#andrea medina

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Misa Rodriguez

Real Madrid Femenino • Spain National Team • 1 • Goalkeeper

Andrea Medina

Atletico Madrid Femenino • 20 • Spain National Team • 3 • Defender / Left Back

Patri Guijarro

Barcelona Femeni • Spain National Team • 12 • Midfielder

Claudia Pina

Barcelona Femeni • 6 • Spain National Team • 22 • Forward

Lena Oberdorf

Wolfsburg Frauen • 5 • Germany National Team • 6 • Midfielder

Laura Freigang

Eintracht Frankfurt Frauen • 10 • Germany National Team • 10 • Foward

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[woso-dreamzzz]

My Wife

Andrea Medina x Reader

Summary: You've known Andrea for a very long time

The first day you met Andrea Medina, you got married.

It was out in the schoolyard. It was your first day and she came bounding up to you, took your hand and said she was going to marry you.

You were shy so you agreed and you got married to her under the apple tree.

You remained by her side for most of your life. You couldn't even remember what it was like without her.

You were joined at the hip throughout your childhood. You would wait outside of training for her after school so you could get the bus back together. She would hang behind when you went to the library to study. You walked hand in hand everywhere together.

When people questioned it, Andrea would always respond the same way," I married her under the apple tree. I'm just being a good wife."

When you first married her, she gave you a Haribo ring to symbolise your love. It had been eaten by the end of the day.

She gave you a paper ring next. You wore it for weeks on end until one day it was raining and it ripped, falling straight off your finger.

After that came Andrea's own mother's wedding ring, which she had slipped off the woman's finger when she was asleep and brought into school for you. Your parents made you give it back though and Andrea just started holding your hand more in answer.

It was somewhat of a tradition, every year, to find an apple tree and get 'married' all over again. It started off as a cute thing little kids did but feelings developed almost as soon as you both hit puberty.

The change from best friends to girlfriends happened seamlessly for you both and soon Andrea was introducing you to everyone she could like she was bragging about something special.

"Hi, Miss Gallardo!" You said as you waited in the stands for Andrea to finish training.

"How many times have I said it? You don't need to call me Miss Gallardo. Lola is just fine."

Your face went a little red at the correction. "Right. Yes. Sorry, Miss Lola."

Lola groaned good naturedly, shaking her head fondly at you. "Andrea!" She yelled," Your girlfriend's here!"

Usually, after you finished your university classes, you would head straight to training to see Andrea so you were a very familiar sight to see waiting.

"She's not my girlfriend!" Andrea yelled back," She's my wife!"

Lola laughed, tucking you under her arm as she walked you over to your girlfriend. "No ring on her finger, no wife."

"She ate the first one!" Andrea complained, an arm coming out to wrap around your waist.

"It was very sweet," You replied, pressing a kiss to her cheek," And she did get me a ring." You pulled up the silver chain around your neck so Lola could see the ring hanging from it.

She rolled her eyes. "A promise ring isn't a wedding ring. It's like a pre-engagement-ring ring."

"Hey!" Andrea said," Don't be rude about our love!"

Lola laughed. "God, what is it with you kids and speedrunning life? Football career, finding your forever girl. Slow down a bit. You're making the rest of us look bad."

"You don't really need help with that," Andrea teased.

"Be nice to Miss Lola," You said to her," She doesn't have to put up with you."

"Fine." Andrea kissed your cheek and squeezed your waist.

"You should stick around more, y/n. Can you come to practice every day? I've never seen her shut up so quickly."

"Happy wife, happy life," Andrea replied.

"Alright, lovebirds," Lola teased," Off you go. Go be sappy and disgusting elsewhere."

You pulled Andrea after you. She got changed and showered in record time and soon you were walking hand-in-hand down the street.

The walk back was like second nature and you leaned happily into Andrea's side as she took the lead, ducking into a little cafe to get a much needed coffee.

"My favourite married couple!" The old lady at the counter exclaimed as you both ordered.

Andrea grinned triumphantly, puffing her chest out like she did whenever someone mentioned your childhood marriage.

"Our favourite coffee maker!" You say back, putting a hefty tip in the jar.

With your coffees in hand, you and Andrea wandered through a park and up a hill. You dumped your bags just in front of the apple tree.

"Okay," Andrea said, taking your hands and pulling you to stand under it," Ready?"

"Ready."

She cleared her throat and, just like when she was younger and didn't fully understand weddings, said," I love you!"

"I love you too!"

"Marry me?"

"I do!"

"I do!"

She grinned, spinning you around. "I am going to marry you," She promised," Properly."

"Good," You said," Because I'm getting sick and tired of introducing you as my wife without a proper ring."

[perfectly-imperfect82]

We caused this- Andrea Medina

You woke up naked in a room you didn't recognize causing you to roll over to find you find your phone to figure out how to get back to the hotel

"Fuck me" you mumbled as you saw all the miss calls and texts messages from your teammates

"I believe that's my job" the person next you said causing you to freeze at the voice. No, it can't be that person. The one person who you were told to not to sleep with

Feeling arms wrap around your waist and pull you back down to bed as they straddled you causing you to meet the eyes of Andrea Medina who staring down at you with a mischievous look

"Lola's going to murder me" you said as you placed you arm over your eyes to prevent you from look at beautiful women above you

"They don't have to know"

"You can't keep a secret from them"

You felt her lower moving and then her hot breath close to your ear as she whispered "This one is worth keeping" before she started placing open mouth kisses on your neck causing you breath to hitch

"Andrea" you said with a warning tone as which only seemed to encourage her

Biting your lip to fight back a moan as you felt her smirk again your skin

The next moment you had your hands on her waist, flipping her so you where in top before pulling her into a heated kiss as you hand gently moved over abs causing you to smirk as tensed under you

"Andrea, you here?" Causing you to freeze and look at Andrea

"Lola and Cristina" Andrea said with wide eyes causing you jump off andrea and start looking for your clothes

"What are you doing?" Andrea asked

"Hiding" you whispered as you quickly grabbed your clothes and rushed into the closet to hide as you quietly began to put on your clothes

Andrea looking on with exasperation as she quickly put on clothes, knowing Lola and Cristina would come barging into her room causing her to panic  some

Just that moment, her door open causing both older women to calm down at the site of their child, pulling her into group hug

"You can't just leave the bar and not say anything, then not answer your phone" Lola said

"Sorry, I just wasn't feeling it last night" Andrea said avoiding eye contact, instantly catching the attention of the women in front of her

"That's fine, but you still have tell us. Everyone is freaking out looking for you and (y/n)"

"Sorry" Andrea said guilty as she felt both adults look at her again question as you shook your head in the closet knowing she possibly gave you two away by not questioning about you

"Is that a hickey?"  Cristina asked moving some of Andrea hair out of the way

"Where is she?" Lola asked as you heard her moving around the room as you backed further into the closet hoping she wouldn't look in the closet

"Who?" Andrea asked

"Do not act cluesses, I can tell when you are lying" Lola said right outside the closet causing you to hold your breath as you watched the door open causing you to come face to face with Lola

"Hola" you said with a grimace as you met the glare of Lola

"Out" she seethed causing you to move and follow her to the living with Cristina and Andrea right behind you

"Sit, both of you" she said pointing at the coach and you both obeyed immediately

"I know alexia and I both told you to stay away from Andrea. I don't need your fuck boy ways breaking her heart" Lola said causing you to glare at her

"Lola, it's not like that" Andrea said quickly defending you as she grabbed you hand and gave it a squeeze causing you to blush

"So you guys didn't just meet this weekend and then sleep together"

"Do you both even remember it?" Lola continued causing Andrea and you to look down "that's what I thought"

"Doesn't mean I don't regret it or that I don't like Andrea" you stated firmly, making eye contact with Lola as Cristina watched they younger girls interactions, you giving a shy glance at Andrea who was smiling brightly

"You like me?" Andrea

"Yeah" you replied shyly

"So you just lend anyone you like into bed. Great foundation" Lola said sarcastically and Cristina let out a laugh causing all of you to look at her confused

"Lola, we caused this. We knew they were flirting and told them no. Of course their drunken selfs would disobey us" she said in between laughs

A knock at the door pulled your attention away as Lola open it to reveal Alexia who was looking at you relief as she found you before a look of realization crossed her face

"Come one we have media duties" Alexia said hoping to save you from what ever rath Lola has released on you

You squeezed Andrea hand before letting go and standing to follow Alexia out of the door before feeling a hand stop you, causing to look back at Andrea

"Want to go on date before you leave tomorrow morning?" Andrea ask with a nervous smile, causing you to send her a small smile with a small blush that matched hers

"Yes"

"I'll pick you up at 6, dress causal" Andrea said with a wide smile

"No" Lola said as Cristina placed an arm Lola pulling her in to stop her as Alexia raised her eyes brows in a question look at you, she hasn't seen you this way before

"I'll see you at 6" you said waving to Cristina and Lola before looking at andrea and placing a kiss to her cheek and heading out the door with Alexia

[sunshine-theseus]

Everything’s Changed | Andrea Medina x Reader

Words: 1.7k Summary: your childhood best friend just disappears, then comes back like nothing happened. Warnings: angst, i think that's it Requested by @liverpoolfan96

The world was still after she left. Well for you at least. Birds didn’t sing as you made the walk to her house, winds didn’t rustle through your pale pink hair or the now dull green leaves of the trees that littered the side of the roads, and there was only a ghost of someone who should’ve been clung to your arm.

The gold necklace that gleams in the sun feels like a noose around your neck, only seeming to grow tighter with every step as you encroach on her parent’s door. You carefully place your foot on the sparsely spread stones that lead you through the decadent garden, similar to how you would when you were a child. The same journey had been made every day for the past 15 years of your life, but there was something that hung in the air that made this one different.

Memories of the girl you’ve found hard to forget, laughing and rushing past you as her parents call for you both to come inside for dinner, flash through your head. 5 years old, 11, 14. You both grow, maturity slowly taking over your rounded cheeks and toothless smiles, but the dynamic never changes; two girls so obviously meant to be in each other’s life.

The memories end abruptly when the door is swung open, and you’re met with someone you don’t expect.

“Andrea-” your lips can’t stop the gasp that tickles your throat as the familiar brunette beams down at you, light reflecting off the identical gold chain that rests against her collar bone.

All other words seem caught in your throat and Andrea doesn’t seem intent on saying anything, so you stumble through the open doorway and into the kitchen where you know you’ll find her parents. They have similar smiles as the girl who now trails behind you. You were never supposed to see her again, why on earth is she here.

“Surprise!” echoes through the house that is suddenly lacking the warmth you associate it with.

“Qué está sucediendo? Por qué has vuelto?” (What is happening? Why is she back?) it feels a little hard to breathe as your eyes dart between the three bodies that surround you, none of them rushing to answer.

“¡Tuvo un tiempo libre y volvió a casa!” (She had some time off and came home!) it’s difficult for you to feel the anger and sadness in the pit of your stomach when the woman who is a second mum to you is so bright with joy.

“Sí!” Andrea finally chimes in, simply to support her mum’s statement, but she says nothing else.

“Ah, well I actually, um… I completely forgot but I won’t be able to uh… to help with your garden this evening. A lot of university work to do… you know.” Her face saddens and you almost tell her that you can cram it all in later tonight, another lie despite yourself, but you don’t.

Turning around to leave after pressing a kiss to her cheek, its embarrassing how quickly you forgot Andrea was looming behind you as you almost run straight into her. An awkward shuffle takes place before you manage to take a step around her and make your way today the door. The wood slots into its frame rather loudly behind you, but is closely followed by a familiar silence that blankets the town, not unlike the one that had taken over your life after Andrea left.

The aforementioned girl stalks closely behind you, barely sliding through the gap before the door to her family’s house closes.

“Y/N! Wait!” she reaches for you, but the pleas are ignored as you make your way down the street, a short walk to your own family’s house, but not short enough.

Andrea jogs to catch up, the exercise not phasing her in any way before she grabs your arm and spins you around.

“Would you just wait a second? Where are you going?”

“Home.” You tug your arm, trying to escape her steel grip.

“I thought you’d be much more excited! You can stay over and we can stay up and talk all night like we used to.” She’s so happy it almost makes you sick.

“Why would I want that Andrea?” the anger comes bubbling back when her face morphs into shock. How does she act like things are normal?

“W- what do you mean?”

“Why would I want to act like everything hasn’t changed? Everything changed when you left and never fucking bothered to tell me. When you blocked my fucking number. When you broke our promise. Everything changed.”

“I did it for a reason! Hear me out!” her voice carries through the empty street, but you continue your walk home.

“I don’t fucking care!” a sharp turn left and you’re pushed up against the brick wall of Señora Estrella García’s house, a lovely cook who would give your dad and you any leftovers she made on the weekends.

“Would you listen to me!?” Anger is present on her face but desperation and sadness float in her eyes.

“If you think this will get me to listen you are severely mistaken. Gilipollas” (shithead). You push against her, something that once was quite effective when the two of you were roughhousing in the streets, but clearly the professional training had given her an advantage as she doesn’t budge.

“No seas estúpida por favor.” (don’t be stupid please) you groan but sit against the wall, clearly not being able to escape any time soon.

Andrea takes a spot in front of you, your knees pressing against each other.

“Óscar, my head coach, he made me promise there would be absolutely no distractions. It was your birthday, when I spent a lot of the day checking my phone to talk to you between workouts and training drills. Coincidentally I was playing really badly that day anyway. Well he pulled me aside at the end of training and told me if I kept it up, they’d have to let me go, that maybe I wasn’t actually a good fit for the team.” Her hands rest on her knees, palms facing up, and you slowly inch your own towards them as she speaks.

“I planned to just ghost for a couple days to get back in the zone. I’d explain it to you and I’d fix my performance then we’d go back to normal. But it seemed he always had something to criticise me on, so I kept extending the time frame. Until like two months passed by and I hadn’t answered any messages from you. I thought maybe even receiving the messages and calls was what was distracting me. So I blocked your number.” Andrea’s voice shakes but seems to relax when your fingertips graze her’s.

“Okay well you then also didn’t come home for a year and a half. Every time you had a break your family went to you instead. And you could have had one of them explain it to me. There is no excusing what you did Dre.” Andrea suddenly looks awfully similar to the girl from your childhood. The furrowed brows and downturn of her lips an exact replica of the face she made when her parents told her off for eating too many lollies before a game.

“I know-”

“And you broke our promise. ‘No matter what happens, where we go, we’ll find our way back to each other, we’ll always keep in touch.’” You can feel the tears welling up and blink furiously to fight them back.

“I know. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” you both lean forward and rest your foreheads against one another.

“I’m home for the summer, I want to make it up to you in any way I can.” You find yourself staring into her eyes in the same fashion you always had. A soft gaze filled with pure love, hard for anyone to ignore.

With one glance at her lips, Andrea lifts her hand and loops a finger around the chain that no longer feels like it may carry you to your death, and pulls your lips to her’s. The kiss isn’t anything special, but you can feel the love that surges between you with every movement of your lips and your own pointer finger similarly wraps around the matching chain around her neck, pulling you impossibly closer to one another.

“I want to have my best friend back.” you murmur against her lips.

~~~~~

Three weeks pass by, and Andrea and you meet at the fountain at the crossroad of your two streets every morning at 10:19am. Your particular streets have always been suspiciously deserted apart for the cars that line the driveways and the rush of people on their way to and from work.

The first hour of your daily meeting is usually spent making out on the lip of the fountain, before Andrea escorts you to whatever she has planned for the day. Most of her ideas revolve around things you loved to do together as kids. Sneaking to the roof top of the corner store to watch over the people below you, playing in the fútbol field before sitting under the giant carob tree and eating random snacks, the arts museum.

“You’re paying!” you laugh as you run past Andrea into your tía’s restaurant.

“Again?” a joking groan escapes her lips as she pulls your chair out for you.

“I mean if you don’t want to make up ignoring me for years then I can pa-”

“No! No no I’ve got it.” A cheeky smile pulls at your lips as her forehead wrinkles in worry.

“I’m only joking bebita.” You lean over the table and peck her lips, taking a hold of her hand.

“Thank you for the past few weeks, I really appreciate it.” She beams down at you as you thank her.

“I’d do anything for you.”

“Like get the paella to share?”

“Ay bebé you know I hate seafood.”

“Is this enough of an incentive?” you lean over the table once again and take a hold of her chin between your thumb and pointer finger, ghosting your lips over her’s before pressing against them firmly.

“Sí.” It’s a breathless agreement after you pull away.

“Te amo. Estoy feliz de que hayas regresado.” (I love you. I’m happy you’re back)

“Me too.” You share a smile, hearts fluttering as you gaze at each other.

Always meant to be.

[copper-16]

been thinking about your platonic andrea + lola fic especially since andrea missed the last penalty that took atletico out of the CL. would you ever write a fic about that?

idk andrea feeling really guilty and pulling away from the team and lola reminding her that she’s more than just her bad moments on the pitch?

:)

The way this ask made me GASP...I posted this fic OVER a year ago and someone still remembers it? I cannot explain my excitement, especially because it's such a little niche/rarepair fic. It makes my YEAR when people still remember those silly little fics I made. If rarepair or platonic stuff was more popular I would probably have a million fics to write, honestly.

I wasn't ever planning to write about them again - but I pumped something out solely because I was so excited by you mentioning it 😭 It's not a full fic necessarily which is why I'm just posting it on here.

I Try, I Try

Andrea misses the penalty, crushing Atlético Madrid's dream of playing in the Champions League. Crushing Lola's dream of playing in the Champions League. The defender struggles to cope before she receives an important reminder.

If there was one thing that would have motivated Lola to save every single one of those penalties, it would be the sight of Andrea on the pitch after missing her own. It was burned into her brain it felt like, the image of the younger girl right next to the celebrating Rosenborg team, her head in her hands. 

Lola was absolutely disappointed after the loss. But she had been lucky to have a long career, to have won a Champions League trophy, to have experienced so many losses and victories. But the defender was still young, and it was a different kind of pressure and expectation to be the one to take the final penalty in a shootout. Especially one where the result determined if they had a shot at playing on the international stage. 

And Andrea hadn’t even flinched when she had been selected, insisting that she was ready. She was putting on a brave face, Lola could tell. 

But it was that kind of strength and the right attitude that made good players great ones. The keeper was proud of her for being a team player and fighting till the end, even if it wasn’t their day. Even if she wanted to cry, the blonde made her way around to her other teammates, patting them on the back and holding back her clear upset. 

Lola simply wished it didn’t have to end this way. The younger girl had been nearly catatonic in the changing room, on the bus ride, on the plane. 

It had been Carmen who had taken Andrea home, given that the two of them lived in the same apartment building. Lola had pulled the older defender aside, asking her quietly to keep an eye on their younger teammate. 

When the keeper asked Andrea if she wanted to come over to her and Christina’s apartment, she only received a muted head shake in response. The younger girl could barely even look her in the eyes as she brushed the keeper off, though not unkindly. 

It had taken less than two hours for Carmen to call Lola to come over, her voice filled with worry. 

The older woman rode a strange line sometimes, wanting to respect Andrea’s boundaries while also understanding that sometimes people didn’t always exactly say what they wanted. She did feel a certain responsibility to protect the defender from the harsh realities of the world, but she couldn’t solve everything. 

Personally, she hated the fact, even if she knew that she held no control over it. 

She makes it to Andrea and Carmen’s apartment building in record time, meeting her former partner by the door to the younger girlfriend’s apartment.

“I could hear her crying in her room when I was making her some food and I…I don’t know. She hates being alone, it feels more like she’s trying to punish herself than process,” Carmen said with exasperation, but underneath her tone is thinly veiled worry. 

“You probably aren’t far off,” Lola acquiesced, turning her head briefly to look at the door. “I’ve got her, you can go back up to your place. Don’t forget to ice your knee,” the keeper said with as much captainly authority as she could muster. Carmen rolled her eyes good-naturedly, saluting her teammate somewhat mockingly before she turned to head back up to her own place. 

Lola lets herself into Andrea’s apartment, and despite the fact that the defender’s door is closed, she can hear the muted sounds of crying that ring through the space. She doesn’t even hesitate, striding over to the younger girl’s room before she opens the door gently, poking her head in. 

The soft crying noises shut off abruptly, the entire room entering into a precarious stillness. Lola felt her heart sink at the evidence of the girl’s sadness, even if she knew it was there. 

The older woman doesn’t even bother with asking for an invitation, she simply moves into the room, climbing into Andrea’s bed with her. 

This bed held a million memories, at least for the keeper. Late-night conversations and confessions, the loudest of laughs, a safe space for tears. The mattress greets her warmly, sinking under her as she moves her body closer to Andrea’s, placing her hand gently on the defender’s back. 

“Lola, go away,” Andrea insists, attempting to sound more firm than she felt. Her words come out sounding more like they are from a tearful child, not that Lola cares. 

“It is okay to be upset Andrea, it is okay to cry,” Lola tries, but the blonde still shifts away from her, and the sound of a stuttering breath punctuates the silence around them. 

There is a pause before the younger girl speaks again, her words dripping with rage. 

Not for the team, but rather for herself. 

“It is my fault that we lost. I shouldn’t be crying over something that I had control over.” 

Lola sits up slightly after hearing her words, placing her head in her hand, her elbow pressing into the mattress. When she speaks, her voice is firm, with little room for argument. 

“No, it is not.” 

The sheer force of her words is enough to make Andrea pause and relent in turning over slightly to peer at the dark-haired woman. 

She expects Lola to be looking at her with anger, with frustration. 

First, she lost them an important game, all because she couldn’t shoot a ball into the net properly. Like it wasn’t her only job to do exactly that. 

And now, she was acting like a child, hiding in her bed when all she wanted was a hug and a reminder that she wasn’t the worst footballer in the world. 

She was older now, and she needed to grow up and be realistic. There wasn’t time for all of her big, unnecessary emotions. 

But Lola isn’t looking at her with anger or frustration. She looks more apprehensive and concerned than anything else, and Andrea turns over more fully to face her. 

“I’m so sorry Lola,” she whispers, crushed by the thought that she was the one who ended not only her dreams, the dreams of the team, but Lola’s dream. 

The keeper shakes her head instantly, her expression filling with sympathy. 

“Andrea, it is not your fault. There were 120 minutes, and four other penalties besides your own. This doesn’t rest on all you, I promise,” Lola points out, but Andrea cuts her off with a humorless laugh. 

“Yes, but if I had just made my penalty, my one job, we wouldn’t be here,” she counters, averting her eyes from the older woman. 

“And if I had saved more of the penalties, or the goals, we wouldn’t be here either,” Lola comments, but it doesn’t seem to do anything other than upset the defender more. 

“That is different, and you know it. Nobody expects a keeper to save a penalty, but it is the job of the players to score,” Andrea’s voice is forceful, as though she’s trying to convince herself of the words. 

“By the time we made it to penalties, we had already failed our job. All of us, the whole team, not just you. Just because you are the one who went last, doesn’t mean that our failures for the whole game lay completely on your shoulders,” Lola argues, and when the blonde doesn’t say anything in response, she continues. 

“This is not your fault. We all miss penalties or make mistakes on the job. I can’t even begin to count how many mistakes I have made in my career Andrea, truly. As much as I hate it, it’s a part of the game. And it doesn’t matter how many times it happens, or how old you are, you are allowed to be upset over it. It doesn’t make you immature or weak to cry or feel upset,” the keeper emphasizes, and when she sees the younger girl’s lip begin to wobble, she knows that she’s hit the root of the problem. 

“I’m twenty years old, I shouldn’t be acting this way over a penalty,” she sputters, and Lola settles herself back on the mattress, pulling the younger girl into her. 

“I don’t care how old or mature you are, you are allowed to be upset about things. I am twenty-nine years old and–” Lola starts, though the defender is quick to interject despite her sadness. 

“Aren’t you thirty-on–” Andrea is cut off with a hand that quickly covers her mouth, smothering the rest of her sentence. 

“Shush, I am in my twenties and I haven't finished speaking. As I was saying, I am older than you and I still cry about things all the time, when I feel the need to. It is natural and it is normal, just like it is to talk to other people around you. There is no rule book that says you must go through this alone because you feel that you are the one at fault for the situation. All you are doing is punishing yourself when I promise, you don’t have to,” Lola reassures, Andrea now tucked into her side, her head laying on Lola’s chest. 

There is a pause as silent tears slip down the blonde’s cheeks, as the words of the older woman wash over her. 

“I am so sorry Lola,” she emphasizes, and it’s the repetition of the word that causes the keeper to look down in confusion. 

“Why are you saying sorry to me?” She asks, a little lost on why Andrea needed to apologize to her specifically. 

“You are further along in your career, these chances aren’t always easy to come by, and I screwed it up. I blew your chance this year, and who knows if we’ll have this opportunity again,” Andrea’s voice is small, emotion caught in her throat. 

“I’m so, so sorry. Please don’t…” 

The blonde’s words trail off, but the unspoken part of her sentence is heard loud and clear. 

Please don’t hate me. 

“I could never, I promise you that. You are my teammate, but more importantly, you are my friend. I am proud of you each time you step out onto the pitch, and I consider myself so lucky to be your teammate. We win together, and we lose together. I love you far too much to ever let something like football come between us, even if it is an important match. It’s just a game, and you are…tan especial para mí,” Lola vows, feeling the younger girl curl further into her side, a sigh of relief leaving her exhausted body. 

And it was true. The defender meant so much more to her than anything that football might bring or take away, and she would much rather prioritize that than over something she knew could slip out from under her at any moment. 

“Te amo pequeña,” the older woman murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of Andrea’s head. 

The younger girl snuggles into her further, tear tracks down her face finally beginning to dry as she settles into the taller woman. 

“Thank you Mama Lola. Te amo,” she whispers as she drifts off, disappointment now accompanied by the knowledge that she would overcome this. 

And by the fact that she didn’t have to do it alone.

[fr-18]

niñita//a.medina

Lola had been away with her girlfriend which had left me with a hyper active Andrea.

she normally got out all of this pent-up energy training but since Lola had gone away for a little Andrea was left to her own devices.

"hola, hola, hola." she repeated as she poked at my ribs.

it had been a very long day. i was tired and really couldn't deal with the annoying nature of her at the moment.

so i did the one thing i know will keep her normal.

"hola Lola." i said once the call connected.

immediately the poking stopped and my phone was out of my hands.

"hol- ah andrea." lola spoke.

i sighed with relief.

"you going to be okay? i think i'm going to have a nap." i asked as i leaned over her shoulder to wave at Lola and her girlfriend.

"mhm si, ir a la siesta" she said as pressed a kiss to my cheek before concentrating back on Lola.

“mhm yes go take a nap”

i caught eyes with Cristina before i walked to our bedroom.

i mouthed 'gracias' to which she returned with a quick wink and engaged in the conversation.

"no hagas un lío por favor" i said but it was only left on deaf ears.

“Don't make a mess, please”

i ran into the bedroom and closed the door.

the silence was heaven and allowed me to get a good 3hour nap.

what i didn't expect when i walked down the stairs was to see my girlfriend with breadsticks up her nose and in her mouth, as well as all over our kitchen table.

she hadn't seemed to of noticed my sleepy figure leaning against the wall next to her but lola had which only made her burst into laughs.

Andrea clearly thinking she was the reason for the older women's hysteria began to blow the sticks out of her nose giggling to herself.

"algo de talento tienes bebe" i spoke as i sat down.

“some talent you have baby”

"ah, ¿cómo estuvo tu siesta? te extrañé" she said as pressed a light kiss to my lips.

“Ah, how was your nap? I missed you”

"te extrañé más" i said as i wiped the crumbs of my lips.

“i missed you more”

"adios Lola, adios Cristina" Andrea quickly spoke as she handed me back my phone and walked off to put the box of breadsticks away.

"muchas gracias, siento que tengo un niña pequeño para una novia" i said which pulled a laugh from the couple.

“Thank you very much, I feel like I have a little girl for a girlfriend”

"Puedo oírte, idiota" Andrea shouted from the kitchen.

“I can hear you idiot”

"se suponía que debías" i said back to her.

“You were supposed to”

"por favor vuelve lola" i quietly said before ending the phone call.

“Please come back Lola”

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Andrea Medina (Atlético de Madrid)

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Hola! Poderias escribir mas de Andrea Medina? 💗

Aquí lo tienes 💗. Prometo que estoy trabajando en otra petición que me han dejado hace tiempo❤🦄

ABRIENDO PUERTAS

Me siento bastante nerviosa la verdad... Estoy a punto de conocer a mis nuevas compañeras de equipo y me da un poco bastante de miedo.

Nunca he sido buena para relacionarme con la gente, aunque el fútbol me ha ayudado bastante, aún sigo queriendo que la tierra me trague cuando tengo que conocer por primera vez a gente nueva.

Pero una cosa si que he aprendido muy bien a lo largo de mi corta vida... A mentir y esconder mis sentimientos.

-Vamos t/n, te están esperando- Dice Manolo Cano, mi nuevo entrenador.

Le miro y asiento moviéndome junto a él hacia el césped.

Me pongo la máscara y los nervios desaparecen. No quiero que piensen que soy un bebé que quiere volver a casa porque eso es lo último que quiero.

-Equipo- Llama la atención el entrenador- Os presento a la nueva integrante- Me pongo frente al grupo y sonrío- T/n

-Hola, encantada- Saludo y las miro a todas una por una pero las que más me llaman la atención y me dan curiosidad son 2, Lola Gallardo y Andrea Medina, y no sé porqué.

-Hola, yo soy Lola- Se presenta y me da una sonrisa amistosa

-Yo Andrea- Saluda la chica que estaba al lado de la portera y joder... Vaya ojos y vaya sonrisa.

Y así se presentan todas una a una. Yo ya había hecho mi trabajo y las había investigado un poco por Instagram para ver quienes iban a ser mis compañeras durante los próximos 2 años.

-Hacer dos grupos, vamos a hacer un rondo.

La gente se empieza a mover formando sus grupos pero yo me quedo quieta. En ese momento Lola aparece y envuelve su gran brazo alrededor de mi

-Ven con nosotras, novata.

Me encojo de hombros un poco por el contacto pero lo ignoro.

-Claro

En ese grupo estaban Vir, Maitane, Leicy, Merel, Sheila, Sonia y por supuesto Andrea.

-Get in the middle, novata- Dice la holandesa- Let's see what you can do

La miro y sonrío aceptando el reto.

Sin decir nada me pongo en el medio mirando las a todas antes de que empieza a rodar la pelota.

Al tercer toque la pelota está en mis pies

-Ik weet hoe ik meer moet doen dan dit- Miro a Merel sonriendo y esta está sorprendida pero las demás más todavía. (Se hacer más que esto)

-Ken jij nederlands? (Sabes holandés?)

Me encojo de hombros

-Algo- Le paso el balón a Leicy y me pongo en su lugar.

Justo en frente tengo a Medina y me la quedo mirando como juega hasta que el balón cae en mis pies.

Se la paso a Medina

-¿De donde vienes, t/n?- Empieza a preguntar Virginia.

-De Mallorca

-En que equipo jugabas?

-En el Atlético de Baleares

-He escuchado que hay buen futuro ahí- Me guiña un ojo la veterana mallorquina

-Sí, pero todas quieren salir de la isla para poder llegar a jugar más profesionalmente.

-¿Cuántos años tienes?- Pregunta Medina ahora.

-Pues 16

Lola silva

-Te han quitado el sitio de bebé- Dice la portera riendo y despeina un poco a Andrea.

-No quiero ese título- Rechazo

-Ooh, pues lo tendrás. Al menos de mi parte- Dice Lola y me sonrie.

Me la quedo mirando y la verdad es que no me siento incómoda con ella y no veo un atisbo de maldad en ella. Creo que me cae bien.

El entrenamiento sigue y hablamos de cosas irrelevantes y nos reímos de las chorradas de Lola.

Solo cuando el entrenador manda a todas al vestuario es cuando me quedo sola y disfrutando del ruido de mi bota pisando el césped o chutando el balón.

Estaba completamente sola entrenando pero en algún momento Lola y Andrea aparecieron.

Sin decir absolutamente nada Gallardo se puso en la portería, Medina de defensa y yo atacando como si lo hubiéramos hecho mil veces antes pero no, está era la primera vez y se sentía realmente bien.

Medina era una lateral increíble y Gallardo un buena porteraza pero eso no evitaba que mis chutes entraran más en la portería de lo que ellas quisieran.

En algún momento de la tarde paramos, el sol se empezaba a esconder y yo no quería perderme la puesta de sol.

Así que sin decir nada más me senté en el césped mirándola.

-¿Estás bien?- Pregunta Medina y ambas corren a mi buscando algún indicio de dolor.

-Si, de puta madre- Señalo la puesta- ¿No es bonita?

-Sí

Ambas se sientan a mi derecha y miramos el atardecer en silencio.

-¿Qué haces aquí?- Pregunta Lola de repente

-¿No es obvio?- Me río- Lo que todas hacen aquí. Jugar al fútbol y buscar ser la mejor- Me encojo de hombros mirándolas.

-Ya, pero hacer un cambio tan grande con 16 años... A mi me costó aceptar esta oferta- Dice Andrea- ¿No extrañas tú casa? ¿Tú familia?

Suelto una risa sin gracia.

-Yo soy mi familia.

Las dos me observan curiosas, sé que se mueren por seguir preguntando pero no lo hacen y se lo agradezco. Simplemente se levantan y me tienden una mano para ayudarme a levantarme.

Vamos a los vestuarios, no quedaba nadie ya. Todas se habían marchado a su casa

Me estaba poniendo la camiseta cuando Lola habla.

-¿Dónde te estás quedando?

-En un hotel cerca de aquí

-¿Quieres venir a cenar? - Interrumpe Andrea- Hemos quedado Lo y su novia, Cristiana, para cenar en un restaurante.

-Si, puedes venir. Seguro que le caes genial a Cris- Dice la mayor.

-Oh- me sorprendo- No quiero interponerme en vuestros planes...

-Chorradas niña- La guardameta pone sus brazos alrededor de nosotras- Vamos, que a Cris no le gusta que lleguemos tarde

Lola conduce hasta el restaurante y todo son risas porque entre las dos andaluzas es imposible no mearte encima.

Algo muy raro en mi, cabe recalcar, no soy de esas personas que enseguida se ponen a reír y se siente cómoda.

Cuando bajamos del coche veo que las dos chicas se acercan y saludan entusiasmadas a una mujer y deduzco que es Cristina.

Me quedo un poco atrás sin saber cómo intervenir.

-Ohhh- Dice cuando termina de saludarlas- Tu debes de ser el nuevo fichaje del equipo- Se acerca y me da dos besos.

Me paralizo un poco ante el saludo

-Encantada, soy t/n- Respondo cuando vuelvo a mí- Tú eres Cristina, ¿no?

-La misma, espero que te hayan hablado bien de mí- Dice en broma.

-Que va, solo han soltado mierda por la boca- Suelto la broma pero enseguida me arrepiento y dejo de respirar.

Cuando veo que rien puedo volver a la normalidad y recuperar el oxígeno.

-Vamo' a come' que muero de hambre- Dice Medina y todas la seguimos.

Nos sentamos en la mesa al lado mío está Andrea y enfrente nuestro la parejita.

Durante la cena todo son risas y bromas, también intentan conocerme un poco más y yo las dejo.

Hay veces en los que la chica a mi lado y yo rozamos nuestros muslos o brazos y me pongo bastante inquieta... Y no en el mal sentido y eso hace que me inquiete más todavía.

Intento pagar la cuenta pero ni Lola ni Cris me dejan y Medina a mi lado se ríe.

-Ya te acostumbraras- Dice la menor encogiendose de hombros.

-¿Donde te estás quedando?- Pregunta Cris una vez salimos.

-En un hotel cerca de aquí... Puedo ir andando si queréis iros a casa ya

-Tenemos una habitación libre... Oh bueno... Cuando la terremoto no la ocupa- Ríe Cristina

-Si, puedes dormir con ella o sino la hechamos al sofá- Bromea ahora Lola.

-Oyeee- Se queja juguetonamente la aludida.

-No quiero molestar chicas... Estoy segura que sería un estorbo más y seguramente queréis intimidad y esas cosas... - Me niego.

-No digas tonterias chiquilla- Dice Lola.

-Si, Andrea también se acopló cuando fichó por el Atleti... -Dice la otra

-No sé...-

-No acepto un no por respuesta- Dice la más mayor

Se me escapa una sonrisa. Su actitud me recuerda tanto a alguién.

-Está bien- Acepto resignada y Andrea suelta una carcajada.

Me llevan al hotel y Cris me ayuda un momento a coger mis maletas que son pocas, no tenía mucho que coger de casa.

Ella no hace comentarios al respecto pero cuando me meto en el coche la sevillana pequeña si.

-¿Solo tienes eso?¿Te vienes aquí a vivir solo con 2 maletas pequeñas?-Me mira alucinada

-Si- Me encojo de hombros sin decir nada más y lo capta.

Una vez llegamos a su casa me enseñan la casa y la que va a ser mi habitación por un tiempo. Veo que Lola saca mantas y cojines de un armario.

-¿Para quien es eso?- Pregunto confusa.

-Para la niña- Mira a Medina

-¿Qué? No- Niego- Estoy invadiendo su cama... -Miro la cama y luego a Andrea- Es lo suficientemente grande para las dos. No me importa dormir contigo.

-Si, a mi tampoco- Me sonrie y puede que me derrita un poco.

Nos mira y sonrie traviesa

-Bueno... En ese caso me voy a dormir. Buenas noches, chicas.

Saco las cosas para ir al baño a lavarme los dientes y veo que ella me sigue y hace lo mismo.

Nos lavamos juntas en silencio pero empieza a hacer guarradas con la pasta y yo la sigo y nos reímos.

En un momento veo que empieza a grabar pero me da igual sigo haciendo el tonto junto a ella.

-Nuestra primera de muchas- Levanta el móvil.

Ignoro el comentario sin hacerme ilusiones.

-¿Qué lado quieres?- Pregunto señalando la cama

-Este está bien- Señala la izquierda y asiento así que me meto en el contrario.

Cuando me acuesto cojo el móvil para enviar un mensaje

"Hola, se que estas despierta esperando :)"

"Ha sido un día movidito, siento no haberte llamado"

"Mañana te llamo, lo prometo"

Mando y mientras espero respuesta veo como se mete en la cama mi compañera de habitación temporal.

Ambas boca arriba mirando el techo.

Gira la cabeza para mirarme y hago lo mismo.

-¿Qué estudias?

-Ummm, me estoy sacado un FP de auxiliar de enfermería y el año que viene quiero hacer el de rayos o algo así

Abre la boca

-Así que enfermera eh

Suelto una carcajada

-Si te lo quieres tomar asi... Es parecido solo que sin pinchar

Asiente sonriendo

-¿Y luego? Quieres ir a la uni o te quedas con los FP?

-Uni, pero no sé de que. Soy un poco indecisa

-Es normal yo tampoco sabia que hacer

-¿Qué haces tú?- Pregunto ahora yo curiosa.

-He hecho bachillerato y ahora me he metido a hacer ciencias de la actividad física y del deporte online.

-Que guay, yo también quiero hacer algo relacionado con el deporte o medicina pero tengo tiempo todavía- Me rio-  Soy un puto bebé

Suelta una carcajada y yo con ella.

-Puede que si

-Oye, tu también lo eres

-Para Lola si, pero soy mayor que tú- Me saca la lengua y yo a ella.

En ese momento me llega un mensaje y lo cojo rápido

"Hola peque. Estaba esperando tu llamada.

"Espero que este todo bien, mañana me contaras todo... Sino cojo el primer vuelo para verte eeeh"

Me río por lo último y Andrea me mira curiosa

Me llegó otro

"T'estimo petita❤"

Le respondo

"T'estimoooooo ❤❤❤❤"

Dejo el móvil cargando y me pongo de lado mirando a la chica a mi izquierda.

-¿Alguien importante?

-Si, una de las pocas que está ahí pase lo que pase.

Me sincero

Seguimos hablando pero en algún momento ya no recibo respuesta.

-¿Andrea?- La llamo suavemente y la miro ya que estaba mirando el techo

Estaba de lado hacia mi con los ojos cerrados y respirando tranquilamente.

Sonrio y sin saber porque le hago un mini video

Me quedo mirandola sin poder dormir, media hora después Medina estaba encima mia con la cabeza apoyada en mi cuello.

Me tenso pero luego acabo rodeandola con mis brazos y poco después me duermo.

Me despierto al sentir movimientos encima mia y resoplo.

-Estate quieta- Mando y entierro la cabeza en el matojo de pelos.

-Perdón, no quería despertarte- Susurra.

Obro los ojos de mala gana y después de acostumbrarme a la luz la miro.

-Buenos días- Digo con la voz rasposa

-Buenos días, perdon por haberme puesto encima de ti- Se disculpa sentándose en la cama.

-Me han molestado más tus ronquidos- Bromeo y abre la boca ingidnada.

-Yo no ronco!

-oh, si que lo haces, pero todavía es aguantable. No me has dejado sorda.

Me río y me levanto

-Yo n... - Se calla de repente cuando me ve en ropa interior para ponerme la ropa de entreno.

-No pot ser- Me río al ver su cara roja y aparta la mirada- ¿No tendrias que estar acostumbrada ya a ver a chicas en ropa interior? - Me burlo.

-Lo estoy- Se defiende.

-Ya lo veo- La miro y me visto rápido- Venga arreglate.

Salgo de la habitación y voy a la cocina.

-Buenos días- Saludo a las dos mujeres.

-Bueno' día' niña- Me acerco para ver lo que hacen y me sorprende con un beso en la sien.- ¿Qué tal has dormido?

-Pufff genial, es agradable dormir con un oso que ronca- Digo esto último en voz alta.

-Otra vez. Que yo no ronco- Aparece la aludida y me río al ver su carita enfadada.

-Si que lo haces, terremoto- Dice Cris y le da varios besos en la mejilla.

-A mi me trae por el camino de la amargura cuando duermo con ella- Se mete con ella Lola

-Esto no puede ser, todas contra mi no eh- Se cruza de brazos enfadada pero sonrie cuando Lola la llena de besos.

-Aun así, roncando y todo te queremos.

Sonrío al ver la complicidad que tienen las tres aún habiéndose conocido apenas hace un año.

Desayunamos y vamos al centro de entrenamiento. Hicimos físico y luego estuvimos un poco con el balón para irnos acostumbrando a jugar entre nosotras.

Cuando el entreno termina espero a que todas entren al vestuario para hacer una videollamada.

-Hola, pequeña- Saluda alegre Alexia.

Se escucha mucho alboroto de fondo.

-Hola, Ale- Devuelvo contenta.

De repente se para el ruido y se escuchan varios "Esa es T/n?" de fondo hasta que aparecen 4 cabezas más aparte de la de Ale.

-T/n- Exclaman Mapi, Patri, Claudia y Jana a la vez.

-Hola chicas- Saludo sonriendo

-Te echamos de menos- Dice Mapi con un puchero

-Si, yo no se porque has rechazado la oferta del equipo B- Dice Pina ahora.

-Ya os lo he dicho. No quiero que me tachen por enchufada ni nada de eso- Digo- Además... Mi calidad no es para estar en el B de nadie- Les guiño el ojo y se ríen todas.

-Ahí tienes toda la razón, niña- Patri comenta.

-Aparte me va a gustar jugar contra vosotras y patearos el culo- Hago como que me quito polvo de los hombros.

-Ya lo veremos- Dice Jana.

-Oooh, preparate Janita.

Ahí empezamos una discusión bastante infantil entre las 5 mientras la doble balón de oro mira divertida la interacción.

-Bueno, basta ya- Corta la mayor- Fuera, dejarme hablar con ella a solas.

Las chicas la miran indignadas pero le hacen caso y se van.

Veo que ha quedado una pelota del entrenamiento y me pongo a jugar con ella

-Cuéntame, que tal estos dias? Has echo amigos?

-Eeeh- Hago una vuelta al mundo- Ha estado bien, las chicas el primer día me desafiaban por mi edad- Ruedo los ojos- Ya sabes, lo de siempre. Les calle la boca en 15 minutos y ahora parece que soy una más aunque es clara la diferencia de edad- Me encojo de hombros.

-Esa es mi chica- Dice orgullosa

-Parece que Lola me a cogido bajo su ala. No me dejó quedarme en el hotel y me ha ofrecido una habitación hasta que encuentre otro sitio.

-¿Si? Eso es muy bueno t/n- Dice contenta- Lola es una buena chica y te ríes una montón con ella. Seguro que te cuida bien, ya me encargaré de eso.

-No, Alexia- Digo con el ceño fruncido

-¿Qué tiene de malo?

-Ya te lo dije antes de irme. No quiero que me vean diferente o que tu intervengas en algo o lo que sea.- Paro y la miro- Suficiente has echo con sacarme de ahí y darme la oportunidad de hacer esto- Le enseño el campo- Es algo que nunca te lo voy a poder agradecer lo suficiente.

-Es algo que te mereces por tu propio mérito y habrías podido conseguirlo igualmente- Asegura- Tienes mucho futuro.

-Gracias- Digo emocionada- Que me lo digas tú es... - No encuentro las palabras.

-Es la verdad- Dice- Entonces cuando nos veamos tengo que hacer como si nada? No creo que pueda y menos creo que pueda controlar a las chicas. Están ansiosas por verte otra vez.

-Jugaremos dentro de 4 meses. Creo que es tiempo suficiente para ganarme el pan yo solita.

Se ríe.

Veo por el rabillo del ojo que Medina se acerca.

-T'he de deixar, t'estimooo

-D'acord, t'estim

Cuelgo

-Eres un poco inquieta no? Llevo mirándote media hora hablando por teléfono y no has dejado de mover la pelota en ningún momento.

-¿Me estas espiando?- Fingo indignación.- Pensándolo mejor... Es normal que no pares de mirarme, soy increíble.

Nos reímos.

Los meses pasan hasta que llega el partido contra el Barça en territorio catalán.

Ha ido todo genial, me he ganado un sitio en el equipo y todas son muy protectoras conmigo sobre todo Lola, con ella he creado un vínculo super fuerte y se a vuelto un pilar en mi vida junto con Cris y Andrea.

Mi relación con las dos futbolistas es increíble han pasado de ser culo y mierda a ser culo, mierda y peo o eso dice Lo.

Con Andrea tengo una conexión que no he tenido nunca con nadie. Puedo pasar de hacer el gilipollas con ella, bromas, comportarnos como niñas pequeñas a abrirle mi corazón a pecho abierto y a quererla de una forma súper fuerte.

Pero volviendo al presente. Teníamos un partido que jugar.

Estaba en el vestuario poniéndome la equipación. No tenía prisa, estaba en el banquillo.

Me senté junto a Vir cuando los dos equipos salieron al campo.

En el medio tiempo estábamos perdiendo 2-0 y en el 50 decidieron que era hora de que entrara al terreno.

Mientras esperaba que la arbitra diera paso al cambio vi una silueta pararse a mi lado. Al girarme vi a la número 11.

-Pero si tengo a mi lado a la mismísima reina- Exclamo en voz baja para que sólo me escuche ella- ¿Estás lista?- Sonrió traviesa.

-¿Lo dudas?

En ese momento la arbitra nos deja entrar y empieza la función.

El chip del equipo cambia cuando toco el primer balón y pongo en apuros a la defensa blaugrana. Ahora creen que podemos llegar a algo.

En el 56 después de unos cuantos intentos de mi parte y de Banini llega mi gol.

Cojo enseguida el balón y voy a ponerlo en el punto de inicio y después celebro con las compañeras que venían corriendo detrás de mi.

Continuamos y ahora el Barça estaba mucho más defensivo y muy pendientes de mi. Cada que tocaba balón me lo intentaban quitar o me hacían entradas feas.

En una de esas estaba en el suelo sentada tocandome el tobillo y vi a Medina acercarse enfadada a Pina que estaba junto a mi y Patri.

-No era necesaria esa entrada- Dice de mala ostia encarandose mi número 20.

Me levanto enseguida un poco coja y me pongo en medio.

Medina tenía muy mala ostia pero Clau también y no quería un pelea ahora.

-¿Estas bien?- Dice la culé ignorando a mi compañera.

Asiento con la cabeza

-Como si te hubiera importado hace 2 minutos- Suelta Andrea.

-Andrea, basta- Ordeno y la cojo de la mano para sacarla de ahí.

Es una falta muy cerca del área y peligrosa y pido tirarla.

Me mira Menayo y asiente.

Coloco el balón y veo en la barrera colocadas a Patri y Aitana y luego miro al cúmulo de jugadoras que hay en el área.

Miro la portería guardada por Paños y cuando escucho el silbato chuto la pelota.

Va por toda la escuadra y Sandra no consigue llegar.

La primera en engancharse a mi es Medina a la que agarro por las piernas y luego ya las otras se van sumando.

El partido terminó 2-2 minutos después y iba saludando amistosamente a las que se cruzaban por mi camino antes de que me arrastrarán a una entrevista.

-Muy buenas tardes T/n

-Buenas tardes

-¿Cómo te sientes después de haber enfrentado y empatado a un equipo como el Barça con sólo 16 años prácticamente tu sola?

-Bueno, el equipo ha echo un buen partido, ha podido contener bastante bien a Geyse, Alexia, Ana María... Solo les faltaban las ocasiones de gol.- Me encojo de hombros- Estoy contenta pero hay cosas por mejorar y en eso hay que centrarnos.

-Veo que tienes las cosas muy claras, pero dime. Tú personalmente te veías cuando eras pequeña jugando contra el Barcelona?

-No, de pequeña iba día a día y sigo haciéndolo pero jamás me había imaginado estando hoy aquí o por lo menos no siendo tan jóven.

-Te ves vistiendo en un futuro los colores blaugranas?

La miro y me rio.

-Cualquiera estaría loco de decir que no a jugar en un equipo tan grande. Pero ahora hay que centrarse en el Atleti que es otro equipo muy grande.

-Muchas...-Alguien salta a mi espalda- gracias, T/n. Disfruta del día.

-Igualmente- Me voy de ahí con Andrea encima de mi.

-Así que el Barça, eh- Dice Andrea primero.

-Es mi sueño

-Lo sé- En ese momento Pina y Patri aparecen frente a nosotras y Andrea se baja de mi espalda pero la agarro de la mano para que no se encare.

-Tu... - Empieza a hablar la sevillana pero se calla cuando Patri y Pina se abalanzan sobre mi

-Joder, te he echado de menos- Dice Patri en mi pelo.

-Si, pues cualquiera lo diría- Me separo- Anda que habéis tenido tiempo para venir a verme, sinvergüenzas

-Te juro que cuando tengamos un par de días libres venimos a verte- Dice Patri- Bueno, casi todas las chicas.

En ese momento alguien me levanta del suelo en un abrazo apretado pero reconozco ese olor a kilómetros, Alexia.

-Si, en cuanto tengamos libre vamos enseguida- Afirma sin soltarme

-Hola, Ale- La abrazo de vuelta y noto varios cuerpos más encima.

-Estas más fuerte eh- Dice Jana cuando nos separamos- Y corres más, mare meva.

-Y estoy más buena también- Me río de las caras.

-También, también para que engañarnos -Dice Bruna y escucho un resoplido

Era Medina. Estaba mirando todo confusa y a Bruna bastante mal por estar tocando mi biceps.

-Oohh, chicas esta es Andrea- Rodeo su cintura y ahora mira triunfante a Bruna o eso creía. -Una de las que me ayudó a integrarme y una muy buena amiga.

-Tu eres la que ganó el Mundial no? - Dice Mapi emocionada- Si que lo eres, tienes mucho talento

-Gracias- Dice sonrojada y le pellizco la mejilla

Llega Lola también confusa

-Ellas son las que me acogieron prácticamente en su familia- Les resumo brevemente- Luego os lo explico.

-Vamos todas a cenar? - Dice Patri

Y todas afirman

-Antes podemos ir a un bar o algo para hacer tiempo- Sugiere Alexia y todas estamos de acuerdo- ¿Vais a venir? - Pregunta a las sevillanas

-Si, claro- Responde Lo por las dos.

-Pues genial, vamos a saludar a los fans.

-Yo de mientras iré a decírselo a unas cuantas chicas del Atleti- Dice Mapi y todas nos esparcimos pero Andrea se queda conmigo mientras saludamos a los fans y firmamos.

Me sorprende ver a varias chicas colchoneras con mi dorsal pero lo que más me sorprende es encontrarme a una mujer en concreto en las gradas.

Camino hacia ella ignorando a alguno que otro y Andrea me sigue desde la distancia.

-¿María?- Pregunto alucinada de verla.

-T/n!- Dice contenta y me abraza tan fuerte como puede.

-¿Qué haces aquí?- Pregunto sin creerlo cuando me separo- ¿Cómo estás?

-Bien, viviendo después de lo de Lucía- Dice sonriendo triste- Pero he venido aquí porque me he enterado que jugabas y quería volver a verte.

-Si, ya han pasado 2 años desde que no nos vemos- Digo triste recordando esos tiempos

-¿Tú cómo estás?

-Feliz- Digo sinceramente- He conseguido a gente importante y que quiero- Miro inconsciente a Andrea que estaba a unos metros mirando hacia nosotras- Y estoy haciendo lo que quería.

-Esa chica eh, te brillan los ojos cuando la miras- Ríe tiernamente y me sonrojo pero no digo nada- Lucía estaría muy orgullosa de lo que has logrado, T/n- Dice sinceramente y la abrazo muy fuerte con los ojos llenos de lágrimas.

-La hecho mucho de menos- Digo con un nudo en la garganta

-Y yo, cariño. Pero donde quiera que este está cuidando de nosotras, como siempre a hecho

Me despego del abrazo y nos miramos.

-El otro día me atreví por fin a abrir y mirar las cajas de Lucía que desde la mudanza habían estado guardadas- Se aclara la garganta- Vi una cosa y pensé en ti- Se gira un momento y me tiende una guitarra

-Que, que haces?- Se me entrecorta la voz

-La vi y en que sitio puede estar mejor que contigo?

-No-Niego repetidas veces con la cabeza y aparto la mirada hacia Andrea que al verme así se acerca más todavía- No puedo aceptarlo. Es de ella.

-Estoy segura de que hubiera querido que la tuvieras- Se acerca y me susurra- Y que le cantes a esa preciosa chica

Cojo la guitarra marrón oscura y observo la inicial de Lucía y mia que hicimos cuando le regalé el instrumento.

Paso los dedos por encima y luego me dispongo a tocar un par de acordes pero paro.

-Me da que tendrás que afinarla un poco- Ríe suave.

-Eso parece- Digo- Gracias... Por venir y por la guitarra

Me da un beso en la frente

-Disfruta ahora todo lo que tengas y lo que se te presente- Me mira a los ojos- Y no dejes los sentimientos para el último momento. Tu más que nadie te mereces esto y más- Me hace un gesto con la cabeza y se que se refiere a Andrea.

Con un último beso en la frente se gira y se va.

Me quito una lágrima y sonrío mirando el instrumento que ahora me pertenece y que en su momento regalé.

Andrea termina de acercarse y pasa su brazo por mi cintura en un gesto protector.

Me aclaro la garganta y la miro

-Ven, es hora de que sepáis todo- Me decido

-No tienes porque hacerlo...

-Quiero hacerlo- Digo segura.

-Loooolaa- Llama Medina de camino hacia los túneles, ella nos ve y se acerca.

-¿Estás bien?- Es lo primero que pregunta cuando ve mi cara.

-Venid- Las guio a una sala donde se que no habrá nadie.

-¿Qué es todo esto?- Pregunta confundida Lola y señala la guitarra

-Cierra el pico, Lola- Dice sería Andrea y esta se vuelve sería.

Algo muy raro en estas mujeres

-No se como empezar...-Hago una pausa y suspiro.- Me crié en un barrio un poco chungo, había mucha mierda para que mentir- Hago una mueca graciosa

Se rien un poco

-Mi infancia no fue la mejor. Mis padres eran alcohólicos sobre todo mi padre y mi madre acabo siéndolo por culpa de él y los maltratos.

-A ti también... - Lola no pudo continuar con la frase. Ambas apretaban los puños.

-Si, me acuerdo de la primera vez. Era mi cumpleaños, cumplía 5 y yo estaba emocionada y contenta. Todos mis amigos de clase me felicitaron era nuevo para mi, en mi casa eso no existía. Mi padre estaba en el sofá durmiendo con unos 10 botellines de cerveza alrededor- Hago una pausa- Mi madre no estaba y yo contenta me fui a mi cuarto y cerré la puerta para ponerme a jugar. Grave error, la cerré más fuerte o eso pensó mi padre- Me reí y negué con la cabeza- A partir de ese día nunca más volvi ha hacer ruido con las puertas.

-T/n- Exclaman y me abrazan.

-Pasaba el menor tiempo posible en casa desde ese día, estaba mucho mejor en la calle que en casa. Un día vinieron a vivir una familia nueva al barrio y yo tenía curiosidad. Conocí a Lucía, la niña pequeña de la familia, y enseguida nos hicimos amigas, todos los días estaba en su casa o en la calle con ella. Gracias a su madre pude apuntarme a un equipo de fútbol.

-A Lucía le encantaba la música, lo llevaba en la sangre. Eran una familia gitana con mucho arte, el padre y los tios tocaban la guitarra y el hermano la caja y yo bueno, aprendí de todo. Cuando cumplió once le regalé la guitarra- La miro con añoro- Aún ella teniendo una se volvió loca y se convirtió en su preferida, nunca la soltaba. O estábamos tocando y cantando juntas o estaba mirándome jugar mientras hacía música o lo que sea

-Que bonito, t/n- Susurra Medi emocionada y sonrío de verdad, con el corazón

-Era la mejor- Me aclaro la garganta- Por esa época tambien conocí a Patri. Vivía unas calles más para atrás y la pasión por el fútbol nos unió, fichó por el barça y solo venia en vacaciones y una vez vino con más chicas, concretamente Mapi, Pina y Alexia. La conexión con estas era increíble pero con la última fue instantánea. Casi como cuando nos conocimos nosotras o tu y Medi- Digo mirando a Lola.

-Entiendo

-Intentaba ocultar lo que pasaba en casa cuando estaba ella ya que a un referente no quieres darle esa imagen pero acabó enterándose y la conexión se volvió muchísimo más fuerte.

Hago una pausa y les sonrío

-Ale me queria llevar con ella. No me queria dejar ahí ni un minuto más pero por ese entonces a Lucía le detectaron cáncer y yo no iba a dejarla sola. Fue una lucha intensa durante 2 años pero no fue suficiente. Murió hace 2 años.

-Joder, t/n, lo siento mucho- Dicen ambas y me abrazan

-Su familia se fue de Mallorca y yo desde entonces dejé de tocar nada, todo me recordaba a ella. Ya no tenía nada que me retuviera ahí así que Alexia por fin me pudo sacar y aquí estoy

-Ahora también nos tienes a nosotras- Dice Lola abrazándome fuerte y se une Medi

-Lo sé y estoy agradecida de haberos conocido. Sois increíbles.

-Lo sabemos- Dice la andaluza pequeña con una sonrisa arrogante.

Le pego un puñetazo en el hombro

-Pero yo lo soy más, ahora moviendo el culo que nos están esperando y tengo hambre.

Ordeno y me hacen caso.

3 horas después estábamos todas cenadas pero cada una tenía sus conversaciones en la gran mesa

-Te hemos visto con una guitarra, ¿tocas?- Dice Paños.

-Sí, se tocar- Respondo y me muevo un poco incómoda. Parece que las que están a mi lado se dan cuenta porque Andrea pone una mano en mi muslo y Ale en el otro.

-¿Tocas algo para nosotras, t/n? - Dice Bruna ilusionada ajena a todo lo que pasa por mi mente- Porfaaa

Abro la boca pero no sale nada.

-Si no quieres no tienes que hacerlo- Dice Alexia a mi lado y Olga, su novia, me da una sonrisa alentadora. Ellas saben como me siento.

-No no, esta bien. Puedo hacer esto- Digo más para mi misma.

Me levanto de la silla y me tomo unos minutos para buscar la guitarra y volver

Cuando estoy lista regreso y me siento en la silla tocando suavemente las cuerda para poder afinarlas.

Tengo la mirada de todas encima pero sólo hay una que hace que me ponga un poco nerviosa, Andrea.

Toco un par de acordes y sonrío inconsciente cuando me vienen imágenes a la cabeza de las horas que pasamos Lucía y yo cantando y tocando.

Miro de refilon a Medina y es cuando se me viene una canción a la mente, una que he tocado incansables veces con Lucía y siempre imaginando a alguien sin rostro pero ahora lo tiene.

Empiezo con la melodía y ahí es cuando se me olvida todo y sólo me centro en la música.

"Una vez, soñé lo que el futuro me deparaba

Había un patio andalu'"

Empiezo a cantar y cuando viene cierta frase miro discretamente a Andrea aunque como ella está fijamente mirándome se da cuenta

"Ya encontré

La que será mi futura esposa

La madre de mi' tres hijo'

Sevillana, guapa y hermosa

Y al bailar parece que vuela

Su' pie' son de oro puro

Cásate conmigo, flamenca

Que amor eterno, yo a ti, te juro"

Noto un poco de sorpresa en su reacción y algo más que no sabría describir pero continúo cantando hasta que la canción termina y todo el mundo aplaude hasta las mesas de los alrededores y camareros.

-Wooooooww t/n, no sabíamos que escondias esa voz- Dice Bruna maravillada y le doy un sonrisa

-Gracias pero no es para tanto- Le respondo y todas me miran mal

-¿Qué no es para tanto? Tu voz es preciosa, t/n- Dice Andrea y eso hace que me ponga roja, muy roja.

Alexia me da un golpe en el muslo sutilmente y me giro a mirarla y veo como ella y Olga se están riendo de mi.

Le saco el dedo y la lengua y ella me saca también la lengua.

-¿Puedes cantarnos más?- Pregunta Jana

-Solo si me acompañais

Así nos pasamos un par de horas entre todas cantando y divirtiéndonos y luego fuimos a cenar a un restaurante.

Me había olvidado lo divertido y bien que me sentía con la música.

-Nos vamos a ver pronto Pinita- Le digo a la chica que estaba abrazándome fuerte y puede ver una cola detrás de ella con las demás chicas del Barça.

De repente se unen al abrazo Bruna, Jana y Patri

-Te vamos a hechar de menos, t/n- Dicen estas últimas.

-Y yo a vosotras- Me aclaro un poco la garganta para quitar las lágrimas que quieren salir- Pero hay videollamada y me habeis prometido que cualquier día libre vendreis a verme.

Me separo de ellas y enseguida se engancha Mapi a mi.

-Tu también tienes que venir eh, que sino te meto arrastrando en el equipo B- Dice la aragonesa.

Y así me despido de todas hasta que queda solo una, Ale.

Ella es un poco más alta así que mi cabeza termina en su cuello y quien soy yo para quejarme.

-Pasatelo muy bien, patea muchos culos y hazles saber quién es T/n Putellas

Si, había heredado su apellido cuando terminó siendo mi tutora legal pero eso no lo sabía mucha gente.

-Si, mami- Medio enserio medio en broma

-Y escríbeme

-Mamá Alexia deja un poco al polluelo anda- Dice Mapi burlandose- Escríbele cada minuto eh, que sino lo paga con nosotras- Me dice a mi ahora y nos reímos todos menos Ale que le da un golpe en la nuca.

Le doy un beso en la mejilla

-T'estimooo

-I jo més- Responde y se acerca a mi oido- Ves a por la chica

Me despido con la mano y cuando salimos pongo el brazo sobre los hombros de Medina acercandola a mi cuerpo.

Todas las chicas del Atleti empezamos a caminar hacia el hotel pero me quedo atrás con Lola y Medi.

-Quieres a Alexia eh- Comenta la mayor y yo asiento

-Sí, legalmente es mi madre y yo la quiero como tal

Seguimos hablando pero en ningún momento suelto a Andrea y nadie se extraña porque en estos meses la hemos pasado así día si y día también.

Al llegar al hotel cada una se dispersa hacia su habitación y yo me voy a la mia con Andrea

Voy a mi lado de la cama, dejo la guitarra en el suelo y quitándome la camiseta me tumbo en la cama mirando a mi compañera de equipo.

Se quita los zapatos mientras mira algo en el móvil pero luego lo deja en la mesita de noche y se tira a mi lado.

-Andrea

-mmmh?

-Creo que se a colado una mofeta en la habitación- Digo preocupada mirandola.

-¿Qué estas diciendo?- Me mira raro

-Es que desde que te has quitado los zapatos huele muy mal- Arrugo la nariz para enfatizar.

Abre la boca indignada y me mira mal

-Primero con que ronco y ahora que me huelen los pies

-¿Qué quieres que haga yo? Es la verdad...

-¿Ah si? Pues tu te tiras unos peos mientras duermes mortíferos- Dice ella y ahora soy yo la ofendida.

-Mentira, si yo huelo a rosas siempre

-No, creo que con tus pedos matarias hasta a un muerto y mira que está muerto ya eh

Indignada me pongo sobre ella haciéndole cosquillas y luego ella también me las hace y no sé como termina ella encima mia con ambas piernas rodeando mi cintura y la cara demasiado cerca de mi para ser legal.

Nos quedamos mirando con la respiración bastante acelerada hasta que bajo a sus labios

Levanto la mano y con el pulgar acaricio ese lunar que tiene bajo su labio.

No veo rechazo por su parte y encima intercala la mirada entre mis ojos y mis labios así que me levanto un poco y rozo nuestros labios hasta que los conecto del todo

Es un beso suave, lento, sin prisas.

Saboreo bastante su labio inferior y superior hasta que por culpa del aire tenemos que separarnos.

-Joder- Dice Andrea cerrando los ojos intentando recuperar el aire.

-¿Tan mal beso?- Bromeo aunque por dentro no era una broma.

Abre los ojos y sonrie pícara.

-Un poco, pero no pasa nada, podemos arreglar eso.

Se acerca y me vuelve a besar todavía lento aunque el tiempo pasaba y de cada vez se iban volviendo más intensos los besos.

Estuvimos un par de horas así con ella encima mia pero no llegamos a más que unas cuantas caricias por debajo de su camiseta de mi parte.

Paramos cuando ya teníamos los labios hinchados y rojos

-¿Esto es real?- Pregunto sin creermelo del todo

Sin decir nada me pellizca el brazo

-Auuuu bruta

-¿Parece bastante real no?

-Sí

Le recojo el pelo tras la oreja.

-Vamos a dormir que solo quedan 4 horas

-Mmmmh no- Niego- Solo unos cuantos más

La acerco a mi y volvemos a besarnos.

Al final no dormimos nada...

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Trying hard

Andrea Medina x Teammate!reader

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"Why are the both of you fighting so hard to hate eachother?" - Asked Lola.

No one on the team understood where all that came from. And seemingly not even you or Andrea seemed to know.

"She started it."

You were all doing warm ups in training

"Literally when?" - Lola insisted knowing her friend very well. And Andrea just huffed at her.

You were new on the team, arrived in the beginning of the season. You were a forward, she was a defender, you naturally clashed a lot during trainings.

But still there was never an event to cause your constant bickering at each other.

"Everyone dividing into teams." - Yelled the coach.

As usual the two of you were in opposite sides. But twenty minutes in Medina started to get frustrated. She couldn't manage to stop your attacks, that led her to commit a bunch of fouls, this one had been particularly hard.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" - you screamed out as you got up. You were in pain but in the moment you saw red. And you pushed her back. - "You aways pull this shit! Try to learn how to manage your anger issues. It's not my fault you suck at your job."

And that's all it took for her to stand up and try to start a physical fight.

But thankfully you were separated by your teammates.

"You two are staying late as punishment." - That's the only thing coach said before starting the game once again. You stayed on the sidelines trying to cool down.

You couldn't help but watch her every move. How the sweat glistened over her muscles as she gave her all on the pitch.

"Alright we're done for the day. Not you, Medina and Y/L/N, you two are working on your 1 v 1 and if you start another fight we'll have a problem."

"Fuck!" - You let out under your breath.

You grabbed the ball closest to you.

You two did some drills, but when you tried to pass her once again she pulled you down, but you managed to trip her with your legs, and soon she was on the ground too.

"Your not gonna yell at me?" - she asked.

"I'm too tired for that." -

"Why do you do it?"

"You're the one who keeps attacking me! But I apologize for saying your not good at your job. You're actually pretty skilled."

"Yeah, just not enough to stop you."

You looked over at her watching how the sun made her eyes look, their prettiest.

"Sorry for being harsh, I just- it's frustrating."

You got up and offered her a hand up in the process, which she took.

"Let's go."

You both went into the locker room, and went straight to shower. But she accidentally slipped on the wet floor right in front of you, this time taking you down with her.

"This one was not intentional I swear!"

"I'm so going to get bruised." - you said trying to help each other up. But failing miserably. But taking the situation in comically.

When you two finally managed getting up, you finished showering and getting changed.

"Can you give me a ride home? I came with Lola this morning."

"You'll owe me one."

"Fine."

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Next day everyone was shocked when the two of you started joking around.

"Oye, I'll go easy on you today!"

"No, you can't!"

You left for the gym, as Andrea stayed behind.

"I knew it!" - Said Lola.

"Knew what?"

"You two liked each other deep down."

The younger girl only rolled back her eyes. Leaving the room. She didn't want to admit to anything.

She stared at you the whole day. Now that she couldn't blame it on the hate, she realized that maybe those feelings she had, were more than frustration. It was a mix of admiration and longing. It felt somewhat like a crush. And the realization made her cheeks red.

"Y/N! Can you stay and train with me for a little longer?"

"Yeah of course."

Lola simply looked suspiciously at her friend. - "Don't you need me to give you a ride home?"

"Y/N can take me."

"Okay." - She didn't want to insist too much. But she knew something was up.

After spending another hour training you decided to call it a day. Heading inside.

"You're doing better at blocking me."

"You're still winning though."

"Give it some time, you'll get there."

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That week during the derby, between the team and Real Madrid. You were being ferociously taken down. Probably for the same reason as aways. But that was working you up, and Andrea as well. Even if she wasn't personally getting hurt.

But when they took Wifi down, as she was about to enter the penalty area, Andrea was so annoyed, she started running from the other side of the pitch to start a fight with Oihane. But before she could you intercepted her, pulling her away the best you could.

"Hey, stop if you get another card, you're out of the game."

"I don't care!"

"Well, I'm not letting you."

"You can't boss me around like you do to everyone else!"

You thought you were past this stage of fighting for no reason. She thought so too, but right now she couldn't deal with the pressure of the game, her hot headed need to bite back and the way your arms held her back with force against yourself.

Once the game was over and you were ready to leave, you walked towards the car without saying goodbye to anyone.

But unfortunately Andrea was able to catch up with you.

"I'm really sorry."

"I thought we were on good terms!"

"I can explain, can we please get into the car?"

"I'm not giving you a ride."

"I'm not asking for one. I just want to talk privately."

You huffed as you unlocked the doors.

You both sat respectively in your seats. You waited for her to start talking.

"My head was spinning out of control. The way they were making so many fouls, and we were struggling to keep up, was getting to me and when you held me back in your arms, I just exploded."

"You keep throwing your frustrations on me again and again."

"I know, but I've been trying to fix it, since I realized where they came from."

"Which is what? Your anger issues?"

"I don't have anger issues, it's you!"

"I don't have any anger issues!"

"No, I mean I have a crush on you.

That's what has bothered me from the start!"

By now you just stared at her, mouth agape.

"You're not going to say anything?"

But before she had barely ended her sentence, you kissed her passionately. This led her to pull you from the driver's seat to seat on her lap. And when you pulled away to breathe, she decided to pull you to the backseat to blow off all the steam you had build up during the game.

And you thanked god you were parked so far from everyone else that day.

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who I write for

Claudia pina

misa Rodriguez

Leila ouahabi

cata coll

Andrea Medina

ornella vignolla

Erika lombidez

patri guijarro

Martina Fernandez

Bruna vilamala

Jana Fernandez

Ona batlle

Rosa otermin

salma paralluelo

Paula Lopez

Ana tejada

I’m 100% missing people so just send requests for any Spanish player and I’ll see what I can do

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Atlético de Madrid training sessions

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Happy birthday, Andrea 🎉💕

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You're a god(dess) for this!

let me know if you guys would like any of this 🩷

ideas for your writings

i made this list to write ideas for your stories (and will keep adding more). some of them are mine, some others are from the internet and from tumblr, either way you don't need to credit me if you use them or if you feel inspired.

terms A and B used to differentiate characters.

Some plot ideas are nsfw and most of them are romantic ideas. Pairings may fit for friendship and rivalry stories.

team rivalry: real madrid x barça - arsenal x chelsea - spain x england - ireland x france - barça x lyon - barça x arsenal - barça x chelsea - ireland x australia - france x spain

player x player: alexia putellas x jenni hermoso - ona batlle x lucy bronze - katie mccabe x caitlin foord - laia codina x misa rodríguez - hayley raso x misa rodríguez - ona batlle x aitana - katie mccabe x ruesha littlejohn - alessia russo x ella toone - andrea medina x carla camacho - alexia putellas x misa rodríguez

plot ideas: famous singer x footballer - tattoo meanings - summer trip - falling out of love - five times she fell in love with her - A not being into casual sex until she met B - domestic life moments - A finding B in a dream - celebrity app meeting - A rubbing B's back - comfort after a nightmare - getting an anxious call - aborted declaration of love - concert kiss - kissing A anywhere but her lips - A never enjoying oral until she had sex with B - Phone sex operator - Mirror sex - Non sexual intimacy - A handcuffs B to their bed and rides her while only wearing B's shirt - pillow fighting - truth or dare - As kids, A wins a stuffed animal for B at the fair, hoping to impress them. Years later, B reveals that they still have it - Five times A and B had 'platonic,' not at all serious sexual encounters, plus one time A caught feelings for B - it’s the last room available at the hotel after a long trip - interrupted wedding - getting pulled aside while everyone else is yelling at you. A gets you like none of the others do; A knows not to yell - A is the barista at a coffee shop and always screws up B's name on purpose - A dancing around their home with headphones in, eyes closed, and singing as loudly as they please to their favorite song while B stands in the doorway, watching her oblivious partner dance and sing with a loving smile on their face - Age difference - A is alone in the rain because she forgot to bring an umbrella, B offers to share theirs - A wants to have a baby but B doesn't - both A and B being goalkeepers

title ideas: the st. valentine's savior - five times you - green is the luckiest colour - room chaos - 1000 hands - running out of time - same old love - number 11 - the blue exception - the white exception - fire meets gasoline - your ocean eyes - la seva xuculatina

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Andrea Medina 🇪🇸

2024 Spanish Indoor Championships (Ourense)