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[ktgoodmorning]

Nails

Patri Guijarro x reader

You convince Patri to get your nails done together

A little bit shorter than my usual, just cute and fluffy to wrap up my finals today.

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“Patriiiiiii. Babyyyy.” You poked at her cheek as you whined at her, desperate for attention that she wasn’t giving you. Your girlfriend was on her laptop pretending to be focused on something while you annoyed her. You could tell from the second you started that she was no longer getting work done and was just ignoring you as a way of getting payback for your interruptions.

 “Please, baby, it's important!” Still nothing. Her hands continued to type away at her computer, leaving you to roll your eyes in frustration at this dumb game she was playing. 

“Y si hablo español? Entonces, me escucharás?” your Spanish made her pause, knowing you didn’t normally use it unless you had to. Even if she spoke it to you, typically you’d still respond in English, so it easily accomplished your goal of catching her attention. One of her eyebrows rose as she tried to suppress the smirk that was rising on her face, finally giving you a short look. But just as quickly as she got your hopes up, she turned back to her computer, making you shrink back into the couch next to her. 

“If you talk to me, I’ll do all the laundry for the week.” It was your absolute last resort and the second the words left your mouth she shut her computer and turned to face you. Both of you absolutely despised laundry so she knew exactly how serious you were when you said that and gave you her undivided attention. 

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, relieved to finally get what you wanted so you could ask your very important question. 

“Baby would you please come get your nails done with me later?” 

“Seriously?! That was your important question? You just want me to come with you to your nail appointment?” 

“No, Pats. I don’t just want you to come with me, I want you to get your nails done too.” You watched as her thick eyebrows scrunched up in disgust as if you’d just asked her to go with you to a garbage dump. 

Now it was her turn to start being the whiney one, instantly grumbling and complaining about your idea. “Whyyy? You know I don’t like doing anything with my nails. If I go I’ll just get like, clear. Or beige. Or something? I don’t knowww! Why do you even want me to come?” You rolled your eyes at her and the way that such a simple task seemed to turn her into a total baby. 

You reached over her to move her laptop off to the side so you could climb onto her lap, straddling her with your arms slung around her neck, forcing eye contact between you. Patri had her lower lip stuck out in a pout, still less than excited about your idea. Her puppy dog eyes were too hard to resist, making you lean in to press a short kiss to her lips. 

She was too stubborn to let go of her pout to kiss you back so the short peck was all you could leave before you spoke again. “Will you please just trust me, baby? I’m not asking you to get acrylics or anything crazy, I know what you like, remember?” Your girlfriend gave you a slight nod but still seemed apprehensive about the whole idea. “I know you like your nails short for football and for… other activities,” you both smirked at each other. “And trust me baby, I would not be willing to give that up just for you to have long nails.” The corners of her mouth rose up into a small smile, unable to feign seriousness any longer. “Just trust me, I think you’ll like what I have in mind.” 

You leaned into her for another kiss which she finally decided to return, pulling you in for a series of kisses, communicating that she was starting to agree to your plan. “Will you show me a picture of what you’re planning on or am I just supposed to agree?” 

Instead of answering, you gave her a few more kisses that had you smiling to yourself. If your silence hadn’t answered her question, the devious smile on your face surely did. “Ugh, fine. I’ll do it, but you better not make me get anything crazy.” 

“Yay!!” You threw your arms up in excitement before wrapping them around her neck and pulling her into you for a long kiss. The kiss was exactly what she wanted as a reward for agreeing to your plan and you were happy to provide. You’d been looking at ideas for your nails for weeks now and knew she would like what you had in mind once you got her to agree. “I promise, baby, you’re gonna love what I have picked out.” 

“You’re lucky I love you,” she still looked unsure but met you for more kisses, likely in an attempt to distract herself from what she had just agreed to. 

Later that afternoon when it came time for your nail appointment, Patri was filled with nerves. It amazed you how she was able to play in high pressure football games without getting nervous at all but something as simple as getting your nails done made her more apprehensive than ever. The entire drive there you could see her bouncing her leg and being much quieter than usual. Your hand on her thigh seemed to do little to calm her down from whatever she was thinking about. When you parked your car, you turned to face her in hopes of relaxing her before you had to go inside. 

“Amor, give me your hand.” she did exactly as you asked, but refused to meet your eyes. As you interlocked your fingers over the center counsel of your car, you used your free hand to gently hold the side of her face, encouraging her to look up at you. Your thumb ran along her jaw, gently helping her release some of the tension. 

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“Nothing, I’m just nervous. I don’t do stuff like this very often, it’s just weird for me.” she gave you a small shrug, “But I trust you, and I want to do this with you, especially because I know how much you love getting your nails done. As much as I’m nervous about whatever you’re gonna have them do,” she giggled lightly at the thought, but knew you wouldn’t do anything too crazy. “I want to share this with you, okay? I trust you.” Her hand squeezed yours and she turned her face into your hand so she could leave a kiss in your palm. 

It made your heart swell how much she knew this meant to you and how all she wanted was to make you happy. This was how Patri always was with you and you never got used to it. She was constantly surprising you and outdoing herself in how she treated you so all you could do was kiss her in hopes of communicating with her how grateful you were. She was the one who broke the kiss, a wide smile adorning both of your faces. “Vamos, mi amor!” It seemed she had a new wave of energy as she hopped out of your car and led you into the nail salon. 

The appointment was perfect. You loved getting your nails done to have time to yourself to relax and not have to worry about work or any other responsibilities. It was even better with Patri by your side, being able to talk and relax together, away from the outside world was exactly what both of you needed. Not only did she appreciate the relaxation time, but it opened her eyes to why exactly you cherished this time so much. 

Throughout the appointment, she could see what the artist was doing to her nails but was unable to get a clear view of what yours was painting on you, making it difficult for your girlfriend to understand why you had chosen the design you did for her. Patri knew that you rarely did things without reason, especially when you had made it clear how important it was to you that she came with to this appointment. 

The longer she sat there, the more excited she became to see what you had planned, knowing she would love whatever it was. If nothing else, it was clear you would love it and that was enough for her, no matter what it was. Your set took longer than hers which you both expected, knowing you’d be getting something more intricate. So Patri sat and chatted with you, keeping you company while still being unable to see past your nail artist’s hands to know what your nails looked like. 

She had to admit, the design you picked for her nails was absolutely perfect. The solid black fit her perfectly and the details were perfect- nothing too outlandish and still fitting her simple vibe. They were all solid black except for a little black heart on one and your initial painted in small black lettering on another. The design was perfect for her, making it obvious how well you knew her.

The second yours were finished, you rushed to pay and thank your artists before Patri had even realized you were done, pulling her out the door to your car so you could show her your nails. When you both sat down, it was Patri who spoke up first, even more excited than you. “Amor, let me see!” 

You struggled to control your smile, knowing exactly how your nails matched and how much you loved them. Wordlessly, you gave her your hand so she could see. They were a longer, more intricate version of the design she had gotten. You had long, black french tips, with the same heart as hers and a letter “P” on your ring finger. Patri held you hand her hers delicately while she admired them, both of you with matching smiles on your faces. 

“Baby, they’re perfect! I love them!” 

“Are yours okay? I tried to make sure they weren’t too wild.”

“They’re absolutely perfect. I really didn’t think I would love them as much as I do. You did well.” Your girlfriend gave you a shy smile as you still beamed at her. 

You loved matching couple-y things like this and your nails were always important to you so this was the perfect combination of your favorite things. Patri could tell how much it meant to you and she was overjoyed at your reaction and how happy it had clearly made you to share this with her. In a way, she was honored that you allowed her to join you in this as she knew it was usually your time to yourself. “I love the nails, amor.” she gave you a peck on the lips. “And I,” another kiss. “Love,” kiss. “You,” more kisses. 

Every word in her sentence was punctuated with kisses and it was your absolute favorite thing in the world, breaking into a fit of giggles at how giddy she became over something as simple as your matching nails. “And I love you, Patri,” another kiss, as you smirked at her. “Now why don’t we go home and make sure those nails don’t hinder you at all, si?”

Hope you enjoyed! I need me a girlfriend so I can get matching nails. Send some requests! I've got much more free time this week now that I'm done with finals!

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[putellasawfc]

best few days

lucy bronze x broadcaster!reader

(faceclaim: maya jama)

this was originally a request but when i tried to save it as a draft it just disappeared? so no clue what happened there but this is for you anon !

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[katelynnwrites]

It Hits Different (‘Cause It’s You) | Ona Batlle

warnings: none

word count: 815

summary: ona’s fingers are cold, like really really cold

a/n: a short something in honor of ona’s first world cup game where she probably froze while playing and i definitely froze at melbourne’s fifa fan festival while watching her play

New Zealand is cold. New Zealand in winter is cold and rainy.

Those are the first few thoughts you had as soon as your plane landed and you stepped out onto the pitch for your first training session in the host country itself.

Now, as you walk onto the pitch Spain would be playing their first World Cup game on, those thoughts are not gone but rather pushed to the back of your mind in favour of one other thought. You are going to be playing in your first World Cup game.

A hand slips into yours, bringing you out of your head.

‘Hola mi amor.’ You murmur.

‘Hi.’ Ona smiles at you, bringing your joined hands up to her lips so that she can press a kiss onto the back of your hand.

You give your girlfriend a kiss on her cheek in return.

‘Ready?’ She asks.

‘I was born ready.’ You answer, eliciting a giggle from the brunette.

Holding her hand in yours even as you move towards the gathering group of Spanish players, you realise how cold it is beginning to feel.

‘Are you sure you don’t want to put a pair of gloves on Oni? It’s 9 degrees and you’re definitely going to be freezing.’

Ona shakes her head, mumbling about how she doesn’t like the feel of gloves.

You sigh and let it go.

******

Your girlfriend pushes her hands into your lap, silently pleading with wide brown eyes for you to warm them up for her.

You do so immediately, blowing on them before rubbing each of her hands between yours. Your own hands that are warm thanks to the gloves you had worn during the warm up.

‘Ona mi amor, put a pair of gloves on before the game.’

‘I don’t need gloves, I have you.’ The fullback cheekily answers.

You roll your eyes and turn your attention back to Vilda who is going through some last minute tactics for the upcoming game against Costa Rica.

******

At half time, Ona doesn’t have to ask you to warm her hands up for her.

You do so immediately, pulling her shivering form into your side and covering her hands with yours. Her hands are white with how cold they are and you press a discreet kiss onto the shell of her ear.

Subtly, you push a pair of gloves towards her but your girl is far too distracted by how cold she is feeling.

‘Stupid rain.’ Ona complains and Aitana laughs from where she’s sitting, next to the both of you.

******

‘Ona!’ You gasp.

You don’t push her away only because you know that it’s your girlfriend’s touch.

When you turn around, you’re met with Ona’s grin.

It seems that despite having been subbed off a few minutes before the whistle had blown, your girlfriend hadn’t quite been able to warm up on the bench.

She slips her too cold hands up a little further under your soaked jersey with a soft laugh.

‘Mi amor. Your hands are f-freezing.’

‘I know.’ Ona giggles.

‘I really should have worn gloves.’ She adds.

‘Mhm.’

You’re barely able to fight the urge to wriggle away from your girlfriend and her frozen hands as she takes advantage of your body’s warmth.

‘I love you.’ She says, her voice quiet but filled with adoration when she realises that despite how cold her hands are, you are willing to let her warm them up with your body heat.

‘I love you too. But I can love you while you warm up in the shower.’

Gently, you tug her into the showers and away from Vilda’s prying eyes, where you press a flurry of kisses onto your girlfriend’s face.

Ona hums, stroking the skin on your waist with her thumb.

Wholeheartedly, you tell her, ‘You played so well today. Bagged an assist too, superstar.’

‘I’m not so sure about superstar, I was just trying my best for this team.’ Ona murmurs, a bright pink blush colouring her cheeks.

She’s too cute you think.

‘Ona.’

‘Yes?’

‘You’re a superstar.’ Your tone leaves no room for argument, making even the tips of Ona’s ears flush as she hears your praise.

‘Okay.’ She accepts shyly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

‘Maybe my superstar can wear gloves for the next game? So that she wouldn’t need to use me as her personal heater?’

‘But I really like having you as my personal heater.’ Your girlfriend pouts.

‘You can always use me as your personal heater but please mi amor, wear a pair of gloves okay?’

‘Okay.’ She concedes and you smile.

‘Thank you love.’

Leaving her with an affectionate and grateful kiss pressed onto the corner of her mouth, you back out of the shower stall before any staff member can catch you.

Further PDA with your favourite person can wait till you’re both back at the hotel.

Spanish Translation:

hola mi amor - hello my love

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[putellas14]

It Was Only a Matter of Time, ficlet 1 (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

This ficlet was getting out of hand and becoming a full blown fic, which was never my intention. I cut it back down into ficlets. Hopefully that means you can get little tidbits of this story over time rather than having to wait another millenia for a full fic.

If you haven't read It Was Only a Matter of Time yet, I'd highly encourage you to read that first.

The next 15 hours were a whirlwind. You barely remembered last night, given the amount of alcohol consumed in the Barca locker room and the party afterwards. But the one thing you remembered was that Alexia refused to leave your side for more than 10 minutes. Which is why it didn’t surprise you to wake up next to her with her arm tossed over your waist.

It didn't surprise you but it did make you so unbelievably happy.

Smiling to yourself, you took in her sleeping form. You were in a hotel room, presumably Ale’s, although you weren’t sure. Turning your head gently, you checked the other bed and saw Patri sound asleep.

Turning back towards Alexia, you leaned closer to press your lips to her forehead. She opened one eye and smiled seeing you next to her.

“I’m going to run over to my apartment quick and get a change of clothes,” you whispered.

“No,” she whined, using her arm to drag you closer.

“I’ll be quick.”

“Shower here.”

“And clothes?”

“Use mine.”

“I know we’re close, Ale, but I don’t want to wear your underwear.”

Her nose squished up in an adorable expression of disgust. “You’re right. But I’m coming with you.”

You laughed softly. Of course. Jesus, why was she so adorable? “Okay, let’s go.” You tried to roll out of bed and found yourself pulled back and flipped over with Alexia hovering over you. “Well, hi,” you muttered.

“Morning.” She leaned down and just as her lips met yours, a pillow hit you both in the side.

“I can see you, you know,” Patri groaned. “No nasty business while I’m here.” Rolling over, she buried her head under the cover and let out a snore. Laughing, Alexia pushed off of you.

At your apartment, you barely managed to convince her that you weren't going to shower with her. It didn't matter that you'd seen each other is many stages of undress before. You'd never showered together. And even though you were insanely in love with Alexia, you didn't want this to be the first time you were together, still mildly drunk, verging on hungover, officially together for less than a day.

However badly you wanted Alexia, this was not how your first time was going to happen.

You walked out into the kitchen towel drying your hair. She handed you a coffee. "Oh thank you." You gave her a kiss in return.

"You're welcome," she answered as she pulled her shirt over her head. "Guess I'll take my shower now."  Dropping it on the counter, she walked around you, trailing a single finger along the band of your pants.

Groaning, you tried to hold it together. She kept walking. "Care for another shower?" she asked over her shoulder when she got to the bathroom door.

"Ale." Her sports bra hit you in the face and she giggled. "Oh my god. You're going to kill me. Let me drink this coffee before I die." You slumped over your coffee, refusing to look in her direction.

"And here I thought you'd want to have your way with me before you died. But okay, enjoy your coffee." A second later you heard the shower come on. You groaned again.

Do not think about her in the shower.

Do not think about her naked in the shower.

Do not think. Period. There. Just stop thinking. 

Shaking your head, you finished off your coffee and put your cup in the sink. Hands settled on your hips and you felt lips on the back of your shoulder. You turned to face her. Her hair was still a wet tangled mess. Her cheeks flushed from the heat of the shower. She was dressed in one of your shirts. Cupping her cheek, you wrapped your other arm around her to hold her close. "Feel better?"

"A bit hungover. Maybe you can kiss it better," she whispered. Despite how stupid the line was, you couldn't help the smile that formed as your lips met hers. You'd lost track of how many times she'd kissed you since yesterday. But every time she did, it still felt unreal. It felt like you were living in a dream.

"I'm so in love with you," you said, leaning back. Her nose scrunched as she looked up at you.

"I'm completely in love with you, too," she whispered.

You kissed the tip of her nose. "What times does your bus leave?"

She glanced at the clock on the wall. "We should probably head back soon," she answered with a pout. "I have to be on the bus in an hour."

The two of you walked slowly back across town, not wanting the time together to end. You learned that the city of Barcelona had organized a parade for the team, which would be the day after tomorrow. The league's final match would be midweek and then Alexia would be on holiday. Officially, you had already begun holiday, but you'd signed on to help at a few youth soccer trainings. It pained you to tell Alexia you wouldn’t be able to come to Barcelona for her final match of the season.

"Oh! But you could come to Ibiza, maybe? We leave next weekend."

You'd already committed to a vacation with some of your teammates. They'd get over it. "I miss our Ibiza trips," you quietly admitted.

Alexia put her arm through yours and leaned her head against your shoulder. From then until she boarded her bus, she clung tightly to you, not wanting to let you get too far in the short time you had left together.

Though the next week was busy,  she returned to the memories of your touch often, desperately missing you. You  talked every day, multiple times. You watched Barcelona's last match and cheered for them as they all celebrated their league win. You kept yourself busy with the youth camp. It was fun to teach excited children about your favorite sport. But you were glad when it was over. The year without Alexia had been difficult and you had a lot to make up for. All you wanted was to get to Ibiza and back to Alexia.

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[chelscait]

always. | Clàudia Pina

category: angst / fluff.

summary: you and Clàudia have been best friends since the start of your football journey, what happens when one night turns your feelings upside down?

word count: 5.1k.

Growing up through the ranks all the way to the senior team, you and Claudia were like two peas in a pod. You were stuck together like glue, always by each others side through thick and thin.

You and Claudia met when you were little when you were just coming to terms with the rules of football when both your parents made you join the local team.

You noticed the small girl hugging herself at the back when you were asked by your coach to warm up with a partner, so you toddled over with a small smile on your face offering the ball to her. She took it with a thankful smile, and that moment is when your friendship clicked.

When you both were finally playing for the senior team together, after you were moved up from the B team, your older teammates teased you both relentlessly.

Anywhere you were Claudia was, anywhere Claudia was you were.

At first the team was teasing you for your very close friendship but started escalating to teasing you about an actual relationship. You weren’t all that bothered, deciding to think nothing of it but Claudia thought opposite.

Thankfully though, for Claudia, you hadn’t noticed the bright blush that appears on her face whenever Mapi said something aloud. Everyone else though, apparently did.

“Are you excited for the second leg?” You always asked Claudia a question after to take her mind off the teasing, her face always relaxing when the topic is something she can talk about forever.

If there was anything you and Claudia couldn’t love more it would be champions league nights. The atmosphere and intensity of the games always had you and her hanging on the edge of your sofa when you were little. Now, you both were a part of them.

Playing at Camp Nou was always a dream, heading into the second leg of the semi final against Chelsea you were ready. Ready to declare yourself into the final.

The game was tough, you and Claudia were both on the bench, her mostly because she was coming back from an injury.

From the previous leg Barcelona was 1-0 on aggregate, Caroline scoring the second one late in the second half really powered the team to keep going although Chelsea responded quickly scoring their first goal of the semis just 5 minutes after.

Chelsea were good, the whole team could admit that. Far better than they were last time. The whole game you and Claudia were reminiscing the old times when you both were constantly on the edge of your seats, squeezing each others hands when the team created near chances.

When that final whistle blew, Claudia took your hand and you both sprinted onto the pitch. Hugging and jumping, the whole team was making Camp Nou rock. Barcelona were through to the final again, and they were stronger than ever. Thank you Chelsea for knocking out Lyon.

Claudia didn’t once let go of your hand, not until you were all in your cubbies and getting changed out of your kit.

“Who’s coming out to celebrate tonight?!” You heard someone shout as you were pulling your jersey over your head, along with many responses of ‘sí’.

You looked at Claudia to see if she was up for it, she nodded at you with a cheeky grin on her face. Guess your calming night in was cancelled.

“We’re coming!” You replied whilst leaning into Claudias side, directing to who ‘we’ is (even though they probably already knew).

Once the girls were all ready, they found themselves all settled in a bar a few blocks away from the stadium. They didn’t want to go too extravagant with the venue, considering some didn’t bring a spare change of clothes and were still in their barca team wear.

Everyone kept the drinks rolling though, no matter the venue the alcohol made it fun. You and Claudia probably had one too many for your lightweight selves, dancing away to the music playing from the little speaker hung up in the corner of the room.

“Come to the bathroom with me a sec..” You whispered in Claudias ear, herself not thinking anything about it, going everywhere with each other being a normality so she let you pull her through the crowd.

Once the door behind you closed, you made your way to the mirror checking yourself over before you turned around. Claudia could see a suggestive look in your eye, one she was not familiar with.

“So…”

“So.” you bit your lip tilting you head to the side.

“What are we do-“ She began before you cut her off, slamming your lips together in a passionate kiss.

Claudia stood still, her eyes wide open as she tried to concur with your fast paced action.

You pulled away when you didn’t feel her lips move with yours, you found her with an obvious look of shock on her face.

“¿Qué? I thought you wanted this?” You slurred with a tilt of the head.

“I… I do.”

You could see her finally register what had just happened, snapping back to reality to pull you back in and push you against the counter.

Forgetting where you were, your hands were roaming each others bodies like predators on prey, Claudia pulling away to begin trailing sloppy kisses down your neck.

“Clau..” You moaned breathlessly, hands on her shoulders, nudging her slightly.

“Clau!” She disconnected from you and looked you in the eyes, both full of lust and want. “Let’s go home.”

Quickly, she took your hand and, practically, marched through the bar, the both of you giggling like little school girls. The sudden departure of the two of you not going unnoticed by a few of your teammates who all shared a look as they sipped their drinks.

“Bueno, who knew just an alcoholic drink can make them both finally come to their senses,” Mapi shrugged looking at Ingrid for confirmation of what she just saw. “Why didn’t we try that earlier?”

The whole night you and Claudia expressed yourselves with hidden feelings, the tension finally gone too far to the point you both wanted each other so much you didn’t stop. You would have thought Claudias neighbours would have made a noise complaint, thankfully they didn’t.

Waking up in the the morning with a splitting headache wasn’t something you normally dealt with, waking up not in your own bed, naked, was definitely not something you normally dealt with.

When you finally forced your eyes open you pulled your head up noticing this was Claudias room. Why were you in your best friends room… naked?

Looking to the other side of the bed next to you is something you thought you’d never see. A naked claudia. You looked under the covers to see exactly how exposed you were, maybe you didn’t actually do anything but kiss? Naked? Your suspicion was proved wrong when you shifted slightly, a dull ache in between your legs told you how your night went.

Looking back at Claudia, her long hair spread all over the pillow and her mouth open slightly revealing soft snores. The scene started to make you panic, sliding out of the covers and collecting all stranded pieces of clothing from off the floor.

“No, no, no. This can’t be happening.” Whispering over to your self as you manically pulled on your clothes wanting to leave and run as far away as you possibly could.

Once you were ready to leave, you took one last look at Claudia. Was this a good idea? Should you stay? What would she do? What will happen to your friendship?

Your eyes became cloudy and your lip trembled, this isn’t how you want it to end. Grasping her bedroom door handle, you swung it open and made your way to her front door, closing it as quietly as possible and quickly making your way back to your apartment.

Claudia awoke right after you left, the alcohol hadn’t affected her as much as it did you leaving her with only a fuzzy head. She rubbed her eyes with her palms and looked around the room, the rustled sheets and folded duvet next to her jogs her memory of last night. Her face drops and she cowers in embarrassment, her hands shaking as she reached for her phone.

There were no recent notifications from you, just family and friends messaging her congratulations. She opens up your messages and begins typing.

Y/N:)

Claudia: hey.

i’m sorry.

lo siento mucho.

She sent those messages with tears streaming down her face, she’s probably just ruined the best thing that’s ever happened to her. Small sobs racked her body, chucking her phone across the room and burying her face back into her pillow.

“Estúpida, Claudia! Eres tan estupido.”

Throughout the rest day you had ignored Claudia, leaving her on read every time she messaged or called. You felt bad, obviously, but you couldn’t face what you both had just done. Not yet, you needed time for yourself.

You spent the day cuddled up on the sofa, binge drinking a few bottles of wine and watching romantic movies, sobbing whenever it got too much.

You love Claudia, but your not sure whether you love, love Claudia. You had never been very open about your sexuality towards her, you were never the type to talk about that kind of intimacy, like sex or what you do in your spare time…

Your focus was always on football.

You had decided to make an impression when training started again on Saturday, being there early was one of them and helping the trainers set up. The coaches were suspicious as to why you were here, especially with no Claudia. You just wanted to take your mind off of everything and refresh yourself with a football.

Walking back to the changing room, you noticed everyone was there all looking at you like you’ve grown three heads. You were without Claudia and you had a terribly big smile on your face.

“Hola. Whats up?” You looked around the room confused, furrowing your eyebrows. They all shook their heads and got back to changing, leaving you to walk back to your cubby.

“Hey, where’s Claudia?” Alexia steps up to you, your gaze travelling up to her face from your seated position.

“I am not sure.”

“What do you mean your not sure?”

“I mean i’m not sure.” You shrugged, turning around to grab something out your bag.

“Has something happened between the two of you?” She sits down next to you, crossing her arms.

“No, no of course not. Why would you think that, we’re fine. We’re good. Prometo.” You stumbled out your response causing Alexia to become suspicious.

You and Alexia were never really close, she mostly took Claudia under her wing whereas you had Irene and Marta. Mapi, maybe, could be an exception.

“Vale..” Alexia gave you a look as she reopened her phone, her thumbs typing away as she returned to her locker.

You all didn’t see Claudia until about 20 minutes later when you were all out on the training pitch doing your warm ups.

“Claudia! Where have you been? Your late!” Jonatan shouted at her, you watched as her small body jumped at the noise. “5 laps of the field, go!”

You noticed her try to look for you, your gaze on the ground when you saw her looking your way. She sighed and got running when you showed no response. A bunch of your teammates gave you a look when they saw her physical state. You could admit she didn’t look great, your heart broke at the fact that that was your fault.

When you were told to get into partners you hurried over to Jana, quickly pulling her away from Bruna who gave you an ‘are you serious look.’

“Okay, dime. What’s going on?” Jana snatched her arm from you, giving you a crossed look. She wasn’t all that happy you took her away from spending time with her best friend. “What’s going on with you and Clau?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie otherwise i’m going back to Bruna.”

Your eyes shot up and you bit your lip, hesitating on whether to say something.

“Urm…” Your hands started to fiddle with your sleeves, busying yourself with the ball at your feet.

“urm what?”

“weslepttogether.” You blurted, quietly though so nobody else could hear.

“Wow. Finally.” Jana chuckled taking the ball from your feet.

You gave her a blank stare, “I left in the morning without saying anything, i did the walk of shame on my best friend.”

Jana stood still, gazing at the ground before peeking up at you.

“Oh.”

“Yes, oh.” You lifted your arms up defeated and slapping them back against your sides, no clue on how your going to salvage everything.

“Jana, Y/N! Your not doing anything, stop chatting and get on.”

You both ended the conversation and began actually moving the ball and passing it to each other.

On the other side of the pitch, Claudia was with Patri. Patri was her second closest friend after you, they both shared a good bond and Patri wanted to take her mind off whatever was going on.

“Hey, what’s the matter? You keep missing the ball.”

Claudia shook her head and passed the ball back to Patri, it being a little harder than the rest causing it to hit Patri’s ankles with a hard slap.

“Lo siento, I don’t mean to take it out on you.”

“It’s okay, really.” Patri placed a hand on her shoulder with a sympathetic smile. “If you ever want to talk, you know my place is open for you to visit anytime. I’m not going to push you.”

Claudias eyes glossed over as she looked at her.

“Gracias.”

They all made there way over to the drinks bottles and Claudia spotted you, Jana and Bruna all chatting. Her heart ached when she heard you giggling with them, were you not affected like she is? Did you not care?

The sight of you with them made her angry and she glared at the side of your head. She knew you knew she was looking at you, yet you didn’t make a move. Chucking her bottle into the cooler harshly, making you all jump, you looked at her to find her eyes filled with hatred, moving your eyes away from hers as fast as possible. You didn’t recognise this Claudia.

Alexia was becoming really worried now, as your captain she had to maintain good relationships in the team. Claudias actions were not normal, the usually sweet, kind girl was letting her anger impulsively take over but she knows she would never hurt a fly, so she lets it go.

Later on, the coaches announced to play 7-aside games to end your days training. You were not put on Claudias team, thankfully, even though you normally were. The trainers decided to play one game at a time, the other teams sitting out to watch.

You liked to watch your teammates play, picking out every small detail of their style of play and memorising some to try out later. You pointed out some of them to Bruna, both of you complimenting them to each other and also complimenting each other on skills.

The small blush that appears on your face after she mentions how good you are at something is when Claudia lost it, sitting on a stranded ball her leg was bouncing. The energy inside her was burning as she stares at a blade of grass in front of her, if she looked any longer it could have set on fire but she was interrupted by both your teams being called up.

When getting in position, you snuck a glance at Claudia. Her face was blank, she didn’t seem upset anymore yet she didn’t seem back to normal. Of course not, she’ll probably never be the same. Especially around you.

You as a defender and Claudia as a striker, meant the game was heavily between the two of you. She was attacking hard, causing you to defend hard. You tried not to let feelings get in between, trying to actually benefit in terms of training for football, whereas, Claudia was knocking, pushing and pulling you around the small pitch.

The game proved quite entertaining for the girls watching, them happily cheering you both on and mumbling at points which revealed your current relationship. You and Claudia were like two school children fighting over a toy in the playground.

When Claudia was running towards the goal, you found yourself behind her which was not the place, as a defender, you wanted to be. Pulling her bib slightly to put her off her run didn’t exactly entertain her, knocking her elbow as hard as she could into your face and shooting the ball perfectly into the top corner.

You fell down with a squeak, many of your teammates gasps echoing around the pitch. Removing your hand from your nose, you looked up at Claudia with a shocked look, blood running all the way down your face and neck. You’d never thought she do that, never in a million years not even in the position you are in now.

Claudia was stood still, aghast with what she had just done. Looking away from you and the medics holding your nose, she made eye contact with Alexia who seemed just as shocked. The disappointed shake of her head made Claudias throat close up, tugging off the tangled bib as she run back inside towards the changing rooms.

She didn’t even make it inside the changing rooms before the sobs came rattling out, barely being able to push open the door. She slumped against the wall next to the door inside, and slid down. She couldn’t breathe, she felt as if she couldn’t breathe.

“Claudia?” A voice fuzzily appeared around her.

“Claudia, bebita. Hey, hey. Shush, it’s okay. Your okay. Breathe, breathe for me.” She noticed Alexia’s frightened face in front of her, her cheeks behind held as she felt thumbs wiping over them.

“Here, follow my breathing.” Removing one of her hands to take Claudias hand in hers, placing it on her chest. “In and out, slowly.”

“In and out. Good girl.”

Claudia struggled through a few intakes, before her rigid body flopped into Alexia’s with relief.

“I’ve got you.”

They stayed like that for a few minutes before Claudia felt herself being pulled up and guided towards her locker, a dull headache formed from her previous crying as she leant back.

“so, are you going to tell me what’s going on?” Alexia rubbed Claudias back soothingly, her head tiredly tilting to the side to see her face.

Alexia seeing Claudias bottom lip begin to tremble again made her pull her in for a tight hug, stroking her hair as she buried her face in her shoulder.

“After the ugh, the second leg of the semis. We.. um… me and Y/N slept together, like properly, and i woke up alone. She left me in the morning with nothing and then ignored me when i tried to contact her.”

Pulling away from Alexia she started fiddling with the skin of her fingers, the anger rising again as the jealousy revived.

“Seeing her today acting as if nothing ever happened with Bruna and Jana made me feel as if i was the problem, that i’m the one who is in the wrong. Last time i checked it takes two to tango.”

The conversation between the both of them was cut short, as you slammed the door open.

“What the fuck, Claudia?” The smaller girl jumped back into Alexia as you confronted her. “Don’t act all small and whatnot. You’ve ruled me out of the game tomorrow that could decide our league run! Thanks a lot.”

“Woah, Y/N calm down, slow down.” Alexia intervenes, her hands raising to ease the tension.

“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down Alexia, she broke my nose! If anything you should be telling her off, putting her on the bench tomorrow. Not fucking praising her!” You shouted at her whilst pointing at Claudia.

“Why are you acting like the victim here?!” Claudia stood up, pointing her finger accusingly at your chest.

“Because I am?” You scoffed pointing at your nose.

“Fuck off Y/N, your such a selfish bitch, you know that?” Claudia shoved you slightly, realising the rest of the team was flooding in.

“Selfish?”

“Sí, SELFISH.” She pushed you again, her eyes spilling hot tears. “Do you want me to remind you what you’ve put me through these past few days? You left me in the dark, not replying to me, not contacting me at all. What do you think i felt when i saw you acting as if nothing happened? Gossiping and fucking giggling over god knows what, it made me angry. Maybe the reason for your broken nose is your own fault.”

“I didn’t want to give you the wrong impression, I needed time to figure it out…”

“Wrong impression? So this is me being ridiculous then? ¿Qué? You didn’t actually drag me to the bathroom and kiss me and then decided to drag me back to my apartment to then have sex with me? Was that not you?”

“Claudia stop not here.” You stepped forward as you heard many of you teammates gasp.

“No, everyone should know. Not as if they don’t want to know, considering most of the time we’ve been here they’ve been teasing and mocking us the whole time.”

“I didn’t mean to do it! It was the alcohol not me.”

“aha of course the alcohol. So, you regret it then?”

“Yes! I regret it.” Slapping you sides with your arms, giving up.

“Fuck you. Your the one who put us all through this, and i’m the only one hurting. Does our friendship not mean anything, after all these years?”

You stayed silent, speechless as to what she just asked.

“Wow. Wow that really is eye opening.” Claudia choked out a sob, heading towards the door as quick as she could and slamming it behind her. Patri giving you a glare as she followed after.

“You need to apologise, Y/N. Like right now.” Alexia’s eyes full of fury towards you, looking back towards Mapi and others to see them all disappointed and shocked.

“I have to admit that was not okay.” Mapi mentioned after, with a low voice trying not to add fuel to the fire.

“What am i supposed to do? Can’t really resolve it now, it’s gone too far. She’ll never forgive me.” You slumped down on the bench, dropping your head in you hands.

“Y/N, it’s Claudia. You two have known each other all your lives, this, even as big as it is, isn’t enough to break your friendship.” Mapi tries to reassure you, moving over to sit next to you.

“Feels like it.”

“Dime, what are some of Claudias favourite things?”

“¿Por qué?” You looked up at her and Alexia who were now both sitting next to you.

“We’re going to help you apologise. Now come on tell us.”

“Urm, well she likes football that’s for sure.”

“Something other than football.”

“Food, sunsets, flowers… puppies? I’m really not that sure.”

“Perfect! Food, sunsets and flowers! Take her out for dinner before sunset with flowers.” Mapi exclaimed as if it was that easy.

“She’ll never agree to that now.” you shrugged with a huff, biting you nails.

“Don’t worry about the Claudia part, we’ll sort that out, worry about the organising part.”

“Vale… Yes, i can do that… you sure this will work?”

“Claro.”

“Positiva.”

All evening, once back at home, you got straight to planning. You and the others decided tomorrow would be the perfect opportunity after, hopefully, winning La liga F. Alexia and Mapi would have the excuse to tell Claudia that the team is going out celebrating, therefore leading her to the restaurant you have made a booking for without any suspicions.

You had booked a fancy restaurant located by the beach, making sure to get the best table in the house. The table you booked was positioned on the balcony part of the restaurant, overlooking the sea and hopefully giving the best viewing point of tomorrow nights sunset.

The next day went as you hoped, Barcelona winning the league with Alexia cheekily making her return. The celebrations went on as normal, playing with all the little kids with Mapi and taking photos. The blissed feeling made you not think anything of Claudia, her enthusiasm much lower than yours as she walked around clapping with Alexia.

“We’re all going out tonight, you coming?” Alexia nudges Claudia out of her trance.

“Of course, what kind of question is that?” A huge grin appeared on Claudias face as she started bouncing around.

“Good. I’ll give you the information later.” Alexia gave a look of adoration towards her mini me, incredibly proud of her achievements when she wasn’t there. She just hopes that you both can reconcile and return back to normal, she hated seeing Claudia so upset.

Later on, you started to get nervous. Your hands were clammy as you were doing your makeup and you accidentally burnt yourself on your hair straighteners. Overall, you looked great and it overpowered your nervous state.

You were first to the restaurant, obviously, and you had asked the waitress who took you to your table to bring the girl over to you when she asked for the FC Barcelona booking mentioning that it was a surprise.

Too intrigued with the ocean waves you didn’t notice the pair of footsteps getting closer.

“What’s this?”

You snapped your head round to find Claudia with an unsure look on her face.

“Urm.” You stood up, steadying yourself against the table.

“Y/N, where’s everyone else?” Claudia questioned crossing her arms.

“They’re… they’re not here… it’s just us.”

“No.” Claudia turned back around, shaking her head vigorously. “Not now, i cant do this.”

“Claudia! No wait please, hear me out.” You grabbed hold of her arm, gently tugging her back.

You gave her a pleading look, moving you hand down towards hers and she allowed you to pull her back.

“Sit, please.” You slowly edged back to your seat, while Claudia slumped on the edge of hers.

“What do you want to drink, it’s all on me.”

“Cut the bullshit, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry, okay. I didn’t mean for this to happen whatsoever. I know i’m in the wrong here and when I said i regret it, i… i didn’t mean the sex part. The sex part was great.”

Claudia leant forward in her seat, getting more comfortable.

“I meant the leaving you part. That was what i really meant.” you looked up from your hands in your lap to see Claudias reaction, her face not showing much emotion.

“I’ve always um… struggled with my sexuality. You were the first girl i’d ever slept with or did anything with, i guess seeing you that morning made me panic.” You felt Claudias hand edge towards yours, finger tips brushing against each others.

“But i do now know that i’m definitely not straight, at least not fully. A bit bendy.” You tried to bring humour into the scene, it working when Claudia let out a small snort.

“Again, i’m really sor-“

“So where does this leave us?”

“What do you me-“

“Would you guys like to order any drinks?” Your waitress appeared by the table and you looked at Claudia with a hopeful look in your eyes.

“Yeah i’ll have a glass of white, any kind i don’t mind.” Claudia smiled at the waitress before taking her Jacket off and hanging it over her seat.

“Make that a bottle, please.” You intervened while you leant your head on you hand, as you watched Claudia push her hair back behind her shoulders.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I can’t believe it has taken me this long to realise how beautiful you really are.” Claudias mouth opened slightly as her cheeks sustained a faint blush, the early evening light making her glow.

“Y/N…”

“I like you, Claudia. It’s just taken me a while… and i’m sorry i’ve put you through all of this to make me realise.”

Claudias eyes widen and she opens her mouth to say something before you cut her off.

“I won’t push you into it, i know the stuff i’ve said and done is miles from right and i’ve been horrible so i won’t be expecting anything straight away. I just… i needed you to know.” You held your hands up in defence before she spoke, your confession now making you nervous.

“I like you too, Y/N. I have for years, maybe even from when we first met.” Claudias hand rested over yours, your gazes locked together.

You let out small giggle as well as a sniff, “I miss being us so fucking badly.”

“Same. I want us back.” 

Two bottles of wine later and a lot of tapas, you and Claudia were back to normal, maybe even better. You had moved to the sun beds down on the beach, laying next to each other on one. Claudia snuggled into your side as your arm around her played with her hair, the soft breeze and vibrant colours of the sky calming you into a peaceful silence.

“I love you.” You whispered into the top of her head, giving it a brief kiss. She sat up completely, twisting her body to face you, her eyes wandering to your lips. You reached a hand forward to tuck the fallen strand of hair behind her ear, all whilst doing the same as her.

Leaning in slightly, Claudia leant her forehead against yours.

“Te quiero mucho.” She whispered against your lips before gently locking them together, you took her chin between your fingers pulling her closer and sat up further. You carried on into a gentle make out session, smiling into each kiss.

“Do you want to come to mine? We can do it properly this time.” You took her lip between your teeth before pulling back with a suggestive look in your eyes.

“You not going to leave me again?” she tilted her head with a humorous look, while biting her own lip.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, mi amor. You just have to be careful with my nose… still hurts and still broken.”

The comment made Claudia chuckle, shoving your shoulder. “You deserved it.”

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[femininefutbol]

luna de miel

request from here

prompt: you and alexia putellas go on your honeymoon and can’t seem to keep your hands off each other 

word count: 4.1k

SMUT WARNING 

a/n: if you are under 18 please do not interact and read at your own discretion. this is probably the most detailed smut i've written thus far so enjoy i guess?

-

Joining back with the group of your teammates and friends on holiday in Ibiza after your honeymoon was always the plan for you and Alexia. It was nice to have time alone but you also love spending downtime with your friends. So your pre-national team camp plan included a perfect mix of both. 

“The party has arrived” you yell, making your way into the outdoor area of the Ibiza villa. Your arrival is a surprise to everyone as neither you or Alexia had told anyone when you would be returning from the Maldives, all they knew was that at some point during the holidays you two would be joining back with them. 

“MRS PUTELLAS!” your best friend Leila yells, getting up from her seat at the table making quick work of pulling you into her arms. 

“We both kept our own last names Ouahabi” you laugh, holding on to her tightly. 

“I don’t care, you are Mrs Putellas to me now. How was it? You need to tell me everything” Leila exclaims, grasping onto your hand and leading towards where she was previously sitting, forcing you to sit next to her, not allowing you any opportunity to greet anyone else. 

You look across the table where your wife is greeting everyone in a much more casual way than your reunion with Leila. Her eyes catch yours and she sends you a small wink, the action making you blush far too easily for your own liking. 

“(Y/N)” Leila waves her hand in front of your face, capturing back your attention. “Come on you just spent a whole week with Ale, you owe me some attention now” she whines, the sentiment making you laugh at your best friend's dramatics. 

“Okay fine, I am all yours sorry gemela” you inform Leila, dramatically moving your chair to face her to show that she has your full attention. 

The two of you catch up for a while, telling her the most exciting parts of your trip, like paddle boarding, watching the sunrise and sunset every morning and visiting some amazing restaurants. You purposely leave out discussion the sexual experiences that made up the majority of your trip, keeping that as something between yourself and Alexia. 

“Woah Ale, (Y/N) did a number on you!” Virginia exclaims, the loudness of her statement capturing your attention. 

You immediately look across to where Alexia is sitting speaking with a few of the girls, Virginia wiggling her eyebrows, “you told them?” 

“No, no I didn’t” Alexia immediately replies, knowing what you are thinking and working to assure you that she didn’t tell your friends any details of the intimate moments that the two of you shared. 

“Ale hasn’t said anything but I think the state of her neck speaks for itself” Virginia laughs pointing at the dark purple hickey on Alexia’s neck that is showing through the makeup she strategically applied. 

“Shit” Alexia whispers knowing that her makeup rubbed of due to her rubbing her neck, “sorry baby” 

“You did that (Y/N)?” Leila asks in horror. The full extent of the damage you did is shown to the group, the bruise is extremely dark, and while it is the only mark on her neck it is fairly clear that you worked that spot harshly with just how concentrated the colour of her skin is. 

You nod sheepishly, you had purposely avoided that topic of how much sexual intimacy was shared on your honeymoon but now that the girls have found a semblance of proof they are not going to stop until they know every last detail that occurred over the course of your trip. 

“My little baby (Y/N/N) did this? I don’t believe it” Leila exclaims dramatically, pulling you into her arms and coddling you. 

You push yourself out of Leila’s hold, giggling at her dramatics, “we are literally married, what did you expect us to do for a week in a private hut in the Maldives?” you raise and eyebrow, wondering if she is being serious or if her display is just a joke. 

“Not that!” Leila points at Alexia’s neck, the voice of horror causing the entire group to laugh. 

“Anyway, details now” Virginia draws the attention away from Leila, looking between you and Alexia, waiting for one of you to speak. 

“No way Torrecilla, that stays between us, you already know way too much” Alexia states, chuckling at the immediate groan that comes from Virginia. 

“So you guys just stayed in and had sex for the entire week?” Leila whispers to you as the rest of the girls move on to a new topic of conversation. 

“No, we explored other places too” you answer casually. 

“You two fucked in other places?!” Leila asks in shock, her mind instantly putting the dots together, gathering the information from the way you answered her question. 

“LEILA!” you yell, not having expected her to have an outburst like that. 

“You two fucked in public?” Virginia asks excitedly, knowing now that Alexia can not brush her off and that the details of your week in the Maldives will come to light. 

“Yes” “No” you and Alexia answer at the same time, Alexia giving up while you still attempt to deny what happened. 

Virginia looks between the two of you with a smirk on her face. 

“Okay yes, it was only once though” you sigh, giving the group the answer they so desperately wanted to hear. 

“Now there is no way you can deny us the details” Virginia states, looking expectantly, waiting for one of you to start talking. 

“I guess I should start right at the start then, hey baby?” Alexia asks with a smirk, now more than willing to disclose what happened. You are left covering your face with your hands, the blush that covers your cheeks still clearly on display to the rest of the group. 

-

“Are you ready to go baby?” Alexia calls out to you, it is the first night of your honeymoon so the two of you have a romantic dinner planned, the first one you will have alone since the two of you have been married. 

“Si” you respond simply, making your way out of the bathroom, attempting to pull the hair tie out of your hair while doing so. 

You let your hair down, dragging your hand through it a couple of times to make sure it falls down your back nicely, as you do you look up catching Alexia staring at you, her eyes not moving, stuck staring at your outfit.  

“Everything okay?” you ask immediately, you had been worried about your outfit choice. The white button up shirt barely buttoned in order to show off your black lace bralette underneath and a pair of black slacks while not your usual style was something you wanted to try out. 

“What time is our reservation again?” Alexia asks, her eyes still not leaving your body as she moves towards you. 

“Umm 1800?” 

“What time is it now?” she asks, her voice barely a whisper as she is so close to you that you feel the heat of her body against you. 

You ignore the close proximity of your wife, moving your hand up to check the time your watch is displaying, “1730” 

“That is more than enough time for what I am going to do to you” Alexia husks out, moving her hands into your open shirt, her hands gripping onto your bare skin causing shivers down your spine. 

Before you are able to ask what she plans on doing, Alexia's lips roughly meet yours, the forcefulness makes you moan against her lips. 

The sound of your moan causes her to buck her hips into you, gripping you impossibly tighter, you already know there will be light bruising on your waist from her hold. 

As the kiss deepens you wrap your arms around Alexias neck, your arms draping over her shoulders lazily. You are clearly distracted by the intense kissing which gives Alexia the opportunity to move one of her hands from it’s place on your waist to the front of your pants. She is able to unbutton your pants, surprising you when her hand makes it down the front of your body, her suddenly grasping your pussy through your panties. 

“Aleee” you moan out in a whiny tone. “We don’t have time for this” you force yourself to think logically in the moment knowing that you will likely miss your reservation if you let Alexia continue what she is doing. 

“I can be quick” she answers, pushing her thumb into your clit, the rough touch on your sensitive area causing your legs to buckle. “Careful sweetheart” Alexia speaks in a sly tone, her other arm now working to hold you upright. 

Alexia moves her hand that was down your pants, the lack of contact causing you to whimper, inexplicitly informing Alexia that you enjoyed her touch which makes her desire to touch you even stronger. 

“Are you going to do something or should we just go already?” you ask with a huff, hating how Alexia teases you the way she does, leaving you all bothered while she just gets to laugh it off. 

“Come on princesa, no need to be like that” Alexia smirks, her tight grip on you held even tighter as she pushes herself flush against your body looking down at you. “Why don’t you tell me what you want?” her condescending tone is evident. 

You look up at her, no words spoken not wanting to fall into her trap. 

“Fine if you won’t tell me what you want we can go” Alexia lets go of your waist, holding her hands in the air and walking away from you towards the door, signifying that you two can head out for your reservation. 

You again whine at the lack of contact, the action just making Alexia laugh knowing that half of the teasing you experience from her is your own doing. 

You begin to make your way towards the door, following behind Alexia with an annoyed pout. 

“I would change if I was you” Alexia turns around, leaning against the wall near the front door. 

“Why?” 

“Last I knew you were pretty wet, wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable at dinner” Alexia states casually, the comment causing you to huff and stomp your way back to your bedroom to change your outfit. 

-

Making your way into the restaurant half an hour past the time of your reservation it is clear that between you and your new wife you are the only one who is actually worried about the fact that you are late. Usually Alexia is extremely punctual and responsible but on vacation Alexia is like a completely different person, not worrying about a single thing. 

“Come on Ale” you pull her along, her slowly walking behind you, frustrating you to no end, “what is so interesting back there that you have to walk at the pace of a snail?” 

Alexia takes two decent strides easily catching up to you. “Your ass looks incredible in that dress” she whispers in your ear. 

“I hate you for being the reason I had to change” you groan. 

Alexia’s natural response to your complaint is grasping your ass, squeezing it quickly then immediately letting go as if she hadn’t done anything. 

You halt your movements causing Alexia to stop right behind you, the front of her body pressed against your back.

 “You okay?” she asks sweetily, her breath blowing onto your neck as she speaks into your ear. 

You shudder at the contact, a harsh shiver running down your body. Remembering where you are, you snap out of your thoughts. “I’m just fine” you answer simply, walking towards the hostess stand trying your hardest to ignore what Alexia is doing. 

“Hi, we had a reservation for 1800, I’m so sorry that we are late but is there a chance we would be able to get a table anyway?“ you ask the hostess in a slight panic, knowing how popular this restaurant is and that it has a rather strict reservation policy. 

“Of course” she smiles at you sweetly, “your reservation should be okay, what name is it under?” 

“Putellas” Alexia speaks up from behind you, clearly using the situation to portray a sense of dominance. 

“Follow me and I will show you to your table” the hostess offers, walking through the restaurant, leading you to a secluded corner. 

Once you are seated and served Alexia immediately goes back to teasing you, placing her hand on your now bare thigh. 

“Really?” you ask, looking at Alexia who is clearly pretending to read her menu. 

“What?” she asks dramatically as you continue to stare at her, waiting for her to acknowledge what she is doing. “I’m thinking of getting the salmon, what about you?” she looks you in the eyes, ignoring her purposeful actions and your annoyed glare. 

You sigh knowing that the game that Alexia is playing and knowing her she will not be stopping any time soon. You decide to ignore her cold hand which is slowly inching up your thigh and engage in conversation just as she would like you to. 

“The chicken salad sounds good” you answer simply. 

The two of you continue with some simple small talk until the waitress makes her way over asking you both what you would like. 

“I’ll have the salmon with grilled vegetables” Alexia speaks, smiling sweetly at the waitress across the table. 

“And I’ll-” “She will have the grilled chicken salad, that is all we would like thank you” Alexia speaks over you, handing the waitress both of your menus. 

“I can order for myself Ale” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning back in your seat, slightly annoyed at Alexia’s behaviour thus far. 

“Wouldn’t want you to waste your voice on such trivial things, it will be put to much better use later” she responds, placing a sweet kiss on your cheek, the action making you blush a deep red. 

“How so?” you bite back once you have mentally recovered from what she said. 

“I think you know exactly how baby, no need to play dumb” a chuckle escapes her lips as she inches her hand impossibly closer to your core, her hand slides under the buttom of your dress and is now sitting at the top of your thigh. 

You don't respond, instead you sit silently, a small smirk threatening to overtake your features at what Alexia is going to discover in a matter of moments. 

She presses her hand to your core, having to cover up her complete shock that crosses her face. Her hand is not stopped by your panties, instead she is touching your bare pussy, the lack of coverage both shocking and exciting her. 

“You aren’t wearing panties baby” she leans over to whisper, the stunned tone causing you to giggle, as she makes it seems as if you aren’t aware of the fact. 

“I know, I didn’t put any on when I got changed” you answer with a casual shrug. 

“You think a bare pussy is appropriate attire for such an occasion?” she asks with her eyebrow raised, one finger sitting delicately close to your hole, obviously she is ready to push it into you if you don’t answer how she would like you. 

Shocking Alexia with your lack of underwear gave you a small bout of confidence and took away any annoyance you had been feeling about her less than appropriate actions. So now rather than roll your eyes at her, you instead play into her questioning. 

“I haven’t heard any complaints so I would assume so. Is it not appropriate?” you ask innocently, looking at your wife with doe eyes knowing that your faux innocence drives her crazy. 

Alexia moves closer to you, her mouth so close to you that you feel her breath on your neck, the warmth sending shivers down your spin and pulses straight towards your pussy. She slowly pushes her finger into you extremely slowly at the same time. 

“Baby… It was a bold move but a very dumb one” she answers, her lips against your ear. 

The vibrations of her words along with the blissful feeling of her finger curling against your g-spot leaving you in an extremely vulnerable state. 

She continues to push her finger against you, the action alone driving you towards an orgasm due to how worked up she has gotten you over the course of the evening. Alexia knows this though and just before you are able to let go she slides her finger out of you, subtlety and sensually licking the finger clean, not even giving you the satisfaction of looking at you as she does so. 

Once she is done with her display of dominance she looks over at you. “Are you okay?” she asks casually, the smirk on her face and the aching between your thighs leaving you frustrated beyond belief. 

You don’t answer her question, instead just staring at her with a slight pout. Your craving for her to bring you to an orgasim at this very moment is clear to her and she finds great joy in watching you as internally debate whether to beg her to help you cum or stand your ground and pretend you are fine. 

You stand strong for longer than Alexia had expected, spending quite a few minutes deep in thought with the pout still etched into your features. There is slight sway to your hips, anyone else would think you needed to use the bathroom but Alexia knows you better than that and she is well aware that you are trying to use the friction to bring you to your orgasm so you don’t have to ask her for help. 

“Come on baby, just tell me what you need me and I’ll be happy to help out” she places her hand back onto your thigh. She looks at you disapprovingly causing you to halt your actions. 

“I need to cum” you whisper barely just urging yourself to mumble the sentence out. 

“What was that?” Alexia asks, looking at you with a mock confusion. Her hand on your thigh tightening its grip which causes a slight moan to escape your lips. 

“Please help me cum” you speak this time, louder than the last time and rephrased to Alexia’s liking. At this point you need her inside of you so there is no point even fighting against her, you are at the point where you are happy enough to appease her to receive the relief you so badly need. 

“See, was that so hard?” she asks condescendingly, discreetly moving her hand towards your wet pussy. 

She plays with your folds lightly waiting for a response, clearly not willing to give you what you so desperately need until you answer her. 

“No-oooo” you answer, slapping your hand over your mouth when she casually sticks two fingers into you, not completely being able to hold in the moan that escapes. 

She thrusts into you at a steady pace, working you up to your orgasm once more at a very rapid pace despite her not particularly trying very hard. 

She slows down after a few minutes, just barely thrusting into you, rather sitting idly instead the change in pace causes you to groan in displeasure, aching to cum at this point. 

You are thankful for her actions though as your server approaches your table with your meals. 

“Salmon with grilled vegetables?” she asks first, holding out the plate. 

“That’s mine” Alexia smiles at the girl, allowing her to place the plate in front of her. 

“And that means the grilled chicken salad is yours?” the server confirms, working to ensure that she has both meals correct. 

“Yes thank youuu” you force yourself to elongate your sentence as Alexia harshly thrusts both fingers into your pussy as you reply. 

“Yeah of course” the girl answers sweetly, not at all aware of what is occurring across and underneath the table right in front of her. “If you need anything else just signal me over and I will be happy to help, unless you need anything else now?” 

“Would it be too much to ask for a bottle of Chardonnay? We are actually celebrating, we got married yesterday, babe show her your ring” Alexia urges, she would show her own but the hand that it is on is currently knuckle deep in your pussy. 

“Oh wow congratulations you two! I will get you a bottle on the house” she answers sweetly. 

When you don’t immediately show off your ring Alexia halts her fingers deep inside your pussy, you don’t mind feeling a sense of relief that she is no longer building your orgasm while the server is at the table. She knows this though so she continues pushing deeper until you finally place your hand on the table showing off the extravagant ring that Alexia had bought you. 

“It’s absolutely beautiful! Your wife clearly has amazing taste” she admires the ring for far too long for your liking. 

“I like to think I do” Alexia answers smugly obviously making an innuendo. 

“Well I will be back with the wine and congratulations again” 

She walks away and as soon as her back is facing the table Alexia begins pumping into you again, the quick pace of her fingers drawing you impossibly close to your orgasm. 

The two of you begin to eat your meal, Alexia only using one hand, keeping up with thrusting, making the multi-tasking look extremely easy. 

It is too good to be true though as the server approaches the table with the wine that Alexia clearly only asked for so that she could continue to tease you with someone else in your presence. 

“Here is our best wine for the newlyweds, we hope you enjoy it. The chef would also like to offer a free dessert to the both of you as a congratulations”  

“Thank you so much, you are so lovely” Alexia replies, using the phrase that she always uses when you are about to cum, clearly speaking to you rather than the server as she is well aware of how close you are to coming undone. 

“Oh of course, it’s no hassle. How is your meal so far?” 

Alexia quickens her pace as you grip your fork impossibly tight, trying to work through your orgasm without making it obvious that is what you are doing. 

Your breath hitches and Alexia pauses right at your g-spot, hitting it repretivetly knowing that is the perfect way to make you cum on command. 

“Absolutely perfect” another phrase Alexia uses in the bedroom escapes her lips, and as it does you hold back the impossibly loud moan that almost escapes, your orgasm dampened slightly by the coughing fit that follows. 

You stand up immediately, barely allowing time for Alexia’s fingers to discreetly leave your pussy as you rush to the bathroom. 

“Is she okay?” the server asks with concern. 

“I think she will be fine, I will go and check on her, thank you so much for the service though” Alexia answers following after you, more than ready for round 2, the meal and wine completely forgotten at this point. 

-

“I can never look at you again” Leila exclaims, horrified at the details of what you did with Alexia. 

“That’s not even half of it” Alexia mutters under her breath, a smirk on her face. 

“What did you say Ale?” Virginia asks, she had heard the statement and was looking to stir up some more drama. 

“I said ‘that’s not even half of it’” Alexia answers louder, laughing lightly as she sees the blush covering your cheeks. 

“Ale definitely fucked (Y/N) in the bathroom as well!” Virginia claims, your cheeks turning a deeper red and Alexia’s throaty chuckle telling her everything she needs to know about the situation. 

“What?!” Leila asks horrified. 

“You are acting like you’ve never had sex Ouahabi” Alexia laughs. 

“No I have but (Y/N) is just a baby” Leila reasons, she had always seen you as her baby sister so the newly discovered details of your private life do not sit well with her. 

“I’m married now Leila, I’m going to have sex” you add, the sentiment making the rest of the group laugh. 

But Leila is not as amused, instead continuing her defensive tirade, “no you aren’t!” 

“Too late for that” Virginia pats Leila on the shoulder as she walks past the girl, the group falling into fits of giggles at both Virginia’s comment and Leila’s annoyed face.

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[sweet-babyrose]

La Rosa Roja (Sandra Paños x Reader)

gif made by: ultraiboothings (deactivated?) 

fic requested by: @gt713​

Summary: Sandra hasn’t introduced the team to her new gf yet but decides to set up a cooking class at her new restaurant

Paños: I'm setting up a cooking night. Private chef instructor. Celebrate beating Real again. Need to know who wants to go. Tuesday. 8pm.

 Leon: Me!!

 Alexia: both of us

 Jenni: what 👑 said

 Ana: sounds wonderful

 Jana: none of us can cook. This will be an epic disaster.

 Cata: but we'll all be there anyways. They won't charge us if we burn the place down, will they?

 Paños: I've been assured the chef will be nice to us

 Pere: madre mía. I hate working for my dinner. But I guess.

 Patri: of course I want in. What're we cooking???

 Osho: yesssss

 Pina: my mom's are coming. I'm coming, too.

 CGH: me!

 Super Mario: oooo yes

 Leila: I have to comfort my gf - apparently she's still upset we scored 6 times

 Jenni: just tell her to come with us

 Jenni: and then she can score on you ;)

 Irene: please you two. Yes, I'll come.

 Mel: me too

 Jenni: what? We've all seen the hickeys the kid leaves

 Alexia: stop

 Marta: I'm in

 Gemma: yesss, can't wait

 That Tuesday, Sandra texted the address for the restaurant to everyone, having kept it a secret until then. La Rosa Roja had been booked solid since the day it opened six months ago. This was the chef's third restaurant in Barcelona. And the other two were Michelin starred restaurants. She laughed reading the new flood of texts reacting to the restaurant they were going to.

 She got there early, wanting to meet with the chef ahead of everyone's arrival. She spotted her in the back of the restaurant, double checking everything for their cooking lesson. Sandra greeted the host, a young 20 year old girl who waved enthusiastically back to her.

 "Hola, Sandra," she said. "She's waiting for you in the back dining room." Sandra smiled at her and then walked towards the back.

 "I'm looking for Y/N Y/L/N," she told the chef. "I heard she's an incredible chef willing to put up with an entire team of football players tonight."

 You looked up, a huge smile splitting your face. "Well you've come to the right place." You put your notebook down and walked to Sandra. "Hi, mi amor."

 "Hi." She kissed you, curling her fingers into the front of your white coat. "How was your day?"

 "It just got significantly better." You pecked her lips again and then wiped your lipstick from her lip. "Don't want them to guess too early," you said with a giggle. "Who do you think is going to get it first?"

 "Capi sees everything. But she probably won't say anything. I'll bet Pere or Patri will be the first to say something."

 "We'll see soon." You smiled, stepping away from her. She reached out, smoothing out the wrinkles she'd put in your coat. Her teammates would be showing up in the next few minutes. "Want to go see the new toys I got in the kitchen before they get here?" Sandra nodded, lacing her fingers with yours, and followed you back into the kitchen.

 By the time the team started trickling in, Sandra was seated along the far end of the table, away from where you would be instructing the group. She was pretending to read through the ingredient list when they walked in even though you knew she had already read it. Twice. You looked down at your notebook, trying to hide the smirk. Just a minute ago, she had been blowing air kisses in your direction.

 Mapi, Leila, Patri, Jenni, and Alexia were the first to arrive. You'd seen pictures of them around Sandra's apartment and knew most of their names at this point. They all took the seats surrounding Sandra. You weren't at all surprised when Alexia was the first to approach you.

 "Hi, I'm Alexia."

 "Y/N. So nice to meet you." You shook her outstretched hand. "My girlfriend's a big fan."

 "But not you?" she asked, laughing.

 "I don't know much about football. She tries to teach me, though. She's mildly obsessed with it."

 "If she ever wants tickets to a game, I assume you have Sandra's number now? Just tell her I said it was okay."

 You gave her a polite smile. "I'll be sure to do that. Thank you." You bit the inside of your cheek to prevent the smile from turning into a smirk.

 "No, the thanks is all to you for agreeing to put up with all of us for tonight."

 You laughed again. "Rowdy bunch?"

 "We can be. I hope you had some strong coffee before this." She smiled before returning to her seat.

 "I saw her in a magazine a few months ago. She's cuter in person," Leila said, leaning closer to Alexia.

 "And she's gay. You owe me €20, Mapi. Leave her alone," Alexia warns, seeing Patri look over at Y/N. "She has a girlfriend." Patri slumped back in her seat, crossing her arms.

 "How'd you set this up?" Jenni asked Sandra, looking around. "This place is so cool."

 "I know someone. She helped me out."

 "Would that be the someone that's had you all smiley the last six months?" Patri asked.

 "Might be," she answered, the tips of her ears turning red.

 "Seriously, when do we get to meet this girl of yours?" Jenni asked. "You're like halfway to asking her to marry you at this point." Jenni was startled by the way Sandra immediately shushed her. "What? It's not like she's here to hear this conversation." She rubbed a hand on Sandra's shoulder.

 "You'll meet her soon. I'll bring her for dinner or something."

 You came up behind Sandra, dropping your hands on her shoulders. She jumped slightly under your touch before looking up and relaxing. "Is this everyone? Should we get started?" She looked around, counting.

 "Just missing Mel." Sandra pulled her phone out of her pocket to text her but saw a message waiting. She quickly read it, sending a reply. "Baby emergency. She's not going to make it. So this is everyone."

 "Great," you smiled down at her, before walking back around the table to your spot. If you let one hand drag across her shoulder when you left her, well, it probably wasn't noticed.

 "Hi, everyone. I'm Y/N Y/L/N. Welcome to La Rosa Roja. I'm the owner and chef and I'm so happy to have you all here tonight. I've heard this is a big celebration for winning an El Clasico game again?" The room erupted in applause and cheers. You laughed at their joy and enthusiasm. You weren't used to such a large group of athletes. Yet. "And I hear also with a clean sheet for your goalkeeper?" You looked at Sandra, cocking your head to the side, giving her a smile when her teammates all cheered for her. She ducked her head to hide the blush, making your smile grow wider. She was just so darn cute sometimes.

 "Well, congratulations to all of you. I've been told this is a very big deal."

 "You don't watch football?" Pere asked.

 "Unfortunately not very often," you said with a nervous giggle. You weren't usually nervous in front of large groups but something about this large group had you wanting to hide in a corner.

 "Um, so I've prepared a menu for you all. Five course tasting menu. I'll break you up into groups and each group will prepare a different part of the menu. At the end, everyone can try anything they feel safe trying."

 "Sounds like you've been warned some of us are terrible cooks," Patri said.

 "I may have been warned of that, yes." You felt yourself beginning to relax and smiled at Patri. "Don't worry. If the food is really terrible, I'll make you something else."

 "Can I burn our food on purpose?" Jenni whispered to Alexia, who smacked her leg in response.

 "Just please don't start any fires," you said. You laughed when she paled at having been heard. "Alright let's get started. Split off into groups of 3 or 4. The ingredient list for what you'll be making is on the table in front of you. All of the ingredients are on those two shelves in the back corner," you said, pointing to two large stainless steel units in the corner. "Let's get going." You clapped your hands.

 And then the chaos began. Girls were shouting across the table at each other that they were claiming certain people for their team. Patri snuck under the table to swap her ingredient list with the table next to her. Pere folded her list like an airplane and threw it at Jenni, hitting her in the shoulder.

 You sat back in amusement and watched it all unfold over the next several minutes. And then something else happened. As soon as they all chose their groups, they settled down and got to work. You could see scrunched eyebrows and whispered tactics about tackling the dishes. Alexia calmly walked over to the shelves and picked up all the ingredients she would need. Pere ran for the shelves, tripping over someone's foot. Bruna and Cata went together to get everything.

 You met Sandra's eyes and gave her a soft smile.

 Walking around the table, you helped each group properly make their food.  You showed Cata how to debone a fish. She wiggled the bones at Jana, making her scream. You told Irene the best way to make sure the vegetables cooked evenly despite being different shapes and sizes. You made suggestions to Aitana about substitutions she could use if she didn't like the ingredients you had picked out.

 Stepping up behind Sandra, you covered your laugh with a cough. Somehow, she had ended up on cutting duty. Clearly her teammates had never witnessed her lack of kitchen skills. Sandra was terrible with a knife. You often showed her the proper way to handle a knife but she could never seem to get it down. When you saw the knife slip and nearly catch her hand, you stepped up closer, grasping her hand tightly over the knife handle.

 "Hang on, you're going to injure yourself," you said gently. You leaned over her shoulder so you could see the cutting board in front of her. You moved the onion closer, showing her how to protect her thumb, by holding it behind the onion, and curling her other fingers to help guide the knife. Holding the knife with her, you slowly lowered it and lifted and lowered until she seemed to get the rhythm. "Okay, try it yourself." You moved next to her to watch properly. Her face was red and you imagined that if you touched her right now, her skin would be hot.

 "Um, thank you," she said, clearing her throat, not looking up at you.

 Smiling to yourself, you patted her hand. "You'll get it. Keep working at it. Or let Alexia take over." You smiled at Alexia who was watching with interest. "I wouldn’t want anything to happen to those fingers of yours. I'd think they’re important to a goalkeeper,” you added with a wink. You kept moving, ignoring Pere and Patri who were hitting each other's legs and looking over at Sandra.

 "I know we're Spanish but that was…intimate," Leila said, whispering the last word to Sandra. Sandra blushed and continued cutting the onion, refusing to respond.

 "She's just being a good instructor," Alexia said, smirking at Sandra.

 When the dishes were done, you instructed them all to put the plates on the table in the middle of the room. It was a large table with a stack of plates and utensils at one end. Patri was first in line, waiting for everyone to put their dishes down so she could get some of each one. She nudged Leila out of her way when Leila tried to get in front of her in the line.

 As Patri made her way down the table, her eyebrows rose on her head. "Hey Sandra, looks like you're really in luck tonight. Aren't all of these your favorite dishes?"

 Since Sandra had already known the menu for the night, she forced herself to look down the table at the different dishes and act surprised. "Wow, it's almost like I set this class up myself or something."

 You laughed, drawing some attention to you. You and Sandra had spent quite a bit of last weekend creating the menu for tonight. "Sorry, sorry. Ignore me."  You busied yourself cleaning up while they all filled their plates.

 "Going to join us?" Alexia asked, stepping up to you with a plate.

 "I was waiting to see the general reactions after the first bites before I got some for myself," you admitted. "I don't generally join the people in these classes for a meal but I thought I could make an exception tonight."

 "I thought you might," Alexia said. She left the plate with you, going back to her seat. You smiled to yourself. Sandra had been right about one thing - Alexia would figure it out first.

 Hoping not to be too obvious, you filled your plate and went to sit back in your seat at the front of the room. Or that had been your plan until Patri called you over to sit with them.

 "We want to hear all about how it feels to be so amazing in the kitchen," Patri said when you took the empty seat on the other side of Sandra.

 Relaxing, you started talking. Food was something you could talk about all day. You'd always loved being in the kitchen and creating. Your parents used to let you go crazy putting things together and they used to eat it, no matter how disgusting it was. Now, they were happy to see that their years of eating cereal baked on literally anything had paid off and you were getting to spend your time creating food for others.

 You found them all easy to talk to, though you hadn't doubted that they would be. Sandra had a lot of love for all of them and you couldn't imagine her feeling that way about people who were purposefully difficult. You had been worried that your nerves would make you tongue-tied but that hadn't happened. It probably helped that Sandra had pressed her leg up against yours under the table, giving you some connection. Your nerves were probably clear to her with your constant hand gestures. You only used your hands that much when talking if your nerves were on edge.

 Talking to them, you hadn't noticed how late it had gotten until your house manager came in to let you know they had closed the dining room.

 "Oh shoot." You looked down at your watch. "I'm sorry, could you excuse me?" You rushed into the kitchen, apologizing to your team about being so absent tonight and letting them know you could clean up for the event if anyone needed to get home on time. Generally the kitchen staff stayed about an hour past closing to clean but you knew with the class tonight, it would take more than an hour. A lot of the staff had young children and it wasn't their fault you had lost track of time. And the girls had created a lot of dishes.

 "Sorry about that," you said, walking back into the back dining room. "Just needed to talk to my team for a minute."

 "Everything okay?" Jenni asked.

 "Oh yeah, no problem. Just letting them know I'll stay and clean up. So many of them have families waiting at home for them and I hate making them stay late."

 "We made the mess, we can clean it up," Alexia said. "There's a lot of us. We’ll be done in no time."

 "Oh, that's okay. Please don't worry about it." You started stacking the plates to take back to the kitchen. "I really enjoyed having you all here tonight."

 Jenni whistled loudly, startling you. "Hey, goons, let's clean this mess before we head out." And just like earlier, the room erupted into organized chaos. Within thirty minutes, the dishes were drying in the kitchen, the table cloths were in the wash, the tables were moved back where they belonged, the floors were cleaned, and the kitchen was spotless.

 "If any of you ever decide you want a career change, I'll hire you," you laughed, looking around the room with your hands on your hips. They'd cleaned the place so fast and so well that your staff was going to get to go home even earlier than normal. "Thank you so much for doing this. It was too much."

 "Thank you for a great evening," Irene said. "We really appreciate everything." She shook your hand as she walked out. They each thanked you as they walked out.

 "I'm just going to stay back for a minute, make sure the bill's all settled. I'll meet you in the parking lot," you heard Sandra tell Leila. She lingered until everyone left before approaching you.

 "That went well," you said.

 "I think so." She reached out, resting a hand on your hip. "Coming home soon?"

 "Yeah, I just have to finish up some paperwork and then I'll be home."

 "Sounds good," she said, giving you a small kiss. "See you in a bit." She gave you another kiss before walking out. You stood there for a moment, just appreciating how much love Sandra had brought into your life. You were grateful for her every day.

 Turning to walk to your office, you saw the leather jacket slung over the stool in the back. Picking it up, you noticed the rip in the side from when you'd accidently caught the material in a fence. Hurrying after Sandra, you opened the door to the main dining room, expecting her to be alone.

 "Hey, baby, you forgot your jacket." Except, Sandra wasn't alone out there. Her entire team was still standing in the dining room. They all went completely silent when you walked in with her jacket. "Um, oops." You gave Sandra a sheepish smile and a small shrug.

 "Guess that explains the pink lipstick on her face now," Leila said smirking. Sandra's hand immediately came up to her face, trying to wipe it away.

 "Sorry, thought I got it all," you said, rubbing your thumb over the tip of Sandra's lip to wipe the last bit away.

 "Called it," Patri said, high fiving Pere.

 "Alright, alright don't be weird," Sandra warned, looking at Pere before she could say anything. She lifted your hand to her lips. "Y/N is my girlfriend."

 You found yourself squished up against Sandra, in the center of a huge group hug. You'd never been part of team sports growing up and this unique position caused you to laugh. You buried your face against Sandra's shoulder, feeling her press a kiss to the top of your head. "This is their way of saying they approve," she whispered to you.

 "We definitely approve!" Jenni said, as they all stepped back.

 "Don't think you'll need me to help with those tickets, after all," Alexia said.

 "No, I don't think so either," you said, smiling. You laced your fingers with Sandra.

 "But we're going to fully expect you to start coming to games now. We'll make a full-time public WAG out of you," Jenni said, laughing.

 "A what?"

 "Nothing. It's nothing. We'll talk about this later," Sandra interrupted before Jenni could answer. "Okay, everybody out! Let's go, let's go." She started shoving them towards the front door, leaving you looking after them. When she ushered the last person out, she hurried back to you to give you a lingering kiss. "I'm so happy. This went so well."

 "She says with surprise in her voice."

 "They're just a lot. So thank you for handling them like a champ."

 "If I'm going to be the WAG of a champ, I have to act like one," you said, laughing at the expression on her face. "I may not know a lot about football but I know what that one means. My brother is always drooling over Victoria Beckham and Georgina Rodríguez. He's used the term before." Sandra dropped her head to your shoulder, groaning.

 "I'm sorry about them."

 "Why? She clearly meant it in a good way." You scratched the back of her head. "I'm looking forward to being a part time public WAG," you whispered. “I already have a full time job.”

 "And I'm looking forward to being a part time public um, what do they call the wives and girlfriends of top chefs?"

 "Nobody cares," you laugh, amused she would even consider that a word existed. "But I'll know."

 "Perfect. That's all that matters." She kissed you again, squeezing your hand. "Your paperwork going to take long? I can just hang out so you're not alone."

 "Maybe half hour?"

 "Okay, go. I'll be out here."

 "If you're going to be here, you might as well sit with me," you said, tugging her behind you into your office. You tossed her jacket in the corner, pulled her down into your lap, and turned on the computer. "Motivation to work harder and get home sooner," you said when she looked down at you.

 "Or is this just your way of asking me to distract you? Because this seems like a very good spot to be in for that job." She wrapped an arm around your shoulder, leaning down to bite your ear.

 "Keep your mouth to yourself for thirty minutes, Paños."

 "Okay, okay," she said, watching you start typing data into the spreadsheet you'd pulled up. Sandra grinned to herself. You hadn't said anything about keeping her hands to herself.

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[mapiforpresident]

Most Likely To

Alexia x reader

warnings: none

~~~

It was currently almost Valentine's day, so Barcelona was having all the team couples do some short interviews to post on the actual day.

Alexia was not a fan of this, but she saw that you were excited, she reluctantly agreed. She wanted to maintain her professional captain persona, but she also knew that it was important for people to see that she was also a normal person at the end of the day and that it was ok for her to be dating a woman.

~~~

"Hey, how was your interview," you asked Mapi and Ingrid as they walked out of the media room. They had their interview right before yours.

"It was really good we had to see who knew each other better and Ingrid won. I forgot her first pets name." Mapi told you. "I think you guys are doing the who is mostly likely to challange. I am excited to see if we learn anything new about big tough Ale over here that we didn't know." You laughed at this agreeing that you would make sure the fans learn how much of a softie Ale is for you.

~~~

You and Alexia then walked into the room as the media people explained how it would work and set up your mics. The interviewer then got started facing the camera, "Ok today we have special guests Alexia and Y/n. Today they will be playing the who is most likely to challange. They each have a paddle with their face on one side and the others face on the back. I will ask some questions and they have to show the face of who they think it fits better. At the end we also have a couple questions sent in by fans. Let's get started with the first question.."

"Ok we will start off very easy. The first question is who is most likely to forget their boots at home?"

You both immediately held up the side of the paddle with your face.

"I may have forgotten them before the champions league final. Luckily someone had an extra pair in my size. Ale always asks me three times if I have my boots now before we leave the house." You responded laughing towards the camera.

"She is very forgetful, she even forgot her passport before a game onetime and had to fly in the next day. I definitely made her run extra laps for that." You definitely gave Alexia a few heart attacks from all the times you forget things.

"Who is most likely to cry during a sad movie?" the interviewer queried with a grin.

You both exchanged a glance. You raised Alexia face as she reluctantly did the same. It was no secret to you or the team that Alexia had a soft spot for emotional films, often shedding a tear or two during particularly touching scenes.

As the interview progressed, the questions delved deeper into your relationship, sparking laughter and fond memories between you and Alexia.

The interviewer grinned as she posed the next question, her eyes flickering mischievously between you and Alexia. "Alright, who is most likely to hog the blankets in bed?"

You both hesitated for a moment, exchanging playful glances before simultaneously flipping the paddles to reveal the others face.

You chuckled, nudging Alexia playfully. "Come on, admit it. You're the blanket thief."

Alexia raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Oh, please. You practically cocoon yourself in the blankets every night."

As the interview drew to a close, the final question sent in by fans brought a sense of warmth to the room. "Who is most likely to surprise the other with a romantic gesture?"

Without hesitation, you both raised your paddles, a shared smile of affection passing between you. Despite the playful teasing and occasional disagreements, there was no doubt that your love for each other ran deep, evident in the small gestures of kindness and thoughtfulness that defined your relationship.

As the cameras stopped rolling, Alexia pulled you into a tender embrace, her voice soft with sincerity. "You know, despite my initial reservations, I'm glad we did this. It's nice to show the world a different side of us, to be able to share our love openly."

You returned her embrace, kissing her cheek lightly, feeling a surge of gratitude for the woman standing before you. "I couldn't agree more, bebé."

The fans absolutely loved the video and seeing this more personal side of Alexia and seeing more into your relationship.

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[wileys-russo]

off limits (5) II a.putellas x león!reader

part one part two part three part four

off limits (5) II a.putellas x león!reader

"-so ale just, left?" alba clarified and you nodded. "i mean i thought i knew my sister but it is not like her to run away from a problem." alba winced and you hummed, twirling around the straw in your empty glass.

"i'm sorry amiga. i really did not know that is what happened, i assumed you both had a fight or she just said something stupid. alexia can be so stubborn sometimes but she is not one to just give up." alba sighed, moving her arm around your shoulders.

"thats what i thought too, but she has made it clear now that it meant more to me than it did to her." you shrugged, sighing deeply. "look amiga i don't mean to dismiss your feelings at all and please if i am overstepping, tell me." alba started as you looked at her curiously but nodded for her to continue.

"the way she looked at you as you were leaving, the way i watched her breakdown in that bathroom was unlike i have seen her before. my sister is someone to wear her heart on her sleeve around those she trusts, she is incredibly passionate and loving but she is not one to show weakness to many." alba started, your head falling to her shoulder as you hummed for her to continue.

"ale has never brought a partner home, never been public about a relationship, never spoke very much about anyone she's seen, she is a very private person chica even with me. but i promise you that she cares about you, i know her well enough to see that. but i think she is afraid of how much, so when something threatened that she thought it would be easier to pretend not to care, to protect herself and to protect you." alba continued as you frowned a little at her words.

"how is leaving me when i needed her, protecting me?" you argued, pulling your head back up and turning your body. "you and mapi have always been very very close, like alexia and i si?" you nodded in agreeance.

"we were, but i cannot look at her the same way since everything happened. i blame both of them for how things turned out, in different ways." you admitted, alba nodding that she understood.

"well if alexia did not like a partner i had, i would listen to her about why. because i know she cares about me and she wants me to be happy, so if i was happy and she still did not like my partner, i would want to know why." alba started, holding up a hand as you opened your mouth to interrupt.

"which i know is not the same situation and not to defend alexia because i could slap her for how she has handled this mi amiga. but maybe she did not want to be the cause of any issues with you and mapi, because she knows how special that bond is with your hermana'." alba suggested as you sighed deeply, taking a moment to collect your thoughts.

"then why would she not tell me that so we could have talked about it and worked through it? she just left alba, she left me like i was nothing and nobody to her. and that hurt! she does not understand how much that hurt." you whispered, facade breaking for a moment as you angrily wiped away a loose tear.

"okay hey hey carino we don't have to talk about it anymore. i'm sorry if i overstepped." alba pulled you into a tight hug as you sighed deeply into her shoulder.

"but you know...i would have loved to have you as my sister if you and ale got married." "alba!" "sorry! just trying to lighten the mood amiga."

"are you coming to malta next week then?" alba pulled away, finishing the last mouthful of her drink and nodding for the two of you to leave.

with international break coming and spain not having any fixtures it meant you all had a few days off, so a few of the barcelona girls and their partners had organised to go to malta as a getaway from everything.

"no." you shook your head firmly, having been invited but you knew through the team that alexia was also going. "wrong. you are coming! and you can hang out with me." alba grinned, pinching your cheek as the two of you walked toward her car.

"why are you going? do you have a secret girlfriend on the team you are not telling me about?" you teased her, not missing the way her face changed for just a fleeting moment. "you do! tell me." you demanded, smacking her shoulder.

"i don't, i promise ale invited me and that's it. but there is something you should probably know." alba started, unlocking her car as the two of you slid inside and you gestured eagerly for her to continue. "so when mapi first joined barca and she and alexia started getting very close-" alba started, car engine roaring to life.

"-me and your sister..." alba trailed off giving you a look as your jaw dropped. "you slept with maria?!" you gasped, albas eyes widening.

"mierda no! we went on a few dates, kissed a few times then decided we were better off as friends and that was that, nothing else ever happened." alba dismissed quickly, pulling out of the parking lot as you shook your head in disbelief.

"does alexia know?" "who do you think encouraged it?"

"oh i wish you had not told me that albs. that is so weird!" you groaned, struggling to wrap your head around it. "why is it weird! its not like anything happened, and her and ingrid are the most well suited couple to each other i have ever seen, soul mates." alba shook her head, speeding down the freeway.

"because she's my sister and you're-well you!" you huffed, cringing at the thought. "hey! there is a line of hot women waiting to get a chance with alba putellas thank you." the older girl hit you with her free hand.

"you know chica in another universe you and i..." she trailed off at a red light sending you a wink as you grimaced in mock disgust.

"hey i know you have a thing for putellas women, why not the younger better looking model amiga?" she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively with a toothy grin as you shoved her, both of you knowing it was all light hearted.

if anything you viewed alba as a sister of sorts in the same way you did ingrid, she was always around long before you and alexia got together and given you were barely a year apart in age you'd always been close.

"well i didn't think you had something for the león women alba but here we are." "i am swearing you to secrecy with that nobody else knows about it, you take it to the grave or i put you in an early one!"

~

alexia glanced up with a frown at the insistent buzzing from the security box by her door. quickly standing to make her way over there she rolled her eyes seeing her sister waiting downstairs on the small camera screen, buzzing her apartment number again and again.

she shouldn't have been surprised given that she knew alba had spent the afternoon with you, but still she was slightly taken aback by the way the younger girl forcefully shouldered past her the moment alexia opened the front door to let her in.

"so she told you."

"of course she told me alexia! you-" alba struggled to get her words out as her older sister sat back down on the sofa, nala curling up into her side. "explain, now." was all the girl could get out, pointing at her firmly.

"explain what?" "why you left her alexia." "alba-" "don't alba me. first you hide the relationship from me, then you are dishonest about why you broke up and then accuse me of trying to flirt with her at lunch! explain alexia."

the older putellas sighed, gently moving nala off of her as the small ball of fur curled up in her own bed on the floor, alexia running her hands down her face as she leant forward on her knees and alba took a seat.

"i don't know why. in the moment-in the moment i just heard the way mapi was speaking, the anger and the betrayal in her voice. selfishly my first thought was the team, if mapi was angry at both of us it would affect our overall chemistry on the pitch." alexia started, alba scoffing quietly at her words but remaining otherwise silent.

"so then i panicked and i just....i shut down. i didn't know how to process what i was feeling so i didn't know how to comfort her through what she was feeling. i knew i should have just held her, or hugged her but i was terrified that if i did then mapi would never speak to either of us again, and i couldn't be the cause of that." alexia continued, closing her eyes as guilt again flooded her body in waves.

"then that next morning all i wanted to do was go and see her, to apologise and check on her and try to talk. but i couldn't get the image out of my head of mapi screaming in her face, i have seen them fight before but never ever like that. or the way her voice broke as she begged me not to leave alba. she begged me and i did not even turn around!" alexia whispered, pinching the bridge of her nose and hanging her head in her hands.

"mapi did not deserve a best friend who lied to her, so i iced her out. and she did not deserve a girlfriend who does not stand up for her, does not protect her, who walked away like a coward and did not own up to her mistakes." alexia finished, glancing to look at her younger sister whose features were curled into a frown, though alexia was unable to decipher what she was thinking.

"so you just...left it. did not apologise, did not try to explain yourself. do you know how much she is hurting ale? how confused she is? she thinks you do not care for her, and that you never did." alba spoke quietly and firmly, though not unkindly seeing how much the older girl was clearly struggling.

"of course i care about her!" "well how is she to know that hermana? have you told her?" "no." "exactly. then imagine how much more confused she is when suddenly you try to play hero at the club the other night as if you cared for her after icing her out, after leaving her without an explanation, ignoring what happened and not making any attempts to fix it. you do not get to treat her like that alexia and then be confused as to why she did not allow you to take her home and be her saviour, that is cruel."

"i know." alexia muttered, having spent the time since doing nothing but reflecting on all the things she wished she'd done differently, and plaguing herself deeper and deeper into a self inflicted pity party that the cage she was in was one of her own creation.

"good. because she is coming to malta and you are going to fix things before we go!" alba announced, alexias head shooting up and her eyebrows furrowing. "since when?" alexia questioned, having checked in multiple times with her team mates and friends about the guest list for this little getaway.

"since i told her i would be kicking her door in and kidnapping her if she was not ready when i pick her up to go to the airport." "mierda alba! you had no right to get involved!" "you have no right to be upset if she chooses to go away with her team and her friends, and you are going too. so you have six days to start fixing things with her if you do not want to lose her for good hermana."

~

your plan to avoid alexia was going well, as cruel as it sounded her knee had been giving her some trouble which meant she wasn't training with the group, rather focusing on media duties, physio visits and individual sessions.

there was only one more game until international break and alexia already knew she was not going to be on the roster. she had done her best to make peace with it, as much as it terrified her anytime something felt a little off.

so you continued to avoid any and all interaction with the captain, and in turn you'd also been avoiding your sister, still struggling with how to forgive her after the domino effect of her actions.

but with ingrid in her ear about giving you the space you clearly needed she was doing her best to try and respect that, but it killed her to shoot you a smile across the locker room and see you have to force one back before you'd hurry away.

back when things were normal you'd eat at her house at least twice a week, come over when you were bored, spend weekends curled up on her sofa with bagheera. it used to annoy her sometimes the way you would just show up, sometimes even letting yourself in and eating the food from her fridge like you lived there.

she'd scold you and scowl at you asking if you had suddenly moved in, and you'd simply grin at her like annoying younger siblings do, wandering off to watch a movie on her tv which was bigger than yours, flicking through her extensive novel collection or stealing clothes from her closet when she wasn't looking.

they were right when they say you don't know what you miss until its gone, and mapi would sometimes find herself staring at her front door wishing you would barge in uninvited again.

when you would come to her for advice or just to rant angrily about something that had riled you up that day, even something as simple as your neighbors taking your parking spot meaning you had to park a three minute walk away from your building.

despite your sisterly arguments the two of you had always been close, always told one another everything, especially as you grew up and matured and followed in her footsteps.

some would have been frustrated at their younger sister seemingly copying their every move, but mapi could not bring herself to feel anything but pride when she watched you play and progress through the years, adoring the thought that she had played a heavy hand in your love of football.

but the one thing you'd kept from her, was the one thing that had ruined everything, and mapi truly had no one to blame but herself. she wanted her baby sister back, but as ingrid had explained she needed to let you come to her now, and that the tighter she held on the more you would just pull away.

things shifted one afternoon when you were returning from a meeting with jonatan after your last training session for the week, assuming most of the team and staff had left for the day given it was nearing the early evening.

you were exhausted both physically and mentally, everything had begun to take a toll on you and you were noticing it finally start to affect your football, something you'd tried hard as you could to avoid happening since all of this started in the first place.

but it appeared you weren't the only one who was feeling the effects of everything. your eyes flickered to the right as you passed one of the physios offices, noticing a body sat on the benches which of course you recognized right away.

you paused for just a fleeting moment, and all it took was that milisecond for her eyes to meet yours, red and puffy a clear indicator she'd been crying. uncomfortable with the sudden invasive vulnerability you'd hurried away, though felt something pulling you back as you stopped after a few steps.

your body fell into turmoil and you froze on the spot, head sent into a dizzying back and forth argument about how you should continue. eventually the little voice in the back of your head won out, and ignoring the thoughts creeping in about how bad of an idea this was.

"hola capi." you greeted her quietly, knocking on the door gently as again she looked up, even more startled than before that you'd returned and directly addressed her. "hola." she forced a small smile back as you lingered in the doorway.

"estás bien?" you checked in with a slight raise of your eyebrow, nodding to the ice pack strapped to her knee. "fine, gracias." she spoke through tight lips with a curt nod of your head, taken aback by how this was the most the two of you had spoke in days.

"no you're not alexia." you remanded softly, moving into the room and pulling yourself up to sit on the bench opposite her. a thick silence brewed between the pair of you, the tension almost suffocating as you sat together unmoving.

"i have to go get some scans on my knee tomorrow, maybe an mri. they are worried something has potentially torn, we are hoping for the best and it is just a minor setback and needs some rest, but preparing for the worst just in case." alexia confessed, eyes dropping back down to the floor as you winced at her words.

"you do not need to say anything please, i just needed to tell someone." alexia was quick to clarify before you could speak, unsure what you would have even said as you nodded wordlessly respecting her wishes, the thick silence again growing between the two of you as you contemplated how to leave after her confession.

"for two minutes, can you please pretend you do not hate me?" alexia finally broke, glancing up at you through hooded eyes, hazel orbs shining even more prominently through the thin sheen of tears she'd swallowed back.

"i don't hate you alexia." you forced out after a moment. "i would not blame you. i have been selfish, a coward, treated you worse than you would ever deserve. i would not blame you for hating me, i would hate me." alexia spoke up, glancing toward you as your brows furrowed and you stared at your hands in your lap, thinking of your next words carefully.

"alexia of course i do not hate you. I miss nothing more than just laying with you in silence with just you being there, being with me.” you confessed, voice barely above a whisper as alexia's knuckles turned white from how hard she gripped the edge of the bench she was sat on.

"you miss me?" was all the catalan could manage out, and you felt her eyes bore into you from across the room. "what? of course i miss you alexia. i never even got a chance to speak to you about any of it we just...broke up and i never even got a say in that, it just happened." you managed to get out, emotions starting to bubble over as the control you had over them started to slip away.

"and now all of a sudden I have thousands of pictures of you in my phone that I cannot bring myself to delete, months worth of memories shared with you that i cannot shake from my head. my finger hovers over your contact sometimes just wanting to hear your voice and i think constantly about what you're doing. wondering if you miss me, if you regret what happened and how different things might be if you didn't leave." the control slipped away completely as you started to get off your chest the insecurities that had eaten away at you for weeks now.

"if you called i would have picked up." alexia forced out, eyes locking with yours and her stomach churning at the obvious pain leaking from them as you spoke.

"would you? because the worst part about all of this is that i can't stop overthinking about why you left me and why you never even explained yourself or even tried to apologised. so of course I’m not going to call you and tell you I still love you and I miss-"

"you still love me?" alexia's eyes widened as yours squeezed shut, heart clenching. "i do. but i know now that you don't because if you loved me you wouldn’t have left me like that. you wouldn’t have waited weeks to finally grow a spine and apologise which you still haven't done! you wouldn’t have made up with my sister before making any sort of effort with me knowing that it’s partly her fault we even broke up in the first place!" your temper flared now, jumping down from the bench with your fists balled by your side.

"mi amor please i can't even begin to-" she regretted the word the moment it left her mouth, watching your face fall and your heart shatter all over again causing her stomach to heave.

"don't call me that. please!" your voice cracked and you paused, collecting yourself as alexia fell silent again, face burning red at her mistake.

"the only thing i hate alexia is that I can’t hate you. I can’t get you out of my mind and I can’t escape you even when i'm alone in a room miles away from you. you’re always there with me in the back of my head, or there’s a photo of you on my fridge or on the wall, or there’s a magnet or a keyring or some sort of trinket you bought me that I cannot find the motivation to get rid of but every time I look at them and think of you it just breaks me all over again!" your fist thumped down on the padded material of the medical bench in frustration.

"i am so so sorry, i've wanted to say it but i do not know how to say how sorry i am, for how much i've hurt you and how unfair it was for me to leave you." alexia forced out, arms shaking lightly from the strength in which she squeezed the bench in her hands, a miracle it hadn't broken at her desperate grip.

at her hurried apology a suffocating silence brewed once more, wrapping its hands around your throat as the anger suddenly melted from your body and you could have crumpled to the floor. instead you pulled yourself to once again sit on the medical bench across from your ex lover.

"i never thought that you were capable of hurting me like this alexia. not the girl who held me for days as i sobbed when i withdrew from the national team and would no longer play for my country because of him. who wrote me dozens of love letters and organised for flowers to arrive at my door every week she was away on international duty." you paused for a second to swallow the lump which was building up in your throat as you forced back the hot tears which threatened to fall at any second.

it was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop.

"the girl who I thought was just as much in love with me as I am with her." you broke at that sentence, unable to hold back the dry sob which ripped from your throat, your eyes falling to the floor unable to hold hers anymore.

"the same girl who left me when I needed her. who wouldn’t even hug me or look me in the eyes as I sobbed and begged like an idiota for her to change her mind." your chest heaved with silent cries as you struggled to catch your breath.

"no, alexia don't!" you tried to push her away, not having heard her even get up off the chair as she slotted between your legs and gently cradled your face in her hands.

"please if i could go back and undo it i would but i cannot and i don't know how to apologize enough for that, i cannot ever say i am sorry and sorry will never ever be enough. but i am still that same girl hermosa." you flinched at the term of enderament but alexia had already gone too far to stop.

"i know to have the seat heater on when i pick you up for an early training, i know to always have a spare jacket in my car because you always forget one, i know to order extra food when you say you are not hungry because i know you are. i am still that same girl and i am still so in love with you. but flowers and words will never be enough to fix this, how can i fix this mi amor? please!" the older girl begged, pressing her forehead to yours as you gave up trying to push her away, body wracking with sobs as hot tears carved their way down her own rosy cheeks.

"i am so tired alexia. i am so tired of hurting and wondering and overthinking. i am so tired of walking on eggshells and being angry and upset, it is so draining and i am exhausted." you whispered out, throat raw and aching as your chest heaved and you tried desperately to steady your breathing.

"but i don't know how to fix this ale. i don't know how to go back and pretend like it never happened because it did. i cannot risk hurting myself all over again if i let you back in, i am so sorry ale but i do not trust you anymore, not with my heart or with me." your own hands gently clasped her cheeks, using your thumbs to wipe away the tears which pooled in the corner of her eyes.

once you had you moved to grab her wrists, gently wrenching her hands from your face as they hung limply by her sides, her body sagging in defeat at your words and you ignored the way your mind was screaming at you to take them back and to reach out to comfort her.

"i am exhausted of avoiding you and being angry at you, it is killing me and clearly you have other things you need to be focusing yourself on." you forced out, nodding to her knee as she rested her body against the bench.

"we will never be as we were alexia, and i think we both need some time to make peace with that." you started, knowing that your next words were going to deliver a fatal and final blow.

"my contract is up this year with barca ale, and i will not be renewing it."

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part six

um....i'm sorry? this is not the end though besties do not fret, things aren’t always as they seem, or maybe they are who knows (I do since I’ve half written the next chapter already) xx

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[skipper1331]

Secret (3) // Alexia Putellas

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 |

You woke up with a pounding in your head, the alcohol showing its aftereffects.

This wasn’t your bedroom… but why was it so familiar? When you slowly sat up, you tried to orientate yourself, only the few rays of sunlight illuminating the room. Angry grumbles filled the room as you did so - that‘s when it hit you.

Alexia,

the woman who grumbled furiously in her sleep when you left her touch. The person who hated it when she couldn’t have at least one arm around you while sleeping - "I need to protect you."

And indeed you were right, Ale was peacefully sleeping next to you, hidden under the duvet, soft snores escaping her mouth.

You looked down your body, you were naked and littered in hickeys - Alexia had done a great job in marking you, her possessiveness apparently taking over.

How did this happen…?

Pulling the duvet back up to cover your exposed body, your eyes fell once again on the sleeping beauty.

You knew you should leave before she woke up, but you couldn't. You were under her spell - you had to stay, at least for a few more minutes. She looked so peaceful, so relaxed.

Your broken heart was healing by just looking at her - you knew it was wrong but what your mind said and heart felt were different pair of shoes.

After a good 10 minutes you were finally able to tear yourself away as you gathered your clothes from the floor and headed out of the bedroom, putting on your clothes.

You couldn’t leave yet though, knowing that her head would hurt as much as yours did at the moment. so you walked into the kitchen, pouring a glass of water, made a sandwich and got some painkillers against the headache - not for yourself but for Alexia.

With breakfast and pills in your hand, you walked back into her bedroom as quietly as possible. You put it down on her nightstand, intending to leave the room when the midfielder turned around, her hand reaching for you.

You froze.

"5 more minutes amor" she mumbled with her eyes closed, "por favor"

Not knowing what to do, you bend down, caressing her cheek and sweetly kissing her forehead "okay" like you always had done it.

"Te amo"

-

The first thing you did when you arrived at home was laying down on the couch, turning on the tv.

You had the day off, you were hungover - no need to do anything else but relax.

Around afternoon, your door bell rang.

You groaned, annoyed that you had to get up and pause your show in the middle of a thrilling scene.

As you opened the door, you were met with flowers - you couldn’t even the see the person who was holding them, that much flowers in their hands.

"Come in" you took some of the flowers - they looked amazing and smelled like spring - the person grateful for your help. The person followed you to the kitchen, still a bunch of flowers blocking their view.

Arrived in the kitchen, they put them down on the counter, revealing who she was but you knew that already.

Alexia,

was the only person who knew all of your favourite flowers and the only person who ever bought you some.

"hola" she greeted, nervously playing with her fingers.

She hadn’t been here in quite some time.

"Thank you for the breakfast this morning" she said.

Shortly after you had left, the midfielder had woken up, the smell of sandwiches filling the room and the feeling of something - someone - missing, waking her up.

She knew it was you straightaway, not only because of obvious reasons and parts of her memory but also the sandwich gave it away. You were never big fan of taking pills without food in your stomach and you had scowled at Alexia each time when she did so.

You nodded, continuing to put the flowers in vases - just as your body was littered in hickeys, your kitchen island was littered in varieties of flowers, many questions in your head

Why was she her? With flowers? So many of them too? How many were there anyway? Surely not just for a thank you.

"513" she said, almost as if she could read your mind. Somehow she could. She always knew what you thought or what you needed yet she was just too stupid to fulfill the one thing that you actually needed for this relationship to work.

"One for each day where I didn't tell anyone about us plus 20 for the 20€ I offered Alba" she explained, looking directly at you, "I’m sorry- very sorry for- well, for everything. I’m sorry for not taking you out on dates. I’m so sorry for letting you feel like my dirty little secret and for neglecting you outside of our apartments. You did not and do not deserve that because you‘re" subconsciously the corners of her lips turned upwards, her eyes turning into heart eyes, "you are truly amazing and wonderful and pretty and perfect, and the nicest, most caring and loving person I know and so much more" she carried on, "I did not deserve your kindness. I was scared because the feelings you let me feel are so overwhelming and I thought if we- told other people and then broke up, that I wouldn’t recover from that. The thought of the media and fans harassing us scared me too, more than I like to admit. It‘s no excuse, I just wanted to let you know. But the truth is it made no difference whether the people knew about us or not because I am not recovering from my heart break. And that‘s my own fault. You deserve better than me, I know that, but it kills me to imagine you with someone else. I want to do better. I need to do better and fight for us? because you- you are the love of my life. All of your romance books combined wouldn’t be enough to describe the things i feel for you."

You had stopped your movements awhile ago, shocked about everything she was telling you, "even just seeing you with my sister angered the Hulk out of me and we share the same blood" you let out a shaky laugh, the Hulk movie sadly one of the worst Marvel movies you had watched together.

Both of you were silent for a moment, "i‘m-"

"I-"

small giggles escaped the two of you as you started at the same time, "please continue" Ale said, smiling slightly.

"I don‘t know what to say, if I’m being honest" you admitted, overwhelmed by the situation.

"You don‘t have to. I just wanted to let you know that I’m sorry and how sorry I truly am. I was never ashamed of you, just scared. You can do whatever you want with that now"

you let her words sink in, hands gripping the kitchen counter while you‘re mind was trying to process everything.

"I‘m hoping that one day, you‘ll be able to forgive me" she inhaled sharply, "and eventually for another chance." it was mumbled, almost inaudible.

She looked so small and vulnerable while she avoided eye contact. Her elegant and strict presence wasn‘t existing anymore, she was just a girl with a broken heart.

"Ale-"

"You don’t- i know- i- I’ll be waiting for you" she muttered, getting up. She walked around the kitchen island, pressing a gentle yet longing and lingering kiss to your temple, tearfully pulling back. She just couldn't stop herself from giving you that little kiss.

Was it the last one forever?

"Lo siento muchísimo"

You let her walk out of the kitchen as she turned around one last time, standing at door the door frame, "i will fight for you unless you say something else"

You were too stunned and shocked to say anything. Everything that happened in the last few minutes played out over and over again in your mind while your eyes followed the midfielder walking out of view.

So many thoughts argued in your head - not one thought clear, nor one gaining the upper hand. Everything was blurry, so confusing. Why couldn't it be easy? Love was so easy for everyone else... why not for you?

You had a good heart - you had to do it.

As usual, your mind was completely against it, but your heart and brain never shared the same opinion. You wanted it - you wanted her. Your heart was practically screaming after her which was why you followed her.

You wouldn’t let her walk through that door, like she had let you.

"Alexia"

She stopped in her tracks, not turning around, expecting you to tell her that there was no point in fighting for you.

Just get over it, please

"Look at me" your voice sounded firm yet caring. She couldn’t predict what your next move was - she was completely clueless, but expected more hurt than just her broken heart which already was one of the worst pains, she had ever suffered from.

Nonetheless she obeyed.

As you looked at her, you realized that your heart wasn‘t able to fight against your brain.

If you forgave her now, it would just show how easy it was to manipulate you.

An apology, no matter how sincere it was and no matter how sweet it was that she had bought you flowers (which had probably cost a lot), wouldn’t heal your wounds. Your pride and pain was still too present. It wouldn't be that easy for her. She had some serious groveling to do.

This time her name wasn’t enough for her to get everything she wanted or had set her mind to.

"Don‘t forgot to drink enough water" you said, internally slapping yourself for that comment.

Your heart wanted to say 'Promise me to try hard enough', so she would know that there was still hope. Because there was. She was your love and your greatest love story. Every part in your body loved her and she loved you, but sometimes love wasn‘t (strong) enough. And even though she didn‘t deserve you at the moment, she deserved the chance to fight for you. She just had to figure that by herself.

You let her walk through that door, like she had let you, hoping that she would try hard enough.

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[greynatomy]

soft launch

ona batlle x reader

had this in the drafts for so long that i forgot abt it. then remembered i only wrote it cause i want ona to myself

prequel here

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“Ona Batlle and Lucy Bronze share an embrace after Spain’s World Cup Win”

“Lucy Bronze and Keira Walsh broke up”

“Wonze is no more”

“Luna - Lucy Bronze and Ona Batlle ship name”

“i just saw lucy and ona walking around barcelona by themselves”

“keira posted a picture with narla. they’re still together”

“Wait, wait. Look at this one. Ona Batlle seen going home with Lucy Bronze after practice. Guess it’s illegal to be in Lucy’s car.”

“Mi mundo, why are you still reading those?” Ona asks, setting a cup of tea in front of where you sat on the kitchen table.

“It’s just so funny. Me and Keira were in the backseat too.”

“I called gunshots.” She shrugged.

“Shotgun, my love.”

“It is the same.”

“Sure.” You stand up from your seat, Ona sliding in to sit, you finding your place on her lap. A familiar action.

“We should tell people now, I think. Slowly?”

“Yes! A soft launch!”

“I don’t know what that is.”

“Like, we don’t hide our relationship but we don’t make a big deal out of it.”

“I like that.”

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Ona and Lucy are at a meet and greet with some Barcelona fans. One fan, Andrea, stepped up to the microphone.

“Hi.”

“Hello. What’s your name?”

“Andrea.”

“Hi, Andrea. What’s your question?”

“Well, I don’t know if you’ve both are aware, but there’s been a lot of rumors and speculations on the internet.”

“Oh? About what?” Lucy asks with a smirk.

“Luna or Wonze.”

The crowd cheers, also wanting to know all the information.

“Okay, okay.” Ona speaks up this time, not able to stop the smile on her face. “Me and Lucy, we are very close. Only because we don’t really have a choice.”

“Yeah, if we did, I’d stay far away from Ona. Nah, I’m kidding. I met her back in England on Holiday. Wanted to surprise my sister, but saw someone else.” She points a thumb towards Ona.

“You’re dating her sister.” Someone stated, shocked, making the audience laugh.

“Oh, yeah. They are not shy with letting people know.”

“What about all the car rides and stuff.”

“Y/N is usually in the back with Keira. They love to gossip, most of the time making fun on all the edits.”

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lucybronze those hands are a bit too low for my liking

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[katelynnwrites]

You’re On Your Own Kid (You Always Have Been) | Ona Batlle

warnings: a teeny bit of angst

word count: 388

summary: ona is feeling rather scared about her decision to move from levante to manchester united

a/n: part 1/4 of And I Saw Something (They Can’t Take Away), inspired by this interview where ona said she cried a lot in the days before she moved to manchester

‘What if I’m making the wrong decision?’

Ona’s eyes fill with tears as she looks up at you, from where she’s sitting on a cardboard box.

Your roommate, well soon to be ex-roommate sucks in a shaky breath, putting her head into her hands.

You frown, ‘Ona hey. You’re going to be great. Manchester isn’t going to know what hit them.’

Sitting in front of her, on another cardboard box, you take her hands into yours.

In a voice full of gentle encouragement, you tell her, ‘Believe me Ona, you are brilliant and you’re so brave for taking this step.’

Leaning close to her, you press a kiss onto her forehead.

With your hands on her cheeks, you can feel the deep, shuddering breath she takes in.

‘You think I’m going to do well there?

‘One hundred percent and then some Onita.’

You give her another kiss, this time on her cheek.

‘Promise?’

The brunette sounds so full of uncertainty that you can’t resist pulling her into your arms.

‘I promise Ona. You’re going to be amazing.’

You hold her tightly and repeat the sentence again and again, until Ona’s sniffles quieten and the wet patch on your shoulder dries a little.

‘Sorry for ruining your shirt hermosa. Do you want to change and let me run you one last load of laundry?’, She mumbles, adjusting her sitting position so that she’s sitting beside you instead of practically in your lap.

‘No it’s alright Oni. I need to learn how to do that on my own, without you.’

As much as it hurts you to say it, it’s true.

Ona had been your roommate for as long as you had been playing and living in Valencia, without your parents.

The slightly older girl had already been living on her own for a while and was more than happy to have a roommate.

‘Just like I need to learn how to do the dishes on my own.’, Ona sighs softly, leaning her head against your shoulder.

The two of you stay there for a long time after, sitting in a home filled with the cardboard boxes Ona would be taking with her to Manchester.

A day later and your apartment wouldn’t be home anymore because you’d see Ona off at the airport, with promises to call every other day.

Spanish Translation:

hermosa - beautiful

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[putellas14]

It Was Only a Matter of Time, ficlet 2

"Babe!" you yelled, knocking on the bathroom door. "Are you almost ready?" Alexia and Leila had been in the bathroom for over an hour. All the girls were impatiently waiting in the living room to leave. Lola Indigo was having a private party and had invited them all to come.

"Just a sec!" Leila called out. She opened the door just enough to come out and shut it behind her. "Remember to breathe," she whispered.

"Excuse -" The bathroom door opened and Alexia stepped out. "Holy shit," you whispered.

"Breathe," Leila reminded you. She patted your shoulder and walked down the hall, yelling, "Chicas, vamonos! They're going to be a while."

"I -" you tried. "Uh. Shit." Alexia was wearing two tiny strips of black velvet connected with crisscrossing strings over her abs. Her hair was pushed back over her shoulders, her eyes deeply lined with thick lashes, her lips a deep peach. "Oh my god."

"Damn, baby you look good," Alexia said, running a hand down your side. You had chosen simple black slacks and an emerald blazer over a lace crop top that barely covered enough to be legal. She leaned up to kiss the corner of your lips. "I assume you like my outfit as well?"

You nodded vigorously, still barely breathing. You lifted your finger, turning it in a circle, because you needed to bring more pain on yourself. Lifting Alexia's arm over her head, she turned in a slow circle so you could see the full outfit.  You should've taken a breath before asking to see the back. There was even less in the back than the front.

"Alexia," you whined. "You look so beautiful."

"Yeah?" she asked, suddenly shy.

"My reaction didn't give it away?" you asked, smiling. Wrapping an arm around her waist, you pulled her close. "Can I just take a few photos before we go?" She nodded, giving you a small kiss, transferring some of the lipstick to your lips. You took way too many photos, loving the ones where she finally cracked a smile and laughed at your stupid jokes. It would be hours before you saw your real favorite though, a smoldering look thrown over her shoulder at you just moments before she'd laughed at herself for trying to look sexy.

Unable to help yourself, you pushed her flat against the wall with your hips and pressed a hard kiss to her jaw, her neck, her shoulder. Anywhere but her lips, where she wanted you. When she tried to guide you towards her face, you grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the door, telling her it was time to go. If you didn't go now, you'd never make it out the door.

Throughout the night, Alexia's hand kept finding its way under your blazer, her fingers running across your bare skin at the most inopportune times. Like when Lola asked you what you liked best about Ibiza and you had to bite your tongue. Or when Vir asked how your mom was doing because she hadn't seen her in so long and you had to hold back a whine.

It didn't get any better the later into the night it got and the more Alexia drank. You'd learned very quickly that your girlfriend was a forward, extremely flirty drunk. It was a side of her you'd never seen before. And you were absolutely in love with it. She tried more than once to cop a feel on the dance floor. It was only when Leila called her out that you turned her, pulled her back flush against you and let your own hands wander where they wanted to.

You knew the signs that she was getting too tired. And decided to call it a night around 4am. Holding her tightly to your side, you let the other girls know you were calling a car back if anyone was ready to go. Only Jenni and Ana decided to stay behind because Lola was busy flirting with Ana and Jenni didn't want to leave her alone.

In your room at the house, you laid Alexia down on the bed. Moving slowly, you unbuckled her heels and dropped them on the floor. Going across the hall, you wet a few washcloths and brought them back to gently wipe the makeup off her face. You rubbed the wet cloth gently across her face until all the color was gone and just Alexia was left. Bending towards her, you pressed a light kiss to her cheek. She put a hand on your arm as you began to stand.

Looking at her, you dropped the towels on the floor so you could gently caress her cheek. "I love you, Ale." She tugged you down to kiss you. Slowly. Gently. Her hand tangled in your bun. It was the sweetest kiss, in complete contrast to the hard mouths and quick hands of earlier. You liked both but this? This was what you wanted forever. Your sweet, amazing girlfriend kissing you softly goodnight after a day spent together.

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[queen-of-reptiles]

𝚂𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁

description: in which lucy bronze's younger sister is trying to hide her relationship with a fellow Barca player

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mapi leon x bronze!reader

part of the 'hidden' universe

ona batlle x putellas!reader here

disclaimer: this is all fiction do not take any of this seriously !

warnings: swearing, slightly suggestive - cuteness

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y/n grinned as she heard the front door open, two sets of footsteps bursting through the door, she focused on the Spanish omelettes she was making.

"Ah I love ya." A relieved voice sighed as Lucy wrapped herself around her younger sister, pressing multiple kissed the the smaller girl's cheek as she sniffed the smell of breakfast.

"Morning to you to Luce." y/n laughed as her sister moved to her fridge and grabbed the fresh juice she knew her little sister always made for Friday morning training.

"Morning y/n." Keira chimed, pressing her lips to the smaller girl's cheek as she chided her girlfriend in sitting on the kitchen counter.

"Lucy, feet off my counter, Kei, grab the plates would you love?" y/n asked the two and Lucy pouted as she slid off the counter.

"Why are you always nicer to her?" Lucy asked with a huff.

"Because I like her better." y/n replies, sticking her tongue out at her sister playfully as she plates up their breakfasts.

Lucy gasps dramatically, pressing a hand to her heart and the other over her forehead and Keira chuckles, used to the way the two sisters were.

"Oh shut up." y/n laughed, handing Keira her plate, the strawberry blonde responding with a kiss to y/n's cheek in thanks.

"How will I go on?" Lucy asks aloud and y/n chuckled as she held out Lucy's plate.

"This might help?" y/n questioned and Lucy grinned widely as she grabbed it.

"Perfect, thanks Junior." Lucy smiles, kissing her sister's forehead and sitting next to her girlfriend on the table, y/n sitting down last and smiling when Lucy poured her a juice.

The three ate in small talk and silence, comfortable jokes being shared occasionally with laughs of innocence as the three began to was up.

"I don't know why you live next door instead of with me and Kei though." Lucy huffs as the group pull their shoes on for training. "We give you a lift everyday, you cook for us so often, just save your money and move in with us." Lucy adds.

"Lucy, I'm not a child anymore, I like my own space." y/n tells her sister as she slides into the back seat, Keira in the passenger seat.

"You are my baby sister." Lucy claps back.

"I'm 22!" y/n shouts.

"Exactly, a little baby!" Lucy adds as they pull up outside Ona's house, the player sliding into the back seat and kissing y/n's cheek in greeting, the two best friends instantly sinking into a Spanish chat as Keira and Lucy spoke quietly.

Recently, Lucy and Keira had been insistent on picking Ona up, letting her crash with y/n all the time, not being confused when they saw the girl in the morning.

It confused y/n, usually, if someone was a bit too close to her Lucy would go full overdrive and protective sister, ever since y/n's first girlfriend broke her heart at age 20, Lucy had never quite forgiven herself for her lack of care.

Truth was, Lucy and Keira were sure Ona and y/n were together, and considering they were so sweet, Lucy wasn't overly upset at it, though she was still planning to give Ona the shovel speech.

If only Lucy realised how wrong she was.

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"Come on, pleaseeeee." Ona begged, hands gripping y/n's as the Englishwoman tried to take her shirt off.

"Fine!" y/n finally called, throwing her hands in the air. Ona grinned and launched at her, thin arms wrapping around y/n's neck as she cheered in thanks.

y/n laughed, spinning the girl around as the two best friends separated and y/n quickly whipped her training shirt over her head. Her hands pulling her hair through her top.

y/n looked over, her eyes meeting slightly dark ones as the blonde tilted her head slightly. y/n gulped looking away from the defender, knowing well what that look was.

y/n stepped out into the pitch sighing in relief at the warmth that spread through her body at the light of the sun. She loved playing in Barcelona for the sun.

"Sun-cream!" Lucy's call ran out, her hands suddenly rubbing the cream into y/n's open skin, Ona laughing as y/n called out in shock of it's cold.

"It's cold!" y/n whines at Lucy who grins.

"It's safe." She denies, rubbing a last bit over her sister's cheeks, Ona still giggling as y/n huffs and squeezes some on her own hands, rubbing it over Lucy's face.

Once the Bronze siblings had stopped playing, the group was called over ready to train, as usual the groups split into pairs, y/n and Ona linking arms so they couldn't be separated.

Alexia sent them a tired sigh, but nodded her head, letting them be together for the strength training section before their mini game before lunch.

Ona and y/n bounced well off another as usual, their passes perfect and tackles easy as they worked hard to prove that they still deserved their starting places.

Eventually they sunk into a game and y/n found herself being marked by a familiar blonde who followed her every movement easily. As Caroline prepared to launch a corner in, the defender's hands placed themselves on y/n's hips.

"Amor." The voice purred quietly, squeezing the flesh on them as y/n pushed her body back against the slightly taller woman. There is a feeling of a grin into y/n's shoulder and she huffs.

Caroline raises her hand up and steps back, y/n pushes against her lover once more before running at the ball coming towards the group. y/n jumps, her head pushing it past Cata and into the goal.

"OOOOOOOH!" Lucy screams for her sister as the Bronze sister's jump in mock excitement, laughing at each other as they do so. The group around them laughing as they were used to them.

"Lo siento." y/n winked at Mapi, the blonde chuckling back as she pretended to try and grab her. y/n shrieked and jumped away, training being called to an end which meant Mapi continued to chase her.

y/n shrieked again, jumping toward Aitana who yelled and shoved her away, knowing how stubborn Mapi could be when she was in the mood to chase.

"Traitor!" y/n called out as Aitana blew her a kiss. Mapi was gaining on y/n, and the Englishwoman shrieked again, jumping at her sister's back.

Lucy caught her easily, turning to face Mapi with a steely glare, the blonde defender huffed and slunk back, glaring at y/n once more before Lucy hisses.

y/n grins when Mapi walks away and kisses her sister's cheek in thanks. Lucy chuckles and lets her sister off her back as the group go to lunch.

Ona links her arms with y/n, the two beginning to talk loudly as they grab their lunch and sit down. Alexia and Mapi move over as well, the latter sitting next to y/n as the two join in on the conversation easily.

y/n had always been good at languages, Spanish was her fifth language now, English, French, German, Portuguese and Spanish, her sister's was also good with them, but hadn't taken to Spanish quite like y/n had.

Mapi's thigh pushed against her own as Keira and Lucy also migrated over, y/n look over to the defender who just continued to talk with Ona, ignoring the way their skin pressed against each other.

y/n smiled at her sister who sat down, not noticing the way Keira's eyes ran down to where y/n and Mapi's legs were pressed tightly against each other.

Keira didn't think too much of it, knowing Spanish people were overly touchy and loving with their friends, but she did think about the look she saw the two share as they talked quietly.

After lunch the group moved to the gym, Mapi and y/n pairing up for strength training as they began to stretch before their work out. y/n hissed at a knot in her shoulder.

"You okay?" Mapi asked y/n, the girl nodding as she stood up.

"Yeah just my shoulder's tight." y/n promised, Mapi sighing as she walked behind her, thumbs digging into the shoulder as she began to put tight pressurised circles into the joint.

y/n groaned in relief, head falling back against Mapi's shoulder. The woman chuckled and continued her actions loosening the shoulder joint with her fingers.

"Tus dedos son magicos amor." y/n sighed to Mapi.

your fingers are magic love

"Las dos sabemos que ya sabías eso." Mapi said quietly into y/n's ear, the Englishwoman rewarding her with a sharp elbow to the gut.

we both know you already knew that.

The two then moved to train and with shared smiles and giggly jokes nothing to anyone seemed out of place, other than Keira who watched with furrowed brows.

Eventually training was called to an end for the day and the group all sighed in relief and trudged slowly into the changing rooms to shower.

Lucy and y/n stayed close chatting away as they changed and y/n opened her locker, noticing a piece of paper laying in the locker, the familiar writing looking at her.

mine @ 7pm?

y/n smiled softly, shoving the note in her bag so her sister didn't see as she shut her locker and turned, noticing Lucy was too busy talking to Patri to notice her.

y/n looked across the room and her eyes met Mapi's, y/n nodding softy, trying to bite back the smile she wanted to wear. The woman smiles softly at the ground before y/n turns back to face Ona.

"Eres obvio, los dos." Ona scoffs in a whisper.

you are obvious, both of you.

y/n shushes her, grateful Lucy was still distracted. Ona was the only one to know mainly because y/n used the excuse she was staying at Ona's too many times when she was actually at Mapi's.

"Come on kiddo." Lucy says, wrapping an arm around her sister as Keira grabs their car keys.

"I'm 22." y/n reminds and Lucy scoffs.

"I don't care." She chimes as she gestures for Ona to follow, the Spaniard looping her arm around y/n's and pulling her quickly toward the car.

"You can drop us off at mine Lucy. y/n is staying with me tonight." Ona says and Lucy nods.

"Sure, you need any clothes kiddo?" Lucy asks her sister who shakes her head.

"Na, Ma- Ona has some of mine." y/n says, Ona choking on her drink at the slip up of names. y/n sends her a glare that begs her to be calm.

"Okay sure!" Lucy hums, y/n sighs thinking she'd escaped but as she turns to get in the car her eyes meet Keira's, she as watching her with a raised eyebrow and y/n wants to swear.

Keira was always to investigative for her own good, she knew y/n too well and could notice the tiniest slip ups she did and once again Keira had caught her before she caught herself.

Ignoring Keira y/n slipped into the back of the car and started talking with Ona about anything they could think about to try and dull Keira's burning eyes.

Eventually they pulled up outside Ona's apartment and y/n leaned forward quickly and pecked her sister's cheek in thanks as Ona got out and grabbed their kit bags.

"Love you both." y/n says.

"Be on time tomorrow!" Lucy warns and y/n nods as she and Ona quickly rush into her apartment complex and quickly inside her apartment.

"Shit, did you see?" y/n asks Ona as the girl watches Lucy's car pull away.

"Keira notice your trip up?" Ona asks.

"Slip up. But yes." y/n nods as she flops onto Ona's sofa cursing softly under her breath.

"You will have to tell Lucy eventually." Ona sighs as she sits opposite her best friend. "I mean, 9 months is long enough, no?" Ona asks.

"Ona, Lucy is insanely protective, she always has been, and usually it is fine, but I don't want to disrupt the team because Lucy gets mad at Mapi and I." y/n sighs.

"Okay." Ona says simply.

"And 9 months isn't as bad as an entire year." y/n adds pointedly and Ona sighs, face planting her head in her hands.

"Dios mío, lo sé." Ona groans.

my god, I know

Ona also had a secret. She for the past year had been dating Alexia's youngest sister, Alba being the middle child. Alexia's younger sister had developed the nickname of baby Putellas and most of the team called her baby.

Strangely enough, the girl was a well known actress and at 22 had an oscar, golden globe and 2 BAFTA's under her very developed belt, y/n always joked with Ona that she guessed the Putellas sisters were meant to be stars.

However, Ona and her had been dating for the past year, having met while Ona was at Manchester Utd, while the actress was filming in Manchester for several months.

Their relationship blossomed and as soon as Ona got her call up for the national team, the first thing the best friends did was discuss how they would hide the relationship.

Now a year into her relationship, Ona was really regretting hiding it, and she knew her lover did to. The entire team knew her well and she was close with them all, however the first time they met her Alexia had given a warning.

"Ella está fuera de los límites. ¡Ella es mi hermanita!"

She is off limits. She is my baby sister!

If only she knew then that Ona was already with her. But she didn't and she still didn't and now Ona feared what would happen once she did know.

"If Alexia ever found out, well, we all know how protective she is of both her and Alba." Ona sighs.

"We're both fucked." y/n sighs.

"Completely fucked." Ona agrees and both girls groan before flinging themselves opposite ways onto the couch.

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y/n just posted on her story times x2

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y/n let herself into Mapi's apartment with her key, the clock just hitting seven as she did so. After she and Ona had talked, they both then took a shower and y/n changed into her spare clothes before pecking Ona on the cheek.

Ona promised to pick her up the next day, so Lucy didn't suspect anything and y/n then made her way through Barcelona and toward Mapi's, which she had just gotten into.

"Baby, I'm in." y/n called, the sound of feet padding across the floor making y/n smiled as the familiar black fur of Bagheera wrapped around her ankles. "Hi little one." y/n grinned.

The girl leant down and stroked the cat softly, Bagheera purring in response to the affection. y/n chuckled before she realised Mapi had yet to answer her.

"Amor?" y/n called out, wandering further into the kitchen and living where she dropped her keys to the floor. "Shit." y/n swore.

Mapi was stood, eyes wide and hand on her forehead, looking like a kid who had their hands caught in the cookie jar, her phone was in the kitchen and she looked apologetically toward y/n.

However, y/n wasn't focussed on her girlfriend in that moment, she was more focused, on her captain sat on the sofa, looking between the two with eyes just as wide.

"What? You two?" Alexia stuttered out, her English broken and Mapi and y/n looked toward each other for a moment before both rushing out the same exact sentence in their native tongues.

"You can't tell Lucy."

"No puedes decirle a Lucía."

Alexia paused for a moment, her mouth opening and closing in shock as she tried to think about the situation for a moment.

"How long has this been... happening?" Alexia asks, trying hard to keep her voice as calm as possible.

Mapi and y/n looked over at one another, fear deep in their hearts at the fact they had done so well at keeping it quiet, at hiding, that the fact their captain knew was heart-stopping.

"9 months." y/n begins, fiddling with her fingers.

"Ay, dios mío!" Alexia breathes.

oh my god.

"And Lucia? Has not been known?" Alexia continues asking, her voice now an eerily calm tone.

"No." Mapi denies and the answer is all it takes for Alexia's eyes to harden.

"Por qué?" She asks, though it sounds more like a demand as she jumps to her feet.

why?

"Because she's insanely protective Ale!" y/n defends. "Do you remember what happened that night we went out and that girl was eyeing me up?" She asks her captain.

"I thought she would become flames with the way Lucia was glaring." Alexia muses and y/n nods.

"It gets so much worse if I'm actually interested." y/n warns. "Look, we didn't mean to hide it for so long, but it just was so nice just us so we did!" y/n defends.

"Lucia will be so upset once she knows." Alexia states. "I cannot keep this from her for long." She adds and y/n groans.

"Alexia please." She begs her friend, but Alexia shakes her head. "If Lucy finds out this is gonna fuck the entire team Alexia, she won't just kill me, but Mapi and Ona!" y/n tried.

"Ona knows?!" Alexia asks and y/n sighs and Alexia rolls her eyes. "Of course Ona knows." She adds.

"Ale, por favor, just give us some time to figure out this." Mapi says to Alexia who sighs running a hand over her face.

y/n could see Alexia's thoughts running wild, the cogs in her mind turning as she tried to figure out what was the best option to do and go with.

y/n felt as if her chest had caved in, as if the world had suddenly been sucked of all its air, because she could no longer breathe, she could only worry.

"One week!" Alexia finally says. "One week and then I tell Lucia." She repeats before she moves to the door.

y/n tucked her head to her chest, trying very hard to stop the world from spinning and her lungs from starving themselves of air. Alexia says something to Mapi before she is out the door, shutting it quietly.

"Mi bebe?" Mapi says softly, tilting y/n's head up to see her tear-filled eyes and small rapid breaths. "Breathe, come on breathe." Mapi says quietly, pulling y/n to the sofa and onto her lap.

y/n falls forward, burying her head into Mapi's chest, moving her head until she can find the defender's heartbeat echoing in her ear, the pace of it calming her.

After several moments of y/n listening to Mapi's heart and the defender's hands moving up and down her back calmingly, y/n sniffles and sits up.

"We've really messed up here Maps." y/n says quietly and the woman sighs, leaning forward and capturing y/n's lips with her own, their breaths swapping as they sunk into each other.

"It was going to happen, princesa." Mapi sighs. "I will brave the world, I will brave the media, I will even brave Lucia Bronze for you, mi amor." Mapi promises.

y/n giggles despite herself, letting her hand come up to meet Mapi's jawline so she can rub her thumb across the defender's cheek, Mapi leaning into the loving hold.

"She's going to be terrible. Awful." y/n warns Mapi. "To me and to you." She adds.

"I know how much you love her, how close you are. I know how much this is going to hurt." Mapi promises her girlfriend who sighs and sinks forward.

"I love her, but I've never felt like this before." y/n admits and Mapi smiles into her hair.

"I have never felt like this either mi amor." Mapi promises.

"We'll do it together, won't we?" y/n asks her.

"Together, in two days." Mapi nods and y/n smiles softly, pressing her lips against Mapi's once more.

"In two days, we'll tell her." y/n agrees.

In two days. They did not.

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Today was supposed to be the day that Mapi and y/n told Lucy, they had promised themselves it. But as training neared to an end, both Mapi and y/n knew they weren't going to do it.

y/n had felt almost faded all day, as if she was in a fog as she tried to figure out what to do. Alexia had hardly spoken to her, Ona had noticed something was wrong and once she'd been told she was just as worried.

After showering, y/n followed Ona out, Mapi following close behind, Lucy and Keira had drove on their own today, y/n and Mapi getting there together as well as Ona on her own, though Keira and Lucy thought y/n had drove in with the latter.

y/n thought Keira had dropped her curiosity, so she didn't bother to look behind her as she hugged Ona goodbye and Mapi took her hand leading y/n to her car.

Keira's eyes widened as she watched y/n drive off with Mapi, Ona in the other way in her own car. She gulped and turned to see her girlfriend walking out, talking to Patri.

"You ready to go babe?" Lucy asked Keira who nodded, slipping on a fake smile.

"Yeah, y/n and Ona have already gone." Keira nods and Lucy chuckles rolling her eyes.

Barely an hour later, y/n and Mapi were cuddled together on the sofa, a show on in the background as their lips continuously collided and tongues rolled together.

y/n groaned into Mapi's mouth, her thighs tightening on either side of the defender's hips as she tried not to grind. The fog in her head had lessened, the anxiety.

Mapi had a way of doing that, she could calm the worst nerves in her, the scariest nightmares with something as simple as a smile, y/n loved her, she really loved her.

Mapi's finger gripped tighter, pulling y/n closer which caused a moan to slip into Mapi's mouth from y/n's throat. Mapi grinned against her lips, kissing down y/n's neck.

y/n groaned in relief as Mapi put pressure on her neck, sucking a dark mark into the space just below the collar of her top. Using her teeth to run over it.

"Mapi." y/n whined, causing a grin to rise onto the blonde's face.

"What bebita?" Mapi asks, pressing a kiss to the column of y/n's throat.

The girl groans again, grinding against her girlfriend who just grins, watching as y/n gets little friction from her position on Mapi's lap, the defender too strong for her to move.

"If you're a good girl, and eat your dinner once it comes." Mapi begins. "I'll have you for desert. How does that sound?" She asks y/n.

y/n nods, pushing her head down to press her lips against Mapi's, letting out a needy whine as Mapi's teeth dig into her bottom lip.

"Mi buena niña"

My good girl.

Mapi's raspy compliment made y/n's cheeks flare, another breathy moan coming from her as Mapi pressed a final still kiss harshly to her lips.

Mapi pulled away, her lips plump and red from the strength and need the two had kissed with. Mapi presseed a softer kiss into y/n's lips, humming happily as they pull away.

y/n smiles softly, tucking a strand of Mapi's hair behind her ear as she went to speak, however her phone began to ring and she groaned leaning over to grab it, seeing the fact it was Keira.

"Hey Keira." y/n smiles, carefully getting off Mapi who pouts as her girlfriend stands, but understands Keira would find it weird if y/n didn't pick up.

"Hey little one, how are you?" Keira asks and y/n furrows her brows slightly.

"I'm good, what about you?" y/n asks.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Keira promises. "I wanted to talk about something with you." She begins. "Where are you?" She asks and y/n panics.

"I'm uh, at Ona's right now Kei." y/n says, getting ready to say she was busy right now.

"Really?" Keira asks.

"Yeah." y/n nods, hearing a knock at the door and realising her and Mapi's food they had ordered had arrived. "Why?" She asks as she unlocks the door.

"Because..." Keira begins, y/n opening the door. "I think you're lying to me." Keira finishes, her eyes staring into y/n's as she holds up the bag of food.

y/n's phone drops to the floor, her eyes widening in shock as it hits the floor, luckily not breaking but making a loud thump which scares Bagheera from her sleep.

"Amor? You okay?" Mapi calls, turning the corner only to pause like y/n had.

"I think you should come in Keira." y/n says, pulling Keira into the apartment and slamming the door.

Keira places the food down on the side, watching as y/n and Mapi send each other fearful looks and Keira sighs, realising what they were worried about.

"Luce thinks I'm with Tana right now." Keira promises them and they let out a breath of relief.

"Good because this isn't what it looks like." y/n begins and Keira raises an eyebrow. "Okay, it is exactly what it looks like." She admits.

"It looks like, you've been secretly dating Mapi and Ona's been covering for you." Keira says and Mapi groans.

"Bien, definitivamente es exactamente lo que parece." Mapi huffs.

Okay, it is definitely exactly what it looks like.

Keira looks at y/n, eyes not harsh, but stern as she demands y/n to translate Mapi's sentence with nothing but a look.

"Basically, you're dead on." y/n tells Keira who sighs and runs a hand over her face.

"Lucy's going to be so..." Keira begins.

"Angry at first, then protective and then upset." y/n says and Keira nods as y/n blinks tears away, biting at her lip.

"Let's go sit down amor, yes?" Mapi asks y/n who sighs and nods, grabbing their food.

Keira follows, watching as y/n and Mapi sit down, Bagheera curling next to y/n's hip as the two sink into each other and open up their noodle boxes, beginning to eat.

Keira watches, finding the small moment of domesticity sweet as she watched how easily the two fit together when doing so.

"So, how long?" Keira asks as y/n continues to eat.

"9 months." She admits and Keira closes her eyes for a moment and sighs.

"And all this time, we thought you were dating Ona?" Keira asks and Mapi's head snaps up.

"What? Why?" Mapi asks, but y/n holds her hand out to Mapi, knowing how possessive the dirty blonde often was.

"She's just my best friend Kei." y/n promises the woman who sighs. "Look, we were going to tell Lucy this week anyway." y/n adds to Keira who furrows her brows.

"Why?" She asks.

"Because Alexia found out, and said if we don't she will." Mapi explains and Keira groans again.

"This just keeps getting worse." She huffs.

"Oh we know!" y/n scoffs. "Look, Kei, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. But we know how Lucy gets. And I just, wanted to keep this." y/n sighs and Keira looks at her sadly.

"You love her Mapi?" Keira asks the defender who nods without hesitation.

"Si, I love her with all I am." Mapi promises Keira who nods.

"And munchkin?" Keira asks y/n.

"Yeah Keira, I really do love her." y/n sighs, and Keira nods.

"Okay, well, we need to figure out how to tell Lucy then. Because this is going to be hard."

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END OF PART ONE

what do you think ??

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queenie x

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[femininefutbol]

shut up and kiss me

idea from here (70)

prompt: you are a model who loves to show off your new outfits to your girlfriend mapi león

word count: 1.8k

SMUT WARNING

a/n: if you are under 18 please do not interact and read at your own discretion. this was originally a idea for claudia but i felt like it suited mapi more

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You hear the click of the front door and the dropping of a heavy bag sound through your apartment, a clear sign that Mapi is home from training. You race through the apartment, in only your underwear and a pair of high heels to greet your girlfriend. You have been described by most of her friends as an ‘excitable puppy’ with the way you always race to the door to greet her no matter if she is gone for weeks or minutes, you will always react the same way. 

“You’re home” you speak into Mapi’s shoulder as you wrap your arms around her waist breathing in the scent of her body lotion. 

“I am and you’re practically naked” Mapi concludes, grabbing you by the shoulders pulling you away from her, looking you up and down with a small smirk. 

“It wasn’t on purpose, I was about to try on the new collection I was sent” you inform her deciding you’ve had enough of her eyeing up your body, walking back towards your dressing room to what you were doing prior to her returning home. 

It is now Mapi’s turn to behave like a puppy, following right behind you, taking the opportunity to stare at your ass as you essentially strut in your heels. 

“Is this the new collection?” Mapi asks, sitting on the sofa in the room, looking into the huge box of clothing that you received. 

“Yep, anything you want to see me try on?” you ask, standing above Mapi as she searches through the items for an outfit for you, something she does anytime you are sent clothes. 

After a few minutes of searching she hands you a few items, a giddy smile on her face. You start to make your way out of the room, going to change in another room, to make the reveal more exciting. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Mapi asks, the seductive tone stopping you in your tracks. You turn around to look at her, she is leaning back, her arms spread along the back of the sofa, the position making her look like a ‘fuckboy’ for a lack of better description. 

“To change” you hold up the pile of clothing in your hands, as if to say ‘duh’. 

“Do it here” she nods, her eyes shifting to a spot in the middle of the room and then back to you, signifying that is where she expects you to stand while you are changing. 

“I want it to be a surprise” you whine, doing what she says regardless. 

“It’s much more fun this way” she smirks, watching as you shimmy into the skirt that she picked out for you.

She looks shamelessly at your tits as they bounce slightly while you put on the skirt. Next is the chain shirt she picked out, it is less of a shirt on its own, more of an accessory to put on over a shirt. 

“Babe, you need to hand me a shirt, this piece doesn’t work by itself, it’s supposed to go over the top of a shirt” you explain, holding up the metal material. 

“I think it’s good how it is, take your bra off, maybe that would help” she adds with a small shrug, pretending to be helpful. 

“Fine” you sigh, taking off your bra and putting on the overshirt to appease your girlfriend. 

You stand unimpressed in a pair of heels, a mini skirt and the chained apparel your arms crossed over your chest as you stare down your girlfriend. 

“Well?” Mapi asks simply, waiting for you to model the outfit for her. 

“Well, this looks really dumb Mapi, this isn’t how any of this is supposed to be worn” you gesture up and down your body, showing her just how ridiculous the whole thing looks. 

“Model it, I’m just going to take it off you in a minute, no one else will ever get to see you like this” Mapi states, looking at you expectantly waiting for you to start posing for her. 

You start posing, trying your best to at least make the outfit look decent for what it is. While you are at it you also tease Mapi slightly, getting a kick out of everytime her breath hitches when you pose in a way that shows off your body in just the right way. 

You place your hands on your knees, leaning towards mapi, your chest practically in her face and this is the final straw for her. She grabs you by the waist, pulling you onto her lap. 

“Hey! I wasn’t done showing off the outfit” you complain jokingly. 

“Oh you were more than done baby” Mapi answers, the lust in her eyes making you feel giddy. 

She attaches her lips to the underside of your jaw, sucking harshly which causes your breath to hitch. Your hands grasp onto her hair, you hold on tightly as she sucks harder, clearly intent on leaving a mark. 

“Babe” you moan out breathlessly. 

“Something wrong?” she asks innocently, looking up at you. This gives you time to regain your composure momentarily. 

“Not at all. Find me another outfit to try on” you state simply, getting off her lap. 

“You will pay for that” she huffs, clearly having wanted to play with you, annoyed that you didn’t give her the opportunity.  

“Okay babe” you laugh, beginning to take off the first outfit she picked out for you. 

“I could have taken it off for you” she says suggestively. 

“I’m more than capable, thank you though” you stand over her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, your bare chest in her face, teasing her just that little bit more. 

You move away, now standing in the middle of the room in less clothes than when you started, your bra still discarded from the last outfit. 

“Next outfit please” you hold your hand out to Mapi waiting for her to hand you more clothing while she rummages through the box likely trying to find more clothing that barely covers anything. 

Your suspicions are confirmed when she hands you another mini skirt and a small tie up cardigan, she sits back on the sofa, clearly not planning on handing you anything else. 

“Mapi seriously, have you forgotten how to dress?” you ask, putting on the cardigan by itself, it is not covering much at all. 

“Sorry baby, you are the model, not me” 

“You know there are pants and actual shirts in that box as well that you could pass me to try on, right?” you glare at her. 

“Didn’t notice any” she shrugs. 

You huff but continue putting on the skirt she picked out anyway, not letting her get under your skin with her clear agenda to make you cover as little skin as possible. 

“Looks good, too bad it is time for me to take it off” Mapi whispers into your ear, the action shocking you as you hadn’t even noticed her getting up off the couch. 

She wraps her arms around your body, untying the cardigan leaving you more exposed than you already were. She kisses your neck from behind, causing you to lean your head back onto her chest leaving your neck even more open for her to attack. As you are distracted with what her mouth is doing she fondles your breasts harshly, enjoying the way you sink into her embrace even more. 

“Mapi someone could see, the window is open” you point out, mainly to get her to stop attacking your chest and neck, but also because it is coming closer to the evening time and you are well aware of the amount of people who walk past your apartment on their daily walks at this time. 

“Shut up and kiss me” Mapi states, roughly turning you around and connecting your lips with hers. 

You melt into her, letting her take complete control. She holds your waist tightly with one hand, continuing to make out with you expertly while maneuvering your skirt off with her free hand easily, taking it off leaving you in your panites and the open cardigan. 

She turns you around again, making you face the window, pushing you towards the sofa. She laughs softly as you lay over it, your ass sticking up in the air. 

She wraps her arms around your body delicately rubbing her arms up and down, stopping at your tits, fondling them again, loving your reaction whenever she does. You are left moaning loudly as she continues, the sounds escaping your lips spurring her on even more. 

“Are you still worried about someone seeing?” she asks, her hands now grasping your ass, she is extremely close to plunging her fingers into your pussy but knowing her she will drag this part out more than necessary. 

“N-no” you whine out. 

“So I should fuck you right now with the window open for anyone to potentially see?” she asks in mock horror, laughing at the neediness you are displaying for her already, small moans and involuntary movements only spurring her on more. 

You can’t bring yourself to speak instead just nodding. 

“Baby you have to answer me or i won’t know what you want” she speaks directly into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. 

“Yes” you get out quickly, not trusting your words anymore than the simple reply. 

“Yes what?” 

“Yes you should fuck me rig-” you are unable to finish the sentence as Mapi unexpectedly pushed two fingers into you from behind causing you to moan loudly. 

She continues pumping her fingers inside of you, your moans filling the room. You are still unable to recover from the unexpected feeling of her fingers inside you, each movement leaving you simultaneously needing more and feeling extremely full. 

Each pump of her fingers has you even more needy. At this rate your ass is completely raised in the air, your legs spread open with your face pressed into the top of the sofa to stop the volume of your moans from catching the attention of anyone potentially walking past. 

She stops suddenly, her fingers sitting deep inside of you, you wait for her to suddenly move again. She knows that you are close to cumming so you assume she has stopped in order to tease you, something she does often. you. 

Just as you assume she is going to continue when you feel movement she instead takes her fingers out of your pussy. 

“Okay, next outfit?” she asks innocently, rummaging through the box of clothes leaving you against the sofa, trying to recover from being so close to your orgasm without it actually occurring. 

“Really Mapi?” you whine. 

“I’m thinking pants and an actual shirt, you were saying there were some nice ones in here right?” she asks smugly.

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[repulsiveliquidation]

without you || Ona Batlle

warnings : angst w/ happy ending, i promise. mentions of illness and death. based on the poem above. enjoy :)

last night you were in my dreams

looked me in the eye

god

it felt so real

her side of the bed’s empty. there’s no note left for you in her pretty writing. her car is gone from its place next to yours in the driveway. her pillow smells so much like her, it’s almost like she’s still here. the tears. you hate the tears. they fall without your permission. they wet your pillow, “I’m sorry,” you whisper, the lump in your throat made it hard to swallow.

you roll over to her side of the bed, the cold sheets solidify your loneliness. Ona’s gone. she left this morning, bags seemingly packed for such a long time that there was a little dust bunny at the back of the closet from where she hid the duffle bags.

the sun shines into your room just a little, the window left open from the night before. you had shared a glass of wine there, laughing so loud that the old man who lived across from you yelled for you two to go to bed. his wife scolded him and apologized for his behavior, blowing you a kiss and a promise of fresh pastries she would send you the next morning.

you opened the front door and there they were, neatly packed in a little basket. they were Miguelitos, Ona’s favorite. tears filled your eyes again, picking up the pretty basket with an unsteady hand. the old lady calls from across the road and you force a smile, voice breaking when you yell a thank you in a terrible attempt at Spanish. she smiles and nods anyway, watching as you tread back into the house and she sees you wiping a tear away.

they’re still warm so you leave them on the kitchen uncovered. you call Jonatan and tell him you feel like, faking a sniffle that he doesn’t buy but he gives you the day off anyway. suspiciously, Ona calls him not three minutes later with the same excuse. normally you’d call and tell him you were both under the weather but separate calls raise flags in his mind.

you crawl back into bed and begin to sob, hot tears staining your cheeks and pillow. you pull her pillow close to your chest and try to calm yourself, knowing it was no use when all you wanted was your girlfriend to hold you close and tell you everything was going to be alright.

she had done this two times before. Ona was a perfectionist, a master of her craft. every pass, tackle, dribble, and kick had to be perfect. one loose ball that was her fault meant another hour on the pitch perfecting the pass till her toes hurt from kicking the ball. the first time you had to physically throw her over your shoulder and drag her home, having a strict conversation with Alexia as she cleaned up. you made her promise to take her health seriously or Alexia would wait for the green light from you to be benched until she bucked up.

the message got to her head for about six months until a badly timed tackle earned her a second yellow of the game and the send-off. she ran off the pitch in anger, lashing out at Vicky who was comforting her as she walked off. you were on the bench with a little ankle sprain and waddled after her with Alexia, Mapi, and Pina in tow. you were ready to give her an earful when you heard muffled sobbing in the changing room. you told the others you would handle it and they backed off, faces full of concern for their friend.

“Ona?” you called, walking into the room slowly. she wiped her tears away, trying to look like she wasn’t crying. she refused to raise her head, eyes fixed on her muddy cleats.

“Amor, it’s just me,” you comfort, sitting beside her and rubbing her back. she flinches but leans into your shoulder, crying into your pressed shirt. you rock her a little and let her cry it out, gripping your coat tight as she shook in your arms.

“shh, it was just badly timed princesa. it happens.”

“I’ve let the team down, they need me…” she cried harder, snot running down her face. you reach into your pocket and pull out some tissues, reminding yourself to ask the girls which one of them stuffed it into your pocket. you wipe her face and kiss her nose.

“the girls are fine, we’re five goals up with ten minutes to go. we’ve got this game in the bag.”

“but the next games…”

“should give you a chance to rest and regroup. you’ve been working yourself to the bone again.”

“I’ve been sloppy at training, I can’t afford to make mistakes!” she yelled standing up and storming into the showers.

you lean back and decide to give her some space to breathe, hearing the loud chattering of girls high off another win and a clean sheet. you smile and congratulate them, not wanting them to worry about their teammate. Ona comes out from the showers second to last, hair wet and cheek rosy from the hot water. you sit in her cubby patiently waiting and she kisses you.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” she apologizes, fiddling with her fingers. you nod and smile at her, standing up gingerly since your legs have gone numb. she changes and you notice that she’s got one of your ratty t-shirts on and your training sweats. you shake your head and walk out the door, yelling that you’d have the car warmed up for in the front in five.

she scrambles into the car and relaxes into the seat, muscles visibly melting into the warm upholstery. you drive leisurely back home, the Barcelona sunset to your left. Ona snores in the passenger seat softly, not even waking up when the scent of the Chinese takeout you pick up fills the car.

she rouses when you park in front of your house, feeling the familiar cobblestone that you have to drive over just before bringing the car into park. she smacks her lips and feels your lips press a soft kiss on her cheek.

“We’re home, my love.”

she smiles and stretches her arms, climbing out of the car sleepily. you’ve brought all the bags into the house, already cleaning out her kit bag. she rummages through the bags of food and smiles when she smells her favorite. maybe taking a break wasn’t such a bad idea.

it was as if you were here again

deep down inside me feel

Ona locks herself in her room. the sheets feel foreign, itching her skin. you always had the softest sheets, catering to her sensitive skin. the bonus was that they always smelled like you and she made sure to take deep breaths when you changed the sheets every week.

the room smelled stale too. an expected circumstance since she was rarely over here anyway. your house was closer to the pitch and she already had half the closet to herself, why make the trip every time?

there was a knock on the door about twenty minutes after she got home. she knew it was Aitana with a billion questions but all she wanted was to be alone. really she wanted to be with you but she’d fucked that up. she didn’t even know why she ran, the pressure of performing was becoming too much and she didn’t want to be a burden. she couldn’t bear to see that look of disappointment she saw glimmer over your face when she got her first red card with Barça.

the banging on her bedroom door was what woke her up hours later. Aitana mentioned breakfast in the oven and coffee in the coffee pot before the front door slammed shut. she checked her phone and there was radio silence, half hoping that you had left an angry voicemail telling her to come home. instead, she was met with her wallpaper of you holding Coco over the summer at her parent’s house.  

tears pool in her eyes as she scrolls through her camera roll, swiping through all the silly photos you made her take that night. she threw her phone on the bed and screamed into the mattress, hoping deep down inside she was braver in another lifetime.

and when the light came to wake me,

and you slowly starting to fade away,

my soul was longing for you to take me,

Ona walked onto the pitch three days later, heart aching to see you. she stepped onto the pitch and spotted you talking to the girls, Ingrid slapping you on the back laughing at a joke Mapi told the group. she decides to avoid you, too cowardly to face the music. you notice her and smile but she turns away quickly, busying herself with her laces. you decide to try and corner her at the end of practice you do, needing the help of the girls to keep her from running to her car the moment Jonatan blows his whistle.

“why did you run away like that, Oni?” you ask her quietly, the rest of the team filtering out when Alexia begins to shepherd them outside.

“it’s none of your business,” she growls, tears flowing down her cheeks as she packs her kit bag. you grab her shoulder and she turns around with anger seething in her eyes. you’ve never seen hatred in her eyes before, it was unlike her; unlike your cheerful, noisy, playful but shy girlfriend.

“Ona? what’s gotten into you?” you ask, feeling tired of all the secrets she’s been harboring. for weeks you’ve been concerned about her odd behavior. she’s been making frequent visits to the medics, getting off practice earlier and staying longer sometimes, random trips to the ‘store’ for hours on end. you thought that she was planning something since your anniversary was coming up and she liked to make a big thing about it but when she left that morning it hit you that she was probably preparing to leave. this time though, it was for good.

it's her third round of dialysis this week. Ona sat in the lumpy chair of her dialysis center when her doctor walks in.

“how does it look, doctor?”

“it’s fourth-stage renal failure, Ona. you need a transplant or else you’re never playing football again. frankly, I don’t know how you’ve kept playing this long.”

“Jonatan knows.”

“I see,” he says and sits. “does your girlfriend know?”

“she’s not my girlfriend anymore.”

“did you decide that for her, or did she have any say?”

Ona looks up at him in shock. she tries not to jostle the machine as she sits up.

“How did you know?”

“you looked like you didn’t want to believe it when you said it.”

“she deserves better than,” she gestures to the machine, “this.”

“she deserves you,” he says and stands. as he walks away and Ona is about to cry, he turns and clears his throat. “she’s donated blood here before, she’s a perfect donor match.”

Ona tries to cry into her palm quietly, the weight of her decision bearing down on her shoulders.

but instead,

i must live without you,

for another day.

you wake up feeling groggy, and the sound of steady heartbeats fills the room. there’s another heartbeat that deep down sounds familiar and it puts a smile on your face.

a chilling call from Jonatan put you in this hospital bed. he explained that Ona needed a transplant and that you were a perfect match. you cried in his office, body shaking with anger at yourself more than at Ona. you knew that it ran in her family and that her age was when the onset was. the extra visits to the doctor and ‘shop’ trips all made sense now. you punched a wall on your way out dramatically, crying like a baby all the way home. you barged into her house, Aitana following behind you like a puppy.

“so you were just going to run and wait for you to die?” you yelled at her, body shaking in fury. she just stared at her fingers, fiddling with the end of the throw blanket in her lap.

“answer me!”

“you don’t deserve this!” she screamed back, tears running down her face. “you don’t deserve someone who is dying to be your girlfriend!”

tears flood down your cheeks and you hear her door click closed, Aitana in front of it.

“you had no right to decide that for me, Oni!”

“I couldn’t put you through this. if I don’t get a kidney soon, first it’ll be football then it’ll be me!”

“I know I’m a match.”

her head whips up to look at you so fast, you’re sure she’s gone and given herself another ailment.

“no.”

“I’m a perfect match, Onita.”

“I could never ask you to do that!”

“you’re not asking if I’ve already asked them to make sure it goes to you.”  

“Bebé, I–”

“no, you would do the same for me. I love you too much to see you like this,” you kneel in front of her as she sits on the bed, feeling overwhelmed. “Please, Oni,” you beg with your head in her lap, “Please let me help you.”

Ona wakes up and looks over at you, sighing in relief that the surgery was a success. the nurses have pushed your beds close enough together that you stretch your arm out and she does the same, fingers laced together with an unspoken promise to face every challenge that comes your way the only way you knew was right; together.

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