#visca barca

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👏 | Alexia Putellas receives a standing ovation and a guard of honor from both teams as her FC Barcelona career comes to an end.

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i met her on the way to chicago - alexia putellas

༄ chicago - michael jackson

༄ pairing - alexia putellas x fem!reader

༄ synopsis - what begins as an innocent conversation between two strangers on a flight to chicago quickly becomes impossible to ignore, proving that sometimes the best connections happen thirty thousand feet in the air.

༄ word count - 3.4k

༄ notes - kinda had no plan for this but i wanted to post it anyways; not proof read

༄ warnings - fingering, mentions of alcohol, airplane sex, public sex

༄ read more - masterlist

the seat beside yours stays empty until the last boarding call.

you don’t look up at first.

there’s another line in the quarterly report that doesn’t quite add up. the acquisition numbers look optimistic to the point of fiction, and you’re halfway through highlighting a paragraph when someone slides into 4b.

a soft thud.

a carry-on tucked away.

the faint smell of expensive perfume and something clean.

“hi.”

you glance over automatically.

she smiles.

it’s unfair, really.

the sort of smile that belongs on magazine covers rather than overnight flights across the atlantic.

“hi.”

she settles in, buckling her seatbelt with practiced ease. a baseball cap disappears into the seat pocket, revealing blonde hair that’s slightly flattened from wearing it through the airport.

you return to your report.

you make it exactly three sentences.

“business or pleasure?”

you look up. “…pardon?”

she nods towards the stack of printed reports balanced across your lap. “are you reading for business or pleasure?”

you blink once. “unless we’re suddenly counting stocks as pleasure…” she laughs. “…then no. it’s all business.”

“some people do count investments as pleasure.”

you snort despite yourself. “do they?”

“absolutely.”

“those people need hobbies.”

she grins. “to each their own.”

there’s a pause, and you study her for a second. “what about you?”

“what about me?”

“why are you going to chicago?”

she leans back comfortably. “i’ve got a modelling thing.”

you nod slowly. “so you’re a model.”

she smiles wider. “i’m a footballer.”

“…oh.”

“but thank you for complimenting my looks.”

your cheeks warm just enough to annoy you. “that wasn’t-”

“it absolutely was.”

“i made an assumption.”

“based on my face.”

“based on the modelling.”

she hums, pretending to consider it. “i’ll allow it.”

the aircraft begins to taxi.

the conversation should end there.

it doesn’t.

“and you?” she asks. “what do you do when you’re not insulting footballers?”

“I work in finance.”

“that explains the reports.”

“i’m glad we’ve solved that mystery.”

“high-powered?”

“reasonably.”

“boring?”

“only to people who don’t enjoy spreadsheets.”

“ah.”

she nods thoughtfully. “so definitely boring.”

you smile despite yourself. “you asked.”

“i did.”

she offers her hand. “alexia.”

you take it. her grip is warm, firm, her hands slightly calloused from years of training and competing.

“y/n.”

“nice to meet you, y/n.”

the seatbelt sign stays on for another twenty minutes.

by the time it switches off, you’ve somehow learnt that she’s flying over for a campaign with a sportswear brand after preseason training.

she learns that you’re presenting to a board on monday morning.

“that’s why you’re reading reports on a plane?”

“i like being prepared.”

“you’re reading printed financial statements.”

“yes.”

“on holiday.”

“i’m not on holiday.”

“exactly.”

she shakes her head dramatically. “tragic.”

the flight attendant appears with drinks. “can i get you anything?”

alexia glances at you. “wine?”

you hesitate for perhaps half a second. “…why not.”

“two reds, please.”

the first glass disappears surprisingly quickly.

the second follows not long after dinner.

your reports are abandoned somewhere between discussing football stadium atmospheres and the merits of deep-dish pizza.

she tells stories well.

animated hands.

bright eyes.

every sentence somehow ending with you laughing.

you tell fewer stories.

she notices.

“you’re one of those people.”

“what people?”

“the quiet ones.”

“i talk.”

“when spoken to.”

“that’s generally how conversations work.”

“mm.”

she tips her glass slightly. “but when you do talk…”

she studies you over the rim. “…it’s usually worth listening.”

the compliment lands heavier than expected, causing you look away.

outside the window, there’s nothing except darkness broken occasionally by wing lights.

the cabin dims.

most people around you begin settling in.

blankets.

headphones.

sleep masks.

business class becomes strangely intimate in the low lighting.

voices lower.

movements slower.

alexia slips off her shoes, folding one leg beneath herself. “you’re thinking again.”

“am i?”

“finance face.”

“finance face?”

“very serious.”

“i don’t have a finance face.”

“you absolutely do.”

she reaches over before you can react. two fingers gently press the space between your eyebrows. 

“right…”

another light push.

“…there.”

you stare at her. “…what?”

“your frown disappeared.”

she withdraws her hand like nothing happened. “much better.”

you should probably be irritated.

instead-

“you’re very confident.”

“only when i drink.”

“often?”

“maybe once a month.”

you laugh quietly. “i can imagine.”

she watches you for a moment. “there it is.”

“what?”

“you smile more than you think.”

you hold her gaze. “you’re very observant.”

“occupational hazard.”

“football?”

“captain.” she shrugs. “always watching people.”

the silence that follows isn’t awkward.

it’s… comfortable.

dangerously so.

she looks good in the dim cabin lighting.

you notice details now.

the strength in her forearms.

the watch on her wrist.

the tiny scar near her thumb.

she catches you looking. “what?”

“nothing.”

“liar.”

“i wasn’t-”

“checking me out?”

“…”

she smiles slowly.

“it’s okay.”

you clear your throat. “you’re very sure of yourself.”

“would it help if i admitted i’ve been trying not to look at you for the last hour?”

your heart does something deeply inconvenient. “…really?”

“really.”

another pause.

“those reading glasses aren’t helping.”

you glance down. “my reading glasses?”

“you put them on to read.”

“…yes.”

“terrible decision.”

you laugh under your breath. “because?”

“because every time you adjust them…” her eyes flick briefly to your mouth before returning. “…i forget what i was saying.”

the air feels warmer.

or maybe it’s just the wine.

you remove your glasses. “better?”

she exhales once. “significantly worse.”

your laugh comes quieter this time.

closer.

neither of you has noticed when the armrest stopped being enough space between you.

your shoulders brush now whenever either of you moves.

she doesn’t move away.

neither do you.

“can i ask you something?”

“depends.”

“are you always this…” she searches for the word.

“…careful?”

“careful?”

“like you’re calculating twelve different outcomes before you say anything.”

you think about denying it.

instead-

“usually.”

“and right now?”

your eyes meet hers, and your voice becomes softer. “right now… i’m trying very hard not to make a bad decision.”

she smiles. “interesting.”

“why?”

“because i was thinking exactly the same thing.”

another beat.

the hum of the engines fills the silence.

she tilts her head slightly. “i’m going to ask you something.”

“okay.”

“you can absolutely say no.”

“okay.”

“but if i don’t kiss you before this plane lands…”

her smile turns almost shy for the first time all evening.

“…i think i’m going to regret it.”

your eyes flick briefly to her mouth then back. “…that’s funny.”

“why?”

“because i was wondering how much longer you’d wait before asking.”

she laughs.

quiet enough not to disturb anyone sleeping nearby.

“so…”

“so.”

“…may i?”

instead of answering-

you lean the remaining inch between you.

her lips meet yours gently. just once- soft, testing even.

when you pull back, neither of you says anything for a few seconds.

alexia’s forehead rests lightly against yours.

“…well,” she murmurs.

“well.”

“that didn’t exactly help.”

“no.”

“made it considerably worse.”

you smile.

“i noticed.”

her thumb brushes absentmindedly against your wrist. “walk with me?”

“where?”

she glances meaningfully towards the rear of the aircraft.

“just…” another smile. “…to stretch our legs.”

you look at her.

at the sleepy cabin around you.

at the knowing expression she’s trying (and failing) to hide.

then you quietly unbuckle your seatbelt.

“lead the way.”

the aisle lights are dimmed to a faint amber glow. most passengers are asleep, blankets pulled high, headphones in.

the hum of the engines swallows almost every sound.

alexia walks just ahead of you, one hand lightly brushing the seat backs. you follow close enough that when the plane shifts in a bit of turbulence your fingers graze her lower back.

she doesn’t pull away. if anything she leans into the touch.

the galley at the rear is empty. the flight attendants have retreated to their jump seats. 

alexia glances once over her shoulder at you, that small conspiratorial smirk playing on her lips, then pushes open the door to the accessible lavatory.

the second the door clicks shut behind you the tiny space feels electric.

she turns and kisses you like she’s been waiting hours to do it. not gentle this time. her hands slide up your neck, fingers threading into your hair as she backs you against the counter. 

you taste the red wine on her tongue, feel the solid warmth of her body pressing flush against yours.

you kiss her back harder, nipping at her bottom lip, and she makes this soft surprised sound that shoots straight between your legs.

“fuck,” she breathes against your mouth, half laughing. “you’ve been holding out on me.”

“you’ve been talking too much.”

she grins, bright and wicked, then ducks her head to mouth at your neck, sucking lightly just below your ear.

your head falls back against the mirror with a quiet thud.

her hands move with purpose. one slips under your blouse, palm sliding up your ribs, thumb brushing the underside of your breast through your bra. the other grips your hip, pulling you even closer.

you tug at the hem of her shirt, fingers finding warm skin and the firm lines of muscle along her abdomen.

when you scratch lightly down her sides she shivers and presses her thigh between yours.

the pressure is immediate. perfect. not enough.

“alexia-” you whisper.

she answers by rolling her hips, slow and deliberate, grinding against you until your breath catches. her mouth finds yours again, deeper, messier.

you can feel how turned on she is. the heat of her through her joggers. the way her breathing is already getting ragged.

her fingers work open the button of your trousers, sliding the zipper down just enough to slip her hand inside. 

when she feels how wet you are she groans quietly against your lips. “dios mio… you’re soaked.”

you don’t answer with words. instead you push your own hand down the front of her joggers, past the waistband of her underwear, and find her just as drenched. the sound she makes when your fingers slide through her folds is low and filthy.

for a moment you just touch each other like that. slow, exploratory strokes. learning what makes the other gasp. 

her forehead rests against yours, both of you breathing hard in the tiny space.

she curls two fingers and presses them inside you without warning. your knees nearly buckle.

you bite down on her shoulder to stay quiet, and she hisses in pleasure at the sting.

“that’s it,” she murmurs, voice wrecked. “just like that.”

you match her rhythm, sliding two fingers into her at the same time. she’s tight and so fucking wet it makes your head spin. 

you crook your fingers and she clenches around you with a broken moan she tries to muffle against your neck.

the plane hums beneath you. someone coughs a few rows away. the risk of it all only makes everything sharper.

alexia’s thumb finds your clit and starts circling and your hips jerk forward involuntarily. you’re both trembling now, trying to stay quiet, hands moving faster, breaths mingling hot and desperate.

she kisses you again, messy and urgent, like she can’t get enough.

you’re right on the edge already.

alexia can feel it. she curls her fingers deeper, stroking that spot inside you with devastating precision while her thumb keeps perfect pressure on your clit. 

her mouth is on your neck again, sucking, biting, whispering filthy little things against your skin.

“come on amor… let go for me.” the words combined with the steady rhythm of her fingers push you over. 

you come hard, clenching around her, thighs shaking as the orgasm crashes through you. 

you bury your face in her shoulder to muffle the sound, nails digging into her back through her shirt.

she doesn’t stop. she keeps fucking you through it, slower now, drawing it out until you’re trembling and oversensitive.

when you finally catch your breath you kiss her hard, tasting desperation. your fingers are still buried inside her, and you start moving again with renewed purpose. 

you match the pace she used on you, curling, stroking, thumb circling her swollen clit.

alexia’s hips stutter. her breathing turns broken and shallow.

“fuck… just like that,” she gasps.

you can feel her getting close. her walls flutter around your fingers, slick and hot. you add a third finger and she moans louder than she should, forehead pressed to yours, eyes half shut.

her hand is still between your legs, lazily stroking you even as she starts falling apart. 

the overstimulation makes you whimper but you don’t want her to stop.

“i’m gonna-” she chokes out.

“come for me,” you whisper against her mouth.

she does. hard. her whole body tenses, thighs clamping around your hand as she rides out the waves. 

you keep moving through it, gentler now, until she’s shaking and panting into your neck.

for a long moment the only sounds are both of you breathing heavily and the low drone of the plane engines.

alexia pulls back just enough to look at you. her cheeks are flushed, lips swollen, hair completely messed up. 

she looks wrecked in the best possible way. she brings her fingers to her mouth and slowly licks them clean, eyes locked on yours the entire time.

you nearly short-circuit all over again, and she grins at your expression, soft and satisfied. 

you both start fixing your clothes with shaky hands, stealing little kisses between adjustments. 

when you’re decent again she leans in and presses a gentler kiss to your forehead.

then, like it’s the most casual thing in the world, she murmurs, “so i’ll pick you up friday at eight.”

you blink, still a little dazed. “sorry?”

she smiles, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “unless you only wanted this to be a one time thing.”

“no- no i’d love to see you again,” you say quickly, heart doing something ridiculous in your chest. “but i don’t even have your number?”

alexia’s smile widens, warm and a little cocky. “well amor, we better fix that then, shouldn’t we?”

⸻

fin .

[xocreamyy]

"Visca Barça! Visca Catalunya!"

AUTHORS NOTE: Hi everyone! this is probably my first fanfic posted and written in tumblr lol. Advance and sincere apologies for my grammar, as English is not my first language, I did play football as a child and shortly as a teen, I have been raised by my father and uncles who owns a small football club in my city, BUT I myself has not been interested and has only started being interest about it these recent months ( yes I played for the sake of my family legacy) The Gavi drought is droughting and I need a CROSSOVER for my two main sports, anyways enjoy!

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Reader Synopsis: Seeing a edit of a certain Barca midfielder player has changed your life simply for the better

Warnings: Cursing, crashes, mention of weed, mentions of injury and spanish google translation. author has poor choice of words. For plot purposes please imagine that the lotus team is still in f1 and that it revived mid 2014 (winterslop)

Credits to the picture i legit found in the Pinterest and credits to the divider!

Wc: 2,052

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carlossainz5 HALA MADRID! (delete this now.)

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kimiraikkonnen Bwoah

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user1 Girlie WAS FIGHTING the car 💔

user2 bro might just send him to the next GP 😭

landonorris you can't blame me, those donuts was worth it 🤤

user3 soooo nobody wanna address the elephant in the room? user4 @/user3 REAL I THOUGHT MY MIND WAS PLAYING

user5 Gavi liking an F1 driver post and a Mbappe meme was NOT in my bingo card

user6 im definetly starting a rumor (now)

lotusf1team Amazing qualifying as always! we will do our best in the next GP (Don't do that again)

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user7 LMAOOOOO EVEN LOTUS ADMIN KNOWS BALL

user8 i just woke up from a coma (not really) how is Lotus back in F1???? user9 @/user8 F1 lotus team came back on 2015 lmao after being bankrupted by the one and only goat Kimi Raikkonnen

nicorosberg amazing job! @/yourusername

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Miami GP 2026

1 hour and 20 minutes before lights out

The heat was real when you saw it with your own eyes. A fine specimen indeed. As you scroll through Instagram and seeing someone with a verified unfamiliar account 'pablogavi' seeing that account you clicked on it and started scrolling. You haven't realized its been 30 minutes of doom scrolling making you drown out the noises and the ongoing panic and sheer confusion outside of your room that was being drowned by the an edit of a Barca player named Pablo Gavi.

50 minutes before lights out

The sound of shuffling hurried feet's and people bumping to each other of things was drowned down by your headphones resulting.

"WHERE IS SHE?!"

"SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HERE 30 MINUTES AGO"

"HAS ANYONE CHECK THE HOSPITALITY?!"

'HER ROOM! CHECK HER ROOM HURRY"

The suddenly the violent rattling of the doorknob broke your trance immidetely discarding the phone and running quickly to the door opening it.

"THE NATIONAL ANTHEM IS GOING UP IN 5 MINUTES WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING" One of the staff said panting and heaving.

"I AM SO SORRY, LET ME GET MY SUIT I'LL BE ON MY WAY OUT" You quickly closed the door and changed as fast as you can with only half of your suit zipped you grab your cap and ran out of the drivers room as fast as you can.

Spotting other drivers lining up on what was gonna be the beginning of the national anthem you quickly squeezed next to Carlos and took off your cap, He looked at you an amused and gave you a raised eyebrow before focusing on the anthem.

After the national anthem, other drivers quickly scattered around for the interview before race. You were about to leave but was stopped after hearing someone called you name, you turned around saw its Nico Rosberg and Jenson Button calling for you trying to get an interview out of you.

You walked towards them and got under the umbrella to be shield away from the heat, once you settled in you placed your cap back to your head making sure the sponsored watch was seen all throughout the process, you gave a green go to start the interview after flashing a smile on the camera and accepting a microphone with a small 'thank you'.

"So Y/N everyone saw that you were running late for the anthem, everyone knows how conscious you are with your time and schedule, what happened?" Nico asked with amusement, " I uhhh lost track of time, doom scrolling on tiktok" you sheepishly answered "and what type of video are you watching, surely not brain rotted video" Jenson quips, feeling offend you quickly tried to defend yourself.

"More like whose edit I am watching" You jokingly said, and suddenly you caught a figure in your peripheral vision, your PR manager Stella was looking at you warningly, the messaged confused you but sooner you realized what you said was absolutely bullshit and true you quickly tried to back track "I mean doesn't everyone watch edits? anyways I think my engineer is calling me"

Nico looked at you confused and more eager to ask more question and he was about to open his mouth but you quickly pointed at someone in a bright red undeniably Ferrari jumpsuit "Hey isn't that Lewis?" Nico turned around with Jenson, with that you instantly ran through the garage successfully escaping the 'PrincessCake' Duo that got distracted.

20 minutes before lights out

"Radio check Radio check do you copy?"

"I hear you J" You answered back while trying to adjust in your seat in the car and readying your gloves, balaclava, and lastly the helmet.

"Copy, tires and cars look good just sit back"

Feeling bored in the car your hands started to feel antsy, you signaled one of the staff to hand you your phone, as you open your phone a loud blaring music came to play.

'IS YOU SAY, "DADDY'S HOME, HOME FOR M-'

You quickly turned the volume down looking very embarrassed and ashamed still looking down and watching the edit of a certain Barcelona Football player.

"Daddy's home huh?" the radio buzzed.

"Shut up"

"Mhm"

f1

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SHOCKING EXPLOSION HAS HAPPENED IN TODAY'S MIAMI GRAND PRIX! F1 Lotus driver Y/N L/N - 69 car has exploded, Red flag has been raised.

user10 Girlie just got out of the car by crawling and her first priority was to like the post 💔💔💔

user11 PEDRI LIKED?! SINCE WHEN DOES BARCA MEN WATCH F1?! user12 @/user11 someone literally almost died and your main concern is a football player liking an f1 post???

user13 hope she's alright judging by how she liked this post within 20 minutes.

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Fireball - Pittbull

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I saw and I conquer... oh yeah and I definitely 'Came'(to the hospital) As of now right now I am with the team, no major injuries and no pregnancies (def not pregnant after watching that edit)

carlossainz55 Good to know you are alive and well Hermana!

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user14 PREGNANT?! oh not pregnant

user15 better be safe than sorry BUT WHOSE EDIT ARE YOU WATCHING

user16 GIRLIE IS CASUALLY DROPPPING A BANGER OF A POST AFTER A LIFE THREATING ACCIDENT😭😭 yourusername @/user16 Oh I am banging left and right indeed user16 WHAT

user 17 why 3 Barcelona players are here did I miss something? user18 @/user17 Dw you ain't alone

pablogavi ❤💙

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yourusername @/pablogavi hello guapito 😏😏

user19 @/yourusername SHE'S SO REAL LMAO

user20 OHHHHHHHHHH I SEE THE APEAL GIRLIE SHOOT YOUR SHOT OR WHATEVER

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user21 LMAOOO SHE LIKED

RADIO

30 minutes before the crash

"Y/N you are currently p6 keep it up"

"Is Lewis catching up?"

"Not really he's 6 seconds behind I will update you on his paste"

15 minutes before the crash

"The car... it smells funny"

"Copy, Keep up the pace... while we check"

" J the car is fucking unresponsive as fuck, the fuck you mean keep up the pace I AM LOSING PACE"

"We know the car is bad right now please focus driving..."

1 minute before the crash

"J the CAR ITS BULLSHIT AN ALPINE LITERALLY OVERTOOK ME THE PACE HAS BEEN OFF FOR THE LAST 15 LAPS"

"Yes Y/N we know it's bullshit please stop complaining"

"I smell something funny and let me tell you its NOT weed"

"The car is overheating, you are retiring-"

"Copy ill go mown lowing next corner"

"Retire the car right now Y/N! Smoke is coming out at the back"

"Oh shit-"

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I am announcing that Dino Beganovic, an F2 Prema racing driver will be replacing me for temporary for 3 GP's (this year is not our year) as the team doctor advise me to stay clear and out of the track due to minor injuries that was caused by the incident. I wish the team well and for Dino to enjoy the experience of driving the car! 💖🖤

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You have never been so frustrated about an incident until it cost you a world driver champion standing, sure you weren't even in the top 5 but settling in p6 in the standing is phenomenal especially when you are a woman competing in male dominated field but that has never stopped others. The season was well and the team has shown signs of improvement but then suddenly it all came crashing down by almost being toasted alive by the car.

Looking outside of the window you thought 'shit' like what are you gonna do this 2 month of unemployment, surely not paddelling with other drivers that will even worsen your injuries. Picking up your phone you scrolled through Instagram to see a post of Barcelona VS Real Madrid match was going to happen in 2 week, enough time for you to get discharged and be able to stand up with out support, you like the post and exited the app to chat with Carlos who was definitely be watching the game.

You groaned and asked your manager to book you everything, you placed down your phone and looked at up the ceiling feeling the loneliness and silence as it slowly lull's you to sleep.

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Visca Barça! Visca Catalunya! Barcelona has my heart 💙 ❤️(mama y papa) thank you! @/carlossainz55 and @/rebeccadonaldson for adopting me!

carlossainz55 Really? Barca? no hermana this is not right. you should say 'Hala Madrid' 🙂 yourusername No, only visca barca. rebeccadonaldson @/yourusername love you ❤️

user4 what are the chances that Gavi and Y/N meet user16 user/4 chances might be slim but never zero

fcbarcelona 💙❤️ ¡Tenemos mucha suerte de contar con vuestro apoyo!

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pablogavi ¿Sigues en Barcelona? Si es así, déjame invitarte a salir, preciosa. (Are you still in Barcelona? If so, let me ask you out, gorgeous.) liked by yourusername yourusername @/pablogavi Sí, sigo en España. Sí, puedes invitarme a salir o lo que sea. (yes i am still in spain yes you can take me out or whatever)

user12 HELLO?!?! WHAT HAPPENED TO PRIVATE DMS (I AM NOT COMPLAINING)

user4 THE CHANCES ARE REALLY NEVER ZERO ( BROCEDES STILL HAS A CHANCE)

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user19 oh YN never get PR trained 🥀

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Drop Dead - Olivia Rodrigo

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"One night I was bored in bed And stalked you on the internet It's feminine intuition 'Cuz I always had a vision of us standing like this" I want him and I got him, I love you Pablito ❤.

pablogavi Yo también te amo, hermosa, gracias por decir que sí. liked by yourusername yourusername @/pablogavi te amo muchísimo

user15 FORGET SOFT LAUNCH WE HARD LAUNCHING I GUESS

user13 FINALLY A HAB

user2 Imagine being a real madrid and f1 fan and going to a grand prix and then casually seeing Pablo Gavi in the Lotus hospitality I WOULD'VE BEEN LIVID.

user5 oh to be Y/N and getting the vision 🥀🥀🥀

landonorris Congratulations you muppet! (finally you can stop yapping about him to me) yourusername @/landonorris never. ACTUALLY ILL EVEN SPAM IT landonorris but seriously tho im happy for you guys liked by yourusername

fernandoalonso finaly you will break because now you have a boyfriend user7 LMAOOO NOT THE REFERENCE

pedri ¡Felicidades, hermano! Me alegro mucho por los dos. Finalmente puede dejar de quejarse de quererte tan mala(congratulations brother I am happy for the both of you.he can finally stop whining about wanting you so bad ) yourusername wait TELL ME MOREEE

lamineyamal ¡Habla de ti todos los días, incluso durante los entrenamientos! (he speaks about you everyday even during practice!)

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Hey Daddy (Daddy's Home) - Usher

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Godbless La Masia 🧎‍♀️

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AN: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING THIS FANFIC! I hope you guy's enjoyed it as much as I do while writing it ❤ Please don't be shy leave a like a reblog or even comment! ( you guys can request for part 2 and for more Ideas) thank you for reading! I love you!

-Creamy!

[danilixouz]

She wanted to leave at her best, she’s said so before. She doesn’t want to be a burden to her club and wants the younger players to get a chance. If her fans can’t understand that then they were never fans in the first place. IMO

[pigulki]

[fruno]

4 times I convinced myself alexia would retire at Barça. 1 time reality hit.

a/n all this time i thought the ‘one time she doesn’t’ would happen inside the story.

😢

[theesasssyunicorn]

𝐿𝓁𝑒𝑔𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒶 𝒹𝑒𝓁 𝐵𝒶𝓇ç𝒶 ✨

[enwoso]

Can you maybe write a keira walsh angst fic where reader is her girlfriend and they have opposite schedules for a few weeks maybe keira has England camp and when she came back reader has a work trip and they are just upset they haven't been able to spend time together

out of reach | keira walsh

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keira stood in the doorway of her apartment suitcase still in hand and sighed. the quiet was deafening. no scent of a home cooked dinner, no music playing in the background and most crushing of all, no you.

her eyes scanned the familiar space, her heart sinking just that little lower with each step she took further inside. it wasn’t the first time she’d come back to an empty home recently but with each time it happened it didn’t seem to make it any easier.

the past few weeks has been an endless cycle of missed calls and unanswered texts. england camp had demanded every ounce of her energy and the difference in schedules between the two of you made connecting with each other nearly impossible.

whenever she’d finally found a spare minute to call you, you’d be swamped with your own work. each conversation felt rushed and like it was an obligation instead of the comfort she so desperately needed and wanted.

as she dropped her suitcase near the door, her movements heavy with frustration and fatigue. the silence of the apartment felt oppressive and a stark contrast to the notice in her head.

the note you’d left on the kitchen counter caught her eye and she picked it up with trembling hands.

‘kie, i’m so sorry we keep missing each other. another work trip came up last minute. i’ll can you when i can. i love you, always. and don’t forget to eat something decent, okay? - y/n’

setting the note down carefully, her chest tightening as she leaned against the counter. the words were kind, loving even but they weren’t enough.

nothing felt like enough right now - not your reassurances, not her efforts to stay positive. the distance between you wasn’t just physical anymore.

keira sank into the couch, staring blankly at the wall as she replayed the last few weeks in her mind, every missed moment and stilted conversation. the ache in her chest grew sharper with each memory.

—

when you finally called a few days later, keira didn’t answer right away. her phone vibrated on the coffe table as she stared at your name on the screen. it took three full rings before she moved to pick it up.

“hi,” she said her voice low and flat as she sunk back into the couch as your bright smile dropped almost immediately at your girlfriends moody demeanour.

“kei?,” you said softly you voice carrying a mix of warmth and hesitation as you chose your next words very carefully. “you okay?”

“fine.” she replied curtly. it wasn’t true, but she couldn’t bring herself to open up not after weeks of feeling like she was always the one holding on while you drifted further away from her.

a heavy silence settled between you, broken only by the faint sounds of staff wandering past as you stood outside the conference room having a fifteen minute break.

“baby, talk to me.” you finally said, you tone gentle but firm.

she let out a cruel bitter laugh as she ran a hand through her hair, “what’s there to say? your not here and i’m just.. tired.”

“tired? tired of what?” you asked cautiously as you looked around everyone wandering back into the room where you were holding the conference as you wandered to a quieter place in the building, finding a seat on a ridiculously bright green chair which unfortunately matched the walls.

“of this,” keira snapped, her voice rising slightly. “of coming home to an empty apartment. of weeks of not seeing you, of hardly talking. of feeling like i’m the only one who-“

she cut herself off, biting down on the words that were on the tip of her tongue as they almost spilled out. she didn’t want to say it. she didn’t want to admit just how lonely she felt, how much she questioned whether you still cared as much as she did.

“like your the only one who what?” you pressed, your voice trembling slightly as your eyebrows knitted together.

keira closed her eyes, willing herself to calm down. but the dam had already broken. "like i'm only one who is trying!" she burst out as her eyes bubbled with tears. "it's just so hard now, your always working, always gone when i come home and then i'm just.. here. alone"

her words hung in the air, raw and heavy. on the other end of the line you were silent for a moment, long enough that keira had started to regret saying anything at all.

"and you think this is all so easy for me?" you said quietly, your voice laced with hurt, hurt that she would even think of anything like this. "you really think i like being away from you? that i don't miss you every second of every day?"

keira opened her mouth to respond but you didn't let her, didn't give her the chance.

"i'm doing my best here, kei. i don't know what else you want from me," you continued, your voice breaking. "you know i'm trying to run a business. im exhasted and all i want is to be in your arms and i thought you understood this"

the pain in your voice cut through the girl like a knife, keira swallowed hard, her tears stinging her eyes, "i do understand as i know your always understanding of my schedule" she said her voice cracking. "but that doesnt make it any easier. i just.. i miss you, y/n so much and every time i finally get a chance to breath you're not here. and i know it's not your fault but it still hurts"

your sigh comes through the line, heavy with exhaustion and emotion, "it hurts me too kei," you said softly, trying your best to control your breathing, "but we can't keep doing this. we can't keep hurting each other like this. if we don't figure this out.."

you didn't finish you sentence, but the unspoken words hung between you. keira's breath hitched as the weight of it all pressed down leaving an uncomfortable heavy feeling in her chest.

"i don't want to lose you," she said, barely audible.

"and i don't want to lose you." you replied, "but something has to change. keira, we need to find a way to make this work cause i can't feeling like i'm failing you."

keira wiped at her eyes, her heart aching at the vulnerability in your voice. "i don't know how to fix this," she admitted.

"we'll figure it out." you said, your tone firm despite the sadness in it. "and the first step is with me coming home, tomorrow."

keira nodded along, even though you couldn't see her the words not fully processing in her head for a couple of seconds, "ok- wait no you have to finish the con-"

"no, kei. i'm coming home tomorrow morning. the conference can wait. my girl needs me. and plus whose gonna stop me, cause last time i checked i was in charge." you let a small giggle as keira hummed before mumbling an 'i love you' as you did the same thing

"i'll see you tomorrow morning, my love"

the call soon ended after, keira sat in the quiet apartment once more, the weight of your word lingering but this time she felt a little lighter knowing by this time tomorrow you'd be back in her arms again.

and true to your words, you walked through the door - well you got two steps into the apartment before keira was engulfing you in a tight hug. and while it didn't erase the pain or the distance of the past few weeks, it was a start and in the right direction. a promise to keep fighting for each other, even when it hurt and seemed out of reach.