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꒰꒰‧₊˚𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ─ 𝐉𝐁𝟓 ˚₊· ꒱꒱
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─ summary . . . ❨ the daughter of lewis hamilton and a 3 time f1 world champion life is pretty great especially now that you have found a special someone ❩ ─ pairing . . . ❨ jude bellingham x fem! hamilton! redbull! f1 driver! reader ❩ ─ genre . . . ❨ social media file ❩ ─ author note . . . ❨ okay so I got this idea like a year ago and I have now finally gotten time to make it happen so enjoy! ❩
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yourinstagram . 4hrs ago
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yourinstagram winter break photodump pt. 5
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user my wife is a madrid...I don't know what to do with why self now
user stay away from my wifey mr. hey jude lookin ass
user MR BELLINGHAM WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE
user it couple is cookin ya'll
user love that mother is living her best life
user bae wake up Y/N posted a winter break photo dump
user OKAY BUT THAT LAST PIC EXCUSE ME?!?!?!
user madam who got you those flowers
user jude better be careful or papa hamilton gonna have his head if he even thinks about trying anything with his daughter
user why am I kinda living from the idea of these two being a couple
user are you dating jude?
user Y/N come home the kids miss you
user 4th wdc pending...
user so we all know who the guy in the last slide is right?
user love my soon to be parents
user the queen soft launching wasn't on my 2024 bingo card
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TRENTSKI
JUDITH
EXPLAIN YOUR SELF
JUDITH
huh?
RICE RICE BABY
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did you really think you could sneek your way into Y/N Hamilton's ig dump and we wouldn't find out?
JUDITH
yes?
SANCHOOOO
SO YOU ADMIT IT
IT IS YOU
MEEK MEALS
glad you finally got together
I was getting sick and tired of you talking about her 24/7
JACK RABBIT
I'm surprised he even got the strength to talk to her
STAR BOY
right?
his brain normally turns to mush when ever her name is mentioned
proud of you bro
JUDITH
thx kyo
I always knew you were a real one
TRENTSKI
damn I see how it is then....
RICE RICE BABY
trents going dark lads
in his sad girl era
PHIL CHEESE STAKE
so wait who knows about you 2 being together?
SANCHOOOO
besides the entire intent after that photo dump?
MEEK MEALS
LMFAOOO
STAR BOY
tell lewis he's the goat
JUDITH
hahah funny
let us have our damatic soft launch
obvi you guys know
the only others that know are max, sebastian, and charles
I'll let lewis know when he figures out I'm dating his daughter this Saturday
JACK RABBIT
mate your fucked
TRENTSKI
DAMN
secret forbbiden romance
didn't know you were built like that jude
MEEK MEALS
what do you mean Lewis fucking Hamilton doesn't know you are dating HIS DAUGHTER
SANCHOOOO
pray for jude guys
these might be his last days with us
STAR BOY
he shall be missed
JACK RABBIT
dw jude I'll delete your search history of you stalking Y/N's ig and twitter
JUDITH
thanks guys...
wiss me luck
TRENTSKI
break a leg
RICE RICE BABY
don't die
MEEK MEALS
good luck
SANCHOOOO
you going to die
STAR BOY
what colour coffin do you want?
I'm thinking bright pink and rinestones
JACK RABBIT
do you need a get away driver?
PHIL CHEESE STAKE
before you die get me and ronnie a hat singed by Y/N and Lewis
JUDITH
I feel so loved rn
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lewishamilton replied to your story!
he's a good lad
but if he hurt's you
winning a trohpy will be the last of his concern
okay dad I'll relay that message to him
good
also don't forget to use projection...
DAD OMG STOP
carlossainz55 replied to your story!
¡HALA MADRID!
maxverstappen1 replied to your story!
Christian is asking if Jude wants to come to the team dinner before the livery launch?
also if he hurts you I will run him over with our matching aston martins
landonorris replied to your story!
what does he smell like?
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thelvsickgirl · 3 months
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he’s absolutely right
please fuck me raw
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the-offside-rule · 2 months
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Pablo Gavi (FCBarcelona) - Love Lies
Requested: yes
Prompts: 32) "Keep the jersey on."
                   43) "I'm in the better position to be giving a tantrum right now."
Warnings: smut, 18+, cheating (???), angst, kinda sad at the end
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The final whistle blew and up stood Ana, clapping meloncholically along with the other fans in the Parc Montjuiic. Y/n stood up too to clap along. "What a game." Ana said, disappointed. "But Pablo is going to be so happy because of his assist." Y/n rolled her eyes as Ana mentioned her boyfriend again. Pablo Gavi was known to most as the young and upcoming talent in Barcelona, but Y/n knew him as her ex-roommates annoying boyfriend that would stop at nothing to annoy her. "Yeah, he will be so happy." Y/n said sarcastically. "Oh come on. Don't be like that. We still need to get you a date with Pedri or one of the other guys." Ana smiled, slinging her arms around her friend. "If they're anything like your golden boy, I don't want them."
Ana and Y/n stood awaiting Pablo and in the meantime rated different players for Y/n to date. Unfortunately for Ana none of the players peaked Y/n's interest, and thankfully for Y/n, Ana's boyfriend had finally showed up. "Hi babe!" Y/n looked at Pablo, more like a glare. "I'm so sorry about the game." Ana offered a soft smile to her boyfriend. "Yeah. It happens." He replied. "Y/n." She arched a brow. "Gavira." He chuckled. "I thought you said we weren't allowed to be like this anymore?" Pablo asked Ana. "I- You're not. Y/n what the hell?" Y/n rolled her eye set again. "Yeah, roll your eyes further. You might find a brain in that skull of yours." Y/n gasped. "Okay! Stop! This is no way to treat your guest, babe!" Both Pablo and Y/n looked at Ana confused. Guest? "Come back to ours!" Y/n looked back to Pablo, rolling his eyes at the sheer idea of her coming back for a few drinks. "I don't think that's a good idea-"
"Oh come on! Please?" Y/n looked into her friends eyes. She couldn't say no. "Only for a little while." Y/n replied quietly. Ana squealed and hugged her friend tightly. "My two favourite people having drinks with me. My lucky day." Ana chuckled. The trio got into the car and headed home. It was how their hangouts usually went; Pablo and Ana talking the whole time whilst Y/n sat in the back on her phone, practically forgotten about. Y/n was walking around the house aimlessly as Pablo and Ana did....couple things. She felt uncomfortable and the sooner she could get home, the better. Her phone buzzed, pulling her from her thoughts.
When you're coming up, could you bring me some perfume from the en suite plz???
Y/n looked at the text a bit confused, but wanting to be a good friend, she agreed. Y/n walked upstairs to meet the couple but make a quick stop at their bedroom. She stopped as she spotted Pablo rummaging around for something in the bathroom. "What are you looking for?" Y/n asked. Pablo looked back to her. "Just Ana's perfume. Do you know where it is?" Y/n looked confused. "But she sent me to-" The pair jumped as a loud thud was heard by the bedroom door closing. "I just say we tell her we can't find it. I've been looking for a good 5 minutes now and I don't think-" Pablo cut himself off as he tried to open the door. He pulled again, then started pounding at it. "What's wrong?" Y/n asked, clearly annoyed. "It's locked." He replied. "And how is it locked?" Y/n tried it for herself. "Ana! Ana, let us out!" Pablo shouted through the door.
"Let us out!" Y/n almost screamed. "Not until you two stop hating eachother!" Ana shouted back. "I'll go out to get dinner and when I get back, you guys better be on good terms!" Y/n and Pablo stood trying to convince Ana to let them out, but it didn't work. Ana still left and shut the front behind her. "That's at least a half an hour I have to be stuck with you." Pablo groaned and sat on the bed. "Believe me, I'm just as mad at this as you are."
"Why do you not like me? The sooner you tell me, the sooner we would be able to leave." Y/n said calmly, walking towards him. "Because Ana wasn't the friend I was meant to end up with that night." Y/n pulled a confused face, looking at the spaniard. "What do you mean?" She asked. "When we met? I didn't intend for me to bring Ana back to my place, I wanted you instead. But I saw you with some other guy so I didn't bother and I went home and slept with Ana." She was dumbfounded. "You liked me?" She asked, almost breathlessly. "I did, until you started arguing all the time. You got annoying and I couldn't get rid of you. You are Ana's best friend." They didn't know how but they had managed to get close, a little too close. Her eyes looked between both of Pablo's and do to his delicious looking lips, before trailing back up to his eyes. "Don't look at me like that." He whispered, sounding more like he was pleading. "Im not looking at you any differently than I always do." She whispered in turn. He had somehow gotten closer.
Pablo's hands rested on her hips, his lips closely shadowing hers. She felt his hot breath on her skin. "We shouldn't be doing this." Y/n whispered. "Then stop." He replied as if it was a simple solution for her. "I- Pablo. We-" She looked between his eyes. "I can't." His hands moved from her hips up her torso. "If you can't then stop me." He whispered. Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat. "Don't ask me to do that." She begged. "Why? Because you don't want me to?" She nodded shamefully. "Then we can keep this quiet and brief." Without much more warning, his lips began kissing the nape of her neck, her head falling back to give him more access. "Pablo." His name fell from her mouth like a sin. "Please." Her fingers ran through his hair, pulling and gripping the curled locks.
A wild grin fell onto his face. "For someone who can't do this, you're very eager." He said before kissing her hungrily, both lips fighting for dominance. "Listen, I am in the better position to be giving a tantrum right now. I just lost the game." Pablo walked backwards, with each step he hoped he would be landing on his bed and eventually he did. Y/n squealed at the sudden drop, making Pablo laugh. "That was funny." He chuckled. "Shut up." She said before delving right back in for another long kiss. Pablo turned them so he was on top. As each of his kisses deepened, he got harder and harder and it was difficult to ignore it. His hips began moving forward, trying his best to relieve the burning desire he held for her desperately. Y/n's hand made it's way down to his umissable bulge, a grin plastered on her lips.
"Dry humping? What are you a teenager?" Y/n challenged. Pablo sat up quickly and undid his zipper. "Alright then. If you want to be like that." He mumbled, before pulling at her trousers. Y/n reached down to the hem of her Barça shirt beginning to lift it when Pablo grabbed her hands. "No, keep the jersey on." Y/n let go of her shirt and smiled. "Whatever you want." She winked, before Pablo hooked her panties with his fingers and tugged. In one swift movement, the fabric was removed. He looked at her hungrily. "Fuck." He mumbled. "Well? Are you just going to stare or actually do something?" She asked.
Pablo's hands traced up her legs slowly, teasing her mercilessly. She whined as he pressed gentle kisses on her thigh, looking up at her almost coming undone from this alone. "Doesn't this have to be quick?" She asked, her hands falling to his head and tangling in his hair. "You're right for once." He rasped, taking his length out and lining up with her. The chain he wore dangled from his neck, prompting Y/n to reach up and bite it, grinning. In turn, this generally innocent act drove Pablo crazy and prompted him to delve into her. She gasped as Pablo took the first few thrusts gently.
She gripped onto his biceps as the noises slipped from their mouths like a sin. "It's okay?" He asked. Y/n nodded. "Quicker." With her permission, he sped up the pace. Her fingernails dug into his back, leaving light scrapes that would easily be gone by the morning. In turn, his teeth nicked and nibbled her neck, leaving marks behind. His name tumbled from her lips over and over again, whilst a chain of curses came from his. "You feel so good." He whispered, his thrusts becoming irregular and sloppy. She hummed in response. "Just for you." His hand traced a line down her middle, ultimately ending on her clit. He massaged it in a circular motion. He would be dammed if he finished before she did. Her mouth fell open as a soft gasp came with it. "You like that?" She nodded, not able to string together a sentence. "Good girl." He growled, turning back to kissing her neck. Her skin was ruined with dark lilac marks that looked like watercolour.
His hand travelled under the barca shirt, lifting it slightly. "You said-" His lips met hers. "Just be quiet and watch." He growled. She nodded in compliance as she focused on how his lips carefully drew bruises right down her core in an almost perfect straight line, his eyes looking up to make sure she was watching how he ruined her. "Can we make this any quicker?" He grinned. "Of course." His hips moved at a rapid pace as Y/n crumbled beneath him, each curse growing louder and louder until she finally came undone, her fingers pulling at his hair as she did. Pablo finished only a few thrusts after as the pair lay in eachother's arms for a moment, both just enjoying their highs, their foreheads resting off one another's. Their eyes opened to stare back at eachother and it settled in. They fucked up and they fucked up badly. Pablo swallowed the spit in his mouth and pulled out, heading to the en suite to grab a towel, chucking it to Y/n.
Y/n stared at herself in the mirror, lifting her shirt to see how her skin looked almost painted in red and purple. Pablo pulled up his trousers, stealing glances of Y/n as she stared at her reflection. "You should get ready. She'll be back soon." Pablo said quietly, his actions finally just settling in. "What do we tell her?" She asked. Pablo shrugged, heading to make the bed. "I don't know. I was thinking of ending it with her." Y/n turned, looking at him almost in disgust. "Over this?" Pablo scoffed. "Don't flatter yourself. I've been thinking of doing it for a while. This-" He wagged his finger between them. "Just confirmed I don't love her. So, I am going to break up with her next week and thankfully-" He paused and looked over to her. "We will never see eachother again." She nodded along. "Good. I don't think you deserve a girl like her." Y/n said. "I don't think you do either." He replied and he was right. What kind of a friend does what she just did?
A knock startled the deathly glances between them. "Are you finally friends now?" Ana's sweet voice asked through the door. Y/n didn't answer. She couldn't. "Yes, yes we are." Pablo answered. Ana unlocked the door and smiled. "Oh thank God. Now we can be civil." She pecked Pablo's cheek as he looked right back at Y/n. "Of course. Anything for you." He smiled lightheartedly. "Are you gonna staythe night?" Y/n looked between them both. "I might actually head home. I have class tomorrow." Ana looked at her confused. "But tomorrow is Sunday?"
"Yoga. I do yoga classes."
"Since when?"
"It's a six week thing? First one is tomorrow." Ana nodded. "Okay, well have fun. Message me when you get home." Y/n hugged her friend. She felt like she was lying right to her face, she betrayed her. "I'll see you tomorrow, Ana." She smiled, anticipating the moment she could leave. "Okay, I'll see you later." Ana smiled, unaware of the sins that had happened just moments ago in her own bedroom.
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sports-on-sundays · 15 days
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hii can u write smth about hector and reader being best friends bc their parents are very close friends, and him realizing that he is down bad for her after having a small talk with his mother.
Please and thank u, love ur written btw 💝
mama's boy / Héctor Fort
Summary: Héctor x best friend!reader - Héctor being a stupid little adorable idiot in love.
Warnings: censored cuss
Requested?: Yes.
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"Why don't you two go out on the front porch?" your mother suddenly brings up. Though, yes, you and Héctor are seventeen now, and should be able to sit through an adult conversation with your parents and stay respectful without being antsy, everyone knows that's not true.
But still. Being asked to go out on the front porch? That can never be a good sign.
"Why?" you demand. "The weather is so gross out."
"Because Mama told you to," your father pipes in sternly. "Now, go on. You can go with Héctor. We adults are allowed to have a conversation without your ears listening."
You're about to protest further, but then Héctor, sitting next to you, gives you a little nudge. "Oh, come on. You're so disrespectful to your parents. Just come on out with me."
You frown but stand up dramatically, following him outside.
The truth is, it's embarrassing having to sit alone with a boy like Héctor.
Not because he's creepy, or not nice. No, it's because he is nice. He's nicer than every other boy you know, and you never know how to react to him.
You plop down on the porch swing with him. He starts using his long legs to swing the two of you back and forth, and you tuck your (shorter) legs up, sitting criss cross.
"It's beautiful and sunny out. What's gross about today?"
You pout a little. "So humid."
"Oh, come on, now. It's fine."
You cross your arms and stare out at the sunny view behind Héctor's house, and the bright colors make it easy to forget your grumpy mood as you ask with a soft giggle, looking to Héctor, "What do you think our parents are talking about?" When you look to Héctor, he immediately looks away from you.
But you caught the split second of his big brown eyes staring at you.
But he shrugs casually. "Probably just boring stuff."
"Do you think it could be about us?"
Héctor smiles, chuckling a bit at the question. "Maybe, but I'm not going to worry about it."
You shrug. You sure want to think about it, but since Héctor brushes it off so easily, you suppose you may as well do the same.
You sit together in silence, swinging back and forth.
And for you, this just feels like a normal, nice breezy day, sitting with a family friend.
But for Héctor, deep down inside, this feels like more.
He watches the way your eyes seem to glimmer in the sunlight. The way your hair gently tosses in the warm breeze. How the sunlight seems to light up your face. He wonders what you're thinking about as you look out. He looks at your smooth hands, sitting in your lap, and all at once, it hits him.
He blushes deep red, looking away.
She's gorgeous.
"Y/n-" he suddenly says, not knowing what to say, but knowing he has to say something.
"Yeah?" you look over casually.
"You, uh... You're... I think your- uh."
"Yeah?" you lean in expectantly.
"Your shoelace is untied. You should tie it. Don't want you to trip," he quickly comes up with.
You shrug and lean down, tying your shoe.
"Was there anything else?" you ask once you finish, looking at him again.
But then suddenly, before he can come up with some other awkward response, the screen door behind you opens, and Héctor's mama walks out. "Hey, you two," she smiles. "Héc, Y/n needs to go now with her parents. So say goodbye."
You grin, glancing to him and giving him a playful nudge. "Bye, Héc."
He rolls his eyes, but he feels his face flush. "Only my mama can call me that."
"If you say so. Héc," you say with a giggle as you stand up. You wave to him, thank his mother, and walk into the house to go to the front, where your parents will be waiting to go home.
Meanwhile, when Héctor's mother is about to go back into the house, he suddenly says, "Wait. Mama. Can... Can you sit down next to me? Just for a few minutes?"
She smiles a bit and sits down next to her son on the porch swing. "Of course." The two sit there silently for a few minutes, before Héctor's mother finally says, "So... You really like that girl, don't you?"
Héctor swallows. "I... I don't know. I guess... I guess she's just really pretty. And I've known her for so long."
His mother smiles, giving his shoulder a little pat, and teases, "Does my boy have a crush?"
Just at those words, his heart rate quickens. "Crush?! I don't know if it's a crush..."
"Sounds like it to me," she chuckles. "And it's looked like you've had one on her for quite a while now, but you're just too scared to admit it..."
"Mama..." Héctor sighs, putting his warm face in his hand.
"Yes?" she smiles.
He's quite for a few seconds, before muttering, "I think you're right..."
"About what?" she grins.
"That... Well, I don't know. I kind of... I love every single second I get to be with her. It's like I'm down bad for her. F*cking mad for this girl."
"Hey, young man," she chuckles. "Watch your tongue."
"Right," he rolls his eyes, but then comments, "But do you know what I mean? Like, what I'm saying?"
"Oh, Héctor," she chuckles. "Of course I do. Can't get her out of your mind, can you?"
Héctor seems to just flush even more at this. "I guess not..."
She smiles, patting her son's shoulder a bit as she stands up. "Well, even if you don't think so, I bet she likes you back."
"She doesn't act like it."
"Oh, come on, now. How d'you know? Girls are different than guys. She'd be a good girl for you. I mean, your mama approves of her," she adds with a chuckle.
"So, what are you saying?" Héctor asks slowly, looking up to meet his mother's eyes.
She smiles a bit as she opens the screen door to go inside. "I'm saying that you should think about asking her out on a date sometime."
And she goes back inside, leaving Héctor as a flustered mess of swarming thoughts, to think over that decision on his own.
"Hey, Y/n," Héctor says immediately when he sees you next, which is, this time, a visit at your family home, to have some dinner. It's like he's made a beeline toward you and now stands in front of you. "Dinner won't be ready right away, right?"
You shake your head slowly. "No, I reckon not. Why?"
"Could we... like, I don't know... Go to your room or something?"
You shrug and nod, leading him there. "Sure. I don't see why not." When you make it there, you sit down on the bed together. You lean back against your pillows, but Héctor sits there very stiffly. After a few seconds of silence, you say, "So... what's up?"
Suddenly he turns to you, takes your hand, and blurts, "Uh- Friday? Evening? Would you be free for me to take you out, for, like, dinner someplace?"
You stare back, eyebrows shooting up. You glance at your hands. "Like, on a date?"
Héctor feels the soft skin of your smaller hand. "Yeah... Right, like on a date."
"O- Oh... Yeah, sure... I guess so. Yeah, we can do that."
He seems to let out a long breath of relief as you ask, "Where to?"
"You choose?"
"Surprise me," you grin. "But not too fancy. Don't go overboard."
Then he mutters, "Maybe I'll just ask my mama what she thinks."
"What?" you ask with a chuckle.
"Nothing!" he blushes.
"I heard you!"
He glances away, shifting, but holds your hand tighter.
You grin and comment, "You like me a lot, don't you?"
He drags his hand over his face, clearly very embarrassed.
But even as you teasingly smile, your cheeks are heating up a bit, too. "You've always been so sweet with me... Now it makes sense. So, what, did your mama finally help you figure it out? That you like me, and I like you back?"
"You do?!" his head shoots up, his eyes shining like stars.
You grin and nod a little, but say, "You never answered my question, Héc."
He sighs, glancing away, but chuckles, "Maybe..."
You grin. "So, in other words, 'yes.'" You grin and suddenly lean in. You grin press your lips to his blazing warm red cheek and murmur close to his ear, "You've always been your mama's boy."
He just buries his face in his hands, an embarrassed, adorable, overwhelmed-with-emotions mess.
But honestly, maybe he's not so bad.
He might even be a little cute.
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viejospellejos · 7 months
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Cuando todo en tu vida se derrumba pero tú te mantienes positivo:
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raphoupix · 4 months
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Fermín López FC Barcelona v. UD Almeria - LaLiga FC Barcelona v. Deportivo Alaves - LaLiga
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What a nice weekend of football in Europe 🤩
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moviestarmartini · 3 months
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see girlies? this is why we watch laliga games illegally !!
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gadriezmannsgirl · 1 year
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Is someone worried about Barca-Atleti match this Sunday, or is it just me?
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lovelybrandt · 27 days
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Julian Brandt And Jude Bellingham Loves My Favourite Molang And Pinco Costume Yacht Sailor Plush Made For Gift 🤩🐰💗🧡
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thelvsickgirl · 5 months
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NOT ME BEING WAVED BY JUDE FUCKING BELLINGHAMMMM AA AHAHAHAHAH I CANT FUCKING BELIEVE ITTTTT
(video filmed by my best friend) AAAAAAAAA THAT LITTLE WINK AND WAVE
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EXACT MOMENT WHERE HE LOOKED AT ME.
JUST ME
OH MY FUCKING GODDDDDDDDDDDDD
I CANT BELIVE IT
OMGGGG
AAAAAAAa
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the-offside-rule · 3 months
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Jude Bellingham (Real Madrid) - Moving
Requested: yes
Prompt: Moving in with Jude Bellingham (this came at a good time cuz my fyp is FULL of Jude)
Warnings: cutesy shtuff
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"Jesus, whys there so much books?" Jude asked as he unpacked a third black box filled to the brim with various schoolbooks. "University. I don't think I need to explain further." Y/n replied as she stacked the books onto the newly constructed shelf. "Yeah, but why so many? I thought everything was online nowadays."
Jude couldn't hide his excitement as he helped Y/n move into their new place in Madrid. The air was filled with a mix of anticipation and laughter, creating an atmosphere of warmth and joy. Jude grinned as he lifted another box, "You sure you want all these books in our room, babe?" Y/n chuckled and took a few, placing them on the Shelf above their bed. "Absolutely! They're part of the charm. Plus, they'll have a good view from the shelf." AsAs they unpacked, memories unfolded. Y/n held up an old photo, "Look at us here! Can't believe it's been that long." Y/n stumbled upon another photo of them in the Camp Nou. Their first holiday as a couple. "Remember that trip to Barcelona? Our first adventure together." It was....ironic how he ended up going to the rival team but that was a funny story to tell in the future. She grinned, handing it to her boyfriend. Jude chuckled. "Yeah, and now we're making a new chapter right here in Madrid. Who would've thought?"
They set up a cozy reading nook, and Y/n teased. "Imagine the adventures we'll have in this little corner." She winked. "Behave. I won't bother you when you're there. I'll wait until you get out." Jude said, undoing another box. "We both know you're impatient." She smiled. "You're awfully rude, you know." He muttered. "You love me really Jude."
Amidst the unpacking chaos, they found a quirky souvenir from a past vacation. Y/n held up a miniature flamenco dancer. "We got this in Barcelona too, didn't we? Jesus, I nearly forgot all of these." She turned to see Jude holding a cinema ticket and a receipt. "What's this?" He asked. "Remember our first date to the cinema? I kept the ticket." Jude nodded. "Ah yeah. How could I forget? I spilled popcorn and pretended it was intentional, just to hold your hand." Jude chuckled. "You were quite the romantic back then." Jude held her closely and smiled down to her, just centimeters from her face. "I still am, especially when it comes to you."
"You still know how to make me blush." Jude chuckled. "You'd swear we were married for like 50 years with how you're going on." Jude laughed. "Oh but I love these little tokens. It reminds me of how we got here." She said, holding the ticket in her own hand now. "Our own little museum of love." He joked. "Oh shut up." They shared a playful laugh, turning mundane tasks into moments they'd remember forever.
In between assembling furniture, Y/n looked at Jude with a mischievous grin. "Remember when we tried to build that IKEA shelf? It took us hours!" Jude shook his head. "I still blame the instructions. They're like a secret code only IKEA employees understand." Jude said trying to connect the leg to the new desk. "Or the Swedish." They both burst into laughter, turning the furniture assembly into a lighthearted competition.
While setting up Y/n's study space, Jude couldn't help but express his pride. "You're going to nail uni, Y/n. I'll be right here cheering you on." Y/n playfully tapped his nose. "We cam be eachother's cheerleaders. Go team us!" She smiled. "But I haven't exactly been the best cheerleader, have I?" Jude said. "It's understandable." Y/n replied. "I don't think it is. It would have been understandable for you to not come to my games and support me but you still did. But it's my turn now and I promise I'm going to cheer you on louder than anyone else." Y/n reached out her hand and he took it, interlocking their fingers and kissing them. "I am so happy you're finally here." He whispered.
They shared a sweet moment, realizing that every challenge they faced only brought them closer together. "Come on, last box." Y/n said, handing the heavy box to Jude. He obviously underestimated how heavy it was because he nearly dropped it. "Don't you deadlift at training?" Y/n teased. "Come here you!" She giggled as she ran from Jude around the house, further delaying them actually finishing up the moving process.
As the day unfolded and the furniture set up, the items and memorabilia all set in their place, the couple sat by the pool with the fireplace ablaze, sipping on coffee, and enjoying the peace and quiet of eachother's company. "This is home now, isn't it?" Y/n said, leaning into Jude. He nodded. "Our safe haven. Here's to new beginnings, love." They clinked their coffee mugs, sealing the promise of countless more memories Madrid, in what would now be known as their home.
The day ended with laughter echoing through the halls, love lingering in the air, and the anticipation of countless tomorrows in a city that now held not just their dreams but their shared adventures and cherished moments.
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hiee, could you do a pau x reader where they've known each other since middle school or so and started dating in high school and are best friends before anything else. but as he starts to get famous and known in the group he gets his head in the clouds and starts neglecting her and is embarrassed by her (?) she tries to save their relationship but gets sick of it and breaks it off and gavi has to knock some sense into pau. (pls make it angsty 😭) i love your writing so much!!
love and fame / Pau Cubarsí
Summary: Pau x girlfriend!reader - In which the fame starts to get to a certain teenager's head.
Warnings: angst, neglect, crying, censored cuss
Requested?: Yea
Author's Note: This is a very good, well thought out request; thanks for the great idea! And honestly it makes me so happy to know you like my writing so much; thank you! Also I don't know if you meant it to be a romantic relationship, but I made it that in the end and only realized you may have meant something different once I was finished, so I'm sorry if I misinterpreted that, and I hope you like it still, either way!
It's like you knew what would happen before you even knew it.
"Wow, Pau," you had grinned, high-fiving your boyfriend after a game. You gave him a short hug, patting his back. "You're getting pretty famous, huh?"
"Yeah," he had laughed a bit. "It's crazy. Months ago, I felt like, you know, just me. Just Pau. Now people know me. They're asking for my autographs more and more. Someone wanted me to take a picture with their baby!"
Your nose had crinkled up, but also you laughed a bit at that. "Whoa." You lean back to look up at him, crossing your arms. "Well, you've always been 'just Pau' to me. Cute Pau, who plays football, and who my friends all tell me has a crush on me."
"Yeah, until I confessed it," he said with an eye roll, feeling as though he'd heard this a million times, but still enjoying hearing it, regardless.
But for right now, he looked at you with meaning, and pride. "But aren't you impressed? You know, that I'm going big?"
You grinned. Right now, for now, he cared about what you thought. He cared to make you proud.
Still.
"Hmmm... Ask me again after you've won some silverware," you had teased lightheartedly, obviously proud of him.
He grinned back and claimed confidently, "It's only a matter of time!"
Then you had started walking together, with his arm around your shoulders. You hesitated, pondering for a bit on your words, before casually commenting, "Just don't let the fame get to your head."
"What do you mean?" he had asked, eyebrows furrowing.
"You know... I just hope you'd never put it before me. Or before any other people you love, for that matter."
But he laughed, brushing it off right away. "Of course not, Y/n. No need to worry about that!"
And by the way he said it, you believed him. That sounded so genuine. As if it was silly for you to worry about such a thing. So you trusted him.
Now you see he should've given that comment from you a little bit more thought before openly denying it could ever be a possibility.
Because now, scarily enough, it looks like a very likely possibility.
You're visiting family in Seville, and planned it that way so you'd be able to surprise Pau by meeting him at his game. You weren't exactly expecting him start the game, but when you saw he was, that made it even better.
Or so you thought it would.
Well, it was a great game to watch. Anyone could say that much. A 2-4 win with a hat trick from Ferran- you're happy this is the away game you were able to plan to come to.
Now you laugh and exclaim when you see Pau after the game, all dressed in street clothes again with a few of his teammates- the two goalscorers themselves, and Iñaki Peña. But when he looks up and sees you, he suddenly looks-
uncomfortable?!
"H- Hey, Y/n," he quickly says, glancing to his teammates.
"What's your problem?" you demand, promptly shoving Ferran a bit in order to get to your boyfriend and stand in front of him with crossed arms.
"Nothing... Just, come on..." he says, grabbing your hand and starting to walk quicker down the hall. You see him eyeing both his teammates and a camera in the hall very nervously.
"Is something wrong...?" you inquire.
"Nope! But yeah, great game, no?" he says as you exit the hallway. He seems to be keeping a strange amount of distance between you and him.
"Right... You did great..." you respond, nodding slowly, your thoughts now completely elsewhere.
"Why?" you demand, crossing your arms. You were all ready, wearing your backwards flat cap, football jersey, and shorts. You were just tying up your hair, sitting across from him in an ice cream parlor, when Pau dropped his stupid little suggestion. "Why can't I come to training with you?"
"Be- Because it's not for you!" he argues. "It's for me. You're not a part of the team. You're not even a guy. It's not fair for you to just show up."
You frown. "What, did someone tell you that? Or did you just make that up on the spot, because there's some other reason why you don't want me coming?"
After knowing each other for five years, you and Pau have pretty much figured out how to catch if the other is lying or not.
Pau's face lights up pink embarrassed, proving your suspicions to be true.
You frown. "Pau, your whole team loves me! They don't mind if after training I kick the ball around with them a bit! What, is that the reason? Are you jealous?"
"No... no. That's not it," he shakes his head slowly, before suddenly looking at his watch. "Oh, God, I've got to go now, otherwise I'll be late!"
"I'm coming with!" you demand, standing up.
"No, no!" he says, gently pulling you away from the door. He forces you to look him in the eyes and mutters, "Please?"
You frown deeper. Hesitate. You sigh and mutter, "Whatever. Sure. But we're going to talk about this later."
He nods, seeming a little too relieved for it to be normal, before he walks out of the parlor, shutting the door behind him with a jingle of it's bell, leaving you standing alone in there, looking like an idiot.
You sigh, trying to process all this, but not understanding any of it one bit.
When you see Pau again, he somehow manages to avoid that talk you promised him by just being the sweetest with all his cuddles and compliments. You don't realize it was forgotten before he's gone, and it's too late now.
You sigh, deciding to brush it off. Convincing yourself it's nothing.
But then it goes weeks. No communication, or very little. It's strange, and extremely unlike Pau, who has always been one to always respond. Always spam rants. He always has the last word.
So to be suddenly sending short, dry, infrequent texts? And not inviting you to any dates or events?
It gives you a bad, bad, sinking feeling.
"Hey, Pau!" you attempt at smiling when you finally see him again. "It's been... too long, love..." you start. It's after a home game, and you wanted to catch him.
But he sort of just...
Puts you aside.
"One second, Y/n. I've got to finish something. And, uh, can you not just show up at a game like this...? You're kind of...?"
"I'm kind of... what?!" you demand, grabbing his shoulder, forcing him to give you his attention.
He hesitates, before muttering, "You're kind of dragging me down."
Your mouth drops at the same time as your heart does in your chest. "I'm- I'm what?" Your eyes are wide.
He blushes and mutters, "I guess I just... I kind of want to have you and my... my football life, my fame, separated."
You glare, crossing your arms. "Since when have you wanted me separated from anything in your life? What is this all of the sudden?"
He frowns, blushing deeper. "I don't know... I just... I don't know."
"Okay," you snap. "Whatever." And you walk off in anger, just like that.
He doesn't call you back, so you suppose you're leaving, just like he wants you to.
"So?" you stare across at Pau, unimpressed. You invited him to your house, and now you sit at your kitchen table with your hands resting on it, crossed.
"What?" he sighs, looking guilty.
Well, he probably is guilty. He's super guilty. This conversation is just a matter of figuring out what he's guilty of.
"Why have you been ignoring me? Why have you seemed embarrassed any time I'm around? Are you ashamed of me?"
He frowns. "Uh..."
"So you are ashamed of me?" just the question of that sends a pang through your chest.
"I-"
"Why? What's wrong with me?"
"Nothing! It's just... Y/n, listen. I'm famous now. You're, like, just Y/n. You're just a regular girl... I just don't..."
"You don't want it being known you have just a regular girlfriend?!" you fume. "You said you wanted to be 'just Pau'! You said you didn't mind that!" You stand up. "But now you can't have your girlfriend being 'just Y/n'?" you jab in a mocking tone.
He takes your hand and says hesitantly, "You can be my girlfriend... I just..."
"You just don't want anyone seeing me, ever. You're ashamed of me," you confirm, pulling your hand away from his. You hesitate, before saying, "I'll give you a chance. If you can get your head out of the clouds, do it, because we have something that isn't worth losing over this."
He looks up nervous. "You would break up with me?"
"If you don't fix this, Pau. I love you, but I won't-" your voice falters for the first time. "I won't stay with you if you don't fix this. You can't expect me to put myself through that."
He suddenly stands up and hugs you, but it doesn't feel right. It should feel more comforting than it does.
But you swallow. You need to trust him. You should trust that the boy you've loved for years wouldn't throw away your relationship so easily.
He wouldn't, right?
You lay awake at night, laying on your back, staring up at the ceiling. Tears run softly, slowly down the sides of your face, onto your pillow, sinking into it.
Disappearing.
"Pau," you whisper into the empty, stuffy, lonely dark room. "What is it about me? Is there another girl you like more? Am I really that much to be... To be ashamed of?" You groan.
Great. Now I'm talking to myself, because I know I couldn't say this right ot his face.
I'd be too scared to know what his answers would be.
I just want him back. The Pau I know. Not this distant, strange thing he has going on. I want the sweet boy who always wanted me around. The boy who could never shut up about me, never stop raving about me.
Now he's ashamed of my very existence, it seems.
Is it really just the money breaking him? The fame, shattering him to pieces?
That's the only solution you can think of, but you don't want to settle for it.
You shut your eyes, convincing yourself that sleep is needed now.
Though shutting your eyes just pushes more tears out of them.
"It's over..." Somehow, you clench your jaw and stare into him. Somehow, you force yourself to look as hard and cold as a rock.
And as strong as one.
But inside, you're being shattered to pieces, and it's only a matter of time before you break.
Like, for real.
"What? Y/n, no- Please!" But his words, and his tone, doesn't match up with the look in his eyes.
Not exactly.
It's like there's two parts of him, inside, battling each other.
One sees the worth in this relationship. One regrets, and wants to amend. One wants to hold on.
But the other more predominant part is ready to let you go. It sees you as a burden, as a girl that's going to drag him down and make him look bad. A girl who isn't charismatic enough, or pretty enough, to be the girlfriend of a celebrity. A girl who just doesn't make the cut.
Now, you can't stop tears from filling up your eyes as you snap back bitterly, "No, Pau. I gave you a second chance. And a third chance. You didn't listen. You clearly don't care enough about me to get your head out of the clouds and actually make a change! So it's over! Over!"
And by the time you walk out, you're sobbing. Tear, streaming down your cheeks. Your legs shake, and everything feels so wrong.
It's not fair. It's not fair. It's not fair.
We were meant to be.
Forever.
We were suppose to be made for each other.
You sit alone in your room. Pulling at your messy, knotted hair. Feeling unwanted.
You are unwanted, Y/n, a voice in your head screams. He was the one that seemed to love you most, that seemed to never want to hurt you. And he was the one who let go of you, in the end.
You choke out another sob. Your parents were concerned, trying to figure out what was wrong, but right when you yelled when you walked into the house that he's an ungrateful b*tch and you never should have gotten with him in the first place-
You suppose they figured it was Pau.
You swallow back your tears, though you know that won't do anything in the end.
They're just going to keep coming.
For months, it's like you were holding this all in. All these emotions. The hope that things would turn around kept you strong enough not to fall apart.
But now here you are.
Falling apart, because now you see there is no hope.
And it really is over.
You roll over, staring at the wall. Tired, blubbering, whimpering back the sobs that softly escape from you. Staring at the peeling Barcelona posters. Anger boils up in you, and you suddenly reach up. "I don't want anything to do with you and your stupid club that changed you!" you suddenly scream, tearing it off the wall, throwing it on the floor.
You press you forehead against the cool wall, breathing deeply and sniffle pathetically, "I loved you."
And you add as your head pounds from all the confusion and tears in a soft cry, "And I still do."
"Is something wrong?" Gavi quite suddenly asks of Pau during some light warmups.
"Why do you ask?" Pau demands, meeting his eyes.
"You've been... quiet. Seems like something is on your mind?"
"Not really," Pau lies.
"Yeah, right."
"Why do you say that?" challenges the younger of the two teenagers.
"Because I know you're wrong. I know something is on your mind."
Pau frowns, pouting a bit at that. "How could you tell?"
Gavi shrugs casually, stretching out his leg gently. "Just can. But anyway- what is it? Does it have to do with your girlfriend suddenly seemingly disappearing off the face of planet Earth?"
Pau groans, leaning his head back. "How did you know?" he says, sounding more sarcastic and defeated this time than he sounded last time.
Gavi shrugs once more. "Two plus two equals four. So she ditched you?"
"That's a harsh way to put it."
"So she ditched you," Gavi repeats, but this time it's not a question, and more like a confirmation. He waits a few seconds, grabs a ball, then starts doing keepie uppies. After some more time, he passes the ball to Pau in the air as he asks, "So why was it?"
"Why was what?" Pau asks, playing stupid, as they continue passing the ball back and forth, doing a few kick-ups in between each pass.
"You know," Gavi says simply.
Pau sighs heavily. "Ask her, if you want to know why she broke up with me."
"But I'm asking you."
"You're nosy!"
"Okay, sure. Anyway, why did she break up with you?"
Pau frowns. Hesitates. "I don't know. I think she didn't think I was giving her enough attention?"
"Were you?"
Pau glances away.
"Were you?" Gavi repeats.
Pau sighs again. "Probably not." But then he quickly adds, "I just don't know if she was good for me."
"What do you mean? Why not?" There's no judgment in the nineteen-year-old's voice. Just inquiry.
Pau shrugs tentatively. "I don't know... I mean, like, she's just kind of regular."
"Regular?" Gavi asks, and now there's judgment in his tone. Judgment that Pau doesn't particularly appreciate.
"Yes, regular! She's just, like, some girl! I'm getting famous now, and there are so many girls that have crushes on me... like, all over. I mean, you know how it is. Would you settle for some random girl-next-door type, when you have so many options?"
"What do you expect to get?" Gavi demands. "Some girl who looks pretty but has no heart? Some girl that wants your money over your personality? Pau, if I had a girlfriend that I'd have known for as long as you've known Y/n, I wouldn't let go of her for all the money in the world."
"Maybe you're a different person than me, then!" Pau snaps, getting red in the face.
"Of course I am! But I'm just telling you my opinion. She's sweet, and she loves you. She has your interests, she cares, and you already know each other's families. Do you really not love her, or are you just embarrassed that you love her?"
Pau's jaw clenches. "I- I don't know." But something about what he just said, deep down in his chest, seems to hit home.
"And, God, she's pretty. I think you're being a bit too high with your expectations. Seems to me you think you're better than you are." Gavi looks up as he passes the ball in the air once more to Pau. "Maybe you should get your head out of the clouds, step down from the pedestal you've built yourself, and look at things a little bit more rationally to how reality actually is." As the ball lands at Pau's feet, Gavi turns with a wave. "If I were you, I would think about this more. It's clear you're not the same without her. You think you'll be happier without her, but clearly, you're not."
As Gavi walks away, paying careful mind to his knee, he comments, glancing back one more time, "You should think about apologizing. Think about what I said. Because that girl is worth a lot more than you think she is right now."
And Pau is left there, standing. Staring.
And, yes, he has a lot to think about.
It's not too far off to say that you've been a shell of yourself since the breakup. There's a hollowness to your eyes, and silence to your vocal cords, and a constant slight shaking to your hands.
It's like you're holding on my a thread, because at any moment, you could break.
Again.
Sometimes you wonder to yourself why you would let a boy control your feelings so much.
But then you remind youreslef that usually, you wouldn't.
Pau was always just different.
Something about you and him clicked.
Perfectly.
There was never a fear of a breakup with him. You never even expected that to happen. You imagined yourself always to be with him. Someday, you might even get married.
Of course, you had had your fantasies about that.
But now that expectation is crushed, and your heart can't deal with it.
So much so that you had to block is number. And all his socials.
Because it was too much of a temptation to just text him. And beg for him to accept you back.
And you knew that wouldn't do any good in the end.
After all, there was a reason why you broke up with him, and a good one, at that.
But in the end, that makes it harder for Pau, two weeks of thinking and stressing after his chat with Gavi, to talk with you.
So he has to go to your house to talk to you.
No getting out of this the easy way, through a text conversation.
Gavi's words just kind of hit a cord in him. Got him thinking. And now as he walks up to the house with a pathetic bouquet of roses behind his back, he's nervous. He feels emotional, but isn't sure how to deal with the feelings he's experiencing.
He supposes when he sees you, he'll just let whatever comes out of his mouth come out, like he usually does, and he'll hope this time, it's something good.
He knows that's not the best approach to life, but can't think of a better way.
When you hear the doorbell ring, you don't really care. Probably just a delivery man, or your parents friends, or something like that. Something you don't care about. So you continue zoning out on your phone, laying on your bed, wearing a t-shirt and pajama pants.
When your mother answers the door, Pau immediately blurts nervously, "H- Hey... Mrs. Y/s/n. Is Y/n home...?"
She squints hesitantly.
Of course. Probably Y/n trash talked me, Pau thinks to himself. Will she even let me in her home?
But after some thought, she turns and calls into the house, "Y/n! There's someone at the door to see you." She gestures to Pau, beckoning for him to come in.
So she leaves the room, and you enter.
And freeze.
Here Pau is. The first time you've seen him in... way too long. And you're wearing pajamas. Your hair is messy. You probably look so tired.
"Pau?" you barely speak. "Why're you here?"
Suddenly he pulls out a bouquet of bright red roses from behind his back, and blurts, "I'm so sorry, Y/n."
You stare at the roses, before hesitantly taking them. "Uh, I..."
Suddenly he takes your free hand in both of his, wrapping it around his two. And he starts rambling. "Y/n, I'm so sorry... I was wrong; I didn't know what I was doing or talking about. I was stupid... I was putting other things over the most beautiful girl in the world. Your heart is one of gold... I'm so stupid, and it took one of my friends talking sense into me for me to even realize what I was doing,- the exact thing I told you I would never do. So I'm sorry, and I want you to please take me back, because I feel like we are actually meant to be. It feels wrong with you not as my girlfriend, so I, uh... I think I want to try this again and show you how much of a good boyfriend I can be. I can put you above the fame, because I think I really do love you, and my heart belongs with yours. I- Are you crying?"
You sniffle, wiping at your eyes. "P- Pau..." you murmur, your voice cracking. "You... You're so..." You cough a little, and let out a little hiccup.
"You... I'm sorry for making you cry..." he says right away, concern etched into his face.
You throw your arms around him and begin crying softly into his shoulder. He gently rubs your back, as you press the roses against his.
"You made me cry so much," you breathe. "More than you'll ever know."
"Oh, Y/n," he breathes. And there's regret in his voice. Real regret. "I'm so sorry... Please let me make it up to you now."
You sniff, leaning away to look up at him. "You don't care that my hair is tangled right now? Or that I'm just wearing my pajamas?"
"If I did, that would show I really haven't come around. Of course I don't care. I'm just glad you're here... In... in my arms again."
You sniff and nod. "Thank- Thank you, Pau... For everything. And I forgive you. I forgive you," you take in a few deep breathes, before adding, "And thanks for the roses. They're nice. Smell nice."
He nods, his eyes softening even further. "So... you'll give me another chance?"
You hesitate for only a second, before nodding. "Yes, I will."
He pulls you into another hug, wrapping you in his strong warmth.
It feels like true comfort. Like he really does care.
You breathe a breath of fresh air.
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Edinson Cavani travelling with the team from Valencia to Seville for the last LaLiga match of the season on June 3rd, 2023.
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João Félix - UD Las Palmas v. FC Barcelona - LaLiga
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Finally I had the chance to watch with my eyes my favorite Spanish team winning a title
And people will say "why do you care so much about a stranger team?"
Athletic Club isn't just a random team from another country different than mine
Athletic Club is a wonderful team with a wonderful history and culture
A team with just Basque related players which succeed to remain on a top level year after year, always in Laliga, never going down, already won many titles in the past, it's going back to Europe once again
One of the most important and with the most titles Spanish team, the only with Real and Barça that always participated in the first Spanish league without ever being relegated
The atmosphere of our stadium San Mames is something unique
When we play at San Mames, everyone fears us
I love Athletic Club and I always will because it always give me emotions and joys
Aupa Athletic! ❤️🤍
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