#FcBarca

[alessiasfreckles]

Lonely

Lucy Bronze & reader (platonic)

after moving to barcelona, everything is hard; the language, your anxiety, the loneliness. after a particularly rough day, lucy finds you crying in the changing room and is determined to help.

A/N: based off of this ask! i tried to make it different enough to Fitting In but still along the same vein, i hope you like it ✨

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The sun was shining, it was a beautiful (albeit a bit cold) day in Barcelona, you were playing for one of the best women’s football teams in the world, and everything was perfect.

Well, it should have been. You knew that. Really, there was no reason for you to be anything but happy. When friends and family back home asked you how you were getting on, you told them about the gorgeous scenery, the weather, and how much fun you were having. It wasn’t all a lie, the scenery really was incredible, and the weather was nicer than it was in England, at the very least. 

But, if you were being honest? Things were really fucking hard. 

You were trying to learn Spanish, really, you were, but languages had never been your thing. Everyone had told you before you left that “it’ll be easy, once you’re surrounded by it!”. Bullshit. You went through the day understanding single words and phrases here and there, but for the most part, it was like your brain just shut off when people started talking. 

The language issue, of course, didn’t exactly help your social situation. You’d always found it hard to make friends, even in your native language. Trying to do it in a whole other language felt like an impossible task. The team tried to be welcoming, of course, but most of the time your brain was too exhausted from trying to keep up with the language for you to socialise. The other international players helped a little and would translate things for you sometimes, but you were the newest recruit and everyone else’s Spanish was miles better than yours. You could tell that the other players were making an effort to speak Spanish, some even learning Catalan, and you didn’t want to be the stereotypical English speaking person who couldn’t be bothered to speak the language of the country they were in. So, when everyone would burst out laughing at something Aitana said, you laughed along, hoping no one would catch on to the fact that you hadn’t understood it. 

You had hoped to become friends with Lucy and Keira, thinking that it would be nice to have at least a couple other English players to talk to, but they seemed so settled in their lives here that you felt like you were intruding. Lucy spent a lot of time with the Spanish girls and seemed to talk Spanish, or at least a mix of Spanish and English, most of the time, and Keira did the same. Even when you had the opportunity to talk to them, your social anxiety would flare up, and you’d find yourself overthinking and debating what to say for so long that by the time you’d decided, the moment had passed. 

So, you kept to yourself, mostly. You spent a lot of time observing your teammates, their interactions with one another. Trying to figure out how you could interact with them, then losing the courage to do so. 

Your teammates felt bad, they could tell that you hadn’t settled in and that you were the outsider of the group, but with so much training and all of the games the team had, it was all too easy to forget about everything outside of football.

That’s how, on that beautiful day in Barcelona, after a particularly tough training session, you found yourself crying in an empty changing room. You’d waited until everyone went home, stalling and saying you wanted to run a few more laps. Once the changing room was empty, you collapsed on a bench, staring into space, not even aware of the tears beginning to stream down your face. You were so tired of having to try so hard all the time, and if you were honest, you were really lonely. 

The door to the changing room bangs open, making you jump, and you look up to see Lucy standing there carrying a box of towels. The look of surprise on her face quickly changes to one of concern when she realises you’re crying, as you quickly try to wipe away your tears, white-hot embarrassment flooding your body.

“Woah, y/n, are you okay? What’s wrong, do you need me to get someone?” Lucy asks, putting the box on the bench closest to her. She stays by the door, looking like she’s not sure whether to come closer and comfort you or to leave to get help.

“Um, no, it’s okay, I’m okay,” you say, sniffing a little and laughing awkwardly. “I’m fine, seriously. Don’t worry about it.”

The brunette raises an eyebrow as she comes closer and lets the door swing shut. “Yeah, right, pull the other one. Clearly something’s not okay, or else you wouldn’t be sat here, crying, alone.”

“Yeah, I guess you got me there,” you smile weakly. “But really, it’s okay. It’s nothing.”

“If it’s upsetting you, it’s not nothing,” she says firmly, sitting down next to you. “What’s going on?”

You shrug, not wanting to burden her with your problems and not sure where to start. “It’s just a lot, sometimes, y’know?”

She nods sympathetically. “The language?”

“Yeah,” you sigh. “I’m trying, I really am, but it’s just so hard, and I don’t know, maybe I’m not trying hard enough, but I am trying, really-”

“Hey,” she interrupts you, placing a hand on your back. “It’s okay. It is hard. Everyone can see that you’re trying.”

“Really?” you say, doubt clouding your mind. “Because I feel like I understand way less than everyone thinks I do. Most of the time I’m just copying other people’s reactions, or nodding along.”

She laughs. “Yeah, I did that at first, too. It gets easier after a while, I promise.”

“I’m not sure it will. I don’t-”, you start, breaking off as you struggle to figure out what you wanted to say. “I don’t know how to do a lot of social stuff. Talking to people. I can’t even handle it in English most of the time, to be honest. I feel like even without the language problem, there’s the me problem.”

She lets out a laugh at that, but it’s not a mean one. “What do you mean, a you problem?”

“The me problem,” you explain. “I feel like I’m like, an alien or something. I don’t know how to behave, how to be a real human like the rest of you.�� 

At that, she puts a hand on your shoulder, turning you to be facing her. “Y/n,” she says, a serious look on her face. “You’re a real human.”

“No, I know that I’m a real human,” you roll your eyes, letting out a small giggle. Lucy smiles, glad to have made you laugh. “I just don’t feel like it sometimes. I don’t know how to interact with people. Like, what do people talk about? What do people do when they’re hanging out? It was fine with my friends back home, because we’ve known each other forever, they know what I’m like and I know what they’re like. But here, it’s all so… different.”

Lucy stands, holding out a hand to you. When you take it she pulls you up, a determined look on her face. “Right, well, it sounds like we have to get you feeling more comfortable here. So, you’re going to come back to my place, we’re going to play something on the Playstation or watch something on TV, and tonight a couple of the girls are coming over. But only a couple, and I’ll tell them that we’re having an English night, no speaking Spanish allowed, alright?”

“Oh, no, it’s okay, I don’t want to be a bother-” you start, but she quickly cuts you off.

“Nonsense!” she says, swinging an arm around your shoulder. “We look out for each other on this team. You’re a part of the team, y/n. So we’ll look out for you too. Got it?”

You nod, feeling nervous but excited, even hopeful. 

And she was right. It ended up being one of the best evenings you’d had in a long time, and it wasn’t long before you started to feel like you really were not just a part of the team, but a part of the family. “English” nights even became a regular thing, the Spanish and other international players eager for a chance to practise their English even more (not that they had to, it seemed like they were all basically fluent). Lucy and Keira tried to help you with the language, giving you their tips. Honestly? Their tips weren’t much help, and it was still pretty hard. But as difficult as it was, you had to admit that, slowly but surely, it was all getting easier, especially with friends by your side.

[rmfantasysetpieces1]

Title: labor omnia vincit / improbus - [ work embody all victory over that which is not honest] Streetartist: TVBoy -Salvatore Benintende Referring player: alexia putellas of fc barca photographer: JAVIER IBAÑEZ URL https://www.flickr.com/photos/javi63/53523384744/in/pool-87208201@N00/

#RMSoccer

[batbricks7]

"I hope that next season we can play together." - Robert Lewandowski

[pablitogavii]

Can you do one where gavi is on tour and he is excused to leave dinner early and when he gets back to his hotel room his gf (whoever is reading) is there and it goes on from that (they had🤫) but you guys were too loud so when gavi got out pedri and his friends tease and and yeah. Sorry if this is very detailed😭

His Surprise

Since he spent so much time with you during summer, Pablo really got used to having you around all the time that his trip to US was quite hard.

"Amor, I will see you in less than two weeks.." you told him while you cuddled the last night together at home and he was acting like a true whining baby.

"Two weeks is a long time with no cuddles.." he whined and you giggled holding him closer and kissing the top of is head lovingly.

"You can always cuddle with Pedri amor??" you joke giggling while he kept whining nuzzling further into your neck and leaving a few open mouth kisses along the way.

"You're my big bebé, did you know??" you say and he shakes his head always acting like a 'big and strong man' but with you he could always be a goofy boy.

"I'm gonna miss you like crazy!!" he said looking up and you smiled nodding your head and leaning down to kiss his lips.

"Me too cariño..so go and win and come back home to me" you say and you both smiled agreeing on that plan before falling asleep.

While he was on the plane, he kept his phone glued to his face texting with you and occasionally checking gallery for your pictures that made him smile. Even the camera caught him smiling like an idiot to his phone while filming content for fcbarca account.

pablitoo: just came to the hotel room princesa

you: you should rest up cariño <3

pablitoo: i want to see you! ft??

That ended up you both falling asleep on the phone with each other and Pablo waking up grumpy not having anybody to hold before getting ready for the first morning training.

"Ay hermano, que pasa contigo?? You slept bad??" Ansu asked noticing the dark circles under Pablo's eyes but he didn't care as long as he gets to talk to you before bed.

"That's what happens when your girl is in the different time zone. Same is with me and Mikky especially now with the pregnancy..I'm always on the phone!" Frankie added and Pablo blushed a little when his friends were teasing him about being a simp.

He really didn't care what they said..yes, he was such a simp for you!

After another training in the evening, Pablo's stomach got very sensitive again and he really didn't feel like going to the welcome party.

"You gotta do it hermano, it's polite since they welcomed us and all" Pedri explained and Gavi knew that was right but he also knew that when he comes back you will already be fast asleep in Barcelona.

Damn the time zones! Why can't time be the same everywhere!

Pablo called you when he got ready wanting to at least to talk for a little while and show you his outfit since he was very proud of it. No answer. He tried again thinking you were in the bathroom or something. Again, no answer. Where were you?

pablitoo: amor, I'm going to the welcome party. pls call me when you see this <3 te amo!

The whole time he was there with the boys, he kept checking if you answered but there was nothing. Something was wrong. You never go to bed without sending him a text or better yet calling to tell him how much you miss his cuddles.

"Tranquí, hermano..she was with your hermana today. Maybe they went out?" Araujo said and that made me jump getting to an idea. I should call Aurora!

"H..hola?" her voice was groggy and I knew that I woke her up in the middle of the night.

"Rora! Sorry to call but.." before Pablo could finish the girl interrupted him quickly and angrily.

"Pablo, it's the middle of the night! This better be good cause I have classes tomorrow!" she said and Pablo rolled his eyes at hpw dramatic his sister is right now.

"I know Aurora! But Y/n's not answering her phone and I'm worried!" Pablo snapped walking out of the venue so that nobody can hear the talk he had with his sister.

"She's probably sleeping cabrón! You're worrying too much! We were having lunch today and she looked fine to me" Aurora said but Pablo wasn't convinced. Something wasn't right.

"She wouldn't go to bed without texting me Rora.." Pablo said feeling his breathing become heavy knowing that he is too far away to find out what's going on right this second.

"I'm going back to sleep Pablo!" Aurora hung up and Pablo sighed walking back to the venue where Xavi pulled him to the side.

"You should go back to the hotel chico" the man said and Pablo raised his eyebrows wondering what the hell was going on tonight with everybody.

"Why?" Pablo asked but the man just said it would be best if he finds out on his own so he left with the taxi avoiding the cameras and fans.

"Mr. Gavira?" the receptionist called and Pablo snapped really at the end of his patience.

"Sorry, but you have this left for you..." she said giving Pablo the letter he opened and now really freaked out.

"I saw that you like having fun with blondes around LA. I need to travel and clear my head. Please give me space. -Y/n"

"Mierda!" Pablo curse running to his room hoping to grab his computer and figure out what the hell you were talking about because he haven't even taken a picture with girl fans alone.

"Joder!" he had trouble opening the door when suddenly it opened form the inside you were standing right there with a mischievous smile on you face.

"A..a.mor?" he was in utter shock and you giggled nodding your head and jumping into his arms hugging him tightly and he held you back walking inside the room for some privacy.

"But..but..I got this..and you didn't reply all day..how are you here???" he was so lost and you loved it shutting him up with a kiss and grabbing that letter shredding it to pieces and tossing it to the trashcan.

"Blondes huh?" you smirked and he shook his head catching his breath before grabbing you and tossing you on the bed before hovering above you.

"You know I only like brunnetes princesa..or well my brunnete" he smirked kissing your lips and starting to devour your neck.

"P..Pablo" you moaned and he smirked taking off your clothes hastily like he was afraid if he doesn't that you will just suddenly disappear.

"Slow down amor.." you giggle at his sudden frustration kissing his lips lovingly and helping him take of his clothes.

"Mm I like the outfit cariño..." you smirk when it ended on the floor and he was already resting comfortably between your legs eager to get what he needed since he left home.

"I called you to show you before leaving but you didn't reply nena.." Pablo smirked looking up while kissing down your stomach.

"I was in the plane cariño.." you moaned when he finally started kissing the inside of your thighs getting closer where you desperately needed him.

You two were enjoying your "play time" completely clueless that players started returning form the party slowly and were passing by your hotel room.

"Ahh P..a..ablo" your moans were apparent and the boys smirked winking at each other while snickering.

"Cabrón is definitely having a better party here!" Pedri smirked and the rest chuckled as they each went to their separate rooms.

The next morning, you were exhausted and Pablo had an early morning meeting he went to with a bright smile on his face.

"Hola chicos!" he said sitting besides Ansu and Ferran who were smirking at each other.

"How are you Gavi??" Ferran asked and Pablo gave him a confused look.

"Better yet how is your girl after last night..you're a beast Gavira!" Pedri jumped in and everyone laughed while Pablo blushed bright red that they heard it.

"Um..she..she is sleeping..but I will bring her some breakfast when this ends" Pablo said feeling so shy at the moment but internally gloating with pride of course.

"Yeah you better and don't forget the flowers!" Rapha said and Pablo just nodded with red cheeks running to grab a ball and train on his own just to avoid more teasing.

you: read your note cariño. when will you be back? i miss you <3

pablitoo: just finished the training and bringing you some breakfast princesa <3

"Are we done until the evening míster??" Pablo asked Xavi

"Yes, we are but Pablo remember the rule I have day before the games?" Xavi smirked and now Pablo was very embarrassed that the man heard about it too.

"Mm yes sir" Pablo answered and Xavi tapped his shoulder.

"There is a nice Mediterranean restaurant you can take your girl today" Xavi winked and Pablo nodded his head taking the name before heading to the hotel.

He came back smirking when he saw that you were still in bed..very much naked. Sunlight was caressing your soft skin and you never looked more beautiful to Pablo.

"Here is some breakfast amor" he sat down the plate he ordered downstairs with some french toast, eggs, and lots of different kinds of fruit.

"This is so much Pablo.." you were in awe at how beautiful this looked taking a phone out and wanting to take a picture with him in it of course.

"Nothing is too much for you princesa.." he leans in and kisses your lips before you both start snacking on some fruits.

You went to walk around LA together for the rest of the day enjoying being together again. You found a secluded area on the nearby beach where you sat on the towel and cuddled up together.

"Do you know that they heard us amor??" Pablo said while you were eating some ice cream looking up at his slightly pink face.

"Who??" you said feeling your own face heat up..yeah, you were kinda loud last night but you couldn't help it form the way Pablo was making you feel.

"Um..most of them" he said and you hid your face into his neck in embarrassment.

"But it's fine. I really don't care. Now they know you're all mine" he smirked and you hit his shoulder telling him that you must be quiet form now on.

"Don't get any ideas tonight princesa..the game is tomorrow and you know Xavi's rule" he smirked and you rolled your eyes finishing the rest of your ice cream.

"We'll see who will start having those ideas first Gavira.." you passed him winking and he started chasing you on the beach and when he caught you and tossed you over his shoulder he said "thank you for coming amor! I can't want for you to see me play tomorrow"

He put you down and you snaked your arms around his neck going on your tip toes to kiss his lips lovingly.

"I'm so proud of you cariño..te amo" you said into his lips and he smiled.

"Yo te amo mucho princesa" he said grabbing your face and pulling you into another kiss.

[d-elise-b-02]

Home again.

[cbarcaoficial]

FC BARÇA ⚽️🏆

EL NOU CAMP NOU

[igbysport]

“The celebration? This morning I was having breakfast with my daughter, and I asked her how she would like me to celebrate a possible goal. She told me to do this and that’s how it was.” ❤️👌

[asifmahmud02]

Never doubt his loyalty💕

[razicoff-blog]

Visca el BARCA!!! 😎 Barcaaaa CHAMPIOOOON 🤗 FCBarca 3:0 FCLiverpool 🙄 #barca #fcb #fcbarca #barcelona #fcbarcelona #spain #catalonia #campnou #liverpool #fcl #ucl #fcliverpool #fcbarça #vamosbarca #copabarça #barçafans (at Estadio Camp Nou F.C. Barcelona) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bw70mVdh-5A/?igshid=1q05iz5ub8p40

[talkchelsea]

#Messi v #Hazard - Two of the best in the world will go head-to-head tonight. Who will come out on top? . . . . . #comeonchelsea #cfc #chelseafc #chelsea #cfcfamily #blues #carefree #talkchelsea #ktbffh #championsleague #ucl #campnou #fcb #barcelona #fcbarca #barca #lionelmessi #leomessi #messi10 #edenhazard (at Camp Nou)

[alessiasfreckles]

anyone know where to watch the barca game tonight?

[rmfantasysetpieces1]

Sneijder has it all wrong for me. The issue is referees. The foul call can not be made arithmetic. Physical position isn't valid because contact does not mean a foul and the physicality of players don't count for players will play to their lack of perceived physicality or play absent a concern to their physicality, which in either case doesn't mean one player is weak and needs protection or another one is being rough. The foul call is an art, and most referees fail in the foul for two reasons. Inconsistency + blunt bias. Busquets comprehended Barca was the media darling and played to that. He comprehended, Mourinho's inter milan whose squad was full of players not thought of highly in media. Eto'o the outspoken African, who basically had issues with Real Madrid + Barcelona. Milito the great Argentine center forward who can't get a game in the Albiceleste. Sneijder the reject of real madrid, and ill tempered dutch player. the squad of senior players at inter milan who are thought to old or lacking the skill to be considered modern football players. Plus Mourinho himself, who is a negative coach, he preaches negative soccer, mou's football is anti football. Media professed all of said negative aspects to Mou's inter milan and all are lies BUT … ref's called the game as such. Media presented Guardiola as an artistic coach a philosopher coach who is reimagining the game, Messi is the darling, the humble little footballer who mothers can' have their children idolize, Iniesta/Busquets/Xavi and la masia kids are the children of the community playing for their team , so Refs treated barca like they were a treasure that shouldn't be dirtied by other teams. Referees are the problem, as Clarence Seedorf said concerning Neymar, it isn't the job of the ref to call matches based on perceptions of any players character, his job is to call the actions as he sees them. And ref's simply don't do that and are unwilling to change based on what they see. I am 100% certain referees caught Busquets playing and the rulebook allows referees to rescind a call and change it. But referees were unwilling and there you have it. Don't blame players for exposing poor refs, blame refs for being poor as I always tend to do. Busquets exposed poor refs. and players like Sneijder suffered by said poor refs. Consistency first whistle to last PLUS no club /player bias. That is the best ref.

Sneijder: "Busquets was an extremely annoying player, always giving it to others but never able to receive. As soon as he received one hit he would start crying. An absolute crybaby. I literally had fights with him every single game. At one point I told him: 'I will see you in Ibiza in the summer, then you and I will talk again.'

"In 2010 we beat Barcelona 3-1 at home, then we had to go to Camp Nou and after 8 minutes Motta hit him and Busquets started rolling on the ground while looking through his hands to see if Motta got a red card, and then he got up again and he was fine, the crybaby. A nasty guy to play against." [@ZiggoSport]

#rmsoccer

[batbricks7]

Is Messi going to join FC Barcelona?

[geminihandmadecrafts]

FC BARCELONA! ⚽️ 🏃‍♂️ Comment below what you think! 🥰 . #GeminiHandmadeCrafts #StringArt #Handmade #logo #hechoamano #Barcelona #fcbarcelona #FCB #enproceso #fcbarca #fcbworld #fcblogo #packmas #fcbfcb #championsleague #barca #futbol #stringartist #woodwork #walldecor #regalospersonalizados #leomessi #forçabarça #soccer #suarez #mundial #string #lovewhatyoudo #artesaniapuertorriqueña https://www.instagram.com/p/BwKkM_9H_G0/?igshid=cqvmcbucjsus

[cbarcaoficial]

Barcelona, Cataluña, España 🇪🇦

[igbysport]

He must be in love with Messi 😂

Barcelona 2-0 Leganés (16/04/20) Ansu Fati 42’ ⚽️ Messi 69’ (pen.) ⚽️