#portuguese football player

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Eusebio Ferreira da Silva (Benfica Lisbon) on the ball Football Season 1962/1963, 1. Portuguese League, Vneg, Vsw Single Image Lisbon, IMAGO / Sven Simon

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Proud rat supporter

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João Félix, fc Barcelona & Portugal

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Curtis Jones (3') Luis Díaz (5') Mohamed Salah (15') Diogo Jota (90'+4')

Liverpool FC | 4 - 3 | Tottenham Hotspur ᴾʳᵉᵐᶦᵉʳ ᴸᵉᵃᵍᵘᵉ ⁻ ᵐᵃᵗᶜʰʷᵉᵉᵏ ³⁴

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The team spirit of france versus that of portugal is so telling in this shootout lol

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Okay, we can breathe out here and our eyes are about to melt on this magazine cover of Men's Health Portugal (June 2024 issue) - where Portuguese football player, João Felix is the cover boy... 🤩🥵🤩

📷: menshealthportugal (via Instagram)

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GoodLearningHub

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Cristiano Ronaldo: biography, lifestyle, history, sports, awards and more

Cristiano Ronaldo is a Portuguese professional soccer player, considered one of the greatest of all time. He was born on February 5, 1985, in Funchal, Madeira, Portugal. He started playing soccer at a young age and joined the local club, Nacional, before joining the Sporting CP academy. He signed his first professional contract with Sporting CP at the age of 16. Image Source:…

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when grumpy met sunshine II Kika Nazareth x Reader

part 2 I masterlist I word count: 2382

It was the first day of training after the summer vacation marking the start of pre-season. With the new players coming in on the one hand and on the other hand the familiar faces it almost felt like the beginning of a school year. Everyone was buzzing.  

One of the fresh signings approached you quickly once she recognized you, her face lit up with joy and excitement.

“Hi y/n, I love your playing style and can’t wait to play with you!”, Kika Nazareth greeted you. God how you hated that footballer and her stupid smile. Also how dare she is saying that after what happened a year ago.

“Uhu, sure. It seems like you forgot what you did during the Champions League group stage games.”, you answered coldly.

“Huh, what do you mean?”, the Portuguese woman frowned confused.

“Forget it.”, you waved it off and rushed off leaving a very bewildered Kika behind.

“Don’t take it personally she never forgets anything really. Come on you need to meet the rest of your new teammates.”, Mapi padded empathetically the shoulder of the young forward.

“But I don’t get it, Mapi. What did I ever do to her?”, the brunette asked the defender, while her brown eyes followed you across the room. S

he was genuinely excited to play with you, if you hadn’t stopped her so abruptly the Portuguese might have said even more. How Kika loved the way you looked and.. she should stop thinking any further you clearly were mad at her, but why?

“I don’t know.”, the older Spanish woman shrugged equally as clueless.

“Weird.”, the forward mumbled.

“Let’s go the others are so thrilled to see you.”, Mapi tried to cheer her up.

“Hey, everyone.”, Kika begun anew, beaming at the teammates. Hoping, no praying, she wouldn’t cause a reaction like yours earlier. The dark haired forward didn’t want to ruin the first day at the new club anymore.

“Hi, welcome to the club.”, Claudia replied grinning.

“And thanks to special agent Aitana for this transfer who sadly can’t be here right now.”, Mapi continued, trying to soothe the fresh signing. It worked Kika did feel more relaxed in front of them.

“Guys calm down she still hasn’t proven herself in the team.”, you commented rolling your eyes, suddenly appearing next to Ingrid.

“I’m aware of how good this team is. But I’m sure I can help.”, the Portuguese swallowed hard, trying to sound as optimistic as possible.

“We’ll see about that.”, you shot back.

“Don’t worry you’ll.”, she promised. The football player was waiting for a response but once more you vanished without a trace. What a strange behaviour Kika thought to herself.

Thankfully Ellie delivered a much-needed distraction.

 “Kika? Ewa and I wanted to ask you if you’d join us for a coffee sometime soon? As we’re all new to the city.”  

“Yes, sure, I’d love that.”, she nodded happily.

Ellie beamed: “Wonderful.“

“Can’t wait.“, Kika smiled back at the young goalie.

Once again, you rolled your eyes and turned away from them to focus on your warm up.

You were one of the last to leave the pitch two hours later, thinking that you would have the dressing room for yourself. You did not expect Ingrid and Mapi waiting for you there.

“So?“, Ingrid said with her arms crossed in front of her chest.

You didn’t want to talk about your new team member so you decided to play along: “So what?“

With a half smile she finally formulated a question: “Why are you pouting?“

“I’m not pouting. Just annoyed by that smiley…“, you stopped yourself. You couldn’t come up with the right word for her anyway.

Mapi shook her head: “You’re not annoyed.“

At this point, you were starting to get annoyed with these two as well.

“Yes, I am. We didn’t need her in our team.“

“That’s not our decision though.“, Mapi shrugged.

You were about to say something but Ingrid was faster: “Y/n?“

You turned to her: “Yes?“

“Tell us why you’re mad at her.“

You heaved a frustrated sigh. They were worse than your parents.

“Remember when we drew against Benfica in Lisbon?“

Both of them nodded. Of course they would remember last years UWCL games. “Yeah?“

“What happened there? Why can’t you move on from it?“, Mapi asked.

Her girlfriend added: “Come on. It can’t be that bad. You can tell us.“

They looked at you with those soft eyes, all parent-like. Almost like your team psychologist.

The sudden urge to tell them disappeared completely so you just shrugged and grabbed your bag: “Whatever.“

You could feel their eyes on you as you left the dressing room, still in your workout clothes.

Ingrid looked at her incredulously: “Well, that was strange, Mapi.“

“Very.“, she agreed slowly.

As you went back to your own place, Kika and the other new players sipped on their coffees at a tiny little coffee shop.

“No, I’ll win her over with my charm, Ellie.“, Kika announced confidently. Even they had noticed the awkward tension between the two of you.

The English goalkeeper nodded slowly: “Sure you will, Kika.“

“Anyone wants some cake with their coffee?“, Ewa changed the topic. She had been eyeing the tasty looking sweet treats on display right from the start.

The Portuguese striker nodded: “Of course.“

“Can’t say no, they look delicious.“, Ellie laughed.

“We have to celebrate. It’s our first coffee date in our new home.“, Kika laughed.

Ewa stood up and agreed: “We do.“

She quickly returned with three different slices of cake so all of them could try.

“Knowing we play for such a prestigious club now feels great, right?“, she said as she sat the plates down on the table.

“This feels like a dream come true.”, the goalkeeper agreed with a dreamy look in her blue eyes.

It has always been something the blonde fantasized about since she was a little girl, playing for that club and now the fantasy turned into reality which she was forever grateful for.

When Ellie continued, she sounded serious. “Especially after the last year that I had.” The other two women knew about the stroke the English player had suffered.

That was why Kika pulled her into a soft hug whispering into the ear. You deserve to be here so much, Ellie.”

“Thanks. I’m happy that I got to start with you two.”, the goalkeeper smiled at her new teammates.

“Same. I’ve a feeling this will be a fantastic first season for us.”, Ewa replied enthusiastically.

“And we got each other if it’s getting hard.”, the Portuguese striker added.

“Yes, plus I’m sure even grumpy will like you eventually, Kika.”, Ellie remarked.

Immediately the smile vanished from the brunette’s face. “Not so sure about this. Apparently, I must have done something to her during our UWCL match last season.”

“But you don’t remember?”, Ewa questioned curiously. Quickly Kika shook her head.

“No.”

Although she tried her hardest to think what the striker could have done which made you hate her so much. Usually everyone warmed up under Kikas positive radiance, but you were her first exception, following her into her dreams.

In training Kika and you were much to your dismay supposed to be partners.

“Kika, I think Ill swap with Esmee.”, you declared.

“You can’t swap training partners.”, Mapi interjected in a tone which didn’t allow any dissent.

“Fine.”, you groaned. Even though you had played a few years in the first squad of Barca now aged 21 the defender was still like the big sister you never had, and you didn’t want to disappoint her. Even if it meant you needed to work with the person you disliked.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me.”, Kika observed, wearing a huge smile on her lips.

“Yes, with the one who showed me the middle finger last year.”, you muttered under her breath. Unfortunately, it was still loud enough for the striker to understand the words you were saying.

“I never did that!”, she objected loudly.

“Yes, you did.”, you responded.

“No way, I’d never do that.”, Kika insisted.

“And when you said something about the way I played.”, your voice trembled.

“That’s not true.”, the striker denied strongly.

“What’s true?”, you wanted to know.

“Nothing of what you think happened is true!”, she stated passionately.

Hearing her statement made your heart pound hard against your chest. “Are you saying that this is all a huge misunderstanding?”

Obviously!“, Kika said with emphasis and the slightest undertone of anger.

“Oh.“

You didn’t know what else to say. Was she telling the truth? Did it really only look like it at the pitch? Was it a gesture to you or her own teammate?

All the Champions League games seemed to blur together in front of your inner eye. Now you weren’t sure anymore.

“Wait… so you don’t hate me because I’m here and could potentially take your place in the starting squad?“, Kika asked.

You frowned at her: “No, we play two different positions. So why should I be afraid of that?“

“Because I know that you like to push forward too.“, she explained.

You stalled once again. You found it impressive that she had already analyzed your playing style.

You shook your head: “Yes. But I don’t hate your for that. I’m used to tough competition, Barca is my childhood club.“

“Okay… wow.“

“What?“

Kika started laughing: “I really thought you hated me because you had a good reason.“

At first you just glared at her for making fun of you but her laugh was incredibly infectious and you suddenly found yourself laughing with her.

“Stop laughing. This is a good reason!“, you told her as you playfully hit her arm.

“That’s not a good reason.“

“Come on. Focus on your exercise.“, you reminded her, still smiling.

Kika raised her hands defensively and grinned: “Okay, okay. Can’t make you mad at me again.“

“No. Also I have to maintain my grumpy status.“, you replied and tried your best to keep your face serious again.

Kika giggled: “Sorry, of course.“

“Good.“

“Don’t worry. I think I can handle your grumpiness.“

You squinted at her: “Might need some sunglasses to deal with your sunshiny attitude.“

“I know you love it.“, she winked at you. She really dared to wink at you!

You shook your head: “No, you’re still the most annoying person around here.“

“You don’t mean that.“

She was right. You didn’t.

Still, you continued to tease: “Are you sure?“

She flashed you a confident smile: “Yes.“

“Dream on.“

Kika shrugged casually and focused back on your partner exercise: “If you say so, y/n.“

After your talk, you didn’t feel that intense anger towards Kika anymore. Everything was a bit lighter once the misunderstanding was cleared up. It went even so far that you didn’t react with pure disgust when she asked you to room together at your first pre-season match against Hoffenheim.

“Can’t believe we’ve to share a room, Kika.“, you joked as you sat on one of the beds.

Kika threw herself onto the other one: “Quit complaining, you grump.“

You shrugged with amusement: “At least it’s just for one night.“

The Portuguese striker smiled: “You will survive. I’m a quiet sleeper.“

After you both changed into your pyjamas and brushed your teeth you happily let your head fall on to the soft pillow.

“Good night, Kika.”, you mumbled.

“Night y/n.”, the striker hummed.

Yet something was off, the heat in that southern part of Germany still hung in the room, plus Kika hasn’t stopped moving in her bed. 

“Can’t you sleep?”, you asked her with a heavy sigh.

“No, what about you?”, she returned the question, directing her gaze straight at you.

“Me neither.”, you admitted. There was some restlessness and tension between the two of you, it was almost unbearable.

“Do you want to talk?”, Kika offered kindly.

“Sure.”, you agreed softly.

“So, what keeps you up?”, the Portuguese wanted to know.

Even though the moonlight enhanced her features and made you think thoughts again you tried to avoid you started with a less heavy confession.

“The adrenaline of the win. I think I’ll never get tired of that feeling, what about you?”

You waited for her response, did you imagine it or did her cheeks turn red, it was hard to tell in the dark.

“Oh, yeah, I get that. I love it too. But there’s something else that keeps me awake.”, the brunette replied nervously.

“There’s? Are you missing Portugal?”, you listened up.

“A bit yes, but that’s not it. This might be a bad start for the new season, but there’s someone in this team that I think I’ve a crush on.”, Kika confessed.

“You do?”, you answered stunned.

“Yeah.”

For a moment you paused before the realization hit you hard.

“Wait, it’s me, right?”

“It’s yes.”, she confirmed quietly.

“That’s too bad because I.”, you begun.

“Oh, you don’t have to say anything, I get that. I didn’t want to ruin anything.”, the striker interrupted you quickly.

“No stop talking for a moment.”, you begged her, placing a finger of yours onto her lips. God, that woman really loved to talk, even though now the time clearly was for listening as you tried to demonstrate to her.

“I fell too.”, you added in a whisper.

“You did? Am I not way too annoying for you.”, Kika frowned.

“Yes, you’re and yet I’d like to kiss your mouth who loves to annoy me with it’s yapping.”, you grinned.

“You should give it a try maybe.”, she smirked.

“Maybe you can sleep better afterwards.”, you suggested playfully.

“Maybe we both can.”, your teammate wiggled her eyebrows.

“I’m sure of it.” First the kiss was cautiously before it was getting more intensely until you heard the door open loudly.

“Oh my god!”, Mapi yelled.

“Mapi, get out!”, you shrieked.

“I didn’t see anything. Promise!”, the defender gesticulated wildly. With that said she was gone as quick as the older woman came.

“This news will run like a wildfire, right?”, Kika chuckled.

“Yes, by tomorrow morning everyone knows.”, you groaned as she pulled you into a hug.

“I don’t mind that. They can know that grumpy and sunshine always belong together.”, she announced solemnly placing a soft kiss to your forehead.

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RUBEN LOVE HOW ARE YOU SO HOT?

Rúben Dias 🔥

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color me jealous - (pg8)

summary: jealous pedri featuring rúben mf dias ;) (model!reader)

dedicated to all the pedri girls <3

You were smiling at your phone while you sipped on the expensive champagne, replaying your Instagram story over and over again, the imagine you posted of the flowers your boyfriend sent to your dressing room before your modelling show never failing to spread a smile to your face. But of course, your happy moment had to be interrupted.

Turning on your heels, a strong scent of perfume met your nose as two arms wrapped tightly around you, the elder woman air kissing your cheeks.

“you were absolutely beautiful up there, y/n!” The lady, one of whom dresses you wore tonight spoke in an elegant voice yet thick accent you could only recognise as french.

“thank you! the dress was beautiful,” you smiled brightly, the woman giving your hands a squeeze, whispering another few rounds of praises before disappearing somewhere in the gallery to mingle with the rest of the stuck up, posh people. You knew you had to join them, but your thoughts were filled with one person only.

You looked around, your eyes scanning every table, every single corner of the big gallery for Pedri, yet you could not spot him anywhere.

A frown crept to your face, a thousand thoughts filling your mind.

‘did he leave early?’

‘why would he leave before coming up to you, kissing you and telling you he’s proud of you?’

‘maybe he had a football emergency?’

‘football emergency this late?’

“I saw Pedri outside taking a phone call a few minutes ago,” the familiar voice of Rúben Dias came from behind you, making your eyes widen as you whipped your head around, meeting Rúben’s warm smile and eyes.

“Rú? What are you doing here?” You asked, a chuckle escaping your lips as you went in to hug the tall man.

Rúben laughed, wrapping his arms around you before speaking, “As if I’d miss out on seeing you on that runway,” his smile could almost reach his ears as he looked down at you.

While any other girl would absolutely melt under Rúben’s eyes, you always made sure to keep a respectful distance, first because you had Pedri who was your person in every possible way and second because you didn’t want to fuel into Rúben’s flirting too much. You were loving the attention, though.

“thank you! I appreciate it,” you smiled, you were happy to see him, the last time you two had hung out was a long time ago when you were modelling in England, but the Man City player always seemed to have some interest in you, even before you started going out with Pedri a few months ago.

You and Rúben have always been friendly, sure, he was always playful flirting with you, but whatever attraction you had felt for the portuguese has quickly disappeared when you met Pedri. As soon as Rúben had posted a picture of the two of you at the gala, arms wrapped around your shoulders as your hand rested on his chest, the fans and media went wild.

It didn’t take long for the fans to figure out where the location of the after party of your modelling agency took place, and while Pedri was on the phone with his manager, he couldn’t help the frown on his face when the fans a few feet away were chanting Rúben Dias’ name.

You met Pedri almost six months ago when your best friend insisted on going to a Barcelona game, and while you didn’t know much about football at the time, your interest was quickly growing when you saw the man who wore number 8. With the help of a friend of a friend, who happened to be married to one of the players, you stuck around long enough to meet them after the game and you and Pedri became inseparable ever since.

He was confused as to why in the world there were people holding Man City jerseys, chanting the name of another football player, until he checked Instagram and saw the photo that was now on every gossip page. People were speculating, asking if you and him had broken up so short after hard launching your relationship and Pedri hated that more than he liked to admit. He hated being in the spotlight with things like these but he hated even more the way Rúben fucking Dias held his arm around you.

Back inside, you were laughing at whatever Rúben had said, your head falling back and your nose scrunching in that adorable way Pedri always said he adores.

Pedri, Pedri, Pedri, Pedri, your mind repeated over and over again.

Your eyes met across the room, his brown eyes softening when your gazes locked. His eyes hid some kind of harshness in them, and you could immediately tell that there was something bothering him, and that something happened to start with an ‘R’ and end with an ‘úben’.

While it was morally wrong to fuel Pedri’s jealousy, you couldn’t help yourself and keeping your boyfriend on his toes wouldn’t hurt.

Your palm pressed against Rúben’s bicep as you leaned up to whisper something in his ear, Pedri’s eye twitching while he watched from afar, wondering what the hell you could’ve said that got Rúben smiling so brightly. He clenched the glass of whiskey harder in his hands until his knuckles turned white and for a second Pedri considered calling Gavi to help him commit murder, knowing his best friend would definitely help dig away the body.

“you’re really trying to tick Pedri off, huh?” Rúben laughed, making you chuckle and making Pedri picture his murder in graphic detail.

“he’s really sweet, I like it when he gets a bit rough and jealous sometimes,” you laughed, shaking your head at Rúben, your eyes meeting the familiar chocolate brown orbs.

“what, like, throw you to the wall rough?” Rúben raised an eyebrow, but couldn’t help the smile that spread to his lips.

“no, not like that,” you laughed knowing you were not about to discuss your sex life with Rúben, at the after party of your show.

“mi amor?” you heard the soft, familiar voice calling out for you, both you and Rúben turning to see Pedri.

He looked almost sad, and you couldn’t help the pain in your chest when you saw that disappointed glimmer in your boyfriend’s eyes which was probably because you barely got to see him after the show. The quicky in your dressing room before hitting the runway was good tho.

“can I talk to you for a second?” Pedri dragged his voice, his eyes falling from Rúben to you, not caring how rude the other football player might consider him, “alone.”

You nodded and bid Rúben goodbye, thanking him for coming. Pedri was still a golden retriever, so even if he was slightly pissed off because you paid so much attention to Rúben, he still shook his hand.

“looking forward to that friendly,” Rúben said with a slight tease in his voice, making Pedri clench his jaw, he barely recognized himself, he was never this jealous.

“I’m looking forward to rearranging your jaw—“ Pedri muttered under his breath as you and him walked away, his words caused you to laugh and hit his shoulder.

“can you not? he was nice to you,” you chuckled, stopping in a secluded spot in the gallery.

“by flirting with you all night? damn, we have different definitions for ‘nice’,” Pedri huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked you in the eyes.

Jealousy, rage and so much love and affection was in them. No matter how much you annoyed him, Pedri never seemed to be able to lash out at you and that was the greenest flag you could think of.

“you did that on purpose didn’t you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow when you smiled cheekily, your arms wrapping around his waist and your chin resting on his chest, “you’re so annoying,” Pedri mumbled when he realised all that overly friendly stuff with Rúben was an act.

“you love meee,” you chuckled, laughing at Pedri’s narrowed eyes, knowing he was either plotting your murder or thinking of how to get you back.

His lips curled into a grin, his nose rubbing against yours as he spoke against your lips, “too much, mi estrella.”

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Meeting The Team

Ingrid Engen x Mapi Leon x Baby

The sun was shining brightly over Barcelona, the crisp October air bringing a light chill as Ingrid and Mapi walked hand in hand into the FC Barcelona Facilities. Nestled against Ingrid's chest in a soft carrier was their two-month-old daughter, Mila, her tiny face peeking out from a pink knitted hat. It was a special day—not just for Mila but for the entire team. Today, Mila was officially meeting her extended Barça family.

As they entered the building, Mila stirred slightly, her tiny hand brushing against Ingrid's arm. Mapi smiled down at her daughter and then at Ingrid.

"Ready?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Ready," Ingrid replied, her voice soft and warm.

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The team was gathered in the lounge, a buzz of excitement filling the air. The only ones who had met Mila so far were Alexia and Fridolina, who had been granted special privileges as godmothers. The rest of the team, however, was eagerly waiting for their turn.

Esmee was the first to notice Ingrid and Mapi walking in. Her eyes widened, and she practically bounced out of her seat.

"Is that her? Is that Mila?" Esmee gasped, rushing over with an energy that made Mapi laugh.

"Careful, Esmee," Mapi teased, holding up a hand. "She's not a football; you can't tackle her."

Esmee slowed down but only slightly. Peering into the carrier, her face melted into a look of pure adoration.

"She's so tiny!" Esmee whispered, as if afraid to wake the baby. Then, with a mischievous grin, she turned to Kika and Aitana, who were now standing close behind her. "Look, our baby sister is here!"

Kika gasped dramatically, covering her mouth with her hands. "Oh my God, she's adorable!" she exclaimed, leaning over to get a better look.

Aitana, ever the calm and composed one, crossed her arms but couldn't hide the smile tugging at her lips. "So, it’s official," she said. "We have a little baby sister now."

Once Ingrid carefully handed Mila to Mapi, the baby nestled easily in her mother's arms. Esmee, Kika, and Aitana crowded around, each eager to introduce themselves to the newest member of their "family."

"Hi, Mila," Esmee cooed, waving a finger in front of the baby's face. Mila's big eyes blinked up at her, her expression curious but calm. "I'm your big sister Esmee. I'll teach you all about football, and maybe one day you'll be better than Mami Mapi and Mama Ingrid!"

Mapi snorted. "Better than you for sure, Esmee."

"Hey!" Esmee protested, laughing.

Kika, meanwhile, had reached out a tentative finger, which Mila promptly grabbed. The young Portuguese player’s eyes widened in delight. "She likes me!" Kika declared, turning to Ingrid. "Look, Ingrid, she likes me!"

"Of course she does," Ingrid replied with a smile.

Aitana, ever the practical one, leaned in and gently stroked Mila’s cheek with her knuckle. Mila gurgled, her tiny lips curving into what could almost be a smile.

"She’s so cute it’s unfair," Aitana said softly. Then, with mock seriousness, she added, "But don’t think you’re getting any special treatment just because you’re the baby of the family now."

The group burst out laughing, with Mapi shaking her head. "Aitana, I think she’ll take that as a challenge."

One by one, the team members took turns cooing over Mila, who seemed to enjoy the attention, waving her tiny hands in the air. Frido grinned, whispering, “She’s going to be a heartbreaker, just like her moms.”

The atmosphere was one of warmth and joy. When Alexia walked by, she couldn’t resist whispering to Esmee and Kika, "So, how does it feel to have a baby sister now?"

Esmee grinned. "Perfect. Now she can be part of all of our pranks when she’s old enough."

"Right," Kika added with a laugh. "I’ll teach her to say, ‘Patri did it,’ so Patri gets blamed for everything."

"Not happening," Alexia interjected, her eyebrow raised in mock warning.

The jokes and laughter continued and Mila remained at the center of it all. It was clear that, even at just two months old, she had already claimed her place in the Barça family.

For Ingrid and Mapi, it was a moment of pure joy, surrounded by love and support as they watched their teammates—no, their family—welcome Mila with open arms.

But as the introductions continued, something unexpected happened. Mila's gaze shifted to someone standing a bit farther away from the group. Caroline had been quietly observing the scene from the corner of the room, watching as her teammates fawned over the baby. But when Mila’s bright eyes locked onto hers, the room fell a little quieter.

Mila's expression was one of wonder, her tiny mouth forming a soft ‘o’ as she continued to stare at Caroline. Caroline, ever the introvert, suddenly felt a rush of nervousness. She awkwardly shifted her weight from foot to foot, unsure of what to do. "Uh, she’s looking at me," she mumbled to no one in particular, inching away slightly, but Mila, with determination in her tiny eyes, kept staring.

The others saw what was happening, and their laughter erupted again. "Mila has her eyes on you, Caro," Mapi teased, nudging Ingrid with a playful smirk.

Caroline froze, still trying to escape Mila's gaze. But no matter how she moved, the little one followed her, reaching out her tiny arms in an almost pleading gesture, as if saying, "Pick me up!"

With a sigh, Caroline looked to the others. "I don’t know how to hold babies," she admitted, blushing a bit. "What do I do?"

"Just hold her like this," Irene said, offering a quick demonstration, positioning her arms as if she were holding a football. "But gently, obviously."

Still unsure, Caroline hesitated. But then, as Mila's gaze grew more intense, Caroline finally stepped forward. Her teammates began to cheer her on, encouraging her.

Caroline slowly took Mila into her arms, her face a picture of concentration. The others gasped in unison as she held the baby high, with Mila's little body dangling awkwardly in her grip. Caroline's arms were stiff, and the whole scene reminded everyone of the famous moment in The Lion King when Rafiki holds Simba up to the skies for the first time.

Mapi, Ingrid, and the others burst into laughter. "That’s one way to do it!" Frido teased, wiping away tears from her eyes.

Caroline, now a little red-faced but laughing with the others, adjusted Mila more carefully, gently cradling her against her chest. Mila, completely content now, cooed happily in Caroline’s arms, her little face lighting up.

"There we go," Caroline whispered, her voice softer now. "I think I’ve got this."

Esmee leaned in, beaming at the sight. "She looks so happy," she said, laughing. "Maybe you’re a natural, Caroline."

Mila giggled in response, clearly enjoying her time with her new, slightly awkward but loving auntie.

And just like that, the team had a new addition to their family. Mila may have been Ingrid and Mapi’s daughter, but it was clear she was already becoming a little sister or niece to everyone on the team. And as for Caroline, she had just made a new connection with the baby who had captured her heart, one clumsy, adorable moment at a time.

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can you do a pierre x amira x kika

where it follows euros 2024 with portugal vs france and it’s like amira is stuck in the middle of them

I'm baaack! So I knoow that the Euro Cup is over, but I just started on writing some requests. There will be mentions of the Austian football team as well, but I just chose them randomly. My home team, thankfully, won the Euro Cup, YAY!

Enjoy reading and spam me with requests. :)

-XoXo

No Part 2!

Sitting in the middle

Amira never imagined she would visit Germany. It wasn’t that she had anything against the country; it simply hadn’t been one of her dream destinations. Yet here she sat, in the VIP area of a German football stadium, waiting for the game. For some, this match might not be the most exciting one during the Euro Cup.

But for Amira, it meant much more than just a game. Her companions, Pierre and Kika, supported different teams—each fiercely loyal to their home countries. When they learned that their teams would face off against each other, tensions escalated. Seeking a neutral presence during the game, they convinced Amira to join them in Germany after a day of cuddling and kissing, like friends just do.

And so, there she was. Pierre, decked out in team merchandise, sat on her right, while Kika proudly wore the famous number 7 on her back, Portuguese flags painted on her cheeks. And Amira, who decided to dress in normal clothes but had bracelets from each of the teams on her wrist, sat in the middle of them. The trio attracted curious glances from fellow spectators.

Initially, everything went smoothly. Respectful banter filled the air. But after the first half, things changed. “Of course, the Portuguese players have to collapse on the field, pretending they’ve suffered a catastrophic injury—even when no one touched them,” Pierre grumbled. Kika shot him a dagger-filled look. “Excuse me?” she retorted. Pierre’s sarcastic response— “You are excused��—didn’t help matters.

Amira, engrossed in chocolate-covered cherries, paid little attention to the escalating tension between her friends. As the second half began, emotions boiled over. “Pierre, you can’t be serious. EVERYBODY knows Portugal is better than France in football. We have players like Ronaldo, Pepe, Dias, Félix, Ne-”“Oh, come on! Ronaldo is the only player everyone knows from your team, and he isn’t even that good,” Kika interrupted. “What about M’Bappé?” she added.

Before the argument could escalate further, Amira innocently interjected: “I like the Austrian team.” Both Kika and Pierre stared at her, equally surprised. “They play like a real team—a close-knit family. Their joy on the field is contagious, and the fans are incredible,” Amira explained. Her friends exchanged puzzled glances but quickly agreed, because the didn't want to upset their babygirl. “Yes, you’re right, cherié,” Pierre conceded. “Austria won the toughest group in the Euro Cup.” Kika nodded in agreement. “Their players seem genuinely nice, and their fans show respect. Unlike those Turkish fans—disgusting behavior.”

Amira beamed at her friends. “Cherry, anyone?” she asked, lifting her fork.

[tonyspank]

LOVERS ROCK

Warnings: kissing, fluff

Summary: Jenna meets you during a football game.

A/N: decided to release this a bit earlier because i missed y’all

The arena was packed, but even that was an understatement. Loud cheers and chants echoed through the arena, creating an atmosphere of excitement. Every seat was filled, and people were standing in the aisles and at the back of the stadium. It was clear that the crowd was ready for the game.

Everyone's eyes were on two people tonight. Messi and Ronaldo, two of the greatest players in the world, were about to take the field. The anticipation was palpable as the players lined up for the kickoff. It was a match that no one wanted to miss. Including yourself, you were seated further back in the stadium, not wanting to sit too close as it ruins the view of the game.

You heard the whistle blow, signalling the start of the match. You felt your heart racing as the ball was kicked off. You could feel the energy of the stadium rising, and the crowd roared with anticipation. You were already hooked and ready to watch the game unfold.

The players were in full motion, running and passing the ball with precision. Every time the ball moved closer to either goal, tension could be felt in the air. The players fought hard for every inch, and Ronaldo was so close to scoring a goal. He leapt up for a header, but the keeper was too quick and managed to save it. "Tão perto!" (So close!) You shout, standing up from your seat.

The crowd roared in appreciation for his effort, and the game continued on as if nothing had happened. Ronaldo looked disappointed, but he quickly got up and encouraged his teammates to keep pushing. He knew that one goal could turn the game around and he wasn't going to give up. The crowd cheered him on, and the players continued to battle it out.

Not too long after Messi scores his first goal of tonight, the majority of the people around you jumped in joy. But you, you sank down into your seat. Ronaldo looked dejected, but he kept his composure and continued to urge on his team.

"That was so good," you hear a girl say beside you despite the loud crowd. She suddenly turned to you and flashed a smile. You smiled back, still in awe of what Messi had just done. "He is okay." You tell her, leaning in close so she can hear you, your Portuguese accent strong in your words. She laughs, nodding in agreement. "He's one of my favorite players. I've been meaning to see him for a while."

You nod, "Ronaldo is my favorite." She raises her eyebrows in surprise. "Really? Most people around here say Messi is the best." You shrug, "I like both, but I am uhh, what's it called..." You snap your fingers, and squint your eyes trying to remember the right word. "Tendencioso..." The girl furrows her eyebrows in confusion.

"Ah, biased! That's the word." The girl smiles and nods in understanding. " She giggles, "Yeah, same here. It's always Messi vs Ronaldo with everyone." You chuckle in agreement. "Exactly, but it's just opinion, right?" She nods, "Yeah, opinion."

"Where are you from?" She asks, and you reply, "I'm from the United States." She grins and says, "Really? You have a very strong accent." You chuckle, "From hanging out with my father and grandma so much." She smiles knowingly and says, "I see. Family has a way of influencing accents. I'm Jenna by the way."

You smile, "It's nice to meet you. I'm Y/N." You both laugh and the conversation turns to other topics, the game no longer the topic. You share stories of your families and the different experiences you've had growing up, and how those experiences have shaped your outlook on life.

"My mom is actually here with me. She's in the bathroom somewhere," Jenna says. You adjust the glasses on your face with a smile. "My father is here too, he's probably outside getting some fresh air." You say, looking around.

Looking back on the field you watch as the game is coming to a close. Just then Jenna's mom comes back. You turn to Jenna's mom and introduce yourself. "It's nice to meet you," you say with a friendly smile. Jenna's mom smiles back and says, "It's nice to meet you too!" You all laugh and exchange a few more pleasantries before focusing back on the game.

Ronaldo's team comes out on top and you jump up, clapping your hands in excitement. Jenna laughs at you, playfully rolling her eyes at your reaction. After the game, Jenna and you sit back and continue talking as the players make their way to the locker rooms.

Ronaldo waves at you from a distance and you smile, waving back. Jenna notices and her mouth drops in shock. "Did Ronaldo just wave at you?" You nod, feeling your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

With your hoodie up and glasses on, no one knew that you were Ronaldo's kid. It felt nice to just be able to sit back and watch him play without a bunch of people pestering you.

Jenna looks at you wide-eyed and full of admiration. You smile and shrug it off, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. "Would rather it be Messi," you joke causing Jenna to cover her mouth in laughter.

You both chuckle at your joke, and the moment passes. You can feel the admiration between you both, a newfound connection forming.

Not long after that, a man with a camera approaches the two of you. "Jenna! Can we get a photo?" Jenna obliges, posing for the camera while holding up a customized jersey. The man takes a few shots and then thanks Jenna before walking away. Jenna turns to you and grins. "You're famous?" you ask.

Jenna nodded. "I'm an actor." She explained that her latest role was in a commercial for Adidas and that the customized jersey was part of her costume for the shoot. You were amazed and filled with admiration at her success, especially after hearing about her upbringing. "Huh," is all you can muster.

Jenna smiles, clearly pleased with the admiration. "Oh meu Deus, você é Wednesday Addams." You mumble to yourself, but Jenna hears it. Jenna's eyes lit up in surprise and she laughed. "That's right!" You smiled, "You did the dance!" You begin mocking the movements of the dance but Jenna shakes her head, her face heating up in embarrassment. Jenna laughs and playfully nudges you. "My secret is out," she said. You smiled, feeling happy that you had made her laugh.

Jenna and you continued to chat, finding out more about each other, and you were surprised to find out that you had a lot in common. Jenna's sarcastic jokes and remarks surprisingly made you feel at ease and you enjoyed the conversation. Before you knew it, the evening had passed and it was time to part ways.

It's been a couple of weeks since you've seen Jenna. You gotta admit, you missed talking to her. She didn't know who you were, but you knew who she was. You decided to comment under her most recent post, not thinking about the media would probably react.

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y/nronaldo me mande uma mensagem estou com saudades de falar com você

hanna_iah12 Y/N RONALDO?? WTF

jennaortegaswife WHAT IS Y/N RONALDO DOING IN MY GIRLS COMMENT SECTION

y/n_ronaldo123 SINTO SUA FALTA?? 😳😳

jenna - ronaldo?

jenna - you didn't tell me that at the game

you - slipped my mind 😅

jenna - sure

jenna - that's why he waved at you

you - yes

you - i miss talking to you we had a very pleasant conversation

jenna - i miss talking to you as well

jenna - im going to be in paris for the next few days, are you?

you - i'll be leaving soon

you - we should hang out

"So, do you get a lot of backlash for not playing soccer—football..." She glances at you, and you laugh at her slip-up before continuing. "Like your father?" She looks away, blushing. "No," you say. "My dad's really supportive. He just wants me to be happy. But the media, yes. Ruthless. I understand why people want me to play football - it's what my dad is best at, and it's what people expect of me. But I'm not interested."

Jenna nods in response, taking the mask off her face. "But enough about me. You are splitting image of your mother!" You say, smiling. Jenna blushes again and laughs lightly. "Yeah, I guess I do look like her," Jenna says, still blushing.

You take off your glasses, stopping your course, and finding a spot to stand nearby. You chuckle and look into Jenna's eyes, your smile growing wider. "You know, I'm really glad that I got to meet you, Jenna," you say, still smiling. Jenna grins back and nods in agreement.

"Do you only speak Portuguese and English?" Jenna asks you. You shake your head, "No, I know some Spanish too." Jenna's eyes light up. "Really? That's great," she says. "I don't speak much Spanish myself but I know a couple of words. Maybe you can teach me some," Jenna suggests. You nod and smile. "Claro, no hay problema."

You fidget with your glasses, staring into the shorter girl's gaze. You look away quickly as she holds eye contact strongly. "I uh, I only know a lot because of my father. He's fluent in Portuguese and since we used to live in Spain so I had to learn a bit of Spanish as well." She smiles, her eyes twinkling. "It's amazing how you can pick up a language so quickly."

You shrug, "E simples mesmo..." She laughs, her eyes crinkling in the corners as she understands what you're saying with a few context clues. "You're so modest! You must be really smart." You shake your head, "Não, eu só pratiquei muito." She squints her eyebrows before laughing, "I have no idea what you just said."

You smile, "Pratiquei means I practiced a lot. I just took the time to learn it." She nods, "That's impressive." You chuckle, "It's nothing special. Everyone can do it if they put in the effort." She smiles, "Most people don't. That's what makes it special."

You nod, what she said was true. It also felt nice to get so many compliments from her about something so simple. "Are you hungry?" She nodded and smiled. "I haven't eaten anything since lunch, so I'm starving." You both laughed and offered to buy her dinner. She agrees, pulling up her mask before the two of you head off together.

Several months have passed since you and Jenna were spotted together in Paris. Rumours have been swirling about the two of you ever since. Some people say you're in a relationship, while others say it was just a casual fling. Whatever the truth is, nobody knows for sure.

All anyone can do is speculate, and the answers remain shrouded in mystery. Jenna has refused to comment on the matter, and you have stayed silent. Both of you have left the public to guess what's really happening between you two. You didn't know what you two were either to be fair. But one thing was clear: the connection between you was undeniable. Despite the lack of communication between you two, the bond was still there. It was a feeling neither one of you could deny.

Jenna felt herself wanting to be touching you every second. Your presence was just so comforting. You were like a magnet, drawing her in closer and closer. While all you wanted to do was stare into Jenna's eyes, her eyes expressed so much, and it was obvious that she was in love with you. Well, obvious to everyone except you of course.

Jenna's heart raced as she looked at you. She wanted to say something, but nothing came out. All she could do was stand there, hoping you'd notice her feelings and finally make a move.

Now back in the United States, you were at Jenna's place, a vinyl lowly playing in the background. Jenna laid against your shoulder as the two of you sat on the couch, just enjoying each other's company. You were actually teaching her some Portuguese, as she told you she downloaded Duolingo not too long ago. It was cute how she was going through all this trouble to learn your father's native language. She said she wanted to be able to communicate with your family if she visited them.

You were so proud of her effort, and she seemed to be really enjoying it. "Olá, sou a Jenna. Prazer em conhecê-lo." (Hi, I'm Jenna. Pleasure to meet you.) Jenna said slowly, repeating your words. You smiled and replied, "Muito prazer, Jenna! Você fala Português muito bem." (Nice to meet you, Jenna! You speak Portuguese very well.) She furrowed her eyebrows, trying to decipher what you said. You smiled and repeated what you said, slower, and she nodded in understanding. "Obrigado!" (Thank you!)

Jenna smiled and repeated the phrase back to you almost perfectly. You praised her for her effort, and she beams with pride. She had been learning Portuguese for a few weeks, and it was great to see her progress. "See, it is not that bad." You tell her. "You are doing really well!" Jenna smiled even wider and thanked you for the encouragement.

"Let's keep going," you said. "You are learning so fast, and I'm proud of you!" Jenna nodded in agreement, and you both got back to practicing Portuguese. After a while, you started to get up. Jenna furrowed her brows in confusion. "Where are you going?" she asked. You smiled and said, "That's enough for today. You've made great progress, I was going to head home." Jenna stared at you for a few seconds before speaking up, "You could stay here for tonight. If you want of course."

You hesitated for a moment before answering, "That sounds nice. I would be happy to stay." Jenna smiled and got up, motioning for you to sit back down. Instead, you turned up the vinyl player and held out your hand to Jenna. She began laughing, covering her mouth with her hand as she shook her head. "I can't dance." She laughs and you tilt your head in response, a smile on your lips. "Come on, it's easy," you say, dancing a bit on your own.

Jenna smiles at you and you hold out your hand again. "Por favor?" Jenna takes your hand and you start to twirl her around the room, the music guiding your movements. Jenna laughs, resting her head on your shoulder. Her laughter is contagious and you can't help but join in. You slowly come to a stop, Jenna still in your arms. As the music fades away, you find yourself lost in her eyes.

Jenna smiles her eyes glancing around your face. You lean in and gently press your lips against hers, feeling her lips soft against yours. Jenna's hands grip your shirt, pulling you deeper into the kiss. You wrap your arms around her waist and pull her closer, your heart pounding in your chest. You finally pull away, both of you breathless. You gaze into each other's eyes, a silent understanding passing between you. You lean in and kiss her again, this time softer and slower.

You break the kiss and Jenna's face breaks into a huge smile. She rests her forehead against yours, her eyes full of love and joy. "Eu te amo..." (I love you...) she whispers, her voice barely audible. You smile, bringing her into a tight hug before you press a kiss on the top of her head.

"Eu também te amo." (I love you too.)