#ona looks so proud of lucia

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united’s spanish duo 🥰, via osm.images’ story, 22/5/23

[chrlvctius]

sanctuary

alexia putellas x reader fic!!

> soo angsty with a fluff at the end!! keeping my promises fr ‼️‼️

Your pov:

Your limbs went limp as one of the things you had always wanted slid through your hands as the final whistle blew, and it felt as though your heart took its final beat.

That hurt. You felt constricted and compressed due to exhaustion and emotion. You felt so little and helpless. You began to hear voices in your head, including those of your parents, siblings, and other family members. How would they react to this?

As multiple sounds erupted around the stadium, you collapsed to the ground with your head firmly buried into your lap while breathing deeply. Barcelona did win, but you fell up short. When Alexia scored the final goal, you were already defeated. You were supposed to own that. You were meant to be the one.

With tears in your eyes, you watched as Keira, Lucy, and Pina approached Alexia and embraced her. You were exhaling heavily and making an effort to stop your tears from falling to the ground by looking up at the sky. This was extremely unfortunate. Others would express their pride in you to you, but none of that would truly matter. Barcelona did win, but you came up short. It's always been you against the world.

You were the valued possession of your family. What's not to brag about when you're in Barcelona playing football with other professionals?

Before Alexia, you weren't used to coming in second in everything.

You hated her so much. She was competent and well-versed in every move, tackle, and technique, which you hated. You hated that others gave her some of the attention that was intended for you but went to her instead since she was always one step ahead of you. She was incredibly skilled, and you hated how well she played in every match. You hated the fact that she never made a mistake and was always perfect.

This was the only way you could prove your worth. You were in desperate need of this. You had to get everything just right. You needed to do better. Without this, you are nothing. Nothing worthy. The only thing that distinguishes you from the rest of your family was your love of football. It was the only thing that gave you life and made you feel seen.

Having this taken away from you entirely breaks you. You were only good at one thing that stood out.

You were never good at anything other than this. It's the only thing that has made you worthy. You truly have nothing and are nothing without this. You get deeply disappointed when you see someone doing something better than you have always done. When will the world stop taking things away from you?

You didn't see ona approaching you as you were looking up at the sky trying to stop your tears from falling to the ground. Ona sat next to you and simply looked at you, her eyes filled with pity.

She wrapped her hand around your shoulders and murmured, "Y/n.."

I looked at her with watery eyes. I probably looked completely worn out at this moment. with unkempt hair, glossy eyes, and bags under my eyes.

I replied "No, ona" despite the feeling of shaking in my voice.

I sigh and bury my face in the crook of her neck, "I hate this, I hate her so much. Why does it always have to be like this, why does this always happen to me?"

"I'm so sorry, y/n. I know that anything I say right now won't really change anything of what's just happened and i'm really sorry," Ona says while stroking my hair and kissing the top of my head.

For a while, Ona comforts me, and only then, when things began to feel lighter, did we stand up and follow the others to the changing room, with Ona promising to stay by my side the entire time I'm in there.

Alexia’s pov:

I was quite proud of the goals I received today. I was the happiest person alive after scoring that final goal because everyone appeared to be participating together. The girls approached and gave me many hugs and compliments.

"Congratulations, Ale! You deserve it", lucia said and stroked my shoulder, but Keira only gave me a hug and a tender whisper. Everyone was pleased, and Pina couldn't stop jumping and running around.

Not until I noticed y/n sitting down and ona seated next to her. I became aware that something was wrong at that point. Ona kept looking at me, and all I could see was pity.

I arched my eyebrows at her as if to indicate or inquire about what was wrong, but all Ona did was shake her head and keep rubbing Y/N's back. I began to feel strange and uneasy. All of a sudden, everything felt incredibly slow, and I was unable to make out any of the words that my teammates or the crowd were chanting. Right now, y/n was all that mattered to me.

I had never before seen her in such a state. She looked extremely weak and defeated. It made me feel weak as well. I felt weak after seeing her weak, and that wasn't nice.

"I think you have something to talk out with y/n," said Lucy and Mapi as they drew nearer to me and also glanced at Ona and Y/N.

I simply nodded, but it was so clear that I appeared absolutely off and weak as I immediately headed for the changing rooms.

As soon as Ona and I entered the changing room, everyone turned to stare at me, and it was evident that everyone felt sorry for me. As I was making my way to the showers, everyone started patting me on the back. At this time, I didn't really give a shit. I felt so worthless and numb.

What had been seconds changed to minutes, and those to hours. I didn't even notice or hear Ona tapping on the glass door and telling me she'll be gone because she needs to tend to things.

I was just staring at the wall, tears streaming down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do anymore. I didn't know what to say to my family. I can already hear my father telling me how much of a disgrace I am to our family.

I almost had it. I had it in my grasp but couldn't keep it. I hate the fact that there is always an "almost" in everything I do. "Almost had it" , "Almost perfect" , "Almost" . It frustrates me because no matter how hard I try, nothing ever works out. I tried my hardest at everything, yet I always ended up being average. I hate the fact that every time I was ultimately seen by everyone, there were only fleeting moments of recognition.

I hate how Alexia doesn't even have to try that hard, whereas I have to try my hardest.

I gave everything I had just to be seen. I've always been second, third, or last in line to my siblings. Every time I'm second to Alexia, my stomach drops. Everything I do is never enough, and all of my efforts are never reciprocated. I hate how I'm always giving but never getting anything in return. I hate how I'm always the second option, the background person, the ignored side character. No matter what I do, I can never really be enough for anyone, and I hate how invisible I become when I lose "something."

Having to go through this again literally kills me. I wish I had never felt this way because I hate it. I hate feeling this way. I hate how depressed I am and how the universe is against me. How it weakens me to the point where I am unable to do anything. I poured my heart and soul into that match. I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for nothing in the end.

After what seemed like hours, I stepped from the shower, still wearing my robe, and was taken aback to see alexia seated on the bench near my locker. She looked up at me with concern in her eyes, and she stood up and approached me, and I just stood there, not knowing what to do since I didn't want to see her or talk to her after what happened.

"y/n," she said as she approached me. Even after hours of showering, I probably looked like crap. I knew this wasn't going to go well with my eyes red and puffy, and possibly still tearing up.

I walked past her, but she grabbed my wrist. "What do you need, alexia?" I asked back, and she glanced at me with concern.

"I just got concerned about you, i wanted to check up on you after seeing you and ona sitting on the pitch awhile ago"

"Oh, so you do see?" I joked, laughing a little.

"What do you mean? I don't understand," alexia replied, still clutching my wrist.

"You know, now isn't a good time to talk to me," I muttered, attempting to free my wrist from her clutches, but she drew me in closer.

"No, tell me what's wrong. What happened back there? What's wrong with you?" she said, and just hearing someone ask if I was okay made me want to ball my eyes out since that question will always have a major effect on me.

I pulled my wrist from her grasps and turned around, keeping calm. "You really want to know, huh?" I asked, although it was plain in my voice that I was about to burst out bawling.

"Yes, I do want to know, y/n. Tell me what's wrong," she begged pleadingly.

Still turned around, fresh tears welled up in my eyes for what seemed like the thousandth time today. "That goal was supposed to be mine; it was meant for me, but you took it away," I cried out, my voice quivering with dismay and rage. I never intended to yell or shout at her in that manner, but it just seemed right. I've never been someone who likes to yell. Whenever something bad happened, I handled it correctly and kept silent, but doing this just seemed right. I didn't care who heard me yell or anything; all I wanted to do was express my outrage.

"I know how you feel," she responded, and I screamed back, "No, you don't! You'll never know how I feel, you'll never know what this feels like because you're not in my place," I cried, tears flowing down my face. I cried as I punched her chest in an attempt to push her away, but she just stayed there, letting me punch her chest while crying.

"You'll never know how it feels like to keep on trying and trying and nothing really happening, you'll never feel the need to try harder because you're already the best, you don't even have to fucking try, alexia! You don't!" I shouted as I stared at her and breathed deeply.

She looked at me and licked her lips as she tried to figure out what to say. "Trust me, I've been there, y/n. I know how heavy and painful it is to lose and to let people down. I've been there, I promise you. I've done that a lot of times already. I may not know what you're feeling right now, I may not know what you want to do but all I want is to be here with you because I've been there. I've see all of it"

"All I want is to be here for you because no one has ever been," she added as I turned my back on her and faced the locker again.

I was still turned around, crying, and leaning against the locker when I heard footsteps approaching and felt two arms circling my waist and squeezing me tightly. I didn't stop her because I didn't have the energy to do so anymore. I was just tired, numb, and exhausted. I was tired of others controlling me, invalidating me, telling me what to do and what not to do, and I was tired of my family's expectations of me. I just wanted to breathe and feel like the world wasn't always against me.

I relaxed into Alexia's touch, turned around to face her, held her, and cried while hiding my face in the crook of her neck.

I just kept crying while hugging her, and she just stood there stroking my hair and whispered words into my ears to calm me down. I felt like I poured all of my pain into my eyes as I cried.

I'm not normally a fan of physical interaction, but Alexia hugging me like this felt just right. It felt so right. It surprised me since everything felt right when she hugged me. Everything felt right. I felt comfortable and secure in her arms.

Being in her arms felt just right. I was the perfect fit for her, and she was the perfect fit for mine. The moment Alexia hugged me, all the voices in my head stopped yelling. It was as though a switch had been flipped. It seemed as if the world had come to a stop and nothing else mattered. Being in her arms felt like home, and I swear, I have no idea what home feels like because mine never did, but I just knew that this felt so much like home. This has to be it.

I had stopped crying after about an hour, but I was still in her arms, and I didn't want to let go. I was afraid that if I did, all the voices would return to haunt me.

Alexia took a thorough glance at me and examined my face, as if she was memorising every detail of my face, before softly smiling. "I'm sorry that you feel this way and I'd do anything to make you feel better, I really do." She went on to say, "No one should ever treat you like this, no one should ever feel like this. I may not know what problems you have with your family but you don't deserve all that treatment from them"

She caressed my face, and just by doing so, new fresh tears flowed because I'd been wanting for someone to do this for god knows how long. "You are enough, you are more than enough," she says, cupping my face.

"I've seen how hard you worked this season and I couldn't be more proud of you. If you felt like you didn't do much, I know you did. From the bottom of my heart, I know. I've been with you the whole time, y/n," she added, her eyes welling up with tears.

She hugged me, and I hugged her back with all I had, and she laughed when she realised how hard I hugged her back.

"I'm not going anywhere, y/n, I'll stay with you," she said, to which I answered, "I know you will, I'm just testing the waters here," and she and I both giggled.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you, ale," I whispered, putting my face in the crook of her neck.

I felt her smile when she heard me call her by the nickname that our friends called her, and I can assure you that I have never used that nickname on her.

"Get dressed, okay? And then I'll take you out to dinner," she added as she kissed my head. I nodded and followed her instructions.

After getting dressed, she extended her hand, which I gladly accepted. I intertwined our fingers and left.

"Is this a date?" I joked, and she grinned and drew me in closer.

"Only if you want it to be," she chuckled and kissed my cheek, and we both laughed and proceeded to walk with our hands firmly interlaced, never letting go.

I'm actually proud of this, what 😭😭 nah but fr ! I hope y'all enjoyed this coz I did HELPPP angst is defi my top 1 ! fluff my second <3 🤍 thank youuuuuu!! aaaaaaa plss give me more ideas on the comsec or just ask mee! thank you, thank youuuu aaa ilyy mwaaaa

[wordsbyrian]

Team Dad - Alexia Putellas x Reader

Summary: R becomes the team dad, but isn't quite sure how she managed that.

A/N: I had this written before the Bayern game but I wasn't gonna post it yet. Then I saw the photos of Alexia and Pina where Ale looked a proud mom, so you guys get to have it now instead of later. Also this was (kinda) requested by @yourssincerelyj, enjoy my dude.

Living and playing in a different country than your girlfriend is not as easy as some people make it out to be.

It also doesn’t help that both of you are incredibly busy people, having a variety of commitments off the field.

Luckily though, you have both been called up to the national team for camp, meaning that the two of you will get to spend some much-needed time together.

On the other hand, you’re stuck rooming with Mapi at this camp. Don’t get it twisted, she is definitely one of your best friends but rooming with her brings with it unpredictable levels of chaos.

And it always comes at unwanted times, like right now when you and Alexia are attempting to take a nap.

“Hola Tortolitas,” Mapi says, bursting into the room, she stops and takes a look at the two of you curled up under the blankets, “You both better be fully clothed under there.”

“Fuck off Maria,” you say not bothering to lift your head up.

“Ale, can you hurry up and have sex with her so that she doesn’t spend the next two weeks trying to bite my head off?”

“Fuck off Maria.” You more feel Alexia say this than hear it, your face smushed into a pillow with an arm thrown over her.

“Alright,” Mapi says, making noise as she grabs what she came for and heads back to the door, “Remember that we have a team dinner later. Do us all a favor and try not to miss it.” She flees, shutting the door behind her.

With the menace finally gone, you wiggle around a bit trying to get comfortable again, groaning when you can’t.

“Mi amor, stop moving, por favor,” Ale says, pressing her hand to the back of your head.

“I’m trying but now I have an unexplainable urge to kill Maria.”

“Don’t do that.”

“But,” you say with a pout.

“If you kill her, who will look out for Ona, Lucia, and Laia in Manchester while you’re in jail,” she asks, not surprised at all when you just groan in response. “That’s what I thought, now just close your eyes so we can take a nap.”

Doing as you’re told, it doesn’t take you very long to get comfortable against your girl and drift off.

A few hours later, you are very rudely awoken by the sound of who you believe to be Ona, Lucia and Laia giggling.

“Is there anything I can help you three with,” you ask groggily while moving to a sitting position.

“Panos and Jenni sent us to make sure that the two of you actually get up and ready for dinner,” Ona says, looking at her phone.

“And Mapi gave us her key,” Lucia adds as though she can read your mind, this statement is accompanied by Aleixandri holding up the aforementioned key.

“Alright, I’m up so scram,” you say.

“We were told to make sure that both of you get up, meaning Ale too,” Laia explains.

“Are you sure that you want to be the ones to wake her,” you ask, getting out of bed, “I mean if that's what you want, go for it.”

The three younger players exchange a look that lets you know that no they actually don’t want to be the ones to wake your girlfriend up. It’s a well-known fact amongst the national team that La Reina is not a pleasant person after she wakes up.

“I’ll see you downstairs,” you say, closing the door behind them as they practically race out of the room, turning back to the bed you aren’t surprised to see Alexia sitting up awake and alert, “Oh, so you’re done pretending to be asleep now that they’ve left?”

“Your kids, your problem,” she says getting up.

You’re slightly shocked never having heard anyone refer to the younger players as your children.

“Oh, really? So which ones are yours?”

“Patri, Aitana, and Pina,” she says as though it's the most obvious thing in the world, which in some ways it is.

Of course, you can’t let her know that you kind of agree with her so you just roll your eyes and send her back to her own room to get ready.

The topic does get brought back up at dinner and somehow you’re expecting it even less than you had been when Alexia mentioned it earlier.

“Y/N/N, what’s it like having your entire family back in camp,” Jenni asks with a smug look on her face.

“Que?”

“You’ve got your wife and all six of your kids here,” Irene explains, “You must be pretty happy.”

“This joke has just started and I'm already sick of it,” you say, glancing around the table, looking for any signs of who could have started it.

You don’t bother to argue against them calling Alexia your wife because everyone knows that even though the two of you aren’t engaged yet, it’s a matter of when rather than if.

“Hey, Y/N/N is clearly the papa,” Leila says, nudging Mapi who immediately breaks out in uncontrollable laughter.

“If I am the papa, then the two of you are clearly los tios tontos,” you say, causing the rest of the team to break while simultaneously shutting the two clowns up.

While everyone laughs, you feel Alexia lean in to whisper something in your ear.

“I would not mind having six kids with you one day,” she says, causing your cheeks to grow far too warm.

“Six is way too many,” you respond, “Besides, I’d like to marry you for real before we acquire any children that aren’t just adults in disguise. I mean look at what Claudia is doing.”

She turns her head slightly and watches as Pina continues to push her food around creating different images to show Patri and Laia on either side of her.

Alexia laughs a little and you just turn to look at her, eyebrows raised as though to say, my point has been proven.

The joke about Alexia and you being Mom and Dad to the younger players on the team continues for the rest of camp, and many weeks after it, and you find yourself playing into it more often than not.

For example, once while you were playing FIFA with Mapi and Leila, Aitana asked you to be the tie-breaking vote in some argument she and Pina were having. Not even bothering to look away from the TV screen you said to her, “Preguntale a tu mama.”

Ask your mom.

This gets laughter out of everyone lucky enough to be in the room, or at least everyone not named Alexia or Aitana.

Alexia doesn’t laugh because she has been trying her damnedest to not get involved in the silly little argument, even going as far as to try and slip out of the room.

And Aitana doesn’t laugh because well she thought you would actually be the one to stop the argument.

Other incidents include every time you were dumb enough to respond when one of the six, most often Patri, Ona, or Lucia, called you papa.

And worst of all, the time that Pina walked in on you and Alexia making out and proceeded to run out of the room shouting about how she felt like she just saw her parents having sex.

Yea, that one was pretty bad. Mapi and Leila had jokes for weeks after that.

You had thought that the joke would stay within the team and for the most part it had, that is until Laia posted a photo of you sleeping on the bus on her Instagram story with the caption: She really is the team dad.

Naturally, you reposted it saying that is the very reason why Lucia is your favorite child.

This, of course, makes its way around the fans and before you know it, fans of both club and country are singing about you being a dad.

It would be annoying if the songs weren’t so catchy.

When you tell Alexia this during the next camp all she has to say is that she’s noticed.

“How is it that me being the dad has picked up more traction than you being the mom,” you ask her, “You routinely tell your teammates to stop fucking with you, every actual mom I know does that all the time.”

“You just give off dad energy,” she responds, “I don’t know what to tell you.”

“That explains nothing,” you say with a pout that is instantly kissed away, “Did no one see that photo of you looking at Claudia like she just told you about her great day at school?”

“Everyone saw it, but I think you being a dad is just more amusing to them.”

The next day when you walk into the conference room where breakfast is being held, you’re instantly greeted by your six “children” rushing toward you.

“What do you want,” you groan, already feeling a headache building.

This must be how your mom felt having to deal with the shenanigans of you and your brothers growing up.

Instead of any of them answering, Lucia shoves a box into your hands.

Raising an eyebrow, you slowly open the box, chuckling when you see what’s inside.

A black T-shirt with the words “Big Dad Energy” in big letters across the front.

You hold it up to show the rest of the team, not at all surprised when you hear people yelling for you to put it on.

You do and you also take a photo with the six younger women that gets posted on your Instagram.

The caption reads: Just a dad hanging out with her kids.

It isn’t until you’re back in Manchester in the apartment you share with Ona that you find out that Mapi was the mastermind behind the entire idea of you being the team dad.

You might have to kill her after all.

[theitaliansalad]

I went to the Italy v Spain game and this is the juice:

I went with my Bestie and I’ve never been to a football game before which means I was very very very excited. We both loved it - the atmosphere, the people, the chants. Beautiful. There were 4.600 people. Most of my sector was sold out and I had incredibly good seats. I was so close to the players it was insane.

- Italy could have won. We played really well in my opinion and I’m really proud of the girls, especially Dragoni (one simply doesn’t steal the ball from Alexia Putellas like that). We created really good chances, we were just super unlucky. Good for us that Lucia Garcia is incapable of scoring and Athenea cannot keep the ball for more than two seconds, but that’s another story.

- When Alexia came on the whole stadium cheered and lots of people stood up. Every once in a while you could hear some kids yell “Alexia te quiero”. I hope she knows how loved, respected and cherished she is by everyone, no matter the team affiliation.

- Jenni, Leila (I think it was her, I wasn’t that close to their bench) and Alexia did warm up together during the whole first half of the game and for a good part of the second half. We all know how that one ended. My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined.

- Alexia did give CPR to Spain but it was astonishing seeing how good her passes are and how inconclusive the attacking line is in person. Witnessing 90 minutes of Lucia Garcia wasting opportunities when Jenni Hermoso is on the bench is simply criminal.

- My Bestie asked if said Lucia Garcia was blackmailing the coach.

- Bestie was left speechless by Vicky’s magic. She had an heart attack every time Vicky dribbled in front of us.

- Vicky and Jana are very very small and Ona is very very very short (and yes the speaker did pronounce her name as Bat-elle).

- We were sitting right on Giuliani’s side for the whole first half. Girl is insane. She had some great saves and seeing her in action with my two own eyes felt like a fever dream.

- Codina’s gf was at the game. She was sitting a bunch of rows above me and she was wearing Laia’s shirt.

- Beccari got Alexia’s jersey and she was super happy about it.

- When the game was over kids started throwing themselves into the pitch to get to Caruso, Giacinti, Linari and Bonansea. The girls took pictures with them but the speaker had to ask people to stop invading the pitch lol

- Most of the Spanish girls did not stay to sign autographs. Alexia and Jenni went back to the dressing room almost immediately once the game was over and Jenni looked quite upset, understandably.

- Giuliani gave her shirt to the little girl sitting right next to me and the poor girl melted.

- I got to take a picture with Giuliani, Girelli and Laia Codina. The girls were all great and took pictures with lots of us and signed lots of stuff. Some of the Italian girls also stopped to take pictures outside for a good 30/40 minutes. A girl asked Laia for her socks and Laia gave them to her and said, “Are you sure? They smell horribly”. I met Codina outside, ‘cause her gf was waiting for her there with a huge pizza box. Let it be known - Laia Codina speaks perfect Italian and with a northern accent because she probably learned it from her gf lol

- A guy asked Laia if she played for Fiorentina. Both Laia and I stared at the dude, flabbergasted. Men. Big sigh.

- At dinner we had Bergamaschi sitting at the table behind us. She was with her family and friends so I didn’t ask for a picture but she did take some with the restaurant’s staff.

All in all, one of the best days of my life. 1000/10 will do it again. You don’t actually understand how much these girls are so loved until you’re right there with them. What we see on TV doesn’t do it justice, it seems like it’s the smallest part of the whole things. People of all age love them, respect them and look up to them and they love watching them play. It was great seeing how much the game’s actually grown and is still growing in Italy and how it brings people together. I hope with time attendance will get bigger for Seria A games, too (yes, I know Juventus is already doing that, but still).

And finally I, too, can say - I watched Alexia Putellas play.

(Pics under the cut, I’ll spare you guys my face).

(Yes, I did bring my Jenni Hermoso shirt just in case. No, I did not wear it at the game lol).