Ingrid Engen

Summary: Y/n's secret relationship with Ingrid is accidentally revealed when the team starts teasing her about something personal.

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The Barcelona Femení was once again gathered around a bar table, trying to fit every single player after an amazing win against Real Madrid. Alexia, Pina, and Vicky had scored, so the three girls were incredibly chatty throughout the night, recounting every moment of the game.

The conversation flowed easily, although all players were still high enough on adrenaline that the topics of conversation began to steen to more intimate, and to some people inappropriate directions.

The girls had no shame when talking about more private topics, though Alexia tried to tone it down as much as she could when things went too far.

"Ei, quedeu-vos quietes! No podem parlar d'això davant de les nenes," [Hey, stay quiet! We can't talk about this in front of the girls,] Alexia said, rolling her eyes.

The 'nenes' were technically all in their twenties, but for Alexia, anyone who had been at La Masia less than six years ago was practically a child.

"You know we have lives, right, Ale?" Jana said, taking a sip from her drink.

"We date, and, well... go out with people," Salma chimed in, casually stealing a fry from Y/n's plate. Y/n pretended not to notice. "You can talk about sex around us. We're not kids."

"Yeah, we're not nenas," Vicky added, wrapping her arm around Y/n's shoulders. Y/n immediately shrugged it off with a laugh.

"You're literally nineteen" Y/n teased, raising an eyebrow "If anyone here's a nena, it's you."

"Oh, va!" [Oh, come on!] Vicky shot back. "You're talking like you're not the only one at this table who hasn't gotten laid yet."

Everybody on the team knew Y/n had never been with anyone. It was a well-established fact, one that came with lighthearted teasing and amused grins. She always shrugged it off, laughing along with something like, "Yeah, I'm scared of pretty women. What can I do?" or some other excuse.

The girls would tease her in good fun, saying things like, "Don't worry, we'll find a nice girl for you someday." It was harmless, just another running joke within the team. It never bothered Y/n; she didn't mind it.

But Vicky's teasing hit differently this time.

Pina and Claudia tried to stifle their laughs, while Salma and Jana exchanged looks, as if Vicky had said something wrong. Alexia, on the other hand, sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of her nose like a tired mother.

This time, however, Y/n didn't know how to respond. Because Vicky's statement wasn't true anymore. It hadn't been true for over a month–thanks to a certain Norwegian who sat across the table from Y/n, a knowing glint in her eyes.

And that's when Y/n flushed.

She never flushed.

Y/n and Ingrid had been secretly dating for two months now, but they hadn't told anyone yet. They weren't quite comfortable with the whole team knowing just yet–they were still getting to know each other better, figuring out their relationship.

Ingrid had mentioned a few times that they should just tell everyone one day, not make a big deal of it–just show up to training one day, holding hands, and let the team figure it out on their own. But it hadn't happened yet, so of course, the girls didn't know.

Another thing they didn't know was that Y/n, considered one of the "nenas" by Alexia's standard, had finally had sex. Y/n, however, wasn't sure if this was the right moment to bring it up to the whole team, especially not at a bar table in the wee hours of the night in Barcelona.

Silence settled over the group for a brief second, the same one that comes just before something...changes. Y/n's fingers tightened around her glass, her eyes darting anywhere but at her teammates, focusing on a pretty painting on the walls.

The usual teasing energy of the team seemed to fade, and the others exchanged curious glances, especially Jana, Vicky and Salma.

"Is there something you wanna share with the team?" Vicky asked, leaning forward, an all-too-knowing grin spreading across her face.

Y/n froze, her throat suddenly feeling too tight to swallow as she held her glass a little too tight, "No." Her voice was a little too flat, and she cursed herself for that.

Not casual at all.

But of course Vicky didn't believe her, it only made her more persistent. They weren't going to drop the subjects so easily this time.

Y/n could feel the weight of her teammates on her, some of them had a confused expression on their faces, others had grins. Ingrid's grin was still strong, but the girl was naturally quiet, so none of them were even paying attention to her.

Pina raised an eyebrow, her mouth curving into a playful smirk. "You're acting weird, Y/n. What's going on?"

"Nothing," Y/n muttered quickly, but the edge to her voice gave her away.

Ingrid, sitting across the table, studied her with a knowing look, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Y/n," she said softly, her tone more amused than anything. "Are you sure there's nothing you want to tell them?"

Y/n opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. She had never been good at lying, especially when it came to the girls. "I... I really don't think this is the time," she mumbled, looking down at her drink.

"Is there something you're not telling us?" Jana pressed, her tone light but persistent.

"Come on," Vicky chimed in, her grin widening as the realization started to creep into her mind. "We all know you've been acting strange lately."

Y/n shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She couldn't stop herself from glancing over at Ingrid, whose eyes were sparkling with a mix of amusement and something else–something that only made the situation worse.

Now Y/n wasn't sure if she was supposed to talk about the whole 'I'm not a virgin anymore' thing or if she should disclose the whole relationship.

She really hadn't planned for this to happen when she agreed to take a couple of sangria after the match.

But before she could even decide how to handle either of those topics, it was as though a lightbulb had flickered on all at once, and the entire table erupted into chaos.

"No way!"

"Wait, really?"

"Y/n, you're telling us now?!"

"Yes, guys, it finally happened," Y/n murmured as her cheeks burned with embarrassment.

She was suddenly bombarded with questions after questions about her from all sides.

"How was it?"

"When did it happen?"

Y/n looked at Alexia, trying to find refuge in her capitana who was, oh so protective of her nenas. But even Alexia wasn't on her side.

"Okay, okay," Alexia finally said, shaking her head teasingly. "So, who's the lucky person, huh?" She raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the sudden chaos.

Y/n rolled her eyes at Alexia

"Look, it just...happened okay, it was a last month and–"

"Last month!" Vicky dramatically exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air. "Why didn't you tell us!?"

Y/n sighed, taking a slow sip from her drink to avoid making eye contact with the one person at the table who sat perfectly composed, as if she had no idea what was going on.

"Why would I tell you guys that?" Y/n countered, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Because we're basically family?" Vicky huffed, rolling her eyes as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You made me bring my first girlfriend to training on our first date."

Y/n blinked, momentarily taken aback by Vicky's comment. The rest of the table paused, some of the girls snickering at the unexpected comparison, clearly agreeing with Vicky.

So what if Y/n wanted to know the girl Vicky was going out to make sure she was an acutely good person? That didn't give them the right to know details about her life.

"Okay, well, that's... a bit different," Y/n muttered, trying to steer the conversation away from the awkwardness that was settling in.

"Tell us who it is!" Jana said , practically bouncing in her seat.

"Okay girls enough! Stop bothering Y/n," Alexia finally intervened, her captain voice cutting through the chatter as she wrapped a protective arm around Y/n's shoulders. "She doesn't have to tell us anything."

The younger girls groaned but relented, shifting into another conversation. Y/n exhaled in relief, thinking she was finally off the hook...until Alexia leaned in and murmured in her ear.

"You'll tell me, right?" she asked, her lips curving into a pout. "After the bar, actually we can pretend to go to the bathroom and–"

Y/n stared at her, her eyes eide. "No, Ale."

"What?" Alexia replied, her face showing genuine disappointment.

"I'm not telling you!"

"Why? You told me about your first kiss when you were fourteen in la masia!"

"Because this is way more embarrassing than me kissing another girl on the pitch during truth or dare!" Y/n said crossing her arms

"But do I know the person?" Alexia pressed, disappointment being changed into mischievous

"No."

Alexia narrowed her eyes. "Liar."

Y/n barely had time to react before Alexia's gaze swept over the table, studying every single face. "I'm almost sure it's someone from the team, actually...but who?"

Y/n scoffed. "What makes you think that?"

"Because if it was someone else, you wouldn't be trying so hard to keep it from us." Alexia said, still swiping the table with her eyes,

"Since when do you notice those kinds of things?"

Alexia smirked. "I always did, alright? And I'll find out who it is."

Y/n rolled her eyes. "Good luck with that, Capitana."

Alexia wasn't as observant as she liked to think, because she surely missed the way Ingrid winked at Y/n after the table had settled down.

But Patri, who had been quiet the whole time, was quick to pick up on it.

Patri suddenly sat up straighter, her eyes narrowing with curiosity. "Wait, what was that?"

The entire table went silent, following the direction of Patri's gaze.

"Ingrid... winked," she said, staring at Ingrid who looked unbothered.

Y/n's stomach dropped.

Y/n peeked at Ingrid through her fingers, both mortified and grateful for her directness.

The team, to their credit, actually let it go. But as Ingrid and Y/n stood to leave, Y/n could feel their amused stares burning into her back.

And, of course, just as they were walking away, someone wiggled their eyebrows suggestively.

Because, naturally, there was no such thing as a private l"Sh-she didn't wink... she–blinked!" Y/n blurted, glancing at Ingrid, who remained utterly relaxed, an infuriating grin tugging at her lips.

"No," Patri countered, setting her drink down with conviction. "She winked. Because it was just one eye."

"Maybe you blinked while Ingrid blinked with the other eye," Y/n suggested.

Patri's brows furrowed. "That would mean Ingrid has some weird eye-blinking pattern."

"Maybe she does. Not nice of you to point it out."

"But—"Patri's argument was cut short when Pina gently placed a hand on her thigh.

"Babe, just keep drinking. Yeah?" Pina said, her tone calming.

Patri frowned but complied, though not before pointing accusingly between Y/n and Ingrid. "There's something going on between you two."

Y/n opened her mouth to protest, but Ingrid beat her to it.

"We're dating," she said casually, as if she hadn't just set off the biggest gossip at the table, completely unfazed by the attention suddenly directed at them.

The table went dead silent for a heartbeat. Then, it erupted in chaos.

"We knew it" Vicky and Jana screamed in unison, dramatically throwing their arms around each other. "That's why you've been so close during training!"

Y/n gaped at Ingrid. "Ingrid!"

Ingrid only shrugged, looking entirely unbothered. "What, kjære? They were going to figure it out anyway. They can't help being nosy–it's a Spanish thing."

Y/n could feel the heat in her cheeks. She was not ready for this. She glanced over at Alexia, hoping for some sort of support, but Alexia had gone unusually quiet, her expression both surprised and confused, still processing the information.

"Wait..." Alexia finally spoke up, her voice low as she tried to put the pieces together. "So Ingrid was the one you had your first time with?"

Y/n's face burned, her brain scrambling for a way out. "I— we... well, you see—"

"Yes," Ingrid confirmed, her voice smooth and calm, almost smug as she leaned back in her chair.

Y/n groaned, dropping her head into her hands as the table erupted once more.

"But," Ingrid added, voice firm, "my elskling doesn't want to talk about it, so let's drop it, yeah?"

Y/n peeked at Ingrid through her fingers, both mortified and grateful for her directness.

The team, to their credit, actually let it go. But as Ingrid and Y/n stood to leave–together, Y/n could feel their amused stares burning into her back.

And, of course, just as they were walking away, someone wiggled their eyebrows suggestively.

Because, naturally, there was no such thing as a private life in Barça.

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