#c talks about barcelona

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I wasnt able to comment the Barça game yesterday bc Tumblr was not working for me 🥹🥲

But I've never been more proud of them

I'm soo glad they one, my favourite La Liga club won and Im so so proud 🫶🫶🫶🫶

Lewy dose goals were beautiful 🥹

[onlymingyus]

Somebody [SVTHUB world tour collab] (teaser)

pairing; choi seungcheol x f!reader

genre; smut (minor dni), fluff, angst, romance, fake dating au

summary; When you need someone to help you out of a bind quickly, you pick the first person you see to be your “boyfriend”, you just didn’t expect it to be your single hot dad neighbor, Choi Seungcheol…

content warnings; single father!seungcheol, teacher!reader, seungcheol has a child (obviously), eating/drinking, jeonghan/joshua (implied relationship but not stated), betting metioned, alcohol, medical field - doctor!seungcheol, doctor!joshua, mentions cheating in past relationship, mentions death/accident of spouse - widow!seungcheol --- i am sure there are more, if there is anything important you want me to add let me know

smut warnings; unprotected sex (birth control mentioned), creampie, fingering, oral (f receiving), begging, crying (pleasure), multiple orgasm, lots of pet names, marriage kink, seungcheol carries the reader and is larger than the reader, manhandling, shower sex...again if I miss something let me know.

w/c; 25.2k and some change (623 extra words for patreon bonus) [1.1k this teaser]

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Forcing a smile on your face after a long day, you stand up as the bell rings and parents start to move into the room to collect their children. Taking your time, you note each one, telling them to have a good evening and that you will see them in the morning. 

It wasn’t that you hadn’t enjoyed your day, but you could feel a headache behind your eyes and fifteen screaming five year olds was a lot for anyone. So as the numbers started to dwindle, you could feel the anxiety starting to fade from you. 

“Hey, buddy!” 

Glancing up as Matthew squeals happily, you watch him run towards a slender but fit man that you vaguely recognize. Perhaps he had been on Seungcheol’s walls in one of the pictures, but you didn’t have a name to put—

“Uncle Jeonghan!”

Ah, so this was Uncle Jeonghan that Matthew talked about so much. Picking up your clipboard, you furrow your brows, moving over to him and the man as you quickly make sure the man’s name is listed as someone authorized to pick up. 

“Have a good day? This must be Miss Y/N that your daddy talks about all the time.” 

Lifting your head from the clipboard, you meet the man’s eyes as your cheeks start to burn. Opening your mouth, you close it quickly as he smirks at you and ruffles the boy's head as he clings close to him. 

“I—Yoon Jeonghan? If you could just sign for Matthew, since you're not his legal guardian and only listed as an authorized person, it’s policy.” 

Taking the clipboard from you, Jeonghan grins as you seem to shy away at his words. He could see the appeal. You were beautiful and seemed responsible. You were exactly Seungcheol’s type. 

“No problem; Y/N. Cheol had to work in the ER today so here I am to save the day. I honestly don’t know why he didn’t just ask you to bring him home.” 

Scoffing in surprise, you watch as Matthew gasps and looks up at you like a new toy. 

“That’d be so cool! Miss Y/N, can you one day? I can show you my toys.” 

Not wanting to disappoint the boy, you give him a strained smile and meet Jeonghan’s eyes, realizing he was an enabler. Seungcheol should have warned you about him, but maybe he didn’t even realize how your first meeting with him would go. 

“Maybe… I’m your teacher, Matthew. We play at school—” 

“Well and his neighbor and his daddy’s girl—” 

Shaking your head, you watch as Jeonghan bites his lip to stifle a laugh before nodding and holding up his free hand as a way of surrendering. Apparently Seungcheol had shared some details of your “relationship” with his friend. You wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out, but you had a feeling this man was the type to pull you out and back into the spotlight. 

“Maybe one day, Matthew... but let’s not get our hopes up.” 

Pouting up at you, Matthew just nods and moves away from you both to go get his things. Letting out a breath, you take back your clipboard and put it down on a shelf behind you as you and Jeonghan glance towards the small boy as he pulls on his jacket. 

“He’d let you take him home.” 

Furrowing your brows, you glance over at Jeonghan and shift on your feet at his words and the implication behind them. Noticing how you seem to nervously shift from foot to foot, Jeonghan smirks and glances down at his phone in his hand, answering a text from Seungcheol as he speaks to you. 

“One day he’ll man up and ask you out for real. This fake dating shit—” 

“Don’t curse in my classroom, please.” 

A laugh slips from between his lips as he glances up from his phone to offer you an apologetic smile before nodding and continuing. 

“Sure, sorry. As I was saying, this fake dating nonsense you two have going on right now isn't going to work. I can already tell you like him.” 

Insufferable. That's how you’d describe Yoon Jeonghan. You had known him for less than ten minutes and already you knew he was going to be an issue in your life. Crossing your arms, you start to sigh into your words, a dramatic big breath, when Alex’s voice once again ruins your moment. 

“Matt, buddy, let me help.” 

Jeonghan watches as your head moves like prey sensing a predator towards the other teacher, who was now helping Matthew with his bag. His eyes move to his godson’s face as he grimaces as the man tugs on the straps, keeping them tight on his arms. 

“He’s fine, Mr. Alex. Thank you.” 

You still sounded like yourself, with that sweet tone to your voice, but even Jeonghan could hear the hint of malice behind it. So this was Alex, and now Alex thought it was okay to mess with Seungcheol’s son. The “fake” dating made sense. This man did not understand boundaries and used everything in front of him as an open door. 

Stepping in front of Alex, you smile at Matthew and the smile transfers to the boy’s face. Jeonghan feels relief wash over him at the sight as you kneel down, adjust the straps back to where they were and then tie his shoe properly. 

“I was just helping out a student, Miss Y/N.” 

Oof… There was so much tension in this room that even Jeonghan felt like he was going to drown in it. Stepping forward, he clears his throat and offers his hand towards Matthew, letting him take his fingers. 

“And while I’m sure she appreciates that, and the parents do... I don’t know you, Mr. Alex, was it? From where I was standing, some strange man was touching my godson, which honestly made me nervous for a moment. I’d be more careful; this isn’t your classroom.” 

Standing up, you feel your cheeks burn under Alex’s eyes as he looks to you to defend him, but you don’t. Jeonghan had a point. Not every parent or guardian knew who all the teachers were, not even the students knew the other teachers. Simple acts could be misunderstood and while he was doing something to “be nice” and it was innocent, you knew there was another reason he was inserting himself into your and Matthew’s lives. 

“Well, I do apologize for the misunderstanding. My classroom is right down the hall. I was just coming to see Miss Y/N. We are very close.” 

Jeonghan just smirks at the man and shoots you a glance before looking at his phone and seeing a reply from Seungcheol. 

“I’m sure you are.” Dismissing the man, he looks at you and smiles brightly. “Y/N, dear… Cheol asked me if you wouldn’t mind helping me with Matthew once you get home? I’m an awful cook.” 

Opening his mouth to say something, Alex stops when Matthew squeals with delight and grabs at your shirt, begging you to come over. 

Another point to you and Seungcheol. 

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kintsugi

pairing: alexia putellas x anneliese hoffmann (oc)

summary: your relationship with a certain blonde captain is complicated especially since all you can do is think about her but every time you try to move forward with her something always pulls you back.

a/n: orange coloured text mean that is german, blue coloured text means that its dutch and red coloured text means spanish. i hate writing games so it will probably be written horribly. the end isn't written the best as i didn't really know how to finish it and sometimes it’s hard to write exactly how you want it to turn out also if there’s any spelling mistakes i’m sorry but enjoy

w/c: 7.3k

playing at barcelona had been a dream of yours since you were a kid despite growing up germany to a german mum and a dutch dad. you immediately fell in love with the club ever since he introduced you to the club at a young age and you always flew out to see them play when you can.

just before the world cup the club had contacted you telling you that they wanted your and before they finished the sentence you blurted out a yes. saying yes was even easier when you knew caroline, ingrid and fridolina from wolfsburg.

despite germany’s early elimination which shocked not only the team but the world especially since we were in the euros final. but watching the rest of the tournament was a learning experience and time to learn your new teammates way of play.

though it was hard to leave wolfsburg as you’ve been there for as long as you could remember. slowly making your way to the first team but barcelona was the right challenge you needed. with your arrival at barcelona the wolfsburg girl’s immediately took you under their wing.

after being at barcelona for a couple of months of being there you fell in love with the atmosphere. being able to play with the worlds best alexia with some other players who were worthy of it. you learned so much.

apart from the girls from wolfsburg you got along with esmee the most as the both of you are dutch. the rest of the team you got along with easily but your friendship with alexia was weird. the two of you got along but it was awkward at least in your eyes.

today was the day barcelona were gonna play eintracht frankfurt in germany and you were over the moon. to be able to speak german again and be at home. but more importantly to see national teammates but especially laura.

the both of you made it through germany’s youth together to the first team she reminded you of your sister that’s why the two of you first bonded.

the four old wolfsburg girl’s walked out one the pitch talking about all the fun the lot of you had on germany. your eyes grazed the field in hopes of finding the familiar blonde you knew. once they did you ran to the girl jumping on her back which caused her to nearly fall.

“anne, missed me?” laura said with a joking tone and placing you down on the grass “of course we don’t even live in the same country anymore”

she looked at you talking in your appearance “how’s spain been treating you? you’ve even got a tan” you went on blabbering about the spanish life and how everything was perfect until alexia called you over telling you it was time to prep for the match “see you soon” pulling the girl in a long hug before making you way back.

“you know you shouldn’t be fraternising with the enemy afterwards sure but before no” alexia told you in her caption voice before walking away.

★★★★★

you told the team how they played just before the lot of you went on the pitch as you knew how the team plays. but despite that the team let a goal slip by none other than laura. over the years whenever the two of you played each other and one of you scored the other did shortly after.

thought that didn’t happen in the first half it happens it soon happened shortly after the second half started. when they were given a free kick which you decided to take and went it. which seemed to fill the team with more energy as as two more goal came from mariona in the fiftieth minute and salma in the sixty seventh.

once the final whistle was blown you went around congratulating the players and spending extra time with your national teammates.

“you just had to score the first goal didn’t you” teasing the girl seeing as your team won in the end “and you just can’t keep copying me. i score and then you score some may say you’re obsessed with me” laughing at her comment and pushing her shoulder away.

“well you know what they say look up to your elders—” laura was about to retaliate when a blonde girl came and placed a hand on your lower back causing you to jump slightly at the placement.

alexia was out for a little bit as her knee was causing her irritation but she could still travel with the team if she wanted to “great goal by the way. i’m happy it’s with us not against us” her eyes looked directly at you forgetting that laura was there completely before walking off to mapi before you could respond. your eyes followed her before looking back at your friend.

your best friend looked at you knowingly "what?” questioning her gaze on you, but she stayed quite “laura what? i don’t like when you look at me like that”

“you like her” her theory caused your eyes to widen while trying to come up with something. Which caused her to think her to think her theory was right “no i don’t i just think that she’s pretty and talented”

“sure”

“well esmee’s calling me so i got to go” pointing at the girl on the other side of the pitch who wasn’t even looking in your direction “byeee” running to the dutch girl as fast as you could.

“you can’t run away from this” the german girl shouted across the pitch.

★★★★★

it was now christmas break and the girls were hanging out before they all went away doing their own thing for christmas. they all had family to go home to but you couldn’t it would be too much.

when you were little you used to love christmas spending time with your parents and sister. the snow the music and the markets in town. it was also conveniently when your birthday was the day before christmas.

but then the whole thing with your sister happened making you hate your birthday and christmas.

hearing all the plans the girl has made you sad. ingrid and mapi going to norway to experience a scandinavian christmas with snow and then coming back to spend time with mapi’s family.

esmee going back to the netherlands to be with her family.

fridolina going home to sweden to spend time with her boyfriend.

the whole team talked about the plans they had this christmas. you sat there quietly listening but barely taking in the words that were being spoken. how they’d spend time with family their parents, brothers, sister.

sister

SISTER

SISTER

“anneliese, you got any special plans this christmas?” you started at the cup of tea in your hands before alexia nudged your shoulder tapping you out of your thoughts.

smiling “nope I’m staying here by myself just need some time away from home”

“alone for christmas” salma said with a sad smile at the thought of her teammate being alone on a day meant to be spent with family and your loved ones.

all the girls who were staying in spain offered to let you stay with them all except one alexia who sat there quietly while you kindly declined the girls despite their persistence.

the night ended soon after with you laying in your bed scrolling through your phone when a message appeared.

alexia

no one shouldn’t be alone on christmas

spend it with me and my family

anneliese

as kind as that is i don’t want to intrude

plus i’m fine being on my own

alexia

i won’t have it

join me and my family on christmas eve at least

anneliese

your not gonna take no for an answer are you

alexia

nope

anneliese

fine but only cause your so persistent

alexia

great can’t wait to see you

so there you were sat with alexia’s family as light chatter filled the room. you admired what they had, her close relationship with all her family.

her mum welcomed you as of you were her own, hugging you immediately when went through the door. completely forgetting about her daughter.

you’d forgotten what it was like to be with family on holidays you rarely were.

you and alexia weren’t even that close, not like you were with ingrid, frido and caro. so for the the catalan girl to ask you to spend christmas eve with her family it caught you off guard.

why?

the two of you never spent time outside of of football unless it was team bonding night other than that the two of you were basically strangers.

after being dragged away by alba who talked about anything and everything from her job to saying that the two of you should meet up for dinner one day. as she said and i quote ‘no wonder alexia been hiding you from me she’d know that we’d immediately get along. we have to grab dinner some time’

“i’m going to borrow her for a second” alexia said to her sister and pulled you along with her to the garden “thought you’d want a breather, i know how my sister can be”

she brought you out to the garden area which had a nice outdoor sofa facing the sunset that was currently happening. flowers covering every corner of it making the scene in front of your eyes look like one that should be in a museum.

looking at the girl “no honestly it’s fine she’s so kind we actual lot have planes to get dinner soon” a shocked look was on the girls face “i admire the relationship you have with your sister it’s so pure and cute” it got you thinking about your sister and your relationship with her the two of you should of been like them but instead you weren’t.

“you have any siblings?” the question wasn’t even a hurtful one but it did it cute deep and she didn’t know no one did except for your family “yeah a twin sister actually. we used to be like exactly like you and alba” smiling fondly at the memory.

“if you don’t mind me asking why aren’t you?”

“we just don’t talk anymore” a sad smile painted on your face which alexia took as a sign to drop the topic “well i’m glad you decided to join me today” placing a hand on your shoulder.

“well you were very persistent and i can’t exactly say no to my captain”

she laughed at your comment, you hadn’t been this close to alexia ever and you’ve never really appreciated her beauty. her hazel eyes, her blonde hair which was glowing due to the sun behind her, the dimple that appeared when she smiled.

“you’re so pretty” the words blurted out before you could stop them from coming out, covering your mouth in shock and staring directly at the girl who’s smile seemed to get bigger.

the blonde girl moved closer to you so that your legs were touching “thank you so are you” complimenting you back with a slight giggle.

you saw her eyes flicking between your eye’s and lips whilst yours did the same. the two of you slowly got closer to each other to the point where you could feel her breath on you. just one of you had to move forward and your lips would be touching and alexia was the one to do so.

“anne you didn’t tell me it was your birthday” alba walked through the door just as you’re lips were about to touch. you looked at alexia and saw as her faces fulfilled with shock? hurt? sadness? over the fact you didn’t tell her.

“yeah i guess how’d you know?”

alba waved your phone in the air “well your phone kept ringing so i was going to check who it was and then they sent a happy birthday message so i put it together”

walking to alba you grabbed your phone “well i’m going to call them back real quick” walking further in the garden.

alba walked and sat where you previously were “did you know it was her birthday and don’t think i didn’t see what was happening there you were about to kiss her” she gushed over the scene that was about to unfold in front of her, happy to see the girl happy and in love again “omg your really like her”

“alba” dragging out her name “i don’t know one second she was telling us she was spending christmas alone and then i invited her without even asking mum. and that not like me i like plans, a schedule. i don’t know what’s happening to me, we’re not even that close as you can tell cause i didn’t even know it was her birthday. i feel like shit cause i don’t have anything for her—”

“alexia it’s okay breathe. it’s okay to like her, i get it she’s nice easy to talk to. oh and you know mum called it the second the two of you walked through the doors” her eyes brightened when her sister said that, the thought of her mum liking you “really”

“yeah, so did i” the smile on her face only grew bigger

walking back to the sisters “just had to listen to my parents complain about how it took me too long to answer” attempting to joke as you could tell you not talking alexia about your birthday hurt her “i’ll leave you guy’s alone” alba touched your shoulder with a smile before walking back in “happy birthday”

“i’m sorry i didn’t tell you i wanted to but i don’t really celebrate it after everything with my sister. it just reminds me of her and i kind of just forgot so i’m so sorry—”

“— it’s fine if just wish i could of got you something and made this day more in your honour” holding your hand and rubbing her thumb on the top of your hand “honestly it’s the most fun i’ve had in forever”

it was true, as bad as it sounded you forget about your sister. for the first time in forever you forgot about the girl and had peace in your mind, you felt guilty but it felt nice.

“let’s go back in”

the german girl started to walk back inside “i actually do have a present for you” her hand grabbed yours spinning up around.

“how you just found out—” alexia’s lips met yours causing you to freeze in shock before reciprocating and wrapping your arms around her neck pulling her closer to you. pulling apart to catch a breath before pecking her lips two more times.

“you just kissed me?” your face full of shock by her public act in front of her family

“i did”

placing another kiss on your lips, never wanting to leave the moment “we should really go back inside” pulling away from the kiss.

the two of you went back inside with rosy cheeks. despite the kiss being in the open only alba and eli managed to see it. the only reason you knew that they saw was that alba was now jumping in excitement and eli was looking at you with an all knowing smile.

so hours later you found yourself having a few too many glasses of alcohol and you were giggling anything that was being said and clinging to the girl who complied putting your head underneath her’s. but with the alcohol you were in no shape to go back home.

"I can just sleep on the sofa" offering not wanting anyone to give up their bed for you.

eli shook her head at your idea "nonsense you and alexia can sleep in her room"

but before you could protest the two of you were pushed in the room. a scheme that was definitely orchestrated by the blonds sister, in hopes for the two of you to kiss again? confess 'feelings'? said feelings that you didn't even know what they meant. whether she had felt the same as you did? the whole situation confused you to much. being in a relationship was a bigger step for you than one might think.

cause of her

alexia's room was filled with her teenage brain pictures of her football idol's, some family photos mainly of her and her dad, old football gear, football trophies which helped make sense to all the awards she was getting now. though you had twenty nine year old alexia in front of you got to see all the younger versions of her.

the two of you laid in her old bed, you wearing one of her old football jersey paired with shorts.

your green eyes looked into her hazel ones as the two of you faced each other "I wish I could of made today more about you and overall more fun. instead you got a day with my family" pushing a piece of your hair behind you ear the main reason being so she could touch you.

be closer to you

"seeing your family be so happy honestly made this the best birthday I've had in years" a smile growing on the girl's face at the thought of you liking her family.

the hand stayed there stroking your face lightly the act so small but it had you feeling things. which got the german girl thinking as to if the girl in front of her had the same feeling. whether her actions were due to the alcohol the catalan girl had or so she could feel some sort of control in her life, she lost control on her leg causing her to be out with injury.

"goodnight, alex"

"goodnight, liese. happy birthday"

christmas eve ( your birthday ) was the first and last time the two of you kissed for a while.

★★★★★

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★★★★★

the thought of being with the alexia scared you. ever since the two of you kissed on your birthday it was all you could think about. you wanted to be able to kiss her whenever you felt like.

but wherever you thought about telling the girl that you wanted to be in a relationship with her all thoughts linked back to her.

the distance between that you put between the two of you was something that alexia felt. the way that every time that two of you would bump into each other outside of work you’d walk the other way or you’d walk past her muttering an excuse as to why you couldn’t sit and chat whenever she tried.

at work the two girls would only talk if they absolutely had to. their conversations only about football never about that night months ago.

what hurt alexia more wasn’t that the fact that you weren’t talking to her, it was the fact that you still saw her sister and not like once since the last you guys met or whenever your calendars aligned. but it was like once a week, at this point her sister was seeing her situationship? the girl she liked? her teammate? yes her teammate, that was the best word to describe their relationship given that they don’t even talk in unless needed.

alexia wanted to talk to you, the way the two of you talked in her mum’s garden. the scene replayed in her head everyday since then replaying the way you looked at her, the way you looked with the sunset making you look like something straight out a painting, the kiss that quite literally captivated her. and it was silly because it was one kiss well maybe like five including the small ones.

the most words you spoke to her was when she returned back on the pitch after her surgery with you simply congratulating her on it and the goal that she scored. plus the words you spoke to her after a little celebratory night out the team had for her return but you couldn’t remember anything ( probably due to the alcohol ) but alexia did she remembered everything.

alba could confirm this, as without a doubt everyday her sister would complain about the situation. that night it seemed as if the of you would take a step further or atleast see what would come with your relationship.

she thought it would lead to a couple dates, heartfelt talks and a few more kisses.

instead she got no dates, the two of you only talking about football when forced forced, you avoiding her and no kisses.

upon the alba’s complaints about how often she would hear her complaints, the girl confided in mapi instead and mapi being mapi she couldn’t keep her mouth shut and told ingrid ( just her thankfully ) about everything.

today was already a big day for you before knowing that it was the champions league final. the last time you were in one despite scoring the two goal which caused wolfsburg to be in the lead, but during the second half barcelona managed to bounce back and score three more. in the end they won your feelings towards the loss then were weird you weren’t as sad as you should of been, maybe it was because you deserved it as she was meant to be her not you.

you stole her dream, the life she deserved to have.

and you losing that final was the price to had to pay.

you sat in your cubby as the dark haired norwegian girl sat next to you “anna, mapi told me something yesterday and i don’t think that i was meant to know but you know how mapi is she can’t keep a secret” turning to the girl in confusion “about you and alexia, you know you’re allowed to feel love? in my years of knowing you not once have you talked about a girl even if someone asked you out you’d decline”

no one knew your reasoning as to why you pushed alexia away “it’s just so much more to it” keeping your response short so you didn’t reveal too much “it makes sense now the looks alexia gave you. you spending christmas with her. all i’m saying is don’t be afraid to let go and let yourself feel their love for you”

“ingrid”

“okay, if we win you have to at least give it a go you might not see it but it’s hurting alexia more than you know. but if we lose i’ll let it go and i’ll make sure mapi doesn’t push anything. whatever or whoever is causing you to push alexia away isn’t worth you living your life not being in love and i really would be perfect alexia is mapi’s best friend and ur mine so we could go on double dates”

it was such a simple sentence bit it caused all the emotions that you were feeling to resurface. tears started to build up and fall “oh anne, it will work all out in the end” wiping your tears away and kissing your cheek, you looked over at the blonde who was in the far right corner only to see the girl already looking at you sending you a little smile which you returned.

“okay, now let win this” nodding at the norwegian.

hours later you and the rest of the starting eleven started to walk on the pitch alongside olympique lyonnais. your heart started to beat faster at everything what the day meant to you before it was named as the final for the champions league. you looked at the catalan girl who was at on the bench.

breath anneliese

and the second the whistle was blown you had to put all you emotions aside. the first half wasn't an easy one with both teams proving as to why they were both in the final. lyon had many attempts some of them from corners but thankfully cata was able to save them. we just happened to have the same luck with all of our attempts to be save or have them merely miss the goal.

then half time rolled by and after a motivational team talk given by alexia. the deadlock was broken by you with an assist from keira. the two of you were passing the ball back and forth between each other when you started to run forward to the left side of the net and kicked it into the top right corner.

cheers erupted through the stadium, your teammates running towards you and the subs jumping in joy. they were all looking at you but your eyes were on team captain.

this was the most you’ve looked at her since then. since that night. it was just a glance at each other but it meant so much more to the both of us

it wasn’t until the 90th minute that the alexia came on for keira, claps through the stadium at a club legend coming on.

she showed just why she’s is know as one of the worlds greats. as in the ninety sixth minute claudia kicked the ball towards alexia who finished it off.

you watched as the girl took of her shirts and spun it around ( much like what chloe kelly did in the euros final when she done the winning goal ). you watched as she bowed down to her people, she looked and you completely forgetting about the others around her you were what mattered most and you ran toward her jumping in her arms and holding her face

“you just had to go and show them why they call you la reina” she laughed at your words “i hate when people call me that”

“okay well, my star girl showing the world why she’s the best”

and less than a minute later the final whistle blew and the two of you ran to each other again hugging, the rest of them soon joining the two of you. you began to sob many thought it was due to winning but it wasn’t it was cause of her.

ingrid’s words changed the way you looked at the situation, that maybe she’d would want you to be happy to find love again.

for years you thought that every big game that you lost was due to her, your sister. maybe you winning this game was her telling you that you could forgive yourself. that it wasn’t your fault.

the stadium was now close to empty all the family members and friends on the pitch.

you were gonna tell her.

now or never.

“alex, erm i’m so sorry for the way i’ve treated you pushing you away. only thinking of myself—”

“liese—”

“no please don’t interrupt me or i won’t say it. for years i thought that it was my fault. genny my twin was the one that loved football not me, i only went cause she did. then she got sick and i wanted to quit but she made me continue but she kept getting worse nothing was working the chemo barley did anything then one day she— she just died. i felt like i stole her life. i’m living the one she always wanted to live and i never even wanted it. i thought that every game i lost was punishment, for stealing her life. but today winning this game i think was her way of telling me that it was okay and that i can forgive myself. that i can let myself be loved and feel love. ingrid said that if we win this game i should tell you how i feel and alex i— the first day that we spent together just us was the day i realised that i loved you. the way you are with your family, how much people look up to you, how your simple show. i love everything about you—”

your words stoped the second she placed her hands in your cheeks “liese, i’m so sorry that you’ve been through all that but don’t think for a second that it was your fault that she died okay or that you deserve to the dead one okay. the world works in cruel ways and losing innocent loved ones is part of it unfortunately. i’m glad that you’ve realised it’s not your fault”

for once you didn’t care about anything only the girl in front of you.

the pair of you stayed together till you both spotted you family and went your separate ways. they went on about how proud they are of you, how proud she would be of you. the three of you were talking till your mum spotted ingrid’s mum and went to the norwegian who she grew a friendship with when you played in germany.

you spotted alba who was talking to her sister and you ran to the girl hugging her “i’m so proud of you” the girl whispered happy to see a genuine smile on your face “i see you and my sister have sorted things out” you nodded “good cause i can’t listen to her complaining about you none more” the words cause alexia too hot the girl in the head “hey that was between us”

smiling at alexia your alex “hate to break it to you but i already knew. you told mapi and then mapi told ingrid who had a little talk with me today” she swore under her breath about her best friend

“plus mums gonna be so happy that you found love” the girl blushed looking at you and gently pulling you in her arms “yeah i guess i have”

★★★★★

pretend its you in all the pictures with alexia , in the 5th ur esmee, 7th and 8th ur frido but in the 8th pretend aitaina is a image of her sister

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alexiaputellas for her

> anneliesehoffmann no for them

barca4ever i may seem delusional but i fell like there’s somet between her and alexia

ingrid_engen i told everything would work out in the end plus this win is already better cause we won it together. the wolfsburg gang is back

laurafreigang you deserved this so much anne

annehofflvr i honestly haven’t seen her smile more

marialeonn16 you know ingrid refused to take a picture with me until she took one with u stop stealing my gf

> anneliesehoffmann omg sorry not sorry wolfsburg gang > youu

fridolinarolfo the girl who deserves it most

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lena_oberdorf6 goals in finals just seen to be your thing

> anneliesehoffmann lena it don’t count if we lose 😭

user3565 why are half the pictures you and alexia

esmeebrugts so cute

★★★★★

you and alexia your girlfriend. if that’s what the two of you were. you guys done stuff that couple did, like going on dates, staying at each others place ( meaning you being at her's all the time ) , visiting her family. the two of you were basically a couple but neither one of you have fully asked the other to be their girlfriend.

this summer before the olympics the two of you explored more of barcelona together alexia showing you her home in between games. but for the time off the two of you had before both of you were off to national duty.

you showed her your homes, the first time you've ever done so to somebody you loved. you showed her germany some of your favourite places, some of your sisters favourite places growing up. it was such a small thing but it was so intimate to you, and alex knew that. you opening up about you're sister was such a big act no one really knew about her the fan's didn't only close friend's and family.

you showed her the netherlands the place your family moved after your sister. you're parents had gone away on holiday so that allowed you and alex to stay there.

the two girls were currently out for dinner at a nice restaurant which you went to a lot as a kid. it was a big place with seats in a garden filled with many flowers and plants.

"im happy that you wanted to give this a try” her hand moving a piece of your hair away. she could get used to this you sat beside her, going on little dates, the two of you “i'm happy i did too, so tomorrow i’m thinking maybe we could go to that breakfast place the one me and my family used to—”

“—be me girlfriend?” your sentence halted in shock of the catalans words. they caught the both you you by surprise “i had this whole plan to do it tomorrow after going out to dinner and then a walk through the park but i can’t wait i’ve wanted you to be my girlfriend since we kissed and it’s all i can think about since you said you wanted to give this a try”

“— yeah i’ll be you’re girlfriend” placing a soft kiss on the girls lips. it was different since their last, it held so much more emotion. it was raw and truly showed how you felt for each other. the thought of being someone's girlfriend used to scare to it due until a month ago where that fear turned into excitement. you were waiting till you would be able to call alex your girlfriend.

★★★★★

pretend it’s u in all the photos with alexia and in the 8th pretend that nathalie björn is u in alexia’s spain kit

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evrywoso OKAY HARD LAUNCH

annelisehoffmann i did not agree to that photo

> alexiaputellas don’t worry you look beautiful

ingrid_engen remember what i said before the final we better do that soon

> alexiaputellas you didn’t tell me anything

> ingrid_engen i was talking to anne not you

> alexiaputellas @annelisehoffmann liese ???

> anneliesehoffmann i’ll tell u in a second alex also why are you texting me when your right next to me

laurafreigang omg something happened and u haven’t told me but u told ingrid

> anneliesehoffmann 😝

wosolvr anne is alexia’s spain kit is so cute

albaps9 dinner date when

> alexiaputellas when i’m back just come over

> albaps9 ale i’m talking to anne not you plus i see u all the time

> anneliesehoffmann whenever i’ll cancel plans to see u

annehofflvr their nicknames for each other

> barca4ever i know it’s so cute and how alba’s friends with anneliese

marialeonn16 oh you so done it

user4567 so they’ve deffo met each other’s families

★★★★★

the olympics went neither of the girls way their first games went good germany winning 3-0 to australia and spain winning 2-1 to japan. germany was missing some key players like lena who tore her acl and mcl in a match that didn’t even matter as we had already qualified for the upcoming euros.

we were fine against canada which went to penalties which was 4-2 to us and funnily enough so pain went into penalties as well with a 4-2 win over colombia. then we played usa which seemed to be a problem for us even in the group stages which was a 1-0 win to them.

but for spain it went horrible. they just weren’t playing like they normally do, making silly mistakes which allowed brazil to take advantage of it. alexia wasn’t playing for the majority of the game till the 77th minute, and that was when the team started to play better but despite their sudden elevated energy ( which you said was due to alexia being on the pitch ) it wasn’t enough they still lost.

you were playing spain.

you were playing alexia.

obviously you had thought about having to play alexia but you didn’t think it would happen. the both of you had been dreading the game, it wasn’t just her you were playing a lot of the team played for barcelona.

the both of you starting.

but despite the two of you playing you swore to each other that you wouldn’t let what you feel stop from fully committing to the game.

when the two of you were on the pitch you didn’t know each other in fact the couple decided that they were to hate each other on the pitch.

and they done exactly that.

the second that whistle was blown you both had an aim and that was to get that bronze medal. germany’s motivation was to do this for obi and spains was to prove exactly why they’re the worlds best.

the first half was tough you didn’t really have any chances but spain, they were eager to get a medal and they had chances most hitting the crossbar out just being slightly off target. your defence wasn’t the best in the first half cutting it to close making these chances for spain and you were lucky that none went in the back of the net.

the second half was where the action started ( specifically the sixty fourth minute) to happen it was germanys chance. you were just past the half way mark where you saw gulia in the perfect position so you kicked the ball over to her.

the only person in front of her was cata who pushed gulia to move her from the ball which resulted in the referee giving a penalty immediately.

and you were gonna take it.

maybe it was because you knew how cata played but it still was hard. you always hated playing against your teammates even in friendlies but especially it important games like this one.

you watched spains last penalty shoot out against colombia and they were good. you saw how she played her tells.

you walked up to your spot and you could feel her eyes on you, and off you looked back at her you wouldn’t be able look to fully it would throw you off your game. but like the both of you agreed to use the your love as motivation to beat the other

taking a deep breath. your heard the whistle blow an ran towards the ball putting it in the bottom right corner while me cata went to left. running to where obi was and pointing at her so she knew that all this was for her. you turned around to hug lea who all ready had her hands open for you.

but that goal didn’t mean that germany would win the game can turn around in seconds and spain were known for doing that in the euro qualifiers and in the olympics.

if anything that goal lit a spark in the team more fouls were committed you and alexia committing some on each other.

jenni was a problem she wanted to make this level and get her name on the score sheet, a cross from olga to the center of the box right where jenni was headed toward the girl and luckly ann was there and saved another attempt from her.

and they kept coming spain these opportunities from spain but ann was always there to clean up our mistakes proving just how good she was.

the fully ninety + the seven was done all we had to do was make sure that we didn’t make any mistakes until you did resulting in a penalty to spain you and your teammates were convinced that you barley touched her and that she fell down dramatically as she was in the penalty area and knew that they could get a pently out of it.

you could be the reason that germany lose and as if it was some silly joke alexia was taking it for spain.

your alex.

against berger.

your feeling were conflicted even though you promised her you wouldn’t be. of course you wanted the best for alexia but you wanted, no needed your team to win not just for yourself but for obi for horst for your sister.

the situation was cruel but it was the game.

you were stood next to aitana ready to kick the ball away if it gets blocked and came back to the girls in red. you watch as you’re girlfriend, no alexia kicked the ball in the same direction as you did but this time it being saved.

your ran towards ann to hug her as a thanks for cleaning up your mistakes. surely this was the last action of the game and it was as less than a minute later the whistle was blown.

germany won.

the whole team ran to ann as she was the while reason that we won with all her amazing saves. but while you were all huddled up you saw a alexia was being comforted her teammates and you couldn’t help but feel guilty. but that was the game no matter how great the player is it’s a group sport.

after some time of talking to obi she was like your’s and lea’s child you were her wolfsburg mum and lea was a bayern mum well that was what the fans had been saying. alexia was finally alone sat down waiting for you, you slowly made your way and sat next to her.

the both of you sat silent till alexia broke the silence “i’m happy for you, you deserve it more than anyone i know” she finally looked at you with her hazel eyes, those eyes that you grew to love looking at “i don’t want you to think that you can’t celebrate or be happy around me”

putting her face in your hands, you knew the look that she had on her face. she blamed herself for spain’s loss “alex, it not your fault and no one’s looking at you differently for missing that penalty. you guys had ninety minutes before hand to put a goal in that net okay. you don’t see anyone else blaming themselves as much as you are, they all had chances. so don’t think for a second that missing that penalty erases the ballon d’ors and all the other award that you got. it’s a group sport and as hard as it sound every team needs to lose from time to time it helps show that no matter where your team is ranked you got to make sure you continue to work for it. in the end this will all work out for the better”

you watched as a smile began to rise on the girl’s face “thank you. i really needed that but seriously you were the better team and you played brilliantly today my star girl” repeating the same words you said to her in the champions league final. the day the two of you gave this a go.

the both of you sat there in each other shirts chatting about what you were gonna do what you were back in barcelona, back in her flat which is basically theirs with how often the german girl was sleeping over at alex’s.

no matter the result of a game their love for each other was bigger than what ever happens between them on the pitch. in the end the both of them knew they found the one. whether it was in english, spanish, catalan, german or dutch they knew that in every language that they spoke that they loved each other.

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A/N: yesterday i was in shambles trying to write this.. i keep getting sickness i write about 💀food poisoning next 😃

TW: Vomit, passing out, illness

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It all started with a small headache, it was one you could tolerate, probably just a bit of exhaustion and would go away once drinking water. The thing was though, it didn’t go away.

It was hot in Barcelona, 37° C hot. Water intake for everyone was high, and you were being made to drink extra water by not only the physios, but also your Captains.

Honestly, you thought everyone was feeling like this if you’d been drinking the most and still feeling headachy. You persevere though determined to not let a bit of pain decide how the training goes.

But when ignored, problems only get worse.

It only takes half an hour for your overall health to decline, and obviously people notice. How couldn’t they when it looked like you couldn’t even think straight.

Which is true. You don’t recognise what’s happening until Alexia is pulling you away and inside the air-conditioned room.

“Dios Mío. What are we going to do with you.” Is the first thing she says, putting you in the direct line of 18° coolness blasting. It isn’t enough though.

You feel yourself growing tired, your head dropping every few seconds.

“Hey, hey. Stay awake for me yeah?” Your captain asks you. The only thing you are capable of doing is groaning before ultimately passing out, falling into her chest.

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When you wake up again, you’re in a different room. A fan blowing on you and a UV line dripping into your skin. Alexia is also there, who has been joined by Marta and Mapi.

You feel sick to your stomach, shutting your eyes in hopes of holding anything inside back. Conceal don’t feel right? That’s what Elsa says.

You hear footsteps cautiously approach, you don’t have to open your eyes to know it’s Alexia.

“Nena?” She whispers quietly, placing her hand on your still slightly warm skin. You shake your head, trying to suppress any indicators that you were about to throw up. She knows better, Mapi knows better, Marta knows better.

The other captain throws Alexia a puke bag who holds it in front of your mouth.

“Come on, I know you don’t want to but please. You’ll feel better.” You give into her and into yourself. Retching into the bag, making all the girls in the room cringe at the sound.

Once you’ve pulled yourself together, Alexia closes the bag and disposes it in a bin in the corner.

“Are you going to throw up again soon or no?” She asks, sparing a glance at the other two.

“I should be fine, thanks Ale.” Your voice is hoarse and slightly cracks.

“Ok, good.” She leans against the table you’re on thinking about what to say next. Marta beats her to it.

“Why didn’t you speak up about how ill you were? We would’ve brought you in sooner.” You sigh.

“Well I thought we were all going through that! I had been drinking more water than you guys yet I’m still the one who is plugged into a machine?”

“You have to promise to tell us next time ok?” Alexia asks, you nod.

“Bebita, I have Ingrid ready in the car when you feel well enough. The doctor said you could take the UV out when you wake up” You smile at the thought of getting into your bed at home.

“Ok, thanks Mapi.” She pats your leg smiling.

“We’ll talk about this another day ok? Go home, get rest. You are not going to be training in conditions like these over the next few days. Some investigators are looking into why this has happened so they might want to talk to you at some point.” She finishes curiously.

“Well, sounds fun. I wanna go home now.” Mapi nods, helping you stay up and walking toward the car where Ingrid is already situated.

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When you get home you’re exhausted, hungry and sweaty.

“Come on elskling, I’ll run you a bath while Mapi gets you some light food. Then you can sleep for however long you need. Is that ok?” Ingrid says, pushing you inside.

“Mkay, thanks Ingrid.” She kisses your temple placing the training bags she was holding in her room before going to the bathroom to start a cool bath.

“I won’t make you anything warm, do you want a salad?” A salad does sound good, and refreshing.

“Sounds good.” She leads you to the bench, the cool countertop doing wonders against your warm skin.

She gets the salad ready rather fast, it’s not that big, but definitely enough that you won’t go to sleep uncomfortable.

Soon after eating your food, Ingrid comes back.

“Bath is ready when you are.”

You nod, legs still shaky so the couple helps you to the bathroom sitting you down.

“You’ll be ok?” Ingrid asks feeling your forehead, still cringing slightly.

“Yeah, I will. Thank you both… this means so much to me.”

“Don’t worry bebita, it’s the least we can do.” Mapi says smiling.

They both take your silence as a que to leave the room so they do. The bath relaxes you, and takes away most of the uncomfortable feelings inside.

When you’re done, you change into shorts and an old shirt, walking out slowly to the living room where Ingrid is reading a book and Mapi is playing with Bagheera.

Ingrid notices you first.

“Do you want medicine? Then you can sleep.”

“Yes please.” She gets up, going to medical cabinet pulling two paracetamol out and handing them to you with a glass of water.

“Drink.” You do as told and you finally let the exhaustion of the day come up to you. Before you realise what’s happening, Mapi has lifted you up and is taking you to your room.

“If you need anything, we’ll be here. Promise.” She whispers, putting you to bed. You smile up at her before falling into a peaceful slumber.

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thanks for all the love and support guys, i hope that i can post the other fic tonight so you get 2 in one day 😘

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BEYOND THE BENEFITS PT.2 // H.FORT

summary: Hector and you have been friends with benefits for some time now, but you begin to feel jealous when Hector starts spending time with other girls. But one night, at Marc's party everything takes a turn.

content: friends with benefits! , angst

warnings: physical fight but no injuries mentioned

words: 1115

The next day, Hector heads to football training with his Barcelona teammates. They all notice that he's in a particularly sullen mood. Usually, he's the life of the party, but today, he's quietly seething. Because of one girl, the girl he has known for years but only came to discover his feelings for her recently.

Marc, trying to keep things normal, approaches him like he usually does, but Hector gives him the cold shoulder, avoiding eye contact. The tension between the two best friends is palpable.

During a practice match, Hector and Marc's tension reaches a boiling point, and it all explodes in the form of a physical altercation. Hector starts by pushing Marc a bit too hard, and Marc retaliates, the two of them trading blows.

Lamine, noticing the escalating fight, rushes over to separate them. He yells, his voice breaking through the chaos, "Hey, hey! Stop it! ¡¿Qué os pasa?!" ("What are you guys doing?!")

Lamine physically pulls Hector and Marc apart, holding them back from each other. They're both panting and seething, glaring at each other with a mix of anger and frustration.

The rest of the team stands by, surprised and shocked by the sudden clash between their teammates who were known for their tight bond. Some players exchange worried glances, while others try to appear unaffected by the tension.

The coach is furious seeing his players engage in a physical altercation on the field, and he immediately pulls them both aside.

"What the hell were you two thinking?" he scolds them. "You're supposed to be teammates, not enemies. You're acting like children. Both of you, on the bench!"

The coach gestures towards the bench, his stern gaze fixed on Hector and Marc, making it clear that they are not to rejoin the game until they've sorted out their issues.

Once they're seated on the bench, Hector slumps down, his shoulders slumped and his head hung low. The weight of his regrets and mistakes seem to crush him as he breaks down and apologizes to Marc.

"I'm sorry," he says, his voice hoarse. "You deserve her more. You should be the one she's with."

Marc is taken aback by Hector's sudden confession, but he quickly catches himself. He shakes his head, a mixture of amusement and disbelief in his eyes.

"Soy amigo de un idiota," ("My friend is a dummy,") Marc retorts, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You couldn't be more wrong. She's in love with you, you fool. You're the one she's been pining over this whole time."

Hector looks up at Marc, disbelief written all over his face. "Pero que estás diciendo?" ("What are you talking about?") he asks incredulously. "She would never... I mean, she and I... we're just..."

Marc rolls his eyes, exasperated with his friend's obliviousness. "Yes, you two are just 'friends with benefits,' but that's because you never had the guts to tell her how you really feel. She's been crazy about you for ages, and you've been too dense to notice."

As Marc sees that his friend has lost all hopes of gaining your trust again a plan forms in his mind. He turns to Hector, a glint in his eye.

"Alright, listen up," he says. "Here's what we're going to do. I'm going to convince her to come to the match today, and then, when you score a goal, you're going to dedicate it to her in a way that she can't mistake it for anything other than a confession."

"Thank you Marc, I think that was the easiest plan you could come up with" Hector said his voice leased with sarcasm.

You had reluctantly agreed to come to your friends' football match, primarily for Marc's sake and to stay away from Hector, but guess what? Number 32 was playing too.

The match had commenced, but each time your eyes caught sight of Hector on the field, a flutter of emotions stirred within you, painful reminders of the complicated feelings between you both.

Just as you were about to stand and leave, unable to bear the sight of him, Hector scored a goal. Without hesitation, he ran towards the stands where you were, heading directly towards you.

You stood frozen, torn between the desire to escape and the overwhelming presence of his gaze fixed upon you. He stopped right in front of you, his chest heaving as he caught his breath from the run. His eyes searched your face, filled with an intensity that left you breathless.

Hector stood there, captivated by your presence, barely acknowledging the fact that he had just left the field mid-game. Instead, his focus was entirely on you as you started to ramble nervously about his unexpected action.

But as the words spilled from your lips, he didn't appear to be listening to the words themselves. His eyes were fixed on you, completely mesmerized by the sight of you before him.

He couldn't hold back any longer. The pent-up emotions and longing took over as he passionately pulled you towards him and kissed you. Right there in front of everyone, he poured his feelings into the kiss. It was more than just a declaration of affection; it was a confession of how deep his love ran, how his feelings for you surpassed anything you could have imagined.

He longed to communicate all this through the kiss, to make you understand that you meant so much more to him than you ever thought possible.

As he kissed you, everything else melted away, and all that mattered was the connection between the two of you. The field, the crowd, the game—none of it existed at this moment. All that mattered was the intensity of the emotions and the depth of his feelings for you, which he expressed through every movement of his lips against yours.

You break the kiss, your heart racing from the intensity of the moment, but also knowing that the match is still ongoing. As you gently remind him of this, he leans in and dodges your face to be close to your ear.

"I love you," he confesses and swiftly leans out.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he quickly pecked you on the lips before dashing back onto the field, leaving you stunned by his boldness. However, the sight of him receiving a yellow card while grinning like a fool caused you to burst into laughter.

Hector, in the end, realized that his feelings for you ran deeper than anything he had ever known. The boundaries that had once seemed to define your relationship blurred until they faded away entirely, replaced by a love that embraced both of your personas. He loved you beyond the benefits.

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First love —Hector Fort.

summary: After meeting Hector at university you become inseparable and finally confess you love.

warnings: none. soft, cute, fluff. friends to lovers, young love, college love.

words count: +2.2k

#SEXYNOTE: I'm really bad at naming imagines 😭 I apologize. I also apologize for the mistakes. English is not my first language.

A familiar sound called to your senses causing your joints and muscles to begin to stretch. You opened your eyes just enough to notice some light through the window but closed them again out of exhaustion. Your senses were not yet alive but you could feel the softness of the sheets enveloping your body. Your eyes focused on the window.

It was dark, a light wind was blowing outside the house and rain was pouring down the glass. You were surrounded by the blue sheets and white blanket when your hands reached for the phone to check the time.

8:00 am.

An exquisite smell of toast and coffee wafted through the half-open door as you sat up refreshing your eyes, finishing waking up your senses that were put on alert when your belly rumbled.

You pulled the sheets off your body, pulling the hoodie over your body and your socks and after washing up in the bathroom, you walked slowly, carving your eyes to the kitchen. You were still a little sleepy but you were already starting to wake up due to the memories of the night before.

Damn. A shiver ran down your spine when you saw the muscular back of your best friend in your kitchen.

Your best friend, uh... best friend? You didn't exactly know if you could say that from now on.

A slight flush appeared in your cheeks remembering what had happened the night before. And you froze behind him without making a move as the memories crossed your mind. You bit your lip nervously and played with the sleeves of his hoodie, feeling his strong perfume making your skin crawl.

You could still remember his lips on yours, his hands on you, the nervous confessions of both of you and the soft caresses, which now had another meaning, on your body. It had been the most beautiful moment since you could remember, you had never felt so full of emotions, feelings, ideas, happiness.

Had it really happened, or was it part of your fantasy? Maybe it had been a dream that you had just woken up. Maybe it had been your head playing with you after your feelings about him. Could it be? Or was it simple reality?

Hector had become your best friend since you had both started college, united by your love for sports. You were both studying sports journalism and you never thought you would cross paths with none other than Hector Fort, Spanish footballer and defender for F. C. Barcelona. The young rising star of one of the biggest clubs in Spain and the world.

It was obvious that you knew him, everyone in Barcelona knew who he was. Yet you stayed away and didn't approach him, perhaps out of embarrassment or perhaps because you wanted to respect his privacy. However, it was he himself who approached you.

You still remember how you trembled when he walked down the aisle and asked if the seat next to you was taken. How your voice stuttered to say 'no' and your heart skipped a beat at how handsome he was, of course, you had to admit he was one of the cutest guys you had ever seen. You also remember how he smiled at you so kindly thanking you and sat next to you, calm and relaxed while you were dying inside with your heart burning and your nervousness.

That's how he stood there every class, every hour, every day. He always arrived at the same time, greeted you and sat next to you. It took you a few days to ask him how he was doing, you always wanted to talk to him but you were a little shy to interrupt him. You didn't want him to think you might be taking advantage of him, so after a few days, you finally asked him about homework.

That's how it all started. You started talking about classes, sharing notes, staying after class to help each other with some questions. You felt more confident. Yet you never mentioned anything about his work.

But you wondered if he had approached you because you were the only person who didn't approach him after entering the class or if he had a reason to sit with you.

You began to get to know each other little by little. He always struck you as someone charming, not just in what he did, but in who he was. Cheerful, funny and kind. You didn't know it until he invited you over for ice cream one day after school. Then you exchanged phone numbers, home addresses and started hanging out. Dining with classmates, watching movies, doing homework, studying together. You became inseparable, like best friends, even though you knew you didn't belong so much in his world. There was something that brought you together. Your love for sports, for football especially.

And now you were here. After last night... A shiver ran through your body from the tips of your toes to your neck, making you shiver.

"What are you doing there?" his voice interrupted you.

Hector was looking at you with a confused smile. He must have seen you looking pathetic, standing there, staring at him like a madwoman, in shock with no response from nerves.

"Ah...I..." you tried to start but couldn't, your ears burning with embarrassment.

"Are you okay?" he asked somewhat concerned. You nodded quickly and bit your lip nervously.

Hector watched you for a few seconds and walked towards you. The moment he cupped your cheeks and his lips kissed your lips softly, your whole body froze.

It was a quiet, soft and delicate kiss. So much so that inside your belly the thousands of butterflies fluttered. His touch felt warm on your skin, his scent made you feel dizzy and you wanted to hug him. He was kissing you. Just like he had done last night for the first time. This time he was more confident, more assured, more committed.

The feelings in your chest bloomed again as they had the night before when you remembered. If it had been true. You had not dreamed. Hector had confessed to you and then you did too. You kissed all night. You caressed each other all night. You enjoyed each other as you were surrounded by love and youth.

It had really happened.

Your hands take him by the waist and you pull him closer to you, trembling. His arms go around your shoulders and because of the height difference, you tiptoe up to kiss him passionately. It wasn't your first kiss but it felt like it was. Your belly roared the same way it did last night, your body trembled, your heart raced, your pulse soared just as it had a few hours ago.

You were madly in love with Hector Fort.

You could finally say it. He was perfect. All of it. Him, you, his love.

When you parted, his mischievous eyes crossed yours and you smiled hiding your red cheeks. You covered your face in embarrassment and Hector laughed tenderly.

"Let's have breakfast, princess" he murmured taking your hand and leading you to the table, making you take a seat.

Then he appeared with the tray loaded with food with two cups of coffee and toast with jam, which he himself had been in charge of preparing the way you liked it, the way he knew how, making you melt with love.

You looked at him with those eyes and when his eyes received yours, they lit up in the same way. You reached up to leave a peck on his lips as a thank you and then he sat down next to you. You had a leisurely breakfast, chatting about some things, crossing a glance or two, laughing nervously and smiling at each other like lovebirds in love.

You had breakfast many times at your house, even you at his. But none of them compared like this one after last night.

When you finished, you both gathered the things and left them in the sink. You would deal with that later, for now, you wanted to enjoy Hector and the time you had together.

"It's still raining too much" you spied through the curtains. "Stay until it stops" you asked looking at him.

"I wasn't planning on leaving anyway" he says laughing as he sits on the couch. You laugh sheepishly too.

On your tiptoes you run up to him, sitting next to him. He grabbed you by the hips, pulling you against his chest, grabbing the blanket and covering you both. Shyly you leaned your back against his chest, settling in so you could caress your feet with his. Your fingers ran down his forearms, where he was already drawing ink on your skin, tracing every line, every shape, every space. You really liked it on him, even though you weren't a fan of tattoos.

He caressed your hair, your face, moving down your neck and staying on the side of your torso, hugging you to him. His breath so calm and pure blowing in your ear, relaxing every muscle in your body. In the distance a movie you had found was playing, as you both watched it but you weren't really focused on it. You were feeling each other, caressing each other, getting to know each other in this new way of loving.

It felt so intimate, warm, special.

Is that what it felt like to be loved? Is that what it felt like to be in love? You had never felt the butterflies in your belly like you did now, your heart so warm it ached. You were trapped in this cloud of love that made you feel so loved. Because you didn't want this moment to end, you wanted to stay like this for life, in his arms, feeling his warmth.

You never thought you would end up like this to tell the truth. You belonged to different worlds but at the same time you were alike. You were just a girl trying to study to receive her degree so she could work at what she loved while he was a rising soccer player who was still growing at the club of his dreams. Hector was someone famous and well known but he maintained humility and you liked that about him.

You couldn't believe he reciprocated your feelings, you couldn't believe he liked you. You were so unreal. But it was really happening. And you were in love with him.

What were you? The question came into your head.

You hadn't talked much after last night and you were curious what he thought. It was clear that you were lovers. You loved him, he loved you. But were you boyfriend and girlfriend? Were they together? You knew that for you safety, you had to keep it private and you didn't care at all because love could do anything.

And you were willing to risk everything for Hector.

"Hector..." you call out to him in fear.

He lowers his gaze and they meet your eyes.

"What... are... we... now?" you ask slowly.

He smiles a little and your cheeks burn. It must be about the tenth time you've blushed so far this morning. But he has that effect on you.

"I mean... we can be nothing if you don't want to..." you try to fix it as you notice his silence but he interrupts you.

"Do you want to be my g-girlfriend, Y/n?" he asks shamelessly. "Well, at least formally now..." he shakes his head laughing.

You felt his heart start beating rapidly in your back, infecting yours. You sat up and turned away from him, to face him. He was serious. He had that delicate, fiery gaze that you loved. His eyes were connected to yours like a spell.

A smile appeared on your lips.

"Yes, I want to be your girlfriend" you accepted without thinking.

Héctor was your boyfriend. Wow, your boyfriend. That sounded too much. He was your first boyfriend, your first love and the only one.

It didn't take long for your lips to join, in a soft and tender kiss. His lips caressing yours with such delicacy, as if they were made of porcelain. In your mind came his first kiss, which had been between confessions the night before, again you were feeling that. Thousands of butterflies, well not butterflies, better dinosaurs. Your hands sweating, your heart racing as if you had run a marathon.

Now everything was clearer, your feelings for him, the admiration you felt every time you saw him play, that feeling when you were with him, your agitated thoughts imagining a life with him. Hector pulled away, resting his forehead against yours, his breaths heaving, his lips reddening, as did his cheeks and hearts joining in an endless battle.

"I love you so much, princess" he whispered opening his eyes to connect with yours again.

Could there be anyone who could make you feel this way with three words? Would you ever find someone who could move your heaven and earth the way Hector did? No. There would be no one else like him. You loved no one more than him.

You were in love with him from the moment he walked into the classroom, from the moment he sat down next to you. It was so genuine, just like your feelings for him. You didn't care that he was a public figure, that you guys couldn't just walk down the street. You didn't care at all because you loved him.

As if the two of you were destined to meet in this life and beyond, as if you were written in a book of love, as if you had found your other half. Because that's how you felt every time Hector appeared in your field of vision, in your thoughts or in your dreams.

"I love you so much, Hector" you replied moving your forehead, making your noses brush against each other.

A short kiss but loaded with feelings deposited Hector on your lips, so that you then returned to your place. Placing you on his chest, feeling his scent, his warmth invade every pore of your body. Holding hands, caressing his fingers with love, feeling sparks around you.

Peace came to you, listening to the drops falling from the sky, your minds and hearts united, loving each other. For the rest of your lives.

Your first true love. The person who made your heart full of joy.

[lenoraah]

𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙮

pairing - ollie bearman x reader

summary - reader finishes her finals and finally has time to visit her boyfriend, luckily his birthday is the same day her flight lands.

a/n - hi! this is my first motorsport x insert reader. i hope that it’s some what good and would really appreciate it if you have some feedback and would share it :)

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”Y/n? What are you doing here?”

“Ah! Dino don’t scare me like that!”

“Sorry,” The brown haired boy smiles sheepishly as he puts his hands up in defense, making the groceries bags slide down onto his forearms. “But seriously what are you doing here?”

“I’m here for Ollie’s birthday since I just finished my finals. I thought it would be a good time since we haven’t seen each other in so long.” Y/n fails to hide the happy smile on her face and is clearly oblivious of the fact that her cheeks were a bright pink color.

The baby blue gift bag that is overstuffed with white tissue paper is being shifted from hand to hand is making it obvious to Dino that she is somewhat nervous even though her face is screaming happiness.

“That’s great. This is great. You’re great. Wait- no, I mean the fact that you’re here. Because Ollie hasn’t been able to stop talking about you all season. Also you are great. Sorry I’m so confused now,” Dino babbles as he shoves his key into the lock of his and Ollie’s current shared apartment. He pushes the door open with his back and drops the bags of groceries on the kitchen counter.

Y/n follows him inside and balances the gift carefully in one hand while the other is busy shimmying off her shoes. She hops on one foot into the living room as Dino shuts the door behind her.

Once she has finally managed to take off her shoes and set them by the door next to the pile of Dino and Ollie’s shoes, Y/n takes off her coat and draped it over a stool at the counter.

She looks at the mess sound the apartment and internally cringes. The mess of racing attire scattered on the sofa. The stacks of documents and notes on the coffee table. The helmet on the floor next to a random dark green dog leash. Not to mention lots of random things laying around everywhere.

“Ollie should be in his room,” Dino walks past the girl with a pile of clothes in his arms.

“Okay, thanks.”

“I’m will be downstairs trying to do my laundry. Call me if he not there,”

“Got it.” Y/n nods to herself and gives him a thumbs up. “And, Dino. Don’t use too much laundry detergent. You remember what happen last summer.”

“Yep, I know. It was fun and all but I don’t want to clean up all of that again.” Dino nods and snatches his keys off the counter.

Y/n stands there waiting for him to leave as Dino stands opposite of her with a basket of dirty laundry. He says one more thing about not wanting to hear any surprises when he comes back. The y/h/c girl nods and shoves him out of the door before he can say anything else.

After she hears the lock click and the faint sound of footsteps disappearing, Y/n takes a deep breath before quietly walking towards Ollie’s room.

The door is slightly open which is enough for her to see that her boyfriend is curled up in his bed. It amazes her that no matter how loud her and Dino were that he is completely unfazed.

Y/n opens the door just enough for her to get in. She sits on the edge on the bed and runs her hand up and down Ollie’s back.

The boy shifts before he slowly rolls over and scowls at her. He face immediately changes into a smile when he realizes who it is.

“Hi,” He mumbles as Y/n gently runs a hand through his brown curls.

“Hi, honey.” She smiles at him and Ollie grabs her by the waist and sits up as he pulls her next to him.

“What are you doing here?”

“It’s your birthday and I really wanted to see you. I missed you so much,”

“I could’ve come and visited you. You didn’t have to come all the way to Barcelona.”

Y/n chooses to ignore him before pressing a kiss on his forehead.

They sit with their backs against the bed headboard and stay in each other’s embrace for a while before Y/n reaches over to the nightstand and grabs the gift bag.

“I got you something,” Ollie takes the bag and puts it between them. He buries his face in her hair and presses a soft kiss on her cheek.

“You didn’t have too,”

“I know but it’s your eighteenth birthday so either it was mail you the gift or give it to you now.”

“Hm,”

“Go on, open it.”

“Okay,”

The boy slowly sets the tissue paper aside while looking at his girlfriend with an eyebrow raised.

Inside is a rectangular shaped wooden box with a painted red heart and a small cardboard box with a ribbon tied around it.

“What is this?” Ollie takes out the small cardboard box first and gives it a good look.

“I was in Ely shopping around on the weekend when I saw this little thing that reminded me of you.”

Y/n shrugs her shoulders with a cheeky smile on her face. Ollie opens the box and takes out a small cream colored bear shaped candle with a smile on its face with a bow around its neck .

“Y/n/n, love, no you didn’t.” Ollie let’s out a light chuckle as he looks at the candle.

“It’s cute, just like you.” Y/n taps his nose and tilts her head to the side with happy grin on her face.

Ollie’s cheeks flush a bright pink color as she teases him.

“What is this?” He takes the wooden box from the bottom of the bag and before he can unlatch the lock Y/n places her hand over his.

“Don’t open it yet,” Y/n gently takes his hand off and laces their fingers together.

“What is it?”

“It’s a bunch of letters I wrote you for different occasions when we can’t be together.” Y/n mumbles against his shoulder.

“This is really great. Really, really great. It’s like I’ll have a piece of you wherever I go.”

Y/n smiles and rubs his arm.

“I’m really glad that you like it.”

“I really do,” Ollie presses a kiss on her forehead. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too Ollie.”

He puts the two gifts back in the bag and sets it by the edge of the bed. Y/n curls under his arm and kisses the bare skin of his collarbone. She hides her face in his chest and takes in the smell of his cologne.

The same smell that she has missed for the past six months that she hasn't seen him.

“I’m really glad you’re here.”

“Me too,”

The couple stay in each other’s embrace and share longing and loving looks. They both might be trying to make a life for themselves and have goals they both want to achieve but they were making time for each other and that was important. The other person was important and they were not going to give them up.

“Happy birthday Ollie,”

[clarisse0o]

Camp Wiegman-Part 35

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternative Universe : Military School

Words: 5k

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Sunday, January 10; 10:55 AM -  Lucy’s Room

I roll over in bed onto my stomach and groan in frustration as I realize I'm alone again in this big bed. The reason becomes clear when I see that it’s almost eleven on the clock. She must have been awake for at least two hours, if not more.  Lucy won’t be able to say I didn’t catch up on sleep—I haven’t slept past ten in a long time. I stretch out all my limbs on my back, then take a moment to look around this room, unsure if I’ll ever see it again. It’s the first time I’ve felt this comfortable in a place I’ve only just discovered. I take a deep breath before leaving the room and slowly heading to the living room. When I arrive,  Lucy is casually lying on the couch with a book in hand. I smile when I see she’s wearing the glasses I like so much. Not wanting to disturb her, I just sit beside her bent knees.

“Hey,” she says, looking up from her book.

“Hey… I didn’t want to bother you.”

“You’re not bothering me,” she smiles. “Do you want something to eat?”

“No thanks… Considering the time, I think I’ll just wait until noon.”

“Whatever you like. You can still eat if you’re hungry. Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah… Better once I fell back asleep.”

“No more nightmares?” she asks, and I shake my head in response. “Good… Think about what you want to do today. I’m going to shower in the meantime.”

“Did you wait until I got up to shower?”

“Yeah, I didn’t want to wake you up by rummaging for my things in the bedroom.”

“You’re silly, you could have. I’m a heavy sleeper. Not much wakes me up.”

“I’ll remember that next time.”

She sets her book down on the small table before getting up. I can’t help but let my eyes follow her as she walks down the hallway. How could I not when she’s still in pajamas that show off her perfectly smooth, bare legs? That outfit proves she didn’t go for a run; otherwise, she’d be in joggers.

“Wait, Luce!”

“Yes?” she says, turning around.

“C-Can I use your phone? I’d like to call Mapi while you’re busy.”

“It’s right there, code 4086.”

“Thanks!”

I give her one of my brightest smiles, which she returns before disappearing into the bathroom. Once she’s out of sight, I grab her phone and enter the code, which works. She’d never told me before; she always entered it herself. I’m not about to betray her trust, so I just dial my best friend’s number, which I know by heart. She picks up after the fourth ring.

“Hey guapa, you finally found time to call me?”

“ Lucy’s in the shower, I’m taking advantage.”

“Of course, because otherwise, impossible! You’re calling from her phone, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, don’t you dare save her number.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she giggles. “So, how’s the weekend going?”

“Perfect, really.”

I give her a rundown of everything  Lucy has shown me. I leave out a few details, like how she let me drive or the secret spots she took me to. I also tell her about the evening we spent with her friends. She asks if Ingrid and Jenni were there, sounding a bit sad that she couldn’t join us. She was here just a few days ago, but I think she enjoyed her time in Manchester. She acts tough, but I know she has a big heart and gets attached quickly. Probably faster than I do, which says a lot. I used to get attached to people quickly before the incident I went through. I fall silent when I hear someone talking to her. I try to recognize the voice, but it’s too faint.

“It’s Ona, I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

I hear her respond, but she’s moved the phone away from her ear. I try to listen more closely and finally recognize the voice— Lana. You’ve got to be kidding me!

“You’re at it again?” I scold.

“Ona—”

“No, no, no, don’t give me that! You’re giving her false hopes again when she’s just a hookup to you!” I snap.

“I can’t help it, OK?” she blurts out. “Ever since I came back to Barcelona, it’s been miserable,” she sighs. “And you not having a phone isn’t helping!”

“I’m sorry, Maps… I’ll ask Ale to let me borrow hers more often.”

“When are you getting your new phone?”

“I have no idea,” I sigh. “ Lucy destroyed my SIM card. I have to go through my mom to get a new one.”

“Great,” she says sarcastically. “I need a distraction! I’m going to explode otherwise.”

“I’m sorry I’m not there…”

“It’s not your fault, don’t worry about it. Anyway, let’s change the subject.”

“Do you want to come to Manchester next week?” I suggest.

“Very funny, and where would we stay?”

“I can ask Lucy if she knows of any good places. We can use taxis to get around.”

“That’s going to cost a fortune… I can’t afford it, and you know it.”

“My mom gives me money every month, Mapi. It’s one of the few things she does right.”

“There’s no way you’re paying for everything, don’t even think about it,” she grumbles.

“You can stay with me.”

I jump and turn to see Lucy. She’s leaning against the couch with a smile plastered on her face. I can’t find any words or react. I hate her. She has no right to show up in front of me in just a robe with her hair still dripping wet!

“Sorry, I heard my name so I figured I’d listen in. She wants to come to Manchester, right?” she asks.

“Uh… Yeah,” I reply, avoiding eye contact.

“You two can stay here if you want.”

“No way! I don’t want to bother you for another weekend.”

“It wouldn’t bother me if I’m the one offering.”

“Can we talk about this later?”

“Sure, I’m not done anyway. I’m going to get dressed and dry my hair.”

“Uh-huh…”

She runs her hand through my hair and heads back where she came from. I put the phone back to my ear as Mapi bombards me with questions. She asks why I turned down  Lucy’s offer and comments on how weird I was acting. How could I not be? I’m relieved to hear the hairdryer in the bathroom.

“Oh, shut up,” I groan. “Stay out of my love life, for God’s sake!”

“I never mentioned your love life,” she teases.

“I’m bringing it up because I ran into Alex last night.”

“Alex, the guy you met at the skating rink?”

“Yeah, that Alex.”

“Oooh! No, wait, that guy was so annoying! He kept asking me questions about you! I forbid you from going out with someone like him!”

“Girl I’m straight as a circle of course I m not going out with him ,” I roll my eyes.

“Can we go back to talking about Lucy? Seriously, you like her, admit it already!”

“Never, Leon.”

“Liar! She doesn’t leave you indifferent, I noticed it when I saw you two together.”

“Whatever. What are you getting at now?”

“It’s as clear as day. I haven’t seen you so much like yourself in a long time! She does more for you than I ever imagined.”

I sigh, massaging my temples. I wanted to talk to her about this, but not over the phone. Plus, I don’t like being pressured into saying things.

“Admit it, Batlle.”

“Fine, you win,” I groan. “I like her, okay?”

“Hallelujah! Oh my God, it’s about time! I knew it from the first time you talked about her,” she says excitedly. “You don’t even realize how attached you are to her!”

“I’m not attached,” I roll my eyes. “Anyway, nothing will ever happen between us.”

“Why not?”

“She’s my boss, remember? The girl completely obsessed with rules. She doesn’t even approve of Jenni and Ale’s relationship… She’s definitely not going to accept ours if anything were to happen…”

“I’m almost sure you don’t leave her indifferent either. But it’s obvious she doesn’t leave you indifferent.”

“You’re right, she doesn’t leave me indifferent, but I’m not in love. She’s just helping me feel better and get better. That’s all.”

“If you say so. Anyway, you two care a lot about each other.”

“Stop it, Mapi… You know I’m not ready for a new relationship anyway.”

“It would do you some good, you know.”

“And you’re the one telling me this?”

“Oh, come on! No need to compare us.”

“Anyway, I’ve got to go. Lucia is done and she’ll be back soon,” I say, hearing the hairdryer stop.

“Lucia, huh?” she teases.

“Maria Pilar Leon, enough already!” I groan.

“I couldn’t resist,” she laughs. “Try making her jealous. You’ll see if she wants more with you.”

“Okay, I’m hanging up.

"Yeah, go ahead and run," she laughs. "Say hi to her for me and have a good day with your girl!"

"Ugh... Thanks, you too. Bye."

Just as I hang up,  Lucy reappears. I notice she hasn't put on any makeup. She ignores me and heads to the kitchen. I get on my knees and rest my elbows on the back of the couch, watching her. It's hard when she's facing away from me.

"Thanks for the phone," I say, waving it in the air.

"You're welcome. Finished with Mapi already?" she asks, finally turning around.

"Yeah, that was enough for the week," I chuckle.

"I thought it would last longer. How is she?"

"Not too well," I sigh, resting my head between my arms. "That's why I suggested she come next week. Are you sure you don't know any cheap places we could stay?"

"I already offered here."

She turns to lean against the counter, crossing her arms. I smile when she tilts her head. I get the feeling she's trying to assess me curiously.

"I've already imposed on you long enough. Besides, you don't know what it's like having Mapi around for days."

"You're not going to pay for a hotel when I'm offering a free place, are you?"

"You're a pain... You have no idea what you're getting into."

"No, but I'm willing to take the risk," she laughs. "It only holds if you have permission, anyway."

"Hey, I've become responsible!"

"If you say so. Try to stay that way, then."

She turns back to continue what she was doing. I decide to join her to help out. I haven't done much since yesterday, and I'm eager to lend a hand now that I'm allowed to.

"Can I help?"

"I thought you didn't know how to cook?"

"It's never too late to learn, right?"

"That's true. How about some chicken stir-fry?"

"One of my favorite dishes," I admit.

"Perfect. You'll cut the chicken, then."

She looks for the meat in the fridge and then comes back to my side. I grimace at the sight of the fillets she places on a wooden board. She smiles, noticing my reaction. I've never cooked in my life, and she seems to have figured out my problem because she starts giving me instructions. I start by washing my hands while  Lucy looks for a knife. I grimace even more when I take the meat with my fingers.

"Ona, it's not going to bite," she laughs.

"This stuff is so slimy! It sticks to your fingers."

"You've never seen a chicken fillet before?"

"I've seen it... Touching it is a different story!"

She laughs even harder, which makes me pout. I put the chicken down when she hands me the knife.

"And you wonder why I think of you as a princess."

"Hey! I'm far from being one. It's not my fault I was never taught this stuff!"

"True. I'll get you used to it quickly, just wait."

She leans back against the counter, arms crossed, watching me cut the meat with a smile that doesn't leave her face. Her laughter tells me I'm doing it wrong.

"That's not how you do it, Ona. Watch."

She shows me there's a notch in the fillet. She opens it in half and asks me to cut down the middle. Once done, it's much easier to cut into small cubes.  Lucy still manages to critique me, saying I should make the pieces larger.

"And how do you plan to live later if you can't even cut a simple fillet?"

"I'll wait for you to give me lessons."

"Just that?"

"You're a whiz in the kitchen. I even prefer your dishes over Sam's, believe it or not!"

"How lucky. I haven't cooked anything special yet, just a pizza."

"That was enough to judge! I've got an idea! Can I hire you as my personal chef? But, like, for free, of course!"

"What next? If you want my services, you'll have to pay big."

She winks at me and moves to the other side of the kitchen. I watch her start the water for the pasta.

"Hey! Just because I'm not next to you doesn't mean you should stop," she scolds.

"Sorry," I giggle. "I was watching what you were doing."

I quickly finish cutting the two small fillets, which are more than enough for the two of us. She takes out a saucepan, places it on another burner, and asks me to bring the meat. She asks me to pour it all into the saucepan to cook, adding an onion and mushrooms. I watch as she stirs the meat occasionally and when she puts the pasta in the boiling water.

"Did you really learn all this by yourself?"

"Mostly, yes. Why?"

"I'll never be able to do this one day."

"Yes, you will. It comes naturally over time."

"It'll take a lot of practice before I get there."

"There's a first time for everything. Come here, you'll finish it."

"I'm not sure that's a good idea..."

"It's not difficult, I promise."

I position myself in front of her as she directs. She explains what to do and especially stops me from overdoing the cream, salt, and spices. We let everything cook, making sure not to burn anything. She then lets me handle the pasta while she sets the table. When everything is ready, we bring the dishes over. I realize I'm not even dressed yet, but it doesn't seem to bother  Lucy. She would have said something if it did. I sit in the same spot as yesterday morning while she serves us both a plate.

"You're aware you're about to taste your first dish, right?" she smiles.

"Yeah, but you helped me a lot."

"But you did everything yourself," she replies, sitting across from me. "I should've started with this, it's basic."

"Ha ha ha! I still know to put pasta in water to cook, thank you!"

"With oil and salt."

"With oil and salt," I repeat as if it's obvious.

My credibility just crumbled. Of course, I didn't know that detail. I'm ashamed that I don't even know how to make pasta.

"Next time, you'll do it alone."

I smile shyly, thinking she wants me to come back someday. On top of that, she'll teach me how to cook. I'm not going to complain about learning something so simple. Now I'm eager to taste what I've made. We wish each other "bon appétit," and I quickly fill my mouth with a well-loaded fork. I let out an involuntary moan of satisfaction as I close my eyes. Damn, this is good!

"Alright, you're really a good teacher," I say with my mouth full. "If I make this at home, they won't believe it!"

"Oh, so you're planning to do it again? Please do it with someone else, okay?" she laughs.

"You're so mean!"

"I'm joking, Ona," she smiles.

"Mhm, I doubt it."

"Of course I am. So, have you thought about what you want to do today?"

"You don't have anything planned?"

"No, nothing at all."

"Then I don't want to do anything."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, just enjoy the calm, if that's okay with you. A movie, read a book, or maybe a board game if you're up for it... But I don't really feel like going out today."

"Alright, that works for me."

I really needed this moment of calm after the weekend. I don't get these moments at school, where we're constantly around others. We finish our meal talking about current movies and series that might interest us for the afternoon. We clear the table, then I head back to my room to get dressed. I take the opportunity to make my bed, which I didn't use much. I wanted to do hers too, but she had already made it when I went to her room.

"Is something wrong?" she asks when she sees me standing in the doorway.

"No, no," I quickly reply.

"Are you done?"

"Almost. I just need to brush my teeth and hair because this isn't working anymore," I say, pointing to my head.

"If you say so," she laughs. "I'll wait for you in the living room."

I let her go out first. I stop by the bathroom, where my things are still here from yesterday. I easily find her toothpaste because I, of course, forgot mine at school, and I brush my teeth. Thankfully, she doesn't mind me using her stuff. It still bothers me to have to rummage through her things, like last time when I couldn't find her cotton pads right away. They were right in front of me the whole time. I must have taken too long because a few minutes later,  Lucy comes back to ask if everything's okay. She comes in with my permission just as I'm wiping my face.

"You don't need to make yourself pretty, you know," she laughs.

"I'm not making myself pretty. I'm making myself presentable."

"You're very presentable," she giggles. "Even with messy hair."

"Sure, keep teasing me."

"I'm not lying."

"Mhm. Does it bother you if I take another shower here before leaving tonight?"

"Of course not. You don't have to ask for that."

"Thanks... Are we watching a movie now?"

She nods and steps aside to let me pass. I toss the cotton pad I just used before leaving. After a long debate, we decided to continue the Harry Potter series. I was fully into it until  Lucy got bored and decided to mess with me. If you had told me one day I'd find myself on a couch with her, and she'd be tickling me, I would have laughed at the absurdity. But that's exactly what's happening.

" Lucy Bronze!" I cry out between laughs. "You're such a child!"

"You're the younger one!" she retorts.

"Well, it doesn't seem like it! Stop it," I giggle under her attacks.

I have to twist and turn to escape her. Since I can't, I decide to climb on top of her to pin her down. It's only when she stops laughing that I realize the position I've put us in. She's sprawled out beneath me as I straddle her hips, holding her hands on either side of her head. She stops when she doesn't hear me laugh anymore. My hair falling over her face must be hiding my blushing cheeks. I try to get up, but my hand slips, and I collapse onto her like a ragdoll.  Lucy's laughter rings in my ears. I try again to get up, but this time an arm wraps around my shoulders, holding me in place.

"Lucia..."

"Shhh. Relax and lay down a bit »

I catch her eyes, which show no hint of humor. She slowly forces me to rest my head against her chest so I can keep watching the movie this way. The feeling of being held captive against her gives me butterflies in my stomach. I bite my lip as she starts to gently stroke my hair.

"Relax, Ona..."

"Sorry... I-I’m not used to this anymore."

My trembling voice betrays me. I’m enjoying the moment, but I know it's not right.

"So enjoy it."

That’s exactly the problem. Enjoy. She doesn’t realize in what way I’m enjoying it. I admit defeat when I realize she won’t let me go. I can’t keep watching the movie like I was just a few minutes ago. My thoughts are consumed by the person I’m lying on. She’s going to drive me crazy if she keeps this up. I don’t understand what’s happening to me in her presence. It wasn’t like this at the beginning. Everything just changed. Or have I only just realized it? I let my fingers slide down her sides, moving up and down repeatedly. I smile as I feel her shiver. She asks me to stop, but the urge to continue is stronger. I would love to thank her for everything, but I stay silent to avoid ruining the moment. My hand starts to ache from twisting my arm this way, so I slide between her body and the back of the couch. She grunts slightly as I crush her in the process. I rest my head on her shoulder and leave one of my legs on hers. This way, I can continue the same gentle touches she’s giving me on my head, now on her belly, without straining my arm. I enjoy this peaceful moment by closing my eyes for a moment.

Sunday, January 10; 6:00 PM - At  Lucy's place

I grumble when I'm shaken gently. I cling to the fabric beneath my hand. I open my eyes when I’m shaken harder the second time.

"Wake up, Ona."

"Hummmm... Did I fall asleep?" I ask in a hoarse voice.

"Yeah," she replies cheerfully.

I release what I’m holding when I realize it’s  Lucy’s sweater. I rub my eyes under her amused smile.

"Come on, get up, Princess. I need to cook if we don’t want to be late for school."

"Can’t we wait a little longer?"

"I’ve already waited to wake you up. I need to cook so we can eat, and we need to pack too."

"What time is it?"

"Six Ale’clock. At least let me get up, please."

I shift to free her side that I was holding. I lie back down the moment she gets up and moves out of my sight. I sigh in displeasure, feeling only the warmth she left behind. I clutch the pillow, hoping it can replace her presence.

"You’d better not fall back asleep."

"Or what?" I challenge.

"You don’t want to know."

I chuckle lightly. I focus on the screen where a series has replaced our movie, which must have ended a long time ago. I recognize Grey’s Anatomy. I used to love watching this series, but that was before I started studying in the field.

"What are we eating?" I ask.

"We have some pasta left. I was planning to make bolognese. Does that work for you?"

"Hmm..."

"And if you would bring your butt here to give me a hand?"

"You’re asking a lot."

I still get up to drag my feet to the kitchen under her laughter. I lean against the counter to watch her prepare. She smiles at me and gestures for me to come over.

"Here, turn the meat if needed."

She leaves me in front of a pot filled with meat and onions cooking. I look at it with a panicked expression when she takes out things to set the table.

"What do I need to do?"

"I just told you. Just turn the meat," she laughs. "I’ve already seasoned it. You should be able to handle this without me, right?"

"I’m not sure," I joke.

"Helpless."

"Only because of you."

"Oh yeah?" she raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah. You’re lucky, huh?"

"From what I see in front of me..." she says, looking me up and down. "Not really, no."

I part my lips in shock. It’s been a while since she’s scolded me like that, even if it’s in jest. She laughs while approaching me.

"Don’t forget to turn the meat."

I regain my composure while stirring the pot under her watchful eye. When it’s ready for her, she pours the tomato sauce and takes my place to mix everything together.

"A real princess," she teases with a shoulder bump.

"I’m more of a burden, really."

"What?" she giggles.

Her eyes settle on me when I stop answering. I meant what I just said. It’s how I feel. She doesn’t say anything and tastes her sauce with a spoon. Then she puts a lid on the pot and lowers the heat. I stay where I am while she throws the spoon she used into the sink. It’s at this moment that I feel her eyes on my back. I head towards the table to avoid her, but she blocks me against the counter before I can get there.

"I thought we had moved past this stage of feeling bad."

"Don’t think less of me."

"Hey, it was a joke. Look at me."

I turn to face her. She’s closer than I expected, but I don’t let myself be unsettled.

"It’s the truth! I’m just a simple burden you’re dragging behind you."

"No," she sighs. "You’re much more than that, Ona. Alright? Get that idea out of your head, okay? You might be a little princess, but I will always support you."

I lower my head, nodding slightly and biting my lip. Why does she always have the right words to reassure me? I let myself fall into her arms that she just opened for me.

"Come on, go sit down. I’ll handle the rest."

I do as she asks while keeping an eye on her. She heats the pasta and joins me shortly after with the dishes. I serve the drinks while she fills our plates. We enjoy our last moments together by chatting a bit. The conversation turns to what we might do with Mapi next week. It looks like she’s decided to host us. After dinner, I help her clear the table before we return to our rooms. I pack my suitcase with reluctance, making sure not to forget anything.

"It’s not the end of the world if you forget something, you know," she says, leaning against the door frame.

"That’s true, but it would bother me."

"We need to leave. Is everything okay for you?"

"Yep..."

"Don’t make that face, you’ll be back next week," she teases.

"Hmm... Let’s go before I hide under the bed."

I roll my suitcase to the living room where hers is already. I take one last look at the apartment before she turns off all the lights and locks the door. With a heavy heart, we take the elevator to her car. This weekend was amazing. Way too amazing. I don’t say anything during the drive back. She stops after a while, and I realize we’ve arrived at the place where I joined her on Friday night.

"You’ll need to walk the rest," she says softly.

"Yeah... Thanks for the weekend."

"It was a pleasure. Is everything okay...?" she asks uncertainly.

"Yeah," I repeat. "Good night,  Lucy."

"Good night to you."

She gives me a smile that I return weakly. I get out of the car and grab my suitcase before watching the car drive off into the night. I finish the walk to the reception where the old secretary is waiting for us. This very warm woman wishes me a good week. I continue to my room where Alexia greets me as soon as I drop my things. She bombards me with questions about my weekend. She’s so much like Mapi with that behavior. The only difference is that she doesn’t force me to talk about it. I pretend I need to take a shower to escape, as I didn’t have time to shower at  Lucy’s after my nap. I manage to get into bed just before curfew. That kept me from having to talk, as I know Ale wouldn’t want to deal with the supervisor on duty. I wouldn’t want to either, given the weekend I’ve had. I think  Lucy would have saved the day, but I can’t always rely on her. She already does so much for me, and I need to adhere to the rules. In complete silence, I search for sleep, which is elusive after my long nap.

Monday, January 11; 2:20 AM - Ona and Alexia’s room

I startle awake, the duvet thrown off me. I’m seized by a sudden suffocation. I blink several times to understand that the light is already on. Alexia gets up and comes to me. I can’t catch my breath and feel sticky with sweat again.

"Hey, it’s okay, it’s just a nightmare."

I start to tremble under Alexia's caresses. Please, anything but this... I place my head in my hands to prevent the panic attack from getting worse. I flinch when the bedroom door opens to reveal someone I don’t recognize. It must be the night instructor  Lucy told me about. It's the first time she’s intervened in our room, and she doesn’t look very pleased.

- What’s going on here? she asks sternly.

- She’s having nightmares; it’s not the first time, Alexia explains.

- Br... Bronze, I manage to say. Call...

- Do you want me to get Bronze?

I nod faintly as I struggle to breathe. It feels like my head is going to explode. All I hear are hissing noises making me whimper and close my eyes. I bury my head in my arms to lessen the violent dizziness that’s overtaking me, but it makes it worse. I’m forced to pull it out to try and get some air. When I open my eyes again, I see Alexia trying to talk to me, but I can’t make out anything. She looks very worried and desperate. The minutes drag on until Bronze arrives in the room. It’s as if time had paused. I must look terrible with my face soaked in uncontrollable tears. Alexia immediately gives way to my supervisor. Her first instinct is to grab my head in her hands so that I only look at her. Her lips move, but I still hear nothing but unpleasant hissing. I pray that she understands my state as I desperately cling to her shirt. She lets me cling to her when I pull her close. Her arms simply wrap around my neck as I whimper against her. Her reassuring scent quickly fills my lungs. I close my eyes to savor her caresses that I can finally feel. There, she’s all I needed to feel reassured and safe. She stays as long as needed for me to calm down and return to reality. I start to hear her soft whispers again, and it’s at this moment that I realize I’m completely sprawled on her. My grip on her shirt slowly loosens as I understand that I’m safe now.

- I’m here; I’m not letting go, she repeats.

I take in all her words until I’m overcome with a sense of guilt. I start crying again.

- I- I’m sorry... I’m sorry... I... I stammer.

- Hey, shhh. It’s okay, alright? Calm down. I’m here now.

I close my eyes and bury my face a little further into her neck. I take in all the security she offers. A terrible headache comes over me, forcing me to pull away slightly from  Lucy. She loosens her grip slightly, understanding my intention. I try to make sure she can’t see my awful face. She doesn’t take it well and grabs my face to examine it with a worried look. I break our eye contact to look at Alexia behind her, who seems terrified. I panic when I feel  Lucy trying to get up. She smiles gently.

- I’ll be right back, I promise.

I trust her and release her against my will. She comes back shortly with a glass of water and a pill. I take it without a word, reminded of my headache. She sits back on the edge of my bed and runs her thumbs over my cheeks.

- We need to find a solution. I’ll have to talk to Wiegman in the morning.

I give her a difficult nod of agreement. I know she would do things differently if she could. She sighs, running her hand through her hair and staring at the door. It’s closed, probably to keep the whole floor from being disturbed by my fault. I lower my eyes to the glass I’m holding, but I look up immediately when  Lucy stands. I hold her back with my eyes.

- Stay with me... Please.

- Ona... she sighs. I can’t do that.

- I won’t be able to fall back asleep without you, I whisper, lowering my head.

I know this in advance. I’ve gotten used to something I shouldn’t have. I look at her when I don’t get a response. Her eyes linger on Alexia before settling back on me. I bite my lip, dreading her response.

- Alright, she cracks with a sigh. I just need to talk to the other instructor first, but for that, you’ll have to let me go.

She looks at where I’m holding her, and I immediately release my grip.

- Go back to sleep, Alexia. And I want your silence about what’s going to happen tonight.

With those words, she exits, taking care to leave the door open. I don’t like that she’s threatening Ale, but she risks a lot by agreeing to my request. I collapse onto the bed and look at my roommate, who was already staring at me.

- You scared me to death! I really didn’t know what to do this time! Luckily, Bronze came. I really couldn’t have calmed you down like she did! she rushes out.

- I’m sorry you had to witness that.

- Blake, I told you to go back to sleep,  Lucy, who has just returned, says.

She closes the door behind her. Alexia is still very intimidated by her, which makes me smile a little.  Lucy is so cold with her at the same time. She approaches my bed and grimaces, probably noticing the size. She sighs and turns off the light.

- Alright, move over, she whispers.

I comply by shifting to the side of the bed. I feel her slide in behind me, covering us properly before placing her hand on my stomach.

- We seriously need to find a solution, she grumbles in a way that only I can hear.

Luckily, it’s dark, and she can’t see my smile. I snuggle a little closer into her arms, pulling the blanket up to my neck. As usual since this weekend, she caresses my stomach to calm me, which works perfectly. She whispers goodnight before I close my eyes and fall asleep again.

[katelynnwrites]

You Know I Adore You (I’m Crazy For You) | Ona Batlle

warnings: some anxiety

word count: 1425

summary: requested and requested x2, ona coming out 🌈

a/n: i am so sorry i took so long to get around to your request nonny, this isn’t as good as it should be but i hope you like it and happy pride month!

‘Ale? Can we talk please?’ Ona asks.

Her voice is quiet, eyes downcast. Alexia was busy but she made time for the younger girl immediately. The Barcelona captain was worried for the Manchester United fullback who has seemed particularly uneasy this camp.

As Alexia follows Ona out of the dining room, she sends a quick text to Mapi, asking the blonde to meet them at Ona’s room. The younger brunette is close to her too and Alexia thinks that Ona’s fellow defender might be able to offer her some support.

The twenty three year old is silent as she sits on her bed, twisting the ring she’s wearing round and round her finger.

Alexia is really worried now and is relieved when she hears a soft knock on the door.

Ona jumps and Alexia grabs her hands, assuring her that it’s just Mapi.

Both players sit on either side of Ona who bites her lip nervously. She’s biting it so hard Alexia is scared that she’s going to make it bleed.

‘I-I have to tell you something. I want to tell you something.’

‘Okay. We’re here for you Ona.’ Mapi encourages, squeezing the younger defender’s hand gently.

‘No matter what.’ Alexia promises.

‘I’m gay.’ Ona softly admits.

‘Oh thank goodness. Dios mio Ona.’ Alexia exhales.

‘W-What?’

Ona is shaking, trembling with fear and uncertainty.

Mapi pulls her into her arms, kissing her forehead sweetly, ‘I’m so proud of you. I’m so happy that you feel safe and comfortable enough to tell us.’

Alexia kisses Ona’s cheek, ‘I thought you were in trouble, Ona. You were so anxious. I’m so thankful that you wanted to share this with us.’

Ona smiles then, soaking in the tight embrace that she’s in. She doesn’t know why she was so afraid earlier, it’s not as if Mapi and Alexia would have judged her and she voices those thoughts out loud.

‘I guess I was a little anxious.’

Alexia laughs, kissing Ona’s cheek again. Mapi tucks a strand of hair behind Ona’s ear, smiling at her.

‘We forgive you for worrying us Oni.’

Ona giggles, feeling a weight lift off her now that she had finally told two of her teammates.

Then she pauses, ‘Can you help me tell the rest of the team please. I just, I just want them to know.’

Alexia grins slyly.

‘This wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain other teammate of ours? One that we all know is gay?’

Ona’s eyes widen and she blushes, mumbling something about how it doesn’t and is completely unrelated.

Neither Mapi nor Alexia believe her but they agree to help their younger teammate all the same.

******

Alexia arranges for the team to gather in her room for a movie night.

You think nothing of it, Alexia has always been keen on team bonding. She believed that a team that knew each other well, played well together.

You’re the first to arrive, having a tendency to be early for everything. It comes as a surprise to you that Ona is already there.

‘Hey you.’ You greet, a smile forming on your face when you see her.

‘Hi.’ Ona giggles, leaning into your side as soon as you sit down on Ale’s bed.

You drop a kiss down onto her head and you feel the brunette shiver.

She cuddles further into you and if you weren’t so focused on her as the rest of your teammates file into the room, you would notice the way Alexia’s and Mapi’s eyes soften.

When the whole La Roja team is squeezed into Alexia’s hotel room, Alexia clears her throat to quieten the room.

She shoots Ona a meaningful look and the fullback stiffens in your arms.

‘Ona?’

‘Um. I-I have something to share with you guys.’

Ona hesitates for a brief moment before looking you in the eyes and blurting out, ‘I’m a lesbian. I’m gay and I thought I should tell all of you because you’re my team, my second family.’

There isn’t a split second’s hesitation for the room to erupt in cheers.

Ona’s cheeks heat up as Leila excitedly screams, ‘Welcome to the club!’

She grins at the support she’s receiving but she’s really only looking at you and waiting for your reaction.

You’re smiling brightly at her, a tiny glimmer of hope in your gaze as you hug her a little tighter.

‘Congratulations on coming out, Ona. You’re so brave.’

‘Gracias.’ Ona hums, reveling in the feeling of being in your arms. She loves it and frequently wished it happened more often.

******

You’re drinking your coffee when Mapi plops down into the empty seat in front of you.

‘You have no excuse now.’

‘What?’

Leila appears beside her best friend then.

‘Obviously it means that you have to tell Ona how you feel.’ She states.

You roll your eyes at the pair, ‘No I don’t. Just because I now know for sure that she likes women doesn’t mean that she’ll like me.’

‘Chica. She doesn’t just like you, she loves you. Ona came out for you, idiota. She wanted you to know so that you can make a move.’

‘Oh.’

You’re silent for a moment as you take in Mapi’s words. The older woman usually joked around a lot but she was serious about this.

‘D-Do you know where she is now?’

‘In her room.’ Leila answers eagerly.

The mostly full cup of coffee is left behind as you leave the dining room immediately.

Mapi and Leila smirk as they watch you rush off to find Ona.

******

Ona is just coming out of her room when she sees you.

Her face lights up and she bounces over to give you a tight hug.

‘Hi Oni.’

‘Hola.’

She grins and blushes when you kiss her cheek lightly.

‘How are you feeling?’

‘Good. I’m really happy.’

You smile at her when she turns to you, ‘How are you feeling today?’

‘I feel like I need to tell you something.’

Your heart beats a little faster as you carefully scan her face for any sort of reaction.

Ona doesn’t hesitate, lightly brushing her pinky against yours in comfort, ‘Oh. Would you like to go back into my room to talk about it?’

‘Yes please.’ You softly answer.

Ona senses your anxiety and takes your hand in hers, leading you into her room. You try to hide the way butterflies flutter in your stomach at the contact.

She nudges you gently once you’re back in her room.

‘You can tell me anything. You can trust me, I promise.’

‘I know.’

You chance a glance at the brunette, trying your best to be courageous enough to admit your feelings to her. Ona had been brave enough to come out so surely you could be brave enough to tell her about your feelings for her right?

Ona hums after a moment, her lips ticking upwards into a little smile.

‘I know by the way. That’s kind of why I did it.’

‘What?’

‘You like me.’ The brunette states, matter of factly.

‘I-I do?’

The surprise in your tone makes Ona laugh.

‘You do. You have for years. I’ve seen the way you look at me.’

‘I do.’ You mumble in disbelief, because you really thought you were subtle about it.

Ona laughs again, sitting down on her bed beside you and kissing your forehead affectionately.

‘I’ve waited for you to admit your feelings for years. I tried so hard to show you that I feel the same but you never picked up on it.’

‘I’m sorry.’ You breathe and Ona shakes her head.

‘You drove me crazy you know? I thought I was so obvious. I don’t know what I would have done if last night didn’t work.’

‘I’m sorry.’ You say again, staring at her in a daze, still trying to come to terms with the thought that she had known and reciprocated how you feel all along.

Ona shrugs casually, ‘Te amo. I have for years.’

You blink at her for a moment before shaking your head, ‘I’m an idiot. Mapi and Leila are right.’

The brunette fullback who has your heart giggles loudly.

‘You are. But that’s okay. I love you anyway.’

You grin at her, cherishing the way her chocolate brown eyes sparkle with happiness.

‘Ona?’

‘Yes?’

‘Can I take you out on a date this weekend?’

‘I thought you’d never ask.’

Her eager words and bright smile give you the warmest of feelings inside. She’s the one for you, you just know it.

‘Ona?’

‘Yes?’

‘I love you too.’

Spanish Translations:

dios mio - oh my god

gracias - thank you

chica - girl

idiota - idiot

hola - hi

te amo - i love you

[lucy90712]

Gavi- Fluff alphabet

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about their partner?)

Gavi loves every part of you but physically the thing he finds the most attractive about you is your eyes. He loves to stare into your eyes he's just finds them so mesmerising he could spend hours lost in them if you would let him. You don't see it but he sees the way your eyes sparkle when you are happy and even more so when you are laughing and he just loves it, especially when he's the one making your eyes sparkle it makes him feel good about himself. The only thing he doesn't like about them is how they break his heart when you are sad as they give away how you feel before you are even saying anything. He does everything he can to keep you happy so that he doesn't have to see the sadness in your eyes.

When it comes to personality traits Gavi was instantly attracted to how kind you were. When you first met one of the first things he saw you do was hold open a door for someone who was carrying a load of things and then offer to help them. Since that day you have always done things like that and Gavi loves it he can't stand people that he thinks are rude so knowing that you are so kind and genuine had him falling extra hard. The fact that you do these things when no one is around to watch is what helps him know that you are genuinely kind and not just doing it to impress people and he likes that in a person.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

He definitely wants a family but way in the future. Family is important to him so he knows he wants one of his own and he wouldn't want it to be with anyone other than you. Having kids is something the two of you had talked about but never in much detail as it is quite clear that it will be a good few years before you even really seriously consider having them. That being said he has thought about it quite a lot because he likes to think about what the future will be like for the two of you. He would like to have at least two kids and preferably they would be somewhat close in age because he likes the bond he has with his sister and wants that for his family too. Those thoughts are all things for the future but when that day comes he is incredibly excited to start a family with you.

C = Cuddle (How do they like to cuddle?)

Gavi just loves to cuddle in general when he's with you he always has an arm around you so when he has free time with you it is usually spent cuddling. Most of the time he likes to be big spoon because he likes being able to hold you and know that you are safe as he is quite protective but sometimes he likes to be held. After a hard day of training or a bad match he likes to come back to you and just be in your arms which usually involves him laying on your chest as you play with his hair. It's safe to say that cuddling is one of Gavi's favourite pastimes although if you said that to any of his friends he would kill you because he likes to pretend that he's not a complete softy.

D = Dreams (How do they picture their future with their S/O?)

He thinks about the future a lot despite being young he likes to think about what his life will be like in a few years time. From early on it was clear to him that you were the one so whenever he thinks about the future you always feature in some shape or form. He always imagines getting married to you and living in a nice house in Barcelona which you will share with pets and however many kids you have. Of course he has thought about if he were to move clubs what life would be like but wherever he ends up as long as it's with you he doesn't really mind.

E = Emotions (How do they express their emotions around you?)

On the pitch he has a very short fuse and loses his temper quickly but he isn't really the same off the pitch. On the odd occasion he will get mad like any normal person but he never lashes out at you like he does on the pitch and he almost never raises his voice around you either. Surprisingly he is quite good at expressing his emotions with you but that's because he believes a successful relationship is built on communication so whatever he is feeling he always tells you so that later it doesn't become an issue. Most of the time he's pretty easy going and usually at the end of the day he's smiling but sometimes he has a bad day but you always make him feel better. He is also pretty good when it comes to your emotions he will allow you to vent to him about whatever and if you end up crying he will comfort you.

F = Feelings (When did they know they're in love?)

It didn't take long for Gavi to know that he was in love with you because he'd never felt so strongly for anyone and he didn't think he would ever feel like that for anyone else. Although he fell for you over the course of a few months there was one particular moment when he realised just how deeply in love he was. It was a day when you hadn't really done anything you had met him after training and just spent the rest of the day laying on the sofa but when it got dark you suggested going outside to look at the night sky. You had done that together before but that night when you were pointing to the stars and getting really excited to see a planet in the distance Gavi realised he never wanted to experience little moments like this with anyone else. He knew that he could never love someone else as much as he loved you in that moment.

G = Gratitude (How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their S/O does for them?)

He is very grateful to have you in his life because he knows that he would be so lost without you. All the little things you do he notices like when you go over to his place and organise a few things that are out of place or when he goes over to yours and you make sure that he has all of his training stuff ready for when he leaves in the morning. He also really appreciates everything else you do for him whether that be listen to him vent about a bad day without complaining or drive him to training despite hating the amount of people there is waiting for the players. If he thanked you for everything you did for him that would be all he says everyday but he still tells you many times throughout the day how much he appreciates you and that only increases on days like Valentine's Day or your anniversary. Gavi is very grateful and he wants you to know it.

H = Honesty (Do they have secrets they hide from their S/O?)

Gavi thinks communication is really important so he doesn't like to keep secrets from you. He is also really bad at keeping things from you there are many times he's nearly given away surprises because he's so used to telling you everything. It doesn't help that you can read him like a book so whenever he's trying to keep a secret to surprise you you always know something is up with him even if you don't know what. As much as he hates not telling you everything there are some things which Gavi will never tell you but he does it to protect you. He is honest but also protective so the things he keeps from you are things that would hurt you if you found out. No one could get him to tell you the things he has seen written or said about you because he doesn't want you to have to deal with that.

I = Injury (How would they react if you got hurt?)

Gavi is no stranger to getting injured himself and it doesn't really bother him anymore but as soon as you get hurt he goes into protective mode. It could be the tiniest injury like a small cut on your finger and he will be constantly checking that you are alright even though after you put a bandage on you are completely fine. Any bigger injury like a sprain or a broken bone you can barely get him to leave your side. He will bring you food and do other things for you even if you are more than capable of doing them yourself. When he's around you will recover much quicker because he knows all the tricks to help recovery and he will make you do physio until you are all better.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous? How do they deal with it)

He gets very jealous but not because he doesn't trust you because he doesn't trust other guys. The amount of times you go out together and guys will flirt with you while he is right there drives him insane. Gavi isn't great at dealing with his jealousy whenever he gets jealous he gets extra clingy and has to have an arm around you to show people that you are his. On a few occasions his jealousy has got him into arguments with other guys who thinks it's ok to flirt with you even after you tell them to leave you alone but he never regrets it because he won't just stand around and see someone that isn't him give you that much attention. Over time he gets a bit better with his jealousy but only because you always reassure him that you don't want any other guy and because you let him have an arm around your waist when you go out which shows other guys that you are taken.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss you? How do they like to be kissed?)

Gavi is obsessed with neck kisses he loves to give them and receive them. It's his favourite place to kiss you if you spend the night together he will kiss your neck when you wake up and he will randomly kiss your neck throughout the day. As much as he loves to kiss your neck is makes him melt when you do it to him whenever you kiss him he will have a smile on his face for the rest of the day. Usually kisses from Gavi are full of passion because that's just how he is especially when he kisses your lips he puts all of his love into the kiss every time. The only time Gavi will kiss you softly is when he's tired like late at night or very early in the morning but you love those soft kisses as they usually come along with a string of compliments from Gavi.

L = Love (Who says 'I love you' first?)

You say it first but only because he's too worried about scaring you off to say it first. It takes a while for you to say it because you are just as worried as him about saying it too soon and ruining things but eventually you get the courage to say it. You only say it because Pedri managed to convince you that Gavi was in love with you but just too scared to admit it which he did because he was sick of hearing Gavi worry about losing you. Instead of saying it in a special moment like you planned you ended up blurting it out randomly in the middle of a conversation which took Gavi by surprise but he still said it back quickly. Hearing you say it makes him feel so much more confident in your relationship and from that day in he is always saying how much he loves you.

M = Memory (What's their favorite memory together?)

His favourite memory is from the first time you went away just the two of you. During the off-season he had a few days where he didn't have anything to do so the two of you decided to go to Portugal for a few days. His favourite memory comes from the first day of the trip when you went to the beach together. You had been sitting in the sun for a while before both going into the water and you were trying to get in slowly as the water was cold but Gavi had other ideas and started to splash you. You took it for a while before getting him back and starting a water fight between the two of you which Gavi won in the end. The reason that's his favourite memory is because he can still clearly remember the way your face went from shock to laughing to a devious smile before you got him back. For some reason he just loved that moment and it always stays in his mind.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

He does like to buy you things but he doesn't go overboard. On special occasions he will go all out and get you all sorts of presents but other than that if he buys you anything it is usually flowers to show his appreciation. Gavi likes to make days like your birthday special so he doesn't like to give you things year round because then when he picks out gifts for you they don't seem as meaningful. Of course he would love to get you anything you could possibly want but he holds back so when you get gifts from him they always have meaning behind them or are things you have wanted but would never buy for yourself. He isn't against spending money on you as he once got you a new car as yours was falling apart but he doesn't do it all the time as believe it or not he is quite sensible with money.

O = On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they're in love? Is it obvious to others? How do they express their feelings?)

When Gavi is really in love it is very obvious to everyone around him. Sometimes Pedri gets sick of him when he just constantly talking about you and all the little things you have done or said the day before. No one can get Gavi to stop talking about you so they just get used to tuning him out when he starts to bring you up as they know they will be there for a long time. His teammates always know when the two of you had an argument as until you make up Gavi will be sulking and just not be himself he even plays worse if you are in the middle of an argument. He is always at his happiest when he's just talked to you or been with you in person which the people around him think is sweet but they do tease him about it.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Gavi has about a million nicknames for you but his favourites are mi amor and carino but he will still call you babe on the odd occasion.

Q = Questions (What are the questions they're always asking?)

He is always asking how your day has been or just how you are. He also often ask where you want to go out to dinner or what you want to do when you time together although he usually ends up making those decisions as you are too indecisive.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

On a rainy day he likes to just curl up on the sofa with the tv on. Usually you will move from laying in bed to laying on the sofa and Gavi will put a movie on which you don’t really pay too much attention to as you both end up just talking about nothing. Neither of you move very far and only really get up to go to the bathroom or get food which includes ordering dinner as neither of you want to cook. The day ends with you falling asleep on Gavi's chest while he is playing fifa with his friends so he stops playing and carries you up to bed where you go back to cuddling until he falls asleep too.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/S/O up?)

He cheers himself up by seeing you. Whenever he's having a bad day or is upset by something he will go and see you so that you can hold him and distract him by talking about something else. Nothing cheers him up like you do so even if he can't see you in person he has to FaceTime with you so that he can see your face and talk to you. If you are having a hard time he will do anything to make you feel better whether that is just letting you cry to let out your feelings or doing whatever you want to. Quite often to cheer you up he will take you out on a date because then he can spoil you to make you feel better again. He is very good at cheering you up because he just makes you laugh until you forget about whatever was upsetting you before.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

He will talk about anything but most of the time the conversation revolves around football in some way or another. He is always talking about training or a game but he is so passionate about it that you never mind and could listen to him all day. He does have the ability to talk about other things on occasion and usually that is whatever you are interested in whether it be work or a hobby he will ask you questions about it and talk about it with you.

U = Understanding (How well do they know their partner?)

He knows you better than anyone else does over your relationship he has paid attention to every little thing you say so whenever anyone asks him something about you even something like what you were wearing on your first date he can tell them. Any little thing about you he picks up on to the point that he has learnt what any of your little actions mean so if you are anxious he can always pick up on it and so will do whatever he needs to to help you.

V = Value (How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

Your relationship is very important to him he always says that you are the best thing to ever happen to him so it's safe to say he values you a lot. Football of course is important to him but you are definitely with more to him than that because even without football he'd be happy as long as he has you. Many things are important to Gavi like his friends and family but if he had to pick one thing to be his top priority it would be you because he spends most of his time with you and can't picture his life without you.  

W = Wedding (When, where, and how do they propose?)

It would be a good few years into your relationship because you are young when you first get together but he always knows that one day he would propose. He would plan the moment out for ages he would make sure that everything would be perfect before the day because he knows he will be really nervous despite knowing you would say yes. He actually proposes on your 4 year anniversary he sets up a day filled with activities which ends with a walk on the beach. While walking he just randomly stops and because he has hold of your hand it makes you stop and turn around. When you turn around he is down on one knee with a ring box in his hand as he recites a little speech he spent weeks preparing. It was an emotional moment but of course you said yes which made Gavi a whole lot calmer.

X = XOXO (How affectionate are they? In public/in private)

Gavi is quite an affectionate person so as long as there isn’t too many people around he will have an arm around your waist and give you the occasional kiss. When out in public he will hold your hand and that’s usually as far as he will go because he knows that someone will film his every move so if he does anymore it will end up all over social media. If you are somewhere where there are loads of guys around trying to flirt with you he will have an arm obviously around your waist but he only does that on occasion. When with friends he doesn’t care as much about hiding how affectionate he is he will do whatever he wants which is usually cuddle with you and gives you loads of kisses which he does get teased for but he really doesn’t care.

Y = Yearning (How well do they cope when they're separated from their S/O?)

He hates to be away from you but he can cope for a few days as long as he can FaceTime you every night. When he has to be away for longer than a few days or is in a time zone that is so different from the one that you are in that he doesn’t get to talk to you he is a nightmare to be around. He just mopes around all day everyday until he goes back home and can finally see you again. When he’s not home he insists on you texting him throughout the day telling him whatever you are doing and sending pictures so he can see your face while he does whatever he has to be doing. Gavi will always much prefer to be with you whether that be at home or somewhere else but he knows that can’t always happen so he tries not to complain to you too much as he doesn’t want you to feel bad he just moans to his friends instead.

Z = Zeal (Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship?)

Gavi would do pretty much anything for your relationship. He’s not afraid to make any sacrifices necessary to keep your relationship healthy because to him they aren’t sacrifices they are just things he has to do as part of life. You could list Gavi a million things and there would be very few things that he wouldn’t do if they meant keeping your relationship. Even without telling anyone it’s clear that he would go to great lengths for your relationship which usually means people don’t try and push him as they know he will take the leap if he has to.

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Old Home versus New Home - Barcelona Femení x Reader

You probably should have been paying attention to the screen streaming the UEFA Women's Champions League group stage draw, but instead you were staring into space, hoping that Barcelona would not play against one team in particular.

That one team, who you assumed were fully aware of why you had requested a transfer. After the person you were dating admitted to still being in love with her ex, left your apartment shortly after breaking up with you. The last thing she said was ‘see you at training’ as you stood in your living room, frozen. Your heart shattering into pieces as she shut the door behind her, leaving her key on the side table.

Just thinking about that team sent you back into that moment, standing in the living room frozen until warm tears dripping down your cheeks felt so uncomfortable that you swiped at your face.

But you weren’t there. You weren’t in London anymore either. Instead, you’re in Barcelona sitting on a chair, watching the group stage draw, with your teammates, including your best friend, who was currently looking at you with both worry and shock.

“What’s wrong?” You glanced at the screen but it was already moving on to the next pot of clubs.

“Your ex plays for Arsenal?” Ingrid asked, but she already knew the answer as you glanced at the screen, spotting that Barcelona had been selected into group C, and two other clubs were selected already.  Hoffenheim, and… Arsenal.

A groan left your lips as you slid down the seat, covering your face with your hands.

“I’m going to get my ankles broken.”

“But she broke up with you?” Ingrid whispered, hurrying over to sit next to you instead of where she’d been sat before, everyone else paying more attention to the stream until the talking got louder.

“I don’t know what she told the team, so any one of them could break my ankles.” You replied, pulling your hands away from your face as Ingrid pulled you into a hug.

“I could break her ankles first? Wait… or we could ask Mapi to break her ankles?” Ingrid looked over at Mapi, who immediately looked over in confusion at you both.

“I’m not asking Mapi to break my ex’s ankles, it’s not worth the card.” You deadpanned, but Mapi was hurrying over, a few teammates complaining as she obscured the livestream on her way over.

“Whose ankles?” Mapi asked but you shook your head, even as Ingrid frowned.

“She broke your heart.”

“She broke your heart? I will break her ankles! Whose ankles am I breaking?” Mapi immediately grew more excited at the idea of revenge, looking between you and Ingrid, Ingrid looking at you as you rolled your eyes, shaking your head.

“It’s not worth getting carded breaking my ex’s ankles when we play Arsenal.” You replied, realising your mistake as Mapi scrambled to get up the Arsenal roster on her phone.

“It’s not worth it.” You whispered to Ingrid, but you knew she knew better. She was your best friend and had picked up the pieces of your heart that Jordan broke.

“Mapi, stop listing names, I’m not telling you. We didn’t even go public anyway… no you can’t just break all of the Arsenal squad’s ankles and hope you get my ex… even if she was the reason I left Arsenal. She confessed she was still in love with her ex, and they’re probably back together now. I don’t know, I blocked them both.” You explained, playing with your hands as Ingrid frowned, gently taking your hands in hers, Mapi was still on her phone but looking overwhelmed at the idea of taking out all of Arsenal by herself.

“Meli! Ven aquí!”

You let out a groan as Leila sat down with you three, looking confused until Mapi began to explain.

“You asked for a transfer?” Mapi asked, continuing her relay of what had happened.

“Well, first I cried, threw all of her stuff she’d left in a box to throw in the bin, deleted everything from my phone, called my agent asking for a transfer, booked a plane ticket to Germany, then cried some more.” You explained, listing off each thing you’d done after Jordan shut the door behind her.

“You threw away her stuff?” Ingrid frowned, looking confused as you frowned back, realising you’d left that out.

“Well, I wasn’t going to set it on fire… but she picked it up from the bin so, yeah. I needed to get out of London, and you were in Wolfsburg.” You explained, which explained to your Barcelona teammates why you had been photographed so much in Germany before your contract with Arsenal was revealed to the public as not being renewed. Your agent had spoken with Arsenal, and in the end, they let you leave, and you left the WSL too. The final result being you and Ingrid joining Barcelona after both receiving an offer from the club.

“Can we kill her?”

“We break her ankles-”

“No breaking my ex’s ankles, or her ex’s ankles, I see you considering it, Mapi!” You declared, interrupting Leila and Mapi’s scheming before a hand landed on your shoulder.

“I will score on them, for you.” Jenni declared, hugging you into her as you realised the rest of the team had been listening since the stream ended a while ago.

“Not worth the cards.” You warned Mapi and Leila, but your glare faded as you spotted the look on some of your team’s faces.

“Can you all focus on international duty and not my ex, please! We don’t even play Arsenal until next month!” You retorted, letting out a breath as Alexia nodded in agreement and began to speak, calming everyone down.

Leaning into Ingrid, your eyes lingered on another midfielder for a second, watching her facial expressions before you smiled to yourself then looked down at your hands shyly.

///

Every upcoming Barcelona game meant the Champions League group stages games were getting closer, and soon Arsenal would be making their way to the Estadi for the first leg.

It wasn’t unnoticed how your foot would bounce rhythmically against the floor, only stopping when you were on the pitch, getting an assist in for Lieke to score the eighth goal of the match against Villarreal. The game against Alavés four days later, you played with a strange aura or energy around you, an intensity that threw off the opposing team, as if you were playing your final game.

“We are not going to let them hurt you.”

“You played against McCabe before?” You asked but Ingrid rolled her eyes.

“You train against Mapi.” She deadpanned, pulling you into a hug in the middle of the locker room at half-time.

You and Ingrid ended up both being subbed off at the 46th minute for Patri and Alexia to come on, leaving you to try to calm your breathing on the bench.

“Next time I could be on the pitch for a match, it’s against Arsenal.” You realised, your hands shaking until you ended up sitting on them, Ingrid wrapping her arm around you to give you a side-hug on the bench.

“They will not hurt you. The team will not let them.” Ingrid whispered, holding you in her arms as you leaned into her, watching the game against Alavés carefully. You didn’t realise your foot was bouncing again until a hand gently rested on your knee, Irene meeting your eye for a moment before she continued to watch the game.

///

Two days after the match against Alavés, a day before Arsenal made their way to the Estadi to play Barcelona, you were curled up under a blanket, phone to the side of you as you’d given up trying to answer your texts. The words on the screen were unreadable, the screen itself was too bright and you were overwhelmed, hearing your heartbeat pound in your ears.

A knock at the door broke you from your thoughts as you got up, keeping your blanket around you as you made your way over to the door, glancing through the peephole to see who was there before opening it.

“Don’t you two have a date or something?” Your voice was croaky, but Ingrid shook her head, leading you back inside, asking Mapi to grab you a drink from the fridge as she brought you back to your couch.

“Checking in on you, before tomorrow.” Ingrid explained, chuckling as you kept the blanket around you like a cape. Mapi returned after a minute of trying to figure out your fridge, passing you the glass.

“Thanks… I think? What even is this?” you grimaced as you took a sip, confused about what Mapi had found in your fridge.

Another knock at the door had you passing the glass to Ingrid, who shared a similar grimace to you as she tried the drink, Mapi shrugging as she admitted she just grabbed the first thing she saw.

“Did you text the team my address?” You called into the living room, opening your front door to reveal Jenni, Alexia, Aitana and Laia.

“What is this? Squad meeting at my place?” You deadpanned, letting the four players inside. You were about to shut the door when you heard another knock, opening the door to find Patri and Clàudia had arrived too.

“Anyone else behind you?” You enquired, ushering in the two before you stuck your head out the door, spotting Leila making her way down the corridor.

“Ouahabi, vamos!” you called out, raising an eyebrow as Leila hurried down the corridor over to you.

“Anyone else?” you waited, but Leila shrugged, checking her phone.

“The others are parking.”

“Good luck to them… that car park is the worst, even when you live in the building.” You replied, closing the door as Leila headed to join the others in your living room.

“Wow, this looks like an intervention.” 

“You watch too much TV.” Ingrid chuckled, passing you the glass from before.

“Why are you giving me this? It’s- did someone drink some of it?” you glanced up from the glass to around the room, seeing no indication of who had tried to drink whatever Mapi had found in your fridge.

“Whatever… wait, Mapi- did you, did you pour a glass of pickle juice? Honestly if you wanted to poison me and get me out of tomorrow’s game you could have given me a heads up first… but I’m also glad you didn’t try making a drink out of my face masks…” you walked into your kitchen and back, holding up the bottle of pickle juice that had Mapi’s jaw dropping in panic.

“No, no!” Mapi began, standing up to argue but she was interrupted by a knock at the door, watching as you walked over to let in Caro, Torre, Irene and Frido.

“What did we miss?” Torre jokes, not expecting your answer as you glanced at your best friend’s girlfriend.

“León tried to poison me.” Hiding your smirk in your blanket cape as the newly arrived four turned to Mapi.

“Qué?”

“We agreed to cheer up, not poison!”

“Why do you even have pickle juice?”

“Martinis?” 

“Salads.” You deadpanned, rolling your eyes at your teammates as they started to argue amongst themselves about how they were here to cheer you up.

Your eyes lingered over the four midfielders in your living room (lingering on one specific one for a moment longer) a slight frown on your face as you ran over everything in your head that you had been thinking about earlier.

Jordan was a midfielder, so the defenders needed to handle her, whilst you and your fellow forwards would be put into the path of Arsenal’s defenders, including Leah.

“We know you are anxious about your ex-”

“It’s not that. She’s not going to hurt me, but her team could hurt one of you, and I don’t want to see that. I don’t care if my leg gets broken, I’m concussed or even worse, my ACL tears. Cards are going to fly tomorrow and I am terrified one of you is going to go off that field on a gurney. I got my heart broken in London, but it healed in Barcelona.” You played with your fingers, not daring to look up at anyone as you finally said what had been bugging you.

“Although the defence is going to be a nightmare since my ex’s ex, the ex that she dumped me for because she was still in love with her, is a defender… so yay!” you sarcastically clapped, glancing around for a place to sit but your teammates were even sitting on your coffee table at this point, so… you were stuck standing.

Your gaze was glued to the floor as you heard someone stand up, arms wrapping around you and your blanket cape as you hugged whoever it was back. Only when you noticed who was missing from the teammates on your couch did you see Ingrid smirking and wiggling her eyebrows not subtly. Your face burned as you realised it was a certain midfielder hugging you, burying it in her shoulder as more of your teammates stood up to hug you both.

///

The day arrived. The first leg Barcelona versus Arsenal in the group stages of the UWCL, at the Estadi Johan Cruyff.

You sat on the dressing room floor, holding your knees up to your chest as you waited for time to go by and the match to start. Ingrid reached over to pat your shoulder, followed by Mapi offering to break your ex’s ankles again, if you told her who your ex was. Shaking your head, you whispered the same thing you said during the group stage draw, “not worth the card,” glancing up to meet the soft smile of your crush, smiling back to her. 

Rolling back your shoulders, you straightened your spine as Alexia walked over and crouched down to meet your level, “Are you okay to play?” 

Your gaze drifted over Alexia’s shoulder for a moment as you debated her question, nodding to her but you only looked your captain in the eye when her hand gently rested on your knee.

“I’ll be okay.”

Alexia tutted slightly as she realised where you were looking at, or who.

“Your type is midfielders, eh?” Alexia whispered, smirking as your head snapped towards her, eyes widening in alarm.

“Stop staring at her.” Alexia warned you quietly, posture softening when you looked down at your boots, feeling your face burn.

“I’ll be okay,” your voice was quiet but Alexia could feel the fire in your tone, you were ready to fight for your teammates at Barcelona, because they were your family now.

///

Walking out onto the pitch, the Estadi was full of Barcelona and Arsenal fans, but you kept your gaze focussed, not letting it wander onto Jordan or Leah  at all. All the eyes on you blurred together as you blocked out any possible ex-teammates trying to meet your gaze, standing in line with your hands behind your back.

The match was a complete mess, more for Arsenal than Barcelona, but you knew from the first yellow card that this game was not going to end well. Mariona and Alexia both had a goal by the end of the first half, so Barcelona were leading 2-0, with McCabe getting the first card of the match for taking down Alexia.

Wiping your face with your jersey, you glanced up as Leila caught your arm, gesturing to the Arsenal squad on the field in wonder. Clearly she had been spying whilst sitting on the bench.

“¡No hay tobillos!”

Leila grimaced at your Spanish, plus what you had said in it, basically telling her ‘no ankles!’ instead of what you really meant, warning her to break none of the Arsenal players’ ankles.

“She’s not on the field anyway, just her ex…” you whispered hurriedly to Leila, who immediately ushered you towards the locker room, and Mapi.

The second half began and you had already warned your teammates to watch it, and not get on the wrong side of your ex’s ex, in Arsenal’s defensive line. One minute into the second half, Irene had a yellow card, but one minute later, Mariona was assisting Asisat with Barcelona’s third goal of the match.

Beth yeeting Mariona wasn’t something you thought you’d see in a match, but the yellow card she received for it was something you expected, before being substituted off for Tobin Heath, and Viv being substituted off for Caitlin, whilst Katie was substituted off for Nikita.

More substitutions occurred before Frida Maanum managed to break your team’s clean sheet, assisted by Tobin. One significant substitution left you stumbling slightly into the arms of one of your midfielders, who looked at you in confusion as you mumbled you were fine, but Jordan was now on the pitch. Foord’s yellow card was for taking Alexia down too, leaving you tapping your foot against the pitch nervously, watching carefully as Alexia got up.

Frido came on for Ana, Mana came on for Kim, four minutes later, Bruna came on for Mariona. Patri assisted Lieke in the fourth goal of the match for Barcelona at the 84th minute, whilst Arsenal’s new manager was also given a yellow card.

Alexia going down in the penalty box by means of Jordan’s mistimed tackle (although she may have not even touched her, you couldn’t see well), you ran your hands down your face, wondering how the hell Alexia was getting up every time, but another thing was on your mind, too bad Jordan was too close to you and overheard.

“What the fuck is this game?”

“You tell me!” Jordan grumbled back, not seeing the attention she had gathered as Mapi’s eyes widened, spotting the tension between you and Jordan, the tension increasing as Leah walked over. You ended up standing between Leah and Jordan as Alexia took the penalty, but Zinsberger stopped it.

“¿Qué?” you whispered, watching as Nikita ended up with a yellow card just before the game ended.

Barcelona had won 4-1, and Jordan and Leah both looked annoyed, but went around offering high-fives anyway.

You froze as Jordan met your eyes, heading towards you until arms flung themselves over your shoulders, legs wrapping around your waist as you caught whoever had just thrown herself on your back for a piggy-back. You knew her laugh anywhere, sending the butterflies in your stomach into a flurry of excitement, your crush unknowingly just saved you from having to talk to your ex after beating her and her team, your ex-team, in a Champion’s League group stage match.

“Good game, yes? Vamos!” Aitana grinned, gesturing for you to walk around as she stayed on your back, grinning as you headed towards Mapi and Ingrid.

Your best friend smiled broadly as she took in the flustered grin on your face as you carried Aitana on your back, the midfielder resting her head on yours as she conversed with Mapi, giving Ingrid time to wiggle her eyebrows again, teasing you gently as you met her gaze. Your eyes widened in alarm in case Mapi or Aitana noticed the action, but your crush on Aitana went hidden from everyone but Ingrid and Alexia, confirming what your captain had theorised before the match.

Your type really was midfielders.

[pavardscherie]

Can you write for Jules kounde where y/n is on the girls Real Madrid team and they get into a argument because he wants to support barca female team since it’s his team as well so she tells him just to not go at all and he ends up going and he’s wearing her jersey and she dedicates a goal to him? (This is weirdly specific💀)

Anyways stay safe <3

switching jersey, jules kounde

⤷ pairing: jules kounde x female reader ⤷ summary: you have an important match against the female barca team, and jules is completely on the wrong side. after an argument, you don't expect him to even come to your match and support you, but things change quickly.

⤷ izzy's talk: come in and be as specific as possible haha. it only takes longer for me to write because i try to make it as close as possible so it's not the open-minded writing haha. hope you like it!

⤷ requests are open.

hate was such a strong word, and it combined the entirety of bad feelings for someone. but you didn't hate jules for the decision and statements he made. you just could not understand how easy it was to decline you the support you needed. barcelona was his team, no matter if female or male. and it was somewhere understandable that he chose them over your team if he would not be in a relationship with you.

you went to his games, wearing his jersey, and letting the fans in the stands see to whom you belonged. yet, he refused to do the exact same thing for you. it made you furious, the anger bubbled in the pit of your stomach. for merely a second, you even regretted how often you bought a ticket to a game, and surprised him. hidden between the fans, wearing his jersey and waving wildly when he came close enough.

but there was no time left to think about what happened, the referee already walked onto the pitch, accompanied by his three assistants for the important match. it pained you deeply, the misunderstanding between jules and you, and the lack of support, you were allowed to feel. but as the most important striker on the team, you couldn't lose your head. you had to focus on the enemy team, on scoring a goal, and winning the fifth game in a row.

the private life, your relationship, it had to vanish for at least ninety minutes. unnecessary problems had to disappear to assure your excellence was on the pitch. but the first half passed way too quickly. mostly tackled by the enemies, the last chance to keep you away from scoring a goal.

barcelona was the greatest enemy of real madrid. they occupied the first place in the chart currently, and you desperately wanted to change the spots with them. second was good, but not the perfect place. the team you were surrounded with found a better way into the second half. as soon as the referee blew the whistle, the midfielders captured the ball and pushed the barcelona females back into the defense line. to win the game ultimately, you needed at least one goal. two would make it a clear statement. anything above that would be hilarious but also, closed the gap between the first and second place quicker.

twenty minutes into the second half, the right defense players kicked the ball across the midfield, and it fell perfectly into your run. outplaying one, and then a second defensive player, it was you against the goalkeeper. close to the right post, you decided to try for the far post and kicked the ball with the inner surface of your shoe.

the ball flew through the air, bouncing once before the goalline, and jumping straight into the net. the lead goal was scored in the seventy-first minute by you, closing the gap between the two spots in the chart and only being one point behind Barcelona. running towards the corner where the fans already waved their flags, jumped up and down and shouted your name, you raised your arms in the air.

with a wide smile spread across your face, your eyes still skimmed the stands filled with fans in real madrid jersey's for the one familiar face. the features, you could remember with your eyes closed, and the curve of the lips, you loved so dearly.

disappointed filled your empty stomach, the familiar face didn't appear in the crowds. you knew, jules said he wouldn't attend the game because it would be against part of his. it felt like a betrayal to him, but in the end, he chose to betray you. letting your arms fall to the sides, your teammates reached your spot in the corners and jumped on your back. engulfed in a tight hug, you forced yourself to keep the smile on your lips while your squinted gaze hasn't given up on jules yet.

and how lucky you were that your orbs decided against the sadness, and never stop searching. a plastic cup in one of his hands, jules jogged down the stairs in a hurry. the goal happened exactly in the moment when he decided to get a drink. the tightened throat felt dry after shouting your name multiple times, and singing the songs with the real madrid fans. the circle around you dissolved, the team scattered across the field and onto their positions once again to play out the rest of the second half.

yet, you stay for a couple of seconds longer, the corners of your mouth curled further upwards. a smile that glistened with satisfaction and happiness at the sight of him, wearing the all-too-familiar colors of real madrid. turning on the staircase, your name was written in capital letters on his back, and you couldn't help yourself but giggle about it.

slowly talking backward after the barcelona fans already started shouting for you to stop wasting time, you raised your arms and created a heart with your hands towards jules. the goal, you scored a minute ago, was for him. it has always been for him, even if he would have decided against coming to the match.

fortunately, jules changed his mind. decided against being for Barcelona because he played at the same club. nothing mattered more than the kind of bond, he shared with you. and his attendance increased your will to reach the top of the table, just like he and his teammates currently did.

the eagerness of your movements, the gestures of your arms and hands, infected your teammates and the ball came flying forward much more often than attempting to dribble against one of the barcelona females. the clock hit the eighty-eight minute, almost reaching the final whistle of the game, when another perfect ball was played towards you.

running with the ball attached to your foot, you dribbled against the same two defensive players, you outplayed for the first goal. and it happened for a second time. they could not stop you, and neither could the goalkeeper when the ball hit the bar on the inside and flew into the goal. a second time.

immediately, you ran towards the corners, searching for the familiar face of jules, and finding him within seconds. he fought his way towards the front of the crowd, the plastic cup still in his hand but other liquids poured across the jersey from the celebrating people behind him. leaving the pitch, which would result in a booking, you jumped to at least give your boyfriend a successful high-five for the perfect goal scored.

"this one was for you, only you!" you shouted over the loud music, and the screams of the fans. pointing the fingers of your left hand at him, you used your other to send a kiss straight his way. jules watched it in the middle of the air, holding his hand close to his heart. the little gesture meant more than the loud shouts of the fans, celebrating their striker and the win of their team against such a strong enemy.

when you returned to the pitch, you received the booking for leaving the pitch without allowance but shrugged off the yellow card. glancing over your shoulder towards the crowd, jules had the plastic cup between his lips, holding it tightly with his teeth and using his hands to show you a heart. just like you did, when the first goal was scored and his attendance caught you by surprise.

[butterfrogmantis]

Hi hello I am back from my Spanish adventure, booo I wanted to stay

I think I'm like … technically just in time for this since it's the night of Nov 1st-Nov 2nd but I think it depends where it is and also I was actually IN Spain yesterday so I couldn't draw - actually Barcelona are apparently holding their celebrations this weekend (4th) but the cemetery there was absolutely stunning as were all of the Día de los Muertos decorations, tributes and costumes going on that I was able to see in the short time I was there.

And you know, that said I love researching holiday's from other religions/cultures and I draw Tailor's family for Jewish holiday's so it feels apt to continue with character's and their culture who I believe it applies to (I know most franchises including Smurfs just use main characters on their posts but for mine I specifically wanted the Spanish/Hispanic ocs and also SmurfHoney who I hc as Mexican) Elena is European Spanish and SmurfGadget is Mexican (specifically from Jalisco) and there may be an upcoming Catalonian oc I brought back as an idea in my brain from Barcelona but he doesn't exist yet, fear not you may meet him soon teehee

Skelly is American (human AU wise came from Baltimore if that means anything) but is a skeleton and perhaps more importantly is technically dead. Well no technically he's undead and whilst that probably goes the 180 to the traditions of day of the dead which is more about remembering those not with you in person, it wasn't his fault, and his friends love him enough to want him to know he's appreciated and loved and remembered in whatever state of death he's in regardless - not to mention he has his own personal ties - everyone Skelly knew in life including his sister has passed on since and he's lost his memories of most of them - so I think Skelly would love talking to these 3 and even if he can't remember everything important about his loved ones he remembers his sister's face and knows she must have been dear to him, and believes holding on to that remembrance is the most important part ❤️

Elena, Skelly and SmurfGadget are mine

SmurfHoney (c) The Smurfs

[cant-get-no-worse]

I don't understand why Barcelona fans still are asking for Messi. It's a bit ridiculous, isn't it. He left the club, like any other player, it's what happens in transfers windows. He may be a legend but he is a player and therefore subject to be bought and to play for another club, fans should accept that rather than ask him while he's playing for another club.

First, we are celebrating our title with our team - the current one, the 22 people and the staff that brought us this Liga. That's the main focus of today and the whole week.

But.

Make no mistake, this Liga is the result of a whole year of fighting from those 22 players and the staff, and they've been rightfully cheered on and showered by love from the fans. Nobody's claiming Messi won that Liga, we owe it to them. But it does not stand alone. For there to be light at the end of the tunnel, there needs to be a tunnel, and there need to be people who went through it. The 2022/2023 season is the final, bright peak of the mountain of hardships that were 2018/2019, 2019/2020, 2020/2021. It stands on top of individuals that have carried this team and took every single hit when everything - board, players - was failing. And that individual, whatever you think about it, however you want to put it, is Messi. From 2018 to 2021, the guy was alone. He broke his back trying to carry that team. He took the image hit and the pathetic trashings - the 4-0, the 8-2, despite not being his failures, have all been put to his name. The fight this team put on to win la Liga, we owe it to our current squad. But to remember where we come from, to remember the team that went through the tunnel, who was there while everything was fucking off, while celebrating our current achievements with this team, isn't disrespect towards anyone. It is merely respect towards everyone. That's precisely what this club is all about. Més que un club.

Now to answer the first ask, it's true that there have been calls for Messi throughout these past weeks — actually, since he left. I'm not going to talk about the practical reasons why his come back could serve the team, why it would not be only a political and financial move to have him back but an asset in our play too, that's another story. Rn I'm trying to explain why people are "calling for a player from another club" as you rightly put it. The reason is simple: it wasn't a simple move in a transfer window. The player didn't want to leave. It left a very bittersweet taste in everyone's mouth, a feeling of something unfinished, a hurried and unworthy ending not representative of the player's status, of what he gave the club, of his love for it nor the love the culés had for him. Being forced out of the club + the COVID situation preventing him from bidding a proper goodbye after twenty years to the public was a harsher blow than you could imagine.

I feel like a lot of people exterior to the club forget who he is for culés - and who is is, personally, for Argentinians, a whole other relationship - because of his international status. For the world, he is Messi. His very name is a brand (on which we capitalized, btw, we're no exception and the club remains a politic and financial institution), he is the superstar in the first sense of the term.

For culers, he is Messi as well, but not only. Just like Iniesta is Spain's idol while also being Barça's very own. Messi, like Andrés, Xavi, Carles, Geri, Bojan, Sergio — is from La Masia. Brought up in the spirit of the club. We saw him grow up. We saw him make his way through the C, the B, we saw him debut in the A, being taught by Dinho, Eto'o, Deco, Sylvinho. We saw him start to affirm himself in a failing team of 2006/2007, we saw him raising his Ballon d'Or at the Nou. We saw him want to leave, we saw him want to stay, we saw him play with club legends while forging his own, we saw him come back to us after every summer and international tournament with yet another failure and being torn apart by the press, we saw him run, sweat, kick, pull up comebacks, play his magic, carry a team, kiss the crest, taunt a crowd, all for Barcelona.

If you haven't experienced it, I cannot explain to you the joy and the utter pride it is to see him wear the Blaugrana colors and to have done so for the past fifteen years. I cannot explain to you the rush of emotions it is to see him kiss the crest of the club you love and to think he's ours. Before being the world's, because he is the world's, his name, influence and image go past clubs and countries, but before this, he was Argentina's, and he was ours. No player is ever above the institution (someone should tell PSG) and Leo Messi is not above FC Barcelona. But, like Xavi, Andrés, Carles, Cruyff, Guardiola, and countless others, he is at the heart of it.

So, that's why. Had he left on his own terms, like he wanted to in 2014, 2015 or 2020, fans would have an easier time accepting it because they'd know he was where he wanted to be. But it's been made very public how he wanted to stay, how finances forced him to leave and how, more recently, complicated and disrespectful his relationship with PSG had gotten. That's why some (not everyone, but I'd say a comfortable majority) people are asking for him. Now that he finished his love story with his country in the dreamiest way possible, they're calling for him to come home, and to properly finish his story with the club of his life.

Just because he is Messi, do not blame us for loving nor wanting to say a proper goodbye to Leo.

[manwalksintobar]

if we’ve gotta live underground and everybody’s got cancer/ will poetry be enuf?  // Eisa Davis to Ntozake Shange

         dear ntozake,

I got sacks of mercury under the skin beneath my eyes either cried too much or i’m abt to the cool war’s burnin up my retina again does poetry start where life ends? i know i’m supposed to be cool: i wear corrective lenses that feature high definition tragedy. baby in the dumpster       ethnic cleansing assassinations       multinational mergers i’m supposed to shake my head write a poem believe in ripples. but i ain’t cool. i emit inhuman noises i imagine terrorist acts as i flick my imaginary ash onto the imaginary tray i imagine going insane with a purpose and writing it down feels sorta unnecessary does poetry end where life begins? berkeley girl       black girl        red diaper baby born of the blood of the struggle but with reaganomics and prince pickin up steam in ‘81 nothing came between me and my calvins 10 yrs old       unpressed hair       playin beethoven readin madeleine l’engle       got scared in my pants when i heard this girl testifying ‘TOUSSAINT’ in the black repertory group youth ensemble i was just sittin in a rockin chair pretendin to be 82 and talkin like I knew all bout langston’s ‘rivers’

i wasn’t as good as her and i definitely wadn’t cool so i gave up drama and decided to bake soufflés zake you wda beat me up in the playground if we’da grown up together and you did eighth grade       ‘he dropped em’ at the regional oratorical competition i saw another fly honey rip it this time it’s ‘a nite with beau willie brown’ i was bleedin on the ground i became yours no more soufflés i jacked for colored girls right off my mama’s shelf my mama fania who was sweatin with you and raymond sawyer and ed mock and halifu osumare dancin on the grass       back in the day in you i found a groove never knew i had one like that did that monologue over and over alone in my room my bunk bed the proscenium arch 13 yrs old       screamin and cryin abt my kids gettin dropped out a window didn't know a damn thing about rivers but i knew abt my heart fallin        five stories you were never abbreviated or lower case to me you just pimped that irony that global badass mackadocious funkology you not only had hígado you had ben-wa balls in yr pussy

betsey brown on my godmother's couch nappy edges in mendocino at the mouth of big river spell #7 after the earthquake in silverlake the love space demands had to be in brooklyn yr poems are invitations to live in yr body love letters yr admirers dream they coulda written themselves no one cd find a category that was yr size blackety black but never blacker than thou you teased me into sassiness when i had none to speak of made profane into sacred but never formed a church sanctified women's lives whether we were reading nietzsche or a box of kotex we were magical and regular you many-tongued st louis woman of barnard and barcelona you left us the residue of yr lust left us to wander life as freely as sassafrass cypress and indigo and even the unedumacated could get yr virtuosity cuz you always fried it up in grease you built an aqueduct from lorraine hansberry's groundwater and it bubbled straight to george c wolfe you never read what the critics said and you scrunched up the flesh between yr eyebrows like everybody else in my family

but zake is poetry enuf?

i beg the question cuz you grew me up you    and adrienne kennedy     and anna deavere smith and all my mothers you blew out the candles on my 26th so when there's mercury under the skin beneath my eyes and the world ain't so cool do you write a poem or a will?

like leroi jones said     if bessie smith had killed some white people she wouldn't have needed that music so do we all write like amiri baraka does or do we all get our nat turner on?

i beg the question cuz i wanna get my life right do some real work and i really don't want to kill any white folk i mean     can we talk abt this maybe it's just my red diaper that's itchin but i still got that will to uplift the race sans bootstraps or talented tenths or paper bag tests this time we uplift the human race and i know the rainbow might be but is poetry enuf?

it's a naive question but i'm old enuf to ask them once in a while if we do finally unload the canon clean it out stock up on some more colorful balls ain't we only gettin the ones that are available at a store near you? doesn't the market end up setting the new standards anyway? is poetry enuf if it ain't sellin? if ain't nobody readin it? can poetry keep a man     who can't read from droppin his kids out a window?

and how can i call a ceasefire to this cool war in stanzas of eights when we've declared poetry a no fly zone? we have learned to protect it and its potential politics like a mother shoot down anyone who might overdetermine a poem's meaning (while we poets divebomb everyone else's politics with impunity like we're the United States or something)

if poetry is just poetry we save it from the conservatives but doesn't that mean it's of no use to the progressives?

is poetry enuf? cuz that's all i'm doin. makin up stories    on stage     on the page keepin the beat and that's all my friends are doin and that's what a lot of folks my age are doin

but if we've gone and burnt up everything in the sky if there's nothin else to eat but landfill stroganoff if we've gotta live underground and everybody's got cancer will poetry be enuf?

my aunt angela says i can do my thang and keep swinging left hooks to oppression if i stay up stay into it stay involved just one form of praxis will do. it's just my guilt that thinks i need twenty-two what's enuf?

shouldn't i (or somebody) be our secular bodhisattva become a real power player but skip the talk show can't we stabilize, rekindle collectives and cooperatives and collaborations therapeutic communities that double as creative juggernauts a publishing house     a theatre where the plays cost less than the movies get the neighborhood coven back together take dance breaks in the cubicles sing until the flourescent lights burst into snow i ask you because you changed me zake you changed thousands of women and i know poetry can't be enuf if you drunk

i ain't tryin ta walk off wid alla yr stuff and i got nuttin but love for ya so that's why i gotta know i'm sittin on my bed encircled by every book you've ever published they're open like fans marking pages with the flint of genius all i want is for this circle to grow so tell me:

is this where poetry and life are twins? i felt so crumpled up when i started writing you poetry seemed so useless and dingy next to all the bright red bad news but now that the poem is over i feel wide open like an infant of the spring just tell me how to feed this light to my responsibilities and poetry just might be enuf           love           eisa

[suzie-shooter]

F2 sprint race Barcelona 2023 :  James Blair race commentary highlights

I'm doing this on my phone because Clem is the more technologically advanced one of the pair of us - and it obviously goes without saying that Marcus has got no clue whatsoever.

We're going to get a replay of - Clement Novalak on Lawson! Two friends of the show.

Oh it's raining! Fuck me!

Okay so the race is starting with a rolling start, so already they've made it boring.

We're going to hear from Vesti, who's having a cracking year....very straight teeth.

Would have been less spray if they'd done a standing start, but what do I know, I'm just an insurance broker.

It's Verschoor going through on one of the thousand and two Red Bull cars we have in the field today.

Novalak's put a move on his team mate Stanek - he's up to P15, bloody good on yer mate! How about it! Four positions on lap 1 for the man from Avignon.

Come on Novalak! yeah I bet you’d like to eh James

As Novalak does Daruvala! Come on! Up the Clem!  [...] And Novalak! Is up again! He's done Juan Manuel Correa! Finally - the giant has awoken from his slumber of shit performances but this is an absolute stonker from Clement Novalak. Up the man!

[on the Leclerc Monaco curse] I think there is a genuine curse. Maybe we could do some sort of - maybe we could sort of perform - next year, Screaming Meals could sponsor it - we could perform some kind of exorcism before the Grand Prix weekend, we'll livestream the whole thing.

I do dig [Cordeel's] hairdo. It's really regal. Um, and you want to see regal hair go well, you know? You don't want the balding folks - like Marcus - occupying the podium.

The stewarding's been fucking questionable at best over the last couple of weeks, so we'll see where they land on that one.

The Norwegian man. He'll be used to going sideways on the roads.

And Novalak's done Maini! He's had almost no coverage on the tv and that's probably because F1 media hates us.

Overtaking delight from Novalak, that was pornographic!

Not gonna be too one-sided, but they do say in the rain it's where the real  talent comes out - you know, your Schumachers, your Sennas, your Novalaks.

Maybe it's time for a come back, I don't know. I don't have the funding. After a week of partying my tits off in Monaco, funding isn't exactly looking super healthy at the moment if I'm perfectly honest.

I'll probably end up talking a lot about the carrying on and the carrys on and the shenanigans if you will from Monaco in tomorrow's race [...] we're going to go on board Stanek in the Trident who's right behind Juan Manuel Correa who may or may not be involved in a lot of those stories from Monaco.

Leclerc having a sniff around the back end of Fittipaldi and he can sniff and sniff all he wants because it's Clement Novalak behind them.

That was the infamous evening of the Hungary episode with Juan Manuel Correa and Clement Novalak - I think he was still a guest at that point, he hadn't quite weaselled his way into the franchise. Whereas he now owns thirty percent of the company.

I met Mitch Evans on Sunday night in Monaco and he knew who I was and it was the best fucking evening of my life.

Come on Clemogio. And come on Trident. Please just pull a good pitstop out of your arse. Find it within yourselves. And that kind've also implies that they're pulling it out of their - alright we're just going to glaze over that one.

Fuck you and your virtual safety car! Fuck you and your virtual safety car! You've just given a free fucking pitstop to the front thirteen drivers and now my mate Clemogio - you've just fucked his chances of a race win! Fuck you, and fuck your virtual safety car! You c-you-next-Tuesdays. Bastards!!

Bit of a slow stop for Leclerc - sure as death and taxes.

Goodness gracious. This is why I've got grey hair at 25.

Nice shot of Clem there.

Vesti's smashed it, I mean, again. Having a great year. The Great Dane. Was Scooby Doo a Great Dane? Does anyone know? If so I'm going to start calling Frederik Vesti Scooby Doo.

Back on board here now with Patrick Swayze, looking at the back of Victor Martins. Who's hotter? This is a real clash of the titans between two of the hottest drivers in Formula 2 [...] two real hot dudes.

Fuck your virtual safety car. That's a t-shirt.

Let's hear it for Clem, that's a great drive. Still no points, but I mean great drive, proud of him for that one.

Not too much more to say, other than I'll be back tomorrow, gracing your screens with my bullshit.