#deyna catellanos x reader

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I’d Walk to You If I Had No Other Way | Deyna Castellanos x reader

Word Count: 1k Summary: Your girlfriend disappears on you, but she’ll always come home – this is by far not my best I’m sorry Warnings: angst, fluff Request by - @deynacastellonaswife

Having a best friend who spends three quarters of her year across the ocean and the last quarter playing for her international team is hard. I’ve known Deyna for nearly 17 years, having met when she pushed a boy who was bullying me in primary school, and being inseparable ever since.

I always knew Dey would become a professional footballer, she likes to deny it, but I knew. So when she got an offer to play at Atletico Madrid in 2020, I insisted she go. Our goodbye was when we first kissed.

Having a girlfriend who spends three quarters of her year across the ocean and the rest playing for her international team is considerably harder. After she finished her time in Madrid, she moved to Manchester, a great move for her career but hard to deal with. The time zones weren’t particularly excessive, but when she has training all day and ‘team bonding’, and I’m in class or doing assessments, it makes for difficulty trying to find a time to call or talk.

Which is why I’m sat awake at 11pm, waiting for her to finally call.

And at 12am.

I pass out before the clock reaches 1, body in a rather uncomfortable position as my laptop sits open beside me, blank screen with no sign of Deyna even trying to reach me. I think perhaps it’s just a one-time thing, she got too busy to make our (mostly) daily call. But then she misses the next one and a few more after that. I try calling her multiple times without an answer.

I eventually facetime Laia, who I met a few times when she and Dey played at Atletico together.

“What do you mean she hasn’t called? She always calls.” Laia questions over the phone as I stare once again at the screen of my laptop.

“She hasn’t called or answered one of my calls or texts in like 6 days. What am I supposed to do if she hasn’t answered my call in 6 days Laia?”

“I can talk to her if you’d like. Ask what she’s been up to?” I nod solemnly at the girl and thank her before we say our goodbyes.

I then proceed to not hear from either of them for a couple days after that. And then their international break comes, one I’d usually be excited for because Venezuela has no games which means Deyna can come home and hang out. But without hearing from her in over a week, I don’t expect to see her… ever again really.

So when it’s the middle of the day and I’m trying to work on my rather long psychology assignment, and my phone rings and I see Deyna’s contact, you can imagine my surprise. I spend so long contemplating whether to answer or not that the call just rings out. And when she starts calling again, I contemplate whether to be angry or act like she hasn’t ignored me for a week and a bit. Once again, the call rings out.

It’s the third time when I just pick it up.

“Hola bebé!” and that’s the final straw.

“Hola bebé?! You have no fucking right to just completely ignore me and avoid all contact with me for over a week and then just call me in the middle of an assignment and act like nothing is wrong! Where the fuck have you been!?” I scream down the phone.

“I know I know! I just- I wanted to surprise you by flying home early but my flight kept getting cancelled and I didn’t want to ruin it and I knew if we talked, I’d tell you.”

“That still doesn’t excuse you for ignoring me! You could have still answered texts or something! And then Laia disappeared?”

“I told her she couldn’t tell you and she is awfully horrible at keeping secrets.”

“Fine. So what? Did you get here?”

“No.” she lets out a disconcerted sigh before continuing.

“Manchester International fucking sucks. There aren’t any flights to Caracas for like another week.” I let out a sigh in return.

“It’s ok. We’ll find another time.” A silent tear slips down my cheek as we each say our goodbyes and I spend the rest of the day trying to distract myself from the impending loneliness I hadn’t realised I’d been feeling, previously covered up by the excitement of seeing Deyna.

~~~~~

The sun isn’t even breaching the horizon, the moon still high in the sky, when someone shakes me awake from my deep sleep. My eyes blink open and I don’t think much of it until I remember that I’m very much home alone.

I shoot up and flail my arm around trying to hit whoever it is that’s hiding in the dark. The light flicks on before I can start shouting as well.

“It’s me, it’s me!” My head snaps over to the person, only to see Deyna staring at me with wide eyes, her suitcase and bag propped up against the wall.

“W- what? How? I thought there weren’t any flights from Manchester.” I slip out of bed and wrap my arms around her.

“There weren’t any coming here. But there was a long ass one that stopped over in Paris for like 7 hours. My back is dead from trying to sleep in so many horrible positions.”

“You should have just waited another week. I don’t want you hurting yourself just to see me.” I pout up at her as I lead her to lay down in bed.

“I’d walk to you if I had no other way bebé.” She pecks me on the lips and pulls me in, my head resting on her chest with her arms tightly around me.

“You listened to Hey There Delilah on the way home huh?”

Deyna laughs and nods in confirmation and I giggle, pulling her closer to me and closing my eyes.

“I’m sorry for ignoring you for so long. I really didn’t want to ruin the surprise.”

“It’s worth it now you’re here.”

We talk and cuddle and kiss until the sun peaks above the mountains, the stars fade from the sky and we fall asleep, finally in each other’s arms again. Where we belong.