#fútbol fan

[jalluzas-ferney]

It’s crazy how normalized violence within sports fans (COUGH COUGH SOCCER/FUTBOL)

And like nobody bats an eye. These same futbol fans that beat each other up because someone said their team sucked or don’t like their favourite soccer player or just gen said an edgy joke they didnt like are the same ones making fun of like…autistic kids for being furries or smth. Like y’all are sending people to hospitals because y’all can’t get a grip 🤨

[frociaggina97]

THEY WILL NEVER MAKE ME HATE YOU MBAPPE

[greendayauthority]

Estadio de Fútbol de la Universidad Simón Bolívar, Caracas, Venezuela, 8 October 2010

[marianomoreno]

en mi laburo somos: lxs cuatro bosterxs más insoportables que conociste en tu vida, tres de racing, dos de independiente, uno de san lorenzo, y un resto de "ni idea me chupa un huevo pero ojalá se mueran todxs lxs bosterxs" es muy bello en realidad.

[maiteo]

I love shakira but im not in the mood for this😭

[kristiano1979]

¡Que viva el fútbol!

[vampiromano]

debería estar viendo el partido pero estoy in a very particular mood rn. it do be like that sometimes supongo!!!!!!

[sonsofks]

Impacto en el Deporte! Call of Duty Conmemora su 20 Aniversario con una Alianza Estratégica con CHARLY para la Liga MX 2024.

Una Alianza Inédita que Fusiona el Espíritu de los Videojuegos con el Poder del Fútbol.” Call of Duty, la icónica franquicia de videojuegos, celebra su 20 aniversario con una explosiva alianza con la reconocida marca mexicana CHARLY, dando vida a una colección de uniformes nunca antes vista en la Liga MX 2024. Descubre cómo la pasión por los videojuegos y el fútbol se entrelazan en una…

[jonpertwee]

I love Lionel Messi so much. He is the best boy.

[txttletale]

question for my followers who are fans of non-fútbol sports--are there any (physical) sports where the GOAT is like completely indisputable, like if two people were arguing over who's the GOAT one of them would have to be being a silly contrarian on purpose for fun

[hoshifighting]

latino!mingyu

WARNINGS: smut, latino life, im jus kidding (ou não também), mentions of alcohol, flipping the cap before kissing you, fingering, oral, dirty talk, hair pulling, public-teasing, public-make out.

if nobody said it, i will. MINGYU LATINO!!! mingyu who, no matter where he is, somehow finds a reason to grab a beer, and yeah, it's gotta be ice cold. “wanna pilsen, babe?” he’s already tossing one your way before you can answer. like, let’s be real here, this man drinks anything that remotely resembles beer. pilsen, brahma, skol, corona? he’s down. anything to cool off that tanned, toned-ass body of his after playing fútbol/futebol/soccer, anyways, for way too long just ‘cause he knows you’re watching. and when that shirt comes off? goddamn, everybody in the surroundings is drooling. mingyu knows it too, that cocky grin spreading across his face, and you're just trying to act normal. but it’s impossible when the man is literally glowing under the scorching sun.

he danced at his cousin’s quinceanera/festa de 15. of course, he did. he’s that hot cousin, the one all the aunties fawn over, talking about how he’s grown up so well, while the guys on the block are salty ‘cause their girls won’t stop staring when he's shirtless walking in havaianas flip-flops. he’s out there, not giving a damn, smiling, swaying his hips to reggaeton with you, and trust—he’s glued to your ass like you owe him something. or clapping his hands and asking you to dance samba with him. you roll your eyes, but you’re lowkey hyped up by his attention. that man is always hyping you up, calling you “amor/cariño/gatinha/mama/bebe” like it’s a full-time job.

every party, every gathering, someone’s got him dancing with their cousin, their sister, their aunt even (and he’s good at it).

mingyu who comes to your ear, whispering dirty things, just to see you getting all wet. “you look so fuckin’ good tonight, mama. can’t wait to get you back home and ruin that dress.”

he says it like it’s a casual thing, with that smirk of his. the kinda smirk that says he knows you’re weak for him, the way you flush when he so much as drags his fingers up your arm. and he’s not wrong. you could play it off cool, but he’s already in your head, already got you thinking about what’s gonna happen later.

mingyu who's skin is so damn hot, like he’s a human furnace, and you swear it’s impossible to cuddle with him for too long without needing a breather. the dude radiates heat like no one else, and even though you love the way he wraps around you—those big arms pulling you tight, holding you like he’s never gonna let go—there’s always that moment where you’re like, “okay, I need to cool the fuck down before I melt into a puddle.” and he always laughs about it, gives you that lazy smile while you’re fanning yourself, like, “what? too hot to handle?”

but the thing is, it’s not just about the heat. there’s something else in the way mingyu touches u, like he’s always trying to get as close as possible. sometimes, he has no shame in it—like when he gets that look in his eyes, and next thing you know, he’s got you pinned against a random house on the street, his mouth crashing into yours. tongue and tongue and tongue, his lips moving against yours like he’s starving for you. his hands? they’re everywhere—flying down to grab your ass, squeezing like he owns it, pulling you closer, so you can feel just how bad he wants you.

and oh my god, when he turns his cap backward before kissing you? dead. you know it's coming—the way he runs a hand through his hair, then flips that hat around. it’s such a small move, but fuck, it drives you insane every time. like he’s gearing up for something more, and you know that look means he’s about to ruin you in the best way possible. no warning, he just dives in, lips pressing hard, tongue slipping inside your mouth, claiming you. he kisses like it’s his job—wet, messy, and so fucking good you lose yourself in it every time.

then there’s mingyu in bed. and the man’s got skills 😭, and he knows it. when he’s behind you, hands in your hair, pulling just enough to make your back arch, it’s game over. you’re a mess, and he’s thriving off it, low growls escaping him as he fucks you from behind, his hips slamming into yours with that steady, unforgiving rhythm. he’s so into it—one hand gripping your hair, the other on your waist, guiding you, pulling you back onto him. and he doesn’t just pull your hair like it’s a casual thing—oh no. he pulls it slow, but then suddenly he yanks harder as if he's silently telling you “this is mine. you’re mine.”

and don’t even get started on his fingers. mingyu’s got the best fingers, and he knows exactly how to use them. whether it’s slow and teasing, dragging it out until u’re practically begging, or fast and rough, working you up until you can barely think straight—he’s a pro at this shit. sometimes, he’ll have u spread out, fingers deep inside you, curling them, head bobbing as he sucks your clit. and he watches you fall apart under his touch? it’s like he’s studying every reaction, committing it to memory so he can wreck you even harder next time.

but the dirtiest thing about mingyu? it’s the way he talks when you’re in public and trying to keep it together. you know the type—when you’re at dinner or out with friends, and you’re trying to be normal, trying to focus on the conversation, but mingyu’s sitting next to u, whispering the filthiest shit in your ear. his voice is low, just for you, and no one else at the table has a clue what’s going on.

“bet you’re so fuckin’ wet for me right now, aren’t you, baby? can feel how bad you want it.”

and he says it all casual, like he’s not making you clench your thighs together under the table, trying to keep from giving yourself away. but he knows, and he’s not letting up. his hand brushes your leg under the table, fingertips barely grazing your thigh, and your heart’s pounding because you know what he’s doing.

“if i slid my hand up your skirt right now, you’d be soaked. don’t lie, mama. i can see it in your eyes.”

and it’s so fucking hard not to react, not to moan right then and there. but you can’t. you won’t. because you're in public, surrounded by people, and the last thing you need is to let everyone in on the fact that mingyu’s got you trembling in your seat. but he loves it, loves seeing you try to hold it together, that smug grin playing on his lips as he watches you squirm. “gonna take you home later,” he whispers, breath hot against your ear, “will make you cream on my cock, make you scream my name. don’t think you’ll be so quiet then.”

it’s all you can do to keep breathing, to keep pretending like you’re fine when, really, all you want is for mingyu to make good on every dirty promise he’s whispered in your ear. and you know he will.

[bellawoso]

We fell in love in October

Alexia Putellas x fem!reader

A/N: this was going to be an Ona fic, but when I discovered this picture of lex, I couldn’t help myself 🤍

i brought back diego for this fic, he is too cute not to, and y/n + diego are besties in every universe :)

You were not happy that you were coming into work today, after working a full day yesterday, crammed with people only seeming to be ordering pumpkin spiced lattes with the now colder autumn days.

You loved your job, working in a small cafe in Barcelona whilst you completed your studies, seeing your favourite regulars each day, and the perk of being able to make yourself a coffee whenever you would like.

It wasn’t unheard of for new customers to come in, however it was extremely rare. The cafe was tucked away in the depths of Barcelona, reserved for locals who new the area extremely well.

One of your favourite regulars was a tall, heavily tattooed, blonde woman, who often came in each morning in a Barcelona training kit, wanting a latte.

At first, you had joked that she was a big fan of Barcelona, thinking her matching kit was quite extreme for a fan, however you later learnt to your surprise that she was on the team, which she still teased you about to this day.

Your co-worker Diego, a massive football fan, still fawned over Mapi each day she came in, until one day you couldn’t stand his shyness and instead asked the question that always lingered on the tip of his tongue.

“Diego wants to know when you will bring some other footballers Mapi”, this statement received a smack to your arm from said co-worker, who had blushed crimson red.

“I’m a big fan, okay?” Diego justified himself.

Except Mapi only chuckled and explained she liked having her “own” coffee shop hidden away, and didn’t like sharing with her teammates.

You and Diego left it there, understanding people like their own secret pleasures, Mapi’s being the staple in her daily routine, of visiting you two and ordering a latte.

———————————————————————

You had forgotten about the conversation with Mapi, until two weeks later, she walked through the door at her usual time, you and Diego had already pre-prepared her drink, except for this time, a blonde woman, also in her training kit, followed her into the cafe.

The moment you and Diego both saw Alexia, you both stood there dumbfounded for a second, completely forgetting Mapi’s drink.

Diego was shocked because as a loyal football fan, he obviously knew who Alexia Putellas was, it was hard not to, internally he was fangirling.

You however, thought Mapi’s teammate was beautiful, her smile, her eyes, her muscles.

You broke out of your trance first, handed Mapi her drink, whilst asking “Would your friend like anything?”

The girl spoke up “a latte aswell please”

When you asked for a name for her order, she froze for a second, the majority of people in Barcelona knew who she was, with her infamous nickname “Reina”

Mapi chuckled and muttered

“Ella es inglesa, y no es fanática del fútbol” (She’s English and not a football fan)

You, having moved from England for your studies only a year ago, had no clue what they were saying rapidly in their heavily accented Spanish.

Diego however, heard and laughed with them “She’s called Alexia chica, do you not know the footballer”

“I’m sure if I knew, then I would not be asking, would I? Idiota!” You replied whilst scribbling down the name on the cup, as Diego feigned a look of hurt as he prepared Alexia’s drink.

“Si Diego, deja en paz a mi barista favorito!” Mapi said (Yes Diego, leave my favourite barista alone!)

“I don’t know what Maps said, but I agree with her” which earned a grin from Mapi, as you handed Alexia’s drink to her.

“Pasarlo bien” (enjoy)

“Gracias y/n” Alexia replied with a soft smile, as her eyes lingered on your name tag.

“Adios chicos! See you tomorrow” Mapi shouted as she left the shop.

“Adios Mapi, and Alexia!” You and Diego shouted.

As soon as the door shut, Diego squealed in excitement, “you like her! You have a crush on Alexia Putellas!”

“Shut up Diego! No I do not”

“Ay! Do not fret chica, I saw she was eyeing you up too!”

“Don’t be silly Diego! Now hurry you have to prepare Val’s drink, she comes in soon!”

Although Diego left his teasing there, it didn’t stop for the next few weeks when Alexia accompanied Mapi each morning, and both you and Alexia constantly flirted with each other, but neither making the first move.

Until one morning Alexia didn’t come in with Mapi, and the regular explained how Alexia had to go in earlier today, but how she was going to call in later after training at around 3 o’clock.

Until at 3pm, just as Mapi said, your favourite blonde stepped through the door.

“Bon día, my favourite customer!” you said, earning a smile from Alexia, she usually complimented your improving Spanish, which always no doubt brought a blush to your cheeks.

“Hola y/n! Can I have a-“

“A latte? It’s already finished Ale” you said, sliding her drink towards her, the use of her nickname falling from your lips made the midfielders cheeks flush pink.

“Thankyou cari, tastes as amazing as always” Alexia had recently been using the term of endearment for you, the first time you head it, you choked on your latte, making Diego and Mapi let out a boisterous laugh.

“Can I get you anything else lexia?” You asked.

“Your number.” The blunt statement caught you off guard, did you hear that right?

The girl you had been pining over for the last month wanted your number?

Alexia mistook the silence as rejectment, and turned to leave muttering a soft “lo siento”

“Ale! Wait!” Which made the Spaniard turn back round, a glint of hope sparking in her eyes.

You grabbed a napkin and scribbled down your number, adding a heart on the end and handing it to the blonde, who looked like an excited puppy.

“Call me?”

“Why else would I want your number cari?”

You blushed at the obvious statement, shrugged your shoulders, and the previous adrenaline high you received from Alexia asking for your number, pushed you to lean over the counter and kiss the blonde’s cheek, making her in turn blush.

“See you tomorrow?” The blonde hesitantly asked.

“Diego missed you.” You stated.

“If I gave you both tickets for the upcoming match, would you go?” The blonde asked uncertainly.

“To cheer you on? Obviously ale.”

The Spaniard grinned happily at your answer, said goodbye, and left.

The same night, you received two e-mail tickets for the upcoming Barcelona match.

When you told Diego, to say he was excited was an understatement.

You however, was only excited to see where your new future with Alexia would take you.

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A/N: Making a part 2 now! But I will do a poll of New Romantics part 3 or part 2 of this! 🤍

[olee]

type of boyfriend con pipe? si puedes, claro está reina

Playa y Fútbol | Felipe Otaño

¿Cómo sería salir con Pipe?

Sencillo y Cute

Personalidad:

Pipe es un aventurero responsable y amante de la espontaneidad. Siempre está en movimiento y no duda en decirte, "¡vente, vámonos!".

Si eres fanático del fútbol, ¡estás de suerte! A Pipe le apasiona el fútbol y seguro querrá que lo acompañes a disfrutar de este deporte juntos.

La playa es el lugar favorito de Pipe. Disfruta tanto nadando como surfeando, pero si no eres fan del surf, no te preocupes. Pipe estará encantado de quedarse contigo en el agua o en la arena, simplemente tomando el sol.

Además, lo más bonito de Pipe es su amor por la fotografía y su creatividad. Le encanta capturar momentos especiales, así que prepárate para sesiones fotográficas.

Pipe es un auténtico cómico. Le encanta hacer bromas sobre todo y siempre está listo para sacarte una risa. Prepárate para un día lleno de risas, ya que Pipe no deja pasar la oportunidad de hacer de cada momento una experiencia única.

Pipe es extraordinariamente honesto. No tiene pelos en la lengua y te dirá todo lo que piensa. Aunque disfruta internamente de los chistes, cuando vayas a caminar con él por la montaña desde las cinco de la mañana, prepárate para escuchar sus reflexiones filosóficas sinceras. Lo interesante es que, a pesar de su apertura, Pipe no va más allá de lo que dice. Es decir, no es nada hipócrita. Siempre es el callado que solo agrega un toque de humor a la conversación, siendo un maestro en darle un toque de chiste a cualquier chisme.

Una nota importante sobre Pipe es que no es muy público en mostrar afecto, aunque le encanta darte abrazos y besitos, prefiere hacerlo en privado o cuando no hay mucha gente alrededor. Lo más encantador es que a Pipe le encanta tomar tu mano y pasear contigo por los rincones de Madrid y Barcelona. Sin embargo, su destreza real radica en protegerte; ya sea en el metro o en lugares concurridos, siempre está atento y dispuesto a sostenerte en todo momento.

Artistas que le pega a Pipe:

C. Tangana

Quevedo

Myke Towers

Bad Bunny

Travis Scott

Sech

Tainy

Julieta Venegas

Rels B

Latin Mafia

Alvaro Diaz

[sunshine-theseus]

Media Day | Platonic!Aitana Bonmati x Reader

Words: 1.2k Summary: everyone hates when you two get paired up on media day – please I know they didn’t score against Wolfsburg in the particular game mentioned, pretend they did Requested by @onandkfk - i'm sorry this isn't as good as i was hoping it to be but i hope you like it!

Media days could be tough. Interviewers or challenges could be awkward and sometimes you just don’t click with the people around you. Obviously all of the team worked well with each other, but if there were bad vibes from the visitors it threatened to ruin everything.

That’s why you and Aitana paired up whenever you could. And people hated it.

The two of you were rather respectful, reserved in comparison to the general Barcelona Femení image. Well that was before you discovered how much you enjoyed each other’s company.

You joined Barcelona from Atletico Madrid in 2020 as somewhat of a ‘child prodigy’. It left a sour taste in many people’s (fans) mouths, leaving one of Barca’s biggest rivals of the time only to join the ‘enemy’. You were too nervous to put yourself out there in a team like Barcelona, not knowing many of them despite having just had your first national team, so the first week or so was rather lonely. When not training, your head was buried in a book with headphones perched over your ears, or homework resting on your lap.

Eventually Aitana extended a hand to you in training, taking you under her wing. Being 16 at the time, you became basically stitched to her side. Jona tried to separate you when he first became head coach, despite having been witnessing your sibling like relationship as assistant coach for months beforehand, but quickly found there was no use. You worked well with everyone, often spending time with Mapi and Alexia or Clàudia when Aitana had something else to do, but you always found your way back to her at the end of the day.

It was a similar situation on media days. Everyone got paired up or rotated between a few people, you and Aitana included, but you always managed to find a way to pair up or sit and watch each other for majority of the day.

-

“Please don’t pair me up with them again Jona, please. Put Keira with them, it’s like a group of siblings when they’re together.” You let out a giggle as Patri begs to be switched out for the game.

“It’s just a little ‘who knows who better’ challenge, how bad can it be?” a hand lands sympathetically on her shoulder before he takes his leave for a press conference about tomorrow’s UWCL game against Benfica.

The midfielder takes a seat to the left of Aitana, and jokingly wipes her hands against her shorts.

“Estoy muy nervosa entre estas dos” (I’m very nervous between these two) she lets out a breathy laugh, looking down the lens of the camera as a silent plea of help as our voices muddle together in protest.

“¿Por qué? ¡Nosotras somos como ángeles Patri!” (Why? We are like angels Patri!)

“No hay razón para estar!” (there is no reason to be!)

“You will find a way to traumatise me I swear. But let’s get this over with!”

-

“Hola culers! I am Patri.”

“I’m Y/N.”

“… and Aitana Bonmatí?” laughs break out from the whole crew, including you and Patri, as Aitana’s face twists in confusion toward you.

“Well I wasn’t going to say your name for you was I?”

“I thought you were saying both… let’s go again.” A chuckle slips out before you try to redo the intro.

“Hi! I am Patri Guijarro.”

“I’m Y/N L/N”

“And Aita-” she cuts herself off and begins to laugh again, falling against your side.

“Qué poco profesional, verdad?” (so unprofessional right?) you stare directly into the camera before looking for a joking confirmation from Patri and the camera crew, who all nod in agreement.

“Sí, stick to fútbol.” You pat her on the back before trying the introduction again. Four more times.

-

“What was Y/N’s first start for Barcelona? And when?” you send Aitana a playful look as Patri reads the question off the card.

“You better know this Tana or we may have a problem. We had our first link up on the pitch during this game, it was a banger goal.”

“No I know. Of course I know.” She scribbles something down on the whiteboard.

“3, 2, 1. Times up, I hope you know the answer for your own sake Aitana.” Patri glances over at the older girl’s board and snickers.

“Ay she got it wrong heh? She has very poor memory.”

“I do not! Stop lying to everyone.”

“Okay okay Aitana what did you write?” shamefully, she flips her board around.

“Real Madrid, January 2021.” Your mouth falls open and your eyes bulge out of your head.

“Tana! My first start was against Wolfsburg in the UWCL semi-final in August 2020. You lobbed the ball from the mid-line and I headed it straight passed the goalie. I can’t believe you don’t remember that! Your age really is making you forget things.” A poor replication of a solemn expression is plastered on your face while Aitana tries defends herself.

“I have many of your achievements and milestones to remember hermanita! It is hard when you are such a successful player.” Despite Aitana referring to you has her little sister for quite some time, it manages to pull at your heart.

“I suppose I can excuse it this once.” With a roll of your eyes, you move onto the next question.

“How many major trophies does Aitana have? Country, club and junior and senior teams combined.”

“Dios mío, which ones doesn’t she have? You know I have to deep search our apartment once a week for her Ballon D’or so I can put it on display because she’s too modest to let everyone know how good she is?”

“It gets hidden right beside your 4 ‘TOTY’ player trophies from since you were 16.”

“I told you I would display them if we got a cat and you said ‘no I’m allergic’ so who’s fault is it really?”

“I cannot control my allergies, you bring half of Mapi’s cat back every time you visit them anyway, there is no need for our own cat.”

“I hate you.”

“Hermanita you say that every time I say no and yet you still make Miguelitos once a week because you found out they’re my favourite dessert.”

“Are you calling me a pushover Tana?”

“I’m not… not saying that.”

“Culo.” (ass) Aitana gasps dramatically and places a hand over her heart.

“You wound me Y/N.” you poke your tongue out at her then turn back to your whiteboard, writing down the answer.

“There is no way she knows this.”

“You doubt me Aitana?”

“Yo tambien para ser honesta.” (me too to be honest) the girls laugh to each other as they wait for you to finish with your suspiciously long answer for the question at hand. You don’t waste time in turning the board around to show the two midfielders and the cameras.

Jaws drop as they all read your answer.

“Thirty-one, and she named each of them. Aitana you need to step up your knowledge, this is crazy impressive.”

“How on earth do you know all that?”

“I care deeply about my friends, so much so that I’d get them a cat if they asked.” You glare at each other as Patri tries to end the video.

“Our winner is Y/N, with 5/5 questions right. Aitana you only got 3/5, you are a bad friend.”

“You tell her Patri!”

“What do I need to do to make the boasting end?”

“Make me fabada when we get home.”

“You hate me.”

“And yet you’ll still make it for me as I make your Miguelitos, so either both of us win or lose.”

“Bien hermanita.” She sighs but gives me a smile despite it.

“Gracias… loser.”

“I swear to go-”

[maiteo]

these posts about colombia…..you didn’t watch the match or never watched football either??😭

[xas24]

Balde doing a vlog with you and hes all lovey dovey w u throughout the whole video💕

gazing ~ alejandro balde

summary: alejandro can’t keep his eyes off his girlfriend whilst filming a youtube video with her.

y/n tried to hold in her laugh as she watched alejandro attempt to balance her camera against the stack of hardback books. she knew the camera was on due to the flashing, tiny red light and she made a mental note to put his struggling face in the usual mini bloopers at the end of the video.

he finally fixed the camera and sat back onto the couch with a relieved sigh.

“hecho?” (done?) y/n softly giggled as he gave her a little smile and a nod.

“vale, siguiendo con el vídeo...” (okay, carrying on with the video..) she brought her phone up and opened it to the instagram questions she had saved from a few days back.

she wasn’t really a massive youtuber, but she had a small channel with a few thousand subscribers, which had then started to increase once people found out she was dating alejandro balde.

she didn’t think much of it and honestly forgot about her random videos she had posted up there; but obviously, being alejandro’s girlfriend, people wanted to know more about her and their relationship.

so after about two months of putting it off, she finally decided to cave into everyone’s pestering and sit alejandro down for a quick and short video of answering some of the fans’ questions about them.

and that is what they were currently attempting to do - the two sat close together on the couch, infront of the camera that y/n mainly used for these random videos.

“sí, continuemos.” (yes, let’s carry on) alejandro replied as y/n looked through the many answers. alejandro’s eyes never left her focused figure, brown eyes taking her in. the corner of his lips upturned a bit the longer he stared at her, before turning his gaze to the camera, knowing it caught him staring.

“¿cómo se conocieron?” (how did you both meet?) she read out and looked towards him.

balde answered whilst glancing between her and the camera. “bueno, ella es amiga de uno de los miembros de los medios de comunicación social en Fútbol club Barcelona y vino a entrenar con ella una vez. nos conocimos a partir de ahí.” (well, she is friends with one of the social media members at Football club Barcelona and she came onto training with her once. we met from there)

y/n nodded, slightly blushing. “sí, no quería molestarles durante el entrenamiento. soy un gran aficionado del barcelona y como mi mejor amiga trabaja allí, pudo llevarme sólo una hora.” (yes, i didn’t want to bother them during training. i am a big fan of barcelona and since my bestfriend works there, she was able to bring me just for an hour.)

alejandro looked at her whilst she talked. his arm, that was first resting on his knee, went to lay against the back of the couch behind her.

“vale, next question..” alejandro chuckled at her heavy accent on her english statement. he loved when she randomly started speaking english around the house, even if he didn’t understand some of the things she was saying.

“¿qué hiciste en tu primera cita?” (what did you do on your first date?) y/n looked at alejandro and immediately burst out laughing, both of them already knowing the answer.

“nada!” (nothing!) y/n chuckled. “no hicimos nada.” (we did nothing)

“¡no lo digas así!” (dont phrase it like that!) he laughed along with her, slightly covering his face.

“me hace parecer un mal novio por no hacer nada en nuestra primera cita!” (it makes me look like a bad boyfriend for not doing anything on our first date!)

y/n reached forward and cupped his face in her hands, having to hold her laughter in but she couldn’t help snickering. “no! eres el mejor novio del mundo!” (you’re the best boyfriend there is!)

she kissed his cheek a few times and alejandro let her, not wanting to playfully push her away just because there was a camera watching them. his arms circled around her body and he pulled her closer to his own.

y/n pulled back and turned back to the camera, leaving alejandro’s arm around her waist.

“ya éramos amigos desde hacía meses y nos sentíamos muy cómodos el uno con el otro, así que acordamos quedarnos en casa y ver una película.” (we already were friends for months now and we were very comfortable with eachother so we agreed to stay home and just watch a movie)

“sí, aún así fue divertido. también cenamos y nos relajamos.” (yeah, it was still fun. we had dinner aswell and just relaxed) alejandro chimed in too.

y/n went to add onto the answer and alejandro just watched her, completely infatuated and smitten. the hand on the back of the couch came up to toy with the strap of her dress, which is an unconscious habit he liked to do sometimes.

he would often start playing with her clothing, her jewellery, her hair and y/n didn’t mind. in fact, she loved when he did that. it made her feel comforted, having that close proximity with him most of the time.

he watched, or more stared, at her whilst she spoke, eyes jumping for one feature on her face to another as his teeth bit down on the inside of his cheek. his fingers kept mindlessly playing with the soft material of the bow tie holding her dress up.

that’s how the rest of the video went, which was only for a few more minutes. y/n asked the questions and answered some of them. she would turn to alejandro for his opinion, which he would reluctantly give, before helplessly returning back to daydreaming and gazing at his girl.