Prompt - reader and Ona are doing a video and get into an argument about the names of different food items
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"Y/n! You and Ona have a video to film".
Beside you Ona groans, settling herself further into the sofa, "you can't get away from it" the media manager says, "how ever much you try and hide on the sofa... yes, I can see you Ona".
The defender knows she's been caught but doesn't make an attempt to move, "come on, I'm sure it'll be fun!" you smile.
Millie proceeds to tease you about your love for doing any sort of media appearance, something you put down to the American in you and Ona only has to see the way you light up for her to suddenly change her mind, "alright, I'm in" she speaks up, surprising everyone when she almost jumps up off the sofa.
"Are you coming or not?" the Spaniard asks, holding out her hand which you accept and ignoring the look Ivana gives you.
Ona leads the way out of the room and the two of you walk the corridor in a comfortable silence, your teammate leading opening the door into the darkened room, allowing you to go first.
"Gracias" you smile, "no hay problema" she nods, following you inside and placing a hand on the small of your back, guiding you forwards.
"Ona, y/n! Good to see you guys".
The producer gets you to sit and then explains the basis off camera before handing you each a set of prompt cards and setting the camera rolling, "hi I'm y/n y/l/n... and I'm Ona Batlle and this is food translation".
You look towards Ona and gesture for her to go first, watching as the defender scans the card and then looks back at you, "courgette" she grins, noticing the confused look on your face, "come on, you know this" she smiles.
"Erm... zucchini?" you question and she nods, "ding ding, that is correct" you breathe a sigh of relief and glance down at your own cards, reading off the top one, "ok, so you're guessing the English version because you been here for a while now..." you explain, "what is a biscuit" you smirk.
Ona's eyes widen, "a biscuit?" she questions, her voice a little strained as you nod, enjoying her panic a little too much, "pass".
"Aww you're no fun!" you pout, looking in the direction of the producer, who asks if you know what the British equivalent is.
"Easy it's a scone".
The Spaniard is surprised but you just shrug, "I have my ways" you smile, looking at her through your eyelashes and watching the way she blushes before moving on. Ona reads another card and you once again guess it correctly and the defender starts to get a little more frustrated that you're doing so well, her competitive side starting to come out.
"What y'a got for me this time Batlle?" you smirk.
"Aubergine" she smirks back.
You groan internally, this one always tripped you up and your teammate knew that, pretending to count down your time until the producer called out that it was indeed up. Finishing up with the last card, it gets announced that the two of you eventually drew on points thanks to your slip up with the aubergine/eggplant card and Ona continues to rub it in your face as you leave the media room.
"I bet you don't like media so much now, do you Miss America?" she grins, "not as much as you clearly do" you huff a little.
Her facial expression changes so quickly you barely have time to register it, the defender rushing over to take your hands in hers, "lo siento cariño, please forgive me, I didn't mean to upset you y/n" she pleads, "you haven't upset me Ona. In fact, I suggest a rematch but I have to guess Spanish foods" you suggest.
She nods, "sí, I'd like that".
"Although perhaps you can give me a heads up this time" you smirk, kissing her cheek and leaving a blushing Ona in your wake.
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