Little Mewis

Nice Weather We're 'Avin, 'Ey?

"Ready, Little Mewis?" Alexia asked, your captain's voice snapping you out of your thoughts.

"No," you grumbled. "Why am I even startin'? I just got here, like, a week ago."

"Because you're good!" Aitanna chimed in. "Also, you won a Ballon d'Or, Jonatan would be crazy to not start you."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," you rolled your eyes, standing up to follow the team out into the tunnel. "But it's Real Madrid, don't be surprised if I'm put on me ass."

"You won't," Lucy assured. "Also, aren't you 'Merican? What's with the accent?"

You groaned. "Piss off ya' fookin' shit'ead!"

"You even swear like you're Irish!"

"OI!"

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"Why's it gotta be fookin' rainin'?" You complained, wiping the raindrops off of your face by lifting up your jersey. "I can't see jack shit!"

Hayley Raso laughed as she passed you. "Preach!"

As the whistle blew, Irene punted the ball towards you from Barca's half to Madrid's.

You sprinted to recieve it, two of the opposition's players hot on your heels while another faced you in the front.

Hitting the Defender closest to the goal with a quick stepover and a deadly shoulder drop as a feint, you sprinted past the Defender who fell on her ass due to her quick turn on the wet turf.

Unfortunately for you, the pitch and the rain were on neither team's side. As you slammed your foot into the ball, you slipped sideways, landing in an awkward heap next to the Real Madrid Defender.

"Nice weather we're 'avin, 'ey?" You chuckled, drawing a laugh from the woman as you helped her up. "Fookin' rain makin' me look stupid."

You grunted the last part as your team jumped on top of you.

"Good job, Y/N! Just try not to fall on your butt next time, okay?" Salma teased, the Spanish National letting you on the back.

"Whatever," you grumbled, turning your head away as your face turned red from embarrassment. "That's the one and only time you'll catch me slackin'."

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That was, in fact, not the only time you'd be caught slacking. Throughout the game, you'd lose your balance and fall forwards multiple times, the action of running on the pitch reminding you of the time you'd attempted to ice skate.

"For fook's sake!" You yelled, careening to a stop on the ground. "When's this dumb game gonna be over so I can take off this fookin' mud-drenched jersey?"

Your white away kit was a mixture of dark green and a cloudy brown, the turf and the mud forming together to create a camouflaged type of style.

"Soon, Mewis," Alexia stated comfortingly, patting you on the shoulder. "Just try not to get carded for your language, okay?"

"What's wrong with speaking English?" You asked sarcastically, wringing out your sopping-wet jersey. "You want me to speak Dutch? Dit weer is verdomd klote!" (This weather fucking sucks!)

Mapi laughed as your captain glared at the two of you, slapping you on the back as she walked by. "You're funny, Y/N."

"I know," you huffed, flipping your hair back as the steady rain escalated into a downpour. "Thanks."

Alexia shook her head. "What am I gonna do with you?"

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"Hallelujah!" You cheered as the whistle blew. You didn't even care that you won, you were just glad to get off the frickin' slip-and-slide of a pitch. "Get me outta 'ere!"

You darted towards the tunnel, only for you to lose your balance and tumble forward on the ground.

You groaned, covering your face with your forearm. "I hate me life."

"Up you go, Y/N," Lucy said, grabbing your hand to pull you up. "Bloody hell, you're heavy."

Alexia grabbed your other hand, both women grunting while they pulled you up. "Go take a shower, Mini McCabe."

You pouted. "I just had a 90-minute shower, why do I need to go again?"

The Spaniard flicked your ear as you winced. "That's not the same thing and you know it! Now go!"

You scurried off, sticking your tongue out as Alexia pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed.

Fookin' Alexia.

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"You alright, Y/N?" Keira asked as the bus pulled out of the parking lot.

"No," you sucked in a breath. "It hurts."

All eyes turned to you.

"What hurts?" Alexia asked worriedly.

"My ego."

"PUTA-"

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Just a quick chapter for yall to see how Y/N's adjusting to Barca 😁
Hope you enjoyed, thanks for reading!