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thesunisatangerine · 6 months

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against all odds (to wait for you is all i can do) – part three

alexia putellas x photojournalist!reader

warnings: explicit sexual content

(a/n in the tags) [parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve]

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You woke again nearing midday and, as expected, Ale was nowhere to be found. If it weren’t for the still sensitive marks that she left on your neck and the soreness between your thighs, you would’ve thought it was all a pleasant dream. Something on your nightstand caught your eye as you stretched and when you picked it up, all the remaining doubt shattered.

On the piece of paper was a phone number with a little note that said ‘text me?’ and you couldn’t help the grin that made its way to your lips at the drawn smiley face at the end of it. You picked your phone up, added her to your contacts and sent her a hello-it’s-me text, noted the notification of an email from Derek, and then you got out of bed to get ready for the day.

When you returned to the bedroom from your shower, a message from Ale was waiting for you.

‘Hey, good morning! Listen, as much as I’d love to… have fun with you again, I can’t see you the next few days.’

You laughed at the varying degrees of sad emojis that superseded her text. Then you messaged her back.

‘That’s fine. Just text me when you’re free. And you already know where I am so…’

You abandoned your phone after that in favor of your laptop as you remembered Derek’s email. Upon opening your mail, you found it immediately.

‘Good news. Robert sealed a deal with a client and they want you to follow FC Barcelona in their Liga F campaign this season. We got 5 match passes so far–Robert believes that the client might be inclined to commission for more photos depending on how the club progresses throughout the season.

Find the passes in the attachment as well as the in-depth commission details but in short, apart from the customary team photos, they want photos of the following players prioritised in order: Alexia Putellas, Maria ‘Mapi’ Leon, and Caroline Graham Hansen. I’ll leave the research to you.

On an informal note, the window to decline is still open. As previously discussed, you don’t have to do this. Let me know what you decide as soon as possible.’

You checked the attached files and sure enough, you found the passes for Barcelona’s matches against the following clubs: Real Madrid, Roma, Alhama, Atletico Madrid, and Sporting Huelva. You noted the date for the one against Real Madrid–it was in a couple of days, the same one Ale suggested and a thrill of excitement went down your spine at the thought of possibly seeing her again. Maybe you should message her to let her know that you were going.

You sent a confirmation to Derek before you created a new tab to begin your research. ‘Alexia Putellas’, you typed and hit enter. When the results came back, you stilled.

You blinked.

Then you blinked again.

Of all the places you’d expect to find Ale’s face, a search result about a professional football player was the last thing you could think of. But memories flashed unbidden through your mind: the exclusive night club, Ale’s vague answer about her job, the way her eyes shone whenever you mentioned sports or football, her reflexes, her physique, Ale… Alexia–it all made sense now.

Groaning, you put your face in your hands as your cheeks and ears burnt from the embarrassment that flooded your veins. Oh, how dense could you get! She must’d thought you ignorant for not knowing who she was. Foolish!

But then again… if she didn’t get a kick out of you not knowing, why did she allow the second time to happen? And why promise a third? The thought calmed you down enough to decide not to text Ale–no, Alexia–about this like you’d originally planned especially since you were most likely going to see her at the game anyway.

After another moment to regain your composure for the time being, you proceeded with your research. You clicked on an article, and an article lead to another, which carried you over to a video, and so on. By the end of it, evening had settled and you only managed to discover little. But from what you found out, there was no question to Alexia Putellas’ nascent legacy, both on and off the pitch–an undisputed, modern trailblazer for current and new generations of female athletes. You were gutted to know about her ACL injury though–a quick deviated search made it known to you how serious of an injury it was, especially for an athletic career–and you wondered when she would be able to play again or if she would be playing in the match against Real Madrid. After all, she did say she was going to be there.

You wrapped up your research about Alexia then and you finally moved on to Mapi Leon, then Caroline Graham Hansen. Afterwards, you briefed yourself on the rest of Barcelona Femeni’s 1st Division players as well as the rules of football to come up with a strategy to tackle this task.

A mixture of anxiety and excitement rushed through you as you settled in for the night at the thought of seeing Alexia again now that you know about her identity. You didn’t know what you had gotten yourself into the moment you let her take you to the dance floor but the pull was there from the very beginning. And you decided you were going to see this through to the end.

No. This wasn’t going to change anything at all.

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There it was: Estadi Johan Cruyff, home to Barcelona Femeni, stood proud in its blue and red glory.

There was still about an hour and a half left before kickoff but already, people had gathered and started to enter the stadium, you being one of them. Security scanned your press pass as you entered and you were told to head through a different corridor which lead you out to the pitch. Once inside, it was no surprise that the stadium’s interior was no less grand than the outside, the well-tended grass was just a taste to the quality that this place had to offer.

Greeting the other photographers who’d settled in earlier as you walked, you searched for a spot and found it by the space adjacent to the corner flag farthest from the tunnel entrance. There, you placed your duffel bag and your portable stool as you worked to set up your equipment: you double-checked the batteries, attached the right lens to your camera, unwounded your monopod and connected it to your camera.

By the time you looked up, there was already a significant crowd awaiting the players for their warm-ups. You took this chance to take a few shots of the still half-filled stadium, tweaking your settings as you did so and you waited for the players to come out.

About an hour before kickoff, you spied movements inside the tunnel and immediately, your eye was to your viewfinder.

Players from both teams emerged from the tunnel and names popped in your head as you scanned the faces from Barcelona, taking shots of them as they stepped foot on the grass and took off in a jog. There was no sign of Alexia though but you spotted two of your marks on the pitch so you wasted no time to frame them in your camera.

A moment later though, you heard a sudden cheer from the crowd followed by a collective flutter of camera shutters. You lifted your eye from the viewfinder, turned your head to the side and saw that your fellow photographers had their cameras focused to the direction of the tunnel entrance. Your heart quickened. Could it be? And sure enough as you looked to the sidelines, you could make out Alexia’s blonde hair and her unmistakable silhouette. Through your camera’s lens you were able to see her better.

Alexia had on a black leather jacket paired with a top that revealed a strip of skin before the cut of her jeans, finishing her look off with a pair sneakers on and loose blonde hair. She was conversing with her coach, bumping fists and patting the backs of players from both teams who went over to greet her. Then she turned to the stands, waved at their supporters, and she moved close enough for pictures and autographs. She gave one last wave to the fans, shouted an encouraging word to her teammates with a fist in the air, before she headed back into the tunnel. While all of this was happening, you’d framed her through your lens yourself, taking the photos you needed, cheeks warm despite the cooling afternoon air.

Then all the Barcelona players jogged over to the sidelines and huddled, side to side, arm in arm. You took a shot. Not long after that, all of them left the pitch.

The game was about to start.

Alexia wasn’t lying when she said the stadium would get crowded: the stands were filled with blues and reds, flags were flown and waved about, chanted anthems resounded loud and proud in the air–the atmosphere was nothing short of electric.

You’d moved by the sideline close to the tunnel entrance for the beginning of the match along with your fellow photographers so you could capture Barcelona’s starting eleven. When the players came out, they were welcomed by singing and cheers from the crowd. And as they stood there, you took photos of the entire team first before you moved on to focus on Mapi and Caroline.

When the whistle blew and the match began, you were back to your original spot, looking to the stands above the tunnel entrance as you tried to pick Alexia out from the sea of faces through your camera. You managed to a few minutes later, and you found her looking rather pensive: one arm crossed over her chest, the other resting on it as she rubbed her chin with her thumb, eyes focused down at the pitch with her brows slightly creased. It looked like longing to you, a burning desire to return home–to start playing football again. The sight evoked such a feeling in you that you couldn’t help but capture the moment. This shot, however, you were going to keep for yourself.

Now that you knew where Alexia was, following the client’s requisites just got a lot easier. Up until the final whistle, you immersed yourself in your work and the game, focusing more on Mapi and Caroline as they were playing. There were times that allowed you to shift your camera to the stands to where Alexia was and took shots of her, too. By the time you knew it, the game ended and Barcelona won 1-0.

You expected a celebration from Barcelona because they were in their turf after all so you loaded up your camera with a freshly charged battery. The next thing you knew, Alexia was there with the team, hugging and patting them congratulations and her teammates beamed at her, happy to see her there.

Click You took a shot.

The players then began their procession around the stadium, waving at and signing things for their supporters. Through your camera, you saw Mapi signing the shirt of a young girl. Click. Next to her was Caroline, reaching over the barrier to sign a ball, smiling as she talked to the boy holding it. Click.

The procession was near enough that you could hear their banters, growing louder as they approached where you were and the beating of your heart thumped as loud as the chants from the crowd. You congratulated the players as they passed and kept your camera away out of respect. You looked at the end of the line and you met Alexia’s gaze. She was smiling at you while she talked to Irene Paredes beside her and she never took her eyes off you. There was a gleam in them, something akin to mischief and… a challenge? If so, why?

At that you raised an unimpressed brow at her, both a question and a statement. Your reaction seemed to amuse her because her smile turned into a full smirk.

The procession passed but Alexia lagged behind, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Irene who threw Alexia a questioning look. You watched as Alexia waved her off before she began walking your way and you didn’t miss the fluttering of shutters from your fellow photographers’ cameras. Some called Alexia’s name to get her attention but she ignored them, her attention only at you. You barely had enough time to school your features and hide any signs of familiarity before she was standing in front of you.

“Hey, you. You made it here after all.” Alexia said cooly, lips slanted in a half-smile, one hand in a jean pocket.

“Yeah, I did. Sorry, but do I know you?” You asked in an excessively dry tone paired with an raised eyebrow, but you made sure your voice was just loud enough for her to hear. Catching your drift, Alexia laughed, rubbing the bridge of her nose to try and cover it up.

“I suppose not,” she extended a hand towards you, “I’m Alexia, and I’m sorry about… you know.”

“Nice to officially meet you, Alexia. Congratulations on the win, by the way.” You shook her hand, ignored the way her warmth seeped into your skin, and hummed. “You know, you remind me of someone I know. Your resemblance to her is uncanny.”

Alexia nodded as she took her hand back, lips quirked. “I think I know who you’re talking about. I think she also wants to know if she could stop by later tonight?”

Your cheeks warmed and you didn’t fight the smile that made its way to your face. “I did tell her she could whenever she’s free.”

“So, yes?”

“Yes.”

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You braced your weight against the headboard, forehead over your folded arms, eyes barely open and the erotic sight in front of you did nothing to help the building flood in you. With your thighs bracing her head and from this angle, you could only see Alexia’s closed eyes but you felt her hands roaming and supporting your lower back as her mouth and tongue worked on you.

She was taking her sweet time though, brushing her tongue over your clit lightly, sucking just enough to build up the pleasure but nothing too much to bring you over the edge. You whined because she did it again only with more pressure this time, circling your clit a few times before she moved away again. You were starting to learn that she liked to play; she liked to take her time and get as many reactions from you until she was satisfied, until she’d completely unravelled you.

A particularly cruel swipe of her tongue, accompanied by the obscenely wet sound it made, nearly incited a sob from your lips but the plea you made was nothing short of similar.

“Ale… please…” You panted.

“–my name.”

“Huh?” You whined out, not hearing what Alexia said after a flick from her tongue sent shivers down your spine.

“Say my name.”

Then she circled your clit with more urgency after she said that–demanding. You keened and ignored her, canting your hips forward to chase that delicious friction you were desperately searching for.

“Ale… Ale… please!”

Then she stilled completely and you cried out in protest, eyes flying open to meet lidded hazel ones.

“What–”

“Say my name.” She licked your inner thigh deliberately close to where you wanted it the most.

“Alexia, pl–” You didn’t even need to beg because right after her name left your mouth, overwhelming heat was all you could feel as she ate you out earnestly. Her hands gripped your thighs so tight that you wouldn’t be able to pull away–not that you could ever do such a thing.

“Oh, fuck!”

Euphoria tore through your body in concurrent waves with brutal intensity that it ripped the strength from your bones while your muscles shook helplessly. Even the gentle touches from Alexia tongue as she cleaned you up were enough to make you hiss from overstimulation.

God… she really did a number on you this time.

After you finally calmed down, you shifted so that you could lay by Alexia’s side, kissing your way up from the column of her neck to her lips where you found your taste heavy on her tongue. You dragged your fingers from the crest of her hip to her breast, feeling the ridges of her hard-earned muscles as you did so and revelled in the way they tensed beneath your touch, the softness of her breast a beautiful contrast to the firmness of her stomach.

Alexia gasped when you rolled her nipple between your fingers and you gladly swallowed it as you deepened the kiss. You slotted your leg to apply pressure between her thighs, ample wetness coated your skin and you couldn’t help but moan at her arousal.

You nipped a path down between the valley of her breasts but not before you had given both of her nipples the attention they deserved. You continued your journey, licking and nipping at her skin as you moved down her toned stomach.

As soon as you reached her navel, she parted her legs to make space for you. You kissed her inner thighs, loving the way they tensed beneath your lips and as you trailed closer to her core, you flashed your gaze upwards to meet hers. When you finally got the first taste of her tonight, you watched intently through lidded eyes as she closed hers, dropping her head on the pillow and sighed out a long, low moan.

You gave her a few slow and broad strokes, closing your eyes as you savoured her taste. When she began to urge her hips quicker, you picked up your pace all the while mapping her thighs and stomach with your palms.

You found you liked how responsive she was to your touches, liked the way she demanded for more which you gladly gave to her as she asked for them. And when she cradled the back of your head and buried her fingers in your hair so she could meet your tongue the way she wanted it, you moaned loudly, taking from the way she took hers from you.

“Yes, right there, just–” Her back arched and you clung to her hips like a lifeline. You rolled your tongue against her and sucked, not wanting to disrupt the pace of her fall.

And fall, she did.

She came on your tongue and you accepted it with a grateful moan, slowing down your pace as she came back down from her high. It was sticky and heady, a reward that you lapped up eagerly, and from the pleased way Alexia threaded her fingers through your hair, she was satisfied. Like her, you took your time cleaning her up because after all it was only polite to do so and you enjoyed the way her leg muscle tensed when you kissed her clit one last time.

Content with your work, you kissed the top of her left thigh as a form of gratitude but instead of making your way up, you traced the line of muscle that lead down to her knee where scars from her injury had carved themselves permanently into her skin.

You’d kissed those same scars the last time you were together without knowing the story behind them and now that you know, you dragged your lips over them ever more softly, looking Alexia in the eye as you did so. She watched you intently with lips slightly parted, eyes dark and lidded.

Alexia bent forward so she could reach out to you, lifting your chin with a gentle hand. Then she brushed her thumb over your upper lip to wipe the wetness there but before she could pull it away, you parted your lips and took her thumb into you mouth, sucking and licking off the taste there, never taking your eyes off hers.

“My god,” came her breathless murmur before she moaned out, “come here.”

Then she guided you to her mouth with her gentle grip on your chin and before you knew it, you were under her again, sighing in grateful surrender to the mercy of her and her hands. She kissed and ravaged you many times over–and you, her–that by the end of the night, you’d completely forgotten the weight of her name.

#ap11 #not proofread #mine #my writing #a/n: a bit late but i finally finished it omfg #ngl i rushed this so im extra sorry for any grammar and spelling mistakes...#and how do people write smut its so bloody difficult ahhhhhh #hope you guys like this and would love to know what you think about the story so far #just a reminder: im tweaking minor details as i go so the most accurate copy of all the parts will be on my ao3 (@thesunisatangerine)#apologies for any grammar and spelling mistakes ill work on em later #woso x reader #alexia putellas x reader

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mysticfalls01 · 5 months

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Romeo & Juliet

(Misa Rodríguez x reader)

Playing for Barcelona and dating a Real Madrid player has been something crazy.

Before playing for Barcelona, you played for Atletico de Madrid for their B team where you met the love of your life, María Isabel Rodríguez or better known as Misa.

From the moment you met her you were head over heels for her, you asked her out 6 months after meeting her and you guys officially started dating a month later.

Misa is the extrovert to your introvert persona, she is the light you see at the end of the tunnel. Misa and you complemented each other perfectly, she brought out your best qualities. Dating Misa has been the best thing ever, it wasn’t a secret that you guys were dating as your Instagram page basically became fan account for her.

Everything had been a bliss until the season 2020/2021. You guys knew that if you wanted to grow as a professional player moving from Atletico was the best decision as both of your contracts ended. When the news about your decisions to move from teams came out the both of you received offers from multiple teams.

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Cuddling in the living of your shared apartment in Madrid the both of you knew that it was needed to have “The Talk” about your futures.

“Mi amor, ayer me marcó mi representante y me comentó las ofertas que ha recibido” (Mi love, yesterday mi agent called to tell me about the offers that he has received) Misa said enthusiastically.

“That’s amazing baby!” you said matching her energy.

“En cuanto me mencionó el nombre de un equipo le dije que ese era, que los demás no me interesaban” (As soon as he mentioned a particular team, I told him that that was the team, that I didn’t want to hear more) she said, you could see how her eyes shined with determination

“Mi vida, I also recently talked with mi manager, and I also have a preference for a particular team” you answered her

“How about this mi amor, we count until three and we mention the name of the team” she said with a grin on her face

So, the both of you started counting before saying the team’s names.

“1, 2, 3”

“Real Madrid”

“Barcelona”

As soon as each other heard the name of the other person’s team you guys stared at each other with wide eyes knowing what it meant.

Each one of you were joining a different side from the most important rivalry in football.

Silence was all that was heard in the apartment until you decided to talk.

“Mi vida, I know what this means. I haven’t accepted the offer yet. For you I could join another team” you said with a soft voice.

Misa turned towards you and with her finger on your chin she turned your face towards her own face.

You were looking at her brown eyes when she spoke “Amor, one of the best teams in the world wants you to join them, I couldn’t ask you to do not join them.”

She made a brief pause before talking again. “I know that I’m joining Real, it’s a totally new team but it’s my dream to be there when one of the best organizations can fight against the best teams in the world, I want to help them to achieve that goal. I promise you that nothing will change our relationship even the legendary rivalry won’t be able to change it”

Her words and her confidence only made you love her even more.

“And don’t worry mi amor, I’ll talk with Ale and Jenni as I’m sure that you will need your extrovert person there” she said with a wink.

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When the announcements of both of your signings came out the fans were quick to give you guys new nicknames “Romeo & Juliet” with Misa being Juliet and you being Romeo.

Sticking true to her word she talked with her national teammates Alexia and Jenni. They received you with open arms and made sure to make your arrival as smooth as possible not without being teased for dating one of their closest friends.

As time passed the both of you adapted to your new teams, each of you were in love with your teams. You guys talked with each other in a daily basis and traveled to each other’s city when it was possible.

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Before you knew it the game that you had been dreading all season was about to happen. The first ever women’s “El Clásico”.

When you saw that next week’s game was against Real Madrid you were regretting choosing to be a striker and not a midfielder or a defender, your job was going to be to score against the love of your life.

Alexia and Lieke, your national teammate, noticed that you were more quiet than usual. You were a quiet person but you had never reached that level of quietness so, the both of them approached you in the team’s bus which was on the way to the field.

“Romeo! Is everything alright?” Alexia asked while sitting next to you.

“Oh, hola Ale. Si, everything is alright”

“Don’t lie to me Romeo, I can see it on your face how worried you are” Alexia said softly.

“Yeah y/nn, you are quieter than usual. We just want to help you” Lieke said.

You were so in your own head that you didn’t heard Lieke arriving.

“We are playing against Real Madrid” was all you said.

“Yeah?” Lieke said having not yet realized what you were talking about

Ale being the intelligent woman she is she realized why you were so worried. “It’s Misa isn’t it y/n”

“Ja”

Lieke was the first one to hug you with Ale following her action.

“y/n you know that Misa will love nothing more than you giving your all”

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You had never been more nervous than the moment when you were in the tunnel, even if you weren’t starting the nerves were still there.

Before going to the bench you felt a hand quickly taking you away from the crowd. When you turned around to see who took your hand you saw your favorite brown eyes, it was Misa.

“Amor!” Misa said while giving you a hug. You quickly put your face on her neck and hugged her. She could how fast your heart was beating.

“Amor, Ale told me how nervous you are” she softly said.

All you could do was to nod your head still hugging her as you were seeking for her comfort.

“y/nn you know that whatever happens on that field will not change our relationship, the love that we have for each other”

“I know mi vida but what if I score against you, what if I make the winning goal, what if…” before you could continue she gave you soft kiss to stop your rambling.

“Baby, calm down. We knew that sooner or later this game would happen. You already have scored against me with our nationals teams so calm down, everything will be alright” she said.

Before you could answer Olga interrupted you. “Misa! It’s time to line up. Hurry up!”

“y/nn remember nothing will happen. Te amo mi amor”

Before she left you told her “También te amo Misa!”

At that moment you couldn’t had been more grateful to Ale as she knew that the only person who could calm you down was Misa.

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You entered the game as a sub in the 55th minute and 9 minutes later you scored, the moment the ball hit the net you felt your teammates enthusiastically jumping on you celebrating your goal however, you didn’t celebrated it and all you could see was girlfriends stressed face as the score went up to 0-3 with Barcelona winning.

As soon as the game ended went to where Misa was.

“Congratulations my love” she said softly, you could hear the pain in her voice

“I’m proud of you Misa” was all you said while you hugged her.

You guys hugged for some more minutes until Lieke got behind you and spoke in Dutch “Romeo, I’m sorry to interrupt but you were chosen for media duties”

You sighed before answering back in Dutch “I’ll be there in a minute Lieke”

After she left Misa, for the first time since the match ended, laughed “All I understood was Romeo mi vida. I see that they also have been bothering you with the Romeo and Juliet nicknames huh”

“They haven’t stopped calling me Romeo since we arrived my Juliet” you said with a fake annoyed voice

“I must leave Misa but expect me in your apartment later tonight. Jonatan knew how much this game was taking a toll on me and gave me a few days off.”

“I’ll be expecting you there mi amor!”

You started walking away towards Lieke and when you reached her you gave her a side hug and spoke in Dutch so no one else could understand “Lieke could you go out with me to buy the ring. I think it’s moment to take the next step with my Juliet”.

You knew that there were going to be more games between Real Madrid and Barcelona however, your love was stronger than the most legendary rivalry in football.

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Misa deserves so much love. She is such an amazing and my favorite goalkeeper.

I'm taking more requests for Madrid players so don't be shy!

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uniteds · 11 months

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part 2 of stuff that happened in the 2022/2023 football season that should send us into a coma but we’re too desensitized:

for part one go here.

1. the bayern board deciding to sack nagelsmann before the most important game of their season because he showed up to work on a skateboard

2. related: nagelsmann finding out he was sacked through social media while he was away on a ski trip

3. also related: nagelsmann getting dumped the same weekend he lost his job.

4. todd boehly getting advice on what to do with chelsea from james corden (known west ham fan) and hiring frank lampard

5. tuchel and conte fight

6. the ghana coach taking a selfie with heung min son while son is sobbing after losing in the World Cup

7. the five minutes where both spain and germany were out of the World Cup

8. mourinho being in (and being sampled in!) stormzy’s music video

9. psg’s director of football going down to the field to curse them out

10. aguero turning up to the world cup celebrations in a full kit

11. the pope summoning atletico madrid’s physio all the way to the vatican to treat him

12. arsenal bottling the title (2023 version)

13. rebekah vardy tried to trademark the phrase wagatha christie

14. luis enrique saying ferran torres will never play football again if he did the pacifier celebration after scoring

15. jose saying the only club he doesn’t have any feelings for is tottenham hotspur

16. mason mount having a stalker

17. jack grealish discovered what a camel is

18. the saudi team getting new cars during the World Cup

19. cho gue sung telling ronaldo to fuck off and then getting flooded with marriage proposals

20. the princess of spain having a crush on gavi

21. luton town promoted so now you have to walk through some guy’s garden to get to their stadium

22. the gio reyna and gregg berhalter usmnt saga

23. the pogba/mbappe witch doctor saga

24. ac milan sacked maldini and now the players all wanna leave

25. conte’s press conference where he basically said “it’s the history of the tottenham”

26. barcelona winning the league at espanyol and then the espanyol fans chasing the barca players off the pitch

27. the one pitch invader who pushed eddie howe

28. ac milan having to answer to their ultras after a match

29. calum wilson and antonio laughing at richarlison for flopping

30. klopp doing his hamstring and adding to liverpool’s injury problems

#tp #manchester united #fc barcelona #bayern munich #sorry i just wanted to get part 2 out

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nicoloschira · 8 months

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Now it’s official! Joao Felix to Barça from Atletico Madrid on loan. No surprise here and confirmed since the last July 21!

#joao felix #fc barcelona #barca #fc barca #atletico madrid #transfer #transfer window #transfers #soccer #football news #football #transfer news

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femininefutbol · 2 years

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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.

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