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Dear diary,

Will Alexia Putellas be available for the next international window? I'm not enjoying this whole full-time coaching thing.

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Pretty picture was so good!! Just wanted to let u know hehe

thank you so much <33, i love also your stuff!! more leah works are on the way after i get a weird tumblr glitch sorted :)

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married life // alexia putellas

alexia putellas x reader

warnings: fluff, established relationship, hidden relationship

summary: hiding an eleven year marriage is pretty difficult

word count: 1969

You roll over when you hear a high pitched meow right next to your ear, groaning you open your eyes to be met with a rather oversized orange cat.

You sigh- your alarm hadn't even rang yet and you desperately wanted to go back to sleep.

"Go away, Nacho." You mumble and try to push the cat away.

You roll back over and wrap your arms around the other figure in the bed, you sigh contentedly and are about to fall back asleep when another high pitch yowl is heard.

"Just feed him, cariño." Your wife speaks, sounding just as tired as you feel.

Normally, you would ignore him until he was pawing at your face but this time you roll out of bed and beckon him with a hum. Nacho follows you down the stairs and into the kitchen where you feed him,

"Maybe you need to go on a diet?" You ask, mostly to yourself but also to Nacho.

As if he understands, the cat pauses and looks at you with distaste before continuing to eat. He is getting rather... big recently- he probably is double the size of Nala and you can't help but wonder whether Alexia has been giving him extra treats.

As much as she says that she doesn't like the cat, you've caught her cuddling him on the sofa and slipping him treats when she thinks you're not looking.

After feeding the impatient cat, you make your way back to the bedroom where Alexia is still laying in bed- her eyes are closed but you can tell that she's not sleeping anymore by the way she breathes.  The golden ring on her finger glistens in the sunlight that is peaking out through the curtains and you smile fondly at it. You slip back under the covers and Alexia wraps her arms around your waist immediately, you lean into the touch because how could you not?

You and Alexia had first met at La Masia, became best friends and then when you outgrow your age group, the two of you moved to Espanyol together. You became inseparable and somewhere along the way- fell in love and got married at twenty. It was a rash decision that you told absolutely no one about, not even your parents.

But one you didn't regret a single bit- it had been hard, sure, a courtroom wedding in your training clothes with a stranger as your witness whilst still being teammates was daunting but you would do it all over again if you could. You eventually had to come clean to Alexia's parents (yours weren't really in the picture) and to your surprise they were extremely supportive.

They are the only ones who know about your relationship- you don't wear your rings at work or outside of the house, seemingly act like best friends at work and events, never host team bonding. You like it that way, it's private and it's yours.

"I love you." You hear Alexia mumble against your neck and you smile.

"I love you more."

You turn in her arms to face her and give her a kiss, it's soft and light but just enough for Alexia to open her eyes. Then you smile at each other and you're about to lean in again when your perfect morning is interrupted by the shrill of your alarm.

You groan and she laughs, you turn and slam your hand down on your phone in hopes of turning off the alarm. When it works and the shrilling is gone, you turn to Alexia and see that she's giggling.

"What's so funny, baby?"

You reach out and wrap an arm around her neck in hopes of returning to what you were doing before you were rudely interrupted.

"Nothing," Alexia says as her fingers trace the bridge of your nose.

"How did you sleep?"

Alexia scoffs, "Good, before your cat woke us up."

You gasp in offence, "You mean our cat?"

Alexia laughs and you can't resist smiling when you see her slight dimples. 

"Sure, our cat."

The two of you lay there for a while, just enjoying the peaceful silence before Alexia slips out of your arms and gets out of bed. You furrow your brows at her, you really don't want her to leave just yet.

"Where are you going?" You ask.

Alexia rolls her eyes, "Someone has to walk our dog before training, no?"

You chuckle, "You mean your dog?"

You see her shake her head but catch the slight smile on her face anyway as she walks to the bathroom- it's always been like that, Nala is hers and Nacho is yours. You stretch a little then slip out of bed and into your training gear, you do your morning routine before walking downstairs and making coffee for you and Alexia.

The coffee machine is one of your prized possessions, along with the sound system, so you pride yourself on making your wife coffee every morning. You have her order memorized and make it to perfection every time- it gives you a little confidence boost every time she says that your coffee is better than any café.

After Alexia comes back with Nala, the two of you eat breakfast on your little patio before going to work. You don't drive together normally, unless one of you is injured and that's mainly because Alexia refuses to get on the back of your motorcycle.

You had driven her to work on the back of it once and promptly decided to never do that again because she was clawing at your leather jacket so much that it left scratches- but also because she had thrown up in a bush outside of the training grounds that day. You nearly slept on the sofa and vowed to never do it again because it wasn't worth it.

You make it to training slightly before Alexia since you can filter through traffic and she can't- so you wait for her, leaning on your motorbike in front of the training grounds.

You're focused on your phone when you see that someone has walked up to you, of course it's Mapi, dragging Ingrid along with her. She has some weird fascination with your bike.

"Hey, Maps-" You greet her with a smile.

"Morning, Ingrid."

The two of them always drive to training and pretty much broadcast it freely- You're happy for them. The three of you engage in light conversation for a while before Mapi suddenly yells-

"You're married!?"

She points at the golden band on your ring finger and you freeze- you had forgotten to take it off. This had never happened before and you have no clue how to play it off.

So you opt for the classic- playing dumb, "What?"

She takes your hand and raises it to your eye level-

"This is a wedding ring!"

It is- the band is simple, just a gold plated ring that you and Alexia picked out when you were young with less money than you have now.

"It's not, María, I literally got this yesterday."

You lie through your teeth and hope that Mapi falls for it- she's about to say something but a voice calls out for you.

"Y/N!"

It's Alexia, getting out of her cupra and walking over to the three of you. You silently pray that Mapi doesn't bring up the ring again so you can take it off without anyone noticing.

But of course it's the first thing that comes out of her mouth, "Did you know that Y/N is married?! How could you not tell me-"

"María, please-" You start, trying to control the unfolding situation.

Alexia looks at you when Mapi is ranting so much that she stops paying attention. She's laughing a little at your red face and shrugs her shoulders, clearly leaving you to face this one alone.

"Okay, María, can we please go inside? I don't want to be late ."

This time Ingrid speaks up, taking Mapi's hand and dragging her into the training centre and you silently thank her. You turn to look at Alexia and she blows you a kiss before following the pair inside.

You slip your wedding band off and into your pocket before running after her,

"Wait up, Ale!"

Most of the day goes smoothly, you have gym- where you mostly keep to yourself, trying to focus and then you're out on the pitch where you and Alexia shine.

You've practically played together your whole life- she's your best friend and wife, so you have that kind of bond that easily translates onto the pitch. You create great plays together, score a few goals and then training is over, meaning that you can all go home or stay longer.

Normally, you and Alexia opt to practice set pieces after formal training but this time your cornered in the changing room but Pina and Patri.

"Are you married?" They both ask at the same time and you resist the urge to sigh.

This day is far too long all of a sudden and you wish you could go home. 

"Like I said-"

"She totally is!" You hear Mapi from the other side and groan.

You sit down in your cubby, "I am not."

"But-"

"The ring-"

You sigh deeply, find the conversation utterly pointless.

"End of discussion."

You walk out to the field again with Alexia who is followed by Mapi and a few others to practice your set pieces. It goes well, you score a few and improve your technique before Mapi brings up team bonding for this weekend.

"So... Ale, can you host this weekend?"

The both of you freeze for a moment- It's going to be hard to say no and even more difficult to explain why.

"Err... I don't know, María..."

You give Alexia props for trying to shrug off Mapi but she's relentless.

"Please, please, please?"

You can see Alexia breaking down every time Mapi repeats it and eventually she gives up and agrees.

"Okay, fine."

Mapi and Pina jump up and down happily but you and Alexia both look at each other with a panicked expression.

After the set piece training, you pack your things up and drive back home wondering how the two of you are going to get out of this.

You can't really hide all your things- Nacho lives there and your bike is in the garage, your trophies are next to Alexia's in the cabinet and most of all, you literally live there and you can't just leave and come back when they all arrive.

You're laying on the sofa, Nacho on top of you chest with your head on Alexia's, when she brings up the topic.

"I think we should just tell them."

You stay silent for a moment- mainly to consider it. The two of you have never gone public, even to friends. Just because you like it that way, you value the privacy that a completely private relationship provides. So, to take that safe blanket away is a big thing.

"Do you want that, Ale?"

You feel her nod and smile- if Alexia wants it then you'll happily do it.

The day of the team bonding comes around, you and Alexia had spent the entire day cleaning every single bit of the whole so it looked spotless. Dressed in semi-matching outfits and never took your rings off.

Later when everyone arrives and sits around your large dining table, you announce it- or something like that.

"So, me and Ale are married by the way."

Mapi spits out the wine she was drinking across the table cloth and you cringe- that's Alexia's favourite one and you hope you can get the stains out.

"You're what!"

Turns out that hiding an eleven year marriage with a teammate never works.

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Wish there was a better ending for Jenni, but at least now she can hopefully heal from this, move forward with her life and stay away from Spain as much as she can.

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who is coaching who here? 🤔

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perfect for you // alexia putellas

alexia putellas x hockey!reader

warnings: fluff, mentions of injuries, minor angst, everything going wrong before it goes right

summary: Ingrid sets you up on a date- just you don't know who with

word count: 2043

a/n: while i wait for the poll to be done, here is some alexia fixing your life :)

The whole move to Barcelona was tragic and at this point you just wanted to pack up, move back to Norway and speak to absolutely no one- forever.

After tearing your rotator cuff to the point of no return, you had been forced to take an early retirement at 27 which broke your heart completely. You practically lived and breathed hockey since you could walk and you had refused to do any other sport for your entire life, so to one day just suddenly not be able to play- it broke you.

You became a shut in, contacted absolutely no one unless in a dire situation. Your relationship ended with a screaming match that left you with a hoarse voice and half of your furniture gone, most of your friends had been your teammates- and maybe they were just your teammates because the second you no longer played, they no longer checked in.

So you were lonely, miserable and living in an apartment without a TV stand or a sofa when Ingrid called.

Ingrid being one of the only friends you had outside of hockey- the two of you had met in kindergarten and practically grew up as next door neighbours. So she was probably the only one who could help you get out of this hole you'd dug for yourself.

Her plan? You move to Barcelona, something that you were greatly against because: One, you cannot speak Spanish to save your life, two, Spain is far too hot when it's supposed to be cold and that's when your reasons ended because in theory, you had absolutely nothing to lose and everything to gain.

So eventually, Ingrid convinces you to move to Spain and you follow through. Pack all your clothes, sell the furniture that brings back bad memories and don't renew your lease with the nice landlady.

Except the move is bad, horrific, tragic- you could go on. It started with your first flight being cancelled due to weather then the next- so you had to rot in the airport for six additional hours before finally boarding a flight to Barcelona.

The fight... is horrible- a child with the manners of a zoo animal kicks your seat repeatedly and your headphones are out of charge, so you're forced to listen to the cries of babies and passenger announcements.

Your only bag is lost for a brief period of two hours and you regret agreeing to Ingrid's idea for all two hours of waiting- Once you finally receive your bag, you get to see Ingrid outside the airport at the meet and greet section.

You immediately drop your bag and hug her because you truly can't remember the last time you saw her in person and not over some pixelated phone screen. She hugs you back with the same enthusiasm and the two of you stay like that for a while until Ingrid remembers about the parking fee.

The two of you climb into the car after shoving your bag in the trunk and Ingrid turns the radio on, it's some Spanish radio show that you don't understand and don't really care about.

"How are you?" Ingrid asks, still focused on the busy roads.

You let out a deep sigh-

"Oh no, that doesn't sound good," She laughs.

"Everything is going wrong for me today- two planes cancelled, some kid kicks my seat and my bag gets lost," You grumble out and arms put arms over your chest in frustration.

"What have I done wrong, Ingrid?"

"Nothing, Y/N," She hums out and you can't help but shake your head.

"I swear-"

"Listen to me, everything is going to get better," Ingrid tries to reassure you and you calm down slightly.

"So..." You start,

"How is Mapi?"

Ingrid chuckles and you spend the rest of the way talking about what's happening in her life rather than yours- She's still playing at Barca, Mapi's fine, Bagheera is thriving and she's happy. That's all you really want to know- and her saying it lights up your crappy day a bit.

It doesn't last long because after Ingrid drops you off and helps you settle into the apartment even though you tell her repeatedly that she doesn't need to, she leaves. Which means you're alone and left to you know devices.

You can't do much because by the time you're in your new home it's dark and putting furniture together at ten at night doesn't seem wise. Instead, you order pizza from the only place that speaks English in the vicinity and sit on your new mattress. You eat probably the greasiest pizza you've ever touched while watching hockey highlights.

You fall asleep soon after, wishing that you could get back on the ice.

It takes you two weeks to fully settle into your new apartment, putting together most of the furniture alone is a pain even if you put together the most difficult things with the help of Ingrid and Mapi. By the end, your house looks more like Ikea than an actual place with everything perfectly matching but you could care less because there are more important things to focus on like finding a job.

Job hunting in Norway had been difficult but finding a decent job in Spain was proving to be ten times harder- not only because you don't speak very much Spanish but also because you basically have no work experience.

So when you find an ad that, after translating, is at an ice rink, you jump at the opportunity. You somehow get the job and you finally get to spend your days sharpening blades on rental skates and creating schedules on excel rather than rotting at home.

Everything seems to be going good for a while, you make some friends with some of the regular skaters and go out with Ingrid at least once a week. Mapi tries to teach you Spanish and you actually feel like you're learning.

All is good until Ingrid calls you on Thursday at nine pm while you're re-watching your favourite Norwegian drama.

"Hey," You pick up and smile to yourself, wondering what Ingrid wanted to do this weekend.

Instead, she hits you with a bombshell,

"Hey, Y/N, are you free tomorrow after work?"

You nod as you reply, "Yeah, I should be, why?"

"Well- I have a date planned for you."

You freeze because what does Ingrid mean she has a date planned for you? You didn't ask to be set up- actually, you didn't want a date. You were perfectly happy alone, living your life in Barcelona, hanging out with Ingrid and her girlfriend, working at the rink. There was no need for dating- or a singular date.

"What- Ingrid," You stutter out.

"Before you say no-"

"No,"

"Please listen to me?" She pleads through the phone and your heart softens slightly because it's Ingrid.

"Fine,"

"Okay, so, she's Mapi's friend- best friend, she's sweet and super nice. We think you'll get along."

You sigh because of course Ingrid is scheming when everything is going good.

"Who is we?"

"Mapi and I-"

"Well, that's great," You scoff, there was no need for one person to be involved- let alone two.

"Come on- have you dated anyone since-"

"Don't, Ingrid," You say coldly because you really don't want to rehash your last relationship right now.

"Okay, okay... please consider it? She's super nice, you'll like her."

You swallow nervously and consider it. You hadn't dated anyone since your ex, Nora, and truth be told, you didn't really want to- not until Ingrid called you, it made you realise just how empty your apartment is and maybe just how much you rely on Ingrid and Mapi to keep you afloat.

"Err- okay, fine, I'll go."

You hear Ingrid chuckles then say something to Mapi in English,

"I'll send you all the details, okay?"

That's how you end up in a nice restaurant the next day. You're wearing your nicest clothes and you've put triple the amount of effort into your hair and makeup before coming here.

You look around the place as you wait for your mystery date to arrive. The place is nice- clearly a little upscale- but still has that homely environment that all good restaurants have.

You take a sip of your water and scan again- then suddenly someone is standing in front of the other seat at the table,

"Y/N?"

It's a woman and she's beautiful- you don't think you've seen anyone so wonderful gorgeous. She's wearing a low cut shirt with a blazer and tailored trousers but she could be wearing a trash bag and you'd think she was stunning.

"Hi- I mean, hola... err, yes, Y/N, that's me," You stumble over your words as she sits down.

She chuckles and orders something to drink when the waiter comes over immediately,

"I'm Alexia," She- Alexia, introduces herself.

Your mouth is suddenly very dry, "That's- that's a beautiful name,"

It slips out before you can stop it and you flush red at Alexia's shocked expression. Then you relax when she laughs and looks just as red as you.

"Thank you,"

She takes a sip of her drink and you do that same, locking eyes in the process.

"So-"

"You're-"

You both start and stop,

"You first," You gesture to Alexia and she nods,

"You're Ingrid's friend?"

"Yeah, known her a long time,"

You continue when Alexia doesn't follow up,

"I've just moved here- maybe... four weeks ago now?"

"From Norway?"

You nod and the waiter comes just as Alexia is about to ask another question- you order whatever the top dish is, you don't really care about the food. Not when Alexia has just walked into your life.

"Can-"

There's a pause and neither of you speak for a moment,

"Can I ask why?"

You knew this would come up- Of course if you mentioned just moving, she would ask why.

"I- I played hockey for a while, then I tore my rotator cuff... and couldn't play anymore- It's been a lot and Ingrid convinced me to move here. To start fresh,"

You finish rambling and meet Alexia's eyes- It's the first time someone looks at you like they understand, like they've felt your pain, like they've been that scared too.

Sure, Ingrid would listen to you cry and sooth you when you first got injured- but she hadn't been there. Hadn't suffered an injury at the apex of her career that ultimately ruined it.

"I tore my ACL in 2022- I thought I wasn't going to get through the rehab... All I wanted to do was play with my people- I've recovered now but... I understand you."

You try not to tear up because you feel so seen that it's illuminating.

"Do you play with Ingrid?" You ask, mainly out of curiosity because Ingrid didn't really discuss her teammate with you.

"I'm her captain,"

You stop in your tracks and laugh loudly- only Ingrid and Mapi would set you up with their captain.

The rest of the dinner goes fantastic and by the end of it you don't think you've ever been on a better date in your life. Alexia offers to drive you back and you take the opportunity straight away.

You get into Alexia's car and she drives you through the streets of Barcelona to your apartment- she even walks you all the way up to your apartment and you're suddenly faced with the door to your home.

"This is me," You turn to face Alexia and she smiles at you and your heart does a flip.

You don't know why you ask but you do anyway-

"Can I kiss you?"

Alexia looks a little taken aback for a second before a little pink dusts her cheeks and she nods.

You take the opportunity and kiss her- she tastes sweet and you wish you could stay in this moment forever with her plush lips against yours in front of your door.

You both pull away with a little red on your cheeks and you want to keep the image forever.

"Goodnight, Alexia."

"Goodnight, Y/N."

And with that you gently shut the door with a flushed face. Maybe Ingrid was right? Alexia was perfect for you.

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hey y'all, have some ideas for my next work but can't decide who to write for

thank y'all for all the recent support <33

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i kinda hope they catch us // ona batlle

ona batlle x reader

warnings: sumt (minors dni), kissing

summary: who needs a girlfriend when you have ona?

word count: 2192

Gossip spreads fast in the Barcelona changing rooms, whether it was something innocent, like the fact that Alexia was apparently filming an interview today or something less innocent- such as that you and Ona were very clearly sleeping with each other. Either way it always spreads like wildfire.

Truth be told- most of the time the rumours were true because yes, Alexia was filming some random interview for an overseas news paper today and you were definitely fucking Ona.

"Be quiet," You mutter in between kisses.

Ona whines loudly anyways and you just kiss her hard, kind of hoping that would shut her up but somehow you can still hear her in between the kisses.

The changing room is empty with everyone else being outside or in the gym but the possibility of someone finding the two of you was still very real- and you really didn't want that to happen.

You can't help but imagine someone walking in on the two of you- If it was Mapi then the whole team would know in five minutes of her walking out- God, she is the biggest yapper you've ever met and to be completely honest you don't know just how Ingrid stands it.

You focus back on Ona, she's straddling you whilst you sit in front of your cubby and grinding down so hard that it's getting really hard to focus or keep quiet.

You're hands are on her hips, trying to get her to slow down but it's pointless because you've never denied Ona anything- that's kind of the reason why you're in the changing rooms instead of the gym.

The both of you pull anyway for a moment to look at each other. Ona's lips are slightly bruised and her face is a deep shade of red, her hair is also half falling out of the braid it was originally in.

"I don't think you've looked hotter," You smirk and you can see the way she rolls her eyes.

"Less talking and more of this,"

She leans forwards to capture your lips again, it's hot and heavy, it makes you feel as though you're suffocating in the best possible way. Then she slips a hand down the back of your training shirt and angles your neck further back and you see stars.

Ona starts kissing down your neck, biting and licking as you try to stifle your moans,

"No- no... marks," You manage to gasp out and you can feel her smirk against your skin.

The last time she left a massive hickey you had to wear a snood for a week- in the middle of April. It was so embarrassing that you contemplated not coming in altogether.

"Shhh..."

Then she bites down hard and you briefly wonder if she's some kind of vampire that doesn't burn in the sun because it almost feels as though she's trying to suck your blood out.

The murder attempt- or bite causes you to yelp loud... so loud that it could have probably been heard down the hall. Ona immediately covers your mouth with her hand and both of you look towards the closed door. You silently pray that no one walks in and when no one does the both of you relax slightly.

"Bad girl," Ona murmurs and tries to continue her assault on your neck.

"Me?"

You slip a hand down the back of her shorts and squeeze hard causing her to jump a little,

"I think you're being the bad one, you little vampire,"

Ona chuckles and you're about to kiss her again when you hear footsteps down the hall- You both look frantically at the door then at each other.

Thankfully, the both of you manage to get enough distance between you for it to look somewhat innocent when Alexia walks in with a few others trailing behind her.

You hear Mapi whistle, clearly suggesting that the two of you were in the middle of something- while true- it didn't need to be broadcasted to the whole team and definitely not Alexia. Who scared you and would probably give you a very long lecture about respecting club property.

You give Ona a smirk across the changing room when no one is looking and leave to actually go to the gym this time. Once you make it to the club gym, you put down your water bottle and are about to put your headphones on when you spot Ona in the mirror. She had followed you, which meant that you would be doing very little working out and more of looking at her abs and ass.

Or at least normally you would but this time you were determined to actually do what the club paid you to do, which is play well and to play well you needed to use the gym- not just stand about.

So you go to warm up on a bike and notice that Ona is doing the same, just a few bikes away from you with her eyes glued to her phone- weird because she would never willingly avoid you.

Then your phone buzzes and you look at the text,

'Spot me?'

It's from Ona and you wonder why she won't just ask you in person but whatever. You send her a thumbs up and focus on warming up before you see Ona wander over to the squat rack and you follow her.

The weight she puts on the bar looks a little light for a spot and to be completely honest you've never seen anyone else spot her when she squats. She looks at you in the mirror and smirks a little which you brush off with an eye roll- this is before she puts the weight on her shoulders and presses her ass right against your crotch.

Now you get why she asked for you to spot her- Your hands hover over her hips and you squat down with her, eyes mostly focused on her ass because you really couldn't help yourself. She was teasing and you knew it but did she really think you'd resist this?

"My eyes are up here," You snap out of it and look up.

You meet her eyes in the mirror and she sticks her tongue out at you before going down again- You really try to focus on her form in the mirror but God, it's really difficult when she's doing this.

After her sets are done, you leave her to her own devices, walking all the way to the other side of the gym just to put some distance between you. Best to say it doesn't work because when you're taking a break from your cable crunches, you see Ona lift her shirt up to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

It gives you a front row view of her abs that just so happen to slightly glisten with sweat. You swallow hard and resist the urge to blush when the two of you meet eyes again, instead you give her a pointed look and she just shrugs.

It turns out that Ona is the devil or at least had been sent by him to tempt you because she spends the rest of your joint gym time showing off every single aspect of her body to you. Bending down right in front of you or pushing her sleeves up just as you happened to be taking a water break. You can barely stand it and are internally thankful that other people are in the gym with the two of you because you definitely would have disrespected club property if they weren't.

After a training session with the team outside, it happens to be lunch break- one that you and Ona don't spend eating food in the cafeteria.

"Fuck- please... come on!"

You're currently on your knees in the bathroom, which is thankfully a singular room rather than one with many stalls because today, you really don't want to be caught.

You lick down Ona's cunt and smirk at the way she lets out breathy moans, you could probably eat her out all day just to see her reactions. Her shorts and pants are somewhere in the corner of the small room, her shirt has ridden up to reveal her abs and you're so turned on that your own underwear is drenched.

You stuck on her clit and put her legs over your shoulders to get a better angle- she squeezes her thighs around your head and you feel light headed by how turned on you are.

"Close-" Ona whines out above you and you are determined to finish what you started in the changing rooms.

You pick up the pace, licking and sucking on her clit whilst scratching your nails down her stomach. You really hope that no one is close to this particular bathroom because you have no way to keep Ona's moans in check, instead you let them be broadcasted to the bathroom and probably the hallway outside as well.

"You gonna come for me, Oni?" You pull away for a split second-

Ona's hair is all over the place and some of her baby hairs stick to her forehead from the thin layer of sweat. Her chest rises and falls fast, breathing heavily. You feel a hand on your head and she pushes your head down to where she wants it- You smirk and do as she asks.

You suck on her clit whilst running your hands down her thighs before dipping a finger inside her, it's easy since she's so wet but you do it carefully anyways.

You time your licks with the thrusts of your fingers to drive Ona over the edge and when she gets there, she practically yells your name as she shakes a little. You put a hand over her mouth to try to keep the noise down but most of the damage is done.

Ona bites your hand and you take it away as raise your brows at her,

"Come on, baby, your turn," She smirks and you happily strip your shorts off.

Lunch is nearly over by the time you're done and you have to eat quickly so you can make it to the mandatory review session for your next game on time. You know that Alexia would have your head if you were late so you make sure you're one of the first to arrive.

You take a seat in the back corner and Ona sits next to you- The film review starts soon after with Pere standing at the front with some of the assistance coaches.

You try to focus but Ona's hand is making its way up your thigh, squeezing every so often as if to remind you that she's still there. You chuckle to yourself when you get the genius idea of pinching her side in retaliation. You do it and it makes Ona yelp- loudly.

You swear the entire team turns to look at her, you included, and she goes so red that you genuinely think something might be wrong,

"Ona, something to say?" The coach asks, stopping the video.

"No-no..." She stutters out and the coach nods before unpausing the mash up of clips.

Ona turns to you with a scowl and you smirk back then give her the same shoulder shrug that she had given you in the gym- Giving karma out feels so good, you think to yourself.

At the end of the day, you end up at Ona's apartment which has become the norm in the recent months. Mostly because it's quite the hassle to drive all the way to hers when she texts you at eleven to come over.

So you stay over more than you don't- sometimes you're even there when she's not and it all feels so natural to you, walking Coco or cleaning the living room.

It's weird- before your transfer to Barcelona you were practically allergic to commitment even if it was purely sexual, it had actually become a joke at your old club. So you cleaning Ona's house is rare- so rare that you've never done it for anyone else.

It's her actually, who brings up the nature of your relationship. You're laying on the sofa, sandwiched between her and Coco, when she asks.

"Am I your girlfriend?"

You involuntarily flinch at the question because it comes completely out of the blue and you actually don't know the answer. You practically live in her apartment, walk her dog, clean her bathroom when she's too tired to, sleep with her and yet, you don't actually know.

You try to laugh it off, "I don't know, am I?"

It's clear that this is an important conversation because Ona doesn't laugh or let alone react, so you take the opportunity to continue,

"I... think so? I just want you to be my Ona."

Ona shifts to look down at you from where you're laying on her, she doesn't look mad or hurt. Instead, she's smiling and her hands threads through your soft hair, you lean into it because it's Ona and you can never resist her.

Your conclusion is that you don't need a girlfriend when you have Ona.

[dafterdarling]

A great comeback for Spain!

[dafterdarling]

the players once again figuring things out for themselves:

and here's montse 🙄:

"the assessment of the match is positive, but with things to improve."

[dafterdarling]

pretty picture // leah williamson

leah williamson x reader

warnings: reader has lots of tattoos and is a little prickly, fluff

summary: you meet leah through a teammate of hers and fall in love immediately

word count: 1668

"Come on, it'll be fun!" Steph tries to encourage you and you scoff back.

You were currently sprawled out on your sofa watching TV with Steph leaning against the kitchen counter that, with the open concept, can oversee the living room.

It's a Friday and unlike everyone else you don't want to go out, it's actually the last thing on your mind. It's been a long week of non-stop work and all you want to do is rot on your sofa until you have to go back to work on Monday- you're actually very thankful that you don't have to work the weekend as well.

So you'd rather not waste your time in some bar or pub that Steph drags you to- or God forbid spend any time with people other than Steph.

"I don't want to go, Steph- All I want is TV and ice cream,"

You have a pint of chocolate brownie ice cream waiting in the freezer and it's begging to be opened. That was your plan- eat the whole pint while watching a crappy dating show that you had found on Netflix but Steph wanted to ruin all of that.

"Come on, you can have ice cream tomorrow and the TV will be here when we are back,"

You glare at Steph and then she looks at you with those puppy eyes that she knows melt your heart a bit- You bite the inside of your cheek and resist the urge to immediately agree.

You had known Steph for most of your life and the two of you had moved together to England so she knows exactly what works on you.

"How long is this thing?" You sigh.

Steph jumps up excitedly, "You'll be back before midnight, promise,"

Midnight? You try not to comment because you really don't want your age to show but you normally went to sleep before it hit eleven pm.

"Okay... who is coming?"

You secretly pray that she says it's just going to be the two of you but you know not to get your hopes up because the last time you hung out without a small crowd was in Australia- when you were seventeen.

"You'll find out," Steph says cryptically and you don't like the sound of that but it's too late to say no when you've already agreed.

You shake your head and mutter under your breath then turn off the TV before making your way to your room. You open the closet and sigh- because Steph has told you absolutely nothing about where she is dragging you.

"Steph?" You call for her and hear the semi-silent sock footsteps of her heading to you.

You turn to her, "What's the dress code?"

"Wear something hot," She smirks and you roll your eyes.

"I'm being serious,"

Steph chuckles and pushes you aside so she can look in the closet-

"So am I,"

You watch as she gathers some clothes and shoves them in your arms before turning and walking out the door.

You sigh because this is typical Steph behaviour but trust her anyway- you get dressed and look in the mirror. It's not bad, it's just dark washed jeans and a white t-shirt with a track top over it. It makes you think that this place you're going to isn't fancy, which you're thankful for because your bank balance is looking worse for wear after paying the bills this month.

Also because you'd rather not have to wear a turtleneck to cover your tattooed neck in the middle of July- last time you'd stepped foot in a fancy restaurant, they had asked you to leave and you really couldn't be bothered to argue so you did.

You meet Steph by the door to put your shoes on, you choose the least beat up pair out of your small collection- a pair of black boots that somewhat work with the clothes Steph picked out.

You give yourself one last check in the mirror- you would try to hype yourself up but you remember that you hate doing that more than anything. So instead you head out the door without any weird affirmations and Steph follows behind.

You make your way to your car- an old beat up little ford that is half your age and sometimes stalls, you get into the driver's seat and slam the door shut.

"Charming," She comments on a plastic bottle on the car floor.

You roll your eyes, "I've yet to throw it away-"

"No, no it adds to the... charm of it all,"

You laugh and turn the radio down slightly so Steph can give you directions. You eventually make it to a bar that looks like it hasn't been updated since the 80s but you don't comment on it. Instead you lock the car and follow Steph inside, she leads you to a table in the corner where you already can make out Beth- one of Steph's loudest friends.

"Y/N!"

You groan internally but not because you dislike Beth or anything- just because the music is already too loud and it's so hot inside this cramped bar.

"Hi, Beth," You greet her with a polite smile and a hug.

Then you sit in the semi round booth, immediately taking off your jacket because you'd rather not sweat to death. Beth and Steph sit somewhat opposite you and you begin to catch up,

"Any new ones?" Beth points down at your arms.

You smile since this is probably one of the few topics that you can discuss without issue,

"Yeah this one," You hold up both of your hands to show her the flowery design on the back of them.

"And then one on my back."

Beth smiles, "Must have hurt,"

You brush it off, "I've gotten used to it,"

The three of you discuss football, pets and a few other topics before the rest of the group arrive- You recognise Jen and give her a hug, then Alessia whom you've heard of in passing from Beth and a few others.

That's when you see her- Leah as she'd introduced herself and your breath is completely taken away because how can someone look so effortlessly good?

She's wearing a lovely leather jacket over a dress shirt that has the lightest of pinstripes with dark baggy trousers and so many rings- You immediately flush, half embarrassed at your own clothes and half in awe at Leah.

She greets you with a light hug and you think your heart skips a beat when she sits down next to you. You don't think you've ever been so starstruck by anyone and your throat is suddenly far too dry.

"So what do you do for work, Y/N?" Leah asks with a smile.

You can practically feel your face flush, you hope the bar is dark enough that Leah doesn't see it but you seriously doubt that because the pink lights from the dance floor are far too close. You try to play it off casually by leaning on the table and half turning your body towards her but all you can do is internally cringe at yourself.

"I'm a photographer... for an agency,"

You wished it sounded cooler but it was a little late to take it back.

"That's cool, what do you photograph?"

You swear Leah leans into you slightly but maybe it's just you,

"Err... Houses, like for sale."

It's not what you really wanted to do but it pays the bills for now and finding a new job in this economy was beyond difficult.

Leah nods then her attention focuses on your arms and you feel her touch you, making goosebumps flare up on your skin, before suddenly flinching back.

"Sorry- I have no idea why I did that-" She stutters out but you cut her off,

"It's fine, I did that one myself,"

You point at the small black blob looking cat that's surrounded by other tattoos, the rest of them looking much more professional than the self-made one.

You feel Leah's hand run up your forearm again, this time not pulling away instead tracing some of the tattoos. You swallow nervously and you have no clue why because you don't typically get nervous- not with friends.

You look away from Leah for a brief second and meet Steph's eyes, she wiggles her brows at you and you roll your eyes back before focusing on Leah again.

Her eyes meet yours and you swear that you've never looked at someone like you did her- It's weird because you don't believe in love at first sight but now swear it's happening to you.

You breathe out a soft sigh, "You're beautiful-"

"You're gorgeous-"

You laugh because you can't believe this moment, it's as if out of one of those rom coms that you secretly love to watch. Leah looks so pretty and you really want to snap a photo of her.

"Err..."

You clear your throat,

"Can- Can I get your number?"

You think she's going to say no because you're clearly out of her league and she must have a thousand different options lined up but instead She laughs and pulls her phone out,

"'Course you can, darling,"

You spend the rest of the evening talking to Leah whilst running your hands up and down her back or occasionally letting an arm rest over her shoulder. The two of you practically ignore everyone else, as if stuck in your own little world- Until it's time to go because it's way past midnight and Steph is pretty smashed.

You say goodbye to Leah outside the bar with a hug and kiss on the cheek that makes you flush red before walking back to your car with Steph.

The car ride, for the most part, is silent until Steph decides to comment,

"So you and Williamson?" She giggles like a little girl and you scoff but don't reply- letting her have it.

Mostly because yeah- you and Leah Williamson did create quite the pretty picture.

[dafterdarling]

justice.

[dafterdarling]

everything is going swimmingly // alexia putellas // masterlist

the alexia x swimmer!reader masterlist :) feel free to leave any requests for the two of them!

'cause somewhere in the crowd there's you

shark infested waters

[dafterdarling]

shark infested waters // alexia putellas

alexia putellas x swimmer!reader (mlist)

warnings: mostly fluff, swimming terms, google translated spanish

summary: alexia drags you to meet her friends

word count: 1732

You were laying on the sofa at with Nala half drifting in and out of sleep when Alexia brings it up,

"I have team bonding tonight,"

You give a light hum without opening your eyes because she always liked to inform you even though you didn't mind her going without you- like you had told her a million times.

"I think... you should come with me?"

Now you were awake, eyes blinking rapidly as you sat up and looked at Alexia. Ever since you'd met her, she had always been confident in herself and sometimes borderline stoic but now she looked a little sheepish. Her hands fidgeting in her lap and looking everywhere but you.

Had she thought that you would say no?

You gently push Nala off your lap and bring Alexia into your arms- the hug is sweet, mostly because of her flowery perfume but also because you can feel the nervousness dissipate from her.

"Of course I'll come with you, Ale," You mumble into her hair as you hold her.

Sure, you'd only really been dating for five months and most of that time was spent talking through the phone rather than holding each other but you still felt as though you'd know Alexia so much longer.

You hear a soft, "Gracias,"

You pull away to give her a kiss before leaning back on to the sofa, this time taking Alexia with you so that she lay on top of you.

"So... when are we leaving?"

"30 minutes,"

You flinch, "What!"

You immediately get up off the sofa and notice that Alexia is already dressed, she leans on her arm and watches you. You can hear her laughing as you run towards the bedroom- you frantically open the part of the closet that Alexia had cleared out for you.

It's practically barren of any nice clothes, instead it's filled with team issue tracksuits and t-shirts littered with American flags, all looking worse for wear and a little bit too patriotic to wear outside the comfort of the pool or home.

You feel a pair of arms wrap around your middle as you continue to rip through all your clothes in hopes of finding something.

"Ale... I have nothing to wear- where is this place? What are we doing? Is it drinks or dinner? At someone's or-"

Alexia cuts you off with a kiss and you melt into it straight away, she knows that she's your weakness and exploits it every single time you ramble.

"Relax, cariño- no one cares what you will wear,"

You scoff, "They are gonna think I'm some bum if I show up in sweats, Ale!"

"Or a crazy American... God, I don't know which is worse."

She chuckles and squeezes you before putting her hands on yours- making you stop in your tracks to look at her. If you weren't in a hurry you'd tell her that she looks like a vision, her cream sweater fits her perfectly and the tailored trousers hug her in all the right places.

She makes your heart beat that tiny bit faster as she looks into your eyes.

"Maybe I'll help, no?" Alexia suggests and you nod.

She leads you to the bed and pushes you so that you sit on it, giving you a front row seat as you watch Alexia sift through your limited closet.

She holds up a pair of black tailored trousers that you'd completely forgotten about- the only time you had worn them was an interview in Australia about mental health in swimming two months ago and you had promptly forgotten about them since.

Alexia smirks, "These are going to fit perfectly, cariño,"

You roll your eyes but smile anyway, "I still don't have any shirts, baby,"

You watch as Alexia picks out the nicest of your t-shirts- It's an old Nike shirt that you got from an ad campaign, the design is very subtle with a faded out pool in the middle.

It's one of the only shirts that doesn't have an American flag or swim meet logo on it- and probably the one that you wear the least, which leaves it in good condition.

You raise your brows in question but eventually nod in agreement- you're just happy that she hasn't pulled out one of her tops because you didn't want to look ridiculous in a shirt a size small.

You strip and change into the clothes Alexia helped you pick before walking to the hallway to look in the mirror- It wasn't the worst outfit ever but it was nothing compared to Alexia's. You watch her in the mirror reflection- she looks perfect.

You turn to her and place your hands on her hips,

"Do we have to go?" You wiggle your brows.

She pokes at your chest and laughs "Cariño, I already told them-"

"Maybe we can be a little late?"

You make a show of kissing down Alexia's neck and you hear her sigh softly, her arms wrap around your shoulders and she leans into the touch.

You have always found her intoxicating- ever since you'd met at that game, she has been at the forefront of your mind whenever you weren't in the water.

And you could just kiss her forever if she'd let you.

You feel one of Alexia's arms leave your neck and rest on your stomach, making you flex under the touch- then you feel her soft push.

"Okay, okay- Let's go," You chuckle.

You both slip on your shoes, hers are nice polished boots while yours are dirty white sneakers that you should have washed a while ago. You forgo a jacket because you still aren't used to the Spanish heat, even in the evenings you feel hot.

Alexia puts on her leather jacket and kisses your cheek before saying goodbye to Nala then you make your way out of the flat and into the elevator.

You immediately pull out your phone and pull Alexia closer, you kiss her cheek sloppily and snap a picture then another with you sticking your tongue out and Alexia laughing.

She rolls her eyes at your antics but smiles lovingly in the pictures even if she finds you slightly childish.

After the elevator photoshoot, you walk to Alexia's cupra that's parked in the underground garage. You hop into the passenger's side while Alexia slides into the drivers, she starts the car which awakens the radio that plays soft Spanish music.

The drive is mostly silent with the two of you holding hands on your thigh until you break the comfortable silence.

"So... who's gonna be there?"

Alexia rattles off a few names that you only recognise from her mentions of them over the phone. Then she sees your nervous expression out of the corner of her eye,

"They will all love you, cariño,"

She runs her thumb over your knuckles and you calm down slightly.

You were nervous, nervous that they would all hate you or think that Alexia could do better. You had never had a relationship last long enough for you to meet their friends or family but Alexia was different, you wanted this to work- you wanted them to like you.

You take a deep breath and try to relax, you would make it work.

Soon after, Alexia parks the car and you walk to a little hole-in-the-wall looking restaurant that you can't read the name of. She pulls you inside and you see the large table with a group of people sitting around it- you could only assume that all of them were Alexia's teammates.

They all look very well dressed and you regret not wearing some kind of jacket to cover up your t-shirt.

They all greet each other with kisses on the cheek, hugs and Spanish greetings then Alexia squeezes your hand and pulls you forwards.

"Esta es mi novia, Y/N." Alexia smiles at you and you can only assume that she has just introduced you.

So you lift your hand up in an awkward wave that you regret instantly,

"Hola," You say in the worst accent imaginable and you hear a few of them chuckle but greet you kindly.

After the introductions are over, you are seated next to Ingrid with Alexia on your other side- She's catching up with her friends in Spanish and you look slightly lost until Ingrid speaks up,

"So, what do you do for work, Y/N?"

You would have assumed that Alexia had mentioned it but maybe Ingrid is just being polite-

"I'm a swimmer... like, professionally," You stutter out.

Ingrid smiles kindly and you appreciate her patience then someone leans over from Ingrid's other side and you see a woman with a large grin on her face.

"Do you watch football?" She asks with a grin.

You flush because you didn't watch soccer... and know only the absolute basics.

"Maria," Ingrid elbows the woman- Maria.

"No, it's okay... err... I don't really, Maria,"

You continue, "Only if Ale is playing,"

Maria laughs loudly and it sounds like a cat is dying, Ingrid smiles fondly at her.

"I'm Mapi,"

She leans over Ingrid's lap to shake your hand and you smile at her before she returns to her own seat.

You chat with Ingrid and Mapi until the food comes, they ask about your training and swimming, in turn you ask about them. What they do outside of football which turns into them showing you pictures of their cat and you awing at every picture.

You order some kind of salmon dish that tastes as nice as it looks which you are thankful for and the light conversation continues through the dinner. Aitana tries to teach you some Spanish and then Catalan which you pronounce so terribly that she visibly cringes.

The evening soon comes to an end and goodbyes are said before you and Alexia go back to her car, taking your places in the driver and passenger seats.

The drive back is comfortable and silent because both of you are tired from an evening of socialising, then when you slip into the elevator Alexia kisses you deeply. Your hands immediately go to her shoulders and you press yourself against her, the kiss breaks and her head falls to your chest.

"Thank you, cariño,"

You smile and place a hand on her cheek, making her look up at you.

"For you, absolutely anything."

[dafterdarling]

'cause somewhere in the crowd there's you // alexia putellas

alexia putellas x swimmer!reader (mlist)

warnings: mostly fluffly, the lightest of angsts (long distance relationship), swimming terms, google translated spanish

summary: there is a break in your busy schedule and you go surprise alexia

word count: 2942

a/n: thinking of making this a series of one-shots, lemme know if y'all want that

After a gruelling championship season and many meets that left you feeling more than accomplished, with five podium placements: Three of those being first places and two unfortunate third places, you could finally take a well deserved break.

A break that Alexia thought you were spending in America with your family but little did she know that you were currently at the airport waiting for your flight to Barcelona.

It was these moments that you really looked forward to after a whole season of swimming, dryland workouts that you hate and the blessed taper; the moment that Alexia would be back in your arms and you in hers.

You had originally met her in your off season after a friend dragged you to a Champions League game a couple of years ago- you had no clue about the rules of soccer or football as Alexia had drilled into you but that didn't stop the two of you meeting after your friend asked for a photo. Which then spiralled into Alexia asking for your number, something that you handed out very quickly because even in that moment you thought she looked utterly beautiful.

Later when you met Alexia's teammates, they thought you were some crazy fan after she had mentioned that you'd met a game but they weren't all that wrong- sure you hadn't started out as her biggest supporter but you sure turned into one.

Still, you both led busy lives and rarely saw each other apart from when your season ended and you'd live with her, attend her games weekly and see all the parts of Spain that she could show you. Yet all good things came to an end every time you had to fly all the way to the states to begin the pre-meet season. As much as you lived for swimming, it did not stop your heart from aching after her and hers after you but you both understood the commitment that being a professional takes.

But to say it didn't hurt you both would be a lie because you could only wish for her to be in the stands at your meets or the Olympics or be there so you could give her a wet hug after getting out of the water. You were sure she felt the same- you could never make it to her Champions League finals or her World Cup or just cheer for her at a regular game.

You had fought countless times over it- over that fact that the swim season was long and required full dedication but every single argument ended with a facetime that lasted the whole night because you couldn't stand her being mad at you and also because you needed her close- even if through a screen.

So that's why you contacted some of her teammates and her sister- Alba, to help you organise the surprise for her.

You had met Alexia's teammates and sister previously at team bonding dinner, where most of them rabbled in fast Spanish while you chatted to Ingrid about your work. So that's why you had messaged her first about buying tickets and then Alba about securing keys to Alexia's new flat. Which required google translated Spanish that you hoped Alba could understand.

Suddenly, you snapped out of your thoughts as an announcement rang out- first in Mandarin and then in English-

"All passengers for the flight EBC074 to Barcelona, Spain, please board at gate 56."

You stood, USA backpack slung over a singular shoulder, and made your way to the gate. As always, boarding took a lifetime and your seat was right in the middle which wasn't ideal but you would do anything for Alexia... Even if it meant sitting in the middle seat for a 15 hour flight.

The flight was mostly uneventful. You had managed to watch three films, drink your fill in orange juice, play battleships and sleep for a glorious two and a half hours. Then the plane touched down in Barcelona at around midday and you could immediately feel the heat before even stepping out the plane, which as an Alaskan native, you did not appreciate.

Alba had informed you that she'd pick you up which you greatly appreciate because you had quickly learned that having a Spanish girlfriend didn't magically improve your ability to speak Spanish.

You first picked up your oversized bag that you had been lugging around all season long- a black duffle that had as many American flags as you'd expect it to have and one that Alexia liked to poke fun at you for. In return you'd always mention her Barcelona obsession and she would clamp her mouth shut almost immediately.

You made your way through the airport and out front to find Alba but she spots you first-

"Y/N!" You hear a yell from somewhere to your left.

You turn to see Alba standing in front of a nice silver car and waving you over.

"Hola," You greet her with a smile.

Then let out a light gasp after she unexpectedly hugs you... You had learned that Spaniards were affectionate from Alexia's actions but you had only met Alba a handful of times.

"Hola, cuñada," Alba says excitedly as she helps you put your bags in the trunk.

After, you climb into the passenger's seat. Letting out a grateful sigh as the A/C cools you down- you deeply regret wearing sweatpants in the middle of August.

Alba then sits at the wheel and begins to drive out of the airport parking lot.

"So- I was thinking," She begins like a girl gossiping and you chuckle.

"Alexia's game is in the evening, maybe I drive you to hers since she's getting ready at the estadio already and we sit there, no?"

"Yeah, sounds good," You agree and then listen to Alba's chatter for the rest of the way to Alexia's.

She had told you that she'd moved to a different flat after some kind of boiler problems that required her to vacate the property and you had seen plenty of her living room from facetimes and photos of Nala but a brief shot of anxiety passed through you.

What if she didn't want you here? Or didn't like the fact that you had lied to her?

Alba notices your sudden silence and turns the radio down slightly,

"What's wrong, americana?"

The nickname causes you to giggle but then you remember those burning questions that caused you so much anxiety.

"Err.. What- what if Alexia doesn't want me here? Or maybe she'll be angry-"

Alba cuts you off abruptly, "Ale would never- you are her favourite topic to discuss! Y/N this, Y/N that... I've never seen her so obsessed with something apart from football. She talks so much about you that some of the new players don't think you exist,"

"She could never be angry with you," Alba says softly and you relax slightly.

While you did talk to Alexia everyday... there was sometimes that nagging feeling- the one that made you question absolutely everything but it was these kinds of reminders that brought you down to reality.

Alexia loved you and you loved her- so much... so deeply.

Eventually, you had made it to Alexia's and the flat was empty just as Alba said it would be apart from Nala who barks and jumps on you the second you drop your bags in the hallway.

You pick the small bundle of fur up and hold her close, she reminds you of Alexia so much and you couldn't be happier to see her.

"Hello, pretty girl," You whisper into the dog's fur before putting her down and taking off your shoes.

You and Alba send the rest of the afternoon catching up on the sofa until it's time for you to get ready- you decide to change out of the ratty sweatpants and swim meet t-shirt into the only pair of jeans you brought with you from home and take one of Alexia's jerseys from her closet. The fit is a little tight around your shoulders and back but you know it will be worth her reaction.

You say goodbye to Nala with a few kisses and head back to Alba's car to get to the stadium.

You had been to a few of Alexia's games since you'd begun dating- even making one Champions League final where they won against Wolfsburg, where you cheered so hard that you nearly lost your voice. Every time you saw her play it felt as though she was magical and you couldn't be prouder.

So that's why you buzzed with excitement as you sat in your seat at a nearly full Estadi Johan Cruyff- kick off was around ten minutes away and you could barely sit still, your mind swirling with different thoughts.

Would she be happy? Shocked? Had someone told her and ruined the whole thing?

You knew that rumours spread quickly in the Barcelona changing rooms- or at least that's what Alexia had told you- so you hoped that Mapi hadn't let it slip since you had heard that she's quite the chatterbox.

You feel a hand on your shoulder and you turn to see Alba holding two cups. She wordlessly hands you one and sits next to you.

"Thank you,"

She waves you off, "De nada," before continuing-

"Are you excited?"

You take a sip of your drink and swallow nervously, "Yeah... Of course- I'm a little nervous too. Hope she doesn't recognise me straight away,"

Alba laughs and nudges you, "That's why we aren't in the family section, chica!"

It's soon after Alba's comment that the game begins- Alexia is starting in midfield with the yellow and red captain's armband proudly on her arm and you resist the urge of waving at her.

You watch the game keenly- joining in with every chant and collective gasp when the ball is close to the goal. You find yourself enjoying the game more than you normally do, maybe it's the nervous excitement of your impending meeting or the fact that your Alexia is creating magic on the pitch. Either way, you find yourself relaxing into the atmosphere more and more.

Then when Alexia scores a beautiful top corner goal from outside the box, you jump to your feet immediately- Jumping up and down with pure joy and a feeling of immense proudness washes over you. In that moment you want to tell absolutely everyone in that stand that she was yours and you were hers. You don't, instead, you celebrate by giving Alba a bone crushing hug that leaves her gasping for air.

"Swimmers have too many muscles," She grumbles when you both sit back down and you laugh before focusing your attention on the game.

The game ends in a landslide victory for Barcelona- 5-0 with Alexia scoring two of the goals and assisting one. They make her Player of the Match and you couldn't agree more.

As the stands begin to clear out, you see her standing in front of a reporter, clearly giving her post match thoughts and congratulations as the captain. Alba grabs your arm and drags you to some Barcelona staff.

She shows them her ID and you pull out yours before they take you downstairs and into the players tunnel where the home team has yet to arrive- they were apparently notorious for celebrating with the fans or so Alba says. You might have to believe her because it's only 15 minutes later that a player makes their way back.

It's someone you haven't met because you don't recognise them and they don't recognise you either but Alba seems to know them.

"Ona!" She calls the player- Ona- over.

The short woman comes over quickly and greets Alba with a hug then speaks ridiculously fast Spanish or Catalan but you can't tell the difference.

Ona then turns to you with a friendly smile, "You a fan? Picture?"

You flush red and then remember that you're wearing Alexia's shirt- you probably do look like a fan. You hear Alba giggle under her breath-

"No no… She's Alexia's novia,"

Ona's face lights up with what you think is recognition, "Ahhh- I thought... Alexia was.. errr- Messing with us,"

You blush even harder- This is probably one of the new signings that Alba mentioned. You shake your head and try to smile without seeming like a blushing mess- Thankfully, Ona leaves soon after to shower.

It's then that you have a moment of peace to sort out your flushed cheeks, eventually you calm down only to be bombarded by a small crowd of Barcelona players.

Ingrid and Mapi spot you next, stopping to catch up then Aitana joins them- followed by Keira who basically answers for Aitana in English.

"Did you bring that weird suit?" Mapi asks excitedly and you wonder what she's talking about.

Then you remember the time that you showed them your tech suit which made them all question how you fit into something so tight.

You laugh, "Yes I did, Mapi,"

You all talk for a while- half catching up and half congratulating them on their win before you hear more studs clattering and then her voice.

"Qué está pasando?"

You melt a little at her Spanish and feel the flush go up your neck- all the players part a little so that Alexia can slip into the small huddle.

Then she sees you, standing next to Alba wearing the old slightly crinkled jeans and her tight jersey, you grin at her widely and open your arms.

Alexia immediately tackles you into a hug, making you let out a breathless chuckle that quickly turns into happy tears. She doesn't let you go and you can feel the dampness of her tears on the jersey which make you pull back slightly.

"You're here," It's a whisper that only reaches you.

"Surprise," You laugh and place a hand on her cheek to wipe her tears.

She leans in to kiss you lightly and you let her- It feels like a dream come true when her lips meet yours, one that you had spent nearly a year dreaming of.

She pulls back after a while and wipes her eyes properly, "What about America?"

You shake your head and smile because this summer you weren't going to see your parents- they could wait and Alexia just couldn't but you couldn't too.

"No America, baby,"

You wrap an arm around her shoulders and hers immediately goes around your waist- slotting herself into your side.

"Did you all know?" She questions the group and they all look sheepishly in different directions.

Alba and Mapi are the first to answer, "It was supposed to be a surprise!"

All Alexia can really do is shake her head and chuckle because it was a very well executed surprise that she couldn't fault you for.

After a short while you have to let her go so that she can shower and change, so you and Alba wait by the exit for her- When she comes out with her hair wet, wearing a cropped Nike shirt and jeans talking to Aitana, you couldn't help but fall in love with her deeper.

This time you get into Alexia's cupra both falling into a comfortable silence as soft music plays through the radio and her hand rests on yours in the middle console.

It's everything you wanted after a season of success. All you wanted was to just... be with Alexia, as if you were regular people without millions of followers and expectations on your back.

You kiss in the elevator like teenagers, giggling in between kisses and praying no one calls the elevator. You manage to survive a second without touching as you make your way out of the elevator and into Alexia's flat.

You toe your shoes off and she does the same, you both greet Nala with kisses and hugs. Then you fumble about in the kitchen as Alexia reheats some leftovers, stealing drawn-out kisses and long hugs with soft sighs of content.

In the end you end up on the sofa with the TV on, both of your clothes swapped out for ratty sweats and t-shirts.

"I love you so much..." You mumble into her neck as you lay on top of her.

She responds immediately, "I love you more, cariño," then runs a hand down your back and you lean into the touch.

"Impossible, baby,"

You continue, "I love you so much that I can feel it every time I look at you- It's so soft and warm like the hot chocolate you make sometimes... You're perfect for me."

There is a pause and then Alexia looks down at you and you meet her gaze, all you can see is love- undoubtely love.

"You look very good in my shirt," She smirks and you can't help but laugh a little because of course she would mention it now.

You hum in mild agreement, "It was a little tight, Ale, but anything for you,"

She frowns a little and shakes her head, "No, cariño, it was perfect,"

You smile and let her have it because it was all worth it- sitting in a shirt a size and a half too small in a crowded stadium in the evening heat was all worth it for her.

You just lean in to kiss her deeply for a moment before resting your head against her chest, listening to the steady heart beat. These moments make everything worth it- all the arguments and endless facetime bedtimes that you were forced into because when you're back with Alexia everything seems so perfect.

[dafterdarling]

maybe rivals do make the best lovers? // aitana bonmati

aitana bonmati x chelsea!reader

warnings: very minor smut, heavy petting in public, kissing and swearing at each other, toxic until it's not (minors dni)

A/N: have no clue how to feel about this but i'd rather post it than let it rot in the drafts :)

summary: it started after the champions league semis and now neither of you seem to be able to stop it

word count: 2995

It all started after the semi-finals of the Champions League, when you'd lost even though you'd played a great game and had previously drawn with Barca on their home soil.

"What the fuck was that!" You growl as you slam your hand down on the wall in front of you.

In theory, you played a great game. Created chances upon chances, broke down Barca's midfield to the best of your abilities and nearly scored on several occasions.

But football isn't an individual sport.

So, here you are, not going into the final of the Champions League because Barca has dominated you once again. It wasn't surprising, not when they had two ballon d'or winners in their midfield and even though you had one under your belt, it had not changed much.

You have your hands balled at your sides when someone touches your shoulder. You whip around- you had very clearly stated that you wanted to be left alone.

Your teammates had let you go, knowing it was a typical occurrence after losing a big game like the one you had today.

Yet, it wasn't one of your teammates you were met with but Aitana Bonmati, holding her hand out like she wanted to shake yours.

You gaze at her sharply. Things between the two of you aren't exactly the friendliest, not after the ballon d'or win that the media thinks you stole from her and definitely not after the match you had just played.

You'd tried to mark her all game but someone that small and fast is easy to lose when you have two other players in midfield with the same shirts on.

After some mental gymnastics, you take her hand in a very sweaty shake that lasts about five seconds.

Five seconds of you staring into her eyes as she looks back at you. You've never really had a good chance to look at her without her running away from you in the middle of a high stakes game.

It's now that you realise, even as visible sweat runs down her forehead, that she's quite... beautiful. Her eyes are just the right colour of brown that you can see all the intricate details of them and you can tell she has a dimple on the left side of her face.

It makes your face feel hot all of a sudden but you chalk it up to your body still being hot after running for 90 minutes.

"You play good," She compliments you but you aren't convinced it's from a place of admiration yet that snaps you out of your daze either way.

You scoff, "You're one slimy fucking bugger to catch,"

You mean it as a joke (you think you do but aren't too sure.) Aitana, on the other hand, doesn't really understand.

"What-" She's about to ask what that means, you're sure of it but you've decided that you've had enough of her bothering you.

You fist the front of her Barca shirt, purposefully putting your hand on the logo but she doesn't need to know that. She gasps slightly but then immediately furrows her brows, matching whatever mood you've just set.

Her hands snap onto your forearms and you are suddenly thankful that there is no one else in the corridor because you lean forwards to kiss her.

You'd felt the tension build all game and you were sure that she had felt it too. Every corner when she'd been pressed up against you or when you'd tug her shirt a little to stop her from getting to the ball first.

The kiss, if you could even call it that, is all teeth and tongue. Desperate is what you'd say it is; as if Aitana had the last bit of oxygen on this planet and you were trying to take it from her.

Your tongue traces her teeth as her grip on your forearms gets tighter and then she bites down on your lip hard enough to make you bleed a little. It makes you exhale all your breath into her mouth as you suddenly fell light headed.

You pull away for air and you stare at her as you feel the blood flow down your lip. She looks like a vision, hair stuck to her forehead and lips red with what you assume is a mix of your blood and spit, you don't care because when she leans in a moment later, you are all for her new lipstick.

It's your shirt that she's fisting now, taking the now off-white shirt and balling it up as she pulls you down to run her tongue along the roof of your mouth. It makes you moan a little louder than you'd like but you're too far gone now.

While she's occupied with that, you take the opportunity to slide your hands under her shirt, making her shiver at the cool touch. One of your hands traces the curve of her back while the other is pressed to her hard abs.

She lets out little moans every so often into your mouth as you run your hands down her front, it makes you smirk with victory.

That smirk is wiped off when you hear a clatter in the distance and she stops kissing you abruptly. The footsteps get loud until they reach around the corner and Aitana pounces away from you, trying to build an acceptable amount of distance between the two of you.

It turns out to be Lucy.

"Hey, there you are-" She stops mid sentence when she sees the state of you.

Your lip was still bleeding, the blood now half way down your chin and Aitana's shirt looks a little ruffled from where you'd pushed it up. It doesn't look like you were having a friendly chat.

Lucy laughs, "Hope you too weren't having a scrap before I got here,"

You know Lucy from England camps but you aren't close, you hang out in different circles and she's quite a bit older than you so you hope this won't be a topic of discussion at your next camp.

Or the Barcelona changing room when Lucy and Aitana make it back.

You take a moment to wipe the blood off your chin before brushing past Lucy, carefully making sure that you don't look at Aitana because if you did; it would be hard to stop again.

"Bronzey, you know I ain't that bad," You try to play it off and Lucy seems to believe it since she's laughing along.

You don't say anything else, instead you walk back to the changing room hoping no one will ask you where you were.

The next time you see Aitana Bonmati is August at a pre-season friendly, that makes your blood boil and heart tighten.

The game is hard, as you'd expect with Barcelona. You manage to make it level by dribbling past Mapi and put the ball in the back of the net which gave you satisfaction but also the strength not to break down over Aitana's goal that made them level.

You run into Aitana in the bathrooms after the game, this time it's not in your kits but fully showered. Dressed in issued clothes from your respective teams.

She looks beautiful in the Barca team issue tracksuit and you feel the urge to actually take her to dinner instead of fumbling around in the bathroom.

Before you can make a decision, Aitana practically jumps on you the second the door to the stall she pushes you into closes. Her hands are on your shoulders as she presses you against the cool tile of the bathroom.

You shiver but you don't know whether it's because she's here now, eyes filled with angry lust or just because the AC is on. You pick the AC because you don't want to give her that kind of power over you.

"Freak," You chuckle when she narrows her eyes at you.

"Slut,"

Your teeth clash in a kiss that you groan into, your hands immediately fly to her waist, searching for the waistband of her tracksuit. Her lips go to your neck, biting and lapping the sensitive skin there and your hands dip into the waistband.

It's then that the door to the bathroom opens and slams shut.

"Shit, stand on the toilet," You tell her in a quick whisper and she does so, crouching on the toilet so the other person doesn't notice that there's two people in a singular stall.

It takes a few more minutes before the two of you are alone again. You turn to face her, she's still crouched on the toilet and you can't help but laugh.

"You're crazy, Bonmati, I didn't know you were such a bad girl,"

You push her down so she's sitting on the toilet instead of crouching on it and you straddle her. Your arms wrap around her shoulder and hers go to your waist.

It's all a bit awkward since she's much smaller than you are but you choose to ignore this and lean down to trace the shell of her ear with your tongue.

She lets out a shallow gasp as your tongue explores her ear before moving on to the side of her neck.

"My house?" You ask.

Aitana nods frantically, "Si-"

You immediately tug her out of the bathroom and turn towards her, looking a little more flustered than you want to be but it's too late now.

"Meet me in the parking lot, it's the black Ford, okay?"

"Si, si,"

You laugh and shake your head, it's all she seems to be able to say right now but instead of dragging this conversation out you head to the now mostly empty changing room to gather your things.

Thankfully, the only people in there are in the showers so you avoid any questions as you pack your things and head out.

You make it to your car and notice that Aitana is already waiting by the beat up vehicle, looking impatient and needy.

"You took too long,"

You shrug and unlock the car to shove your things and hers inside the trunk before slamming it shut and getting in the driver's seat.

Aitana slips into the passenger's side and her mouth is immediately on yours, her tongue slipping into your mouth when you moan. You suddenly wish that your house was closer to the stadium but it isn't so you pinch at her side, making her squeak and let you go.

"Merda- do not stop,"

You cut her off, "You're one needy fuck but if you wanna make it to the house, I have to drive us there,"

She rolls her eyes and sits back to fasten her seatbelt.

"Brat," You mumble under your breath and if Aitana hears it, she doesn't make it known.

The drive is mostly silent, only the radio plays quietly and you find yourself relaxing which is not something you tend to do with people you find yourself sleeping with.

You decide not to think about that and instead lay your free hand across Aitana's thigh, inching closer to her each time you move your hand.

You can feel her breath get heavier when you put your palm over her whilst you drive through the surprisingly empty streets.

"Shit..please, come on-" She whines out and you smirk.

You pull your hand away and are pleased when she looks displeased.

"Fuck you," She fires out and you laugh.

Eventually, you make it to your apartment. You park the car in the parking garage and fumble in the elevator a bit, your hands reaching into Aitana's underwear for a brief moment and hers pulling your hair hard.

"Fuck,"

You unoccupied hand files to her wrist, trying to pry her off your hair whilst circling her clit with your other hand. She moans and her grip only gets stronger.

"Let go, you little gremlin," You gasp out when she pulls on your hair again.

Then you notice that she's smirking and you let go of her wrist to grip her face.

"What's so funny, huh?"

She pulls your hair back hard making you tilt your head and you can't help but moan.

"Just you, carino," She giggles.

Not soon after the elevator dings and you are forced to break apart so that you can walk to your apartment.

It's small and modestly furnished, you'd normally give a tour to new friends but Aitana isn't a friend and you don't have the time for tours.

So instead you push her up against the door and get on your knees, loving the needy look on her face.

The morning after hits you like a bus. You wake up feeling every muscle in your body and the memories of last night are vivid in your mind but you also notice that the space next to you is now empty.

You groan and turn over, you hadn't been expecting her to stay but you secretly hoped she would.

A few minutes later you tumble out of bed and into the kitchen where a note hangs on the fridge.

'Thanks, baby, see you next time ;)'

The spelling is horrible and the winky face makes you want to throw it into the bin and forget this whole thing ever happened but instead you put it on the counter and re-read it a few times. Just for good measure but also to calm your heart.

You see Aitana a couple of times over since then and before the end of the year.

The first is the Ballon d'or ceremony in October.

After the awards and Aitana's expected Ballon d'or win, you end up in bed with her sleeping soundly next to you.

The night had been just as tiring as it had been pleasurable, yet you could not seem to fall asleep. Instead, you stare at Aitana's back, admiring the form in the moonlight of the slightly open curtains.

You reach out and trace down her back, fingertips lightly grazing her skin and only briefly stop when she stirs.

Over the past few months, you had realised that as much as she frustrated and annoyed you, she also brought you the most comfort you had felt in a while.

You shuffle forwards to wrap your arms around her waist and bury your face in her neck, it's not long after that sleep finds you and you no longer have to think about whatever this is.

You wake up to an empty bed and a note: 'Thank you for the celebration, until next time, my darling ;)'

Her spelling had not gotten better and the winky face still annoyed you but you fold it up anyways and add it to the other one when you get back home.

Your heart still aches like it had at night and you wonder whether this is all worth it.

The next few times you see her you begin to realise that somewhere this whole thing turned into something else without you even knowing.

You meet in Barcelona frequently now, with you staying at Aitana's apartment more than any hotel.

But the strangest part is that it's no longer about just sex- instead you go out on walks along the beach and talk about anything but football till the sun sets and it gets dark.

She cooks for you and you sometimes help when she lets you, you do your laundry with hers at her house when you stay for a few days and it turns so domestic so quickly.

The harsh kisses turn into slow make outs on the sofa with Friends playing in the background and ignore all the feelings you have just to spend that little bit longer with her.

Yet, all good things come to an end and Barcelona flights become few and far between when the season starts up again after winter break.

So you learn to savour whatever you can get.

It's a January evening the next time you see Aitana.

You have your arms wrapped around her as she's sprawled out across the sofa watching some Spanish show that you don't understand so instead you watch her.

You've made this a habit, watching her when she's not looking, trying to memorise each feature of her face and you know it's not quite what you class as causal.

"What?" Aitana snaps you out of your daydream.

"Nothing," You try to brush her off.

"Tell me," She insists and you feel yourself getting closer to breaking.

"Really, it's nothing-"

"I want to know,"

You sigh, this was probably a long time coming and you should have said it when whatever this 'thing' with Aitana started to become more and more.. different than what it began as.

"When did this stop being casual?"

Aitana snaps her head to you but doesn't say anything so you continue.

"When did we start to basically... live together in the off season? What are we doing, Aitana?"

She doesn't respond and you sigh because you know you're a fool to expect anything else when this is all it probably was.

You try to stand so you can leave but she grabs a hold of your wrist.

"I.. I don't know but... I- I do not want to stop this,"

You sigh because that's all you can do as she continues.

"I miss you... when you are gone.. and- and I do not want to end this, I want you.. a lot and always- I like- us,"

You want to smile but instead you lean forwards to capture Aitana's lips and you feel her smile instead.

A label wasn't what you were after, it was the confirmation that she needed this as much as you.

You realise when you settle on the sofa with her laying on top of you with that same show in the background. That maybe love is found in the strangest of circumstances and maybe, just maybe, rivals do make the best lovers?