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[patriwoso]

angel down

alexia putellas x child!reader

Christmas was all new and exciting.

Now you had turned 3, you understood the excitement of santa claus and the presents and yummy food.

You were even getting the first experience of a nativity play.

Mami had signed the form for kindergarten to allow you to participate in the christmas show, and you’d been given the role to be an angel.

For weeks at mami’s training, you’d been telling everyone you were going to be the angel. The excitement grew and grew until the day finally came.

Mami had booked 6 tickets for all your supporters. Herself, Mama Jenni, Tía Mapi, Tía Ingrid and Eli and Alba.

Abuela Eli wanted to treat you to special dinner before your big star role of the show, so Mami made sure to get you ready a few hours earlier to meet your family in the restaurant.

Mama Jenni helped you to put on your shoes and held your hand as you left the apartment.

“Are you excited to be an angel?” She smiled, swinging your arm back and forth as you skipped down the pavement.

“Sí!” You grinned, getting all excited. “I be the best angel in the whole world!”

Jenni scooped you up and kissed you on the cheek. “You are the best angel in the world already.”

“Love you mama”

“I love you too, very much.”

The restaurant Abuela Eli had chosen for you was in the centre of Barcelona, not far to walk.

Mami helped you with the reading and you chose a pasta dish on the children’s menu.

“This comes with ice cream for desert too baby.” Mami tells you.

The sound of that is enough to make excitement burst out of you.

“ICE CREAM!!” You shout, quickly getting quietened down.

“Sshhh, inside voices.” Mami reminded you.

“Lo siento.”

When you pasta arrives, Jenni helps you eat it.

You have the grasp of holding your own fork but sometimes it’s still a struggle.

“Yummy?” She asks, chuckling but when you eat fast she reminds you to take it easy. “Slow down a little.”

Wrapping you hand around hers you help to stab the fork into the pasta and eat it.

“Good girl, bebita. You’re doing so well!”

“I’m a big girl!” You tell her.

“You are, that’s right. Do you still want ice cream?”

“Sí, sí sí sí sí” You nod.

Mami Alexia finishes her meal then helps you to get the last few pieces of pasta onto your fork, letting Jenni eat her own food.

“When I be an angel, Mami. You watch me?” You ask, trying to understand what happens.

“Sí, you will be the angel with all your friends in the nativity and Mami, Mama, Abuela Eli and Tía Alba sit and watch. Tía Mapi and Tía Ingrid are coming too.” She tells you.

“Lots of people watch?” You ask, starting to feel a funny feeling in your tummy.

“Sí, all the mami’s and papi’s.”

“I get scared?”

“No! No, princesa. You’ll be ok! You dress up in your angel dress and be the best angel ever! You won’t get scared.” She promises, holding your hand and stroking the back of it with her thumb.

“Ok”

When you arrive at kindergarten, Mami gives you over to your teacher and she leaves to go and find Mama Jenni, Alba, Eli and Mapi and Ingrid.

They take their seats in the hall and Mami sits beside Mama Jenni, and Alba. Eli on Alba’s other side and Mapi and Ingrid on Jenni’s left.

Alexia takes out her phone to take a photo of you when you walk on stage. The group of women adoring your cuteness. The small dress was a little baggy and the angel wins were twice the size of you but nonetheless, you looked beautiful to them.

The nativity starts well, you sit on the small spot on the stage and wait until you line.

Nervous flutters in your tummy come back again and your eyes get hot and begin to gloss over.

“y/n!” Your teacher whispers from the side of the stage.

You look over and realise you were suppose to stand up and say your line.

The long dress gets caught under your princess shoes you insisted Mami to let you wear and while trying to stand up you trip on the fabric, falling onto your hands and tummy.

“Oh, bebita.” Alexia gasps, grabbing Jenni’s leg. “Don’t cry, don’t cry.” She whispers to herself.

“Angel down.” Alba blurts out, earning a smack on the arm from Eli.

“Oh she’s going to cry, bless.” Jenni looks up over the rows infront and looks at Alexia.

You stand up and tears roll down your cheeks, chewing your fingers, you look at the teachers and cry. “Want Mami!” You gasp out and look around for Mami, walking to the edge of the stage.

The tears get bigger and heavier and you have lots of emotions building up, fast.

“Shit.” Alexia curses, standing up so you can see her.

You climb down and run through the aisle in between all and mami’s and papi’s to get to your own mami.

Tía Ingrid sticks her arm out for you to see which row to come down.

“Mami!” You sob, putting your arms up.

She picks you up and puts you on her lap, your angel wings getting in the way.

Alba pulls them off and holds them, giving you more space for Mami to hold you.

Your loud sobs turn to heavy breaths as you calm down a little.

“Your okay bebita.” She whispers, trying not to make too much noise as the nativity show carries on.

“Mami, I got scared!” You wipes the tears off of your face and grip onto her shirt. “Lo siento!”

“You don’t need to be sorry, y/n. It’s ok.”

Jenni holds your hand and places a soft kiss on your cheek. “You did such a good job, our little angel. It’s ok, everyone gets a little scared sometimes.”

“But I fell over and everyone will laugh.”

“No, no, no. No one will laugh sweetheart. Everyone’s forgotten now.”

“You promise, mama?”

“I promise, bebita.”

[mayasdeluca]

Happy 40th Birthday Ali Krieger! (July 28th, 1984)

[russogifs]

OUR GIRL’S A FINALIST

these are rubbish but i had to post lol

[iwannashelteryou]

[blond-shell]

"14 years of hugs and cellys and trophies and tears together." -ALEX MORGAN on MEGAN RAPINOE

[chelseajackarmy]

Erin Cuthbert goal at 40 minutes

Barcelona 0-1 Chelsea

[batllethinker]

Yeah

[hmp-larkhall]

Who did it better? 😂

[em-ailime]

Part 13 is up!

[patriwoso]

a betrayal

alexia putellas x reader

If someone asked from the outside, you'd say Barca was like a family.

Claudia was your sister, a twin. You were double trouble.

Patri was the older sister.

Alexia was the mom. Soccer mom. She made sure you and Claudia kept in line.

You teased Ana and said she was the grandmother, eventually agreeing to be the Aunt though.

Mapi and Ingrid were like Soccer moms too, although sometimes you'd argue Mapi was too childish and she was the baby of the family.

The family was tight. You had your groups within the team and they were close.

When Alexia and Aitana went to the World Cup, you felt betrayed. Confused and upset why they would go against what they'd said the whole time.

You lost some of your family for a few months. You didn't want to talk to them, acknowledge them.

Going to a senior world cup had been yours and Claudia's dream. Mapi and Patri had experienced it before but you were yet to reach that stage of your career.

The first few days were spent crying in Mapi's arms. You felt overwhelmed and upset that this was happening, it wasn't fair.

Alexia had tried to reach out to you but you chose not to reply. Watching the calls on the screen until they rang out. Her messages appearing amongst other notifications.

Hey small stuff. Miss you x

Y/N I'm sorry, I love you ❤️

Please call me. I want to talk to you Y/N/N.

You spent a few weeks with Patri and Pina on holiday in Mallorca, boat trips and tanning on the beach.

The nights were spent cuddled up together watching films, sharing popcorn and toffees.

"Claudi stop wriggling." You'd tug on the blanket, pulling back what she had taken away from you.

"I'm not!"

"That pair of you... your children!" Patri sighs.

And then preseason training started again.

You were with the Barca B team like usual, some of the internationals joining back once their time in Australia and New Zealand had come to an end.

August 20th came around too fast.

You had stayed at Pina's place that night, sharing a bed like you would in the youth age groups on away camps.

"You know whatever happens today we were right for staying home. We stuck by our morals and what we believe P." You tell her, laying in bed.

She didn't reply but let out a giggle when your stomach rumbled loud.

"Let's go out for breakfast."

-

The next morning wasn't quite the same. You lay in Mapi's arms crying. Ingrid rubbing your back softly.

"It's not fair" You sobbed, rubbing your teary eyes on you sleeve.

"I know, mi amor." She kissed the top of your head.

"She messaged me again yesterday." You whispered, pulling out your phone and showing her.

"Y/N! You haven't replied to her messages since July 2nd!" Mapi slaps your arm.

"And?!" You cry, keeping tucked under her arm, watching as she scrolls through the phone.

"Mi querida, you can't just shut her out completely." Ingrid tells you, tucking some hair behind you ear.

"You have to remember that this was also best for Alexia's rehab and injury... As much as we both hate her being there." Mapi tells you, a bit reluctantly. "Message her."

You snatch you phone back, hovering over the keyboard before typing out 'I love you Alexia. I'm sorry'.

The blue button is hit and you chuck you phone on the end of the sofa, not wanting to do anything more.

"Baby steps I suppose." Mapi sighs.

-

You stayed off of social media for a while, not replying to anymore of Alexia's messages. You decided the one reply was enough for now.

Seeing Spain win was hard. You knew the preseason tour was coming up so you had something to keep your mind off of it.

You hadn't expected Alexia to come to Mexico with the team, it being just a week after the world cup final.

You’d spoken to Claudia and Patri one night after training. They didn’t know how to act, you all loved Alexia but the betrayal hurt a lot.

-

“Just smile.” Ingrid’s arm wrapped around you. keeping you close by her side.

Alexia and Mapi had turned up to the preseason tour camp a day after the rest of the team.

“I don’t want to see her, Ingrid.” You drop your head to the side to lean on her, the taller women’s arm pulling you closer into her.

“You can’t avoid her forever. She’s Alexia, and your her favourite on this team. She’ll want to see you.”

“I am not her favourite…”

Ingrid chuckles. “You so are, the favouritism is ridiculous y/n/n. She’s a football mom to you and your her favourite football daughter.”

You keep yourself in Ingrid’s arms, she’s a good hugger and radiates a lot of comfort for you.

“Alexia and María have arrived, they’ll join us in a few moments.” Jona announces to you all as your stood around on the training field.

You start picking at your fingers, a nervous habit of yours.

Your mucking around with Jana and Claudia when you see Alexia and Mapi jogging around the pitch.

The coaching staff split you up into groups of 8, yourself ending up with 6 Barca B players and Marta.

“You alright, grandma?” You smile cheekily and Marta slaps you on the arm.

“Hey Alexia!” You head one of the younger girls say.

You spin around on your heels and see Alexia approach the group.

“Jona said to join you guys.” She smiles, making eye contact with you before you look away.

You look at the floor, the ball bag, anything except Alexia, hoping she’ll leave you alone.

Truth is that you miss her, the 2 and a half months away from her has been a torture as your so used to being with her all the time.

“Hey.” You see her boots appear in front of you.

You turn around and head to the water cooler, getting a bottle out and drinking from it, anything to keep away from Alexia.

You didn’t want to do this, but you didn’t want to face her either.

You’d managed the whole training session without direct conversation, you ignored her stares across the field and worked your way to Claudia and Patri when she approached you.

-

That evening, you gathered in the hotel lobby. A group of fans asking Alexia for pictures and autographs.

You felt uncomfortable watching it, standing besides Mapi and Ingrid again.

“I miss her.” You sigh, whispering softly under your breath.

“Talk to her.” Ingrid whispers back. “She’ll want you too.”

Alexia works herself away from the fans, trying to get back into the group.

She pushes in between you and Caroline, listening to Jona talk before he dismisses you all.

Before she can say anything, or walk away, you through your arms around her shoulders and bury your head into her neck.

Neither of you say anything, you don’t have to.

She rubs your back softly, holding you tight in her arms as if she was afraid you would run off and ignore her again.

“I’m sorry.” She mumbles.

“I missed you.” A few tears spill from your eyes, soaking her training top a little.

“I missed you too, small stuff. You’ve gotten taller.” She smiles, kissing your forehead and wiping your teary eyes.

“Ale I hate you so much right now” You shake you head, moving back away from her. “But i love you and I’ve missed you and I don’t want you to do that ever again please.” You tear up some more.

She nods, pulling you back into her arms again. “I love you.”

[mayasdeluca]

#11 Ali Krieger becomes a first time NWSL Champion with Gotham FC on 11/11 in the last game of her career

[russogifs]

arsenal wsl debut

[iwannashelteryou]

your wwc lockscreens are so cool! would it be super rude of me to ask if you could please do a steph catley one?

Here you go ! I hope you’ll like them ☺️

[nadianadims]

♫ Misse, musse, Lene er en mur! ♪

[batllethinker]

Peak futch

[hmp-larkhall]

Nice.