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You’re my finality

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Hi guys!

I had a request for a Luna based on what happened after the finale. I wrote it on my notes on my phone, I’m currently on holidays without my computer… so please be nice about it 🥲

It’s also the first thing I write for ages… I hope you’ll like it. Please enjoy ❤️

•••

Lucy is almost unable to breath when she sees Chloe going to take the penalty. The time is like suspended. The noise can’t come in her ears, all her focus is on Chloe’s back.

Lucy knows it’s her last Euro. She played all tournament with a broken tibia and the knee in her other leg hurt her so bad that she was scared for a moment that she did her ACL. She wasn’t expecting Ona to come to her at this moment to be honest. But she could recognise that touch with her eyes closed. That’s what actually happened.

When the ball hits the back of the net, her teammates start running, screaming and jumping around. Lucy doesn’t, first because her legs are almost dead. But in fact, her gaze is attracted by the figure of her girlfriend, squeezed between Alexia and Patri. Lucy sees how her shoulders fall, the hands coming to hide her pretty face.

« Come on Luce! »

She hears Lotte call her and she takes by the arm to join the group of their teammates. It’s a mess of blond hair and white jerseys, she can see Leah crying and Tooney jumping around. Grace is hugging everyone who comes near her. And Georgia doesn’t let Lucy have any seconds before jumping on her back when she sees her.

She participates at the celebrations for some time before seeing Leah leaving the group to congratulate their opponents. Lucy follows her, slowly shaking hands or hugging the Spaniards. Some of them being her former teammates, she takes a little bit more time with them, especially Alexia and Mariona.

When she finally reaches Ona who is sitting in the middle of the pitch, now alone before being with Jana, her knee hurts like a bitch. She has real trouble walking and it’s a relief to be able to sit near her girlfriend.

« Hi Beautiful » Lucy says when she’s close enough to be heard.

« Hola mi Vida » Ona answers.

The brunette looks at the English woman sitting next to her. They were able to have some time together during the tournament, but she still missed Lucy. She missed her touch, her smell and her heath.

« Com et sents? » Ona asks immediately, voice half-soft half-broken. « How are you feeling? »

Lucy rolls her eyes, even if she starts to feel her emotions finally overflow.

« You’re joking right? You are the one supposed to be sad »

« You’re the one hurting » Ona counter softly.

She looks at Lucy putting the sock on her knee in the right place, even if it doesn’t probably change anything. But Ona understands easily that it’s an attempt from Lucy to keep her feelings under control.

« I just… It hurt so bad » Lucy finally answers and her voice breaks almost right away. With a hand on her forehead, she continues « It’s still does. They gave me some painkiller but it doesn’t change anything »

Soon her face is hidden by both of her hands and Ona doesn’t lose a second before coming closer to her. She suddenly doesn’t care about losing or winning, she understands that there is much here. Her girlfriend, who she likes to design like the love of her life, is hurting. And probably scared. There is more than a medal’s material.

« I know it’s probably my last Euro but what if I can’t play anymore at all? »

Ona takes a little breath before answering. She knew about Lucy’s broken leg. She gave her opinion to Lucy but doesn’t oblige her to stop. She knew that if Lucy wanted to play, she would do it even with only one leg.

« You don’t know that Luce » Ona answers softly, her hand around Lucy’s neck. « I don’t either. Neither of us do. You show the world several times that you are recovering quicker than everyone. Everything is possible »

« What if I’m not able to play anymore? Football is the only thing I know » Lucy adds after several seconds of silence.

« We will figure that together if you want to. You are not alone »

Lucy takes a big breath too before slowly putting her hands on her tights. Ona is so close to her that she can see every freckle on her face.

« Yeah »

They are interrupted by Maya and some of Lucy’s teammates, coming to congratulate Ona.

« It’s going to be okay » Ona says when they are alone again, massaging softly her shoulder and neck.

« I’m the worst » Lucy grumbles.

« De què parles? » Ona frown.

« Three years ago, when you won the World Cup, I was insufferable with you because we lost and I was frustrated » Lucy explains, wiping her tears impatiently. « Now I’m the one winning and you are still the one comforting me »

Ona shrugs, not really knowing what to say. She didn’t think about it to be honest, all that she wants is her girlfriend being happy.

« It’s not a competition. I guess we both react in our ways and it’s okay like this »

Lucy looks at her girlfriend and she really regrets all the people around them, because right now all she really wants to do is kiss her. Lucy takes some seconds to look really at Ona. She seems tired, of course. She has already unbraided her hair to tie it in a bun. She has some white from the pitch on her arm. And her eyes are red, probably colored by the tears that she prevented herself from letting flow.

« I’m so proud of you. You were unbelievable. That slide tackle was something else »

« Thanks » Ona smirks softly.

They are interrupted again, this time by Georgia Stanway.

« You played good Ona. Too bad you can’t ask for the English nationality even if you marry this one »

Ona smiles softly while Lucy snorts. Like if Ona would switch teams even if she could.

« At least I still won something » Ona says when Georgia is away.

« Don’t start any bullshit about winning my love »

Ona giggles at that and she can see the shadow of a smile coming on her girlfriend’s face.

« I don’t pass my time flirting » Ona rolls her eyes. « I was thinking about our bet. The winner has to take the other to the place they chose for a vacation, remember? Say goodbye to Greece »

Ona is smirking and Lucy can’t help but laugh too. The Spaniard was always able to change her mind or help her to lift it up. She’s the only one who knows how to do it so easily.

« You’re an ass » Lucy smiles.

« You love it » Ona smirks.

« Nah. But I love you »

Lucy is full smiling now, shaking her head with fun. She loves Ona’s patter and how easily everything seems with her. Natural. Lucy almost forgot where they are until some man from the team ask them to move, to be able to install the podium where will be distributed the medals and the trophy.

Ona helps Lucy to stand up, walking several meters with her arm around Lucy’s waist. She realises Lucy’s hand only when the English woman passes it around her shoulders.

« It sucks that we have to go to our respective countries » Lucy sighs softly.

« I know. I would rather go to holiday right now with you »

But it wasn’t an option. And even if it was, Ona would never private Lucy from the celebrations back home, she totally deserves it.

« So. Here is the plan » Lucy says, hiding her mouth with her hand. « I go to London, you go to Madrid and then Barcelona. I go to the doctor, look what shit he can do for my knee and my tibia. Then I come to Barcelona and we leave for whatever destination you picked »

« Naha » Ona shakes her head. « We go to our country. I make my baggage and jump on the first plane to London to go with you to the doctor. If you don’t want me inside I’ll wait in the car. Then we go on holiday. »

They are interrupted once again by one of Lucy’s teammates - it makes her want to scream. But Ella only hugs Ona silently before leaving again.

« You don’t have to come to London and it shit weather. You will be better with your family and the sun, no? »

« Don’t you want me here? » Ona frowns.

« That wasn’t my point, of course I want you with me. But you deserve some rest, not looking at the wall of a medical waiting room »

« I just want to be with you. And be there for you » Ona whispers on her neck.

She starts pouting and there is no world where Lucy is able to resist her when she does this. Ona knows this, of course.

« Okay » Lucy smiles softly. « So I guess we will be together soon »

« In three days »

•••

Ona looked at England showing the trophy under kilos of confetti before going to the locker room. She doesn’t really talk to anyone, there isn’t so much to say. Alexia isn’t here for now, but the sad faces of her teammates broke her heart again. It felt lighter around Lucy, but now it’s harder again to breathe.

Deciding for a hot shower, Ona strips quickly and finds with relief the hot water. Her skin is almost red after it. She takes the time to brush her hair before going to find her family. She’s always sad to disappoint them, even if her brother scolded her before thinking like this. She knows they are proud of her, but knows too that they would be prouder if she had won.

She takes time to salute Lucy’s family too, even if she passes almost all her time with her family and friends. After hugging her father, her brother and sister-in-law, she spends almost all her time in her mother’s arms. There is nothing much more than maternal love after a hard lost.

Well, maybe her lover’s arms.

Lucy finds her again when she’s leaving the pitch. The Chelsea’s player is still in her jersey, some confetti in her hair.

« I’m walking you to the bus » she says softly.

Ona nods, happy to have more minutes with her girlfriend. Jana, who was walking next to her, smiles at them before walking quicker, letting the couple having some precious more minutes together.

« Keep me updated? » Ona asks, smiling when she feels Lucy’s fingers coming between hers.

« Of course. We are going to shower and then I think the Federation made a reservation for a party. I would love for you to join, if you want to. »

« Oh. »

Ona frowns, not really expecting that. She didn’t even think about the fact that she’s actually able to join the English festivities. After all, some of the English players’ partners will be there. But none of them are playing for the losing team. She’s almost sure that Vivianne Miedema will be here with Beth Mead.

Lucy seems to understand very easily what is happening in Ona’s mind. They aren’t walking anymore, now alone in one of the floors of the stadium.

« It’s okay if you don’t want to » Lucy assures her softly, stroking her cheek with the tips of her fingers. « Just know that it’s a possibility. You have your place there too »

« Thank you » Ona smiles. « But I think I will go back to the hotel. Maybe you can join me after? »

« It will be late » Lucy points.

« I don’t care »

Ona shrugs, making Lucy smile. And because they finally are alone, she takes her girlfriend against her, her hands sliding between Ona’s shirt and her pants.

« I can’t wait to have you only for me » Lucy whispers, her lips only centimeters away from Ona’s.

« Just kiss me already » Ona groans.

She doesn’t wait for Lucy to do it, actually. Ona is the one closing the last centimeters, kissing Lucy softly. It’s been several days and Ona feels Lucy’s body relaxes against hers. The kiss is slow, tender. It’s like coming home.

« Three days » Ona sighs before hiding her face in Lucy’s neck.

Lucy hums, holding Ona tight against her. She feels selfish for not letting Ona talk about her sadness and her frustration. She just lost a final from a tournament she wanted to win, more than anything. The Euro Cup is one of the tournaments Ona never won. And Lucy has to admit, Spain had more chances than England to score. They had an amazing tournament.

« I’m sorry you haven’t won. Your team was the strongest of the tournament, you deserved the gold »

« I’m not sure I want to talk about it » Ona sighs, playing with the hem of Lucy’s jersey « At least we got the silver »

« And you definitely got the Bronze » Lucy adds, smirking.

Ona laughs and looks in Lucy’s eyes when she softly cups her face.

« I’m coming so if you are having any funny and disgusting business please stop now »

Lucy and Ona both roll their eyes at Mariona’s voice. The Arsenal player appears at the corner of the floor, followed very close by her own girlfriend. Lucy is still holding Ona tight against her.

« Hi Lia » both Ona and Lucy say at the same time.

« Hello » the Swiss woman smiles back.

« Montse sent me. We have to go, everyone else is already on the bus »

Ona sighs softly. She knew they had to go but she would have loved having more alone time with Lucy.

« I’m coming »

Mariona nods, gives them a half-forced smile before going back from where she came. The loss is tough for everyone. Lia smiles at them too, following Mariona with a hand on her back.

« They’re going to Mallorca tomorrow » Ona says, very distracted by the kiss on her neck Lucy’s giving her.

« Is that where we are going too? » Lucy asks.

« No. It will be a surprise, but I already know in which hotel we will go »

There is a moment of silence while they both look at each other. They are both tired, but for another reason. Ona hopes to fall asleep before Lucy comes back to her later in the night, like this time will pass easier.

« I have to go » Ona finally mumbles.

Lucy hums and kisses her one more time before finally letting her go. Knowing they will find each other later tonight makes it easier to do.

« See you later? »

« See you later » Lucy smiles softly.

She smiles when Ona tiptoes to kiss her a very last time. She loves teasing Ona about their heights but she won’t do it right now. She prefers looking at Ona leaving, waving a last time before she takes the turn to go to the bus.

It’s a weird feeling, winning a finale against her girlfriend. But at least she knows it won’t break them. They made this princess to each other several weeks ago, but she’s glad to see that they can handle it.

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She’s American (Alexia Putellas x Heath!Reader)

“How many times have I told you?” Tobin snapped as you sat on the sofa with a smug look on your face.

“Babe, relax. She doesn’t mean it” Christen tried sticking up for you, but even she knew it was hopeless and that she was lying. She was currently holding back Tobin by the shoulders to make sure she couldn’t get near you, because she was fit to kill.

You meant it. God, you meant it with every fibre of your being.

You were a complete and utter dickhead. You loved yourself, but of course, how could you not? You were attractive, a gifted footballer, smart and your body was to die for. So, of course you were a little bit cocky. But you had the right to be. You’d worked hard to get yourself where you were.

It wasn’t just you that loved you, but practically any girl that had ever met you fell for you instantly. A lot of the women you’d slept with had been footballers, and that’s how you had wound up here, currently being screamed at by your older sister.

“I told you my friends were off limits” Tobin growled.

“That just made it so much more fun, though” you smirked.

“You little shit” she lunged towards you only to be pulled backwards by her girlfriend once again.

“Look, I love you guys and I get you’ve been together for years and don’t understand. But I don’t want that, I want to be free to live my life without a girl holding me back” you shrugged.

“If you want to sleep around, be my guest. But just not my fucking friends” Tobin shouted.

“I had to. I probably won’t get another chance to until I’m home” you replied nonchalantly, as if you hadn’t just admitted a huge secret you had been keeping to yourself for months.

“What do you mean?” Christen asked as she pushed an angry Tobin onto the couch to try and get her to cool down.

“I got a contract offer in Spain. You guys loved Europe when you went and I want to do that too” you nodded.

“Which club?” Tobin frowned.

“Barcelona” you replied.

“You can’t fuck around over there Y/n, they are close knit” Tobin grunted.

“The more the merrier” you smirked.

“That’s it” Tobin shot up from her seat, with Christen having to pull her back away from you yet again.

“I’ll miss you Christen” you smiled. “Why can’t you be more like Christen?” You asked your sister as you patted her on the face and headed up to your room.

“God bless the women of Barcelona” Tobin groaned.

Y/n Heath, younger sister of the famous Tobin Heath, has signed a multi-year contract with FC Barcelona for the upcoming 2023/24 season

Life in Barcelona was beautiful. The sun was always shining, and the girls, fuck. The girls were all so beautiful. You were a huge name in the game, not only being the younger sister of Tobin Heath, but you were a World Cup champion too. So when your transfer was announced, social media went kind of feral.

You hadn’t met the vast majority of the team yet, but were linking up with them in a few days at training. Until then, you made up your time getting settled into your new place and laying low.

That was until your sister called Leah Williamson, who then called Keira Walsh and that is how you became instant best friends with Lucy Bronze. Your sister knew Lucy a little bit, and knew the two of you would get on like a house on fire. You were similar, both attractive and cocky and two of the very few on the team that could speak fluent English.

You’d been partying in Barcelona with the English girl since you’d met each other. She’d shown you different night clubs and bars and that is how you’d been making your way through the entire female population of Barcelona. Lucy was purely your wingwoman because she was in a relationship with Ona, who you had yet to meet. But tomorrow was the day you would be meeting everyone, so you decided to leave the club with a beautiful Spanish girl before you got too tipsy.

Lucy picked you up at your apartment, deciding to bring you to training on the first day. You’d only been to the training complex once to sign contracts, so you had absolutely no idea where you were going.

“Me llamo Lisa” the blonde girl you’d picked up last night shouted at you, leaving your apartment.

“Baby girl, no hablo español” you smirked as the girl stormed off. “Adios” you called after her as she continued stomping down the street.

“Get in the car” Lucy laughed as you grabbed your gear bag and locked your apartment building door. “Did you and Lisa have fun?” She teased.

“We did, until she asked for my number and then started screaming at me in Spanish when I said I didn’t have a phone” you shrugged with a cocky laugh.

“She was fit though, no?” Lucy asked, peering back through the mirror, looking at the girl who was almost fully up the street.

“Yeah, she was. But there’s more girls who can give me the exact same thing who are just as hot” you smirked.

“Oh, the team are going to hate you so bad” Lucy laughed and began driving. While most people would have taken that as an insult, you found it amusing. You liked how it got on people’s nerves that you would sleep around. It was just too much fun, girls were just too hot.

You arrived at the training facilities, leaving your bag by your cubby which just so happened to be right beside Lucy, who had deemed you as her new best friend. Lucy brought you into the canteen and was showing you the view of the training pitch outside.

“She has a bad reputation” Mapi laughed as you stood at the window with Lucy. She was pointing out different things on the pitch and around the grounds. You were too busy soaking in your new surroundings to pay attention to the chatter from the tables around you.

“Lucia said she is nice, they are friends” Ona shrugged as she continued eating.

“Who are we talking about?” Ingrid asked, sitting down next to her girlfriend.

“The playboy has arrived” Mapi whispered with a laugh with a few others at the table joining in. The laughing from the table caught Lucy’s attention and she gestured you over to the players sitting at the table.

“Guys, this is Y/n. Y/n this is my girlfriend Ona, that’s Mapi and Ingrid. Down there is Aitana, Keira and Patri” Lucy smiled.

“Hola” Mapi said but you completely ignored her.

“Hi Ona, lovely to meet you” you smiled. Lucy had been a good friend so you decided to play nice with Ona. “And you, you were Ingrid, right?” You turned to face the Norwegian girl. Mapi was tiny in comparison to you that you hardly took notice of her.

“Yes, it’s nice to meet you” Ingrid smiled, putting her hand out for you to take.

“The pleasure is all mine” you smirked, shaking her hand. Ingrid let herself have a moment when your hand connected with hers, but she was quickly pulled back to reality by Mapi.

“I am her girlfriend, hello, hi, Ingrid, remember me?” Mapi waved her hands in her girlfriend’s face.

“You’re so embarrassing” Ingrid groaned.

“You are dating her?” You asked Ingrid who nodded. “Hm, interesting” you nodded before walking off to meet the other three at the table.

“I don’t like her” Mapi huffed.

“I do” Ingrid smiled towards you.

“Of course you do, she is so your type” Mapi rolled her eyes before getting up from the table and going toward the gym. “Estúpida” Mapi grunted under her breath on the way into the gym.

“María? What’s wrong?” Alexia asked.

“Ale, I am going to murder her” Mapi shouted.

“Silenco” Alexia shot up from the bench to quieten the girl down. “Ingrid?” Alexia asked.

“Her too” Mapi moaned. “No, Y/n. The American” Mapi rolled her eyes. “She was flirting with Ingrid” Mapi was sitting on a bench with her arms folded.

“Oh, come on Maria, Ingrid loves you. She’s not going to be bothered by a bit of flirting” Alexia smiled sympathetically.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m being stupid” Mapi smiled and stood up with a new found confidence in her step, until you walked in with Lucy.

“And this is the gym. Oh, this is Alexia and well, you’ve already met Mapi” Lucy smirked, knowing already what you were thinking.

“Oh yes, the one that’s dating Ingrid” you nodded, air quoting the word dating while continuing to look at the equipment as Mapi left the room in a huff.

“Lucia, out” Alexia ordered. Lucy quickly followed her captain’s instructions and left the gym. “Hola” Alexia folded her arms and held herself in a reserved position standing in front of you.

“Hola” you smirked, turning to meet her eyeline. You knew of her of course. She was the best in the world. You’d seen her at awards shows and on TV, but neither of you had ever even made eye contact.

“You are not going to cause any trouble here, are you?” She raised an eyebrow at you.

“No ma’am” you replied.

“We do not mess around with people here, is that understood?” She asked.

“Is that limited to just the team, or the entire female population of Barcelona?” You replied. “Because that may be a problem” you added with a smirk.

“Careful” she pursed her lips at you before heading out of the gym as Lucy strutted back in. Your eyes were firmly glued to Alexia on her walk out.

“Don’t even think about it” Lucy laughed, catching your eyeline, watching the Spanish captain leave the gym.

“It would be so much fun though” you whined sarcastically.

“No, she’s off limits” Lucy shook her head.

“That just makes me want it more” you groaned.

“Are you a child?” Lucy laughed, putting her hand on your shoulder. “Mate, just trust me”. You nodded at the English girl before she tugged you out of the gym and continued on your tour of the complex.

You were a professional of course, but you were also a maniac when it came to nights out. So, when the conversation came up for a team night out, you were on board. Hell, you were on the planning committee.

The team frequented a night club that had a nice divide of privacy to chat and a dance floor that was always put to good use. On your nights out with Lucy, she hadn’t brought to this club yet, and you instantly cursed her for it, because the hottest women that walked the face of the earth all seemed to be here tonight.

Team nights at Barcelona were nice, they had a sort of family vibe of going out and getting drunk together and just enjoying each other’s company. But going out for you was a challenge, and that challenge was how many girls could you end up with?

You’d already kissed two girls tonight but were frustrated when both of their friend groups decided to move out of the night club and off to a different one.

“Anybody want a drink?” You asked the group as some people nodded at you. You had literally just made it to the bar before another, hotter than the other two, whose names were long forgotten by now, girl was already flirting with you. “Can I get you a drink?” You asked as she nodded and giggled. You’d forgotten to order everybody’s else’s drinks but that didn’t matter right now.

“What’s your name?” She asked as you handed her the drink after a quick thank you.

“Y/n, you?” You shouted over the music.

“Sara” she replied. “Do you want to dance?” She asked. You nodded your head while she took your hand and led you to the dance floor.

“I guess we’re not getting drinks then” Lucy laughed. “I promise to come back with some” she got up and headed to the bar to finish the job you had started.

“I don’t get the attraction to her” Mapi scowled.

“I do” Ingrid added with a smirk.

“Princessa por favor, my ego cannot take this right now” Mapi groaned, making a few girls laugh. “Ale, do you get it?” Mapi asked.

“Sí, but her attitude is not for me” Alexia shrugged. Lucy brought back the drinks for the table after you’d agreed to take Sara home. You ran up to the booth the team were in to grab your jacket. “Heading off so soon?” Alexia asked, sipping from her drink.

“Don’t be too jealous” you smirked, taking your coat from the chair and turning, thinking you had the last laugh, until Alexia grabbed your arm to stop you.

“This isn’t how we do things here, and until you learn that, you’ll never fit in” she whispered and shoved your arm away from her grasp. You looked at her for a brief moment before shaking your head and turning off with an angry expression, back to where Sara was waiting for you. “I’m going home” Alexia huffed, standing up and brushing by her teammates who were protesting and calling her back. But to no avail, she was gone.

You woke the next morning with Sara in your apartment and groaned at the fact that she was still here.

“Good morning” Sara smiled.

“Yeah, good morning” you nodded.

“Last night was really nice” she hummed, stroking her fingertips along your arm.

“Yeah, listen-” you began as you felt her hand pull away.

“You fucking footballers are all the same” she huffed, getting out of bed. She was now putting back on her clothes and cursing at you in Spanish, which you’d actually started to understand, due to many, many girls giving you somewhat of the same speech since you’d moved to Barcelona. She slammed the front door of your apartment as she left, leaving you to just groan and turn over to check your phone.

Lucia 🥉

Morning mate, how’s the head? 😂

Y/n 🇺🇸

Badddddddddd

I didn’t need a yelling match in my apartment this morning either 😂

Hot Spanish girls will be the death of me

Lucia 🥉

Want to come for breakfast with me and Ona?

Can collect you in like half an hour?

Y/n 🇺🇸

Yeah okay go on then see you soon

It was exactly half an hour later when Lucy picked you up, Ona was sat in the passenger seat as you flopped into the back.

“Hola” Ona smiled.

“Hola Ona, how are you?” You smiled back.

“Good, and you?” She asked.

“Tired” you chuckled. Ona liked you, and saw a side to you that most people didn’t see.

Despite the lack of care you had for the endless stream of girls you’d slept with, you had one code you lived by, and that was the Bro Code. You and Lucy were friends, so Ona was off limits and was just your friend too. There was never an awkwardness or a dull moment when the three of you hung out. Ona liked the side of Lucy you brought out too.

Lucy went up to order at the counter while you and Ona sat opposite each other in the booth. Your head was in your hands, still nursing the hangover you had.

“You should be yourself more” Ona whispered to you.

“What do you mean?” You asked, removing your hands slowly from your head to look at the Spanish girl.

“You are nice, you are a good friend to Lucia” Ona began. “Most of the team find you insufferable” she informed you as you just shrugged your shoulders. You were used to that with your team mates, even if you hadn’t actually slept with any of these ones. “You should try harder. Most of us are on long term contracts here and life will be easier if we all just got on” Ona smiled as you nodded.

Over the next while, you took Ona’s advice and you tried. You tried to get along with them all better, and things were improving in training and on the pitch, as well as bonding events. You and Alexia had been getting on well. She appreciated you were trying to respect the values that most girls on the team had. It was just at the next team night out, when you saw a girl speaking to Alexia, that you felt your stomach curl.

“I’m gonna head home” you shouted in Lucy’s ear. She was fairly drunk at this stage, just dancing with Ona and some of the team as she gave you a thumbs up. You were sober enough tonight, you’d mainly stayed up at the booth, away from the dance floor, just observing what was going on.

“Where are you going?” A voice asked from behind you, and you knew instantly who it belonged to.

“Home” you grunted, turning to face your captain.

“Leaving with someone again?” She raised her eyebrows at you, but it was in a more teasing fashion than the previous time you’d had this conversation.

“No, but have fun with her” you mumbled, nodding your head over at the woman who was stood waiting for Alexia. “So much for that’s not how we do things here” you added, imitating her accent and leaving before anything else could be said.

“Ale, is everything okay?” Alba asked. The woman Alexia was talking to all night, was her sister, Alba. She’d already told you, that’s not how things were done here and if anybody was one for setting an example, it was Alexia. You were just too caught up in your own head to even bother allowing herself to explain.

“Fine Alba, sí” Alexia smiled as best she could. You’d somehow managed on your way from the booth to the door to find a girl and went home with her. You decided to go back to her apartment, so it was easier to get out the next morning.

You’d woken the next morning thankfully before the girl had, and got out of there as quickly as possible. When you got home and memories of last night started coming back to you. You realised you might, just might, be into Alexia. Shit.

You decided it was easier to keep it to yourself, your newly discovered feelings. Lucy had told you not to go there, but it was different. You didn’t want to just sleep with Alexia, you wanted to date her. You’d never felt this way about a girl before and it was overwhelming. The thought of having what Tobin has with Christen, you always thought you didn’t want it. But you did want it, just with Alexia.

You found yourself drifting towards her at training and on match days, but never saying much. You’d become quiet, almost like a shell of your former self.

“You alright mate?” Lucy asked when she’d came into the gym a few minutes after you did. You had already started your workout when she interrupted.

“Yeah I’m good man, you?” You replied, dropping your weights onto the ground.

“You seem a bit distant lately” she shrugged. “Are you homesick or something?” She asked. You weren’t homesick, you talked to Tobin a lot. But it was easier to say that you were homesick than to admit you liked Alexia.

“Uh, yeah” you nodded.

“I’m sorry mate, I get it’s tough” she smiled softly as she patted your shoulder. You just got on with the session, no longer thinking about your conversation with Lucy.

“Well?” Ona asked as Lucy walked back up to her. Lucy had spoken to Ona about you being distant from her as she was afraid she may have done something to upset you.

“Homesick” Lucy shrugged.

“You know Tobin, why don’t you call her? Invite her here?” Ona suggested.

“What if it backfires?” Lucy frowned.

“It won’t backfire bebé, it’ll make her happy” Ona smiled. Lucy shot Leah a quick text message to ask for Tobin’s number, which her English captain willingly gave over.

It was later in the day when Ona was cooking dinner in the pair’s apartment that Lucy called Tobin.

“Hello, Tobin speaking” your sister was always so formal on the phone.

“Hey Tobin, uh, it’s Lucy. Lucy Bronze” Lucy replied.

“Oh hey man, how are you?” Tobin asked before suddenly panicking as to why Lucy Bronze was currently on the other side of the phone. “Is everything alright? Is there something wrong with Y/n?” Tobin said a bit louder. Her tone was panicked enough to worry Christen who left the kitchen and sat down beside her girlfriend.

“What? No. Well, I don’t know” Lucy sighed. “She said she’s homesick” Lucy mumbled.

“Homesick?” Tobin frowned. “She hasn’t mentioned being homesick to me”

“That doesn’t mean she isn’t” Christen hummed.

“I was just wondering if you wanted to come to Barcelona? Me and Ona can help you guys get here” Lucy mumbled. The couple in the States shared a knowing look.

“Come on, we were going to go soon anyway” Christen smiled. “I would be so happy if my fiancé whisked me away to Barcelona” she added.

“Okay, okay” Tobin laughed. “We will be there ASAP” Tobin nodded.

“Appreciate it. I will collect you guys from the airport” Lucy smiled before hanging up the phone.

Tobin and Christen were coming in 5 days time and Lucy could hardly contain her excitement that she’d planned this for you. She was beaming every time she saw you at training, but you were so caught up in your head about your feelings for Alexia, you barely noticed.

The closer the day got to Tobin arriving, the happier Lucy was getting, but you were practically crumbling. You could barely look Alexia in the eyes anymore. You were so far gone with the girl you decided you needed to do something, just to get your mind off of it.

“Lucy” you shouted at the girl who seemed to be in a bit of a rush, ushering Ona out the door of the changing room.

“Yeah?” She asked, handing Ona the keys to go out to the car.

“Do you want to do something? We could go get coffee or lunch?” You asked.

“Sorry mate, me and Ona have plans” her plan heavily involved you, but you didn’t know that.

“Oh okay, yeah, no problem” you smiled unconvincingly and nodded.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” She asked and you nodded again. She headed for the door, everyone else filtered out long ago, but your captain was only heading inside.

“Hi” Alexia hummed when she came into the changing rooms. You were changed already but were just enjoying the silence, scrolling on your phone.

“Hey” you replied, quietly.

“You don’t seem yourself” she said while taking things from her cubby.

“Just have a bit on my mind” you shrugged.

“Oh, is everything okay?” She asked and you nodded, eyes glued firmly to the floor. “Are you sure?” She added.

“Isn’t this what you wanted? Me to not be myself?” You asked.

“Which one is the real you?” She crossed her arms now trying to meet your gaze but failing.

“I don’t know” you snapped. “You hate me when I’m loud, you hate me when I’m quiet. I don’t know what you want from me” you grunted.

“Who said I hate you?” She frowned, not like you saw that she did. “I don’t” she made her way over to you, but you quickly stood up.

“Are we friends then?” You blurted out, weakly.

“Sí” the Spaniard smiled and nodded.

“Would you maybe want to get a coffee?” You asked as the girl frowned.

“Isn’t your sister coming today?” She asked.

“My sister?” You laughed.

“Sí, Lucia said she-” the girl stopped herself from continuing when she saw your eyebrows raise and your jaw fall. It was then she realised Lucy may have said something about it being a surprise. “Oh no no no no no” she waved her hands in the air. “You cannot tell her I ruined this” she laughed.

“Shit, then I need to go” you scrambled all of your stuff together before running out the door.

“Y/n” Alexia called as you swung back in the door frame. “We will get that coffee soon, okay?” She smiled as you grinned and nodded. You rushed off to your car, driving home quickly to do some cleaning before your guests arrived and you could pretend like you didn’t know.

“It’s just that one there” Lucy pointed at your door as Tobin walked up and knocked. Lucy had made her way back downstairs to her car by the time you opened the door.

“Hey” Tobin shouted.

“Surprise” Christen beamed.

“Hey” you smiled, pulling them both into a hug. “I missed you guys”.

“Well, let us in then” Tobin laughed as you stepped back for them to get by you. You had a guest bedroom in your apartment that the pair were staying in. You showed them your favourite new spots in Barcelona for walks, for food and to relax. You took them for a tour of the training complex, and that is when your sister met Alexia for the first time.

“Is that Putellas?” Tobin asked and you nodded.

“Ale” you shouted as she smiled and jogged over. “Uh, this is my sister Tobin and her fiancé Christen” you introduced them.

“Nice to meet you” Alexia smiled.

“You too” Tobin smiled. “Has my sister been causing trouble?” She smirked.

“Not anymore” Alexia laughed. “She’s been great, actually” she added softly. Your palms were sweating, which wasn’t only down to the heat in Barcelona. Due to Tobin and Alexia being preoccupied by their conversation, they didn’t notice how anxious you looked. Christen however, could read you like a book and that’s how she became the first person to know you liked Alexia.

“Something going on with you two?” She whispered as your eyes hit the floor and you shook your head. “But you want there to be?” She added and you nodded this time.

“Don’t tell Tobin” you mumbled.

“Is she single?” Christen asked.

“Yeah” you nodded.

“Why don’t you ask her out?” Christen asked but your conversation was cut short by Tobin coming back to you when she’d finished talking to Alexia.

“She is super nice” Tobin smiled.

“Yeah” you nodded, replying to both Christen and Tobin. You made Christen promise to not say anything to Tobin until they were at least on the plane back to the States, and in fairness to Christen, she didn’t say a word until then. It had been a nice week having them there, but you also didn’t mind that they were gone too. Now they were gone you could finally get that coffee with Alexia.

Y/n/n

☕️?

Ale

Sí por favor

Now?

Y/n/n

Yeah, at the one beside your apartment

You and Alexia became friends, really good friends. Always pairing up for drills, sitting on the busses and planes together, and always spending the most time on a night out with the other. She’d stayed in your guest room last night after the team night out. You had decided, when you two started to become friends, to just bury your feelings. It was easier to be friends with someone when you weren’t hopelessly in love with them, but when she emerged from the guest room in a pair of your shorts and your shirt with a few buttons undone, you couldn’t help it.

“Morning” she hummed.

“Morning Ale” you turned your head, now clocking what she was wearing.

“Are you making breakfast?” She chuckled, but you were still just looking at her. “Y/n? What’s wrong?” She frowned, stepping a bit closer to you.

“Fuck” you groaned loudly, sliding to the floor. Alexia dropped simultaneously to be eye to eye with you. She begged for you to tell her what it was before you couldn’t take it anymore. “I really like you Ale” you blurted out and the Spanish woman went completely silent. “I’ve liked you for a while now, and I’ve really tried to put my feelings aside to not wreck our friendship, but I want this” you grabbed her hand and she didn’t stop you.

“Y/n” she whispered looking at your interlocked hands.

“I want this. I want you in my apartment, in my clothes. I want to argue over who’s making breakfast and dinner. I want you Ale” you squeezed her hand a bit tighter. Alexia was silent for a long time until you prompted her to speak again. “Ale, please say something” you sighed. Before she spoke, she removed her hands from yours and sat fully down now on the floor.

“You are great, Y/n/n. I love spending time with you and I could talk to you for hours and we’d never run out of things to say” she smiled before her expression turned cold. “But it’s always going to play on my mind of the person you are or the person you were, when you first came here. It scares me you are looking for just that from me and then you will not speak to me again” she sighed.

“It’s different with you Ale, por favor” you protested. “I’m in love with you” you admitted.

“I’m sorry. I just can’t take that risk, not right now” she shook her head. It was silent for a long time, neither of you moving or saying anything before Alexia got up, got changed and left. And that was it, your friendship with Alexia was ruined and there was no turning back now.

It had been a couple of weeks since that morning in your apartment with Alexia. Neither of you had spoken to each other since that day, and it was starting to become more obvious to everyone that you two weren’t speaking. You’d just been going to and from training, never once straying or putting yourself out there with the team. They were Alexia’s friends anyway, not yours.

“You seem sad” Ingrid whispered from beside you after training.

“I’m fine” you shrugged, beginning to pack your things away quicker now to get out of this conversation.

“If you’re fine, you’ll come out tonight then?” She smiled.

“I can’t, I uh-” you tried quickly to think of an excuse.

“You, uh, don’t have an excuse” Ingrid teased as you rolled your eyes. “Come on party girl, you know you want to” she smirked.

“Fine, but just one drink” you sighed and held up one singular finger. One drink had quickly turned to seven and you were happily drunk as Ingrid pulled you towards the dance floor to where Mapi and the rest of the team were.

“Hola chica” Mapi smiled. She liked you now that you’d become less of a dickhead.

“Vamos” Lucy shouted jumping on your back. You locked eyes with Alexia for a few seconds before quickly pulling away. “That girl has had eyes on you since we came in” Lucy laughed and pointed to the girl. She was sat alone on a bar stool, sipping a colourful drink and she was hot.

“She’s pretty” Ona chimed in. Alexia followed the direction of where Lucy was pointing and quickly found herself looking at a girl she knew was staring at you. She looked back at you, knowing full well you’d be looking back at the girl with a cocky smirk on your face. Only, you weren’t. Your eyes were fixated on the floor and you looked uncomfortable. Maybe you had changed?

Alexia had missed you. She missed your coffee dates, watching movies on each others couches. She missed teaching you Spanish, she missed your cooking, your touch, your smell. She missed how you made her feel, and you made her feel safe being in love with you.

“I’m fine, Luce” you shook your head. “It’s not how these nights are” you shrugged.

“When have you ever cared about that?” Lucy laughed.

“I dunno” you replied. “But I’m honestly fine” you smiled. You had no interest anymore. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be with Alexia, but you wanted to settle down and find someone.

“Lucia stop being annoying” Alexia smirked as she came over and put her hand around the English girl.

“I’m just telling Y/n that the girl at the bar is giving her fuck me eyes, do you not think so?” Lucy was drunk, so now wasn’t time to punch her, but you really wanted to.

“Lucy, I’ve said enough” you frowned. There was an awkward silence before the song suddenly changed and a few of your team mates began to cheer. You were pushed by people further into the dance floor, falling forward and towards Alexia.

“Do you want to dance?” Alexia whispered as you nodded. She took your hand and led you a bit away from everyone. The dancing got a bit intense, lingering touches and lust filled eyes were being easily spotted by anybody who was looking at you two. Ona and Lucy were now coming to the realisation why you had no interest in the girl at the bar. You liked Alexia.

“Ale” you moaned as her body dug impossibly further into you. “We should stop” you suggested.

“No” she shook her head and grabbed your hands, placing them on her waist. “I was wrong when I said no to you”.

“Please Ale, just let me take you home. You’re drunk” you pleaded but the girl frantically shook her head at you.

“No, just listen to me. I love you too” she whispered.

“You two alright?” Mapi interrupted. You were too stunned to even speak right now, both of you were just staring at each other without replying to Mapi.

“Ale, you should go home” Ingrid smiled empathetically to the captain she now had in her hold.

“Y/n can take you home, sí?” Mapi asked you as you nodded. You wandered off to get Alexia and your jackets before coming back to help get her in a taxi. You debated dropping her at her apartment and leaving, but she was too drunk for that thought to last longer than a few seconds. You took her back to your place and you had completely sobered up by now. Somehow she seemed more drunk than she was at the club. You eventually got her sat at the kitchen table with the biggest glass you owned filled to the top with water. You’d left her there while you went to get the guest room ready and grab her a pair of shorts and a shirt.

“Come on, we’ll get you to bed” you sighed when you came back to find the glass empty now and her head resting on the table.

“I need to take my make up off” she groaned and pulled you by the hand to your bathroom. She sat on the counter and handed you her bag which had make up wipes in it.

“How the hell do I do this?” You laughed. She took a wipe from the package and started to rub your face with it teasingly.

“Estúpida” she mumbled with a smile.

“Okay smart-ass, give me it” you took the wipe off her and took her make up off, moving your hand more gently than the force she had wiped your already make up free face with. You helped her off the counter and disposed of the used wipes in the bin. “I left you spare clothes in the room” you pointed to the door of the guest room.

“Gracias” she whispered. She stopped at the door, like she was contemplating her next words before she spoke again. “Good night, Y/n/n”

“Night, Ale” you smiled, until she closed the door. Your head flung backwards as you let out a sigh once she’d disappeared.

The you of a few months ago would have happily taken Alexia home for other reasons tonight, but you didn’t want just that with her. Not even after she’d rejected you did you want to settle for anything less, with anybody. Alexia made you realise you wanted this with someone, even if it wasn’t going to be her.

You didn’t even try to sleep, you already knew you wouldn’t be able to. You headed to the couch and watched reruns of a Spanish TV show that you had no idea what was going on in. You were mainly scrolling on your phone, trying to think of anything else. It was around 6am, about 3 hours since you got home, when you were still wide awake that she made an appearance.

“No sleep?” She asked as she shuffled into the living room. You shook your head at her. You forgot about that day when you told her you loved her, how good she looked in your clothes.

“Do you need something?” You asked.

“Water” she nodded. You headed off to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water while the girl made herself comfy on the couch. You handed it to her before taking a seat beside her. She took a swig of it before speaking. “I know I was drunk before, but I did mean it” she began. “I shouldn’t have said no”

“It’s okay” you shrugged. “I get that I’m a dickhead. I just really tried to be who you wanted me to be. I get that either way I’m not good enough for you but-” Before you could finish your sentence Alexia’s lips were on yours. It took half a second for you to kiss her back. You pulled her onto your lap and she deepened the kiss.

“You’re amazing” Alexia breathed out. “You care for me and-” she stuttered.

“I love you” you whispered, cutting her off.

“I love you too” she smiled before connecting your lips again.

You and Alexia quickly began dating, much to the amusement of practically everyone. Long gone was the cocky, arrogant American who played with girls’ feelings for fun. You were now the resident American in Barcelona who was a total simp for your captain.

#ap11 #for me

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