arm Mapi still had around you was gonna let you go anywhere at all.

"Why didn't you tell me that you were boxing now, huh?" Alexia spoke her tone sharp and calculated just like it always was when she spoke to you. Mapi, in response to Alexia's words, pulled you a bit closer to you, offering you a silent comfort from Alexia's coldness.

"I didn't think it was such a big deal it's just a hobby." Your words came out quiet less harsh than Alexia's the somewhat happiness you felt from before vanishing as she continued. You knew she wouldn't drop this topic even if you just wished she would.

"Just a hobby, then explain why you've been doing this for the past year. If it's just a hobby, why are you continuing this Y/n." Alexia stepped closer to you, her frame towering over yours the moment the Norwegian who was standing on the side saw this she came between the two of you immediately something that surprised Alexia since Ingrid wasn't one for getting in between things often.

"Why don't you leave Alexia she will be home later on in the night. I think you need to cool down some, and then you guys can talk." Ingrid's words were sharp and calculated as she chose her words wisely, stopping whatever possible fight that could've been caused because of this.

You let out a sigh of relief Ingrid's words acting as a life jacket in the horrible waves of the sea keeping you above the water. Mapi pressed a soft kiss to your forehead as she walked away with you, leaving the Norwegian to deal with whatever Alexia could possibly say in response to things.

"She needs to come home now. Engen, there's conversations that we have to have." Alexia's expression hardened as she stared at her teammate, wondering why she was stopping her from getting her child and bringing her home to have a conversation.

"And that's not happening, not right now, Alexia she's not coming home until she's ready to talk to you, and until then, she will be staying with me and Mapi she is safe with us for the time being" Ingrid responded her own expression hardening the longer she stayed with Alexia she knew no conversation would be had it would be one sided the Spaniard in front of her being the only one who spoke while you sat in silence.

Alexia scoffed, shaking her head she had a feeling no matter what she said. Ingrid wouldn't let her take you home, so she left it at that, muttering something in Spainsh that the Norwegian couldn't quite catch in the moment.

Ingrid watched Alexia walk away, making sure she actually left before going to find you and Mapi finding the two of you in the back room of this gym you ended up fighting in a soft smile appearing on hee face as she saw you and Mapi messing around while talking she partly knew that her girlfriend was only doing this to distract you from what had just happened and it was clearly working.

The midfielder eventually walked over to the two of you, interrupting the mini fight/conversation you two were having "Alright you two, we've got to go home and get some food in our stomachs." Both you and Mapi turned, hearing the Ingrid's words pouting a bit since what you two were planning was interrupted but compiled anyways."Yes, mom." "Aye Aye, captain." Came from the both of you, Ingrid chuckling in response as the three of you left ready to get home.

All three of you hopped into the car, buckling yourselves in the car windows immediately being put down some the drive to your favorite restaurant being made while you got the aux cord and you took full control over that playing every Frozen song since in your words "It's not my fault it has one of the best soundtracks" which only resulted in groans.

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By the time you walked into the house, you saw Alexia on the couch it had only been a couple hours since you last saw her, and you felt your heart clench at the sight of her sitting there zoned out to the point she didn't even notice walking inside the house.

You sighed, walking into the kitchen, grabbing an energy drink, cracking it open, taking a long sip from it. You heard Alexia getting up, making out the sounds of her clothes russling as she made her way into the kitchen after her gaze felt weird like she was staring straight through you or something and you most definitely didn't like that at all.

"Y/n, we need to talk about things." Alexia's tone was for once surprisingly softer than it normally was when she was talking to you, and that threw you off guard.

"You mean you're gonna talk, and I have to listen." Your tone was sharp just like hers was earlier at your fight, and yet instead of you being caught off guard, it was Alexia she never heard you take that tone with her once in her life.

"And quite frankly, I'm tired of listening to you talk and you expecting me to just take it and listen." You continued not giving her a chance to speak you were tired of listening and that was clear.

You took another swig from your drink, not daring to face her because you knew if you did, you'd crumble and wouldn't get everything you felt off of your chest nothing you were thinking in this moment was making sense and that meant everything came out oddly not making much sense but you knew Alexia was smart enough to get the point.

"I know i wasn't ever your baby and that I was only a maybe to you, and it took me forever to accept that hell I don't think I've even accepted it now I think I'm just okay with it now even if it hurts because my own mother doesn't care unless it affects her and even then you couldn't care less." You wiped the tears that were already falling. You expected that you wouldn't be able to hold yourself together during this. What made you say all of this to her was unknown. Maybe it was the softness in her tone, or maybe you were done with everything.

"I only wanted to feel loved by you, but you didn't even give me that all I got was you talking and ignoring what I had to say I got your jerseys on chairs in the kitchen because you were too busy to come home I sat alone pretending you were there with an interview of you playing wishing you'd care or love me just as much as you love football no five year old should have to do that." You could hear your words coming out shaky as you spoke, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. You glanced at Alexia seeing her standing there tears in her eyes but you didn't care not when she was your first heartbreak.

"I just want you to love me as much as you love Pina or Vicky. I'm your actual daughter, and yet they somehow get more love and attention from you. I tried everything to get your attention, and yet I still couldn't get it. I wanted your attention good or bad." You took a shaky deep breath, putting your drink down on the counter rubbing your face, trying to get rid of the tears that were freely falling.

"But I didn't ever get that from you. I got it from Mapi and Ingrid. I got it from Alba and Jenni, but never you, the one person's love and attention i wanted i didn't get ever and I don't think you know how much that shaped me as a person." You turned around facing her. You could see she was going through every emotion possible as you continued.

"I don't need it now anymore, but she needed it she needed it more than me. I've grown to accept what you've done, but she hasn't she's still wondering what made you not love her as much as you loved everyone else." Alexia felt her heart break at your words she knew exactly what you meant by she without you even saying it, and it hurt her more than she ever thought.

You picked up your can once again, downing the rest of it before setting it back on the counter just staring into her eyes. Both of your eyes were red, tears staining your cheeks, and in that moment, it really felt like you were looking into a mirror staring back at yourself when, in all reality, it was just two hurt people one hurting more than the other.

You stood there like there for a few more moments, looking away from her as your lip trembled a bit. You just wanted Alexia to answer one question, and one only but you knew the answer would probably break you even more. "Did you ever actually love me? Did you ever even want me?".

You waited for her to respond, and it took her minutes to respond, but when she finally did, your heart broke even more just like you expected. "I don't know. I wish I had a better answer." Alexia was ashamed of herself for the way everything turned out for the way she treated her own daughter.

You nodded, walking over to the door and leaving the house without another word for once it was pouring outside. You wanted to turn around and go back inside the house, but you didn't. You kept walking without a set place in your mind on where to go.

Alexia watched you leave her heartbreaking even more. If that was even possible, she walked over to the couch sitting down head in her hands as she cried, wondering what had happened to make this turn out this way even if she knew the answer deep down.

It had been more than an hour since you left, and Alexia was still crying over everything, her heart aching in a way she didn't know was possible she picked up her phone when it started to ring answering it waiting to see who it was.

"Hello, is this Alexia Putellas" A man's voice spoke his voice ringing through Alexia's ears.

"Yes, this is her. What's this call for." Alexia thought this was just another photoshot guy or anything of that sort but she couldn't have been anymore wrong.

"I'm sorry to inform you, but your daughter Y/n is currently in the hospital in critical condition." The man responded, but he didn't get a response. The call ended immediately as Alexia jumped up, grabbing her keys and leaving her phone behind as she ran out the door, getting in her car driving to the nearest hospital breaking all kinds of laws just to get there.

Okay, I feel like this is incredibly short, but enjoy this while I work on other requests

[wileys-russo]

Mapi + Ingrid, "Don't you hide that thermometer from us!" (Reader is adamant they're not sick)

Also, Happy New Year!

downpour II m.león, i.engen

it had all started the night before, with what was supposed to be a lovely date night out had ended with the three of you soaked to the bone and mapi in the doghouse.

the tattooed defender had insisted on driving despite both you and ingrid offering, snatching the keys and zooming out the door calling for the two of you to hurry up as ingrid was still sat down trying to get her shoes on.

swearing under her breath in norweigan you grinned knowing exactly what she said, your calls out for the energetic girl already waiting at the elevator falling on deaf ears as mapi simply shook the keys with a jingle and you hovered in the doorway.

"at least one of you knows the meaning of the word patient." ingrid rolled her eyes as she stood and grabbed her bag from the table, pressing a grateful kiss to your lips before you moved out of the way and she pulled the front door closed with a click.

you snickered as mapi puckered her lips expectantly in the elevator, ingrid ignoring her and instead pulling you into another kiss as the shorter girl gasped.

"ingrid!"

only it seemed now her protests fell on deaf ears as the doors opened and ingrid pulled away, taking your hand and tugging you out of the elevator as your head swam a little from the kiss, mapi huffing and puffing after the pair of you into the car park.

"ven aquí mi amor."

right as ingrid let you go you felt a body press into you as you were backed up into the car, grunting a little in surprise as your other girlfriend pounced, tangling a hand in your hair you'd just spent half an hour straightening and latching her mouth to yours.

you let out a small gasp at the slight tug at your roots which had your chin angled upward, the defenders tongue sliding past your lips as her body heat pumped against yours and her spare hand slipped up your shirt.

it was only ingrid clearing her throat three times which had the spaniard pulling away, your head positively swimming now as you blinked slowly and mapi pushed away from you with a satisfied grin.

"was that supposed to make me jealous maría?" the norweigan smirked rounding the car and slipping into the back, unbothered by the display of affection as the shorter girl scowled in response.

though her face softened as it caught your still stunned expression, a slight smile pulling at her lips as she opened your door for you, murmuring for you to get inside as you did so wordlessly.

"tan bonito." mapi hummed, leaning down to press a much softer kiss to your lips than before before closing your door and jogging around to the drivers side.

"very pretty." ingrid leaned forward to kiss your cheek in agreement, rolling her eyes as your other girlfriend stuck the key in the ignition but made no move to turn it on, tapping her cheek with her finger.

"you are such a baby maria." ingrid chuckled making you grin as she kissed the defenders cheek, leaning forward even more to kiss her lips next but the pair of them were interrupted at the loud growl of your stomach.

"well you heard the girl, she's hungry. vamos!"

~

dinner itself was lovely as expected, the three of you stuffed full of some of the most delicious food barcelona had to offer, finally getting a table at a restaurant you'd all had your eye on for weeks now, your cheeks flushed red from the singular glass of wine you'd had.

however when you finished up dinner and exited the restaurant, gone was the soft pink and yellow sunset that had waved you off, replaced instead with a jet black sky and the thunder of rain, the crack of lightning not too far off in the distance.

"ehh, we will have to run for it." mapi winced having parked two streets over as ingrid mumbled something inaudible, all three of you at least grateful you'd worn some variation of flat shoe, the rain only seeming to get harder and harder the longer you waited.

so with that in mind, counting down from three, you sprinted.

however finally reaching the car, disaster struck as your girlfriend who'd once again not only insisted on driving but also keeping the keys on her, couldn't find them.

so with ingrid yelling at her mapi raced off back to the restaurant and the pair of you did your best to shelter under a nearby tree to try to avoid the downpour, which considering the two of you were already soaked, was really a pointless task.

needless to say once your girlfriend returned, indeed having left the keys on the table, it was a very wet and silent drive home.

~

the next morning you could instantly tell something was off, absolutely sweltering despite the fact it was the middle of the cooler season in spain.

carefully moving ingrids arm from where it was draped across your chest, the norweigan not even stirring as you slipped out of bed, quickly stripping yourself of the hoodie which was encasing you.

but when that did nothing to help the sweat beading across your forehead you made a beeline for the bathroom, splashing a little cold water on your face and wincing as a bolt of pain shot through your head.

a quick check of the medicine cabinet turned up nothing as you left your girlfriends behind and headed for the kitchen instead, hoping mapi had just misplaced the advil after being too lazy to put it back where it belonged.

a rifle through the relevant drawers and you sighed in relief as you found it, popping two small tablets out and filling a glass of water, downing them and rinsing out your glass.

your head feeling a little stuffy and your skin still prickling with heat you trudged back to the bedroom, quickly checking both girls tucked up in bed were still asleep and quietly stepping back into the bathroom.

you had a terrible feeling you already knew the answer but none the less you bent down and grabbed out the thermometer from its case under the sink, popping it into your mouth and sitting on the edge of the bath waiting a moment, a spell of dizziness hitting you suddenly.

"mierda." you mumbled under your breath, tugging it out and seeing how high your temperature was, and now you were hyper aware of it you could feel your nose getting running, grumbling in annoyance under your breath.

"baby. are you okay?" you jumped in surprise not having heard the brunette come in, quickly holding your hand behind your back. "i am fine amor, go back to bed!" you forced a smile, the norweigans eyes narrowing.

"what is behind your back?" ingrid asked with a curious tone, eyebrow raised as you shrugged. "my hand." you answered with a shrug, your girlfriends face clearly mirroring she didn't believe you.

then her gaze drifted, spotting the open case for the thermometer sitting by the sink before her eyes darted back to you. "qué está pasando?" mapi questioned groggily, woken up by the profound lack of bodies in bed with her and coming to investigate the reason she'd woke up alone.

"she is sick." ingrid pointed at you accusingly as you scoffed, trying not to wince at how all of a sudden you could feel your throat tighten and become a little itchy.

"i am not sick!" "don't you hide that thermometer from us." "what thermo-"

only your own body betrayed you as you interrupted yourself with an abruptly aggressive sneeze, accidentally dropping the thermometer in question into the bath behind you with a clatter.

"that thermometer cariño." mapi chuckled in amusement, ingrid shooing you out of the way and plucking it out of the bath as you sighed, marched right back to bed by one girlfriend as the other quickly cleaned off the thermometer in the sink.

"maría mi amor-" you tried, silenced with a finger smooshed against your lips, rolling your eyes as the defender shook her head. "you know maría none of this would have happened if you hadn't left the keys!" ingrid huffed, shoving the thermometer into your mouth before you could even blink.

"me? this is not my fault!" "yes it is." "no it is not." "yes it is!" "no it-"

once more you interrupted with a sneeze, wincing at how it ripped through your body and your throat, making you shiver as both of your girlfriends fell silent.

"i will make soup." "i will find the cough medicine."

they both spoke in sync with a nod, and as they rushed off you pulled the thermometer from your mouth, wincing at the high temperature and quickly stretching over to dunk it in a glass of water on the side table, interrupted by someone clearing their throat and a pair of sharp eyes glaring at you from the doorway.

"don't even think about it kjære"