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repulsiveliquidation · 1 month

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Claire De Lune || Alexia Putellas

reader and alexia have a child together. angst. inspired by one of my favorite songs.

warnings : death, mentions of pregnancy. do not read if this makes you uncomfortable.

It all happened so fast.

“Ellie, stop running please!” Alexia begged, laughing as her daughter giggled loudly. You sat at the top of the hill smiling, plating up the sandwiches you had made at home. The picnic table was full of all your girls’ favorite snacks, and Ellie’s toys were scattered on the plaid blanket right next to you. She had her little football to kick around with her mother, her pretty sequin shoes abandoned next to your purse in favor of her custom bright pink cleats.

You hear your wife’s huffing and puffing as she treks back up the slightly steep hill. In her arms was a squirming toddler who had her giggle and cheeky smile. You stand and pretend to look mad, hands already on your hips with a slight smirk on your face.

“Did you run away from Mama again, sweetie?” you tease, taking Ellie from your wife’s arms. She nods and buries her face in your neck, skin hot and flushed from all her running.

“Did she outrun you, my love?” you ask Alexia with a smile, holding Ellie in one arm and popping a strawberry in your mouth with the other.

“Like a bat out of hell, she’s gotten that speed from you.”

Before you could clap back at your wife, Ellie tugs at your shirt and whines that she’s hungry. You sit with her under the warm Barcelona sky as the sun begins to set, handing her a little ham and cheese sandwich which is her favorite at the moment. She happily munches on her food and you look at Alexia who was looking at you. She reaches out her arm for you and you hold it across the table. It was a perfect little family day and you would trade it for nothing but a chance to do it again.

There was no time to think.

You wake up in the middle of the night to Ellie screaming for you. Alexia sits up at the same time and scrambles out of bed with you. You rush into her bedroom and see that she’s crying and sitting on the edge since she wet the bed. She rushes into your arms and you scoop her up, cradling her close. Alexia rubs her back and holds you close, soothing your daughter so she can tell you what was wrong.

“Bad dream Mommy,” she sobs into your neck, her clothes starting to dry and her body beginning to shiver. You take her into the bathroom and get her cleaned up as Alexia changes the sheets. You walk out of the bathroom 15 minutes later to Ellie’s bed made and her clean pajamas warmed up a little in the dryer.

Alexia dresses her and you find her nightlight to bring back to your room. Alexia walks into your room with a dead-asleep toddler and her favorite blankie clutched tight to her face. You plugged the little dinosaur nightlight into the wall next to your bed as Alexia gently climbed into bed with your daughter. You pulled Spotify up and turned on Clair De Lune which helped Ellie sleep. She nestled herself right into Alexia’s chest exactly how you did, leaving a soft smile on your wife’s face. You climbed in beside her and fell asleep immediately, Alexia’s heart feeling full as her girls fell asleep safe in her arms.

You never thought you’d come face to face with your worst nightmare.

“Ellie collapsed while playing football today. We’ve sent her to the nurse’s office but I think it’s best if you take her to the hospital just in case.”

Alexia ran. Faster than she ever has on the pitch. The sound of her cleats rang through the hallways of the Johan Cruyff stadium the moment she got off the phone with you. The look of panic on her face said all she needed to Jonatan and the rest of the girls.

The number of traffic laws she broke would guarantee fines that could amount to her entire week’s salary but she didn’t care. The fear in your voice and the sound of you being close to tears was all the more reason for her to have her foot on the pedal right to the floor. Her Cupra roared as she sped down the highway, tears threatening to fall.

She had one cleat and a slipper on as she rushed into the emergency room, eyes searching for you. You were sat alone at the end of the hallway, head in your hands. She called out your name and you looked up at her, unable to hold it together any longer. You broke just as she grabbed and pulled you into her arms. Alexia couldn’t hold it together the moment you cried in her chest and she broke down too.

“Where is she?” Alexia asked after your crying subsided and she managed to pull herself together.

“She fainted again when I picked her up and they took her…the nurses haven’t said anything either, I’ve asked.”

Alexia stood and kissed your hair, walking over to the nurses’ station just as she heard her last name being called.

“Mrs. Putellas?” the doctor asked, walking out of the trauma room with a look of concern.

“What’s wrong with my daughter?” you jump out of your seat and hurry over, Alexia’s arm immediately around you.

“I need you to come with me,” she said cryptically. You and Alexia follow her into a little discussion room and your heart sinks.

You sit and reach for Alexia whose hand finds yours immediately. She holds it tight in her lap and you listen to the doctor break the news no parent should ever hear.

“She’s dying.”

“No!” you wail, falling into Alexia’s arms. You sob and feel your heart break into a billion pieces, pain just excruciating at the thought of losing your daughter.

Alexia held you tight and listened to the doctor as she explained your daughter’s next steps on how to care for her and how to keep her comfortable. When the doctor left, Alexia held your face in her hands, her tears of pain and anguish mirrored yours.

“We’re doing to do everything we can for her, mi amor. I promise we will get through this.”

But she was a miracle.

Alexia stood in the bathroom with you, nervously biting her cuticles. You sat on the counter and swung your legs, eyes locked on the timer on your phone in your lap.

“How much longer?” Alexia asked, standing right in front of you between your legs.

“2 minutes,” you whisper, hesitantly looking up at her.

“Okay, don’t look so worried amor.”

“What if it’s negative again?” you say, watching the numbers on the timer go lower and lower. She takes your hands in her big ones and you feel their warmth. She kisses them both and caresses her hands up your arms. They gently move down your back and pull your hips closer to the edge. Your hands rest on her chest and she smiles up at you when there’s a minute left on the timer.

“We’re going to have the most beautiful baby, amor. He or she will be perfect in every shape and form. She will have your gorgeous hair and your silly laugh. She will have your mother’s eyes and your father’s smile. She will play football for Blaugrana because I said so.”

You smack her chest and roll your eyes, yelling in shock when the timer goes off. You physically feel your blood pressure skyrocket and your anxiety tingles in your chest. You gently jump off the counter and reach for Alexia’s hand. She takes the test in her hand and slowly turns it over. You’ve got your hands over your eyes and you can barely breathe before she gasps. You’re about to start crying when she whispers the words you’ve been waiting to hear for three years.

“It’s positive.”

She drops the test on the counter and picks you up, hugging you tight. She puts you down and your lips smash together, excited for your miracle baby to enter your lives.

Nine months and the easiest labor all the nurses told you, you held Ellie in your arms. She was the most beautiful thing you ever laid your eyes on. She was gorgeous, a perfect blend of you and Alexia.

She grew up in the blink of an eye, taking her first steps in the gym of Johan Cruyff, saying Mommy as her first word much to Alexia’s chagrin, her first birthday in Eli’s backyard with all the Barça girls, the girls doting on her every time she followed Alexia to training, playdates with Mateo and being pampered by Alexia when you were away for work.

Now at 6 years old, how do you explain to a child that she’s going to die?

I’ll hold your hand till the very end.

No parent should ever bury their child. Everyone knows there is no pain like losing a child. Ellie was in no pain as she deteriorated. She lost all of her beautiful brown hair in three weeks since you found out her diagnosis. She couldn’t go to school and could barely kick a football with Mama. It broke Alexia’s heart when Ellie could no longer pass balls to her in the backyard. You put Ellie to bed for the night and cradled an inconsolable Alexia in your arms for an hour till she stopped crying.

To everyone’s surprise, Alexia was the one whose face was not without a tear even for a second. You held it together well, making all the necessary arrangements to make Ellie as comfortable as possible. After everything was done, you drove home together, hand in hand in your lap. No words were exchanged but all the words that needed to be said were said.

The moment the front door locked, it was like a dam was broken. The wail you let out was a sound that even Alexia had never heard you make before. The pain in your chest was like nothing you’ve ever felt before. You felt your heart being ripped out of your chest at the thought of having to wake up without Ellie jumping on your bed begging for Alexia to make her breakfast.

Alexia could only hope that time would put you back together and that the loss of a child wasn’t something that would ruin you both past the point of no return.

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outsideratheart · 11 months

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Decisions, decisions (Alexia Putellas x reader)

A/N: Chapter 2 in the Legacy series

You wish you could say you had been able to put your departure from Ajax to the back of your mind as you prepared for and played the World Cup with The Netherlands. The team had made base in Paris for the last two games of the tournament. It was a city you had always found peace in whenever you visited.

So far The Netherlands had reached the semi finals after beating Japan in the round of 16 games thanks to two penalties from you and then you beat Italy in the quarter finals with goals coming from you and Viv. Most of the world hadn’t seen you play with you playing in the Dutch league but this tournament it seemed that everyone had eyes on you.

The semi final was something that you found incredible difficult. Madgalena Erikkson did a very good job at marking you, in fact you had less touches in that game that you had in any other game throughout the tournament. It didn’t matter though because Jackie managed to score in the 99th minute, a goal which you somehow assisted. It was a goal that would send you to the World Cup final. As you embraced the woman that had been stuck to your side the entire game, she whispered something in your ear that you didn’t expect.

You’ll make my job hard next season if you go to arsenal.

It wasn’t public knowledge that you planned on leaving Ajax. The fans had doubts every summer transfer window because they knew you deserved to play at a higher level but you never gave then any reason to think you were planning on leaving them.

A few days later the team had a day off and whilst you did spend the day with them, you were ready for some time to relax so you and Viv went back to the hotel with the promise that you will meet back up with the team later for some food.

A couple of hours later you no longer want to be alone so you to go to Viv’s room

“Are you ready for the final?” Viv asked as the two of you took refuge in her room.

The national team were your family but they could be a bit much sometimes and Viv shared your need for peace when things got too hectic. She could also tell something had been bothering you but she wasn’t one to push when you weren’t ready to talk about it.

When Viv gets only a hum in response she notices that you have your attention on the phone in your hands. It was obvious that whatever you were reading made you feel uneasy because your eyebrows furrowed, something that happens when you’re thinking deeply.

“Y/N” Viv’s words fall on deaf ears. It is only when she throws Flip at you do you look up at her before going into the bathroom.

Something was definitely wrong. Your eyes were glassed over.

There on your phone was the headline that sent your thoughts running a hundred miles an hour and led you chest to feel like it was being weighed down by an anvil.

JOHAN CRUYFF’S DAUGHTER TO FOLLOW IN HER FATHER’S FOOTSTEPS. WILL SHE SHINE BRIGHT OR SETTLE IN HIS SHADOW?

Viv knew the struggles you had been facing and whilst Barcelona was a dream she knew you had been struggling with thought of being in a city that held such strong memories of your father.

There was a sense of betrayal in your gut. You wasn’t sure if it was someone within your management team, Barcelona or Arsenal but now the world was talking when you wanted this topic to remain silent.

When you re entered the bedroom it felt smaller than before. Viv didn’t know what to say and within seconds her decision to comfort you is taken away from her because Danielle and Lieke come barging in. Both of them, oblivious to what they were walking into, make it clear that you are to rejoin the team. Viv tries to tell them that you aren’t feeling it but you cut her off.

“Actually I have somewhere else to be but it’s on the way so I’ll walk with you”

The three Dutch women give you a shared look. You didn’t have any media or appearances because today was the mandatory day off so where could you possibly be going.

The four of you walk along the streets of Paris for twenty minutes before you bid your farewells. Viv and Danielle didn’t know the significance of the hotel you were stopping at but Lieke did.

“This is where some of the Spain girls are staying. Are you going to see anyone in particular?” Lieke knew this is where some of her friends are staying. Their World Cup journey may have been over but they were still football fans and they wanted to support their club team mate in what could be one the biggest games of her career. Lieke of course thought there could be other reasons but whenever she brought it up she got shut down very quickly.

“A friend” you reply was short and gave very little away.

It wasn’t a lie. You were going to see a friend, you just wasn’t stating which Spanish player you were going to see. Whilst Danielle had your attention, Viv told Lieke about the article that had changed your mood drastically. Your best friend has a feeling who you were going to see given that you had kept very close eyes on a certain Catalonian during the tournament and said woman had been pestering her for your phone number but she didn’t want to get involved. Lieke knew she would have to let this play out organically even if it would be painful to watch.

It’s save to say Lieke had to do a double take when she saw a group of familiar faces walk past her.

“Lieke!”

“Alexia”

She wasn’t who Lieke expected to see on the streets of Paris. If Alexia was here who had you gone to see at their hotel. It is pure coincidence that her club team mates were on their way to a restaurant close to hers so they walk together.

“I saw the article. How is she?”

Alexia had put herself in a difficult position. She wanted to be your team mate but given her own loss she wanted to make sure you were ok. She couldn’t imagine what it must be like to have strangers constantly remind you of the person you have lost.

“That depends on why you’re asking. Do you want to know because part of you cares or because you want to know her decision?”

The brunette regretted the way she interrogated you that night is Barcelona. Even though you offered her a fresh start, she hated to think that you saw her as Joan Laporta’s spy. Even if you didn’t sign for Barcelona she hoped that you could be friends.

“Lieke, I told you I’m sorry for what I did in barcelona and to answer your question, I’m asking because well, because I care about her. she—“

“Ale are you talking about Y/N again” Mapi comes out of nowhere “You know if you like her then you should ask her out. Don’t pry Lieke for information”

“That’s not what I’m doing” Flush floods Alexia’s cheeks.

“Y/N’s ok, I think” Lieke ignores Mapi’s teasing and answers Alexia’s question “She‘s actually at your hotel. I thought you might have been going to see you but you’re here”

Alexia wonders why your best friend thought you would be with her?

“Why would she have come to see me?”

“Alexia you are Barcelona and between you and me, I think she is leaning towards joining us. You also know the pain she feels on a daily basis”

Alexia rarely spoke about her father but the loss was known within the team.

“I would be there for her” she barely knew you but this much she was certain on.

“I know you would”

Meanwhile you sat in the lobby of a hotel you had no right to be in. You needed to speak to someone that knew you but that you didn’t have any responsibilities with, at least not yet. You had kept in contact throughout the competition, both been the outside perspective that the other one needed.

Now you had to remember which room she was in and pray that you don’t rub into any of her team mates. You wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries.

401, 402, 404 and then 405, her room. You knock quietly hoping not to interrupt anything or risk waking her up if for some reason she is asleep. After knocking for the third time with no answer you take it as a sign that you showing up uninvited wasn’t a good idea. When you are half way down the hallway you hear the door opening.

“Y/N is that you?” The Spanish accent is thick but easily understandable.

“I was just leaving, sorry to bother you”

“Don’t be silly, come in”

“Thank you Tana”

It felt strange to be in her hotel room and you didn’t know where you should sit so you choose to stand against the TV unit.

Both of you wait for the other to speak which leads to silence. It’s not exactly comfortable but it’s not awkward either. A few seconds pass and both of you start laughing to fill the empty space.

“It got out”

“I saw. Are you going to say anything” Aitana asks and she gets a shake of a head in response.

“I just want to play football. It’s all i‘ve ever wanted and now I’m a story”

The small Catalonian hands you a bottle of water out of the mini fridge.

“Can I ask you a question as friend and not as a player?” You ask her.

“You mean a player who plays for Barca?” The look she receives gives her the answer “Right now I’m your friend”

“Before I start I want you to know that I haven’t made up my mind yet but if I were to sign for Barcelona would they be able to get over my last name?”

Your team mates up until now had always let you be your own person. Ajax and the National team meant a lot to your father but you were never compared to him within the team. One of the reasons why is because they met him. The got to know Johan the supportive father but in Barcelona they only knew or knew of Johan Cruyff the legend, the man who invented Barcelona football.

“Your last name means something to the club and the team. If you sign for Barcelona you will become a part of our family. Some of the girls may freak out at the beginning. They will ask you questions about him but they mean nothing by it”

“You didn’t. I’ve known you for a few years now and you never asked about him even though I know you are a huge fan. You wear his number for god’s sake”

“I am huge fan of your fathers but when Barcelona first asked me to work with the foundation and work with you, that is what really excited me. I am a Y/N Cruyff fan first and a Johan Cruyff fan second”

“That’s not true” you laugh at her effort to make you feel better.

“It’s an even tie. I guess what I’m trying to say is I got to you know you as a person. At the minute the girls don’t know you like I do but once they do I promise they won’t see you for your last name”

“Ok”

“Ok? So does that mean you’re coming to Barca?” The young midfielder couldn’t help herself. She wanted you to come to the team for more reasons than one.

“Nice try. I have a few weeks to make my decision”

Not wanting to overstay your welcome given that you weren’t invited in the first place, you thank Aitana for listening before bidding her farewell.

“We are going to Ibiza after the final. If you want to you could join us and get to know your my team mates you know just in case you join us. Feel free to invite some of your friends too”

“I just might take you up on that offer Aitana. Thank you again. I’ll see you in a few days, maybe”

“Good luck for the final”

If only her well wishes worked. The Netherlands end up losing 2-0 in the final against the United States. It was a heart breaking loss but you chose to focus on what you could learn from the game and be proud of the fact that you made the World Cup final in the first place. It would hurt for a while but you could think of worse places to wallow than in Ibiza with your closest friends and those that could soon be your new team mates.

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nytb · 1 year

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Not That Blaugrana

Click Here first <3

Blaugrana, catalan for blue and red and in Y/N's case; her next colors, but not those of Fc Barcelona. Last minute, rumors shifted. Lyon's interest in Frankfurt's star was made public and Y/N loved it.

Staying in Germany wasn't in her plans. Once upon a time, Frankfurt had given Y/N everything she wanted, served it up on a silver platter - but what she truly desired - beating Fc Barcelona on the big stage? They couldn't provide it.

Back in Barcelona, everybody was convinced that Y/N would sign for them, the board, the dressing room, the fans - everybody was getting ready for her return, at the end of the day, Y/N was a La Masia graduate and as she showed, she was more culé than Cruyff himself.

Or that's what they thought.

'Y/N, Frankfurt's star leaves the Germans for the French giants', 'Y/N on the move: Lyon pay a record signing fee for the Spaniard'

The media was going crazy, the biggest transfer upset just happened - the ultimate backstabbing - Y/N kept Fc Barcelona on their toes until the final second, signing for the French club instead.

Fans were heartbroken, Barca shirts with her name and number were thrown out, some even burned. Y/N had made culé's hearts tear to shreds.

The Barcelona group chat? In shambles - shade being thrown, blaming teammates, crying, feelings of betrayal. Y/N had managed to break the dressing room with a simple signature.

Y/N's phone blew up, on the other side Mapi was close to tears, angry at her decision. What did this mean for them?

"Why why why" the defender muttered as soon as her lover picked up the phone. Mapi relentlessly called Y/N, not taking silence for an answer "I thought you were happy here" Leon was slowly giving up on their 'love story'.

"Cutie, I told you - this was never serious for me" Y/N knew of the pain she was inflicting, but she didn't stop "We are only fuck buddies" she laughed "Great ones"

The defender was heartbroken, all her fantasies, her future - a future with Y/N playing in their backyard with their German Shepherd, their firstborn hanging from Y/N's neck, their house: a three bedroom bungalow filled with plants, filled with love, a house on a field in the Catalan countryside - its was all broken, lying on the floor like shattered glass after a hurricane.

Y/N had turned into Mapi's Alexia. The person who now betrayed the defender in a way that tore the defender apart. Was she not good enough for Y/N?

It was a tough pill to swallow, but the defender pushed through. Having the Catalonian by her side - in any capacity - was enough for her; at least for now.

Ignoring her team's feelings on the matter, Mapi helped Y/N set up her apartment in France. A lovely two bedroom penthouse, uncluttered, minimalist, the whole of Lyon on display from her balcony. That view at night, the shining stars, the warm breeze, the constant noise.

It was everything Y/N loved, something that contrasted with Leon's pursuit of calmness, quiet, peace.

Shirts being ripped, uncontrollable hands traveling across their bodies, nails dug into the defender's back releasing all the pleasure she caused, hickeys decorating each other's bodies.

Y/N's first days in France were a dream, with the blonde defender by her side, amazing food, breathtaking sex. She had everything she desired.

Things changed, the role Mapi played in Y/N's life became significant. Unwavering trust, undeniable chemistry, Y/N could no longer remain unreachable. Something had to give in.

Both stars were having the season of their lives. Who knew that being on top of your game required trips across Europe.

Mapi's Barcelona were, like always, ruling the league and national cups. Scoring goals for fun, automatisms returned: no pass failed to get to its destination.

For Y/N's Lyon, it looked promising. Unbeaten in the league, perfect cup run thus far, injuries kept to a minimum. It looked like the French giants were returning to their roots.

Champions league ahead, chaos struck - Y/N had had enough - the pressure finally gave in, everything crumbled to the ground.

"We have to talk" their date couldn't have started in a worse way "I can't just be on your speed dial every time you want to get back at somebody" the defender's declaration ignited rage inside Y/N.

Sure, Y/N had called Mapi for instant pleasure anytime something went wrong and contrary to what the public saw; a lot of things were going south for Y/N.

Her incorporation to the team hadn't gelled; sidelined by teammates, everybody knew of her culé past, her fling with the Spanish defender, they all doubted Y/N's reasons for choosing Lyon over her beloved club. Was she Barcelona's secret weapon?

"You know what" Y/N exploded, standing explosively from her chair, their romantic dinner date came to an end "I'm tired of this shit, you think that you ever were anything more than a way for me to get revenge?" That was it, no going back now "Get over yourself Leon, we're done"

Y/N left Barcelona that night, promising herself that her return would bring pain to whoever had wronged her.

Weeks of hurt, loneliness, crying. Both stars were now aching. Y/N's words had left her mouth without giving herself a chance to think. Was she regretting her choices? Her words?

An ego too big to beg for forgiveness, Y/N stuck with her decision; maybe a clean break with anything that came with a Barcelona tag attached was necessary.

Diving head first into football, Y/N slowly gained Lyon's trust. Her goals were celebrated by the whole team, individual celebratory handshakes with her new soulmates - Ada Hegerberg; their hatred for the Blaugrana club brought them together - and Van De Donk; their recent party antics made them the perfect duo.

Parties paid by Y/N's checks, the wage she was getting from Lyon was more than enough to rent out mansions just for fun. The dressing room was now united, they had unwavering trust in Y/N. They now knew that she was on their side.

Y/N was now their star.

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slimthicksonnett · 2 years

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131 w/ Aitana, please.

“I’ll spend a thousand lifetimes coming back to you” // Aitana Bonmati (870 words)

The trade hadn’t been easy on anyone.

But without a doubt, Aitana had taken it the hardest.

Ever since Barcelona had announced that you’d be returning to the States, practices felt longer, her legs felt heavier. Football felt less fun.

They all knew it was what had to be done for your career. Now that you were a regular with the USWNT, it would’ve been impractical for you to stay overseas.

But knowing it was necessary didn’t make things any easier.

8 months. It had been almost 8 months since you’d gone back to Washington D.C. It had all been hard, but with the season having just started back up, your absence had grown harder to ignore.

At least when she was on international duty, she had been able to pretend everything was normal. You weren’t ever with her there anyways! And back in the one bedroom apartment in Barcelona, she could pretend that your side of the bed was only empty because you were away following your dreams with your national team too. You’d be back. You always came back.

“You with us, chica?” It was Alexia who asked, looking at the younger midfielder sympathetically from her spot leaned against the wall.

Aitana hadn’t even realized she’d been staring at the empty locker that should’ve been yours until the voice of her injured captain snapped her back to reality.

“Sí.” Aitana responded as she shook her head, attempting to find some clarity.

—

“Could you stop shakin!” Erin laughed, swatting playfully as your leg bounced restlessly.

Playing at Cruyff was one thing, but sitting in the stands was a whole different experience.

“Leave her be, she’s nervous!” Ellie sniped at the Scott who wore a smug smile on your face.

“Nervous to see your girl?” She teased, searching for a rise out of you but only earning an eye roll and your middle finger.

Of course you were nervous. After a tough end to your season with the Spirits, you were terrified to come home to watch Barcelona play. You’d been working so hard to get back here, done everything in your power and then some.

Luckily, your anxious thoughts were interrupted by the starting whistle.

As always, it was a tense game against Madrid and you were secretly glad Aitana was benched.

And then Mariona decided she wanted to show off.

And everything was normal again.

7-0. The entire stadium was celebrating, and you gladly would’ve let yourself get swept up into it if security hadn’t shown up to grab you.

“No fair!” Erin whined as you shot her a wink, utilizing your player privilege to be escorted down to the locker room instead of having to bend over the barrier to greet your girlfriend who still somehow had no idea you were there.

When you reached the familiar room, your heart was back in your throat. You didn't know what to say.

Until,

“Y/N, it’s nice to have you home.” It was Giráldez who had spotted you in the hallway, the new coach holding out a hand in greeting.

“It’s nice to be home, sir.” You answered, shaking his hand and bowing your head in greeting.

“I trust you’ve worked everything out?” He asked, a smile on your face as his hand clasped your shoulder. Meanwhile, your eyes were wide in shock.

Ever since you'd left, you'd been working on coming back. It wasn't a secret, and the Spirits had done everything they could to support you. At least, your teammates had. You were almost certain those girls would move heaven and earth to see you happy.

“You mean you all still…” You couldn’t finish the thought before your manager nodded to silence your doubts.

“We’d be stupid not to. Now, go tell those girls. They’ve missed you.” With a final gentle squeeze he let you go, laughing as you were practically bouncing with excitement.

Without any further thought on the matter, you threw the locker room doors open. Apparently it was the right move to make because you couldn’t even get a greeting out of your mouth before your teammates descended on you.

“Y/N!” Mapi screamed, the defender being the first to see you. Closely following her were Patri and Mario, the trio fighting to get to you first.

“Cálmate cálmate!” You laughed, shaking your friends off so you could hug them one by one.

“Y/NN?” Suddenly everyone parted, the girls who had been hanging off of you understanding immediately what was most important in this moment.

“Tana!” The grin that took over your face was as blinding as the light that shone through Aitana’s eyes as the smaller girl launched herself onto you.

It was with ease that you scooped your girlfriend into your arms, her legs wrapping around your waist as your arms supported her. She placed a kiss to your lips immediately, earning a round of cheers from the rest of the girls.

“What are you doing here?” Aitana asked, leaning back so her hands cupped your cheeks and your foreheads rested together.

“I’m coming home, Tana.” You answered honestly, soaking in the gasps of shock from everyone in the room.

“Home? You’re coming home? As in here? You’re… you’re coming back to me?” Aitana could barely believe it, her eyes somehow even wider than they had been when you’d walked in.

“I’ll spend a thousand lifetimes coming back to you, mi alma.”

And with that the locker room exploded into another round of cheers as Aitana kissed you once again.

Home. You were coming home.

#woso imagine #espwnt imagine #request list!#slimthickficlets

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footygirl114 · 2 years

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Mujer policia (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

Yet another idea I could not get out of my head, after watching too many police dramas. Hope y’all enjoy it, I definitely can feel at least another part maybe 2 more depending on how angsty I wanna get with it though. Let me know what we think.

You had just moved to Barcelona from England, you had moved to Barcelona for a job in the police force. Your mother was Spanish but married an Englishman which is why you grew up there. You were pretty decent in understanding Spanish which made the move much easier. Starting fresh in a new country and a new city was exactly what you needed after a rough last year.

On your last night off before you officially started at your new precinct the next morning you ventured into a local bar near to your apartment. Sitting alone at the bar was the perfect opportunity to people watch and get some interaction after unpacking a quiet apartment all by yours self for the last few day, what you did not expect was for a beautiful blonde Spaniard to approach you.

“Hola! Debes ser nuevo aquí, ya que recordaría a alguien tan hermoso como tú.” She said to you.

You starred on very confused because you did not think that anyone would actually come up and talk to you, but also because you just couldn’t understand what she was saying as it was spoken so fast.

“Lo siento, you must not speak Spanish, let me try again in English. Hello Beautiful, you must be new around here” The gorgeous girl said to you in english.

Again you could not believe that she approached you let alone, was trying to flirt!

“Im sorry, I shouldn’t have approached you and made you uncomfortable” the girl said as she turned away bright red.

You reached out and put a hand on her arm and said “no, you did not make me uncomfortable, I just couldn’t believe you approached me at all”

A smile spread across her face as she said “I do not believe that, you are gorgeous. I’m Alexia”

“Y/N” as you shook hands and your hands lingered in a loose hand hold.

“So are you here on vacation?” she asked

“No, i just moved here actually” You responded to her question. The next hour was spent at the bar with Alexia, things were very light and flirty and when she asked if you wanted to get out of there you did not hesitate to say yes.

*****

When you woke the next morning, you realised three things; the first being that thank goodness you had the foresight to set an alarm on your watch, the second being that you were not in your apartment, third the naked body spooned into your back felt amazing. Slowly turning over you remembered how beautiful that girl was, you also saw the clock on the bedside table and knew you had to leave if you didn’t want to be late for your first shift.

You slowly extracted your self from her hold, gathered your clothes and purse from the bedroom floor and snuck out of the room. After you were dressed you debated on leaving a note or going back in and waking her up, but your alarm went off again and you knew you had to leave.

On your walk back home you wished you could go back, but you knew that you stood no chance with a girl like that and it was better to leave it as it is and dive into your new job and life.

****

Over the next month you spent most of your time at work on patrol with your new partner, or at the local gym as you had started to slack off in your fitness routines with the move. Most nights you barley managed to feed your self before passing out. You did have many dreams about the gorgeous girl you met but all you knew was her first name and that she was a local and grew up in Catalonia and that she loved football.

Walking into work the next morning your station chief approached you and asked “Y/N! You have been doing very well on patrols, I wanted to see if you were up for a change in roles this Saturday?”

“Thank you sir! What would you like me to do?” You asked him

He responded with “We need a few officers to be present at the Stadium Johan Cruyff for the first home game of the Barcelona Femeni team on Saturday. Mainly you would just be a presence on the sidelines in case any situations happen. You would also have one of the best views of the game though and you would be able to watch as well.”

You couldn’t believe it, coming from England you were a big footy fan and you used to attend any games you could. Although you hadn’t been to one in the last year. “Of course sir! I would be happy to do that, thank you for the opportunity!”

“You’ll need to be there in uniform on Saturday at noon, you can come in here and the other officers will all head in together.”

*****

On Saturday, walking into the stadium was a dream. You had never actually been on the field side of the barriers, but you knew that you wanted to be here any chance you had. You never really followed any teams outside of England, so it was crazy how the women’s team here had such support and a fan base.

“Y/N! You will be on the opposite end of the Home team bench. There is a seat set up for you to hang out on, keep an eye on the players and the fans behind them as they can get very pushy for selfies and autographs. Most fans will wait till after the game but keep an eye out before!” Your superior officer told you as he was handing out assignments.

Not realising that this team was very successful, and had just come off a Champions League winning season, you couldn’t believe that fans would actually get the crazy. At the look on your face your boss told you “Yes, this team is insanely good and they have the best player in the world on the pitch, fans will do anything to get a picture with her”

“Well what number is she so I can keep my eyes out for her then” you ask him as players start to come out of the tunnel for warm ups.

“Number 11, but that’s her coming out of the tunnel right now” he points her out to you.

At that moment you lock eyes with the gorgeous girl who you left alone in her bed a month ago, and who has been on your mind ever since. She stops dead in her tracks as she makes eye contact with you, causing her teammates to run into her back.

“Alexia! Watch out!” a player yells at her but she just cant seem to start moving after noticing you.

You now know why things never got more personal with her when you were talking. She’s the best football player in the world of course she wasn’t going to tell you that. You knew you were probably just a distraction from the famous life she lives. You break eye contact with her and wander over to your spot on the sidelines.

Alexia regains her bearings and heads on onto the field as well, all well thinking about the blue-eyed beauty she thought she would never see again. All she has done over the last month was think about you, and any free evening she had around trainings and sponsorship things she was at the bar hoping that you would show up. Now she knew she had over 90 minutes to impress you and hope it was enough for you to stick around after the game and talk to you.

****

You couldn’t take your eyes off her the whole match, she was beautiful and amazing and you understood why she was the best payer in the world. It didn’t help that every time she scored, which she scored three times this game, she would look over to you and make eye contact that would send shivers down your spine. You were glad that no fans got crazy because you are not sure if you would even notice.

It was nearing the end of the injury time and you knew you had to make a decision and decide if you were going to stay and speak to her post game or try to avoid her. When the final whistle blows and you were getting ready to speak to her, your boss comes over and lets you know that you are needed on crowd control at the players entrance as the fans were already starting to gather and try to pictures and autographs.

You end up outside the back door ensuring that no fans were able to get into restricted areas, it was over an hour later when the crowds cleared up as almost all players had left, you knew though that you hadn’t seen her yet, but thought maybe she would go another way to avoid the crowds.

After you are dismissed from your work you head back inside to gather your stuff before heading back to the station, as your walking down the hall an arm reaches out and yanks you into a closet.

You react as you are trained to do and have the attacker subdued with their hands behind there back pressed up against the door within seconds, its only when you hear “Y/N its me Alexia” does your mind stop and realise she’s not a threat.

“Im sorry, you scared the crap out of me, You definitely cannot sneak up on me like that” You tell her.

“Lo siento, I just needed to see you alone, and I wasn’t sure if you would come willingly or not” she tells you.

At this point she has turned around and you notice that she has changed out of her uniform and is freshly showered and standing inches in front of you. “Hi, i was planning on seeing you after the game but duty calls” as you gesture to your uniform.

She takes a long slow drag of your uniform when she says “Yes, you were very distracting today in that uniform, but I hope you enjoyed the three goals I scored for you”

You feel it then too, the air becomes charged and you cant help it but to lean in closer and whisper in her ear “I was expecting more goals from the best player in the world, the ballon d’or winner, la reina as all your fans have been calling you today”

At this she grabs you and presses her lips against yours, you sigh and melt into her hold and kiss.

When the need to breath becomes apparent you both pull back and she says “I wish you didn’t sneak out, or at least have left me your number. I have not been able to stop thinking about you. I have gone back to the bar so many times hoping you would be there”

You're shocked at this admission, but cant help but feel a tiny seed of hope bloom in your chest. “Alexia I-“ your radio that you had completely forgot was attached to you uniform goes off “Y/N? Do we need to send a search party, we have been waiting for 10 mins! Vamos! Vamos!”

You take one more look at her at this, and say “Im sorry I have to go, but I will be at the bar tonight, if you want to finish our chat then meet me there?” You press your lips to hers one more time before you exit the closet.

You just hoped that the seed of hope in your chest will still be there tomorrow.

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

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17berlin · 5 months

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Total Feedback 月日：1/30(日) 会場：高円寺HIGH 開演：15:30 出演：cruyff in the bedroom / RAY / Moon In June / キュビノワ / 17歳とベルリンの壁配信チケット https://koenjihigh.zaiko.io/_item/345858

#live

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shoegazefagdyke · 8 months

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a cover i did a while back

#SoundCloud

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sonic-vacation · 2 years

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JAPANESE SHOEGAZE

Burrrn - Shut My Eyes

Tokyo Shoegazer - Bright

Clams - P-nut Butter Irony

Hartfield - Strangers When We Meet

Kinoko Teikoku - Whirlpool

Pastel Blue - Sea Saw Song

Shelling - Unfading Scent

Pasteboard - Breakbeats

Oeil - Strawberry Cream

My Dead Girlfriend - Sweet Days And Her Last Kiss

Luminous Orange - Drop Your Vivid Colours

Plastic Girl In Closet - Like A Strawberry

Cruyff In The Bedroom - Yasasihikari

Sphere - Echo And Narcissus

The Pillows. Fuzzass.

#Japanese Shoegaze

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dootsnaps · 1 year

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i did a music check it out

#shoegaze #SoundCloud

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ekourege · 5 months

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#avi.txt #jams #Spotify

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harrison-abbott · 2 years

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STARLIGHT MELODIES

He went up to the supermarket to get his poison. Something was jarred under his shoulder; woke out of a violent dream earlier, sleeping in his hoody and jeans. Boo hoo. He’d lived off grid for half a decade, now, he thought, grimly, as he took up the trail, through the woody path, the leaves turning in autumnal oranges. Who was he? It felt like he used to belong to a persona, in childhood, but didn’t anymore. What was the point in buying the newspaper? It’d just be filled with bodycounts and climate warnings. He skipped past that bit and went to the poison section. Loaded up a crate in the basket and one under his arm. Paid for them at the counter after the young dude had cleared him for ID. (The young dude was this red-haired, camp guy who was perfectly pleasant; and he wished that he could swap places with this younger man: that he could be him instead: that he wasn’t so hooked on this drug, that he wasn’t so glued in, in life, stuck.)

But then he was outside again. It was warm, for October. On the way back home he thought about the past; the palmful of times he’d gotten jumped; the historical mockery he got from his siblings: how much he hated his mother. Silently furious, all these useless memories. He opened the can and drank. And wasn’t sure whether it helped or not, with his mind. He was just doing it anyway.

Inside his bedroom he flicked on the radio. Some Italian classical station that had about twelve international listeners and no adverts on it. And he tried to shut his mind away in this book that was set in 19th century little England. It was blissfully written and almost nothing happened in it despite it being four hundred pages long with tiny print. The former point made it readable. Used lots of symbolism; with the landscape versus the people on top of it: how small people were in comparison to the land. And storms and rainful and winter frost and so on thrown in, to make it slightly lively. That kinda thing. He thought this kind of material would not get published these days. Despite how good it is. And he knew that if he went into work and asked anybody if they knew this writer, they would say no. Not that it mattered, coz nobody in his workplace read books. None of em.

He finished the novel and ticked off the box on his ‘autumn reading list’. Which had an all right amount finished already, but not nearly enough. His mind was hazy. And he kept slapping his arms together in these small furious bouts of wrath, based on the past: where he wish he’d retaliated against the bullies. Got those cunts back. (Nothing so violent occurred in the Thomas Hardy novel.) And these insignificant bruises appeared on his right wrist, next to the now-whitened scars which spidered vertically the other direction. He played some football videogame and the virtual Classic Netherlands team nearly beat him. Van Basten and Cruyff. He pissed in the toilet.

Should he write some stories? He almost wished that he’d never signed up to literature. For, words do do funny things to the mind. They create all of these myriad networks; allow the imagination to plunge and plunder. And often they put one in a cage, for days, where you can do nothing but think. Wallow, rather, within this box of language. History/letters/memory/fear/conflict. So much that you could scream for somebody to come set you free. But none shall come. Doesn’t work that way.

Then the track switched on the radio. He knew it. From long ago, and hadn’t heard it in a while. It was silvery and precious. Starlight melodies, making him forget himself. He needn’t be him anymore. He stopped and listened and closed his eyes. Upright and balanced once again.

#prose #fiction #short stories

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