W.C. - 2 k
a/n: wonze kid is back and with a mischeivous spirit:)
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"Aye María, you're trending on twitter." Mapi's head snaps in your direction, eyes gleaming with excitement. She has no reason to be skeptical, you look truthful as always, blinding smile stretching across your lips.
"Really?!-" Just as she was about to ask why she was trending, you interrupt her.
"No." Your tone was one of complete seriousness, deadpan beyond comprehension. You look on in delight as your teammate's smile drops off the vicinity of her face, lips contorting into a disappointed frown.
The back of your head stings with the hands coming down to hit it, a slap to the back of the head never hurt anyone, except you of course.
"Y/n, that's not nice." Alexia chides as you rub over the sensitive parts of your head, still stinging from the brutal hits. She looks at you through her peripheral vision, seeing the smile that's still stretched across your lips, rolling her eyes at your childish nature.
What did she expect though when they brought in a child?
"Neither was the prank she pulled on me last week but you didn't tell her off for that, did you?" Annoyance seeps into your tone, slapping away the hand ruffling your hair. Alexia rolls her eyes at you again and you can barely resist telling her that they might get stuck like that if she continues, it was always fun to rile the woman up.
"You wanna test me cariño? I can make your life hell." She interprets the huff you let out as acceptance, rising from the table to throw her trash away.
On the other side of the room, you're startled as lips press to your temple, hands placed on your shoulders.
"Causing trouble again, are you bubba?" Lucy plops down in the seat to your left, Keira occupying Alexia's old seat to your right. You can't help smiling again as your parents settle at your sides, they were a bit late to lunch as they were talking with Jona.
"No more than usual Robert, I wonder where I got it from. You think I need to go see the physios? Excessive childishness in a 15 year old is fatal from what I've heard." You teased the older woman, who in response pushed her fingers between your ribs, the feeling way more ticklish than it should be.
"Leave the tot alone Luce, she's got enough on her mind without you annoying her." Keira says as she wraps her arm around your neck, pulling you into a headlock of sorts as she kisses your forehead over and over.
"No way, I mean I can accept bubs and bubba, but tot? I'm fifteen." It was almost like a toddler whining after its favourite toy, all tied together by the way your feet pound against the floor in protest.
"Mhm, sure. You'll have to deal with every embarrassing nickname in the book until you take your last breath, bubs. Now, have you eaten enough? You know that we've got another training session after this." Lucy reminds you hastily, pushing a granola bar into your hands as Keira hands you an apple.
"Yes I've eaten, no you two won't be calling me 'tot' and 'bubba' when I'm 60, and yes I did in fact know that we've got training after lunch. Also, can I go over to Vicky's after training? I need help with some homework." You're nearly through the doors of the meal room as you shout out the question, both Lucy and Keira nodding their heads in agreement.
Thinking no one's watching you in the hallways is your fatal mistake, as you dance around in your spot you can hear the very distinct giggles from your usual partners in crime. Your eyes scan the space and in milliseconds you notice the short frames of Pina and Patri, the latter of the two holding up her phone in such a manner that convinced you that she was recording you.
"Having fun there osito?" Patri asks teasingly, as if you didn't have plenty of incriminating videos of her doing things she definitely shouldn't have been doing. The only response you give her is starting to run towards her at an alarming speed, the two women looking at each other in panic.
Making the smart choice, they split up so that only one unfortunate soul had to deal with you, the one being Pina since she was easier for you to tackle to the ground if that was to be needed. She was also handed Patri's phone when they were running, a sneaky attempt to keep the video.
"Come on, Osito, let's not do anything drastic here." Of course she was trying to negotiate when she was backed up against the wall, a nervous smile overtaking her face. "We're amigos, remember?" When your eyes narrow, she knows she's in trouble. Just as the shorter girl is about to try her chances at running away again, two stable hands land on your shoulders.
Pina nearly cries tears of joy as she sees Ingrid staring back at her, the norwegian's arm now clasped tightly around your shoulders as she tries to pull you away from the short spaniard. But when you look back at her, thumb running across your own throat in a not so nice gesture, she begins to sweat again.
It was no secret that you had dirt on her and Patri.
When Ingrid notices your obscene gesture she makes sure to slap the back of your head extra hard, obviously disapproving.
"Why does everyone keep doing that?"
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"Narla's blue now, looks like a smurf bit her." You tell Lucy who sits opposite of you at the kitchen table, Keira cooking dinner not too far away. Lucy's head snaps up from where it was turned down to look at her phone.
"What are you talking about? Are you kidding me?" Her accent is way thicker than normal, clouding her words more than usual. Your perfected poker face was always useful, but especially in situations like this, it was extremely difficult not to burst out into laughter at her expression.
"Yeah I am. Why would she be blue?" The first part is said fully deadpanned, it is only when you ask her why that you allow the laughter to seep through into your voice.
Lucy's chair falls to the floor as she stands up, hands placed on the table like she's about to do a speech. Instead what she does is walk around to your side of the table, tackling you to the floor like it's no problem.
The two of you wrestle on the floor like schoolboys for a few moments until Keira calls out for you both, the woman already seeming fed up with whatever's going on.
"Kids, dinner is ready, go set the table." She tells you, standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips looking at you two in disappointment. Though most of it was channeled towards Lucy, she was supposed to be an adult after all.
The brit in question unlocks her strong arms from your midsection as you release her head from your grip, Lucy rushing to stand up.
"Careful now Luce, or I'll get my pay back in the ring." You hold your hands up in front of your face in the typical boxer stance, punching them out in a pattern. Right, right, left, right, left, left. At the same time you're moving your feet against the floor rapidly, kicking them out whilst still keeping them against the floor.
"Calm it Sugar Ray." She calls out from the kitchen, between the sounds of plates clacking together and utensils clinging.
"Actually I was going for more of an Ali vibe." You respond, fighting the smile willing itself onto your face.
"Actually, Keira said 'kids' meaning both of us, so come here and help me." Keira laughs at the playful shake of your head as you pass her by, her hands stretching up to mess your hair up even more. Dodging her hand as you slip into the kitchen has you triumphant, putting your hands up in celebration like Rocky.
It's short lived though as Keira comes up behind you to complete her earlier action. You grumble in fake annoyance as you bring out the plates and place them on the table, sitting down in your seat with an overexaggerated angry expression on your face.
It all washes away though as Keira pinched your cheek lovingly, a genuine smile coating your lips. Dinner was spent in pleasant conversation, spent like a family.
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"Jorge Vilda: father to be." Exclamations of disgust, shock and pure hatred ring out through the Barcelona locker room, some even pausing in the middle of getting dressed to look at you. You yourself were staring down at your phone pretending to read an article. "The former Spain coach announced the pregnancy on his instagram earlier this morning."
"What the actual fuck?" Mapi finally gets out after nearly a minute of choking sounds, her face contorted into an expression of disgust.
"This has to be some kind of joke, Satan can't have children." Patri adds on, looking slightly green. You'd be more concerned about it if it weren't for the facepaint you and Pina had applied onto her when she fell asleep first at the sleepover the night before.
"Of course she's joking, there's no article." Irene takes your phone from your hands, showing the girls in the room what you actually were doing. "She's playing 2048, we don't have to worry." Relieved sighs cling out throughout the room before they realize what you did, multiple hands coming down to slap your head again.
"Stop the abuse, did any of you actually think any woman would get within ten meters of that man? I wouldn't even if I got a million euros." Most of the women in the room shake their heads in amusement, though agreeing with you.
"You have got to stop doing that osito." Mapi laughs out, knuckles digging into your head affectionately.
"I'll stop when you all stop messing with my hair." You grumble, smoothing your hair down against your now hurting head, Mapi's knuckles leaving bruises.
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"Luis Rubiales dead at 46 due to unknown caus-" You were cut off in the middle of reading the title of the 'article', some of the women in the room jumping up to stand on their chairs, others cheering loudly.
"Hallelujah!" Was heard from multiple people, others settling on just dancing in their spots like they'd won the lottery.
Trying to slip out of the room to avoid having to tell them it was a prank and ruining the joy, you were quickly pulled back by a suspicious Alexia Putellas, her glare so intense that you were shying back from looking at her.
"Stop the celebrations, cariño was just pranking us again." Even though Alexia tried to be the stern and serious captain, she couldn't help the smile stretching across her face at the prank. She could admit when a prank was funny and the fact that everyone believed you, knowing full well that you'd done the exact same thing only weeks before made it that much more hilarious.
"Come onnnnnn, I thought we talked about not doing this bubs." Lucy calls out to you sternly, but you knew her well enough to know that she wasn't really mad at you, both her and Keira had amused half smiles on their faces.
"Okay, okay I promise that was the last time. Besides, I don't think any reaction will ever top the one you just gave me."
The women in the room looked at each other and then back at you, seemingly deciding that the best course of action would be to smother you with their hugs and kisses. It was impossible to get away from the mob, the ones closest to you covering your face in platonic kisses, the rest just looked on in amusement, waiting for their own turn to torture you.
And even though it took about 10 minutes to get all the women off you, and back to your parents, you wouldn't do anything to change them ever. You loved them all, even if they messed up your hair daily.