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Fuck the RFEF | Amaiur Sarrigei x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Verbatim.”

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

“Sí! Did you?”

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

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

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

“No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not goin-” Am tries.

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

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

“Thank you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Anything for my girl.”

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

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

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

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Loan - Amaiur Sarriegi x reader

Request: For amaiur sarriegi one say barcelona sent reader out on loan to real sociadad and amaiur sarriegi and reader are together till she turns up for real sociadad training on first day and then amaiur ran up to and kisses her.

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You walk over to the water bottles and grab both yours and Pina’s bottles. The slightly older girl thanks you and Jonatan asks to see you after training. You instantly freak out as you try to remember everything you’ve done and you can’t seem to remember breaking any rules. You continue your training session and keep being distracted about what the meeting with Jonatan could be about. You get knocked out of you day dream by a ball hitting the side of your head and you glare at Jana.

After training, Jonatan nods you over and you follow him into one of the offices. You notice there’s a few other important looking people in the office and you immediately become scared. Over the course of the meeting you get told that you are going out on a loan to Real Sociedad for a year, maybe more. They remind you that it’s nothing personal and they just want to explore the different squad types.

You walk back out to the girls who are stretching and they all see you visibly upset. Your close friends that have been your family for many years come over quickly and they know something is wrong. Jonatan starts speaking and shares that you are leaving the club on a loan for a season or more. Your close friends all tear up and tears run down their faces, claiming it was sweat from training but you knew the truth. In the locker room, Alexia calls all the girls together and says they are having a team dinner since you are leaving in a few days.  

Later that evening, you make it through the dinner and all the girls share their favourite memories with you and you couldn’t ask for better best friends. You get back to your apartment and thankfully you don’t have too much to pack. You send a text in your Barca group chats to ask everyone not to tell Amaiur that you’re moving there. You get a text from your manager saying when your flight is and all that. You see it’s in a few hours so you finish putting your clothes and other personal items in your suitcases before calling an uber. 

You arrive at the airport and Amaiur keeps calling you but you decline. Around an hour and a bit later, you find yourself waiting for your suitcases. You call an Uber to Amaiur’s house and realise you don’t have a key. You think of where your girlfriend would hide a key and start looking under all the flower pots or unusually shaped rocks. 

“And what do you think you’re doing?” You jump at the voice and turn around to see your girlfriend with an amused look on her face. She walked forward and hugged you tight, you doing the same. The both of you pull back and kiss each other passionately.

“Let’s go inside yeah?” You nod and she takes your bags inside. 

Amaiur goes upstairs and puts your bags in her room and you remember you have to tell her your news. 

“What brings you here mi amor? Not that I’m complaining” Amaiur asks as she sits next to you on the couch.

“I uh, have some news. But when I tell you, you can’t be mad because I only knew a day ago and I-” You feel familiar lips on yours and those soft hands on the side of your face.

“Princesa, calm down. Now what’s your news?” Amaiur holds your hands and has a soft smile on her face.

“I got loaned out” Amaiur’s face drops, thinking you’re going to another country.

“I got loaned out to your team” That beautiful smile is back on her face and it makes you smile too.

“That’s amazing news bebe, oh my god” Amaiur pounces on you. The both of you laugh as you fall off the couch, with Amaiur on top of you and only millimetres.

“Move in with me?” She whispers.

“Nothing would make me happier”

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“Will you be my new years kiss?” with amaiur sarriegi

New Year’s Eve.

Year after year as the clock struck midnight you would see people kiss their significant others, some even strangers yet you would be alone. For you it was a day of fantasy because while you wanted nothing more to start the new year kissing the woman you loved she had no idea that you felt the way you do.

“Are you going to invite you know who or are you going to bail like last year and the year before and the year—“ Patri teases you.

“Alright I get it, no need to give a history lesson to the entire locker room” you reply through gritted teeth.

Every year the girls host a party on the 31st and this year it was going to be at Mapi & Ingrid’s apartment. You wanted to invite Amaiur because she was your best friend but an invite to a new years eve party when you haven’t seen each other for months, except when Barcelona played Real Sociedad, felt a little intense.

You found yourself thinking about her. The way she had made your life better since meeting her when you were 16 and what could happen if you were with her when the fireworks go off at midnight. You are so caught up in your head that you don’t hear your team mates trying to get your attention, it is only when a towel gets thrown at you do you come back to the present.

“Let me guess, you were thinking about Amaiur. You know if you invite her she’ll probably say yes”Mapi joins in the teasing.

“That’s why I haven’t asked” you are quick to reply having grown old of the conversation.

The topic of your unofficial plus one doesn’t get brought up again and soon enough it is the night of the party. You were quite strict during the season but New Year’s Eve was one of your exceptions so with ever drop of alcohol that joined your bloodstream you found yourself thinking of a certain Real Sociedad forward. You had text her this morning but she hasn’t responded and the absence of talking to her didn’t feel right consider you spoke almost every day. Maybe that is the reason why you are easily swayed to accept the shots that Mapi was handing you but by the look on her face you can tell she has an ulterior motive.

“I did something” the blonde confesses.

“What did you do?” Normally Mapi would tell you straight up or more than likely you would have been invovled in the mischief but the look on her face wasn’t one you recognised.

You hear some of your team mates cheering as they welcomed more guests in the apartment but when a specific guest makes her self known you understand Mapi’s hesitation.

“Amaiur! This is a surprise” you hear Pina say in the distance.

“Understatement of the fucking year” you whisper so that only Mapi can hear you before walking away and joining the nearest conversation.

You didn’t mean to avoid Amaiur the entire night but that is what happened. Ever since the euros things seemed to have changed between the two of you or more so a shift in how you felt about her because you realised you wanted to be more than friends.

The whole situation was very overwhelming and you needed to regain control of your emotions before you did or said something you couldn’t take back. It’s because of this that you find yourself out on the balcony focusing on the streets on Barcelona and the people that lined them.

“I thought you’d be happy to see me” Amaiur jokes as she joins you outside.

You felt butterflies in your stomach at the sound of her voice.

“I’m always happy to see you” even when speaking to her you don’t turn to face her.

“What is it you say about actions” she asks.

You feel her presence beside you. When you look at her you are reminded once again just how beautiful she is.

“They speak louder than words” you reply.

She gives you a knowing look and you know why. If you really wanted to see her that night why had you spent the past couple of hours speaking to everyone but her.

Amaiur senses your nervousness so she rests her hand on your arm only for you to pull away when you get goosebumps. You loved feeling her touch but you didn’t want her to know the affect that she had on you given that it didn’t happen before the summer.

“I knew something changed between us. I shouldn’t have come” Amaiur has one foot back in the apartment by the time you grab her wrist.

“Amauri” 

“Y/N” she mimics your tone.

You pull her back outside, closing the balcony door all whilst ignoring the eyes that are watching you from inside.

“Something has changed” you confirm her suspisions.

“What?”

“Everything” a sigh of frustration leaves your mouth as you run your hand through your hair.

“Talk to me” Amaiur closes the distance that she created by taking a hold of your hands and pulling them towards her.

“I have feelings” you say as if it is the most devistating thing in the world. Your dramatic tone causes Amaiur to laugh but when she sees your reaction she covers her mouth.

“What feelings do you have?”

“The kind that I shouldn’t have for my best friend, for you” 

It wasn’t exactly the confession of love that happened in the movies.

“Y/N do you think I act the way I do with you with anyone else?”

She asks like the answer is obvious only that couldn’t have been further from what you are feeling so you shrug your shoulders.

“I don’t, do you?”

This was easy. You shake your head.

“Would you like to know why I don’t?”

You nod your head.

“I have feelings” she mocks your earlier confession.

“Please don’t make fun of me” it is barely a whisper and you cannot bring yourself to look Amaiur in the eyes.

“Y/N look at me” she begs.

When you don’t do as she asks she uses her index finger to tilt your head up.

“I would never make fun of you. What I’m trying to tell you is that I have the same feelings”

This gets your attention.

“You do?” You ask not sure if you are hearing her right.

“Why is that so hard for you to believe?” She didn’t understand your doubt.

“Because you’re you and I’m”

“You’re you. Don’t believe me? I’ll prove it. Will you be my new years kiss?”

You think about what she is asking you. What it would be like to finally have you fantasy New Year’s Eve. There Amaiur stands telling you that she wants to kiss you and more importantly that she feels the same way as you. This fills you with a new found confidence.

“We don’t have to wait until midnight” without saying anything else you grab her face and crash your lips into her. The passion between you is like nothing you’ve ever felt before.

When you pull away you see a satisfied look on Amaiur’s face watching as you run your finger over your lips.

“Believe me now?”

“I do”