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Patri Guijarro x reader

You convince Patri to get your nails done together

A little bit shorter than my usual, just cute and fluffy to wrap up my finals today.

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“Patriiiiiii. Babyyyy.” You poked at her cheek as you whined at her, desperate for attention that she wasn’t giving you. Your girlfriend was on her laptop pretending to be focused on something while you annoyed her. You could tell from the second you started that she was no longer getting work done and was just ignoring you as a way of getting payback for your interruptions.

 “Please, baby, it's important!” Still nothing. Her hands continued to type away at her computer, leaving you to roll your eyes in frustration at this dumb game she was playing. 

“Y si hablo español? Entonces, me escucharás?” your Spanish made her pause, knowing you didn’t normally use it unless you had to. Even if she spoke it to you, typically you’d still respond in English, so it easily accomplished your goal of catching her attention. One of her eyebrows rose as she tried to suppress the smirk that was rising on her face, finally giving you a short look. But just as quickly as she got your hopes up, she turned back to her computer, making you shrink back into the couch next to her. 

“If you talk to me, I’ll do all the laundry for the week.” It was your absolute last resort and the second the words left your mouth she shut her computer and turned to face you. Both of you absolutely despised laundry so she knew exactly how serious you were when you said that and gave you her undivided attention. 

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, relieved to finally get what you wanted so you could ask your very important question. 

“Baby would you please come get your nails done with me later?” 

“Seriously?! That was your important question? You just want me to come with you to your nail appointment?” 

“No, Pats. I don’t just want you to come with me, I want you to get your nails done too.” You watched as her thick eyebrows scrunched up in disgust as if you’d just asked her to go with you to a garbage dump. 

Now it was her turn to start being the whiney one, instantly grumbling and complaining about your idea. “Whyyy? You know I don’t like doing anything with my nails. If I go I’ll just get like, clear. Or beige. Or something? I don’t knowww! Why do you even want me to come?” You rolled your eyes at her and the way that such a simple task seemed to turn her into a total baby. 

You reached over her to move her laptop off to the side so you could climb onto her lap, straddling her with your arms slung around her neck, forcing eye contact between you. Patri had her lower lip stuck out in a pout, still less than excited about your idea. Her puppy dog eyes were too hard to resist, making you lean in to press a short kiss to her lips. 

She was too stubborn to let go of her pout to kiss you back so the short peck was all you could leave before you spoke again. “Will you please just trust me, baby? I’m not asking you to get acrylics or anything crazy, I know what you like, remember?” Your girlfriend gave you a slight nod but still seemed apprehensive about the whole idea. “I know you like your nails short for football and for… other activities,” you both smirked at each other. “And trust me baby, I would not be willing to give that up just for you to have long nails.” The corners of her mouth rose up into a small smile, unable to feign seriousness any longer. “Just trust me, I think you’ll like what I have in mind.” 

You leaned into her for another kiss which she finally decided to return, pulling you in for a series of kisses, communicating that she was starting to agree to your plan. “Will you show me a picture of what you’re planning on or am I just supposed to agree?” 

Instead of answering, you gave her a few more kisses that had you smiling to yourself. If your silence hadn’t answered her question, the devious smile on your face surely did. “Ugh, fine. I’ll do it, but you better not make me get anything crazy.” 

“Yay!!” You threw your arms up in excitement before wrapping them around her neck and pulling her into you for a long kiss. The kiss was exactly what she wanted as a reward for agreeing to your plan and you were happy to provide. You’d been looking at ideas for your nails for weeks now and knew she would like what you had in mind once you got her to agree. “I promise, baby, you’re gonna love what I have picked out.” 

“You’re lucky I love you,” she still looked unsure but met you for more kisses, likely in an attempt to distract herself from what she had just agreed to. 

Later that afternoon when it came time for your nail appointment, Patri was filled with nerves. It amazed you how she was able to play in high pressure football games without getting nervous at all but something as simple as getting your nails done made her more apprehensive than ever. The entire drive there you could see her bouncing her leg and being much quieter than usual. Your hand on her thigh seemed to do little to calm her down from whatever she was thinking about. When you parked your car, you turned to face her in hopes of relaxing her before you had to go inside. 

“Amor, give me your hand.” she did exactly as you asked, but refused to meet your eyes. As you interlocked your fingers over the center counsel of your car, you used your free hand to gently hold the side of her face, encouraging her to look up at you. Your thumb ran along her jaw, gently helping her release some of the tension. 

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“Nothing, I’m just nervous. I don’t do stuff like this very often, it’s just weird for me.” she gave you a small shrug, “But I trust you, and I want to do this with you, especially because I know how much you love getting your nails done. As much as I’m nervous about whatever you’re gonna have them do,” she giggled lightly at the thought, but knew you wouldn’t do anything too crazy. “I want to share this with you, okay? I trust you.” Her hand squeezed yours and she turned her face into your hand so she could leave a kiss in your palm. 

It made your heart swell how much she knew this meant to you and how all she wanted was to make you happy. This was how Patri always was with you and you never got used to it. She was constantly surprising you and outdoing herself in how she treated you so all you could do was kiss her in hopes of communicating with her how grateful you were. She was the one who broke the kiss, a wide smile adorning both of your faces. “Vamos, mi amor!” It seemed she had a new wave of energy as she hopped out of your car and led you into the nail salon. 

The appointment was perfect. You loved getting your nails done to have time to yourself to relax and not have to worry about work or any other responsibilities. It was even better with Patri by your side, being able to talk and relax together, away from the outside world was exactly what both of you needed. Not only did she appreciate the relaxation time, but it opened her eyes to why exactly you cherished this time so much. 

Throughout the appointment, she could see what the artist was doing to her nails but was unable to get a clear view of what yours was painting on you, making it difficult for your girlfriend to understand why you had chosen the design you did for her. Patri knew that you rarely did things without reason, especially when you had made it clear how important it was to you that she came with to this appointment. 

The longer she sat there, the more excited she became to see what you had planned, knowing she would love whatever it was. If nothing else, it was clear you would love it and that was enough for her, no matter what it was. Your set took longer than hers which you both expected, knowing you’d be getting something more intricate. So Patri sat and chatted with you, keeping you company while still being unable to see past your nail artist’s hands to know what your nails looked like. 

She had to admit, the design you picked for her nails was absolutely perfect. The solid black fit her perfectly and the details were perfect- nothing too outlandish and still fitting her simple vibe. They were all solid black except for a little black heart on one and your initial painted in small black lettering on another. The design was perfect for her, making it obvious how well you knew her.

The second yours were finished, you rushed to pay and thank your artists before Patri had even realized you were done, pulling her out the door to your car so you could show her your nails. When you both sat down, it was Patri who spoke up first, even more excited than you. “Amor, let me see!” 

You struggled to control your smile, knowing exactly how your nails matched and how much you loved them. Wordlessly, you gave her your hand so she could see. They were a longer, more intricate version of the design she had gotten. You had long, black french tips, with the same heart as hers and a letter “P” on your ring finger. Patri held you hand her hers delicately while she admired them, both of you with matching smiles on your faces. 

“Baby, they’re perfect! I love them!” 

“Are yours okay? I tried to make sure they weren’t too wild.”

“They’re absolutely perfect. I really didn’t think I would love them as much as I do. You did well.” Your girlfriend gave you a shy smile as you still beamed at her. 

You loved matching couple-y things like this and your nails were always important to you so this was the perfect combination of your favorite things. Patri could tell how much it meant to you and she was overjoyed at your reaction and how happy it had clearly made you to share this with her. In a way, she was honored that you allowed her to join you in this as she knew it was usually your time to yourself. “I love the nails, amor.” she gave you a peck on the lips. “And I,” another kiss. “Love,” kiss. “You,” more kisses. 

Every word in her sentence was punctuated with kisses and it was your absolute favorite thing in the world, breaking into a fit of giggles at how giddy she became over something as simple as your matching nails. “And I love you, Patri,” another kiss, as you smirked at her. “Now why don’t we go home and make sure those nails don’t hinder you at all, si?”

Hope you enjoyed! I need me a girlfriend so I can get matching nails. Send some requests! I've got much more free time this week now that I'm done with finals!

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Secrets II Patri Guijarro x Reader

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a/n: inspired by this adorable request. Let us know what you thought of it. <3

Champions League nights were always something special. Especially when your team just secured their spot in the semi finals. You were still on the pitch, applauding the fans and taking in the amazing atmosphere while most of your team mates slowly retreated back into the dressing room.

The cool chill of the night send a shiver down your spine. You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to enjoy the moment and not think about anything else. But you could not stop yourself from glancing over to the other side of the pitch where Patri was doing her post-match interview.

You decided to go back and wait for her in the tunnel, in hopes that could spend a few minutes alone with her between leaving the pitch and entering the dressing room.

Patri smiled brightly as she saw you leaning on the wall.

“You love a champions league goal, don’t you, Patri?“, you smirked, hinting at the goal she scored shortly before the game ended.

She laughed: “I really do.“

You playfully pulled her closer to you, tugging on her sleeve: “That was admittedly kinda hot. Especially with the captains armband tonight.“

Your girlfriend winked: “Oh, you think so?“

“Yes, I do.“, you confirmed teasingly.

“Come here.“ Patri wrapped her arms around you.

You giggled: “What if someone sees us?“

The midfielder shrugged in the dim light: “It’s fine. We can go inside in a second.“

“Sure.“

“Come on.“, Patri said, now gently pushing you against the wall.

You raised your eyebrow: “A kiss from the goal scorer?“

Your girlfriend had the audacity to blush, making you want to kiss her even more. “Just a quick one, okay?“

“Okay.“, you agreed reluctantly.

Patris lips felt soft against yours. You wished you could stay in this moment for longer.

“My favourite secret.“, Patri winked at you when she pulled away.

You rolled your eyes and nodded into the direction of the dressing room: “I think our team is waiting for us.“

“Hey, what are you two waiting for?“, Marionas voice interrupted the two of you.

She stuck her head out of the dressing room. You looked for a sign in her face that would tell you if she had seen you. But you found nothing, so you innocently replied: “We’re coming. The captains interview took so long.“

Mariona shook her head as you walked past her into the dressing room.

“Once Patri’s talking, she can’t be stopped.“, Claudia snorted.

Patri grimaced: “Hey!“

“It’s true.“, you added casually, walking over to your locker.

“Rude.“, your girlfriend feigned outrage.

You were in the middle of pulling your shirt over your head when Ingrid turned to you: “Y/n?“

“Yes?“

“Why were you outside the whole time when you should have celebrated with us?“, the Norwegian asked.

You tilted your head: “Missed me?“

“Yes.“, she nodded.

“Don’t worry. I’m here now.“, you laughed.

Caroline joined the conversation: “Yeah. Now.“

Impatiently you asked your Norwegian team mates: “So what did I miss?“

“The usual chaos.”, the forward shrugged her shoulders.

Curious Ingrid looked at you:” You’ll join the team dinner tomorrow, right?”

“Yes, I’ll be there. What about you, Caro? Will you come too?”, you asked her with a teasing smile on your lips.

“I have no choice.”, she sighed, pointing into the direction where Marta was standing. The Norwegian midfielder and you found it adorable that the usual shy and reserved Caroline would literally say yes to everything her girlfriend was asking her to do even if it was team meetings she usually tried to avoid.

The location the club chose to have the team dinner at was beautiful. From where you and Patri were sitting you had the perfect view on the city’s pretty sight. Although you had to secretly admit that you spend more time-sharing stolen glances between you and your girlfriend when staring at the Catalonian scenery.

Your fellow teammates didn’t seem to notice that Patri was holding your hand hidden under the table:” The food is delicious, right?”

“It’s.”, you nodded.

Clearing her throat Ingrid tried to get your attention, she and Mapi were seated opposite of you:” Y/n, Mapi has found someone who could be a perfect fit for you.”

“You guys are trying to set me up again? Do I’ve to remind you what happened the last time?”, you gasped dramatically.

For a second the Spanish defender seemed guilty before returning to her usual self, sounding confidently:” Yeah, that didn’t work out well. But this time we’re sure that she’s perfect for you.”

“That’s sweet of you two but..”, you begun.

“This time it will go great. Just trust us.”, Mapi interrupted you quickly.

“Exactly.”, Ingrid continued in a reassuring tone.

Meanwhile Patri who listened the conversation quietly couldn’t watch it any longer and intervened frustrated: “Why are you even trying to set her up? I’m sure she could have anyone she wanted.”

“Patri.”, the defender rolled her eyes annoyed at her.

“What? Not everyone needs to be in a relationship.”, she countered.

“We only want the best for her.”, Mapi tried to reassure the Spanish midfielder.

“Pretty sure she knows that better than you.”, Patri grumbled.

Before your girlfriend was able to accidentally reveal your relationship, you asked your teammates in an overly cheerful tone:” What do you guys choose for dessert? I can’t decide.” 

“I’m taking the chocolate cake.”, the defender replied too surprised to ask why you changed the topic so suddenly.

You felt relived when you said:” Guess, I’ll pick that too.”

Later at your place, you could feel Patri was still tense from the talk you had with Ingrid and Mapi earlier, softly you lifted her chin, so she had to look into your eyes:” Patri? You know that I don’t want anyone else but you, right?”

“I do.”, your girlfriend hummed, pressing a kiss to your wrist.

“Good.”

“It’s just annoying.”, she added grumpily.

“I agree.”, you said to her while stroking her open hair gently.

Patri let out a sigh: “It’s okay.“

“I love you, Patri.“ You locked eyes with her until a small smile appeared on her face.

“I know. I love you too.“, she replied.

You smirked: “Oh, I know.“

Patri pulled you close to her: “I hope so!“

“Trust me.“

She tilted her head: “Maybe. I’ll have to think about it.“

“Excuse me?“, you asked, playfully pushing her away from you.

You girlfriend shrugged: “You might go on that set-up date.“

“No, I won’t.“, you laughed.

“Are you sure?“, Patri curiously raised her eyebrow.

You nodded firmly: “Very sure.“

“Reassuring.“, she commented before kissing you quickly.

“See?“

“Yeah, sure.“, Patri just said, too distracted by you to continue the conversation.

When you met the rest of the team for training the next morning, Ingrid was in a great mood. She was beaming as she walked on to the training pitch: “What a beautiful day for training.“

“Oh yes, the sun is so nice.“, you agreed, turning towards the sunlight and closing your eyes to soak up the Vitamin D.

Caroline shrugged: “Yeah, could be worse.“

You opened your eyes again, grinning at your team mate: “There is our grumpy sunshine.“

“Ugh.“, she groaned in response, obviously not a fan of your nickname for her.

“Come on, Caro.“, you tried to motivate her and played a ball in her direction for the next exercises.

“No.“, Caroline rolled her eyes in response but still continued the pass the ball.

You were right in the middle of a scrimmage, trying to win the ball back from Keira when you felt a sharp pain in your knee. Immediately, your leg gave out and you found yourself on the grass, holding your knee.

“No!“, Ingrid gasped.

You were too focused on trying to calm your breathing and to stop your thoughts from racing to notice that your team mates gathered around you.

“Y/n!“, Patri yelled and was quickly kneeling by your side.

Caroline looked down at you, worry reflecting in her eyes: “Are you okay?“

“No… it hurts.“, you cried breathlessly.

“Shit!“, you heard Patri curse under her breath next to you while she gently stroked your hair.

“She’s going to be okay…“, Ingrid tried to stay cheerful but the tone of her voice was not convincing.

You carefully tried to sit up and extend your knee but the pain was still there. You flinched.

Patri squeezed your hand tightly: “Love, don’t move. I’m here.“

You tried to focus on your girlfriends touch, you even failed to notice what she said.

Mapi and Claudia exchanged surprised looks: “Love?!“

“I knew it.”, Caroline exclaimed.

“What?”, Ingrid turned to the fellow Norwegian, looking shocked.

Serious the forward stated: “It isn’t that surprising.”

“Right, not when one thinks about it for a bit longer.”, the midfielder agreed after a short moment, playing the recent encounters between you and your girlfriend inside her head, seeing now all the little clues which showed that you were more than just friends.

Much later you were resting your leg on the sofa, looking up to Patri :” The doctor said that I’ll be out for a few weeks.”

“A few weeks?”, she lifted an eyebrow in response.

“Yes.”

A relived sigh escaped the Spanish midfielder’s lips:” Okay, that’s better than what I expected.”

“Sorry, it felt worse than it was.”, you apologized to her, feeling your cheeks turn hot.

She happily told you:” Hey, don’t worry about that. I’m just glad to share the pitch with you in a few weeks.”

“Maybe just in time for the champions league finale. Wait, are those sunflowers, how did you know that they are my favourite.”, you glanced at your girlfriend in awe.

“Oh please. I know what your favourite flowers are by now.” , Patri chuckled.

“Thank you.”, you whispered gratefully as the Spanish woman gave you your flowers.

She softly pressed a kiss on the top of your head: “You’re welcome, love.”  

“Caro claims that she knew about us the whole time.”, you told her grinning.

“I don’t believe that we were so careful”, the Spanish player shook her head laughing.

You agreed with her:” That’s true except for today.”

“Yeah, I guess they all know now.”, Patri nervously went through her hair with one hand.

“It’s okay.”, you reassured her.

In an earnest tone the midfielder thought out loud:” Maybe it was time to tell them anyway.”

With a crooked smile on her face, she added:” They’ll never shut up about it, right?”

“Never.”, you smirked at her.

“Do you think we’ll survive?”, the Spanish woman asked you half seriously and half half-jokingly.

“Yeah, if the other couples in the team can do it so can we.”, you concluded.

“But first, you have to make sure that your knee heals properly.”, Patri reminded you.

“I’ve the best nurse right here.”, you winked at her cheekily.

“Don’t worry. I will take care of you.”, your girlfriend promised you earnestly and the midfielder meant every word she said. Carefully she put the sunflowers into a vase and placed them on the table in the living room.

Secretly Patri hoped that your favourite flowers would remind you during the tough rehab days which were laying ahead of you that after rain the sun would always return, no matter how worse the weather seemed.

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Impossible Love Resists Best

Hi guys ♥

First of all, can we talk about this gif please?

It’s from this request that I received like an eternity ago, sorry?

Summary : How to survive when your super-protective-intrusive older sister aka Patri Guijarro discovers that you have an affair with one of your teammates.

TW : Swearing, !GuijarroReader

Enjoy and tell me what you think about this one :)

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We can’t really say that Patri is the one you better get along with between your other brothers and sisters. Even if you were born two years after her, you don’t have quite the same tempter. You were four children in the family and the only thing that brought you and Patri together was football. You never liked seeing her meddle in your affairs or wanting to control every parts of your life.

So when she found herself playing at FC Barcelona in 2015, you were pretty relieved. You chose Atletico Madrid some months after her departure, just to stay in Spain but not follow her steps. Your call to the Spanish national team, however, more or less forced you to play together from time to time. When your contract with Atletico ended and you had to make a choice, you hesitated for a long time before accepting the offer from Barcelona. Seeing your sister every day honestly made you hesitate a lot. It was one thing to support her at family celebrations, but it was another to have her in everyday life.

So, before you agreed, you asked Alexia Putellas for advice. You play together on the national team and she knows Patri very well. You knew Alexia would take your opinion into consideration and think about the well-being of her team before anything else. After much discussion with her, you finally agreed and arrived in Barcelona in the summer of 2022.

And finally, everything went rather well. You didn’t spend too much time with your sister, preferring to train with Salma, Ingrid and Mapi or Lucy. Unlike Patri, you went to the World Cup in Australia and even though it caused some tense discussions between you two, it never changed your way of seeing things.

Apart from the ideals and your desire to change things, you had to admit that there was something else that made you want to fly to kangaroo country. I mean, someone.

This someone who wakes up gently at your side, opening her delicious chocolate eyes.

You and Ona met during your first selection for the Spanish adult team. It wasn’t until after Euro 2022 that you got together. A sweet way to console yourself for your defeat. But, concerned about your sister’s reaction, you decided to keep this relationship hidden. When Ona was still in Manchester, it wasn’t too complicated. You talked a lot by messages or by Facetime and since the Federation used to always make the same pairs for hotel rooms, you took the opportunity to find yourself at those times.

You were afraid that Ona’s arrival in Barcelona would change things, but not at all. The beautiful brunette took an apartment five minutes walk from yours, finding you the excuse to carpool very often. Nobody suspected that if you came together sometimes, it was because you spent the night together. In truth, since Ona is in the same city as you are, you have trouble spending time away from her.

"Holà" Ona mumble before turning in her back to stretch her body.

Her movement brings down the sheet on her body and you don't hesitate to let your eyes slide on her. When you go up to her eyes, she arched an amused eyebrow and you offer her a guilty smile.

"Don’t start like this, or we will never get there on time"

"I’m not even sorry"

You give her an angelic smile that makes her laugh and you get closer to her to curl up against her, your head on her chest. The regular beating of her heart makes you doze again, unless it's her nails that massage your skull. You hums and close your eyes, getting yourself comfortable.

"Do you have anything to do today? After training?"

"Pina is planning to kidnapp me to go shopping"

You roll your eyes as Ona giggle. You hate shopping. You hate looking for something for hours, only to realize that what you liked is no longer available in the right size. You hate people in stores who go half crazy and having to lug a dozen bags to your parked car 20 minutes walk away makes you want to kill someone.

"And you?"

"Nothing, maybe I'll go see my parents"

You hums one more time and begin to stroke Ona's arm. This is maybe your favorite part of her body, you have a thing with her arms and hands. You both stay like this for twenty minutes, before you need to prepare yourself for training. Like many other times, you arrive together in the car park and go together to the changing rooms. But, in order not to draw the attention of your teammates to your relationship, you and Ona decided to spend as much time together visually as with others. Because outside of FC Barcelona, it’s clear that Ona is the one you spend the most time with.

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Celebrating a team victory at a local bar, you find yourself stuck between Mapi and Lucy. Usually you refuse this kind of party, knowing that Patri is there almost every time. And besides, Ona has a reputation for leaving early, so she can discreetly join you at home without it appearing strange. The only time you left one of these parties together, you were surprised by Alexia while you were kissing in Ona’s car, unable to keep your hands to yourself after restricting yourself all evening. The blond was looking for you to give you back the jacket you had forgotten.

This makes her the only person who knows about your relationship and she promised not to get involved, even though she advised you to talk to Patri before she found out for herself.

You were drinking alcohol-free cocktail, not wanting to have a headache tomorrow morning.

"I'm booooored" Mapi whines, letting herself go of the backrest. "I need an occupation. Why don’t we find you someone, Mini-Guijarro?"

You grimace at the nickname you hate, seeing Ona tense on her chair a few meters from you. Not wanting to be the second Guijarro, you actually go with your first name on your jersey for example.

"Go dancing with your girlfriend, you dork" you answer smiling at Mapi, sipping your drink.

"Are you annoying my little sister?" Patri ask sitting on the free chair in front of you. "That’s one thing I have reserved for myself, you know?"

Mapi laugh as you roll your eyes. The blonde sits more upright and leans on the table explaining her action plan to Patri.

"I thought we could find someone for your sister."

"Are you joking? She’s a baby" Patri replies coldly, killing the fun.

"What are you talking about? She’s not a 12 years old anymore"

Your frown and take a quick look at Ona. She's looking at you too, but like some other girl around your table. Mapi had raised an eyebrow and Patri was about to respond to her before Lucy does it first.

"Why don’t you stop talking about her like she’s not here?"

Both decided not to add anything, at least for the first few seconds. This gives you time to shoot a look and a smile to thanks Lucy, who answers you with a wink.

It’s exactly for this kind of thing that you never talked about your relationship with Ona to Patri and for which you never talked about your love life with her. She knows you have a preference for women, but that’s all. She never even knew the name of one of your girlfriends. Not that you’ve had dozens, but still.

"Do you know she’s a footballer and not a nun, at least?"

Mapi comes back, getting your sister’s attention and you sigh.

"What do you mean?"

Looking kind of angry, Patri crossed her arms on her chest and looks at Mapi with a bad air. Mapi seems determined to change her mind and let you have a sentimental life, perhaps imagining that Patri’s opinion has already prevented you from doing something.

"She’s young, pretty hot and I’m sure that if she wanted to she’d walk out of here with several phone numbers."

"Just because you used to sleep around at the time doesn’t mean everyone does. And don't go there or I'm sure Ingrid would love to learn that you call one of your common friend hot."

Mapi’s amused look becomes a black stare and you decide that the line had been crossed. You get up from your seat, glaring at your sister, raising your voice maybe a little too much than you hopped.

"Enough. Can you stop two minutes of disrespecting people, Patri? I do what I want, when I want, with whom I want. It's not for you to say what is good for me, as if you were interested enough in me for that, other than to remind me all the time that you do everything better than me. You’re just so pathetic. Leave me the fuck alone."

Moving away from the table, you realize that Ona is no longer in her seat but you find her leaning on the bar, in the company of others of your teammates. Going through the dance floor, you intercept Ingrid and advise her to go and get her girlfriend before her and your sister kill each other. Then you finally join the bar and settle down next to Ona.

You meddle in the discussion a few minutes before discreetly shifting your attention to Ona. Your hand found her fingers under the bar and you clenched them discreetly to draw her attention to you.

"Are you okay?" you ask her gently.

"Yeah. The comment about your sentimental possibilities was a little too much"

You make a grimace, frustrated not to be able to take her in your arms to reassure her properly. You stay immersed in her eyes for a few more moments and you realize that you no longer want to stay. You want to go home, your sister’s behavior has greatly annoyed you and you want to talk about it to Ona, too.

"As soon as someone leave, we're leaving too" you decide.

Ona nods and she had the time to finish her drink before Lucy and Aitana decided to leave. You jump at the chance and tell the others that you’re coming home too, followed by Ona. The four of you go out after saying your goodbyes, yourself carefully avoided your sister’s gaze, and it is with great relief that you breathe fresh air from the outside. Ona and you said goodbye to the two others women and went to your car.

"My sister is the dumbest person on earth" you groan angrily, barely the door of the car closed behind you.

Ona smiled sympathetically, but said nothing. She didn’t want to add fuel to the fire, knowing how tense your relationship with Patri has been since you were little. It’s not the first time you’ve complained about it and you’ve already told her a lot. But the way she’s behaving with you makes you half crazy, not to mention she’s even starting to talk badly to your mutual friends now. Mapi and Patri being apparently still in the bar when you left, you imagined that Ingrid’s intervention must have been saving the night.

You relax a little when you feel Ona’s hand on yours. She searches for some seconds on her phone a playlist that will suit you both and the rest of the trip is done in silence. You obviously notice that your girlfriend is also lost in her thoughts, but you prefer to wait until you are at home to question her.

When you arrive home, you both go to the kitchen to drink a glass of water before making a jump in the bathroom to shower before returning to your bedroom. There, you draw Ona against you and you let a new silence settle. You shiver when you feel her draw random shapes on the skin of your belly and even if the feeling is more than pleasant, you decide to attract her attention by raising her chin in your direction.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"I was just wondering what would happen the day Patri heard about us" Ona said, shrugging.

"You saw what she said earlier, it’s clear that she will take it badly."

You sigh and gently shake your head. She’s your sister, she’s supposed to want your happiness, right?

"Yes, that’s, okay. But us?"

"I don’t understand your question Hermosa"

Eyebrows slightly gathered, you watch Ona sit on your lap and you automatically place your hands on her thighs.

"I’m going to ask you the most selfish question in the world." Ona looks embarrassed, but you smile at her and beckon to continue. "If she tells you to stop our relationship, what would you do?"

The answer seems obvious to you, but you quickly realize that in Ona’s mind this is not necessarily the case. Perhaps it comes from the fact that his parents and brother have never behaved in a way other than that of a loving and supportive family.

"I'm not going to listen Ona, obviously. This option isn't even a possibility."

"Really?"

"Really."

With this you smile and draw her against you again to put your lips on hers. The shyness displayed on your girlfriend’s face squeezes your heart and you resent Patri a little more to impose this kind of doubts. During the kiss your hand is placed on her cheek and you caress her tenderly with your thumb when you speak again.

"I don’t want to lose you, Ona"

"Me neither, Princesa"

********

The next morning, it’s with a better mood that you wake up. When you look at your phone, you realize that your sister tried to call you last night, but you decide to ignore this information for now. You put on an underwear and a t-shirt of Ona, trying not to make any noise and not to wake up the pretty brunette who still sleeps peacefully. You know she usually wakes up quickly once you’re out of bed, but you still have hope that you can make her breakfast before she joins you.

You rummage through your kitchen, realizing it might be time to go shopping, but you end up finding everything you need. The avocado toasts are ready and you were finishing your scrambled eggs when Ona startles you by jumping on your back. The cry you utter is far from advantageous to you, but you cannot hold back your smile when you hear Ona’s laughters.

"Don’t scare me like that!"

"Sorry" she laughs again before putting a kiss on your cheek and coming down from your back.

You cast an amused glance at her before turning in her direction with a plate in each hand.

"Mrs’s breakfast is served"

"It’s Miss until I’m married, thank you" she smirks, taking her plate from your hand.

"Watch out, Batlle."

She stick out her tongue at you and you roll your eyes before following her on the sofa in the living room, where you have the habit of having breakfast, with a music channel on. The discussion between you two is easy and playful, plans to go to the beach being even made since you have the day off. As a local, Ona knows exactly where to go to avoid the world. And doing a little road has never been disturbing for you. You love your trips with your cars, make with laughter and songs of your adolescence shouted out loud.

Your plates and glasses finished, you turn to Ona.

"Have you eaten enough?"

You ask while looking at her, lazily stretching. The dishes will wait a little while before being made.

"Not really" said Ona in a dreamy way. "I think I wouldn’t mind a dessert"

You barely have time to realize what she means that she jumps on you (literally) and you find yourself lying all along on the couch, your hands stuck in Ona’s above your head.

"Oh. This kind of dessert" you laugh, although your laugh get stuck in your throat when you feel her lying on you to deposit open-mouth kisses in the hollow of your neck.

She knows exactly what to do and you feel waves of shivers and heat running through your entire body. You lose your feet when you feel her add bites to her kisses, not enough to leave marks, but enough to set your skin on fire.

You finally manage to free your hands and this manage to satisfy your need to feel Ona’s skin on yours. The t-shirt she was wearing found itself carelessly thrown on the ground somewhere, soon followed by yours. The warmth of her body against your skin gives you incredible sensations and you let her body slide between your legs to feel her even closer to you. Grabbing her head with both of your hands, you kiss her, trying to show her all the emotions she makes you feel. Judging by the moan she lets out, it must be pretty convincing.

Your living room being the first thing visible once the front door of your apartment is passed, it would have been almost impossible to try to hide somewhere. You know you would have tried anyway if you had realized earlier that your front door was opening. Yet you and Ona just have time to turn your heads to find out that the intruder is no one but your sister. To whom you had the stupidity to give the double of your keys, on the insistence of your mother.

Your first reflex is to roll Ona behind you and sit in front of her to hide her nakedness, not particularly wanting your sister to see your girlfriend like that.

"What are you doing here?" you ask.

The number of times Patri has set foot here is counted on the fingers of the hand. That she passed without even taking the time to warn you is surprising, but the one who is the most surprised of the three is probably Patri herself. Wide-eyed, she seems about to drop the paper bag with the logo of the local bakery.

You take advantage of her shock to pick up your t-shirts and get dressed and that’s where Patri restarts. You even wonderif she realized in the first instance that the person with whom you were exchanging a kiss qualified Pegi 18 was actually Ona.

"What the fuck is going on here?!"

She’s angry, of course. The bag of the bakery is thrown on a piece of furniture and when you hear her raise your voice, you get up from the sofa to be at her height. By an alignment of the stars you are taller than her by a few centimeters and you thank the nature of this gift, knowing how impressive Patri can be when she's angry.

"Don’t yell at me, you’re at my house, not yours"

"Shut up! You’re so stupid. Just to stand up to me about last night you had to take someone home? And one of our other teammates?"

The statement is so unexpected that you find yourself speechless for a few seconds. You never imagined for a second that your sister would think that you and Ona were just a one-night stand. But it's especially the fact that she imagines that it turns once again around her that annoys you.

"Out of all the girls in the bar you chose Ona? How can you be so immature?"

"And I'm the immature one now"

You’re laughing, nervously of course. You are so angry that you feel your hands shake, but you manage to keep a certain degree of calm when you feel Ona gently settling her arm on you. Over your shoulder, you look at her. You would have preferred to announce your relationship to your sister in better conditions, but since we were there…

However, it's Patri who speaks before you, speaking directly to Ona.

"What about you? Are you crazy or what? My little sister? Let go of her Ona or I swear that you will regret it"

Yeah, you know you’re not doing the right thing either. But the tone she speaks to the woman you love is even worse than the one she spoke to Mapi last night. And that’s all it takes to get you started.

"Don't you dare talk to her like that" you said to her sharply while bypassing the coffee table to face her.

"I came to apologize for speaking badly to you last night, but I would have been better off getting hit by a car apparently"

She keeps screaming and it starts to get on your nerves.

"This idea is tempting to me" you spit

You try to maintain your anger by talking to her coldly, teeth clenched. You feel Ona moving behind you, standing without really knowing what to do. Her presence, however, allows you to realize that it would be better to continue to try to explain yourself rather than respond to Patri’s provocations. So you take a deep breath before speaking again.

"Look, listen to me. It's not what it look like, I k-"

"Yeah, like you two weren't about to fuck on your couch."

Two seconds of astonished silence followed her sarcasm, while you realized that you correctly understood what she just said. And, so suddenly that neither Ona nor Patri had time to realize what was happening, you grab your sister by the collar of her t-shirt to get her out of your house.

"Get. Out."

You raised your voice too and push her out of your apartment with all your strength. You slam the door in her head, then grab her damn bag of croissant, open the door again to throw it in her face and slam it one more time. The neighbors will be happy.

********

Lying on the couch in Ona’s apartment after an intense workout, you’re both watching your new passion series on Netflix. You haven’t looked at your sister or spoken to her for more than a week now and you still as mad at her. You and Ona informed Alexia of the turn of events and after a long discussion with her, you decided to gradually let your teammates know about your relationship.

Most were surprised to learn this, but after seeing the different pieces of the puzzle put together, it didn't seem improbable to them. For her part, Lucy laughed, saying that she already knew and that you were not very discreet when it came to ogling the other. And Mapi slapped you in the back, certifying that you had very good taste. It made you roll your eyes and laughed Ona, but overall you are rather relieved of everyone’s reactions. Even management and the team committee were briefed and made no comments.

There was only Patri.

"I knew he was cheating on her. What a son of a bitch" grumbles Ona, eyes fixing on the screen while lying against you.

You smile and slide your lips into her hair while shifting your attention to the screen. Despite your respective fears, Patri’s behavior didn't distance you, quite the contrary. Your way of doing things hasn't changed during training or matches, both wishing to keep a distance between your professional life and your personal life.

"Language, young lady" you sing before kissing her scalp again.

You are interrupted in your viewing by your phone which starts to vibrate on the coffee table, attracting your attention. You decided not to answer, before the name of the person trying to reach you appeared. "Papi". You frown, extending your arm to grab your phone. Your dad’s not one to call, just texting with dozens of emoji every text.

After putting the episode on Pause, Ona turns on you so that she is lying on her stomach to be able to look at you. Your concern must be seen since she's also frowning.

"Holà?"

"Holà mija" your father calmly answers you, as if you were calling each other every night.

"What's happening?" you asks, not wanting to lose time.

"Nothing, I just wanted to hear you. It's been a while."

"Do I have to remind you who I got my poor lying qualities from?" you ask while bowing an eyebrow.

At the other end of the line, your father laughs softly and this makes you smile despite everything. Always a little lost, Ona questions you with a look. Unable to give her additional information at the moment, you shrug and replace tenderly one of the strands of her bun.

"Maybe, but you have your football skills from me"

"Sure. So, what's up?"

"Well... Patri called."

"Oh."

Here we are. You roll your eyes and put your phone on speakers, allowing your girlfriend to listen to the conversation. After all, she was as involved in the story as you.

"What did Lady Patri say?"

"She said that you had a fight about a random girl and that you threw her out of your apartment. And that since this day you weren't talking to her."

"Ona isn't a random girl for fuck's sake. She's my girlfriend!"

"Language young lady!"

Hearing your father take you back as you did previously almost make laugh Ona and she hides her face in your belly. It’s time for you to keep your seriousness and you bite your lip before resuming more calmly.

"She showed up at my apartment without telling me, even if we had a fight the night before and found me with Ona."

Needless to say what you were doing.

"She started yelling at me and calling me immature and she spoke to her badly, I wasn’t going to throw flowers at her anyway, was I?"

"No."

Your father’s silence lasts a few seconds and you imagine him perfectly thinking while rubbing his chin. No wonder he called you, your mother has always sided with Patri over the years. Your father is different, being the youngest of four boys, he suffered during his childhood with his big brothers. He understands perfectly your point of view and your feelings regarding Patri and her way of wanting to manage your life.

"So you have a girlfriend?"

"Yes"

Ona look back at you and you smirk, wrapping a strand of her hair around your finger.

"Since when are you both together?"

"Since the Euro, when we lost against England."

"So it's quiet serious then"

"It is Papi. I didn't want to talk about it to Patri though it's like she doesn't want me to be happy."

"I wouldn't say that, Muñeca."

You shrugs and another silence passed.

"When you say Ona, it's for Ona Batlle, verdad?"

You hums, still playing with Ona's hair.

"Oh that's good. I met her dad last summer in Australia, did you know he likes to go mushroom too?"

"I’m so glad to know you’ve got something in common with my stepfather, Papi" you laugh with Ona.

"Have you ever met him and her wife officially? I hope you made a good impression on them"

You roll your eyes one more time before giving him your answer, Ona chuckle a little before laying down on you. You relieved about this conversation, even if Patri has once again interfered in your life by mentioning your couple to your parents before doing it yourself. Your father doesn’t seem against your relationship, and he more or less informed you that your mother didn’t either. As for your other brothers and sisters, they don’t seem to care much, but that doesn’t surprise you. They were never for gossip.

********

"Can I have my kiss now?"

Smiling, you were chasing Ona along the corridors of the stadium where you train. The rain having invited itself to the party, the training ground quickly turned into fields of mud, and after a training match you found yourself thrown to the ground following a tackle of your girlfriend. That explains why your body is covered in dirt, mud and grass.

"No!" Ona laughs at you as you try to draw her against you by grabbing her by the bottom of her shirt.

She manages to escape you and starts running. Having been assigned to store the equipment, you are the last to join the changing rooms. All the others rushed to enjoy a good hot shower.

"Come on baby, at least a lovely cuddle?"

"Y/N get of of me!"

Ona isn't really running, if she wanted to escape you it would have been a long time before she would have lost you. Her speed is no longer a secret to anyone. Ona was still laughing and you grin, feeling her slap you on your hand so you drop the piece of her cloth.

"Why? It’s your fault if I’m in this state anyway"

You end up grabbing your girlfriend’s arm and pulling her against you to kiss her tenderly. Willingly letting it happen, Ona puts her arms around your neck and responds to your kiss. Knowing that no one will bother you, you gently wedge her between the wall and you. You didn’t think it could be cold and when you feel her take off quickly and shiver, you laugh softly.

"Sorry" you smile mischievously.

"More kissed and you’ll be forgiven" she whispers against your lips

You oblige easily at her request, putting your lips on hers again. Only to be interrupted by an embarrassed cough. Turning your face in the source of the sound, you discover your sister. Sighing, you take off a little of Ona, without releasing her completely.

"This is the second time, Patri. What do you want?"

"Mom would like to know if you are coming back to Palma this weekend" Patri whispers without looking at you.

You glance at Ona who is also looking at you, before answering her. The team you had to face this weekend cannot receive you because of administrative problems, the game was moved later during the season. You usually go home to your parents when you have a whole free weekend. Except this time, Ona's family invited you for Ona’s mother’s birthday and there’s no way you’re not going.

"I have already said no. Ona and I already have plans."

Patri plays nervously with her fingers before answering you. You don’t know what your mother said to her, but she seems determined to try and patch things up between you.

"Look, if it’s because of our argument…"

"Oh my God Patricia… you never learn from your mistakes?"

"What?"

She look at you, confused, and you sigh. You don't really want to talk to her, but you know that she will never let it go if you don't explain yourself.

"Not everything is about you! I can't go because we're going at Ona's Mom's birthday. Mama already knows that, are you both saying that I'm a liar now?"

"No, of course not."

"So, end of the conversation."

Without any word, you grab Ona by the hand and drag her with you in the locker room. You really need to take this shower now and forget about the interaction you just had with your sister.

********

"Are you thinking about making up with your sister or not?"

Another day, another match and you find yourself in a four-man position with Ona, Alexia and Salma. If Salma plugged in her headphones and listened to music, Ona fell asleep on your knees, leaving only you and Alexia awake for the moment.

"What do you mean?" you ask your captain curiously.

"I know you’ve never been best friends in the world, but she’s still your sister. When my father passed away, my sister and mother were my biggest support and I wouldn’t be where I am now without them."

You bite your lip thoughtfully. You have already met Alba several times and you appreciate her, she is a cheerful and devoted person to Alexia. Proud of her older sister, she doesn't mask her admiration. But what struck you every time was the way Alexia put her little sister on a pedestal. No jealousy, no unhealthy competitiveness.

"The relationship I have with Patri has nothing to do with the one you have with Alba" you point out gently.

"She's still your sister. And I know she's not perfect, but she's really trying to make the things better between you two."

You shrug your shoulders and shift your attention to the window. The train journey is long today, the opposing team being located in the north, you have almost the whole country to cross.

"If she comes to apologize, I might think about it again" you end up answering by glancing at Ona, peacefully asleep. "And not just at me."

Alexia nods with a satisfied little smile. She seems sure it’s going to happen, you’re much less so. You’ve never heard your sister apologize to anyone since she was 10, when your parents stopped asking her to apologize when something was wrong.

********

It didn’t take long for Patri to approach you and attempt reconciliation. The discussion you had with Alexia made you think a little, realizing that you may have been a little too closed to the discussion with your older sister. But you’re still hoping she’ll apologize to you first, before you tell her that maybe she was a little too cold.

You talked to Ona about it, of course. After you arrived at the hotel, you had a few hours to settle in and immediately raised the subject with your girlfriend. The latina, lulled by the love of her older brother from a young age, is obviously not against a reconciliation with Patri. She was never even angry with her, rather sad to see you tear yourself apart in this way. The catalan is definitely for family peace.

After your game, as you walk around the stadium to thank your fans and take some pictures with Lucy, you see your sister sneaking up on you, making sure she’s far enough away from the audience to talk to you.

"Would you like to come drink something with me afterwards? At the hotel restaurant?"

Surprise, you hesitate a split second by biting your lip. But when you see that Patri is about to beg you to accept, you end up nodding with a simple nod.

It’s a little nervous that you come down from your hotel room to find Patri after Ona kissed you tenderly, telling you that she is sure that everything will be fine. For your part, you just hope that no scream will ring between you two.

When you arrive, Patri is already there and beckons you to join her, which you finish by approaching with a face as relaxed as possible. You barely have time to sit down when someone come to take your order and after ordering a Coke Zero you shift your attention to your sister.

"I’m not sure where to start" Patri said, frowning.

"Maybe because of what made you ask me to come here?" you answer with a shrug.

"I don’t want to fight anymore. I know we never got along perfectly well, but it’s never been so strong"

You nod and bite your lip thoughtfully. You have to take it upon yourself to choose the right words and not provoke an argument. Because deep down, you also want things to relax with her. As Alexia said, she’s still your big sister and the same blood is in your veins.

"I’m sorry I reacted the way I did about your relationship with Ona"

You look up at her, waiting for the rest. There’s so much to discuss that you actually don’t know where to start either.

"Like you said, my first reaction was stupid and realizing that you hid your relationship for over a year because of me… First I was hurt and then I realized how stupid I was. All I wanted to do was protect you."

"I’m not three anymore, Patri. And even back then I was pissed that you wouldn’t let me do the big swing, just so you know."

A slight smile appears on your face and it is also born on the face of Patri when she realizes that you make a small touch of humor.

"I chose the wrong way. I’m sorry."

You nod again, sincerely happy to hear these words coming out of your big sister’s mouth. It's certainly time for you to tell her what you think about your behavior.

"I certainly didn’t react in the right way either. But seeing you intervene in my life regularly took away a little more patience each time. And the story with Ona was really the one thing too many, and you talked to her so bad that it drives me crazy."

"I can understand. I'll talk to her to."

Patri’s simple answer suits you once again and you relax a little, letting yourself go against the back of your chair. The night has long since fallen outside and you feel tired of the training and the match of earlier, during which you played the entire time.

"So... You and Ona, it's serious?"

You shift your attention once again to her, taking a few seconds to ensure the substance of the question before answering her.

"I’m in love with her, Patri. We managed to be close to each other when she was in Manchester but since she’s in Barcelona it’s even stronger. She’s just… I don’t know. I just know it’s her."

Patri smiled and nodded gently, before changing the subject of conversation. After about thirty minutes, without having exchanged any argument, you decide to go back to your respective rooms. You are surprised by the hug she offers you before entering her room, but you answer it nevertheless gladly.

When you arrive in your room, Ona is waiting for you, sitting at the edge of her bed. Well, one of the two beds you have glued so that you can sleep together without taking the risk of falling. Even if you always end up in each other’s arms, it remains more comfortable.

"How did it go?" asks you immediately the Catalan, her head tilted to the side to be able to better observe you.

"Good" you just answer, hoping your smile speaks for itself.

After closing the door, you approach her and sit by her side. It doesn’t take her long to grab your hand in hers and intertwine your fingers. Talking to Patri about your feelings for Ona made you realize or recall how much you love her. And how lucky you are to have her by your side. Ona is perfect for you and you love everything about her.

"What did you talk about?"

Ona’s curiosity makes you smile, but you respond willingly. After all, you never hid anything from her and you always had full and blind trust in her. That is not going to change today.

"About our childhood, the different way we see things…"

You shrug your shoulders, trying to pick up the conversation you had. It was intense but clearly necessary. You really hope that everything would be better since now.

"And about us, too" you add with a small smile.

"What did you tell her?"

"That I’m crazy about you"

Your smile gets bigger when you see Ona blushing. She also smiles and you don't waist time to break the distance between your two faces to put a kiss on her lips. It's the pure truth, even if you have never had the opportunity to reveal to her the strength of your feelings for her with simple words. You always felt like they weren’t strong enough to express how you feel about her.

"Well I hope you told her that I'm crazy about you too?" Ona smirks after the kiss.

"You can tell her later. She want to excuse herself to you too"

Ona nods, distracted by your fingers running along her hips. You didn't let her answer anything else, kissing softly her jaw and her neck, determined to celebrate your victory with her and your possible reconciliation with Patri.

********

2 Years Later

"Oh my God Patri, get out!"

A pillow flies through the room and you hear your sister laughing before she quickly closes the door. You don’t know what kind of power it is, but your sister always manages to interrupt you and Ona when things start to get interesting.

Realizing that the atmosphere is dead, you sigh and roll on your back while you were previously lying on Ona for an intense making-out session. Returning to Palma de Mallorca, to your parents for your brother’s birthday, you naturally took Ona with you. Your father loves her and your Mother seems to like her too. The bond between your families is also very good, your fathers having both quickly clicked on the many points they have in common.

"Next time we take a hotel room" you nag, making Ona laugh softly.

Smiling despite yourself, you gently lower her t-shirt that you had raised on her stomach before looking at her when she rolls on her side.

"Or we could take a small apartment here. I really like this place and if we want to change from Barcelona some days we would just jump on the plane. Not even an hour and we’re here."

"Why not" you smile softly.

She smiles back at you when you stroke her face tenderly, drawing imaginary features between her freckles. More than three years have passed and you will never get tired of her. The little box containing the ring you planned to propose to her with tonight is neatly hidden in one of your pairs of socks and you’ve actually booked a room in a local palace for the night. It's indeed out of question to celebrate your engagement in your parents' house, with your sister’s weasel or your nephews and nieces ready to land at any time in your childhood room.

"Do you want to go for a walk on the beach?" you innocently ask Ona.

"I’d go anywhere with you" smiled Ona and you kissed her one last time before you got out of bed.

You discreetly take the box and the ring, sliding it in the pocket of your jeans before joining Ona who awaits you in the corridor.

"I forgot my phone" you’re just answering her questioning look.

You take a look at it and Patri’s message informs you that everything is in place. She’s supposed to take your proposal in photo and video, so that you have a memory of that moment. All Ona has to say is yes. Despite your stress, you know her answer will be positive.

Walking hand in hand, you got lost in your thoughts and Ona is quiet too. But a glance at her informs you that she is smiling and relaxed. Her gaze on the sea returns to you and she addresses you an interrogative glance.

"Are you all right?"

You just nod with a smile, busy remembering the speech you prepared. Despite your certainty, you feel that anxiety is gaining ground and you are happy to see that the place you have designated to Patri is finally there.

"Actually, there’s something I’d like to talk to you about" you start, interrupting your walk.

In the distance, hidden behind a rock, Patri draws her camera when she sees you stop. The video is already on and your big sister is as stressed as you. If she misses what you asked her to do, she could be banned from marriage.

It's with a tender smile that Patri watches the questioning read on Ona’s face, followed by tenderness when you make your statement to her and surprise when she sees you kneeling, the famous ring presented in its case. The following photos contain the moment when you pass the ring on her finger, the one where the latin jumps at your neck and the last is that of your first kiss as fiancées.

Ona said yes, of course.

Because You and Her are forever.

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In the Middle pt. 1 // Ona Batlle x Lucy Bronze x Leila Ouahabi x Feli Rauch x Patri Guijarro

Lucy's been spoiling Ona for her birthday all day, and Ona knows there is one last present coming. What she doesn't know is that several of her friends are secretly in town - or just how much attention Lucy paid to the fantasy Ona had finally told her about one night on vacation, thinking it would never come to fruition.

Tags: Smut, 18+, minors DNI, bottom!Ona, mild degradation, voyeurism, references to group sex, mostly set up

A/N: huge shoutouts to @vixwritesagain for the majority of the inspiration behind this and @girlgenius1111 for beta-ing. couldn't do it without y'all <3

also note that part 1 is exclusively Ona x Lucy, the following parts will include more of all players listed :)

“Feliz cumpleaños, mi amor.” Lucy wraps her arm around Ona’s waist, pulling her in to press a kiss to her temple as they walk across the parking lot to Lucy’s car. 

“Thank you, baby.” Ona smiles, looking up at Lucy adoringly. “I love you.” Ona had always secretly loved birthdays and presents, but she didn’t like making a big deal out of her own, so she usually just had a small dinner party with her friends. Since she’d been with Lucy, however, the Englishwoman had taken it upon herself to spoil Ona as much as possible, going out of her way to make Ona’s freckled face and honey brown eyes light up as often as she could. Her birthday was no different – they had the day off between games, so Lucy had woken Ona up with coffee and breakfast in bed before presenting her with no less than twenty four neatly wrapped presents and a promise that the twenty fifth would come later. 

The pair had spent the day doing all of Ona’s favorite things, eating all her favorite foods, going to all her favorite places in Barcelona, cuddling and kissing and secretly staring at each other when they thought the other wasn’t looking, before going to Ona’s favorite restaurant for dinner. The longer time went on with no twenty fifth present, the more Ona had become convinced that the present would show up in their bedroom later that night, perhaps a new set of lacy lingerie or a new toy for Lucy to wreck her with. 

And the longer time goes on, the more desperate Ona is becoming for Lucy to take her home and press her into the mattress until she forgets how old she is. Lucy has her hand resting on Ona’s thigh as she drives, drawing soft, teasing circles with her fingers and creeping slowly closer to the Spaniard’s center, and Ona’s restraint is quickly waning as Lucy’s fingers dip farther and farther under the hem of her skirt.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of trying not to squirm in her seat as she feels herself becoming wet with anticipation, Ona breaks. The second the car stops at the next stoplight, Ona grabs Lucy’s hand and drags it up under her skirt, sighing softly as it makes contact with her core and glancing over at Lucy with hooded eyes.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Lucy raises an eyebrow at Ona, but she can’t hide the beginnings of a smirk as she runs her fingers lightly over Ona through her panties. 

“I need you,” Ona whispers. “Please.” She lets out a whimper as Lucy’s finger catches on her clit, spreading her legs as far as they can go on the leather seat.

“Here?” Lucy purposely lets a condescending edge through in her tone. “You can’t even wait until we get home, you need me to touch you in the car like a slut?”

“I – it’s green.” Even as her hips cant forward into Lucy’s hand, Ona’s chin jerks almost imperceptibly towards the stoplight.

Lucy turns her face back to the road and drives off, making no move to stop her ministrations on Ona’s center. “You still have one more present to open, anyway.”

“Can’t the present wait?” Ona nearly whines.

“No.” Lucy’s tone holds no room for arguing. “You’ll like the present, baby, I promise.” She dips her fingers down to slide gently over Ona’s pussy, over and over as she feels her wetness begin to soak through the thin fabric of her panties.

It goes on like that, Lucy driving with one hand, seemingly unaffected by the way her other hand is teasing Ona and drawing small gasps and sighs out of the shorter woman every so often as they near their flat and the tension builds. 

Just as they near their flat and Ona begins to think she’s finally going to get what she wants, Lucy turns the car in the opposite direction, a smug smile playing on her lips as Ona’s head whips around to stare at her questioningly.

Ona knows Lucy well enough by this point to know that she’s not going to spill any secrets before she’s good and ready to, so she merely sighs and squirms in her seat, trying her best to be good and minimize her grinding against Lucy’s hand. 

“What are we doing here?” Ona turns to Lucy impatiently the second that the car pulls into the parking lot of a hotel, grabbing the hand between her legs and pressing it harder against herself.

“Remember last summer in Ibiza? When you told me about all the things you want to try?”

Ona nods slowly, a small smile drawing across her face as she remembers the vacation Lucy had taken her on. They’d barely seen each other for weeks beforehand and could hardly stand to keep their hands off each other, and they’d only managed to spend twenty minutes on the beach on the first day before Lucy had thrown Ona over a shoulder and carried her back to their private villa. The Englishwoman had relished in spreading Ona open on the bed and teasing her incessantly until she’d confessed every one of her dirtiest fantasies between moans, an experience that makes Ona blush scarlet just to remember.

The first few things Ona had confessed were easy, safe. Things that she knew Lucy already knew. But the second Ona had so much as hinted that she liked being watched, Lucy was pushing her back against the pillows, laying down on the couch across the room, and making her touch herself while Lucy watched. 

Ona’s hips buck off the car seat into Lucy’s hand as she remembers how her girlfriend had made her keep talking about what she wanted the whole time until she’d described all her filthiest daydreams and was begging openly for Lucy to let her come on her own fingers. She was too far gone, however, to notice how Lucy’s eyes had darkened when Ona mentioned the times that she and Patri had roomed together at Spain camp, when Leila would sneak down the hall after her roommate had gone to bed and the trio would trade orgasms all night. And she’d also failed to see the way Lucy had swallowed harshly when Ona talked about how she’d fantasized for years about experiencing an orgy, the Spaniard’s head thrown back and her breath catching in her throat at the idea of being spread out on a bed while her friends took turns using her and watching. 

Now, though, as much as her thoughts are racing, Ona can’t think of anything else that Lucy would have needed to book a hotel room for, and her jaw drops open as she searches Lucy’s eyes. “Amor, what did you do?”

Lucy smirks, drawing her hand away from Ona’s center so the shorter woman can focus on what she’s saying. “Leila texted me a few weeks ago, wanting to come to Barcelona for your birthday to surprise you. And I realized Feli was already going to be here with Wolfsburg, and Leila suggested we invite Patri. For… old time’s sake.” Lucy winks at Ona, pausing for a minute to read the expression on her freckled face before continuing. “They’re all upstairs, waiting to spoil the birthday girl. But it’s totally up to you, if you don’t want this anymore or you’re not ready to do this tonight, I’ll text them right now and we can just play games and watch movies all night.” Lucy draws Ona’s hand up to her mouth to press a kiss to the back of it. “With clothes on,” she adds as an afterthought.

Ona looks at Lucy, the shock written across her face quickly morphing to neediness and lust as she processes what’s waiting for her upstairs. “Are you sure this is okay?” she asks, feeling the throbbing between her thighs intensify but needing to know that Lucy really wants this. “I don’t need this, you know. I’m yours, always.”

“I know you’re mine, princesa.” Lucy wraps her hand around the back of Ona’s neck and pulls her over for a kiss, slipping her tongue immediately into the Spaniard’s mouth before biting sharply on her bottom lip. “You’re my pretty little slut, though, and I want you to feel good,” she murmurs between kisses. “I want to watch you be a whore for your friends, if that’s still what you want.”

Ona puts a hand on Lucy’s shoulder and shoves her back into the driver’s seat, staring at her hungrily with blown pupils before she swings a leg over the console and climbs into her girlfriend’s lap. She can’t help but smile at Lucy’s thoughtfulness, even as she’s gasping against her mouth at the filthy words. “Please,” she whines, slotting her lips together with Lucy’s once more. 

Ona gasps as Lucy slides her hands between their bodies and under her skirt once again, pushing her panties to the side as she runs her fingers through the shorter woman’s wetness.

“That’s what I thought.” Lucy pulls back just far enough to be able to look at Ona and watch the way her chest is heaving. “You’re even wetter just thinking about letting all your friends fuck you. Mi zorrita.”

“Lucia,” Ona moans, tugging on the Englishwoman’s brown hair. “Please.”

“Yeah? You’re sure?” Lucy runs her hands through Ona’s messy hair and tucks it gently behind her ear. 

“Sí, prometo. I’m sure” With one last lingering kiss pressed to Lucy’s lips, Ona reaches over to open the car door, squealing as Lucy picks her up with her hands under Ona’s ass and climbs out of the car before depositing the Spaniard gently on the ground. 

“I love you,” Lucy whispers, kissing Ona’s forehead gently. “If it gets too much, tell me and we’ll stop, okay?”

“I love you more,” Ona whispers. “And it won’t be too much.” She pecks Lucy’s cheek before pulling away with a smirk, grabbing her girlfriend’s hand and nearly dragging her across the parking lot.

[maxsimagination]

𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 - 𝗽.𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗷𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗼

warnings: a kiss, fluff

a/n: patri is 25 and reader is 28

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"she just doesn't understand that i have to do it. travelling is part of my job, it's not a choice!"

patri was sitting on my couch in my living room, ranting about troubles in her relationship. her and clara had been together for almost a year, it had been a mostly smooth romance but now it wasn't so smooth.

"have you told her how you feel?"

i always tried my best to support patri no matter what, she was my best friend, but it was difficult when her and clara became a thing because i also had feelings for patri. i didn't dare say anything, in fear of being the reason they broke up.

"i try, but she always ends up yelling at me or crying." i could tell it was tough on patri, her shoulders sagged and she didn't have the spark in her personality anymore. i bought her into a hug and she melted into my embrace. i could hear small sniffles from her head on my shoulder and i rubbed up and down her back.

"i'm here for you, patri. even if you break up."

especially if you break up.

she lifted her head to look at me, a small smile that didn't quite reach her eyes showed on her face. "thank you, y/n. i appreciate it."

"that's what friends are for, nene."

——

i left to go training that morning, my mind filled with thoughts of yesterdays conversation with patri. i had liked her for so long it was hard to imagine what life would be like without her. but i refused to make a move or say anything when she was in a relationship.

when i got to camp nou, there was a couple of fans and paparazzi that hung around the entrance. i simply waved and continue on my way. i put my bags down next to alexia, giving her a hug in acknowledgment.

"¿estas bien?" (are you okay?)

she looked concerned when we pulled apart.

"sí, just a little tired." (yes)

alexia didn't say anything; only a sceptical look on her face. i knew that she knew something was up, and knowing ale, she would try to get to the bottom of it.

we started individual training drills, and then paired up for more. we ended the couple of hours with a scrimmage before everyone peeled off to have a shower. i sat on the benches in the changing rooms, eyes closed, just in my own mind and not really aware of my surroundings. i could hear footsteps and the bench next to me creak, opening my eyes to see alexia looking at me.

"no estás bien. what's wrong?" (you’re not okay.)

i knew there was no point in keeping it from her, she's my captain and close friend, she'd figure it out anyway. "patri tells me everything about her and carla, and she keeps talking to me about how they aren't in a good place but all i want to do is kiss her."

i was blunt about it, and didn't really know what else to say. alexia was quiet for a second before pulling me to stand in front of her. "go have a shower, i'll take you out and we can talk over coffee."

so i did just that. i showered and ale drove us to a small cafe nearby. i found a table while she ordered for us. "bien. habla." (okay. talk.)

"i don't know what to say. you know i've liked patri for a while, but i never said anything about it. yesterday she talked to me about their newest problem and we hugged but i want so much more than to be her best friend and therapist." i looked to alexia with pleading eyes, silently begging her to help me.

"just talk to her. if they aren't doing well then just advise her to end it." it was not what i expected alexia to say, i thought she'd have some philosophical quote to spout at me but i think i liked this answer better.

"are you sure? i don't want to be the reason they break up, ale."

she quirked an eyebrow at me.

"you know you won't be. i think patri actually likes you, but she was scared because you were older and more experienced so she found a different girl."

i smiled a little at that. patri, scared? i never thought i'd see the day. alexia continued. "she's only dating carla because she didn't know how to deal with her feelings for you. a relationship of convenience, if you will."

i laughed at her play on words at the end. she had somehow made me feel less scared about the whole situation.

"thank you ale."

——

i was at home after training the next day, contemplating texting patri to come over. she had a key to my apartment and usually came over by herself anyway but i hadn't seen her since training yesterday, she seemed like she was avoiding me today. instead of getting inside my own head, i thought fuck it, and sent her a message to come over.

in the half hour between sending the text and hearing the doorbell ring, i had thought of a million different situations that could happen. but when i saw patri on the other side of the door i forgot them all.

"hola. come in." (hello.)

i knew something was off since she rung the doorbell. she never uses the doorbell.

"¿estas bien?" (are you okay?)

i wanted to make sure she was alright before i threw my feelings at her. there was a small pause before she started tearing up.

"i broke up with carla."

her voice was small, quiet, very un-patri-like.

"oh, mi cariño." (oh, my darling.)

i hugged her immediately, cradling her head in the crook of my neck. my heart itself was jumping for joy but crying at the same time. she was single.

we sat together, just holding each other, for what seemed like forever, or at least until patri stopped crying. "do you want to talk?"

"she called me today, after training, and we ended up in another argument. i don't remember what it was about this time. she was yelling and i had enough so i told her it was over." it was short and blunt but to the point. our hands were still interlinked, my thumb rubbing up and down.

"i'm so proud of you. i know that sounds weird, but you weren't happy with her and the team could tell. you did what was best for you." i hoped my words were the right ones.

patri looked at me and broke into a smile, the first genuine one i'd seen from her in days. "i'm so glad i had you here with me." she hugged me again, her arms weaving themselves around my waist. my body froze, short-circuited at her touch.

i was extremely unsure if i was reading too much into the action. but when we pulled apart patri was closer. she was very close to my face and it took everything in me not to kiss her.

we held eye contact before everything stopped, she leant in and our lips collided. i let her take control of the situation, not wanting to push anything. patri pulled away and her eyes widened at what just happened.

"lo siento mucho, i'm so sorry, y/n." (i’m so sorry)

it took me a second but i smiled at her surprise.

"you have no idea how long i wanted that for."

"¿qué?" (what?)

"sí, i've wanted to kiss you for ages." (yes) i

t was almost like a joke to me now, i knew everything was ok and i wasn't afraid to speak my feelings. patri was the opposite, practically a stuttering mess which i never thought i'd see.

"patri." i grabbed her hand.

"what i'm trying to say is that i like you. i have since before you started dating carla. now you're not, and i'm telling you i like you." i watched as she processed what i'd told her.

"¿quieres ser mi novia?" (do you want to be my girlfriend?)

i slowly smiled at her words.

"sí. i would love to be your girlfriend, patri." (yes.)

[magicfootballstuff]

Superstar (patri guijarro x reader)

Summary: Even big players get nervous before big finals. Patri is no exception to that.

———

You never fall asleep straight away the night before a big match and tonight is no different.

Football doesn’t get much bigger than tomorrow. Your first Champions League final in front of a sold out crowd, a chance to win the most prestigious trophy in club football.

You’re not nervous. At least not yet. Nor is it excitement that keeps you awake. More the anticipation of such a huge game. You’re going to have to be at your absolute best tomorrow, to play football like you’ve never played it before. 

With that thought, you’re just starting to wonder if maybe you are nervous after all, when your phone lights up on the nightstand beside your bed. You prop yourself up onto one elbow to peer at the screen and see an incoming call from a number saved in your contacts as nothing more than ‘❤️’, and you reach for the phone to answer.

“I can’t sleep,” your girlfriend says as soon as you pick up.

Rolling onto your back with your phone held up to your ear, you reply, “So you decided you’d wake me up too?”

“Your phone is always on silent. I knew you wouldn’t answer unless you were still awake too.”

Though there’s a hint of teasing in Patri’s voice, her tone is familiar and soothing, and you have no doubt that if you stayed on the line and just let Patri talk, you’d find that sleep isn’t so hard to succumb to after all.

“So, do you want to talk about what’s on your mind or do you want me to distract you?” you ask Patri.

“Depends what kind of distraction you’re offering,” Patri replies, her voice low enough to cause a stirring deep in your gut.

“Patricia,” you warn her, before the conversation can descend into complete filth.

“Sorry,” Patri apologises, her voice back to normal. “But I don’t think I’ve ever been nervous like this before a match. Excited-nervous, yes. But not scared-nervous.”

“What are you scared of?” you ask.

“I just keep replaying last year’s final over and over again. That feeling when the final whistle went, when we knew we’d lost, I don’t want to ever feel like that again.”

“Then don’t lose,” you say, as if it’s that simple.

“That’s easy for you to say. You’ve never played in a Champions League final before.”

“No, you’re right,” you admit.

This is your first season with Barcelona, having only signed for them last summer. But you know that the Champions League is all they strive for. They talk about it more than any individual match, more than winning the league. For them, winning the Champions League is the only option. To lose would be the ultimate failure.

You’ve heard them talk about last year’s final. The further the team has progressed through the competition this year, the more they talk about it, and the more you’ve come to realise how much that loss affected them mentally. Not just to lose, but to lose the way that they did, after being heralded as the favourites. You don’t know exactly what they felt that day when they didn’t win, but you hope you never find out.

“How did you feel when you lost last year?” you dare to ask, knowing that it’s a question that risks opening old wounds, but one that you think you need to ask.

“Like a failure,” Patri answers straight away. “Like I wasn’t good enough. Like I’d let everyone down - the team, my family, the fans.”

“And how did it feel the year before, when you beat Chelsea in the final?” you ask as a follow up.

“The best feeling in the world.” You can hear the smile in Patri’s voice as she recounts what you know to be the best day of her life. “I felt invincible. I felt so much love for this team, so proud to be culé.”

“The fact that you’re so scared of repeating last year is a good thing, no?” you ask.

“I guess so,” Patri hums.

“Because you can channel that pain into success tomorrow,” you continue. “It’s not that you didn’t fight to win last year, but now you have an extra reason to want to win.”

“I think if we lose tomorrow, it might break me,” Patri confesses. “I’m not sure I’ll ever recover.”

“You will,” you promise her. “You recovered from last year. Going through something like that makes you stronger. If we lose tomorrow, we come back fighting even harder next year. But I don’t think we’re going to lose. I don’t think you’re going to let that happen. We’re taking that trophy back to Barcelona, I can feel it.”

“I really hope you’re right.”

“I’m usually right,” you tease her, to lighten the conversation, and Patri jumps at the chance to change the subject.

“Come to my room,” Patri practically purrs down the phone.

It’s tempting. The worst thing about away games is having to sleep apart from your girlfriend, but everyone gets assigned their own rooms for a reason and out of all the couples on the team, you don’t want to be the ones who get told off for breaking the rules right before such a big game.

“I can’t,” you remind her. “You know I’ll get in trouble if I get caught.”

“Then don’t get caught,” Patri says in a mocking voice, and you wonder if she’s making fun of the way you told her to simply not lose tomorrow’s Champions League final. When you still hesitate, she tries to tempt you by adding, “You don’t win Champions League finals by playing safe.”

“You also don’t win Champions League finals by staying up all night before the match with your girlfriend instead of sleeping,” you counter.

Patri doesn’t say anything, but you hear some noises on the other end of the line, some rustling, some heavy breathing, followed by the distinctive sound of a door being closed.

“Patri?” you ask, worried that your girlfriend is in the process of doing something that will get you both in a lot of trouble. “Patri, what are you doing?” 

“Coming down to see you,” she whispers, confirming your theory, and you picture her creeping along the hallway of the floor above, sneaking past the rooms where your teammates and the Barcelona staff sleep. “What was your room number again?”

“Patri…” you groan.

“I’m already on my way. Don’t make me knock on every door until I find you. That would definitely get us in trouble.”

“It’d get you in trouble,” you point out, denying all accountability for your girlfriend’s misbehaviour. “I’m fast asleep in my bed.” You pause, then add, “In room 314.”

“Yes,” Patri hisses. “Thank you baby. See you in a second.”

She hangs up the phone, leaving you to expect her imminent arrival. You flick on one of the bedside lamps to bathe your hotel room in a soft orange glow, then peel back the covers to get out of bed. Your room is a bit of a mess but you gather the clothes strewn around and toss them into your open suitcase, then hang the damp towel that was on the floor over the back of a chair to dry.

No sooner have you finished making the room look semi-presentable, do you hear a couple of gentle taps on the door.

Your heart does a little flip in your chest as you open the door to see Patri standing out in the hallway in her pyjamas, a big grin on her face as she greets you.

“Hi,” she says.

“Come in,” you say, ushering her inside. “Quick, before anyone sees you.”

Patri steps past you and launches herself onto your bed, arms spread wide and face pressed into the pillow your own head was laying against just a couple of minutes ago.

“Please, make yourself at home,” you say sarcastically, as you close the door behind her.

Patri rolls over onto her back and tucks her legs under the covers, before tapping the vacant spot on the mattress beside her.

“Plenty of room for two,” she tells you, raising her eyebrows in an invitation.

You climb into bed beside her, flicking off the lamp to shroud the room in darkness again, and pulls the covers up over you as Patri nestles against your chest, her arm draped across your waist.

“How are you feeling?” you ask her, bringing one hand up to the back of her head and stroking your fingers through her hair.

“Better now,” she murmurs. “I always feel better when I’m with you.”

“Then it’s a good job I’ll be on the pitch with you tomorrow,” you joke, and Patri hums in agreement.

Maybe that’s why you’re not nervous. It could be naivety, not yet fully understanding the enormity of tomorrow’s task. But it’s also a comfort to know that you get to do it with Patri, to experience days like tomorrow with the most important person in your life. If you win, you get to celebrate together, and if you lose, you have each other to lean on for support.

“In all seriousness, you know I’ve always got you,” you promise Patri. “Whatever the outcome tomorrow, you’re always making me proud. You’ll always be my number one.”

Patri says nothing, her breathing steady and the weight of her warm body against yours the comfort that you needed when you were first trying to find sleep earlier in the night before Patri’s phone call.

“But I think you’re gonna do something special tomorrow,” you continue. “I can feel it. My superstar is going to show the world why she deserves to be called the best in the world.”

Patri would normally have one of two reactions to you hyping her up like this - either to preen and play up to your words, or to pretend to get shy and act like she isn’t worthy of your praise. But when she does neither, you glance down at her to look for the reason for her silence, and are met by the sight of your girlfriend fast asleep on your chest, eyes closed and a picture of peace on her face. 

You slowly stop playing with her hair, but press a tender kiss to the top of her head instead.

“Sweet dreams, my superstar. Tomorrow we win the Champions League.”

[baddestbittyontheblock]

patri guijarro fic recs

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my favs= ☆

౨ৎ super star ☆ by @magicfootballstuff patri guijarro x reader

-even big players get nervous before big finals. patri is no exception to that.

౨ৎ communication by ^ patri guijarro x reader

-you first meet patri at national camp.

౨ৎ holiday loving by @mapileonxputellas patri guijarro x reader | mentions of body image issues, suggestive language.

-the season finally drew to a close and despite the disappointment of the champions league final you were determined to relax for a week in ibiza before you had to start the preparation for the european championships with Spain.

౨ৎ terrified by @gagmewitha-spork patri guijarro x reader | a few swear words here and there, a little angsty, 2.2k

-reader is terrified of losing themselves if they fall too hard for patri. patri is convinced reader is going to break up with her.

౨ৎ always by @onlyhereforthestories patri guijarro x reader

-you had joined barcelona women’s team in the summer, you came from psg along with perades and played on the right wing so you didn’t know what kind of game time or competition you were going in to.

౨ৎ past, present, and future by ^ patri guijarro x reader

-to say you were excited about the upcoming break would be an understatement, it felt like you had been playing football for a year straight what with the season and the champions leagues games as well as the euro tournament over the summer. 

౨ৎ home for christmas by @cpheath patri guijarro x reader

-“i have a question,”

౨ৎ patri ficlet by @outsideratheart patri guijarro x reader

-“how do we get out?”

౨ৎ pink beanie girl by @femininefutbol patri guijarro x reader | 2.8k

-you are secretly dating patri guijarro and her teammates try to set you up with her

౨ৎ like a weighted blanket by @redhairedwolfwitch patri guijarro x reader

-falling asleep before dinner isn't ideal, especially when you forget about dinner and your teammates have to come and get you and patri

౨ৎ better than a weighted blanket by ^ patri guijarro x reader | implied spicy content

-a continuation of Like a weighted blanket, however, some other activities turn into a game of hide the hickeys as most of the barcelona squad remain in the dark. also references to blackout

౨ৎ blackout by ^ patri guijarro x reader

-what happens when power goes out in your building, and you and your teammates are trying to find each other in the dark.

౨ৎ lost and found by @skipper1331 patri guijarro x reader

-reader is known for always losing her stuff (phone, keys etc) and patri always finds them, so a few teammates start to think that they are soulmates and should get together.

[justdontaskme]

Fights All Around (Patri Guijarro x Reader)

A/N: Long time no see. Got another fic here from a prompt a while back. Not sure if I followed through fully with the ask, but hope it’s still good.

Things have been tense between you and Alexia for the past few days. Most of the team tried to stay out of the drama, but it seems as if things were getting worse between the two of you as the silent treatment slowly evolved into micro-aggressions of shoving and snide comments targeted at one another. 

It was strange for the team because no one knew what had happened between the two of you. One day you were two peas in a pod, staying late to work on shots and set plays together. But then the next day, it's as if you couldn't get far enough away from each other. 

No one asked what was wrong. Your teammates knew better than to get in the middle of a sisterly squabble. Besides, they figured that things would work themselves out in a matter of hours. It usually did. However, it’s almost been a week now and it didn't seem like there was any light at the end of the tunnel. 

Even the upcoming game couldn’t get the two of you to reconcile. Luckily for the team, though, you and Alexia were good at putting differences aside while playing. 

When you and Alexia were on the field together, it was magical. Even when the two of you weren’t seeing eye to eye off the pitch, nothing could destroy the chemistry on it. The two of you were just so in sync, knowing what the other was thinking without saying anything. It's what made the two of you a deadly force to reckon with. 

The opposing team’s strategy for winning this game was quite clear from the get go. Divide and conquer. They immediately threw bodies your way, keeping you from working with Alexia.

At first it was mainly to overwhelm, but it quickly grew physical. Unfortunately for you, you had been the one on the receiving end of many tackles. Each tackle was getting more reckless, and you knew you’d be waking up to countless bruises littered across your body from the hard landings and nasty collisions. And throughout all of this, not a single foul was called in your favor. 

It was nearing the end of the game when all hell broke loose. Between you and your sisters, you were always the hotheaded one, lashing out quickly before apologizing later. Sometimes your emotions just get the better of you.

So when an opposing defender came in deliberately shoved you from behind to keep you from advancing with the ball, you were over it. After a rather hard landing, you shot up from the ground, stomping to the player who had just taken you down. Without an ounce of remorse, you roughly shoved the girl, tripping her up and having her land flat on her ass. 

Now that she was vulnerable, you hovered over the girl, shouting in her face about the cheap shot and how tired you were of her nonsense. You saw her try to get back up, but you immediately pushed her back down. There was still a lot you had to get out. 

You felt a few hands on your shoulders trying to pull you back, but you brushed them off. When some of the opposing team's players tried shoving you away from their teammate, you found yourself lunging at them. 

Your assault was put on pause when you felt a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, physically lifting you and walking you away from the altercation. That didn’t stop you though. You struggled in your captor’s arms, still yelling at the other team for not playing fair. 

Quickly, more of your teammates crowded you, creating a wall between you and the other team before things could get worse. 

Almost instantly, your girlfriend was standing in front of you. Patri cradled your face in her hands, forcing you to look at her. “Querida, let it go, please,” she said, “If you don’t calm down, they’ll take you out of the game.”

You closed your eyes, letting yourself fall backwards into your teammate who had managed to drag you from the chaos. With Patri's guidance, you took deep breaths in, the anger still brewing inside you but much less than before. Eventually, your body sagged, your willingness to fight leaving you for the moment. 

Lucy’s arms were still around your waist from behind since she had literally grabbed you and walked you away from the altercation. Her hold had loosened, but she was still hesitant to let you go, just in case you decided to go back in. With a subtle nod of your head and a silent promise to stop fighting, she released you. 

Patri quickly wrapped you in her arms, pressing a quick kiss to the side of your head. “You’re okay,” she whispered to you.

Surprisingly, after all of that, you had only managed to earn a yellow card, considering it was only your first warning of the game. You decided to thank your lucky stars and not argue with the ref for the rest of the game. You had no idea that during the entire fiasco, Alexia and Irene had gone and pleaded your case. 

The pace of the game slowed down considerably, especially after Aitana managed to slot one in, putting the team up by one goal. This allowed you to sit further back in the field, keeping any other physical attacks from taking place. 

Once the final whistle blew, you let your shoulders fall. You took deep breaths, begging your burning lungs to take in the oxygen and relieve the pressure you felt in you with every inhale. 

Despite the win, you couldn't find it in yourself to be courteous to the players who had it out for you the entire game. While you no longer wanted to fight, you still were in a sour mood. Normally, you’d just chalk it up to no hard feelings because it was just a game, but not today. You avoided all of them, even bypassing some of your teammates who came to check up on you. 

Everyone steered clear of you as you sat down in a random spot on the field, shielding yourself from the crowd as your head fell between your bent knees. You forced yourself to continue taking deep breaths in and slowly letting them out, hoping that the anger would dissipate with each exhale. 

All you wanted was to expel all these feelings, so you weren't tempted to take them out on your friends, but somehow your sister didn't seem to get the hint to leave you alone. Instead she came over to you, grabbing your arms rather harshly and yanking you from the ground. She was fuming and you were not in the mood to try to placate her. 

“What were you thinking?” Alexia demanded, her eyes narrowed, her nostrils slightly flared as she stared you down. 

“Just leave me alone, Ale,” you grumbled, brushing her off and turning towards the locker room. 

No such luck. Your older sister spun you around, forcing you to face her. “That was so unnecessary. Why are you always trying to start fights?”

Many of your teammates started to congregate around the two of you, still keeping a distance, with the exception of Patri. Your girlfriend carefully took a spot by your side, waiting to intervene if necessary. 

“I didn’t start that!” you shouted indignantly, the volume of your voice raising slightly. “They were all over me the entire game. You saw it!”

“That doesn’t make it okay for you to go knocking people around. Grow up, already,” Alexia grumbled, standing right in front of your face, ignoring the hand on her chest from Patri, physically keeping the older girl from getting too close. 

“I get it. I’m not perfect. What do you want from me?” your voice desperate, the emotional toll from the last couple of days really coming into play. 

"We have to be better than that," Alexia reminded you. 

For some reason it was your sister’s use of we that set you off. Like she was lumping the two of you together. In the back of your mind, you knew she meant no harm from it, but after the week you had of arguing with her nonstop and the crazy game that just took place, rationality was the furthest thing from your mind. 

"I'm not you, Ale! I only know how to screw everything up, right?" You shouted at her, your pent up emotions getting the better of you. “I don’t know how to be great unless I do everything you tell me to do.”

That started to lay the clues in your teammates mind as to what the two of you were angry about this entire time. They were quite surprised by this revelation because you two are normally really close and most times you idolized Alexia, asking for her advice in navigating your professional career. 

As you took a look around, your teammates were staring at you with mixed looks of concern, worry, and maybe a few of the pitiful ones you hated. Their stares quickly became too much as you took off in a sprint to the locker room, needing to be away from here as soon as possible. 

Patri made to go after you, but was stopped by Aitana who said to give you a moment to yourself. Your best friend knew how overwhelmed you could get and how crowding you was not in anyone’s best interest. 

Your teammates were stuck in their place, watching as you ran off the field. Alexia looked stricken, as if her words and actions were finally catching up to her. Seeing the look on your face just before you ran away, that was not something she’d want to see again. 

As your older sister, she was meant to look out for you, protect you, but instead she had pushed you away. Immediately guilt filled her body, and shame followed right after when she saw how her teammates had turned their attention to her. 

She had failed you. 

When everyone eventually returned to the locker room, they found your space cleared out, meaning you had already left, which worried them. Patri immediately grabbed her phone, calling you multiple times but getting sent straight to voicemail every time. She texted you, hoping for an answer but even those went unanswered. 

After everyone had showered and changed, a search party had been gathered. They began pairing off and narrowing down the places you were most likely to be. Just as they were about to take off, Patri had received a text from you. 

I’m fine. Just need a moment to myself. 

While it didn’t exactly instill a lot of confidence in her, she knew to give you some space. She told you to call her if you needed anything and also made you promise to check in every now and then until you were back home safe. 

****

Hours later, Patri and Irene are roused from their rooms in their shared apartment by a loud series of knocks. They are instantly out of their rooms, congregating in the hall leading to their front door where the incessant knocking was coming from. 

The two players looked at one another confused and slightly terrified by the desperation as the knocking got louder and quicker.

Patri approached carefully, peeking into the peep hole before stepping back and swinging the door open immediately. Her hand reached out, dragging you into the apartment. 

Irene gasped as she took in the dried blood all over your face. There was a cut from your eyebrow, the beginnings of black eye forming, and a split lip. Your clothes were a mess and your hair was sticking out every which way. 

"What happened?"

Neither girl was surprised when you had stayed quiet, your mind shutting down in front of people familiar to you. Instead, you just walked into Patri’s body, resting your head on her collarbone as you waited for her hands to wrap themselves around you. 

Your girlfriend began whispering sweet words into your ear, trying to get you to open up, but it wasn’t doing much. Patri looked up and made eye contact with Irene. The two of them had a silent conversation before the young midfielder was leading you to the bathroom to clean you up. 

As gently as she could, Patri lifted you and placed you carefully on the counter by the sink. She went digging around for the first aid kit as you sat there quietly, fiddling with your fingers and avoiding eye contact. 

That’s when Patri noticed how bad your knuckles were, which led her to believe that you had gotten into another fight since she had seen you last. 

"You know that you have to be more careful, querida," Patri reminded you softly, her touch gentle as she helped wipe the dried blood off your face. 

"I know," your head fell in shame, hating that you had gone and disappointed everyone again. “I know.”

Those were the first words you had spoken since arriving at your girlfriend's apartment and they were also the last. 

She disinfected all of your wounds before bandaging them. Once that was finished, Patri lifted you up and carried you to her room. After tucking you under the blankets, Patri temporarily left the room to grab you some water. 

“Call Alexia,” Patri told Irene. 

“I already did,” Irene said, her hand on her head as she tried to think about how they’ve all come to this. “Is she okay?”

“I don’t know,” Patri answered honestly. “She’ll heal, but I’m worried because she won’t tell me anything. I don’t know how to help her if she won’t talk to me.”

“You’re doing exactly what you should be doing,” Irene told her. “Just be there for her. She’ll talk eventually.”

Patri nodded her head, walking back to her room with the determination to be whatever you needed from her. 

****

Less than an hour later, Alexia was frantically pounding on the door to Patri and Irene’s apartment. Irene opened the door to let the other woman in. 

"Where is she?" Alexia asked, rushing into the room, her head on a swivel as she searched for any sign of you. 

Irene carefully grabbed her friend's arm, turning her around. "Alexia, calm down, please."

The two of them waited until Alexia's breathing was under better control and her mind a little more clear. 

"What happened?"

The defender shrugged, "We don't know. She hasn't said anything about it."

"Is she okay?" Alexia asked, almost afraid to hear the answer. From Irene’s tone over the phone, things did not look good and Alexia felt like there was no one to blame but herself. 

"Patri is taking care of her. They're in her room right now," Irene replied, tilting her head in the direction of where you were. 

Alexia thanked her friend before heading to Patri's room. She knocked lightly, peering inside when she thought she heard a voice inside. As the midfielder walked into the room, she could literally feel her heart drop into her stomach.

On the bed, you were laying half on top of Patri, eyes staring off in the distance as she was reading a book to you. Without taking her eyes off the book, Patri waved your sister in, motioning to the other side of the bed.

As Alexia approached, she got a better look at you. She took note of your injuries, filing them away in her head to clean and care for later. The closer she got to you, the more clear the finer details became. She noticed how you were clutching Patri harder than normal, as if you were afraid your girlfriend would leave. 

Carefully, Alexia slipped into the bed on your other side, one hand rubbing your back up and down. She smiled fondly as she noticed your features relaxing just slightly at the movement. But other than that, there was no other reaction to her presence. 

You continued to lie there motionless, eyes more focused on the wall than anything else, the sound of your girlfriend’s voice lulling you into a trance of sorts. For the next thirty minutes or so, the three of you sat in place, continuing on with everything you were previously doing. 

Once Patri finished the chapter, she placed the book back on her bedside table, careful not to rouse you too much. Instead, she adjusted her body so you both could be more comfortable. 

Between the three of you nothing was said, the quiet settling in the room as you all waited for someone to break the ice. It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable, just quiet, each of you playing with your thoughts and imagining the possible outcomes of this talk. 

“What happened?” Alexia asked softly, afraid of breaking the tranquility. 

Silence followed the question, but you all knew you were going to answer. It was just going to take a second. 

“I got into a fight at Leo’s bar," you finally managed, your voice small as you curled in on yourself. Well as much as you could while still mostly laying on your girlfriend. 

"Did you win?" Patri asked, earning a slap to the back of her head from your sister. 

"Do not encourage her," Alexia reprimanded the younger midfielder. 

"Security broke it up," you answered. 

"Y/N-" Alexia started to say, but getting cut off by you. 

"Don't worry, Leo said he'll take care of it. No one will know," you said, face still dejected as you could only imagine the disappointment on Alexia's face. 

"That's not what I was going to say," Alexia sighed, hating that your first reaction was to correct or explain instead of expressing what was going on in your head. Yes, your sister was glad that things were taken care of discreetly, but she wanted to know what led to the fight and if you were okay both physically and mentally. 

Right now, she hated that you felt like you couldn’t just talk to her. But she left it at that for the moment. In times like these, it was better not to push and let you offer as much as you were willing to. In the days following, things will start to make much more sense. 

With the lull in the conversation, Alexia decided now was the best time to do what she’s been wanting to do since she saw you walk off, “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” You said, reaching behind you to grab your sister’s hand, holding it in yours. “You never have to apologize to me.”

Alexia literally could have cried at that moment. She and Alba always joked that you were the ticking time bomb in the family. You had the shortest temper, but you probably also had the biggest heart of them all. 

“You might not think I have to, but I want to,” Alexia said, squeezing your hand firmly. “You are my baby sister and I should be protecting you, not tearing you down. We can fight and argue, but we always have each other’s back.”

In response, you squeezed her hand, and that was it. Your thoughts haven’t settled in your mind enough to voice them. So you continued in autopilot mode, trying to draw comfort in your girlfriend’s steady breath and your sister’s protective presence. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I know that I’m hard on you,” Alexia began, understanding that you probably weren’t going to be saying anything else about the fight at the bar for the rest of the night.  “It’s just, I know how this world can be and I don’t want people to have any reason to be mean and tear you down. I was only trying to protect you by trying to keep you from making any of the mistakes I made. I wasn’t trying to rule your life. I didn’t realize what I was doing to you in the process.”

"I don't know how to be like you, Ale," you told her, eyes still drawn to the patterns you were drawing on your girlfriend's stomach. "That's not me, and I hate disappointing everyone when I fall short of expectations."

"I don't want you to be me. I want you to be better,” Alexia said, scooting just a bit closer to you on the bed. “You are the best of us.” 

Those words coming from her meant more than you could explain. You could literally feel tears welling up in your eyes. 

"Thank you," you choked out, starting to feel your body fully relax.

Finally, all the events today crept up on you. In a few short minutes, you were snoring softly against Patri's chest, Alexia's one hand wrapped up in one of yours. 

Patri ran her hand through your hair, a smile on her face now that you have finally let your body heal itself. 

"Patri," Alexia called. The young midfielder turned to your sister curiously. "Thank you for taking care of her."

"You don't have to thank me. I know she'd do the same thing for me," Patri said, kissing your head. 

And while you were sleeping your girlfriend and your sister sat there grateful you were okay and feeling lucky that they had someone like you in their lives. 

[mapileonxputellas]

Holiday Loving (Patri Guijarro x Reader)

One of my new favourites!!! Loved writing for someone different. Loved writing this, with help from these requests (1, 2, 3) and this picture. TW: mentions of body image issues, suggestive language. Requests open!

The season finally drew to a close and despite the disappointment of the Champions League final you were determined to relax for a week in Ibiza before you had to start the preparation for the European Championships with Spain. Of course you were thankful that you got to play football for a living but if there’s one thing you loved most in the world about your job it was the people you’ve met because of it.

You’d been at Barcelona since you were 19 and they’d the best five years of your life. Like everyone always said, you were more than a football team, it was a family, a group of individuals who gave their all to each other every day.

Within that you had your own little mini family in Claudia, Leila and Patri. Claudia and Leila could only be described as your sisters and best friends, annoying but loving all the time. Patri was different, you’d always had quite an affectionate friendship but you knew you were destined to be more than just friends. The two of you had finally made the leap and began dating almost two years ago after finally ‘growing some balls’ as Mapi put it. With football however and the ever-changing pandemic you’d never been able to go away together, until now.

Which is what led you to Ibiza with the three of them, boarding a small yacht ready to spend the day in the sun along with some of Leila’s other friends.

“You ok?” Patri whispered in your ear as the four of you sat in the little lounge area, your back to her front as you sat between her legs, light kisses being peppered along your ear. “You’re quiet.”

“Tired.” This was your first day out with everyone as you’d spent the first day of the holiday as just the two of you, leading to quite a late night.

“Sleep baby, I’ll wake you up when we stop.”

Patri gently stroked your hair as you fell asleep facing the seat, almost cuddling her leg as you slumped down so your head rested on her chest. She could have been watching the blue water surrounding them but she found you much more interesting, watching as your face scrunched up every so often, as your leg naturally wrapped around her own. She could do this forever even if she already had every part of your body memorised in her head forever.

“Hola.” The silence was broken as Claudia roughly sat down next to Patri, earning an immediate scowl from her teammate.

“Shh, she’s asleep. Don’t wake her up”

“Woah, I wasn’t going to.” The younger girl settled down, dropping into a whisper to stay with her friend. “Why didn’t you come out last night?”

The plan was to have the day to yourselves and then join up with the rest of the group but you’d cancelled on the club at the last minute. “We were planning on coming but then we ended up in this little town and found this cute little restaurant. Just didn’t want to leave.” Patri recited the little story you’d come up with.

Claudia though saw straight through it. “More like you couldn’t get out of bed, no wonder she can’t keep her eyes open.”

“Don’t be jealous Claudia.” You whispered, forcing both eyes to look down on you as your arm snaked around Patri’s waist under her cover up. “You’d be the same if your girlfriend was as hot as mine.”

“You two make me sick.” Claudia said as she observed the hand resting very low on your back. The disgust in her voice though couldn’t disguise the smile on her face as she watched you interact. “You know even though I love you both I never signed up for this.”

“You love us really.” You reached up with your other hand to pinch her cheeks. “Also I specifically remember you pushing us to go on that date so you can’t back track now.”

She couldn’t deny that one, moving closer so she could wrap her arms around you both. “I love you both, just don’t be having sex on this boat.”

“Yeah I don’t think that’s going to happen.”

….

Once the boat had stopped moving and settled in the middle of the ocean you all made your way up onto the top deck to sunbathe before the food was due to come out.

Through not being able to go on holiday for the past couple of years, you’d forgotten how comfortable Spanish people are around each other and how they all naturally settled for going topless. It wasn’t that you were against this, in fact you would also naturally go to do this, but in the last few years you’d become extremely body conscious. It took a lot for you to be comfortable around Patri and that took a lot of patience and encouragement from her.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Patri sensed your discomfort, wrapping her arm around your shoulder as the two of you sat watching everyone move around. “We can go back downstairs or just keep our tops on.”

“Everyone will just think I’m weird.”

“I promise no-one will care and if anyone does make a comment they’d have me to answer to.” Of course that got a laugh out of you as you knew she was actually the softest person ever off the pitch and hated confrontation. “What do you want to do baby?”

“I’ll just wait till everyone’s settled and then see.” You lied down, Patri leaning over to press her forehead against your own.

“Promise you’re ok? If you don’t feel comfortable then we can go down.”

“I promise I’m fine, you go ahead.” You knew she was used to going topless.

With a final peck of your lips she sat up, slowly taking her over up and bikini top off, almost teasing you as she could see your eyes trained on her body, a smirk on her lips.

“I think I’ve changed my mind, maybe we should go downstairs.”

“Don’t be jealous.” She chucked, remembering the words you had said earlier, lying down on her front so your faces were only inches apart, her hand intertwining with your own. “You know are friends wouldn’t judge you and we’re a bit away from the rest of them. Like they could even judge you, you have an incredible body.”

“Patri…”

“It’s true. It’s only my job to remind you how perfect you are in every way.”

Being a footballer you had to be athletic and you couldn’t deny that you did have a good physique. The problem however, at least in your own mind, was that since you were a teenager you have noticed that one of your breasts is noticeably larger than the other.

Of course you had this checked and the doctors have assured you that there is no underlying problem with this but it made you so self-conscious wearing anything that was low cut in public. You’d considered having corrective surgery but you could never justify the recovery time and how it would impact your footballing schedule.

It had taken a while for you to open up about this to Patri when things began to heat up but since you’d told her she never failed to reassure you that it didn’t matter to her. She regularly switched which one was her favourite, sometimes saying the small one deserved more love and sometimes picking the big one for the attention.

Once everyone was settled, with Claudia led on the other side of Patri, you took a few moments to sike yourself up before sitting up to remove your cover up. You could feel Patri’s eyes on you as you then undid the bikini top, letting it fall to the floor as you led down turning over to be on your back.

“I’m so proud of you.” Patri whispered, leaning up to place a delicate kiss on your shoulder.

“I’m only taking my top off.”

“Don’t do that, I know it was a big thing for you.”

“Thank you.” The sincerity clear in your voice as you shifted closer together so your sides were touching. “I love you.”

“I love you too. I think I like the big one better right now.”

“Oh yeah, why that one?”

“Because that’s the one giving me a lot of side boob right now.”

“Patri!”

Both of you possessed the love language of touch, spending the next hour just delicately touching the other, grazing your fingers over the other’s back to having your pinkies intertwined. You had the confidence to turn over, knowing everyone around you was a bit tipsy and probably wouldn’t even take notice of you.

As the crowd slowly dissipated and it was only your three close friends up there you became a bit more confident, sitting up to talk to them without reaching for your cover up.

“You look great Y/N.” Leila reassured you, noticing your discomfort and you repeatedly that no-one else was around you.

“Thanks Leila.” Leila was quite a big flirt but it was definitely harmless.

“Don’t look for too long.” Patri said, reaching to pull you between her legs, her hands moving to cup your breasts away from their view. “They’re mine.”

“All yours.” You reassured her, twisting your head to meet her lips. “Always.”

“Again no having sex on the boat.” Claudia repeated. “Come on lets get a tan.”

…..

That night you held up your promise and joined the rest of the group for a meal at a restaurant overlooking the sea.

Even though you were going out with the larger group you had definitely gained some confidence from today, you’d spent most of the time as just the three of you and never felt the need to cover up, so that night you went for a low-cut mini dress.

“Have I mentioned how incredible you look tonight?” Patri whispered as the two of you sat at one end of the long table her hand firmly on your thigh with yours intertwined on top of it, Claudia and Leila opposite the two of you. “Sensational.”

“I think you mentioned it once or twice.” More like five times, since you’d walked out the villa her hands had not left your body.

“Ladies have you decided what you would like?” A waiter appeared next to me, noticing we had put our menus down. “Lovely lady first.”

“Sex on the beach please.” You responded, quickly glancing to Patri to see a blush rising on her face. “The tapas set menu as well.”

The rest of the group gave their orders, Patri simply ordering a vodka and coke, the two of you agreeing to share the tapas.

“Did you not fancy sex on the beach?”

“Maybe later.”

Patri had definitely had a few drinks throughout the day and was edging being tipsy. With that came the wandering hands and frequent displays of affection, as she leading to Patri leaning down to place a kiss on your exposed collarbone. In keeping professional, you shared the occasional hug but you never really shared any displays in front of your teammates.

“You know I think I’ve seen you kiss more times today than the like two years you’ve been together.” Claudia commented as the two of you had another kiss. “Is this why we never go round to your place because you just can’t keep your hands off each other?”

“You wouldn’t be able to either if you had a girlfriend like this.” You commented, also getting a bit tipsy and confident.

“And to think neither of you were going to make a move.” Leila added. “You were both so obvious yet so oblivious at the same time. Now you’re here practically eye-fucking each other.”

“They’re just in love.” Pina teased. “As much as it is weird I do love seeing the both of you so free and happy.”

“Thank you.”

“What’s the plan for after the Euro’s then?” Leila asked.

“We’re spending a few weeks with my family and then Patri’s.” You answered. “A few more weeks in the sun before we get back to business.”

“Got any more tattoos booked in?” That question was obviously directed to Patri, that was one place where you were almost complete opposites. Patri had the love of tattoos whereas you had an extreme phobia of needles.

“Yeah I’ve got one planned here.” Patri pointed to her forearm but in doing so revealed something else.

“Wait what’s that?” Claudia gripped her arm stopping it from moving and pointing to the little words on her wrist.

“Oh yeah I got that last week.”

“What does it say?” Leila and Claudia were currently trying to contort their faces to read the writing upside down before literally getting out of their seat to read it. “’Love you always (Your Initial)’.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the mention of the new addition to her wrist, she had surprised you with it last week, the words permanently now on her skin in your handwriting.

“I think I’m about to be sick.” Claudia faked a gag. “Where has my tough friend gone?”

“She fell in love.” Patri pressed her lips onto yours. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, even if I won’t get it tattooed on my skin.”

“Y/N just has to wait for the wedding ring to have something permanent.” Leila commented but the food came before you could reply to her.

You could feel the stress of your friends on you but you couldn’t care less right now as you just soaked in the holiday atmosphere, feeding each other the odd piece of food whilst continuing to graze each other’s hands. Everything was perfect as Patri leaned over to whisper in your ear.

“You know I think I prefer the smaller one right now.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, it’s definitely giving me a better view right now.”

“Patri!”

@patriguijarro: Found a summer fling and now she won't leave me alone

Comments:

@claudiapina: You two are disgusting

@y/n: @claudiapina you love us really x

@y/n: my love forever, so thankful for you x

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Like a Weighted Blanket - Patri Guijarro x Reader

Summary: Falling asleep before dinner isn't ideal, especially when you forget about dinner and your teammates have to come and get you and Patri.

Training wasn’t usually so exhausting, but the flight to the away game was choppy thanks to turbulence, and you already hadn’t slept prior to the flight. Aitana had left the room to hang out with the others before dinner, leaving you laying on your bed, staring up at the ceiling with the intention of having a nap.

A knock at the door had you stirring from your staring contest with the popcorn-lacking ceiling, getting up with a frown that soon faded into a soft smile as Patri slipped into the room. Her grin turned into a yawn as you both realised that exhaustion was washing over the midfielder, just like it was washing over you.

Patri’s arms remained around your waist as she nuzzled into you, your arms around her as you shuffled back, eventually flopping onto the bed with Patri on top of you.

“Stay… you’re warm, and I like you on top of me- not like that… not in this instance anyway, it just feels like a weighted blanket.” You explained, holding Patri so she would continue to lay on you. Her head rested on your chest, arms around you as you held her, legs entwined together.

Neither of you realised how easy it was to fall asleep when curled up with each other in that moment, compared to sitting on the bumpy plane, where you were between a chatty Jenni and a grumpy Mapi (because nobody would switch seats so she could sit with Ingrid). Patri had been sat between Clàudia and Mariona, both of which she ended up talking to instead of sleeping.

Time ticked forwards and dinner approached, your teammates all gathering until Aitana realised you were probably still napping, and Clàudia had assumed Patri was in their shared hotel room, the two announcing they’d be back shortly to go get you both.

You didn’t hear the hotel room door opening, or Aitana’s gasp as she froze in the doorway, her hand forgotten on the door handle as her eyes focussed on Patri asleep on top of a sleeping you, content with the world.

“Patri-” Clàudia frowned, looking around the hotel room she was sharing with Patri being empty.

“is here.” Aitana completed the sentence, feeling Clàudia walk up behind her and look over her shoulder at the scene on your bed in your and Aitana’s hotel room.

“Do we wake them up?”

“They look peaceful.”

“Girls. Dinner-” Irene’s voice left Aitana and Clàudia jumping slightly, the door slamming open against the door twice until Irene reached over and caught it before the third, her eyes lingering on you and Patri as the noise echoed around the room.

Irene didn’t even blink at the scene, watching as you and Patri jumped awake, Patri slipping off the bed as you sat up on your elbows, getting up hurriedly as you realised you were being stared at.

“Uh-”

“Dinner.” Irene’s statement was softer than you expected as she waited for you to move, Patri scrambling off the floor towards the door as you followed her out of the room. Tugging your hoodie on as you stepped into the corridor, you ignored Aitana’s gaze on you, because Patri was staring straight ahead, avoiding Clàudia looking at her, while her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“What took you so long?”

“Ha, neither of them were showering, pay up-”

Irene said nothing as she returned to her seat, but with you and Patri ignoring everyone in favour of going over to get your plates, it left the team to turn to the only ones who may say something. Aitana and Clàudia.

The two had barely sat down when Jenni and Mapi began to make their enquiries about what had happened, Irene not speaking as she continued her dinner.

“What happened?”

“Why did you take so long?”

“What were they doing?”

“Were they together?”

Clàudia stole a glance at Patri, who stared down at her plate, whilst Aitana met your eyes for a moment as you sipped your drink, ignoring the curious gazes to the best of your ability as you accidentally met Alexia’s inquisitive eye before you looked down at your plate again. Not daring to risk a glance at Patri, but you could feel the fire in your face travelling up your neck and in your ears too.

It took Irene telling Jenni and Mapi off for them to fall silent for all of one minute, immediately questioning Clàudia and Aitana again. The two were getting closer to breaking, but they had to tread carefully, Irene’s eye contact with them both said that, especially with how awkward you and Patri had become.

“Were they fuc-”

A high pitched squeak cut off Mapi’s question as many flinched, the source of the noise being Patri’s cutlery scraping against the plate, her face burning an even darker red at her sacrifice, directing the attention onto her as she continued to eat like nothing had happened.

“Were they?” Mapi asked again, not getting an answer though as Clàudia and Aitana glanced at each other instead.

“Aw! So boring!” Jenni complained, a fake pout on her lips as she tried and failed to get a reaction, watching carefully as you rolled your eyes, sipping your drink as Patri reached for hers.

Dinner ended with no answers, and whilst Mapi and Jenni tried to traverse the post-dinner chaos to find out what had happened, you and Patri said nothing, sticking close to your hotel roommates as Mariona suggested a team bonding night, the options being watching a film or games.

Aitana carefully took your wrist as everyone funnelled out of dinner, waiting at you to say something.

“Por favor.” You whispered, looking desperately to your roommate to say nothing to the others of what she saw, knowing that Patri had said something to Clàudia too. You trusted Irene to say nothing, especially after she saw the panicked reaction of Patri falling off the bed and the fear in your eyes.

You all ended up piling into another shared teammate hotel room, taking spots all over the room, Patri sitting with Clàudia whilst you sat on the floor in front of Aitana, resting your head on her knees as she took her spot on whoever’s bed it was.

Zoning out during the movie, you focussed on staying awake, and trying to not glance over at Patri as much as you knew you were, especially during the slower or quieter movie scenes where your eyes would wander from the screen.

Aitana’s fingers ran over your scalp slightly as boredom set in, leaning into her hand slightly before you heard a thump, looking over to see that Patri dropped her phone on the floor. You hid your smirk behind your hand as Patri reached over to pick it up, sneakily sending her a wink when you thought nobody was watching, then smirking more as Patri’s eyes widened and her cheeks flushed.

The movie began to pick up again, but you were bored and missed cuddling with Patri, even if Aitana did give good scalp massages too.

Lucky for you, and Patri who was currently gripping her phone rather tightly watching you sat with Aitana, the movie ended and the tv was turned off. Several teammates checking the time left to sighs echoing through the room as everyone debated what to watch next.

“Let’s play some games?”

“I have uno?”

“Truth or dare!”

Everyone began to move around, with Mariona looking for the uno cards, leaving you to glance at Patri before gesturing with your eyes towards the door, tapping your roommate on the knee to suggest the same to her.

It took a lot of sneaking and pretending to be looking for a box of dominos for the four of you to end up in the corridor, Patri having brought Clàudia into the plan as you all headed towards your rooms.

A door opening left you all freezing in place, not daring to move for a moment, until you forced one specific word out of your mouth in a desperate whisper-shout, “run!”

The four of you ran, Aitana scrambling for the key card for your room, whilst Clàudia dealt with the other, barely able to speak at each other as the doors were thrown open and you threw yourselves inside your respective rooms.

Aitana shut the door hurriedly, locking it before she rested her back against the wall, laughing as she spotted you’d landed where Patri had landed before when falling off the bed during the nap.

“Did that really just happen? Did anyone see us running down the hallway like we’re being chased?” You asked before starting to laugh, your phone buzzing as Patri texted you.

You could hear Clàudia and Patri from across the hallway in their room, the laughter was loud until the four of you heard footsteps outside the doors, hushing each other and hurrying to get ready for bed (an excuse to miss out on truth or dare).

Irene rolled her eyes as she walked down the corridor, heading towards her room to go fetch a phone charger, having watched the four of you sprint like you were on the football pitch, not in a hotel corridor. She wasn’t going to say anything, but you and Patri needed to be more subtle, the stolen glances during the movie not missed by her, or some of your other teammates…

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“Going soft on us?”

Patri Guijarro x reader

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Summary: a soft peaceful day of you and patri admiring each other during a team bonding day at the pool. Pure fluff

Very open to any feedback or requests! Really just going for this whole writing thing without putting any extra thought into it at this point lol

On the surface, you and Patri seemed like an unlikely pairing. To those who didn’t know you as a couple, they likely wouldn’t understand how you had been together for so long. You weren’t a footballer; you worked a much more typical job that kept you far from the spotlight, which you preferred. Typically you would enjoy a night in to just relax and decompress, sometimes with a book, sometimes with something else to keep you busy. Patri on the other hand was known to be much more social, loud, and always down for a night out. She spent a significant amount of time with her friends and enjoyed letting loose when the time was right. You both were willing to compromise your preferences at times to spend more time together, in whatever way felt right to you both. Sometimes she’d be willing to miss a night out with Claudia and the team, preferring a night of cuddles and movies with you. Other times, you were more than happy to step out of your comfort zone and have fun with her enjoying her friends. You both were comfortable enough in your relationship to do things separately when you needed to and still know that you would be back sleeping in each other’s arms at the end of the night.

No matter how much others didn’t quite understand how you made it work, you were absolutely perfect for each other. You kept her grounded when she needed it, providing some sense of normalcy in her otherwise hectic life. Patri was a huge blessing in your life, preventing you from getting stuck in the comfort zone of your house, letting life pass you by. The two of you supported each other endlessly and connected on a much deeper level. You complimented each other perfectly in every way. All of your friends could see it clearly. When you were with Patri, the world just felt right. Everything just worked. No matter how far outside of your comfort zone either of you were, if you were together, you were at home and you were happy. 

This afternoon the two of you had gone to a team bonding day at the pool. You had become pretty familiar with most of the team, especially the ones she was closest with. Claudia, Mapi, Ingrid, and Alexia had become some of your closest friends as well. You and Ingrid had become especially close, sharing many interests between you. 

It was no surprise that you ended up laying on a chair by the pool, book in hand, with Ingrid close by, looking exactly the same. Both of you were having a nice afternoon, catching up on each other’s lives, working on your tans, and relaxing. Equally unsurprisingly, Patri was in the pool, messing around with her friends. This was how days like this often went- both of you together while still doing the things you each preferred. Days like this were part of how you and Ingrid had become such great friends. The two of you could often sit back and relax and watch your girlfriends let out their energy in whatever chaotic way that had chosen that day. 

When you go to the end of your current chapter in your book, you decided it was time for a break and set it down next to you. While grabbing a sip of your drink, you looked around, trying to see what your girlfriend was up to. When your eyes found her, you saw her and Lucy trying to wrestle each other underwater. Mapi and Pina were nearby, simultaneously cheering them on and chugging their drinks. 

You shook your head and smiled watching them. You loved seeing Patri when she was able to let loose and have fun with her friends. Given the pressure she faced from her job, you knew how important this time was for her. You had no idea how long you’d been staring at her, your heart eyes on full display, until Ona sat down on the other side of you, giving you a playful nudge to your shoulder as she walked past. “Careful there, you might start drooling soon if you keep that up,” she gave you a knowing smile, likely feeling the same watching her own girlfriend playing in the pool with yours. 

Ingrid had noticed Ona sit down and also sat up to join your conversation. “Sometimes I wonder how we put up with them,” she said, taking a sip of her drink with a small shake of her head. The three of you all looked back to your girlfriends, pleasantly surprised nobody had gotten hurt at all yet. Ona nodded and agreed, but you still could hardly tear your eyes away from your girl. 

“I don’t,” you said, somewhat out of the blue now that you had all been sitting watching for so long. The two other girls looked over at you in confusion, “You said you wonder how we put up with them,” you clarified, going on, “I don’t. I love their energy. At times like this, I love watching her just loving her life. Sometimes I wish I could be more like Patri in that way.” You continued to stare at her with adoration in your eyes, fully ignoring Ingrid and Ona next to you. You knew those two were just as bad as you and therefore wouldn’t start teasing you for how in love you clearly were. It was true, you greatly admired her in almost every way. To you, it was like she had hung the stars, and you were there to happily watch. You didn’t even realize Ingrid and Ona had continued the conversation as you continued to peacefully watch your girlfriend. 

Eventually, you noticed that the girls in the pool had just given up on whatever game they were playing, as Patri looked up at you from across the pool, instantly locking eyes. You had been smiling at her already, now caught in your stare, but it quickly became her turn. She gave you a small smile, looking over at how beautiful you looked, laying in the sun. Her soft smile grew into a full on toothy grin as you continued to just gaze at each other in adoration, somehow sharing this small moment across the crowded pool. Your moment only ended when Claudia teasingly pushed her over, catching her off guard, and shoving her quickly under water. You shook your head again, laughing at their antics, and went back to your book, laying back on your chair. 

While you were reading, you didn’t notice how often Patri was making the same heart eyes back at you as you had been making earlier. Her friends were constantly making fun of her everytime they caught her, but she didn’t care. She was so enthralled by the way you looked so peaceful yet so perfect. Patri always knew she wasn’t good at just relaxing and she always admired the way you could. You were able to provide yourself exactly the rest you knew you needed, always trying to convince Patri to do the same. She appreciated that about you, and wished she was more like you. 

As Lucy went to go refill everyone’s drinks, Patri took advantage of the short break to go check in with you. When she got over to you, you had drifted off to a peaceful sleep. She squeezed onto the side of your chair, laying next to you, and gently placing her head to rest on your shoulder. You stirred slightly as she intertwined your fingers. You gave her hand a light squeeze to let her know you were at least somewhat awake, but remained lying peacefully next to her, just enjoying each other’s presence. 

Alexia walked by the two of you, giving Patri a soft smile, “going soft on us Pats?” Patri knew she was teasing but the way she had said it was much softer than when her other friends did. She knew that the comment came from a place of love for the two of you and for what your relationship had become. Alexia had watched your relationship grow from the very beginning and knew how in love you both were. Patri looked up at her with a smile of her own and gave her a small nod, careful not to wake you up. She knew Alexia was right. She had gone soft, but only for you. And she was glad she had, for her life was significantly better with you in it.

Once Alexia had walked away, and the others had dispersed more, she pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, while whispering into your skin, "I love you, mi amor.” You gave her hand another tight squeeze, your silent way of returning the sentiment, while she slowly joined you in drifting off to a comfortable sleep together. 

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Terrified (Patri Guijarro x reader)

Warnings: a few swear words here and there, a little angsty

Description: reader is terrified of losing themselves if they fall too hard for Patri. Patri is convinced reader is going to break up with her.

Notes: it’s been a while since I uploaded so sorry for that, I’ve got a couple of requested fics almost finished, most specifically an Athenea one that was requested weeks ago, that should be out hopefully either over the weekend or early next week.

Word count: 2217

Your relationship with Patri was slow moving. The two of you had decided to keep it that way because everything had started so quickly between you. You had gone from being good friends, to all of a sudden spending all your time together. Neither of you were particularly ready for a serious relationship, so you had mutually agreed to keep things light hearted and easy, both for your sakes and the sakes of your teammates, who would have to suffer the awkwardness if it didn’t work out between the two of you.

You were about 2 months in now and as far as you were concerned, everything was absolutely fine as it was. You would often hang out at her apartment, which she shared with Claudia Pina, it was closest to the Barca training facility, as well as being closer to some of the better bars and restaurants in Barcelona, so it just made sense. Patri had suggested several times that the two of you should go to your place, maybe you could cook for her? Or you could have a movie night just the two of you? But every time you had quickly formed an excuse to just use her apartment instead.

You couldn’t explain why, but the thought of her coming over to your place made a chill move up your spine, like it was the last thing you had left of your independence. Your parents had raised you to be extremely independent, your mother even admits that maybe they had made you too much so. You enjoyed having your own space, having alone time. Patri knew this of course, everyone who knew you, knew how fiercely independent you were, but she didn’t understand why you wouldn’t invite her to your home.

The two of you had been tiptoeing around her apartment, trying to find moments where you could be intimate without disturbing her roommate for weeks now. This didn’t mean that you hadn’t ever found a moment, but it did mean that there was always the threat of getting caught, or having to keep the volume down, and of course having to deal with the teasing from her roommate when she had managed to hear a little too much from Patri’s bedroom.

She had begun to question whether you actually wanted to be with her still, though had quickly shut down the thoughts, because other than the lack of invite to your apartment, there was nothing else that suggested that you weren’t still into her. But the thought continued to niggle at the back of her mind none the less.

The truth is you were just terrified of how fast you were seriously falling for the Majorcan girl. You were terrified that if you allowed her into your space you would fall so far that you might lose yourself and your independence.

She had been pushing you a little harder the last few days, suggesting more and more often that the two of you should go to your place instead of hers. You were beginning to run out of excuses, or maybe she was getting better and better at suggesting it in ways that gave you little room to make one. Either way, she was persistent and you knew something would have to give sooner or later.

——

You were currently in the club locker room, changing into some cooler training gear as the day was warmer than you had expected, when you feel a pair of arms wind themselves around you waist from behind.

“Buenos días”, Patri quietly says into your ear, placing a kiss on your neck just below it. You can’t help the smile that forms over your face at her affection as you continue to sort through your training gear trying to find the top you were looking for, “I was thinking I could maybe come round to yours tonight?”, she suggested, instantly making the smile on your face drop and your body tense as your mind immediately raced for yet another excuse as to why she couldn’t, “you keep saying you’re going to make me your famous pasta”, you stop her from continuing any further by pulling out of her arms and busing yourself by pulling your training top over your head.

“Um, yeah maybe”, you said as your mind raced for an excuse. Patri could tell you were trying to form one, but didn’t say anything, instead just watching as you avoided looking her in the eye as you turned her down for the umpteenth time, “I might-“, you start but are cut off yourself as the door to the dressing room is thrown open.

“Vamos girls”, Irene calls, gesturing for everyone in there to get out to the pitch. You quickly grab your boots and run out the door after her, not giving Patri a chance to say anything further. Her shoulders deflated slightly as she watched you basically run away from her, and she sighed before grabbing her own boots and following behind with everyone else.

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Training had just finished for the day and and you had made your way back to collect your things as quickly as possible. You had noticed that Patri was talking with a few of the coaches and Alexia, so hoped you could slip away without her seeing, that way you could avoid the disappointment on her face as you hit her with your pathetic excuse to why she wouldn’t be able to go to your place that night.

Of course you had no such luck though, because as you gathered your stuff, she made her way back into the locker room and to her locker, which just so happened to be right next to yours. She didn’t say anything to you however, instead engaging in conversation with Aitana, who’s locker was also right by yours. You assumed maybe she had forgotten your earlier conversation, and took the opportunity to try and leave without her noticing.

But again, no such luck. You had barely made it out of the door before Patri was racing out after you, grabbing your arm and pulling you to a stop. Having only managed to remove one of her boots, she now stood in front of you hopping around as she pulled the other off.

“I thought I was coming round to your place tonight?”, she asked as she caught her balance and gestured around with the shoe she now held in her hand.

“Oh right yeah um…”, you started, trying to sound as casual as possible, “I actually had something come up”, you paused, hand rubbing the back of your neck. Her shoulders slumped and your heart broke at the sadness that now settled in her eyes, “a photoshoot, I forgot we had plans”, you lied, god you hate yourself sometimes, “I mean, I didn’t totally forget, I just, I thought I could do the shoot then maybe come round to yours after instead?”, you suggested.

“Oh, right, yeah, okay”, she gestured around again with the shoe, fiddling with it as a distraction, “sorry I shouldn’t have assumed, I guess we didn’t really properly agree to it earlier”.

“It’s fine, it um, it shouldn’t take too long so…yeah…”, you trailed off, she wouldn’t look at you now, instead finding her shoe far more fascinating, “I can pick up the ingredients to the pasta on the way over if you want?”

“No it’s fine, I’ll get something with Claudia on the way home”, she mumbled in reply to your suggestion.

“Okay well, I’ll see you later?”.

“Yeah, see you”, she said and turned back, disappearing through the door you had both emerged from not too long before.

You watched the door for a second before heading out to your car and driving home. Once there you sat for a while, wondering how long you should leave it until you headed over to Patri’s apartment.

Yours was deathly silent, normally you would have music playing as background noise, but right now you could hear a pin drop. You hated how empty it felt. Why couldn’t you just open yourself up to her? What was wrong with you? What had happened that had made it so difficult for you to open yourself up to someone? Nothing, nothing had happened, that’s just how you were and you decided right then, that you were going to change that.

Throwing on a jacket, you grabbed your keys before practically running out to your car and driving over to Patri’s apartment. You knew the code to the building and sprinted up the stairs as quickly as possible, then knocked on the door as soon as you arrived, not hesitating.

“That was a quick photoshoot”, Patri deadpanned as she opened the door.

“Yeah um”, you mumbled, all you’re nerves hitting you at once now you stood in front of her. Your hand rubbed at the base of your neck again, a nervous habit, “it was, I didn’t, ah fuck, I lied I didn’t actually have a shoot”, you finally admitted after stuttering over what to say.

“Yeah no shit”.

“Look I-“, you start but are quickly cut off.

“If you’re going to break up with me just get on with it will you”, she said, her voice sharp as a knife. Of course it was at this moment that one of her neighbours had chosen to leave their apartment. The three of you made awkward eye contact before they scurried away.

“I don’t want to break up with you”, you stated, “please can I just come in so I can explain myself without all of your neighbours listening?”, you begged her.

She didn’t say anything, but opened the door wider to allow you in.

“Where Claudia?”, you questioned when you didn’t see or hear the younger girl anywhere.

“Out”, Patri said, her replies were short, she was done with your shit.

“I’m sorry okay?”, you started, Patri’s eyebrow barely twitched at your bathetic excuse for an apology, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me”, you continued, hands flying as you started to pace and attempted to explain everything to her, “I really like you, but every time you suggest coming over to mine, I get this weird feeling like you’re going to turn my whole life upside down and leave me ruined”, you explained, “but today, I don’t know, I just felt so guilty and I went home and it just felt so empty and quiet, and all I could imagine was that if you were there it wouldn’t be like that”, you stopped your pacing and took a step closer to Patri, “I’m so sorry, I’ve just been so scared and I know we said we would take things slow but I think I might actually be falling in love with you and that is so fucking terrifying”, you stop suddenly, realising what you had said.

After a long silence Patri finally speaks up, and you release a breath you hadn’t realised you had been holding, “you’re such an idiot”, she says.

“What?”, you’re taken aback a little by her statement.

“What? Do you think I’ve been trying to invite myself around to your place so I can disrupt your life and then dump you?”, she questions, laughing to herself a little, “believe it or not but I actually really like you too”, she says, “I’ve been falling for you since the moment you said yes to being my girlfriend”, she steps closer to you, placing her hands on either side of your face.

“So”, you clear you throat, “do you maybe want to come round to mine tonight?”, you finally ask her.

“I thought you’d never ask”, she smiled, then closed the ever diminishing gap between your lips.

Your hands gripped her waist as tight as possible, like you were afraid she might slip away, as your lips moved together in sink. You tilted you head to the side slightly, allowing better access as her tongue slid over your bottom lip. Your fingers teased at the hem of her T-shirt, lifting it ever so slightly so your fingertips came into contact with bare skin.

Suddenly, the door behind you swung open violently, “you owe me ten-“, Claudia cuts herself off as yourself and Patri jump away from each other, “please don’t have sex in the kitchen again”, the younger player whined, dropping the bags of food to the floor.

“That was one time and we didn’t even-“, your girlfriend started to explain.

“I don’t need the details”, Claudia held her hand up to stop her roommate from explaining any further, “I take it you made up then?”.

“Yeah we were actually going to head over to y/n’s place for the night”, Patri trailed off, glancing at the bags of food in the floor, “sorry…”.

“You still owe me 10€”, Claudia deadpanned, picking up the bags and taking them to the kitchen, “have fun!”, she called as the two of you made your way out of the door she had just entered through.

“I’ll give you an extra five if you can bring my training kit in tomorrow?”, Patri asks as she leans back through the doorway briefly.

“Fine”, her roommate agrees, before you pull her down the corridor and out to your car.

What on earth had you been so worried about?

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There Will Always Be A Future (Patri Guijarro x Reader)

I am so sorry I missed yesrerday . I am hoping to have two fics tomorrow for you but no promises. I also am hoping to have a christmas treat for you on the main day! P.S this is part 2 of Past, Present and Future?

Alexia could only watch as Patri ran out of your room, her calls of the woman’s name falling on death ears. After the younger midfielder was out of sight she set her eyes on your now closed door, pushing it open to find your blank stare on the celling. She looked at your mother, Eli sharing the knowing look with her eldest daughter before letting her know they would be getting a drink and waiting back in the waiting room.

Alexia took a deep breath before setting herself and heading towards your prone figure. “Why has your girlfriend just run out of here.” Her tone was a mixture of confused and slightly accusatory. Alexia knew you very well of course she did, she had grown up helping you and teaching you and she knew you tended to close in on yourself in times of struggle. You always told her you were cold and indifferent, something she had been trying for so long to get you to realise you weren’t. Patri had helped, she had started to make you see that even if you think some of those things about yourself it doesn’t change or take away from the amazing person you were. The cold was never true to anyone but yourself and the indifference was something that didn’t matter to her. Did it hurt sometimes, yes for sure, but it wasn’t something that came close to how she felt about you.

So when you replied and your tone was so monotone Alexia knew you had fucked up. “I told her to get out. That I was done.” You didn’t even glance at your sister, you didn’t need to. You knew the face she was pulling right now it was the face you got every time you didn’t let your actual emotions show, it was the face you got when you put this front up.

“Done with her or done with football.” That should have got a reaction out of you, you know it should have but right now your brain was far from on your girlfriend and her feelings. No right now all you could think about was the fact that you will probably never play the game you have spent dedicating your whole life to. You would never do what Alexia has done and made your dad proud.

A couple days later you found yourself slumped on your mothers sofa, the same place you had been since you had been released from the hospital a day prior. You had had your time to process and sort through your thoughts and feelings around what had happened and you had decided that until you worked your ass off and still could play you were giving up. You weren’t a quitter and you would do everything under the sun to play again.

The next thing you had to do was sort the current issue of that fact that you hadn’t seen or heard from your girlfriend since you told her to get out. That was mostly your fault being as you hadn’t even tried to get into contact with her but you were scared. You knew you had messed up and you knew your girlfriend was more emotional that you and you still didn’t reach out. You didn’t let her know you didn’t mean your relationship was done just possibly your career.

So when you did try and phone her you weren’t surprised that it went to voicemail after a couple of rings. Next you tried Pina, surely your girlfriend was with her. When that one also got sent to voicemail after a few rings you knew it was deliberate. You did deserve it.

Deciding you needed to do something, the woman deserved you to do something, you shouted for Alexia to get her car keys. If she wouldn’t answer her phone you would go show her you were fighting, you were not going to let your indifference to the situation cloud her feelings about it.

When Alexia pulled the car up outside your apartment you felt some nerves rise. You swallowed the lump that had started to make its way up your throat and opened the door. After slowly getting yourself out the car and onto your crutches you told Alexia to stay put. You weren’t sure the woman would even want to see you.

You made your way up to the door, the keys in your pocket were burning a hole. You didn’t feel right using them so you rang the doorbell and waited. You were just about to give up and head back to Alexia when you heard shuffling on the other side of the door.

The door opened in front of you and you dint come face to face with your girlfriend, no you were in fact looking at her younger best friend and Pina was very much not happy to see you.

“You’ve got a minute to tell me why I shouldn’t push you over.” In any other situation you would have laughed at the young woman, she would take any opportunity to get one over you.

“I know I was wrong, I know I hurt her and I hate myself for it. My coping mechanisms have been like this for as long as I can remember and I know that isn’t an excuse and I’m not using it as one. I just want you to know that I love her and I never meant to hurt her.” Pina stood and looked at you, you were trying not to look as uncomfortable as you felt, not just because your leg was throbbing after being stood up for the longest time. You were also uncomfortable with being this slightly more open with someone that wasn’t your sister or your love, you didn’t do this, you were normally more reserved and indifferent.

When Pina stepped to the side you were quick to hop in. She told you that you had 5 minutes before she came and checked that everything was okay and she made you promise that if Patri really didn’t want to talk you, you would leave. A term you agreed to instantly.

When you got into the living room you saw her sat on the sofa, her back to you. You stopped and composed yourself for a second, thinking about what you planned on saying. You didn’t get to start because she spoke up before you could. “What do you want? Come to tell me to leave my home too?” You could hear the hurt in her tone.

“Oh amor I’m sorry, I should never have been like that with you. I don’t do well with expressing how I’m feeling and because I’m used to doing it all on my own I panicked. You were there and you were all I wanted in my head and that shocked me which in turn scared me. I can’t put that on you, I can’t expect you to help and be there and deal with me and the way I act, because no matter what I’m always going to be a bit like that. Indifference is just how I cope with life and I know you know that and I know you don’t mind and that you always tell me its okay because you are with me. I am with you and its one of the things that makes me the most happy in this world, I’m sorry that I acted the way I did and I’m sorry that I let my coping mechanism cloud my actions. I’m sorry I hurt you mi amor.” You think that is the longest you had ever spoke none stop, you were normally a reserved speaker and didn’t really say more than a few sentences at a time.

You didn’t get closer to the woman, you wanted to give her the space and time to think about what you had just said. After a few minutes you heard Pina’s footsteps and were prepared to head back out the house you didn’t know if you would call home again.

“I’ve never been so shocked by something you’ve said. I’ve grown with you for the last 3 years and through that we have navigated all the ups and downs that have come with our differences in approaching life and feelings. You have learnt to be a bit more expressive and I’ve learnt to not get hurt when my emotions take over and you don’t know what to do. We have learnt so much and I know there is always learning to do, I just wasn’t prepared for this coldness.” When Patri didn’t turn around when she finished speaking you went to go to her, a hand on your shoulder stopped you briefly.

When you looked back Pina was giving you and unsure look, you knew she just wanted to protect her best friend so you gave her a small smile in hopes that it would reassure her that you were not going to hurt the woman again. When she let go with a squeeze of your shoulder and turned to head back to give you some space you knew you would be okay.

You hopped round to face the woman you loved, propping your crutches on the sofa next to her was what snapped her out of her staring contest with her hands. “What are you doing. You’re going to fall and hurt yourself.” She was on her feet and grabbing your hips before you could reach down for her hands like you had intended.

Steadying yourself with your hands on her shoulders you took a deep breath and looked into the eyes you loved. “Pats I’m so sorry. I should have never told you to go. I was so alone after that and it was all my fault, I don’t know how else to apologise other than tell you I’m an idiot. But I’m an idiot that is wholly in love with you and doesn’t want her stupid reaction to trauma to be a cause of the end.”

The smile that was threatening to pull at Patri’s lips was the sign to you that everything was going to be okay, what was sign even more was when her arms moved to snake around your hips. “You are what I want, silly reactions to trauma and all.” When Patri leaned in you were not going to deny her a kiss, you weren’t going to deny yourself one after a few days of missing her touch. After a few moments of sorry’s and soft kisses you pulled back.

“Right Alexia will kill me if I make her wait outside for much longer so I better head out.” The sad look on your lovers face was not what you expected.

“Your not staying?” Oh you really needed to make this up to the woman, the abandonment issues she had worked so hard to get over were now slightly showing again and that’s your fault.

“If you’ll have me of course I’m staying, I might have brought my stuff in the car just incase.” The lopsided smile only your love got to see was out in full force. When Patri rolled her eyes slightly at you, you knew all was definitely okay.

Patri turned her back to you after making sure you were steady standing on one leg, “Hop on, let’s go get your stuff.” You let out a small laugh.

“I have crutches I can use them and not hurt you.” What Patri did next had you laughing more than you thought you would, she kicked the crutches that were resting within reach over so that neither of you could reach without Patri moving. “You goof.”

“Well your goof wants dinner so you better hop on so we can send your sister and my best friend home.” Doing as you were told and trusting her was the best thing you ever did, not just today.

You woke up the next morning with your love snuggled into you, her head was pressed into your neck and her breathing was still even. Taking your time to cherished the moment of finally being back with her, you were now very sure that the small ring box in your sock draw was the best Christmas present you would ever give.

The thought of waking up like this every day for the rest of your life brought you such joy that you had to check and make sure the woman laying on you didn’t get woken up by the beating of your heart. When you came face to face with her peaceful feature you were lulled back into the peaceful moment.

You didn’t know what else life would throw at you, and you still didn’t know if you would ever play the sport you loved again but none of that matter in this moment. Right now on this perfect Christmas Eve, all that mattered was that you had the woman you loved in your arms and the chance at a life of loving her.

[femininefutbol]

pink beanie girl

transferred/modified from my wattpad

prompt: you are secretly dating patri guijarro and her teammates try to set you up with her

word count: 2.8k

-

"Do you guys think pink beanie girl is going to be at the game again?" Mapi questions as the Barcelona squad get ready for their game against Atletico Madrid.

"She has been to every game this season, it would be more shocking if she wasn't here" Leila replies, a few others agree around the room.

"What are you guys talking about?" Patri asks as she makes her way into the locker room.

"Pink beanie girl who comes to all our games, you think she's gonna be here today?" Mapi repeats the question.

"Ohhh (Y/N), yeah she probably will be, she's a pretty dedicated supporter" Patri answers, a small smile forming on her face at the mention of you, her girlfriend.

"Oooo how well do you know pink beanie girl, first name basis seems a bit serious" Mariona teases Patri.

"I've spoken to her after a few games is all" Patri informs the team defensively.

"Everyone leave Patri alone, if she secretly wants to hook up with pink beanie girl that is her business not ours" Alexia joins in the teasing.

"Guys I'm not hooking up with her, I barely know her, I seriously just talk to her sometimes after games" Patri nervously lies to the team.

"We're just joking Patri, we know she's way out of your league anyway" Mapi laughs at her own joke happily while walking away to begin lining up.

"Hey! She is not out of my league!" Patri calls back offended.

-

"You did incredible babe" you smile brightly at your girlfriend.

"Baby, I played for 25 minutes and barely had any touches on the ball" Patri explains to you as you really don’t know a thing about football.

"Well my eyes were stuck on number 12 all night and I think you did amazing so who cares what anyone else says" you reply with a sweet tone, you are being completely honest too, you don't particularly care for football so you definitely did spend the entire night eyeing off your girlfriend.

"I kind of need to care what others say so I can improve but I guess none of that is as important as your analysis of the game hey?" Patri asks jokingly.

"Nope you should only listen to me from now on, I'll be the best coach you've ever had" you giggle wildly at your own joke, making Patri smile lovingly at the beautiful sound that is your laugh. 

"I'm not too sure of that, what do you even know about football?" Patri challenges.

"Well I walk around the house repeating that tik tok sound that's like 'Messi, Messi, Messi, goal goal goal!' So I would say I'm an expert" you stick your tongue out at her acting like you made a real point.

"Oh of course, so sorry, let's add you to the coaching hall of fame immediately" Patri bows.

"Really?"

"Yes really" Patri replies.

"No I meant are you really that lame" you finish your insult.

"Wow, I offer you a spot in the hall of fame and this is how you treat me" Patri acts offended.

"Oi Patri we have to go" Alexia calls, making patri realise she's probably spent way too much time after the game talking with you and that it's most likely going to lead to more teasing in the locker room.

"I'll see you at home baby" Patri whispers as she pulls you into a tight hug, waving at you while she walks away.

- 

"Everyone gather around I have important news" Alexia calls around the locker room, standing up on a chair to ensure that everyone is listening to her.

"Get on with it already!" Mapi calls, wanting to leave to go home for the night.

"I'd be nicer to me if I were you Mapi, you are going to love what I have to say" Alexia replies, purposely delaying telling the team her news.

"Fine, I'm sorry, please just tell us" Mapi lazily apologises, hoping it will hurry Alexia up.

"Apology accepted" Alexia smiles, "sooo I just caught our young Patri flirting with pink beanie girl!" Alexia yells towards the end of her sentence as an excited buzz is heard around the locker room.

"That is not true, I was not flirting with her" Patri argues back.

"Oh I absolutely think you were, while it was terrible flirting it was still flirting nonetheless" Alexia speaks sassily, embarrassing the young player more and more.

"Aww young Patri, you have so much to learn, don't worry I'll give you some flirting tips so you can get the girl" Mapi wraps her arm around Patri's shoulder.

"I do not want your help because I wasn't flirting" Patri mumbles, removing Mapi's arm from her shoulder and attempting to walk away.

"Yeah no don't trust Mapi's help, I will help you" Jenni butts in.

"I don't need anyone's help because I was not trying to flirt with her" Patri speaks loudly, picking up her bag, "bye everyone" she calls as she leaves the room making her way out of the stadium.

"So we are going to set her up with pink beanie girl right?" Mapi asks excitedly once she is sure patri is gone.

"Of course we are, it'll take a lot of work though, Patri's flirting was absolutely horrible, I'm surprised that girl still talks to her" Alexia answers.

"Well I guess when you are a fan it doesn't really matter how bad the flirting is you know" Jenni speaks, assuming that you were just excited to be able to speak to someone on the team.

-

"Baby" Patri calls as she walks into your shared apartment.

"Hey, I missed you" you reply as you run to Patri, barreling her into a hug.

"You saw me like an hour ago at the stadium" Patri laughs.

"I know but it was so long ago and I didn't see you all day soooo" you speak into Patri's chest as you continue to hug her

"Well aren't you cute" Patri replies, kissing the top of your head seeing as your face is still hiding, "also my teammates have started to notice and talk about you"

"Wait really, why?" you question.

"They have just noticed you in the crowd every game and then we're trying to predict today whether you'd be here or not, they asked me and I mentioned your name and they went crazy asking if i have a crush on you" Patri informs you.

"Well, do you?" you ask, looking up at your much taller girlfriend.

"Do i what?"

"Do you have a crush on me?" you ask in a 'duh' tone.

"Yeah I really do" Patri grins, "do you have a crush on me?"

"Hmm maybe, haven't decided yet" you reply in a serious tone.

"Hey!" Patri states offendedly.

"Kidding babe, I have a massive crush on you"

"Good" Patri cuddles you back into her chest.

-

"Hey! Pink beanie girl!" Mapi yells as she makes her way over to you after the Champions League game against HB Køge.

"Hi" you smile politely, not particularly expecting anyone to come speak to you besides Patri.

"You must be a pretty huge fan, coming all the way to Denmark just to see us play" Mapi smirks lightly.

"Yeah absolutely, it's always good to see you guys play" you avoid mentioning that the only reason you are here is to see your girlfriend.

“(Y/N), hey how are you doing?" Patri greets you in a rather friendly way so she doesn't raise the suspicions of her teammate.

"Patri! You played amazing congratulations" you respond, hugging Patri lightly but quickly letting go.

"I played for a whole half, so I'd say it's an improvement" both Patri and you laugh at the comment, leaving Mapi confused as it wasn't even funny.

"So when's my induction to the hall of fame happening?" you joke back.

"I'll set something up for the next home game"

"Sounds good Patri, I expect that you will be the one giving me the award" you giggle.

"Absolutely, as your number one success story I think it makes the most sense" Patri replies also giggling.

"Okay fun" Mapi interrupts the conversation, "Patri I think one of the coaches wants to talk to you so you should go do that" Mapi basically pushes Patri away so she can talk to you alone.

"Ahhh okay?" she replies confused, she hugs you once more, "bye (Y/N/N), see you next time" Patri says as she walks away.

"Soooo what's going on with you and patri?" Mapi asks instantly.

"What? Nothing is going on" you state defensively knowing you need to not raise any suspicions with your girlfriend's teammate.

"Well you greeted her and I completely differently, you guys are all giggly with inside jokes and she called you (Y/N/N) which means she knows you well enough that you have a nickname, so it must be something, do you have a crush on her?" Mapi asks excitedly, as she does, Alexia joins you, only hearing the end of the question.

"Aww pink beanie girl, do you have a crush on Patri?" Alexia asks, just as excited as Mapi is.

"No, I don't have a crush on her and does everyone at Barça know me as ‘pink beanie girl’?" you ask, changing the topic.

"Yeah none of us knew your name and you wear the same fluorescent pink beanie to every game, so we started calling you that. then Patri knew your name when we asked about you one time, so we definitely think she's into you if you change your mind about the crush thing, we can work something out" Alexia smiles brightly at you.

"I'm good, thank you, though it's a nice gesture. Anyway great game, lovely win, I'll see you guys at the next one" you reply, slowly backing away from the two players so you are no longer stuck in the conversation with them.

-

"Bad news Patri she is not into you" Mapi yells as she walks into the locker room from talking with you.

"That is not bad news seeing as I'm not into her either" Patri replies, "also the coaches thought I was crazy for asking them what they wanted to talk about so thanks"

"I needed to talk to pink beanie girl without you annoying us, not sorry" Mapi laughs, ruffling Patri's hair as she walks by her.

"Her name is (Y/N), why do you all insist on calling her pink beanie girl?" Patri defends you, probably a bit suspiciously.

"Calm down you, no need to get mad at us because (Y/N/N) doesn't like you" Mapi mocks, putting an emphasis on calling you your nickname.

"Did she say you could call her that?" Patri asks quickly, knowing that you only allow herself and family to call you by that nickname.

"No, but it's better than pink beanie girl right?" Mapi questions.

"No" Patri mumbles.

-

"Oh my god" Mapi quietly states as she hits Alexia's arm repeatedly.

"What?" Alexia asks, annoyed, swatting Mapi's hands away.

"Look at Patri" Mapi whispers.

"Oh my god"

“That's what I said!" Mapi whisper yells excitedly.

"Hello Patri" Alexia states suspiciously, as both her and Mapi make their way over to the young player.

"Hello Alexia, Mapi, why are you two being so weird?" Patri asks, confused.

"What do you have on your head?" Mapi dramatically questions.

"Umm" Patri feels the top of her head not knowing what the two are on about, she feels woollen material and realises that she grabbed your pink beanie this morning as she was cold. "A beanie" she replies in a chill tone, hoping it will get the two off her back.

"Not just any beanie, a fluorescent pink beanie" Mapi explains like it is obvious.

"Well I'm glad your eyes are working this morning Mapi, can I go now?" Patri asks, attempting to avoid the questioning of her teammates.

"No you can not" Alexia begins, "so you either know this (Y/N) girl in some way or you are a weirdo who bought the same beanie as her, which is it?"

"Okay okay... I know (Y/N)" Mapi and Alexia cheer at the response of their young teammate, "she is my friend" she finishes.

"Booo!" Mapi yells.

"Not true" Alexia counters, "you wouldn't be hiding her from us if you were just friends" she explains logically.

"Ughhh okay, she is my girlfriend" Patri gives in, finally giving the girls the information they want.

"Yessss!" Mapi cheers, happy that another of her teammates is gay, "you're a killer, she is so hot"

"Okay calm down Mapi" Patri chuckles lightly at how excited Mapi is.

"When can we meet her, properly, and not in a weird 'we want to set you up with our teammate even though you two are already together' way" Alexia asks.

"Umm I guess after our next game?" Patri replies, but it is more of a question than anything.

"Perfect I can't wait to embarrass you like you embarrassed us" Alexia happily responds.

"Also I have some questions" Mapi states, extremely seriously.

"Go ahead" Patri sighs.

"Firstly, why does she always wear that beanie to our games?"

"She started doing it so I could spot her easily in the crowd even though I'd be able to spot her without it" Patri answers honestly, happy that she can talk freely about the girl she is so in love with.

"Aww, that's so cute" Alexia states.

"Yeah yeah, next question, does she know anything about football?"

"No, she only comes to our games to support me" Patri answers.

"Aww, that's even cuter" Alexia buts in again.

"Hmm no wonder she didn't congratulate me on my incredible playing against HB Køge but she congratulated you, it makes sense now" Mapi speaks, obviously still caught up on the lack of praise given to her by the girl, "last one, how did you get someone like her to agree to date you?" Mapi laughs as Alexia hits her arm.

"She actually asked me out" Patri smiles, remembering the day, "I was at the beach and she accidentally hit me with a football. She was playing with her little brother, then I asked if I could join. We played together all day and she asked for my number, later she texted me annoyed that her younger brother had to inform her later that I was a professional player from there we went on a few dates and now we've been dating each other for a year and a half and have been living together for six months" Patri gives the girls a synopsis of your relationship.

"Aww that's the cutest" Alexia states.

"Okay well I'm excited to meet her" Mapi smiles, finally allowing Patri to leave and get ready for the training session.

-

"Should I be worried?" you ask as you and Patri make your way to the Barcelona locker room after their game against Huelva.

"Please don't be, Mapi and Alexia may be a bit overbearing but everyone is super nice so you have no reason to worry" Patri states lovingly, grabbing your hand and squeezing it lightly. 

"Hello you" Mapi states right as the two of you walk through the door.

"Hi again" you reply nervously.

"I have a bone to pick with you" Mapi points a finger in your face as she talks.

"That's enough of you" Patri swipes Mapi's hand away, pulling you further into the room with her.

"But she doesn't even care about football" Mapi whines, wanting to complain to you about how you congratulate Patri after games but not her.

"Sorry about her"

"No it's okay, I feel like if I was a football player I'd be disappointed about others not liking football either" you inform your girlfriend.

"It's never too late to try" Patri hints that she wants a practice partner and that you could be that.

"Remember what happened last time" you laugh thinking about the bruise that was left on Patri's head for weeks after the day they met at the beach.

"yeah i'll stick to playing with Romeo" Patri laughs back.

"Hey! come on my younger brother is not better than me" you pout.

"I'm sorry to tell you this love but he is" Patri sits down at her spot pulling you onto her lap.

"A five year old is better at football than me?" you ask sadly.

"Yeah, but it's okay because you are pretty" Patri kisses your cheek.

"Aww so so cute" Alexia squeals at the two of you.

"Thanks?" you turn to Patri confused.

"She's like that you'll get used to it" Patri informs you.

[magicfootballstuff]

Communication (patri guijarro x reader)

You first meet Patri at national camp.

She’s a couple of years older than you, already well established on the international stage as part of the talented Spanish side. Most significantly, she’s good friends with Pina from playing together at Barcelona. At that first national camp, you end up rooming with Pina, who you’ve known since you first played together in the under 17s, and when she introduces you to Patri on your first night, you’re suddenly friends with her too.

So it all starts because of Claudia, but soon you and Patri are hanging out just the two of you, and then texting each other outside of national camps when she returns to Barcelona and you to Atletico Madrid.

It starts getting flirty sometime between your second and third national camps. It’s a lot easier to flirt when the person you’re flirting with is five hundred kilometers away and on the other end of a text rather than in person. It’s only when you turn up to that third camp and see Patri again and realise that this is an actual person you’ve been flirting with, that you worry if you’ve overstepped a boundary.

It turns out that you haven’t. Patri makes sure that the boundary is completely torn down when she sneaks you into her room on the first night of camp while her roommate Alexia is out and kisses you senseless.

So that’s how it continues. You keep texting Patri during the club season, though your messages get a little more heated now you’ve added a physical aspect too. And then, every few weeks you reunite at national camp, where your week away is full of stolen kisses and clandestine hookups in secluded corners while all your teammates are occupied elsewhere.

Nobody knows it’s happening, not even Pina.

The biggest obstacle turns out not to be the pressure of keeping it a secret, or the confusing prospect of trying to figure out if there are deeper feelings or if it’s just a bit of fun, but the Spanish Federation. When that drama plays out and suddenly you and Patri no longer have those occasional national camps to look forward to, it’s a lot harder to keep the intermittent flirting going without the promise of sex on the horizon.

You talk vaguely about instead using your newfound free time during one of the international breaks to spend some time together without the usual risk of being caught at any moment by a Spanish teammate - maybe she can visit Madrid for a few days or you can travel to Barcelona. But inevitably other things come up instead and it never happens.

Before you know it, months have passed, you and Patri have drifted apart and the flirtatious texting stops too.

It is what it is.

It was unlikely to ever be an epic romance, instead just a bit of fun. But as time passes and you don’t replace your casual relationship with Patri with anything else, you find yourself starting to miss her.

You could text her. It would be as easy as that, but you don’t know what to say, nor what the intention behind the message would be. Besides, Barcelona is a little bit too far away for a booty call.

The other side of Madrid, however, is not too far. It’s been a couple of months since you’ve spoken to Patri, other than the occasional like on an Instagram post, but you get a message the day before Atletico will be hosting Barcelona in the league.

Patri You free later?

You roll your eyes and stifle a laugh when you see the text from Patri. The Barcelona team are staying in Madrid tonight and you wonder how soon after arriving Patri waited before messaging you.

You Yeah why?

Patri Just thought we could catch up if you want?

You send back an agreement, and are just about to suggest a local cafe to grab a bite to eat, when another message comes through with the name of the hotel where the Barcelona team are staying and Patri’s room number, which leaves very little doubt about the nature of the catching up that Patri wants to do.

You debate whether or not to show up. On one hand, you miss her. But are you really desperate enough to sneak into the Barcelona hotel the night before your big game against them just for a hookup?

———

The answer is yes, you are that desperate.

And if it wasn’t already bad enough, you only feel more embarrassed about your desperation when Patri meets you round the back of the hotel, sneaks you in through a fire exit, and smuggles you up to her room without any of her teammates spotting you.

It’s a twin room, and you recognise the stuff on the other bed as Claudia’s.

“Where’s Pina?”

“She went with some of the girls to explore the city,” Patri explains. “We’ve got a couple of hours before they get back.”

There’s no doubt in your mind how Patri is hoping to pass the time, but you can’t help but feel a little awkward, having not seen or even really spoken to her in months.

“Are we still doing this?” you ask.

Patri frowns.

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”

“It’s just that we haven’t really talked much recently and then suddenly you’re inviting me to your hotel room.”

“I miss you,” says Patri, reaching out to take your hand, and you let her slide her fingers between your own. “I know I haven’t been good at staying in touch, neither of us have, but I really wanted to see you.”

“You’ll see me tomorrow,” you point out.

“That’s not the same.”

You know she’s right. Maybe that’s why you came to Patri’s hotel. You never would have been satisfied with a pleasant exchange of hellos after tomorrow’s match under the watchful gaze of both squads and thousands of fans.

“Do you really miss me?” you ask. “Or do you miss having sex with me?”

Patri smiles sheepishly and says, “Can the answer be both? Of course I miss you. I think about you all the time.”

You’re still not sure if Patri is just telling you what you want to hear, but your mind is a little clouded by her presence. She steps closer, her thumb tracing distracting patterns across the back of your hand.

“You look really good,” she murmurs.

“I put on my nicest pair of sweatpants, just for you,” you joke.

“Maybe I can help you take them off again.”

Patri pulls you closer and your free hand instinctively finds her waist. She’s so close you can smell her and it’s intoxicating, drawing you in like it hasn’t been months since you last did this.

The door crashes open and you jump apart, standing almost on opposite sides of the room by the time you turn around to see Claudia entering through the door.

“I forgot my…” Claudia trails off when she sees you in her room, standing as far away from Patri as you can possibly manage. “Oh my God!”

She launches herself at you, throwing her arms around your neck, and you stumble backwards slightly under the force of her hug. You wrap your arms around her too, having completely forgotten that it’s been months since you saw your best friend as well as Patri.

“What are you doing here?” she asks.

Over Claudia’s shoulder, you make eye contact with Patri, who wears an expression of panic on her face at the prospect of getting found out, and you improvise a lie instead.

“I came to see you,” you tell Claudia. “I missed you and I thought we could hang out before the game tomorrow.”

Claudia pulls out of the hug and looks at you with narrowed eyes.

“How did you know where to find me?”

“I told her,” Patri finally speaks up, choosing to go along with your lie.

“Yeah, I wanted to surprise you so I asked for Patri’s help.”

Claudia stays quiet and you think for sure that you’re going to get found out. The expression of guilt on Patri’s face at being interrupted is a dead giveaway and you hope it’s not mirrored on your own face.

Eventually, after what seems like an eternity where you feel like Claudia is somehow telepathically absorbing every second you’ve ever spent with Patri, she seems to accept your story and grins at you.

“I’m so happy to see you,” she tells you. She grabs a wallet from the table beside her bed and holds it up. “I’m going to explore the city with some of the other girls but I forgot this. Do you want to come with us? You can show us around!”

You glance over at Patri, who looks back at you with defeat on her face that matches the ache in your chest. You’re so happy to see your best friend again, but you want to hang out with Patri right now, even though you know it’s no longer possible after spinning your lies to hide the true reason for your visit.

“Sure,” you agree, shooting Patri an apologetic look.

“Are you sure you don’t want to join us?” Claudia asks Patri.

Patri seems to consider it for a brief second, a second in which you get your hopes up that maybe you can spend a bit of time catching up with her anyway, even if it’s not in the way you both originally planned, before she shakes her head.

“Nah, I’ll stay here. The analysts sent me some clips I need to watch to prepare for the game. But I’ll see you tomorrow?”

She phrases the last part as a question and directs it at you.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow.”

———

Claudia seems to have bought the lie, or at least that’s what you think when you face no further comments about your unexpected appearance in her hotel room. That is, until you see each other again the next day, when both teams are checking out the conditions on the pitch in the empty stadium a couple of hours before the game.

“So, you and Patri, huh?” Claudia asks, picking a moment when you’re both out of earshot of any teammates to spring the question on you.

You heart stops momentarily in your chest, your face paling as you realise what she’s asking, and you make a split-second decision to play dumb.

“I don’t … what are you talking about?”

“Stop messing around, she told me everything last night,” Claudia says, shaking her head. “Don’t blame her, I knew something was up and forced it out of her. Did you really think I’d believe that you were in my room yesterday to surprise me?”

“It’s only a bit of fun,” you shrug. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

“That’s not what she said.”

Your head jerks up suddenly, turning to Claudia as you ask almost breathlessly, “She didn’t?”

“Ha!” Pina says triumphantly. “No, it’s exactly what she said, but now I know from your reaction that you want it to be something more.”

You groan. Trust Pina to be able to squeeze the truth out of you.

“I’m fine with it being casual,” you insist. “Would I like it to be more than that? Yes, probably. But if we can’t make long distance work when we’re just sleeping together then I don’t have much hope for a relationship.”

“Talk to her,” Claudia advises you. “She’s been in a really quiet mood all day - it’s actually a little bit weird - but I’m pretty sure she’s got you on her mind.”

You look over at Patri, who stands near the halfway line with a few of her Barcelona teammates. She does seem to be quieter than usual, deep in thought as the others chat animatedly around her. Part of you wants to go over and say hi, maybe even apologise for the fact you didn’t get to spend any time together last night, because if you don’t speak to her before she travels back to Barcelona after the match then it’ll be another few months of barely texting each other before you see her again.

“Wow,” Pina says, jolting you out of your thoughts. “How did I miss this before? You’re like a lovesick puppy.”

“Stop,” you groan. “I’m not that bad.”

———

The game finishes with Barcelona winning three goals to one. Patri gets one of Barcelona’s goals and you score Atletico’s.

You shake hands with Patri after the game and exchange a brief hug but there’s no chance for an actual conversation, so you shower and change in record time, before loitering in the corridor outside the away team changing room in the hope of catching Patri for a quick chat before she gets on the bus and you inevitably don’t see her for another few months.

Alexia is the first person who leaves the Barcelona changing room, having travelled to support the team despite her injury, and she smiles when she sees you.

“Hey, is Patri around?”

“Let me just check.”

Alexia disappears back into the changing room and returns thirty second later.

“Give her a couple of minutes, she’s just come out of the shower,” Alexia tells you.

You hang around outside the changing rooms and soon players from both teams start to emerge ready to depart the stadium. Your head jerks up each time the door the Barcelona changing room opens, and after about five minutes, it’s finally Patri who steps out, hair still wet and pulling a hoodie over her head.

“Hey,” she says.

You lead the way down the corridor, away from the two changing rooms so you can get enough privacy to have a conversation without being interrupted or eavesdropped, and Patri follows you.

“Congratulations on the win,” you tell her. “You played really well.”

“So did you.”

The silence that hangs between you is awkward, and you wonder if Patri is thinking about last night too, and the strange place you left your conversation after Pina’s unexpected interruption.

“So, uh, Pina told me…”

“She interrogated me,” Patri cuts in. “I know I should have checked with you before telling anybody, but…”

“Hey, it’s fine,” you reassure her. “Claudia’s my best friend. To be honest, I wanted to tell her for a while but didn’t know how you felt about that.”

“We’re not very good at communication, are we?” Patri admits.

You laugh softly and say, “No, we’re not. But speaking of communication, there’s something I need to say to you.”

“Yeah?”

You take a deep breath to prepare for what you’re about to say, then jump in headfirst.

“I don’t want this to be just some casual thing that happens at camp or when we both happen to be in the same city,” you tell Patri. “I don’t want you to sneak me into your hotel the night before a game, or to lie to our friends about where we are or what we’re doing. I want to visit you in Barcelona on my days off, I want to introduce you to my family, I want to try to make something real of this.”

You pause, waiting to see if Patri says anything and when she doesn’t, her face unreadable too, you continue.

“If that’s not what you want, that’s fine. But if you only want this to be something casual, then I can’t do it anymore.”

“Will you be my girlfriend?” Patri blurts out.

The question takes you by surprise. Though you’d hoped she would be in agreement about making this more than just a friends with benefits situation, you hadn’t expected her to be quite so forward.

“Seriously?” you ask, arching an eyebrow. “Without even taking me on a date first?”

Patri’s face falls.

“Shit, I didn’t mean…”

You can’t keep a straight face and break into a huge grin.

“I’m messing with you. Of course I’ll be your girlfriend.”

The apology drops off Patri’s face and she slaps you playfully on the arm.

“You’re an asshole.”

“Yes, but now I’m officially your asshole.”

You let Patri wrap you up in her arms and tilt your head to kiss her for the first time as your girlfriend. The excitement is still there, but instead of it coming from the thrill of trying not to get caught, it’s at the prospect of everything to come as you start to build your relationship together. She kisses you back, hands dropping to your hips as she holds you close. You lose yourself in the moment, completely forgetting that you’re kissing in the very public corridor just outside the dressing rooms, until a shriek from down the hall alerts you to the fact that you’ve been interrupted by Claudia for the second time in consecutive days.

You break apart, though you reach down to connect your hand with Patri’s, something which doesn’t go unnoticed by Pina as she approaches you.

“Wait, so does this mean…?”

You look across at Patri and share a smile, before you answer.

“We’re giving it a go.”

“Oh my god, yes!” exclaims Pina. She forces herself between you both, breaking apart your joined hands as she wraps an arm around each of your waists and leads all three of you down the corridor. “My two best friends are dating! This is the best news ever, I’ve never been happier to be a third wheel. And before you ask, yes I will be taking all the credit.”

You share an amused look with Patri over the top of Claudia’s head but say nothing. There’ll be plenty of time to start building your new relationship with Patri later. You’ll let Claudia have this moment.

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Request for Patri Guijarro,

Patri and reader have been together for months but haven’t told the team. They sneak soft touches and kisses when no one is looking but other than that, most of their relationship is kept away from their teammates. Maybe r gets injured during training and Patri lets her guard down and comforts r but in the process gives away the fact that they are dating. Maybe with r Patri is a massive softie but on the pitch she’s aggressive and physical, so the complete opposite!

Hi, we hope you like secrets ! :)