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pitchsidestories · 24 days

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underneath your clothes II Cata Coll x Reader

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a/n: based off the cute request here. We're really craving a tattoo on our own now after finishing this oneshot. 😂

You knew tattoos were your passion since you had gotten your first one aged eighteen. So by opening your own tattoo studio with your best friend, you had fullfilled one of your life goals in the last year.

It was not always easy but you loved your job, especially when you could make your clients happy with your artwork. But at the moment, business was slow.

You were focused on wiping down the counter when your best friend and coworker Carla grinned at you: “Your favourite customer is back, y/n.”

Surprised, you looked up and saw someone walk towards the door of your studio: “What? Oh, she‘s not my favourite customer, Cata has been her only once before.”

“She‘s still your favourite.”, Carla shrugged with a smug look on her face.

You grimaced at her: “I don‘t have favourites.” Turning to your customer, you greeted her: “Cata, hi.”

“Hi.”, the goalkeeper smiled at you.

“You‘re here for another tattoo?”, you asked politely.

She nodded: “I am.”

“Do you have something specific in mind?” You noticed her gaze linger on the inked skin of your left arm.

“Uhm, yeah…”, she replied, catching herself and looking back at your face.

You bit back a smile as you thrust your arm in her direction to show her the floral tattoo wraping around your forearm: “Liking this one?”

Catas cheeks reddened: “I do. It‘s beautiful.”

“Thank you.”, you replied. You could feel Carlas eyes on you.

“But I actually wanted to get something for my sister today. Maybe next time.”, Cata explained.

“Oh, that‘s sweet.”

The football player continued while she gestured towards her upper arm: “Yeah, I want it to be on my arm. I was thinking about a wave or something.”

“Is there a meaning behind the wave?”, you asked curiosly while simultaneously trying to picture the perfect tattoo for her.

Cata nodded with excitement: “Yes, we grew up in Mallorca…”

“Thats is adorable. I love when people tell me the meaning of their tattoos.”, you happily replied while getting your sketchbook.

“Ever been to the island?”, Cata asked while she watched you starting to draw different kinds of waves.

Without looking up from your work, you explained: “Actually, yes. My mother was born there and part of her family still lives there so we spend all of the vacations in my childhood there.”

You could hear the astonishment in her voice: “Wait, you did?”

“Yes.”

“That‘s a funny coincidence.”

You slid the sketchbook in Catas direction so she could have a look: “Who knows, maybe we‘ve met each other before without knowing. So which wave do you like best?”

The goalkeeper looked thoughtfully at the drawings in front of her:” I like that one.”

With a dreamy smile on her lips Cata continued: “This is a nice thought actually. That we might have already met before.”

“I agree.”, you responded in a warm tone.

“I’m going to the coffeeshop, would you two like an iced coffee?”, Carla chirmed.

“Sure.”, you nodded.

“Nothing beats iced coffee on a warm spring day.”, the Barcelona player confirmed.

“So true.”, you agreed.

After Carla left the coffeeshop Cata promised you with a wink:” Next time, I’ll bring you an iced coffee before I show up.”

“You want another one already? Don’t you get into trouble for it from your coach or something.”, you raised an eyebrow at her.

Confidently she waved it off: “Oh, no. If it’s done in my free time, he can’t say anything about it.”

“Okay, good.”, you sighed relived.

“Don’t worry. I won’t get in trouble.”, the professional athlete replied.

“I’m glad to hear that.”

“Also, it’s just a small one.”, Cata reminded you while you were drawing the wave on her skin with a needle.

For a moment you looked up from your work:” Right.”

Meanwhile Carla had returned, bringing the coffees immediately to both of you:” Hey girls, I’m back.”

“Thank you, Carla.”, you answered sincerely.

“You’re welcome.”, she mumbled.

You quickly took a sip from the coffee before asking her:” What do you think of Catas new tattoo.”

After your friend took a closer look at your art piece, she whistled: “Oh, this is nice.”

“It symbolizes my sister.”, Cata explained beaming.

“How cute.”, Carla smirked.

While they talked for a bit you added the finishing touches until the tattoo was done:” Now you’re ready to go, Cata.”

“Thanks. I love it.”, the goalkeeper told you happily.

“My pleasure.”, you said and meant every word whole heartedly.

She stood up excitedly:” I’ll call you soon for a new appointment.”

“Alright.”, you answered.

After Cata has left your best friend declared dramatically:” That poor girl.”

“What?”, you frowned at her.

“Oh please, don’t play dumb.”, Carla begged you groaning.

This was the moment you realized what she has been hinting at:” Don’t worry. Next time, I’ll ask her out.”

Normally you didn’t open to customers like you did with the Barcelona player. Even though it was you who was the person who has seen her upper body without clothes, her dark eyes seemed to have seen right through you.

“You should.”, your friend grinned.

You couldn’t help but to blush as you thought about Cata:” She’s so cute, Carla.”

“I could tell that you thought that.”

Guys! Cata has a crush on her tattoo artist!“, Claudia yelled full of excitement.

The other Barcelona players looked up from their team dinner with varying degrees of curiousity and surprise while Catas cheeks turned red. A minute ago, she had just shown her new tattoo to Claudia and Patri but the youngest midfielder had immediately caught on as she heard the way Cata talked about her tattoo artist.

“Oh, that’s why she’s getting so many tattoos recently!“, Ona exclaimed with laugh.

“That’s not true.“, Cata tried to defend herself.

Mariona just smiled sweetly at her: “That’s so cute, Cata.“

“Guys, stop.“

When Alexia finally spoke up, Cata had hoped that she would call her teammates back to order but instead she just tilted her head: “So, when are you going to see her again?“

“Whenever I get my next tattoo?“, the goalkeeper shrugged.

Patri raised an eyebrow: “And that’s soon?“

“I mean I do have an idea for the next one.“, Cata admitted with a small smile on her lips.

Salma shared a knowing look with Patri: “Guess this means very soon.“

Cata was back at your tattoo studio only a few weeks after her newest tattoo, this time with an iced coffee in hand. You caught yourself smiling subconsciously as you watched the football player walked in.

“Hi Cata.“, you greeted her and gratefully took the drink from her that she handed to you. “Thank you for the coffee.“

Cata smiled as you took a sip: “Told you, I’d bring you one.“

“Appreciate it.“

It was the perfect mix of sweet and bitter. Exactly how you liked it. You set down the coffee on the front desk and thoroughly looked at the goalkeeper: “But you know that you don’t have to get tattoos all the time to ask me out on a date.“

You rolled your eyes with a chuckle.

Cata looked at you dumbfounded: “Wait, what?“

“Cata, would you like to go on a date with me?“, you asked politely.

Her face immediately lit up: “I would love to.“

“Great.“, you said and had to bite back a laugh as Carla pumped her fist in excitement behind Cata.

But the goalkeeper caught your attention again: “When is your shift over?“

“At 5 pm.“, you replied truthfully.

Cata nodded with a big grin on her face: “I’ll pick you up then?“

You nodded happily: “Yes, okay.“

“Perfect.“

Cata left the studio without a tattoo this time but she did leave the feeling of butterflies in your stomach instead.

At exactly 5 pm, Cata waited for you in front of the studio. From what you saw through the window, she looked great in her button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to showcase her tattoos. You could barely wait to close the studio.

When you finally locked the door behind yourself, the two of you awkwardly smiled at each other and you had to admit that Cata looked even better when she was right in front you.

You pointed at the picnic basket she was holding in her right hand: “Where are we going?“

“Just trust me, follow me.”, the goalkeeper replied warmly.

You didn’t know why but you trusted her immediately. Walking along side Cata made you feel safe and welcomed. When you reached the destination, you stood there in awe: “Oh my god, the view is stunning.”

“It’s, right?”, she grinned at you.

Truthfully you told her:” Yes, I love it.”

“I hoped you would.”, the player answered satisfied.

Watching at Barcelona from a distance made your worries surrounding your tattoo studio look small in comparison and you felt lighter in the company of the other woman, so you mouthed into her direction a heartfelt thank you.

“Here’s some food.”, Cata hummed, handing you some antipasti to eat.

Closing your eyes you mumbled:” It’s delicious.”

“Wine?”, she asked you, proving to be the perfect gentlewoman.

“Sure.”, you nodded, as the goalkeeper filled your glasses and you both took a deep sip.

“You know I would have come by to get a million more tattoos just to spend time with you.”, Cata confessed with a wink.

You looked into her eyes amused:” I do, so I had to save you from yourself.”

“That’s sweet. But I still want some more.”, the goalkeeper smirked.

Quickly you promised her:” You can get them one at a time.”

“I will.”

With that said you went forward to kiss her, she gladly replied to the kiss, pulling you closer to her, to fully embrace you in her strong arms.

A few weeks had gone by, and Cata and you were officially girlfriends. You were in the tattoo studio when Carla excitedly exclaimed:” Y/n? Thanks to your girlfriend a lot of her teammates have asked us to do their tattoos!”

Hearing that you hugged your girlfriend gratefully:” Love!”

“You’re welcome.”, Cata whispered.

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pers1st · 2 months

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dancing with the devil - alexia putellas x reader

pairing: alexia x singer!reader

warnings: mentions of drugs and alcohol

Meeting Alexia hadn't been an accident. If anything, meeting anyone, for you, was an accident, because more often than not, people were screaming into your face, demanding pictures and autographs and spinning theories about your private life that you were pretty sure could be considered conspiracies.

You hadn't intended, however, to meet Alexia. And she hadn't intended to meet you. The first time you'd seen the Catalonian woman had been on Keira's instagram. Your lifelong best friend and childhood neighbor was the only reason you were interested in women's football - or sports in general. You'd never shared your father's passion, or joined the local team like your brother had. If it wasn't for Keira, you would have no ties to the sport whatsoever, and even this way, you grew annoyed every time the strawberry blonde and her insufferably confident girlfriend tried to explain the offside rules to you.

Still, you followed Keira's life everywhere she went, and although you hadn't been happy with her move to Barcelona, you had forgiven her the minute you'd spotted the Catalonian woman on the sidelines.

Keira had warned you, but really, she should've warned Alexia. You enjoyed the lifestyle that came with being a singer, relished in parties and one-night-stands and rebounds that Keira doomed forbidden. More often than not, she'd threatened to hang up on your FaceTime call when you'd phoned her from London to tell her about your latest hookup. But Keira, as different as the two of you were, was still your best friend, and so she listened to every word you said, or sung, and was your number one supporter. This wasn't missed by her new teammates, who started following your socials the second Keira had first shared the promo picture of your new album. That's when Alexia had followed you. Keira should've warned her then, but a few years down the line, you were glad she hadn't. Because what was supposed to be a bed for you to spend a night in when you next visited Keira and Lucy in Barcelona blossomed into your second home, and the woman who was supposed to be yet another hookup blossomed into your girlfriend.

You had spent the past year somewhere between London, New York and Barcelona, desperate to spend time with Alexia, Leah and your producers all at the same time. The fans had quickly taken notice of your and Alexia's relationship, although, to be honest, not one of you had tried to hide anything. Alexia was easy, Alexia was simple, and most importantly, Alexia was safe. She was the one to ground you whenever you struggled with your mental health, whenever you were overwhelmed with pressure, anxiety, or any emotion alike.

But a few months ago, with Alexia's return to the pitch, the World Cup and the crippling pressure to perform, at all time, that grasped your every cell, things had taken a turn for the worst.

You were on tour, and had witnessed the public abuse of Alexia and her teammates via FaceTime and instagram, trying your hardest to console the captain as best as you could from so many miles away. It hadn't been an easy task, and with the everlasting rehearsals, concerts and afterparties, you had neglected to take care of yourself.

Drinking was easy when you had the excuse of missing your girlfriend. Using was easy when you had the excuse of just living a little.

Nothing was easy now, as you stood in your girlfriend's flat in Barcelona, the woman halting across from you.

"I'm... home", she breathed, taking in her surroundings. There was no way to hide the bags packed behind you, the way you were still wearing your shoes despite the fact that Alexia had taken so much time to drill the habit of taking them off at the doorstep, the way you seemed to be ready to leave when you had just come home.

"What is going on?", she asked, dropping her bag with a soft thud. Alexia had expected you on the couch, with a mug of tea in your hands, in her sweatpants and fluffy socks, just the way you liked during the colder months. She had expected you to be nuzzled under a blanket, perhaps napping as she knew the jet lag robbed you of energy whenever you took the plane from the States to Spain.

"I'm leaving", you breathed, staring into her face blankly. You tried to remember. Tried to take in every dimple, every freckle, the color of her eyes and the baby hairs that were flying off her hairline. If you could have, you would have taken a picture. You had so many pictures of Alexia in your phone, ranging from ones to her sleeping, from her at training, from her during matches, from her at dates you took her on or standing in the crowd of your concerts. They were never going to be enough - realistically, you knew that. But, realistically, you could never forget Alexia either, no matter how much time you would spend away from her.

Alexia looked confused. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she opened her mouth and closed it again. Her lips looked like she had been picking them, the way she always did when she was stressed, but you wanted to kiss them anyways.

Her feet guided her into the kitchen, walking straight past you as she inspected the apartment. She noticed your favorite mug - one that she had given you for Christmas last year - wasn't where it usually stood next to her favorite mug. Why would you take your mug? You never took your mug when you went away from her, to concerts or recording sessions or award galas.

If she looked any closer, she might've noticed the broken handle of it laying next to the trash can. The dish had been sent to the floor when you had frantically grabbed at it, desperate to leave the flat before your girlfriend came home, and shattered into a million peace. Each one of it was tucked in a plastic bag in your suitcase, but you had forgotten the handle. Alexia didn't notice. Her eyes were back on you.

"What are you talking about?", she asked. In that moment, you were grateful more than ever that Alexia had taken the longer route to grab your favorite sushi from the one restaurant on the other side of the town, the only one you liked, because it had given you enough time to pack everything before she came home. You had almost been out the door - you had put your shoes and coat on already, leaving your favorite scarf, the pink one that she liked to wear, in the hallway.

"I'm so sorry." Your voice was barely above a whisper, and you had to tear your eyes away from her, down to your dirty sneakers, when you felt your lips wobble. If you took another glance at Alexia, you would cry.

The handle of your suitcase was cold as you gripped it tightly, bending down to pick up the bag still on the ground.

"I'm so sorry, Alexia."

It wasn't just another statement one said during a breakup without any meaning. You truly meant it. You truly were sorry. In the past months, both yours and Alexia's life had spiraled completely, and although you had been there for her as best as you could have, and lost yourself in the process. The shell of a person that was left of you was nowhere close to what Alexia deserved. You weren't sorry for leaving her, you were sorry for the person you had become, and you were sorry you couldn't be the person for Alexia anymore. You couldn't be her loving girlfriend anymore, the one that loved her endlessly, that made her laugh, that took her worries away with soft kisses and whispered nothings. You couldn't be the person to make her happy anymore. If Alexia took a closer look at you, maybe she would notice your blown pupils, the redrimmed eyes of yours, the bags beneath them. Maybe she would notice the amount of weight you lost, the leftovers of white powder beneath your nose, maybe she would've noticed how broken you were.

You didn't give her the chance, instead tearing your gaze away from her and shuffling towards the door with soft steps, desperate not to ruin her hardwood floor with the crunch of broken glass and splashes of alcohol on your dirty shoes.

You heard Alexia cry behind you, heard her pleas for you to stay, heard her questions, her yells, but you were out of the flat quicker than she could've pulled you back. The air of Barcelona hit you colder than it had before, and a part of you wished you would've worn the pink scarf, knowing it would've kept you warm and smelled of Alexia's perfume.

The black SUV was still parked right next to her driveway the way you had instructed Lois, your driver, to wait. He didn't ask a single question as you slammed the bags into the backseat, following in shortly after, tears streaming down your face. You needed to leave. You were doing the right thing. Alexia would realize it, at one point.

17th December, 2023:

Breaking news: British singer Y/N Y/L/N's summer tour cancelled after drug overdose.

notes:

there goes my first oneshot! please let me know what you think and also if you want a pt2 bc i have so much more in mind about thus story :)

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girlgenius1111 · 27 days

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con😭grat😭u😭la😭tions😭

nah but fr… cata looks so fucking fine in this pic 😮‍💨😮‍💨🙃🙃

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ktgoodmorning · 1 month

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Let me spoil you

(love language series- giving/receiving gifts)

Cata Coll x reader

Inspired by the love language giving and receiving gifts- Cata is constantly trying to spoil you throughout your day.

I hate how I ended this but love that I managed to keep it a reasonable length. Last one in the series is Alexia hoping to save the best for last. Should be out in the next few days, probably not tomorrow.

The rest of the love language series:

Perfect. A.Bonmati x reader. Quality time.

Silent communications. M.Leon. Physical touch.

Broken. P.Guijarro. Acts of service.

You know I love you. A.Putellas. Words of Affirmation

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You yawned as you pushed open the door of the locker room. Obviously you should’ve gone to bed earlier last night instead of trying to finish the book you’d been reading. You did finish it though and it was worth it probably. It just meant today was going to be somewhat rough. It sure would’ve helped if you had time to grab coffee on your way but of course you had slept late.

When you made your way to your locker, you noticed a to-go cup and pastry bag sitting in your cubby. You stopped in your tracks, thinking about where it would’ve come from before you locked eyes with Cata. She gave you a knowing smile from where she sat across the room.

“Bon dia, mi vida,” your girlfriend made her way over to you, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek.

You were about to pull her into a hug when Patri yelled across the room at you, “Ay, (y/n), can you tell your girlfriend to bring some for the rest of us next time?” Your only response was an eye roll and shake of your head while Cata grumbled at her in Spanish, trying to hide the growing blush on her face. It was cute how she knew her friends would bug her about “going soft” for you but still was willing to do it anyways. Especially today, when her leaving your coffee in your cubby would surely catch someone’s attention.

Your girlfriend sat down next to you while you started to get ready for training, “hey, thank you for the coffee, amor.”

She shrugged, brushing it off, “I figured you were up late since you said you were almost done with that book you’ve been reading. I assume you stayed up to finish it?”

“You know me too well, Cata Coll,” you chuckled lightly at her as you took a big drink of your coffee, relieved by both the caffeine and how well your girlfriend knew you.

“If you need something to read next, I picked up a book for you that Ingrid was talking about, it seemed like something you’d like. You could come over after training?”

You stood up now, offering her your hand to help her up, “you know I’ve told you that you don’t need to keep buying me stuff,” you left a quick peck on her lips as she stood up to join you. “But I will absolutely be coming over after training. Maybe we could take a nap together?” You looked at her hopefully, already expecting how exhausted you’d be after training. Cata gave you an excited nod as you joined Patri and Pina to walk out to the pitch.

You ended up training late, staying to work on penalties with Alexia. Cata already knew you’d be meeting her at her place when you were done so you took your time making your way back. When the two of you reached the locker room, you noticed a small pile of things in your cubby that wasn’t there before.

“Cata leaving you things again?” Alexia smirked at you, knowingly. She peeked over your shoulder as you looked at what your girlfriend had left for you- her hoodie that she had been wearing this morning, a protein bar, and a small note from her.

Hola, mi vida! Hope you had fun with Alexia! I’ll be here whenever you’re done. Don’t take too long though, I’m making your favorite! Drive safe and see you soon. I love you! -C

She had signed it with a heart, just like she always did which made you smile. You loved how she always left you notes like this instead of just sending you a text. The way that it took her more effort to find something to write on and write out her thoughts for you instead of just texting you on her way out the door made it feel like she really cared about you getting the message. You put the note in your bag, saving it to add to your box of other notes from her, while finishing off the protein bar.

Cata always seemed to know exactly what you needed no matter how small it was. There were times when she’d drop a significant amount of money on you without a second thought but it was things like this that you appreciated the most. The day to day things. The things that just made your life that much easier. Things that made it clear that she was constantly thinking about you and making sure you had everything you could possibly need.

Once you had showered, you threw her sweatshirt over your head and made your way to her house. As soon as you got in your car, you smiled at the polaroid picture your girlfriend had given you that always sat on your dash. It was a picture of the two of you, on a trip she had planned for you. You were sitting sideways on her lap with your head on her shoulder, smiling straight at her while she smiled for the camera.

Hanging above the polaroid was a friendship bracelet that dangled from your rearview mirror. Cata had made it for you of course. It had both of your initials surrounded by beads in each of your favorite colors. Some might say it was childish but you absolutely loved it. You loved the constant reminders of her in your life. When she had given you that bracelet, she had just returned from international break, excited to show you what she had made in her limited down time. That wasn’t the only one she had made you, you had plenty more sitting on your dresser at home as well. You cherished everything she gave you, keeping every note, every little gift. You could never thank her enough for everything did for you and the ways it made your life so much better.

When you made it to your girlfriend’s house, she greeted you from the kitchen. She seemed to be just finishing making dinner and just as she promised in her note, she had made your favorite.

“Hola, mi vida! I see you found my sweatshirt?” she smirked at you as you only rolled your eyes. She knew you were always chilly after coming inside from training but never thought to bring a sweatshirt of your own. “Food is almost ready. I stopped by the store to pick up some ingredients, which slowed me down, but it looks like it’s perfect timing.”

You joined your girlfriend by her side, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “Hmm, gracias Cata. You spoil me.” You cuddled into her side for a hug just as she set your plates down at the table.

She placed a long kiss on the top of your head, “you’re easy to spoil.”

The two of you were lulled into a comfortable silence as you ate dinner together. You enjoyed the slow evening with her after such a long day of training.

Both of you seemed to be lost in your food when suddenly she pushed her chair back and quickly stood up, “I almost forgot! Look what I found on my way home from the store!”

You watched as your girlfriend ran over to the counter again and grabbed a small bundle of flowers to show you. You couldn’t deny how perfect they were. “Gracias amor, they’re beautiful. But you really don’t have to-”

“I know! I know I don’t have to but I want to. Please just let me spoil you today?” She stuck out her lower lip, pouting at you, knowing you wouldn’t be able to say no to that face.

You rolled your eyes at her but couldn’t hide the smile on your face as you pulled her into you. She was always spoiling you with things like this and somehow still managed to surprise you as if it were the first time. You cupped her face in your hands as she smiled widely at you, proud of herself for finding all your favorite things. All you could do was pull her into a deep kiss in hopes of communicating how grateful you were for her. You felt her strong hands grab your hips and pull you even closer so your bodies were pressed against each other.

You hummed against her in appreciation for the sudden contact. You broke the kiss slightly. “Can it be my turn to spoil you now? Please?” Cata responded only by kissing you again, even harder, taking your surprise as an opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth.

You groaned against her, knowing you could never fully express your appreciation for her. She had no idea how grateful you were for the random things she was always leaving for you. The amount of thought she put into everything she picked out for you was priceless and no amount of sex would be enough to show her how much you loved it. It would have to do for now though and you sure would try- not that Cata could complain.

The rest of the love language series:

Perfect. A.Bonmati x reader. Quality time.

Silent communications. M.Leon. Physical touch.

Broken. P.Guijarro. Acts of service.

You know I love you. A.Putellas. Words of Affirmation

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