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[girlgenius1111]

i can take care of myself

barca femeni x reader hiding an injury

got a little stuck on the next part of pop back up, so enjoy this and tell me what you want to see in that :)

If you were to find a positive in the situation, it would be that there was too much noise from the crowd for anyone to hear the crack your ribs made as they broke. You'd been trying to block a shot, but your opponent hadn't seemed too worried about taking a high kick, and had slammed her foot, full force, into your abdomen.

You'd crumpled almost immediately, but the ball wasn't cleared well, so you staggered back to your feet, breathing hard. The pain felt like it was splitting you in half, every inhale agony, and you wrapped one arm around your stomach, trying not to double over. You were having a hard time concentrating, but suddenly the ball was back at your feet, and without taking the time to consider that you might be doing more damage, you lept forward, sprinting down the field. Adrenaline had taken over, and the pain in your side dulled briefly.

You were fast, passing several defenders who were caught off guard by the change of possession. There were still a few left, though, and you knew you needed to pass. You found Ona on the overlap, and cut in towards the box. She hit a perfect cross, and you launched yourself into the air, just barely getting your head on it. It was enough, though, and it sailed just passed the opposing goalkeeper, into the back of the net.

When your feet hit the ground again, your ribs erupted in pain, the temporary relief gone.

"Fuck," you groaned, collapsing to your knees. Your teammates were running to your side to celebrate, but were startled at your collapse.

"What is it? What hurts?" Ona questioned, the first to reach you. You reached out, grasping onto her forearm, and taking a throbbing deep breath.

"Ribs, just a bit. I'm fine," you gasped, rising to your feet just in time to catch an uncertain look on Ona's face, before your teammates were tackling you with hugs. You gritted your teeth as every touch to you sent a jolt through your body; you couldn't go off. There was no doubt in your mind that at least one of your ribs was broken, but the team was out of subs. You needed to win this game, and trying to beat another champions league team with only 10 players left for 15 minutes didn't seem so doable.

"Vamos chica!" Aitana shouted in your ear, as she jumped on your back. You bit back a groan, and mustered up a smile as Pina and Patri appeared at your side. Alexia and Irene were there too, but they were both looking at you much more sharply, eyes clocking your every movement.

As you and the girls let go and began to jog back to your positions, your captains stopped you.

"Are you okay? That was a hard hit," Alexia said, looking down at you.

"You look like something hurts," Irene continued.

You knew that if you told the truth, they'd make you go off. If you lied, and they found out, they'd be furious. You're only choice was to lie, and make sure they didn't find out, not even after the game.

"All good!" You said, shooting them both smiles before pushing past them to return to your position. They must have believed you, because they let you go, and you were able to finish the remaining 15 minutes.

It was agonizing, and you were close to tears by the end of the game, but you held it together until the final whistle. Instead of staying on the pitch after the game like you normally did, you were the first in the locker room, showering fast and changing before any of your teammates made it back.

Everyone was celebrating the win, talking and joking loudly, so they didn't notice when you slipped out, heading to your car. All you had to do was get back to your apartment, throw some ice on your ribs, and rest.

In the back of your mind, you knew everyone would find out eventually; there was no way to hide this for the entirety of the healing process. You weren't really thinking clearly though, brain muddled with pain

You took off your shirt when you got inside your apartment, allowing yourself to look at your abdomen closely for the first time. The left side was already bruising, a purple tint to the skin clearly visible. You experimentally pressed a finger to the area, letting out a hiss of pain, and immediately pulling your hand away. Definitely broken.

You got some ice, and laid on the couch, placing it as gently as you could over the contusion. You weren't really sure what to do now. It wasn't feeling any better; if anything, it was getting worse, every inhale, every small twist was uncomfortable.

As the discomfort grew, your resolve to keep this a secret weakened. Really, you just wanted someone to come and take care of you, not that you’d ever admit to that, or ask for it. It was lonely in your apartment, all alone, and the pain wasn't helping. You fought back tears, knowing that crying would only make it hurt worse.

In an attempt to distract yourself, you pulled your phone out of your pants pocket, intending to scroll through tiktok until you could move better. Instead, you unlocked your phone to several missed calls from about half your team. You were fucked.

Ignoring them further would only prompt them to come over, so you bit the bullet, and called Alexia back.

"Pequeña, where did you go?" She questioned upon answering, completely forgoing a greeting. She sounded mad.

"I went home," you replied.

"Why did you leave so fast?"

"I was tired. Long day," you said lamely.

"No, something is going on. What's wrong?" Alexia insisted. Her ability to read you was infuriating.

"Nothing is wrong, Ale, I promise," you told her.

"Then you won't mind if I come over to make sure?" She asked, frustration clear in her tone.

"I really want to go to bed, Capi," you started, but she interrupted.

"I'll be there in 5 minutes," she said, before hanging up the phone. 5 minutes. She must have already been on her way before you'd even called her back.

There wasn't much you could do. Alexia had a key, you knew she wasn't afraid to use it, and you also weren't sure if you could get up off the couch. So, you awaited your captain, knowing that she would figure out that you were hurt the minute she laid eyes on you. All the fight had gone out of you, and you had no energy left to convincingly hide your injury.

When Alexia knocked on the door, you sighed, before calling out to her.

"Use your key," you instructed. You heard her fumble with her keys as she responded.

"Why can't you let me in?" She questioned.

"I can't really get up," you told her. She cursed quietly in response, before the door swung open. She was wearing her Barca sweats, and she looked furious. She walked in, pausing to shut the door and take her shoes off, before making her way to the couch.

Stopping in her tracks, her jaw dropped at the state of your ribs.

"Dios mío, eres estúpido? Why didn't you tell anyone about this?" Alexia questioned, dropping to her knees next to the couch. You looked at her pathetically, shrinking under her hardened gaze.

"I didn't want you guys to have to play 15 minutes with only 10 players, we were out of subs," you argued, shutting your mouth when your words only seemed to aggravate her more.

"This happened then? Before your goal? And you played the rest of the game?" She asked incredulously, reaching out to run her fingers over your rib, her gentle touch starkly different than her tone. Still, you shied away from her hand, whimpering in pain at the movement.

"Stop moving," she told you, resting a hand on your shoulder. "I don't even know what to say. How could you put yourself in danger like this? You could have gotten hurt even worse. You don't even know what is wrong, you need scans and a doctor," she ranted, closely examining the fast forming bruise.

"Ale,"

"No. You complain all the time about us treating you like a child, yet you do something so reckless, make such an immature decision, I don't know what you expect."

You'd never really seen Alexia this mad, not at you. She had a soft spot for you, as most of the girls did, and normally you only saw her anger directed at people who'd been too rough with you. You knew that everything she was saying was true, but her words still stung, and you blinked back tears, staring hard at the ceiling.

She wasn't paying attention though, pulling out her phone and typing quickly. It rang in her hands, and she answered. You could hear Lucy on the other end, and you cringed, knowing that if Alexia was this mad, Lucy wouldn't be very much fun either. Alexia spoke quietly to Lucy, telling her that she needed help getting you to the hospital for scans, and that Irene and Mapi were already on their way. At this, you groaned, and Alexia shot you a look. She hung up, then, and you avoided her gaze.

"The girls will be here soon, and they'll help me get you to the hospital. I don't want to hear a single complaint, pequeña, not even one," she informed you. Her tone was still so upset, and you hated it. "How much does it hurt?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at you as if daring you to lie to her.

"A lot," you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Well, you probably have several broken ribs, so I'm not surprised. What were you thinking, y/n, honestly?" Now, she sounded disappointed, which was worse than angry, worse than upset. Your lower lip trembled, and you squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself not to cry.

"I'm sorry. I know you're mad but can you yell at me later?" you asked, voice cracking. When you opened your eyes to look at Alexia, her expression had softened completely.

"I'm sorry, pequeña, you're right, I can absolutely yell at you later," she said, and you huffed out a laugh before crying out as your diaphragm jumped, jostling your injury.

"No no, don't move, don't laugh... don't cry, pequeña" she said, panicking slightly as you began to cry; it was a nasty cycle, crying because it hurt, and it hurting because you were crying.

Alexia stood, sliding onto the couch as gently as she could, pulling your head into your lap.

"Hurts, Ale," you whined at the movement.

"I know, I know, just try to relax your upper body, take slow breaths," she instructed, hand running through your wet hair. She was amazed at how fast her anger with you had disappeared; the minute you'd started to cry, it had evaporated, and all she wanted to do was wrap you in a hug. Unfortunately, that would probably only make you hurt worse, so she settled for laying a hand on your forehead, thumb moving back and forth rhythmically.

"I'm sorry," you cried, overcome with emotion at your own stupidity.

"Alright, y/n, it's okay, focus on breathing. I'm not mad anymore, okay?" she assured you, and you blinked up at her, not sure if you believed her words.

"Idiota, y/n," a voice called, as your front door swung open once again. You didn't have to look to recognize Mapi's voice, and as you heard multiple pairs of footsteps entering the room, you figured the other girls had arrived as well.

"Cállate María," Alexia snapped, glaring at Mapi before her attention refocused on you. Mapi grumbled, but listened. The faces of Irene, Lucy, and Mapi appeared above you, looking down with varying levels of anger and concern.

"Everyone be nice, she's in pain," Alexia scolded, seeing how you cowered under the glares of your teammates.

"Count on Alexia to let y/n off the hook," Mapi said under her breath, rolling her eyes, but softening her expression. You were only half paying attention as Irene and Lucy inspected your ribs, their faces pinched with worry.

"She's not off the hook, but yelling at her now isn't going to do anything," Alexia defended.

"She needs to go to the hospital," Irene said quietly, and Lucy nodded in agreement. You didn't appreciate being spoken about like you weren't there.

"Do I get any say in this?" you tried, but when everyone turned to stare at you in disbelief, you folded quickly. "Hospital sounds good," you revised.

"That's what I thought," Lucy replied harshly. You glared at the wall behind her, not quite brave enough to glare right at her.

"Pequeña," Alexia called, drawing your attention back to her worried green eyes. "Can you walk?"

You hesitated. You were sure you could, but it would hurt. You didn't really feel like giving anyone anymore reason to be mad at you, though, so you nodded your head.

"Yeah, just help me get up," you responded. It took all 4 girls to get you standing, trying to move your upper body as little as possible. By the time you were on your feet, you were sweating, and your jaw was clenched.

"Y/n," Irene started, exchanging looks with the other girls.

"I'm fine, let's just get this over with," you cut her off. She nodded uneasily, and her and Mapi began to walk you towards the door.

"I wouldn't want to rush this too much, y/n, the sooner you get home, the sooner Alexia goes back to being mad at you," Mapi teased.

You winced, knowing she was completely correct.

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2 uncomfortable car rides, several scans, and a multitude of scoldings from different doctors, later, you arrived back at your apartment. You were feeling much better now, the drugs the hospital had given you working wonders.

You'd settled on your bed, propped up against the pillows, eyes drifting open and closed. Irene and Lucy made sure you were settled before leaving. Alexia still didn't let them yell at you, claiming you were "too high to really appreciate it," but you knew she just felt guilty for being too harsh earlier.

"You can go too, guys, I'm fine," you tried to tell Mapi and Alexia. Mapi was perched on the edge of your bed, watching amusedly as Alexia hovered over you.

"Oh, you're fine. Did you hear that, Ale? She's fine," Mapi mocked, and you groaned.

"I don't want to hear that phrase leave your mouth again for a while pequeña, because you clearly aren't," Alexia responded, not finding Mapi's comment as funny as Mapi herself did.

"This is exactly what I didn't want," you cried, shifting uncomfortably.

"What is?" Mapi questioned, suddenly more serious than she was a few minutes ago.

"This, you guys," you mumbled, clearly feeling the effects of the pain relief. "You shouldn't need to take care of me, I can take care of myself,"

"Si, because not seeking medical attention for multilpe broken bones definitely fills us with confidence in your ability to take care of yourself," Mapi replied, rolling her eyes.

"Is that why you hid it? You didn't want us to take care of you?" Alexia asked quietly, eyes searching yours.

"Didn't want to be a bother," you replied, seeming suddenly more alert than you had been a few seconds ago.

"Estúpida," Mapi stated, very matter of factly.

"María!" Alexia scolded again, but Mapi cut her off.

"You couldn't be a bother. You're just a kid," she said, and your lips pursed unhappily at that. "Si, you are, you are only 19. Asking for help doesn't make you a bother."

"Mapi's right, we're here because we want to be, we want to help you, y/n. You don't need to do everything yourself." Alexia insisted, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. You didn't look very persuaded. "Just try to let us help, please?"

At this, you nodded hesitantly. Somewhat satisfied, Alexia carefully tucked you in.

"Sleep. We'll wake you up in a couple hours for more medicine." Your eyes widened.

"You're staying?" You asked, voice unmistakably vulnerable. Both girls smiled reassuringly at you.

"Of course we are," Mapi said, tone leaving no room for doubt or argument.

"Okay," you stated, body relaxing against the pillows, eyes already sliding shut.

Alexia and Mapi exchanged triumphant looks. It was a step for you, clearly. They weren't even sure they'd still need to yell at you tomorrow.

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Tillie teasing \\ Mapi Leon x reader

2017

Stepping off the plane in Barcelona, the heat immediately hits you in the face. After clearing customs and collecting the many bags you've brought, a woman holding a sign with your name and the Barca logo under it waves you down. You find out she's the assistant manager and that the team sent. After anxiously fiddling with your fingers, the car turns into Barca's training centre. Backpack in hand, you follow the assistant manager as you meet all the behind the scenes people.

When meeting the team, you look eyes with who you believe is 'Maria'. She smiles at you and holds her hand out for you to take. When someone starts speaking to the both of you, your hands drop and a subtle blush both of your cheeks. You nod as you got the basics of the conversation, something about you and Mapi and an apartment. A soft nudge in your ribs turns you towards the brunette. She holds out her phone and you see google translate on.

Looks like we'll be seeing more of each other beautiful. They are putting us in the same apartment.

You smile and point to her phone as to say you want to type something. She nods and you type away.

Can't wait gorgeous :)

After the flirty interaction, you both move to the locker room and field to check it out. Since you both don't have to participate in this training, coach says you can go home and rest. The same driver from the airport takes you and Mapi to the apartment.

2019

Throughout the 2018/19 season, you, Alexia and Mapi become the Aussie/Spanish trio no one needed but everyone loved. You taught them English and they taught you Spanish in return, allowed Barca to organise more media interviews in the 2nd language. Alexia noticed over the last couple of years how smitten you both are with each other so she decided now is the time to meddle.

"Hola y/n/n, are you free tomorrow at 7?" Alexia asks as she swings an arm over your shoulder.

"Yeah, why?"

"Maps, are you free?" Alexia ignores your question as she turns to Mapi on her other side.

"Depends"

"Great. I'm not so enjoy your date chicas!"

You and Mapi look at each other before laughing at what had just happened. You and Mapi walk to the car talking about who should plan the date.

Safe to say the date led to both of you confessing your love for each other and the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

2020

Before anyone realised, the world was shit down due to covid. You were extremely anxious the first few weeks as the area in Australia where your family and friends live got Covid first. Then you and Mapi saw how fast it was spreading in Spain. Mapi had been your rock through it all. She always was there to distract you from the news from outside. Since you were in lockdown with the rest of the world, you couldn't see your best friends from the Tillies so you all had to resort to Zoom calls.

"So y/n/n, what's up with you and Mapi?" Macca teases as she wriggles her eyebrows in a playful way.

"Nothing is go- hola bebé" Mapi leans over and kisses you quickly before you realise how she's dressed.

"Nothing going on my ass!" Sam yells out, focusing you back on the call.

"Okay we're dating but you cannot tell a single soul. I mean it"

"Oooh protective y/n/n"

2021

Early in this year, the Tillies had a camp in Australia for the Olympics qualifers for Tokyo. Spain had a break during this time so Mapi though she'd come and support you and you girls (but you didn't know that). Currently; you, Sam, Macca, Caitlin, Steph and Alanna are eating breakfast when the woman of the hour calls you. Macca looks at your phone and her eyes go wide at the name.

"Hola bebita"

You stand up and move away from the table to escape their teasing, oh how wrong you were. When you come back the girls are making kissy faces at you and you shush them before anyone sees.

"How's lover girl?" Sam asks with a mouthful of banana.

"Fine, bored without me I think"

"Yeah, I bet she is" Macca mumbles before being elbowed by Caitlin.

A few hours later, you all arrive at the stadium for teh game against China. You are in the starting lineup alongside Sam and Caitlin. For some reason you are nervous, even though you shouldn't be. You receive a text from Mapi of her decked out in your yellow jersey and dark green shorts.

Maps 🔥: not sure which one you're wearing so I'll wear both :) good luck out there mi amor, go qualify for the olympics <3 p.s. i love you princesa 😘❤️'.

You: we're wearing the yellow so your pants need to come off now? 😉 Thank you for watching mi amor, it means a lot ���️ p.s.s. i love you too. talk after xx

With a boost of confidence, you walk out with your team and made sure you win. After the first half, Australia was still goalless, sam eas China. Going back on the pitch, everyone gives it their all then disater struck. China got a goal. 1-0. You gave Sam and Caitlin the look and you all work in overdrive. Meanwhile in the stands, Mapi was stressing. She knows how important this game and any Matildas games are to you. Normal game time finished and 4 extra minutes were added. You look up and see the extra time and yell to the girls. Within 2 minutes of that, you get a through ball from Caitlin and non one is around so you take a shot. You know it's going in but you check anyway and start running around like a crazy person. Alanna pushes you down and starts a dog pile. The game quickly restarts and then the whistle blows for full time. You wave out to the crowd and see the familiar neck tattoo. You run over to your mismatched girlfriend and hug her tightly.

"What are you doing here?"

"Wanted to surprise you princesa"

You respond by kissing her and pulling away before too many teammates saw.

"I fly out tomorrow. Are you coming with me?"

"Of course, I'll change the flight tonight"

"Meet me at the hotel and you can stay with me" Mapi nods and gives you a quick kiss before moving back for the fans to meet you.

Little do you know, your best friends were watching the whole interaction. You walk back to your friends and they start making kissy faces so you walk away, making them look like idiots.

Back at the hotel, Mapi is waiting texting you every minute if you're here. You get inside and spot her instantly. Mapi feels two arms go around her waist and a kiss on her cheek, she relaxes instantly.

"Ready for bed?"

"Let me get my bag from my room and I'll come?" You nod before telling her the room number. A small peck and she's off towards the elevator.

You feel a sharp slap on you back and you look towards Macca, giving her a death glare.

"I'll stay with Lani tonight"

"Thanks Macca"

After going up to your room, you see Mapi waiting outside. You sneak up on her again and she give you a hard glare. The door unlocks and Mapi walks in, dropping her bag at the foot of the messy bed. Since you showered at the stadium, you get straight in bed signalling mapi to join you. You quickly change Mapi's flights and she's now on the same flight back sitting next to you. You cuddle up to the Spaniard and try not to fall asleep.

"Bebé?" Mapi whispers.

"Hmm?"

"I want to post us" You open your eyes and look confused and the heavily tatted woman.

"You want to announce us on Instagram?" You confirm and Mapi nods. You show Mapi the photo that one of the staff had taken and sent to you. Mapi agrees and you post it.

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ynyln: goals and surprises… best day in the office 🤩🥺

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marialeonn16: te amo princesa x

Ynyln: my baby ❤️

samanthakerr20: it’s about damn time

Ynyln: stfu

Mackenziearnold: no more secret keeping… yay! Happy for you xx

Ynyln: love you xx

caitlinfoord: so you both can visit now?

Ynyln: we will, promise!

2022

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Ynyln: six years later… can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together… te amo mi amor ❤️

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[pitchsidestories]

Big Reputation II Jenni Hermoso x Madrid!Reader

Masterlist I Word count: 3456

A/N: We hope you like this oneshot because it turned out quite long and we worked on it from time to time. As for the ones who requested fanfics with other players, don't worry, we're working on them, an Arsenal player will come next. ❤️

warnings: brief mentioning of injuries

31 January 2021             

FCB Femení vs. Real Madrid Femenino 4 :1

Goal scorers: Putellas (14), Hermoso (23), Oshoala (37, 70), Olga (81 p.)

With an amused smirk on her face Alexia Putellas put an arm around her friend’s shoulder:” Who are you looking at Jenni?” “No one.”, Jenni Hermoso replied, trying to hide the fact that the question of the midfielder caught her off guard as she was looking at a Real Madrid playing from afar. Another fellow teammate Irene Paredes who knew her all too well intervened laughing:” Lies.”

“Just checking out the opponent.”, the black-haired woman brushed it off smiling confidently. Unconvinced Alexia teased her: “Oh sure, miss professional.” “What?!”, Jenni pretended to be shocked. The defender nodded:” You’re checking her out, right Ale?” “Yeah, she is.”, the younger player agreed.  “Excuse me, chicas?”, the striker acted outraged. Seeing her friend having such an obvious crush on the opponent was very entertaining for Alexia who winked at her:” You’re excused. She’s kinda pretty.” “Thanks.”, Jenni answered, running through her hair with one hand.  

Loosing the first league El Clásico at home in Madrid with 4:0 made you even more hungry to challenge the Barcelona Women’s team now, especially because as a defender the received goals hurt you a lot. Without a question your motivation on this cold January was very high, nothing was better than revenge in the sport you loved. Meanwhile Ivana Andrés brought you back to the present moment, wiggling her eyebrows:” You’re being watched.” “By whom?”, surprised you turned your head to follow her gaze which was directed at the Barca players on the other side of the pitch.

Spotting them you shrugged it off:” Oh, I won’t make it easy for Jenni that’s for sure.” “Don’t worry, if she keeps staring at you during the game, you’ve got nothing to do.”, Olga Carmona commented grinning. Excited the older woman with the dark curls added:” Who knew you’d be our secret weapon?” “Girls.”, you blushed deeply, knowing full well that the other team was highly favoured, and you needed more than that to take them out of their game.  

A loud sigh escaped Olga’s lips:” Okay, fine. We’ll see how the game’s going.”  “Let’s win this.”, you brought back some optimism. Satisfied with the remark the youngest defender of the three of you said: “Please.”

That the game did not start well for your team was an understatement, you were starting to swim when Alexia scored in the 14th minute. Still, you tried to hold your teammates together:” Held your head high girls, we still have enough time to turn that game around.”  

The chance to score the equalizer was presented to the Real Madrid team through a corner kick. While Olga was getting ready to shoot, you were positioning yourself in the penalty area. A flirty voice which you knew belonged to Jenni whispered into your ear: “Hey, pretty girl.”

You didn’t even have to turn around. Jennis body pressed against your back to prevent you from having too much space. A lazy smirk appeared on your face; “If that’s your way to distract defenders, it won’t be working.“ “It won’t?“, she whispered, her lips close to your ear but your eyes stayed focused on Olga, who was taking a few steps back and kicked the ball.

You ran a few steps, leaving Jenni standing and jumped up but the ball was too high. It barely grazed the top of your head and bounced down in front of a Barcelona defender who kicked the ball wide. As you sprinted back to get into your position, you passed Jenni who winked at you; “Or maybe it did work.“ You shook your head in annoyance. Alexia bumped her shoulder to Jennis, nodding into your direction; “What did you say to her?“ “Oh, nothing important.“

You conceded the second goal barely ten minutes later. Your slide tackle came too late, Jennis ball already hit the back of the net. You were cursing under your breath while you got up from the grass. Ivana appeared next to you, patting your back; “Head up.“ “But…“ She gave a you a quick head shake that made you shut up instantly; “It’s okay. It happens.“ “Alright. The game is not over yet.“, you nodded determinedly after a deep breath. Olga smiled weakly; “That’s what we want to hear.“

To your disappointment, the game ended with a 4:1. You grimaced while the final whistle blew and the Barcelona players ran towards each other, celebrating their win. You tried to ignore them while you made your way across the pitch to your tired and upset teammates and didn’t realise that Jenni had left her team. “Jenni, where are you going? We want to celebrate with the fans.“, Mapi called her back. The striker waved her back; “Go ahead. I’ll be with you in a minute.“

She followed you to the other side of the pitch where you pulled up Olga from the turf; “Olga, don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re young and we’ll learn from that. Next time it’ll be better. Promise.“ The other player nodded silently and was pulled into a hug by Ivana. You turned around and found yourself face to face with Jenni; “You.“ “Yes, hi. Good game.“, she smiled at you. You wrinkled your nose in response; “Thanks but you don’t have to lie.“ “I don’t.“ “So, why are you not celebrating with your team?“, you asked, getting slightly annoyed. Jenni shrugged; “I was going to. I just wanted to tell you that.“

“Don’t you want to have her number too? Or her jersey?“, Olga piped up with a laugh. “Olga!“, you scolded her. But Jenni gave her an appreciative smiled; “Actually a good idea. I’d like both.“ “You’re even more greedy than I thought, Hermoso.“, you rolled your eyes. Unimpressed, Jenni looked at you; “Will you give it to me now?“ “Yes, if you give me yours in return.“ “Fair, enough.“, she laughed, pulling her jersey over her head.

“Because it’s getting really cold.“, you added, handing her your own shirt. Jenni laughed; “Oh, please. Here you go.“ “Thank you.“ Olga provided you with a piece of paper and a pen so that you could note down your phone number. You shoved the note into Jennis hand and pushed her away with a grin; “Now go back to your teammates!“ “On my way.“, she winked at you before disappearing between the other Barcelona players.

In December you were supposed to play again against Barcelona. After your match in January Jenni and you became a couple. During the phone call with your now girlfriend, she asked you what you wished for this Christmas you both were supposed to celebrate in Madrid. A soft chuckle escaped your lips:” What I want for Christmas, mi amor? A win against your team of course.”

“Something more realistic, please.”, the tattooed Spanish woman laughed. Playfully dramatic you gasped for air: “More realistic?” “Like a unicorn or a dragon. I can make that happen. But not a win against us.”, with your eyes closed you could see her shaking her head. “Rude.”, you huffed.

Softly Jenni replied: “It’s true though.”  “See you there.”, you answered. Cheerfully she chirmed:” Good luck.”  “Not to you.”, you teased her. You could imagine the dark-haired woman grimacing:” Thanks. Appreciate it.”

You both ended your call with how much you loved each other while you could see your neighbours putting up their fairy lights on their terrace bringing light into the darkness. Maybe that beam of light shone Madrid to a win against their rival.

12 December 2021

Real Madrid Femenino vs. FCB Femení 1 :3

Goal scorers: Martens (8, 23), Paredes (18), Asllani (52)

Sadly, your hopeful dreams were quickly trampled on by Lieke Martens who shot two goals quickly, so did Irene Paredes. In the second half Kosovare Asllani scored but that did not change that Real Madrid lost once again against Barcelona. 

The defeat was audible in your voice as you turned your back to Jenni:” No, leave me alone, Jenni.” “Oh, come on.”, the forward tried to console you.  Cooly Olga intervened:” Go.” “Calm down! Not my fault that you lost.”, the Barcelona player shouted furiously. “No, but it’s no fun, let me tell you that.”, you muttered. Surprised you looked up to your girlfriend who handed you a small gift:” It’s still 12 days to go until Christmas.” “Yeah, I know. Maybe it cheers you up.”, Jenni shrugged her shoulders. Carefully you touched the bow holding the small package together:” Do you want me to open it right now?” “Whenever you want.”

Swiftly you opened the present:” A key?” “Not just any key.”, the forward explained seriously. Rolling her eyes Olga commented drily:” If you’re saying that this is the key to your heart I’m going to vomit.” That was the moment Ivana dragged the younger defender away from you. In an honest tone your girlfriend said smirking: “I’m not that romantic.” “It’s to your place.”, you realized.

Clearing her throat, she nodded: “It’s.”  “You trust me that much?”, you asked moved.  Warmly the older woman giggled: “I do trust you that you won’t come into my house and steal all my stuff.” “Yeah, I won’t do that.”, you admitted with an amused smile on your lips.

Uncharacteristically nervous Jenni went through her hair with one hand: “You can choose when you want to come or leave that way.” “Sorry, I was so harsh to you earlier.”, you apologized. Earnestly she looked at you: “It’s okay. You’ve got your key now. If you need to be alone, that’s fine but if you want to come to my place, you know how.”  “I appreciate it.”, you gave her a kiss on the cheek. Hopefulness bloomed in your girlfriend’s face: “I’ll see you later. Or maybe not.”

Jenni was at her place when you used the key to her door for the first time. “Hi.“, you said quietly. Jenni looked up; “Oh, hi.“ “You said I could come, so…“, you started. Jenni smiled; “Yes, of course. Don’t stand in the door. Come in.“ You slipped in and let the door fall closed behind you; “I’m coming.“ You followed your girlfriend into her kitchen. Jenni looked at you thoroughly; “Sorry about earlier.“ “No, you said a win was not realistic.“, you shook your head.

Your girlfriends eyebrows knotted together; “I was joking. Anything can happen in football.“ “That’s true. I still believe this club could challenge yours one day…“, you thought out loud. “I’m sure you will. Real Madrid’s womens team is still young.“ With a sigh, you sat down at her kitchen table; “Right… Is it okay if we don’t talk about the game tonight?“ “Of course.“ Jenni sat down with you. “Thanks.“

As promised, Jenni changed the topic effortlessly; “Did you have dinner yet?“ “No, what about you?“, you replied. The striker shook her head; “I was about to order something but I couldn’t decide. Do you want to pick?“ A smile spread across your face; “From our usual place?“ “Sure.“

13 March 2022

FCB Femení vs. Real Madrid Femenino 5:0

Goal scorers: Putellas (41, 43), Guijarro (60), Peter (65 o.g.), Hermoso (82)

The next El Clasicó was played in March. Barcelona once again didn’t make it easy for Real Madrid. In the 60th minute, you had the chance to break through. You made a run for the ball but as you turned, you could feel a pop and a sharp pain in your knee. You immediately went down while the ball rolled out of play.

Alexia dragged on Jennis jersey who quickly made a few steps towards you; “Keep your head in the game, Jenni.“ “My head is exactly where it’s supposed to be, Ale.“, she replied cooly when she saw your own teammates race towards you. Alexia nodded courtly; “Good.“ “It’s not a big deal.“, Jenni stated, more to herself than to Alexia.

Ivanas head appeared above you at the same time; “Hey, what’s wrong?“ “My knee…“, you answered, trying to sit up, but Olga immediately held you back: “Don’t move. The medical staff is coming.“

You nodded bravely and let the physios assess your injury. Ivana grimaced in sympathy, seeing your pained expression; “Shit. This doesn’t look good.“ “She’ll be subbed off. Obviously.“, Olga nodded while the two watched you being helped off the pitch.

The game ended with another win for Barcelona. On their way to the dressing rooms, Jenni stopped Olga; “Olga, where is she?“ The Real player shrugged; “How am I supposed to know? I was on the field, just like you.“ “Sorry, I thought you might.“, Jenni shook her head. Sighing, Olga put a hand on her upper arm; “Wait here. I’ll go check in the dressing room for her.“ “Okay.“ Jenni watched Olga leave and return a few minutes later.

“And?“ “It’s her knee. It’s not looking good.“, the Real player explained what Jenni already knew. Impatiently, she asked; “Can I see her?“ “Yes, go in.“ Jenni didn’t wait for her, she went straight into Real Madrids dressing room. With your knee bandaged to prevent swelling, you looked up at your girlfriend; “Congrats to your goal.“ “Thanks. But it’s hard to celebrate when you had to be helped off the pitch.“, she replied earnestly.

“Trust me, I did not want to leave the game that way either.”, you swallowed hard. Quietly the Barcelona player lifted your chin, so you had to keep your focus on her: “I know that.”  “Not in the year of the euros.”, you whispered, tears shot in your eyes while the realization was hitting hard. 

Empathetically Jenni stroke your hair:“Hey, don’t think about that yet.” “It’s hard not to do that.”, you mumbled.  Smoothly she reminded you: “I know that. But it’s in the future.” “And now?” “Now we have to wait for a diagnosis and your rehab.”, the dark-haired woman pulled you into a hug hoping to lift a bit of the weight on your shoulders. Loudly you sighed:” Alright.”

After your ACL injury was confirmed, Jenni proposed her idea to you which you answered promptly:” Moving in with you? But you’re living in Barcelona?” “And?”, your girlfriend gave you an expectantly look.  “And the rehab process can be ugly.. I might say awful things to you. Why are you grinning?”, you listed all the things which could go wrong.

A bright smile appeared on the forward’s face:   “I hope you do say that to me.”  “You’re so weird.”, you laughed. Playfully shocked Jenni repeated: “I’m weird?” “Yes.” “You’re weird.”, she disagreed with your earlier comment. Now it was your turn to react offended: “Me?!” “Yeah.” You pressed on:“Why?”

“You don’t want to come to Barcelona with me.”, your girlfriend pouted. Slowly you admitted to yourself and her, not without a joking tone in your voice: “I do but I’m not sure if you can handle a madridista.” “I’m sure.”, Jenni confirmed sincerely. “Okay, we can do this.”

19 November 2023

FCB Femení vs. Real Madrid Femenino 5:0

Goal scorers: Bonmatí (17), Hansen (43), Caldentey (45+1), Pina (90+1), Vicky (90+3)

It was a sunny and warm November day while both teams were doing their round in the Estadi Johan Cruyff. Concerned you walked up to Alexia:” Ale, how’s your knee doing? You’re not playing?” “No, I’m out.”, she told you with a sad smile on her face. Cheekily you replied: “I’m sorry to hear it as your friend but as a player for Madrid.”

“Don’t worry, I trust my team enough to believe they can still beat you. Even with you back.”, her smile deepened at your teasing words, but the midfielder hinted on the time you both were out with an ACL injury missing out on the Euros in which your team was under the favourites but did not win after all.

“We’ll see about that, more serious you continued, but you’re still joining us for dinner afterwards, right?” She padded your shoulders, showing the warm side of her few people get to see of her:” Of course.”

You gave her another warm smile before turning away to head towards the changing room. While Alexia watched you leave, Jenni who was set to commentate on this El Clasico appeared on her side; “Ale, I’m really proud of how she came back from that injury.“ “You can be, she’s tough.“, Alexia nodded, her gaze now shifting towards the fans that filled the stadium.

Jenni watched her former team mate from the side; “Yes but I’m glad you two had each other during that time too.“ “Me too, trust me. It was a good idea to let her do the rehab in Barcelona.“, Alexia replied, her jaw set as she turned back towards Jenni. “Agreed.“

The midfielder raised her eyebrows at her friend; “But now she’s back in Madrid.“ “And I’m in Mexico.“, Jenni added with a small sigh. “How did you make that decision?“

The dark-haired forward tilted her head pensively; “It wasn’t easy.“ “I can tell.“, her former team mate replied. “You do?“ Alexia gave a short nod; “Yes. But you got to go. Your new job is waiting.“ A defiant smile appeared on Jennis face; “Exciting.“ “I’ll see you after the game. With three more points for Barcelona.“, her friend laughed in reply.

All three of you experienced the game from different places in the stadium. Jenni sat with some journalists, Alexia with her team mates and you were standing on the grass while Barcelona beat Real Madrid with 5:0.

Of course, the Barcelona players were in a good mood as soon as the final whistle blew but Jenni barely had time for some more small talk with Alexia; “If you excuse me, Ale.“ “Hey! Seriously? You’re leaving me for a Madrid player?“, Alexia yelled after her as she crossed the grass.

Grinning, Jenni answered; “She’s my fiancée!“ “You were not supposed to tell her that yet!“, you laughed, playfully hitting Jenni. “Excuse me?“, came from Alexia, more amused than offended. “Just great.“, you mumbled while Alexia caught up with you two. “Why didn’t you tell me that?“ “Before the El Clasico?“, you replied innocently. “Yes!“ Uncertain, you admitted; “Felt weird with Jenni there too…“

A smile spread across Alexias face; “I don’t blame you. I was expecting to hear it from Jenni anyway.“ To your surprise, you felt her arms around you as she wrapped you in a hug.

Simultaneously, Jenni explained; “We wanted to tell you at dinner.“ “That’s way too late!“, Alexia complained, releasing you from her embrace. You smiled at the two friends and took a step back, pointing into the direction of the dressing rooms; “I’ll leave you to it.“

“No, stay.“, Jenni said and grabbed your wrist. But Alexia shook her head at her friend and gave you a gentle smile; “We’ll talk about it at dinner.“ You took this as your sign to disappear into the dressing rooms for a nice, warm shower.

“But you’ll be my best woman right Ale?”, Jenni asked the blonde. Playfully the midfielder told her: “I’ll think about it!” “Don’t you dare saying ACL bonds are stronger.”, the dark-haired woman groaned.  The younger player shook her head:“No, I’m saying I should have known first if you want me to have a special role in your wedding.”

 “Who says there is only a wedding?”, Jenni replied with an innocent look on her face. Confused Alexia furrowed her brows:” What’s that supposed to mean?” “We’ll tell you at dinner.”, the woman who played in Mexico promised. With a pout on her lips the Barcelona player turned away: “I hate you both.”

Freshly showered you came back in time to hear her last words declaring:” No, you love us!” “Not sure about that.”, the blonde chuckled. You threw an eyebrow up:” Do you believe her, Jenni?” “No.”, your fiancée answered. Smirking you agreed with her:“Me neither.”

“She’s just bluffing.”, the raven-haired woman observed. Still pouting Alexia defended herself: “I want to know what you were hinting at earlier!” “Can we go to dinner first?”, Jenni wanted to know. The midfielder shrugged it off: “Sure.”

After you had a delicious dinner Alexia looked expectantly at you both:” So, will you girls tell me now everything?” “Sure, we have the time now.”, you nodded. Quickly Jenny left the table only to return with something which would make Alexia tear up more than an engagement ring could.

You might have lost every el clasico but it brought you closer to the person you fell in love with and for this you were grateful. Although you’d love to win it in the future but it would be on pause for a while because some things were more important than football.

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[alexiaput3llas]

Game of Love/ Alexia Putellas x Reader

Warnings: Nothing but fluff. Maybe one swear word

Author: So this is my first time writing, because I always wanted to try it and I have to say I´m a vey slow writer but it is a lot of fun. Also english is not my first language anyways enjoy (-;

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You barely get nervous, but here you are. You're about to head out to the pitch. It is the Champions League final 2024, and Barcelona is facing none other than the mighty Lyon. But this Barcelona is different from the ones that lost to Lyon before. This Barcelona is determined to win.

You get pulled out of your thoughts by a familiar hand on your shoulder. You recognize that touch among billions, and her scent will forever be your favorite. Alexia and you have been dating for four years.

You signed to Barcelona 6 Years ago and Alexia and you immediately clicked. You became friends with her on instant and after some time you started to devolve a small huge crush on her. What you didn’t realize that she felt the same, but after a night out with the team to celebrate your Copa de la Reina victory, where everyone, including Alexia, drank a bit too much, things between you and her got really heated and after some shameless flirting on both sides, grinding on each other on the dance floor and some more drinks, you found yourself the next morning in an unfamiliar hotel room with brown hair sprawled everywhere. You couldn´t help but admire her and hoped that also for her this was not only a one night stand. So after she woke up, you both got to talk and finally admitted your feelings for each other.

And here you are now, facing your lover, who only for you breaks her serious game face, which, in your opinion, is one of the most attractive things in the world, into an encouraging smile. "Are you ready, mi amor?" Alexia, of course, notices your nervous state. "You don't have to be nervous, okay? We are a different team now, and you have the season of your life." It is true; you have the season of your life and have already won the league. "Thanks, baby, I really needed that." She nods, gives you a quick kiss on the forehead, on your nose, your right cheek, your left cheek, and finally, your lips.

You can't help the butterflies that erupt in your stomach, and you smile into the kiss. "Break it up, lovebirds, will ya!" Mapi chuckles behind you. You break away from Alexia's soft lips, giggle, and hug your girlfriend. "I love you," you mumble in her neck. "And I love you more." She steps out of your embrace and kisses the top of your head. Just about when you wanted to protest that you love her more, she shuts you up with one final kiss to your lips and eventually takes her spot to lead out the team.

The game couldn't start any worse. In the third minute of the game, Ada Hegerberg scored a beauty, leaving Cata Coll no chance. In the 20th minute, it was 2:0 Lyon, thanks to Van de Donk. Only 5 minutes afterward, Ada Hegerberg scored her second goal of the evening, and it was 3:0. You immediately got flashbacks to Turin 2 years ago, but you had to shake these thoughts out of your head. Lyon presses high, and Barcelona was lucky not to concede any more goals. The ref blew the halftime whistle, and both teams headed to the changing rooms.

Everyone's heads hang low. I sit at my cubby talking with Aitana about strategies when I feel a presence next to me. It was Alexia, who immediately joined our conversation to outline the game. She placed one hand on my thigh and gave it a few encouraging squeezes. Jonathan came in: “Chicas, nothing is lost yet. We all know what we're capable of, and if anyone can turn the game around, it's Barca. Vamos!”. "VAMOS!" Everyone in the changing room knew that this game was not over, and with new hope and confidence, we headed out to the pitch to start the second half.

And with confidence, we played. We started the second half way better, and after only ten minutes, after an amazing pass from Alexia, Aitana could find the back of the net. And that was all we needed.

A corner kick, Mariona made it 3:2.

Alexia passed the ball to you, and you began to run down the field, suddenly having a lot of open space. Just as you were about to shoot, you felt some cleats colliding with your ankle, making you stumble to the ground in pain. Your ankle throbbed, and not long after, the medics arrived.

At the same time, Alexia shoved Ada, who made the tackle. "You could've hurt her. That has to be a fucking card!" Ada shoved Alexia back and growled, "I didn't fucking touch her. She fell to the ground because of nothing." Just as Alexia was about to respond, with what would have definitely been a hard push, Mapi grabbed her. "Ale, calm down. Let her go! Y/N needs you more. She isn't worth it." With one last angry glare at Ada, Alexia made its way to you. "Mi amor, are you okay?" "Peachy," you responded. "Is it bad?" Alexia mumbled to the physios. "No, it's alright. She's alright to continue to play."

The tackle was rewarded with a free kick, which Alexia easily slotted into the top left corner. You ran to her, and all gathered in a big hug. "Freaking yes, Baby. What a goal!" You gave her a secret kiss on her neck.

With now only 5 more minutes left on the clock, everything hurt. But you couldn't just give up. You sprinted to recover a ball and sent it to Patri, who dribbled around one Lyon Player and passed it back to you. And you did what you can do best. Shoot. You just took the shot. And…

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!" Everyone was screaming from the top of their lungs. Your shot probably won Barca the Champions League. With only a few minutes left, Barcelona did everything they could to defend their lead, and that was what you did. Throwing in every ball, running even though it hurt.

The whistle blew. Barcelona had done it. You are the champions of Europe once again. You sank to your knees, overwhelmed with emotions. You soon locked eyes with those sparkling hazel eyes, and a beaming smile made its way across your face, as does it with Alexia. You made your way over to her and pulled her into a tight hug. "I'm so proud of, Ale," you mumbled into her neck. "And I'm so unbelievably proud of you, mi amor. That goal was a beauty." You chuckled. "It still feels surreal. I mean, we won it now for the third time, but I never get tired of it." You looked up at her, and the desire to just kiss her grew inside of you. The way her eyes sparkled, her teeth-showing smile, and a look of adoration towards you only intensifies it.

Without hesitation, you fulfill your desire and press your lips against Alexia's. The taste of victory is sweeter than any championship, and in that moment, the world disappears around you. The cheers from the stadium, the flashing cameras, and the ecstatic teammates fade into the background, leaving only you and Alexia, lost in the celebration of your shared triumph.

Breaking the kiss, you rest your forehead against hers, breathing in sync as the magnitude of the moment sinks in. The elation, the relief, and the sheer joy are palpable, and you can't help but grin. "We did it," you whisper, more to yourself than to Alexia, as if saying it out loud would make the reality even more concrete.

"We did," she replies, her voice filled with a mix of happiness and disbelief. "I knew you'd make a difference, but that last goal..." She trails off, shaking her head in amazement.

The team gathers around, enveloping both of you in a collective embrace. Laughter, cheers, and the occasional tear of happiness mingle as you bask in the glory of the victory. Champagne bottles pop open, and the sparkling liquid showers everyone, marking the end of a long and challenging journey.

Amidst the jubilation, you steal a moment alone with Alexia. Hand in hand, you slip away from the chaos and find a quiet corner of the stadium. The echo of cheers becomes a distant hum as you lean against a railing, gazing out at the pitch where the triumph unfolded. She pushed you gently against the wall and kissed you softly, with so much love. After a few minutes, you broke apart and rested your foreheads together.

"It's incredible, isn't it?" Alexia murmurs, her eyes reflecting the shimmering lights of the stadium. "All those years of hard work, the setbacks, the victories, and now... this." She gestures to the field below, still alive with the energy of the recently concluded match.

You nod, a profound sense of accomplishment settling in your chest. "And to think it all started with that Copa de la Reina celebration."

Alexia chuckles, her hand finding yours. "A night we'll never forget."

And with that, you join your teammates again for the celebrations.

You knew that whatever will happen on the pitch, you would always have a safe place off the pitch.

Alexia

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[b14augrana]

hi! could you do a Barca x teen reader fic please! also if you could include Lucy in it then that would be great :)

ouuu i gotchu 💯 i tried my best with this one !!

‘Nervous’ — Lucy Bronze

Summary: Lucy piqued your interest as soon as you were brought into Barça’s first team.. for multiple reasons

Warnings:

A/N: This is set a few years back so Lucy is around 18-19 years old, and other people are around the same age! No smut because 🫥🫥, but some slightly suggestive content and shitty spanish

You were extremely excited for your move from La Masia to the women’s first team. Being a youngster, it was a big deal for you; freshly 17 and already getting a chance to play with the first team, it meant the world to you.

Your first training was a fever dream. You met everyone on the team and introduced yourself, and you immediately got along with Aitana Bonmatí. She was the one that stuck with you throughout the training and ran you through everything.

“There’s one more person you haven’t met,” she told you, making you look at her funny. “Lucy, our right-back. She was at a training camp with her international team and she was supposed to be back today, but her flight got delayed,” Aitana laughed, and she continued with her dynamic stretches. You did too, but your movements weren’t as energetic because you found yourself lost in your thoughts. ‘Lucy.. why does that ring a bell?’ you asked yourself, feeling oddly bothered by this member of the team that you didn’t even know yet.

Your mind was devoid of thoughts for the rest of the training. You participated in rondos and shuttle sprints and mini games and overall had fun while getting to know your new team. Even a small conversation with the coach praising your skills told you that practice was going well.

Aitana approached you after training, her water bottle in one hand and her headband wrapped around the other. “You did well today. Buen trabajo, chica!” she said with a smile. You returned the gesture and thanked her. You both started to walk to the locker rooms to change out of your training kit, but you went rather slowly.

“Do you live with your parents?” she asked, and you shrugged. “Eh, they live around here, but I stay in the dorms at La Masia,” you replied, and she shook her head.

“Tsk, come with me! We have a team sleepover every month, to bond. Everyone will be there so you have to come,” she said firmly, begging you to agree until you finally gave in, and she smiled widely.

You were extremely nervous. When the time came for you to return to your temporary bedroom and gather your clothes for the sleepover, you were brooding over all the possible outcomes of the evening. What if you said the wrong thing and they all started hating you? What if you went to the wrong house, or got the date wrong? Aitana did say it was tonight… right?

“Oye chica, vamos!” a voice called out, and you quickly recognised it as Aitana’s. “I’m coming!” you yelled back, shoving your pyjamas into your duffel bag and grabbing the first toothbrush you could see, stumbling out of the room. The Spaniard was waiting outside of your room, her arms folded across her chest. “A taxi is waiting for us on the street,” she explained, and you nodded as you walked down the hall with her.

Once you had left the academy complex and gotten out onto the main street, you saw that she was right; Ona was standing by the curb with her bags, and a taxi was parked behind her. She was chatting with the driver before she turned around and smiled, pointing to you and Aitana and then saying something to the driver. You two walked over to the backseats and Ona strolled to the other side, flinging the opposite back door open and slumping into the seat. Aitana crammed in the middle and you were on the far side.

It didn’t take long for the taxi driver to deliver you to your destination. You three thanked him and apologised for the wait vigorously as you shuffled out of the car, hauling your bags with you. “Gracias taxista,” Ona said, struggling to fit herself and her large bag out of the door. Eventually, when you were all out, Aitana opened the gate to her house and you guys went in.

She had a nice house; it wasn’t anything too grand or fancy, it had a welcoming feel and actually felt like a home, which you thought spoke to Aitana’s character very well. You took your shoes off on the porch and carried them in, placing them beside the front door. A few minutes were spent looking around and getting familiar with the place before a loud bang from behind startled you.

“Patri– oi, where’s Patri?” a voice yelled, followed by multiple laughs. “She’s stuck on the gate!” another voice exclaimed through laughter, and Aitana flung open the door upon hearing this to reveal Patri on the gate by her shirt as they had said, and Mariona, Keira and Caroline rushing over to help her as Alexia tried to contain her laugh and Mapi clutched onto the wall for dear life as she cackled.

Ona let out a loud laugh as she ran over to see what the commotion was about, and she joined Mapi in howling with laughter against the wall. Patri eventually got to her feet and scowled at everyone, but as she was picking her bags up a smile appeared on her face. Patri — you would later figure out — was terrible at staying serious. They clamoured into the house and ran into the lounge, jumping onto the sofa and leaving their bags on the floor.

Mariona and Keira just managed to dodge the crowd of Ona, Patri and Mapi jumping stomach-first onto the couch, and Ona actually got unlucky and slid off the edge and landed on the floor.

Aitana and Caroline disappeared to drag out the spare mattresses that everyone would be sleeping on while Alexia helped Mapi up. You stood on the side, leaning against the wall, laughing at the scenes. At first sight, you’d think that Barcelona was the most serious team on the planet and they had no interest in doing anything other than preparing to be the best, but in reality it was the exact opposite; they were just girls doing what they loved at the end of the day.

Aitana and Caroline ushered everyone out of the way and dropped the mattresses right in the middle of the living room, then flung all the pillows that they could find on top. Keira and Caroline set their beds up on the couch though, and you hesitated to set up your sleeping area.

“Sleep on the mattress, (Y/N)!” Ona said, motioning to the ground. “Are you sure?” you asked shyly. Ona rolled her eyes jokingly, “No, I’m not sure,” she laughed, and then she beckoned to you, “Come down here!”. You smiled and bent down, unravelling one of the blankets Aitana provided and spreading it across the mattresses.

All of a sudden, you were all stopped in your tracks by a loud knock. You looked at each other, confused and slightly concerned. “Did you guys invite someone else?” Aitana asked the group, and they all shook their heads. “Frido is at the physio and Marta is still in Mataró…” Mariona said quietly. Cautiously, Aitana stood up and creeped towards the door, opening it swiftly. A gasp of surprise was heard before she exclaimed, “Lucy!”

Everyone jumped to their feet and sprinted to the door, but you were frozen in place. You stepped forward and peeked around the corner to get a glimpse of the woman that everyone was hugging and greeting.

She wasn’t too much taller than the others but you could tell that she was the same right-back Aitana told you about. She had muscles, and she looked strong. She was smiling and her hair was thrown into a bun and her eyes landed right on you. ‘Shit!’

“Who is this?” Lucy asked, motioning to you, her eyes fluttering up and down as she observed you and her smile didn’t fade. “Oh, that’s (Y/N). She’s the new teammate from from La Masia that Jonatan said was joining,” Ona explained.

“Nice to meet you, (Y/N). I’m Lucy,” she introduced herself. You already knew that she was Lucy, but she didn’t know that. Your words got caught in your throat for a moment before you nodded and smiled back. “Nice to meet you too,” you said quietly.

The woman intimidated you, not because she was scary, but because she was extremely good looking. The only downside was, she looked older than you. You had to constantly remind yourself around these girls that you were 17 years old, and you couldn’t go for Lucy even if you wanted to.

You sat down, trying to act nonchalant, and you watched from the corner of your eye as Lucy put her bag and her suitcase towards the side and slumped on the couch. She leaned back, putting her arms at her head and spreading her legs, relaxing her body.

Your body was far from relaxed when you saw this. It tensed up and you could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks. To brush it off, you grabbed the front of your shirt and acted like you were hot, fanning yourself with it. Maybe not the smoothest trick, but it worked.

Questions were being thrown around, asking Lucy why her flight was delayed and how the England camp was and whatnot, but you weren’t really focusing. She had said that it was because of some weather issues or something like that… you hadn’t caught it.

“So, (Y/N)..” Lucy started, turning to look at you. “How old are you?” She looked interested, her lips curled into a small smile.

“I’m, uh.. 17,” you replied, meeting her gaze. You tried to hold it to prove to yourself that you weren’t as affected by her presence as you thought you were, but it was near impossible and you had to drop the eye contact because it was too intense.

She was intense. You could tell that she could tell your behaviour was off and you normally didn’t act like this. She was probably feeding off it.. if you looked, she’d be smirking, looking at you with a soft of intrigue that would make you tense.

“17? You’re pretty young. Must be talented,” she remarked, and when you looked at with widened eyes, she simply winked. Nobody else around you acted like her behaviour was anything out of the ordinary — in fact, they hadn’t been paying attention to your conversation at all, and they were all talking amongst themselves.

“I thought you were at least a couple years older,” Lucy continued, making you raise an eyebrow, “Bit of a shame that isn’t the case.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You replied, not being able to help yourself and stay quiet which elicited a laugh from the woman. “Don’t worry about it,” said Lucy, shrugging it off.

She leaned over to whisper at you, baring her teeth at you through a teasing smile, “Too much for your little brain to think about.”

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[leah-lover]

Meeting again. Alexia × reader

Part 2

Reader comes back to Barca after 3 years.

The last 3 years have been a grind.

After I left Barcelona, I signed with Manchester city. Alexia and I haven't talked since that conversation at the door. My friends at the club were surprised at my sudden leave from the club we all thought I would retire at but I explained that I just needed a change of scenery and that if it all went well I would be back after one season. The fans were also shocked but I explained that for my mental health I had to leave and they understood that and supported my decision.

After I landed I stayed at Leila’s house while my affairs were getting sorted. The club was welcomùing and so were the girls. I had never played in the WSL before but it was a welcomed challenge. Their style of play was different, the culture surrounding the sport was different and so was the atmosphere, the support and the gay community.

All I focused on was my job. I Was friendly with the girls but never too close. I got fitter, healthier, faster, and more tactically efficient.

In my three years I won 2 WSL titles, 3 FA cups and 2 conti cups. We never made it to the champion’s league but the progress we made was enough for us to be feared globally.

My media presence and influence also grew. I had a disabled growth in the amount of following and input on the sales. Overall I was an entirely different person than the one I was before I left Alexia. The only true thing that mattered to me was myself and my growth.

By the end of my third season, after it had been decided we were the winner because of the difference in points between us and Chelsea, Leila came to me after practice one day.

“ hole chica, i need to talk to you about something.” She said after sitting next to me in the locker room.

“ Okay, go for it.” I replied.

“I noticed this a long time ago but I didn't know how to say it. You are giving my love. You haven't seen you in a long time. The cheerful, happy, complete you. Yes you have been doing well in other areas but you haven't been living a live amigo.” she said, caressing my back with her hand.

I looked up to her with a smile on my face, “ you are concerned, its cute, but don't be i am doing just fine.'' I said.

“ and that the problem you shouldn't be fine you should be more than, fine.” she said before I signed the camel out of her month. “ look so as to not hide anything from you, barca have contacted me.” she added.

Her statement has caused a jolt in my brain. Suddenly all the things that I had suppressed were coming back and all of Alexia back with it. But I stayed put and didn't move at all.

“ With Lucy now gone they need me to be the center back and want to build the old band back. They wanted me to open the conversation with you too but you weren't answering any of their calls or emails.” She said,

It is true Barca have been trying to contact you with no luck. The idea of barca was a distant thought in my brain. I couldn't do it. I couldn't be near her again, not when I just started to forget.

I remained silent and did not move, which prompted Leila to say. “ she drove you out of your club, your home, she doesn't deserve to stay in it while you suffer here. She should be the one suffering, not you. You love the chamipian’s league. You should go back and win it agin. You should fight to get back on the national team and play in the world cup. She has been getting a lot of the glory you deserve.” She was now angry.

“ Okay, I will think about just calming down,” I replied. I got my bags after that and left.

On my ride home all I was thinking about was the fact that she was right. I shouldn't hide away while Alexia is enjoying herself in Barcelona, not while she broke my heart.

As soon as I got home I called the president of barcelona. “ I heard you have a contract for me.'' I said as soon as he picked up.

The following weeks were hectic, me and Leila said our goodbye to the city girls and the staff. We packed up our bags and headed home.

This time she was the one living in my apartment. Our move has been kept quiet with only the necessary people knowing. The club wanted our home communing to be a total surprise. Leila and I negotiated both a multi year contract that we were both happy with.

After we were both settled in and at the start of pre season the club tweeted “ we can now officially announce that our og forward and center back are back safely home.'' The tweet was accompanied with a photo of both me and Leila signing our contracts.

The internet went crazy, we almost broke twitter with an announcement. I then thanked my city family with a post and logged off to prepare for my big day.

I was going to meet Alexia, the love of my life, the last person in my bed, my hero,and the reason for my heartbreak the following day.

I was very nervous so Leila opted to drive. We listened to music in hopes of getting nerves to calm down but with no luck.

When we arrived at the facility Leila held my hand and said “ we got this we are in this together. I smiled at her and started walking.

We went directly to the manager’s office. He gave us the rundown of everything and asked us to come to the field once we finished our fitness test.

We spent a couple hours in the gym getting our test done. Leila’s eyes never left mine reassuring me that everything will be okay. I managed to relax a little in the familiar space.

After we were done the physio asked us to go to the field.

All I could feel was my heart in my throat and the butterflies in my chest. Leila squeezed my hand to reassure me that it will all be fine.

I forgot what it felt like to be in the sun so that was all I was thinking about. Suddenly I heard clapping, Jonathan had introduced us to the team.

The first one to hug me was Ona, then Cata, Panos and all the rest except Mapi, Ingrid, Patri, Claudia and Alexia. They were all standing apart from everybody just watching as the rest of the team gave Leila and i hugs and kisses.

I knew this was gonna be hard but i didn't anticipate this. This will be more painful than hell will ever be.

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[lw6-woso]

Struggles (Barca Femeni x reader)

(gif is not mine)

Y/N L/N.

everyone knows your name.

the unstoppable 18 year old striker for both barcelona and England who was able to make young girls believe they can achieve anything at a young age. from winning the euros in 2022 including winning the young player of the tournament and the golden boot with scoring in every game you played in with England. and even more unbelievable when playing for Barcelona.

everyone knew and loved you it was hard not to, however you was a very private individual nobody anything about you really not even your team mates new much about her even though you have been playing along side them since the age of 16.

you had your little perks about yourself that make people think with how you played, your reactions to certain things and finally your habits of getting destracted when doing media fidgeting with your hair or fingers. they easily picked up on if people really anaysed your behaviour and the more that they looked and observe it all came together like a little puzzle piece,

you struggled massively deep down and the barca girls finally figured it out.

it was a normal day for the barca squad with it being a match day the only thing was that they were laying Real Madrid the teams rival everyone knew that whether you are in the academy, womens or men's team real madris were the biggest rivals. the team had made it to camp nou and they were sat in the changing rooms dancing and singing to music except one person you.

she was sat in her cub that was next to Alexias looking at the floor zoned out completely, the only people who noticed was Jenni and Alexia. they looked at each other from across the room confused, you never acted this way except when you had become ill with the flu but that had happened once you never get sick like EVER.

Alexia took it upon her self to drag you by the hand out of the changing room and into a deserted physio room that hadn't been used in year and was now a storage room. she moved you so you were sat on a seat and she asked

"hey are you okay you dont seem yourself"

"yeah i mean i havent been sleeping much must be coming down with something" i said quietly, after you had said that Jenni had walked in slamming the door louder than she had expected to making you jump out of your skin.

"hey chica"she said sitting next to me.

"im fine you guys dont have to worry" i said.

"no we are not doing this not today so your going to tell us what is wrong or ill bench you" Alexia said sternly.

Ale and jenni where your team mums ever since you arrive in barca they took you under they wings and protected you like there own, so they new everything and that included your little secret that you were hiding from the world, the fact that you had ADHD and had a long history of battling depression.

this came with a lot of issues with not just your career and education but everything in your life especially when it gets bad, and today you had a bad day, everyone has bad days and today was a bad day.

"im having a bad day i forgot that i had ran out of my ADHD medication and i have renewed it yet and my mind wont stop i just want to sleep" you said tears coming to your eyes clearing overwhelmed.

"hey hey its okay im going to go talk to jonaton okay see do youv feel up to playing today" jenni said.

"yes and no i dont know" you said confused and annoyed and jenni nodded and left to go see jonaton.

"come on lets get changed get some water and get warmed up see how you feel you might be a super sub today" Ale said hugging you.

"Ale," you asked.

"yeah" she asked.

"i want to tell everyone" you said.

"what the girls" she asked.

"yeah and the rest of the world i think it'll be good you know to tell my story my battle," you said.

"you never fail to amaze me you know that i think it's a great idea," she said and we walked into the changing rooms.

In that game it was decided for you not to play for your own well-being and you understood, you watched from the sideline watching your idles and your family thrash Real Madrid beating them 6-0.

everyone was on a high celebrating and you decided to do it then and there.

"guys," you said and the girls instantly stopped to listen.

"I thought you all deserved to know this I wanted to share that well I don't know how to say this but I have ADHD and I have suffered from depression it likes to creep back up in my life a lot and I want your help to raise awareness and help tell stories about mental health within the game I want to tell my story," they said and they all gave me small smiles, not smiles of sympathy but smiles of proudness and inspiration.

they all clapped and hugged me having a large group hug. and this is only the start of the long way to sharing everyone's stories within the wonderful game of football and the dark side that comes with it.

*3 months later*

i was sitting in a studio on my own cameras recording ready to tell me story one story out of the many stories that were going to be said, i had reached out to many big names in the footballing community and they were happy and ready to tell their story and help.

"Hi, I am Y/N and this is my story," you said.

"hi I am Alexia Putellas and this is my story"

"hi I am Leah Williamson and this is my story"

"hi im Viviane Miedema and this is my story"

"hi im Alex morgan and this is my story"

"hi my name is Ellen White and this is my story"

"hello im mason mount and this is my story"

"I'm Ian Wright and this is my story"

"everyone in the entire world has a voice no matter who you are or how you are struggling never be afraid to reach out you are not alone you will never be alone reach out, help others, and get help for yourself. your story matters just like all of ours we are no different from you everyone struggles some different from others you all have your story and that story and how you overcame your dark times could save someone else," you said.

the camera turned off and the screen turned black.

A/N-this was my first fic so please feedback would be appreciated the good and the bad :)

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[leclercloml]

Blaugrana Girl | PG8

pairing: pedri gonzalez x modric!reader

summary: barcelona's golden boy and La Liga's starboy, who've been single for a while and have finally started dating someone, and that someone turns out to be none other than the daughter of the famous midfielder of their biggest rival and the 2018 Ballon d'Or winner, Luka Modric.

genre: SMAU

warnings: google translated spanish and croatian, grammar mistakes i guess, incorrect match dates (to match the storyline)

author's note: I can't believe this is my first time doing a footballer fic even though football is my favourite sport alongside f1, anyways hope you guys like it

ynmodric

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ynmodric 🕶️🤍

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ynmodric

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yourinstagram no I still haven't forgave him for 2 goals against us but I guess he's kinda cool.

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pedri

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pedri força barça ye FUERZA TENERIFE!! 💪🏻💔🏝️

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ynmodric

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ynmodric no fire could ever burn the beauty of this place 🏝️

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judebellingham spending summer alone? Might be boring af.

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pedri

tenerife, canary islands, spain

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pedri summer break 🏝️

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ynmodric

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ynmodric it was supposed to be a surprise or soft launch or whatever but y'all are literal Sherlock Holmes, so here it is, the love of my life, the most precious thing to me, MY beautiful boyfriend, te amo bebe ❤️ (AND don't worry y'all dad approves)

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pedri te amo mucho ❤️

⤷ynmodric te amo mucho también❤️

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pedri te amo ❤️

⤷ynmodric Yo también te amo ❤️

pedri

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pedri my no. 1 fan aka the love of my life, te amo mucho ❤️

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ynmodric proud to be the no.1 of the most perfect boy known to mankind

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⤷ynmodric 📸; angry bird

⤷pablogavi I am not???!!!

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ynmodric Te amo mucho mi amor ❤️ (i love you so much my love)

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⤷username GOD IT'S ME AGAIN

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#pedri #pedri gonzalez #pedri x reader #pedri x you #pedri smau #fc barcelona #fc barça #football #football fic #footballer x reader

[barcalover86]

Cruel, but sweet (1)

Short Pablo Gavi book

For this sweet person: @soso5479

"Could you do a gavi book where the reader plays for Real Madrid and they have a match against each other"

We decided together that this is going to be the main topic:

Y/n being at the real madrid academy and she has a match with Barca (girls' team), and Pablo is watching her.

I really hope you will like this, I tried my best to make it as good as possible, if you don't enjoy something, don't hesitate to text me and we'll talk about it. Also, if you have an idea that you would like to happen here, comment or send me a message or request. Love you all!⚡️

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You were already at Camp Nou, the place where you had an important match with your rivals, Fc Barcelona. You were playing for Real Madrid, the team of your dreams since you were just a child.

Your family is a football lover, that being the main reason why they joined you in this academy. You were really good, people saying that you have a unique talent. Everyone loved you since the beginning, and you absolutely adored your teammates.

This game was important. Who wins, wins the ligue. You promised yourself to give your best and to not disappoint anyone.

Your family and friends were there, supporting you as always and you were waving at them, happily.

You were so nervous right now, seeing so many people watching you warm up. Especially since you found out that the players from Barcelona were going to be there.

You weren't the toxic type of fan. You respected both teams. Of course, you would answer if someone asked you that Real Madrid is your favourite, but you never said something bad towards their big rivals.

Yes, they won laliga, but now it's time for Real Madrid too.

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"I really have better things to do other than go to this game" said Gavi while standing on his chair, watching the players warming up. He was in no mood for football, all he wanted to do was to relax. He just won laliga and he had to go soon to the national team. Bad luck for him that Xavi made them all go to support the academy girls on this big day.

He wasn't a bad guy, he really wanted the girls to win because they totally deserved it, but right now he was too tired and wanted to do something that wasn't related to football. He wanted to relax this few days until he had to go to Madrid for training.

"It will be over soon, hermano" Pedri tried to console his friend.

"Who do you think will win?" asked Ansu.

"Ah, I really hope that our girls" replied Pedri.

"I hope that too, but the Real players from the academy are really good. It will be for sure an exited match. You won't get bored, Gavi" laughed Balde.

The boy only rolled his eyes and laughed. It will be for sure an interesting match.

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"We trained hard and we deserve this win! Let's make our supporters proud of us. Give your best and fight for every ball. I wanna see goals, not excuses. Vamos chicas, vamos!"

You were in the changing room listening to your couch. You were all determined to win this game and make everyone proud of you.

"Vamos!!!!" everyone started to cheer. Today was your day.

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"I can't do this anymore! How unlucky can we be!!!!"

Pedri was really grumpy that they had so many occasions of goal, but the goalkeeper managed to save them all. Besides that, Real Madrid was yet winning, being 2-0 for them.

It was now minute 44' and Barcelona scored. People were cheering for the team, but not too much, still being behind their rivals.

"This is for sure not our day, hermanos"

"Ansu, have a little bit of faith!" laughed Balde.

"He might be right. Today, real looks better than us" admitted Gavi sad. He really had hope for the girls to win and he still does, but deep down he knew that they were going to lose.

The boys talked about everything, until it was time for the other half to begin.

"Visca Barca!!" shouted Ansu and they all laughed at his silliness.

"Yes, visca Barca!"

The game began really well. It was already 2- 2 in minuted 48' and the boys were really happy and cheering. Eventually, they scored again, making Ansu dancing.

"What is that, hermano!?" laughed Pedri hard.

"It's called the dance of happiness, Pedrito" made the boy fun of his friend.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he replied in surrender.

"And after a very short period of time, I will do the dance of winning!"

"Yeah, yeah, sure!"

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Barcelona was winning, and you were really panicking now. You were running faster and more than ever. You trained too hard, and you couldn't lose today. You had to make your family and team proud of you.

You ran and ran for every ball, and when it was 5 minutes left, you scored. 3-3

You were so happy that you started to jump on all your teammates. People on Camp Nou started to cheer your name.

"Vamosss, hermanitaa"

"Let's go, amigas. We still have a match to win" you said and you went back, fighting for another goal.

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"Look, Gavi! That girl is exactly like you."

"What?" he asked confused.

"She is jumping on all her friends after a goal. Don't you know someone that does the same thing??? Hm!?" Pedri teased him.

"Oh, let it like that" he laughed.

"Can't lie, she did a pretty goal"

"She really did" answered Gavi to Balde. "She worked really hard today, she kinda deserved to do at least one goal".

They were talking and not even realising that you did another goal, until Pedri started to swear.

"Calm down, Pedri. It's just a game. It's not ever ours"

Jordi tried to make his friend calm down, but he was really grumpy now.

"I can't believe it! We were winning and that girl had to do 2 goals in 5 minutes! Unbelievable!"

"It happens in football, hermano. Next game, we will win"

"She did a good game, don't you think?" whispered Lewandowski on Gavi's ear, seeing him looking constantly at her.

"I really wanted us to win, Lewa, but the way she played.. somehow I'm happy that they won"

Lewandowski smiled, seeing his little teammate blushing a little. Maybe coming to this game was a great decision, after all.

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You were in the changing room celebrating after the win. Everyone was shouting your name and you couldn't be more happy. Tears started to form in your eyes. You really made it.

"Thank you, y/n! Thank you, you saved us" said Ade, one of your best friends.

After a lot of photos with the trophy, it was time to go to the after party with the Barca girls. You decided to invite them to celebrate the last game together. All you wanted to do was be friends with everyone. You were rivals, but not enemies after all. You were still humans.

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Gavi found out you were the person that invited Barca to the party and he finds that so mature and beautiful. He only knew your name and when he looked at the photos and saw who you actually were, he couldn't believe how pretty you are.

You were all sweaty and tired, with a red face, but still.. so beautiful. He found your Instagram and looked at some photos of you. Most of them were with you playing, but the ones from holidays were his favourite. You, dressing elegantly, with a natural makeup look...

He didn't follow you, but he was still looking at your stories whenever you would post them.

When you saw that Pablo Gabi saw your stories, you thought that he only wanted to see who won today, but when he constantly saw the ones from the party, you started to be really nervous. He was a player from Barcelona and you couldn't be interested in someone from that club. People would say that you would betray your team and you were so loyal to them. You tried to forget about it and to enjoy your night, but it was really hard.

When you got home late and were so tired, you still made time to look at his ig account, too. The boy was really breathtaking. When you went to see some reals and tik toks of him, you found out that he was also a sweetheart. You knew about him, everyone in Spain knew, but not so much details.

The videos of him and kids made you blush and smile like an idiot. And when you saw the one with the fan asking him for a huh after signing her something (gif) made you want to cry of how beautiful his smile is.

The thought that he saw you playing tonight made it hard to fall asleep. You knew that you won't get to meet him. You, leaving in Madrid and him in Barcelona, made it really hard.

You were an optimistic type of person, but this time you knew it was impossible, until you met again. Where? At the spain national team..

Please, tell me your opinion on this!!! Was it good, bad? I can change something if you don't like it!!

Love to all of you, take care people!!

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[httpsdana]

HI BABY ITS ME AGAIN

i’ve come with my Ferran requests again 😋😋

can you do it when the reader and Ferran have just started staying over at each others places and she forgot stuff to wear as she wasn’t going to stay as he brought her home after getting cold and rained on at the barca game and then this prompt

51-"is that my hoodie?" "no, not anymore."

and them just cuddling till pedri calls and she sees his lockscreen

127-"Am I your lock screen ?" "You weren't supposed to see that."

and then it just ends all cute and fluffy

thank you mi chica te amo 🩷

Obsessed With You~Ferran Torres

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

She always gives me the best ideas wtf? enjoy bbg <3

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

players/drivers I write for

51-"is that my hoodie?" "no not anymore"

127-"am I your lockscreen?" "you weren't supposed to see that"

"LET'S GO!!!" y/n yelled as soon as her boyfriend had the ball in the back of the net

She started taking pictures of him celebrating, before he pointed towards her and blew her a kiss. She waved at him and blew him a kiss back

They haven't been together for too long, but long enough for her to join him during his matches.

She put her phone in her pocket when the players were back to their game. Suddenly she felt a few drops of water on the top of her head.

"oh god its raining" Anna, Lewandowski's wife, said from next to her. They sat back in their seats, as they had shields above their heads.

When the match ended, it was still raining, but they went down to the pitch either ways.

"Amor. I'm so proud of you" y/n said, wrapping her arms around Ferran's neck, hugging him tightly

"gracias bébé" he said back, hugging her tighter, before taking off his jersey and covering her head with it

"let's go to mine yeah? its closer and I don't want my girl to catch a cold" he put his arm around her neck and started walking to the tunnel

"I don't have any clothes Fer. you should've told me I'm staying at yours" she said, in which Ferran only shook his head

"doesn't matter" he shrugged his shoulders and walked them to his car

The drive to Ferran's apartment was silent, with music playing in the background, and Ferran holding y/n's hand all the way home in his own

y/n was now feeling cold from the water on her skin and clothes. As soon as Ferran parked his car, she rushed to the door, waiting for him to come with key

When he opened the door, y/n rushed inside. Ferran chuckled and locked the door behind him.

A few minutes later, y/n came back to where Ferran was sitting, fresh and warm clothes on this time

"is that my hoodie?" Ferran asked, as soon as his eyes dropped on her, with a small smile on his face

"no, not anymore" y/n said, dropping next to him on the couch

He laughed at her, going to put his arm around her, but she only pushed him back

"as much as cuddling feels really warm right now. you stink. go shower" she pulled on a disgusted face, making him act offended

"I do not stink!" he placed a hand on his chest making y/n laugh at his face

"just get up and take a shower silly" she pushed him off the couch, and he eventually got up

y/n was watching a show on the tv, until Ferran's phone started to ring. She glanced at it, not wanting to invade his privacy. She saw Pedri's name, until it stopped ringing. She noticed the background of Ferran's phone. It was a picture of her, she didn't know existed. It was taken during the picnic she and Ferran had a few days back. She was staring at the rose that Ferran had gotten her.

She turned his phone off, her face flushed as she thinks about the new facts she had just learned. She then acted as if nothing happened, waiting for Ferran to come back. When he came back, he flopped down next to her, pulling her closer to him

"see. now you smell much better" she nuzzled her head into his neck, making him laugh

She was about to tell him that Pedri called, when his phone started ringing again. He reached out for it, answering it. He spoke with Pedri for a few minutes before hanging up, and placing his phone on the table, her picture still on display

"am I your lockscreen?" she asked, looking at his phone before looking up at him. His face was now red, while he scratched the back of his neck

"you weren't supposed to see that" he mumbled, avoiding her eyes

"you're so cute" she cooed, grabbing his cheeks in her hands. She squished his cheeks before pecking his lips a few times

"okay stop it" he laughed, pushing her hands away and pulling her down to his chest again.

"its nice to see that I'm not the only one obsessed here" she joked earning a groan from Ferran

"I'm not obsessed with you" he said, obviously lying

"you obviously are" she rolled her eyes jokily

"okay maybe a little bit" he murmured, making her giggle.

"I love you" she looked up at him, gazing into his beautiful eyes

"I love you more darling"

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[wosowrites]

Miles Difference (Jordan Nobbs x Reader)

warnings: none

a/n: changing some of the stats for the sake of the story. This also kind of spun off the original request but I did try to keep the request in mind. based off this request here

prompt: in which the reader is pretty tall and lanky, but is dating teeny jordan nobbs and people find the height difference adorable.

Growing up you were insecure about your height. Most people around you were a solid five inches shorter than you. But then you started playing football and due to your height, your coach put you in net. It became everything to you. You were the best youth keeper in spain. You got scouted for the Spanish national team when you were 15, and 5,10. As an adult, you stood a towering 6,1, and who were you dating? Teeny, tiny, 5,2 Jordan Nobbs. It happened randomly. You met at an award ceremony and just clicked immediately. Your height difference wasn’t something you cared about, and neither did Jordan. The fans however… they found it adorable. And your teammates never missed an opportunity to tease you about it. It didn’t bother you. You knew the teasing was all friendly and all your spanish teammates loved Jordan.

You played for Aston Villa and when Jordan moved to the club, you were sad for her as she felt betrayed by Arsenal, but the transition was much easier due to the fact that she would be playing with her girlfriend every day.

Aston Villa was doing amazing now that Jordan was there, having moved up to fourth, tied with Arsenal. In fact, due to it being international break and being one of the 16 players who weren’t playing for Spain, Ona, Mapi and Alexia had decided to come visit in London.

You met Mapi and Alexia at the airport with Ona as all she had to do was drive in from manchester.

"Mapi! Ale!" you yelled when you saw them. You hugged them tightly, Ona joining in. It was all very spanish. You greeted each other and talked non stop on the way to the car. You had used Ona’s, as your car was in the shop, so the manchester star drove, Ale sat in the front seat and you and Mapi took residence in the back. "So. You missing Jordan?" Mapi asked you, taking the opportunity to practice her english. "Si. But i’m happy she’s at the camp. She deserves to play," you said, smiling at Mapi. "How about you and Ingrid?" you asked. "Ingrid is amazing as always, but we’re used to being apart for international break," she said. "How about you Ona? Anyone in sight?" Mapi asked, leaning forward and looking at the small spanish girl. "Nope. I’m focusing on myself. Haven’t resigned with Manchester United and I need to figure out where to go and what to do," she said, smiling at you both in the mirror. "Fair point. Come to barca!" Mapi said. "Mapi… leave her alone chica." Alexia said, playing mother to to all as usual.

Mapi slumped back into her seat. "So, what are we doing this week?"

You all spent the week sightseeing, going bowling and hiking, and just catching up. You showed up with Sarina Weigman’s permission to watch one of the england training sessions.

"You sure this is okay?" you asked Jordan as you and the other spanish girls walked towards Saint-George’s park. "It’s more than okay. It was Leah’s idea to have you guys come and Sarina thought it was a great idea. We’re all supporting you guys in the fight against your coach. England is behind you, babe," Jordan said, grabbing your hand in hers.

Mapi, Ona and Alexia smiled at each other as they walked behind you.

It was the match day minus one training so the english team wasn’t working themselves too hard to conserve their energy for the finalissima the following day.

You watched Jordan train from the stands, talking with the girls. And then Sarina came over. "Hey, y/n, right? Jordan talks a lot about you," Sarina said, sticking her hand out. "It’s nice to meet all of you too," she said, addressing your spanish teammates. "Nice to meet you too," Mapi said, shaking hands with the english woman. Ona and Alexia did the same. "You’re all wearing sport apparel, I was wondering if you wanted to join for the scrimmage? I can’t imagine how hard it must be to not be able to play for your country and maybe just having fun with the girls could do you all some good," Sarina offered.

You looked over at the spanish girls sitting next to you and they nodded enthusiastically. "Okay then. Mary will be keeper for one team while the other keepers do separate training so y/n you can be keeper for the purple team," Sarina said.

You jumped down from the stands, having to climb over the railing and the walked onto the field. "What about cleats?" you asked the english manager. "We always have spare ones in case the girls break theirs. Oh, Tim’s coming over with some right now."

The equipment manager got you guys cleats and then you walked over to the group. You quickly hugged Jordan, not kissing her due to being in a professional environment. "Okay girls. We’re gonna have these four players joining us for the scrimmage. They’re all class and we’re playing against class players tomorrow so let’s get a challenge in. Most of you guys don’t play against Mapi and Alexia so it’ll be a new challenge. Let’s sort the teams out," Sarina said.

The lionesses were extremely welcoming. Sarina divided the group into two teams of eleven. One group had Mary, Lucy Bronze, Alexia, Ona, Laura, Ella, Rachel, LJ, Alessia, Georgia and Katie. Meanwhile, your was team composed by Leah, Niamh, Mapi, Maya, Jordan, Keira, Lauren Hemp, Chloe, Alex and Lucy Parker.

You went in net, putting on a spare pair of gloves and doing a quick warmup in net. The game was intense and you were quick to remember the fast pace and skill of the english team. It had been a long time since you played international football. You missed it immensely. You stopped shot, after shot. You were just an absolute wall, impossible to get past. Alessia Russo was getting pissed off, but she was impressed more than anything. However, eventually on a defensive breakdown, she managed to score. But your team quickly retaliated to win it 2-1, a goal from the head of Williamson and another one by Lauren Hemp. You were happy after the game, reminiscing your spanish national team days. Jordan came up to you after as you were taking your gloves off. "I swear you’re just more and more impressive every day," Jordan said, kissing you gently. "Mhm. Whatever you say. I just miss it. Shit I miss playing for my country, Jords. Do you think I ever will again?" you asked, making her face soften in concern. "Yes. I think you guys are making a change and it will pay off. I promise you my love," Jordan said.

You smiled and kissed the top of her head. "Sweaty," you laughed, wiping your lips as she let out her own laugh. "Tell Sarina thank you. And we’ll all be there tomorrow," you said, waving in the direction of your spanish teammates who were chatting with Leah and Lucy Bronze.

"Can’t wait."

Jordan walked back with her team inside St-George’s park as you and the girls left to drive back home.

"Leah, I was wondering if you could give me two minutes to talk to the girls in the changing room," Jordan asked the skipper. "Yeah. Of course, what about?" Leah asked as they entered the locker room. "You’ll see."

Leah gave her quick match day minus one speech and then closed it by saying:

"Jordan has something she wants to talk to us about so i’ll give her the floor," Leah said.

The smaller girl stood up and went to the middle of the room. "As you know, the spanish team has been fighting for their rights as players and are refusing to play for their coach. The canadian team hadn’t gotten payed and their association was treating them like shit. The france team went through something similar. It’s already planned to wear the purple tape but I was wondering if we could make shirts. I’ll buy them myself but for warmup, we should all choose a player from one of those three teams and write their name and number on the back of the jersey in purple. We need to keep showing our support for them because something needs to change. Y/n… and the other spanish girls are terrified they’ll never play for their country again. If we can’t make a direct change, let’s support them as they try to make one." Jordan said.

Everyone nodded in agreement, considering it. And then Mary spoke up. "Fuck yeah."

Jordan made a list of every players name and had them write who they would represent on their makeshift shirts. This was the list. Of course, Jordan chose you.

The next day, you sat front row at Wembley, repping Jordans name on your back. "You guys could have at least worn something white or blue," you groaned, looking at the girls who were wearing colours like pink, black, orange and yellow. "Hey, they were very nice to us yesterday but Im not putting an english jersey on," Ona said. "Okay. Fair," you said.

You heard the girls before you saw them, probably because the crowd started whispering and whooping. "Are they… they’re wearing our names on their back. And the names of the Canadian girls. And look, Lucy’s wearing Renard. Oh my god… they made jerseys," you said.

Tears came to your eyes as you saw the girls walking out. You looked over at Mapi, Ona and Alexia and saw they were crying too. Alexia had really taken the step back from national football hard as the captain. She buried her head in her hands as you hugged her. Leah Williamson was repping Vanessa Gilles, Niahm was repping Mapi, Alessia was repping Jessie Fleming, Ella wore Alexia, and Jordan… Jordan wore your name.

It looked good on her.

You waved her over and she came jogging. You leaned over the barrier and grabbed her face, kissing her. "Thank you. Thank you thank you thank you," you said, tears running down your cheeks. "You’re welcome," Jordan said. "I’m so in love with you. I love you," you said to her, kissing her again, not caring about anything but her. "I love you too."

When Ella scored, you were ecstatic. Even Mapi, Alexia and Ona celebrated, having found a new found respect and love for the english team. And then the late equalizer made you groan and freak. But penalties happened, and one again, Chloe scored the winner at Wembley.

You got let onto the pitch after the celebrations to congratulate the girls. You went home that night without Jordan, knowing that she would want to celebrate with the girls.

The spanish girls were rooming with you and they were all asleep as you sat on your couch, scrolling on tik tok.

You found edits of yourself often, and found it funny, but it was the first time you found an edit of you and Jordan. A ship edit to the song Everything I Wanted by Billie Eilish.

I had a dream…

A clip of you and Jordan smiling at each other in the street from a video Leah had taken.

I got everything I wanted

A clip of Jordan crying after having lost in the olympics followed by one of you with your head in your hands after being eliminated in the euros.

but when i wake up i see

A clip of you and Jordan cuddling on the pitch after a friendly.

You with me

You hugging Jordan tightly

And you say

There’s a clip of Jordan walking out into Wembley from a few hours ago, the camera angled on her back to show your name and number.

As long as i’m here, no one can hurt you

Jordan and you kissing only a couple hours ago.

You smiled at the video and pressed the comment section.

y/n y/l/n: much love, sending this to jords 💝

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[girlgenius1111]

don't tell Leah

barca femeni x platonic reader :)

based on a request that i changed a little

r has a panic attack at practice, and her teammates help her out. lioness!reader + alexia, lucy, and keira

Playing for Barcelona was a dream, by anyone's standards, and you knew it. You had the opportunity to play with the best in the world, doing the thing you loved more than anything.

This didn't mean that you weren't insanely nervous, though. You'd always been someone who struggled with nerves, but they had noticeably intensified in the past few months. Moving from England to Spain at only 19 would be a lot for anyone, and you noticed it take a toll on your stress levels.

The season was about to start, and you were staring down your first match in the famous blaugrana uniform. Everyone at the club had been nice and supportive since you'd arrived, going out of their way to make you feel comfortable. They teased you for being young, but they always made sure you alright. Lucy and Keira especially, knowing you from the national team where you had also made a young debut, kept a close eye on you.

So, when Jona gathered everyone at the last practice before the first game and announced the starting lineup, everyone cheered and high fived you when he said you'd be starting. You were shouldn't have been surprised; you'd been training well, and the team had several injuries keeping people out. Still, you felt the color drain from your face at his words, but you tried hard to keep cool. You didn't want anyone to think you couldn't handle it. Jona sent everyone off to start their gym session, and you distractedly made your way to weights.

Your brain was working in overdrive, every possible way this could go wrong flying around in your head. You were walking slowly, when a hand on your shoulder startled you out of your thoughts. You turned to find Alexia looking at you with a concerned expression on her face.

"Are you okay, chica?" she asked.

"Yeah, yeah I'm good," you responded, forcing a smile onto your face. Alexia nodded, but didn't look so sure as you turned away from her and kept walking.

Alexia had surprised you with how kind she was; she seemed so intimidating, so serious, at a distance, but she was a very sweet person once you got to know her, and she took her job as captain very seriously, meaning she always took time to get to know new players. You weren't acting quite right, and she noticed.

You walked to your station of the circuit that had been set out, back to being completely distracted. You didn't notice as Ingrid came to stand next to you, your partner for the workout. You were losing your grip, and fast.

What if you messed up? What if you got an own goal? What if you got hurt? What if you hurt someone else? What if you got a yellow card? Or a red card? What if you played so horribly, everyone would realize what a mistake it had been to sign you?

Your breath was speeding up, and you felt disconnected from the world around you, as if nothing was real.

"Y/n?" Ingrid called quietly, noticing that although you hadn't yet touched the weights in front of you, you were breathing hard and fast, like you'd just run a couple sprints.

"Need a sec," you managed to gasp out, slipping out the door and walking quickly to the locker room. Ingrid looked around, noticing that no one had really noticed your departure, except for Alexia, who was had been watching the whole thing. Alexia walked over to Ingrid, a questioning look on her face.

"What happened?"

"I'm not really sure. She seemed distracted, and she was breathing really hard even though we hadn't started yet, and then she just took off." Ingrid replied, looking at the door through which you'd disappeared. Alexia tilted her head towards the door, and Ingrid nodded. Without saying anything else, they exited the room quietly, making their way down the hall the the locker room.

As they got closer, they could hear your gasps for breath, and they sped up. They entered to find you hunched in a little ball at the foot of your locker, head tucked tightly against your knees. It was clear to both girls what was going on.

Alexia turned to Ingrid, speaking quietly. "Go get Lucy or Keira, fast."

Ingrid nodded, turning on her heel and retreating back the way she came. Alexia remained, approaching you slowly.

"Hey, y/n, can you hear me, cariño?" She asked comfortingly. And you nodded your head jerkily against your knees. Alexia sat down next to you, leaving a little space in between you both.

"That's good. Are you having a hard time breathing?" she asked, even though it was evident that you were. Again, you nodded.

"Okay, that's okay. Ingrid's getting Lucy or Keira. Is there anything I can do?" She asked, unable to sit next to you in such distress and do nothing. You didn't respond immediately, thinking it over in your head. It sounded like she really wanted to help. So, you extracted your hand from where it was wrapped around your leg, and shakily extended it toward's Alexia.

Alexia gripped your hand tight in hers, running her thumb along the back in circles, hoping to bring you some comfort. You held onto her like a lifeline, whole body trembling as you fought to bring enough air into your lungs. You heard a pair of footsteps approaching, and soon, someone was setting a hand on your back.

"Y/n? You with me, buddy?" Lucy asked, sitting down on your other side. "We've gotta take those deep breaths, remember? Can you try with me?" Without waiting for a response, she was tugging your other arm away from you, and placing it over her chest. "With me, okay?"

You felt the steady rise and fall of her chest under your hand, and you tried to match it, you really did. It wasn't working though, and as Lucy's attempts to help you failed, you only grew more panicked. Lucy shushed you softly before speaking.

"Don't freak out, you're okay. Do you need your inhaler?" Lucy questioned, and you nodded frantically, but remembered it wasn't in your bag. Keira had made you give her an extra, though, and you tried to tell Lucy all of this in between gasps.

"Kei- has one- in her bag-" You stuttered. And you felt Alexia's hand leave your grasp as she presumably moved across the room to get the inhaler.

It wasn't something you needed often, only when you were really anxious, had a really bad panic attack. It had happened once at an England camp, and you'd forgotten your inhaler at home, which Leah was not happy about, at all. Since then, she'd carried an extra, and she'd made sure to tell Keira and Lucy not to let you anywhere without one, even though you'd only used it a cumulative three times in the past three years.

Alexia returned quickly, handing the inhaler to Lucy, who uncapped and shook it. Alexia resumed her place by your side, hand finding yours again. You clung tightly to her, as Lucy tried to get you to lift your head off your knees.

"Come on, buddy, help me out here a little," she stated, though not unkindly, nudging your exposed cheek with her hand. You lifted your head slightly, and her hand came up to grab your chin, tilting it up. Your eyes met hers, and she hated how scared you looked.

"Open... deep breath in... hold... okay, breathe out," Lucy said, talking you through the very practiced routine. She took you through the process twice more, and you could feel your lungs relaxing. With every breath, you drew in more air, until you didn't feel like you were minutes away from dying anymore.

You leaned your head back against the locker, shutting your eyes tightly as you felt your heart rate slow back down. Lucy waited a minute before speaking.

"What happened?" She asked, knowing you didn't have panic attacks for no reason.

"I'm starting tomorrow," you whispered, "just kind of freaked out."

Both girls nodded in understanding.

"Does this happen a lot?" Alexia asked, your hand still in hers.

"No," you replied, pausing. "A little more often since I moved, but still not all the time."

Alexia looked at you for a minute. "You tell us if it gets worse, yes?"

"Promise," you replied, bringing your head back down to send her a reassuring smile. Lucy was silent next to you, and you could feel the disapproval radiating off of her. Just as you were about to call her on it, you heard the sound of fast footsteps in the hall, and Keira was racing into the room. She looked surprised to see you calm.

"What- Ingrid said you were- and that-" She spluttered, looking between the three of you.

"I'm good, Kei," you started, but were interrupted by a scoff from Lucy. You looked at her, annoyed, while Alexia turned to her, confused.

"You wouldn't have been fine if Keira didn't have one of your inhalers," Lucy said, frustrated.

"You didn't bring your inhaler, y/n!" Keira scolded, and you rolled your eyes.

"I got a new bag and forgot to move it over. It's not a big deal."

"It would have been a big deal if you had suffocated." Lucy mumbled.

"I wouldn't have suffocated! At the most, I would have passed out, woken up, and been fine." You replied, embarrassed that they were being this stern in front of Alexia.

"I'm still telling Leah," Keira said, uncharacteristically serious.

"Don't you dare, she'll kill me!" You said, not really believing that Keira would tell your captain.

Keira opened her mouth to respond, but Alexia interrupted her. She looked amused at the three of you, but her tone still rang with authority, like it did when she wanted to be taken seriously.

"Do you have another extra?" Alexia asked. You nodded. "I want one for my bag. Just in case," she said, and you groaned. Keira and Lucy grinned triumphantly, and Alexia's lips lifted into a smile too.

You thought you'd escaped the overprotectiveness when you'd left England, but apparently it was still thriving here. Or maybe, this was just how the team operated; always looking out for each other.

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let me know if you want to see more of young reader and the team :)

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[sunshine-theseus]

Fuck the RFEF | Amaiur Sarrigei x Reader

Words: 1.8k Summary: you refuse to play for the national team, risking your playing license, Amaiur disagrees Warnings: angst, !!mentions of SA!!, let’s pretend the girls are on a break in Barca before the call-up and Amaiur went to the wwc Requested by - @realsociadadferminofan

Patri, Cláudia and Mapi were who I always went to when something went wrong. Joining the 3 in abstaining from national team call ups after the 2022 Euros and being one of the 4 that refused a call-up for the world cup due to lack of action toward Jorge Vilda’s misconduct, they were basically my closest friends. Not to say the other girls didn’t mean a lot, I know if they felt like they could, they’d have joined us in refusing. But these 3 were who I had when I felt like crying as I watched my friends and girlfriend win the biggest football tournament in the world.

This also meant I’d go to them with relationship problems.

-

“What do you mean?” Patri had quickly paused the movie she was watching and called Mapi and Cláudia over when I came crying and banging on her door.

“I told her ‘I don’t care about losing my license if it means going against my morals and everything I’ve protested’ and she called me selfish and brainless.” Another sob wracks my body and I fall back into the arms of whoever is next to me.

“Amaiur said that?” it’s Cláudia who asks, tone of voice proving how ludicrous Am’s actions were.

“Verbatim.”

--

“Am! Did you get the email?” I yell across the house for my girlfriend who sits in the living room doing God knows what.

“Sí! Did you?”

“Yeah! What did you say?” my teeth worry at my bottom lip as I wait for her answer.

“I said yes, it’s a national call up. What about you?” I’m not sure what to say as my girlfriend strolls into our bedroom, holding her phone to her face.

She’s clearly re-reading the email we’d all been sent. An email majority of us had signed a statement saying we should not receive if changes were not made, especially after the events at the world cup.

“No.”

“Que? Que quieres decir ‘no'?” (what do you mean ‘no’?) Amaiur gives me a shocked look as I retreat beneath our blankets.

“Nothing has changed Am. How am I supposed to go back? Did you even read the full email? ‘If you refuse this national team call-up, your professional playing license may be revoked in correlation to the Spanish FIFA and RFEF code of conduct.’ They’re forcing me to reject my morals and risk my entire career for some shit call-up.” Angry tears prick at the corner of my eyes. This isn’t fair, how does she find this fair?

“Bebé, they got rid of Rubiales and Jorge, that’s what everyone was fighting for. You, Mapi, Patri and Cláudia, you can come back now.”

“Amaiur how do you not see nothing has fucking changed just because they got rid of two shitty people? Alexia, Ona, they wouldn’t be going if it wasn’t to protect the other girls, especially the younger ones. Esas chicas merecen algo major.” (those girls deserve better).

“So you’re not going? You’re giving up your career for this? You’re being a selfish and brainless cabrona!” (dumbass) the anger quickly melts off her face and regret fills her eyes, but I’m already pulling the sheets off me and heading for the door.

I grab my keys from the bowl that sits on the table beside the door, and leave. Her pleas for me to come back so she can apologise are futile as I walk down the hall. Señor Perez, the old man with many cats, sits at the end of the hall, giving me a pitiful smile that I return before making my way down the stairs.

--

“Ese pedazo de mierda.” (that piece of shit) it’s the first thing Mapi has said all evening, but it makes me laugh.

“No. I mean yes, but I still love her, I don’t think she meant it. We were both just angry.” It’s hard not to defend the girl I’ve loved for so long, but I know I’m right.

She’s always supported my decision to stand up against the RFEF and higher-ups. I just think she expected after Rubiales and Vilda were gone, we’d be playing together again. Admittedly I’d momentarily thought the same, but there was no way I could go back.

“Are you guys going?” the trio give each other guilty looks before turning to me. No one says anything.

“It’s okay if you do. I truly understand, you guys shouldn’t risk your careers for this. You’re being forced into it and that isn’t fair. I’ll support you no matter what.” I place an arm around Patri and grab Cláudia and Mapi’s hands.

“Thank you hermosa. We’re still going to fight this, from the inside.” Mapi says it in a funny voice and sends me a wink and I can’t stop the laugh that escapes.

Not much else can be said before we settle down on the couch to continue whatever movie it is the Patri has playing. Despite me calming down, I didn’t think I was in a state to return to my girlfriend quite yet. The universe seems to disagree.

There’s a loud knocking on the door and a familiar voice rings out from behind it.

“Patri, I know Y/n is in there! I need to talk to her! Please?” I’m standing and opening the door before anyone can reply.

Amaiur doesn’t waist a second in spewing out apologies and wrapping her arms around me. I reciprocate the gesture and begin rocking us back and forth. It’s hard to ignore the stares of our Spanish teammates who sit looking on in the living room.

“I’m so, so sorry, I can’t believe I said that to you. I stand by you, you know that. I’m just so scared for you and your career. You love playing so much and you might lose it all because of this.” I let out a sigh and pull away, resting a hand on her cheek.

“Do you want to know why I’m so willing to risk it all? Why I need this change so bad before I can come back?” she gives a simple shake of her head.

I have to give myself a second, swallowing nervously as I look into her eyes. The warmest, most beautiful eyes. She should know, I’ve hid it for too long.

“When… When we played in the Euros, there was one night where I was feeling bad. You were out with some of the girls, and I was in our room alone. Well around an hour after you left, Vilda came bursting in, obviously we weren’t allowed to lock our doors so there was nothing to stop him. He asked why I wasn’t doing team bonding and I told him I wasn’t feeling well. He came toward me and hugged me like he was going to comfort me, but-” I begin to choke on my words and tears breach my waterline. I can’t bare to look at the girls around me.

Am places a hand softly over my hand that rests on my own arm and I take a deep breath before continuing.

“His hands began to stray. I told him to stop and shoved him away, but he just kept going. He groped my ass and boobs, tried taking my clothes off. He slipped his hand down my shorts.”

“Did he…” Amauri is too scared to finish her sentence.

“He didn’t get that far; someone came knocking on the door and he just left with a sick grin.”

“Did you report him?” Everyone around me looks like they’re about to throw up, but for the most part they look angry.

“I reported him to every higher-up I could. They laughed me off and told me I was being delusional. That is why I can’t go back until there is actual change. Especially after what happened to Jenni and knowing other girls have been through it too. If that means I lose the job I love? So be it. They won’t shut me up.”

“I’m not goin-” Am tries.

“Yes you fucking are. I already told those 3, and I will tell Alexia and Marta and Mariona and whoever else I need to. You have to go, to ensure things change. And to make sure the younger girls are safe.” Cláudia, Patri and Mapi have all disappeared, so it just leaves me and my girlfriend.

“For you. I’ll do anything for you bebé.” I stand on my tippy toes to press a kiss to her lips.

“Thank you.”

~~~~~

4 members of the Spanish Women’s National Team have been released from international duty without sanctions, not including Alexia Putellas who has been allowed to leave due to injury. Is the change we’ve been waiting for, finally coming?

It’s the main headline across all media platforms the morning of the second day of camp. A 7-hour meeting to release 4 players. Fucking ridiculous.

Despite it, a smile tugs at my lips as I sit in bed, the sun filtering through the stained-glass windows of Amaiur and my bedroom back in Donostia-San Sebastian. I wait patiently for my girlfriend to arrive, a cup of coffee on her bedside time while my own rests in my left hand.

“Hola bebé! Is that coffee I smell?” the door slams shut behind Amaiur and her footsteps slowly creep closer to the bedroom.

I place my coffee on my own bedside table and get up, pouncing into her arms when she walks through the open door. She stumbles for a moment before adjusting her grip on my thighs, smiling brightly up at me as I lean down and kiss her hard.

My hands thread through her hair and she turns us around and walks forward to press me against the wall. In a moment of weakness, she squeezes my thigh and I let out a moan, allowing her to slip her tongue past my lips.

Not long after, we have to break apart for air.

“You’d think I’d been missing for months with the way you kiss me.”

“Any amount of time away from you it too long.” I give her a small smile and she pecks my nose, making me giggle.

“Can we cuddle and drink coffee while we watch movies?” I pout at her as puts me back on my two feet.

“Anything for my girl.”

Very soon after, I find myself in her arms on the couch, all curtains drawn shut, warm cups of coffee abandoned on the table, Encanto playing loudly on the TV. Naturally I sing along poorly and quote every line.

“Have you heard from the RFEF about your license?” I smile into her neck at the question.

“I get to keep it. And they gave an apology. Not that it means much still, but we’re getting there.” Amaiur squeals and jumps off the couching, taking me with her. She lifts me up and spins me around before putting me back down, spreading kissing across my face. My heart clenches at her display of love. How can one be so perfect?

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[missgavi]

Could you do one were gavi is a dad to a little girl

this with the neymar teen dad scenario

It was hard in the beginning especially since both you and Gavi were young and still making a name for yourselves. But even with Pablo's football career and you going to college to get your degree , you decided to keep the baby. Both of your parents, even if they were shocked at the beginning, stood by the two of you and helped you and Gavi every step of the way.

Now Gavi was 19 and still playing at Barca and you were 18 and starting college to get your decree. Your baby girl Julieta just turned one and the two of you, along Gavi's parents were currently on Camp Nou, waiting for the match to end.

Barca won 5-3 and you were extremely excited for him. Taking Julieta into your arms, the two of you made your way onto the pitch. The moment Gavi spotted you, he excused himself from his teammates and jogged over to the two of you.

When he reached the two of you , he gave you a warm hug and a quick a sweet kiss before picking up Julieta in his arms and spinning her around, making the little girl giggle.

"Who's my little baby girl hm ? You are , you are" he cooed, making your heart melt at the interaction. "Are you happy papi won ? That goal I scored so for you bonita"

At that you cleared your throat and grimaced at him. Gavi playfully rolled his eyes before wrapping one arms around your middle "For both of you" He kissed your cheek, an effort to put a smile on your face. "Mis hermosas chicas"

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[myfanfictions]

Pool Party with the Barca Boys

Chapter 5

Y/N’s POV

In the corner of my eye I saw Frenkie sneak out of the room, where we’d just been together.

The whole encounter had left me a little dehydrated and I could still feel his salty fluids on my lips. As I bent over to grab a bottle of water out of the fridge, I felt Frenkie pressing up against me, whispering “are you gonna finish what you started”, in my ear.

I smirked and muttered “you’d like that wouldn’t you”, while walking away.

After downing my glass of water, I went back to the pool where the boys were, yet again, wrapped up in a heated game of pool football.

I lay down on a pool bed and put my sunglasses on.

In the background I could hear the boys being rowdy and smacking the ball every now and then.

I was basking in the sun and wasn’t complaining about the company I was with.

Smack.

The football crashed to the ground beside me with a powerful thud, its force reverberating through the air.

I lazily take off my shades, to see that Marc was the one responsible for sending the football my way.

“Is there a problem chica?”, he asks with a smirk.

“No not I all”, I say, while flinging the ball in his direction.

“What’s a girl gotta do for a bit of peace and quiet around here”, I sighed.

I’d been seated for a minute or so, when the ball flew in my direction, yet again. This time I saw that Héctor was the one who sent the ball in my direction.

He looked at me with sparkling eyes, when I threw the ball back at him.

I laid back on the bed, just for the ball to make its way to me, every five minutes or so. A different guy being the perpetrator each time.

“Guys, stop trying to get my sister’s attention, are we here to play ball, or to flirt?”

Chuckles could be heard from several directions, after Gavi had said what was on everyone’s mind.

“Or you could stop playing football for a minute, so that I could finally swim in the pool too”.

“Sure, come in”, João said.

I approached the pool and dipped one toe in, the guys looking at me expectantly.

“The water’s freezing, I don’t understand how you guys have been in the water for the last couple of hours”.

“I could keep you warm”, said João.

“Oh can you now”.

“You know what I think, someone just needs to throw you in”, said Héctor.

“Oh god”, I sighed.

Before I knew it, Héctor was standing behind me and had his arms wrapped around me.

“Aaah”, I let out a squeal of surprise, “let me go, you’re freezing!”

“Not unless you join us in the pool” he said.

I broke free from grasp, “not unless you can catch me” I yelled.

I lasted 20 meters, before Héctor appeared behind me and wrapped his arms around me.

We were standing right on the edge of the pool, when Héctor leaned over, leaving me to dangle over the pool.

“Oh my god”, I yelped, “stop” Héctor.

He pulled me back into his embrace.

Then pushed me forward, I felt my body leaping, thinking this would be the push that’d land me in the pool.

“Please Héctor, please please please, let me go, I don’t wanna get my hair wet.”

He lowered his voice and muttered “you like begging huh, what would you give, for me to not push you in the pool?”

“Anything, Héctor, please it took me four hours to get ready this morning.”

“Too bad”, he murmured, letting go of me and pushing me into the pool.

“Ahhh, nooo”, I yelped, as I felt myself falling.

That inconsiderate douchebag, guys will never understand how much time it takes us girls to get ready, especially if we’ve made an effort to get all dolled up.

I swam to the stairs and stormed off.

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[lw6-woso]

the not so good call up (Wonze x Reader)

(not my gif)

part 2- mama y papa

the Barcelona team closed up the season, with every trophy they could. now the season is over the next trophy that everyone's eyes looking at is the World Cup.

you had never thought that you would get a call-up and you didn't want one, especially after all the drama and the stories that the other Spanish girls have told in the Barca squad, it honestly scared you. Kiera and Lucy had both been called up for England and your plan was to stay with Mapi whilst everyone else was at their national team.

you were helping both women get all their things together making sure there was nothing forgotten, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket, and you picked it up and answered the call.

"hola," you answered.

"hello Y/N it's Jorge Vilda i would like you to join Spain in the World Cup" he said.

that one sentence had you stunned and not in a good way, you didn't know what to say.

"ermm yeah thanks" you said not knowing how else to respond ready to hide away.

"Okay so i will send you all the emails and have the kit and everything else sent to your door i will see you in 2 weeks," he said and hung up the phone before you could say anything else.

"hey you coming back to help," Lucy asked peering into your room, you turned around and she noticed your face.

"what's up" she said jumping into mum mode.

"i got called up" you said.

lucy signed grabbing your hand and dragging me into their room where Keira was sitting on their bed.

"hey what's going on," she said sitting up and noticing the tension.

"i got called up" you said almost in tears it all setting in.

"I'm gonna make a couple of calls" Lucy said walking out of the room.

you walked and landed in Keira's arms breaking down crying.

"hey shhh it's gonna be okay" she said rubbing my back.

you stayed in this position for a while until Lucy came back with some visitors, Alexia and Mapi.

"hey chica," Ale said hugging you.

"I don't want to go," you said.

"hey you'll be fine You're a tough cookie I'm here Irene will be there your not alone we will be there every step of the way," she said and you nodded.

i looked at Mapi and she said "Make us proud your our little superstar show them who you are"

"sorry i can't stay with you," you said.

"it's fine we can have our adventures later on there is always time" she said and you smiled.

*months later*

it was the final against England, against your parents. they got to see you before the match and you hugged them for the first time in months, you told them how bad it had been and that you were exhausted from playing every minute of every game that there was.

you were now in the lineup watching the England girls laugh and smile and you caught Keira's eyes and she winked at you.

the game was tough and you were able to get a goal past Mary Earps and it was the only goal of the game, you had won the world cup. When the final whistle blew you stood there not moving watching as all the girls celebrated, you sat down taking your boots off.

the English girls came over shook your hands and some sat with you. As you watched everyone else either cried in disbelief or celebrated.

you see both your adoptive parents walk towards you, and you run towards them hugging them.

"hey baby," Lucy said.

"I'm sorry you lost" you said wiping the tears from her eyes.

"hey, it is okay I'm glad it was you who scored," Keira said kissing the side of your head.

Alexia came over to you kissed the side of your head and hugged both the English players.

"hey it's time" she said and i nodded.

we walked over to where the rest of the Spanish girls were and it was rewards time, you watched as the English girls walked past the trophy with their second medals.

It was your turn you got your medal briefly shaking the official hands and then the trophy lift. you were standing at the back and Alexia grabbed your hand and dragged you to the front and you helped Alexia lift the trophy.

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