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Away From Her Goalie - Clàudia Pina x Reader

A/n: next part in the Score A Goalie universe... enjoy! next one will take a while, it requires research:)

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The UWCL final in Eindhoven was here. Barcelona versus Wolfsburg. Clàudia on the pitch, you watching from the stands. You hadn’t felt so anxious about a match since the Copa De La Reina final, Atleti against Real Madrid, a match that went from 2-0 up to Real Madrid to Atleti bringing it to 2-2, through extra time and into penalties. Atleti came out on top and you were unashamed to admit that you had shed tears of joy over Atleti’s victory.

You had spent your time after the league finished organising the stuff you had brought to Barcelona back in January, trying to fit what you needed for your plans after the final.

Both sets of plans, as Clàudia planned to help you with your move, before the two of you went on a small holiday to serve as a break for you before you were thrown into training for the NWSL with NJ/NY Gotham FC, a club in need of a strong goalie to maintain their position at number 1 in the table.

It was hard, but you no longer had your apartment in Madrid, moving your things into storage that you did want to keep, but selling a lot. Clàudia was keeping some of your stuff for your return to Barcelona, the plans being after the NWSL season was done in November, you would be able to visit whilst Atleti and Gotham sorted out the post-NWSL training you could do before the winter transfer window in January.

But your career wasn’t the focus right now, as you sat in the stands of the Philips Stadium, in Eindhoven, waiting. Pina was on the bench but the stadium energy was electric.

Wolfsburg may have scored two goals first, but you couldn’t help but think about the Copa De La Reina final, Atleti were two goals down before bringing it up to 2-2, taking it to penalties after extra time where Atleti won.

You did not want it to go to penalties.

The second half was different and you could feel it, Patri sending the ball into the net to take it to 2-1, then two minutes later, Patri sent the ball in again, the score going to 2-2. Rolfö eventually making it 3-2 but later shots were going wide.

Pina was finally subbed on for Mariona in the 79th minute, while Ana was subbed on for Caro at the same time.

You grimaced as Wilms fouled Pina, but it wasn’t long after that Wilms was subbed off. A clash between Bronze and Popp had all the attention on the sidelines however, as Ingrid and Alexia prepared to be subbed onto the pitch at the 89th minute. 7 minutes of stoppage time were added, your stomach twisting as you leaned forwards in your seat, watching carefully.

Popp and Paredes ended up with yellow cards after a collision almost looked like it would turn into a fight on the pitch, Alexia and Ingrid having been subbed on minutes before the seven minutes of stoppage time arrived. Tackles flew in with players dropping like flies and you couldn’t stop grimacing.

Eventually the minutes ran out, Barcelona being crowned champions of Europe as Queen’s We Are The Champions played across the stadium, the team swaying and Pina rocking the trophy like it was a baby.

She spotted you in the stands, grinning and waving as you waved back, jumping up and down in celebration.

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The UWCL final was a flashbulb memory in your mind, and your fiancee’s as you sorted out your suitcases, the flight across the Atlantic amounting to more than 8 hours in the air, with Patri driving you two to the Barcelona airport.

“I will miss you, but I will miss your pancakes more.” Patri declared as she watched you travel with double the amount of suitcases as Pina, but the reasoning made sense.

You were moving countries for your career, your fiancee was helping you settle in first, but you were allowed a break before going head on into the NWSL.

A break that you were spending with Pina, visiting someone you hadn’t seen in almost a year. Jenni Hermoso, who currently resides in Mexico to play for Pachuca in the Liga MX Femenil.

Arriving at JFK airport, Pina pulled up her hood, whilst you dug through your backpack, eventually finding a pair of sunglasses and putting them on to obscure your face.

“Where do we go?”

“I was emailed instructions… we need to get the subway to…” you paused, looking between your suitcases, to your large backpack balanced on one of them, to Pina’s luggage, “we’re taking suitcases on the subway… great start.”

“So we go from central station and get a connecting train to New Jersey…” You went over the instructions, passing Pina your sunglasses as you found your hat, almost amused at the Atleti logo on it but you were pretty sure someone had recognised you both whilst on the subway already.

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“This should be it. The club arranged something close to the subway so I could get around without a car.” You explained, putting the key in the lock and almost celebrating when it turned and opened the door.

Wheeling all the suitcases inside, you headed over to the windows as you heard your fiancee speak, “es pequeño,” as she locked the door behind you both.

“Un poco,” agreeing with her, but it was a studio apartment with a tiny kitchen and windows that let in a lot of natural light, the view of the city presenting the hustle and bustle of New Jersey as you gazed out at the busy road full of cars.

“It feels very… New York, New Jersey… I don’t see a bat signal though.” You joked, peeking through the blinds like you were looking for a way to summon Batman.

“Gotham.” Pina rolled her eyes playfully as she snickered at your joke, walking over to the window to have a look.

“Suppose I should unpack something. Can’t leave it all until I’m back from Mexico and you’re on a flight… back to Barcelona.” Meeting your fiancee’s sad gaze, you held back your emotions as she reached for your hand.

“What am I doing? Moving nearly forty thousand miles away from you for a few months in the hopes my goalkeeper career isn’t just sitting on a bench until I retire then get stuck trying to become a goalkeeper coach? I’m sorry, you deserve better.”

“No. I deserve you. We deserve each other, and we both deserve play time, but I want you too.” Pina declared, her hand cupping your cheek as your face softened from where it was scrunched up in sadness, trying to hold the tears back.

“I want you too, and I want to play minutes. You are the only person who has put me first in a long time. You’re it for me, mi vida, our souls are together, even when our bodies are so far apart. I want to come back to you, marry you, and never leave you again, unless you don’t want that-”

“I choose you, remember? And our bodies are not apart yet.” Pina smirked, leaning in to press her lips against yours, before pulling away as you smiled.

“You’re right. In fact, I think our bodies could be a little closer.”

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It took a little while to get your stuff unpacked, the two of you heading back out to travel from Hoboken and ending up in Greenwich Village, Lower Manhattan.

“I’m sorry you’re missing Ibiza this year.” You apologised over dinner/lunch (the timezone difference threw you two off), but your fiancee shook her head, pointing out that she was getting to spend time with her fiancee, in a new city before heading to another new city for a few days and seeing Jenni again after so long.

“I missed you in New York last winter.” Pina rationalised, smiling at you, before avoiding eye contact with whoever was behind you as the two of you were recognised.

“When do Atleti and Gotham announce your loan? People are recognising us from Barcelona.”

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The flight to Mexico was nowhere near as long as the Transatlantic flight from Barcelona, the two of you bringing a lot less luggage too as you both looked to find Jenni and whoever she had brought with her to pick you both up from arrivals.

“¡Hola mis bebés!” Jenni cheered, pulling you both into a hug when she spotted the two of you approaching.

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Your time in Mexico came and went, revealing the engagement to Jenni and how you were going to be on loan to NJ/NY Gotham until the end of the 2023 NWSL season. Jenni’s reaction included how you did not ask for her blessing, before she was congratulating you both and hugging you for taking a big step in your goalkeeping career.

Now you were staring out of your tiny studio apartment’s windows, watching the sun rise and trying to hype yourself up on your first day with Gotham.

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Atleti and Gotham posted their posts first. Atleti revealed you had been sent on loan to NJ/NY Gotham for the rest of the 2023 NWSL season with good luck.

Gotham was a little more excited for you, using a photo array of shadows to tease your arrival, the shadows even resembled Batman before the final reveal of you in the Gotham goalie kit, the shadows made to look like the Bat Signal through the use of the spotlights during the photography session.

You were the next one to post, announcing your loan with a repost of the photo of you in the Gotham kit, with Bat Signal shining onto the dark background behind you, followed by photos of New York and New Jersey you had saved from when you and Pina were exploring around the two states.

Your previous posts consisted of photos of you and Pina hanging out with Jenni in Mexico, throwing people off online who thought everyone would be going to Ibiza, whilst leaving fans speculating as your engagement rings were spotted in one of the photos.

‘Sorry I’m not Batman, but I’m here to protect Gotham.’ Your caption was cheesy, especially with the bat emojis that Pina copied into her comment, along with a heart and flame emoji reminding you of the early days in your relationship.

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[afterglowsainz]

Julian Alvarez with song #75

there’s only one cure for heartbreak | julian alvarez

song; chorrito pa las animas - feid

part of the spotify wrapped special

The person who claimed that heartbreak couldn’t be cured by partying had definitely never gone clubbing in Madrid in their twenties with their best friends after a breakup.

To be fair, you had been a bit skeptical at first too. But after your friends insisted—and given the fact that your favorite team had just won one of the most important matches of the season—any excuse seemed like a good enough reason to celebrate and go out.

It had been a long time since the last time you went out. Your ex-boyfriend was never a fan of partying, and you had preferred spending time with him over being alone. But that was over now, and you were more than okay with it. At last, you could enjoy the spontaneity of Madrid’s nightlife again—just you and your group of friends singing at the top of your lungs and dancing to the music alongside hundreds of strangers.

Although, not everyone in the club was a stranger.

Why is it that, on the very first night you decide to embrace your single life, you end up running into all the players from your favorite team?

And why is it that, on the exact same night Julian decides to go out with his new teammates for the first time after a particularly tough win, he feels like he’s falling in love at first sight as he watches you dance?

With short steps and some encouraging words from his teammate, he started walking toward you, slowly, with a certain air of confidence. Your slightly alcohol-fuzzy brain took a moment to recognize him.

“Wait,” you said when he asked you to dance. “I know you.”

The brunette raised an eyebrow, a small cocky smile appearing on his face.

“I mean, I don’t know you, but I know who you are,” you clarified.

“Tell me your name so we’re even,” he smiled.

If your cheeks weren’t already flushed from the alcohol, dancing, and the heat of the room, they surely were now. You told him your name, and he led you to the dance floor. You thought he’d leave after one song, but he danced with you through one, two, three, four more.

“Congratulations on your goal today,” you said mid-dance, and he smiled.

“You watched the match?” he asked, surprised. It wasn’t exactly a secret that Atletico wasn’t Madrid’s star team. Finding fans, even in the city, wasn’t very common for him.

You nodded in response.

“That’s why I went out tonight,” you replied. “Well, among other reasons, but the match result played a part.”

Julian pulled your hips impossibly closer to his.

“Then it’s my lucky day.”

Maybe Madrid wasn’t so bad after all.

[meazalykov]

Joao Felix is in love

joao felix x reader

headcannons and how you guys came to be <3

warnings: a few mentions of 18+ endeavors but nothing detailed.

❀⋆ The first time Joao met you, he didn’t care about you. That is harsh, considering most relationships have a good start, but he was under the spell of his ex-girlfriend. The Atletico player didn’t want to let her go after many scandalous events. You found the Portuguese boy attractive plus he had a shy and confident aura. After a few months, accepting that he might not like you as much as he loves Magui, you left him alone entirely.

❀⋆ A year later in summer 2023, Joäo was at his lowest. He left Chelsea after a six month loan to go back to Atletico. Meanwhile, you finished your Bachelors degree in Humanities at the University of Madrid. When the Portuguese arrived in the Spanish capital, Atletico’s coach made him train with youth teams. In a careless response, Joao received tons of hate in the media for expressing how Barcelona, a rival club, was his childhood dream club. Atletico fans didn’t appreciate this at all and harassed him until he was aware. Magui left him in the dark for Lando Norris at the same time. You had no idea this was happening, since you forgot about Joäo to focus on your last year of college. One day, a mutual friend of yours and Joaos told you how bad he was doing mentally. The care and kindness in your heart felt torn as you searched Joao's name on twitter and saw the flood of hate tweets about him. You couldn’t handle it, so you reached out to Joäo offering support. You still cared about him after a year of cutting contact from him.

❀⋆ Joäo didn’t realize how much he missed you until you started talking to him again. In return, he talked to you constantly afterwards. He always listened and smiled at what you had to say. At first, he was scared to admit that he had feelings for you. The Portuguese got cheated on by his ex and didn’t want to regret opening up his heart again. Don't worry, it didn’t take long to admit to himself that he grew feelings for you.

❀⋆ As I said before, he is a great listener when he isn’t distracted by his airpods. He will constantly pay attention to what you've talked about to him and what you repost on social media. He saw you had a folder dedicated to Blue Hydrangeas on Pinterest. A few days later, he bought you a ton of flowers (Blue Hydrangeas) along with other expensive things that you appreciated.

❀⋆ When you visited his house in Madrid for the first time, you met his dog that you’ve seen on social media, Floki. If you’re a dog person, you gladly took the boy into your arms as he ran to you at the front door. If you’re afraid of dogs, you’re hesitant to engage with the boy as he licked your ankle once for attention. Eventually, Joäo got you to hold Floki and your fear drifted away. Floki loves you so much and the Portuguese boy noticed this. Every time you went to Joäo’s house, the brown boy always laid on your lap and followed you like a personal guard dog around Joao’s house. Joao took note of this, realizing that Floki isn’t that clingy with him.

❀⋆ Barcelona accepted Joäo on a loan contract and you were excited for him. After he moved to Barcelona from Madrid, you were nervous. You were in love with him and didn’t want it to go to waste by his absence. He didn’t forget about you, once he settled into his new house he asked if you would come live with him. Some people might have hesitated in this position but you said yes. After graduating college in Madrid you wanted to move and experience living in a new city. Joäo asks you to officially be his girlfriend once you settle into his home. He mentioned that he couldn’t have a long distance relationship with you since he can’t imagine going days without seeing you. He makes you comfortable in your shared home.

❀⋆ The boy will always cater to anything you want since he moved you away from your old home. If you’re a cat person, you talked to Joäo about wanting to get a cat. Joäo supported your decision since he wanted Floki to have a friend when he had to travel for away games. At the adoption center, a young brown cat walked up to you and sat in your lap. The one year old cat was named “Brownie” by the shelter. Joäo and you loved Brownie and noted how her color matched Floki’s. Both of you adopted the cat and Floki loved her as soon as she stepped out of her cat carrier. This warmed your heart as you nearly cried in Joäo's arms.

❀⋆ Joäo has a set time for going to bed before training in the mornings or game days, which is midnight. You were nervous when you first moved in, considering that your sleep schedule isn't consistent. There are times where you're asleep before he gets to bed after playing FIFA and there are times where he's in a deep sleep by the time you get unready from the day and go to bed. Floki and Brownie are on the bed asleep every night beside you and the four of you sleep peacefully.

❀⋆ Love Language? It's physical touch for Joäo. He loves touching you. Sometimes his hand will be on your lower back when you're standing beside him. Every time he gives you a hug, he will ALWAYS kiss your forehead, neck, cheeks, or lips in the process. When you're sitting on your shared couch in the living room, he will lay his body on top of you and sometimes falls asleep on you. When you both have sex together, which is every night because you guys cannot keep your hands off of each other, he gives you so much praise and makes you melt.

❀⋆ One thing Joäo will accomplish doing is scaring you with small pranks. One day, you were recording a video in the living room for your job and Joäo was standing in the background with a creepy mask on. When you looked at the corner of your screen as you recorded yourself, you jumped as your heart was close to ripping out of your chest from seeing the figure in the background. Joäo started laughing loudly as he took off the mask to see your reaction. "Stop it Felix, that's not funny!" you say as he continues to laugh until he is begging for air.

❀⋆ When Joäo scores goals with Barcelona, he will make a symbol with his hands that point out the letter of your name. If you think that he can’t make a hand symbol with your first letter, he will do sign language that points out your letter. He is thinking about you always and always dedicates his goals to you, something he never really did with Magui. Fans noticed this after awhile and loved how much you made him happy.

❀⋆ One day, you had to leave Joäo for a few days since one of your siblings was expecting a child in Lisbon. After the successful delivery and getting to meet your niece/nephew, you decided to go to a Benfica game by yourself to occupy your time. After watching Benfica win, you meet Hugo Felix for the first time. He liked you for his older brother and noticed how easy it was to talk to you. Surprising Joäo, Hugo facetimed him and your face appeared on the screen as Joäo played FIFA in the living room in your Barcelona home. The boy blushed and was happy that Hugo met you. A few months before, Joao told Hugo how he feels about you and Hugo appreciates how much you’ve supported his big brother during his dark moments in summer 2023.

❀⋆ The Portuguese boy loves listening to music. He will blast music in the house, listen to music on his AirPods before big games, attends concerts with you, and more. He will listen to music genres that you love and usually enjoys it, even if it's music he hasn't listened to. Joäo wants to enjoy what you've enjoyed with music.

❀⋆ The public didn’t get a hold on your relationship with the Barcelona left-winger until Joao posted a story with you in it. This is seven months after you guys were official. Some fans didn’t know who you were so people dug through Joäo’s instagram following and saw your page with about 41k followers. Joäo’s fans were happy and started supporting you since they’re confident that you won’t cheat on him and he had a chance to move on from his ex.

❀⋆ Joäo is down bad for you and is happy that he can open up his heart for someone like you.

<3

[strawberryblue-blog]

The type of boyfriend

—Joao Felix.

summary: dating Joao Felix includes: headcanon.

warnings: none. cute, soft, fluff.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who was probably the one who made the move first, although he was very shy.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who likes to call you at night when you are far away to find out what you are doing, how your day was and how you feel.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who would drag you to the gym, running or swimming.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who would call you "Floki's mommy" and he would be proud to show you off.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who would buy you whatever you want even when you refuse because you can buy it with your money.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who would fall asleep on movie nights.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who would be mad if you don't watch his games, although when you're busy he'd understand.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who would wake you up at night because he got out of bed to look for Floki to sleep with you.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who likes to kiss your shoulder when you cook and stay close to your back while you do everything.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who would forget to do the shopping that you left him in charge of and you would have to go out urgently to a store.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who would give you his clothes when he travels for work so you can feel him with you.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who wouldn't know how to behave when you cried, it makes him very nervous to see you like that and he would panic.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who would take you on an anniversary trip every year to a new and wonderful destination.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who would buy matching hoodies for you to wear when you go outside.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who gives you advice about your hair and would ask you to give him advice about his.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who loves you more than anyone and would never hurt you.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who has cute nicknames for you like "bebê, amor, querida, princesa, etc"

Joao is the type of boyfriend who would definitely try to teach you Portuguese but would make fun of you when you make a mistake or don't get it right.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who would put you as his wallpaper despite being mocked by his colleagues.

Joao is the type of boyfriend that when you argue and you send him to sleep on the couch, he would come in the middle of the night to sleep with you.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who may seem serious at first but then is very fun and confident.

[pitchsidestories]

hate that I love you II Ana Maria Crnogorčević x Reader

masterlist I word count: 1759

a/n: we hope you enjoy reading the oneshot, we'd love to hear your thoughts on it. <3

warnings: slight smut in the middle, a bit of angst, but with a happy ending.🖤

“Ana!”, Keira shouted the name of your former Barca teammate, after the English midfielder has spotted the Swiss woman in the crowd.

The Champions league final was over, your team has won the title a second time in a row. But the celebratory mood you were in just a few seconds ago was gone at the sight of your ex-girlfriend. It made your blood turn cold.

“Ale, what the hell is Ana doing here? Who even invited her?”, you asked your captain furiously.

In an instant, she noticed your change of mood, that was why the midfielder replied cautiously:” I think some of the girls did or she just came to visit.”

“Oh, wow.”, you huffed, trying to get as far away from your former lover as possible. Seems like you weren’t that lucky this evening in Bilbao, she already had set her eyes on you, calling your name.

“Hi, y/n.”

“Ana. Sorry, but I got to go.”, you lied, while walking into the direction to the changing rooms.

“Where’s she going?”, Ana questioned as she was slowly following you..

“Isn’t that obvious? You broke up with her.”, Alexia reminded the taller woman.

“She still didn’t have to run away.”, the Swiss player mumbled, the hurt was written all over her face.

Meanwhile Keira who has been quiet after hugging her enthusiastically, joined their conversation with a low voice:” No but you ran away first, remember?”

“I didn’t. It was better that way.”, Ana corrected the English woman, before she headed into the changing room where you were standing all by yourself. The party was heading somewhere else already.

You heard her last words loud and clear: ”No, it wasn’t, you’ve chosen the cowardly way after almost four years of being together. You acted like that time meant nothing to you.”

Finally, you got the chance to tell her how devasted you were about her sudden move to Madrid.

“That’s not true. It wouldn’t have worked out long distance and you know that.”, the Swiss player disagreed.

“No, I don’t know that actually, because we never tried it!”, you protested.

“Yeah, sure. You were pouting because I left the team.”, Ana rolled her eyes annoyed at you.

Her behaviour only fed the anger you felt inside.

“Yes, because you told me those transfer news a day before you left for the capitol.”

“Because I knew you’d be pouting.”, she shot back, almost stumbling over the empty champagne bottles which were left on the ground.  

This moment felt almost like a symbol of your failed relationship as it started golden, perfect even, with your first ever champions league win during the covid period, and the following wins, which abruptly ended in shattered hopes and dreams.

You tore your gaze away from the champagne bottles and looked straight at Ana.

“Oh.“, you said, your jaw set. “Sorry that you meant something to me. What a fool I was. Hope you’re happy now.“

Anas face changed from a slight moment to confusion to immediate annoyance: “Oh my god, you can be so damn dramatic!“

“Why are you even here? You ruined a perfect final with your presence.“, you spat back.

Anas eyes sparkled with furiousness: “Oh I’m sorry. Sorry that my friends are still here and that this team still means something to me!“

You were taking aback by how loud her voice had gotten but you kept glaring at her: “Fine. Go and celebrate with them. But leave me alone!“

All of a sudden, you felt Anas weight on you as she pinned you against the wall of the changing room. You had to suppress a surprised shriek.

Ana tilted her head, her lips curved in the smallest hint of a smirk: “Or what?“

“Get your hands off of me!“, you said through gritted teeth.

“Make me.“, your ex-girlfriend challenged you.

In a heartbeat you leaned forward, pressing your lips onto Anas. Just when she started to return the kiss, you bit down hard on her lower lip.

She pulled back: “Hey!“

“Can I go now?“, you asked impatiently.

“No.“

You locked eyes with her again. Your voice was pure ice when you replied. “I hate you so much…“

Anas hand found its way into your ponytail, pulling on it roughly.

You hissed.

“Say that again.“, Ana ordered.

“What? I hate that I still love you…“

Anas grip on your hair loosened. “I know you do.“

“What about you?“, you asked. You hated that your voice still sounded so hopeful when you only wanted to despise the woman in front of you.

Your ex ignored your question deliberately. “You need to shut up now.“

“Go on.“

“I’ll.“

And suddenly, her lips were on yours again. Her body pressed so hard against your own that you could feel her heat on your skin. You kissed back with hunger while Ana shoved her thigh between your legs. Biting back a moan, you began to move against her.

Anas hands, in the meantime, had slipped under your jersey, exploring your skin with the lightest touch.

You knew you should not but you could not stop yourself. It was as if your body had taken control, taking what it had craved for so long.

Ana was in the motion of finally pulling your jersey over your head and your body tingled with excitement, when the door to the changing room was opened.

“Girls, we’re going to party!“, Keiras voice announced, before stopping herself. “Oh, seems like you already started.“

“Come back later.”, the Swiss woman told the midfielder in a casual tone as if the redhead couldn’t see the messy state, you two were in.

“See you girls.”, she muttered and closed the door again much to your own relief.

“Oh my god, that was embarrassing.”, you mumbled against the older player’s chest.

“Whatever. As if she cares.”, Ana shrugged.

“Right, Laura will distract her from what she just saw.”, you smirked while you thought about the happy couple.

“I’m sure.”, the blonde nodded.

“Thank god.”, you sighed, forever gratefully for the Austrian footballer.

“She came in at the worst time though. I was just getting into it.”, the older woman whispered into your ear, although you couldn’t see her face you could hear from her voice that she was smiling.

“Need a reminder where we stopped?”, you looked up to her, eyes sparkling.

“No. Come here.”, Ana shook her head, before continuing what she started, her touches even hungrier than before.

In between you put your hand on her body middle to stop her, asking the one question which was burning hot on your tongue:” Did you miss me in Madrid?”

“Of course. Every day.”, the Swiss player answered truthfully.

 “When why didn’t you say everything? You were multiple times in Barcelona.”, you pressed on.

“You know why.”, she responded quietly, while tucking in a loose string of the hair behind your ear.

“Because it would have made it worse.”, you replied.

“But it was worth to wait.”, Ana said winking, alluding to the fun you had only minutes earlier.

“You’re an idiot, you know that, right?”, you laughed at her playful mood.

“Maybe I’m.”, she admitted seriously.

“To be fair so am I.”, you confessed, remembering how the blonde was till able to make your legs go weak.

“Looks like we both are.”, the Swiss woman smiled sadly. There was a melancholy air surrounding your ex-lover and you which couldn’t be waved off.

“Yes, seems like it.”, you agreed.

“So.. want to continue making out or..?”, Ana quickly distracted you from the thoughts which tinted everything sepia coloured like it was a moment from the past, but actually everything what happened was in the present.

“No, let’s stop talking and continue kissing.”, you decided, while turning your words into actions. She gladly obliged to your decision.

In the morning you awoke to Alexia’s cheerful voice, of course your captain was already up:” Y/n, wake up, we got to go!”

Your heart sank when you turned your head to Ana whose eyes were still closed, her arms wrapped around you:” Ana? I’ve to leave.”

“Okay, Barca needs you, I understand that.”, she responded, although the older woman hasn’t let you go yet.

The light of the sun fell through the curtain and gave everything it touched a warm glow including her.

“You can sleep a little longer.”, you offered her heavy-hearted.

“No.“, Ana said. Her voice was still a little hoarse from the sleep but she sounded determined.

“No?“, you echoed.

Ana pulled you closer, whispering into your ear: “I’ll think that I only dreamed this.“

“But it was real.“, you replied, studying her face thoroughly.

With a sigh, she finally let go of you. “Visit me in Madrid.“

A slight smile tugged on your lips as you crawled out of bed: “I’ll. See you there.“

Ana watched you while you got dressed: “Hopefully soon.“

“Promise.“, you said before you grabbed your bag and were out the door.

You could feel her gaze linger on your back as you left.

Alexia was already waiting for you. You were unable to interpret the look on her face but she was eyeing you cautiously as though she was searching for a hint.

When you approached her, she only let out a breath: “You girls.“

You rolled your eyes: “Don’t say anything, Alexia.“

Your captain remained unimpressed by that. Instead, she shrugged with a smirk: “I have to.“

“Fine but quick.“, you gave in. All you wanted to do was go home to Barcelona and sort your thoughts.

Alexias smile grew wider: “You’re the same kind of idiots.“

“Rude.“, you said, more amused than offended.

“It’s true.“

“Maybe a bit… She asked me to visit her in Madrid.“, you admitted quietly.

Your teammate nodded slowly, seemingly unsurprised: “She means it. You two miss each other.“

“I hate that I love her…“

“You can hate it all you want but you need her.“, Alexia replied calmly.

“You’re right.“

You had to finally admit it, your captain knew you better than anyone else on the team. Maybe she was right. Maybe all the hatred and pain you had felt had been unnecessary. Maybe there was an easy solution to this ache you felt in your chest.

That was how you found yourself in Madrid on your next free day. Your heart thumped against your chest as you waited on Anas door step.

Finally, the door opened and her face appeared in the gap.

“Hi.“, you said softly.

A smile of pleasant surprise appeared on Anas lips. “Hi. Come in.“

[melanieph321]

will you make more robin fics or headcanons? 🩷

Ofc ❤️

Reader x Robin Le Normand - New Addition

Reader works for Alteltico Madrid medical staff, directing physical tests on the players. One of them being Robin Le Normand, the newest addition to the team.

Enjoy!

"Okay Y/N, we've got a couple of the U21 guys coming through to do their ECG's. I suggest you deal with them while we take on the players from the first team.

"Great." You muttered, as five years of studying physio therapy had all gone to waste in the name of male misogyny. Working for Atletico Madrid, arguably one of the biggest football clubs in Spain, was a dream come true. However, that dream was dimmed by the likes of your colleges, who only thought you were good for analyzing players ECG charts.

"Turn around." You said dully. "Now raise your arms."

"You mean show you my gun's." The young U21 player said, flexing the meat attached to his bony arms.

It was bad enough that you had to deal with teething football player's all day. It clearly boosted their already sky high confidence to stand half naked in front of a girl not too far off their own age.

"So what do you think?" Said the young player, stepping off the treadmill, putting his shirt back on.

"You're test results are fine. Pretty good actually."

"I told you I've been hitting the gym this summer."

You snorted unintentionally.

"What, you don't believe me?"

You pressed the boy's chart to your chest. "It doesn't matter what I believe Mr Garcia. All the team wants to assure is your fitnesses for the upcoming season."

"Well, am I?"

He looked so dumb, you thought. A sort of juvenile intelligence that came about young boys who spent most of their days running around a grass field with other mindless boys.

"Fit? Yes, that you are Mr Garcia. See you during our the next check up." A smile remained platsered on you face as he left the room. But once the door shut behind him you threw the young man's chart amongst the other's piling up on your desk.

"Ugh, I can't take it anymore more."

You slumped down against the nearest wall, your legs folding up beneath you. Jealousy, was the only right word to describe how you were feeling. You were jealous of your colleges, some of them fairly new at their jobs, just like you. Despite their incompetence, the team saw it more fitting that men should analyze men, leaving the boys to you. A woman.

"Hello, is anybody in here?"

There was light knock on your door. One that made you shoot up from the floor. You were met by a pair of glaring brown eyes. Belonging to a man whose height barley made him fit through your door.

"Are you...Y/N?" He said, invading your space by entering your office without your permission.

"Erm...yeah." Your hands were quick to dust off the dirt on your lab coat. "That's me, but who's asking?"

"Erm...I guess that would be me who's asking." He chuckled. "I'm Robin Le Normand. I'm new on the first team and was told to come to you for my ECG."

"Of course you were." You sighed, but made a gesture for the player to close the door behind him. He did so cautiously before stepping further into the room.

"I'm assuming that the first team wants a full body profile of you?"

"Yes. That's why they told me to come here. They've been running tests on me all morning." He said, sounding a bit exhausted.

"Well, prepare to do more running."

"Seriously?"

"Jupp." You pointed to the treadmill. "In order to track the electric signals of your heartbeat I'm gonna have you running to get your pulse up."

"Great." He sighed, but made his way over to the dreadmill located in the middle of the room. Several electro cords hung from the side of it.

"Should I just start running?" He asked.

You approched the treadmill and grabbed a bundle of the electro cords. "Yes. But first I've got to attach these to your skin."

"Oh, okay."

"Yeah, so just take of your clothes and I'll prepare some stickers."

You turned around in search for the stickers meant to attach to the players skin. However, the lack of movement behind you made you stop what you were doing and turn back around.

"Erm...is everything alright?"

Robin still stood beside the treadmill, a slight blossom to his cheeks. "You...you want me to undress?" He stammered.

"Yes. Your shirt and pants please."

"With all due respect," He coughed. "Wouldn't that be a bit uncomfortable."

"For who?" You frowned. "I can turn on the AC if it's the draft you're worried about?"

Robin shook his head, a sly smile on his lips. "I meant, wouldn't it be uncomfortable for you, if I took my clothes off?"

"Why, because you're a man and I'm a woman?" This was definitely a first. Non of the other players had hesitated to strip for a ECG. You dare say that some of the players seemed to look forward to the akward moment when your rubber gloved hands nipped at the twigs that they called chest hair. "I assure you Mr Le Normand, this will just be another day at work for me."

"It's Robin."

"Huh?"

His gaze diverged from yours. "Mr Le Normand is my dad. You can call me Robin."

"Well then, Robin. I'm gonna head out for a moment since it appears that we are out of stickers. Hopefully, that will give you all the privacy you need to get undressed."

He nodded. "Thank you."

It was odd, yet refreshing. A player with morals. It was easy to say that running Robin's ECG chart might have been the highlight of your career as a physio. Firstly, his profile was more than impressive. As a defeder, a lot was expected of you when it came to size and strength. For Robin to uphold a stamina similar to a left wing, really impressed you. Professionally, of course.

"There, all done." You said, removing the last sticker from Robin's bare chest, now slightly damped with sweat. To your suprise he was as hairless as an infant, his pecks large and defined.

"So...am I good to go?"

"Mhmm, sure. You can put your clothes back on now."

"Great" He chuckled. However, kept his eyes on you as he did. "Is this what you do all day, run players ECG'S charts?"

"Unfortunately, yes." You grabbed a spraybottle of sterilizer to hose down the treadmill with.

"Does some of the players ever give you a hard time about it?"

"I wouldn't say the players do. It's more so my colleagues. But you know..."

Robin stared at you blankly, a slight twitch to his brow.

You paused what you were doing, the spray bottle in your hand. "Why are you asking?"

Your words made him come out of it. His temporary trans. "Oh, I was just wondering." He ran a hand through his damped hair. "My sister was supposed to become a physio. I guess that's similar to what you do, no?"

"Physiotherapy? Yes. Yes it is."

Robin nodded, a disturbed look on his face. "She quit, though." He draped his Atletico Madrid t-shirt back over his head. The sweat on his body made the shirt glue to his skin. "She quit her studies because some of her male classmates were giving her a hard time during training. Making her feel uncomfortable, you know."

You nodded. Knowing very well of the terrible experience that a lot of women in a male dominated field had to go through. "I'm sorry that happened to her."

Robin pinched the bridge of his nose, appearing done with the conversation. Done with you really. However, as he stumbled towards the door, clearly exhausted from his morning full of testing, he stopped in the frame and regarded you sincerely. "If there's ever anyone giving you a hard time, I swear I'll help you deal with them."

You shoulders withered, the spraybottle pressed tightly in your hand. "Thank you Robin. I appreciate you for saying that."

"I mean it." He nodded. "Even the slightest joke thrown your way, I'll make sure that person never even tries to look your way again."

A shiver ran down your spine. It was either of terror or you were just tremendously turned on.

"I'll see you later, Y/N." Robin shut the door behind, with the same caution as the last time.

"See you." You squealed and confidentiality astablished that you were indeed tremendously turned on.

[gadriezmannsgirl]

May i request,where in reader and grizi are laying in bed just talking about your day and just adoring each other! Idk I just had a really soft spot for him rn ! Anywho thank you so much for your writing! I hope you have a wonderful day💙

Grizi fic because it's his birthday! Can you believe that gorgeous man is 33 now? I can't, he's just a baby

Lovers -A.G7

Summary: You're each other's safe space

You rolled into your bedroom, laying yourself into the door sighing and kicking off your shoes.

"Bonjour, princesse" (Hello, princess) You heard his voice and inmediately smiled before lifting your gaze, his deep blue eyes made you feel safe and his smile took off the weight of the day away.

"Hola" You said softly with a tired smile on "How's your day?"

"Pretty boring" He smiled "What about yours?"

"Long" You said inmediately "Very, very long" You sighed closing your eyes "I'm so tired all I want to do is sleep" You let yourself go face down on your bed "and not move from the bed at all for at least three days straight" You heard his sweet laugh

"You gotta go and shower, amor"

"Are you telling me that I stink?" You looked up to him and saw how his lips were pushed upwards and looked to another side "I'm not!"

"You're" He said

"You're lying, Antoine Griezmann" His facade fell quickly as laughter came over him

"I can shower with you if you want"

"Your hair is wet"

"I can still take another shower" You hum with a smile on, you pushed yourself up and crawled on the bed to be face to face with him

"Only shower?"

"Well... I can think about something else too"

"Save that for later, campeón. I'm tired right now"

"You pervert, I was talking about a massage!" You laugh kissing his lips and going straight to the bathroom "You dirty minded"

You took off your shirt and throwed it at him "Shut up and come to take a shower with me"

Antoine got up really fast and ran towards the bathroom making you laugh "You're a 33 year old man but you still act as if you were 16"

"That's the spirit!"

Once you were inside the bathroom, he truly saw how tired you were and took care of you without thinking twice, he washed your hair, your body, he talked to you trying to get your head off from work and after that he helped you with your after shower routine, the creams on your body, doing your hair for you in a nice braid, dressing you in your pijama's which consisted in one of his shirts and panties.

"Thank you, Anto" You kiss his cheek

"No need to thank me, princesse" He smiled "I'm glad I can help you whenever you're having a bad day" You smile softly

"It wasn't a bad day" You confess "It was just a really tiring and long day, I had to run around everywhere, the guys were making simple mistakes, the documents I was waiting for to sign weren't even done, two meetings got pushed back because one of them is sick... It was crazy" You whispered shaking your head "What about you? How was training?"

"Koke keeps calling me Toni Pepperoni"

"You let him"

"He heard you" You laugh softly "But overall was good, tiring and hard like always but there were always laughter"

"Sometimes I wish I can switch offices with you" He laughed

"You wouldn't want that"

"No, I wouldn't" You agree "I run five minutes and I'm already passing out, imagine having to run from one side of a field to the other for +90 minutes. I'll be dead" You both laugh "And the work sessions you do, shut your mouth don't get me started on that" You shake your head "It's truly amazing what you do, love"

"Your work is amazing too. Without you the company wouldn't know how to work"

"That's called being a bossy bitch" He laughs

"You're bossy, yes. But not a bitch"

"I can be sometimes"

"0 out 11 times"

"But I still am" You winked as he laughs once again. You enjoy that sound and the smile that covers his handsome face.

"Definitely, Morata's afraid of you"

"He should be. I didn't let my shoe go out after kicking that ball for no reason"

"That day was so amazing" His giggles made you giggle as well, you keep on talking about your days and about random things that went to your mind at that moment, when he suddenly asked "Baby, how does a date night sound?"

"Do we have to go out?"

"You know we don't"

"Then it's perfect"

"You set up the movie and I'll bring something to eat"

"Can I cuddle you?"

"Do you even have to ask? Of course you will" He scoffs "Do you want Chip Ahoy's and Pringles's?" You opened your mouth but he beat you to it "Of course you will"

"Mira tu-!" (Look, you little-!) You grabbed his pillow and went to throw it at him but he passed through the door "You're lucky I'm in love with you!"

"You're the lucky one, señora!" (Old lady)

"You're definitely not coming out alive out of this one, Griezmann!" You ran out after him, you heard his laugh already on the kitchen as you made your way downstairs. He was going to get it.

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Taglist: @gaviymarcsbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld @http-isabela

[digitaldiarystuff]

Latin Grammys

note: ok so before we start since you don’t give me ideas 🥺 i’ll ask myself who would you want me to write for ferran, fermin, ruben or mason or do you just prefer the same players i write for

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summary: you were in a sweet relationship with Joao for almost a year but given you’re a popular singer and he’s a world famous footballer you decided to keep it a secret. You were nominated for an award and wanted nothing more than taking your boyfriend with you

pairing: - Y/N

genre: angst/ fluff

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“You won’t believe it!” you exclaimed as you entered your boyfriend Joao’s house jumping up and down.

He was laid down on the couch scrolling on tiktok as soon as he saw you his face lit up.

“I got a nomination” you ran to hip and Joao picked you up spinning you around.

“I knew you’d be.” he kissed you sweetly and you giggled together. You were nominated for Best New Artis award and couldn’t be happier. Since last year your time and mind was all on your music, you poured your heart and soul into every single line and it was finally paying off.

“I think this calls for a celebration.” Joao sweetly said as he went into kitchen to grab an expensive bottle of wine and 2 glasses. You nervously waited for him as he was telling how proud he was.

“Actually, I was hoping for a celebration on the day of the award show.” you said fidgeting with your fingers. You had been pretty private about your relationship so far, Joao had some bad experience with his past relationship and you were afraid of the backlash but even it means you’ll get hate for it you wanted him next to you as you found out if you’ve won or not.

“After the ceremony? I like where your head’s at.” he smirked clearly thinking about a more sexual celebration.

“No no, I mean I was kind of hoping maybe you wanted to go with me. Be my plus one you know for the night.”

You noticed his smile falter which made yours to disappear. You knew he wasn’t entirely comfortable with the idea but figured he’d want to support you that night because it was the biggest night of your career. You always went to his games, with glasses and caps not to be recognized sure but you did your best to support him.

“I… I don’t know I mean it��s like launching our relationship to everyone.”

Your heart broke more after his every word, after 10 months you hoped he was ready to show you off but it felt like he wasn’t comfortable enough in your relationship.

“Don’t worry it’s alright. It was a stupid idea anyway” you said and tried to put on a smile.

He was too distraught to even notice how fake your smile was.

After a glass of wine you made up an excuse to get out of his house, normally you’d stay over no doubt but tonight you wanted to be alone. Was he ashamed of you or was it because his past relationship affected his life so much you didn’t know. All you knew was your boyfriend not wanting to be by your side for your big night.

It was three weeks after your initial conversation about the event and Joao didn’t even say a word about it. You obviously didn’t, either. It seemed like you let it go but in the back of your mind, intrusive thoughts were eating you alive. Also, you really needed someone to be by your side that night and that’s when your agent suggested your producer, Alex. Your agent knew about your relationship and asked one day if you were bringing Joao, you shook your head not wanting to get into it so she took it upon herself to find you a date for it. Alex was her best suggestion since you were already friends and he helped you get on the right track since the beginning. You unwillingly accepted but didn’t say a word to Joao. You figured he wouldn’t care, boy were you wrong.

Joao went into your apartment the day before the event, hoping to have a talk and make sure you understood him but as he walked in with his spare key, he found the invitations sitting on the console at the entrance. He smiled to himself as the proud boyfriend that he is until he read the names under it. He could’ve had a heart attack then and there, he’ve met Alex but was only a handful of times and he always seemed too touchy with you but Joao tried his best not to come across possessive. He always noticed when Alex spoke so highly of you, how his eyes wandered around your cleavage and his hand placed on the small of your back.

When you walked in you noticed Joao’s shoes and realized he must be in the living area just passing time but actually he was pacing back and forth around the room nonstop. When you laid eyes on his distressed figure you were shocked.

“Joao, what’s wrong?” you asked fully expecting his answer to be training related.

“What’s going on is that my girlfriend has a date with his producer tomorrow night.” he said finally stopping. He didn’t mean to be so sassy but his insecurities got the best of him, you knew he had some trust issues but you both agreed to talk it out before spiraling.

“What are you talking about?” you asked but then he waved the invitation in his hands and you realized you still haven’t told him about taking Alex.

“Yes, that’s what happens when your boyfriend doesn’t want to support you.” you clapped back. You normally wouldn’t be this short with him in this state but he was being unreasonable.

“So what, you decide to take the person who’s been trying so hard to get into your pants instead of?”

“Joao you know Alex’s a friend.”

“Yes, a friend who’s secretly hoping to fuck you!” he yelled and you decided he was not even worth your explanation right now. You told him how you didn’t feel his trust and support while he went on about this detail he was fixating on.

“You know what, I think we should just take a moment to think. I have a long day ahead of me and would prefer to have a good night’s sleep.” you said and went in your room slamming the door.

You tried to understand him, you really did but it all came down to one thing: he didn’t see this relationship going forward. He didn’t want to be seen with you, he thought you’d fuck someone else if you ever hang out with them and this couldn’t be more far away from the truth. You took this relationship seriously from the jump, you loved Joao and would never glance at someone else but if he doesn’t want to believe it, there’s nothing you could do.

You fell asleep soon after, all the exhaustion and stress weighing you down. When you woke up the next morning, you heard some noises coming from the kitchen which at first freaked you out but then you thought maybe Joao spent the night. This made you even angrier because he couldn’t expect to argue with you today, he has to understand this event means so much for you.

You went in the en-suite to freshen up and opened your door storming into the kitchen fully expecting to see a distressed Joao making coffee but he’s actually in there with a bouquet of your favorite flowers putting them in a vase he found at your cabinet. He was wearing different clothes and seemed better than yesterday so you figured he came in early in the morning.

“Good morning.” he shyly smiled showing you the flowers “I got these for you.”

“They’re lovely, thank you.” you answered and he could sense the tension in your tone. As you went to sit on the bar stool next to your table you noticed a clothing bag with a suit inside sitting on it.

“What’s this?”

“Oh they’re all my best suits. I realized I didn’t even know what you’re wearing so I brought them all hoping we could decide together.”

“What?” you asked confused.

“I would like to be your plus one tonight, if you still want me.” he said and averted his gaze afraid you’ll say no. You looked up at him.

“Is this just because you’re jealous?” you asked

“It did play a factor for the decision yes, but the main reason is that I’m a selfish prick who doesn’t even show his love nearly enough to his best new artist girlfriend.” he said while scratching his neck looking down.

“I’m sorry for not being there for you, I’m sorry for not showing you how much I appreciate you and hundred percent support you. I love you so much and I’m sorry I let my insecurities get in the way of that. So about the invitation, is it still standing or should I just wallow in my misery all night?”

“Joao Felix, there will never be a time I wouldn’t choose you. You’re stuck with me forever.” you smiled wrapping your arms around his torso and he let go of a breath he didn’t realize he was holding hugging you back.

[777bae]

── Lazy mornings

PAIRING��� Joao Felix x fem!reader | Genre… fluff | WC… 0.2k

Soft groans escaped your lips as the booming sounds of the alarm filled your ears. You soon felt movement next to you as a wind of cold air tickled you back. Turning over, you could no longer feel the presence of your beloved next to you, causing you to pout lightly, already missing the comfort.

You quickly grasped onto his hand, your eyes still remaining shut as your mouth worked faster than your brain, causing you to practically whisper.

“Stay with me.”

You heard a chuckle follow before feeling a dip in the mattress begin to form, him sitting back down whilst gently patting your head.

“I need to go to training, meu amor.” He responds as you just lightly shake your head.

“I don’t want you to go.” You mumble as his patting continues.

“I have to go, darling.” You could practically hear the frown as he spoke, basically telling you he also wanted to stay in bed longer.

“Just a little longer.” You suggest before grabbing onto his hand and gently pulling him closer to you.

“Fine, only a few minutes.” He smiles softly, slowly moving back into his original position, this time placing his arm around your waist as you responded by snuggling into his chest.

This continued on for longer than ‘only a few minutes’ with neither of you wanting to move and needless to say, he wasn’t on time to training that day.

[skipper1331]

Long Distance // Laia Aleixandri

a/n: based off this request. Enjoy!

"Hola Laia!" your mother greeted your girlfriend as she took a step aside to let her in. "Hola, i‘m here to pick up y/n" the defender told your mother while she played with the few flowers she had for you in her hands. "I think she‘s in her room" your mom smiled, pointing to the stairs.

Laia nodded, knowing the way to your room. She had been to your house often enough, she could walk all the way to your room in her sleep. "What are you doing?" your mother asked out of curiosity. It wasn’t a secret that the two of you were a couple, your mom knew how in love you were with one another "I‘m taking her out on date" the young Barcelona player stated proudly. "Bring her back home at 10, then"

The young spaniard smiled at your mother before she went upstairs to your room. Opening the door she expected to see you sitting at your desk and not in bed sleeping peacefully. Your hair was spread on the pillow, the blanket over you, soft snores coming out of your mouth. Laia smiled lovingly at you, walking over to your desk to put the flowers down. There was no way, she would wake you up. Instead she took of her shoes and walked to her side of the bed.

Well the side she would sleep on If you had a sleepover.

Slowly, she made her way under the blanket, making sure not to wake you up as she looped her arms around you. You stiffened a little, wiggling around before finding a comfortable position which was laying on Laia‘s chest, hugging the flamingo stuffed animal.

The flamingo was a gift from your girlfriend, she saw how you looked at it as you walked through the city and she couldn‘t resist to buy it for you the next day. She would do anything to see your gorgeous smile.

And before she knew it she was asleep herself.

"Girls? Laia? Y/n?" your mom said as she peeked inside your room, your dad behind her. "Here‘s your answer why they haven‘t come down" your dad said as your mom laughed quietly, snapping a picture of the two of you. Your dad placed his hand on his wifes back as he guided her out of your room. "They‘re gonna get married one day, don’t you think?" your mom asked, having the feeling Laia was the one for you.

"We‘ll see. What if someone decides to play at a different club? They‘re young"

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Thoughout your careers the both of you had never been seperated, playing together at Barcelonas youth team and together at Atlético Madrid but that was about to change. Laia wanted something different, she wanted to play outside of the spanish league. The defender was packing her stuff, the transfer to City confirmed. Your apartment looked empty without her stuff, sure some of her hoodies were still there but the rest was missing, she would be missing. You often thought about the conversations you had with Laia about the City offer, thinking what effect it would have on your long-term relationship. The two of you had never played at different clubs, let alone in a different country but you loved Laia and supported her in every decision, If that‘s what made her happy.

"Will you break up with me when you leave?" you asked one evening, feeling insecure about yourself and your relationship. "What? Why would you ask something like that?" Laia was immediately by your side, squatting down as she rested her hands on your thighs, yourself sitting on the edge of the bed, your hands playing with the flamingo which she got you all those years ago. "Hm?" she asked again, her thumb and index finger hooking under your chin "I don‘t know, you‘re far away and there‘ll be gorgeous girls and maybe you want something different, someone else" tears streamded down you face, it had been bothering you for a long time, thinking that she would end your love story. Her thumb tried to wipe away the tears but they were too much, you were crying uncontrollably. Her arms wrapped around your body, letting you cry in to her shoulder as she pulled you down to sit on her lap. "I would never break up with you, okay?! I love you" she whispered in your ear "I‘ve loved you since we‘re kids. You‘re the one for me. You‘re the only girl I’ll ever look at, my gorgeous girl."

You had to hear this, you had to hear that Laia would never break your heart. Even though she'll play in Manchester, that didn‘t mean she'll forget you, she'll miss you more than anything.

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Since Laia was in City she was happier, happier in her career, happy to have a challenge yet it was hard. Sometimes she cried herself to sleep because you weren‘t there and because face time was not the way she wanted to see you. She wanted to see you in front of her, in bed at night, in her arms at day. She missed you. The good thing was though that you had similar schedules. They didn't match always, but still allowed you to spend a lot of time with each other, even if it's just over the phone. "Mi amor, how was your day? the spaniard asked as she entered her car, about to head home "I miss you" she added.

"I miss you too" and then you told her about your day, you told her what you did, what you had for lunch, everything. The same she did after you finished your story. (She was already at home when she started hers.)

"Are you exicted for tomorrows game?" you asked, sitting at your table with a packed bag behind you.

"Yeah! It‘s derby day, of course I am"

What she didn‘t know was that you‘d be there. You had an off day and decided that you would suprise Laia, not having seen her in 3 months. Leila helped you, her friend being miserable without you. She would pick you up at the airport and drive to the stadium, she had to be there herself anyways, why don‘t bring you with her. The plan was simple yet fantastic.

"Hola guapa" Leila greeted you, giving you a hug. "How are you, my friend?" you asked the defender, starting the smalltalk.

The drive to the stadium was filled with your chattering. You knew Leila for quite some time, she‘d always been like a big sister to you.

"Nervous?"

"So much. What if she doesn‘t want me here?"

"Chica, that girl literally sits 5 minutes in the changing room looking at a picture of you for 'good luck' she‘ll love that you‘re here" you looked at the older spaniard, smiling.

"Thank you.. for doing this" you pressed a peck to her cheek, showing your gratitude.

The stadium was full, red and blue jerseys everywhere, yourself wearing a City shirt with the name 'Aleixandri' across your back, sitting in the family and friends section. It was the first time you would see a game of her live, usually you always had to search forever until you found someone who broadcasted the games from the WSL and sometimes you had to wait till Laia told you about them.

The game ended in a 1-1 draw. The teams shook their opponents hand before walking around, interacting with the fans. You stood there, watching Laia with a loving smile, she looked stunning with that City shirt. Leila was by her side, whispering something in her ear. In less than a second, her gaze fell on the family and friends section. Her eyes scanned the stands, stopping at your figure. Not believing what she just saw she rubbed her eyes but it was true, you were standing in the stands. You gave her a little wave, smiling at her. Then she ran. She ran for her dear life. She jumped over the barriers, crashing in to you. "Mi amor," her hands cupped your cheeks, smiling widely as your fingers played with the hem of her jersey "why are you here? You need to be in Madrid" her fingers stroked over your whole face just to be sure that she‘s really touching you "I‘m here to support my girlfriend" you giggled, your heart ever so happy. "Te amo, te amo mucho" her lips rapidly kissed yours, feeling so happy.

"How long will you stay?"

"Till tomorrow afternoon"

"Good. I‘ll have you all to myself then" the defender replied, kissing your lips again and again.

After some minutes the spaniard walked back to the changing room, promising you to meet you at Leilas car.

Finally, she felt at peace.

It‘s safe to say, even though you don’t live in the same country anymore (for now) your love will always be stronger than distance.

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[redhairedwolfwitch]

On The Pitch With Her Goalie - Clàudia Pina x Reader

A/n: the next part of the Score A Goalie universe... yes it's a universe... enjoy!

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The remaining five league matches were your last five possible chances to show everyone what you could do in goal whilst at Barcelona. 

You were still waiting on a reply from Lola, but you shoved it all down, knowing that she and Atleti were in Seville for the away game against Real Betis. Ending in a draw due to a penalty from Lola’s yellow card offense. A draw that had ended Atleti’s UWCL qualification chances. You knew she would be blaming herself, so your messages were left unanswered.

Cata was selected to start against Sporting Huelva, but you were the goalkeeper on the bench, getting the opportunity to warm up with her before sitting down next to Patri, who greeted you with a raised eyebrow.

“Did you have a nightmare last night or something?”

“Kinda.” You shrugged off her question, but you knew she’d heard you yell out into the darkness for Lola.

“Shush, don’t distract me, Clàudia is captain.” You shushed Patri, who had no shame smiling and laughing at your demeanour.

“Probably why you didn’t start, you have heart eyes every time Pina is in your view.” Patri didn’t see the look on your face after she said that, or how you faltered, staring at the ground for a moment before returning to watch the game in silence.

Sitting forwards in your seat, your elbows rested on your knees as you watched the game intently. You clapped when Laia got her first goal of the season, the only goal as half-time arrived and you were grimacing at the choice of songs they were playing in the stadium. The second goal for Barcelona came from a defender too, this time Jana scoring as the bench and crowd erupted in cheers.

You couldn’t help but grin at how energised the crowd became when Alexia went to warm up, not even noticing how Patri had stood up from next to you to warm up because Alexia had removed her orange bib, making you realise it was getting close to being time.

Time for the return of Alexia Putellas.

You grinned as Clàudia sat down next to you, quickly kissing her cheek because you knew nobody would be watching the bench. Everyone would be watching captain Alexia Putellas return to the pitch after ten months.

Emma and Ingrid eventually joined you and Clàudia on the bench, your leg bouncing up and down as you watched the game, Clàudia’s hand resting on your thigh to try stop the jiggling as she watched the game too.

The weather caught your attention as a drop of water hit your knee, glancing up during stoppage time to see the incoming downpour.

“The skies cry in celebration.” You whispered, hearing Clàudia chuckle from besides you at your poeticness.

Running onto the pitch at the end of the match, hand in hand with your fiancee, the two of you joined the chaotic celebrations of the Barcelona team. With this victory, Barcelona had enough points to win the league, the rain not dampening anyone’s spirits.

Clàudia looked away from you for a moment to hug Alexia, turning around to spot you hanging from the crossbar of the goal.

“Do not climb that in the rain!” Clàudia joked as she ran over, pausing as she recognised where you were stood as you jumped down.

“Te amo.”

“Yo también te amo.” the two of you ended up running after the rest of the squad as they made their rounds around the field. Clàudia wrapping a Barcelona flag around her waist and then a Barcelona scarf around your neck as Fifth Harmony blasted through the stadium.

The rain was coming down heavily but everyone continued to celebrate, “I wish I could kiss you right now.” you confessed to your fiancee, who smiled knowingly at you in response. She felt the same way, the rain coming down, on the pitch where the two of you first properly met.

“I still feel like a traffic cone in this orange!” You pointed out as Alexia went to get the league trophy, the entire team gathering for photos, including you this time. Barcelona Liga Campeonas 2023.

Marta and Alexia lifted the trophy as everyone cheered, your ears ringing from the excitement in the stadium and your face ached from smiling so much.

“Wait, come here!” you laughed, pulling down the back of Clàudia’s Liga Campeonas 2023 shirt that had rolled up as she pulled it on, on top of her jersey. Fabric hit the side of your head, one of the Campeonas shirts crumpled up on your shoulder as you turned to look at Mapi in confusion.

“You get one too!”

“Me?” Your face crumbled up in confusion at the idea, even when each of the squad staff had a shirt too, holding the shirt in your hands as Alexia being given a microphone.

“Are you crying?”

“It’s the rain.” You bluffed, making Caro raise an eyebrow but you shook your head, wiping at your face hurriedly. The rain had simmered down a while ago, making your excuse bogus but Caro didn’t call you out on it, instead pulling you into a side hug as you all walked around the pitch, Clàudia far ahead in front with Alexia and the league trophy.

“This team is magical.”

///

“What are you watching?” Patri enquired, finding you sat on the couch watching the television intensively.

“Second leg semi, Arsenal versus Wolfsburg. Sold out Emirates.” You explained, running your left hand over your face for a moment, but that moment caught Patri’s attention.

“In German- Ey! You’re wearing it! Pina finally gave it to you!”

“Yes, Patri. My fiancee finally gave the ring she picked out to me, after I got hers in New York last year.” You deadpanned, brushing off Patri pointing out you were listening to German commentary, and struggling. Most of your memory of the German language was gone, whilst Dutch had been kept alive through Merel’s lessons. Spanish and English remained your most fluent in that moment in time.

“Fiancee? I- You and Pina are engaged? ENGAGED?”

“What is this game?” You exclaimed as VAR was put into use for the second time since the game started less than fifteen minutes ago.

“What did you think the ring was for?” Clàudia teased as she walked in, wearing her ring. You blanked out the commentary of the match, listening to Clàudia and Patri talking in Spanish about the rings and how you two had gone from promising each other to biting the bullet and going for a full on engagement.

“Wolfsburg final!” You shouted loudly as the match came to an end in extra time, feeling bad for the Arsenal players but you knew the final in Eindhoven would be magical with this Barcelona team.

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The away game against Real Sociedad had you sitting on the bench with Cata, your mind getting the best of you as you began to doubt everything. Atleti had finally rotated Lola onto the bench to play Paula, with Carmen as captain but they had lost 1-0 against Levante Las Planas. A glance over the squad list left your eyes widening as you realised a slight issue. Atleti only had three forwards listed. Three yellow cards for Atleti and three yellows for Levante Las Planas later, and you were doubting more than just your own skills as a goalkeeper. You were doubting whether you would grow from going back to Atleti.

“¿En qué estás pensando?” Cata enquired, wondering what you were thinking, but the hiss you made as the Real Sociedad goalie saved the shot created from Barcelona’s corner.

“Demasiado.” Too much. You hummed as you watched Mariona get a yellow card, before zoning out. Clàudia and a chunk of the Barcelona squad were resting instead of playing this match.

“Demasiado?” Cata frowned, but you shook your head, remaining silent until Patri scored the first goal of the match, which you clapped and cheered at, before you were clapping and cheering again as Asisat scored four minutes later. Four minutes later, you were clapping again, this time Aitana scoring. Three minutes later, Caro headed the ball in, taking the score up to 4-0 before it was 35 minutes in.

The clean sheet didn’t last much longer though, as Real Sociedad’s Jensen scored in the 38th minute, taking it to 4-1.

Post half-time break, Caro sent the score up to 5-1 after Real Sociedad made three substitutions but mentally you had checked out of the game, drafting up a conversation in your head to have with your management.

An own goal from Patri sent the score up to 5-2, with substitutions on both sides including the likes of Alexia, Vicky and Bruna for Barcelona left you and Cata quietly talking about goalkeeping techniques until the game was over. Barcelona had won 5-2.

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The rescheduled away game against Sevilla had a shuffled squad list, with the plan for Gemma to start going out the window as she was injured during the warm-up. With Sandra back in Barcelona with the others who were being rested, this match was yours, plus Paredes with the captain’s armband.

Sevilla were fumbling their own chances without the requirement of you getting in the way of their attempts of goal, whilst Barcelona’s attempts at goal were fruitless in the first 15 minutes as well. The wind remained almost booming in your ears as debris was blown around the pitch in the flurry.

“I felt like I was going to blow away in the wind.” You confessed later on when you returned home from Sevilla, home to your lover.

Sevilla’s attempt at the 26th minute went directly into your gloves, the ball heading back up the other end of the pitch but Geyse’s goal attempt went wide. Eventually at the 30th minute, the thirty degree celsius heat had both teams going for a cooling break.

You shrugged at Paredes as she glanced at you, a Sevilla player having gone down in the box that Paredes was dealing with, but no penalty was given, or yellow card. You weren’t even sure Paredes had clipped her, but you were in no mood to deal with the ref.

Halftime and it was 0-0.

Spotting the incoming cross, you didn’t slide forwards to try to stop the ball or the player incoming with it, instead shuffling back to slam your body onto the ball, barely stopping Sevilla’s goal attempt, something that Sandra or Gemma may have failed to do.

You let out a breath as you spotted the three Barcelona substitutions lining up, Alexia, Asisat and Mapi entering the game at the 65th minute.

A cooling break at the 75th minute left you able to sip your drink, listening to tactics and how it was almost 1-0 to Sevilla. But it wasn’t, thanks to you.

“Thank fuck.” You murmured as Ana managed to get the ball into the goal in the 80th minute, watching intently from your goal as the Sevilla goalkeeper was a lot busier than you were, until the last minute of stoppage time, but Sevilla’s shot went wide.

The full time whistle was eventually blown, a 1-0 win to Barcelona. Deep down, in another universe you knew the game would have ended 1-1, but you bite your tongue, making a beeline for the Sevilla goalie instead.

///

“Hey, which photo do I post for Medina’s birthday? Wait this one has the rings in it… better not upstage anything with an accidental engagement announcement…” you trailed off, removing the photo that could reveal the engagement too early.

Technically speaking, Barcelona were in the dark about the engagement but Patri. You weren’t entirely sure how, since you knew Alexia suspected something, but the two of you kept it to families. So Clàudia’s family knew, and your family did. Your little Atleti family. Lola, Carmen and Andrea, even though you joked you were a child of divorce through Lola and Carmen, resulting in Lola almost picking you up like a baby, but you hid behind Andrea.

“Don’t hide behind your baby sister.”

“Don’t be rude to your firstborn.” You retorted, sticking your tongue out at Lola who raised an eyebrow at you in challenge.

“Our firstborn who ran away to Barcelona and got engaged?” Carmen joked, pulling you into her side as you tensed up, pouting.

“I didn’t run, I got a flight… and I didn’t want to leave.” 

Shaking off the memory, you picked out the Atleti family photo you wanted, a group photo where Lola had Andrea in a hug/headlock, whilst Carmen had you on her back in a piggy back, nobody aware of how you had stuck two fingers up in the air behind Lola’s head but the photo had been taken mid-laughter for the birthday girl.

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Ten changes had been made from the starting XI of last match against Sevilla, with your remaining the only player who played both matches, starting against Athletic Club at home, the Estadi.

Your fiancee still wasn’t 100% after her injury, so she was in the stands with Lucy and Rolfö, and you think you saw Gemma up there too. Atleti were playing against Villareal at the same time this game was kicking off, the ball coming back to you quickly, and you had to be quicker to get it away as you spotted the red and white Athletic Club jersey clad player running right at you.

Even without their captain on the pitch due to an injury in a clash against Asisat, Athletic Club were fierce but Barcelona were better. But Athletic Club’s captain was down again, forcing the club to substitute her off.

The results of Athletic’s free kick went straight into your gloves, allowing you to send the ball back in, watching as it headed back up the pitch for another goal attempt to go wide.

The ball at your feet at the 37th minute, you sent the ball back in, glancing at Engen across the pitch who had gone down moments before.

“Fuck!” You grunted, jumping up to punch the incoming ball away from the free kick, but the corner for Athletic Club was fruitless.

Marta’s incoming ball made you grimace, sending the ball away to almost hit an Athletic Club player in the head, letting out a breath as it ended up away from both, and the halftime whistle was blown.

0-0 at halftime, whilst Atleti were down 1-0 to Villareal.

Barcelona were stacking corners as you watched from your goal, but it took an hour for Barcelona to score, Caro striking the ball into the corner of the goal to take it to 1-0.

Letting out a breath, you observed as Laia went off for Irene, Ingrid off for Keira and Nuria off for Ana in the 63rd and 64th minutes. A header from Irene doubled Barcelona’s lead moments after the previous goal attempt was too unclear, no aerial camera to check if it had passed the line. Making the score 2-0.

The Estadi lit up with cheers as Alexia and Mariona were subbed on for Patri and Aitana, but you didn’t acknowledge it, instead swiping the incoming ball up into your arms easily.

A long ranged shot at your goal went flying over, you watching as it went wide, retrieving a ball for a goal kick.

The last touch of the match was Salma’s goal, the game ending 3-0 and the final game at the Estadi Johan Cruyff before the UWCL final in Eindhoven was done.

“Atleti finished 1-1.” Gemma informed you as she and the other injured players who had watched from the stands, including your fiancee who made her way over to hug you, but you could see the sadness in her eyes as you removed your gloves and tucked them into the waistband of your shorts.

“What’s wrong, mi amor?” Your thumb stroking her cheek, completely ignoring how the Estadi was full of fans who could see.

“I wish I was playing on the pitch with you, before you have to go back to Atleti.” 

“Atleti will probably loan me somewhere else next season… I don’t want to leave you, I want to marry you, and be by your side.” You confessed, your voice quieting but she heard, pulling you into a hug where she could discreetly press a kiss to your neck.

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“Vamos! Vamos!” Patri’s shouting made you want to hurry up the call, but you felt like Atleti were dragging you around in circles. It went from an update about your training and performance in the latest Barcelona matches, but as soon as next season was brought up, you got no definitive answer.

“Am I really that bad? Is that why they won’t play me? Yet they keep my hands tied with my contract- please… I can’t sit on the bench for a whole season, not again.” Your voice broke as you hung up the phone with your manager, moving from sitting at the edge of the bottom of the bed to the floor with your back against it.

“Mi amor? We have to go for the parade.” Clàudia walked over, her feet perpendicular to yours as you pulled your knees to your chest.

“You two should go, I don’t even think I’m supposed to be there-”

“Come with me.”

“That’s what she said.” You whispered, wiping away a stray tear as Clàudia passed you the campeonas shirt you were given at the Sporting Huelva game.

“This is yours-”

“Fiancees share clothes too.” Clàudia replied, smirking as she revealed she was wearing her engagement ring.

“We’re telling the Barça squad today? What are the odds that none of them even notice our engagement rings in all the chaos?” You raised your eyebrows, noticing how Clàudia’s fingers trailed up your arms before she met your eyes.

“Te amo, bebé.”

“Yo también te amo. Siempre.”

///

The excitement of the crowds of Barcelona fans for the parade dedicated to both teams immediately washed away the horrid feelings you had felt after your phone call. Staring out over the crowd with your hands on the rails, you tensed up as an arm pulled you into a hug, before realising it was Sandra as she grinned at you.

“Hola!” You grinned back, chatting to one of your goalkeeper mentors now in your career, not seeing how Clàudia was being teased by Patri for something, or how the approaching Barcelona captain had spotted a particular piece of jewellery on Clàudia’s left hand.

“I knew it.” Alexia smirked, pulling Clàudia into a hug and kissing the younger player’s head with pride, “pancake flipping accident… you two thought you were subtle, trying to keep it quiet!”

“They are not quiet at home!” Patri added, making Clàudia’s ears burn, but she laughed, shoving off Patri’s teasing as she looked over at you, in a deep conversation with Sandra and Ana before Irene was involved too. Your arms were folded in a way that hid your hands, meaning your ring hadn’t been seen yet.

Only Clàudia’s ring, which you obtained in New York, had been spotted at that moment.

It was only when you went to adjust the bucket hat all but shoved on your head that your ring caught some people’s eyes.

“Wait a minute-”

“What? No! Who- who proposed to who?” Sandra looked between you and Clàudia, who was trapped in a hug with Alexia who started to bring the younger girl over.

“Nobody asked for my permission!”

“Technically the ring was a promise ring but I let Clàudia choose-”

“We are engaged! No more questions, I want to dance with my fiancee!” Clàudia replied, taking your hand and guiding you away from the chaotic older Barcelona players, the two of you dancing on the rooftop of the bus without a care in the world.

“They grew up so fast.” Sandra smiled, wiping away a tear as Alexia hummed and nodded, remembering the days when you were hiding behind Lola, Carmen and Vir, whilst Clàudia was hiding behind Jenni and herself, before the parade took over everyone’s thoughts, long into the night after it had ended.

///

Virginia ringing you the day after the parade wasn’t something you expected, but you didn’t expect her to break the news she was leaving Atleti after the final match of the season, against Granadilla Tenerife.

“They were fools not to give you any minutes.” You murmured, an anger in your voice that Virginia recognised. The two of you had experienced the troubles first hand of not getting next to any minutes for an entire season.

“What will you do?” Virginia enquired, but you shook your head, not realising she couldn’t see you do that over the phone, leaving you to explain.

“I raised hell, my manager knows Atleti and Barcelona have played with my self-esteem so much. I want to be the first choice goalie. The only person who puts me first is my fiancee. Atleti won’t swap out Lola, and Barcelona have Sandra, Cata and Gemma. Atleti have me on contract for another year but I’m going on loan to get minutes. My management is specifically arranging something apparently. Guess I’m doing a lot of travelling next season… I’m not sure how we’re supposed to plan a wedding if I’m in a different country for each transfer window but… enough about me, where will you go?” You replied, wondering if Virginia would be moving from Madrid, or even Spain entirely.

“Vir… no matter where you are, you’re family. You deserve the world.”

///

Atleti’s final league game of the season was Friday night, whilst Barcelona’s game was Sunday at noon, and with a little bit of persuasion, you were able to leave after morning training for your flight to Madrid. Your fiancee was staying behind as she was fully fit and able to be in the squad list for the final Barcelona league match, an away game against Madrid CFF. This meant you would be meeting up with the Barcelona squad on their arrival to Madrid on Saturday.

You hadn’t worn your Atleti jersey in half a season, but there you were, sitting in the stands watching Atleti play against Granadilla Tenerife, clad in your Atleti home goalie jersey. 

Medina spotted you first, after she got her yellow card in the 28th minute, but you just grinned, waving at her. Banini spotted you next when she was subbed off for Eva, about to divert from the bench to run over and hug you, but she was stopped by security.

Ajibade and Cardona spotted Banini’s antics, spotting you talking to security before you were being guided from the stands.

“Did they just kick our goalie from the game?”

They did not. You ended up being guided by one of the assistant coaches from behind the scenes to the pitch, in time for Eva’s goal, and the final substitution of Virginia Torrecilla onto the pitch for Atleti.

Vir spotted you as she approached to be substituted on, about to run over but she was being urged onto the pitch, and you were swooped up into Maitane’s arms.

Your teammates had missed you.

The match ended with four goals for Atleti, Latorre, Cardona and Eva all scoring plus an own goal from a Granadilla Tenerife player. The focus went to Virginia, as Lola and Carmen presented her with her shirt, framed. Not a dry eye in the stadium as everyone took the opportunity to high five her in the line then hug her later, and you were able to present her with the flower bouquet. Red and white flowers of course.

Wiping at your eyes with the neckline of your jersey, you were swooped up into the chaos of everyone throwing Virginia in the air, reminding you of the Supercopa game against Barcelona, back when Vir was returning to play after dealing with her brain tumour.

The team hug warmed your heart as you held onto Merel, who quietly asked about your Dutch lessons, but you gave her a nervous smile. Merel playfully rolled your eyes, but murmured about what you would do if you were ever called up to play internationally. You shook your head instead, having thrown that idea out the window a while ago.

It didn’t take too long for the photos of the farewell to be uploaded to social media, but Vir didn’t expect the post you put up as you slept on Carmen’s couch for the night. Photos dating back from when you first arrived at Atleti, before you met Lola, and before you met Medina. The photos including you, Carmen and Vir, before ones also featuring Lola, then also featuring Medina surfaced. The final image consisted of you, Virginia, Carmen, Lola, Medina and Pina, with the caption ‘Mi familia. Siempre.’

///

You spent the time before the Barcelona players arrived in Madrid at Atleti’s training centre, a laptop set up for a zoom call as you went over exercises with the assistant goalkeeper coach at Barcelona on the call.

After that, you went to head to the hotel that the Barcelona players would be arriving at soon, talking to fans and signing jerseys or whatever else they wanted to be signed. One fan asked a question that kept bugging you though.

Were you staying at Atleti?

You had a year left on your contract, but Atleti squandered their chances. Barcelona had no need for you, and it wasn’t like there were many clubs close to Barcelona in the league besides Levante Las Planas. Atleti were sending you on loan next season, sending you away from your fiancee, but she knew you couldn’t take being on the bench for another season.

Staring into space with the hotel staff waiting for Barcelona’s arrival, you were taken off guard as a hand wrapped around you in a side hug, but this time by a Barcelona player, not an Atleti one. 

“You okay?” Alexia enquired, raising an eyebrow at the far away look on your face.

“Existential crisis.”

“Pina?” Alexia began to frown but you immediately shook your head.

“Football career crisis. Loving Clàudia is the only thing that is stopping me from going into a full on crisis. I want to be with her and marry her, but you guys don’t need another goalkeeper, and Atleti benched me for half a season… it wrecks my self-esteem and I know I wouldn’t do this to my goalkeepers if I was in charge of it all. I can barely be a second choice goalie right now and... it makes me want to quit, but also I don’t really want to be reduced to a WAG.” You explained, moving further into the hotel lobby as you spoke.

“I don’t want you to be my WAG. You’re my goalie, who I’m going to marry.” Clàudia added, looking at you lovingly until her team mother, Alexia butted in.

“You two are not rooming together. But you should talk to your management-”

“Ay dios mío!” Clàudia spluttered, “we are engaged!”

“I have, they’re fighting Atleti, and I have the number for a sports psychologist too… and y’know, my future wife who is apparently not allowed to see me until the match tomorrow because we can’t room together. We literally share a bed every night in Barcelona… We’re engaged!” you rambled but Alexia still raised her eyebrows, shaking her head.

“We don’t need to find out how thin the hotel walls are.”

“Oh my god!” you grimaced at that, grimacing even more as Patri walked past with her suitcase, trying to avoid looking at you and Clàudia, and refusing to look Alexia in the eye.

///

You weren’t originally going to start in the final match of the league, but with Sandra experiencing some sort of muscle discomfort during the warm-up, you were the suggested substitution since it would be your final match with the team and Sandra had faith in you.

Taking the minutes given to you, you didn’t look at the stands throughout the warm-ups with Cata, but if you had, you would have seen some of your Atleti teammates waiting to watch the game. 

Madrid CFF were fifth in the league, but had been a thorn in the sides of Levante and Real Madrid.

“Jeez.” You murmured as you watched Marta’s shot go straight into the feet of a Madrid CFF player. 

Kundananji’s shot went over, not requiring you to make a save, but the Madrid CFF striker had gotten past Mapi and Paredes.

Kundananji was coming back though, as you hurried forward to block the ball, before it was sent back at you, making you huff as the ball went back down the pitch.

“Is that- baby goalie is louder than you when you’re captain, Lola.” 

Lola turned her head to acknowledge her teammate, but she couldn’t help but agree. You were loud in sorting out the formation of your defensive line, sick of it falling apart already but Kundananji’s next attempt was ruled offside.

The ball returned back to you after the free kick from Geyse’s yellow card, allowing you to send it further down the pitch. The ball kept coming back to you, but this time Mariona sent it out as Asisat was down. Asisat was set to continue however, but the UWCL final was in just over two weeks.

Sending the ball away before Kundananji could get to it, you were ready to argue with the assistant referees as Mapi was sent to the ground but Asisat being subbed off for Salma happened instead of a foul being called.

If you were Sandra, you would have ran forwards to stop Kundananji, but you weren’t, lingering back, you launched yourself onto the ball, almost winding yourself in the process. Mapi and Paredes barely had time to catch up as you let out a breath, laying on the ground for another moment with the ball clamped in your arms.

A hand patted your back as you got up, unhappy with your defensive line but you were more happy that it hadn't ended up being 1-0 to Madrid CFF, sending the ball back down the pitch. Madrid CFF’s goalkeeper was good as you saw the save she managed to make in the game highlights later on.

Kundananji was coming back though, making you shuffle and lunge to the side, blocking the ball from deflecting from the post and into the goal, but your ribs hated you for the action, you were slower to get up but without your efforts, Barcelona would have been down 2-0.

Salma’s goal wasn’t counted as half-time was called in the same final seconds, leaving you to shake your head confusedly, heading to grab your drinks bottle then make a beeline inside to the locker room, not realising that your Atleti teammates were trying to get your attention. Your attention though went to your fiancee, who held out an ice pack to you, concern in her eyes as you began to ice your side temporarily.

Your drive was different, you weren’t on the Barcelona squad list for the UWCL, so this was your last match of the season. Your last chance before you opened Pandora’s jar with Atleti.

Half-time was over, the final 45 minutes of league football for Barcelona and Madrid CFF this season had started. Araya’s attempt on goal went over, but even with your attempts to sort out the defensive backline, Madrid CFF were still getting through.

Bonsegundo managed to get right in front of goal, much to your dislike, but even with the offside flag going up, she managed to scoop the ball over onto the net, leaving you to jump up and knock the ball down from where it was stuck on top of the net.

Mapi somehow didn’t get a second yellow as Alexia, Ingrid and Jana were all subbed on, not taking long for a Barcelona corner to turn into Alexia’s first goal since returning from her ACL injury. Taking the score to 1-0 Barcelona, but in another universe, it would be 2-1.

Your fiancee running up and down the sidelines warming up caught your attention momentarily, but Salma sending the ball flying towards you stole your attention back, sending the ball out to Paredes quickly.

“What is this game?” you murmured to yourself, watching as Alexia going down in the penalty box got only a free kick, but your fiancee being subbed on for Mariona was enough to try to bring some calm to the very messy game.

Until you spotted your fiancee getting a yellow card, dragging your gloved hands down your face, you waited for the game to resume.

Paredes awkwardly sent the ball back to you, allowing you to relay it back to Jana, but Patri’s chance went wide, the score remaining 1-0 to Barcelona into the 87th minute.

Five minutes of added time were thrown into the mix, Barcelona determined to try to get another goal, but Madrid CFF were determined too.

Your stomach dropped as Patri was sweeped to the ground in a sliding tackle, wincing in pain and slow to get up. Pina’s shot went wide thirty seconds into the end of stoppage time, but the final whistle went and you dropped to the ground.

Sitting on the goaline, you glanced towards the stands to observe the Madrid CFF fans and the Barcelona fans, but you didn’t expect to spot Atleti players in the stands.

Pina, Patri and Ana all paused as you sprinted past them all, Ingrid and Mapi barely able to get out the way as you reached the stands, jumping up and climbing to reach Carmen first, Andrea and Lola both next before you began to reach the rest of your Atleti teammates who had come to the match.

“You did so well!”

“How are your ribs?”

“Sore. But I needed to make those two saves, it could have been 2-1. I didn’t want to be blamed for Barcelona losing their streak.” You admitted, before water was poured over your head.

“Thanks for that.” You deadpanned, wiping the water from your eyes with your jersey neckline as Andrea grinned, the two of you beginning to laugh as you realised Lola and Carmen were trying to hide their laughter too.

///

“Ey! Pina! Where are they hiding? Are they okay?” Sandra began to question Pina at the team barbecue. You were nowhere in sight but nobody seemed to be too worried.

“Atleti called. We are saving a plate.” Your fiancee explained, gesturing to how there was a spare plate being passed along the line, with no suggested owner.

“A good call or a bad call?”

Pina sighed at Sandra’s question, not sure how much you wanted the others to know, but a notification on her phone revealing you had posted on instagram caught her attention.

The sun on her phone screen made whatever you had posted hard to see, but when the brightness adjusted, she couldn’t help but smile at the reel you had uploaded.

A reel of your best saves at Atleti and Barcelona, before a photo of when you were revealed to have signed with Atleti back in 2020 was shown, followed by a photo of you at training with Barcelona. Pina’s stomach twisted as she spotted the caption ‘the journey continues’ but it didn’t feel like a goodbye message.

You had reassured her that you would fight for her, and fight for your career however you could, and she supported that, and supported you like you supported her.

‘Gotta catch em all’ with a heart and a football emoji.

Probably overkill, but you understood the reference, and Pina had knowledge of Pokemon, the franchise having reached Spain before she was born. But the catchphrase also worked as a goalkeeper reference, supported by the heart eyes emoji you replied to your fiancee’s instagram comment.

“Don’t they have another year on contract at Atleti? Also, who edited that? They can barely use photoshop!” Patri asked, raising an eyebrow at Pina, who looked down at her plate in thought.

“Atleti are loaning me for experience. It was that, or terminate my contract.” You explained, walking over after a detour to be given the plate of food from the team barbecue.

“Any idea where?” Sandra enquired, trying to hide her sadness at the goalkeeper union decreasing in numbers, but it was easier to hide her smile when you kissed Pina on the head as you sat down.

“Multiple places.” You were ambiguous, but your fingertips drawing patterns on your fiancee’s leg soothed her. The two of you were aware that you would tell Pina later, at home in bed together. The two of you would cherish it, because even with your ambiguity, Clàudia knew your time in Barcelona was coming to an end, for now.

[the-offside-rule]

Rodrigo Riquelme (Atheltico Madrid) - Falling For You

Requested: no

Warnings: none

The summer sun bathed Madrid in a warm, golden glow, casting long shadows across the city as the day stretched into evening. Rodrigo Riquelme, now a rising star at Atletico Madrid, leaned back in his chair in the living room of one of his teammates, drinking up the bottles of Estrella Galicia. The lively hum of the city outside and the excited chatter amongst his friends had served as the perfect backdrop for his thoughts, which inevitably drifted to her. His mind always drifted to her

Y/n

They had met years ago, when they were just kids. They were two promising talents in the Spanish junior squads. Rodrigo, with his flair and creativity on the pitch, and Y/n, who played with a precision and fire that made her a force to be reckoned with in the Barcelona Femení. Their connection had been instant, a bond forged in the shared intensity of their training sessions and the countless hours spent together during youth camps. As the years passed and their careers took them in different directions, their paths rarely crossed outside of the national team camps. She in Barcelona, he in Madrid. It seemed they were always just a few hundred kilometers apart, close enough to imagine, but too far to see regularly. The texts they once sent regularly became spontaneous, and it stayed that way until the next summer.

Summer was different. Summer brought with it a sense of freedom, a chance to reconnect with friends and memories from a time before professional obligations took over. Every summer, Rodrigo wondered if this might be the summer they'd find a way to spend more time together, and every summer, the opportunity never seemed to present itself. Until now.

Rodrigo was the first of his teammates to leave the house. He was meant to do a recovery session tomorrow and he wanted to do it eearly and get it over and done with. "Vamos, todos saldremos esta noche, únete a nosotros. No nos quedaremos mucho tiempo." Antoine, his french colleague said. Night had fallen, and the city had come alive with its usual vibrancy and Rodrigo couldnt help himself. Something was telling him to head out. And so, Rodrigo headed out with his team and decided to hit the town for a night out. It was rare for him to let loose, especially during the season, but summer provided a brief respite, a chance to unwind. They settled on a popular club in the heart of the city, a place known for its lively atmosphere and good music.

As they approached the entrance, Rodrigo’s eyes were drawn to a familiar figure standing under the neon lights. Y/n. She was standing with a group of friends, laughing at something someone had said. The sight of her sent a rush of emotions through him, ones he had tried to push down for years. But seeing her now, looking so effortlessly beautiful, brought everything back. He hesitated for a moment, unsure if he should approach, but before he could decide, she looked up and their eyes met. Her face lit up in recognition, and she waved him over with an excited grin.

“Rodri!” She called out, her voice cutting through the noise of the crowd. “What are you doing here?” She grinned, pulling him in for a hug. “Just out with some friends.” He replied, trying to keep his tone casual. “Same. It’s been too long! You should join us.” Rodrigo’s heart skipped a beat at her invitation. This was what he had always hoped for; a chance to reconnect, even if just for a night. “I’d love to.” Inside, the club was packed, the music loud and the lights flashing in time with the beats. They found a corner where they could talk without shouting over the music, and soon, they were deep in conversation, catching up on everything they had missed in each other’s lives.

Rodrigo couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was even more captivating than he remembered. There was a warmth in her eyes, a confidence in her smile that drew him in completely. “Do you remember that time in the junior squad-” Y/n said with a laugh. “When we snuck out after curfew to get churros?” He chuckled, nodding. “I do. We were almost caught by the coaches, too.” Y/n's hand rested on his thigh. “Yeah, but we ran so fast, I think we could have beaten our own records that night.” Rodrigo looked down to her hand. Scars from times boots had trambked them, her nails slightly longer and painted with a fresh French tip. "You okay?" She asked, noticing he has zoned out. "Of course, I think the drink is just starting to hit." He chuckled.

As the night progressed, the drinks flowed, and the group moved to the dance floor. Rodrigo wasn’t much of a dancer, but with Y/n, it was different. They moved in sync, caught up in the music and the atmosphere around them. At one point, she pulled him closer, her smile playful. “You’re not too bad at this, Rodri.” She winked. “Not as good as you." He replied, his voice low, the proximity making his heart race. He spun her around, but as she got dizzy, she fell into him. His arm wrapped around her waist as his free hand found their way to hers. She placed her hand gently onto his shoulder and danced along with him. "No me tientes." He murmured into her ear. "No estoy tratando de." She replied innocently. "No eres un angelita."

"No?Qué soy yo entonces, Roro?" She rasped as she swayed her hips into him. A lazy grin appeared on his lips. "Eres un mal pensamiento en mi cabeza." Her gaze guided down to his lips and back to his eyes. "Lo siento, Roro." Both her hands hung around his neck and shoulders as she swayed out of him lazily. "No te disculpes. No me importa tenerte en mi cabeza." Their lips brushed against one another, one wrong move and they would be touching.

The night seemed to stretch out forever, yet passed in a blur at the same time. They danced, they laughed, and for the first time in a long while, Rodrigo felt like there was no one else in the world but the two of them. As the club began to wind down, Y/n suggested they get some fresh air. “How about we grab something to eat? I’m starving.” Rodrigo nodded eagerly, happy to extend their time together. “There’s a McDonald’s not too far from here. Let’s go.”

They walked through the quiet streets of Madrid, the city now more serene after the high energy of the club. The neon signs of McDonald’s welcomed them, and they placed their orders with the casual ease of old friends. They found a table in a quiet corner and settled in with their food. The atmosphere was relaxed, comfortable, but Rodrigo could feel a nervous energy building inside him. The alcohol had loosened his tongue, but it was more than that—he was tired of holding back what he felt.

"So, how is barcelona treating you?" He asked, sipping his milkshake. "Treating me well. I think Chelsea wants to buy me though." She shrugged. "I don't mind where I go." Rodrigo placed his milkshake onto the table. He swallowed hard. She was going to leave for good if she ended up in Chelsea. No more random house visits when he would be playing anywhere near her. He wouldn't have the chance. "Why would you move to London?" He asked. "Maybe the boys are nicer there." She replied, melancholy lacing her words. "What's wrong with the boys here." She couldn't bring herself to answer. She was drunk, yes, but not drunk enough to ramble on about her feelings for him. She looked down to the tray in front of her, fries sprawled over it.

“Y/n-" He began, his hand taking her's. “What's wrong with the boys here?" She looked up at him, her eyes curious but encouraging. “They're nothing like you." He took a deep breath, his heart pounding. “Then just love me. Just fall in love with me. I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember." Her eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, she didn’t say anything, just looked at him as if processing his words. Rodrigo felt the world stop, waiting for her reaction.

“You don't have to say anything-” He paused, his thumb now rubbing her soft skin. “But it’s true. Every summer, I hoped we’d have more time together, and every time we did, it just made it harder for me to forget how I feel about you.” Y/n was silent for what felt like an eternity, and Rodrigo’s nerves began to fray. But then she smiled, a soft, almost relieved smile, and reached across the table to caress his cheek. “Rodri-” She said quietly. He hummed in response. "I think you'd should tell me this when you're sober." His eyebrows scrunched. "I don't have the courage without the alcohol. At least if you reject me now, I can blame the drink." He squeezed her hand. "Run away with me." She chuckled. "What? Move to Atletico?"

"Exactly." She blinked a few times, taking in his suggestion. "Roro, I couldn't. I won't. I love Barcelona too much to do that." She replied. "But, if they do intend on selling you, I am begging you move to Atletico." She bit back a smile. "Let me think about it." Rodrigo looked down to her lips and without thinking, he leaned across the table and kissed her. It was a gentle, tentative kiss, as if testing the waters, but when she responded, it deepened, turning into something that spoke of all the years of longing and unspoken feelings.

When they finally pulled back, both were breathless, their foreheads resting together as they smiled. "Is that enough time for you to think?" She shook her head. "I need a little more time, but as for this-" Y/n paused, her hand still holding his. "I don't need to think about this at all." Rodrigo smiled, his heart feeling lighter than it had in years. “I'd hoped you wouldn't."

They stayed there, talking long into the night, making plans, sharing dreams, and basking in the newness of a love that had been years in the making. The city outside continued to hum with life, but for Rodrigo and Y/n, time seemed to stand still in that small corner of the world.

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The next morning, as the sun began to rise over Madrid, Rodrigo and Y/n found themselves walking back to their hotel, hand in hand. The city was just waking up, the streets slowly filling with people starting their day, but for the two of them, it felt like a new beginning. As they reached her hotel, Y/n turned to him with a smile. “This summer is going to be different, isn’t it?” Rodrigo nodded, his heart full. “Yeah, it is. And I can’t wait to see where it takes us.” They shared one last kiss before parting ways, knowing that this was just the start of something beautiful. As Rodrigo walked back to his hotel, he couldn’t help but feel that, for the first time in a long time, everything was exactly as it should be.

[missgavi]

hii<3, just a thoughts that came into my head,

the reaction his teamated would have if they see hickeys on his neck and scratches on his back

and we know this boy can get angry on the feeld but what if a football player from the other team like flirts with you and you don't catch on cause before gavi you had like a lowkey crush on him and just want a picture and authagraph and gavi just gets jealous

(sorry to put them togheter in one request even tho there two different things)(or you can do both for one story👀)

sorry if its confusing😭

nah cause they’d tease him so baaaad 

"and what are these cabron ?" Pedri asks on a teasing tone, playfully pinching one of Gavi's hickey, the purple mark gaining a reddish hue.

"don't mind those, they could pass as some killer mosquitos bites" Raphinha says with a smirk on his face "I'm more curios about those" and goes to trace the scratch marks on the younger boy's back.

Gavi groans and moves away from them, cursing them out in spanish as his teammates hunch over in laughter.

Quickly getting changed, he grabs his bag and makes his way where he told the culprit for the marks to meet him. Walking onto the pitch, Pablo's face turns red and if this were a cartoon there'd be smoke coming out of his ears as he spots you and none other than Joao Felix.

It was clear all the way from his side of the pitch that the Atletico player was flirting with you, his face all smug. Tightening the grip on his bag he starts walking towards the two of you.

Pablo comes up behind you and picks you up, spinning you in his arms. Squealing, you immediately recognised the arms wrapped around you and as soon as your feet hit the ground , you turn around in his hug and give him a warm kiss.

"Ai mi amor, look" you show him a t-shirt with Joao's signature, completely missing his flirting and just being happy about the autograph.

Gavi's heart softened at your innocence, wrapping an arm around your middle before turning towards Felix.

"Good game ei Joao, maybe next time you'll win" Pablo says on a passive-agressive tone. Felix gets the message and after some heated convo between the two the Atletico player finally leaves and lets the two of you get on with your own ministrations.

Turning to look at Gavi, you give him your usual charming smile "He's so sweet isn't he ?''

"Yeah, we're burning that t-shirt when we get home" Gavi says, leaning into a passionate kiss as you giggle against his lips.

[sportswriters]

wish you the best - a. griezmann

pairing: antoine griezmann x female!reader, ex!aymeric laporte x female!reader | a, f | ex-lovers (laporte), situationship (griezmann) | wc: 2.3k | warnings: none

when the final whistle blows, ending france’s friendly match against spain, you feel a little relieved. you join the crowd who always meet the other players on the pitch at the end of the match and see first-hand how happy the french players are with the positive result over theirs rivals, a scoreline that consolidated france’s 3-1 victory over the spanish team.

although you were neither french nor spanish, your expression was infected by the frenchmen’s outbursts of happiness and you remained a little distant, as usual, waiting for him to come to you as soon as he had finished greeting the players and acquaintances. there was no reason other than him for you to be in that stadium as vip presence, since you were english and only worked for atlético madrid, a spanish club, and it was there that you met the french player with whom you ended up getting involved over the six months since your arrival.

it wasn’t in your plans to get involved with a player and mix professional and personal things, but it ended up happening in such a natural way that the two of you didn’t realize the moment you got into each other’s routines. it wasn’t a fixed or serious relationship or anything like that. you and griezmann haven’t talked about it yet. you’re not even sure if you want something long term. but there was something there. definitely. his teammates already saw you as part of them, referring to you as a steady and not a casual fling, and you don’t mind being seen that way, but you don’t know how to name your relationship with antoine with precise accuracy.

feeling the chill of paris bounce against your skin, you pulled your coat tighter around you and rubbed your arms, still waiting, as you were engulfed in comments, fidgeting and whispers, returning kind greetings that were directed at you. when you lifted your face to look for antoine among the crowd of athletes, your heart leapt with a loud beat as you found a familiar face with its eyes already fixed on you.

you swallowed and breathed irregularly, being flooded by a familiar sensation. you couldn’t take your eyes off him and once he had noticed you too, nothing else mattered to him at that moment, with only you in his field of vision on the other side of the field — a distance that explained a lot in many ways.

you hadn’t seen him for months.

the overwhelming shock of realizing that you missed him was worse than the ricochet of paris’ sharp cold. on the other side of the pitch, aymeric laporte felt his heart shrink inside his chest as he saw her for the first time in months. leaving may not have been his best choice, but it was the one he decided to follow and it ended their relationship in a way he never tried to reverse.

he knew that you were right when you said that there was no way that relationship could work with that distance. his decision to leave manchester city to accept the offer form the arabian club was a decision that he took on his own, without your opinion, and since you didn’t feel parte of all this consideration, of this decision that meant a change in both of your lives, breaking up was the most sensible choice to make at that moment.

that’s when you decided to accept atlético madrid’s offer to replace the team’s photographer on a temporary basis and moved to spain, which was only supposed to last a few weeks, but ended up staying effectively, because the other photographer quit the club. things ended well before ending badly, but the feelings aged very badly.

as if they still existed and were waiting for an awakening, one that wasn’t going to come.

“you should go and talk to him.”

you turn towards the owner of the familiar voice to find antoine standing next to you. he has a small smile on his lips, his hair is messy and his shirt is sticky with sweat. it took you a while to understand what he had just said and when you did, you widened your eyes a little and opened your mouth.

“what? no.”

your former relationship with laporte was no secret to antoine. he understood when you told him, since the relationship had been public and you explained all the reasons that led to the breakup and he understood perfectly. you still remember the night when he asked you if he should give up flirting with you, but the answer was no. however, you always made it clear that you were still recovering from the hurt that remained, as well as warning him that you weren’t using him as a rebound or an escape route, something like that.

antoine took a deep breath, widened his smile a little and kissed your temple softly. on the other side, laporte watched everything without being able to look away, oblivious to anything his companions were doing or saying. watching you with someone else made him realize how much he missed you and how stupid it was to say that you could remain friends.

“it’s okay, y/n, i understand,” antoine reassures you in a whisper. “i think you should really talk to him.”

you don’t know how to feel about it, so you kind of end up mistrusting his intention, even though it seems genuine.

“but what does that mean?” you ask.

“i understand that you haven’t completely forgotten your feelings for him,” he replies. “if you want to sort it out… i’ll still be here.”

“antoine…”

he just shakes his head, holds your hand and kisses your cheek.

“go,” he whispers and walks off, leaving you alone. he doesn’t even look back, because he knows he could make you give up.

you think, for a moment, that you don’t deserve this man. he understands you better than anyone and there’s no other guy who would send his girl after another guy, even if you weren’t his. yet.

you take a deep breath and moisten your lips. your turn your face towards your ex and find him still staring at you, his expression indecipherable, and you finally pick up the courage to cross the field, watching him come towards you in slow steps. the whole story flashes through your mind: the kisses, the laughter, the jokes, the shared moments, the fights, the crying, the anguish, the love. you feel your eyes watering and he tries to keep his posture firm.

after he had to move to arabia, laporte found it difficult to adjust to your absence. he held back all his desires to call and text you, because it wouldn’t be fair to you, just as it wouldn’t be fair now for him to say that he missed you.

the two of you stop in the middle of the field and look at each other for a few moments, neither of you opening your mouths to say anything first. you look at him and feel your hands getting restless, but something seems different now. you heart doesn’t want to burst out of your mouth, you’re not feeling the nervousness of someone in love and there are no butterflies in your stomach and these sensations have always existed around him.

you cross your arms at breast height and give him a closed, restrained smile, happy to see him well. he smiles back.

“y/n.”

your lips tremble and you act on impulse as you uncross your arms and hug him, taking him by surprise. you need that, you need to feel that it’s okay to move on, to feel that part of the story with him has had its proper ending. he returns the hug and inhales your scent, feeling foolish, unfair and selfish, but he keeps all thoughts to himself. the urge to ask you what you’re thinking, how your life is going, if you can tell him about everything except except the part where she’s with antoine, but he doesn’t say anything. instead, he just enjoys it.

you step back and face him.

“i’m sorry, i…”

laporte shakes his head.

“you have nothing to apologize for, y/n,” he says. “if anyone owes you that, it's me.”

“you don't owe me anything,” you snap back.

he takes a deep breath, not believing it. after he left and you went on with your life, you didn't think you'd find him there a few months later. you thought it would take longer for some kind of reunion to happen, but life likes to prepare a few surprises. however, it was good for you to finally realize that that chapter of your life was closed and that there was a certain frenchman investing in a chance with you.

“you seem to be doing well in arabia,” you break the silence.

he nods.

“yes, i'm adapting,” he replies, without adding how much he misses you.

he could see in your eyes that there was no chance of trying to reconcile. besides, he also followed your life on social media and he saw your photos and stories with antoine and there was no way he couldn't see how happy you were, even if he wasn't directly aware of it. he wouldn't be responsible for ruining everything by bringing up a finished story. maybe it was time for him to move on too.

“i'm glad about that,” you say, sincerely.

“i thought you were going to stay in manchester,” he comments.

you shrug.

“after you decided to accept the offer, i thought a change of scenery might be nice too,” you admit.

the breakup wasn't easy for either of us, but in the end, it turned out to be a good choice. it was better than being fated to live in an unhappy relationship.

“i noticed that you seem... happy,” he hesitates a little, looking at something behind you. “is it because of him?”

you didn't expect the question, but the answer came easily.

“to a large extent.”

he nods, agreeing. in that moment, with your affirmation, he accepted your happiness, even if he still loved you. some things exist to have an ending. and in that moment, too, you accepted the complexity of the ending that involved you.

“i'm grateful for you, y/n,” he starts, his voice firm, his eyes fixed on you, his heart beating faster and suddenly you're both enveloped in melancholy, but also acceptance. “i hope you know that i wish you nothing but the best. i never meant to hurt you.”

you feel a few tears run down your cheeks and quickly wipe them away.

“letting you go was hard,” you whisper. “i respect our history and i'll always be grateful for you too. i hope you find what you're looking for, aymeric.”

he smiles and nods in agreement.

“you look like you've already found it,” he says and points to something behind you.

when you turn around, you find antoine chatting distractedly with giroud and camavinga, but his eyes are on you from time to time, looking tense. you smile and look at laporte again. you approach him and kiss his cheek.

“take care.”

he nods and you part ways. this time, the goodbye isn't painful. you go your separate ways, laporte joins his teammates and you walk over to where antoine is with the boys, claiming him for your own, while the two of you are made fun of by giroud and camavinga, but you don't mind.

antoine holds you by the waist, keeping you facing him, not knowing what to expect, but it's a good thing you went to him, right?

“remember that game against real sociedad where you scored a hat-trick and dedicated all three goals to me?” you ask, leaving him confused, but he nods. “do you remember what you said afterwards, when we met later that same day?”

antoine softened his expression, remembering that day perfectly. he was so elated with the result of the match and the hat-trick he managed to score that he wanted to celebrate with you that same evening, to which you didn't object.

“i told you you looked beautiful,” he jokes.

you laugh and wrap your arms around his neck.

“and...?” you encourage him to continue.

“and that some endings need to exist for beginnings to have their chance,” he continued, getting to the point you wanted.

you stretched up to kiss the tip of his nose, smiling like never before. antoine felt his own heart beat faster with the anticipation of what it all meant.

“our beginning have been there for some time,” you reflect, your eyes fixed on his blue ones. “and if you still want it to, i want it to exist for much longer.”

he squeezes the skin around your waist.

“what does that mean, y/n?”

you smile.

“your teammates already refer to me as your girlfriend,” you explain and he feels his cheeks heat up as he thinks you didn't know that, but you had overheard some conversations and found out about it. “make me yours officially.”

you notice the surprise in his eyes, he hadn't expected it. you enjoyed surprising him like that. antoine smiles when he realizes that you really meant it.

“jesus, i'm glad,” he says, relieved. “i can't pretend any longer that i'm not crazy about you.”

you laugh and he kisses you. your heart almost explodes inside your chest. the overwhelming happiness is there, pressing on your ribcage and you finally feel at peace in choosing to give yourself over to what you feel, when you thought you would never feel it again.

but antoine was right.

some endings had to exist for there to be a new beginning— and you were ready for that.

[httpsdana]

hello, could you do prompt 118 with João Félix. I had an idea that it might be like they were fighting over a match. Thanksssss ❤️

Another Loss~João Félix

I literally waited for the champions league match to write this cuz I knew Chelsea would lose 💀

anyways keep sending in your requests <3

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118-"fucking hell, shut your mouth." "make me."

y/n's shoulders slumped as João was subbed off. It was the champions league first leg against Real Madrid and they were already a goal ahead.

João was stressing out all week, training more for this match. He knew how important this match was for Chelsea. Especially since they haven't won any of their last matches in the premier league.

João was frustrated when he was subbed off. It was obvious that he was the only player trying to score. y/n took mental notes to make him feel better after the match. Whenever he had a bad match, she'd make him his favorite dish with some ice cream afterwards.

The match ended with 2-0 to Real Madrid. It was hard for Chelsea to come back, but y/n knew the boys would try their best to win the second leg.

y/n walked from her seat towards the lockers. The Real Madrid locker rooms had a lot of shouting and cheering. She let out a sigh and waited outside Chelsea's lockers.

Players started to slowly walk out, one by one. y/n still wasn't close with any of his teammates, except for Kai. As Kai walked out, he spotted y/n and walked to her.

She smiled sympathetically at him, giving him a small hug.

"how are you doing?" she asked, rubbing his shoulder softly.

He shrugged letting out a sigh before giving her a small sigh

"could've been better, but what can I say, they were too strong" he said, while she nodded at him.

She gave him one last hug, before he walked away and João walked out of the locker room

"hey amor" she said, smiling at him as he walked closer to her

He gave her a small smile, that was obviously fake, before starting to walk away. She realized that he was in a bad mood, and ran to catch up with him

The car ride home was tense. The tension was felt by y/n. She knew if João didn't say anything they were definitely gonna fight, and she didn't want that. So she decided to give him some time alone.

As soon as y/n parked her car in their parking lot, João got out of the car and slammed the door behind him. y/n let out a sigh and got out of the car too, following João into their apartment.

João dumped his training bag at the entrance of the house, and walked into the living room.

y/n went to the kitchen and started preparing João's favorite food. She left him alone, hoping that he would calm down a bit.

After about two hours of making food, y/n went to the living room, and saw João sat on the couch on his phone, with a blank look on his face

"hey J. I made you some food" she said softly, sitting down next to him.

"I'm not hungry" he said grumpily, not looking up from his phone.

"come on João. you didn't eat anything before the match, and you played more than 60 minutes. you should eat something" she insisted making him roll his eyes

"I said I'm not hungry. leave me alone" he raised his voice a bit making her also roll his eyes

She snatched the phone out of his hands and put it behind her back. His eyes snapped into hers, filled with rage and anger

"give me my phone" he said through gritted teeth, not wanting to lash out on her

"No! I know you didn't have a good match. And I know you didn't want to be subbed off when you were the only player giving effort, but that doesn't mean you get to release your anger on m-" she was interrupted by his voice

"fucking hell, shut your mouth." he snapped

"make me." she snapped back, making his eyes snap into hers

He shook his head and turned away.

Her eyes softened while she moved closer to him. She put her hand in his hair, scratching his scalp slightly

"I'm sorry amor. I just want you to talk to me when you're having a bad day, or after you have a bad match" she said softly, her voice sweet as it always was

He look up at her and cracked a small smile

"And I'm sorry minha vida. I shouldn't have snapped on you. Its just so frustrating how no one seemed to care about the match. I mean I know we don't stand a chance against Real Madrid, but trying won't hurt. I have been in the team for almost 4 months and I seem to care more than people who have been there all their life. I'm just so confused" he let out a sigh, laying his head on her shoulder

"its okay sweetheart. it'll get better soon I promise. you're still young and have all your life ahead. Maybe Chelsea isn't where you're going to stay for a long time. Or maybe the team is only passing through a rough time now and will be back soon. Just know that I'm proud of whatever you do. Whether you lose or win, I'm always proud. I love you João. don't forget that" she said, turning his head so he was looking at her

He smiled softly, leaning in to kiss her. When they pulled away, he laid his forehead on hers

"I love you more baby. Thank you for being there"

[melanieph321]

Sorry for bothering again girly i want to request another one where like the reader is inexperienced completely(a virgin) and Robin teaches her everything and like is her first a long smut again plsss and thank u for your amazing works girly🫶🏻🖤

Love this! 😝

10 DAYS OF REQUESTS

(DAY 9)

Robin Le Normand x Reader - Never Been Touched Part 1/2

PART 2

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Things were getting serious between you and Robin. His family invited you to spend a weekend with them in Normandie, and the invitation alone set the tone for how much you meant to Robin and he you. 

You had only been dating for three months, three slow months since the distance between you after Robin's move to Madrid became a hurdle in how fast your relationship was moving.  Up until now you had never spent a night with Robin let alone a whole weekend. It's not like you worried that you wouldn't get along, it's just…what if Robin wanted more of you than you could give? What if he wanted to take your relationship to another level while you had no idea how to?

"You okay, baby? You look hot."

"I do?" You blushed where you stood, watching your boyfriend unpack his suitcase while you took in the size of your hotel room. It was actually part of a bigger summerhouse, rented by Robin's parents for the weekend. Their room and Robin's brother's was located downstairs while you and Robin had the whole second floor to yourself. "I guess it's pretty warm in here. Isn't there an AC we can turn on?"

Robin glanced around the room, to no luck of course. "Not in here, but I can check downstairs if there is a fan." He left his suitcase on the bed and approached yours that was still standing on the floor. "Do you need me to help you unpack?"

"Erm…no, not really. I'll just do it after."

"After?" He said, a devious smile twitching the corner of his lips. "After what exactly?"

You were brought back as Robin stepped forward, his large frame suddenly cradling you. His hands were brought to rest on your hips while his eyes regarded you curiously. 

"I…" You stammered. "It's just a figure of speech, baby. I didn't really mean anything by it."

"No? But what if I did?"

You yelped when he pulled you forward, Robin's lips crashing against yours. You whimpered helplessly into his mouth as he deepened the kiss with his dominant tongue.

"Robin." You moaned, surprised by his eagerness to have you. "Your family."

"What about them?" He groaned, his lips tracing down your neck, moving on to nip the outlines of your collarbone.

"What if they hear us?"

He paused, "From downstairs?"

You nodded your head.

He grinned. "I don't think so."

It was really happening. Robin wanted to go all the way with you, right here and right now. He went to remove your jacket, tugging it down your shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.

"Baby?" Your efforts to slow him down were useless as Robin's kisses were venomous, clouding your mind until you fell drunk by them.

"God, you're beautiful." He wrestled you onto the bed, your body ending up right next to his suitcase. "I've wanted you like this for so long."

"Me too." You squealed. Although the way his eyes lit up with your words sent a shiver down your spine.

"Can I?" Robin eyes landed somewhere below your waist. He was referring to your stockings, wanting to roll them down your legs.

"Okay." You whispered, your voice smothered by the heartbeat in your throat. 

Robin wasted no time, dropping to his knees while his long fingers disappeared underneath your skirt.

"Fuck." You fell back onto the bed, closing your eyes while trying to slow down your breathing. 

Robin removed your stocking with ease, but stayed on his knees with your legs spread between his hands. "Can I?" His voice murmured somewhere below.

Your eyes reopened, but not until you popped up onto your elbow did you meet his, Robin's dark and hungry gaze. "Can…can you what?" You said, voice trembling.

A wide grin spread on his lips, however his voice remained steady and clear. "Can I kiss you?"

"Kiss me?" You shifted nervously. "Of course you can kiss me baby. Why would you—"

"Down there." He said, eyes darting between your legs.

"Oh."

He has never done that before, at least not to you. Robin probably had his fair share of experiences with other girls, you, however, had none. Zero. Nothing. Nada. And that's why it hurt you to say, "No, thanks."

There was a beat. A moment between your reply to his question and the moment Robin came to process it. "No?" He repeated, his puzzled expression mixed with what could only be interpreted as hurt. "You don't want me to…"

You shook your head and angled your knees, ultimately closing your legs. "Like I said, your family might hear us." You rolled off the bed and made your way towards your suitcase. You brought it to the bed, Robin's eyes burning against the side of your temple.

"Baby?" He said, a tad of humor in his tone. "If you're worried about being loud, don't be. I'll just use my hands to—"

"It's not that." You cringed, really not eager to hear him finish that sentence. 

He seemed to falter with your reaction, rising from the floor, his height once again over taking yours. You had to tilt your head to meet his eyes. "Y/N." He sighed and brought you to sit down with him on the bed, his hands holding yours.

"I'm just not in the mood. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize." He frowned. "You're allowed to say no, hell…" He shook his head. "If you're ever uncomfortable with what I'm doing, you need to tell me. But I also need you to be honest with me."

You exhaled in relief. "Deal."

"Good." He raised your hands and brought them to his lips, serenading them with the sweetest kisses. Once you were relaxed again he lifted his head, meeting your eyes with a curious glimt.

"What?" You smiled.

"Be honest with me." He said.

"About what?"

"Are you a virgin?"

"Robin." You exclaimed and stood from the bed, insulted to the very core. His laughter said it all, he had figured out your obvious secret.

"You can tell me baby, I won't judge."

"I—." You contemplated lying, but for what reason. This was Robin, your loving boyfriend who respected you more than anyone ever had. "Fine. Yes. Okay." You coughed. "You got me, I'm a virgin." You stood with your hands on your hips, waiting for the usual taunting that guys and girls would shower you with once they realized that you were in your mid twenties and as untouched as the dark side of the moon. You waited and waíted, however the insults never came. Instead Robin reached out his hand, wanting you to join him on the bed again. You did so reluctantly.

"I've been meaning to tell you." You muttered.

"I wish you did. It would've explained a lot."

"Like what?" You frowned, however Robin's expression was somewhat reassuring.

"Well, every time we've gotten this far," He said, referring to your hot minute in bed just now. "You've always shied away with a reason not to do it, and overall you've never seemed comfortable with having me on top of you."

"God, this is embarrassing."

"You shouldn't be." He said as an answer to your bitter mumbling. "I'm actually honored to be your first…if that is what you want, of course."

Your eyes fell on the floor, the carpet covered in lovely flower patterns. You've always thought of yourself as a flower. Ironic, considering the circumstances. However, every flower must shed its petals and to choose who you did that with was a privilege in itself.

"I want to." You said, your voice barely above a whisper. Nevertheless Robin had stiffened beside you, a boyish look about him.

"You do?"

"Yes." You smiled shyly. "But…"

"But?" His shoulders dropped, sensing your hesitation. You lifted your head to meet his eyes, not caring if you were blushing like a girl. "I want to…have sex, with you. I just don't know how to."

Robin's chest rose with his sudden inhale. The deep intake of air, indicating the containment of his emotions, his raw and excited emotions. "Well, then we will keep taking things slow." He nodded, squeezing your hands reassuringly. "Whenever you're ready you'll let me know and the two of us will go through the emotions, together."

You were grateful to have your moment interrupted by Robin's mother, the knock on the door shifting your heads.

"Oh, pardon." She apologized, seeing you and Robin on the bed, your stockings on the floor.

"It's okay mom, we were just unpacking." Robin smiled and tugged you to a stand along with him. "Did you want anything?"

"Yes. Your father and I were thinking about taking a walk on the beach before dinner. Would you and Y/N like to join us?"

Robin looked at you, letting you decide.

"Of course, Madame Le Normand. We'll be right downstairs."

"Great, and please, Y/N, call me Corinne. We're all family here."

"Of course." You smiled, feeling how Robin gave your hand a light squeeze.

PART 2

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