#Catalan films

[usuallywisestarlight]

MIPJUNIOR: el gran mercado internacional pone la mirada en las nuevas tendencias de consumo de niños y jóvenes

Desde el viernes 13 hasta el domingo 15 de octubre, el hotel JW Marriot de Cannes acoge el mercado internacional MIPCJUNIOR, que cuenta con una asistencia de más de un millar de participantes provenientes de 66 países, entre compradores, vendedores, creadores de contenidos, titulares de derechos, investigadores e inversores internacionales interesados en el negocio de contenidos dedicados a los…

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#Audiovisual from Spain #Catalan Films #mediapro #MIPCOM #MIPJUNIOR #movistar+

[onenakedfarmer]

Currently Watching

ANIMALS Marçal Forés Spain, 2012

#Augustus Prew #Catalan films #Marçal Forés #Martin Freeman #Oriol Pla #Spanish films #watching

[artfilmfan]

The Enchanted (Elena Trapé, 2023)

#laia costa #Daniel Pérez Prada #Els encantats #elena trape #female film directors #female directed films #women in film #female screenwriters #female filmmakers #female directors #spanish cinema #spain #catalan

[pacingmusings]

Seen in 2023:

Alcarras (Carla Simon), 2022

#films #movies #stills #Alcarras #Carla Simon #women directors #Catalan #Ainet Jounou #2020s #seen in 2023

[useless-catalanfacts]

Hello, I read your reply about the eighth Catalan last names movie. I'm not European and thanks to your blog I'm taking an interest in Catalonian culture. What's a good Catalan film you would recommend to learn about your culture? I'd appreciate if it's comedy or comedy adjacent, it's my favorite genre. Thank you

Hi!

What language do you need it to be in? Would the movie have to have English subtitles? I don't think any of our comedy movies have been subtitled to English. If there is any, I would assume it would be Barcelona, nit d'estiu (romantic comedy) but I just checked it on Netflix and it seems to only have subtitles in Spanish (at least on Netflix Spain).

If you're interested in drama, I'm quite sure Pa negre (Black Bread), Salvador Puig Antich, Incerta glòria (Uncertain Glory), and Herois (Heroes) have been translated to English, and maybe Fènix 11*23, too.

And also Alcarràs and Estiu 1993 (Summer 1993) I know for a fact they have been translated to English, but if you like comedy more I don't think I would recommend these two.

A while ago I answered an ask about Catalan cinema recommendations, you can find it here:

And you can find some links that might interest you to watch the movies here:

I hope you enjoy!

#cinema #arts #ask #niehaused #catalan cinema #films #movies

[nicolasfolch]

demeure dans les nuages, Pyrénées Orientales.

#landscape #blanco y negro #blackandwithephotography #mountain #montaña #naturaleza #france #pays catalan #clouds #film photography #portfolio #black and white #35mm film #analog photography #fotografia analogica #paix #paisaje

[omarfor-orchestra]

Ho perso vent'anni di vita

#pensavo avesse postato il trailer di NO #io lo dico nel prossimo film prende vale #e catalan cc

[le-journal-catalan]

Deux films français d’animation produits en Occitanie parmi les plus vus dans le monde

Unifrance Films, l’organisme chargé de la promotion du cinéma français dans le monde, vient d’annoncer la liste des films français les plus vus dans le monde. Dans son classement, deux films d’animation, fabriqués en Occitanie, par les studios toulousains TAT figurent parmi les 10 films français le plus vus dans le monde en 2023. Pattie et la colère de Poséidon réalisé par David Alaux, avec la…

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#Carole Delga #films d’animation #films français #Le Journal Catalan #Les As de la jungle 2 #Miraculous #Occitanie #Pattie et la colère de Poséidon #perpignan #Pyrénées-Orientales #TAT #Unifrance Films

[ncityzen]

What films would your recommend from your country of origin? I am looking for recs, I hope you don't mind, could be classics regarded by the general public or your personal faves, thank you :)

Hi!! omg it´s been a while since I last got an ask I feel touched I feel seen, thank you anon 🤍☕🩷📰

anyways i'm going to recommend some Catalan films, but I'm sure i'll forget a few important ones, and i haven't seen them all, so I hope they're good!

Black Bread: this is kind of a modern classic from 2010. I think the story resonated quite a bit with what people went through in the post-war period + it was filmed near my hometown, so there was definitely a bit of buzz for me sjdflk

Summer 1993: i haven't watched this one (yet), but it did get a fair bit of attention and it's supposedly good. It's a little girl's summer in 1993, simple and sweet

Alcarràs: this one won the Golden Bear at the 2022 Berlinale, and I haven't seen it yet either, but i definitely saw it being played at posh london cinemas, which was quite cool

Salvador (Puig Antich): based on the real-life story of catalan anarchist Salvador Puig Antich, who was executed by garrotte in 1974 (!!!!!!) by the Francoist dictatorship. his story is really well-known in Catalonia for obvious reasons, and i bet most people don't know that daniel brühl is half catalan lmao

Barcelona Summer Night (Barcelona Nit d'Estiu): definitely not as arthouse-y as the other ones here, but just a simple movie for a chill evening, centred around relationships in barcelona. there's a follow-up called Barcelona Winter Night. it's definitely on Netflix Spain, but if you don't have a vpn i don't know :(

I hope this is more or less what you were looking for? let me know if you watch any of this and if you like them!!

#i hope you can find these on streaming somewhere sorry i can't help with that #and with english subs! if you speak spanish there might be dubbed versions available too #i was just thinking about films so that was nice! #☺️♥️ #ask #anon #i only listed catalan-language films here but technically the director of society of the snow is catalan #and isabel coixet is also a catalan director though she does more international films #but these feel more like home to me i hope this makes sense

[petxina]

turns out creatura 2023 might actually have been my favorite film i saw last year. who would've thought

#am i biased because it's a fully catalan film that doesn't switch to spanish unnecessarily at any moment? maybe so #but it was so good i can't explain it. just raw and real

[elitscholastikos]

Reflecting on this year’s Catalan Film Fes, opening shorts are half and half, three average and two more mature ones that I can see feature films coming out of the same directors soon; My Emptiness and I is amazing, sort of reminds me of the experimental doc earlier last month Dreaming Walls, but My Emptiness and I was categorised as fiction by the director himself, although I personally think it could be one of these new age experimental docs that could set a trend, My Emptiness and I is also just simply the best trans film I’ve had the pleasure of seeing, and has a lot of character of its own; comparatively, Pacifiction is a hyper-cynical political satire with heavy French influence, not just the language but the motif, the style, the ideology most of all, personally I didn’t find it more enjoyable than My Emptiness and I. It’s a bit stale not in the ways that it’s slow, but because of the familiarity some people may find in its approach. The style of Pacifiction wants to suggest modernist ideals, but the intended defamiliarisation isn’t quite there, just because the approach is overused for this specific motif in this sort of way. As time passes in multiple scenes one would find De Roller more and more paranoid and less and less reliable as a sort of narrator of this political situation, and then in the end he is right, people are horrible, the French is nuking the islands, and I’m not sure if the indeterminacy of the reliability of De Roller is intentional or not. And the answer to this question would basically decide my thoughts on this film, if it’s intentional, then bravo.

#personal #Catalan Film Festival 2023

[onenakedfarmer]

Deerhoof.

ANIMALS Marçal Forés Spain, 2012

#Augustus Prew #Catalan films #Deerhoof #Marçal Forés #Spanish films #teddy bear

[helen-with-an-a]

Karma's a bitch

Hi. So this was a request from someone and I hope I did it justice. I hope you enjoy it. Also - side note: I'M SEEING THE LIONESSES AT WEMBLEY TONIGHT OMGGGGGGGGG

Barca Femeni x Reader

Description: R is a little shit and likes to play pranks

Word Count: 1.7k

To say you were a little shit growing up would be the understatement of the century. You were a terror when you first joined La Masia. A little wide-eyed 7-year-old with a talent for football and finding trouble – pranks, jokes, a never-ending streaming of consciousness as you voiced anything and everything that came to your mind. Everyone expected you to calm down as you made your way up to the first team, yet by the time you were training with the first team at least three times a week, you were still the mischievous, playful person you always had been.

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You lounged on the pitch, soaking up the last of the summer sun as you watched Aitana take kick after kick at the goal. She had just broken into the first team’s regular Starting XI and was determined to keep her spot – practising well after training. Unfortunately for you, she was your lift home. You had initially joined her in her extra training, but you quickly got bored and let your mind wander. You couldn’t anger her too much – she was your only way home, after all – but you could irritate her a little. Despite being a good few years your senior, you towered over her, and when she got annoyed at you, she just looked like an adorable little chihuahua – all bark and no bite.

You came to stand just behind her – way too much into her personal space for comfort, but you didn’t care. She didn’t notice you as she stood with her hands on her hips, analysing the video she had just filmed. Quickly noticing she wouldn’t turn around any time soon, you lifted your hands,

“HEY,” you shouted as you whacked your hands down on her shoulders. She let out an almighty scream, dropping her phone and clutching her heart.

“Quina merda de veritat. Un absolut idiota. Oh, Déu meu, estàs molt molest!” You let the angry Catalan words wash over you, well aware of what she was saying. It was nothing you hadn’t heard before.

“Your face,” you cackled loudly, pointing at her as you doubled over. Her eyebrows were pinched together, and her jaw ticked.

“Oh, Déu meu. You are such a little shit. Ugh,” she batted your hands away as you moved to pinch her cheek. “You can walk home,” she said in faux anger. That sobered you right up.

“No, Aita, please.” You rushed to apologise, arms wrapping around her shoulders as you forced her into a hug. “I won’t do it again, prometo.” You gave her your best puppy eyes.

“We all know that’s a lie.” Aitana sighed, loosening slightly and accepting your hug.

“T'estimo,” you said cheekily.

“Yeh, yeh. Tens sort que jo també t'estimo.” And you were lucky that she loved you. You knew she wouldn’t put up with half the stuff you do to her if she didn’t.

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Alexia had been raving about her new boots, which she was trialling. It dominated all her conversations for the past week, and you were very much over it. It was lunchtime, and you couldn’t stand it anymore. Sneaking quietly away, you found her locker and fiddled with the keypad until it popped open. Her sister’s birthday – what a sap. There they were in all their tainted glory. They did look like nice boots, to be fair, but she had ruined them with how much she had spoken about them. You took them out of their prized place and closed the locker again. Removing the laces entirely, you crossed the room to Mapi’s locker. She had been irritating you recently as well. Again, you fiddled with the controls until there was a faint click, and it swung gently open. Ingrid’s birthday - ew. You left one lace in there, making sure the signature colour of the fabric was visible from the outside before moving on. You put the boot in the bathroom between the stall wall and the toilet. The other lace was left in the gym, tied neatly in a bow around a machine part. The final boot you kept with you until you headed to the field again – leaving it at the bottom of the ball bag. You had ensured they were all easily visible, but trying to find all the parts would be annoying. You knew the trainers had seen you walking around the grounds with not-your-boots in your hands, so you were sure they could help Alexia if she asked for it. You snickered as you imagined Alexia’s face. You could see the angry expression and the harsh Catalan being shouted at you. It made you giggle immensely.

“Where are my boots?” Alexia asked when everyone re-entered the locker room after the break. You had the gym next, but most people wanted to change into looser clothing in an attempt to combat the Barcelonian heat.

“Are they not in your locker?” Marta asked, sticking her head around the door. “Huh … I don’t know then.” You tried your hardest not to laugh, but you couldn’t help the slight grin that appeared. Your fellow La Masia/almost first team friend, Pina, smirked at you. She had many times been a victim of your harmless jokes. She raised an eyebrow, and you just shrugged innocently in response. Alexia wandered around the changing rooms, looking in people’s lockers and under the bench.

“Ah ha,” she exclaimed as she saw the iconic fabric through Mapi’s locker. “María, how could you?”

“I didn’t,” Mapi put her hands up in defence.

“Then what is …” she opened the door to find just a singular lace. “this,” she finished. She sighed, looking around the room.

“Oi, where are they?” She asked when she made eye contact with you.

“Where are what?” You countered innocently.

“My boots. Where are they?” You shrugged.

“How should I know?” You had mastered the innocent façade.  She huffed and restarted her search.

“Found one,” Caro called from the bathroom, emerging with Alexia’s left boot in her hand.

“Gracias, gracias.” Alexia hurried over and embraced Caro as if she had just found a missing diamond.

“Hey, Ale. Is that a lace?” Ana asked, pointing to the neatly tied material on the equipment she was about to use. It had been a good 20 minutes before Alexia was forced to give up her search for her missing boots and join the session. You had remained the picture of innocence – even going so far as to help look for them. Everyone knew it was you. Even Alexia, but you still maintained the act.

“Oh, gràcies a Déu,” Alexia sighed – closer to being reunited with her favourite possession.

It was just before the final session of the day. You were all in the locker room, grabbing your boots and refilling your water before heading outside.

“Where is it?” Irene asked her hand on her hip and an unimpressed look on her face.

“I don’t know … maybe it’ll turn up when we’re outside,” you shrugged – giving a slight hint to the location of the final boot.

“Ale, it’s outside,” Irene called, glaring at you as you snickered when Alexia ran out of the room.

As you arrived at the pitch, you saw Alexia hugging her boots, whispering to them like you would with a lost child. You crept behind her, jabbing her side and watching her squeal at the ticklish sensation.

“Eres una pequeña mierda,” she shouted as she tackled you to the ground, attacking you with her own tickle attack. You writhed and screamed, trying to escape the onslaught, but she was way older and way stronger than you, so you had no chance.

“Lo siento, lo siento, lo siento.” You gasped for air.

“You will be when I make you run laps until you collapse.” She said with fake anger. How could she stay mad at you when you laughed like that?

“Te amo?” You said hopefully

“Sí, yo también te amo. But you’re still running laps.” She said, tapping your head and getting off you, offering a hand for you.

“Fine,” you agreed as you stood up, smiling when she let you wrap your arms around her waist, and she kissed the top of your head.

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You watched with quiet pride as Vicky kicked a ball at an unknowing Ona – the ball rolling to hit the back of her legs.

“Aye,” she squealed, turning to see Vicky laughing her head off. Ona stormed forward before lightly shoving Vicky away, the pair laughing at their playfight. You were legendary to the younger La Masia players. Your jokes and pranks were famous, and the fact that you didn’t let up, even after you made it into the first team and became a regular Starting XI, was something they valued highly.

“Be careful; you might have someone come to take your crown,” Lucy laughed as you looked at her offendedly.

“Oh, please. Who do you think taught her? I am an icon.” You stuck your tongue out at her as you ran off to push an unsuspected Patri, making her stumble into an unamused Cata.

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You were sitting in the sunshine, arms tucked behind your head, eyes shut. It was your own mistake. You knew it – the younger girls were becoming more and more adventurous with their pranks.

Ice-cold water jolted you from your peaceful relaxation. There was a moment of silence before the team broke into hysterical laughter. You scrambled to your feet to see Vicky and Martina with the ice water bucket placed in between them.

“Oh, you fuckers. You are so dead,” you shouted as you lunged for them, only for you to be stopped by a smiling Marta.

“Dejarlas ser,” she said, offering you a towel.

“We just wanted to cool you off,” Martina shouted from her place of safety behind Alexia.

“Yeh, you looked a little warm,” Vicky added from her hiding spot behind Paños.

“Cuida tus espaldas,” you pointed a finger at them menacingly. “You have just started a war!”

“What can you say,” Mapi laughed as she passed you. “Karma’s a bitch.”

I hope you enjoyed it <3<3<3<3<3

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[useless-catalanfacts]

Sorry if you've been asked this before, but I couldn't find any posts about it. What are Catalan movies you'd recommend? Not matter if there is a translation or not

Salvador (Puig Antich) (2006), dir. Manuel Huerga. (In Catalan and Spanish). A real story about the events that led to the execution of Salvador Puig Antich, a young Catalan anarchist who was the last political prisoner sentenced to death by the Francoist dictatorship, in 1974. (Available on Filmin).

Herois [Heroes] (2010), dir. Pau Freixas. The protagonist remembers the best summer of his childhood, with a plot that runs parallel to her present. A beautiful and nostalgic film about friendship, adventure, first love, and memories that can move you to affect the present. (Available on Prime Video and Filmin).

Pa negre [Black Bread] (2010), dir. Agustí Villaronga. Cinema adaptation of best-selling books by Emili Teixidor, it starts with a murder. From there, it's a dark drama and mystery story that focuses on the relations between family members in a village in 1940, the post-war period, through the eyes of a child. (Available on Filmin).

Fènix 11·23 (2012), dir. Joel Joan. This drama movie tells the real story of Èric Bertran, a 14-year-old Catalan boy who was arrested for terrorism for having sent an email in 2004. (Available on Filmin, can be rented on AppleTV).

Barcelona, nit d'estiu [Barcelona, summer night] (2013), dir. Dani de la Orden. Romantic comedy of six love stories that meet on a summer night. It was very successful and has a sequel called Barcelona, nit d'hivern [Barcelona, winter night] (2015). (Available for free on RTVE Play).

El mètode Grönholm [The Grönholm Method] (2015). TV movie adaptation of a comedy theatre play, a group of aspirants meet for a job interview but are asked to do very unconventional things. As time goes on, they see that maybe there were more secrets between the characters than there seemed. It's funny and unexpected. (Available for free on TV3 a la carta).

Incerta Glòria [Uncertain Glory] (2017), dir. Agustí Villaronga. Cinema adaptation of the best-seller book by Joan Sales, it's the story of three friends who fought against Franco in the Spanish Civil War and who are in love with the same woman. (Available on Netflix).

Estiu 1993 [Summer 1993] (2017), dir. Carla Simón. A 6-year-old girl has to move in with her aunt, uncle and cousin after her parents die. Even though she is welcomed and treated well, she has difficulty adapting to her new life. This is an artistic film that was even selected for the Oscars, but be aware that it's one of the most "European artsy cinema"-style ones here. (Available for free under the Spanish name "Verano 1993" on RTVE Play).

Jean-François i el sentit de la vida [Jean-François and the Meaning of Life] (2018), dir. Sergi Portabella. A lonely 13-year-old boy finds a copy of The Myth of Sisyphus by the French philosopher Albert Camus and decides to run away to Paris to meet him, not knowing he's dead. On the way, he meets a girl who will accept to run away with him but has her own motives. (Available on Filmin and for free on RTVE Play).

El nom [The Name] (2018), dir. Joel Joan. Movie adaptation of a comedy theatre play, five friends meet for dinner and talk about two of them who will soon have a child. The witty chatter becomes a fight when the father-to-be says the child will be called "Adolf, like that man with the moustache". (Available for free on TV3 a la carta).

La vampira de Barcelona [The Barcelona Vampiress] (2020), dir. Lluís Danés. A dark story once again based on a real one. In the early 20th-century Barcelona, the investigation on a mentally-unstable woman accused of kidnapping children to sell them or harvest their organs will take a journalist through the poorest streets, brothels and secrets of the Raval quarter. (TW for child abuse & sexual assault. Not a happy film but it's worth watching). (Available on Movistar+).

Alcarràs (2022), dir. Carla Simón. Filmed not with professional actors but with the real inhabitants of Alcarràs whose story is being told, this film shows the story of a family of farmers. After generations of working the same fields, they are told they must leave because the land will be confiscated to install solar panels. A realistic rural drama about the loss of agriculture, based on the real experiences of rural people in Western Catalonia. This film has received many international awards and won the Berlinale Film Festival, but once again be aware it's probably the most "European artistic cinema" film of this list. (Can be rented on many services).

I've added what streaming platform they're in for an international audience (though sometimes it changes country to country), but if you have a library card from Catalonia they're available for free on the digital platform ebibliocat.efilm.info.

#cinema #arts #ask #anonymous #català #coses de la terra #cinema català #catalan cinema #european cinema #film recommendations #world cinema #carla simón

[magics-neptunes-things]

La Comedia del Amor

Hi guys!

I miss Alexia so this is an Alexia fic. I hope you will also like it, it took me quite a while to write. Also I don't know how I feel about this one.

Have a good read!

Resume: Someone tries to interfere in your relationship, making your girlfriend believe that you are unfaithful to her. Spoiler, you are not.

TW: Mention of deception, manipulation

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Since the beginning of your relationship, you have made a habit of picking up Alexia at the airport when she returns to Barcelona. This is a precious and important moment for you, allowing you to find the woman you are in love with as quickly as possible.

At the beginning of your relationship, you waited wisely in your car, a little behind the crowd not to get caught. But since it’s now public knowledge that you are together, you don’t hesitate to go and wait in the arrivals hall. Alexia’s teammates don’t even tease her anymore, as they are used to your little routine.

With Alexia away from you for an international match, you salute Ale’s Spanish teammates playing for FC Barcelona. So like half the team. Alexia taking time to pass the security doors, you exchange with pleasure a few words with Ona and Cata until your beloved blonde finally arrives.

Smiling, you spread your arms for a hug and you are a little surprised by the strength with which she almost throws herself in them once arrived at your height. You let go of an amused little laugh and tightens her against you, smelling her hair, your previous interlocutors having left to leave you your intimacy.

"Hola mi Amor" you whisper before gently kissing her cheek.

"Hola" she responds quietly before smiling when you hand her the bouquet of flowers that you brought for her.

Mix of red roses and lemon blossoms, your mother being a florist she would risk disinheriting you if you didn’t pay attention to the flowers you choose. The lemon blossoms having the meaning of being a messenger of perfect union and eternal love, it seems to you rather well chosen. As for the roses, they are simply Alexia’s favorites.

"Is everything okay?" you ask Alexia once in your car.

Even though Alexia isn’t the most talkative person in the world, she has hardly spoken a word since you left the airport. On the other hand, you surprise her several times looking at you from the corner of her eyes. When you turn in her direction this time, she seems to be studying your face carefully.

"Yes, I’m just tired"

You give her a compassionate smile and gently place your hand on her thigh. A second later, you feel her hand on yours, squeezing it gently.

"I missed you" you tell her, looking at her again, your eyes passing from the road to Alexia’s face while driving.

"I missed you too" says the player before turning her head to look out the window. "How’s the movie going?"

"Good for now. But we just tried our clothes and made the readings for now"

Alexia hums, letting her gaze glide over the city as it passes before her eyes. You are an actress, it was at a charity event organized by FC Barcelona that you met Alexia. Being a pure Catalan product too, the club has tried several times to invite you for this event, but it never fit in your calendar. Except that that year, you got to go.

And we can’t say that you had the impression to make a good move with Alexia during this evening. Struck by the beauty of the captain, you tried for a long time to have a conversation with her. Realizing she was obviously not interested, you finally gave up and went sadly sip your drink somewhere else. Well, that was before she slipped into your DMs to apologize for her behavior the same night.

You’ll learn later that it was Jenni who forced her to write to you, having seen your interactions during the evening. And much, much, later that Alexia just panicked about the love at first sight she had about you too.

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Gone all week for the profits of your film, it’s with great relief that you come out of Uber taking you back to the apartment you share with Alexia. Arriving early in the morning, it’s barely 8am when you push the front door. You didn’t ask Alexia to pick you up. Her hours of recovery are precious and you have a strong tendency to put her before the rest. Because of the time difference since you were in the States, you couldn’t talk to Alexia as much as you would have liked.

You knew she’d be up when you arrived, her morning routine never changing. What you certainly didn’t expect is to be welcomed by a real fury. You didn’t even have time to open your mouth as you almost got knocked out by a phone that crashes against the wall, a few inches from your face.

"What the…?"

"Did you cheat on me?" a shout goes up.

"What?"

The vision of your girlfriend is terrifying. First because she is visibly very angry, second because her green eyes you love so much are red and swollen, meaning that she must have cried for a long time before you arrived. And thirdly because she seems to be at the end of her nerves when she resumes speaking while shouting.

"You heard me. Did you cheat on me? Did you sleep with her?"

"Alexia, what are you talking about?"

You have been getting rid of your backpack and suitcase for a long time at this point, even if you didn't step further into the apartment. Leaning forward to grab Alexia’s phone that almost knocked you out, you mechanically glance at the screen. By miracle the phone only has a slight scratch, but that’s not what catches your attention. When you see the image open, you feel your stomach fall in your heels. Immediately looking back at Alexia, you hurry to talk.

"It’s not what you think"

"Don’t you have better than that?" Alexia laughed coldly.

The image certainly is disturbing. It shows you in a car with one of the actress with whom you share the movie poster. You just bend over to kiss her on the cheek and say goodbye, like two friends. Except that with the pixels left on the picture, we can wonder if it’s a kiss or a kiss that you are exchanging.

"Alexia I swear..."

"Don't touch me!"

You moved in her direction and reached out to touch her, but she retreats from you as quickly as if she had burned herself.

"First I get messages that tell me to beware of her and that you are far too close for it to be normal and then this? Don’t take me for an idiot Y/N"

"Who sent you messages?" you ask with a frown.

"It doesn’t matter! Fuck! I can’t believe you’re doing this to me!"

"But I did nothing!"

You raised your voice too, mixed between the panic that the situation inspires you and the annoyance of not being believed. You know Alexia doesn’t tolerate betrayal and lying. If she doesn’t change her mind, there are big risks to your story ending quickly.

"Stop lying!"

Alexia shout a last time at you before rushing to your bedroom and slamming the door, leaving you standing there with her phone still in your hand. Your heart break when you hear her crying behind the door. Deep and long sobs.

You wait a few seconds before knocking on the door.

"Ale?"

But no answer comes back to you, except a "fuck off" whispered a few seconds later. With a heavy heart, you will finally fall on the sofa of your living room. You impatiently wipe the tears rolling over your cheeks, wondering how you could switch to loving words exchanged on the phone before taking off at that, in just 16 hours.

Yes, well, you know. That famous picture. Your phone rings and a message from the other actress in the picture, Alicia, asks you if you arrived home, but you don’t answer her for the moment. The messages that Alexia mentioned to you come to your mind and you hesitate a split second before unlocking the screen and looking for them.

This is the first time you’ve searched in Alexia’s phone, even though you exchanged your codes a long time ago. Until now, you have always had blind trust in each other. You end up finding what you are looking for and the date of the messages tells you that they were send the night before Alexia returns from her international match.

From : Unknow Hola Alexia You have to keep an eye on Y/N Your precious girlfriend seems to get along too well with Alicia to be honest At the same time I understand it, you are constantly away She probably has physical needs, she’s Spanish after all, right? And Alicia is kind of hot ;)

Alexia never answer to this.

You’re nauseous just reading this, so you can’t imagine the state Alexia must have been in when she received these messages. Yet she didn’t tell you anything. You don’t know if it’s because she decided to trust you, if it’s because she found it unimaginable or because she was too afraid to talk to you about it. Unfortunately, the only person who can answer you is locked in your bedroom and refuses to speak to you.

After a few minutes of ruminating, you return to the door of your bedroom and knock again, more slowly this time.

"Alexia? Baby open to me please"

When the silence answers you, you sigh and let yourself go against the door until you find yourself sitting on the ground. Tired and suffering from jet lag, you lose track of time, lost in your thoughts. It's only when the door opens and you fall backwards that you come back to reality. Dressed to go out, Alexia has her gym bag in hand.

"Ale…" you start slowly, but you are quickly interrupted by your girlfriend’s cold voice.

"I have to go to the game. I don’t have time for your bullshit right now."

Within a few steps she got her phone back and got out of the apartment. After a few seconds, you grab yours and dial the number of the only person who can help you. A few bells ring before Jenni picks up.

"I’m not sure I want to hear from you, Y/N."

Alexia told her about the situation, you were almost sure of it. But she’s the only one who can make Alexia at least listening to you.

"I can imagine, but I swear this is all wrong, Jenni. I beg you, you have to help me…"

A silence answers you and you don’t know if Jenni is touched by your despair or if she can’t imagine you cheating on Alexia. Anyway, she finally sighs before answering you.

"Okay, I’ll be right there."

********

Jenni being injured and unable to train with her team, she is in Barcelona to see her relatives. It’s therefore only about twenty minutes later that she rings at the door of your apartment. You open the door and don’t even wait until she gets in to get back on your couch. Jennifer almost takes her feet in your bag that still hangs in the entrance, but you don’t react otherwise than by bringing your legs against your chest.

Sitting in front of you, Jenni looks at you for long seconds before speaking.

"Alexia is one of the most important people to me. I'll help you, but i need you to tell me only the truth."

With your throat knotted, you just nod your head, looking at your feet.

"Do you know who sent those messages?" Jenni asks.

"No" you whisper

"Did you cheat on Alexia?"

"No!" you answer louder.

"Are you interested in this Alicia in a way you shouldn’t?"

"Of course not!" you answer, frankly annoyed this time." You know I’m crazy about Alexia, why would I risk losing her that way? When we started dating, I promised you I would never hurt her and I really meant it. I love her. There’s only her."

Jenni looks at you thoughtfully for a few seconds, her face framed by her long black hair. Then she nods before resuming speech.

"Okay, sorry I had to ask. Now we’re gonna have to find out who’s behind this, or it’s not gonna stop and even get worse."

********

Alexia didn’t come home tonight after her game. You waited a long time for her after Jenni left, who assured she knew someone who could find the sender of the messages. You don’t know who she went to, probably Mapi. She's one of her closest friends.

You sent Alexia several unanswered messages, despite the notifications that she read them. You took the opportunity to repeat to her that you had nothing to reproach you, that you love her and ask her to come back home. Even if she didn’t answer it, you’re hoping that repeating those words will make her believe you.

It's by receiving a new message from Alicia that you realize that you haven't replied to her since earlier. So you simply answer her that you have arrived well and that you will see her again soon. You leave her message unanswered again when she offers you to go for a breakfast tomorrow morning. It's out of the question to leave the apartment and take the risk of missing Alexia’s return.

Despite your fatigue, you have been struggling all night not to fall asleep, going for a cool shower when you feel that your body can no longer fight against sleep. The day goes by without news of your girlfriend, despite the messages you continue to send her regularly. Alexia continues to read them, without answering you.

It’s only on Monday that you finally left your apartment, accepting a new proposal from Alicia to go for a coffee. You agree, as long as it’s close to your apartment. You really don’t want to mingle with the cheerful crowd of the people of Barcelona today, all you want is to keep the entrance of your building within sight.

You don’t know if Alicia heard about the photo or the article, if so she doesn’t mention it and you’re grateful for it. You really don’t want to talk about it. As you sit down at the table, your phone starts ringing, making you hope it’s Alexia. You can’t hide your disappointed face by seeing that it’s only Jenni’s name that appears. You pick up, however, hoping you can get some news from her. Apologizing to Alicia, you get up from the table to answer outside the café.

"Jenni?" you just say by leaning against the wall at the entrance of the establishment.

"Hola Chica. Where are you?"

The noise of traffic next to you isn't very discreet, you are not surprised by the question.

"At the coffee shop downstairs the apartment with Alicia."

"Okay. Get out of there quick."

"What? Why?"

"Don’t be as stubborn as Alexia and obey me for once, for God’s sake you’re unbearable, both of you!"

You are surprised by the striker’s outburst, but your surprise is quickly erased by another voice you hear grumbling behind her. You’re sure it’s Alexia’s. Your heart is racing and you’re peeling off the wall you were leaning on.

"Is that Alexia? Is she with you?"

"Madre mia. Yes. Now obey, go away from there, without turning back."

"Ok fine, I’m going home" you sigh softly.

Without hanging up, you do what she tells you. Maybe she’s half-crazy, but she has the advantage of being with Alexia. If she asked you to walk in on your hands, you would do it as long as you could talk to your girlfriend. However, as you enter the elevator of your building, Jenni surprises you once again.

"Ok, I’ll hang up now"

"What? No Jenni wait!"

Despite your attempts to call her back, she doesn't answer and it's by dropping a "Joder" that you finally open the door, after giving a punch in it.

"What a language for a young lady like you"

You jump when you realize that someone is in your apartment, relaxing when you realize that it's Jenni with an amused smile. Then your gaze quickly travels in search of a head with blond hair, only to fall on the head of thirty man with hair as dark as Jenni's.

"He's not Alexia" you mumble by crossing your arms on your chest.

Jenni rolls her eyes but cannot hide her amused smile, seeing the many feelings passing on your face.

"No, this is my cousin Mario."

"I want to see Ale" you whisper, your voice breaking on the last syllable.

Your despair is more than visible and you even hesitate to get on your knees to beg her. The disappointment is equal of the hope that you had to see her again, even if it lasted only two seconds.

"Not now" Jenni replies in a soft voice, as if hoping it hurts you less.

You sigh and close your eyes, trying to swallow your tears. You’ve been crying enough these past few days not to burst into tears in front of your girlfriend’s best friend. You don’t see the hesitant look that she exchange with Mario, nor the look of the brunette who flickers towards your bedroom, where Alexia has entrenched herself for the moment.

You didn’t wonder how Jenni got into the apartment because you’re so lost, but she’s the one who let them in. Sitting against the door of your room, Alexia listens carefully to your conversation. She too has gone through a thousand emotions in recent days and she is not sure she can face you until everything is settled in this story. Still, the urge to come and hug you is not what it lacks.

However, the four of you are surprised in your respective thoughts when your phone starts ringing.

"Who is it?" Jenni asks

"I don’t care" you pout like a teenager.

Sighing softly, Jenni grabs your phone and displays a satisfied look when seeing who is trying to reach you.

"Alicia. Perfect."

If you arch an eyebrow, Alexia tightens her jaw by hearing the name that she hates with all her soul now. And the fact that Mario has the same smile as his cousin loses you even more.

"I need you to answer the phone, tell her you had to rush back to your apartment but she can come to you. I’ll explain to you later."

You understand less and less what is happening, but you obey quickly, not wishing to attract the wrath of the brunette once again. The call only lasts a few seconds but you see Mario working on his computer at the same time.

"She’s coming" you mumble, widening your eyes when Jenni takes your face in her hands.

"Perfect. Now listen to me carefully. Mario managed to trace the personne who send the messages to Alexia and connect to his phone. This is the same person who contacted the journalists to take a picture of you in the car and it's still her who contacted journalists to come and take a picture of you right now."

"I don’t understand. Take a picture of what?"

"You and Alicia"

"But there is nothing to take pictures of!" You start panicking again "We would have just had coffee and I would have come back here right after… without her!" you suddenly add by realizing how can be taken your sentence. "I didn’t… I never…"

"Y/N focus please" says Jenni, spanning her finger behind your eyes.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, trying to relax the ball that is your current nerve.

"I never cheated on Alexia" you repeat for what you feel is the hundredth time, desperately.

"I know chica. That’s why I need you to talk about the pictures with her, about Alexia seeing them and breaking up with you because of it. Which is not the case!"

Your panicked look didn’t escape her. Nothing seems to escape her these past few days, not even your innocence. She should have been an investigator.

"How’s that gonna prove to Alexia that I didn’t do anything?" you ask while arching an eyebrow.

But the doorbell rings and Jenni gives you a menacing look before running away to your room dragging Mario with her, almost crushing Alexia against the wall. You take the time to take a deep breath before opening the front door. You don’t need to put on a fake tortured face, your stress can be the case in the circumstances described by Jenni. You’re an actress after all, and you can act to save your relationship.

"Is everything okay?" Alicia asks, worried, the door barely open.

You nod and make her come in, absolutely unaware that Mario has installed a camera allowing them to follow the action from the bed of your room, where he's installed with Jenni and Alexia. She gradually becomes aware that the betrayal she thought she was suffering is not real, but if she needs video proof Jenni and Mario will give her.

"Not really" you mumble quietly before waving her to settle on the couch.

"What is happening?"

Alicia puts her hand on your knee with a sympathetic look, but the gesture fully make Alexia’s body tense. You don’t really realize the move yourself.

"Alexia saw pictures of both of us that can be confusing. She didn’t take it very well. She just left me"

"Oh... I'm so sorry"

The voice you use to speak doesn't have to be changed, despite you the memories of this fight remain deep in you. You still don’t know that your girlfriend now believes in your innocence.

"I’m going to slit her throat alive" Alexia mumbles between her teeth as Alicia discreetly approaches you on the couch, her knee against yours.

"Not now" Jenni mutters in return, putting a hand on Alexia’s mouth to silence her, without leaving the screen with her eyes.

The place you chose on the couch to sit doesn't allow them to have the best angle of view, but at least they can perfectly hear what you say and have a complete view of Alicia’s face. Yours is sometimes half masked.

"The worst is that I have nothing to blame myself about. I don't understand how she can imagine that I want to be with someone else"

"Well maybe she doesn’t deserve you, if she doesn’t trust you"

Surprise, you look up at Alicia. She and Alexia never really met, the times when Alexia is accompanying you for the first visits with the producers for example, Alicia was never around.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing more. Trust is the cement of a couple, if they don’t trust how you want it to work? Maybe you should find someone who can offer you more than that"

You blink several times while looking at her before frowning. Your vulnerability almost made you forget the role Jenni asked you to play. If Alexia doubted, it was only because of the machinations of the person wishing to separate you and her.

It’s only when you feel her putting a strand of your hair back behind your ear before leaning towards you for the obvious purpose of kissing you that the pieces of the puzzle come together.

"It was you" you whisper, breathless because of the surprise.

"What?"

A little unhappy, she backs away as you jump off the couch, hands trembling.

"The messages to Alexia, the fake photos, it was you! How could I be stupid enough not to realize it before?"

Alicia also got up to get closer to you again, grabbing your arm in the process.

"Of course it was me! I knew we needed a little help to get together. I’ve been crazy about you since day one Y/N. I knew Alexia would stop us from being together, all I had to do was get her away from you. And it worked pretty well."

You’re so stunned that you waste three seconds wondering if you were the victim of a hidden camera or something. Unfortunately, Alicia takes advantage of these three seconds to get dangerously close to you, once again hopping to kiss you.

"Let go of my girlfriend!"

Alexia’s voice resounds with as much force as the sound of the slap she addresses to Alicia a few moments later. It’s definitely too much information for your brain these last few seconds and you have the impression that it makes a reset while watching Alicia leave your home under the insults of Alexia.

You see from the corner of the eye Mario who seems to have a lot of fun and Jenni with a satisfied smile displayed on the face. But you focus instead on Alexia, who you didn’t know was there, who suddenly turns to you.

"And you!"

She points her finger at you and keeps talking loudly, making you back up to the wall behind you. But Alexia follows you, stopping only a few inches from you, her finger now leaning against your chest.

"Never again dare to make me live a period like this."

Her voice is just a whisper and you can finally look into her for the first time in an eternity. Her eyes are bright with fatigue, the dark circles below testify to the lack of sleep she suffered. You sigh of relief when she lets her forehead go against yours and passes your arms around her waist to finally feel her against you.

"Never again" you promise

She nods several times before letting out a small sob and burying her face in the hollow of your neck.

"We’re leaving" Jenni speaks and you turn your attention on her. "Mario turned off the camera so if you want to practice your makeup sex on the couch, you can. But please, have a conversation before."

Alexia has a wet little laugh in the hollow of your neck and once the door of your apartment closes, you gently take her chin in your hand so you can look at her. You have a lot to discuss and you will be much more comfortable on the sofa than against a wall.

********

A few hours later, you are in bed and not on the couch as Jenni had suggested. You got all of Alexia’s explanations about how things have been going these past few days. She did sleep a few nights at Mapi and Ingrid’s place, although Jenni has indeed often been in the equation. You then gave her your vision of the facts, even if you don’t have much to tell her. You just waited to hear from Jenni while harassing Alexia with messages.

You took a long time to celebrate your reunion and now you are simply lying, enjoying each other. You have your head resting on Alexia’s chest, listening to her heartbeat. Finding back her scent makes you feel good too, you always found that she smelled like the sun and flowers. One of her hands is playing with your fingers and the other is simply placed in the hollow of your back.

"I have one more question"

"Mmmh?"

Alexia’s voice, although very sweet, breaks the silence between you. You start drawing shapes on her belly with your other hand, smiling when you feel her muscles contracting under your fingers.

"Why didn’t you ask me to pick you up at the airport when you came back from Nevada?"

"So that you can rest as much as possible and be ready for your game. And I thought that maybe we could have lunch together before I came to see you at the stadium."

"Oh."

Alexia’s response makes you face up in her direction. She has slightly furrowed eyebrows and bites her lip and you are suddenly curious to know what makes her ask you this question.

"Why?"

Alexia looks embarrassed and carefully avoids your look when she answers you.

"I told myself that it was simply to gain a few more minutes with her"

When she turns her eyes towards the window, you realize that they are wet with tears and you feel your heart break.

"Oh Mi Amor…" you whisper as you climb up to have your face in front of her. "I just wanted you to get as much rest as possible. I know the game days are tiring."

"I wasn’t lying to you when I told you it was the worst time of my life, nothing to do with my ACL last year. It was like…"

"As if your heart was constantly being crushed? I know"

You are not the only one to have cried and suffered these last days, you realize it. And even more so when Alexia nods, relieved to know that you can understand her without her having to formulate her sentences entirely.

"It's over now. I'm here and yours. Only yours, as long as you want me."

You put several kisses on her lips, savoring each of them.

Until Alexia grabs your neck to prolong the next one and imprisons your lips in a long and sensual kiss, announcing the second round of the night. After all, you’ll have plenty of time to talk a little later.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #alexia putellas #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine

[salvadorbonaparte]

Language Playlists

Disclaimer: These playlists predominantly reflect my taste in and knowledge of music. I apologise in advance. Some playlists include songs in other languages including English if deemed appropriate for the playlist. All playlists are works in progress. Playlists in bold are really long.

Multilingual and Continental Playlists

African Music (this used to be a South African playlist and then just mutated)

Foreign Covers

Germanic Music (excluding German and Low German)

Middle Eastern and North African Music

Multilingual Mixtape (contains most of the playlists in this post and a lot more)

North American Music (classic and contemporary indigenous artists)

South Asian Music (mostly but not exclusively Hindi film soundtracks ngl)

Single Language Playlists

Cambodian

Catalan

Chinese

Czech

Finnish

French

Galician

German

Greek

Hawaiian

Hebrew

Hungarian

Irish (Gaeilge)

Italian

Japanese

Korean

Low German and Northern German

te reo Māori

Portuguese

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Spanish

Thai

Turkish

Vietnamese

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Yiddish

Hidden Agenda: Please recommend me music in Romanian and Croatian 🥺 (I also accept other recommendations)

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