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prayforleonardo · 1 year ago
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UEFA Europa League and UEFA Europa Conference League
RESULTS 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝟯
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reijndeers · 13 days ago
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feyenoord is the most inconsistent club i've ever seen
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probayern · 3 months ago
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Queen where have you been? we've missed u during match days 😔
😭😭😭 grad school... i've missed you guys too but tragically i have class on wednesdays during ucl match time :( i'll be able to watch the next few though!! tuesdays are better :) and the weekend ones
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lexqa · 5 months ago
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i’m back y’all🎊🎊🎊
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whitehartlane · 1 year ago
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BURNLEY vs TOTTENHAM Sept 2 2023 / 2-5 Son 16', 63', 66' Romero 45+2' Maddison 54'
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vita-min-ze · 8 months ago
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Thank you Austria, thank you Georgia for being the highlight of matchday 3 and giving it some flair!!
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doctorwhobracket · 2 years ago
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Round 3, Matchday 3
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These won’t be out until later today. I could do everything but the episode synopses now, but those more or less triple my prep time since my phone doesn’t love copy and pasting to tumblr, so since you can’t edit a post with a poll in it, this’ll just be a trailer for the matchups for now.
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cryingforcrocodiles · 2 years ago
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if united lose the final im going to turn into the young kippa but got united just letting you all know
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ugartecoco · 1 year ago
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my fpl is in the mud dlashdfhfddlh
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sportychurch · 1 year ago
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Odds On: Champions League Predictions 2023/24 Matchday 3 (Tue) Best Football Betting Tips
Champions League betting tips, picks and predictions for the 2023/24 season from Oddspedia. We’ve got the best betting picks … source
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meazalykov · 2 months ago
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catarina macario x chelsea!reader
summary: too focused on the game, you forgot to focus on yourself
warnings: angst, fainting, reader passing out, period/menstrual
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you woke up to an ache low in your abdomen that made you want to stay in bed for at least another hour. the pain was sharp, almost like your body was protesting the fact that it was morning. 
as you curled into yourself, the realization hit—your period had arrived. the timing couldn't have been worse. today was matchday, and not just any matchday. you were playing manchester city, one of the most crucial games of the season. 
this wasn’t a day for excuses or slowing down. you took a deep breath, forcing yourself to sit up despite the persistent ache.
the sunlight streamed through your bedroom window, and your phone buzzed on the nightstand. grabbing it, you saw a message from catarina:  
good morning, amor 
see you out there today. crush it like you always do. i love you <3
you smiled softly, her message giving you a small boost of motivation despite how miserable you felt. cat always knew how to make things feel better, even with a simple text. still, the cramps were unrelenting, and you knew they weren’t going anywhere. 
you rubbed your stomach absentmindedly, silently cursing your body for betraying you on such an important day.
there was no time to dwell on it. as you glanced at the clock, panic set in—you were running late. the usual routine of stretching, eating breakfast, and hydrating with a pitcher of water was completely out the window. 
you threw on your chelsea training hoodie, grabbed your bag full of necessities, and rushed out the door without a second thought. breakfast and water would have to wait. the match was all that mattered right now.
by the time you arrived at stamford, the atmosphere was attractive. fans were already filtering into the stands, their excitement palpable. matchdays like these were why you loved football. the energy, the stakes, the chance to prove yourself—it was what you lived for.
 the discomfort in your stomach was shoved to the back of your mind as you focused on the task at hand. this game was about keeping chelsea at the top of the league table. nothing else mattered. not even your discomfort.
in the locker room, the pre-game excitement was contagious. your teammates were focused but relaxed, their confidence filling the space. you could feel your own adrenaline building, pushing past the lingering ache in your body. as a midfielder, you thrived on being the engine of the team, the player who could shift the momentum with a single play. against a team like manchester city, your tactical mind and speed were going to be crucial.
before you stood up to get into the tunnel, you felt a hand on your shoulder. you turned around to see catarina, who you gave a light smile to before giving her a light peck on the lips. 
“have fun out there, ok?” the american says. 
“sure will.” you gave a fake smile, still ignoring the cramps that were now traveling up your back. 
the whistle blew to start the first half, and the game was as intense as you’d expected. city pressed high, their forwards like miedema and roord were relentless in their pursuit of the ball. you tracked back tirelessly, intercepting passes and closing down angles with precision. 
your vision on the field was sharp, your decision-making quick. when you threaded a perfect through ball to ramirez, the roar of the crowd was deafening as she slotted it past the keeper.
one-nil to chelsea.
the pressure didn’t let up. miedema, city’s forward, was a constant threat. her pace and precision forced your defense to stay on high alert. you found yourself marking her more than once, your legs burning as you kept pace with her runs. 
the cramps in your abdomen were a dull throb now, but you ignored them. you couldn’t afford to slow down, not in a game like this.
by halftime, you were drenched in sweat, your legs heavy but your heart still pounding with adrenaline. in the locker room, you downed a small cup of water, but it barely made a dent in the dryness of your throat. 
you didn’t think about eating the small tray of fruit that laid on the table in the dressing room, despite the gnawing emptiness in your stomach. the game was all-consuming, and you were determined to see it through.
the second half was even more intense. manchester city came back with a vengeance, determined to equalize. you threw yourself into every play, your body running on pure determination. 
around the 70th minute, though, things started to feel... off.
at first, you thought it was just nerves. your stomach growled loudly, but you brushed it off as pre-match jitters lingering in your system. then, your vision started to blur slightly around the edges. your legs felt heavier than usual, each step taking more effort than it should have. 
you blinked, trying to shake off the dizziness.
miedema came charging down the right flank, the ball at her feet. instinct took over as you stepped in, timing your tackle perfectly to steal the ball. you turned, looking for an outlet, and spotted ramirez making a run down the center. with a quick pass, you sent the ball her way. but as soon as the ball left your foot, your legs gave out.
you didn’t feel yourself hit the ground. 
when you opened your eyes, the world was a blur of bright lights and muffled sounds. your head was pounding, and your entire body felt drained. the first thing you recognized was nusken’s face hovering above you, her expression a mix of worry and relief.
“y/n, can you hear me?” her voice was soft, almost hesitant. 
“you’re okay. just stay still.”
you blinked slowly, your mind struggling to piece together what had happened. the medic was leaning over you, checking your pulse and murmuring instructions to someone nearby.
“what happened?” you managed to croak, your throat dry and scratchy.
“you’ve fainted,” nusken said, squeezing your hand gently. 
“just relax. we’ve got you.”
fainted. the word echoed in your mind as the memories came rushing back. the match, miedema, the ball leaving your foot, and then... nothing. embarrassment and guilt washed over you as you realized what must’ve happened in front of the entire stadium.
“where’s cat?” you whispered, barely able to get the words out.
“she’s on the bench,” the german replied. 
“she saw everything. she’s worried sick.”
on the bench, catarina had been frozen with fear the moment she saw you collapse. her first instinct was to run to you, but protocol kept her rooted in place. her hands were clenched tightly in her lap, her heart racing as the medics worked on you. 
seeing you, her strong and determined y/n, lying motionless on the pitch was a nightmare she couldn’t shake.
when the medic confirmed you were conscious, catarina felt a small wave of relief, but it wasn’t enough. she needed to see you, to know you were truly okay.
the final whistle blew, and chelsea secured a 3-1 victory, but catarina barely registered the result. all she could think about was you.
when catarina finally saw you in the medic area, the sight of you propped up on a cot with dark circles under your eyes made her heart ache. she sat down beside you silently, her eyes scanning your face for any sign of how you were feeling.
“how did the game go?” you asked, your voice weak but carrying a hint of your usual humor.
“we won. 3-1,” she said softly, her tone hesitant. 
“but let’s not pretend that’s the most important thing right now.”
you sighed, the guilt evident in your expression. “it’s my period,” you admitted quietly. 
“i wasn’t thinking. i forgot to eat or drink anything this morning.”
catarina’s brows furrowed in concern, her worry quickly mingling with frustration. 
“amor, you know you can’t do that. you can’t just forget to take care of yourself.”
you avoided her gaze, feeling like a scolded child. “i didn’t have time,” you muttered. 
“i was running late.”
she let out a deep sigh, running a hand through her hair. “you scared me, y/n. when i saw you go down like that... i thought...” her voice broke slightly, and she looked away, trying to compose herself.
“i’m sorry,” you whispered, your own voice thick with emotion. “i didn’t mean to scare you.”
her gaze softened, and she leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “your apology is forgiven once you start catching up on your hydration. deal?”
you nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips despite everything. 
catarina reached down and grabbed a plate wrapped in foil along with a water bottle. “i grabbed this for you from the lounge. i figured you’d need it.”
you unwrapped the foil to find your favorite meal—chicken and rice with a small bowl of strawberries on the side. your stomach growled loudly, and catarina couldn’t help but laugh softly.
“eat, amor,” she urged, handing you a fork. “and drink. all of it.”
as you ate, you felt a wave of gratitude for her. she didn’t have to do any of this, but she always did. she always cared, even when you didn’t.
“i’m really sorry,” you said again between bites. 
“i’ll be better about this. i promise.”
“you’d better,” she replied, her tone teasing but still laced with concern. 
“because if you scare me like that again, caoch and i will tie a water bottle to your wrist and a snack bag to your other hand.”
you laughed, the sound weak but genuine. “you’d really do that, wouldn’t you?”
“absolutely,” she said, leaning in to kiss your temple. “now finish eating. you need your strength.”
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flemingology · 4 months ago
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Biggest Little Fan | Jessie Fleming x Reader
In which: you take your daughter to her mum's football game for the first time
Warnings: none
WC: 1.6k
A/N: based on this request. Realized I am not good at writing the kid dynamic. I don't know if I'll do it again but I still hope you enjoy!
Divider: @cafekitsune
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Amelia, you and Jessie's 5-year old daughter, had started picking up an interest for football the last couple months. It was almost inevitably really, seen the household in which she grew up. You and your wife had kept your daughter away from football in her first couple years, wanting to avoid that she became a thing in the media – like you had seen happen before to other players and their children.
Nonetheless, she had been nothing but nagging the both of you to go see one of Jessie's games. "I want to see mama kick the ball," she would claim excitedly. As much as you were fond of the idea, it took a little convincing to get Jessie on board. Although she loved the idea of her wife and her daughter coming to watch her games, both adorning shirts with number 17 and Fleming on the back, it was more the whole footballing environment that worried her. The noise, the people, it could get really busy and loud in a stadium and she knew her daughter was prone to be overwhelmed.
A couple weeks after it was initially mentioned, though, you'd finally been able to convince her. You had pushed her out the door the morning of matchday with the promise of bringing earplugs for Amelia, the koala teddy she brought everywhere with her that Jessie got her after she came back from Australia from the World Cup and a couple toys just in case she would get bored in the family box.
Your wife and you had struggled quite a bit with getting pregnant before it eventually worked out. After 3 failed IVF rounds, you were ready to give up, but Jessie convinced you to go for one more try. And as she promised, the fourth time was successful. You couldn't have wished for a better, more caring partner than Jessie during the 9 months. Now, though, it was like you fell in love with her again and again every other day. Jessie caring for you was one thing, but seeing Jessie care for your daughter had you feeling ways you don't think would ever be replicated by anyone or anything else.
Jessie would get quite insecure from time to time about how much time she spent away from home. Before Amelia was born, you two had grown accustomed to spending time away from each other, but ever since you had your little girl Jessie seemed to struggle with it a lot more. Endless Facetime calls from across the world would never ever come close to the real thing, but they would have to make do for the time being.
That's why, even though she only reluctantly agreed to the plan of bringing Amelia with you for the first time, she couldn't contain her excitement about the prospect of having her daughter in the stands for the first time. Occasions like these didn't come around too often, especially since you didn't travel around the world anymore to watch your wife now that you had a daughter. So to have a game in Portland on a time and day that worked out perfectly for you as a family, you really couldn't let the opportunity pass.
Your usual routine of getting ready for Jessie's matches now included getting your daughter ready too. Instead of bringing Amelia to your or Jessie's parents, she stayed with you throughout the day. You were both wearing matching Portland kits, your wife's name on the back. You knew how much Jessie loved seeing you wearing her last name on your back, let alone her daughter of 5.
Before you knew it, it was time to leave and you and your daughter found yourselves in your car, making your way to Providence Park. You'd left quite early, not wanting to be stuck in Portland traffic, which you knew would have driven your daughter crazy. Forever impatient – a trait she'd definitely taken over you –, it was never a good idea to be on a drive with Amelia during rush hour.
You parked in your usual spot in the family car park, making your way over to Jessie's family box. Her parents and sister were already there, neither would they miss the opportunity to watch their daughter and sister play football, especially now that they didn't have to watch Amelia for once. You held your daughter comfortably on your hip, her outstretched arms immediately looking for her grandmother when you said hello to Jessie's mum. You let her take Amelia while you said hello to everyone else, mingling a little and having a drink before you made your way over to your seat and waited for the match to begin, Amelia sitting proudly on your lap.
Your daughter couldn't contain her excitement when the teams walked out and she saw Jessie, jumping up and down in your lap and clapping her hands when the league anthem sounded in the stadium. As part of her routine, Jessie looked up towards her family box before she walked to her spot on the field, shooting the five of you a small wave before taking her concentration back for the following 90 minutes.
The game went by quick, your daughter asking you questions every now and then about what was happening. She was surprisedly interested, not sparing her koala teddy or toys a single glance – up until Jessie was subbed off in the 80th minute, then she found it a little harder to keep still. Elysse proposed to take her off you for a while, entertaining Amelia for the remaining couple minutes of the game. Not long after, the referee blew the whistle, signaling the end of the match that ended in a 2-1 win for Jessie and her teammates. She didn't get a goal or an assist, but she had been instrumental in her team's build-up play and you knew that she would be happy with her performance.
The team made the lap around the pitch and made sure to thank the fans that had come out to see them, signing a shirt or taking a picture every now and then. You were enamoured with the way Jessie interacted with kids, it had always been a topic of conversation between the two of you before you had Amelia. She was so good with kids and whenever you would see her interacting with her mascot, or children that had come to see the game, you felt a strong sense of domesticity overcome you and simply couldn't wait to have one of your own. Standing here, Amelia on your hip animatedly telling you about how she thought her mama was so cool playing football, you couldn't really believe that this was life.
Before long, Jessie and her teammates arrived at the family section and players started to climb over the bars to make their way to their family and friends. Jessie lingered a little with Janine's family before she made her way over to her family, engulfing her parents and Elysse in a big group hug. She hadn't seen them for quite some time, football wasn't a particularly forgiving job so she was happy that she got to see them whenever she could. Amelia grew restless quite quickly and kept poking you and asking to be put down, but you knew Jessie liked the little moment of peace with her parents so you relented.
After a couple more moments Jessie managed to wriggle herself out of the conversation and eagerly made her way over to you both, a big grin forming on her face when she noticed Amelia sitting on your hip. Your daughter stuck her arms out for Jessie to grab and you let her, your wife smoothly taking her from you and settling her on her hip. "Mama, I watched you the whole game!" Amelia exclaimed, looking on with wide eyes at your wife, proudly telling her everything about the game that she noticed and remembered. You watched on as they interacted, your feelings overcome with pride as you thought about the little family you and Jessie had created.
A couple minutes later, Jessie put Amelia back down as she asked to go play with Elysse, the both of them now running around the family box as Amelia's giggled could be heard throughout the whole block. Jessie moved closer to you and pressed a quick, sweet kiss on your lips. "Thank you for coming, thank you for bringing Amelia. I loved it more than I thought I would," she exclaimed, leaning her head on your shoulder as you affectionately rubbed her back.
You pressed a kiss against her crown before speaking up. "I knew you'd like it. I loved it too, it's really nice to think about the little family we've created together."
Jessie looked up at you and you couldn't miss the unshed tears in her eyes, quickly wiping them away before they could spill. "I'm proud of this. Of us. We did so good," Jessie said, intertwining her fingers with yours. You both watched as Elysse was now running around with Amelia on her shoulders.
"We did very good. I love our family and I love you, Jess." Jessie squeezed your hand. "Forever."
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wosos-stuff · 1 month ago
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The journal of secrets
Chapter 3: A Public Appearance Together
The sun hung low in the sky as Y/N walked through the entrance of the event, her heart beating a little faster than usual. It was a casual meet-and-greet with fans, something the Arsenal team did a few times a year to stay connected with the community. Normally, Y/N enjoyed these events—they were light, fun, and gave her a chance to talk to the people who supported them every matchday.
But today felt different. Today, she wasn’t just Y/N, another player on the team. Today, she was *Alessia Russo’s girlfriend*.
Her eyes darted to the side, where Alessia walked beside her, casually adjusting her jacket as if this was just another day. Her calm demeanor made Y/N feel even more out of place, her nerves heightened by the knowledge that they were about to spend the evening acting like a couple in front of everyone.
“Relax,” Alessia said, her voice low and soothing. She must have noticed Y/N’s nervous energy because she gave her a small nudge with her elbow. “It’s just like we practiced.”
Y/N forced a smile, nodding. “Yeah, I know. I’m fine.”
But she wasn’t fine. Her heart raced with every step they took closer to the crowd of people waiting for them, phones out, eager to snap pictures and ask questions. This was part of the deal. They had to make it look real, and that meant staying close, holding hands, and—most importantly—acting like they were more than just teammates.
As they reached the first group of fans, Alessia slid her hand into Y/N’s, the gesture so smooth and natural that it made Y/N’s breath catch in her throat. She hoped the flutter in her chest didn’t show on her face. They exchanged smiles with the fans, signing jerseys and posing for photos, all while Alessia kept her hand firmly in Y/N’s.
Every now and then, Y/N would glance at Alessia out of the corner of her eye, trying to read her expression. Alessia was all smiles and charm, laughing easily with the fans, her presence warm and inviting. She was so good at this—so good at making it look effortless. But Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that it was all too real, that the way Alessia held her hand wasn’t just part of an act.
It didn’t help that every time someone mentioned their “relationship,” Y/N’s heart did a little flip. The fans loved it—they cooed over how “cute” they were together, some even asking how long they’d been dating. Alessia would always answer with a playful smile, keeping it vague but believable.
“We’ve been keeping it low-key for a while,” Alessia said with a wink when one fan asked about how they got together. Y/N tried not to blush, forcing herself to smile along with the charade.
As the evening went on, the event started to wind down, but Y/N’s nerves never quite settled. She kept waiting for Alessia to let go of her hand, to step back, to put some distance between them. But she didn’t. Not once. And every time Y/N felt the warmth of Alessia’s fingers wrapped around hers, it was harder to remind herself that this was all just pretend.
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After the meet-and-greet, the team gathered in the back of the venue, relaxing and catching up before heading home for the night. The mood was light—everyone laughing, joking, and teasing each other about the evening. Y/N stood off to the side, watching as Alessia chatted with a few of the girls, including Katie McCabe and Beth Mead.
She was still riding the wave of nerves from earlier, her mind replaying every touch, every glance, every smile Alessia had given her in front of the fans. It had all felt so real, and yet it wasn’t. She knew it wasn’t. But the more time she spent around Alessia, the harder it was to keep her emotions in check.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard Katie’s voice, loud and teasing, as usual.
“So, Alessia,” Katie said with a playful grin, “now that you’re all ‘boo’d up,’ does this mean you’re off the market for good? I mean, I could always use a gorgeous date for a night out.”
The comment was harmless, just Katie being Katie, but Y/N felt a strange twist in her stomach. It wasn’t like Katie was serious, but something about the way she said it—the way Alessia laughed in response—made Y/N’s chest tighten.
Alessia waved her off, still grinning. “Sorry, McCabe. I’m a one-woman show now. You’ll have to find someone else.”
Katie laughed, pretending to look disappointed. “Ah, well. Guess my chances are shot, huh?”
Y/N should have laughed along with the rest of them, should have shrugged it off like she always did. But instead, she found herself glancing at the floor, trying to shake off the uncomfortable feeling curling in her chest. It wasn’t real. Alessia wasn’t hers. But for some reason, hearing Katie joke about it like that made Y/N’s heart sink.
Before she could dwell on it for too long, Alessia appeared at her side, her usual playful smile in place. “Hey, you ready to head out?”
Y/N blinked, nodding quickly. “Yeah, let’s go.”
As they walked out together, Y/N couldn’t help but wonder if Alessia had noticed the flicker of jealousy that had passed through her. She hoped not. This was already complicated enough.
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By the time they made it back to Alessia’s flat, Y/N’s nerves had settled slightly, though the nagging feeling from earlier still lingered in the back of her mind. Alessia was all casual ease, tossing her jacket onto the couch and grabbing a couple of beers from the fridge.
“You want one?” Alessia asked, holding up a bottle.
Y/N hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah, sure.”
She took the beer and sat down on the couch, feeling a little out of place. This was the first time she had been to Alessia’s place since they started this whole fake relationship thing. It felt weird, sitting here like this—so normal, yet so loaded with unspoken emotions.
Alessia plopped down beside her, kicking her feet up on the coffee table as she took a sip from her bottle. “So,” she said, glancing over at Y/N, “I’d say we did pretty well today.”
Y/N smiled, nodding. “Yeah, I think we sold it.”
“Definitely,” Alessia agreed, her eyes twinkling with that familiar mischief. “People were eating it up.”
Y/N laughed softly, taking a sip of her beer. “Yeah… they were.”
But as the conversation lulled, a comfortable silence settled between them, and Y/N found herself glancing around Alessia’s flat, taking in the small details. There were framed photos on the wall—pictures of Alessia with her family, her friends, and even a few of
 her younger self in football kits from her early days in the sport. It was a glimpse into Alessia’s life, a side of her that Y/N hadn’t really seen before.
After a few minutes, Alessia sighed, leaning back against the couch. “You know, it’s weird.”
Y/N looked over at her, curious. “What is?”
“This whole thing,” Alessia said, waving her hand around vaguely. “The fame, the attention, the pressure. Sometimes I feel like I can’t breathe, you know? Like… everyone expects me to be this perfect version of myself all the time.”
Y/N’s heart clenched at the vulnerability in Alessia’s voice. It was rare for her to hear Alessia talk like this—open, raw, and honest. Usually, Alessia was all confidence and charm, always putting on a brave face. But here, in the quiet of her flat, she seemed… different. More real.
“I get that,” Y/N said softly, turning to face her. “It’s a lot to carry.”
Alessia nodded, staring down at the beer bottle in her hands. “Yeah, and sometimes… sometimes I just wish I could turn it all off, you know? Just be Alessia. Not ‘Alessia Russo, the footballer,’ or ‘Alessia Russo, the media darling.’ Just… me.”
Y/N didn’t know what to say. She had always seen Alessia as this untouchable figure, someone who had it all together. But now, hearing her talk like this, Y/N realized that Alessia had her own struggles, her own fears. It made her feel even closer to her—made her want to be there for her, to be the person Alessia could rely on.
But that wasn’t what this was. This wasn’t real.
“You can be that person,” Y/N said quietly. “With me. You don’t have to pretend.”
Alessia looked at her, surprised, but there was something warm in her eyes. Something that made Y/N’s heart skip a beat.
“Thanks,” Alessia said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I… I appreciate that.”
For a moment, they just sat there, the silence between them filled with unspoken words. And in that moment, Y/N forgot about everything—forgot that this was all supposed to be pretend, forgot that Alessia wasn’t really hers. All she knew was that right now, sitting here with Alessia, everything felt real.
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Later that night, as Y/N lay in her own bed, staring up at the ceiling, her mind was a whirlwind of emotions. The more time she spent with Alessia, the harder it was to keep her feelings in check. She had promised herself that she wouldn’t let this fake relationship get to her—that she wouldn’t fall for Alessia. But it was too late for that.
She was already falling. Hard.
The problem was, she didn’t know if Alessia felt the same. She couldn’t tell if the moments they shared were real, or if they were just part of the act. Alessia was so good at pretending—so good at making it look real. But was it real? Or was Y/N just fooling herself?
She needed to talk to someone. Someone who wasn’t Alessia.
The next day, Y/N found herself sitting with Leah Williamson after training, her heart heavy with the weight of her unspoken emotions. Leah had always been a good friend, someone Y/N could trust. But even so, she wasn’t sure how much she could say without revealing too much.
“You seem a bit off,” Leah said, glancing over at her with concern. “Everything okay?”
Y/N hesitated, then nodded slowly. “Yeah, just… dealing with some stuff.”
Leah raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “What kind of stuff?”
Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair. “It’s… complicated.”
Leah didn’t press her for more, but she gave her a knowing look. “Listen, if you need to talk, I’m here. Just… be honest with yourself, okay? Don’t get stuck in something that’s going to mess you up.”
Y/N nodded, appreciating the advice, even if she couldn’t explain the whole situation. She had to be honest with herself—but that was the hardest part. How could she be honest when she didn’t even know what was real anymore?
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The tension between Y/N and Alessia grew in the days that followed. It wasn’t obvious—nothing anyone else would notice—but Y/N could feel it. She was pulling back, trying to protect herself from the growing feelings that threatened to overwhelm her. And Alessia… Alessia seemed to notice.
One evening, after a particularly quiet training session, Alessia caught up with Y/N as they walked off the pitch.
“Hey,” she said, her voice softer than usual. “You’ve been kind of distant lately. Everything okay?”
Y/N’s heart raced at the question. She hadn’t expected Alessia to bring it up, and now that she had, Y/N didn’t know what to say.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Y/N replied, her voice a little too quick, a little too defensive.
Alessia frowned, clearly not buying it. “You sure? You don’t seem like yourself.”
Y/N swallowed hard, trying to keep her emotions in check. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t tell Alessia the truth—not when she didn’t even know what the truth was.
“I’m fine,” she repeated, avoiding Alessia’s gaze. “Really.”
Alessia stared at her for a long moment, as if she wanted to say something more, but in the end, she just nodded. “Okay. But if something’s going on… you can talk to me, you know?”
Y/N nodded, her throat tight with unspoken words. She wanted to talk to Alessia, wanted to tell her everything—how confused she was, how scared she was of falling for her. But she couldn’t. Not yet.
“Thanks,” Y/N said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.
And with that, they parted ways, the tension between them still unresolved.
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gavisfanta · 9 months ago
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hii i love ur story's sm☺️☺️
but i was wondering if you can do a instagram with gavi? with the story!!☺️☺️
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INSTA FEED - GAVI
summary: you tried your hardest to hide it, but your dog gave it away
warnings: noneee
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@yourinsta
Finally back in Barcelona 🫶🏻🫶🏻 missed my home
liked by random and 829,829 others.
random: i hope you enjoyed your spain roadtrip❤️❤️
random: youre so pretttyyyy
random: girly i love you but Colleen Hoover is not it.
random: i think it ends with us is good
random: i hope ill see you
random: where is that?
random: she said it in the caption, barcelona
random: no but where in barcelona
random: barceloneta i think
yourbestie: I MISS YOU
yourinsta: I MISS YOU TOO
random: so cuteee
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@yourinsta
feliz dia de Saint Jordi!!!!! 💞💞
liked by yourbestie and 299,619 others.
random: that bear is so adorable😍
yourbestie: who's that hot chick in that first pic??? 😍😍😍
yourinsta: awww❤️
random: can we switch bodies?
random: frr
random: ouuu who are those gifts from...
random: 😍😍
random: youre so prettyyyy
random: her and gavi would actually fit together as a couple
random: I SEE IT I SEE IT
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@yourinsta
do you guys think he will be mad at me??? 🫠
liked by random 508,729 and others.
yourbestie: yeah honey i dont know but that perfume costs 200 euros....
yourinsta: its okay... ill just tell him that it was an accident...😬😬😬
random: WHO IS HE?!??!?!?!
random: okay but her pics>>>
random: i wish i was you
random: im atill not giving up about my theory with her and Gavi
random: im with you
random: YOU. ARE. SO. PRETTY.
random: 😍😍😍
random: can you check the dm i sent you??
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@yourinsta
< BCN 3
liked by pablogavi and 999,629 others.
random: love the fit girly
random: i was there yesterday
random: LOVE THE PICS
random: where is your jacket from??
random: THE FACT THAT GAVI LIKE THIS.
random: MY THEORY IS BECOMING THE TRUTH....
random: girl i get that you post gavi cause.....
random: im tired of hiding how fine he is
random: dont hide it. 🤷‍♀️
ferrantorres: 🤣
random: lmaoo what ferran??
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@yourinsta
i love acting like a tourist and going into all the souvenir shops
liked by pablogavi and 729,829 others.
random: I LOVE BARCELONAAA
random: GAVI LIKED AGAIN!??!?!?!
random: you are so prettyy 😍😍
random: the tourist shops are the best lmao
ferrantorres: he said he likes the third pic 🤣🤣
random: who is he...?
random: HE?
random: The fact that I miss her being somewhere else cause her party posts were always so fun
random: ARE WE REALLY GONNA IGNORE GAVI'S COMMENT?????
pablogavi: 😍😍
random: AAAA
random: IM FREAKING OUT
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@yourinsta
night time in bcn >
liked by pedri, pablogavi and 829,729 others.
random: camp nou at night tho>>
random: how did she even get in there at night?
random: maybe it was a matchday
random: but there was no game yesterday
random: its older then
random: i love living in barcelona
random: i was there in that pool it was so cool
random: the third pic is so quiet...
random: WHY DO PEDRI AND GAVI LIKE HER POSTS
random: where did you get the hoodie from??
random: youre so pretty in the first pic
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@yourinsta
this past week was an absolute dream, now I'm back to studying 😖
liked by pablogavi, ferrantorres and 739,729 others.
random: i can imagine that the past week was a dream. the barca players also like my posts in my dreams.
random: LMAOOO
random: I'd die to have your hair
random: whats the dogs name??
random: love how she represents the girl aesthetic of studying while having starbucks
random: frrrr
random: i absolutely live for the makeup in the first pic
random: hair tutorial when??
random: orange is so your color
random: nahh its still red
random: i still remember when she was in portugal... that felt like yesterday but ut was like 6 weeks ago
random: can we swap lifes? just for one day? pls
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@yourinsta
photo dump 🎀
liked by pablogavi, pedri and 1,012,829 others.
random: prettyyyy
pablogavi: buen coche 🤔 (nice car)
random: AAA
random: whats with the emoji tho...
random: how is she so lucky that barca players keep liking her posts???
random: first
random: GAVI DRIVES A CUPRA TOO. MY THEORY
random: shut up do you know how many people drive cupras?
random: yeah shes right
random: youre gorgeous. im serious.
random: hala madrid
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@yourinsta
day at home 💞
liked by pablogavi, pedri and 1,082,992 others.
random: YOUR HAIR IS SO HEALTHY. HOW.
random: okay i love that dog, its official.
random: youre giving golden retriver
random: i adore your aesthetic fr
random: how do you manage to stay so organized
random: when is your next trip?
random: youre so prettyy
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@yourinsta
what am i without watching sports??
liked by pablogavi and 992,829 others.
random: F1 ON TOP
pablogavi: 😍
random: hey gavi
yourbestie: What are you without sports in general???
random: TAKE ME WITH YOU
random: frr football and f1>>>
random: oh how i wish to be a wag
random: idk how people can be bored of watching sports
random: i love camp nou its so pretty
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@pablogavi
liked by yourinsta, pedri and 2,829,729 others
yourinsta: ayy guapo *liked by creator
random: wait hear me out. isnt that yns dog?
random: Omg youre right
random: HES SO FINEEEE
random: since when does he have a dog???
random: cant wait for the game against Cádiz!!!!
random: maybe theyre just friends...?
ferrantorres: 🤣🤣
random: OMG HIII
random: FERRAN SNITCHING??
random: you focus on scoring goal first
random: 😍😍😍
random: THATS YNS DOG???
random: YESS AAAAA
random: oh my god theyre just hanging out, chill that doesnt mean that theyre dating...
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@yourinsta
fine... yall little detectives figured it out...
liked by pablogavi and 2,018,662 others.
pablogavi: ❤️
pedri: finally!!! took long enough
ferrantorres: yall were so bad at hiding it from public
ferminlopez: they grow up so fast 😭😭
random: AAAAA
random: IM SCREAMING
random: THIS WAS SO UNEXPECTED
mikkykiemeney: welcome to the public wags 🫶🏻❤️
yourinsta: aaaa ❤️
hectorforr_: desearía serlo Y/n 😍😍 joder hermano te ves bien ( i wish i was yn, fuck brother you look good)
random: WHA
random: fort bro crazyyy
pablogavi: 💀
llamineyamal: mis padres 😍😍 (my parents)
random: lmaooo
random: THEYRE DATING???
jpcancelo: Por fin ya no nos molestará más jajaja 🤣🤣🤣 (finally he won't annoy us anymore)
pablogavi: 💀
aurorapaezg: 😍😍
random: aurora tell me is she good to gavi?
random: IM. DYING.
joaofelix14: @yourinsta tenemos que compartir ahora (we gotta share now)
yourinsta: PFFFF
random: HAHAHA
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whitehartlane · 1 year ago
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BRENTFORD vs TOTTENHAM Aug 13 2023 / 2-2 Romero 11' Royal 45+4'
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patriwoso · 2 years ago
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give them something to talk about
alexia putellas x reader
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You struggled at first, not playing beside Alexia after her injury put her out for so long. You had never gone this long without playing besides your girlfriend and the change was difficult.
A guilty feeling was there, playing each week whilst Alexia sat on the sidelines.
“How is Alexia?”
Each matchday, the dreaded question.
“Hmm, she’s fine. She’s sat up with Jana and Cata.” You smile at Pina, knowing she meant nothing by it.
You loved Alexia, everyone knew that, but the same question over and over is enough to annoy you.
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You ran out onto the pitch alonside Mapi, and started warming up together.
You looked up at the stands above the benches and spotted Alexia, smiling as she blew you a kiss.
The two of you were very private, not liking to put your relationship on the public stage too much so you didn’t blow one back with the cameras on you.
The game started off well, Aitana putting you 1-0 up in the fourth minute, yourself getting your first goal at the 25th. You celebrated with your team on the field before pointing up at Alexia and doing an A with your fingers for her, something you’d done all through the euros and the season so far.
Through the rest of the game you bag 3 more goals, ending the match 11-0.
After the match you walk around with your teammates, signing a few things for fans above the benches.
“Y/N ARE YOU DATING ALEXIA?” You hear one fan shout, ignoring what they ask and shuffling closer to Mapi as they begin to ask more and more.
“Do you guys ever stop?” Mapi snapped back at them, throwing the pen back in the stands.
You get a shirt thrown in your face from the same person that originally shouted the question.
“What the fuck!” You grumble, throwing it right back into the stands with the same energy. “I’ve had enough Maps,” you grab her hand and the two of you head back into the middle of the pitch where the rest of the team stand.
You see Alexia hugging a few teammates, but you stay standing patiently for your turn.
“Hola pretty girl.” You smirk, hugging her for a little longer than the rest did, keeping an arm around her waist when you pull away.
“You played amazing today.” She smiles softly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.
“Thank you, bebita.” You whisper, taking her hand in yours and fiddling with her ring.
“Yeh! And then some idiot threw a shirt in Y/N’s face.” You heard Mapi say to Patri.
“What?” Alexia looked at you, gaining the attention of everyone else.
“Hmm, it’s fine. Some guy just started shouting questions, if we were dating and stuff then he threw a shirt at me to sign. They just want the gossip to talk about.” You shrugged, not wanting to make a big deal anymore.
“I’ll give them something to talk about.” Alexia snapped, an angry tone in her voice.
She pulled you close to her and kissed you softly on the corner of your mouth, you rested your head on her chest and her arms hung over your shoulders and down your back, your own wrapped around her waist.
“Te amo mucho.” You whisper.
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