#fcb femení

[ceesimz]

Booked - Mapi x Ingrid

TW: Mentions of blood, Ingrid gets injured during a game but it's not too bad. Feliç Sant Jordi🫶🏼

For the most part, María Pilar León Cebrián thought of herself as a calm and level-headed person in almost all situations. She was only human, there were indeed a few cases where that wasn't the case and even if her friends would never deem her as a calm person overall, she was sure that when the time came she was the model person in emergency situations.

What those one off cases were, you're wondering?

Ingrid. Syrstad. Engen.

All sensibility and composure flew far out the window as soon as Ingrid was involved, and that's where she found herself today.

It was an easy game, some may call it a battering, and Mapi had been subbed out just before the 70 minute mark so that she had somewhat of a rest before the weekend for a Champion's League game. Her performance was good, if not a little boring and easy since the other team had barely stepped a foot in Barça's penalty box, and she had a big, cheesy smile on her face when she saw that Ingrid was being subbed on just as she was coming off. And if Ingrid was annoyed about the two light pats on her ass from Mapi later before the Norwegian sprinted onto the pitch, she would simply say it was just for luck.

However, luck didn't seem to be on Ingrid's side for her quick involvement in the game. All of a sudden, it seemed the scoreline of the match had gotten to the opposing team's heads and before any of the Barça girls could realise, the physicality of the game increased tenfold. There was brutal tackle after tackle, shirt tugs, arm pulls, and risky one-on-ones for headers that saw Ona land horrifyingly on her neck and the player at fault to receive only a yellow for what everyone knew was a malicious and purposeful act. Ona was fine, she stood up after taking a few minutes to come back to herself, before moving to defend another corner as Alexia and a few other players were shouting at the referee who had made countless questionable decisions already.

"We're lucky nobody has been stretchered off yet." Mapi exclaimed to Frido from her seat on the bench, arms tightly crossed across her chest over her puffer coat.

"It's not a surprise though, right." Frido sighed disapprovingly, referring to the situation everyone was frustrated at in terms of the Liga F referees.

"Es tonterías." The Spaniard grumbled, slumping back in her chair as the whistle blew for the corner to be taken.

Her sulk didn't last long, it couldn't, because perhaps the most frightful occurrence of her life carried out right in front of her eyes. The ball curled right into the box where Ingrid was marking the targeted player at the front post, and the Norwegian wasn't able get a clean jump as the player to her side stomped on her foot aggressively. But before she could fall to the ground as a result of the pain of studs being dug into the space just below her ankle, there was an agonising strike to her face.

An elbow smashed against the outward corner of her eye hard, a sharp and sudden pain that immediately caused her to feel sick to the pit of her stomach, overriding any pain in her foot. She fell to her knees with a loud, excruciating scream, one hand immediately coming up to her face as the other clutches desperately at the goalpost beside her that she slumped against. When her hand came into contact with her face, she let out another scream, this one somewhat quieter, as the pain increased due to a nasty gash that stretched up into her eyebrow which stung impossibly more when she touched it. That's when she realised her hand was covered in blood and the sight of it caused her body to weaken as she paled, absolutely not a fan of blood. Her hands fell out in front of her as she kneeled over, side still pressed against the post, and she tipped her head forward to prevent anymore from dripping down her face.

The opposition's counter attack had to be stopped by Jana before the referee eventually blew their whistle. Jana had been subbed on for Mapi earlier and was now fuelled with rage, leading to her delivering an outstanding slide tackle to the player rushing towards her on the halfway line. Everyone will give her her kudos after the game for such a perfect tackle, it really didn't get much better than that, but for now the focus was, rightfully so, on Ingrid.

Alexia, Salma, and a few others had called for the game to be stopped as they rushed over to Ingrid the second she went down, absolutely enraged that a player had suffered not only a possible concussion which should have stopped the game straight away, but also had a gushing cut which was even more reason, if at all needed, for the whistle to be blown. Lucy and Irene were already arguing with the referee as words were ushered to Ingrid, but they were lost on her due to the intense ringing in her ears.

Mapi watched every second of it from the bench. When she saw the initial stamp on Ingrid, she stood from her chair and clutched at the back of the one in front of her as she voiced her outrage at such a blatant act. However, that was nothing compared to the reaction she had when she saw the hit to her girlfriend's face, followed by the stream of red. It was almost the exact same scenario she had gone through a while back, but her fear was about a million times more intense this time around since it was Ingrid. Her Ingrid.

When Mapi went through the same injury, she had been relatively calm when it had happened, and it had stayed that way as the medics attended to her before she was able to go back out onto the pitch. This time? Her emotions ripped through her and swiftly took control of her mind.

Even as Frido tried to hold her back, Mapi raced out of the seating area and onto the sidelines. An endless amount of colourful expletives left her mouth, cussing out the referee and the other team and just about anyone she could think to blame for causing such an avoidable situation. Jona and a few of the other Barcelona staff tried to call her back and stop her from acting out, but it was futile. She needed an outlet for her worries and if disguising her anxiety with anger was the first alternative her panicked mind thought of, she was fine with that. Some rational part of her mind had prevented her from rushing onto the pitch towards Ingrid, but that's about as far as she got.

The match officials came over to her and gave her multiple warnings about her actions but that didn't stop her, nothing would stop her until she knew Ingrid was alright. By now, the medics had made it to Ingrid and were cleaning up her, but Mapi had tunnel vision that she only snapped out of when the referee showed her a yellow card. Not the player that had brutally stamped on Ingrid, not the player that elbowed her, neither of them, the referee chose Mapi instead. The Spaniard could only laugh, and she went to let loose on the figure in front of her again but was stopped by Alexia, who had noticed the situation playing out after she had stepped away from Ingrid.

"Hey! Hey! Step down, stop, Mapi!" Alexia pushed her back off the pitch by her shoulders, the shorter woman not even realising she had gone onto it. "I know you are upset but you will get suspended if you carry on. Cálmate, María, ahora."

"That puta, she h-"

"Oi! I know, I saw it. Ingrid is fine though, just a bit freaked out." Alexia squeezes her shoulders before letting go and pointing over to the Norwegian, who was now sat up with her head being held still by one of the medics whilst the other gently dabs at the wound on her face. "See? She is okay. You can speak to her when she comes off, but for now calm down. This is not something to get suspended over."

"She's okay?" Mapi mumbles quietly to her friend after a moment, a concerned frown on her face as her eyes don't drift from Ingrid's spot on the pitch.

"Yes. You can find out for yourself in a minute." Alexia tells her, hands on her hips as she stands beside her. Mapi nods solemnly, all the fight gone from her, watching on silently.

Ingrid stands up and is met with an applause as she does so, one of the medics carefully lifting the blood-soaked jersey over her head before guiding her to the sidelines. With one eye, she spots an antsy looking María waiting for her and it makes her smile, feeling significantly better than she did a few minutes ago. When she arrives in front of Mapi, the Spaniard hastily unzips her coat and takes it off before draping it over Ingrid's bare shoulders.

"Thank you." Ingrid mumbles to her, grateful for the act as she was a bit cold now that she wasn't running around anymore. Mapi can't get a word out so just nods vigorously at her, something that makes her laugh a little and it's a noise that fills Mapi with relief.

The staff urge Ingrid to sit down in a chair at the back of the dugout and the Norwegian pats the chair beside her for Mapi to sit in, to which the Spaniard does immediately.

"Are you okay?" Mapi asks her breathlessly. Before Ingrid can answer, the cut is shown to her when the medic moves the gauze away from her eyebrow. "Ouch!"

"Why are you saying that?" Ingrid laughs, wincing when the gash is cleaned again with an alcohol wipe.

"Sorry, princesa, it freaked me out." Mapi answers with another grimace, though she looks at the cut quite inquisitively for someone so 'freaked' out.

"What a kind thing to say to your injured girlfriend." Keira said from one of the chairs in front of her, Ingrid giggling as Mapi looked a bit sheepish.

"Eso es un poco repugnante." Vicky comments from beside Keira.

"Oi! That's my girlfriend, nena." Mapi scolds her before turning back to Ingrid and scoffing when the dark-haired woman rolls her eyes.

"Hush, María. You don't need to play the hero." Everyone around falls suspiciously silent around her when Ingrid says that. She squints her eyes at her friends as the medics begin to bandage her up, eyes flicking between each person. "What is going on?"

"Nada." Mapi shrugged, sending what she thought was a sneaky warning glance to her but Ingrid caught it of course. The Norwegian sends a stern look of her own to her teammates, a silent plea for them to tell her whatever she wasn't clued in on.

"Mapi got booked for running her mouth off to the ref when you went down." Keira reveals, Mapi gasping harshly and slapping her shoulder.

"Oi, chivato!" She shouts, before turning back to Ingrid with a grimaced smile. "Sorry?"

"María, why?" Ingrid fixes her with another stern look, but unfortunately for Mapi, ever the childish one, she can't really take her seriously when she's got a comical amount of bandages wrapped around her head, looking like Mr Bump from the Mr Men books. "That was silly, you didn't need to do that. You could have got suspended!"

"I was scared!" Mapi argues, shoulders stuck in a shrug as she held her hands up blamelessly. "I feel better now, now that you're..."

"I'm what?" Ingrid pushes her, knowing that the words about to come out of Mapi's mouth weren't anything along the lines of 'now that you're okay' or 'now that I'm with you'.

"Now that you look really cute with that big bandage." Mapi comments with a mischievous grin, hearing some of the girls and staff around her laugh as Ingrid makes an outraged noise.

"María! I didn't tease you when you had the same bandage!" Ingrid exclaims, nudging her arm.

"I'm kidding, princesa, I'm joking!" Mapi defends herself, placing a hand on her bare knee and the other on her forearm. "Sorry elskling, I am."

Ingrid can't stay annoyed at the older woman for too long, not when she looks equally as adorable when she's begging for forgiveness, not when she's calling her pet names in Norwegian, and not when Ingrid knows she's just trying to lighten the situation and make her feel better. It's why she loves her, after all.

"You are annoying." Ingrid murmurs lovingly, shrugging the coat off and handing it back to Mapi when she gets given a fresh jersey. "Am I good to go back on?"

The medics have cleared her for now and Jona gives her the nod, so she stands but is quickly pulled back by Mapi who grabs her hand.

"Be careful, princesa." Mapi tells her in a soft, pleading voice. Ingrid nods and smiles when Mapi kisses the back of her hand before giving her a shy wave and walking to the sidelines.

Thankfully, the rest of the game goes off without a hitch, no more nasty fouls and not quite so much fury running through the other team. At the end of the game, Mapi joins her team in going through all the post-match procedures like the huddle and handshakes and fan interactions, before following Ingrid to the physio room like a lost puppy.

Before they start to take the bandage off though, Mapi grabs her phone from her coat pocket and makes sure to take plenty of photos of Ingrid with her head wrapped up, something that the Norwegian complains about before swiping the phone out of her hand and sliding it underneath her back where she lay on one of the beds. Mapi pouts dramatically before moving to stand at the top of the bed so that she's out of the way of the medical team.

They go through the process of taking off the bandage before examining it more closely now that they're not stuck in a mid-game rush, deciding that it can be solved with some stitches. Surprisingly, it's not Ingrid whose face pales at that, it's Mapi. But she just gives Ingrid a weak smile when the Norwegian looks up at her, squeezing the taller woman's shoulder comfortingly. Then, Mapi further grimaces when one of the doctors gives Ingrid a tiny injection in her eyebrow to numb the area before they start stitching. The Spaniard has her eyes screwed shut at that point, hand still placed reasurringly on her girlfriend's shoulder, until the doctor says he's done.

He gives the couple space for a while to allow the injection to work, at which point Alexia decides to walk over from where she'd been watching the whole thing, mainly her long-time friend.

"Stitches, no?" Alexia says, wandering over still in her kit except she'd swapped her boots for a pair of sliders.

"Yeah, stitches." Ingrid frowns, not quite a fan of the idea of it.

"You scared?" Alexia wonders, quickly shooting a smug, knowing grin at Mapi.

"Mhm. Mapi wouldn't stop gagging when she was getting her stitches." Ingrid and Alexia share a laugh as Mapi pulls a face at them both.

"That's because Mapi is a gallina. You should have seen her face when they injected your eyebrow, I saw the whole thing." Alexia teases as she looks back at Mapi whose face was now quite red, Ingrid giggling and also gazing up at her embarrassed girlfriend.

"No es justo, Ale." Mapi murmurs, glaring at both women.

"Cheer up, cobarde." Alexia lightly pats Mapi's cheek twice before the doctor comes back in.

"Ingrid, try to raise your eyebrow for me." All three people in the room standing over Ingrid watch amusedly as she tries so very hard to do as she was asked, but to no avail. "Perfect. Let's get started."

Alexia moves to grab a chair and sits on it backwards with her arms crossed over the top edge of it, smirking at the slight fear present in Mapi's eyes. The pair of them stay silent as they watch the doctor stitch up her eyebrow, and when he gets to the last few, Alexia grasps Mapi's hand that was gripping the edge of the bed so firmly her hands hurt.

"Come on, Mapi, you're doing so well, amiga. Nearly done, you're doing so well." Alexia reasurres her friend dramatically, Ingrid bursting out into laughter at the ridiculousness of it. Mapi grunts in frustration and slaps Alexia's hand away, lightly shoving her out of the chair and taking her seat.

The doctor quickly does a once over of his work before asking Ingrid a few questions where he decides she's all done for the night. With a quick thanks, he nods and smiles at the three, then leaves them to it.

"We will have matching scars, princesa." Mapi grins childishly at the thought, Alexia and Ingrid both rolling their eyes.

"Buena, I will leave you both. Make sure to look after her, yes Ingrid? She's a delicate little mariposa." Alexia pouts at Mapi like she's the injured one, pinching her cheek like a baby.

"Vete al diablo." Mapi slaps her thigh once more, then watches as Alexia squeezes Ingrid's hand quickly before bidding them both goodbye and leaving the room.

Mapi turns back to Ingrid who is already looking over at her, heads both at the same height now that Mapi was sat down, and Ingrid had a humoured but adorable look on her face.

"Not you too." Mapi grumbled.

"I did not know you were so squeamish, María. You can't even look at a tiny injection?" Ingrid grins at her, moving to sit up and swing her legs over the edge of the bed, her feet grazing Mapi's shins.

"I'm not so perfect after all, princesa, sorry I kept that a secret from you for so long." And just like that, her teasing nature was back.

"Ha ha, Mapi. Very funny." Ingrid rolls her eyes, now in a little bit of pain due to the dark bruising beginning to come out.

Mapi smiles a toothy grin up at her, leaning forward to rest her arms on Ingrid's thighs and rest her chin atop them. Ingrid huffs a breath of laughter and rests back on one hand, the other moving to tuck some of Mapi's hair behind her ear.

"How do you feel?" Mapi wonders, one of her fingers pushing Ingrid's shorts up ever so slightly so that she can stroke her thumb along the soft, tanned skin that's there.

"Tired. I have a bit of a headache." In Ingrid's terms, a bit of a headache meant quite an uncomfortable headache, that Mapi had learnt in the time they'd been together.

"Well, you do not have a concussion which is good. Good for me because then I don't have to tape my mouth shut like last time." They both laugh at the reminder, Mapi simply gazing up at Ingrid. "We will get you some medicine for your head and I will drive home. Are you showering before we go?"

"Mm, no. Can we have a bath at home?" Ingrid asks shyly, and Mapi swears she feels her heart double, triple in size at the sound of her voice.

"If you'd like. Anything for min kjære. Mi princesa."

Sure, maybe Mapi wasn't always a calm and collected woman, but who wouldn't panic when someone like Ingrid was in the face of danger? María Pilar León Cebrián would, that's for sure. She'd happily get booked every game she played if it was for defending Ingrid, even if it Alexia or Jona wouldn't exactly be too happy with that. Because when the sun is staring at you with such a beautiful face, it's hard not to get blinded by it.

#mapi leon #ingrid engen #mapi leon x ingrid engen #ingrid engen x mapi leon #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso x reader #mapi león #fcb femení #fcb femeni #alexia putellas

[didalexiabreakupwitholgayet]

no big deal. just aitana picking up pep guardiola, driving him around the city, making chit chat, and talking about how barcelona has changed. 🥹

"i was quite nervous and more so considering that i had to pick him up at his house and take him all over barcelona until we got to the place where we were going...it was a bit strange" 😂

#aitana bonmati #pep guardiola #fcb femení #futfem #woso #i love this for her #aitana's documentary is worth watching on 3cat

[wosobronze]

oh they’re so unintentionally funny😭😭

#lucy bronze #alexia putellas #lucia corrales #barça femeni #fcb femení

[engenxfutfem]

Alexia and Ingrid

#alexia putellas #ingrid engen #fcb femení #fcb femeni #fc barcelona #futfem #woso #football #barcelona femeni #barça #lgbtq #españa #norway #woso community

[alexiasfutbol]

Bona Diada de Sant Jordi!

Especially to these hardcore Catalans, Barcelona girls and flower enthusiast couple 🌹

#alexia putellas #olga rios #alexia and olga #woso #barca femeni #fcb femení #woso community

[wileys-russo]

it appears the man city to Liga F (specifically barça) pipeline is back alive and well

#fcb femení #barca femeni #ellie roebuck #woso community #woso

[22plus15]

sometimes you have to make your own bench (creds: unnatinphoto)

#lucy bronze #lucía corrales #alexia putellas #fcb femení #barcelona femeni #barça femeni #games #240424

[skipper1331]

Reputation // Alexia Putellas

a/n: based off this request.

Alexia Putellas.

La reina.

Queen of football.

Fan favorite - everybody’s favorite.

It was simple: Alexia doesn’t get rejected.

Or so everyone thought. While in fact, Alexia was asked out often, she was usually the one who would decline the offer. Most of them not interested in her as a person but as the media girl.

Yet that didn‘t stop her from having fun, very fun nights.

Alexia Putellas had a reputation - the fuck girl.

Which is why everybody warned you about her.

"Keep your distance"

"She‘s no good"

"She has a reputation"

"A teammate nothing more"

-

Alexia’s eyes follow you as you entered the gym.

You looked good, the barca gear made you glow.

"Don‘t even think about it" Lucy warned, stepping in front of Alexia. Lucy’s eyes narrowed as she glared at la reina. The midfielder looked confused before a smirk grew on her face, realizing what the defender meant. "I‘m warning you, Alexia. Do not dare" the english growled.

"I‘m not doing anything" she grinned, eyes back on you as she watched you talking to Patri.

Lucy was aware of Alexias bad reputation and she knew that the sunshine you were, it was most likely for Alexia to shoot her shot. But Lucy would be damned if she didn‘t try to stop it.

The defender and you always had a close relationship, you had played together at City and for the lionesses. Lucy had to protect you. There was no bad cell in your body, you were a ray of sunshine - smiley, sweet and positive. She’d never forgive herself if anything happens to you.

-

"Enjoying Barcelona?" a voice asked, a hand touching your back before they sat down. Alexia.

The team was out in a restaurant as they celebrated Fridos birthday.

"It‘s nice here" you answered. The older woman chuckled, "here" handing you a drink.

"Oh, I don‘t dri-" you tried to explain before the midfielder cut you off, "it‘s water" she smiled, scooting closer.

What both of you failed to notice was the glare that Lucy sent Alexia, the way her eyes burnt holes in the captains head. Yet what Lucy failed to notice was the blush that started to cover your cheeks, Alexias gaze wandering over your features. "Tell me about yourself, y/n" she smiled softly, sipping on her own drink.

The night was about to start.

-

"When did you leave last night?" Lucy asked as she walked beside you towards the pitch.

"I don‘t know, actually. I left with Ale" you replied.

Lucy stopped in her tracks, grabbing your wrist, "what did you say?!"

"She drove me home"

"That‘s it?"

"That‘s it" you confirmed.

"Stay away from her, she‘s not the girl you think she is"

Again something you had heard more than once before.

-

"Hey" the Catalonian greeted, pressing a kiss to your cheek. In respond, you blushed furiously, shyly looking to the ground as the girl giggled at your behavior. "You look pretty" she flirted, eyeing you up and down. Something about the way the Barca outfits hugged your body made her heart race, skin tingle and mind spin with thoughts of what she wanted to do with you.

"Thank you. You look also nice" you smiled. The simple smile you sent Alexia made heart her burst with emotion. She wanted to make you smile everyday.

Just as she was about to ask what you‘re going later, a certain English defender called your name.

"I have to go" you stated, walking to Lucy. The captain growled, Lucy was getting on her last nerve.

-

In the bus, you starred out of the window as you waited for your bus buddy.

you loved the bus, something about the rides and the bonding made it so special. While you weren‘t one of the louder ones, you loved to observe everybody on the bus.

In the front, coach and staff, talking and analyzing.

In the middle the quieter ones, the ones who enjoy reading, studying or sleeping.

And in the back, the extroverts, the ones who would never shut up and couldn‘t sit still.

It surprised you when you felt a different presence next to you, not the one who it was usually. A familiar scent hit your nostrils, a scent you learned to like, a scent that made you inhale sharply.

"Hola" Alexia greeted, slumping down in the seat next to you. You looked around, searching for your bus buddy who was sitting next to Alexia’s bus buddy, shrugging her shoulders at your questioning look. "What are you doing here?" you asked rather harshly.

Alexia gulped, "do you not want me here?"

"N-no. I- um" nervously you scratched the back of your neck, "you usually don‘t sit next to me" you smiled shyly.

"But now I want to" she explained, her eyes searching for any sign of discomfort. There was none. "I watched the movie you recommended"

"Did you like it? Who‘s your favorite character?" question after question left your mouth. Each one la reina answered happily. She loved talking to you, how passionate you got and how interested you seemed to be in whatever other people said.

-

Alexia couldn’t stay away from you.

Not when you smiled at her, the way you do.

Not when you laughed, the way you do.

Not when you just existed.

Her mind was consumed by the thoughts of you. Everything you did made her heart race.

Alexia Putellas, la reina, the queen of football, was falling you.

And even though she was known for her fun nights and had a bad reputation because of that, ever since you had entered her life it stopped. She didn‘t look nor acknowledge other women, she only had eyes for you.

-

Movie night at Patri‘s.

You arrived exhausted, eyes already heavy as you took a seat on the bean bag. The team was gathered around the living room, the curtains closed as snacks were standing on the coffee table. You didn‘t know why you were so tired, you just were. It didn‘t take long for your eyes to fully close. As your body started to lean down, almost falling off the bean bag, Alexia reacted without a second thought. Quickly, she left her seat on the couch and kneeled next to you. Instead of your head falling against the floor, it fell against her chest. The girls were too occupied by the movie to even notice the change - besides Lucy. The English woman watched the scene in front of her, Alexia scooping your small figure up and positioning the two of you on the bean bag, her arms securely around you, your head resting against her chest as she looked down at you, a loving smile across her features.

For once, Lucy didn‘t glare at the midfielder but had a small smile on her face. Maybe Alexia was indeed not the person who she thought she was.

-

Barcelona was facing Athletic Bilbao and while you were in the starting eleven, Alexia rested on the bench.

The game didn’t start the way she wanted it to - too much chaos. It didn‘t ease her nerves either that every time you had the ball, you were smashed to the ground a second after. It made her mad actually, furios even. In her mother tongue she started to curse, at first it was just an angry whisper until it turned into mad shouting. What the fuck was wrong with that ref?! Was he blind?

"Calm down, he already warned you" Lucy told her firmly, pulling her back to her seat. "She‘s getting hurt!" the midfielder huffed, crossing her arms.

"I know" it took every inch of self-control in her body not to join Alexia‘s shouting.

The Catalonian looked at Lucy, eyes so full of helplessness, "this is personal" she whispered.

With raised brows, Lucy questioned Alexia‘s statement. What was personal? How? "Look at number 6. We have, um, history?"

"You fucked her?"

"Yes"

"And she wanted more but you didn‘t even remember her name?"

"yeah…"

Lucy turned away, her gaze back on the pitch - observing

"She is different" Alexia whispered, "I don‘t know. My heart is- so incredibly happy by just seeing her smile. I want to make her smile. I think I’m in love-"

Just as Alexia was about to admit her love for you, something she had never done nor felt before, Lucy and the whole bench jumped from their seats, yelling furiously.

Harsh tackle.

Your ankle connecting with cleats. Cleats who belonged to number 6.

Your body was shaking violently while you clutched your ankle, crying. The girls on the field tried their best to comfort you, medics already examining your foot. Nervously Lucy and Alexia walked along the sidelines, biting their nails. Even though anger flashed through their bodies, their one priority was your well-being and it didn‘t look like you were feeling well, not at all. The decision was clear: you‘re coming off. Mariona and Marta supported you as you hobbled with tear stained cheeks off the field, where Alexia and Lucy immediately took over their part.

-

Thankfully, it wasn‘t something too serious. The medics gave you a boot and crutches, so you wouldn‘t injure your foot any further on your way back to Barcelona.

Relief washed over the teams body as they saw you back with them, smiling. That tackle looked harsh and nothing but a yellow card was shown. "Should‘ve been a red" some of the girls grumbled as you joined their huddle before they swarmed out, interacting with fans.

"Little one, how are you feeling?" the English defender asked, looking at you skeptically. "I‘m alright, just need to rest" you stated.

Alexia watched you from afar while she talked to one of the medics. She had to know everything - down to the detail. She addressed it as captain duties, what was best for her team but in reality, she needed to know for her sake. Were you alright? When will your recovery start? How will your treatment look like? Will you be back for the el Classico (not because she wanted your talent too rushed back on the field but because she knew how much the el Classico meant to you.) Alexia asked every question that popped up in her mind and even though the medic was annoyed because most of her questions were already answered, just a little bit differently explained, he was happy that she cared for you so deeply.

Though when a third person entered your conversation with Lucy, she became alert, her latest question long forgotten. "What the fuck" she growled, marching over to where you were, arm snuggling around your waist as she glared at number 6. you gasped slightly at the cold yet gentle touch around your back.

"Alexia" the woman said, to which Alexia only gave a nod.

"Can I talk to you for a minute in private?" number 6 asked you nicely, ignoring the murderous glare Alexia sent her, who was joined by Lucy‘s glare. "Sure" you replied, walking out of earshot.

"Lo siento" she started, gesturing to your boot, "I didn’t mean to" she apologized sincerely, "how bad is it?"

La reina was going crazy - why the fuck was she standing so close to you? Even worse, touching your arm! Jealousy filled her body, a deep frown displayed on her face. It only deepened when you started giggling with the enemy.

"Are you not going to do something about it?" Lucy asked, crossing her arms.

"I absolutely will!" when number 6 pressed a kiss to your cheek, the midfielder lost it. Within seconds she was by your side, shielding you from the other woman who was way too close to you. "You can go now!" she growled, intimidating number 6.

She left.

She wouldn‘t risk it to fight la reina.

"Hey! I was talking to her" you grumbled.

"She was kissing you!"

"She apologized"

"By kissing you?!" her voice level raised, fingers resting at the bridge of her nose.

Everything started getting too much for Alexia, why was she so angry? why couldn’t she control her emotions? She always could! Why not now?!

"I have to go"

As quickly as she had appeared, she disappeared again.

-

Alexia avoided you on the way back to Barcelona. Like she used to she sat with her friends in the back, your bus buddy next to you. La reina seemed to have forgotten you existed, occupied by other things - though that wasn‘t true at all. For the midfielder there was no one else existing but you.

She felt the urge to sit next to you, explain herself and to wash that stupid kiss off your cheek - to pepper her own kisses all over your face. She did none of it, she just watched you in silence while the girls talked and talked and talked.

-

The bus arrived in Barcelona hours later, it was already dark outside, only a few cars left on the road. Every girl was eager to get out of the bus and go home, the day has been long and everybody was exhausted.

You were standing in the bus, waiting for everybody to get out, Alexia behind you. Occasionally, her hand would brush against yours as you waited for the girls in front of you to exit the bus. Your breath hitched when you felt Alexia’s pinky intertwine with yours - you didn‘t turn to her, your gaze fixed on Mapi‘s back. The only reaction she got was the blush that arose on your cheeks which you quickly covered with coughing. "You alright?" Mapi asked, holding her arm out to help you down the stairs as your crutches were safely stored away near the suitcases. "Yeah, thank you" you smiled.

With sad eyes, Ale watched you leave.

-

"How is your ankle?" the Catalonian asked, watching you walk out of the physio room.

"It‘s good. I don‘t have to rest anymore" you replied sweetly, happy to be able to train with the team again. "that‘s great" the captain stated, following your steps to the changing room. She wanted to say so much yet no words left her mouth. The effect you had on her was something she never experienced before. It wasn‘t just your smile or laugh that made her heart race, every time she was near you her knees went weak, her palms got sweaty and she became a nervous wreck.

-

The el Classico win felt euphoric. A 5-0 win, wow. Barca had destroyed Real and the team couldn‘t be happier.

It was an unspoken rule for the team to celebrate after winning against Real Madrid. Which is why the team met at their local club, all of the girls dressed up, ready to eat, drink and dance.

You considered not to go - you weren‘t the type of person who enjoyed going out much but then again, dressing up, eating and little bit of dancing didn’t sound too bad, did it?

That‘s how you found yourself in the filled club, friends and strangers around you. You sat next to Patri and Pina, talking about something when Alexia joined the table again. She looked breathtaking, her outfit hugged her body perfectly - everybody was drooling, including you.

Throughout the night numerous people asked her to dance or for her number, each time she would decline politely, searching for your eyes shortly after. She wanted to talk to you, so desperately.

As another woman appeared who started talking to Alexia, even laughing with her, you left the table, "I’m getting something to drink, does anybody want something?" you asked.

Making your way over to the bar, you took a seat on one of the bar stools, "one water, vodka on ice, a martini and mojito, please" you ordered.

Alexia watched you like hawk, the rather abrupt leaving and the quick steps catching her attention.

She wanted to follow you, she really wanted to - she didn‘t.

You came back with all of the wished drinks, walking past la reina and the girl she was talking to.

"Let‘s dance!" Ona suddenly yelled, grabbing your wrist and pulling you on the dance floor, the girl already more than just tipsy. Nonetheless, you accepted her dragging you to the dance floor, arms around your neck as she danced. "Arms around my waist, chica!" you did as she wished, not having a clue about dancing but happily doing whatever the younger girl requested. It was her first derby win, let the girl celebrate.

La reina didn‘t enjoy that at all. Seeing the young defenders arms all over you and the close dancing made her burst with emotion. That should be her. She should be dancing with you. Nobody should talk to her besides you.

It should be you and her.

"Fuck it" walking over to you, the midfielders arms snuggled around your waist, pulling you against her front as you left Ona‘s touch completely. "Can I steal her for a moment?" Alexia asked in her mother tongue, smiling nicely at her national teammate who nodded, continuing her dancing.

"You look so beautiful, mi amor" she whispered in your ear. You looked at her with wide eyes, frowning.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"You‘re-" you cut yourself off, not knowing what to say, "Just- leave me alone" left your lips. Wiggling out of her grasp, you walked towards the exit, Alexia close behind. Outside the club, she gently grabbed your wrist, "what do you mean with that?"

"Leave me alone! What game are you playing, hm?!"

"Que?"

"Don‘t you think I know about your little reputation? Barcelonas star footballer loves to fuck random girls" you gritted through your teeth, hidden feelings bubbling up.

"I‘ve been warned about you. And I ignored each warning because you were so nice and caring." you told her, the captain taking back by your sudden outburst, "I don‘t want to be part of your stupid reputation!"

"Stop talking" the midfielder stopped you, face stern, "fuck, do you think I‘d use you?!"

"I don’t know what to think! In one second you‘re getting mad at me because someone kissed my cheek, then you ignore me and then you‘re so lovely, just to talk to some woman again! You‘re so confusing!"

"I haven’t looked at other women since you joined Barca! You‘re the only person I want to look at!" she inhaled sharply before she dropped your hands, resting her forehead against yours, "I don’t want to be confusing" her hands found their place on your waist.

"Are you going home with that woman?"

It was the question that had bothered you the whole night, you just had to know. "No, of course not. She‘s a friend from Alba. I haven’t- you know, not since you‘re here." la reina admitted, "I‘m in love with you and this is all so new, I don’t know how to do this but I’m willing to learn."

You stared at her, was this real? Your heart was racing, breath hitching at the slightest movement of Alexia’s hands, her breath fanning - so close to you.

"No"

"No?"

"No."

Taking a step back, you left her embrace. This was too much - you couldn’t think straight. You wanted to believe her, you really did but you had to protect yourself. You couldn’t be one of her flings. It would hurt too much, to see her and knowing what you‘ve done.

"I‘m sorry, Alexia"

you left without turning back.

You felt your heart hammer in your chest, already regretting your choice, the sad look on Alexia’s face haunting you.

Her eyes followed you until you were out of sight. She felt numb. She sat down on the nearest bench, head resting in her hands as she tried to contain herself.

She wanted to cry, she wanted to go home, she wanted to hide under duvet the rest of her life. She embarrassed herself and that wasn‘t who she was.

She was Alexia Putellas.

La reina.

Queen of football.

Fan favorite - everybody’s favorite, just not your favorite.

From all the names she‘d been called, your favorite would have been the best - the greatest honor, actually.

"Hey, are you alright?" a thick english accent asked, sitting down next to her.

"Sí! Sí, I’m good, i‘m good" she rushed out as she looked up, wiping away the tears that had left her eyes just seconds ago. "What‘s happened?" Lucy asked.

"She- she rejected me" Ale whispered, shoulders sagging - exhaustion written over her features.

The defender was silent for a few minutes, letting Alexia calm down and gather her thoughts.

"You know, you can’t blame her" Lucy explained, "your reputation isn‘t the best"

"I don’t blame her. It just hurts so much"

the english woman laid her arm around the midfielders shoulder, trying to comfort her. Lucy knew you liked her but you feared that you‘d be a someone on her list. Also, she knew how awful it felt to get rejected. "She‘s scared"

"Of me?"

"Of your past"

The Catalonian gulped, why had she been so stupid? Why did she build up a reputation? She hated herself for it. All she wanted was you. You weren‘t like the girls whose namens she couldn‘t even remember. You were so, so much more.

She remembered everything you once told her.

She remembered the way you like your coffee and tea.

She remembered your favorite book, movie and show.

She remembered your stories.

She knew which flowers you liked.

She knew that you didn‘t like drinking.

She knew every detail about the things you told her.

"She‘s special" the Barcelona captain stated, firm with her words as she spoke facts.

"Show her."

-

Over the next few weeks, Ale did what Lucy told her to. She showed you how much she respected you, bought you flowers and did little things. She‘d tie your shoes, she‘d refill your glass, and so on. She did everything in her power to make you realize that she was worth a chance - that her past didn’t define her. And that she won‘t continue this path.

-

"How are you feeling about the win and the teams performance?" the interviewer asked Alexia who smiled politely at the lady.

"The team performed great, we played very well. We created a lot of chances which we ultimately took advantage of" she replied.

The interview continued like that, analyzing the game, talking about the impact the subs brought with them and the things the team could’ve done better.

It seemed like a normal interview until it took a turn, much to Alexia’s dislike.

"You haven’t been seen with any girls lately - what‘s happened to this version of yourself?"

Unfortunately for the interviewer, you were in earshot. Your body filled with rage. How can someone be this inappropriate? In an instant you marched over, your hips pushing Alexia slightly out of the camera angle, arm protectively around her waist. "This interview is ended" you stated sternly. You weren’t a media person at all, never knowing what to say, more of a private person - that question was enough for you to throw everything overboard. This was nothing but disrespectful.

You grabbed Alexia’s hand, about to pull her fully away from the media as she instead stepped back in.

"That version fell in love"

with that being said, she let you drag her away into the tunnel.

You grumbled something to yourself, angry about the fact that the lady had the audacity to ask something like that, "why did you answer that? You gave her so much satisfaction by answering!"

"Stop pacing around, please" gently she grabbed your wrists, frowning as the scowl didn’t leave your features.

"It was the right thing to do" she answered calmly while her index finger tried to erase the wrinkle between your brows.

"No- she-"

"I am in love with you and i want everyone to know that," she stated, "I‘m not that person anymore!"

You inhaled, closing your eyes as you relaxed in her close proximity.

"I know you‘re not"

"One chance, that‘s all i ask for" she pleaded, her hand cupping your cheek.

"Okay"

"Okay?"

"Okay."

Both of you smiled shyly with cheeks crimson red.

-

Alexia stood next to the door, waiting for you to exit the Barcelona facility.

Finally, when she saw you leaving the building, she pushed herself off the wall and quickly slipped her hand into yours, "hi" she smiled, teeth showing as you matched her smile. "I was thinking… um, would you like to go out? With me? On a date?" She had been nervous all day long, wanting to ask the question.

Your smile grew wide, "I’d love to!"

"great!" the captain beamed, "I’ll pick you up" she left your touch, happily walking towards her car before realizing something. Hurriedly, she made her way back to you, "tonight, 6pm, i mean"

-

She was Alexia Putellas.

La reina.

Queen of football.

Fan favorite - everybody’s favorite.

"Amor, say it." she whined, pressing multiple kisses over your face. You wiggled in her grasp as she straddled your waist, your giggles filling the room - heaven for her ears.

"Noooooo"

The captain looked down at you, a mischief smirk making its way on her face.

"Don‘t you dare, Ale!" you laughed, but it was too late - the tickle fight broke out. It was obvious that your girlfriend was winning, no chance for you to win as she had you pinned down on the couch.

"Say it, mi amor"

"only if i get a kiss…" you grinned.

Within seconds Alexia leaned down, pecking your lips.

giggling, you added, "…or two"

she leaned back down, pecking your lips once more. "or three or four or five" you sing-sang, laughing at the midfielders playful glare. After multiple added kisses, Ale had enough. She cupped your cheeks, lips pressing against your own with a gentle force. The air was knocked out of your lungs. Her thumb caressed your cheeks and you couldn‘t help but smile into the kiss as she kissed you with so much love and appreciation.

"you’re my favorite"

———————

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[mapiforpresident]

Most Likely To

Alexia x reader

warnings: none

~~~

It was currently almost Valentine's day, so Barcelona was having all the team couples do some short interviews to post on the actual day.

Alexia was not a fan of this, but she saw that you were excited, she reluctantly agreed. She wanted to maintain her professional captain persona, but she also knew that it was important for people to see that she was also a normal person at the end of the day and that it was ok for her to be dating a woman.

~~~

"Hey, how was your interview," you asked Mapi and Ingrid as they walked out of the media room. They had their interview right before yours.

"It was really good we had to see who knew each other better and Ingrid won. I forgot her first pets name." Mapi told you. "I think you guys are doing the who is mostly likely to challange. I am excited to see if we learn anything new about big tough Ale over here that we didn't know." You laughed at this agreeing that you would make sure the fans learn how much of a softie Ale is for you.

~~~

You and Alexia then walked into the room as the media people explained how it would work and set up your mics. The interviewer then got started facing the camera, "Ok today we have special guests Alexia and Y/n. Today they will be playing the who is most likely to challange. They each have a paddle with their face on one side and the others face on the back. I will ask some questions and they have to show the face of who they think it fits better. At the end we also have a couple questions sent in by fans. Let's get started with the first question.."

"Ok we will start off very easy. The first question is who is most likely to forget their boots at home?"

You both immediately held up the side of the paddle with your face.

"I may have forgotten them before the champions league final. Luckily someone had an extra pair in my size. Ale always asks me three times if I have my boots now before we leave the house." You responded laughing towards the camera.

"She is very forgetful, she even forgot her passport before a game onetime and had to fly in the next day. I definitely made her run extra laps for that." You definitely gave Alexia a few heart attacks from all the times you forget things.

"Who is most likely to cry during a sad movie?" the interviewer queried with a grin.

You both exchanged a glance. You raised Alexia face as she reluctantly did the same. It was no secret to you or the team that Alexia had a soft spot for emotional films, often shedding a tear or two during particularly touching scenes.

As the interview progressed, the questions delved deeper into your relationship, sparking laughter and fond memories between you and Alexia.

The interviewer grinned as she posed the next question, her eyes flickering mischievously between you and Alexia. "Alright, who is most likely to hog the blankets in bed?"

You both hesitated for a moment, exchanging playful glances before simultaneously flipping the paddles to reveal the others face.

You chuckled, nudging Alexia playfully. "Come on, admit it. You're the blanket thief."

Alexia raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Oh, please. You practically cocoon yourself in the blankets every night."

As the interview drew to a close, the final question sent in by fans brought a sense of warmth to the room. "Who is most likely to surprise the other with a romantic gesture?"

Without hesitation, you both raised your paddles, a shared smile of affection passing between you. Despite the playful teasing and occasional disagreements, there was no doubt that your love for each other ran deep, evident in the small gestures of kindness and thoughtfulness that defined your relationship.

As the cameras stopped rolling, Alexia pulled you into a tender embrace, her voice soft with sincerity. "You know, despite my initial reservations, I'm glad we did this. It's nice to show the world a different side of us, to be able to share our love openly."

You returned her embrace, kissing her cheek lightly, feeling a surge of gratitude for the woman standing before you. "I couldn't agree more, bebé."

The fans absolutely loved the video and seeing this more personal side of Alexia and seeing more into your relationship.

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[okboomer17]

Alexia’s body parts

pt.2 “abs”

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[alexiaputellasera]

She’s wearing this suit because my funeral will be soon if she keeps dressing like that

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[didalexiabreakupwitholgayet]

barça girls x sant jordi

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[wosobronze]

they decided to share backpack duty today it would appear🤣

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[engenxfutfem]

Alexia👀

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[lovinpelova]

mi capitana | a. putellas

summary; you love when alexia wears the captains armband for club & country - she knows it. [SMUT]

🎵 extravagant - lil durk

alexia had rightfully earned the captaincy title for both spain and barcelona a while ago, pushing herself beyond the comfort zone and breaking past her limits to prove her worthiness as a leader. it was no secret that she was one of the greats in the women's game - almost like a female messi - so it just made sense for her to be named captain. when she first informed you she was going to lead spain as well as barcelona it took you a while to understand, being from england and still getting used to spanish after recently transferring to barcelona, but when it clicked in your mental translation you screamed in happiness as she smiled at your shared pride.

you and alexia had met just before the euros campaign kicked off, both of you suffering from long-term injuries made it work better when you were sat next to each other at the spain vs england game, the catalan devastated her team was kicked out after getting so far but happy when she saw how much it meant to you. even if it meant she were miserable for the rest of her life, she would do anything to see you happy, the same goes for you. you both made huge sacrifices for each other at some point and it made your relationship work, being there for each other in the highs and lows and supporting the other in their wins even it it meant you'd lost.

she did it for you during the euros, you did it for her during the world cup.

closer to two years together now, you couldn't be happier, living together in barcelona after well over a year enduring long distance. you had also both been insatiable in the physical touch department, having your partner within reach after going so long without them made it difficult to contain yourselves, so your teammates made efforts to get used to how touchy you and alexia are during club training and even team bonding nights. they believed if it meant they had two world-class players on their side for every match it was worth the disgustingly constant shows of pda.

you had just come off the pitch as a starter for vicky to make a difference in the 75th minute, sitting next to patri and mapi whilst watching the remaining time of barcelona's latest match against rosengard, currently 5-0 up and with martina getting ready to go on it looked like the game would be ending with a 6-0 victory. your eyes were focused solely on alexia and the armband she was wearing.

alexia knew you found everything she did attractive, she felt the same way about you, but for some reason she couldn't do anything that matched up to how you reacted when she wore a captains armband. the dominance that came with assigned leadership was something she most definitely had and judging by the way she was bossing people around, yelling at them on how to play or to pass whilst leading the team, she was fit for the role. when she was stood waiting for a corner to be taken she placed her hands on her hips to catch her breath momentarily, looking around to spot you basically drooling over the way her bicep was bulging out under the armband and the way her legs looked so toned in her shorts- don't even make me comment on how her shirt was skin-tight to show off her physique and toned abs.

"ay, deja de babear por la reina."

"i was not!"

you quickly retaliated after mapi nudged your side with her elbow, maintaining your defensive stature as she raised her eyebroe in response with patri humming inconvinced.

"sure you weren't y/n/n."

deciding to not make your case any worse you smacked them both lightly on their thighs as they chuckled at you, knowing thry were right. could you be blamed though? i mean, the woman is stunning.

the game ended in a 6-0 victory thanks to martina in injury time, just as you predicted, meaning you were still top of your table for the champions league and headed towards winning it again. the entire sub bench got up to make their rounds of the pitch after shaking hands with the rosengard players, alexia quickly finding you and stealing your drink cheekily with a kiss to the temple and mumbled thanks in spanish as you rolled your eyes playfully at her.

"caught you staring, mi amor."

"no clue what you're on about."

you took your bottle from her again and smiled softly as she smirked in disbelief of your denial, knowing the undeniable effect she had on you without the captains armband- nevermind with it. now that i mention it, she was wearing it right next to you, and as much as you wanted to focus on what she was saying you couldn't help but start to stare again now that it was inches away from you.

"mi amor, stop getting distracted."

alexia spoke softly whilst tilting your head up away from her bicep with her fingers under your chin, smiling down at the blush you wore after being caught staring once again. you swatted her hand away and ignored the chuckle she let out when yours wrapped around her clothed bicep to hold onto her whilst walking around the remainder of the pitch, your girlfriend not missing the way your fingers tensed every couple moments to feel how much more muscular her arm was with the armband tightly attached.

whilst you were all getting changed alexia sneakily packed the small piece of fabric into her kitbag and took it home, trying not to burst out into a cocky grin or obvious smirk on the way home when your hand dragged hers over to your inner thigh, not missing the way your legs would press together when she tightened her grip.

"i have a surprise for you babygirl."

alexia spoke excitedly whilst shutting the door behind her, quickly unzipping her back before rustling about for a couple moments and pulling something out before you could turn around to see it, the catalans eyes nodding over to your bedroom wordlessly as you made your way over there with her following close behind. she shut the door and pulled you back into her before you were too far for her liking, hugging you from behind and kissing up your neck slowly so her teeth could graze your earlobe teasingly. her breath fanned over your pulse point to make you shiver as she chuckled at you, her arms guiding you to the bed whilst she removed your clothes alongside her own.

"on your back, niña bonita."

you did as she instructed and immediately noticed the small piece of fabric in her hand as she brought it up beside her face and shook it teasingly, both of you grinning. alexia crawled on top of you and initiated a passionate kiss she knew would have you riled up in a couple minutes time, hands shamelessy roaming your body as you moaned into her mouth when she grazed her thumb over your sensitive breasts. her lips trailed down your neck and body sloppily as she unbuckled your bra expertly before tossing it behind her, teeth coming to the waistband of your underwear and dragging them all the way down your leg, leaving them by your feet on the bed whilst her lips kissed up your legs again.

"ale..."

you breathily moaned with your hands tangling into her hair, tugging lightly as she teased her tongue against your clit whilst dragging your legs to rest over her shoulders.

"give me your hands."

she demanded, smiling as you followed her command immediately. the striker pushed your wrists together by your stomach and moved the captains armband over them to essentially tie your hands together. you whined needily with your hips bucking into her mouth, alexia diving into your heat without hesitation as she flicked her tongue back and forth over your wanting clit before sucking it into her mouth to earn a moan from you. her hands trailed up and around your thighs with a firm grip to keep them open, tongue moving down to your entrance as she prodded it in teasingly and smirked at the whimper she received for her efforts.

"miràme."

your girlfriend mumbled after pulling away for a second, moving back to begin tongue-fucking you in all the right ways as you once again followed her command. her eyes were staring up into yours piercingly, earning another moan from you after you noticed how veiny her hands were around your quads.

"god, alexia."

she picked up the pace and moved one of her hands to rub two fingers over your clit after wetting them in your slick, wanting to drive you towards the edge as quickly as possible to see how fast she could get you off. your hips bucked in time to the thrusts of her tongue as she pushed you closer to the edge in record time, not missing the way you were digging your nails into the armband in a way that said the knowledge of it being anywhere near you was helping you get closer.

your high came out of nowhere and hit you like a brick, back arching as you tightened your legs around alexias head to keep her there whilst continuing to thrust your hips against her face so you knew she wouldn't be stopping anytime soon. after lasting for what felt like a lifetime your orgasm subsided and body relaxed, alexia lapping up everything you gave her before you were whining in overstimulation and attempting to softly kick her away. your girlfriends hands quickly removed the armband as she lovingly kissed all over your body, praising you to the heavens.

"mi niña buena. muy bueña para mi."

"mi capitana."

you mumbled without thinking, still feeling like you were floating after your orgasm as alexia chuckled in response.

"good?"

"demasiado buena."

alexia laughed with you before lying down with her arms wide open, signalling for you to lie on her chest as you gladly did so whilst waiting for the tingling in your legs to go away- you knew you were going to have a second round in a couple minutes time.

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[wileys-russo]

aaannnddd this is why ms Pina should have stated against chelsea, scores bangers 🚀🚀 Lil Jona I hope you’re taking notes for this weekend sir

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