#Barcalona

[katiemccabeswife]

Illicit Affairs

Alexia Putellas x Reader|| Alexia is pulling away from you and thinking back on all the memories, good and bad, you finally snap.

T Swizzle because I saw her live yesterday 🤗 I feel bad doing Ale like this and it’s my first time doing something like this so please nice 🤍

You sighed as Alexia pulled away, instantly reaching for a shirt to cover herself with. You turned away from her, not wanting her to see your crestfallen face after realising that this time was not unlike any others. Recently.

You hadn't noticed when it started happening, when Alexia seemed to detach and the possibility of the 2 of you going public seemed to vanish into thin air. You would come over and maybe watch a movie before the two of you would have sex and then she would dress herself and turn to face opposite you.

Make sure nobody sees you leave, hood over your head, keep your eyes down,

Sometimes she would remind you to make sure that no one saw you leave her apartment and to keep your hood over your head in case paparazzi or fans saw someone leaving her house and decided to take photos.

Tell your friends you're out for a run, you'll be flushed when you return,

If she didn't immediately turn away from you she would occasionally make a joke, asking you how your 'run' was. The joke stemmed from the time Mapi caught you leaving the bathrooms flushed and you had to come up with an excuse, claiming you had just finished running.

Take the road less travelled by,

Ona lived on the way to Ale's house and had noticed you driving past one too many times and questioned you about it, non-threateningly and unsuspecting of anything of course but Ale got angry at you claiming that you did it on purpose so you started travelling the back streets to and from her house to keep suspicions low.

Tell yourself you can always stop, what started in beautiful rooms,

You knew you weren't being treated the way you should be but you could stop if you wanted to, end the relationship and move on from Alexia and be happy. The only thing stopping you was hope, you used to catch her staring at you, dazed, from across the room and she used to make beautiful candle-lit dinners for every important date or milestone now, you were lucky if she offered left over takeout.

Ends with meetings in parking lots,

You wanted that Alexia back, you didn't want the one who drove you into a random car park to fuck you before driving you home.

And that's the thing about illicit affairs

If people knew Alexia was dating you people would definitely have some not-so-nice things to say. You were, what some would call, her controversially young girlfriend being 9 years younger than her which was the ‘whole’ reason your relationship was kept secret.

And clandestine meetings and longing stares, it's born from just one single glance,

Looking back on your relationship and how the two of you used to act was like looking at an entirely different couple. You used to enjoy sneaking around with Alexia, the adrenaline it used to bring you. It reminded you of when you first met her, it was your first day at Barca and Alexia took the time and effort to greet you out the front and guide you around the training centre. You knew once you saw her standing out in the cold with that stupid, awkward smile on her face that you liked her and you couldn't help it if you wanted to.

But it dies, and it dies, and it dies, a million little times,

The age gap became evident when Alexia would call you 'kid' in front of the team and your cheeks would burn red from embarrassment, knowing it was you girlfriend, who had sex with you, that was calling you ‘kid’. Every time the nickname slipped from her lips you could feel part of your relationship dying, and your heart breaking further, into a million little pieces.

Leave the perfume on the shelf, that you picked out just for him, so you leave no trace behind like you don't even exist,

You used to enjoy doing small things for Alexia, like buying a perfume you knew she would like when she burrowed her head into the crook of your neck but something that small would be insignificant and go unnoticed now. That perfume sat on your shelf staring at you teasingly, unopened, you didn't want to wear it anymore.

Take the words for what they are a dwindling, mercurial high a drug that only worked the first few hundred times

Alexia used to do the same sort of little things, buying you flowers randomly or bringing home a little treat for you every once in a while. She continued the tradition for a year before the unpredictability of the gifts that once filled you with the warmth of love started to slowly fade away every time she told you she couldn't go on a date with you or didn't want to spend time with you.

And that's the thing about illicit affairs and clandestine meetings and stolen stares, they show their truth one single time but they lie, and they lie, and they lie, a million little times

Alexia used to be the one to plan the secret meet-ups and dates, you used to be the one catching her staring at you and now she was the one standing you up and calling you out for 'acting like a child', while she would continue to fuck you like she loved you and lie to you like they were truths.

And you wanna scream 'Don't call me "kid"'

"And I fucking hate it when you call me 'kid', Alexia! I'm supposed to be your girlfriend!" You screamed at her as tears fell down your face.

"Baby-" She tried to reach out to you.

'Don't call me "baby"', look at this godforsaken mess that you made me

You took a step back and raised her pointer finger at her, "Don't fucking call me baby either," You wiped at your tears aggressively before giving up as they kept falling, "God Ale! Look at me," You sobbed, "Look at what you made me, I'm a fucking mess!" It was clear to anyone that you hadn't been sleeping or eating if someone were to walk in the room they would assume you had been punched in the eyes due to the smudged mascara surrounding your eyes.

You showed me colours you know I can't see with anyone else,

"I don't even know who you are anymore!" You could see Alexia trying to get a word in but you were filled with such sorrow it just kept flowing out of you, "You don't treat anyone in the team half as bad as you treat me and I'm your fucking girlfriend!"

"Baby-hey, we agreed that we would keep it private," She tried to reason.

'Don't call me "kid", don't call me "baby"', look at this idiotic fool that you made me, you taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else,

"I told you don't call me baby!" When you agreed to keep things private you thought that meant steering clear of PDA not keeping your entire existence a secret, "God, I am such a fucking idiot," You had learnt to dissect Ale's words after she started coding them, you could find the deeper meaning in 'compliments' and find the insult when no one else could, you could find hidden meanings behind sugar-coated words and it pained you that you were the only one who seemed to do so.

And you know damn well for you, I would ruin myself a million little times,

"I haven't slept, Ale," You looked back at her, "I haven't eaten, I've worked out more times than I can count, I have been ruining myself trying to be perfect for you. I'm trying to change myself just so you would like me again! And the saddest part is, is that I would do it a million times over because I love you!"

You had to pluck up the courage to leave as soon as the words slipped out of your mouth because you knew for the first time in almost a year, she had heard you when you told her you loved her, really heard you and you didn’t give her a chance to say it back.

[clearbreathing]

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[formulalfc]

Hey can you write a long story about pablo gavi finding out the reader is pregnant with his baby and when his friends find out they celebrate by a party?

We're Having A Baby

Pablo Gavi x Reader

tw-none i don't think

You had known for about a week now having taken a test when you missed your period for the second month in a row. Your heart had burst when you saw the positive result, you and Pablo had been trying for ages to have a baby and you were finally pregnant.

You didn't want to do anything too big to tell your boyfriend so you brought a mini Barca shirt with papa written on the back and laid it out on the table with the positive pregnancy test next to it.

When he got home from training he searched for you until he found you grinning in the kitchen. He looked at you confused until he spotted your surprise on the counter, moving closer to see what it was.

You saw the cogs turning in his brain for a minute before he looked up at you with tears lining his eyes.

"You're pregnant? We're having a baby?"

You nodded your head, tears springing to your eyes as well as he moved over to you and wrapped you in his arms, body shaking as tears escaped his eyes.

He pulled back to look at you, love and pride shining in his eyes as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"I'm going to take care of you, okay baby? You don't need to worry about anything, we're in this together I'll be by your side every step of the way my love."

He gets down on his knees before you and grins, planting kisses all over your flat stomach, excitement brewing as he thinks about you having a little baby bump.

"Hey little one, I'm your dad. Me and your mamma already love you so so much, we're gunna look after you. Please don't give your mamma a hard time okay? She means a lot to me and I don't want her to be sick."

You both spend the rest of the day cuddling on the couch, Pablo cradling you against his chest, and talking about all the things you need to get and how much your life is going to change.

The day after, Gavi let his teammates know about the news before you guys posted it on social media, the lads were all overjoyed for you guys.

And so they planned you guys a little party for a week later, a get-together of all Pablo's teammates and their partners, and also getting in contact with your families and bringing them along as well.

You and Gavi were so excited to have everyone you love all together in one room, the smiles on your faces never leaving as they all showered you with gifts for your baby and their loving words.

Gavi didn't leave your side the whole time, and arm wrapped around your waist, stroking at your side as you spoke to someone about your recent bouts of morning sickness.

Your heart swelled as he spoke to your parents about all the things he had bought and how he'd started baby-proofing the house already. You couldn't be happier to be having a baby with Pablo and you were so excited to see him become a dad to your little one.

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CANARY ISLAND ~ PART 3

PART 2 HERE

Rosy gently placed a hand on Y/N's shoulder, offering comfort and understanding. She spoke softly to Y/N, "You know, Pedri has always been very protective of his family. He loves them deeply, and sometimes that protective instinct can make him react strongly in situations like this."

Y/N nodded, her eyes still filled with tears. "I get that, but why doesn't he trust me?" She sighed, continuing, "I would never do anything to hurt Fer or anyone in his family. I love Fer like he's my own brother. He even told me about his peanut allergy when we used to cook together. I would never forget something like that."

Rosy patted Y/N's back gently, reassuring her, "I know you wouldn't, cariño. But sometimes misunderstandings happen, and people's emotions get the best of them. Let's give Pedri some time to cool down, and then I'll talk to him and try to sort things out."

Rosy went back to the living room, where Pedri, Fer, and Isabela were sitting together. She approached Pedri and asked if she could talk to him alone.

Pedri, still upset, replied, “No, Mami, if you want to talk about her, I don’t want to talk about it.” Fer, concerned, chimed in, “Don’t you think you’re being a little harsh on her? People make mistakes, and she might not have intended any harm.” Pedri defended his stance, saying, “She doesn’t want to admit her fault and tried to blame someone else. How can I not be mad at her? All she needs to do is admit it, and I would forgive her.

Fer, replied, "You should talk to her, bro. It wasn't nice how you treated her. You shouted at her in front of all of us, and she must've felt really embarrassed."

Pedri, feeling angry, didn't listen to Fer's suggestion. He just went to his room and didn't try to talk to Y/N.

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When it was getting dark, Y/N went to Pedri's room because she needed to get her clothes and take a shower. As she opened the door, she saw that Pedri was napping. He woke up when she came in, but he didn't want to look at her. So, he grunted and quickly covered his face with a blanket to avoid seeing her.

Y/N noticed Pedri's reaction, and even though it hurt her, she held back her tears. She quietly grabbed her clothes and left his room, heading back to the guest room with a heavy heart.

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The next day, Pedri went out with Isabela to hang out and explore the island without even telling Y/N. Confused and worried, Y/N texted him, asking where he was, but he didn't reply. It seemed like he was giving her the silent treatment.

When Pedri returned home with Isabela, Y/N approached him, feeling the need to have a private conversation. She gently took his hand and asked with concern.

Y/N: "Pedro, why are you treating me like this? You went out with her, and you didn't even let me know where you were. Please, Pedro, what's going on?"

Pedri replied with a simple “I don’t know” and then ignored Y/N, walking away and heading to the living room.

Isabela approached her with a malicious grin.

Isabela: “You poor thing, he doesn’t care about you now. Maybe it’s better for you to leave.”

Y/N wasn’t about to back down and confronted Isabela with a burning question.

Y/N: “It was you, wasn’t it? You’re the one who put the peanut in Fer’s drink, right?”

Isabela laughed dismissively.

Isabela: “You don’t have any proof. Besides, don’t you get it? Pedri won’t trust you. You’re just the ‘girlfriend.’ Don’t you know girlfriends come and go? It’s just a matter of time before he breaks up with you, and then who’s going to be by his side? Me. We’ve known each other for so long, and he trusts me more than you.”

Y/N:“You crazy bitch!! Why are you doing this? You won’t get away with it!”

Isabela, in an attempt to be dramatic, slapped herself and shouted, “OWWW!”

Pedri, hearing the scream, rushed over to them, concerned about what had just happened. Isabela, with her hand on her face, pretended to cry as she spoke to Pedri.

Isabela: (faking tears) "Pedro, your girlfriend slapped me because she wants me to admit that I put peanut in Fer's drink."

She was trying to manipulate the situation and turn it against Y/N.

Y/N: “What? No! I didn’t slap you! Are you crazy? When did I say that? Pedro, you have to trust me. I did not slap her at all. She did it by herself. I would never do something like that.”

Isabela kept on pretending to cry and said, "She told me to admit it. I told her I didn't do it, but she just made me say it. When I said no, she slapped me." She was trying to make it sound like Y/N had done something wrong.

Y/N, feeling frustrated by Isabela’s false story, confronted her.

Y/N: “What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you making up that story? Pedro, I swear to God I didn’t slap her at all!”

Pedri, still not convinced by Y/N’s words, shouted in frustration.

Pedri: “God, what is wrong with you, Y/N? Why did you slap my friend? First Fer, now Isabela? You’ve gone too far this time!”

Y/N, shocked and hurt by Pedri’s lack of trust, tried to hold back her tears as she spoke.

Y/N: “Oh God, Pedro, you actually believed her over me? I’m your girlfriend, I would never lie to you or even hurt the people you love. You know that. I told you I did nothing. It wasn’t me, and you didn’t trust me. You blatantly ignored me.”

Pedri: "It's Pedri."

Y/N: "Huh? Wh.. what? What do you mean?”

Pedri : "My name. You can call me Pedri. Only my family and close friends call me Pedro. For you, it's Pedri now."

Y/N: “Are you fucking kidding me right now? Seriously?Why are you doing this to me? After everything we’ve been through, and you still don’t trust me?”

Pedri: “Get out. Just get out. I don’t wanna see your face again. You went too far this time. You hurt my family and my friend. They were right about you. Who are we kidding with this relationship? We don’t even speak the same language. You don’t fit in here. And I don’t think you will. This is not your place. We are not meant to be together. Just get out.”

Y/N, shocked and in tears, choked out her response.

Y/N: "Wow. Ok. If that's how you really feel... then….okay."

She swiftly grabbed her sweater and, walked away from the house.

As soon as Y/N stepped out of the house, she totally broke down. She couldn’t stop crying. Tears streamed down her face as she stood there, feeling lost. She didn’t know where to go. She was not familiar with Canary Island. Her only wish was to return to Barcelona as soon as possible.

She took out her phone, hoping to find a flight back to Barcelona. Unfortunately, there were no available flights for the day. She felt even more stranded and lost in this unfamiliar place. So, she walked around aimlessly, looking very sad, like a lost puppy.

Meanwhile, Fer approached Pedri, deeply concerned.

Fer: “Hermano, what the fuck is wrong with you? Why did you do that? Are you out of your mind?! Why did you kick her out? This isn’t Barcelona. She doesn’t know this place. What if something happens to her?! Why are you being so harsh to her?!”

He was genuinely concerned for Y/N’s well-being and couldn’t comprehend Pedri’s actions.

Pedri: “Stay out of this, Fer. It’s none of your business. Nothing’s going to happen to her. She’s not a kid, she’s a grown woman. She’ll manage.”

Fer: “Suit yourself, bro. What you did was wrong. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

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Feeling tired and emotionally drained, Y/N decided to look for an Airbnb or hotel to stay in. She hoped to find a place where she could rest. After some searching, Y/N found a place and decided to check in. As soon as she entered her room, she jumped onto the bed and lay down, and started crying thinking about what Pedri had said to her. Tired from her tears, Y/N then eventually fell asleep.

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Pedri sat in his room, he had his hand on his head, deep in thought about his recent actions. Then, there was a knock on the door, and Isabela asked, "Can I come in?"

Pedri agreed, “Uh.. yeah….sure, come in.” He then asked, “How’s your cheek? Are you okay now?”

Isabela: “Oh yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me, how about you? Are you okay..?”

Pedri : “I don’t know… I just……”

Pedri seemed lost in his thoughts, and Isabela, seizing an opportunity, held his hand while trying to comfort him.

Isabela: "I told you, Pedro, she's not the one for you. You should've listened to me….”

She gently caressed his cheek as she spoke, trying to influence his feelings.

Pedri looked deeply into Isabela's eyes and began to express his doubts.

Pedri: "But... maybe I was too hard on her... What if Fer was right? What if something bad happens to her? She doesn't know this place..."

However, Isabela, wanting to change the subject, intervened.

Isabela: "Hey, hey, don't think too much..."

She leaned in and kissed him, hoping to distract him from his worries. Pedri became completely distracted, and he and Isabela started making out, and they got lost in the moment. They ended up sleeping together.

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The next day, Y/N had to return to Pedri’s house to collect her stuff. She texted Fer, hoping he could help her, as she wished to avoid Pedri after their recent fight.

Y/N: “Hey, Fer. I need to get my stuff from Pedri’s place, but I really don’t want to run into him. Can you help me out?”

Fer, busy at his parents’ restaurant, regretfully replied:

Fer: “I wish I could, Y/N, but I’m swamped at the restaurant right now. Don’t worry, though. I’m pretty sure Pedro has cooled down by now. Just go and grab your things.”

As she entered Pedri’s room to gather her things, she was met with a shocking sight – Pedri and Isabela were together, naked in bed.

As Y/N stood in the doorway, her heart pounding and her breath catching in her throat, she couldn't help but blurt out her shock.

Y/N: "What the fuck?! Pedri?! Isabela?! What... How could you do this to me?! What the fuck Pedri?!"

Pedri and Isabela, caught off guard, quickly separated and scrambled to cover themselves.

Pedri, looking guilty, attempted to explain:

Pedri: "Y/N, I... I can explain.. It was.. I….”

Y/N's voice trembled with a mixture of anger and heartbreak as she confronted Pedri about what she had just witnessed.

Y/N: "What? Pedri?! YOU WHAT?! You don't even know what to say because you fucked her, right? Right after you broke up with me, you went and slept with her? Wow. I can't believe you. You made me look like the crazy one. You told me she was just one of your close friends, but then you went and fucked her. I hate you, Pedri.

Pedri : “I…. I can explain…..”

Y/N : “ Theres nothing to explain. You know… I have been nothing….nothing but supportive of you. I was there taking care of you during your bad days, injuries, and after one big fight, you decided to break up with me and sleep with another girl. I told you I didn't hurt anyone, and you didn't trust me. You did not fucking trust me at all. You shouted at me in front of them. You humiliated me.”

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she continued, her voice breaking:

Y/N: "How could you do this to me? After everything… how could you? You know what? Fuck you,Pedri. I hate you so much...Goodbye."

Pedri's voice, filled with regret and desperation, called out to Y/N as she gathered her belongings and prepared to leave.

Pedri: "Y/N, wait... I..."

But Y/N didn't stop. She picked up her bag and walked out of the house.

PART 4????

[randomsillyfangirl]

" you came? " " you called." - Pablo Gavi x Reader

Plot: idk how to explain it lol Warnings: non, ends in fluff ------------------------------------------------------------You were sat on a bench, rain falling from the clouds and tears falling from your eyes. You had texted your boyfriend, Pablo Gavi, to pick you up. Your phone just died before you could see if he replied to your message- let alone read it.

You and Pablo had a pretty bad fight. So bad that you had to leave to calm down. But you lost where you were going and got yourself lost.

You had been on that bench for 20 minutes already. Your hoodie was soaked and even your shirt underneath was soaked. You were staring at the floor, crying continuesly until a car you recognized parked in front of you.

You looked up at the car, shooked. " you came.." you said getting up. Pablo smiled and opened his window, " you called." he said and you basically ran to get in, absolutely freezing. Thankfully Pablos car had really good heating.

Pablo immediately grabbed your face, his face growing with concern. " you're freezing. you're crying." he said his voice breaking. Your heart broke and hugged him tight.

A print of your body mirrored on Pablos shirt from the rain water. " I'm so so sorry.."you both said in cync.

Pablo pulled you away and smiled, " let's get home.. Have a nice warm shower- or bath!! Then we can watch a movie? " he suggested and you nodded. Then he drove you two to your shared apartment.

And you did his plan. You had a hot bath, making you feel nice and toasty once more. You walked into the living room where Pablo was, and as soon as he saw you he hugged you and apologized again.

You two watched some film and then talked about what happened.

" I'll always be there for you whenever you call." Pablo said and you held him close. " I'll always call you then.. "

[kylianmbappee]

Y/n: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon?

Gavi: I'm a knife.

Pedri, from across the room:he's the little spoon.

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Y/n: I told Gavi his ears flush when he lies.

Pedri: Why?

Y/n: Look.

Y/n: Hey Gavi! Do you love us?

Gavi, covering his ears: No.

Pedri:

[hyunjin1e]

Hi! Love your work! I was wondering if you could write a imagine of gavi x reader? Where the Barca team goes to a club to celebrate a win but the reader is also at the same club and reader ends up getting in a fight outside the club and gavi and the other team step in to help pull the girls kinda like gavi and reader love at first sight sorry for being way to Pacific .😂

PUPPY LOVE, pablo gavi.

summary: y/n gets into a fight, a boy helps her and tends to her wounds.

warning: fighting? idk some annoying girl, and fluff!

note. thank u for the request! hope this is what you meant.

“watch where you’re going!” you yelled, when a girl bumped into you.

this day couldn’t get any worse.

“excuse me?” oh god.

“you heard me.” you really didn’t have the energy for this, you just wanted to get back home.

“don’t tell me to watch it!” the girl raged.

well, that made sense. you snorted.

“just forget it.” you muttered.

“i won’t forget it, you made me spill my drink all over myself!” she squealed.

you looked down at her outfit. “thank god, atleast your outfit looks better than it looked before.”

she threw herself at you, “take it back!”

“get off of me, you psycho!” one thing you knew, you weren’t the best at throwing punches.

she had you pinned down on the ground, throwing punches left and right.

you tried dodging most of them, but it didn’t help the blood coming from your nose.

“ey!” you heard from the distance, too exhausted to think of its real or in your head.

your eyes were slowly closing, heavy breaths escaping you.

you felt someone picking you up.

is she gonna throw me?!

“hey are you okay??” a desperate voice said.

“look, my friends are dealing with her, you’re okay.” the person tried to reassure.

“beat up, i probably still look better than her.” you joked, in situations like this, you’d laugh rather than cry.

you heard a chuckle come out of them,

“of course you do. i’m pablo, can you open your eyes?”

you hissed a bit, stirring in his arms.

you slowly opened them, adjusting to the sudden light from the street lamp.

moving on to ‘pablo’ you locked eyes.

time seemed to stop, you in his arms and eyes locked.

straight out of a movie.

20 seconds passed, both of you unable to move nor speak.

“is this a who will blink first competition.” you joked, trying to defuse the tension.

he seemed to wake up from his daydream.

he chuckled, “pablo.”

“ i know, you told me.” that made him glow red.

“y/n.”

“pretty name for a pretty girl.” he teased.

“stop it.” you blushed, hitting his very hard bicep, making you widen your eyes.

“let me take you to my house. i’ve got a first aid kit.” he proposed.

you gave him your hand, letting him lead you.

although you just met him, you had an urge to trust him.

part 2?

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Caught Red Handed PT2 - Alexia Putellas

The link for: Part 1

This is set in like 2025 and PT1 is set in the last couple months of 2024.

Italics = Spanish

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It had been about 8 months since you had moved to Manchester United from Barcelona because  Alexia had cheated on you with Jenni who she promised that she was over but apparently she wasn’t.

After about a month of moving you eventually deleted all of your social media because every post you would see was about Alexia and Jenni. The posts would also all have hate comments mostly directed towards you saying some disrespectful shit like it was your fault that they broke up to begin with, saying that you had cheated on Alexia and just the usual comments.

It was really bad for you for the first few months but the Man United players had helped you out a lot with just including you in everything, being there when you needed a shoulder to cry on and just being able to talk to them no matter what.

A lot of your old Barca teammates had reached out to you but whenever they asked about you and Alexia, you would just leave them on read and just wait for them to talk about something else. Which made you feel like a dickhead but you just couldn’t bring yourself to talk about the situation.

You had grown really close with Mary Earps since joining Man United which surprised a lot of people cause Mary isn’t the calmest person and people thought that your personalities may clash but if anything you had somehow made Mary mellow out a bit.

Currently the whole team was on the team bus heading back to the hotel after a defeat. You were cuddling up to Mary who was fast asleep…well until your phone rang rather loudly making a lot of the girls groan in annoyance. “Turn it off…” Mary somehow managed to say in between yawns as she shoves you with her hand.

“Sorry…” You say just loud enough for all your teammates to hear and went to turn off your phone but just as you went to you saw who was calling. 

It was Alexia…you sighed before answering the call and you were met by loud sobbing. “Alexia? What’s wrong?” You say quite concerned as it was usually a very rare occasion when Alexia cried because she liked keeping it bottled up inside. 

“I-i…I don't know what to do. I’ve torn my ACL again except it's worse than last time, they don’t think it's possible that I will be able to play again. I didn’t know who else to talk to. Nobody understands like you do.” Alexia rants down the phone as you lean back in your seat in complete shock that this had happened to her again. You knew what she went through last time but this felt different like she wasn’t going to try, like she had given up already.

“Ale…you’ve got to try. You're too good of a person and player to give up this easily. You got this!” You say trying your best to put other emotions aside to attempt to cheer Alexia up enough to dig her out of this rough patch. 

“I have! I’ve been doing recovery for the past couple months, Jona just put out that I’m taking some personal time. I think it’s time. I’m getting older now, my body isn’t doing what I want it to do anymore. I’m going to retire.” Alexia says which makes you get goosebumps immediately and cover your mouth in shock causing you fellow teammates to look at you weirdly. 

“A-are you sure? It’s a huge decision Alexia!” You almost shout down the phone completely forgetting the anger you had for her, you stand up and start pacing in the bus. “Si…I’m sure. I just…needed to talk to you first.” Alexia says as she wipes her own tears off her face as she smiles at your concern for her. 

“Ale, I’ll phone you when I get home okay? Bye!” You say quickly before hanging up and staring at the phone in your hand with complete shock. Mary throws her water bottle at you which makes you glare at her. 

“What was all that about?” Mary asks, chuckling at your facial expressions and the fact she had no idea what you were saying when talking on the phone. “It was Alexia. She tore her ACL again but got told she won’t be able to play again so she’s retiring.” You say not really knowing what to do with yourself and a lot of your teammates gasp in surprise. 

Alexia had just won her third Ballon D’or this year and everyone thought she had quite a few more years left. I mean jesus she is Alexia Putellas, La Reina of Barca. 

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You had gotten home a few hours ago and you were trying to think about if you should forgive Alexia or not but you just couldn’t. It was more that you didn’t really trust her anymore rather than trying to forgive her. It was like she could read your mind because a second later Alexia’s name popped up on your phone. 

“Let me in.” Alexia said as she facetimed you as she stood outside your front door which made you confused but you ran to open it anyway. 

“What are you doing here?” You say slightly angry that she thought she could just turn up to your house out of the blue. 

“I have an interview in Manchester and thought I should come see you in person. I think I owe you some sort of explanation.” Alexia said nervously as she saw your very angry looking facial expressions and shifted from one foot to another waiting for you to let her in, to get out of the freezing British weather. 

You step aside to let Alexia in before closing your door and walking into your living room to sit down so the both of you could talk. “I forgive you…but I don’t trust you. We will not be a thing ever again. I won’t let my heart get broken by you again. We can be friends and that is it.” You say as Alexia sits down beside you on the sofa and then takes a sip of your energy drink which was on the coffee table. 

“I understand. What I did was stupid and it shouldn’t have happened but it did. I broke everything off with Jenni. I regret what I did but unfortunately I cannot take it back, I would if I could. Thank you for forgiving me. I know I definitely do not deserve it but I appreciate it.” Alexia says as she shakily wipes away a few tears that streamed down her face as she caught a glimpse of your face while her head was buried in her hands.

“What are you planning on doing now that you're…retiring?” You ask curiously as you could not picture Alexia just lounging around doing absolutely nothing at all. 

“I’ve been offered a few Head Coach positions for when I retire. It’s between Spain and Barca. I’ve been leaning more towards Spain? Cause Jorge needs to go and the girls deserve to be able to play for their country without getting treated like shit.” Alexia rants as you look at her with admiration for the fact she was still thinking about others even when going into retirement. 

“Well as one of those girls, I'd love to play for Spain if you were our Head Coach. I think all of the girls would agree with me on that.” You said excited that you may play under Alexia for your home country.

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It was a month later and you had been called up for camp for Spain by none other than Alexia. To say you were excited was an understatement, you and Ona had been talking about camp for the past week which was very annoying for your Man Utd teammates but they were happy for the both of you at the sametime.

You walked into the training ground you were using and were greeted by Alexia. “Good to see you Coach Putellas!”

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hi hi! Can you do Gavi x fem reader with the song Lover t.s. With lots of fluff Ty ❤️

you guys have only been dating for a few months but nobody can deny the obvious adoration both of you had for each other. when you guys were together it didn't matter what was going on around you you were both just so entranced in each other that the world around you didn't matter. your friends have given up trying to get the attention of either of you when you're together cause they're more than likely to be ignored. gavi is so sweet on you, he'll do anything you ask him to with no hesitancy at all.

inbox is open send me some ramble requests <3

[axlerica]

SECOND CHANCES~

-The One Where Trust Was Broken-

Pedri's fame and flirtations lead to the end of his relationship with Y/N. When they meet again, he begged for a second chance. Can they overcome the past and find a second chance at love? A journey of healing and rediscovery.

Once upon a time, in a bustling city of Barcelona. Y/N and Pedri were two young hearts who fell deeply in love. They met by chance at a local coffee shop, bonding over their shared love for art and poetry. Their connection was instant, and soon, they became inseparable.

As Pedri's football career began to take off, the demands of his new life as a professional player started to take a toll on their relationship. The long training hours, constant media attention, and traveling with the team made it increasingly difficult for him to spend time with Y/N.

One evening, after a particularly challenging match, Y/N decided to surprise Pedri at his apartment. As she opened the door, her heart sank at the sight before her. Pedri was surrounded by a group of girls, laughing and enjoying themselves.

Her voice shook as she confronted him, "Pedri, what's going on here?"

Pedri turned towards her, his face pale with guilt. "Y/N, it's not what it looks like," he stammered, trying to explain.

But Y/N couldn't bear to hear any more. Tears welled up in her eyes as she choked back the words, "I trusted you, Pedri. How could you do this to me?"

Pedri reached out to touch her arm, but she pulled away, feeling betrayed and hurt. "I didn't think it would hurt you this much, We were just having a party. That’s all.” he admitted.

"How could you not think it would hurt me?" Y/N's voice trembled with anger and sadness. "We were supposed to be in this together, but you've become so distant, so careless."

Pedri tried to explain, "I've been under so much pressure, and I made a mistake. These girls, they don't mean anything to me, I swear."

But Y/N couldn't bear to hear any more excuses. "I can't do this, Pedri. I can't be with someone who doesn't value our love," she said, her voice trembling with pain.

As tears streamed down her cheeks, she turned and walked away, leaving Pedri standing there, filled with regret and remorse. He knew he had made a grave mistake, and the consequences of his actions were too painful to bear.

In the following days, Pedri tried to reach out to Y/N, desperate to apologize and make amends. But the damage was done, and Y/N couldn't bring herself to forgive him. The heartbreak was too deep, and she knew she had to prioritize her own happiness and well-being.

And so, their once beautiful love story ended in heartbreak and sorrow. Pedri's fame and the pressures of his football life led him astray, and Y/N had to find the strength to heal and move forward without him.

In the years that followed, Pedri became one of the greatest footballers in the world, achieving incredible success on the field. But deep down, he always carried the regret of losing the one person who had loved him unconditionally.

As for Y/N, she focused on her art and her travels, finding solace in the beauty of the world around her. Though scarred by the past, she learned to cherish the memories of their time together and embraced the journey of healing and self-discovery.

Two years after the breakup , Pedri's attempts to reach out to Y/N remained unanswered. Each unanswered call and unopened message deepened the chasm between them. As the weight of his fame grew heavier, Pedri's personality started to change.

The adoration and praise from fans, coupled with his on-field success, fueled his ego. Pedri became more distant from his teammates, spending his time surrounded by a new group of people who were enamored by his stardom. The once humble and grounded player began to develop an air of arrogance, losing sight of the values that had endeared him to others in the first place.

His teammates noticed the change, and some tried to offer guidance, reminding him of the person he used to be. But Pedri brushed them off, convinced that he knew better. He no longer felt the need to work hard or prove himself, believing that his talent alone was enough to maintain his status.

Meanwhile, Y/N focused on rebuilding her life and finding happiness outside of the football world. Though the pain of their breakup still lingered, she was determined to move forward. She immersed herself in her art, traveling to different places and finding inspiration in every corner of the world.

One day, as Pedri was scrolling through his social media feed, he came across a post from Y/N. Her artwork was showcased in an art gallery, and the comments were filled with admiration for her talent and creativity.

For a moment, Pedri's heart tugged at the sight of her success, but he quickly dismissed the feeling. His ego had grown too large, and he couldn't bear to see her thriving without him.

Time passed, and Pedri's arrogance only intensified. He relished the attention and privileges that came with his fame, often disregarding the feelings and needs of those around him. His former humility seemed like a distant memory, replaced by a haughty demeanor that rubbed others the wrong way.

As the years went by, Pedri's career continued to flourish, but his personal life remained empty. He had attained fame and wealth, but the void left by his broken relationship with Y/N lingered, and no amount of success could fill it.

On a rainy evening, as Pedri sat alone in his luxurious penthouse, he found himself reminiscing about the love he had lost. He realized that he had become a shell of the person he once was and that his fame had brought him more loneliness than joy.

In a moment of clarity, he decided to look up Y/N's number once again, hoping to reconnect after all this time. But as he dialed her number, his heart sank when he heard the familiar automated message stating that the number was no longer in service.

Pedri's eyes filled with tears, realizing that he had let go of the one person who truly loved him for who he was. He had become too blinded by fame and his own self-importance to see the value of their love.

And so, in the bustling city where fame and success reigned, Pedri's journey had come full circle. The once humble and kind-hearted young man had become a shadow of his former self, while the woman who had loved him unconditionally had found her own path to happiness and fulfillment.

As the rain poured outside, Pedri sat alone, reflecting on the choices he had made and the person he had become. The road to fame had come at a high cost, and he couldn't help but wonder if it was worth losing the love that had once meant everything to him.

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One gloomy afternoon, as raindrops fell gently on the city's streets, Pedri found himself seeking solace in their favorite coffee shop – the very place where their love story had begun. He ordered his usual, a cortado, and settled into a corner booth, lost in a sea of memories that flooded his mind.

Little did he know that fate had other plans for him that day. As he sipped his coffee, he looked up, and his heart skipped a beat. There, standing just a few feet away, was Y/N. She looked as radiant as ever, her eyes twinkling like stars in the night sky.

For a moment, time stood still. Pedri's heart raced, unsure of what to do next. The memories of their past love and the pain of their breakup weighed heavily on him. His ego and arrogance seemed to vanish, leaving him vulnerable and exposed.

Y/N noticed Pedri's gaze, and her eyes met his. The air was charged with unspoken emotions. She hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should approach him after all these years.

Pedri swallowed hard, gathering his courage. He stood up and took a step towards Y/N, his heart pounding in his chest. "Y/N," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of apprehension and hope.

Y/N's eyes softened as she looked at him. "Pedri," she replied, her voice equally tender. "It's been a long time."

He nodded, a lump forming in his throat. "I know, and I've missed you," he admitted, his vulnerability shining through.

She gave him a sad smile, "I missed you too, but things have changed, Pedri. We've both moved on."

He took a deep breath, "I know I made a lot of mistakes back then. My ego got the best of me, and I lost sight of what truly mattered."

Y/N looked into his eyes, searching for sincerity. "Pedri, it's okay. We were both young, and life took us in different directions."

He reached out to touch her hand gently, "But I never stopped loving you, Y/N. I was a fool to let you go."

She looked down, her heart torn between the past and the present. "Pedri, we can't change the past. We can only learn from it and move forward," she said, her voice trembling.

Pedri nodded, tears welling up in his eyes. "I understand, but I just had to tell you how much you meant to me. I'll always cherish the memories we shared."

Y/N's gaze softened, and she gave him a bittersweet smile. "I'll cherish them too, Pedri. But we both need to find our own happiness now."

They stood there, facing each other, the weight of their history heavy in the air. As the rain continued to fall outside, they knew it was time to say their goodbyes once again.

Pedri's heart ached as he watched Y/N walk away, knowing that he had let go of the person who had loved him unconditionally. He had lost her once, and now, he had to come to terms with the consequences of his choices.

As Y/N walked away, Pedri's heart couldn't bear the thought of losing her again. With a rush of adrenaline, he made a split-second decision and ran after her through the pouring rain.

"Y/N, please wait!" he called out, his voice filled with desperation.

She turned around, surprised to see him running towards her. The rain continued to fall heavily, but neither of them seemed to care about getting soaked.

Pedri stopped in front of her, his breathing heavy from both the run and the emotional turmoil inside him. "I can't let you go like this," he said, trying to steady his voice.

Y/N looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and regret in them. "Pedri, what are you doing?" she asked, her heart torn between wanting to give him another chance and protecting herself from potential hurt.

"I made a mistake, a big one, and I regret it every day," he confessed, his voice cracking. "I know I became arrogant and let my fame get to my head. But none of it mattered without you. You were the light of my life, and I lost sight of that."

Tears mixed with raindrops on Y/N's cheeks as she listened to his words. "Pedri, I loved you so much, but I couldn't bear the pain of watching you change. It broke my heart," she whispered.

"I know, and I'm so sorry for hurting you," he said, reaching out to gently wipe away her tears. "But I've learned from my mistakes, and I promise you, Y/N, I'll do whatever it takes to be a better person and be worthy of your love again."

Y/N took a step back, trying to compose herself. "Pedri, I can't just forget what happened. It hurt too much."

"I understand, and I don't expect you to forgive me right away," he said, his eyes pleading. "But please, give us another chance. Let me show you that I've changed."

As the rain poured down around them, Y/N hesitated, torn between the love she once had for Pedri and the pain of their past. She knew that forgiving him wouldn't be easy, but she also knew that deep down, her heart still longed for him.

"I need time, Pedri," she finally said, her voice barely audible over the rain.

"I'll wait for you, for as long as it takes," he vowed, reaching for her hand. "I'll prove to you that you're the most important thing in my life."

Y/N looked into his eyes, searching for sincerity. "If you truly mean that, then show me through your actions, not just your words," she said, holding back the tears.

Pedri nodded, determination in his gaze. "I promise, Y/N. I'll do whatever it takes to earn your trust and love back."

And so, with their hearts heavy with the weight of their past and the hope of a future, Pedri and Y/N stood in the rain, at the crossroads of love and forgiveness. Only time would tell if their love story would find its way back to the happiness they once shared.

Should I do a part 2 for this?

[randomsillyfangirl]

I think he knows - Pablo Gavi x Reader

Plot: listening to spotify and I Think He Knows comes on Warning: non, fluff ------------------------------------------------------------

You and Pablo were in your shared kitchen, making pancakes. Not for breakfast. Just because they're delicious. Then one of your favorite songs, I Think He Knows by Taylor Swift started playing.

" I think he knows his footprints on the sidewalk lead to where I can't stop go there every night " played from the speaker and you started humming along to the lyrics.

Pablo personally wasn't a big Taylor Swift fan. He didn't hate her. He just didn't really listen to her. But seeing your reaction he stopped what he was doing and watched you.

" I think he knows his hands around a cold glass make me wanna know that body like it's mine " you hummed along, while grabbing yourself a cup of water looking at Pablo asking Pablo if he wants a drink you he nodded.

" He got that boyish look that I like in a man " played through the speaker right as Pablo smiled at your offer.

The lyric " I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans " matched your living room coffee table, having a random architecture magazine for decoration played.

You and Pablo started dating when you were both seventeen, meeting since your dad's were friends. " It's like I'm seventeen, nobody understands, no one understands "

" He got my heartbeat skipping down 16th Avenue got that, oh! I mean wanna see what's under that attitude " you continued humming along, chuckling how much it matched your relationship with Pablo.

" Like, I want you, bless my soul and I ain't gotta tell him I think he knows, I think he knows, I think he knows " you turned around to face him, smiling and trying to see if he noticed he smiled back, signaling that he noticed too.

" When we get all alone I'll make myself at home and he'll want me to stay " played from the speaker as Pablo gently grabbed your hand and kissed is softly, even with the flower on it.

" I think he knows he better lock it down or I won't stick around 'cause good ones never wait " continued playing as you two looked into each others eyes, totally inlove. Until the pancakes started to burn.

" He got that boyish look that I like in a man I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans he's so obsessed with me, and boy I understand boy I understand " was playing as you tried to clean up the mess the burnt pancakes made, honestly panicking abit and Pablo found it a little bit funny, because it wasn't anything crazy bad dw

Pablo decided to post a story of you on Instagram, with the lyric " He got my heartbeat skipping down 16th Avenue got that, oh! I mean Wanna see what's under that attitude " playing

Later that day...

" Like, I want you, bless my soul and I ain't gotta tell him I think he knows, I think he knows I want you, bless my I want you, bless my I want you, bless my I want you, bless my soul " you hummed along while reading your book laying on the couch. Pablo noticed and put a sweet hand on your shoulder and kissed your cheek lovingly before going off to training.

In training...

Pablo could help but hum " Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh We can follow the sparks, I'll drive Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh We can follow the sparks, I'll drive So where we gonna go?" while doing drills.

His teammates found it hilarious, " our little Pablito is a swiftly? Really? " Pedri said and Pablo rolled his eyes, " my y/n likes this song- and it's stuck in my head, cabróns"

The lyrics " I whisper in the dark: Where we gonna go? I think he knows he got my heartbeat skipping down 16th Avenue Got that, oh! I mean wanna see what's under that attitude " was running through Pablos mind. Why? Because it was his, your song. It was your relationships song.

As soon as Pablo turned on the car, the rest of your song started playing. " Like, I want you, bless my soul and I ain't gotta tell him I think he knows I think he knows" Pablo started singing along- in secret though, no one else would know that he knows the full song off by heart, thanks to you.

[kylianmbappee]