#patri guijarro x reader

[totaly-obsessed]

On the Road

Barcelona Femení x reader request

-> Chaos on the Bus with Claudia, Patri and Ona - trying to keep you distracted.

-> A little closer look from pt. 1 - Changes

-> Word Count: 610

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“Esmee! Have you seen my bag? I swear I put it next to you.”

The Dutch woman looked at you, eyes wide in panic - poor girl was even more scared than you to make the starting eleven for the first time. 

“Nej. I don’t know where it went.”

But then you could already hear two particular people giggling behind you, before a hand hastily pulled you back to the seat just on the other side of the aisle, letting you still sit next to your quite new friend. 

“Pina wanted to sit next to you, Cari!”

Just as you had suspected. The culprit had been Patri, her hands still on your shoulders as she squeezed them teasingly. Her neighboring seat was still empty, usually occupied by the short forward beside you. 

But it didn’t stay that way for too long, as an unsuspecting Ona was promptly pulled down next to Patri as she tried to walk past the chaotic best Friends, a short yelp leaving her as she toppled over. “Actually, I wanted to sit with -”

“Tu amor. We know.” Claudia and Patri cackled, finding themselves to be the funniest people on the bus as they turned around to see a certain British defender, sulking further back. “Ai Lucia! We’re stealing your girlfriend! You don’t mind - right?”

The Midfielder didn’t wait for an answer as she turned back around, nudging Ona back down, who had tried to escape while she wasn’t looking. “Nuh-uh. You stay, spend enough time with her as is.”

Ona’s eyes all of a sudden had a certain sparkle back in her eyes. “Awhh, is little Patri jealous that she’s all aloneeee?” The Mallorcan scoffed, clearly offended by the brunette's statement. “I’ll never be jealous of you… Dating that fossil over there.”

You could have sworn to hear an “Oi!” from further back, but it was drowned out by Pina’s and your loud laughter as Ona was speechless, mouth open in shock before she gathered herself. “At least I am in a relationship - while fans speculate if you and Pinita here are dating!”

The pure disgust on their faces made you laugh even harder while both of them grumbled something under their breath, while Ona looked very pleased with herself. She was glad to help you with your nerves, knowing that Mapi wasn’t here and that it threw you off.

Esmee had now been kidnapped as well, sitting next to Salma a few rows in front of the chaotic four. Ingrid sat alone in front of her, a reminder that Mapi was not there, while she tried to keep an eye on you and the young dutchie.

“Cari, do you have your boots?” Apparently dating a fossil made Ona worry more than she usually did. 

“Yes Oni, I have my boots. And a change of clothes. And socks. And my wash-bag.” The brunette gave Ingrid a quick thumbs up, who had been the sole reason she wanted to know. You had already given the Norwegian your bag to look through once you arrived at the training facility, and she had asked again when you entered the bus.

Upon receiving her answer Ingrid turned back around, ready to read on her way to the stadium. Usually, you would sit with her and Mapi, but with her girlfriend being out of order, and you being nervous, she couldn’t help herself but worry. 

Seeing Patri, Ona, and Pina making you laugh, keeping your mind busy was all she needed to see for calm travels - but not before snapping a cute picture of all four of you laughing, sending it to her favorite defender, with the caption “She’ll be just fine.”

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Secrets II Patri Guijarro x Reader

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a/n: inspired by this adorable request. Let us know what you thought of it. <3

Champions League nights were always something special. Especially when your team just secured their spot in the semi finals. You were still on the pitch, applauding the fans and taking in the amazing atmosphere while most of your team mates slowly retreated back into the dressing room.

The cool chill of the night send a shiver down your spine. You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to enjoy the moment and not think about anything else. But you could not stop yourself from glancing over to the other side of the pitch where Patri was doing her post-match interview.

You decided to go back and wait for her in the tunnel, in hopes that could spend a few minutes alone with her between leaving the pitch and entering the dressing room.

Patri smiled brightly as she saw you leaning on the wall.

“You love a champions league goal, don’t you, Patri?“, you smirked, hinting at the goal she scored shortly before the game ended.

She laughed: “I really do.“

You playfully pulled her closer to you, tugging on her sleeve: “That was admittedly kinda hot. Especially with the captains armband tonight.“

Your girlfriend winked: “Oh, you think so?“

“Yes, I do.“, you confirmed teasingly.

“Come here.“ Patri wrapped her arms around you.

You giggled: “What if someone sees us?“

The midfielder shrugged in the dim light: “It’s fine. We can go inside in a second.“

“Sure.“

“Come on.“, Patri said, now gently pushing you against the wall.

You raised your eyebrow: “A kiss from the goal scorer?“

Your girlfriend had the audacity to blush, making you want to kiss her even more. “Just a quick one, okay?“

“Okay.“, you agreed reluctantly.

Patris lips felt soft against yours. You wished you could stay in this moment for longer.

“My favourite secret.“, Patri winked at you when she pulled away.

You rolled your eyes and nodded into the direction of the dressing room: “I think our team is waiting for us.“

“Hey, what are you two waiting for?“, Marionas voice interrupted the two of you.

She stuck her head out of the dressing room. You looked for a sign in her face that would tell you if she had seen you. But you found nothing, so you innocently replied: “We’re coming. The captains interview took so long.“

Mariona shook her head as you walked past her into the dressing room.

“Once Patri’s talking, she can’t be stopped.“, Claudia snorted.

Patri grimaced: “Hey!“

“It’s true.“, you added casually, walking over to your locker.

“Rude.“, your girlfriend feigned outrage.

You were in the middle of pulling your shirt over your head when Ingrid turned to you: “Y/n?“

“Yes?“

“Why were you outside the whole time when you should have celebrated with us?“, the Norwegian asked.

You tilted your head: “Missed me?“

“Yes.“, she nodded.

“Don’t worry. I’m here now.“, you laughed.

Caroline joined the conversation: “Yeah. Now.“

Impatiently you asked your Norwegian team mates: “So what did I miss?“

“The usual chaos.”, the forward shrugged her shoulders.

Curious Ingrid looked at you:” You’ll join the team dinner tomorrow, right?”

“Yes, I’ll be there. What about you, Caro? Will you come too?”, you asked her with a teasing smile on your lips.

“I have no choice.”, she sighed, pointing into the direction where Marta was standing. The Norwegian midfielder and you found it adorable that the usual shy and reserved Caroline would literally say yes to everything her girlfriend was asking her to do even if it was team meetings she usually tried to avoid.

The location the club chose to have the team dinner at was beautiful. From where you and Patri were sitting you had the perfect view on the city’s pretty sight. Although you had to secretly admit that you spend more time-sharing stolen glances between you and your girlfriend when staring at the Catalonian scenery.

Your fellow teammates didn’t seem to notice that Patri was holding your hand hidden under the table:” The food is delicious, right?”

“It’s.”, you nodded.

Clearing her throat Ingrid tried to get your attention, she and Mapi were seated opposite of you:” Y/n, Mapi has found someone who could be a perfect fit for you.”

“You guys are trying to set me up again? Do I’ve to remind you what happened the last time?”, you gasped dramatically.

For a second the Spanish defender seemed guilty before returning to her usual self, sounding confidently:” Yeah, that didn’t work out well. But this time we’re sure that she’s perfect for you.”

“That’s sweet of you two but..”, you begun.

“This time it will go great. Just trust us.”, Mapi interrupted you quickly.

“Exactly.”, Ingrid continued in a reassuring tone.

Meanwhile Patri who listened the conversation quietly couldn’t watch it any longer and intervened frustrated: “Why are you even trying to set her up? I’m sure she could have anyone she wanted.”

“Patri.”, the defender rolled her eyes annoyed at her.

“What? Not everyone needs to be in a relationship.”, she countered.

“We only want the best for her.”, Mapi tried to reassure the Spanish midfielder.

“Pretty sure she knows that better than you.”, Patri grumbled.

Before your girlfriend was able to accidentally reveal your relationship, you asked your teammates in an overly cheerful tone:” What do you guys choose for dessert? I can’t decide.” 

“I’m taking the chocolate cake.”, the defender replied too surprised to ask why you changed the topic so suddenly.

You felt relived when you said:” Guess, I’ll pick that too.”

Later at your place, you could feel Patri was still tense from the talk you had with Ingrid and Mapi earlier, softly you lifted her chin, so she had to look into your eyes:” Patri? You know that I don’t want anyone else but you, right?”

“I do.”, your girlfriend hummed, pressing a kiss to your wrist.

“Good.”

“It’s just annoying.”, she added grumpily.

“I agree.”, you said to her while stroking her open hair gently.

Patri let out a sigh: “It’s okay.“

“I love you, Patri.“ You locked eyes with her until a small smile appeared on her face.

“I know. I love you too.“, she replied.

You smirked: “Oh, I know.“

Patri pulled you close to her: “I hope so!“

“Trust me.“

She tilted her head: “Maybe. I’ll have to think about it.“

“Excuse me?“, you asked, playfully pushing her away from you.

You girlfriend shrugged: “You might go on that set-up date.“

“No, I won’t.“, you laughed.

“Are you sure?“, Patri curiously raised her eyebrow.

You nodded firmly: “Very sure.“

“Reassuring.“, she commented before kissing you quickly.

“See?“

“Yeah, sure.“, Patri just said, too distracted by you to continue the conversation.

When you met the rest of the team for training the next morning, Ingrid was in a great mood. She was beaming as she walked on to the training pitch: “What a beautiful day for training.“

“Oh yes, the sun is so nice.“, you agreed, turning towards the sunlight and closing your eyes to soak up the Vitamin D.

Caroline shrugged: “Yeah, could be worse.“

You opened your eyes again, grinning at your team mate: “There is our grumpy sunshine.“

“Ugh.“, she groaned in response, obviously not a fan of your nickname for her.

“Come on, Caro.“, you tried to motivate her and played a ball in her direction for the next exercises.

“No.“, Caroline rolled her eyes in response but still continued the pass the ball.

You were right in the middle of a scrimmage, trying to win the ball back from Keira when you felt a sharp pain in your knee. Immediately, your leg gave out and you found yourself on the grass, holding your knee.

“No!“, Ingrid gasped.

You were too focused on trying to calm your breathing and to stop your thoughts from racing to notice that your team mates gathered around you.

“Y/n!“, Patri yelled and was quickly kneeling by your side.

Caroline looked down at you, worry reflecting in her eyes: “Are you okay?“

“No… it hurts.“, you cried breathlessly.

“Shit!“, you heard Patri curse under her breath next to you while she gently stroked your hair.

“She’s going to be okay…“, Ingrid tried to stay cheerful but the tone of her voice was not convincing.

You carefully tried to sit up and extend your knee but the pain was still there. You flinched.

Patri squeezed your hand tightly: “Love, don’t move. I’m here.“

You tried to focus on your girlfriends touch, you even failed to notice what she said.

Mapi and Claudia exchanged surprised looks: “Love?!“

“I knew it.”, Caroline exclaimed.

“What?”, Ingrid turned to the fellow Norwegian, looking shocked.

Serious the forward stated: “It isn’t that surprising.”

“Right, not when one thinks about it for a bit longer.”, the midfielder agreed after a short moment, playing the recent encounters between you and your girlfriend inside her head, seeing now all the little clues which showed that you were more than just friends.

Much later you were resting your leg on the sofa, looking up to Patri :” The doctor said that I’ll be out for a few weeks.”

“A few weeks?”, she lifted an eyebrow in response.

“Yes.”

A relived sigh escaped the Spanish midfielder’s lips:” Okay, that’s better than what I expected.”

“Sorry, it felt worse than it was.”, you apologized to her, feeling your cheeks turn hot.

She happily told you:” Hey, don’t worry about that. I’m just glad to share the pitch with you in a few weeks.”

“Maybe just in time for the champions league finale. Wait, are those sunflowers, how did you know that they are my favourite.”, you glanced at your girlfriend in awe.

“Oh please. I know what your favourite flowers are by now.” , Patri chuckled.

“Thank you.”, you whispered gratefully as the Spanish woman gave you your flowers.

She softly pressed a kiss on the top of your head: “You’re welcome, love.”  

“Caro claims that she knew about us the whole time.”, you told her grinning.

“I don’t believe that we were so careful”, the Spanish player shook her head laughing.

You agreed with her:” That’s true except for today.”

“Yeah, I guess they all know now.”, Patri nervously went through her hair with one hand.

“It’s okay.”, you reassured her.

In an earnest tone the midfielder thought out loud:” Maybe it was time to tell them anyway.”

With a crooked smile on her face, she added:” They’ll never shut up about it, right?”

“Never.”, you smirked at her.

“Do you think we’ll survive?”, the Spanish woman asked you half seriously and half half-jokingly.

“Yeah, if the other couples in the team can do it so can we.”, you concluded.

“But first, you have to make sure that your knee heals properly.”, Patri reminded you.

“I’ve the best nurse right here.”, you winked at her cheekily.

“Don’t worry. I will take care of you.”, your girlfriend promised you earnestly and the midfielder meant every word she said. Carefully she put the sunflowers into a vase and placed them on the table in the living room.

Secretly Patri hoped that your favourite flowers would remind you during the tough rehab days which were laying ahead of you that after rain the sun would always return, no matter how worse the weather seemed.

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[wileys-russo]

Requesting “how bad is it” with Patri. Maybe at home, or at the stadium after a training or something.

how bad is it II p.guijarro

you frowned hearing a sound ring out through your empty apartment, eyebrows furrowed as you loaded the washing into the machine, making a noise of disgust at the amount of mud on your girlfriends training kits after a very rare day of rain.

but suddenly realizing the noise was in fact your ringtone you dropped the hoodie in hand and sprinted to the kitchen, grabbing the phone and clicking accept on the very last ring seeing your girlfriends contact picture on the screen.

"hola bebé, you better not be calling me as you're driving!" you warned seriously realising the time and that she'd likely just finished training, the spaniard having a horrible habit of using her phone as she drove much to your constant protest.

"hola amiga, we have a problem." your face changed hearing mapi's voice over the line instead of patri's. your frown deepened as the older girl rambled through the events which had transpired, a small sigh leaving you as she finally finished.

"mierda. how bad is it?" "she has locked herself in the bathroom and is refusing to come out." "i'll be there soon, just try to calm her down." "i have! thats why i called you cari you know the only person she listens to is you."

definitely testing a few speed limits you made it to the training centre in record time, ingrid already waiting for you by the gate as she buzzed you in and walked by your car as you pulled into a parking spot.

"is there blood?" you joked lightly stepping out and hugging the tall norwegian who chuckled. "not yet but i would not like to leave it much longer."

with that you followed her into the building and off to the change rooms, sending a smile to a few of the other girls who were all clearly making a run away from the drama with their training bags over their shoulder and headed right for the parking lot.

"oh gracias a dios!" mapi groaned gratefully as you walked in after ingrid, visibly relaxing as she laid eyes on you. "where are they?" you asked with a sigh as you followed the many fingers pointing you in the right direction, no one daring to follow after you.

"amor?" you called out gently, seeing your girlfriends back facing you as you pushed open the door and stepped into the bathrooms where she was sat on a bench facing the toilets.

"dios mío why did they call you! it is fine." patri glanced at you over her shoulder with a huff before her glare returned to the shut cubicle in front of her. "help amiga! she has gone loco." you heard pina squeak out from inside the safety of the shut cubicle.

"loco?!" patri shot to her feet and rounded on the door, fist banging against it as string after string of heated angry spanish dropped from her lips. "mi amor." you called out a little more firmly, gesturing for her to step away.

"look what she did to me!" she was beside you in an instant gesturing angrily to her face as you bit down on your bottom lip to stifle your laugh. "do not dare laugh at me right now bebé." patri warned seeing the obvious amusement in your eyes.

"i like it corazón, makes you look tough." you smiled running your thumb affectionately over the large slit in her eyebrow. "no it does-" patri started with a frown, but you could see just your simple touch already had her starting to melt a little.

"you like it?" she spoke in a surprised tone as you nodded. "sì, very much." you promised still stroking gently at her forehead now, hands resting either side of the taller girls strong jawline.

"she likes it! you should be thanking me." at the new voice ringing out the anger returned to your girlfriends eyes and she stormed back to the door and resumed her shouting and banging as you sighed.

"mi vida!" you spoke loudly, more authority in your tone than before as patri paused, hand raised in a fist ready to continue smacking it against the door.

"ven aquí." you opened your arms, not needing to say anything else as like a magnet your girlfriend was drawn right into them, hands pressed into the small of your back as she slumped into your touch easily a head and a half taller than you.

"pina made a mistake but you started everything when you hid all of her left boots amor, and i warned you it would go too far." you chatsized quietly, rubbing a hand up and down her back soothingly as your hand hand scratched lightly at the base of her neck, a sure fire way to have her fold.

"she took it too far!" patri mumbled holding you tighter as you only hummed, giving the younger girl a disappointed look as she quietly unlocked the door and cautiously poked her head out, shying away from your eyes.

"sì. but you are best friends, so you will apologize for trapping her in a bathroom and she will apologize for slitting your eyebrow. then we will all move on and go home!" you more demanded than asked, your girlfriend all but putty in your hands at your soft tone and gentle touch, everything she craved to be brought back to baseline.

"bien." the midfielder sighed as you tapped her back gently and let go, nodding for claudia to step properly out of the cubicle as she did so very hesitantly. "both of you, say sorry." you broke the silence as they stared one another down, your hand coming to grip the back of patri's neck as your fingers scratched gently at the thick skin making her relax a little.

"lo siento amiga." patri mumbled with a roll of her eyes, leaning her body into you a little more as her anger dried up. "lo siento. but she is right, it looks badass!" the younger girl tried to compliment causing a small smile to curl onto her best friends lips.

"maybe we can get matching ones then pina, sì?" before you could even blink there was a clammer of cleats against the floor as the two chased one another outside, though this time with wide smiles on their faces as if they weren't just at one anothers throats a few seconds ago.

"you work fast chica." mapi whistled with an impressed grin as you returned to the change rooms, rolling your eyes at claudia and patri rolling around on the floor wrestling.

"patri." she looked up from beneath pina, meeting your look and raised eyebrow, pushing the younger girl off and leaping to her feet, wordlessly hurrying to collect her things so the two of could leave.

"you work very fast."

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[ktgoodmorning]

“Going soft on us?”

Patri Guijarro x reader

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Word count: 1.5k

Summary: a soft peaceful day of you and patri admiring each other during a team bonding day at the pool. Pure fluff

Very open to any feedback or requests! Really just going for this whole writing thing without putting any extra thought into it at this point lol

On the surface, you and Patri seemed like an unlikely pairing. To those who didn’t know you as a couple, they likely wouldn’t understand how you had been together for so long. You weren’t a footballer; you worked a much more typical job that kept you far from the spotlight, which you preferred. Typically you would enjoy a night in to just relax and decompress, sometimes with a book, sometimes with something else to keep you busy. Patri on the other hand was known to be much more social, loud, and always down for a night out. She spent a significant amount of time with her friends and enjoyed letting loose when the time was right. You both were willing to compromise your preferences at times to spend more time together, in whatever way felt right to you both. Sometimes she’d be willing to miss a night out with Claudia and the team, preferring a night of cuddles and movies with you. Other times, you were more than happy to step out of your comfort zone and have fun with her enjoying her friends. You both were comfortable enough in your relationship to do things separately when you needed to and still know that you would be back sleeping in each other’s arms at the end of the night.

No matter how much others didn’t quite understand how you made it work, you were absolutely perfect for each other. You kept her grounded when she needed it, providing some sense of normalcy in her otherwise hectic life. Patri was a huge blessing in your life, preventing you from getting stuck in the comfort zone of your house, letting life pass you by. The two of you supported each other endlessly and connected on a much deeper level. You complimented each other perfectly in every way. All of your friends could see it clearly. When you were with Patri, the world just felt right. Everything just worked. No matter how far outside of your comfort zone either of you were, if you were together, you were at home and you were happy. 

This afternoon the two of you had gone to a team bonding day at the pool. You had become pretty familiar with most of the team, especially the ones she was closest with. Claudia, Mapi, Ingrid, and Alexia had become some of your closest friends as well. You and Ingrid had become especially close, sharing many interests between you. 

It was no surprise that you ended up laying on a chair by the pool, book in hand, with Ingrid close by, looking exactly the same. Both of you were having a nice afternoon, catching up on each other’s lives, working on your tans, and relaxing. Equally unsurprisingly, Patri was in the pool, messing around with her friends. This was how days like this often went- both of you together while still doing the things you each preferred. Days like this were part of how you and Ingrid had become such great friends. The two of you could often sit back and relax and watch your girlfriends let out their energy in whatever chaotic way that had chosen that day. 

When you go to the end of your current chapter in your book, you decided it was time for a break and set it down next to you. While grabbing a sip of your drink, you looked around, trying to see what your girlfriend was up to. When your eyes found her, you saw her and Lucy trying to wrestle each other underwater. Mapi and Pina were nearby, simultaneously cheering them on and chugging their drinks. 

You shook your head and smiled watching them. You loved seeing Patri when she was able to let loose and have fun with her friends. Given the pressure she faced from her job, you knew how important this time was for her. You had no idea how long you’d been staring at her, your heart eyes on full display, until Ona sat down on the other side of you, giving you a playful nudge to your shoulder as she walked past. “Careful there, you might start drooling soon if you keep that up,” she gave you a knowing smile, likely feeling the same watching her own girlfriend playing in the pool with yours. 

Ingrid had noticed Ona sit down and also sat up to join your conversation. “Sometimes I wonder how we put up with them,” she said, taking a sip of her drink with a small shake of her head. The three of you all looked back to your girlfriends, pleasantly surprised nobody had gotten hurt at all yet. Ona nodded and agreed, but you still could hardly tear your eyes away from your girl. 

“I don’t,” you said, somewhat out of the blue now that you had all been sitting watching for so long. The two other girls looked over at you in confusion, “You said you wonder how we put up with them,” you clarified, going on, “I don’t. I love their energy. At times like this, I love watching her just loving her life. Sometimes I wish I could be more like Patri in that way.” You continued to stare at her with adoration in your eyes, fully ignoring Ingrid and Ona next to you. You knew those two were just as bad as you and therefore wouldn’t start teasing you for how in love you clearly were. It was true, you greatly admired her in almost every way. To you, it was like she had hung the stars, and you were there to happily watch. You didn’t even realize Ingrid and Ona had continued the conversation as you continued to peacefully watch your girlfriend. 

Eventually, you noticed that the girls in the pool had just given up on whatever game they were playing, as Patri looked up at you from across the pool, instantly locking eyes. You had been smiling at her already, now caught in your stare, but it quickly became her turn. She gave you a small smile, looking over at how beautiful you looked, laying in the sun. Her soft smile grew into a full on toothy grin as you continued to just gaze at each other in adoration, somehow sharing this small moment across the crowded pool. Your moment only ended when Claudia teasingly pushed her over, catching her off guard, and shoving her quickly under water. You shook your head again, laughing at their antics, and went back to your book, laying back on your chair. 

While you were reading, you didn’t notice how often Patri was making the same heart eyes back at you as you had been making earlier. Her friends were constantly making fun of her everytime they caught her, but she didn’t care. She was so enthralled by the way you looked so peaceful yet so perfect. Patri always knew she wasn’t good at just relaxing and she always admired the way you could. You were able to provide yourself exactly the rest you knew you needed, always trying to convince Patri to do the same. She appreciated that about you, and wished she was more like you. 

As Lucy went to go refill everyone’s drinks, Patri took advantage of the short break to go check in with you. When she got over to you, you had drifted off to a peaceful sleep. She squeezed onto the side of your chair, laying next to you, and gently placing her head to rest on your shoulder. You stirred slightly as she intertwined your fingers. You gave her hand a light squeeze to let her know you were at least somewhat awake, but remained lying peacefully next to her, just enjoying each other’s presence. 

Alexia walked by the two of you, giving Patri a soft smile, “going soft on us Pats?” Patri knew she was teasing but the way she had said it was much softer than when her other friends did. She knew that the comment came from a place of love for the two of you and for what your relationship had become. Alexia had watched your relationship grow from the very beginning and knew how in love you both were. Patri looked up at her with a smile of her own and gave her a small nod, careful not to wake you up. She knew Alexia was right. She had gone soft, but only for you. And she was glad she had, for her life was significantly better with you in it.

Once Alexia had walked away, and the others had dispersed more, she pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, while whispering into your skin, "I love you, mi amor.” You gave her hand another tight squeeze, your silent way of returning the sentiment, while she slowly joined you in drifting off to a comfortable sleep together. 

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[girlgenius1111]

i know you can

long awaited part 2 do like you mean it.

patri gets r to come without her. somehow, r ends up rewarding patri for it. patri x r. 18+ smut below.

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"Patricia. You cannot be serious."

"Oh, I am so serious, amor." She replied, leaning back on the bed with a smirk.

"No strap. Until I make myself come." You say incredulously, repeating her earlier words back to her.

"Sí!" She sings. "It'll be fun!"

"It will not!" You yelp. "I thought I proved to you that I can't do it myself." You're blushing heavily at the implication that Patri, and only Patri, can make you come.

"I believe in you," Patri dismisses, looking at you expectantly.

"Now?!" You question.

"Sí, I am in the mood for a show."

"Patri," you whine, drawing her name out for added affect. At this, she leans forward, lightly kissing your cheek.

"Just try for me?" she asks quietly, and you can tell how much she wants this. If there was any way to convince you, it was this; you'd probably do anything if Patri wanted it this badly.

"Fine." You relent, and Patri cheers loudly. You roll your eyes, but you can't help but be charmed by her enthusiasm. She quickly removes your clothes, and guides you back onto the bed, taking her spot, before she hops off, and settles on the couch across the room, you in perfect view of her. You keep your legs closed, feeling rather vulnerable.

"Come on, bonita, don't be shy," she says softly, and you close your eyes, spreading your legs open on the bed.

"I can't do this," you mumble after a minute. For some reason, the position you are in is making you feel incredibly embarrassed, and you're fighting the urge to shut your legs, not even thinking about touching yourself.

"Yes you can. Just do as I say." Patri instructs, and you take a deep breath, opening your eyes. You look at her, the way she's staring at your body with hunger in her eyes, a soft smile tugging at her lips.

"Start with one finger. Lightly, nothing inside yet."

You do as she says, letting out a small sigh as your finger makes contact with your core, gathering some wetness and dragging it up to your clit, before stroking softly.

"There you go. Focus on your clit. Do what feels right."

You rub with two fingers, changing pace as you felt like it. It was pleasant, steady stimulation. You got more comfortable with it, letting your legs fall farther open, and allowing your head to drop back onto the pillow, eyes fluttering shut.

"Good girl, let yourself feel good." Patri's voice rings out across the room, low and gravelly. You can tell your actions are having an effect on her, which only spurs you on.

"Inside?" You ask, after another few minutes.

"Hmm. Would that feel good? Fucking yourself with your fingers?"

"Yes," you reply breathlessly.

"Put one inside that pretty pussy for me."

Your whole body feels warm, core aching, as you press your middle finger in slowly. You always have a hard time getting the right angle when you finger yourself, but today you find it slips in easily, perhaps because you're wetter than you normally are when you touch yourself. You begin to pump it in and out, your palm pressing up against your clit.

"Mmm" you moan, biting your lip, trying to keep your voice down.

"No, I want to hear you, bonita," Patri says. You let your mouth fall open, sighing her name.

"Are you thinking of my fingers in you?"

You nod. "Another finger? Please?"

"Tell me how good it feels, and then you can add another finger."

"Feels good," is all you can manage.

"Yeah?" Something hits the bed next to you. You open your eyes, finding a pink vibrator resting next to your leg. You look up towards Patri, who doesn't appear to have moved, leading you to believe she had it in her pocket. You reach for it, but clearly, the brunette is in a bit of a teasing mood.

"No, not yet. Add another finger first."

You pull your finger all the way out, spreading wetness onto your ring finger, before you push both back inside of you. You return to your previous rhythm, and your hips are beginning to grind down on your hand.

"You sounds so wet, amor. Are you wet?"

"Sí," you whine.

"How wet?" Patri asks, almost mockingly. It makes your skin flush redder, but you don't dislike it.

"Really wet, baby. I'm dripping."

"Good. Turn the vibrator on, and put it on your clit."

Your fingers slow inside of you as you rush to do as she stays, but when you get the vibrator in place over your clit, your fingers pick up the pace again, moving rapidly. A light buzzing sound fills the room, and the combination of that, and the wet sounds of your fingers moving in and out of your hole, is almost pornographic.

"Patri, so good," you whimper, completely lost in the sensations.

"That's right, making yourself feel so good. Turn up the vibe."

You do as she says, clicking it up higher, and your hips jump when you make contact with your clit.

"I'm close," you warn, increasing the pace of your fingers until your hand is loudly making contact with your skin.

"Are you gonna come?"

"Sí, please Patri," you don't really know why you're asking permission, very ready to fall over the edge, but it's almost immediate when Patri responds.

"You've been so good. Come. Now." It's more of a command than anything else she's said has been, and you come with a long, drawn out moan of her name. Your brain is slightly fuzzy, but you hear what Patri says next anyway.

"I haven't even touched you, and I've already got you screaming my name." You wait until your body has stopped twitching to reply.

"Don't get too cocky. I was promised something in return? Not sure if you can live up to what I can do myself, though." You joke. Patri smirks, rising from the couch and walking towards you. You move to the edge of the bed to meet her in a heated kiss. She laces her fingers through your hair, holding your face against hers.

Breaking the kiss, she tugs lightly on your bottom lip with her teeth. "Are you ready?" she asks, an excited glint in her eye.

"Yes, please, Patri," you beg.

"Bueno." She pulls herself from your grasp, disappearing briefly into the bathroom. Impatiently, you lay back on the bed, bringing a hand up to tease your chest. Patri is only gone for a couple minutes, her light footsteps on the carpet urging you to sit back up. The sight that greets you is one that has you confused.

Patri is walking towards you, naked, but strap and dildo in hand as opposed to secured around her waist. She approaches the bed, handing you both items. You look at them, and then look at her, raising an eyebrow.

"Put it on." She says lowly.

You reach for her, but she steps away. A small smile is playing at her lips, and you know she's enjoying this.

"I didn't say put it on me," she whispers.

You blink up at her. "You want me..." You ask, trailing off, eyes wide.

"Quiero que me folles. With the strap. Okay?" Patri says, leaning down to lay kisses on your jaw. You struggle to form words as Patri's lips leave marks on your skin. You've realized your mistake; your girlfriend promised that you guys would use the strap if you made yourself come, but she didn't specify who would be using it on who.

"Are you sure?" You finally get out. Patri pulls away, eyes softening.

"Only if you want to, mi amor," She says, running her thumb up and down your jawline.

"I don't know if I'll be good at it," you admit.

Patri grins at this. "You will be." She sounds so sure, and really, Patri knows you better than anyone. If she thinks you'll be good, you probably will be.

"Okay." You say finally, rising from the bed and getting the strap clipped around your waist. Patri smiles, sitting on the edge of the bed. Once the harness is secured around your waist, you straddle her, pushing her to lay back on the mattress. You don't waste any time, figuring that if you're going to do this, you might as well do it right.

You know you have to work Patri up to taking the dildo strapped across your waist; this one was a stretch sometimes for even you, and you took it regularly.

The two of you make out for a few minutes, until you feel Patri beginning to squirm under you. You pull away from her face, smiling down at her. Her lips are red and slightly swollen, and she's looking at you like you're the prettiest person she's ever laid her eyes on.

You begin to kiss down her body, letting your lips linger on her chest briefly, before you end up between her legs, pushing them open. You run a careful finger through her core, just barely applying any pressure, and her hips buck up into your hands.

"You're soaked, amor," you say, pressing a hand onto her abdomen to keep her hips pinned to the bed. She is; you've never seen her this wet before from just kissing you.

Patri only responds with a quiet whimper, bringing her hands down to pull your head closer to where she wants you.

"No, no. You put me in charge, we're going to do this my way." You smirk. She sighs, but removes her hands, instead bringing one up to pinch at her nipple, and gripping the sheets in the other.

"Por favor, mas."

"We'll get there, baby. You just need to be patient." Patri huffs, but the sound is cut off abruptly when you suddenly run your tongue through her, licking happily at the taste of her. You've developed a plan, one to make Patri enjoy this as much as possible.

You have your hands pressed to her thighs, keeping them open, while you bury your mouth in her. You focus on her clit after a minute, alternating between flicking it rapidly with your tongue and sucking it, hard, into your mouth.

It doesn't take very long at all to get Patri worked up, and soon, she's letting out short gasps, a sound that tells you she's close. You increase the pace of your tongue, pushing her over the edge. Her thighs clamp down around your head, but you work her through it, licking and suckling at her clit until she's a whimpering mess above you. She's barely had a second to come down before you are dragging a finger through the abundant wetness leaking out of her, and pushing it into her pulsing cunt.

"Oh!" She exclaims, once again attempting to lace her fingers through your hair. She loves nothing more than to hold you against her while she grinds up into your face, but today, that is not how things are going to do.

"Hands off, Patricia," you murmur against her, letting your finger come to a rest inside of her.

"No, don't stop, amor," she groans, withdrawing her hands from your hair again, and grabbing onto the headboard behind her.

"Then listen," you say warningly, before moving your finger again. She's tight, as she always is, but she loosens up quickly for you, and it isn't long before you're rocking 2 fingers into her. Patri much prefers you to focus on her clit, so you've never really gone over 2 fingers, but you know how big the cock she's about to get is, and she'll need more than 2 fingers if she's going to take it comfortably.

She's wet enough for it, definitely, leaking and dripping out all over your hand and onto the sheets. Your fingers' every movement is marked by a filthy wet sound.

You start slow with your third finger, just barely pressing it in to the first knuckle before pausing, waiting for her to adjust. She does, quickly.

"You're opening up so well for me, beautiful," you tell her, and the noise she lets out at the praise lights a fire in your veins. You work the rest of the third finger in, until you can easily pump them in and out. She's already made a mess, your hand is absolutely covered in her wetness.

You begin to move faster, looking up at where her head is thrown back in pleasure. Her back is arching, and her knuckles are turning white where they hold onto the headboard. Her breaths are becoming stuttered, and you know you're getting her close again.

This time, when her body tenses under you, you wait until you're sure she's about to come, before pulling all three fingers out, leaving her pussy empty, clenching and dripping in front of you.

"No, no, amor, no!" She cries out, snapping her head forward to look at you pleadingly. You only smile at her, climbing up her body. You place a thigh between her legs, mostly to keep them apart, but she immediately starting rocking herself against your leg, hands linking together behind your neck as she looks at you pleadingly.

"Do you want to come?"

"Sí," she nods, pussy sliding back and forth across your thigh rapidly.

"Then stop moving. You're going to come with me deep inside of you." Patri's jaw drops at your words, not used to you speaking so filthily, or using such a bossy tone. Her brown eyes, heavily dilated, gaze up at yours, and you can see the restraint it's taking her not to flip the both of you over, and take back the reins. Still, she forces herself to stop grinding up into you, even groans at the lack of contact on her throbbing cunt.

"Good, there you go. Are you ready for me?" You ask sweetly, leaving gentle kisses on both of her cheeks and her nose as she calms down.

"Sí, listo, estoy listo," she begs. You sit up, situating yourself in between her legs. You position the silicone dick at her entrance, running it up and down through her folds. You run your fingers through her, and coat your cock in her arousal, deciding that Patri is wet enough to take it without any lube.

You look down at her again, just barely beginning to push the tip in. Patri's eyebrows immediately scrunch, but she's keeping her hands on the headboard, like you'd told her to. You know she probably needs more contact in order to feel comfortable.

"Hold on to me, baby, we'll go as slow as you need," you tell her, and her eyes flutter open as she grips your waist with shaky hands.

"Inside, please," she whispers, pulling on your hips. You nod, leaning down to meet her lips. The kiss is slow and sensual, and full of reassurance. From you, that you'll take care of her. And from her, that she trusts you to.

You pull back, watching her face carefully as you push in further. The movement is somehow both foreign and easy for you; you know what Patri does to you, and you know instinctually, somehow, what will feel good for her.

"Es grande," she murmurs, adjusting to the feeling of you pushing your cock inside of her.

"You picked it out," you reply, but you stop your movements, waiting until she looks more comfortable to continue.

"Más," she says finally. Now, her eyes are shut, and her hips are beginning to push down to meet your gentle thrusts, as you work the entire length inside of her. Her whole upper body is flushed red, and she's breathless, feeling so full of you.

Once you've bottomed out, you rest your hand on her stomach, rubbing softly until she opens her eyes to look at you.

"Okay?" You ask.

"Please move," she begs in response, and your lips twist up into a somewhat devilish grin, one she isn't used to seeing very often.

You move slowly at first, dragging your cock in and out of her, waiting until her hands have started squeezing at your hips to move faster. You, too, are getting used to the movements, but you quickly figure out what works and what doesn't. When you do move faster, it's to set a quick rhythm, pushing all the way in before pulling almost all the way out, and repeating.

Patri's looked like the air has been knocked out of her lungs, face sticky with sweat as she writhes around on the bed under you.

"Good?" You check, continuing your motions.

"Tan buena," she says, barely making it through the short sentence before a moan cuts through her words. At her reassurance, you wrap your arms under her legs, lifting them up slightly. It gives you a better angle, and you fuck into her faster, hips now meeting hers with every thrust.

"Bonita," she cries out, back arching up off the bed. You can see the beginnings of a powerful orgasm starting to build in her, and you know that, likely, she won't be able to take more than one, not with the way she's already so dazed.

"Are you going to make a mess on my cock, Patri?" You ask.

"Sí, I'm so close," she whimpers. You let go of one of her legs, reaching down to rub over her clit. Her body jumps at the contact and she's letting out breathless moans with every breath.

"Amor, I need you," she cries, opening her eyes to gaze up at you.

"I'm here, baby," you tell her, looking down in concern at the tears in her eyes. If she didn't have such a tight grip on your hips, if she wasn't rocking herself into your every thrust, you would be worried.

"More, I need you closer," she says. You're grateful that you're an athlete in that moment, because you are sure that otherwise your legs and abs would be burning heavily.

You lean down, pushing her knees back and to the side as you do. You remove your fingers from her clit, holding yourself up over her as you pump in and out, pressing your forehead to hers.

"Rub your clit for me, baby," you tell her. Patri brings her own hand down, fingers moving quickly over her clit. Her other arm wraps around your neck, and she presses her lips to yours as she begins to twitch under you.

"Come on, Patri, come."

It's a long orgasm, the buildup stealing her breath as your hips continue their unrelenting pace. As the waves of pleasure begin to wash over her, she cries out, louder than you've ever heard her, both arms wrapping desperately around you. The midfielder's legs wrap around your waist, holding you to stay buried deep inside her, and you use smaller thrusts to work her through it as her body shakes and trembles.

"Dios mío," she groans, before her body falls completely limp under yours. The only sounds in the room are both of your rapid breathing. You wait until her chest isn't heaving as much to pull out of her, struggling slightly to get the harness off. When you do, you toss it aside, and lay back on the bed, propped up on your elbow as you look down at Patri. Her eyes are still shut, legs still trembling.

"Baby?" You call, running a single finger back and forth over her cheek.

"Mmm," she responds.

"Are you okay?" You ask because, really, you've never seen her like this after sex. You'd given her plenty of orgasms before, of course, but never one this strong, and never one that seemed to completely destroy her.

"Sí, just need a bit," she replies, leaning closer to you until you allow her into your arms, scratching softly at her back as she pushes her face into your neck. After a few minutes, she speaks again, voice stronger. "I'm never wearing that again. It's yours now, you're too good for us to do anything different."

"Oh really?" You laugh. "I don't agree. I quite like it when you fuck me, I'm not very willing to trade. I think you should only get it for special occasions, when you've been good."

"I'm always good." The brunette replies impatiently.

"Hmm. I don't know about that." She pulls away to glare at you. You lean in, kissing lightly at the scrunch in her eyebrows. Her face relaxes, and she leans back into you.

"Thank you. I- I've never felt like that before. That good. You made me feel so good." She admits, the worst whispered like they're a secret into the skin of your neck.

"It was fun." You admit. "Maybe we can do it again. After I've gotten my well deserved reward."

Patri laughs quietly against you. "Oh, you'll get a reward, bonita. I have a few in mind already."

You kiss the top of her head. "Good. Not now though. You should rest so you can walk tomorrow, otherwise the girls will be relentless at training."

Patri lets out an exaggerated sigh, burrowing closer to you, the unspoken words clear; she'd rest here forever if she could.

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for a while, writing this felt like stabbing myself in the eye, but a few days away was good and i'm happy with how it turned out.

i hope it was worth the wait :) thanks everyone for being patient with me.

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[wosoluver]

Don't get sad, get even.

Part 2/? - previous - next

Patri x reader, Claudia x reader.

And then monday came. You were all getting ready to go out for training, when Patri came into the locker room. You had never seen her so pissed. You and Clau only shared a look and moved outside.

It was weird. For everyone. This had never happened before. The team divided into two groups to play against each other, after doing gym work and solo drills.

You and Piña were in one team and Patri on another.

Everyone was so confused, but no one dared to ask about it.

Mainly because you and Clau seemed totally fine. But Patri was a different story. She looked like a bull ready to charge at her target.

And she did.

She was competitive, the whole team knew. But that wasn't what she was going in for today.

She didn't care about winning.

She cared about letting out her anger.

The first 10 minutes were fine. Until Patri got a chance to foul Claudia. Pushing her to the ground.

"What the hell, Guijarro" - Said Alexia, who was captain of your group. - "You're a midfielder not a defender. There was no need for that! Chill out."

You looked over at Piña to make sure she was okay, as she nodded at you.

But you couldn't make past another 20 minutes before she did it again. But this time she went in hard. She didn't even aim for the ball, she went straight for Clau's legs.

And she let out a hiss in pain.

You were boiling at this point.

"Are you fucking serious right now?" - you screamed running to check on your friend.

"Oh look who it is!" - You could feel the venom in her words. But before you could say anything Claudia was quick on her feet.

"Shut up!" - She yelled as she pushed Patri's chest - "You've been acting like a baby throwing a tantrum all day!"

"Hey! Hey, cut it out both of you!" - Paredes said raising her voice to try and separate them.

By then coach was already coming in to intervene.

"You two, my office. Now." - Patri followed Piña in with an incredulous face.

"What's going on with the three of you? And don't lie!"

"Ale can we please talk about this later? Please?"

"Fine. But your not running from me."

But you kind of did. Once the game was over, you ran straight to Giráldez's office.

They weren't there so you guessed the scolding was over.

But when you walked in the locker room, there was the two of them, being scolded by Ale, Irene and Mario.

Since they were too busy to notice you, you went straight to shower.

When you came out, they were all doing their own thing.

"Y/N!"

You slowly turned on your heels. Like a child who was caught doing something they shouldn't.

"Can I at least put on my clothes?" - wearing nothing but the towel.

"Not this time."

"We just had a fight. Just best friends' things."

"I don't believe you. I've never seen them go at each other like that!"

"Ale, we just had a disagreement and Patri was angry Piña sided with me."

"I still don't believe you. But you three better sort this out quick." - Leaving to go to shower.

You changed quickly and went to talk to Clau.

"So?"

"We're suspended for the next game."

"Unbelievable."

You guys definitely needed to have a talk.

I know most of you want a Piña happy ending. But what would that look like for you guys? I'd love to know. I'm still deciding where to go with this one.

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[helen-with-an-a]

First Time Crush pt 2

Hi. So it's a little short, but I think it's quite cute. Again, if your name is Ellie, I apologise but it's a very common name for 20-24 yr olds in the UK

Barca Femeni x Reader; OC x Reader

Description: R is trying to text Ellie

Word Count: 1.5k

Part 1 : Part 2

It had been 3 days. 3 days of you sitting and staring at your phone with Ellie’s number saved in it. It’s not that you didn’t want to text her – you so desperately wanted to text her – it was more that you didn’t know how. You didn’t really do … whatever you were attempting to do. Everyone at Barca knew you didn’t really initiate hangouts or things like that. They were more than happy to sort it all for you. Your birthday meal – Alexia had texted everyone saying when and where to meet; your turn to organise team bonding – Ingrid had taken over for you, telling everyone what to bring and when to turn up at your flat; you wanted to do go exploring on your day off – Ona had created the group chat. It’s not that you didn’t want to; it’s that you just … couldn’t.

“Have you texted your uno amor verdadero yet?” Jana called across the locker room. You blushed heavily, turning your head away from the group. Their eyes fell on you, waiting for a response. Your silence spoke volumes.

“Amiga, it’s been 3 days,” Pina said exacerbated.

“I know,” you said meekly, well aware of how many days it had been

“She’s going to think you don’t like her,” Martina added.

“I know,” you replied even more dejectedly. That was something you really didn’t want to happen. You really liked Ellie. You really, really liked Ellie. You wanted to hold her hand and make her laugh. You wanted to see her smile as you handed her her morning coffee and help her with her Spanish. You wanted her to kiss you on the cheek for good luck like you saw Olga do for Alexia. You wanted her to push your sweaty hair back from your face when you went up to her in the crowd after a match like you saw Mapi do for Ingrid. You wanted her to press a sweet kiss to your lips as she drew you into a congratulatory hug like Cata’s girlfriend did with her.

“She’s probably waiting for you to text her,” Bruna added.

“I know,” you said so quietly it was barely audible. They really weren’t helping you at the moment. To them, it was simple – a pretty girl you liked gave you her number, so why weren’t you using it?

Social anxiety has plagued you since you first interacted with peers your age. At nursery, you hung behind your parent’s legs as the other children ran wild. In primary school, you were fine doing keepy-uppies by yourself all break and lunch. In secondary school, you were hardly ever there, often being taught by the academy tutors instead, so you never had to make friends. On the field, you thrived; you were cool, calm, and collected. Football was predictable; football had a routine; football had patterns to figure out and break down. People did not. People did strange things like wear your England jersey to tour club games; people broke from their patterns of wearing said jersey that threw you off; people held your hand and wrote their number on their arm; people did unexpected things.

“You have to text her,” Vicky sighed. God, even a child had more experience in this type of things than you did.

“I know,” you mouthed – the sound not coming out. You felt your eyes sting, and you willed yourself not to cry. It was so silly, crying over texting someone. Ellie had told you to text her. She was awaiting your message. Ellie wanted you to text her.

“Per la merda, give it here.” Patri said after a few too many moments of silence. She snatched your phone from your bag without waiting for a response. They had chosen their time to question you well, having waited until the older girls were out of the changing room to go for lunch so they couldn’t be scolded as they began their interrogation.

“No, Patri,” you begged. You knew exactly what she was going to do, and it was exactly what you didn’t want. You wanted to do this by yourself, not have someone take over again. You needed to step up and do this. But every time you clicked on Ellie’s contact, you froze—the paralysing fear taking over once again.

“Sí, Patri.” She smiled, running back to her little group with your phone as they typed away. You floundered; what could you do? They severely outnumbered you. And your go-to protectors – Alexia, Ingrid, Irene, Paños – were all out of the room and likely wouldn’t be coming to look for you for a good 10 to 20 minutes yet. As your mind spiralled into chaos, thinking about all the possible things that could go wrong with them texting Ellie, you missed Alexia and Ingrid slipping back into the room.

It was obvious what was happening. You were almost in tears, clutching onto the bench so tightly your knuckles were white – and a little group stood in a tight circle, eyes flicking back to you occasionally as they whispered and giggled to each other. They loved you like you were their little sister – they could annoy the shit out of you, teasing and causing small meaningless arguments like they would with their actual sisters. But if they saw anyone else doing it – this meant war.

“Qué está pasando?” Alexia shouted. It would have been comical had you not been so upset. Patri’s head snapped up; Alexia could see the colour draining despite standing by the door.

“Å kjære. Kom hit,” Ingrid rushed to your side, pulling your trembling form into her body before glaring daggers at the group in the corner.

“Patricia Guijarro,” Alexia’s voice was ominous. “Vine aquí.” Patri gulped; Alexia wasn’t supposed to back this soon. “Per què cariño pràcticament plora?” She was speaking in Catalan, so you couldn’t understand her very well, but you recognised ‘cariño’ and knew you were the topic of that conversation. Patri’s response was a flood of rapid Catalan, the two of them descending into a harsh argument. It made you even more stressed – you didn’t mean to be the cause of a rift within the team. All because you couldn’t text a girl who willingly gave you her number when you hadn’t even asked.

“Relax, Kjæreste. Everything is fine.” Ingrid soothed, sensing your increasing agitation.

The angry voices eventually died as Patri came to stand before you. She waited for you to look at her – expecting to see your watery eyes and wobbling lip. When you didn’t emerge from Ingrid’s chest, even long after the socially acceptable time limit, Patri could tell they may have fucked up a little.

“Um … lo siento, pensábamos que te estábamos ayudando,” you didn’t look like you had even heard her. She tried again, in English this time, hoping that maybe you just didn’t understand her (her English comprehension dipped considerably when she felt any extreme emotion).

“I’m … we’re … really, really sorry, chica. We thought we were helping—we don’t want this opportunity to disappear for you. I’m so, so sorry.” You heard her the first time, but it was nice to hear her say it in English, too. You lifted your head from Ingrid’s neck, straightened a little, and adjusted your top.

“It’s …” You were going to tell her that it was fine—that she hadn’t technically done anything wrong. But Alexia and Ingrid both shuffled a little, letting you know their displeasure and that everything was not fine. “Thank you,” you settled on—giving Patri a weak smile and nodding at the others, all sheepishly standing as far away from you as possible in the small room.

You were going to speak again when your phone buzzed.

Y/N: Hi. This is Y/N. I absolutely loved talking to you the other day at the match and wondered if you wanted to continue it? Maybe over coffee? I know a few places that sell good stuff and aren’t too busy.

Ellie: Nice try. Ik this isn’t Y/N – my guess is Pina, Bruna or Patri. My girl definitely can’t ask me out like that. But tell her, yes, I would like to go out for coffee with her tho. After ur next home game? xxx

Her girl? You liked the sound of that. You took a deep breath and typed your response.

Y/N: Hi

Y/N: Yes pls to the coffee

You waited a little before rushing to add,

Y/N: It’s actually me now btw

Ellie: Ik – my girl txts exactly as she talks x

You blushed, the world around you fading into obscurity as you texted. You missed the soft smiles and caring looks the others gave each other. You sighed happily, looking up to see all eyes were on you again.

“Ayyyyyy,” Patri cheered.

“Cariño tiene novia” Alexia sang happily, reaching around Ingrid to pinch at your pink cheeks.

“Ingrid, make them stop.” You muttered as you watched the younger girls dance around singing about how they got you a girlfriend.

“No chance, kjære.” She smiled, bringing you into a gentle hug. “Just wait until Maps and Lucy hear about this.”

I hope you liked it <3<3<3

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[skipper1331]

Proposal // Patri Guijarro

a/n: based off this request. Hope you like it :)

Santorini, Greece

"Amor?"

Patri’s hand stuck out to your side of the bed. Empty. Something she didn‘t like. She grumbled, sitting up. The point of your vacation was to fall asleep and wake up in each others arms. So where were you? "¿Dónde estás?" she called again. No answer.

You were in the kitchen, listening to music as you made breakfast for your lover. Today was the day, you would propose to your longterm girlfriend. You always thought that if you were going to get married you would get asked and not the other way around but after seven years you took matters into your own hands.

Patri suggested the idea of a vacation in Greece, she knew you dreamt about visting it sometime so after an exhausting season she suprised you with a trip to Santorini. It was perfect for your proposal, just the two of you, in a foreign country (which was beautiful). The ring was hidden in the first drawer of nightstand, risky at some point but not risky at all. Patri never looked in there, she didn‘t need too.

As Patri patted down the stairs she could smell the aroma of her favorite breakfast and there you were, in the kitchen, dancing and singing to the music, wearing nothing but a shirt of Patri which was slightly too big for you. You looked adorable. She could only watch.

"Ah! You scared the shit out of me!" you screeched as you saw the midfielder standing at the open door frame. "Well, you‘re the one who‘s not in bed. With me" she walked up to you, her body seeking for your touch. "But i‘m making breakfast, your favorite."

She hummed in to your neck, leaving gentle kisses along your exposed shoulder. "I don‘t like it when my pretty girl isn‘t in my bed" she mumbled, you turned around in her embrace, arms looping around her neck "you sure about that?" you pressed soft kisses to her jaw, her grip around your hips tightening as respond "I left the bed two hours ago and you didn‘t notice" your lips wandered to her neck, leaving open mouth kisses before you found her sweet spot, sucking a reddish mark on it. "Mi amor" the spaniard breathed out, walking you back against the kitchen counter. Patri loved to feel your kisses against her neck but she had to feel them against her mouth. She tilted her head down, fiercely, connecting your lips. You became lost in each other as your lips moved in sync, the blissful rush running through your bodies at every brush. As her hand started to wander under your shirt, you gently pushed her away. "Breakfast is ready" was the only thing you managed to say, your mind spinning as your knees trembled. "Amor" she whined, "you‘re such a tease"

-

"Mi amor, still up to relaxing at the beach and eating at the cute restaurant?" your girl asked as you finished breakfast. "Yeah, we can go in about 10 minutes If you want to?"

The thing was, you had planned to propose but not how. You wanted something private but still something sweet and loving. You knew her well enough to know that she wouldn‘t want someting fancy, she loved simple things; she loved to see that there was an effort made.

"Let me carry your bag" she said as she took it out of your hand "I can carry it on my own, baby, you know" you giggled. She laced your fingers together, now carrying your and her own bag. "I know but why do so If you have me?" grinning widely, she pressed a kiss to your cheek before you made your way down to the beach.

The sun was shining, wave noises in the backround and your favorite girl laying next to you as you read your book. It was perfect but not a perfect moment to propose.

The ring was in your bag, hidden in a pair of socks as they were covered with a towel and a bottle of water.

After finishing two chapters, you put your book aside, turning to Patri who was laid on her stomach, eyes closed as she soaked in the sun. "Do you wanna go for a swim?" you asked, your index finger scratching along her spine. She faced you before she abruptly stood up, running towards the ocean "last one there has to buy dinner!"

"Patri!" you jumped on your feet, running after her, the brunette already in the water. As soon as you were close enough her arms wrapped around your body, your legs going around her waist, "don’t worry, mi amor, I‘m paying" she whispered, her lips an inch away from your own.

The midfielder loved to pay for you, no matter how often you insisted to pay, she did it anyways, 'I have to treat my girl like she deserves' or 'you‘re the cook at home, i‘m the cook when we go out' were her arguments, you didn‘t stand a chance.

One time you tried, "I won‘t have sex with you for a week if you don‘t let me pay." She gave you one of the meanest glares, considering her options before she answered, "Well, no sex for me then."

You had sex not even two hours later.

"There‘s no point in arguing, right?" you asked anyways. "Mi amor, I‘ll always pay for you, how many times do I have to tell you?" pushing her lips against your own, she showed you that there was no need to argue - you would lose, and to emphasize her words that there‘ll never be a day where you have to pay.

Grinning, you replied, "Maybe a few more times?"

-

Shortly before your reservation at the restaurant, the two of you went home to change and put down your beach bags, the ring now hidden in your small handbag.

Each of you had glass of wine, your main dish ordered as you shared an appetizer. "Mi amor, I‘m so glad we‘re doing this" the spaniard said while her thumb stroked over your knuckles. "Yeah, me too. This place is really cute" you admired. Patri chuckled, "I don‘t mean this place in particular. I‘m talking about this whole vacation" as you looked at her, she seemed at peace. She didn't have to worry about football, about the upcoming season, she could just relax. You smiled at her, about to reply, as the waiter came with your food.

The meals were delicious, so were the desserts and you guessed it, Patri paid.

"Do you wanna go for a walk?" you asked, the sun was setting and something told you, the moment was about to come. "Sí, mi amor." The midfielder interwined your fingers, walking along the streets.

You came to a stop in the middle of nowhere; the view was phenomenal, the sun almost disappearing, the sky a deep red-orange with a pinkish blue (not purple). You could see the waves where exactly one surfer was doing magic on the waves.

It was perfect, the moment.

Patri was enjoying the view as you had your arms around her from behind.

"Patri" you whispered, taking her hand to turn her around. "Seven years with you isn‘t enough. I want you forever. And even though forever will never be enough, it’s a beginning. While things may change around us, this ring," you let go of her hand, pulling the velvet box out of your pocket as you went down on one knee, "is a promise that you will never have to face the world alone." You opened the box, the ring shining in the sunset, "I love you. And I promise you to love you forever and longer. So I’m asking you, will you make the happiest person alive, will you marry me?" your world stopped, your heart was racing, it felt like an eternity before she answered which wasn’t even a second in reality, "Sí, mil veces sí" a thousand times yes, she slipped her finger through the ring, crashing in to you, "Te amo, mi amor, te amo much" Tears were streaming down your faces, hugging each other like your lives depened on it as kisses were shared.

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[sleekswosobession]

they’re idiots

patri guijarro x fem!reader

request: here

A/N: i love patri sm, and again naturally if my writing needs to improve just gimme a shout

TW: mentions of panic attack

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The game was won, it was a very nice win. A comfortable 9-1, and that was fine. What wasn’t fine however were the fans after the game. In one area in particular they just kept throwing shirt and anything for us players to sign. I see Patri, my girlfriend getting frustrated at everything that’s happening and it doesn’t take a genius to see how overwhelmed she is.

Over the past few weeks it seems that the hate towards her has become obscurely large. How could anyone hate her? Especially now that she’s just gone and scored two. As much as she likes to say it doesn’t bother her I know it does and I hate to see the way she loses confidence over meaningless peoples opinions.

I walk over to the section in which fans are screaming, at this point i’m not sure how we can call them fans if they act like this. Alexia and some of the others are kicking game balls into the crowd. I stand right next to Patri, placing my hand on her lower back. She looks surprised, but continues with the overwhelming amount of fans who came to watch.

Around 5 minutes later, I can’t stand to watch her practically near a panic attack. So I say goodbye to the fans and drag her into the tunnel with me, leading her toward an area where no one would be for the time being.

“Patri? Amor, can you look at me?” I whisper, touching her forearm softly. She hesitates and looks up.

It’s then that I can see how conflicted her eyes look, how they’re slightly covered in a layer of tears, how it looks like she’s struggling to breathe. I immediately know what’s wrong.

“Hey, hey. Sit down on the floor with me. Come on.” I guide her making sure her back is rested against the wall. She looks straight up at the ceiling, trying to keep her tears at bay. My heart breaks a little.

“Amorcita, breathe with me. Feel my heartbeat got it?” I take her hand and place it on my heart as I start making exaggerated breathing patterns to help get her back to reality.

“There you go, just like that. You’re ok, they can’t see you. They can’t harm you. It’s just me.” I notice by her movements that she’s coming back. Something which I smile lightly at.

“Gracias” She says so lightly that I can barely hear her. All I do is smile.

We sit against the wall, no words need to be said. Until Alexia in all her glory strides down the hallway in her white fit.

“Hola.” She greets with a smile coming to stand in front of us.

“I suggest you two get back to the changing rooms. Nearly everyone is there, they sent me looking.” She then shifts her focus to my girlfriend.

“Patri, I’m sorry you have to be dealing with all of this stuff. It’s not easy. Just try not to get too worked up. Only makes it worse for yourself.”

“Thanks Ale.” She looks up at the captain who smiles before heading back to the change rooms.

“Well, we should probably go. After our showers, we’ll go back to the apartment and I’ll take your phone.” She looks at me questioningly. “So you don’t go into a spiral of bad thoughts. I know how you are. I won’t let that happen. Ok?” She nods and I pull her up heading back into the changing rooms. The girls all look happy but also worn down, I can empathise with that from all the trainings and games we’ve done.

Still there is a slight buzz in the air after the impressive win. Even if some exhaustion is the cost.

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When Patri and I arrive back home, I stick to my word and she hands me her phone reluctantly. I put both of our phones in my bedside drawer and arrive in the living room to be greeted with Patri on the couch, two glasses of water on the coffee table and one of the Hunger Games movies starting to play on the tv.

I walk over smiling and sit down on the couch cuddling into Patri who only smiles. This is a good way to end the day all things considered.

“Te amo, Patri.”

“Yo también te amo, cariño.” She kisses the top of my head, turning her focus back to the screen.

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[gunnerfc]

Patri Guijarro NSFW Alphabet (18+, minors DNI!)

A: Aftercare

Patri will always tell you how good you took her with a smug look on her face but she'll get you whatever you need

B: Body Part (their favorite body part of themselves and their partner)

Patri's favorite body part is her arms, she’s always showing off in the gym because she knows you are watching her work out and are thinking about her fucking you

Her favorite body part of yours is your hands, Patri loves feeling them tangled in her hair or leaving scratches down her back

C: Cum (anything to do with cum)

Loves making out with you right after she’s gone down on you

D: Dirty Secret 

Patri loves hearing you beg and will edge multiple times before she lets you cum

E: Experience (Are they experienced? Do they know what they are doing?) 

She’s experienced and it shows

F: Favorite Position 

You on your back as she fucks you hard with her strap and you leave scratches up and down her back

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)

Patri is so serious during sex, she’s so focused on making you cum

I: Intimacy (How intimate are they during the moment?)

Despite how rough sex can get with Patri, it’s still very intimate

J: Jack off (Masturbation HC) 

Patri likes watching you try to get yourself off and is super cocky when you beg her to help you because it just doesn’t feel the same

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks) 

She loves marking, she’ll leave hickies all over your body and she loves having you leave scratches on her because it serves as a reminder she fucked really good

L: Location (Favorite place to have sex)

Patri loves having sex with you anywhere, but she does prefer your shared apartment just because she doesn’t have to hold back

M: Motivation (What turns them on?) 

Anytime you run your fingers along her body, they leave goosebumps in their wake and she can’t focus on anything else but your hands on her

N: No (Something they wouldn't do)

Patri isn’t sharing you with anyone, you’re hers and only she can see you in such intimate ways

O: Oral (Preference on giving or receiving)

Giving, she’ll keep your hips pinned to the bed as she eats you out, making you cum many times before pulling away from you

P: Pace (Fast & Rough? Slow & Sensual?) 

Sex with Patri is always fast and rough

Q: Quickie (Thoughts on quickies) 

They happen sometimes but they are too short for her liking

R: Risk (Are they open to experimenting) 

Sort of, she’s open to trying some new things if you bring them up but she’s pretty comfortable with what she likes and doesn’t like

S: Stamina (How many rounds) 

You two go for many rounds with multiple orgasms

T: Toys 

Patri has different straps she uses as well as a vibrator that she uses to edge you

U: Unfair (Do they like the tease)

She loves teasing you, hearing you whine and beg turns her on so much

V: Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make) 

Patri isn’t super loud but she makes soft grunts as she fucks you

W: Wild Card (Random HC)

You left deep scratch marks on her back after a wild night and the next day at training, when the team was getting ready in the locker room everyone could see the lines you left and started teasing you relentlessly

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s on the higher side, you spend a lot of your free time in the bedroom

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

She’s up for a bit after sex, not really tired unless you guys had a long day at training or there was a game

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[maxsimagination]

𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 - 𝗽.𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗷𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗼

warnings: a kiss, fluff

a/n: patri is 25 and reader is 28

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"she just doesn't understand that i have to do it. travelling is part of my job, it's not a choice!"

patri was sitting on my couch in my living room, ranting about troubles in her relationship. her and clara had been together for almost a year, it had been a mostly smooth romance but now it wasn't so smooth.

"have you told her how you feel?"

i always tried my best to support patri no matter what, she was my best friend, but it was difficult when her and clara became a thing because i also had feelings for patri. i didn't dare say anything, in fear of being the reason they broke up.

"i try, but she always ends up yelling at me or crying." i could tell it was tough on patri, her shoulders sagged and she didn't have the spark in her personality anymore. i bought her into a hug and she melted into my embrace. i could hear small sniffles from her head on my shoulder and i rubbed up and down her back.

"i'm here for you, patri. even if you break up."

especially if you break up.

she lifted her head to look at me, a small smile that didn't quite reach her eyes showed on her face. "thank you, y/n. i appreciate it."

"that's what friends are for, nene."

——

i left to go training that morning, my mind filled with thoughts of yesterdays conversation with patri. i had liked her for so long it was hard to imagine what life would be like without her. but i refused to make a move or say anything when she was in a relationship.

when i got to camp nou, there was a couple of fans and paparazzi that hung around the entrance. i simply waved and continue on my way. i put my bags down next to alexia, giving her a hug in acknowledgment.

"¿estas bien?" (are you okay?)

she looked concerned when we pulled apart.

"sí, just a little tired." (yes)

alexia didn't say anything; only a sceptical look on her face. i knew that she knew something was up, and knowing ale, she would try to get to the bottom of it.

we started individual training drills, and then paired up for more. we ended the couple of hours with a scrimmage before everyone peeled off to have a shower. i sat on the benches in the changing rooms, eyes closed, just in my own mind and not really aware of my surroundings. i could hear footsteps and the bench next to me creak, opening my eyes to see alexia looking at me.

"no estás bien. what's wrong?" (you’re not okay.)

i knew there was no point in keeping it from her, she's my captain and close friend, she'd figure it out anyway. "patri tells me everything about her and carla, and she keeps talking to me about how they aren't in a good place but all i want to do is kiss her."

i was blunt about it, and didn't really know what else to say. alexia was quiet for a second before pulling me to stand in front of her. "go have a shower, i'll take you out and we can talk over coffee."

so i did just that. i showered and ale drove us to a small cafe nearby. i found a table while she ordered for us. "bien. habla." (okay. talk.)

"i don't know what to say. you know i've liked patri for a while, but i never said anything about it. yesterday she talked to me about their newest problem and we hugged but i want so much more than to be her best friend and therapist." i looked to alexia with pleading eyes, silently begging her to help me.

"just talk to her. if they aren't doing well then just advise her to end it." it was not what i expected alexia to say, i thought she'd have some philosophical quote to spout at me but i think i liked this answer better.

"are you sure? i don't want to be the reason they break up, ale."

she quirked an eyebrow at me.

"you know you won't be. i think patri actually likes you, but she was scared because you were older and more experienced so she found a different girl."

i smiled a little at that. patri, scared? i never thought i'd see the day. alexia continued. "she's only dating carla because she didn't know how to deal with her feelings for you. a relationship of convenience, if you will."

i laughed at her play on words at the end. she had somehow made me feel less scared about the whole situation.

"thank you ale."

——

i was at home after training the next day, contemplating texting patri to come over. she had a key to my apartment and usually came over by herself anyway but i hadn't seen her since training yesterday, she seemed like she was avoiding me today. instead of getting inside my own head, i thought fuck it, and sent her a message to come over.

in the half hour between sending the text and hearing the doorbell ring, i had thought of a million different situations that could happen. but when i saw patri on the other side of the door i forgot them all.

"hola. come in." (hello.)

i knew something was off since she rung the doorbell. she never uses the doorbell.

"¿estas bien?" (are you okay?)

i wanted to make sure she was alright before i threw my feelings at her. there was a small pause before she started tearing up.

"i broke up with carla."

her voice was small, quiet, very un-patri-like.

"oh, mi cariño." (oh, my darling.)

i hugged her immediately, cradling her head in the crook of my neck. my heart itself was jumping for joy but crying at the same time. she was single.

we sat together, just holding each other, for what seemed like forever, or at least until patri stopped crying. "do you want to talk?"

"she called me today, after training, and we ended up in another argument. i don't remember what it was about this time. she was yelling and i had enough so i told her it was over." it was short and blunt but to the point. our hands were still interlinked, my thumb rubbing up and down.

"i'm so proud of you. i know that sounds weird, but you weren't happy with her and the team could tell. you did what was best for you." i hoped my words were the right ones.

patri looked at me and broke into a smile, the first genuine one i'd seen from her in days. "i'm so glad i had you here with me." she hugged me again, her arms weaving themselves around my waist. my body froze, short-circuited at her touch.

i was extremely unsure if i was reading too much into the action. but when we pulled apart patri was closer. she was very close to my face and it took everything in me not to kiss her.

we held eye contact before everything stopped, she leant in and our lips collided. i let her take control of the situation, not wanting to push anything. patri pulled away and her eyes widened at what just happened.

"lo siento mucho, i'm so sorry, y/n." (i’m so sorry)

it took me a second but i smiled at her surprise.

"you have no idea how long i wanted that for."

"¿qué?" (what?)

"sí, i've wanted to kiss you for ages." (yes) i

t was almost like a joke to me now, i knew everything was ok and i wasn't afraid to speak my feelings. patri was the opposite, practically a stuttering mess which i never thought i'd see.

"patri." i grabbed her hand.

"what i'm trying to say is that i like you. i have since before you started dating carla. now you're not, and i'm telling you i like you." i watched as she processed what i'd told her.

"¿quieres ser mi novia?" (do you want to be my girlfriend?)

i slowly smiled at her words.

"sí. i would love to be your girlfriend, patri." (yes.)

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[ktgoodmorning]

Drunk and not in love

Patri Guijarro x reader

You and Patri have always hated each other, but can copious amount of alcohol change that?

Masterlist

You weren’t sure how it had even started but for as long as you could remember, you and Patri were always at each other’s throats. At this point, your anger for each other was more of a habit than anything else. The two of you had grown up playing on the national team together so everyone knew it would be no different when you moved to Barcelona. At this point, the rest of the team had gotten used to your constant attitudes towards each other. 

Both of you were professional enough to not let it affect your playing, knowing you actually played quite well together. Somehow the link up between you was always seamless. It was because of this, that the rest of the team usually let it go when you would get on each other’s nerves. 

When not playing against a common enemy, you were constantly going at each other. In training, you’d deliver tackles on her with a bit more aggression than you would to any other teammate while she would often be giving you harsh words on how you weren’t doing something right.

 It bothered you how the older woman was always acting like she was better than you, despite having a very similar skill level. Why was it okay for her to get on your case for every little mistake? So you’d always return her words with even harsher ones, or at times, a nudge against her shoulder as you’d walk away. The two of you always had some sort of complaint against each other and the rest of the team had learned to ignore it. 

Nobody quite understood where the animosity between you had stemmed from, including you and Patri. To everyone else, the two of you seemed like you should be best friends. You were extremely similar- always joking around, fiercely loyal, constantly looking for a good time, and extremely serious on the pitch. Your friends had tried many times to figure it out, hoping you could somehow make amends, but always failing. You ran in all the same circles, so eventually your friends learned to look past it. As long as you could both be around each other and be civil enough to not ruin the night, they could deal with the constant eye rolls you threw at each other. 

It was after training when Claudia threw her arm around your shoulders as you made your way to the locker room. “You gotta come with us, we’ve got some time off so we can have some real fun tonight. It’ll be me, Mapi,, Mario, Patri-”

“Ugghhhh, why does she have to be there?” 

“Stop it,” she layed a light smack against the side of your head. “You need to get over it. She’s our friend too and you need to learn to get along. You’re coming with.” 

You knew that Claudia was right. Even if you didn’t like Patri, you needed to get better at ignoring her and just having fun with the rest of your friends. “Alright I’m in, but-”

The younger girl cut you off by attacking you in an excited hug, “Yes! I told Mapi you’d come!”

“But, I’m gonna need a lot of drinks to make it through without killing somebody so you better be buying.” You gave your best friend a smirk, knowing she’d have no problem agreeing to this deal. Claudia gave you another smile, eager to have a night out with all of you later that evening. 

~ 

You arrived at the club with Claudia by your side. The two of you were the first ones to arrive and were more than happy to start your night with a couple shots before anyone else came. You settled into a booth across from her, each holding a shot in one hand and a drink in the other. 

“You know I don’t know what your guys’ problem is, you’re basically the same person.” Your best friend shrugged at you, knowing you had had this conversation a million times before and had never made any progress. 

“I don’t know what to tell you, Claudia, she’s always hated me, and I’m not gonna let her say shit to me without defending myself.” 

“But do you really think she hates you that much? You’re telling me it’s all about you defending yourself and none of it is you having an issue with her? Clearly you do!”

Suddenly, Mapi slid into the booth next to you, followed closely by Mariona and Patri. “Clearly you do what?” 

“Clearly she-”

“Nothing!” You awkwardly cut Claudia off before she could tell everyone how you had been discussing your relationship with Patri, hoping to change the subject. “Pina, don’t you have drinks you’re supposed to be buying me?”

At this, your best friend gave you a wink, seeing right through you, before going with Mapi to get more drinks for everyone. 

“So what, you’re just letting Pina buy all your drinks tonight?” You looked up to see Patri glaring at you, scoffing at your lack of immediate response.

All you could do was roll your eyes, “Well if I’m gonna spend the whole night with you here, I can only hope I drink enough to not remember it tomorrow.” Your voice was dripping in irritation, frustrated at how quickly she decided to sour your night. Why couldn’t she just let you be? 

Patri’s eyebrows raised, somehow surprised at your quip back at her, but just as she opened her mouth to respond, the rest of your friends returned with plenty of shots for everyone. 

“We got everyone shots, plus… extras for our two favorite enemies!” A smirk was plastered across Mapi’s face, as she and Claudia set one shot down in front of everyone, two in front of both you and Patri. You rolled your eyes as all your friends giggled, but deep down, you couldn’t have been more grateful for the extra alcohol to help you through the night. 

After you had downed a few more drinks, you all made your way to the dance floor. Ever since the drink comment, you and Patri had managed to successfully ignore each other. If you couldn’t get along, at least the silence was better than the constant fighting. 

The alcohol being constantly pushed on you by your friends, certainly was doing its job, loosening you up more than usual. Your hips were swaying against whoever was closest to you, usually Claudia. The two of you lived for nights like this, finally being able to have fun and forget about all the other stress in your life. Your body fueled by the music (and alcohol) coursing through you, you jumped around somewhat aimlessly, stumbling slightly at times, always being caught by one of your friends. 

You didn’t even notice when you stumbled backwards slightly, straight into Patri, allowing her to steady you with her hands on your waist. Your three friends all shared a look, worried that the older woman would snap at you for falling into her. Nothing could have surprised them more than when Patri, still holding you tightly, laughed. 

You looked at her over your shoulder and joined her giggles, immediately returning to your dancing. It was as if you didn’t even notice who it was who had their hands on your waist as you smiled at her.

Your response was something they’d expect from you if you’d fallen into Pina, or Mario, or anyone else besides Patri, but this- this made no sense. The other girls all shared another look, this time more confused than anything else. Maybe they had gotten both of you more drunk than they realized? There’s no way all it took for you to be civil was alcohol. But here you were and nobody was about to question it, in fear of it ending when you both realized what you were doing. 

You were in your own little world, just having fun with whoever was closest. It didn’t matter that the person you were dancing against was your sworn enemy, if she was willing to join you, you were willing to let it happen. When you both realized you were okay with what was happening between you, the older woman’s hands pulled you in closer to her, still holding you by the hips. You let your head fall back onto her shoulder, relaxing into her touch, as you continued to grind into her front. Patri made eye contact as you looked back at her, greeting you with more smiles, clearly both enjoying your current position. Your hand snaked around to the back of her neck, holding her even closer for you to plant a brief kiss to the side of her jaw, before continuing the movement of your hips. She must not have minded the contact as she too continued her actions, enjoying this newfound time with you. 

You continued like this for a while, neither of you bothered by what was going on, just enjoying yourselves like you would if you were with anybody else. The two of you were only separated when another random drunk person staggered into you, causing Patri to let go of you in order to keep the stranger from fully falling onto you. 

Once the person had been moved by friends of their own, you turned back to the midfielder, giving her yet another smile. She returned the gesture, both of you remaining wordless. It was as if neither of you wanted to address what had just happened, too stubborn to admit how much you’d enjoyed each other’s presence. Too scared to fully trust each other after a lifetime of disrespect. 

All you could do was give her a slight nod of acknowledgement before going back to find Claudia. Your body needed a break from the dance floor and you knew your best friend had a tendency of getting carried away on nights out, so it wouldn’t hurt to check on her. You didn’t realize much time you had spent with Patri until you checked your watch and saw how late it was. In that time, Pina had clearly found some more drinks and was now just as drunk as you. 

Everyone knew that when you were this drunk together, you became a dangerous (and annoying) combination, only encouraging each other to get crazier and crazier. As soon as Mariona saw the two of you, laughing obnoxiously at the bar, ordering yet another drink, she was quick to order you an Uber, knowing that the sooner you went home, the better it’d be for everyone. 

She tried to pull you both up and coax you towards the door but neither of you were in the mood to listen, still just giggling and fighting back against her, wanting to stay. “Mariooo, why do you have to kill all the fun,” you whined as you both pouted up at her, only somewhat coherent. Suddenly Mapi and Patri both joined her efforts, all knowing they didn’t want to handle you any longer than they had to. 

Now being three against two, they successfully pulled you out of the club, just as your Uber was pulling up. Mapi and Mariona had taken to helping get Pina in the backseat as she was much worse off than you, leaving Patri to make sure you got in okay. You welcomed her touch as she placed her arm around your waist, making sure you wouldn’t trip. If this had been any other time, you would’ve preferred she left you for dead before allowing her to lay a hand on you. But for some reason, right now you leaned into it, comforted by the way she was pressed into your side. 

As soon as you were seated, she leaned over you to buckle your seatbelt and Pina immediately took advantage of the opportunity. “Patri aren’t you gonna kiss your new girlfriend goodnight before we go?” Her comment threw the both of you into a fit of drunken giggles, making you miss the way the older woman rolled her eyes in annoyance before shutting the car door. 

Once you and Claudia were alone in the backseat, she continued her teasing towards you. “What was with all the dancing huh? I’m surprised you didn’t fuck right on the dance floor with how close you were. Did you forget how much you hate her or what?” You could hardly make out her words as she slurred through them, constantly interrupting herself to laugh at her own jokes. 

You tuned her out as your best friend continued talking, mostly to herself, all the way back to your shared apartment. It was hard for you to make sense of what had gone on tonight, but then again, did you really need to? Maybe this would be the start of a newfound friendship or maybe you’d just be able to coexist without killing each other. You’d have to wait and see. You still didn’t really like her, she’d said a lot of crappy things to you over the years and it was hard to just let that go. But you were willing to try to keep an open mind- give her a chance at being civil if she was willing to do the same. 

~

Evidently, it appeared Patri was not willing to do the same. You had training just a few days after your night out, finally recovered from your hangovers. Your memory from the night was quite clear and kept playing in the back of your mind as you made your way to the locker room. Would she even remember it? What if she wanted to talk about it? One thing you knew for sure was that you had no desire to talk about it. Either you’d be friends now that you had managed to get past your initial hatred, or you’d go back to the way you were used to being. Talking was not in your plans. 

Luckily, talking didn’t seem to be in Patri’s either. You were so lost in thought that you walked straight into her just before reaching the locker room. It wasn’t hard, she was definitely fine. You had just managed to hit shoulders while she stood talking to Alexia. 

The sudden contact broke you from your thoughts but just as you turned to apologize, Patri beat you to it. “Can you watch where you’re fucking going!?” The way she snapped so aggressively had you shocked. After she literally had you grinding against her all night, she was still going to act like this? 

The anger in you burned deeper than it had before, only growing after her sudden change in attitude towards you. “Seriously!? You’re gonna say that right now!? Should I remind you that-” you were cut off by the locker room door slamming in your face as she left you in the hallway, mid-sentence. 

You clenched your fists and tried to take a deep breath before looking to Claudia for guidance. All she offered you was a dramatic shrug of her shoulders, apparently just as lost and confused as you were. You sighed heavily, realizing that you were exactly where you started with her- still ready to kill each other.

Apparently the alcohol couldn’t fix the problems between you after all.

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[girlgenius1111]

like you mean it

18+

smut :)

reader comes home from several weeks away visiting her family for the holidays, and with a desire that only Patri can satisfy.

You were sure you'd never wanted someone this bad in your life. Since getting together, you and Patri hadn't spent much time apart. It had only been a few months, and there were a couple international breaks, but generally, you spent most of your time together. Which was making the multiple weeks spent apart over the holidays that much harder.

You grabbed your bag from baggage claim, pulling out your phone to call your girlfriend, and see which door she was at. Before you could, though, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around, distracted, doing a double take when you saw Patri standing behind you, a big grin on her face.

"Hola hermosa," she smiled. Your shock gave way to joy, and you threw your arms around her. She caught you easily, laughing lightly in your ear. "I missed you too," she mumbled in your ear. You loved being back in her arms, feeling her steady body against yours, holding tight. She pulled away and kissed you, more of a peck on your lips than anything else, and you frowned slightly.

"We're in public, bonita, I don't want to start something I can't finish," she told you, winking. Not wanting to waste any more time, you turned, tugging her along with you. Patri laughed, partly at your determination, and partly at the fact that you were taking charge and had no idea where she had parked.

The car ride home was by no means quiet, tension still there, but depleted as you guys caught up on all the stuff you'd missed since you'd been gone. Patri was calm, and being around her almost instantly calmed you in turn. You still wanted to rip her clothes off, but you enjoyed the domesticity of the moment, her driving, holding your hand, looking over to smile at you every so often. Still, you had one goal in mind, and you scrambled out of the car and over to the door as soon as she pulled in, waiting impatiently as she insisted on getting your bag for you.

The minute you were through the door, you were pulling your bag out of her hand and tossing it aside, wrapping your arms around her neck, and pulling her in for a deep, dirty kiss. You pressed your mouth to hers hungrily, tongue pushing past her lips as soon as they parted.

"Missed you," you mumbled against her face. She pulled back slightly, smirking at the way you chased her lips.

"You missed me? What did you miss?" she asked playfully, running a hand lightly up and down your side, just barely grazing the side of your breast.

"Don't fucking tease me," you said breathlessly, before pressing your lips to her throat, sucking a mark into the skin. She inhaled sharply, before pulling you away again.

"Why? Are you all needy for me, bonita?"

"Si," you responded, blinking up at her. You weren't trying to hide how desperate you were, not at all. You knew how much she liked to see you like this, knew how much it got to her. Her eyes darkened, and she pulled on your hand, tugging you into the bedroom. She pushed you onto the bed, crawling on top of you.

Patri leaned down, kissing you sensually, and you let out an embarrassingly affected moan. She moved her lips to your ear, tugging lightly on the lobe with her teeth.

"Let me take care of you?" she asked, the midfielder's words a hot whisper against your ear. You nodded eagerly in response. "Yeah? You want me to make you feel good?"

You could only whine in response, your hips pressing up into hers. You were sure you were soaked, the words whispered in your ear only making it worse. Patri sat back, getting off of you completely. You looked at her questioningly.

"Take off your clothes," she told you, looking down at you with anticipation clear on her face, as she removed her own. You obeyed, tugging your shirt and bra off, before working your pants off your legs. Patri evidently got impatient, getting undressed before you, as she pulled your pants off the rest of your legs, pushing a hand against your chest to make you lay down, and immediately settling in between your thighs.

Patri normally took her time with you, enjoying watching you fall apart slowly at her touch. She didn't seem to be in a patient enough mood for that though, as she leaned down, running her tongue through your core.

"Fuck," you sighed, finally feelings some relief from the ache that had been plaguing you for days. Patri didn't focus her attention anywhere specific, instead switching in between licking and sucking, moving her mouth from your clit to your entrance. You could hear her move her mouth against you, already dripping.

"Did you touch yourself while you were gone?" The midfielder asked, pulling back slightly to delicately run a finger over your folds, careful not to apply much pressure to your rapidly swelling clit. You were only slightly breathless, but you had to focus in order to answer her.

"Tried, couldn't finish," you responded, voice faint. Her eyes flashed up to you then, and you leaned up onto your elbows, looking down at her.

"You couldn't come without me?" she asked, seeming surprised, but slightly smug. You responded in the affirmative and she really did smirk then, applying more pressure with her finger. It was barely anything, but still, you twitched under her, desperate for more.

"No wonder you're so needy. Don't worry, bonita, I'll take care of it for you. You just lay back and relax," she said soothingly, and you listened, laying back on the bed with a sigh. You loved how Patri was during sex. Always sweet, always loving, yet still relentless, willing to go until you physically couldn't anymore.

She connected her mouth back against you, flicking her tongue over your bundle of nerves. She took you to the brink with those motions, which admittedly didn't take long, before pulling back. You whimpered your complaint, and she shushed you, running a finger through your wetness and easing it into you.

"Look at you, opening up for me so well," she cooed against your core, adding another finger in before setting an achingly slow pace. Her motions were perfect, everything about it was perfect. The feeling of her hot exhales on your core, the sounds her fingers made as they pumped in and out of you.

You couldn't come from just this, though, something you were both aware of. Patri had tried, but you weren't able to get there until she touched your clit. So, as Patri continued to infuriatingly ignore where you needed her most, instead focusing on the sight of her fingers sliding in and out of your dripping pussy, you grew frustrated. You'd waited, you'd been patient. You didn't need her to tease you, you wanted her to make you come. Now. As many times as possible, until you no longer felt like you were going to explode.

"Baby, please," you whined, thrusting your lower body up towards her face. Apparently, she'd just been waiting for you to ask, because the next second, her mouth was back on you, tongue moving quickly back and forth over your clit.

"Jesus Patri, just like that, please don't stop," you cried, trying to hold your hips still. She hummed against you, sending vibrations through you. She worked you up, not stopping this time, as your movements in time with her motions grew jerky, and you clutched tightly at the duvet cover, back arching slightly.

You came with a loud groan, whole body tensing as Patri fucked you through it, only pulling her fingers out when your walls had relaxed around them. She didn't stop her tongue though, continuing to move the tip of her tongue back and forth, not really letting you come down from the first orgasm. You weren't really sure where the first one ended, and the second one began, but you quickly became overstimulated, hips jerking a second time, as you rolled away from your girlfriend, pushing her head away.

She pulled away, gripping your hips in her hands, and pulling you back onto your back as she crawled back up your body, placing her lips on your open mouth. You closed your eyes, returning the kiss, and feeling her settle over you, mouth moving in sync with hers. You could taste yourself on her lips, and as your lips smacked against each other, you tangled your fingers in her hair, pulling her ever closer.

It was a soft kiss, one that expressed how much you had both missed each other. You broke away when she brought a hand up, running it over your nipple. She increased the pressure of her movements until she was pinching the hardened tip in between her fingers. She repeated the same process over your other nipple, moving her hips to such mark after mark into your neck.

Patri knew exactly when you were ready for her again, as you begin to grind against her leg from underneath her. She smirked against your neck, before she sat up, maneuvering you to sit in between her legs, as she laid back against the pillows. You were resting back against her chest, and she continued to move her hands up and down your abdomen, teasing you. Your head was resting back on her shoulder, enjoying her motions.

Before you could complain about her teasing, though, she was grabbing one of your hands, guiding it between your legs. Confused, you opened your eyes, looking up at the side of her face. She didn't look at you, instead focusing on her hand dragging yours through your folds. Soon, though, she dropped your hand, placing one on each thigh and spreading your legs farther.

"I want you to touch yourself," she whispered in your ear," until you come."

"Patri, I can't," you argued. You'd tried, really tried. Nothing could come close to the feelings of Patri's hands on you, though, the feeling of her tongue running through you, her fingers or her strap pumping in and out of you. You weren't eager to get that frustrated again.

"Prove it," she told you, hands remaining on your thighs. You sighed, halfheartedly beginning to circle your clit with your fingers. You were so wet, you could barely get any friction. You were clearly not putting much effort in, hoping she would get bored, and take back over.

"Like you mean it, bonita," she warned, softly kissing the side of your head. Her eyes were fixed intently on your hands, watching as you began to work a little harder. You moved your fingers with more purpose, getting them in the exact right spot and rubbing hard. There was something about Patri watching you that made it hotter, and you felt yourself getting worked up fast. As you worked, you shut your eyes, trying to focus. Patri was no help, only watching as her hands sat, completely still, on your legs, holding them open.

You continued for another couple minutes, until you were grinding up into your hand. You got close, flicking your clit almost frantically. You hit a wall though, unable to get yourself over the edge. After another full minute of harsh motions, you let your hand still with a frustrated sigh. You normally could come fast from just stimulation there, but you'd proven yourself right, unable to finish without Patri's help.

Tilting your head up again, you looked at her expectantly. You'd tried, she couldn't argue with that. She looked to be considering for a moment, before she brought a hand to your core, lazily dragging a finger through. Her touch was so much more electric, and your hips jumped at the contact.

"You're so wet, bonita. I know you can do it, come on. Use both hands this time," she told you, withdrawing her own hand as you groaned in annoyance. You did as she requested though, not wasting any time before you pushed 2 fingers into yourself, curling them against your spot, and resuming your earlier motions with your hardened nub. It didn't take much time before you were close again.

You could feel how wet you were, how easily your fingers pumped in and out. Your walls were tightening and loosening around them, and you moved faster, pushing deeper, until you were crying out in your girlfriend's ear.

"That's it, baby, just like that," Patri cooed. At the sound of her voice, though, you were reminded of her existence, pressed up against you, hands on your thighs, and it slipped away from you again. This time, you let out a frustrated sob, turning your face into Patri's neck. Patri nudged you back out of your hiding spot, chuckling lightly at your annoyance.

"Okay, bonita, relax," she told you, tugging your hands away from your core, and replacing them with her own. Her touch was exactly what you needed; she knew where to press, she knew precisely what you needed, more than even you did.

She worked you up slower than you'd been doing, although her 2 fingers slid into you with no resistance. She'd had an idea partway through your little performance, and she was interested to see if she could make it happen.

Instead of focusing on her speed, she focused on her depth, pushing in farther than normal, and making sure to run her fingers against your spot every time. At the same time, she brought her other hand to toy with your clit again, two fingers rubbing hard against it. It was more swollen than she'd ever felt it, and she only felt sympathy when she imagined how turned on you were. She fingered you slowly, her fingers making obscenely wet sounds when they moved in and out. Your hips met her every movement.

You felt your orgasm growing in you again, slower this time, but more intense. You didn't know what Patri was trying to do to you, because you'd told her before that you couldn't squirt. She was a woman with a mission though, apparently very pleased that you couldn't get off without her, and was determined to make this the best orgasm of your life.

You couldn't lie, though, and say that this one didn't feel different, because it did. Your moans had quieted into little whimpers, and Patri had to lace her legs around yours to pull them back open, where they unconsciously closed around her hands. She was working you toward the edge, slowly and steadily, and the feeling of arousal tightened in your abdomen, until you were clenching hard on her fingers, body tensing and twitching on top of Patri's.

"Baby- oh god," you managed to cry out, feeling the wave of pleasure begin to crest.

"There you go," Patri said, and the sound of her low voice in your ear pushed you the rest of the way over the edge. Your juices splashed out around her fingers, and she didn't relent, moving her other hand faster against your clit until the force of the liquid pushed her fingers out of your cunt. You were switching between cursing and crying out Patri's name, eyes shut tight as you felt pleasure like you'd never felt it before.

"Just like that, come all over my fingers," Patri told you, eyes wide and fixed on your core as her motions against your clit still didn't let up, and you squirted again. This time, your hands found her arm, digging your nails in as you spasmed on top of your girlfriend, legs fighting hers to close. It was too much, achingly too much stimulation, and at your insistence, Patri pulled her hand away, wrapping her arms instead around your stomach, and pulling you closer against her.

"My good girl, coming so pretty for me," she said, and you whimpered again, overcome with pleasure and affection. You moved on top of her, turning until your body was laying flush on top of hers, burying your face in her neck. She laughed at how breathless, how mindless, you were, hands holding tightly to her as if she was going to disappear.

Once your body had stopped shaking slightly, as she gently played with your hair, you felt her speak under you, chest vibrating with her words.

"Good, bonita?" she asked, and you almost laughed.

"So good," you responded, unable to really say much of anything else.

"You're so pretty when you touch yourself, bonita, we're going to have to solve this little problem of yours," she replied smugly, and you groaned, pushing your face farther into her neck, knowing that when Patri decided on something, she didn't stop until she got it. You didn't expect this to be any different.

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[wosoluver]

You guys ask and I deliver 🫡

Don't get sad, get even.

Part 1/? - next

Patri x reader, Claudia x reader

You, Patri and Clau were inseparable. You all played for Barcelona. And there was never one without the other two. At least that's what Alexia always said.

Over the summer you spent in Ibiza something changed though. You and Patri started sharing looks that were no longer just friendly.

Maybe it happened when she couldn't tear her eyes away from you, in your brazilian bikini, that left little to the imagination.

Maybe it happened when you couldn't stop staring at her coming out of the ocean, water droplets running down her abs.

The heat must've been messing with your heads.

Between topless tanning and icy cocktails, you two stole glances of each other.

At then one night after too many drinks it just happened.

Claudia had left you two to alone sharing a room and it was all it took.

After that, every other chance you guys had, you slept together again.

Even after getting back home.

Maybe it was just you, but it seemed like that thing that had started as just sex, was becoming more.

But yeah, it really was just you.

When you saw her making out with someone else at a party, you instantly felt your heart break.

"I'm so sorry Y/N!" - You felt a hand on your shoulder.

"What are you talking about Clau?" - trying to keep your feelings from showing in your face.

"Don't do this. I know about you two. You thought I wouldn't notice? You guys hanging out without me? Staying on the phone with each other all day? Giving each other rides in the morning to training? I'm not stupid!

But I am really sorry she's cheating on you."

Little did you know.

While you'd spend your days swooning over Patri, Claudia spend her days swooning over you.

"She's not cheating. We were never together."

"But your sad! I can see it."

"I have no right to be. I was the one who read the situation wrong." - you said it so low, only Clau was able to her.

"Yes, you do. That was horrible of her. You don't deserve this!

You know what? I have an idea." -

Clau was in dangerous territory. She knew her friend, and so did you. Patri was flirty to any pretty girl she saw.

She couldn't resist the idea of having the attention of others. It made her feel good. Divine even.

But if there's something she'd never tolerate was loosing. Not just inside the pitch.

"Let's go have some fun! Okay? Forget about her! Come let's dance!" - as she dragged you to the middle of the dance floor, and you couldn't say no. You needed to get your head away from the situation.

Into the night you both went, when she noticed Patri across the room, staring daggers at you two, that's when she decide to go ahead with her plan.

"You trust me right?" - She asked with a very serious face.

"Of course I-"

And you were suddenly cut off by her lips on yours.

And you let her.

You didn't know if it was because of the jealousy you felt, that deep down just wanted to hurt Patri back.

Or if it was because it actually felt nice to be kissed by someone who actually meant it.

When you two pulled away from the kiss, all she said was

"Now the two of you are even."

"Claudia!" - instantly hitting her arm playfully and laughing at her comment.

"What? I'm just being a good friend!"

She wasn't.

But you didn't have to know that. She wasn't about to tell you she did it mostly out of selfishness.

You didn't need to know there was any feelings involved. That's not what you needed right now.

She just wanted to deal with that part another day.

I was waiting for the poll to be over to post this one, but I had a feeling it was going to be Clau, I had already written it lol

I'm considering a part 2, them meeting monday morning at training and Patri has a lot to say.

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[magicfootballstuff]

Superstar (patri guijarro x reader)

Summary: Even big players get nervous before big finals. Patri is no exception to that.

———

You never fall asleep straight away the night before a big match and tonight is no different.

Football doesn’t get much bigger than tomorrow. Your first Champions League final in front of a sold out crowd, a chance to win the most prestigious trophy in club football.

You’re not nervous. At least not yet. Nor is it excitement that keeps you awake. More the anticipation of such a huge game. You’re going to have to be at your absolute best tomorrow, to play football like you’ve never played it before. 

With that thought, you’re just starting to wonder if maybe you are nervous after all, when your phone lights up on the nightstand beside your bed. You prop yourself up onto one elbow to peer at the screen and see an incoming call from a number saved in your contacts as nothing more than ‘❤️’, and you reach for the phone to answer.

“I can’t sleep,” your girlfriend says as soon as you pick up.

Rolling onto your back with your phone held up to your ear, you reply, “So you decided you’d wake me up too?”

“Your phone is always on silent. I knew you wouldn’t answer unless you were still awake too.”

Though there’s a hint of teasing in Patri’s voice, her tone is familiar and soothing, and you have no doubt that if you stayed on the line and just let Patri talk, you’d find that sleep isn’t so hard to succumb to after all.

“So, do you want to talk about what’s on your mind or do you want me to distract you?” you ask Patri.

“Depends what kind of distraction you’re offering,” Patri replies, her voice low enough to cause a stirring deep in your gut.

“Patricia,” you warn her, before the conversation can descend into complete filth.

“Sorry,” Patri apologises, her voice back to normal. “But I don’t think I’ve ever been nervous like this before a match. Excited-nervous, yes. But not scared-nervous.”

“What are you scared of?” you ask.

“I just keep replaying last year’s final over and over again. That feeling when the final whistle went, when we knew we’d lost, I don’t want to ever feel like that again.”

“Then don’t lose,” you say, as if it’s that simple.

“That’s easy for you to say. You’ve never played in a Champions League final before.”

“No, you’re right,” you admit.

This is your first season with Barcelona, having only signed for them last summer. But you know that the Champions League is all they strive for. They talk about it more than any individual match, more than winning the league. For them, winning the Champions League is the only option. To lose would be the ultimate failure.

You’ve heard them talk about last year’s final. The further the team has progressed through the competition this year, the more they talk about it, and the more you’ve come to realise how much that loss affected them mentally. Not just to lose, but to lose the way that they did, after being heralded as the favourites. You don’t know exactly what they felt that day when they didn’t win, but you hope you never find out.

“How did you feel when you lost last year?” you dare to ask, knowing that it’s a question that risks opening old wounds, but one that you think you need to ask.

“Like a failure,” Patri answers straight away. “Like I wasn’t good enough. Like I’d let everyone down - the team, my family, the fans.”

“And how did it feel the year before, when you beat Chelsea in the final?” you ask as a follow up.

“The best feeling in the world.” You can hear the smile in Patri’s voice as she recounts what you know to be the best day of her life. “I felt invincible. I felt so much love for this team, so proud to be culé.”

“The fact that you’re so scared of repeating last year is a good thing, no?” you ask.

“I guess so,” Patri hums.

“Because you can channel that pain into success tomorrow,” you continue. “It’s not that you didn’t fight to win last year, but now you have an extra reason to want to win.”

“I think if we lose tomorrow, it might break me,” Patri confesses. “I’m not sure I’ll ever recover.”

“You will,” you promise her. “You recovered from last year. Going through something like that makes you stronger. If we lose tomorrow, we come back fighting even harder next year. But I don’t think we’re going to lose. I don’t think you’re going to let that happen. We’re taking that trophy back to Barcelona, I can feel it.”

“I really hope you’re right.”

“I’m usually right,” you tease her, to lighten the conversation, and Patri jumps at the chance to change the subject.

“Come to my room,” Patri practically purrs down the phone.

It’s tempting. The worst thing about away games is having to sleep apart from your girlfriend, but everyone gets assigned their own rooms for a reason and out of all the couples on the team, you don’t want to be the ones who get told off for breaking the rules right before such a big game.

“I can’t,” you remind her. “You know I’ll get in trouble if I get caught.”

“Then don’t get caught,” Patri says in a mocking voice, and you wonder if she’s making fun of the way you told her to simply not lose tomorrow’s Champions League final. When you still hesitate, she tries to tempt you by adding, “You don’t win Champions League finals by playing safe.”

“You also don’t win Champions League finals by staying up all night before the match with your girlfriend instead of sleeping,” you counter.

Patri doesn’t say anything, but you hear some noises on the other end of the line, some rustling, some heavy breathing, followed by the distinctive sound of a door being closed.

“Patri?” you ask, worried that your girlfriend is in the process of doing something that will get you both in a lot of trouble. “Patri, what are you doing?” 

“Coming down to see you,” she whispers, confirming your theory, and you picture her creeping along the hallway of the floor above, sneaking past the rooms where your teammates and the Barcelona staff sleep. “What was your room number again?”

“Patri…” you groan.

“I’m already on my way. Don’t make me knock on every door until I find you. That would definitely get us in trouble.”

“It’d get you in trouble,” you point out, denying all accountability for your girlfriend’s misbehaviour. “I’m fast asleep in my bed.” You pause, then add, “In room 314.”

“Yes,” Patri hisses. “Thank you baby. See you in a second.”

She hangs up the phone, leaving you to expect her imminent arrival. You flick on one of the bedside lamps to bathe your hotel room in a soft orange glow, then peel back the covers to get out of bed. Your room is a bit of a mess but you gather the clothes strewn around and toss them into your open suitcase, then hang the damp towel that was on the floor over the back of a chair to dry.

No sooner have you finished making the room look semi-presentable, do you hear a couple of gentle taps on the door.

Your heart does a little flip in your chest as you open the door to see Patri standing out in the hallway in her pyjamas, a big grin on her face as she greets you.

“Hi,” she says.

“Come in,” you say, ushering her inside. “Quick, before anyone sees you.”

Patri steps past you and launches herself onto your bed, arms spread wide and face pressed into the pillow your own head was laying against just a couple of minutes ago.

“Please, make yourself at home,” you say sarcastically, as you close the door behind her.

Patri rolls over onto her back and tucks her legs under the covers, before tapping the vacant spot on the mattress beside her.

“Plenty of room for two,” she tells you, raising her eyebrows in an invitation.

You climb into bed beside her, flicking off the lamp to shroud the room in darkness again, and pulls the covers up over you as Patri nestles against your chest, her arm draped across your waist.

“How are you feeling?” you ask her, bringing one hand up to the back of her head and stroking your fingers through her hair.

“Better now,” she murmurs. “I always feel better when I’m with you.”

“Then it’s a good job I’ll be on the pitch with you tomorrow,” you joke, and Patri hums in agreement.

Maybe that’s why you’re not nervous. It could be naivety, not yet fully understanding the enormity of tomorrow’s task. But it’s also a comfort to know that you get to do it with Patri, to experience days like tomorrow with the most important person in your life. If you win, you get to celebrate together, and if you lose, you have each other to lean on for support.

“In all seriousness, you know I’ve always got you,” you promise Patri. “Whatever the outcome tomorrow, you’re always making me proud. You’ll always be my number one.”

Patri says nothing, her breathing steady and the weight of her warm body against yours the comfort that you needed when you were first trying to find sleep earlier in the night before Patri’s phone call.

“But I think you’re gonna do something special tomorrow,” you continue. “I can feel it. My superstar is going to show the world why she deserves to be called the best in the world.”

Patri would normally have one of two reactions to you hyping her up like this - either to preen and play up to your words, or to pretend to get shy and act like she isn’t worthy of your praise. But when she does neither, you glance down at her to look for the reason for her silence, and are met by the sight of your girlfriend fast asleep on your chest, eyes closed and a picture of peace on her face. 

You slowly stop playing with her hair, but press a tender kiss to the top of her head instead.

“Sweet dreams, my superstar. Tomorrow we win the Champions League.”

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[skipper1331]

Lost and found // Patri Guijarro

a/n: based off this request. Please enjoy :D

"Shit!" looking though your bag, you frantically searched for your keys. "Shit, shit, shit" You've looked in every opening of your bag but just couldn't find it. Everything important was on your bunch of keys, car keys, keys to your apartment, for the garage, keys for your childhood home, everything. "¿Qué pasa?" your favorite spaniard asked as she walked to you after seeing your stressed out face. She placed her hand on your back, an innocent act to calm you down. "My keys! I don‘t where they are!" Defeated you sat down, arms crossed. Where had you put them? "Why are you so stressed? Here, there they are" Patri wiggled with them in front of your face, grinning.

"Ah! What? How?"

"Maybe you should check your jacket the next time" the midfielder whispered in your ear, answering your question. She pressed her lips against your temple for a quick peck before she walked back to her cubby, Mapi and Alexia sharing a look.

-

"Fucking hell" you grumbled, looking for your phone. You could‘ve sworn you had it a second ago. You searched in the kitchen, your bedroom, the bathroom, everywhere. The only phone you found was Patris which was in the kitchen. As you entered the living room the spaniard sat on the couch, some movie playing in the backround. Your hands rummaged around on the couch, desperately looking for your phone. "What‘re you looking for?"

"My phone" you whined, turning around every cushion while the midfielder started to laugh. "Here," she gave you your phone which she had in her hands the whole time. How did you not notice? "I asked you if I could play my game on your phone and then you gave it to me"

Embarassed, you slapped your hands on your face, hidding behind them. How could you forget that? Patri was obsessed with that one game you had on your phone, she always asked if she could play and you never say no. "Don‘t hide that beautiful face of yours" her hands placed themselves on your hips, pulling you down so you sat on her lap.

The two of you weren‘t together but also not just friends, there had been a few sneaky, stolen kisses yet nothing more. "You can‘t keep losing your stuff, one day you‘ll get lost yourself" she whispered, her thumb drawing circles on your hip.

"I‘m trying" you mumbled as your head fell on her shoulder.

-

"But I had it the whole time" Patri told Pina, Mapi and Alexia in their native language. She found it too amusing how you dramatically looked for your phone yesterday. The three spaniards laughed at the story. "maybe you should help her look again" Pina stated as you rummaged through your bag.

"No! No, no, no" full of worry, you searched for your shin pads, you needed them.

"Wanna bet in 5 seconds Patri finds what she’s looking for?" Mapi challegened her team mates "we know you would win, look" la reina replied, nodding her head in your direction.

"They‘re made for each other, don‘t you think?" the young striker asked. Mapi with a mischief smile on her face looked at Alexia, her patner in crime, before she answered, "Sí"

-

"Not again!" you were angry and annoyed. No, this time it wasn‘t your phone what you‘re looking for nor your keys or any football related stuff, you‘re missing your headphones.

You unpacked every single thing out of your bag - nothing.

You looked in your jacket pockets - nothing. Trouser pocket - nothing. (They wouldn’t have fit in there but you looked there anyways)

Where could they be?!

"Cariño, what‘re looking for this time?" she smiled sympathetically at you. Sometimes she thought you would lose your head if it wasn't attached to your body. "My headphones!"

She took a step towards you, her hands went around your neck, not touching it though, but the headphones that were around it. She pulled them up, placing them on your ears. "There you go" she whispered, her hands now resting at your neck. "Thank you" you gazed in her eyes, the most beautiful you had ever seen.

"They would kiss each other If they weren‘t in the locker room" Mapi stated.

"They‘re clearly in love" Pina chipped in.

"I can only agree" said Alexia.

-

Please pick up, please pick up

"Y/n?" the sleepy voice of Patri rasped through the phone "Patri!"

"Do you know what time it is? It‘s 3am!"

"I‘m sorry, okay? But i- i don‘t know where I am and my phone will die soon" within in seconds the spaniard was wide awake, already out of bed. "What?!"

"I’m lost. Please can you get me?"

"What do you see?"

You told her about your surroundings - she knew where you were. Immediately, she ran to her car. Why the fuck would you be outside at 3 in the morning? Alone! She was furios. She ignored the speed limit, there was hardly anyone on the streets at that time anyway. Her only concern: you. How could you be so stupid and go out at that late at night. It‘s dark and your sense of direction was as good as Mapis signing. Horrible.

You sat on a bench, waiting for Patri, there was barely light, the only one came from the moon. When a car pulled up, you turned around but didn't get up. A few cars had already passed you, none of them the girl you‘re waiting for.

The car stopped abruptly as she drove onto the path which lead to you. An angry Patri stormed out of the car towards you. "Are you crazy?!" the spaniard shouted as she walked to you, "What were you thinking?" The girl was angry, more than angry. You opened your mouth to explain but- "Don‘t! Get in the car" crushed, you looked at her but followed her command, your head hung low, your eyes fixed on the floor. That was until you realized someting "no, please, no" you whispered, your hands went in all your pockets - no keys. "Don‘t you dare to say you‘ve lost your keys" Patri said as she saw how your hands went in every pocket.

"I haven‘t lost them, they‘re at home"

"Dios mío, Y/n! One time, one time where you don‘t lose your stuff!"

"It‘s not my fault!" Now, you were getting upset. You get that she was mad at you because you woke her up and she had to drive here but there was no need to yell at you for being forgetful - you weren‘t forgetful per se you just lose your stuff and don‘t know where it was. "Who‘s fault is it then? Hm?"

"Mapi‘s!"

"¿Que?"

Now, the spaniard was confused. Why - How could it be Mapis fault? "If she hadn‘t said that stuff, i would be in bed!"

"You lose your stuff quite often huh?" the spanish defender asked as she took a seat beside you. "And Patri always knows where it is" you looked at her confused, what was she talking about? "Kinda like soulmates, don‘t you think?" she slipped her arm over your shoulders "you‘re in love with her, aren‘t you?"

"What?"

"And she‘s in love with you" she was smiling at you but you couldn‘t tell If it was a nice one or the smiles where after that blackmail would come. "It‘s cute, you know, everyone knows you’re made for each other."

"What are you talking about?"

"Gosh! You‘re always on my mind! And today was no difference but that Mapis words haunted me. That I‘m in love with you and that you’re in love with me, that we‘re soulmates because I always lose my stuff and you find it," you couldn’t stop talking, everything bubbled out of you, "I- i couldn‘t sleep so i went for a run or a walk - i don‘t know and then I got lost. I didn‘t know who to call so I called you. Look, I know you’re mad and I know it‘s three in the morning but please stop yelling at me." you were walking up and down, trying to catch your breath.

"Are you? In love with me?" she took a step towards you, stopping you in your track as she placed her arms around your hips. "Gosh Patri! We kissed one- multiple times nothing more. Don‘t be so cocky" you couldn’t describe how you felt, you felt angry and upset and so caught up in your thoughts.

"I am in love with you" she pulled your body against her own before she pressed you against the car. "I‘m in love with you since the first time you lost something" her eyes met yours, yourself still rambling about Mapis words, your own feelings and the key you had forgotten at home. "You hear me?" She pushed herself more in to yourself, her hand up to rest on your cheek - you stopped talking. "I‘m in love with you. And those kisses weren‘t nothing. They were everything," she whispered against your lips, an inch away. You could feel her breath, "i don‘t care If you lose stuff but i care about you" pulling back again, a respectable amount of space between your lips. "Do you know how terrifying it is when you get a call at 3am from the girl you love who‘s telling you that she‘s lost!" her voice got louder before it got more quiet again, "Amor, I was worried not mad at you about waking me up" your mouth agape, not believing what she‘s saying. Your brain couldn‘t process everything, only the one thing that was the most important "you love me?"

"Yeah, of course I do"

You lunge forward, pressing your lips against the spaniards, a kiss so desperately needed. Your hands grabbed her neck, pulling her impossibly closer, her hands around your waist, tightening every now and then. It was euphoric. "I do, too" you whispered against her mouth before pulling her back in.

Lost and found.

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