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The Bet (Alexia Putellas)

"Chicas!" You shout just before the team return to the pitch for the second half "here's a little incentive for you in case lifting that trophy isn't enough. If we win this then I will get a tattoo to celebrate"

The look of disbelief on every player's face would have been funny under any other circumstance but you wanted them to know that you were very serious. Your body was a blank canvas and getting a tattoo never interested you even when some of your closest friends begged you to get one. Ink wasn't really your thing, hair dye on the other hand well that was how you expressed yourself. You had tried every colour under the sun and then repeated it.

Alexia on the other hand loved to use her body as art and every single tattoo on her skin told a story. Her hair up until her injury had been brunette. When you told her that her tearing her ACL is like a bad break up, she has to learn to move on so he decided to do the typical thing after any break up, she died her hair and you loved the blonde more than the previous colour.

Knowing that you and Alexia have a competitive relationship they all looked at their captain to see if she would rise to your bet.

"You know what! If we go out there and pull off one of the greatest comebacks in Champions League history I will die my hair"

The team couldn't believe what they are hearing.

Your word was your bond and you never went back on your word. Alexia was a woman who when made a promise, always kept it. It made you both incredibly trustworthy but as the final whistle is blown you cannot help but think your good word had gotten you in trouble.

"We won" Alexia pulled you close as you walked over to where your families were.

"Baby, we're fucked! We can't go back on this" Inside you were panicking. Alexia's promise could be temporary but yours was permanent.

"Don't be such a wuss. How about this? You can pick my hair colour if I get it pick your tattoo"

You loved half of this plan. You already had a colour in mind but whilst you did trust Alexia with your life, you couldn't guarantee that her choosing what is going to be on your body for the rest of your life is a good idea.

"Trust me, you'll like what I have planned"

"Fine but you're dying your hair pink"

Alexia's eyes widen at your choice of colour but having been the person to suggest the idea, she couldn't exactly go back on it now.

After playing Panama, the national team was given three days off before having to report back to camp. Alexia had told you that she had designed your tattoo with the help of Mapi and she had booked an appointment for you at the studio where her and the rest of the girls go for their tattoos. You had also made a call to your hair stylist and asked them if they could squeeze Alexia in the morning before you would get your tattoo in the afternoon.

"And this woman knows what she's doing" on the outside Alexia was cool as a cucumber but as you walk down the streets of Barcelona she is holding onto your hand for dear life.

"She has been doing my hair for years Alexia. You are in safe hands"

You walked into the salon and greeted everyone as if they were family. Alexia stayed close behind you as you guide her to the chair in the fair back corner.

"So what are we doing doing?" Your hair stylist ran her fingers through Alexia's hair as your girlfriend looked at you through the mirror.

"Pink but a light pink"

"What! No! If I'm doing this then I'm doing it. I want it like Y/N's after her first appointment post COVID"

"Ale, that was really pink"

"I know, I loved it"

The hair stylist did as she was told and a couple of hours later Alexia was walking out the salon almost unrecognisable.

Now it was your turn and you felt sick as you walked in the studio which was tucked down one of the side street in Sants.

"Does it hurt? It's got to hurt, there is a needle piercing your skin at 100 miles an hour and it's injecting ink. Oh God! Why did I even agree to do this, I can't do this"

"Y/N take a breath" Alexia's hands rested on your shoulders. She took a deep breath in, one which you copied almost immediately "I think you will really like my design and if you don't then we will tell the team that I made you get it on your bum which they will believe because—"

"You are obsessed with my bum" you finished your girlfriend's sentence.

"I am so they will believe me but please take a look at the design"

"Ok"

The artist, who you had learnt was also the owner, sat you down on the sofa as she showed you the design and at different sizes. You had no control over the smile on your face as you saw what Alexia had come up with.

"It's like yours"

"It is. I thought why not kill two birds with one stone. The tattoo would commemorate the final and it would be a matching one to mine"

The tattoo was perfect. It was an outline of a basic flower within a square. The pattern was seen all around Barcelona as it was a tile that covered the pavement. Alexia has the same one on her back with 'made in' above it. Yours wouldn't have the text and instead of the ink being black it would be blue and red, Blaugrana the colours of FC Barcelona.

Once laid on the bench Alexia offered to hold your hand in case the pain is too much.

"Is it really going to hurt that much?" You ask the tattoo artist who reassured you that the pain would be nothing compared to some of the tackles you have been on the receiving end of over the years.

"Ale!" You smack her with your free hand.

"Sorry. It's just that i'm used to seeing you as this tough cookie"

"I'm never a tough cookie around you, you make me soft"

Alexia kisses you softly, the two of you forgetting your surroundings until the artist clears her throat.

"Soft cookie or tough cookie, I do need to to sit still or this won't end well"

"Don't say that" Don't tell her that" you and Alexia say at the same time.

When the two of your arrived back to Los Rojas two days later the entire team was in shock and fascinated to see Alexia's pink hair but only the barcelona players knew about your side of the bet. You removed your hoodie to show them the tattoo which you had decided to get on your arm, just about your elbow.