Woso imagines

Mapi < el clásico.

The roar of the crowd was deafening as you entered Camp Nou, the atmosphere electric with the anticipation of El Clásico. The rivalry between Barcelona and Real Madrid was legendary, and tonight was no different. Your heart raced—not just because of the game, but because you were about to surprise Mapi.

You hadn't seen her in a week, your work trip keeping you away from Barcelona. The time apart felt like a lifetime, especially since you were used to being by her side, cheering her on during games. But now you were here, your seat close to the pitch, and you could hardly wait to see her reaction.

The players were already on the field warming up, and your eyes scanned the familiar jerseys until they landed on her. Mapi, with her brown hair tied back, the blonde ends catching the stadium lights, was doing some quick sprints near the sideline. Her energy was palpable, her face animated as she chatted with her teammates, probably cracking jokes even now.

You smiled to yourself, already anticipating her reaction when she finally spotted you.

The first half of the game was intense, the back-and-forth between the two teams keeping the crowd on edge. Mapi was in her element, defending with precision and shouting instructions to her teammates. You couldn't help but admire her—how focused she was, how effortlessly she commanded the backline.

When the whistle blew for halftime, you leaned forward in your seat, hoping she'd look your way. For a moment, she didn't notice, too busy talking with her teammates as they made their way toward the tunnel.

But then, as if she could feel your eyes on her, she turned her head. Her gaze swept over the crowd, almost dismissively at first, until her eyes landed on you.

Her reaction was immediate.

Her mouth fell open in surprise, and then she broke into the widest smile, the one where her nose scrunched up and all her teeth showed. She pointed at you, her brown eyes sparkling with disbelief, and nudged the teammate beside her, gesturing wildly in your direction.

You waved, laughing as she practically bounced in place, her energy infectious. She mouthed something—likely in Spanish—that you couldn't make out over the noise of the crowd, but you could tell she was thrilled.

"¡No puede ser!" she shouted toward you, her voice faint but excited.

You could only grin, blowing her a kiss before she was ushered into the tunnel by one of the coaches. She glanced over her shoulder one last time, still beaming, before disappearing from view.

When the game resumed, Mapi was unstoppable. It was as if seeing you had given her an extra boost of energy. She intercepted passes with ease, cleared the ball with precision, and even managed to join in on a few attacking plays.

After the final whistle blew, confirming Barça's hard-fought victory, you made your way down to the players' area, flashing the pass Mapi had given you the last time you attended one of her games. Your nerves bubbled as you waited near the entrance, the noise of the crowd still ringing in your ears.

When Mapi finally appeared, her eyes scanned the area until they landed on you. In an instant, her tired expression melted into pure joy, and she sprinted toward you without hesitation.

"¡Mi amor!" she yelled, launching herself at you.

You barely had time to brace yourself before she jumped, her legs wrapping around your waist and her arms locking around your neck. She was sweaty and slightly out of breath, but you didn't care. You caught her as tightly as you could, your hands gripping her thighs to keep her steady.

"Hi, baby," you laughed, burying your face in her shoulder as she squeezed you tighter.

"I can't believe you're here!" she exclaimed, pulling back just enough to look at you, her brown eyes shining with excitement. "You didn't tell me!"

"That's kind of the point of a surprise," you teased, grinning up at her.

Mapi huffed playfully, scrunching her nose as she leaned in to press a quick kiss to your lips. "You're sneaky," she said, her Spanish accent making the words sound impossibly sweet.

"And you're sweaty," you teased, wrinkling your nose.

She gasped, mock-offended. "Rude!"

"Just stating facts," you replied, laughing as she tightened her grip on you.

"Too bad," she said, resting her forehead against yours. "You're stuck with me now."

"Good," you murmured, leaning in to kiss her again.

Mapi sighed contentedly, her fingers threading through your hair as she melted into you. For a moment, it felt like the rest of the world didn't exist—just you and her, wrapped up in each other.

When she finally pulled back, she gave you a cheeky grin. "Did you see my pass to Patri? Perfecto, no?"

"Perfect," you agreed with a smile. "Though I think you almost gave your coach a heart attack with that tackle in the second half."

Mapi laughed, her whole face lighting up. "It was clean!" she insisted, her Spanish accent thick with indignation.

"Uh-huh," you said, raising an eyebrow.

"Okay, maybe a little strong," she admitted, giggling as she nuzzled her nose against yours.

You couldn't help but laugh, holding her closer as her happiness radiated through you. "I missed you," you said softly.

Her expression softened, her eyes filling with affection. "I missed you too," she whispered. "So much."

For a while, neither of you moved, content to stay wrapped up in each other despite the curious glances from some of her teammates passing by. Eventually, Mapi sighed and reluctantly slid down from your arms, though she kept her hands on your shoulders.

"Let's go home," she said, her voice warm with anticipation.

"Lead the way, Captain," you teased, earning a playful swat on the arm.

Hand in hand, you left the stadium, the noise and chaos of the game fading into the background as you focused on what really mattered—being with Mapi, your chatterbox, your everything.

After the match, you were escorted down to the players' area, the anticipation building with every step. When Mapi finally appeared, still in her kit and slightly damp from the post-match showers, her eyes lit up the moment she saw you.

"¡Mi amor!" she shouted, breaking into a sprint.

Before you could say a word, she jumped into your arms, wrapping her legs around your waist. The force of it made you stumble slightly, but you caught her, holding her tightly as she buried her face in your neck.

"Mapi!" you laughed, her enthusiasm making your heart swell. "You're all sweaty and gross!"

"No me importa," she mumbled against your skin, her arms tightening around your shoulders. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," you said softly, running a hand through her damp hair.

She pulled back just enough to look at you, her brown eyes shining. "You didn't tell me you were coming. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I wanted to surprise you," you replied with a grin. "Judging by your reaction, I'd say it worked."

"Worked too well," she said, her voice playful but filled with emotion. "I almost cry, ¿sabes? In front of everyone."

"Aw, my tough girl almost cried?" you teased, earning a light smack on the shoulder.

"Calla," she said, her cheeks flushing. "I'm happy, okay? So happy. Don't ruin it."

You laughed, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "I wouldn't dream of it."

She rested her forehead against yours, her voice soft as she whispered, "Gracias, mi amor. For coming. For everything."

The world around you seemed to fade away in that moment. It didn't matter that you were in a crowded stadium, surrounded by noise and chaos. All that mattered was Mapi, in your arms, her love radiating from every inch of her.

"Always," you said simply, holding her as tightly as you could.

Mapi smiled, scrunching her nose in that adorable way you loved so much, and for a moment, everything was perfect.