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Picture You II Fridolina Rolfö x Engen!Reader

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a/n: hi, we had this idea for quite a while now and finally got to writing it down, we hope you enjoy it.

Fridolina Rolfö had no explanation for why her relationships always failed.

Her boyfriend of two years had broken up with her out of nowhere and as much as she wanted to feel sad about it, there was some kind of apathy taking over her.

Coincidentally, her teammates had scheduled a team bonding event only a few days after she was dumped.

In hopes that it would ease her pain and appease the younger players, they decided on an ice cream party.

That was how Fridolina found herself sitting in front of a bowl of vanilla ice cream while her teammates uttered words of reassurance to her that she did not want to hear.

“Don’t worry, Frido. We’ll find you a man who’s worthy of you.“ Mapi grinned while pouring sprinkles on top of her chocolate ice cream.

Fridolina looked up at the defender: “Oh… uhm… thanks.“

“Men are so overrated though.“, Cata rolled her eyes.

“Can we change the topic?“, Fridolina asked carefully. She did not want to ruin the mood but she hoped to draw the attention away from herself.

Ingrid gave her a gentle smile, ready to help her friend out.

“My sister will start her job as a photographer for Barca tomorrow.“, she revealed, visibly proud.

Mapis face lit up with excitement: “That’s amazing, Ingrid.“

“Yes, and well deserved. Your sister is so talented.“, Fridolina agreed, relieved but also genuinely happy.

Ingrid beamed, flattered on her sisters behalf: “She will be so happy to hear that.“

Esmee served herself another portion of ice cream: “I’m excited to meet her.“

“You will love her.“, Ingrid promised.

“I’ve no doubt about that.“, Esmee laughed.

“And Mapi and I are making Frido a list for potential blind dates.“, Aitana announced.

Fridolina flinched at the mention.

As she looked over, her two teammates had already scribbled names on an empty sheet of paper.

“How do you even know so many people?“

Mapi shrugged nonchalantly: “We just do.“

“You need to slow down, girls. I’m not sure if I want to date any man right now…“, Frido stopped them.

Mapi and Aitana shared a surprised look.

“Oh, sorry. We only wanted the best for you, Frido. That’s all.“, Aitana apologized.

The Swedish football player nodded: “I know. But maybe I just need break for now.“

Ingrid put a hand on her friends forearm and said softly: “That’s okay, we understand it. You two had been together for quite a while.“

“Yes, but it hasn’t felt right anymore for a long time.“, the blonde admitted.

Alexia shrugged, eating fruit out of her ice cream bowl: “It happens. Sometimes you just fall out of love with someone and you can’t do anything about it.“

The words of her captain resonated deeply with Fridolina who enjoyed the evening more than before now.

“Ingrid, let me breathe.”, you chuckled. It was your first workday for Barcelona as their new photographer, but your sister prevented you from taking photos as she embraced you in a long hug.

“No.”, she shook her head, clearly not ready to let you go yet.

“Please? Hi, everyone.”, you waved politely with your free hand at the players who slowly arrived at the training grounds.

“Hi.”, Mapi grinned.

“Good to see you, Mapi.”, you replied truthfully, relieved to see some familiar faces.

“So happy you got the job.”, the Spanish defender told you thrilled.

“Me too. Also, hey, Caro and Frido!”, you added delighted to see the Scandinavian players.

“Finally, another Norwegian.”, Caroline winked at you.

“Ignore her. Sweden is so much better.”, Fridolina teased her teammate, but swallowed hard at the sight of you, you were even more beautiful than she remembered. Instead, the blonde tried to play down the excitement she felt while looking at you and hugged you casually.

“We won’t discuss this right now.”, Ingrid decided laughing.

“No, but I’m sure you can show me all the great places in the city.”, you glanced at the footballers you knew since your sister played along side them in Wolfsburg.

“That’s more Frido’s thing. She can help you with that and I can teach you the language.”, Caroline declared.

“That’s my sister. Why can’t I show her around and teach her?”, your sibling wanted to know pouting playfully.

Looking between them, Marta announced:” I’m sure you girls will find a way.”

And they did, you easily felt at home in Barcelona with the help of your sister and her friends. It was different to when you visited Ingrid with your family in the past. Step by step you fell in love with the city and its inhabitants.

A few weeks in and you were doing a photo shooting outside with Fridolina for the summer Barca merchandise. The late afternoon sun made her hair and skin appear golden and you had to pause your preparations to remark:” The outfit looks great on you, Frido.”

“Oh, thank you.”, she beamed at you, making these sporty clothes look effortlessly elegant and timeless.

“It’s true.”, you smiled back while taking a few test shoots to see how well the light, her profile worked together.

“Can I ask you something? When did you start taking photos?”, Fridolina asked you curiously.

Hearing her questions made your smile grew even brighter. “A long time ago. I was like 15 or 16. when I got into it.”, you remembered fondly at the memory.

“I guess Ingrid and your brother were the test models.”, the Swedish player thought out loud.

“Yes, she was the reason why I became interested in taking sports related pictures.”, you admitted.

Fridolina laughed lightly: “Did she bully you into taking photos of her while playing?“

“No, I saw that they never had any photos of their games so I started doing it. The first ones turned out awful.“, you grinned as you thought back.

The Blonde shrugged: “Isn’t it always like that? The first times I played football, I wasn’t great at it either.“

“You’re right. But taking photos of you is so easy, you’re a natural.“, you replied while you pressed the shutter a few times.

She even looked beautiful doing casual small talk.

But you realized that the collar of her jacket was upturned.

You put your camera down and come closer to fix it for her. After all, the goal was to present the retro looking Barcelona jacket.

Fridolina smiled gratefully at you: “I mean I’ve already done this a few times. But I don’t think I’ve ever felt as comfortable as I do right now.“

You bit your lip to keep yourself from grinning too wide about that compliment.

“Frido, you’re beautiful inside and outside.“, you said without taking your eyes off of her.

Her cheeks slightly blushed: “That’s so sweet of you.“

“Want to change into the second outfit?“, you suggested, giving both of you a break to focus back on the task at hand.

“Sure.“, the Swede said and disappeared into the changing room.

You took a deep breath, grounding yourself again while you waited.

Fridolina emerged in light blue jeans and a slightly oversized shirt in their signature colours that said Barca across the chest.

You shook your head in awe. This woman could literally wear anything.

“Oh, I love that outfit even more.“, you complimented her.

She looked down at herself: “You do?“

“Yes.“, you said while taking a few photos of her.

“I think it would look cute on you too.“, Frido smirked.

“Do you think so?“

You barely finished your question when you noticed that she was already in the motion of pulling the shirt over her head.

“What are you doing?“, you asked laughing.

The football player just handed you the garment: “Here.“

Stunned, you looked at it and the back to Fridolina standing there in her underwear: “Uhm thanks?“

She rolled her eyes with a smile: “No, put it on.“

“Fine.“, you gave in and did as you were told before adding: “But it’s definitely not warm enough for you to just stand there in your sports bra.“

“I guess I should get dressed again.“, she laughed.

You returned the shirt to your model: “Here are your clothes. Hey, that’s my camera.“

You had failed to realize that she had taken your camera and was now taking photos of you with a big grin on her face.

You usually hated being photographed but Fridolina looked too happy so you bit back any comment.

“I’m not leaving without taking a photo of you too.“

“I guess that’s fair even though I’m not as pretty as Ingrid.”, you turned your gaze away from the Swedish woman and looked at the fresh cut grass instead.

“What? Who says? The beauty obviously runs in the family.”, she disagreed.

“Well, my ex-girlfriend said that.”, you shrugged.

“She was a liar then. You’re gorgeous.”, Fridolina observed.

“That means a lot coming from such a stunning woman herself.”, you confessed smiling timidly. For a moment you paused before asking her:” Do you want to see the pictures I made right now or tomorrow?”

“Aw, thank you. Can I see them now?”, curiously she handed you your camera back, where you started to go through the photos you took of her.

“Of course.”, you nodded politely.

Being this close to you made the blondes heart flutter.

“They’re so nice, y/n.”, Fridolina muttered, suddenly breathlessly.

“Glad you like them. So, I’ll see you before the game tomorrow?”, you changed the topic lightly.

“Sure.”, she beamed at you.

“Goodbye, Frido.”, you responded warmly.

“See you soon, y/n.”, the footballer replied, eagerly anticipating your reunion.

On the next day, you didn’t find the time to catch up with her as you were busy taking the pictures of the arriving players in their pretty matchday outfits. All of them arrived in style.

During the game you were not mesmerized by their beauty but by their beautiful game which you tried to capture with your camera. This was why you wanted to be here, you thought, to watch the best team in Europe thrive in front of your lens. Somehow the Swede always managed to get your attention as you would notice later while seeing through the photos.

When the referee blew the final whistle, Fridolina run to you to pull you into a hug, while you whispered into your ear:” Frido you had an amazing game.”

“Thanks”, she hummed, while her blue eyes sparkled with excitement.

“Well played.”, you couldn’t help but to rave about her performance.

“Appreciate it.”, the fellow Scandinavian mumbled.

“But I got to go around now to take some more shots.”, you explained winking, as you stepped away from her hug. Which had to be completely friendly and nothing more, right? Because she was 100 % straight. Nothing seemed gay about her. Still some signals your sister’s best friend send were quite confusing.

“Y/n, wait!”, Fridolina yelled your name nervously, attempting to hold you back.

“What?”, you turned your head confused.

“Frido, there you’re. My friend wants to meet you.”, Mapi grinned at her taller teammate, nodding into a direction of a very handsome man waiting in the stands, the sight of him, making your stomach turn. He and her would be a pretty couple.

To your surprise, Fridolinas gaze remained fixed on you.

Reluctantly she turned to Mapi, deliberately ignoring the man.

“Mapi, I’m sorry but I’m not interested. I was about to ask y/n to go on a date with me.“, she apologized but her voice was firm and determined.

“What?!“, you and Mapi gasped at the same time, looking at each other in confusion.

Fridolina remained unimpressed: “Uhm yes. I’m actually not straight. You all just assume that because I date men too.“

After a moment of silence, Mapi started to grin like she only now understood the joke that you failed to get: “No, you always dated men since we know you.“

“That still doesn’t make me straight.“, Fridolina replied matter-of-factly.

You would be impressed by her attitude, if you were any less confused.

Mapi had stopped smiling and watched her teammate attentively.

“That’s right.“, you agreed slowly.

The Swede turned back to you: “So… would you go out with me?“

You nodded: “I’d.“

“Really?“, Fridolina asked again.

This time, your face finally reflected your excitement. You smiled: “Yes.“

You both just beamed at each other.

“Ingrid! You won’t believe it!“, Mapi bounced up and down as she called for your sister.

Ingrid joined the three of you: “Believe what?“

“Frido asked your sister out!“, Mapi yelled.

You cringed slightly, hearing it out loud and refused to look at Ingrid.

“What do you mean Frido asked her out? Like on a date?“, your sister asked. Her perfect eyebrows knotted together.

Mapi nodded enthusiastically: “Yes, exactly that.“

“That’s so cute.“

“Oh my god, Frido. You’re full of surprises!“, Ona interrupted, patting the blonde football player on the shoulder and you silently wondered who else had overheard your conversation.

Fridolina raised her eyebrows: “Am I? Or did you just never ask?“

“You’re right. We never asked. We just assumed you were straight. Sorry.“, Ona admitted but she looked less sorry and more happy for her teammate.

You thought their reactions were kind of adorable.

“It’s fine. I just didn’t think I owed you an explanation.“, Fridolina replied politely.

You could not help yourself. You gently took her hand in yours and squeezed it once. There was no way you could contain your admiration for her.

“You didn’t need to.“, you said softly.

Her attention shifted back to you. “The fact that I dated men before you doesn’t change my feelings for you, I hope you know that.“

“During that photoshoot I felt it. But I thought you might just be nice. Now I know I was wrong.“, you chuckled.

Fridolina visibly bit back a smile: “Sorry. I was hoping I’d send the right signals.“

“You did! I was just blind and - … “

You were unable to finish your sentence. Fridolinas soft lips pressed against yours all of a sudden, right there on the field in front of everyone.

“Maybe this was clearer?”, she asked in a hopeful tone.

“Yes, it was.”, you nodded smiling.

In the background you heard your sister telling her girlfriend” Okay, Mapi, I think I need a bit of time to get used to my best friend kissing my sister.”

“You better should hurry up. They’re hitting it off right away.”, the Spaniard punched her playfully in the side, wearing an amused grin on her lips while watching you being showered with kisses by the Swede.

“I see that.”, Ingrid laughed. She knew it would be weird at first, but seeing her favourite people being happy with each other warmed her heart.

For once you didn’t have your camera to capture the moment but the picture of the first kiss with Fridolina after the match would be forever engraved inside your brain.

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woso-dreamzzz · 11 months ago

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Homework

Barcelona Femení x Teen!Reader

Summary: You try to get someone else to do your homework

Studying was such a bore for you. You hated sitting in a classroom and studying. Lucy told you that you had a restless soul and that's why you would prefer to be out on the pitch rather than stuck inside.

Playing for Manchester City had been a perfect outlet and the call to play for Barcelona had been a dream come true.

It was just a shame that the schooling system still kept you shackled.

Taking online classes was better than physical school but it just meant that the actual studying and doing homework was left solely on you. Keira sometimes would allocate times for you to do it but Lucy would always stage what she would call a jailbreak and take you to the park or get a snack.

Either way, actually doing the work was something that you struggled with.

Which was, as you glanced around the break room, you had an empty word document and a sheet of questions of Spanish open in another tab.

Most of the team were either in meetings or getting food so it was just you and the younger members of the squad. Your eyes roved over them all, glancing back at your screen.

Esmee and Salma were playing each other on FIFA. Jana and Bruna were watching with rapt attention. But you found your target in Ona, who was throwing grapes into the air and trying to catch them in her mouth.

You slumped into the seat next to her, placing your laptop in her lap.

She raised a brow at you. "What is this?"

You gestured to the screen. "What does it look like?"

"Your homework?"

"Wow," You said sarcastically," Well done. It is my homework. Has anyone ever told you you're a genius?"

She rolled her eyes. "I meant, what is it doing here? On my lap?"

You sent her an award winning smile. "Do it for me?"

"Isn't that cheating?"

"It's not a test," You said," Just homework. Besides," You shrugged," It's been melting my mind. None of it makes sense. You'd just get through this so quickly."

She narrowed her eyes, easily seeing through your mediocre manipulation attempts. She glanced at your questions for a moment before she slapped some money into your hand.

"Get me a chocolate bar from the vending machine," She said," And an energy drink too..." She thought for a moment. "And you've got to be the one to ask Lucy and Keira if I can crash around your place tomorrow."

You almost groaned. You and Ona had been planning a movie marathon for weeks now but the tv at your place with Lucy and Keira was better than the one at her apartment so you had been trying to drop hints to Lucy and Keira about Ona staying over but neither had quite picked up on them.

"Fine," You said begrudgingly, standing up," A chocolate and an energy drink. Got it."

You slipped out of the room with little fanfare. If Ona managed to get your homework done quickly then the rest of your afternoon would be free to snack and muck around until Lucy and Keira came to take you home.

With the staff and the rest of the girls in meetings, the hallways were empty. You got to the vending machine with ease, punching in the code of Ona's favourite chocolate and energy drink. You've just fished them out when a shiver ran down your spine. A shadow fell over you.

You turned around slowly and was met with the face of your captain, dripping in disapproval.

"Nena," She said and your usual nickname struck fear into your heart," Aren't you supposed to be doing your homework?"

While Keira grew bored of making you study and do your homework, Alexia did not. Your very first day in Barcelona consisted of you walking into the locker room to see her standing by your cubby with the school schedule you had given over to the staff.

You were pretty sure that if you didn't already know Keira and Lucy from City then you would have ended up moving in with Alexia, if only so she could keep a close eye on your studies.

"I...er...Went to get some snacks?"

She raised a brow at you. "Really? Ona's favourite snacks? What were you meant to be studying today, your Spanish? If I go into the break room, will I find Ona doing your work for you?"

You didn't answer.

But that was answer enough.

Alexia sighed, one of those long drawn-out sighs that only ever really got used on you - and sometimes Mapi, when she was acting particularly like a kid.

"Sorry?"

"No, you are not." She took you by the shoulders, making you walk in front of her all the way back to where Ona was sitting, dutifully typing away at your homework. She cleared her throat.

Ona turned and immediately went pale. She looked at you. She looked at Alexia.

"She bullied me into it!"

"Liar!"

Alexia fixed you both with a stern look that you wilted under. "So, you're telling me a sixteen-year-old bullied you into doing homework, Ona?"

"Er...yes?"

"Go and do three laps."

"Alexia!"

"Do you want to make it four?"

Ona took off running and you shoved the drink and chocolate bar into her hands as she passed.

With her gone though, Alexia's ire was firmly back on you. She plucked your laptop up from the sofa and placed it on the table. You knew what she wanted so you went without fuss, slumping into the seat.

She made you watch as she deleted all of the work Ona had done for you.

"You're smart, nena," She said as she did it," You just do stupid things. Do I have to take you with me to my meetings now? To make sure you get your work done?"

You fought the urge to roll your eyes, not wanting an even longer lecture. You, however, didn't keep your feet out of your mouth because you replied," You hover enough. I don't need you watching my every move."

Alexia sent you a withering glare and you shrunk in your seat. You hastened to placate her and started typing. It seemed like you did understand what you're homework was telling you, the little break to get Ona's snacks must have given your brain the respite it needed.

Alexia slid into the seat next to you. She didn't do much - barely even checked her phone - but made sure to look over your shoulder as you wrote.

By the time, you've finished, it's time to break for lunch. Esmee and Salma had just left so you tried to catch up with them but the hand at the back of your collar stopped you in your tracks.

"You're coming home with me tonight," Alexia told you succinctly," I've still got clothes left over from when you last visited. You'll sit at the table and do that economics essay you've been putting off and, if you get it done without complaint, I'll check over what you just finished."

You made a face. "Is this your way of saying I completely flunked it?"

Alexia rolled her eyes and you knew by the way she tucked you under her arm, that she was no longer mad. "Focus on the positives, nena. If you're very good, we'll even order dinner to the house."

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meazalykov · 7 months ago

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Sight for sore eyes

Salma Paralluelo x BenficaPlayer!R

warnings: short chapter

Nycole Raysla dribbles the ball through Ona Batlle and Ingrid Engen outside of the box. Taking this as a golden opportunity, Y/n L/n moves through an open space to receive a possible pass. She didn’t go unnoticed by the Brazilian forward, who passed the ball to her with her backheel. Y/n taps the ball once with her right foot before taking a shot, with Ingrid Engen missing her shot by a second. Goal!

The Portuguese supporters erupt as Y/n runs to the corner with her hands out wide. She couldn’t believe it. This is her second goal of the night and the score is 3-3 in the 70th minute. The girl’s teammates ran by her side to congratulate her on the goal.

“Number 7 Y/n L/n equalizes in the Champion’s League match!” the commentator screams in excitement.

After the celebration, Y/n looks over at Salma Paralluelo on the Barcelona bench. She was substituted out for Esmee Brugts two minutes before, but she hoped that Salma saw her goal. Y/n wasn’t someone who looked for external validation, but she wanted the girl in braids to be impressed by her goal.

Salma saw her goal, and she was impressed.

Salma didn’t celebrate obviously, out of respect for her Barcelona team. She looked at Y/n with soft eyes and a light smile. The Benfica player took it as a silent approval.

The girls weren't in an official relationship, but they’re in a long distance talking stage through social media. Y/n L/n is a (Reader’s Country) International who was in La Masia before signing to Benfica. She knew Salma for years, but they weren’t friends while attending the same school.

Salma, who casually scrolled through instagram one day, stumbled upon a captivating Instagram post from Y/n. She didn’t follow her, she saw the post through a mutual friend's story. The Spanish girl knew Y/n from the academy. When Y/n left Barcelona, she didn’t notice because her promotion to the Femeni A team happened at the same time.

Salma was entranced by Y/n's striking features and magnetic presence in the post. The girl had a four photo slideshow of herself on vacation in Albania (Visual at the end). Salma couldn't resist the urge to reach out. With a flutter of excitement and confidence, she initiated a conversation through social media. Y/n was surprised by this reach out, but they've sparked an instant connection. Y/n adored Salma and Salma couldn’t stop thinking about Y/n outside of football.

The game ended in 4-4 which disappointed the Benfica player. She didn’t want to defeat Barcelona out of hatred or vengeance for the club letting her go, but her competitiveness inside of her wanted to end their winning streak to boost her team’s morale.

As Y/n places on her red puffer jacket and pulls the tight hair tie out of her hair, she looks over at her teammate who walks towards her.

“Congrats on the goal against your old club!” Jessica Sliva pats on Y/n’s back. The younger girl smirks before shaking her head.

“Thank you...... Sorry- I feel like I shouldn’t have celebrated it.” Y/n confesses when her appreciation sounded monotoned. Jessica lowers her eyebrows in confusion, “Why?”

“Barcelona is the club I grew up with. People might consider the celebration I did as disrespectful.” Y/n swallowed. Jessica smirks before looking behind Y/n, seeing a particular girl 40 feet away with her own team.

“Is it because of that, or is it because of Salma?” Jessica smirks and nods her head towards someone behind them.

Y/n turns and sees Salma looking at her. The girl blushes and waves at the Spanish, who waves at her back with a shy smile.

“You’re in love, girl.” Jessica jokes.

“Shut up!” Y/n laughed, not denying it.

The girl continued to look at Salma as Jessica walked away. She knew that she had to go talk to her, but she is shy. All she does is admire from afar.

“What a sight for sore eyes.” Y/n thought, looking at Salma who moved to talk to Vicky Lopez.

Two months earlier....

(Pretend you're in the pictures below)

y/n.l/n

sarandë, albania

tagged: jackie_groenen_14

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loving albania 🇦🇱

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urbestie I LOVE THESE PICTURES OMGGG

jackie_groenen_14 had a good time 🤩

evagaetino 🥰

wosoplayers457 SO CUTEEEE

barcefemenifan7 come back to Barcelona 🔵🔴

shesaballer you are not beating the psg transfer rumors

salmaparalluelo follows y/n.l/n

an: hope you liked :)

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didalexiabreakupwitholgaisback · 6 days ago

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https://x.com/sportz_point/status/1584534707017949185?s=46

One of the reasons i love this team so much is the fact that the younger players are playing with some of their favorites/idols.

Vicky’s favorites are Pina & Alexia. Kika admire Aitana so much. Esmee is playing with her idol Caroline. Keira & Patri admire each other as well. Jana is playing alongside Marta & Alexia. Ellie also look up to Sandra, so does Cata.

When you have the right people as your idol, you always manage to do good. A lot of players who idolizes Messi, Alexia, Marta, Ronaldinho, etc, somehow always do better than others.

what i love about futfem/woso is the reverence for those who came before them. yes, the youngsters look up to the alexias, caros, and aitanas of the world, but even alexia, caro, and aitana also speak so highly of those who came before them even if they didn't get the global accolades that players are receiving now 🥹

source: @sportz_point on twitter

#vicky lopez #claudia pina #alexia putellas #espwnt #sefutbolfem #futfem #woso #fcb femení

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hellodropbear · 15 days ago

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wips

these might not have the same names, also no promises on time frames lol send requests for things you want to see

part of isabel's universe: new interests - isabel learns what a skateboard is

champion - isabel's first skating competition

sick day - mapi doesn't know how to accept help when she is sick

i wish that wishing was enough - only isabel realises the effects of ingrid's imposter syndrome

part of elena's universe: i'm your sister - elena gets injured. alexia tries to help

other: aitana bonmati fic - aitana learns about character's past

patri x leon character - the chronicles of mapi being naive

brugts teen character fic - esmee’s younger sister moves to barcelona

alexia putellas x reader - your move to barcelona was full of grief, but it was nice to have someone there to help numb the pain.

alexia putellas x sister!reader - you move back to Barcelona after spending 8 years in England

masterlist

#woso #woso fanfics #barca femeni #mapi leon #ingrid engen #fcb femeni #woso x reader #alexia putellas

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sunnzii · 2 months ago

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🌙 Meet Lune, “God” of the Moon 🌙

Lune is a character that was inspired by liminal spaces, especially those centered around the night! He’s mainly found in an area that is constantly night time, in a manor floating on the clouds. They’re a mysterious entity that keeps to themselves most the time and rarely open up.

Some main notes:

• Demi-Male He/They

•Cannot stand being in the same room as Basker for long periods of time,, they’re complicated,,

•He’s often in his manor completing notes of unfound land. That or he’s in his garden reading a book for fun

•He’s often in his own world, literally, and is rarely hanging out with the other entities. He prefers solitude and quietness.

•He’s never had a stable relationship, other than whatever him and Basker have

•Dusk is like a younger sibling to him, they are like an apprentice! Lune is always protecting them from the smallest thing, he’s says he’d never be a father but Dusk is an exception

Relationships:

•Basker - “I can’t put my finger on how I feel about home. One day we’re wasting we love each other and the next day we treat each other like colleagues. I hate him sometimes..

•Esmee - Basker’s daughter, she’s an odd one but I adore her nonetheless the less. She is more tolerable than her daughter I’ll give her that

• Dusk -They’re sweet, I can’t help but feel bad for them. She’s the youngest out of my and Basker by a few hundred years yet I feel the need to protect him from the smallest things

More TBA

Please refer to the reboot this post will have for alt outfits/ body references

#liminal space oc #liminal space #liminalcore #characterart #oc art #character design #moon oc #moon character #oc drawing #oc doodles

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wosobronze · 5 days ago

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I don't know if she will get rest on Tuesday realistically either Millie Leah or Lucy start for experience back there. If she is being rested I'd nearly prefer to see Esmee rb since that's where she has been playing for Washington spirit

i hope she does and plus at the end of the day it is just a friendly, they need her for important games and to be at her best for the euros especially with how the team have been performing recently

she’s not getting any younger and the only thing that’s gunna be beneficial for her is more rest

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hardtchill · 1 year ago

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review?

Most exciting game of the tournament so far!

Carrot sticks

Esmee Brugts is amazing and people need to realize she is 19 and two years younger than the American baby everyone is screaming about (i will get to her in a second).

We all owe Jackie our first and second born child

Daan is just a ball of energy and i'm loving it

STEEF WTF YOU CAN'T LEAVE US LIKE THIS

Vic was a bit unlucky but did good overall i think

Lieke ran out of batteries at the end but she had some good moments

Roord scored then disappeared, predictable but reliable i guess

Katja did as well as could be expected. She tried and was pretty good in possession

Passing was on point (until we hit the 65th minutes slump). Loved the clean passing through midfield.

They were out of energy around the 75th minute but they survived in the end! Great fight and deserving point

Cucumber stars

Rodman was nowhere, literally nowhere

Horan's header was the first true burst of energy the US has seen in 2 years

Sophia had me hold my breath every time she had the ball

Vlatko is a cunt

DeMelo was just not good. She let Groenen completely take her out of the game

They need to get active, it's not okay if the opposing team gets 90% of the loose balls. You should be chasing those damn balls!

NAOMI ❤️

ROSE CHANGED THE GAME

Andi needs to be more aggressive in duels. You cannot have a forward turn away from you as easily as happened today.

Energy in the last 25 minutes was how they should play the full 90!

Could have easily gotten more than a draw (but could have also lost 3-0 if the Dutch had Viv!) but the mentality just wasn't there for the majority of the game

#ask #uswnt #oranjeleeuwinnen

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jordan-the-pious · 9 months ago

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Hello again! I have an update about my sister.

I think trying to hold a sincere conversation uh... Frightened her somehow? She didn't take to it well. She always did get nervous about uh. Real feelings...

Extremely recently, she filmed an indecent video showing off her undergarments and posted it online, specifically asking that it be spread around so she could get lots of attention. Then when she inevitably got disgusting messages from a dangerous seeming person, I had to hide said undergarments so she wouldn't sell them to this person!

Also recently I saw her sending a different dangerous seeming person a weird message revealing her real name and address, calling them a "walking red flag" and herself something like a "helpless deer with red-green colour blindness"????

Sydney is usually able to mellow her out without doing much, which is reassuring, but in no possible universe could I even consider just... Walking up to them and saying "Hello Sydney! Lovely weather we are having! Please babysit my younger twin sister for me. She is very self destructive and I am worthless! Thank you!" For uh... Many reasons! At least she's peaceful and harmless and not being harmed when she's asleep haha...

Oh gosh, I went completely off the rails here... I'm so sorry. I only meant to give you an update like you asked, but I think I got a little worked up...

~ @poorsadorphanposting

Hello there young Edin! Thank you very much for the update, I was rather worried about both of you.

I am sorry to hear that things did not work out well between you and your sister Esmee. I had hoped my advice would have served you well, and I am sad to hear that it seems to have made things worse. Please know that was never my intention.

In terms of Esmee's behaviour, this is all very concerning, I am tempted to say that she may be possessed by something malevolent, but I am worried that making an incorrect call in that area may cause more harm than good.

You mentioned that young Sydney seemed to have a positive effect on her, yes? But that you feel bad asking them to watch over her, which is understandable. You do not want to appear incapable of caring for someone who you care for and who should be relying on you. Perhaps I shall assign young Sydney to take watch over her, and inform me if more direct action is needed.

That way you would not lose face with anyone, and Esmee can maybe achieve the help she needs.

I do worry about you in all of this, young Edin. It cannot be easy seeing one so dear to you change and struggle like this. Know that if you ever need me, even if just to vent your frustrations, I am always here for you. And I know that this decision may be a long ways off, but if you ever become more comfortable with your relationship with your sister, know that there is always room for the both of you here. We would love to have you be a member of the church.

#asks #prayer list

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macabrecravings · 6 months ago

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@degrees-of-fuck and macabrecravings collab REAL (NOT CLICKBAIT!!!)

Closeups under the cut!!!

@degrees-of-fuck ‘s drawings!!!!

my drawings :3

yes, i am slowly forcing everyone i know to join me on magma :3

#magma #harper the doctor #edin the elder #esmee the younger #clara the phantom #lettice the heavensent #oc: evangeline #oc art #original post🍓💌#others’ art🍒✨#my art🌹💌

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degrees-of-fuck · 1 year ago

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Esmee's Onlyfans

bonus:

#tw knives #tw electrocution #tw drowning #My art #Degrees of Lewdity #DoL #DoL PC #Whitney the Bully #Esmee the Younger #Koizumi twins (DoL AU)

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pitchsidestories · 8 days ago

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don't say maybe II Ingrid Engen x Reader

masterlist I word count: 1466

a/n: dear readers, thanks for helping us to decide on Ingrid Engen for this fanfic, we hope you all enjoy it. <3

You were mesmerized by her from the moment you met her first, almost a year ago now.

And since then, you had only gotten more intimidated by her.

Ingrid Engen wasn’t just the sweetest sounding name you had ever heard, it also belonged to a woman that could easily pass for a Norwegian model. She was gorgeous, with long dark hair and light eyes.

Not only that, but she was also a talented football player.

Pretty rude to have that much luck in life, if anyone asked you. Still, you often found yourself looking at her, daydreaming about how it would be to date someone like that.

It was stupid, you knew. There was no sign that she was into girls, maybe she even had a boyfriend.

For some reason, you still could not stop yourself from talking about her.

“She’s amazing, Esmee. The way Ingrid stepped up from midfielder to defender due to Mapis injury…“, you were so in awe, you couldn’t even finish the sentence.

“Yeah, she really evolved.“, Esmee said from the massage table next to you while she got her physiotherapy treatment.

“While looking flawless.“, you added, biting your lip.

You decidedly ignored the look Esmee exchanged with your physio.

The dutch player sighed: “Jeez, she’s just a human being. Calm down.“

“I know that!”, you responded quickly and with more force than you had intended.

“Just ask her out if you’re so obsessed with her.“, Esmee laughed casually.

You only rolled your eyes: “Oh, you must be joking. She’ll never go out with someone like me!”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m not that pretty and definitely not cool enough for her.“, you replied in a tone that made clear that the answer was obvious.

You physio decided to join your conversation. “Pretty low self-esteem for a football player.“, she teased you playfully.

You gasped and threw a roll of kinesiology tape in her general direction: “Rude!”

She caught it, already used to your shenanigans and shrugged: “I said what I said.“

“She’s not wrong.“, Esmee agreed.

“Hey!”

The physio started to massage your thighs that felt tight since the last training session: “Esmee is right. You should just ask her, what do you have to lose?”

“My dignity.“, you retorted quickly.

“You still have some?”, the physio asked, visibly proud of her own joke.

Esmee sided with her: “Surprising after saying that you’re not good enough for our Norwegian princess.“

You groaned, silently cursing yourself for being friends with them: “Okay, can you two stop now?

“We’ll once you sorted this out.”, the physio promised winking.

“There is nothing to sort out.”, you grumbled.

“Fine but you need to relax so I can work here.”, she advised.

“I’m relaxed.”, you lied.

“And a bad liar too.”, the physio chuckled.

“Stop it!”, you demanded, suppressing a smile.

“Ah, already a bit better.”, she concluded happily, her hands soothing the tension in your muscles.

Later, Ingrid stood in the doorframe beaming at the Dutch player. “Hi Es, are you joining us for the basketball game?”

“Yes, of course.”, Esmee nodded, a half-crooked smile on her lips.

“Great. Do you know if y/n would be interested too.”, the Norwegian asked, playing nervously with a string of her dark hair.

“Very interested. Heard she loves basketball.”, she replied.

“She does, huh? To be fair she got the height for it, don’t you agree?”, Ingrid questioned biting her lip.

“Yeah, definitely.”, the younger woman agreed.

“I’ll ask her.”, she decided. The training the following day has just ended when Ingrid approached you. “Y/n?”

“Yes?”, you looked at her too stunned by her beauty up close to say more.

“Would you like to come to the game with us?”, the Norwegian addressed her question directly at you.

Under her gaze you could feel your cheek heat up. “Me? Yes, sure.”, you answered delighted.

“Perfect. Es is coming too.”, she answered.

“That’s cool. Did you know I almost became a basketballer?”, you begun to open up, feeling the usual tension you’d have in front of her leaving your body as you leaned nonchalantly on to the wall.

“No, you did?”, the brunette placing her hand on your upper arm seemingly impressed.

“Yes, but football feels like the right choice.”, you admitted, trying to ignore the urge to pinch yourself, this was better than any daydream about her.

“I was telling Esmee yesterday that you look like a basket baller.”, Ingrid confessed.

“You like that, hm?”, you countered cheekily.

“I do. I think it’s pretty funny.”, she responded.

“It’s a bit.”

“I mean I like tall women.”, the Norwegian declared blushing.

“Wait, you like..?”, you frowned.

“See you at the game.”, Ingrid cleared her throat.

“Can’t wait.”, you said while she was on her way out.

“Oh, Ingrid you got love in your eyes.”, Fridolina realized smirking while her best friend sat down on the passenger seat of her car.

“Frido!”, the younger woman groaned.

“What? It’s true.”, the blonde shrugged.

“It’s not.”, Ingrid disagreed.

“You’ll wear something cute later, right? See? I knew it.”, the Swede grinned triumphantly at the brunette.

“I didn’t say anything.”, she protested weakly.

“You didn’t need to I can read it from your face.”, Fridolina remarked. Years of friendship meant that words weren’t necessarily needed, the facial expressions spoke for themselves.

Ingrids cheeks reddened slightly: “Oh please.“

Fridolina knowingly raised an eyebrow: “You’re absolutely smitten.“

The Norwegian flinched at hearing these words out loud. She gently pushed her best friend: “Shut up.“

“Not until you ask her to go out with you.“, Fridolina laughed which caused Ingrid to frown at her.

“I’m not asking her.“, she said decidedly.

Fridolina left it at that and started driving.

You all met a few hours later at the stadium. Esmee and you were already seated, armed with food and drinks when the two Scandinavian girls arrived.

“Hi girls, Esmee and I got snacks.“, you greeted them, lifting the popcorn you were holding in their direction.

Fridolina grinned at you as she sat down: “Delicious. Let me try.“

“Here you go.“, Esmee said, offering her food to the Swede.

“So good.“, she nodded, happily chewing.

Ingrid had in the meantime taken the seat next to you and nudged you with her elbow: “So y/n…?”

“Yes?“, you asked, reluctantly tearing your eyes away from the game. Partly because of your interest in the game, partly because you were nervous to have Ingrid so close to you.

It was worth it though. When you looked up, she smiled at you with kind eyes and soft lips.

She nodded towards the court: “Can you imagine playing there too?”

“With the dudes? Hell no.“, you laughed.

Ingrid rolled her eyes: “Obviously not with men.“

“With girls? Yes, maybe but I prefer football.“, you replied more seriously this time. “Want me to teach you a little after the game?“

Your teammate beamed upon your suggestion: “Please.“

Finding your confidence, you replied: “Can’t say no to a pretty girl.“

“Me neither.“, Ingrid flirted back.

From your other side, Fridolina cringed: “This feels like an awful high school movie. Esmee?”

“Huh?“, asked the young player surprised.

“Come with me, I need something to drink.“

Esmee frowned at Fridolinas drink: “But your cup is still half full…“

Only after the Swede elbowed her in the side, she finally got up: “Okay, sorry, I get it.“

“Thanks.“

You watched the two leave the stands with a shake of your head: “These two really think they are not conspicuous at all, huh?”

“They’ve been planning this for while.“, Ingrid admitted.

Alarm signals went on in your head. Of course this had been too good to be true. Of course this was just a dumb joke and you were the butt of it.

You got up from your seat, heart racing: “What do you mean by planned?“

Ingrid gently reached for your hands, probably concerned that you could run away: “They knew you are exactly my type.“

“I’m your type?!”, you looked at her in disbelief.

“Yes.”, she confirmed earnestly.

“You’re mine too but I thought you were too perfect for me.”, you confessed.

“Too perfect? Me?”, the Norwegian replied amusedly.

“Yeah?”, you replied turning red.

“I’m not perfect.”, the beautiful woman stated.

“So, you said I’m your type and you’re mine, where do we go from here?”, you asked boldly.

“How about we leave this, and you teach me how to play basketball?”, Ingrid suggested.

“I’m in, let’s go.”, you declared while your teammate finally took your hand.

When you both got in her car teenage dirtbag was playing on the radio and you felt with the singer who sung that the girl he had admired all along had feelings for him as well.

Just like Ingrid who cared about you too. This life was sweeter than fiction.

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