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get yourself a girl who can do both: patri guijarro (wedding edition)

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Stuck with you - part 14

Summary: Y/n’s used to Alexia’s overprotectiveness and the pressure of her career—but Kika? The shy, socially awkward teammate who’s starting to make her feel things she didn’t expect.

Warnings: kiss kiss kiss this is all I'm gonna say.

Word count: 4.6k

a/n: this chapter is all about Kika and Y/n <3

This is a triple update, make sure to read part 12 and part 13 first!

..

The game against Portugal wasn't heated. It was nothing like the one against Belgium.

Y/n didn't know why, but she was certainly more nervous during this game than she was against Belgium, maybe because this time she was on a pitch with Kika. And for the first time Y/n could remember, they were on separate teams. 

The grass on the pitch was still slightly wet from the rain. Y/n liked that smell, but she didn't enjoy how slippery it was to dribble (and how easily dirty her kit got). She could hear the sound of the fans chanting, a mix of Portuguese and Spanish that filled the stadium.

Y/n was playing as a defender, as always; Kika was playing as a forward. It was a rather interesting dynamic.

It was embarrassing how flushed Y/n got every time she got closer to Kika, how her heart beat faster whenever she tried to take the ball from Kika's feet.  She was blaming it on adrenaline, not love; never on love.

She also blamed adrenaline when Kika lost an opportunity to shoot and lifted the hem of her shirt and put it over her face in frustration, showing her very beautiful, very tan abdomen. 

Alexia had to elbow her in the ribs to get her back in the game, muttering something under her breath that Y/n pretended not to hear, but she was sure it was something about 'getting her head in the game'.

Y/n was right in front of Cata, standing in her position when Kika and another player came running in their direction. 

The sound of boots on grass was growing louder, the Spanish fans screaming for the defenders to do something. 

Y/n was used to Kika now, she could read her body language during a game, she noticed how she looked at her right side, and that she slightly shifted her shoulders, which meant she was going to shoot.

And she did, but Y/n was faster and, with a header, she took the ball away from their goal area.

There was a satisfying thud of the ball against her forehead, and then, for a brief moment, Y/n felt dizzy; she couldn't quite see what was in front of her, but then, in a matter of seconds, everything became clear again.

She saw how Kika rolled her eyes at her, but Y/n couldn't help but have the slightest smile on her lips. Y/n felt happy; she felt like she was in her element again.

In the end, Spain won. Y/n didn't stay on the pitch to commemorate. 

The sounds of the crowd felt distant and smaller as her ankle, the one she had twisted during the training session yesterday, sent sharp pain up her as she sat on the pitch. 

Y/n thought it was nothing, her physiotherapist yesterday told her it was nothing, but maybe she had overdone herself.

She thought about not telling anyone, but the last time she did that, things didn't work out. She got into a fight with Alexia, Olga, and, most important of all, with Kika.

That's why, while everyone was exchanging shirts and talking with the players from the Portuguese team, Y/n was sitting on the grass while the physiotherapist turned her ankle left and right.

"Does it hurt when I do this?" Ricardo asked, his hands firm around her ankle.

"No," Y/n answered as she kept her eyes on the field, watching as Kika picked Aitana up in celebration, both of them laughing.

The sight made her feel warm inside, and she smiled. "I can turn it just fine, but it hurts when I run."

Ricardo hummed. Y/n could see he was thinking. "What about when you walk?"

"It doesn't hurt, but it doesn't feel normal either," Y/n explained as she drank her Gatorade, eyes still very much glued on Kika. 

Ricardo put a spray on her ankle–Y/n didn't know what it was, but it had a sharp mint smell to it. It was cold too, which wasn't nice, considering her skin was still wet from the grass.

"I still stand by what I said yesterday," Ricardo said as he took an ice bag and put it over her ankle. Now Y/n felt even colder.

"It's probably nothing, but I think we should have left you on the bench today. I feel like your ligaments are slightly inflamed."

"Is that bad?" Y/n asked, for the first time, looking at Ricardo instead of Kika. She didn't like how the word inflamed sounded; she didn't want to be benched–she still had a season she needed to play.

"It can get bad," Ricardo told her. "We'll give you some anti-inflammatory, yeah? We'll notify Barcelona, you'll probably have to do some physio sessions instead of training, but I don't think you'll miss any games."

"Ugh," Y/n groaned as she placed her hands over her face, forgetting that they were on the grass seconds ago; she probably had grass on her forehead now. "Not another injury."

"Not an injury, champ," Ricardo said, patting Y/n's back as he stood up. "An injury is a torn ligament, a shredded muscle or a broken bone; you got none of these."

"If I have to do physio," Y/n said, accepting Ricardo's hand and getting on her two feet, "then it's an injury."

"Don't act like you don't like the massages," he teased as he took his bag and walked towards the other staff.

Y/n looked at her teammates, still on the pitch in small groups, then at Kika, who was now talking with some of the Portuguese players. 

Y/n decided to just go towards the locker room without her teammates. She was going to meet Kika afterwards and didn't want them to see her leaving.

She had already talked to Jana earlier, leaving her locker unlocked and her training bag ready to go so Jana could take it on the bus with her.

Y/n changed out of her kit; her ankle wasn't bothering her so much anymore, maybe the spray helped somehow.

Then she took a hot shower, letting the water wash away the grass stains on her arms and legs. The locker room was still quiet. She couldn't hear the girls, so they were still probably on the pitch, probably for another twenty minutes at least.

She quickly put on a clean shirt and shorts, drying her hair with a towel before she left the locker room. 

As soon as she turned left in the corridor, the sound of her teammates' voices echoed off. Y/n heard Alexia's laugh, and then Aitana's voice.Y/n kept going so they wouldn't see her.

She was right on time to meet Kika.

..

Y/n hesitated outside the Portuguese locker room, her shoes clicking nervously against the floor. She didn't like to stand still for long–her body got fidgety–so she tried to look around, seeing if she could find something to distract herself.

The Portuguese stadium was very different from the one she played at in Spain. Y/n had been here before, years ago, when she was sixteen, playing in the Nations League. 

She had collided with a German player whose name she couldn't remember now. She ended up with five stitches in the infirmary. It had hurt like hell, but she had gotten a cool scar out of it.

If she wasn't mistaken, the infirmary was the first door after the janitor's closet. Y/n wasn't sure if they had changed things around, but given the condition of the stadium, things were still very much the same.

Y/n was looking at a spiderweb when a few Portuguese players emerged from their locker room.

They were wearing their national jerseys and carrying their bags. Y/n waved an awkward goodbye; she even smiled at the one player she recognised from other matches.

But what struck her as odd was how some players she didn't know well were looking at her with weird expressions on their faces. 

They would stare at her for a moment, then their faces would change, as if recognising her.

But it wasn't just "Oh, I know who she is". It was more like "Oh! I know who she is," which made Y/n wonder if maybe Kika had talked about her with her teammates.

Y/n wasn't sure what Kika could possibly say. They were–at the end of the day–nothing more than teammates, and on some good days, friends.

Although Y/n wanted to change that very soon.

As the Portuguese players walked past her, she realised it was a bit odd that she was standing there, in a corner of the stadium, just watching the door to another team's locker room. 

She shouldn't be, not really.

Her stuff was already packed on the team bus. Jana already knew her plan. But Kika had asked to speak with her privately, and Y/n just couldn't let this go. 

She had talked things through with Alexia about their problems; she should come clean with Kika as well.

Y/n had already talked to Kika about the kiss, so maybe this conversation wasn't going to be so hard. At least that's what she hoped for.

Now that the game was over, and now that she had already talked with Kika in the bathroom, Y/n felt like she was in a good mood.

For some reason, she was feeling confident, like she could open her mouth and talk rather than just sounding like an idiot.

Y/n waited a few more minutes, and when she saw that no other players were coming out, she took a step forward toward the door, then another, until she was facing it. 

She took a deep breath and pushed through the wooden door.

The locker room was dimly lit; most of the lights were already switched off.

The first thing Y/n saw when she walked in was Kika. 

She was shirtless.

She was standing in front of what Y/n assumed was her locker, wearing only her sports bra and shorts. Her jersey was neatly folded on the bench.

Y/n's brain took some time to process that.

She stood silent for seconds, watching Kika's back. 

She was beautiful, her skin was tan, her hair was down her back, no longer in that ponytail from the match. 

She had a tattoo, Y/n noticed. It was faded, as if she'd gotten it as a teenager. Back in Barcelona, Y/n had seen Kika in training tops, but she'd never had the courage to look at her body without feeling nervous.

But now that it was just them, Y/n felt like she could look. Really look.

"Hi," Y/n said, walking toward Kika. "Sorry, I came in…I didn't know if I should knock?"

Kika's head snapped up, surprise flickering across her face.

"Oh!" Kika smiled at her. "Oh yeah, it's okay! Sorry I took so long, I didn't know if you would actually come, and then there was this weird knot in my boots that I couldn't undo–"

"It's okay," Y/n paused, unsure what to do in the middle of the foreign room, unsure what to say to Kika, who felt so familiar yet so strange. "I was just… looking at the spiders in the corner of the corridor."

Y/n felt stupid for saying that.

Kika's expression softened. "How many are there?"

"Two," Y/n answered, hesitantly.

"That's a good number."

"I think so, too."

There was a comfortable silence between them. Y/n decided to break it.

"How was playing here again?" Y/n asked. "This is Benfica's stadium, right?"

"Yes, it brings up a lot of memories," Kika said in a nostalgic tone. She sat on the bench, putting her jersey, still folded, on her lap. "It was good to meet some of my old teammates and friends, too. I missed them a lot."

Y/n's mind went immediately to the girl from the Instagram post. She knew the girl wasn't a player, but she wondered if she was among the girls Kika missed.

Y/n realised she hoped Kika missed her, as well.

"I'll introduce you to them," Kika said.

"Oh," Y/n said, "That would be nice."

"Here–" Kika said, offering the jersey to Y/n. "I don't know if you want it, but I thought we might exchange our shirts?"

Y/n took the jersey from Kika's hands, and for a second, their fingers touched. Y/n didn't want to pull away, but she did. "Thank you. I'll give you mine once we're back in Barcelona."

"You're welcome," Kika said gently. "And it's okay, I'll hold you to it, though."

"I'm good at keeping my word," Y/n smiled, then she lifted her pinky finger, and Kika intertwined hers with Y/n's. "I promise."

"Do you have some time now?" Kika asked. "Or do you have to catch the bus right away?"

Y/n opened her mouth, then closed it. She had planned to talk to Kika first, and then she would see if the bus was still waiting for her. If it were, then she would go with them.

But right now she was with Kika, and Kika didn't seem in a rush, so Y/n wasn't in a rush either.

"No," Y/n said. "I told them they could go without me."

Kika tilted her head. "Oh really? How are you getting back?"

Y/n moved her hands anxiously. "Um... Uber? You have Uber in Portugal, right?"

Kika smiled, as if Y/n were a funny kid. "Yeah, we do…but we have trams. They are better, and the view is prettier, too."

"I'll take one of those, then," Y/n said, leaning against the bench more.

"Good, I'll go with you." Kika smiled. "How was your camp?"

Y/n was trying very hard to keep her eyes on Kika's face and not look down at her chest, which was still covered in only her sports bra.

Y/n didn't know how to answer Kika's question.

Her camp had been hard. 

She had met her old crush again, realised she felt nothing for her anymore because she was in love with Kika. Then she had forgiven her friends, forgiven Alexia, then argued with her, and then decided she was going to move out.

And now she was here with Kika again. It was a lot, and Y/n realised she felt a bit overwhelmed by all of it.

"Hey," Y/n felt warmth on her hand; it was Kika's. "Are you okay? You seem a bit off."

"Oh no," Y/n said, "I'm okay, just... lots of stuff happened during camp."

She didn't lie.

"Maybe you can tell me about it during our tram ride?" Kika offered, giving Y/n a side smile that made her want to squeeze the Portuguese girl into a hug.

"I would love that," Y/n nodded.

"Great, just let me change out of these clothes and then we'll go."

For a moment, a very fast moment, Y/n thought Kika was going to undress right there, in front of her. Her hope ended when Kika took her bag and went into one of the bathroom stalls.

Y/n felt like an idiot. Of course, she wouldn't get naked in front of her. Why would she do that?

Then, in a few minutes, Kika was back. She wasn't wearing her kit anymore; she was wearing a Portuguese shirt and pants, with some cool Nike shoes.

"Ready?" Kika asked.

Y/n nodded, standing and following Kika toward the exit. But when Kika reached for the handle and turned it, nothing happened.

She frowned and tried again, putting more force behind it.

Still nothing.

"What's wrong?" Y/n asked, stepping closer.

"The door... It's not opening." Kika jiggled the handle more frenetically. "It feels like it's stuck from the outside."

Y/n felt something in her chest, and then her stomach felt weird, as if it was slowly twisting around itself.

"Let me try," Y/n said in a faux-brave voice. "Maybe–"

She grabbed the handle and threw her weight behind it, turning and pushing simultaneously. The door didn't budge; it didn't even move an inch.

"Shit," Y/n breathed, and Kika heard something different in her voice.

"Hey, it's okay," Kika said quickly. She saw how Y/n had stepped back from the door, her breathing getting a little shallower. 

"These old stadiums, sometimes the doors just stick, it happened to me once or twice... the humidity makes these wood swell and–"

"We're stuck," Y/n interrupted, and now Kika could hear the edge of panic creeping in.

The walls of the locker room suddenly felt closer. Y/n's eyes darted around the room. 

There were absolutely no windows, just concrete walls. Some of the lights were off, making the room feel darker, and the air felt thick, harder to breathe.

Y/n tightened her hands into fists, feeling the way her nails were cutting into her skin.

"Y/n?" Kika's voice seemed to come from very far away. "Hey, look at me."

But Y/n was backing away from the door, her chest rising and falling too quickly. 

The room was spinning slightly. Y/n was going to die–she was sure she was going to die here in this room.

There wasn't enough air, and there weren't any sunrays. 

There was nothing. 

Y/n wished there were spiders to count, but there weren't any spider webs in the locker room, as if the arachnids sensed they shouldn't come in.

Maybe Y/n shouldn't have come in either.

"I can't–I need to get out. I need to get out right now." Y/n's voice was getting higher, more strained as she turned to the door again and tried to open it with more force. "Mierda, It doesn't–"

Kika immediately understood what was happening. She had seen anxiety attacks before, but never from Y/n. She didn't know the girl was afraid of enclosed spaces.

"Okay, okay," Kika said, her voice calm and steady. "We're going to get out. I promise you. But right now, I need you to breathe with me, alright? Just deep breaths"

"There's no air," Y/n said in a low voice. "There's not enough air."

"There is," Kika said calmly. "There's an airway to your right, there's enough air for both of us."

Y/n shook her head frantically. "The door won't open, Kika." Y/n pulled at the door handle again, as if to make a point. 

"What if it never opens? What if we're stuck here and no one knows where we are and–"

"Y/n." Kika stepped closer, gently placing her hand over Y/n's fists, which were wrapped around the door handle. She tried to guide the girl away from the door. "Can you tell me five things you can see?"

"What?" Y/n's eyes were wide and confused. "No, stop it, let's find a way out and–"

"Five things you can see. Right now. In this room." Kika said more sternly.

"I–this doesn't work with me," Y/n said, looking from Kika to the door, then to their hands together, and then to Kika again. "This thing."

"Just try, please," Kika said. "I'll start–I see you."

Y/n took a deep breath. She was going to do this just for Kika.

"I see the bench and the lockers." She turned her head, feeling confused, feeling trapped. "I see the lightbulb and there's dirt on the floor and a water bottle–I don't know if somebody forgot it there or–"

"Eyes on me," Kika said, taking Y/n's hand and gently guiding her to the bench, trying to take her away from the door to see if she could focus on something else.

Y/n did what she was told, looking at Kika's warm brown eyes. "I see you and your shirt and–"

"Perfect. Now, four things you can touch."

Y/n's hands were shaking, but she reached for the bench beside her. 

"The bench and it's cold." Her other hand stretched out so she could touch the locker. "The locker, it's also cold, umm..." She touched her own shirt, then hesitantly reached for Kika's hand. "Your hand, i-it's warm."

Kika squeezed gently. "Good, yeah."

Y/n took a deep breath, then another. She looked for the airway Kika had told her about, and it was there.

Kika wasn't lying.

They weren't going to suffocate. Y/n breathed in and out again, and then a second time. 

Y/n was feeling more at ease now, a little more grounded. 

She tried telling Kika that she didn't want to do the rest of the exercises anymore, but she insisted.

"There are only three exercises left, okay?" Kika said, her hand never leaving Y/n's. "Fala pra mim, linda, three things you can hear." Her thumb brushed her skin sweetly.

Y/n didn't understand what Kika had told her in Portuguese, but she didn't want to ask what it meant now.

In the end, she just Y/n agreed. Her heart was beating a bit faster still, but the air didn't feel as thick as before.

Kika's touch made Y/n feel dizzy. She liked the touching; she liked it when Kika touched her. "I can hear my voice, um, your voice and my breathing?"

"You are right," Kika nodded. "What are two things you can smell?" 

Y/n's hand went to Kika's hair. She noticed how Kika's body stilled before relaxing. Y/n took a strand of hair into her hand. "I smell your shampoo and your body spray."

Y/n was slowly coming down, slowly realising that she had had an anxiety attack right in front of Kika. 

She would feel embarrassed if they weren't so close–were they this close all the time?

Y/n hadn't noticed it before, but now that they were, she felt her breathing unsteady again, but for different reasons.

"Can you name me one thing you can taste?" Kika asked.

Kika looked so pretty in front of her. Her voice was so sweet, her skin looked so soft, her brown eyes so welcoming. Y/n had really missed Kika.

Y/n hesitated.

She tasted her own mouth, her own saliva. But it wasn't enough.

In a bold move, Y/n opened her mouth, feeling her heart hammering against her chest.

"Can I kiss you?"

Y/n watched as Kika opened her mouth and widened her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed now, and Y/n could bet her own cheeks were also red.

It felt like a minute had passed, and then Kika leaned her body closer to Y/n, a shy smile on her face.

"Yes, kiss me. Please."

Y/n smiled, feeling a wave of calmness running through her body. She cupped Kika's cheek, bringing her closer until their lips were touching.

This time, neither of them was wearing gloss or lip balm. They were completely bare, touching and tasting each other's lips.

Kika adjusted herself so she was sitting closer now, her hands hesitating before placing them on Y/n's hips. Y/n, very shyly, tried to deepen the kiss, slipping her tongue into Kika's mouth, who accepted it.

Y/n broke the kiss when she felt like there wasn't enough air in her lungs. 

She looked down, seeing how close they were, how Kika's hands were still on her hips, how warm she was against Y/n's body.

Kika pecked Y/n's lips, which caught her by surprise, but she welcomed it.

"Better?" Kika asked softly.

Y/n nodded, slightly embarrassed, slightly happy.

"Yeah... sorry. I don't usually freak out like this. I mean, I can handle small spaces most of the time, but when I can't get out..."

"Don't apologise. It's okay." Kika's thumb brushed against Y/n's palm. "I don't like the idea of being stuck here, too–well, I actually don't mind being stuck with you."

Y/n looked at Kika and smiled.

"I wish I were romantic and could say I don't mind being here," then she looked around. "But I'm honestly terrified."

Kika laughed. "Don't worry, the cleaning crew has to come through here eventually. They always clean the locker rooms after the matches."

"How long do you think?" Y/n asked, and she hated how small her voice was.

"Not long," Kika promised. "Maybe thirty minutes or something."

Y/n didn't like how long thirty minutes sounded. 

If she were in a good state of mind, all she would be thinking about would be how she had kissed Kika and how they were holding hands.

But they were still stuck, and for Y/n's brain, that meant danger.

Y/n closed her eyes and leaned forward, resting her forehead against Kika's shoulder. "Can you talk? Please? About anything? I'm nervous, I don't like it."

Kika's heart beat faster with the gesture. "Of course."

So Kika talked about everything and anything.

She talked about the match they had just played, about the goal she had scored and about some great defences Y/n had made. 

She talked about her childhood in Portugal with her sister Rita, about when they tried to bake a cake for her grandmother's birthday once, but it didn't work out because they forgot the flour.

She talked about everything except how good Y/n felt leaning against her. 

How something warm and hot ran through her body when Y/n kissed her, about how she wanted to do that, and so many other things with Y/n.

She didn't talk about how she had enjoyed the way Y/n kissed her at the charade games. 

She knew Y/n didn't appreciate the kiss because it didn't happen for the right reasons.

She also didn't talk about how awful it was not to talk to Y/n for so many weeks.

She didn't talk about how she appreciated that the doors to the locker room were never changed, because they were the reason she got to stay alone with Y/n. 

They were the reason they had kissed again.

After what felt like hours (but it was only about ten minutes), they heard noises coming through the door.

"Hello?" Kika called out, and Y/n's head shot up. "We're stuck in here!"

The voices got closer, and soon they could hear someone working at the door from the outside. 

There were some more noises on the door, some muttered Portuguese words, and then suddenly the door swung open.

The janitor stood there. "What are you two doing here?"

Y/n practically ran for the open door; she even hugged the janitor, who looked at her confused.

Y/n looked at the corridor, a happy smile on her face.

 Her brain wasn't in fight-or-flight mode anymore. She could breathe, she could see the sun, she could smell fresh air. She wasn't stuck anymore.

Kika thanked the janitor and walked up to Y/n, who turned around.

"Hi," Y/n said for the third time that day.

"Hi, there," Kika said. "Feeling better?"

Y/n nodded. "I'm sorry again."

Kika tilted her head, feeling a mix of something in her chest. "For the kiss?"

Y/n was silent. She looked down at her feet, then at Kika's eyes. "No, not for the kiss."

Kika smirked and leaned down, taking Y/n's jaw into her hands and kissing her, her hands staying very respectfully at her waist.

Now that Kika had another taste, she wasn't sure how she was supposed to go back to being just teammates.

Maybe there wasn't going back now.

..

a/n: THEY KISSEDDDD

:D

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Stuck with you - part 13

Summary: Y/n’s used to Alexia’s overprotectiveness and the pressure of her career, but Kika? The shy, socially awkward teammate who’s starting to make her feel things she didn’t expect.

Warnings: Kika and yn aren't so dumb anymore; Jana is a good friend, and Y/n is still attached to her logic napkin

Word count: 5.1K

a/n: this is a triple update! Make sure to read Part 12 first! Part 14 will come out soon. Also, I don't know why the pictures look so low quality, sorry about that.

..

The Spanish squad didn't stay in Spain for much longer. The next morning, they all took a flight to Portugal, heading to the next friendly of FIFA's international break. Y/n didn't get to think much about what going to Portugal meant because she slept the whole flight.

She was in the middle seat, between Vicky and Jana, and of course, the two girls couldn't help themselves. While Y/n was sleeping, they took a very unflattering picture of her.

When Y/n woke up hours later (because someone was kicking her seat), both Vicky and Jana had very sweet and angelic expressions on their faces. Y/n had seen those faces before. 

Usually, right after they had done something that would make her want to strangle them. They were guilty about something.

"What?" Y/n turned to Vicky, her voice still thick with sleep.

"What what?" Vicky replied, blinking with the most innocent eyes ever.

Y/n knew that look very well. 

It was the same look Vicky had when she had accidentally told the media the lineup for the final of the Copa de La reina last season. The same look when she took the last bottle of Gatorade from the cooler during the hottest day of the summer and hid it because she didn't want to share.

Then Y/n turned to Jana. "What did you guys do to me?"

Jana had her earbuds on, her head bobbing to whatever music was playing, completely ignoring the world around her. Y/n also knew this was a rather classic Jana move when she was guilty; she used music so she didn't have to interact with others.

"Oh, hello sleeping beauty," she said with a smirk when she finally noticed Y/n glaring at her.

Y/n has the confirmation she needed by the tone in Jana's voice. 

She felt her stomach drop as she grabbed her phone with shaky hands and opened the camera, checking if they had drawn horns on her face again (it wouldn't be the first time). 

The screen showed her reflection; her hair was messy, there were marks on her cheek from sleeping, but no horns. Actually, there was no drawing made with lipstick or pens at all.

That should have felt reassuring, but it wasn't, not when it came to Vicky and Jana. Everything made sense when Y/n saw a notification shining right in the middle of her screen.

' Janafernandez3 tagged you '

"No," Y/n whispered, looking at Jana with a look that screamed betrayal. "You did not."

"Oh, but I did," Jana grinned.

Y/n rolled her eyes as she unlocked her phone. 

She wasn't surprised when she saw it: a picture of herself sleeping, her mouth was just slightly open, her hair was as messy as it was right now, if not worse. She was completely ridiculous.

"Delete it," Y/n said grumply as she shoved the phone toward Jana. "Right now."

"Nope," Jana replied. "This is my comeback for when I fell in the pile of mud in La Masia and you posted it and you tagged Barcelona's Instagram."

"I was fourteen!" Y/n said exasperatedly. 

"My brother still calls me montón de barro" [heap of mud], Jana said, deadpanned.

"Jana, I'm serious–"

"If I told you Kika replied to the story calling you cute," Jana interrupted, "would you still want me to delete it? Or not" 

Jana had that voice tone that told Y/n she already knew the answer to the question, and Y/n hated to be so predictable.

Suddenly, the aeroplane felt too small for all of them. It felt like Y/n's heart forgot how to beat normally whenever someone mentioned Kika's name, as if the word Kika triggered her brain's sympathetic nervous system.

Y/n felt her hands sweating against her phone, her thumb leaving a mark on the black screen. 

And this was exactly why she didn't let herself think about Kika too much, because her body couldn't function the way it should if Kika was on her mind.

That's why she slept almost the whole flight to Portugal, because she didn't want to think, but now it felt like she was being forced to do it.

"What?!" Y/n managed to say after what felt like long hours of silence. "W-what do you mean?"

"You're saying 'what' a lot," Vicky chimed in. "Did you leave your entire vocabulary in Belgium?"

"I wish I had left you in Belgium," Y/n shot back, but her voice didn't have its usual bite, because all her attention focused on Jana. 

"What do you mean Kika called me cute? Are you messing with me? Because that would be really, really cruel, even for you." The desperation in her own voice made her cringe.

She sounded pathetic. After Kika got into her life, it felt like everything Y/n did or felt was pathetic.

Jana's expression softened slightly. "I'm not messing with you, tonta. I'm funny and witty, not cruel."

Yeah, Jana was kind of right. Jana was Y/n's most honest friend; she was one of the only girls who didn't participate actively in that orchestrated plan to bring Y/n and Kika together.

Y/n watched (barely breathing) as Jana unlocked her phone and opened her Instagram. 

Her DMs showed Kika's name at the top, and it even had that green dot in the corner of Kika's name, which meant she was online right now. 

Kika was probably scrolling through Instagram normally and casually while Y/n sat in an aeroplane, miles and miles from the ground.

"Go on," Jana encouraged, handing over the phone. "Read it, but don't react to anything; this conversation was like…hours ago. If you do it, she'll think I'm re-reading the conversation."

Y/n's fingers felt a little numb as she took the phone. She stared at Jana one last time before looking down at the screen.

Kika replied to the story: She looks cute when she's sleeping, don't give her a hard time, haha.

Jana: She's tired because she almost got a red in the last game :p.

Kika:  I support her rights and her wrongs.

Jana: Of course you do ;)

Kika: Don't wink face me.

Jana: Too late.

Y/n read it once. Then twice. And then a third time just to make sure her dyslexia wasn't messing with her brain, but no. The words didn't change, they were clearly there, although her brain kept insisting she was seeing things that weren't true.

Kika had called her cute. She really did, it was there, right in front of Y/n.

Okay, maybe if Kika had called her cute, maybe she wasn't dating anyone? 

Maybe that girl was really just a friend? 

"She called me cute," Y/n whispered, it was mostly to herself, but the girls around her heard her too. 

"Yeah," Jana nodded, watching Y/n's face carefully. "Cute," Jana stated the word, as if to make sure it would sink into Y/n's brain.

"CUTE!" Vicky practically shouted from her seat, which made some players turn their heads toward them. Alexia, Irene and Leila were among the players who turned and were now watching the girls.

Y/n could see they were ready to ask what was happening, but they looked too tired to interact with the younger players–las nenas, as they called them–so they turned their attention back to what they were doing.

"Wait, why are we talking about cute things?" Vicky asked, confused.

"Kika called Y/n cute," Jana explained in a low voice to Vicky, putting her face right in front of Y/n, as if she wasn't there. "I posted that picture you took, and she replied to my story."

Vicky's face lit up instantly, a smile growing on her face. Y/n could count all of her teeth.

"OH MY GOD! This is huge! This is like... like when someone likes an old Instagram picture." Vicky began counting on her fingers. "--or when somebody gives you the last biscuit on the package, or even better–when someone lends you their shin pads because you forgot yours! It means something!"

"Does it, though? Does it really mean something?" Y/n asked, interrupting the girl. "What if she was just being nice?"

"She didn't have to reply to the picture," Jana said as if it was obvious. "She did it because she wanted to–that means something."

"Now you need to repost the picture!" Vicky declared quickly, grabbing Y/n's arms with enthusiasm. "Like…right now!"

"I... what?" Y/n blinked, suddenly feeling overwhelmed under Jana's and Vicky's gaze. "Why would I do that?"

"Because–" Jana explained, taking her phone back. "If she replied to my story, she might reply to yours, too. And then you'll have a conversation starter, you know?"

"But what if she doesn't reply?" Y/n questioned. "It would be kind of sad, wouldn't it? What would it mean if she just looked at it and moved on with her day?"

Vicky and Jana exchanged looks that seemed like they were communicating telepathically.

"If that happened, it would mean…" Vicky finally stated, "that she's nervous to talk to you directly."

Y/n's face fell. "Oh yeah, that would be bad–"

"But that's GOOD!" Vicky interrupted Y/n, throwing her hands up. "If she's nervous, it means she cares about your opinion. It means you matter to her."

Y/n tilted her head, genuinely confused. "I don't think that makes any sense."

Jana wrapped her arm around Y/n's shoulder, and for a moment, Y/n felt like a little kid being comforted after losing a Little League game.

"It doesn't make sense to you because you aren't in touch with our feelings," Jana said quietly. "But some of us actually know how crushes work."

Y/n rolled her eyes. "Don't say crush, it makes me sound like a teenager."

"You do have a teen at the end of your age," Vicky said as if just stating a fact. "nine-teen."

"And you just left La Masia two seasons ago," Y/n shot back, but it didn't have any mean tone to it. "You are more of a kid than I am."

"Well," Vicky lifted her eyebrows. "I'm a kid who has more emotional intelligence in her pinky finger than you have in your entire body."

Y/n was ready to talk back, but Vicky was faster.

"Just...trust us, yeah?" She placed her hand on top of Y/n's palm "Just this once."

Y/n looked between her two friends–really looked at them. It felt weird taking advice from people her age. Normally, Y/n would just do whatever she thought was right, or go to Aleixa or Olga, who looked older, wiser.

But right now her friend looked optimistic, the kind of optimism that was only truly evident in young people who still believed wholeheartedly that everything was going to be okay at the end.

Y/n never felt like that. But right now she wanted to. So she trusted her friends.

"Ugh," Y/n groaned as she covered her face with her hands. "Fine…okay. I'll repost that stupid picture."

Jana lifted her arms in victory. "Yes! See? I told you–emotionally intelligent!"

The pilot's voice went through the intercom and interrupted Jana's commemoration.

"We will be beginning our descent into Lisbon in about fifteen minutes, please turn off all electronic devices."

"Do it now!" Vicky urged as she pointed at Y/n's phone. "Before we land and you lose your mind completely."

"Okay, okay," Y/n muttered, taking her phone back. She opened Instagram and found Jana's story, then she clicked on to repost it to her own story.

Then she stared at the screen, her finger kept hovering over the 'share' button.

"I can't," she said, looking at her friends with genuine panic. "I'm scared."

"Do it scared," Vicky replied. "Come on…sometimes the best things happen when we're terrified. Go on."

Y/n took a deep breath, then she hit 'share' and immediately threw the phone at Vicky, like she couldn't even look at it.

"There! It's done! I don't want to see it, I don't want to know if anyone replies, I just want to pretend this never happened!" 

Y/n took her own headphones and put them on her head.

They didn't have any music on it, it wasn't even connected to anything, she just wanted to pretend she wasn't on a plane, she wanted to pretend she wasn't expecting some sort of interaction between her and Kika.

Vicky caught the phone and tucked it into her pocket.

Jana was smiling. "Too late for that, amiga. Now we just need to wait and see what happens."

As the plane began its descent toward Lisbon's airport, Y/n tried not to think about the fact that somewhere below them, Kika might be looking at that ridiculous picture of her sleeping.

 That she might be thinking about replying, or worse, that she might have just looked at it and ignored it completely.

Y/n was going to delete her Instagram as soon as she landed.

She was also probably going to throw up, too.

..

Y/n, Salma, Jana and Vicky were lying on the beds in the hotel room, two on each mattress. They had just arrived at the hotel, and just like in Belgium, they had thirty minutes to spare before their next training session.

They were waiting for the van to pick the team up and drive them to the training centre. Y/n didn't know where the training centre in Lisbon was; she wondered if it was the same one the Portuguese national team used.

It was common for different teams to share the same training grounds; they just booked different times. Most of the time, one squad would take the morning shift and the other would take the afternoon. If that were the case, the Spanish girls would be training in the afternoon.

Y/n was looking at the ceiling, the white, boring ceiling.

"They could have painted it off-white," Salma murmured next to her. "It's just...white."

"What about a cream colour?" Vicky commented. "That would be nice."

"I like white," Jana said. "It's easier to picture stuff when you're looking at something white."

Y/n turned to her. "Why would you want to picture something when you're looking at a wall?"

"Sometimes when you're bored," Jana said, "it's the only thing you can do."

"I guess you're right," Y/n agreed in the end.

The girls continued to look at the white ceiling. They looked… spiritless, maybe that's what a 6-hour flight did to you.

Y/n wasn't bored because she felt like her mind was going a million miles an hour.

Kika had replied to her story. 

But Y/n didn't dare to open it and read it. She didn't know why. 

If Kika had bothered to comment on something, it was probably something nice, she wouldn't reply to Y/n's stories to call her...ugly or something bad, right?

Y/n let out a loud breath. Then she looked at her watch. They had twenty minutes until the van came. 

Maybe she could look at what Kika had replied, or else she would spend the whole training wondering.

"I'm going to wait in the lobby," Y/n said, getting up from the bed. She wanted to be alone while she read the message; she didn't want the vulture eyes of her friends.

Her teammates were so disinterested in–Y/n wasn't sure–life, that they barely acknowledged her. They just shared a small "alright" as Y/n walked through the door.

When Y/n got to the lobby, she sat on one of the sofas near the entrance. And then, with all the courage she had left, she opened her Instagram and clicked on the DMs. And there was Kika's message.

Kika replied to the story: I can't see that Jana's still a danger to people who are sleeping.

Y/n read it once, then twice. She did the exact same thing as when she read the conversation between Kika and Jana.

Kika sounded...casual, normal. She didn't mention the kiss or the charade. Y/n wasn't sure if she was expecting her to, well, Y/n wasn't expecting anything really.

Y/n: Were you one of her victims?

Kika: Yeah.

Y/n: I'm sorry.

Kika: It's okay, I deserved it. I posted a picture of her after one of those ball dominance training sessions.

Y/n knew what those training sessions were. It was very close-contact training. It was all about taking the ball from the opponent. The girls at Barcelona were very heated when it came to that.

One day, Aitana was so caught up that she dislocated Y/n's shoulder. It hurt like hell.

Y/n watched as dots appeared on the screen, and then they disappeared, as if Kika was typing and deleting.

After a minute and 32 seconds (not that Y/n was counting), Kika replied.

Kika: Can we talk tomorrow? After the game?

Y/n felt like, for the fifth time that week, her stomach had dropped into her lower abdomen. Kika wanted to talk to her. Y/n wasn't sure if she could manage a conversation without sounding like she had a brain aneurysm.

Kika: It's okay if you don't, I don't know what Spain's schedule is for after the game.

Y/n really needed to talk with Kika, so she replied:

Y/n: We can talk, no problem.

Kika: Great! I'll see you.

Y/n didn't know what to reply, so she didn't.

She watched people moving in and out of the lobby. It was a mix of families on vacation and people who looked busy, as if they were there for work.

Y/n looked down at her phone and then at the people again.

She put her hand in her pocket and took out her napkin. 

Her logical napkin, the one she had kept with her since she was on the plane going to Barcelona.

The last time she wrote on the napkin, she wrote the words "cares???" Now she scratched out the interrogation points, leaving the napkin with only "cares."

..

Y/n was impressed by how well she did in training. She was focused, she could keep the ball at her feet, she made some nice passes and was a strong defender throughout the whole session.

Kika was still on her mind, but right now, the thought of her didn't feel like it weighed a ton. 

Maybe communication really was the key. 

Although her hands were trembling a little when she checked her phone for new messages during the water breaks. She felt like the air was thicker whenever she remembered she was going to see Kika for the first time in exactly 23 hours.

Back at the hotel, while she was showering and Jana was annoyingly knocking at the door asking if she was going to take long, Y/n thought about what Kika could possibly want to talk to her about.

She knew the kiss was probably going to be a topic–it had to be. It would be an uncomfortable conversation, but it had to happen. 

Y/n couldn't run away from it for the rest of her life. Plus, if she wanted a relationship with Kika, or at least to try for one, then she should get used to talking about her feelings.

Y/n hated feeling vulnerable, but vulnerability was the price you paid for connection with others, so it was worth it. At least that's what she kept telling herself as the hot water fell down the back of her neck all through her body.

It was burning her, but she liked it that way.

When she got out of the shower, Jana was waiting there with her toiletries bag, a change of clothes and a towel in hand. Y/n had probably taken a long time because Jana looked at her with a scowl on her face and got into the shower without a word.

Hours later, Y/n was sitting with Jana, Alexia and Ona at the hotel's restaurant. 

The table around them, filled with players and other guests. The restaurant was buzzing with light and quiet conversations. Most of her teammates looked exhausted from the heavy training session. 

Y/n had a very light ankle twisted during training, nothing serious, but the ice bag on her skin was making her lose all of her appetite. She found herself just pushing the food around rather than eating it. 

No one was really excited about the game tomorrow. Everybody was too tired to make conversation–everybody but Jana.

"How are you feeling about tomorrow?" Jana asked as she nudged Y/n with her elbow, which made Y/n drop her knife onto her plate with an annoying clatter.

"I'm feeling okay," Y/n shrugged her shoulders, lying to herself and to Jana.

The answer seemed to disappoint Jana, her face falling. "Just okay?"

"Yes," Y/n confirmed, taking a sip of her juice.

Y/n pretended not to feel the weight of Alexia's eyes on her. She sensed how much Alexia wanted to ask about what they were talking about.

"Everybody's a bit nervous with the game tomorrow," Alexia said as she took a bite of her funghi risotto. "But if there's something else bothering you…"

"I'm fine, really," Y/n said quickly, maybe too quickly.

One looked up from her phone. "It's supposed to be raining tomorrow…I hope the pitch doesn't get too wet."

Y/n smiled at Ona, she knew she was trying to slightly change the subject, which worked, because they all started to talk about how awful it was to play in the rain.

A few minutes later, when Y/n was done eating, she said goodbye to the girls at the table and made her way to her room, Jana following her close behind.

"You are going to talk with Kika, right?" Jana asked as both got inside the elevator.

Y/n nodded, beginning to feel slightly nervous again "She asked if I could talk after the game."

Jana was in the middle of nodding along to Y/n's answer, but then she realised. "Wait! She asked? Did you guys talk?!"

"She replied to that story," Y/n explained, bobbing her head along to the elevator music. "Asked if it was okay for us to meet after the game to talk."

"Talk about what?" Jana asked.

"I don't know," Y/n said. "The charade, the kiss, everything I think."

"You won't take the bus back to the hotel then?" Jana asked. "After the game, I mean."

Y/n hadn't thought about that when she agreed to talk to Kika. 

"Hmm, I don't know if the conversation will take long...maybe just take my bag and if you see I'm taking too long, tell the girls that I decided to...explore Lisbon!"

"You know they won't believe that," Jana said flatly.

"They don't need to believe it," Y/n said.

"You know the staff doesn't like to leave players behind," Jana warned, her concern evident. "Can you even find your way back? What if something goes wrong between you two? What if she's upset about the kiss and you're stuck there feeling awful and without a lift back to the hotel?"

"You're sounding too much like me," Y/n said. "I'm the one who's supposed to be a pain in the ass, not you."

"I'm not being a pain in the ass," Jana rolled her eyes. "I'm just nervous about you being left in a stadium in a country where you don't even know the language."

"Don't worry about it," Y/n said. "The conversation probably won't last long anyway. You're worrying way too much."

Jana looked at Y/n through the corner of her eyes, but she didn't say anything until they were in their room.

"If you don't get back to the hotel", Jana said seriously. "I'm calling the Portuguese police."

"Fair," Y/n lay down on her bed. "Maybe I'll make it to the news."

Y/n stared at the ceiling. It was very white, indeed. 

..

The Spanish team was in the Estádio da Luz, each one having picked their own locker. 

Y/n was by Alexia's side as usual, talking about strategies, when one of the staff knocked on the door. Aitana was the one who answered. They spoke in hushed tones by the entrance.

When the door closed again, Aitana spoke.

"Guys, it's raining a lot," Aitana began. "The FIFA people said they'll postpone the game for thirty minutes until the thunderstorm goes away."

Everybody in the changing room groaned in unison. 

Pina had a frown on her face, Jana rolled her eyes dramatically, and Alexia held the bridge of her nose like she was already feeling a headache coming.

"Mierda," the captain said as she put on a jacket over her jersey. "I hate it when this happens."

"Maybe this is better than being hit by a  lightning, though," Vicky chimed in from across the room, but she shut up when Alexia gave her one of her looks.

"Okay, maybe it isn't," Vicky murmured quietly.

"Well," Patri said as she got up from the bench, "I'm going to the stadium's cafeteria, since we don't have anything to do for those thirty minutes."

She had her hand on the door handle, ready to leave, when Alexia spoke.

"Maybe we can go over the tactical plan once more and–"

Everyone on the team walked right past Alexia like she wasn't even there, completely ignoring her.

"Oh, I saw they had churros!" Leila said, smiling. "I haven't eaten one in months."

"And hot chocolate!" Salma agreed. "Wait, what are they called here…chocolate quente, right?"

"I wanna eat pastéis de belém again," Jana murmured to Vicky as they left the room. "I have been in love with them since Kika brought them to training."

Y/n smiled as she watched Alexia's grumpy face. She got closer to her, patting her back. "Yeah, Capitana, me parece que tus días de gloria ya pasaron." [Yeah, capitana, I think your glory days are over.]

Alexia followed Y/n as they left the locker room, walking to the cafeteria.

"Extraño cuando mi equipo todavía se preocupaba por el fútbol," Alexia mumbled, but Y/n could see there was no real bite to it. [I miss when my team still cared about football.]

"Es un amistoso, Ale," Y/n teased. "Tal vez cuando estemos en la Eurocopa volvamos a escucharte. [It's a friendly, Ale/Maybe we’ll start listening to you again when the Euros come around.]

"Más les vale que vuelvan." she said with a smile. [I really hope you'll listen to me again]

Y/n was talking to Alexia when she realised she had to pee. 

She told Alexia and the other girls she would meet them in the cafeteria after she found herself a bathroom.

She walked through the corridors, trying to find a door with the words "Casa de banho". She knew a little bit of Portuguese to know it meant bathroom. 

She looked for what felt like 10 minutes until she finally found it.

She happily opened the door, but what she didn't expect was to find Kika there, looking at herself in the bathroom mirror.

Kika didn't turn when Y/n opened the door; she probably didn't hear it, which made Y/n want to slowly turn around and pretend it never happened.

Y/n's plan went down the drain because in a matter of seconds, Kika turned to her. 

She opened her mouth slightly, and then, the most beautiful smile appeared on her face.

"Oh!" Kika said, a sweet tone in her voice. "Hi!"

Y/n opened her mouth, then she closed it. She didn't know what to say, so she waved.

Waved.

Like one of those Penguins from Madagascar.

"I guess they told you guys about the rain, too, huh?" Kika said, but her smile faltered a bit when she realised Y/n wasn't smiling back. "Are–are you okay?"

Y/n wasn't okay. She absolutely wasn't fine.

She was expecting to talk with Kika after the game, not before. She had a plan. She had rehearsed how the conversation was going to go, and the conversation wasn't supposed to happen in a bathroom.

Y/n felt her hands shaking slightly, so she held onto them so Kika wouldn't see it.

"I kissed you," Y/n blurted out. "And I'm sorry, I know it wasn't right and I know I should have stayed instead of running away from Jana's apartment, but I was mad and confused and-and..."

Kika was caught off guard, and her face fell slightly. Maybe Kika wasn't the only one who had planned this conversation and saw that it wasn't going according to plan.

"It's okay," Kika took one step closer, as if she were approaching a wounded animal, unsure of what to do, unsure if it was going to bite. "You don't need to say you're sorry. I know you did it because you were annoyed at the girls, and honestly, I was getting annoyed too, so I'm happy you put an end to it."

Wait, Kika was annoyed too?

"Um, what?" Y/n managed to say. "You noticed they were doing all of those–"

"Matchmaking plans?" Kika chuckled. "Yeah, of course. One day, Vicky hid my boots in your locker, so I would have to ask you to get them for me."

"Oh," Y/n tilted her head. "I don't remember that happening."

"In the end, it didn't." Kika looked nervous now. "I opened your locker and got them before you got to the changing room."

"Oh," Y/n said, confused. "How do you know my password?"

"It's your birthday," Kika said simply, but there was a slight blush on her cheeks.

"Do you know when my birthday is?" Y/n asked, remembering her napkin, remembering how she wrote 'cares' on it.

"Yes," Kika nodded. "It's coming up, too, right? In two weeks?"

Y/n was getting ready to open her mouth when the bathroom door opened.

"Miss Nazareth, Miss Y/L/N," a guy in the stadium uniform said. "We've been looking for you. The rain is over, and the game is about to start. Your managers asked me to get you and have you two come back to the locker room."

"Obrigada, Paulo," Kika said, waving at the guy and already making her way to the door, following him. "A gente já vai ir." [Thanks, Paulo/We'll be going out in a minute.]

Kika turned to Y/n. "We're still talking after the game, right?"

"Sí," it was all Y/n managed to say.

Kika smiled one last time before leaving the bathroom.

Y/n didn't know how she was expected to play a whole match after this conversation.

..

a/n: Kika's back :D

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Stuck with you part - 12

Summary: Y/n’s used to Alexia’s overprotectiveness and the pressure of her career—but Kika? The shy, socially awkward teammate who’s starting to make her feel things she didn’t expect.

Warnings: Y/n and Alexia argue again, but I promise this is the last time! Plus ducks! <3 Also, who's that girl on Kika's Instagram post anyway?

Word count: 5.5k

a/n: this is a triple update! Parts 13 and 14 will come soon.

..

It was their third day of training, and the whole team had their suitcases and bags ready to go at La Ciudad del Fútbol's entrance hall. They were waiting for the bus that was going to take them to the airport, where they would be heading to Belgium.

This FIFA date was filled with friendlies. They didn't matter in the world ranking, but for some reason, Alexia was in her ear talking about strategies.

"Do you remember Janssen?" Alexia said. She was sitting on top of her suitcase while chewing on a sandwich. "She noticed how your left foot wasn't as precise as your right. She's gonna want to steal the ball from you whenever you're using your left."

"Umm," Y/n hummed, nodding her head along to whatever Alexia was saying, but she wasn't paying attention to it. Her eyes were fixed on Vicky's Nintendo. Damn, she should have brought hers as well.

"And Evrard, the goalkeeper–" She took another bite of the sandwich. "She's not good at defending close balls, so try to shoot from a long distance."

"Yeah, yeah." Y/n agreed, her eyes fixed on the race happening on Vicky's screen. The little cars were going so fast that it was making her dizzy, but it was better than listening to Alexia's tactical breakdown of every Belgian player's weaknesses.

"And that one defender– wait!" Alexia put her sandwich down. "Are you paying attention to me? Any of you two? I know this is just a friendly, but I have been watching Belgium's recent matches…they are a good team."

Vicky turned her attention to Alexia, blinking slowly "Oh, you were talking to me, too?"

Alexia ran her hands through her hair. "Forget it. I was just trying to give some insights about the game. Thought it might help us."

Y/n rolled her eyes.

"Alexia, it's a friendly. Relax," Y/n said, not bothering to look at her. "And also, I asked you not to talk to me. I'm still mad."

"Oh, not this again, I already said I'm sorry, nena," Alexia said, sounding tired, "multiple times."

Y/n shrugged, finally turning to look at her. "I'm still mad."

"I understand why what I did wasn't right," Alexia said, and there was a slight, almost-not-there pout on her face that Y/n pretended not to find a little bit cute. "But I am sorry, okay? I really am."

Y/n said nothing, so Alexia continued.

"You have forgiven the other girls, right?" Alexia fixed her posture. "Why not me too?"

"The other girls are in their early twenties," Y/n said, chin up.. "It was an honest mistake. You, on the other hand, have your cortex fully developed and still insist on those matchmaking plans."

"But–"

"I think you should just leave Nena alone," Irene said from the corner of the room. She was leaning against the wall next to Alexia, phone in her hand, looking like she was enjoying the show way too much. "You did act like a teenager."

"I–" At first, Y/n could see Alexia was ready to talk back to Irene, but then, she closed her mouth and nodded. "Ugh, yeah, I guess you are right..it wasn't very mature of me, the whole charade thing."

Irene looked up from her phone, eyebrows raised. She clearly hadn't expected Alexia to actually agree.

"I thought I was helping," Alexia shrugged. "Obviously, it didn't work out."

"For someone as smart as you, Alexia," Irene said, not even bothering to look up from her phone now, "you are rather emotionally stupid."

Vicky nudged Y/n with her shoulder, a teasing smile spreading across her face. "She's just like you."

Y/n nudged her back, harder. "At least I know how to make a nutmeg."

"At least I know how to talk to the girl I like," Vicky replied, attention back to her game, her fingers moving fast over the buttons.

"That's why I don't sit with you," Y/n said, getting up from her spot and walking a few steps until she was squeezed between Jana and Ona. 

She stuck her tongue out at Vicky, who returned the gesture without missing a beat on her game.

"At least I got La Reina all to myself," Vicky said, moving her fingers fast on the Nintendo, but at the same time laying her head down on Alexia's shoulder affectionately. 

"You can keep her," Y/n murmured as she opened her bag, taking a book out of it. She could feel Alexia's eyes on her, but she refused to look up.

"Wait–" Ona said, looking down confused ", You're reading?"

"I'm trying to," Y/n said, opening to the first page and immediately feeling her brain protest. "You know, dyslexia hits hard, but I have to try at least... Reading is important for the mind."

"Important for the mind, huh?" Jana said in a knowing tone that made Y/n angry."I bet this has nothing to do with Kika, then?"

"Nope!" Y/n lied, beginning her painful journey into the first chapter of the book. The letters were already starting to get mixed up on the page.

Jana was annoyingly fast and snatched the book from Y/n's hands before she could protest, trying to read the name on the cover.

"Oh, come on, 'I Have More Soul Than One?'" Jana said, looking at the Portuguese title. "That's a Portuguese book. You don't even try to hide it now, do you?"

"I'm not reading it because of Kika," Y/n said, taking the book back with a scowl, "I'm reading because I have to do other things than just think about her."

Y/n was in that late stage of liking someone, where you tried to do new things with the sole reason of looking cooler than you really were, just to impress the other person. 

It was pathetic, but it was living.

The bus soon came, taking the whole team to the airport.

The flight was fast and calm, and most girls were sleeping because they had woken up very early. Y/n, though, was awake, scrolling down her Instagram, trying to forget she was on an aeroplane, miles away from the ground.

She had seen a lot of posts about politics, recipes, and, honestly, rage-bait posts too. But none of them caught her attention as much as Kika's new post.

It was a dump, filled with pictures of her and her family, pictures of beaches in Portugal, as well as pictures from Portugal's last match against England. They were all normal pictures, except for one.

It was the seventh picture out of fifteen. It wasn't the first picture nor the last. It was right in the middle, and that meant something. What did it mean? Y/n didn't know, but her stomach was already twisting itself.

Kika had her cheek pressed against another girl's face, and the picture was up close. The two girls were both smiling so much that the corners of their lips were almost touching. They looked... happy. Really happy.

Y/n hated that. Especially because when she opened the Instagram comments, the girl Kika had tagged in the picture had commented.

'Mine <3'

Mine?

Y/n felt her stomach drop, and she didn't know if it was because of the girl or because the pilot had just told them they were going to land and the aeroplane was beginning to descend. Her hands were suddenly clammy, and she felt gross.

Y/n poked Jana, who was sleeping beside her. She moved but didn't open her eyes, so Y/n poked her again, and then again, until she could see Jana's brown irises looking at her with pure annoyance.

"Qué?" Jana asked, irritated. Then she turned around, trying to see if anyone was getting up from their seats, as if the only justification for Y/n to wake her up was if they were leaving the flight.

Y/n didn't say anything. She just took her phone and shoved it in Jana's face.

Jana rubbed the sleep from her eyes and sat up straight. She took the sleeping mask that was resting on top of her head and pulled it into her lap, as if she was getting ready to discuss business.

Jana took Y/n's phone and began looking at the pictures and then at the comments. Y/n watched her face carefully, looking for any sign of what she was thinking.

"Oh," Jana said after a few seconds of silence that felt like hours.

"They're dating, aren't they?" Y/n asked, despair creeping into her voice. "Fuck– did I kiss someone who's dating? Fuck, and here I was thinking I might have a chance–"

Jana put her finger rather aggressively on Y/n's lips, shutting her up. "Calm down! It's just a picture, and yeah... their faces are like, very close together, but it's just a picture."

"She wrote 'mine' in the comments," Y/n pointed out, her voice muffled against Jana's finger. "You wouldn't write 'mine' on someone's comment if they weren't your girlfriend!"

"I think she just meant it in a friendly way," Jana said, but even she didn't sound convinced.

"Impossible," Y/n rolled her eyes. "What kind of friend does this?"

Jana gave her a side-eye. "Bold of you to say that, considering we're Spanish and we sunbathe topless with friends."

"We–" Y/n pointed at both her and Jana "–are Spanish. Kika and the girl are Portuguese. They aren't like us. We're naturally affectionate, they aren't."

"I think you're stereotyping a bunch of Portuguese people right now," Jana said.

"Oh," Y/n thought for a second. "Yeah, it might be... but still, that doesn't change the fact that Kika posted a photo with another girl and that the girl wrote 'mine.'"

"Kika did what?" Vicky asked, her head popping up from the row behind them.

Jana took the phone and showed it to Vicky.

"Oh."

"That's what I said," Jana murmured.

"Maybe they're just friends," Vicky said, giving the phone back to Y/n, but her tone suggested she didn't believe it either.

Y/n leaned her head back further into the seat and crossed her arms. "I hate this."

"Maybe you should like it," Vicky suggested. "Just so she knows you saw it."

"And how would that change anything?" Y/n asked grumpily.

"If they're just friends," Jana said, "maybe she'll rethink the picture, or maybe she'll message you saying the girl means nothing to her."

Y/n looked at Jana as if she were stupid. "You're talking as if Kika and I have something going on, which we don't."

"Yet," Vicky said. "You'll have something going on soon."

"If she's single," Y/n murmured, staring at her phone screen.

"She's single," Jana said. "She hasn't mentioned any girl to us. If she were dating someone, she would tell us."

"What if she just started dating right now?" Y/n asked.

"You shouldn't work with 'what ifs,'" Jana said. "Just take it step by step. Like the picture and just... move on. I'm like ninety-seven per cent sure it's nothing."

"I believe in those three per cent," Y/n said, staring at the photo again.

"Of course you do," Jana said, rolling her eyes and pulling her sleeping mask back over her face.

..

When they got into the hotel in Belgium, Y/n was still not talking to Alexia, and people were starting to notice it..

"Capitana has a scowl on her face, kid," Leila said as they both stepped into the same elevator, just the two of them in the small, enclosed space.

If it were Y/n from a few months ago, she would have thought she was in a rom-com, but because it's Y/n from the present–the one who is head over heels for Kika and partially heartbroken by the Portuguese's possible relationship–she is rather indifferent to the situation.

"She always has a scowl on her face," Y/n said, looking up at Leila. "It's her natural state of being."

"Hm," Leila said, in a tone that showed she knew more than she was letting on. "She has had that scowl since morning, though, and something about it tells me it has to do with you."

"Me?" Y/n said in a faux-offended tone. She knew it was because of her. "Why do you think that?"

"It's like she's always ready to say something when she's around you, but she thinks for a second and then shuts up," Leila said.

Y/n knew Leila was fishing for information about what was happening between them. She knew it was because Alexia hadn't told her anything about it.

"Alexia's annoying," Y/n said.

"She is," Leila agreed. "But she also cares for you a lot."

"She cares too much," Y/n murmured.

She looked at the numbers on the elevator; they were on floor 6 right now, both of them going to floor 18. 

Something told Y/n they were going to talk for the rest of the ride up, but Y/n didn't mind much. She preferred it over being alone in the elevator, overthinking until she convinced herself she was going to get stuck.

"Something about your tone tells me you don't want her to care this much," Leila said.

"I just don't want her to intrude," Y/n said. "She's always there…on the pitch, at home, always giving unsolicited advice, doing things she thinks are best for me as if I'm not an adult. It's annoying."

"Alexia has a problem with boundaries," Leila said. "She doesn't know how to separate her private life from her football life. She's been like that since we were kids at La Masia–"

"--And then you got into her life, a kid who plays for the same club as her, a kid who was her responsibility, a kid who grew up into a woman, but Alexia doesn't see it."

"She really doesn't," Y/n said, blushing slightly at how Leila said she had turned into a woman. Most of the time, she still saw herself as just a girl.

"I know you don't have contact with your parents," Leila began carefully. "But stuff like that, older people not seeing how the young ones grew up, is natural. It happens with parents, with guardians... Alexia just doesn't know how to act now that you're responsible for yourself."

Y/n was silent for a second. Now they were on the thirteenth floor.

"Did she tell you that?" Y/n asked.

"She didn't have to," Leila said. "I'm observant."

They got to their floor, both girls leaving the elevator. Y/n turned to the right, while Leila went left.

"Just–" Leila began. "Talk to Alexia. She means well in her actions, she just doesn't choose the best way to show she cares."

"Sometimes it feels like she shows it in the worst way possible," Y/n said.

"She's learning to," Leila shrugged. "We all are. That's why it's important to know how to apologise…" She looked at Y/n, "...and to forgive."

..

Y/n barely had time to let Leila's conversation or Kika's post sink in properly. The team had exactly 40 minutes to get situated in their rooms before going down for another training session.

The match was tomorrow at 8 am sharp, so this afternoon's training session was the team's last chance for proper preparation. Although some of the girls were more preoccupied with counting the ducks in the pond by the pitch.

"There are twenty-two," Y/n said proudly, chin up.

"No, there's twenty-one," Vicky said. "I think you counted the same one twice."

They stood by an old wooden bridge, cold air hitting their faces as they listened to the ducks quacking while they swam around the pond.

"I didn't," Y/n turned to her with a frown. "I have dyslexia, not dyscalculia."

"I counted twenty-three," Irene said, taking a picture of the ducks. "I'm gonna send this to Matteo, he loves ducks, calls them chickens."

"Why are we counting?" Ona said. "Training is over, we have a literal pool we can use."

"We need to be in touch with nature," Y/n mumbled, beginning to count again.

"Pool has water," Ona rolled her eyes. "Water is nature."

"Water is technically inorganic," Jana said, leaning over the bridge. "So I don't think it's considered nature."

"I wanna go to the pool," Leila said, she and Ona being the only ones in the group that went against the idea of going to the pond to count ducks. "At least there isn't any chance of getting the avian flu."

"I don't think we can get avian flu from this far," Y/n said, turning to Leila before turning back to the pond. "Fuck, I forgot which ones I had already counted."

Y/n began counting again, eyes squinting. 

"There's definitely twenty-two," Alexia said from behind them, her finger pointing at each duck, completely focused. "Yeah, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one and twenty-two."

"Achoo!" 

Jana sneezed next to them, which made a duck fly from the pond to god knows where.

Vicky had a victorious smile on her face. 

"See, twenty-one."

..

Y/n should have known that counting ducks wouldn't be the most complicated part of their trip to Belgium.

Sixteen hours later, the final whistle had blown, and she was standing in the middle of the pitch, watching Alexia's back angrily.

Alexia was a great captain, a great friend, and a great guardian, too. The only problem was, those labels could not coexist in one single relationship, but for Y/n, that was who Alexia was to her.

Y/n knew Alexia was a great leader to their club and country. Alexia was good with personal advice, she was a great older sister to Alba, and Y/n knew that whenever she and Olga decided to have a kid, Alexia would be a great mom.

Different from common belief, the addition of all that didn't create a super relationship between Alexia and Y/n.  They loved each other dearly, no doubt about that.

But the line of where they stood was always blurry, ever since Alexia took Y/n into her care when she was fourteen. Especially because two years later, they were playing on the same team.

It was supposed to be just a simple friendly against Belgium, but for some reason, both teams had been heated from the first whistle. Yellow cards were being thrown around, and fouls were being committed by both teams.

Y/n didn't know what was happening to the Spanish team.

 Patri had fouled the same player three times; on the third, she got a yellow card. Then, Ona couldn't seem to keep the ball at her feet, just like Salma.

The players were so heated that Alexia and Aitana were running around giving earfuls to everyone. Alexia's captain mode was on, just as much as Aitana's, even if she wasn't wearing the captain's armband.

During the fifteen-minute break, it was like Montse wasn't the manager, but Alexia and Aitana were. 

They were talking in a fast, angry voice about every detail the team was doing wrong. Everybody listened to them with their heads down; they knew they were letting their emotions get the best of them.

Y/n had been distracted the entire game; her mind kept drifting to that stupid Instagram post, to Kika's face pressed against another girl's. She had missed two easy passes and lost the ball three times.

She wasn't in the best state of mind and had even told Montse it would be better if she were subbed off, but the manager said no, that she should keep playing, so she did. But Y/n was rather reckless and got a yellow card.

And because she was hot-headed and her emotions were already all over the place, she argued with the referee and said things that weren't very nice. 

Things that made the referee threaten her with another yellow card.

Alexia, when she saw her arguing, got extremely angry. Not just captain-angry, but that specific kind of fury that Y/n had only seen a handful of times.

And that's when Alexia and Aitana snapped.

While Alexia was talking with the referee, Aitana was snapping at Y/n, who felt like a little kid all over again. 

But then, Alexia came over to them, patting Aitana's back. "Hey, let me talk to Nena, yeah?" she said, and Aitana nodded, going to her spot.

"Are you stupid or what?" Alexia asked her, a frown on her face. "I had to basically beg the referee not to give you another yellow!"

"I didn't mean to call her names!" Y/n said as both she and Alexia walked back to their positions. "I'm sorry!"

She tried to pretend that the way Alexia called her stupid didn't affect her.

"If you got another yellow, you would get a red, you'd leave us with one 10 players", Alexia continued. "How can you still let your emotions take over? Be better than that. Grow up!"

With that, Y/n stood in her position while Alexia ran to hers, holding back the tears that were almost falling.

When the game was over (Spain winning 2-1), not that Y/n cared much, she turned away, trudging off the pitch before any of her teammates could stop her. 

The team was still there, celebrating their victory, arms wrapped around each other, talking and laughing like they hadn't just played the most frustrating ninety minutes of football Y/n had experienced in months.

Patri and Pina were dancing around, Ona and Aitana were wrapped in a Spain flag, taking selfies.

Y/n turned around and walked fast through the tunnels. She was trying to run from all that noise, and trying to run from Alexia. 

But her escape plan didn't work, because La Reina was right behind her, Y/n could tell by the familiar sound of her footsteps.

"Para de córrer, Y/n, va!" [Stop running, Y/n, come on] Alexia called out, she was slightly out of breath. "I just wanna talk to you."

Y/n rolled her eyes.

She was in a foul mood, and she knew she would just ruin everything.

 Plus, she had more important things to worry about, like the fact that Kika might be dating someone and Y/n had been a complete idiot about it and that she had basically forgotten how to play proper football.

"Go back to the pitch, Alexia," Y/n muttered, her voice tight with frustration. "I don't wanna talk to you right now."

"What I said on the pitch was necessary," Alexia said, following her into the locker room. Her captain's voice was still on, all business and no warmth. "You were out of line with the referee. But the way I handled it…that wasn't right. I'm sorry for that."

Y/n sat heavily on the bench, yanking off her boots without looking at Alexia. 

She hoped the silence would push her away, but of course, La Reina never let herself be ignored. It was like she sensed when Y/n Y/n wanted to be left alone.

"Y/n," Alexia's voice softened as she sat beside her. "I need you to help me understand what's happening here."

Y/n let out a sharp breath, turning to her with a scowl.

"And who are you now?" Y/n snapped. "Are you Alexia, the captain? Or are you Alexi, the guardian?"

The words hit Alexia, and her face faltered for a second. "I..." she started, then stopped. "I don't know how to answer that. "Soy solo la Ale.." [I'm just Ale]

"You're never just Ale to me," Y/n shot back, and then, she felt her voice cracking a bit, there was too much emotion inside of her, it was making her confused.

Alexia was quiet for a long moment, her hand hovering near Y/n's shoulder before she finally placed it there. "Is this about the game? Or something else entirely?"

The knot in Y/n's chest tightened. It wasn't just the game. It was the build-up…Kika's situation, the referee,  Alexia snapping at her on the pitch, Y/n's poor performance,  and now everything was bubbling over. 

She didn't even know why she was mad anymore.

Y/n buried her hands in her face, trying to breathe and ground herself. She had done it when she was just a kid, pressing her palms to her face when she felt too overwhelmed by the world around her.

Alexia didn't say anything. She just wrapped her arms around Y/n, like she used to when Y/n was a small kid, upset after one big loss.

"This isn't working," Alexia said quietly. "The way we have been doing things. I can see that now. And I know I'm very much at fault lately. But maybe if we talk things out…?"

"I don't wanna talk," Y/n mumbled, her words muffled against Alexia's shoulder. Alexia's presence was helping her somehow; it was getting easier to breathe, her warmth was comforting, which just made Y/n feel even more at a loss with her feelings. "I don't like it."

"Neither do I," Alexia admitted. "But we can't keep pretending this isn't complicated. And I know your upbringing wasn't normal. I mean, most teenagers don't move in with a player who had no idea what she was doing."

"I have been trying to be everything to you," Alexia began carefully. "Captain, guardian, friend... and I think I have been failing at all of it."

"You are just too much," Y/n said in a slow voice, as if she didn't want to say it. "It's hard. I don't know who I am to you, and I don't think you know it either."

Alexia was quiet. She just let her talk.

"I love you, Ale," Y/n said. "But…it's hard, it's confusing."

"I know I have crossed the lines a few times with you and–"

"You have," Y/n interrupted her. "Way too much. It's like I can't breathe around you. I feel like you're always plotting something, always ready to yell at me on the pitch as a captain, always there to get in between my private life... You don't do that with the others."

Y/n could tell Alexia was hurt by the way her body stiffened.

Y/n wiped the tears from her eyes and got up. She didn't look at Alexia's face when she opened her locker to get a change of clothes.

"When the season at Barcelona's over, I'm moving out," Y/n said, the words shocking even herself, but she stood her ground. "I think it'll be good. I'm nineteen, almost twenty. I should look for my own place."

There was silence in the room. Y/n turned around, but Alexia wasn't sitting on the bench. 

Seconds later, the door to the locker room shut.

..

The bus ride to the hotel after the game was awkward, to say the least. Everybody was happy that they had won their first game in this international break. All arguments and scolding were long left on the pitch.

All but one.

The one between Alexia and Y/n.

Y/n didn't plan to tell Alexia she wanted to move. Hell, she wasn't even planning to move.

She liked Alexia's and Olga's house. It was a two-story house, and it had a backyard with a pool and an indoor gym. Alexia's mom had planted a bunch of trees, so they had a lot of fresh fruit during the summer as well.

The house was comfortable, and Y/n's room was great. She had her own en-suite bathroom, and the furniture was all custom-made. Olga had designed it when Y/n first arrived.

It wasn't just a house, it was a home, and it really felt like home to Y/n. Alexia and Olga never made Y/n feel like it wasn't her house, or if she was there temporarily.

Y/n even heard them talking about how they wanted to have kids in the next few years, how they would paint the baby's room with the same light grey colour as Y/n's room, so they could match.

The plans they made always involved Y/n. But in the heat of the conversation, Y/n couldn't help but feel like it really was time to move out.

She wasn't going to another country, of course. Even though she thought about that.

During the bus drive, Y/n wondered if she shouldn't just go to a club in Germany or England during the next transfer window. 

Maybe leaving Barcelona behind was a good option. She loved the city, she loved her team, but sometimes, she just wanted to run away and start over again in another place, as if her own past wasn't going to follow her wherever she went.

Y/n placed her head against the window. It was raining now, and the bus was stuck in traffic. 

An ambulance ran through the side of the bus, and Y/n felt guilty for being annoyed at the traffic when there was probably someone in distress or hurt.

Alexia was sitting by her side. They always sat together on the bus–they both liked silence before and after a game, so they were the best pair. Although now, Alexia's silence wasn't comforting, it was heavy.

Y/n watched her out of the corner of her eyes, trying to read her expression.

Her jaw was set. Y/n could count the wrinkles on her face from the scowl on her face. She wasn't mad, she was hurt and trying to hold it in.

Y/n wanted to ignore it. She wanted to stay on the bus in silence while everyone else around them moved on with their lives. She wanted to pretend this situation wasn't happening.

She wanted to forget about Kika, forget about the girl Kika was in the picture with. She wanted to forget how badly she played and how she was scared that she wasn't going to get another call-up. She wanted to pretend she had never moved in with Alexia and Olga.

Right now, she wished her parents hadn't taken her to Masia. That her parents had decided to be normal and unsupportive parents who didn't want her to follow a football career, and that they had forced her to quit football to focus on school.

That they had been caring parents and not dropped her off at Alexia Putellas' house the moment they knew it was an option.

She wanted to pretend this wasn't her life. That this wasn't the consequence of her choices.

But she couldn't.

When she was fifteen, she was lying on the sofa with Olga and Alexia. Alexia had her head on Olga's lap. Y/n was kneeling on the floor, doing her math homework on the coffee table. It was a calm Saturday afternoon.

Olga was reading out loud–she did that sometimes.

Y/n didn't remember the book; she only remembered Olga quoting:

"One does not find peace by avoiding life," she said in a soft voice, and continued to read as if that sentence didn't change the whole perception of Y/n's life.

One does not find peace by avoiding life.

Y/n turned to Alexia, and, without a word, she laid her head on her shoulder.

"Perdón si estoy siendo tan mala al punto de que quieras irte de casa." Alexia said in a low voice. [I'm sorry if I'm being so bad that you want to leave the house]

Casa.

It was Y/n's home indeed, and would forever be, but she needed more.

"No estás haciendo nada mala" Y/n said. "Solo necesito... crecer, sabes? Ya no tengo catorce años, no necesitas cuidarme más." [You're not being bad. I just need to... grow up, you know? I'm not fourteen anymore, you don't need to take care of me]

Alexia was silent. "Cuidé mucho de ti, quizás demasiado. De verdad lo siento… voy a dar un paso atrás." [I took care of you too much, maybe too much. I'm really sorry…I'll take a step back.

Y/n remembered what Leila told her, about learning to apologise and to forgive.

"Te perdono, no te preocupes más por eso, de verdad. Y/n said. [I forgive you, you don't have to worry about it anymore]

"Do you still wanna move out?" Alexia asked.

Y/n thought for a second, and nodded, as much as she could with her head on Alexia's shoulder.

"Okay," Alexia said, as if it hadn't really sunk in just yet. "Olga will cry, though."

"She's a crier, yep," Y/n said. "But you'll cry too."

"I won't," Alexia said determinedly, as if it were a challenge. "Do you know where you wanna go? Are you moving to one of Barcelona's complexes?"

"No," Y/n said. "I want a house, but I still have time to think. The season will end in three months, I'll look for something."

"I'll help you look," Alexia said.

"Gracias," Y/n said. [Thank you]

Y/n was scared about moving away. She hadn't considered it until now. But she needed to. 

She needed to find her own space, create her own routine, and be independent in a way that would only be possible if she lived on her own.

It was scary, but it was exciting, too

..

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a/n: This is the end of Y/n and Alexia's difficult relationship! Things will be lighter between them from now on! Also, the quote Olga said it's from a film, not a book, I just put it in a book for the plot.

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Mallorca- Alexia Putellas

Summary: Alexia ruins your couple's vacation by inviting the girls to tag along with you. You decide to make her pay for it.

Word count: 2.5k

Warning: (+18) a little bit of smut, suggestive; fingering (r giving)

A/n: because I'm a whore

..

You were going on a vacation to Mallorca with Alexia.

She had promised she would take care of everything: the hotel, the flights, the yacht, everything. 

She told you not to worry about a single thing. So you absolutely didn't. 

You just made sure to stay pretty, to pack the smallest bikini you had, to pack the strap, the lube, and the handcuffs into your bag.

Alexia had grinned while watching you pack. She came from behind, biting your earlobe and promising she would worship you every day of the vacation.

That she would put you in so many positions you wouldn't even remember all of them.

She said she would eat you out on the private beach she had booked.

That she would finger you in the middle of the ocean, have your mouth wrapped around her strap on the sun deck of the yacht.

You trusted Alexia deeply. So you thought she would keep her word.

Your face fell flat the second you arrived at the airport with her and saw not only Patri and Ona, but Jana and Bruna there too, suitcases in their hands and bright smiles on their faces.

You couldn't help but feel confused by the coincidence. 

They were travelling too? To Mallorca? Wow. Small world, right?

You were hesitant as you greeted the girls, but you did your best to be nice. They were, after all, your and Alexia's friends.

"I'm so excited!" Jana said as the little group made their way toward the flight. "It's been so long since I had a vacation."

Alexia's hand was on your back, but she was weirdly quiet. Too quiet.

"Oh yeah," you said, watching Alexia out of the corner of your eye. "You guys totally deserve this vacation. The season was really hard."

"Definitely," Patri said, smiling at you, the sound of her suitcase wheels somehow managing to irritate you. "I can't remember the last time we had a vacation with all of us together!"

You stopped in your tracks. Alexia bumped into you, her hand catching your waist so you wouldn't fall.

"Ay, amor," she said grumpily. "Qué fue?" [Love, what's wrong?]

"What do you mean… 'all of us together', Patri?" you asked in a very calm voice, very deliberate.

"Umm…" Patri looked at Alexia, then back at you.

"Us? Like me, you, Alexia, and the girls? We were so happy when Alexia called and asked us to tag along, it's hard only seeing each other at training…we need some quality time together as a team"

Quality time together as a team?!

Your world shattered right in front of you. 

You always thought people were being dramatic when they said they saw red when they were angry.

But you were definitely seeing red now, maybe because the capillaries in your eyes were expanding as your heart started hammering against your chest.

You felt your nails digging into your skin as you turned to Alexia.

"I think I'll go to the bathroom before we board," you said, not looking at anyone as you left your suitcase behind and walked off. You didn't even know where the bathroom was, you just…walked.

You just knew you needed to be alone, or else you would scream at Alexia in the middle of a crowded airport, and you didn't want to make a scene.

Alexia clearly didn't realise that you wanted to be alone for her own well-being, because she followed you like a puppy.

"Amor…espera, por favor," she said, walking after you. [love, wait, please]

If it were you, you would be out of breath by now, but because Alexia was annoyingly fit, her breathing and tone were perfectly normal.

She also caught up faster than you would have liked, her hand wrapping around your wrist as she pulled you into some corner of the airport.

You were alone now, but it felt like the room was crowded because the air was thick.

It was hard to breathe, like your lungs were collapsing. You often felt that when you held your anger in. It hurt your chest.

So you decided to snap, finally.

"What is your problem?" you asked, furious.

Alexia didn't even try to defend herself. Guilt was scattered all over her face as she leaned her back against the wall, her hands were still holding your wrists.

You didn't like being restrained (not like that), so you tried to set yourself free, but she didn't budge.

"You said it was an us vacation. As in, you and me, not you and your teammatmes."

"Lo siento…" she said, pouting in a way that made you want to bite her lips off (not romantically). [I'm sorry]

"I asked Patri for a cool hotel to stay in, and she asked why, and I told her we wanted to go on a vacation," she explained, as you kept trying to set yourself free.

"Then she said she and the girls were also planning a vacation there, and she looked so excited, and I didn't have the heart to tell her not to join us."

You didn't bother to answer Alexia.

In the end, you walked back to where the girls were still standing, waiting for you and Alexia to return. If they noticed anything weird between the two of you, they didn't say a word.

The flight was annoying.

Nothing bad happened.

There wasn't a crying infant. No kid was kicking your seat, and the food was actually good. But you were still so mad that you couldn't see anything good about it.

Alexia kept quiet–she was smart when she wanted to be.

She did, however, try to keep her hand on your thigh for most of the flight.

Every time she did, you would take it off and place it back in her own lap without saying a word. Without giving her any sort of attention.

When you got to Mallorca, you were still silent.

You only spoke to the other girls, asking Jana how she was doing, asking Bruna how her season in London was.

You didn't even bother to grab your suitcase or any of the other bags.

Alexia walked behind you like a camel, slower than everyone else, because she was carrying all the weight, but you didn't care.

Alexia had ruined your vacation, and you were going to make her pay for it.

Day One.

You arrived at the hotel. And of course, there were problems with Jana and Bruna's room.

In the end, Jana had to share the room with you and Alexia for the night while the staff sorted it out.

The lights were already off. Alexia was lying on the left side of the bed, and you were on the right.

You made sure to build a pillow wall between you (to Alexia's disappointment) to create some distance. 

At one point, Alexia tried to sneak a hand onto your waist, but again, you gave it a little snap, and she retreated to her side of the bed with a quiet whine only you could hear.

Jana was curled up on the loveseat on the other side of the room, wrapped in a duvet.

Even in the dark, you could see the guilt written all over her face.

"I am so, so sorry," she said, her voice slightly muffled by her pillow. "I told the staff I could sleep in the lobby, but they said they couldn't allow it."

"It's okay, Jana, don't worry about it," you said, closing your eyes, trying to forget this whole trip was happening.

You should have listened to your sister. You should have gone on a family vacation. At least then, you wouldn't have created so many sexual expectations that were clearly not going to happen.

Now that it was night and you couldn't distract yourself anymore, you realised you weren't just annoyed.

You were sexually deprived.

You hadn't had sex with Alexia in two fucking weeks because of her stupid football calendar.

You had had to make do with your hand most nights, and it absolutely wasn't the same.

Now you were stuck on an island with Alexia and her teammates, and one of them was literally sleeping in your room.

You were just a girl with needs!! It was only fair that you felt this way.

The room was silent for a while, and you thought you might finally be able to sleep.

You even prayed that you would have a sex dream… Maybe then, you would get to experience some kind of sexual activity on this supposed vacation.

But apparently, Jana was not done making her point.

"But really," Jana continued, "I'm very sorry. If I knew the bugs in my room's mattress would mean I would be intruding on your and Alexia's privacy, I would have just slept there."

"With the bugs?" you asked, a bit grossed out by the idea.

"Yes," Jana replied seriously, as if she were ready to make that sacrifice. "I'm so, so–"

"Jana," Alexia said sternly, "shut up, please."

You felt yourself getting wet at Alexia's tone.

You liked it when she was stern. You liked it a lot. Although, of course, you weren't going to say it.

Day 2

You were at the hotel's pool.

Alexia was lying on the sun chair beside you.

She looked so incredibly delicious in her orange bikini that you wanted to put your mouth on every inch of her body.

You wanted a taste of her, and by the way she was looking at you, she wanted it too.

You watched as Bruna, Ona, Jana, and Patri played some kind of pool game; they were splashing water around and laughing like little kids.

That was when you felt Alexia's hand slide onto your waist.

In one swift motion, she pulled you into her chair, your was back pressing against her chest as she peppered your neck with light kisses.

It was intimate but not scandalous.

"Estás tan guapa," Alexia murmured in a low voice. "Muy, muy guapa." [You look so pretty/very, very pretty]

You hummed, tilting your neck to the left to give her more space. You felt her grinning against your skin.

"Fui una idiota por invitar a las chicas," she added. "Lo siento por eso." [I was an idiot for inviting the girls/I'm sorry for that]

You wanted Alexia so much.

There was nothing you wanted more than to grab her hand, drag her back to your shared hotel room (thankfully, the staff had fixed Jana's room situation that morning), and finally get Alexia all to yourself.

But no.

You couldn't get her off that easily.

As if Alexia were just an annoying little bug on your neck, you stood up suddenly, pulling her hands off your body. And, without a word, you threw yourself into the pool, completely ignoring her.

Alexia stayed behind in the sun chair, looking confused, but you didn't care.

You swam straight toward the girls.

"Are you guys playing Marco Polo?" you asked, wiping water from your cheeks. "I wanna play too."

..

You all decided to go out and eat at one of those restaurants on the beach. 

You and Alexia got ready without saying a word. Well, Alexia tried to talk to you. You just weren't the one responding.

You were putting blush on when Alexia apologised for the ninth time that day.

"I'm sorry, bebé," she practically whined, which was a great contrast to the way she looked.

She was wearing a long, white dress, and her hair was in a bun. She looked deliciously mature.

"I'm not talking to you," you said, not even glancing at her reflection in the mirror as you continued to do your makeup.

"But it's our vacation," Alexia said. "You can't be mad at me forever."

"Not forever," you replied, putting on some red lipstick. "I'll be mad for the number of days I find necessary."

Alexia went quiet again, and you continued to get ready.

You put on your earrings, then your necklaces.

You were too preoccupied checking if your dress matched your silver accessories to realise Alexia had once again pressed herself to your back.

"Me gusta cuando te pones así, tan brava," Alexia whispered, her lips brushing soft kisses along your jaw. "Me pone tan mojada." [I like when you get mad/It makes me wet]

She took your hand and slipped it under her dress.

Your breath hitched when you felt the warmth of her inner thighs, and then she lifted your hand even higher, until you were cupping her cunt.

Her bare, very wet and very warm cunt.

"Te quiero tanto ahora, amor," Alexia said, pushing your hand further inside until your fingers were inside of her. [I want you so much right now, love]

You slid one finger in, then another.

You wanted to pull away (no, not really), but you couldn't take your eyes away from the mirror; you couldn't look away from the way Alexia's face was filled with pleasure behind you, as if she needed this.

Maybe she wasn't the only one who was sexually frustrated out of the two of you.

You started moving your fingers deeper each time, reading her expression to know what she needed.

If the frown between her brows tightened, then you would slow down, but if her mouth fell open, you would push in deeper.

You angled your fingers slightly, hitting that spot inside her that made her hips stutter, that made her sound a little less dominant, a little more dumb, a little more helpless.

"Por favor…" she murmured, her lips brushing the back of your neck. "Lo necesito…" [Please/I need it]

"I'll get you to the edge," you promised her, "but you're not gonna cum. Not tonight."

"No," Alexia shook her head as you pushed your fingers harder. "No, por favor…"

"Shhh," you whispered. "Enjoy it, baby."

Whenever you felt Alexia contract around you, you'd pull your fingers away, taking them to your mouth.

You would lick them clean, tasting her sweetness, then you would slide them right back inside her.

You edged her more times than you could count. You even felt a little sorry for her.

When her makeup was a complete mess on her face, and when tears began falling from her eyes, you finally decided to put a (partial) end to her misery :)

You pulled your fingers away completely without a warning. Alexia whined, but you didn't put them back this time.

You let Alexia lean against your back. Her thighs were still shaking.

You turned around and kissed her face, her cheeks, her jaw, her lips.

"Later," you promised. "We'll go to dinner, you'll behave, then we'll come back to this hotel and you're gonna fuck me with the strap until I drench the sheets, okay?" You took her jaw into your hands, making eyes contact with her.

"Yo–amor!" she breathed, eyes fluttering closed. "I need to cum."

"And then I'm gonna fuck you so good I'll have you squirting all over me. How does that sound?" 

Alexia looked at you with those soft hazel eyes.

"Sounds great, mi vida," She said, sounding a little dizzy. "Anything you want."

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The final shot: Champion, but at what cost?

Daphne van Domselaar x Chelsea!reader

a/n: Read pt.1, pt.2 and pt.3 first, before you read this one.

Summary: Daphne just won the Champions league, but it doesn't feel like it. But then you show up in front of her hotel room door.

Warnings: Slightly suggestive in the end and panic attack.

Word count: 6.3k

You stood up from your seat when the final whistle was about to blow. The fans in blue and red shirts were chanting ‘Barca’ on repeat, to encourage their team forward. You sat in the VIP area of the Estádio José Alvalade with the family and friends of your best friend, Leah, who was on the field, playing the best she had ever played. You knew it was strange to watch a match, the final of the Champions league especially, where Arsenal, your rival team plays against the team that knocked Chelsea out of the Champions league.

Leah had begged you to come and reluctantly, you had said yes. Leah had texted you a few weeks back that she could buy you a Arsenal jersey with her name on the back. You had texted her back, “over my dead body” and had blocked her for three days. And now here you are, not with an Arsenal or Chelsea jersey on, just in a t-shirt and shorts and then the final whistle blows. Leah her parents next to you, jumped in each other’s arms.

They were screaming that they were so proud of their daughter and the Arsenal. You scanned the field below you. Leah had dropped on the field, her hands covering her face. A smile appeared on your lips. Even though you bled blue through and through, your heart couldn’t help but beat faster at the sight of your best friend so happy. You saw how Leah got jumped by Kim, who hugged Leah tightly, and soon other players joined in on the hug.

Without really thinking, your eyes wandered to the Arsenal goal and your eyes landed on her. She sat crouched on the ground, looking around the stadium. You saw the light shake of her head, full of disbelief. You felt something in your chest tighten at the sight of Daphne. You hated yourself for searching for her on the field, even after everything, your eyes kept looking at her.

You saw the light smile on her lips, her eyes closing for a second, just to take in the noise around her and the celebrations of her teammates around her. You kept looking at her as she stood up and walked out of her box. Daphne got jumped by Manu, with so much force that made Daphne stumble back with Manu in her arms. “We did it!” Manu yelled in Daphne her ear.

The corner of Daphne her lips twitched into a faint smile. She still couldn’t believe that it was real, that this was real. You saw how Daphne embraced her other teammates, not with a sad smile, but not with a bright and proud smile either. Even though the two of you hadn’t talked for months and had broken up, you could tell when Daphne wasn’t happy and you could tell from her smile that didn’t reach her eyes, that she wasn’t happy.

After more minutes of Arsenal players and staff hugging each other, shaking their heads in disbelief and celebrating. They had made a guard of honor for the referee’s and the Barcelona players, so they could get their medal. Your eyes wandered again to Daphne, who stood besides Manu, who was bent forward and her hands in front of her face. Manu stood up straight with happy tears in her eyes and you saw Daphne cup her face, telling Manu something. Your stomach flipped at the sight. You felt something on your cheeks, like Daphne was cupping your face right now.

You turned your attention away from them when the speakers came through. “Please, give a loud applause for the referee’s!” The whole stadium started clapping and so did you. After a while both the referee’s and Barcelona had gotten their medals, and now it was Arsenal’s turn. The speakers came through again and the corner full of Arsenal fans started to cheer loudly, and so did Leah her family next to you.

You saw how all the Arsenal players got their golden medal and then it was Daphne her turn. She smiled politely at all the people that shook her hand and then she stood in front of the person who would hand her the medal. Daphne shook the man’s hand and bowed her head. The medal was now around her neck, but Daphne didn’t touch or kiss it, she just walked towards the podium at the center of the field.

You had to be honest with yourself. Your heart broke a little at the sight, because Daphne should be happy that she was a champion of Europe, but you saw it in her eyes, even from a distance, that she was not happy or stood proudly with the medal around her neck. Your eyes now went to Leah, who laughed with Kim, after she had pointed to someone to the bench. Leah smiled mischievously at the person Kim pointed to, before walking forward and collecting her medal. You saw Leah waiting at the end of the podium for Kim, who got handed the silverware.

Kim reached Leah, who took the other ear of the trophy and the two of them walked to where their teammates were practically jumping in anticipation for the trophy to be lifted. “The champion’s league winners; Arsenal women FC!” The speakers yelled. Kim and Leah stood in front of the champion’s board, the golden confetti already in the air and then, Kim and Leah lifted the trophy into the air. Red and white confetti got popped into the air. You watched from the stands, tears pricking in your eyes. You didn’t know if it was from sadness, because you would never get the chance to lift that trophy or if it were happy tears, because your best friend just won the Champion’s league with her childhood club.

“C’mon, y/n!” Amanda, Leah her mother shouted. She was already on the stairs, but you hesitated, because you are (were) a Chelsea player and it would be weird if you would be on the field and celebrating with Arsenal, the rival. You shook your head, because you weren’t a Chelsea player right now. Right now, you were the friend of a Champions league winner. You moved from your place and followed Leah her family down the stairs.

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The Arsenal hotel was buzzing, music blaring out of the boxes, drinks flowed and people danced like it was the best party ever. Daphne stood on the dance floor, where Jess Glynn was singing her popular songs. Daphne had a beer in her hand, the foam of it had disappeared and the beer wasn’t cold anymore. Daphne would usually dance along to the music, but not today. “Daph! C’mon, you had three songs of Jess on your warm-up playlist!” Steph yelled, after she saw that Daphne wasn’t singing along to the song.

Daphne didn’t know what it was. She knew that she should be happy. She had just won the Champion’s league on her first season with Arsenal. She should have been drunk by now, but her beer was untouched. Before Daphne could do anything, Katie took her glass of beer and handed Daphne a new beer. It was cold, the foam almost spilled from the glass. “C’mon, Daph! Let loose, you deserve it!” Katie slurred, already completely drunk.

“Daph, if you don’t chug it right now, you will be the next to sing!” Katie threatened teasingly and Daphne her cheeks burned bright red, but luckily it got covered by the red lights of the room. Daphne moved the glass to her lips and took a sip from the beer. The bitter taste of the liquid fell on Daphne her tongue and she swallowed the cold liquid down. The beer burned a little in her throat, because of the alcohol.

“Daph, you can do better than that!” Katie teased and Daphne rolled her eyes in annoyance and a bit of amusement. “Will you shut up if I chug it?” Daphne teased with a smirk. “You will not hear from me the whole night.” Daphne raised an eyebrow in amusement, because Katie probably wouldn’t back off. “Scouts honor!” Katie said and gave Daphne an absolutely horrible sign with her hand. Daphne shook her head and a small smile tugged at her lips.

“Fine.” Daphne finally gave in and moved the beer once more to her lips. Daphne knew that she wasn’t great at chugging contests, but if it would make Katie back off, Daphne would chug the beer gladly. Katie cheered her on when Daphne started to chug the beer down. Daphne felt streams of bear going down her neck, but then she slammed the empty glass on the table and cleaned her mouth with the champions jersey she was wearing.

“Yes, Daph! That’s what I’m talking about!” Katie howled. Daphne shook her head and cleaned her neck with the collar of her shirt. “You want another one?” Katie teased and Daphne gave Katie a pointed look, because she did what Katie asked. “Alright, never mind then.” Katie laughed and walked away with the trophy still in hand. Daphne swore to herself that Katie wouldn’t let go of that trophy anymore, even if her life depended on it.

The party continued and Daphne started to feel the beer she chugged, taking a toll on her. Daphne knew she would get drunk fast, she didn’t need much, one beer would be enough to make her tipsy. Daphne took a seat at one of the tables and looked around. She looked to her left and saw Katie and Caitlin completely over each other, Lia and Mariona were hand in hand on the dance floor, Beth and Viv shared a kiss on the right side of the room and Daphne saw Leah sitting on Elle her lap, taking pictures.

Elle her hands on Leah her waist and Leah bit on the gold medal in her mouth. Daphne sighed and turned her head back to the stage and there she saw Jess and Alex all over each other as well. Daphne leaned against the chair and tilted her head, and looked now at the ceiling. Daphne was surrounded by couples that celebrated the win and Daphne was alone. She wanted you here, god she wanted to.

She wanted to show off the medal around her neck, whisper sweet nothings in your ear and kiss you on the middle of the dance floor with everyone watching, but that was only a dream that would never come true. Daphne wondered why she was still here, partying, but not really. She was done with seeing all the couples around her, knowing that she would never have that, not anymore, at least not with you.

After a while, Daphne had enough and she stood up from her seat. Without saying anything to anyone, she walked out of the room and headed to her hotel room. “What’s the point?” Daphne muttered under her breath and finally reached her room. Daphne walked through the door and slammed the door hard shut behind her, making the door rattle a little on their hinges. Daphne was done with pretending and took off the medal that she didn’t want, and threw it without looking somewhere in the room.

Daphne pulled off the champions shirt with the number ‘25’ off herself and threw it in her suitcase. Absentmindedly, Daphne took one of your sweaters that she had packed with her to here. Daphne ran her hands through her hair after she put the sweater on and she took a seat on the edge of the bed, her hands still in her hair and her eyes closed. “I wish you were here.” Daphne whispered under her breath and she let herself fall on the bed. The sheets ruffled silently under Daphne her body. Daphne opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling.

The room fell into a silence, the only sound came from people walking in the hall every now and then, the traffic outside or the ruffles of the sheets when Daphne moved. Daphne closed her eyes once more, trying to calm her mind and the emotions she was feeling, if she even felt anything at this point. Daphne her mind wandered back to the party, to how most of her teammates had their girlfriend or boyfriends with them to celebrate this achievement and Daphne didn’t, that hurt more than Daphne cared to admit.

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You arrived later at the hotel where Arsenal was staying. In your hotel you were debating if you should come or not, but Leah had begged you to come, so you did. You entered the room. The room was completely lit with red lights. The smell of beer and champagne didn’t go unnoticed. There was red and white confetti on the ground, that was sticky from the spilled beers and you saw the trophy in the air. “y/n!” You heard your name being yelled from a very hoarse voice. You turned around and were met with Beth, who had a half empty beer in her hand.

“Beth!” You yelled and pulled her into a hug. “You are going wild I see.” You teased with a smirk and Beth rolled her eyes, but no annoyance behind it. “Oh, you haven’t seen Katie yet.” Beth retorted and took a sip from her beer, and you just shook your head. “Do I want to see Katie?” It was a rhetorical question, because you absolutely didn’t want to talk to Katie McCabe in her drunk state. “Actually, no. You really don’t want that.” Beth laughed hard, which was influenced by the alcohol in her system.

“I’m going to look for Leah. Enjoy the night and please, be careful.” You warned with a smirk and pulled Beth into another hug. “No promises!” Beth yelled after you, when you had turned on your heel. You moved through the crowded space, trying to get a glimpse of the blonde defender and then you spotted her with her girlfriend.  

“Leah!” You yelled and the blonde turned her head to you. “y/n!” Leah stood up from Elle her lap, where she was seated and met you halfway, when you walked towards her. “You made it!” Leah shrieked into your ear, after she had pulled you into a hug and you chuckled at that. “But I do miss one thing.” Leah stated and you heard the mischief in her voice, so you raised an eyebrow in suspicion. “What are you-” Before you could even finish your question, Leah had thrown a Arsenal jersey at you and when you realized, you threw it on the ground.

“What the hell Williamson?!” You yelled in disbelief and looked at Leah again, who was smirking so widely. “I said I would get you one, didn’t I?” Leah stated with a smirk and you rolled your eyes, because Leah had in fact said that over a text. “And you know what my response was? ‘Over my dead body’ and I blocked you for three days! Ring a bell?” You huffed and Leah was deep in thought, like she was solving a very hard puzzle.

“Mmhh, not at the moment.” Leah hummed with a smirk and you rolled your eyes, but with no real annoyance behind it. “Alright, I can just leave and not be your best friend anymore.” You threatened, but the tease in your voice was unmistakable and Leah gasped dramatically. "I can’t believe that thought even crossed your little Chelsea mind." Leah said dramatically and placed one of her hands on her heart, like you had stabbed her right there.

“Fine, I was just joking,” You said with a smirk and Leah pulled you into a hug again, and you whispered softly in Leah her ear, “partly.” Leah pulled back and gave you a playful shove, and you just smirked back at her. “Alright, drama queen. Why don’t we get something to drink, before I really get infected by your red Gunner blood.” Leah let out another dramatic sigh and walked together with you to the bar.

“In all seriousness,” You started and Leah started to walk slower, and you adjusted to her pace. “I’m really happy that you won it and before you start. I’m saying this as your best friend and not as a Chelsea play-” You stopped and didn’t let the word ‘player’ roll off your tongue, because you weren’t a player anymore. Leah her gaze locked onto yours, her eyes softened at the word you couldn’t say. “Hey,” You looked up when you heard Leah her soft voice. “you’re still a player, maybe not out there on a field chasing the ball or scoring goals, but in here.” Leah said her voice still soft, but firm and she tapped with her index finger on your chest, just above your heart.

“in here, you are still the fierce Chelsea player and the most annoying striker I had to defend in my entire career.” You blinked rapidly with your eyes, hoping to blink the tears away. “And for your information, that’s me talking as your best friend and your captain of your national team.” Leah clarified and you couldn’t help the small laugh or sob, you couldn’t tell, escape from your throat.

You wiped the tears from your eyes with the palms of both your hands. “I didn’t think you were the sentimental type.” You murmured with a small smile and looked at Leah, who smiled at you. “Well, to be honest, I’m not. I took that over from Elle.” Leah stated and that earned a full laugh from you, as the two of you reached the bar.

“You know, you haven’t asked about her ever since you walked through the door.” You raised an eyebrow and took the beer Leah handed to you. “I don’t know who ‘her’ is.” You lied and Leah heard it, of course she heard. Leah gave you a look, that meant: “Don’t lie to me”. You sighed and ran your free hand through your hair. “Can we not?” You asked, not pleading, but hoping that Leah would understand that you didn’t want to talk about her. You scanned the room and didn’t see the tall goalkeeper anywhere. “I know you looked at her during the match.” You snapped your head back to meet Leah her gaze, who was casually taking a sip from her beer.

“Leah-” You had barely started your sentences, before Leah cut you off with her hand in the air. “Go. Talk. To. Her. Her room number is 221.” Leah stated, before leaving you dumbfounded at the bar, the beer in your hand forgotten. “Damn it, Leah.” You cursed under your breath, before standing up and leaving the beer on the table, and you headed to the door.

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Back in Daphne her room, Daphne hadn’t moved from where she was sitting, on the edge of the bed, her hands curled into fists in the sheets and she stared at the carpet floor of her room. Daphne hated that she felt like this, she hated that she wasn’t happy that she won the champions league, hated that she was jealous of all her teammates with their loved ones and hated it even more that you weren’t sitting next to her right now.

“I just wish you were here.” Daphne whispered and looked up at the ceiling, like she was begging someone from above, that you would knock on her door right now and that she could see your face. Daphne her plea fell in the room and she let herself fall back on the bed with a heavy sigh, and closing her eyes, but then there it was. One knock, then two and then three. Daphne ignored it at first, probably figuring that it was one of her teammates, who finally noticed that she wasn’t at the party, but then the knocks came again.

Louder. Harder. Daphne finally opened her eyes and shook her head against the sheet, before she pushed herself up by her elbows. Daphne reluctantly pushed herself up from the bed and patted to the door. When Daphne reached the door, her hand rested for a beat on the handle, before opening it, not bothering to look who was at the door.

“I don’t want company.” Daphne muttered and was about to close the door, but then the voice of the person filled the empty hallway. “Is that how you treat the person who’s leg you snapped in two?” Your voice wasn’t teasing, wasn’t with humor. It was flat, no emotion behind it. Daphne stopped mid-motion closing the door, her body tensed at your words and her eyes landed to the floor, only seeing the noses of your shoes.

You observed her for a beat. You frowned lightly, there was no golden medal around her neck, no champions jersey and her voice smelling only faintly with alcohol. Without saying a word, Daphne opened the door wider and turned around, giving you a choice: leave or enter the threshold. You waited a second, then another and another, before stepping inside and closing the door softly with a ‘click’. Daphne was already sitting on the edge of the bed, her head hanging low and her hands gripping her thighs hard, hoping to ground herself and trying not to break down in front of you.

Your eyes wandered from Daphne to the room. You scanned it thoroughly. It was a mess and you knew Daphne was always neat, there was never a t-shirt on the floor or a sock and when the two of you would be on vacation, Daphne her suitcase would lay in one of the corners of the room, her clothes folded neatly in it, but now? Now there were clothes discarded on the floor, the bedsheets were not made and then your eyes landed on a particular spot in the room.

You frowned when your eyes landed on the shiny gold medal on the ground with the blue ribbon attached to it, the white letters on the ribbon could be read, because of the light of the nightstand lamp. Next to it laid the red jersey, the same jersey Leah had thrown at you for a joke. Before you could take in more of the mess in the room, Daphne her voice filled the room, “I’m sorry.” It was barely audible, but because of the silence in the room, you heard it.

Her voice cracked, it trembled and it was filled with something you couldn’t quite place. “Sorry?” You echoed softly as well and your gaze landed back on Daphne, who looked really small, sitting like that. “You’re sorry?” Your voice was sharp like a knife and your eyes turned darker. Daphne her body flinched ever so slightly at your words. “For what exactly?” You continued and took a step closer, the wood under the carpet cracked, making Daphne look up. You saw that Daphne her eyes were glassy, but you didn’t stop, you couldn’t.

“Are you sorry for the fact that you ended my career? That you snapped my leg in two, huh?” You hissed and your voice was full of anger now. You stood face to face with the woman you had given your whole heart to and she broke it by ending your career, with that one crucial save. You didn’t wait for Daphne to respond and took another slow step forward. “Or? Are you sorry that you haven’t contacted me ever since we broke up?” You hissed again and this made Daphne rise from the bed, both of you standing inches away from each other.

“That’s not fair!” Daphne bit back, her jaw clenched and her fists trembled at her side. “Oh, now you want to talk about fair?” You snapped back, your own jaw clenched as well, your eyes still full with fury. “What’s not fair is, that you get to play the game you love the most and me? Guess what? I won’t step on a football field, wear my Chelsea jersey ever again or wear that gold medal around my neck, or should I say any other medal?” You said through gritted teeth and Daphne couldn’t respond, her throat got dry and she felt the guilt growing inside her chest.

“Because you know why? Because your pride of having a clean sheet was more important than me!” You yelled and took one final step closer, and shoved Daphne with both your hands, making her stumble back on the edge of the bed. “And the worst part is, I still fucking care about you!” You yelled again and this made Daphne freeze. You took a small step back, your chest rose and fell heavily, your chest tightened and your jaw still clenched.

“I saw how you didn’t take most of the goal kicks and then I knew, you’re still not 100% with that ankle.” You shook your head, because how the hell could you still care about her, after everything. After everything she had caused you. You still cared about her. That was something you hated to admit, but you just did. The woman who ended your career, who ruined your future in football, was sitting in front of you and you still cared about her.

You turned around, your back facing Daphne, who was still wrapping her head around the words you had said. “And the worst part is, I still fucking care about you!” Your words were on a loop in her mind. Daphne her head filled with questions, ‘Was there still a chance?’ ‘Had you never let go of what you felt?’ ‘Could there be a ‘them’ again?’ Daphne rose again from the edge of the bed, her legs were shaking and her hands trembled at her side. You felt her presence behind you, the warmth of her body was only a few inches away from you. Daphne thought, no she hoped, that this was her chance to make things right.

Daphne instinctively took one final step closer, her hands brushed your waist, just lightly, barely even there. The touch sent a shiver down your spine, but you couldn’t turn around, because you knew that you would crumble under her eyes. The eyes that you still remember from the back of your hand, the eyes that always knew what you wanted with one look. Daphne waited a beat, giving you the chance to pull away, to yell at her again, but you didn’t.

You stood frozen to the spot and the warmth of Daphne her palms now rested firm, but tender on your waist. Your breath hitched, when you felt Daphne her breath against your ear and her lips brushed your ear now. You parted your lips, hoping to tell her to stop or that this wasn’t the reason you were here, but nothing, your voice was gone and only a soft sigh left your lips, before you could stop it and that was the only thing Daphne needed.

She spun you around and the two of you stood face to face again. The tension from earlier had disappeared like a puff of smoke and it was only filled with the intimate moment that the two of you had shared on multiple occasions. One of Daphne her hands left your waist, the warmth of her palm got replaced by the cold air of the hotel room. The only warmth of the room hung between your bodies. Daphne her fingers trailed over the fabric of your shirt upward to your cheek.

Daphne pushed a lock of hair behind your ear, her hand lingering longer than necessary, before resting on your cheek and her thumb brushing tenderly over your cheek. Before you could do anything, Daphne leaned in, her lips brushing yours and it sent again a shiver down your spine, that had never changed, even if you tried. Daphne didn’t kiss you yet, she was again waiting and giving you the chance to pull back, but when you didn’t, Daphne pressed her lips on yours. You rested one of your hands on Daphne her arm, grounding yourself in the kiss.

You tried to keep the coldness you had earlier, but even you knew that it had long disappeared when the words, “I still fucking care about you.” Had left your mouth. You finally gave in and leaned into the kiss and the hand that was holding your cheek dropped to your waist. Daphne pulled you closer, deepening the kiss and moved the two of you to the closest wall. Your back hit the wall with a soft thud, even though Daphne her kisses weren’t gentle anymore, she was still gentle with her hands, she always had been.

You rested your head against the wall and Daphne her lips moved from yours, to your jaw and Daphne left a trail of fiery kisses down to your neck. Your lips parted and you moved your head, giving Daphne more access to your neck. Daphne moved her lips back up and connected them with yours once more, her hands fiddled with the hem of your shirt, before both her hands slipped under the fabric, making you gasp softly against Daphne her lips, who took the opportunity and slipped her tongue past your parted lips.

Daphne her fingertips danced on your warm skin, constantly sending small shivers through your body. Your head was a fog, the walls you had built around yourself towards Daphne crumbled and all just from her touch. Daphne continued to explore your body under her fingertips, the body she had memorized a hundred times. The fog in your head disappeared when Daphne her fingers left your skin and was pulling your shirt up, but you pushed her off you. Daphne looked confused at you, wondering if she had misread everything.

“What-” Daphne her voice came, still breathless from the intimate moment, but you cut her off with the cold look. Daphne her voice faltered and tried to take a step forward. “Don’t.” Your voice was cold and distant again and you took a few steps back, your hand raised, making Daphne stop in her step.

“I thought-” Daphne her cracked voice, barely a whisper filled the room, but you cut her off ending her sentence, before it even started. “You thought wrong!” You snapped and Daphne flinched at your words. “This was a mistake. How can you do that? I came here to talk and you what? I say that I still care about you and you think we can fuck and make up?” Daphne looked down at the ground, her hope of getting you back shattering in this moment.

“This isn’t a fucking Disney movie Daphne! Just because I still care, doesn’t mean you can kiss me like that!” You yelled and shook your head, trying to clear your mind. “You kissed me back.” Daphne her voice wasn’t an accusation, it was a fact. “Yeah, that’s on me. But Daphne wake up! There is no hope here left,” you gestured vaguely in the space between you. “you ended my career, you never texted me and never visited me during rehab.” You stated coldly and your jaw clenched. “Don’t you dare! You broke up with me, remember!” Daphne shouted back, her jaw clenched as well.

“Yeah, well, a friend would’ve still visited.” Daphne her stomach twisted at the words, she knew that it was true, but she couldn’t visit you, she just couldn’t. “You’re a coward Daphne! Grow the hell up!” Daphne opened her mouth to respond, but you were already at the door, not giving Daphne a final look and you slammed the door shut behind you, leaving Daphne alone again.

The slam of the door echoed through the hotel room and Daphne stood frozen in the room, she hadn’t moved, hadn’t blinked and hadn’t breathed. And then, Daphne finally blinked and again, hoping that what just happened was a nightmare, but it wasn’t. It did happen, you had yelled at her and left her. Daphne her heart hammered against her ribcage, her breathing was shallow and uneven.

Daphne forced her eyes shut, tears fell from her eyes on her cheeks and she dropped to the ground when her knees buckled beneath her. Daphne caught herself on the bed, her tears falling on the sheet. Her sobs filled the room and her fists slammed on the sheets. Her breathing became erratic and when hand clutched against her sweater, hoping to ground herself. Her breaths became shorter and harder to get in. Daphne started to panic, the crushing feeling on her chest came, just like what happened a few months ago, when she had returned home from the hospital.

“No-ple-” Daphne tried to say through her short breaths. It was happening again, she was having another panic attack and this one was worse than the last one. “I-I can’t-breathe” Daphne whispered through ragged breaths and clutched her hand that was on the sheet, her knuckles turning white. Daphne her vision was blurry because of the tears. Daphne her heart hammered harder and harder against her ribcage, it felt like her heart was ready to leave her as well.

“It hurts.” Daphne finally managed to say, without pausing. Daphne was falling apart, she thought she had you back, but she had misread every word you had said and it pushed you away even further. “Why didn’t you just fucking visit her!” Daphne cursed at herself, hitting her fist on the bed, but it didn’t do anything. “You are a fucking coward, Daph!” Daphne cursed once more.

She knew she should’ve visited you, but she thought that you didn’t want her to, that it would hurt you even more, seeing her at rehab. “I should’ve texted you.” Daphne now whispered, her breathing finally coming back to normal. Daphne knew that she should’ve texted you, even if it hurt like hell. It was the least you deserved, to get something, anything from Daphne, but you got nothing and when Daphne heard you say it. She wished she could turn back time, not even to your rehab.

Daphne would turn back time to the moment in the Chelsea match, to make herself stop from the dive, the dive that had ruined everything that the two of you had built, but Daphne couldn’t turn back time and couldn’t fix what she had broken. Daphne stood up after she had calmed down more and slipped under the bedsheets, tightening the sheets around herself and closed her eyes, tears streaming from her eyes. Daphne didn’t want to cry, it should be one of the best days of her career. She won the Champion’s league, but it didn’t feel like it, not in this moment, not after you had left again.

Downstairs you moved through the final hallways. You stopped at one door, you needed to walk through the party that was still in full swing and you didn’t want to talk to anyone, especially Leah. You let out a deep sigh and opened the door, the music that was first muffled by the door was now blasting in your eardrums. You held your head down, hoping that no one would see you and that you didn’t have to explain why you would be leaving early.

You moved through the crowd, but bumped into someone on your way. You looked up and was met with Leah her eyes, confusion in the blue eyes of the defender. You gave her a small smile that didn’t reach your eyes, before walking past her. Leah being Leah, knew something had happened. She followed you and started to call for you, when the two of you were out of the room. “y/n!” You didn’t turn around and kept walking, your footsteps echoed off the walls, but the footsteps behind you followed.

You reached outside, the cold air biting against your warm skin and you tilted your head up to the sky, and you closed your eyes. A beat passed and then you heard the footsteps stop a few meters away from you. You didn’t need to guess who it was, because you knew who it was. “Leah, go back to the party, I’m fine.” You lied and waited for Leah to turn around, and to hear her footsteps fading, but they didn’t.

“y/n, what happened?” You turned your head to her, meeting Leah her eyes finally. “She messed up.” Was all you needed to say, for Leah to frown in confusion. “Okay, what happened?” You sighed and Leah led you to the bench that stood in front of the hotel. “You want the short version or the long one?” You asked and Leah gave the look that meant, “The long version.” You took a deep breath and started to tell her what happened. What felt like an eternity, you finally had told the full story and Leah was stunned.

“So, you said that you still care about her and she kissed you?” You nodded and saw that Leah was puzzling in her mind. “And then we fought, because Daphne thought that everything was okay, but it isn’t. It will never be okay, Le.” You whispered, your head in your hands. “Can we drop it?” Leah opened her mouth, but you gave her a pleading look. “I don’t want to think about it, at least for tonight.” Leah closed her mouth again and nodded in understanding, and wrapped her hands around you. “Thank you for coming, even if you didn’t want to come.” Leah murmured, her head resting on your shoulder.

“Are you saying that as an Arsenal player, my lionesses captain or as my best friend?” You teased, hoping to lighten the mood. You heard Leah chuckle softly next to you. “You can fill that in yourself, I’m just here.” Leah stated with a smirk and you rested your head against Leah’s. “I’ll take the best friend.” Leah only hummed and whispered, “Then I will be here as your best friend.” The two of you fell into a comforting silence, there were no words needed and you didn’t need any words from Leah, you just needed her next to you in this moment of peace. 

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All this time II Aggie Beever-Jones x Reader

romantic masterlist | platonic masterlist | word count: 1761

summary: They had always played side by side from their academy days right through to the Champions League semi-final, where their relationship is finally revealed. requested

author's note: Thank you for sending in the request, anon. We really hope you and all our lovely readers enjoy the fanfic. 🫶🏻🫶🏻

disclaimer: everything in this fanfiction is purely fictional and nothing corresponds to reality.

You’d always remember that October, two years ago.

It wasn’t just your and Aggie’s debut for Chelsea’s first team, though that alone was unforgettable. For both of you, it meant more than that. It was the start of something you’d only dared to dream about when you were kids kicking a ball around after school.

As you stood waiting for the first leg against Barcelona in the Women’s Champions League, your mind drifted back to that moment. The memory steadied you, soothed your nerves like a hand on your shoulder.

“Ready.”, Aggie whispered into your ear, voice low, eyes bright, clearly just as thrilled as you were.

A shiver ran down your spine.

You’d both come off the bench that day, your coach had told you as much and now it was nearly time for the changes again.

You bit your lip, heart pounding, and nodded: “Ready, if you are.”

“Never been more ready.”, she replied earnestly.

Her arms wrapped around you in a quick, fierce hug before she jogged onto the pitch, subbing in for Sam Kerr. A few minutes later, you followed, slipping into the back line to gain experience, to hold your ground.

Brighton didn’t give you much to work with frustrating, in truth, but from a distance, you raised your hands in celebration the moment you saw her score. Your best friend. Your teammate. Your childhood shadow now lighting up the stadium for the club that had always meant everything to her.

Grinning, you sprinted toward her. She leapt into your arms, laughter in her breath, nearly knocking you off balance.

“Aggie, your goal was amazing.”, you told her, pride colouring your voice.

“Thanks.”, she beamed, face flushed as she hid it in the crook of your neck. The moment wrapped around the two of you like a secret. No lens could catch it. No replay could capture what it truly meant.

This was big. Bigger than a debut, bigger than a match. A shared dream, come to life.

You knew how rare that was. Most never got this far.

But you had, together.                               

After the game, you were both buzzing as you made your way home.

“What a day, huh?”, you said, a smile tugging at your lips.

Aggie shook her head in disbelief: “I still can’t believe it worked out like that.”

You laughed softly, feeling a lump in your throat: “Remember when we were just kids starting at the academy? Feels like a lifetime ago.”

She slipped her arm around your waist, grinning: “It does. And honestly, it only feels right that we made our debut together.”

“Yeah.”, you agreed, your voice quiet with emotion.

Her bright blue eyes met yours, full of pride: “I’m proud of you.”

You were never good at taking compliments so you just shrugged and grinned at her: “I only defended while you actually scored today.”

Aggie gave you a mock-disapproving look, even rolling her eyes playfully: “Oh come on. It’s literally my job.”

“I know.”, you said.

There was nothing more to say. She scored goals, you defended them. There was nothing but silence left, not awkward but comfortable as you both took in this milestone in your careers.

Then, out of nowhere, Aggie spoke up: “Be my girlfriend.”

It came out so quickly, you blinked at her for a few seconds before words even fully registered.

“Wait, what?”, you asked, almost laughing. This had to be a joke.

But her face was serious, waiting for an answer: “Come on, say yes.”

“You’re serious?”, you asked a bit breathless.

She gave one firm nod: “I am.”

You couldn’t hold back your smile: “It’s a yes from me.”

“Really?”

“Really.“, you nodded excitedly, wrapping your arms around her waist. You had imagined this moment too many times, but you would have never been courageous enough to ask her. Not if it put your friendship at risk. So, in this moment you couldn’t quite believe your luck.

Actually, your whole life had started to feel incredibly surreal to you. Everything went so quickly from your debut to this relationship and suddenly you found yourself in Barcelona, moments before you would play in the semi-final of the Women’s Champions League.

Adrenaline rushed through your veins as you slipped into your shirt. You glanced at Aggie watching you and winked: “Ready?”

Your girlfriend nodded back: “Yeah, you?”

“We can do it, girls.”, Niamh chimed in, looking determined and optimistic.

Millie grinned as she tugged at her captains Armband: “Yes, it’s only Barcelona.”

“And we have beaten them before.”, Erin added.

“Yeah, you got me on your team now.”, Lucy smirked at the two of you.

Grinning, you raised an eyebrow at the older defender, teasing her back: “Don’t get too distracted by your girlfriend, Bronzey.”

Lucy feigned offense: “Who do you take me for? I will beat her and then I will cheer her up.”

“Always the professional.”, Wieke said with a smile.

“You know me.”, Lucy replied.

The dressing room banter really helped to calm your nerves. It reminded you that you were all one big family and you immediately felt safe. The game, however, was something you wanted to forget as quickly as possible.

You were 4:1 down at the final whistle. You dropped to the ground, overwhelmed by frustration and disappointment and the question of what went wrong. Wishing that the pitch would just open up and swallow you whole, you just laid there, staring at the bright blue sky. Until a familiar face popped into view.

“Hey… good game.”, Aggie said, stretching out her hands to help you up.

She lifted you up, but you refused to look at her, hiding your face in her neck. There, the cameras couldn’t capture your emotional state, something that was usually written all over your face.

“You must be joking. We conceded four goals.”, you mumbled bitterly, your voice almost lost in her jersey.

It hurt the blonde to see you like this. Helplessly, she lifted your chin, leaving you no choice but to meet her pretty, sky-blue eyes.

“What do you want me to say?”, Aggie asked, her tone serious.

Quietly, you replied: “The truth.”

“We just weren’t good enough today.”, your girlfriend admitted. Frustration clouded her features. You both were ambitious in your positions, it was what had made you so good at such a young age. But it also made days like this nearly unbearable.

You nodded slowly: “Yeah. Right.”

“Come on, we’ve got another chance next week.”, she said, trying to lift your spirits.

A sad smile tugged at your lips: “We do.”

“It’ll be hard,” the forward added, her voice steadier than you expected, “but we can fix this.”

Her optimism was infectious.

“Back at home, we might have a chance.”

“With the fans? Definitely.”, Aggie hummed.

Hand in hand, the two of you walked towards the players’ tunnel. The light around you had turned golden with the late afternoon sun.

“Time to build ourselves back up.”, she murmured.

A warm clap landed on your backs.

“Come on.”, Millie said, falling in beside you.

“We’re coming.”, Aggie responded quickly, her fingers still wrapped around yours.

“Can’t wait to be home.”, you confessed to her. The beauty of the evening, the soft light, the quiet sky, only made the weight of your emotions feel heavier. A little distance from it all would do you, and the team, some good.

Even though home was the person walking beside you, the one who now gently squeezed your hand.

“Don’t worry.”, she said. “I’ll sit next to you the whole time until we’re back.”

That made the ache just a little more bearable.

You exhaled. “We could listen to music,” you suggested. Songs, not quite a cure, but a comfort. For heartbreaks, both romantic and football related.

“I like that.”, Aggie whispered. And while none of your teammates were looking, she pressed a small kiss to your cheek.

A day to forget and yet, in this quiet moment, you were incredibly grateful to call her your girlfriend.

Exactly one week later, you found yourself in the same position again. All the positive self-talk, all the planning and working on what could be improved was useless. You lost again. At home too.

This time, it was your captain who came over after the final whistle: “Y/n?”

“Yes?”

“You did good.”, she said gently, her hand resting on your left shoulder.

You stared at her, deadpan: “Mills, we lost 8:2 on aggregate.”

“Who cares about that now? We’re out anyway. But you didn’t have a bad game.”, she insisted.

You shook your head. Not bad was not enough, especially not against Barcelona.

“Where’s Aggie?”, you changed the subject, scanning the pitch for her familiar blond head.

Millie nodded toward the benches: “Over there with Lucy.”

You turned to look. Your girlfriend stood with Lucy, who was trying to comfort her. She gave her reassuring clap on the back.

“Aggie, come here. You gave it your all.”, Lucy said.

Aggie pulled away, frustrated: “No, it wasn’t enough. Y/n wanted to win.”

“Trust me, we all did. Next season we’ll go again. And we have another final to win.”, Lucy reminded her patiently.

“You’re right… but still.”

By the time you reached them, Aggie had calmed down a bit.

“Love.”, you said softly, placing your hand on her arm.

You only realised what you’d called her when Millie, Lucy and Naomi turned around in unison. “Love?!”, they echoed.

Aggie eyes widened: “Oh no…”

“Shit.”, you cursed under your breath.

Millie raised her eyebrows, a small smirk on her lips: “We want the full story now.”

“Yes, please!”, Sandy chimed in, clearly grateful for the distraction.

“It’s a long story.”, Aggie said.

Niamh narrowed her eyes: “Does that mean you have been a thing the whole time?”

“Well, since we started playing for the Chelsea senior team.”, Aggie admitted.

“And we were friends before that.”, you added.

Aggie nodded: “Exactly.”

You were tired of having this conversation right now so you turned to Aggie and said: “Long story short…”

Then you kissed her, right in front of everyone. If it was going to be public, you might as well do it right.

Lucy grimaced: “Ugh, disgusting!”

“Shut up, Lucy!”, you and Aggie shot back simultaneously, then burst out laughing.

Yes, maybe these have been the worst games of your career so far.

But there was no one else that you would rather share them with.

You'd been through ups and downs before but you always had each other. There were better games still to come.

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This duo I’m on my knees no questions asked 🫠

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What the FUCK

Ona’s face 🥹

Outfits are so good omg…that pink suit ❤️‍🔥

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FINALY WE GOT THAT MIROR PIC

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Our favourite media content girly ❤️

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remember when this love tv was released 1.5 years before 1989 tv LMAO

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"the deflation of our dreaming leaving me bereft and reeling" is one of the saddest things she's ever written btw