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Criminal Minds~Choose Your Own … - Choose Your Own Adventure

Make your own story set in the Criminal Minds universe! — by _Moonie

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Thought this was Caitlin Foord at first glance

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Why Do You Act Like This?

You pounded the grass with the palm of your hand from where you lay on the floor watching as the opposition hit the back of the net, you were now 1-1.

You’d been barged out of the way by a rather large forward as you back tracked towards your own goal.

Getting to your feet you made your way back to position ready for the restart as Beth Mead walked by you.

“Get up there and show them that we are gonna take them out.” You said as she came level.

The blonde paused and turned to look at you.

“We will take them out y/n and then I’m going to take you out.” She smirked.

You cocked an eyebrow at her confused thinking she wanted to attack you. Seeing the confusion she hurriedly set you straight.

“No not like that, I mean on date, I’m going to take you out on a date.”

You laughed gently pushing her towards the halfway line to retake position.

“If you score then yes I’ll let you take me out on a date.” You laughed.

Beth beamed at you.

“Oh if I score I want a date and a goodnight kiss, tonight!” She laughed jogging to her spot. You had been flirting with each other the entire camp.

You could feel eyes on you and turned to see Lucy Bronze shaking her head a smile playing on her lips.

Naturally Meado hit the back of the net within minutes of the restart. As you celebrated with the team she shot you a wink.

The game ended 2-1, as you made your way into the tunnel Beth jogged to catch up with you.

She fell in to step beside you, shooting you a smirk.

“I suppose I’d best get ready for our date.” You laughed, Lucy came to the other side of you and rolled her eyes.

Beth gave you a beaming smile.

“And my goodnight kiss.” She reminded you of the deal.

Again Lucy rolled her eyes pushing the door to the changing rooms open.

“You’ve been dating two years why do you act like this.” She asked puzzled.

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She’s the Boss in Bed, She’s the Boss in my Head

You’re not sure how it happened, one minute you had stormed away as Alexia dictated your training from the sidelines, the next she was following you in to the locker rooms where you were currently shouting in each others faces.

“You need to….” Alexia punctuated every word taking a step closer, effectively trapping you between herself and the wall.

“No Alexia I don’t need to do anything you tell me to do, you’re not in charge!”

You finally understood what people meant when they said that a persons eyes could ‘flash’ with anger.

You stuttered about to apologise to the Captain when she aggressively shoved you against the wall.

“What the fu…” You didn’t get a chance to finish your profanity as the Catalonians lips were suddenly against yours, you opened your mouth allowing her tongue entrance.

Alexia’s hands skimmed your jersey, lifting it up as her finger tips danced across your abdomen. She begun to trail kisses down your neck and sucked on your pulse point. You let out an involuntary moan.

Just as you felt yourself relax with the pleasure radiating through your body she pulled you forward and spun you round before pushing you back against the wall. You turned your face so your cheek was flat against the coolness of the tiles.

Alexia’s hand dipped into your shorts from behind, she ran a fingertip over your clothed centre causing you to jerk backwards.

“So wet.” Alexia returned to kissing your neck whilst you tried to push back against her hand seeking more contact than what she was giving. “Feels like you don’t mind me being in charge.” She chuckled as she pulled your underwear to one side stroking you a few times.

“Do you want this y/n?” Her breath tickles your ear.

“Yes.” As soon as the confirmation left your mouth she thrust two fingers inside of your aching core and set a relentless pattern, one arm flexing as she pumped onto you, the other supporting you against the wall.

As she felt you near your climax she pulled her hand out of your shorts.

You strained your neck to look at her.

“Turn around.” She ordered, as soon as you did she kissed you passionately.

Alexia dipped her hand inside your shorts again and slowly teased your sensitive bud.

“Who’s in charge baby?” She asked innocently pressing a little firmer against your clit as she awaited the answer.

You hated giving in to her but you needed her to finish what she had started.

“You are.”

Happy with your answer she resumed her previous pattern.

“I want you to cum all over my fingers y/n, cum for me baby.” She coaxed as you came undone. She stroked you slowly elongating your orgasm.

Alexia sucked her fingers dry and smiled as you before bringing you in for another kiss.

“You’d best clean up y/n, I’ll wait for you in the car.” She pecked your lips again before heading for the door, grabbing the handle she turned back to you.

“How does Sushi for dinner sound?”

You swallowed thickly still trying to calm down.

“Sounds great.”

Alexia gave you one of her dazzling smiles.

“Love you y/n.” She winked as she opened the door.

“Love you too.”

You shook your head as your girlfriend left you to shower.

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Goodbyes are not the End

“You’re going to leave without saying goodbye?”

The silence on the other end of the line told you all you needed to know.

“What the hell Jenni?” You tightened your grip on the mobile phone in your hand, squeezing your eyes shut as tears threatened to spill.

“You’re my mentor Jenni, my friend, at least I thought you were.”

“I am y/n I just can’t say goodbye to your face, it’s too hard.” Jenni replied her voice sounding distant due to being on loud speaker as she packed up her apartment in Barcelona.

“And what about Ale?” You asked getting off the bed to pace your hotel room.

“She has you y/n she will be ok.” You heard Jenni throwing items into a box.

“Jenni she’s just torn her ACL and is back in Spain. I’m in England remember.” You we’re in the teams hotel preparing for your second match of the Euros 2022.

Jenni sighed.

“I don’t mean it like that y/n, I mean she has you in another way.”

You frowned sitting on back on the bed.

“What?” You asked scratching your head with your free hand.

“I know you y/n and I know you have a sense of loyalty to me especially when it comes to Alexia. With me gone you two can finally admit what the rest of us have known since you guys first met. You’re meant to be together girl.”

You were a little stunned. You had never admitted how you really felt about Alexia to anyone, especially not Jenni due to her history with the Barcelona Captain.

“I am going for my career first and foremost y/n, I need this, I need this challenge.” She continued talking as she banged around her apartment.

You shook your head knowing she was right. She was aging out major league football and with her experience and ability, going to Mexico to help establish their league was a smart decision.

“I’m going to miss you so much.” You whispered as a tear rolled down your cheek.

“And I’m going to miss you El Diabla.” Jenni laughed as she replied using your hated nickname. It was given to you by your friend Misa Rodriguez because she hated facing one on ones with you. She said you had fire in your heels and an evil glint in your eye when you would charge at her in goal, hence the nickname.

“What do I do without you Jenni?” You chuckled wiping the tears away.

“You tell Alexia how you feel y/n and then hopefully she gets her head out of her arse and tells you how she feels as well.”

Again you were a little stunned.

“How do you know how she feels?”

Jenni laughed and her voice came closer to the speaker.

“Because when it comes to Alexia, it’s always been you y/n y/ln.

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It’s Home!!!!!!

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Manchester Top

After the injury you had sustained last season your team physio wanted to see you when you had a break from national camp.

You were a little downhearted, so many of your friends and team mates would be leaving this year, you weren’t sure if you were looking forward to the new season.

You made your way through the compound until reaching the physios office, tapping lightly on the door before entering.

“Hola.” A female voice greeted you.

You looked over to see a young woman sitting on the physios bench.

“Hi, I’m so sorry I didn’t realise anyone was in here, well I mean apart from the physio.” You rambled apologetically.

“It’s ok, I’m Leila.” The dark haired woman smiled at you and offered out her hand.

“Sorry yes, I’m y/n, y/n y/n.” You said shaking her hand as you made eye contact with her.

“Oh I know who you are y/n y/ln.” She smirked as she said your full name.

“You fell on top of me when Spain played England in the Arnold Clark cup.”

You blushed remembering the moment and then what you said to her at the time.

“I seem to remember to saying ‘wow’ before running off.”

You shook your head apologetically.

“I’m so sorry Leila I should have apologised I was just shocked at topping a beautiful woman.”

Your eyes widened as you realised what you said but you were saved by the physio returning.

“Ah y/n I see you’ve met your new team mate Leila Ouahabi. Gareth actually asked me to ask you if you could help Leila settle in.” The physio sat down at his desk pulling out your file.

“Leila you’re fit and healthy and good to go.” He said by way of dismissal.

Leila hopped off the bench, walking towards where you stood just in front of the doorway.

She stopped as she stood next to you, leaning down slightly to whisper in your ear.

“By the way y/n, I usually prefer to top but I think we can work something out.” She whispered before kissing your cheek and leaving the room.

You stood shocked and slightly aroused.

“Right y/n, hop on the bench, let’s get you all signed off.” The physio commented unaware of the conversation you’d just had with Leila.

You did as you were told, smiling to yourself as you thought that maybe the next season wouldn’t be so bad.

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Paella with a Pinch of Jealousy

The ball rolled to your feet, without thinking too much about it you flicked it up into your hands looking up to see who had kicked it towards you.

A Barcelona B player jogged up to you with an apologetic look on their face.

“Sorry y/n, I’m such a clutz sometimes.” The player apologised as she twirled some of her blond hair.

You didn’t notice the look the B player was being given by your girlfriend who had stopped for a water break, a scowl overcoming her features.

“That’s ok, here.” You handed her the ball and turned to restart your training course only to feel her hand on your forearm stopping you.

“Maybe you could give me some tips on how to control myself better.” She said running her fingers up your arm.

“Over dinner maybe, you could come to my place I’m told I do the best Paella.” The brazen feeling up of your biceps making you feel uncomfortable as you took a step back trying to create distance between you.

“I think the fuck not.” Your girlfriend pushed the B player away.

“Whatever Ouahabi, once you’re in England your ‘girlfriend’ is fair game.” She responded smirking at Leila.

Leila chuckled, a low chuckle that you knew meant nothing good.

“My Fiancée sweetheart not girlfriend and just to be clear, she is moving countries to be with me.”

You internally groaned at the revelation.

The B player opened her mouth to respond.

“Fuck off loser.” Leila flicked the younger girls forehead in dismissal and turned to you linking her arm through yours giving you little option but to walk with her.

“You know she’s going to run off and tell everyone right?” You stopped, turning to Leila and raising an eyebrow.

“That you’re leaving or that you are officially off the market?” Leila smirked leaning forward to peck your lips.

“Both.” You smiled pressing your lips to hers in a longer kiss.

“Well maybe now she won’t go around offering out her fucking Paella.” Leila stared back in the direction the player had disappeared too.

“Jealous?” You asked playfully nudging her shoulder.

Leila crossed her arms frowning.

“Of her pathetic attempt to seduce you?” She grumbled. You took her hands in your own, pulling her into a hug.

“Yours is the only Paella I want.” You laughed resting your chin on her shoulder.

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Originally posted on Wattpad

Untitled - because I can’t think of one 😕

August 30th 2020

Standing with hands on hips and head held high high you refused to sink to your knees in despair. Every inch of you ached, your muscles clenching in fatigue but you would not go down, around you some of your team mates were on the floor, defeated, heads hung low, some wiping away tears from their red cheeks.

Confetti was strewn across the pitch at your feet. You hadn’t just wanted to win the Champions League for the obvious reasons, you’d wanted to win it to prove to your ex-girlfriend that you didn’t care, that she hadn’t shattered your heart and your life, to show that for something, you were good enough.

You saw her, Dzenifer Marozsán, lifting her team mate into the air in celebration, the same team mate you had walked in on with her head thrown back in pleasure and your girlfriends head between her legs.

Sarah fucking Bouhaddi.

Forcing yourself to look away you stared up at the scoreboard, the bright lights mocking you.

You didn’t need to put on a brave face and go round greeting the fans, there were no fans.

You wished your Dad was here, complaining of the ‘Sub Lime’ green home shirt he would wear with y/n on the back but covid restrictions meant he wasn’t there, the stadium was empty.

“How are you?” A voice broke your thoughts.

Dzenifer stood in front of you.

You had barely registered her presence when she was aggressively shoved to the side.

“You don’t get to know that anymore Marozsán.” Your team mate and friend, Pernille took her place beside beside you.

Dzenifer rolled her eyes.

“Whatever I tried.” She said, walking back to her team mates who were still celebrating across the field.

Pernille placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Look y/n I know it is shit we didn’t win and I know this hurts but given everything going on in the world right now, well I figure losing isn’t so bad.”

You nodded through the tears that threatened to spill. Marching away from your team mates and in to the tunnel you quickly arrived at the changing rooms. You slammed the door open wide and kicked a stray boot across the floor in frustration. Rifling through your bag you pulled your phone out, ignoring the messages sitting in your inbox you dialled your agents number, without giving them a chance to even greet you, you said the two words that you knew would change your life.

“I’m in.”

………..

The taxi dropped you off at the training ground.

You had signed the contract with your new team only 48 hours after the loss against Lyon giving you just over a week to pack your things and say goodbye. Wolfsburg had not been happy with you, expecting you to resign with them, even more so after it was announced Pernille Harder was also leaving. She was a good friend, she had understood the need to leave, she didn’t tell you that you had made a rash decision like a lot of your team mates had.

You snapped out of your thoughts by a young man hurriedly approaching you looking slightly flustered.

“Y/n y/ln I am Jonatan, assistant coach, welcome to Barcelona.” He smiled shaking your hand.

You hoisted your sports bag onto your shoulder.

“I’m glad to be here.” You responded truthfully, Jonatan gestured for you to walk together towards the entrance of the training facility.

“I’m a big fan y/n, that final was a close game, you played very well I hope you can bring some of that passion and dedication to Barca. Maybe you can lift that Champions League trophy with us.”

You were taken aback at the positivity. Having grown accustomed to the negativity you had endured over the last few months at Wolfsburg you couldn’t help but allow yourself some hope for the future.

Jonatan led you through the facility and into a small conference room where he handed you your first Barca shirt. The team photographer appeared, introducing themselves before taking a shot of you holding your shirt up before another man bustled into the room followed by a woman from the coaching staff.

“Y/n this is Lluis Cortez team manager.”

Cortez stepped forward shaking your hand.

“Y/ln in a Barca shirt, some things are just meant to be.”

More photos, this time of you and Cortez as you pretended to sign your contract again.

“Right, change and I will see you on the field.” Cortez said, leaving the room taking Jonatan with him.

The woman Cortez had arrived with guided you to the changing rooms.

“Y/n!” A voice cried out, you saw a flash of garnet out of the corner of your eye, swiftly turning you managed to catch the girl jumping on you.

“Lieke.” You hugged your international team mate, as she wrapped her legs around your waist.

“Finally a fellow Dutchie, I am so glad you’re here.” She exclaimed, you could feel the happiness radiating off your friend.

“Ladies this is y/n y/ln.” Lieke shouted across the changing rooms.

You were greeted with hugs, high fives and kisses on both cheeks. You knew you were blushing at all the attention.

…….

Two weeks into pre season and you could safely say you were getting along with most of the team. You’d say mostly because there was one nut you had yet to crack.

The elusive Alexia Putellas.

Whenever you would speak to the woman she would give one word answers in a voice so soft you’d think you imagined the response. She would twirl her hair in a nervous habit so much you had day dreamed of yanking her hair and….

Nope!

No!

You had sworn off getting involved with a fellow footballer ever again.

Feeling a thump to the back of your head you turned just in time to catch Hermoso grinning widely and Alexia herself, looking apologetic.

“So sorry y/n Alexia just seems to have no control whenever you are around.” Jenni called out running over to retrieve the ball that had just hit you on the head.

“No worries Jenni.” You responded, raising a hand to rub at the sore part of your skull.

“We are having dinner at mine later, just a few of us, will you come?” The taller woman asked tucking the ball under her arm.

“Sounds good to me what time?” You replied happily as Alexia approached you both.

“Seven is perfect.” Jenni answered.

“Perfect?” Alexia mumbled in question to her friend.

“I’ll text you the address.” Jenni smiled, she turned dragging Alexia with her.

“Sorry about the headache.” She called out behind her.

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WOSO Imagines

A collection of WOSO imagines, also on Tumblr. Mainly Alexia Putellas but some others too. Sorry no American players...

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Santorini Greece 2019

Pre season vacations with the squad always made you happy, firstly because you came together as a team and got relax and reset yourselves for the season ahead and secondly because of the anticipation for the aforementioned season ahead.

In the youth camps of Barcelona and the Spanish international team you had become best friends with Alexia Putellas, as you grew up together you’d become more and more attracted to one another. She was your first everything and you were hers but you were never official, everyone knew you hooked up but neither of you wanted to ruin your friendship by labelling yourselves.

When you’d departed in 2015 to play for PSG at the age of 21 Alexia had become closer to Jenni whilst you embraced living in France dating various different players until you met Dzsenifer Marozsán when she joined Lyon in 2016. What started as rivalry quickly turned attraction.

So whilst you made things official with the German midfielder Alexia did so with Jenni.

Her relationship with Jenni was rocky to say the least, their team mates never knew if they were on or off or if they would be even on speaking terms.

At the time you had thought you had fared much better with Dzsenifer, you had been honest with her about Alexia which caused untold jealousy especially when you were at national camp together which resulted in you promising not to room with her or interact with her too much without others present. As a result you and Alexia started to drift apart until that is, one weekend when you travelled to visit Dzsenifer and found her knuckles deep in one of her team mates.

So you returned to Spain, back to Barcelona after the departure of Jenni Hermoso in 2017, a direct swap with you leaving PSG and her joining them.

You’d rekindled your friendship with Alexia which naturally progressed into resuming the relationship you had before, hooking up except this time you had managed to keep it quiet from the team.

Which led you to now, sitting outside a small cafe with the squad in Santorini chatting and sipping espressos.

“So Jenni is coming back.” Patri smirked at Alexia wiggling her eyebrows.

You had been scrolling through your phone whilst chatting with Vicky Losada when Patri spoke.

You felt Vicky’s hand on your shoulder, she was the only person who knew about the two of you.

The girls had erupted into chatter about Jenni’s imminent arrival and begun teasing Alexia who blushed profusely at the attention.

“I need to get some bits for Emma.” Vicky announced standing up. “Come with me y/n you can carry the bags.” She ordered grabbing your arm and pulling you to your feet and pulling you away from the cafe in search of gifts for her girlfriend, Irish goalkeeper Emma Byrne.

As you walked towards a small shop selling trinkets Vicky nudged you.

“You okay y/nn?” She asked delicately.

You stopped to look at some postcards on a stand.

“Of course.” You replied spinning the card holder round.

“Just because she’s coming back doesn’t mean they will get back together this time.” Vicky pushed the conversation knowing you wouldn’t.

You pursed your lips. On the inside you felt like your mind was in chaos.

“Is this why you haven’t resigned your contract y/n?” She asked picking up a bracelet to inspect it.

You should of realised that Vicky as Captain would know about your contract negotiations.

“You haven’t resigned?” A voice came from behind you. You turned to see Alexia staring at you intently a sad look on her face.

“I’m going to continue my shopping, you two need to talk.” Vicky instructed pushing you both towards the exit of the little shop.

Alexia grabbed your hand, leading you through the winding alleyways back to your hotel. Neither of you said a word until you reached the door to your shared room, once inside she spun suddenly and pulled you into a hug.

“You’re leaving aren’t you.” She whispered, her chin resting on your shoulder.

You sighed heavily and inhaled the scent of her perfume, you face was in neck.

“I can’t stay.” You choked out.

Alexia run her hands over your back soothingly.

“I want you to stay.”

You could feel your eyes swimming with tears.

“I can’t stay and watch you be with someone who isn’t me Ale.” You admitted, Alexia pulled back suddenly, a hand on both your shoulders and looked you in the eye.

“This is because Jenni is coming back.” She asked, she wiped a stray tear from your cheek.

You swallowed, avoiding eye contact.

“I know I was a distraction after she left and I was ok with that at first but now…” You trailed off not wanting to say the words that swam around your head.

Alexia tilted your chin to look at you.

“You weren’t the distraction y/n, she was the distraction from you.” She spoke so quietly you thought you’d misheard her.

“I never wanted to push you especially after your ex but I can’t just be friends with you anymore y/n.” A tear fell from Alexia’s eyes as she offered you a small smile.

“Stay.” She pleaded resting her forehead against yours. “Stay with me y/n.” She begged.

“But Jenni.” You started to say taking a step back from the woman in front of you.

Alexia grabbed your hands in her own.

“Jenni knows, she’s always known its why we broke up. She knew I could never love her like I love you.”

You gazed into Alexia’s eyes, seeing the sincerity and the emotion in them.

“I will never hurt you like Dzsenifer did, I love you so much.” Her tears fell freely as she stood in front of you waiting for you to reply.

You nodded, wiping the tears from her face as you stepped forward.

“I love you.” You declared feeling the weight finally lift from your chest as admitting your feelings.

Alexia wrapped you up in her arms pressing small kisses to your face until you finally let out a giggle at her actions.

“Will you be mine?” She asked nervously as she held you in her arms.

You smiled and drew her in to a passionate kiss.

“I’ve always been yours.”

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I feel like I need to get this off my chest

The call ended and you slipped your phone into the pocket of your jeans. Grabbing your skateboard you started jogging throwing the board onto the concrete you jump on.

Sitting on the picnic bench to the side of the skate park your girlfriend watched you concerned.

She watched as you skated around gathering speed until an ill timed jump had you landing hard, your board rolling away. Running to you she knelt by your side.

“Are you hurt?” Alexia asked panicked.

You didn’t look at her, you brought your knees up to your chin picking at a lose piece of denim.

“No.” You whispered your voice thick with emotion.

Alexia, still kneeling beside you, hugged you.

You sat in comfortable silence, you knew once you said the words it would all become real and you weren’t ready. The call you had taken was about your sister, your adored older sister. The girl who taught you to skate, took you to football training and supported you in everyone you did. You had known she had a problem. It was how she coped with your upbringing. Your parents had been addicts and whilst you were adamant not to follow that path y/s/n had not been so lucky.

Alexia had been as supportive as always, despite their vast differences she had got on with your sister, they had one giant thing in common.

Their love for you.

Y/s/n had made Alexia promise to look after you if anything ever happened to her. Your parents were long gone. Passing away from overdoses when you were in your teens. Now your beloved sister had done the same thing. Addiction isn’t a choice, it doesn’t care who you are or where you are from. There is no social divide, the only difference is the richer you are the more you buy. You knew you wouldn’t have your sister for long, the demons had their claws in her, all you could do was try and love the creature she had become. The wiry frame, the constant haunted look on her face, the contorted rage when she needed a fix. You had mourned for her long before the phone call to tell you her heart had given out.

“She’s gone.” Was all you managed to get out before Alexia pulled you into her lap, soothing you as the tears finally fell.

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🥺 Alexia’s face when she went up to get her medal

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Jenni doesn’t get to enough recognition

Bilbao

“Come on!” You dragged your girlfriend to the giant letters settling yourself onto the O. Huffing Jenni leant leant against the giant A. You could see she was fighting a smile but kept her sunglasses firmly in place.

“Ok.” Lieke shouted. “On three everyone say Bilbao!” You’d all taken a letter each of the giant letters spelling out the towns name.

You run over to Claudia who had taken the photo.

“Oh babe you’re the only one not smiling.” You pointed out looking at the photo as Claudia handed you the camera.

“Y/n I’m the only one who’s not a tourist. I’m Spanish why would I want to have my photo with these things I’ve lived here my entire life.” She grumbled putting an arm around your shoulders.

You shook your head.

“So! I’m English but I still took tourist photos in London with you.” You reminded her of the trip you had taken together the previous year.

Jenni pushed her glasses on to the top of her head.

“Yeah but you look cute doing it y/nn.” Jenni wrapped both her arms around you.

You sighed.

“You’re cute when you want to be Jenni.” You pouted. Jenni shook her head in disagreement.

Jenni grabbed the camera off you and held it out to take a selfie of you both with the Bilbao sign behind you. She smiled broadly into the lens.

“Is that better?” She asked, you reached up on your toes and pressed a kiss to her lips.

“See, cute!” You insisted happy with your photo at last.

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The Challenge

Leah ground down on your lap to the beat of the music.

You weren’t entirely sure how it had come to this. You’d only agreed to the night out this morning after a shitty month that included being dumped by your girlfriend and having your car stolen. So when former player Alex Scott had insisted you come out with her and Leah Williamson, you had immediately accepted.

When Leah challenged you to down a row of drinks and lost, it was Alex who came up with your prize.

Now here you were, in the ‘private room’ of a East End night club, with your team mate Leah giving you a lap dance.

You’d had a lot to drink, you both had. Leah straddled your lap whilst holding a bottle of tequila.

“Fuck relationships.” Leah cheered pouring a shot directly into her mouth.

“Fuck love.” You replied. She poured an equal measure into yours.

“Fuck your ex.” She shuddered as she drank more.

“And fuck yours!” You grimaced as the liquid hit the back of your throat.

Leah giggled putting the bottle down and wrapping both arms around your neck.

“What else can we fuck?” She asked, her eyes darkening as they stared into your own.

“Each other?” You suggested bluntly.

As Leah grounded down on your again you’d had enough.

“My place?” You asked, caressing her arse cheeks.

She nodded furiously jumping off your lap and pulling you up and towards the door.

In the Uber you sat respectfully, Leah was England Captain now she couldn’t be seen falling out of clubs and making out in backs seats.

Once back at your flat however she wasted no time in kissing your against the door as soon as it had shut behind you.

She moved away from you entering your home. As she entered the front room she noticed the small dining set you had and dragged one of the chairs to the centre of the room.

“Now y/n, I do believe I was owe you a proper lap dance.” She tapped the chair waiting for you to sit on it. You quickly opened the music app on your phone and handed it to her to connect to your surround sound.

You watched her as she found a song she liked, she left your phone on the side and walked behind your chair. Leaning over you, her breath tickled the back of your neck as she spoke.

“Oh and y/n, I’ve decided to turn this into a strip tease.”

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Espressos and Assumptions

You were sitting at the Espresso bar in the hotel that the Spanish National Team were staying in for some friendlies with Mapi Leon, nursing a now cold coffee.

“You need to tell her how it is making you feel y/n.” Mapi said poking your shoulder in jest.

You shook your head.

“I don’t want to seem like I have a problem.” You replied glumly swirling the dark liquid round in the white cup.

Mapi sighed folding her arms on the bar and resting her head on them.

“Not to point out the obvious but you do have a problem and yeah she isn’t helping matters. I don’t know why the rest of the team can’t know it’s been what a year now.”

“Eleven months.” You corrected her, your mood considerably downcast.

“Would you like a fresh one?” The barista asked smiling at you. You nodded and she quickly took your cup.

“I don’t know how you can be with her but barely acknowledge each other in public, sounds more like a booty call to me.” Mapi said lifting her head up and sitting back on the stool.

“Yeah thanks Mapi!” You glared at your friend. She put her hands up apologetically.

“I just mean I want to spend all my time with Ingrid and not just in the bedroom.” She explained.

You continued to glare at her.

“That doesn’t make it better Mapi, besides, Alexia would rather spend time with Jenni and the others.” You reasoned defending the absent woman.

“Hola.” Andrea Pereira shouted happily trying to jump on to the stool next to you but failing, she used the foot rests to climb on and smiled triumphantly at you at and Mapi.

You laughed, Andrea never failed to amuse you. Mapi chuckled softly beside you.

“That’s right laugh it up you giant.” Andrea laughed shoving your shoulder.

The barista returned with your fresh espresso, as she placed it down she made sure to brush her hand against yours.

“I’m a big fan by the way, I have a break soon if you would like to, you know, discuss tactics.” She winked, slipping her handwritten telephone number on the bar in front of you before turning and walking away, swaying her hips.

Mapi raised her eyebrows in shock whilst Andrea raised her arm waving her hand.

“Could she not see me?” She asked frantically. “Didn’t even take my order.” She grumbled. You laughed again at your friend, picking up the number you handed it to her.

“Here, maybe call it through.” You picked up your espresso and excused yourself from your friends, heading outside to the small hotel garden.

Andrea finally got her coffee, albeit from a different barista and together with Mapi walked back to the breakfast room the rest of the team were in.

“Hoy Andrea where’s our coffee?” Leila laughed from where she sat with Alexia and Jenni.

“This coffee is sacred I had to wait ages, whilst y/n got served not only coffee but the baristas number!” Andrea exclaimed as she sat down not noticing the look that came over Alexia’s face.

Mapi smirked at her friend.

“Well she’s single so why not?” Mapi answered earning a glare from Alexia who knew that the blond was well aware of the relationship. Jenni who also knew tensed from where she sat next to the Barca Captain.

“Go on y/n!” Leila cheered earning a laugh from Ingrid who had come over to sit with her girlfriend Mapi.

“What’s y/n done now?” She asked leaning over to peck Mapi on the lips.

“She’s going to meet up with the barista of the coffee bar on her break.” Andrea answered inspecting a croissant closely before trying to fit the entire thing in her mouth.

At this, Alexia stood up abruptly from her chair, her knees hitting the table causing the cutlery to clang.

“Excuse me.” She said before storming towards the Espresso bar.

“She must really want some coffee.” Andrea said amongst a mouthful of croissant.

Jenni looked at Mapi who simply shrugged her shoulders, Jenni being Alexia’s best friend also knew about the relationship and stood up to quickly follow her friend in case she did anything stupid.

Andrea watched her go, swallowing her food she sipped on her coffee.

“Jenni must really want some too.” She mused.

Leila looked around bewildered.

“What just happened?” She asked looking directly at Mapi.

Mapi just shrugged her shoulders again, Leila stood up and chased after Jenni, Ingrid slapped Mali’s shoulder who groaned and stood up preparing to defend you if needed. They followed Leila out.

“Well it is good coffee.” Andrea said to herself as she continued her breakfast.

Alexia had asked a passing barista where they usually took their breaks, perplexed they had simply pointed to an exit that led to the side of the building.

She rushed out and found who she assumed was the barista that had flirted with you and stormed up to her.

“Where y/n?”

The barista took an step back shocked at the angry woman approaching her.

“I don’t know, I asked her to meet me but she hasn’t turned up.” She replied.

Alexia turned abruptly seeing her teammates behind her she stormed back into the hotel and passed the espresso bar where she saw you through the glass windows sitting in the garden with your eyes closed.

A shadow cast itself over you as you were enjoying the morning sun. Opening your eyes you saw Alexia with a furious look on her face.

“The barista gave you her number.” Was all she said. You frowned seeing your team mates huddled behind the furious woman, Mapi mouthed an apology to you.

You stood up, Alexia didn’t move back so you were now practically nose to nose.

“I didn’t take it.” You responded calmly.

“Good!” Alexia grasped the back of your neck.

“Because you’re mine.” She finished before pulling you in for an aggressive kiss.

Behind her your team mates, apart from Mapi and Jenni stood staring in shock.

You broke the kiss, staring at Alexia.

“Everyone will know.” You whispered not quite believing Alexia had outed you both.

“Let them know.” Alexia smiled stroking the side of your face.

“I love you y/n and I want everyone to know that you are mine and I am yours.” She said softly, you could hear Leila awwing in the background.

“So all I had to do is make you jealous?” You asked teasingly. Alexia frowned slightly and shook her head.

“No please don’t do that.” She pouted and kissed you again.

The back door slammed open revealing Andrea with yet another coffee and croissant.

“Did you guys get your coffee?” She asked munching on the French delicacy.

“I mean the service isn’t great but it’s worth the wait.” She sipped her drink. Leila shook her head in disbelief.

“I can see now she genuinely didn’t realise what she was telling me did she.” Alexia laughed at the smaller Spaniard juggling her food with her cup.

You laughed pulling Alexia in for a hug.

“I love you too Ale.” You whispered in her ear.

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Professional Athletes (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

So, after reading so many amazing stories on here from other amazing writers, I had this idea in my head that I could not get rid of. I have literally never written anything like this before but I found I really enjoyed it, go easy on me but let me know what y’all think :)

As a professional athlete in your own right,  you always thought you had a grasp on how crazy it can get, and how intrusive the fans could be. That was until you met Alexia Putellas. Once you were introduced to the Ballon D’or winner you realised how hard it was to have a private life and be a true professional athlete.

You met her prior to the 2021 season, where Barcelona won everything. Adidas hosted an event for some of their more prominent athletes and as a golfer on the Women’s LPGA tour you were included in the event. You travelled to London where the event was being held and you met her there.

Having a busy schedule travelling the world with the golf tour, meant that you did not have a lot of time to follow other sports, which meant you did not recognise her at first. As your adidas agent introduced the two of you, as you were the only female athletes at the event, you immediately hit it off. A long weekend spent together at this event in London and you were immediately hooked on the Spanish midfielder.

With both of you having busy schedules and needing to travel quite often it has very hard to maintain the relationship, but you both wanted to. Spending weekends off travelling to Spain became the norm for you, you could also practice and golf in Spain, when she being in a team environment meant it was harder for her to get away.

You became a regular fixture at the Stadium Johan Cruyff stadium, you made it to as many home games as possible. The constant travel meant that the fans were not aware of your relationship, it made it easier as there was no outside noise to compete with. You did find the time when you were apart to send Alexia memes and outrageous stories about her and Jenni. It was hard to read sometimes, as they were together often, but you never wavered in your belief of her until the Ballon D’or ceremony.

The night of the ceremony you were in the USA getting ready for one of the Major golf tournaments. You wished you could have attended as you knew that she was going to win, but life unfortunately got in the way. You were on the course when the ceremony happened completing the first round of the tournament, you had your caddy turn on the notifications so you would know right away if she won.

As soon as you were off the course you texted her your congratulations, then went online to see the highlights of the ceremony and watch her speech. You couldn’t ignore the new posts that had come online overnight after the ceremonies conclusion. The fans were going crazy over the looks between her and Jenni. It was the firs time in your relationship that you actually felt worried and did not know if she was as into it as you were.

Alexia did not know, but you were in the process of moving to Barcelona and use the local country club as your home course, it helped that your coach was Spanish and wanted to be based closer to home.

As you were clearly distracted with the comments online and that you had not heard from Alexia since before the ceremony your next two days of golf were terrible, probably the worst rounds you have played since becoming a professional.

It was during an interview after your third round where the truth would come out.

As you were walking off the course after finishing the day dropping 5 strokes, and were now out of the running for a top 10 finish, the press of course wanted to know what happened. Many were shouting questions but the one that stuck was from an international reporter “Y/N Is it true that you are moving your training to Barcelona to work with a new coach?”

You were shocked they even knew the plans, but decided to set the record straight “It is true I will be moving to Barcelona to train there, but my coach will be the same. It was in the best interest of my coach and I to move to Spain to be closer to our loved ones and to be able to train year round in the better climates.”

“You both have loved ones in Barcelona? You don’t talk about your personal life, and you don’t post on social media, I think we all want to know who it is you’re moving for!” Another reporter shouted

It was then you realised you had messed up.

“Barcelona will be great for me to train in better weather year round” was the only comment you made before getting out of there as quick as possible.

As there was a time change between you and Alexia you hoped she didn’t see the interview, but either way you know you needed to focus on playing a better round regardless of your personal situation. You decided to turn your phone off and focus, figuring since you hadn’t heard from the Spaniard in 3 days that she didn’t want to talk to you anyway. The only thing running through your head was that she was probably better off without you dragging her down, and that she was better off with Jenni in the long run.

After a much better 4th round of golf, you left the tournament to head back to Barcelona and your new apartment to start training for the next tournament. It wasn’t until you landed when you saw you had multiple texts and missed calls from Alexia, you knew she must have saw the interview.

What you never expected was to show up at the training centre and have her waiting for you outside.

“Y/N! I have been trying to reach you for days!” was the first thing she said to you when you walked up to her, knowing you couldn’t ignore her.

“days? I have been trying to contact you for a week since you won the trophy, but you ignored me for days. Im surprised your girl let you come see me at all” you responded to her, frustrated with her and your self for believing someone like her could be with someone like you.

“My girl? what are you talking about?” she responded confused.

“Oh you think I didn’t see all the pictures and videos of you and Jenni getting cozy after the ceremony? I know I don’t post online but I still have accounts and can see everything” You responded.

“I don’t know what pictures you saw, but there is nothin going on between us. I broke my phone at the ceremony, and haven’t been able to get a new one since I was at camp.” she responded even more confused.

At this point you have been so deep in your head that you didn’t realise that you may have overreacted but you couldn’t help but think of the pictures you saw online. “Ale, I saw all the pictures of the two of you, I just don’t get why you have wasted your time with me when there is clearly someone better for you”

Alexia stepped closer to you, she put one hand on your check and wiped the tears you didn’t realise were following, and grasped your hand with the other. “I am not sure what you think you may have saw, but there is no one else. You are it for me and you are the one I want. Te amo. I love you, and only you”

You couldn’t wait anymore and you grabbed her hips and pulled her into you and you kissed her, with all the emotion you couldn’t quite get out yet. When you pulled back you told her “I love you too. I am moving to Barcelona because I am sick of only seeing you on weekends”

All she could do was smile and ask “When will you be moving in to my place then?”

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Too good !